Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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By request, I found this in a copy of our old Top Ten page we used to have on Asiaco. The page is dated 1999, but because Top tens are rated by votes or by hits, the story is probably older than that.
Enjoy!
Forced Into Frillies and Frocks by Johnathan
I stood in the center of the room, close to tears, as my two step sisters
howled at my appearance. I pressed my bare legs together as Lesley, the
eldest of the two girls, she was fifteen, one year younger than me, and her
sister Caroline, she was fourteen, fussed with the little girl outfit I was
wearing. Yesterday I had finished school, all my exams taken, I was no
longer required to attend. My step-mother immediately informed me of her
plans to reduce my status to that of a six year old, and she had said sneering,
I was now going to be dressed as a girl, all my boys clothes were to go to
Oxfam, from now on, I would only have frocks and frilly knickers to wear.
I had listened in disbelief as she explained my new role, thinking she was
having a joke or something to scare me so I that I didn't get ideas above my
station now that I had left school. But this morning mother had woken me,
dragged me into her bedroom and took great delight in putting me into a puff
sleeved little girls frock, frilly petticoats underneath and a pair of frilly
drawers that the dress and petticoats failed to hide they were so short. A pair
of ankle socks and strap over shoes completed my ridiculous outfit.
During the last year, mother had allowed me to grow my hair long, obvious in
preperation for this day. She now combed my hair into two bunches and tied
two ribbons in bows at either side of my head. She pulled me over to a long
mirror and I gasped at my reflection, I looked like a little girl, except for my
size. " It's a good job you take after your father" she said refering to my
slight build and lack of height, I was only 4 ft 6" tall. She then dragged me
downstairs to show me off to her daughters, Lesley and Caroline. Lesley
fussed with my puff sleeves, Caroline lifted my skirts to laugh at my frillies.
Mother enjoyed watching them humiliate me with their cruel comments of
"Isn't he so pretty, doesn't he look so sweet in frillies, dresses really do suit
you Johnathan". "From now on Johnathan is to be treat like a six year old
little girl" mother informed them "as you are both much older than that, you
have complete authority over him, now that he is your little sister". They
laughed at my crest fallen face.
Mother looked sternly at me "You will do exactly as your told now that you are only six" she said "do you understand?" "Yes mother" I said in almost a whisper. "Little girls say mummy" giggled Lesley. 'Yes mummy" I corrected myself. "I can't wait to
tell all my friends" laughed Caroline as she put on her school blazer "I'm
sure they'll all want to see my new little sister". "And mine" chimed Lesley,
"and I'll make sure all the boys in his old class know about him, and the
girls too, especially Elizabeth".
A wave of deep humiliation surged through
me, Elizabeth was my girl friend, surely they wouldn't show me off to her
like this. Lesley looked into my eyes with an evil grin on her face, "I wonder
what she will say now that her once proud boy friend is now just a simpering
six year old little girl" she mocked. "Oh yes tell Elizabeth first' Caroline was
dancing with glee, mother approved entirely with their ideas "Perhaps
Elizabeth would like to come to tea tonight after school" mother suggested,
she turned to me "You would like your big sister to invite Elizabeth for tea,
wouldn't you Johnathan?" I felt physically sick "Yes mummy" I croaked. It
was time for the girls to leave for school,
I had to stand with my arms behind
my back, feet together while they kissed their little sister on the forehead and
promised to see me at tea-time with my girlfriend Elizabeth.
Part 2
When they had gone mother put on her coat and helped me into a very
childish smocked coat in my size, she picked up her handbag, took my hand
and made for the front door. She could feel my resistance to going outside
the house dressed in such a ridiculous fashion. "Its no use pulling back
Johnathan, you are in dresses for the rest of your life you, had better get used
to going outside in them" she sneered dragging me into the drive and locking
the front door.
The soft summer breeze lifted the hems of my skirts and I
tried to hold them down. Mother commented on how girlish I looked and
how quickly I had learned to act like a little girl as I tried to stop the wind
exposing my frilly knickers. I was put into a childs safety seat in the back of
the car, mother had obviously prepared very well for my return to childhood,
Just as we were pulling out of the drive a large van pulled up, it had
"PATTERSONS NURSERY SPECIALISTS" written on the sides in bold
letters.
Mother stopped the car and had a few words with the two men in the
van, gave them the front door key with instructions on where to leave it if
she wasn't back before they left, and returned to the car, smiling wickedly at
me as we drove off. As the car went through town I tried to hide as much as
possible but the safety seat straps allowed for little movement, and because I
was higher than normal, I could easily be seen by any one that cared to look.
Eventually we arrived at our destination, The Studio, a health and beauty
clinic for assertive women like my step-mother.The building was quite
modern having only been erected two years ago, it was quite a large
establisment having three stories and spread over a large area. The huge car
park was already full and mother pulled into a space with her name on and
got out, once again she sensed my reluctance to leave the sanctuary of the
car, but she shot me a look that told me that she would stand no nonsense, it
made me shudder in fear, so I climbed out of the childs seat giving a lovely
display of my frillied bottom.
The two big glass doors that was the entrance
to the studio slid open automatically as we approached, I was led by the hand
into the thickly carpeted, well appointed reception area. A beautiful young
woman sat at a reception desk and stood up as we walked in. I guessed she
was around 25 years old, she had long black hair, her make-up was
immaculately applied accentuating her good looks, she was tall in her white
high heeled shoes, and wore a sheer white silk, low cut blouse that showed
off her ample bossom and lacy bra, and a short white skirt.
On her blouse
was an identity badge, her name, Barbara, written on it. "Mrs Johnson, how
lovely to see you again" she smiled walking over to greet us. "Good morning
Barbara" mother said formely. "This must be Johnathan your darling six
year old daughter that I've heared so much about" Barbara grinned enjoying
my discomfort at being seen in such ridiculous clothes by a complete
stranger. I felt my face burn scarlet as I fiddled with the hems of my short
skirting, I did not know what to do with my hands, I was used to wearing
trousers and jeans with pockets, not dresses.
They both laughed at the
absurdity of me being introduced as a little girl, but having a boys name. "A
pretty little girl like you should have a pretty name to match your pretty
outfit" giggled Barbara as she fussed with my puff sleeves, why do women
do that I thought, feeling absolutely wretched at her attention. "Oh well, I
was going to let him have a girls name, but when I told him he was going to
be put into frocks he kicked up such a fuss, he kept on insisting that he was a
boy, so he can keep his boys name if it makes him happy" mother told the
laughing woman. "Why don't you go along to your relaxation session Mrs
Johnson, Domonic is all ready for you. I'll take care of this sweet boy-girl"
Barbara said. "Thank-you Barbara" mother smiled giving my hand toher
"you have my permission to punish him in any way you see fit if he shows
the slightest signs of rebellion or if he throws one of his childish tantrums".
"Don't worry we will" the woman laughed as mother turned and left me.
Barbara walked me over to her desk and pressed a button, from a corridor,
in the opposite direction, two women approached. These two were about the
same age as Barbara, both very good looking, and dressed in exactly the
same style as Barbara. They both wore identity badges, the one with long
blonde hair was called Pauline, the other had her mousey coloured hair in a
short modern style, her name was Joanna.
They both had huge grins on thier
faces, "Well who is this pretty little girl?" Pauline asked looking deeply into
my eyes as I felt myself close to tears. "This is Johnathan, Mrs Johnsons six
year old daughter" Barbara introduced me. "Johnathan!!" Joanna said in
mock exclamation "but that's a boys name, surely your not a boy?" She
looked at me. "No miss........er..I mean....yes miss.......er..." I burst into
tears. "Oh dear we have a cry-baby on our hands" Pauline laughed "don't
worry Johnathan, we won't take away your pretty clothes, if you want to be
a little girl that's allright by us, in fact we are here to help" I heaved big sobs
as the tears trickled down my cheeks, Barbara produced a big pink babies
dummy from a drawer in her desk and pushed the teat into my quiverring
lips. I wanted to eject it, but somehow found suc-king on the dummy
comforting, and I also remembered mothers warning regarding complete
compliance.
Joanna took my right hand and Pauline my left "Off we go'"
Pauline sang in the tone that women used when trying to amuse a small
child, and when I caught our reflection in the glass entrance doors, that is
exactly what I looked like, an infant suc-king on a dummy holding the hands
of two adults, I felt so humiliated. "Your mother has brought you to a very
special place" Pauline talked as we made our way deep into the building,
"Joanna and I are especially trained in turning boys like you into pretty little
angels for thier mummies to show off to all her friends, isn't that right,
Joanna". "It sure is" Joanna said "when you leave here today Johnathan, you
will look like a little girl, you will talk like a little girl, and do you know the
best thing about your treatment Johnathan", I shook my head. "Every thing
we do today will be permanent and completely irriversible' she laughed
loudly.
I was pushed into an open door way, Joanna locked it once we were
inside. "This is where your transformation begins Johnathan" Pauline
said.The room had a shower base at one side with a flexible shower head, a
set of hand-cuffs dangled ominously from the ceiling above the shower base.
At the other side was a wash basin in front of what looked like a hair-
dressers chair, two steel trolleys were stood next to a big metal cupboard.
There was not a window in the room, or any mirrors. "Now lets get you
undressed" Joanna said. "I can undress myself" I stated but the dummy
reduced my speech to almost baby talk, even I couldn't tell what I said.
"Little girls are not capable of undressing themselves" Joanna snapped
slapping my hands as I fumbled with my clothes, "little girls need adults to
supervise and do every thing for them, don't they Johnathan". "Yes" I
whispered. "Yes miss Joanna" she corrected. "Yes miss Joanna" I mumbled.
My clothes were soon removed and I stood naked before them, covering my
privates with my hands. Pauline folded my clothes carefully 'I'll get these to
to your mother, your going to be wearing much prettier clothes than these
when you go home this afternoon" she said "you'll absolutely adore them
Johnathan, its the frilliest, prettyest outfit you've ever seen, but you do want
to look your best for Elizabeth, don't you?"
An extreme wave of humiliation
went through me at the mention of my girlfriends name and the thought of
her seeing me in girls clothes. "Oh you have a girlfriend Johnathan" Joanna
said as she led me over to the shower tray, "we had better make sure you
look extra pretty for her hadn't we. Hands up Johnathan"
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Part 3
I raised my hands and the tips of my fingers touched the cold steel
hand-cuffs. "On your toes little girl" Joanna shouted, slapping my bare
bottom. I squealed in pain but did as I was told, Joanna stood on the edge of
the shower basin, reached up and closed the hand-cuffs around my out-
stretched wrists.
I was now firmly secured to the ceiling my toes barely
touching the tiled shower base. "It hurts" I whined as the cuffs dug into my
skin. "Shut up you whimp" Joanna snapped "it's the price you'll have to pay
for wanting to wear little dresses and act like a little girl". "But I don't......."
I started to say as Joanna pushed in a huge dummy which had pink ribbons
attached and she tied these at the back of my head effectively gagging me. "I
don't know Johnathan, your a sixteen year old boy for goodness sake. You
should be out playing football and going to clubs, enjoying yourself, not
prancing about in pretty frocks and playing with dollies.
Whatever are your
friends going to say when they see you in your frillies and what about
Elizabeth have you told her you want to be a little girl, she's bound to be
shocked, I wouldn't be surprised if she dumped you, and you will not be
able to pick up another girlfriend once you are in frocks and frilly knickers,
have you thought about that, Johnathan".
I burst into tears, but they just
laughed. "It's a free country, Joanna" Pauline joined in "if Johnathan wants
to be a little girl, who are we to stop him, one thing is for sure though, when
he leaves here today, he will never be able to be a boy again" My tears
gushed from my eyes as they donned plastic aprons and gloves with rough
sponges on the palms, Pauline turned on the water to the shower head and
they proceeded to scrub me with heavily scented soap. The sponges seemed
to remove my layers of skin and I was whimpering by the time they had
finished, my body was that sore.
Joanna removed her sponged gloves, put
on a pair of clear plastic ones, took a big tub of white cream from the
cupboard and with a wooden spatula started applying the acrid smelling
cream to my legs. She carefully worked around my groin and privates, up
my waist, my trunk, under my arms in fact every inch of bare skin was
covered thickly with the cream, which was starting to sting my already sore
skin. "Close your eyes Johnathan" she instructed "this stuff will blind you if
you get it in them".
I shut my eyelids tightly and Joanna finished her task.
"We are going for a cup of tea now Johnathan, so don't go away" Pauline
laughed, I heared the door unlock, open, close and lock again, I was alone. I
strained against the cuffs to try and break free, it was hopeless, I hung there
afraid to open my eyes in case the cream blinded me, my whole body on fire,
my legs gripped with cramp from being on my toes and feeling very sorry
for myself.
Part 4
It seemed ages before I heared the door being onlocked and opened.
"Still here Johnathan" I heared Pauline giggle. It was such a relief when they
rinsed the stinging cream off me, I was able to open my eyes and looked
down in horror to see all my body hair disappearing down the drain, my skin
had a pink glow to it. "That cream is the most powerful hair-removing cream
ever produced" Joanna informed me as she rinsed the basin with the shower
head, "it kills any hair folicles it comes into contact with and hair will never
grow on any area that the cream has touched.
Unfortunately there is a side
effect, it leaves the skin a pretty pink colour, that is why it was banned" she
carried on speaking as she picked up a large fluffy towel and proceeded to
dry me. "But we think little girls like you look so pretty with glowing pink
skin, and the effects are permanent" she giggled. Joanna had a huge powder
puff in one hand and she dusted me from head to foot with the perfumed
powder she had in her other.
Pauline put on some more clear plastic gloves
and I whimpered because I thought they were going to put that awful cream
on me again. This time, however, she picked up a tube and proceeded to
squirt the clear chemical smelling paste on my flacid pen-is. "Tell me
Johnathan" Joanna whispered in my ear as Pauline worked her way all
around my manhood, "have you ever had sex with Elizabeth".
I shook my
head as I was still gagged by the dummy. "Have you ever had sex with any
girl" she whispered sounding concerned, again I shook my head. "Oh dear
what a shame" she laughed because now your a little girl you will never be
allowed to use your little thing for anything other than doing your wee-
wee's". "All little girls are virgins Joanna" Pauline said "he will be no
different". Pauline was now rolling something very carefully up my pen-is, it
looked like a small condom with a small rubber tube at the end which was
shaped like the letter U.
Pauline continued to apply the clear paste around my
scrotum, under my crutch and the now hairless area above my pen-is. Joanna
then handed her the strangest looking thing, it looked like a lump of dead
skin. It was in fact latex and as Joanna onfolded it I could see it had what
looked like a girls vagina in the centre. Pauline took it from her and very
carefully pressed the thin latex to my skin above my condomed pen-is. She
held it there for a few minutes, then she attempted to pull it off, I tried to
scream as it felt like she was going to pull my skin off.
Satisfied it was well
stuck, she inserted the rubber tube from the condom into a hole in the latex.
She carefully examined it to ensure it was correctly fitted, she came behind
me and I felt her reaching through my legs. I gasped in pain as she viciously
pulled the latex through forcing my pen-is and balls between my legs and into
my crutch. Her hand cupped under my legs pushing my privates tightly into
my body. I closed my eyes, I thought I was going to faint and wondered
when she was going to let go, then I realised that she had, as she came to the
front to admire her handiwork, but the pressure on my privates remained the
same. "Now that looks so much better" Pauline laughed as I looked down at
the begining of my false female sex, "no more dangly bits to spoil the look
of your pretty panties Johnathan".
Tears of pain and humiliation ran down
my cheeks as I shook my head. "Oh stop crying Johnathan" Joanna snapped
"you should think yourself lucky you've only got a latex girls sex. Only the
other day we had a boy in here your age whose mummy had made him have
an operation, she had his privates surgically removed and a real vagina put in
its place".
She saw the look of disbelief in my eyes. "Its true Johnathan" she
came closer "and I saw your mummy talking to that boys mummy and she
wrote down the address of the special clinic where she had it done. So I
would be a good little boy-girl if you don't want to lose your jewels if I was
you" she warned with a grin on her face.
Part 5
At last I was released from the hand-cuffs, my wrists were red raw from
the metal biting in, it was such a relief but I could hardly walk, my legs
numb with cramp, and my privates painfully tucked away. Joanna helped me
over to the hair-dressing chair and sat me down. I got a better look at the
latex prosthetic they had glued onto me, it was amazing how realistic it
actually looked.
The latex was skin coloured and I could not tell where my
skin ended and the latex started. Joanna slid her finger in the latex crevasse
"You're a proper girl now, Johnathan" she sneered "have you ever done this
to your girl-friend" she giggled evily as her finger probed the small hole,
"did you ever wonder what it was like when you did this to Elizabeth" her
sharp finger nail was now pushing against the tip of my trapped pen-is and I
squealed in pain as she continued to probe, "Now you know just how
helpless a little girl you really are" she laughed.
I was pushed further back in
the chair, Pauline pushed a pink puff sleeved smock over my head and
pulled my arms through, it fastened at the back with ribbon ties, it was very
short and for all the world looked just like a baby frock. A wide leather strap
was fastened around my bare waist, further straps at my ankles and wrists
ensured I was once again at thier mercy. The chair was on a swivel, it could
be turned through 360 degrees, it could be tipped forward or backward and
raised or lowered as the women wanted. Joanna fitted a pink plastic cape on
my shoulders, turned the chair and tilted it back so my hair hung in the wash
basin.
She began shampooing and conditioning my hair, rinsing it with the
flexible shower head that was fixed to the taps, Pauline prepared a hair dye
paste. "You are such a lucky little girl to be pampered like this Johnathan",
Joanna said as she applied the hair dye to my wet hair, "your mummy must
really love you". I suc-ked sullenly on my dummy gag thinking that the only
love my mother had for me was the love of humiliating me in front of her
daughters. I cursed the woman and her daughters. "There all done" Joanna
said removing her messy plastic gloves, "you'll have a lovely pinky-blonde
head of hair when I wash it off".
As they waited for the dye to take effect
Joanna manicured my finger nails then painted them bright red, Pauline did
the same to my toes. Joanna rinsed the dye from my hair then roughly towel
dried it, she put the chair upright and turned it around, Pauline wheeled one
of the trolleys over, it was full of hair-dressing tools, scissors, combs,
permanent wave solution and hundreds of long thin rollers.
Pauline combed
my damp hair straight over my eyes, she took a pair of sharp scissors and
carefully cut along my eye-line from one ear to the other, "All little girls have
deep fringes, you will be no exception Johnathan" she said. She trimmed the
damaged ends of the rest of my hair then proceeded to apply the strong
smelling perm lotion and put my hair into the rollers. It took ages, but
eventually she had finished, covering my tightly rollered head with a pink
hair-net. "It's time for din-dins Johnathan" Pauline announced satisfied my
rollers were secure, and releasing me from the chair, "we're far from
finished, but we are getting there" she smiled taking a veluminous pair of
pink, frilly drawers from Joanna.
She held them open for me to step into and
I saw the thick terry towelling lining that made them so bulky, they were
toddlers training panties, in my size. Pauline pulled them up my smooth
hairless legs, over my bottom and snapped the elasticated waist against my
body flambouyantly. I found I had to stand bow-legged because of the bulky
towelling and my trapped manhood. A pair of pink fluffy socks with ribbons
through the top were put on my feet and tied at the ankle in a bow. "Handy-
pandys in here Johnathan"
Joanna ordered offering a fluffy pink mitten to
my hand. I pushed it in and Joanna quickly tied the ribbon at the wrist in a
double knot and then a bow. I realised too late that the mitten had a stiff
leather insert and my hand was quite useless, Joanna already had the other
mitten tied securely at my wrist.
Joanna pulled a pink babies bonnet on my
head, making sure it covered the hair-net and adjusted the wide Bo-Peep
style brim, then tied it under my chin in a big bow, "We don't want the other
children laughing at your hair-net do we Johnathan" she smiled looking into
my eyes and seeing my reaction at the mention of "other children". "Yes
Johnathan, we have a creche here so that the ladies can bring thier pre-school
children and babies while they relax or work out in the gymnasium". "Oh
god" I thought "I'm going to be seen like this" and her false concern about
me being laughed at because I was wearing a hair-net was an insult, how
could they not laugh at me dressed like a baby.
I heared little bells ringing as
Pauline approached with a set of pink leather baby reins which she
proceeded to buckle on me at my back and shoulders. Two smaller straps
hung either side from the reins, my bemittened hands were put next to them
and Pauline buckled my wrists tightly to my sides. She fixed on the pink
leading rein and instructed me to follow Joanna as she walked out of the
room, I felt the tug of baby reins as she controlled the pace of my walk, I felt
so humiliated being led on reins like this.
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Part 6
We walked down the carpeted corridor, turned and before us were two
doors with small windows in them. I could hear the sound of young children
as Joanna opened the swing door, my legs turned to jelly. There were three
tables in the room, two of them were very low, and sat round these on small
chairs were twelve little boys and girls, aged from three to six years old,
white smocks over their clothes, plastic plates, knifes and forks before them.
The other table was of normal height around this were five high-chairs,
occupied by babies with bibs on. Two women in studio uniforms were
attending to the older children, three others to the babies. The room fell silent
for a second as we walked in, even the babies seemed to stop gurgling at the
sight before them, then it exploded into the hilarious laughter of children and
adults alike, pointing at me. Joanna clapped her hands to try to get a little
order from the jeering crowd, "Children this is Johnathan, he will be joining
you for lunch today".
Another howl of laughter greeted the announcement of
my name, "It's a boy in a dress" I heared one girl shout "He's a baby girl"
another joined in, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, I
could only look down, eyes lowered in shame. One of the attendants took my
reins from Pauline "You'd better sit with the babies" she laughed "you don't
look old enough to be with the big girls and boys".
Another burst of laughter
rang around the room as a big high chair was produced, the tray removed,
and I was made to climb in. The tray was refitted trapping me in the infant
chair and a big bib tied behind my neck. Joanna and Pauline could see I was
in capable hands, they waved and left the room. I hated those two women,
but strangely enough, I wished I was leaving with them instead of sitting in a
babies high-chair surrounded by laughing children. The room settled down
somewhat as the food was brought in, the children were allowed to eat theirs
themselves, but the babies had to be spoon fed, and that included me.
My dummy gag was removed, my jaws ached because of the size of the teat, and
a huge bowl of pasty looking baby food put on the tray. "Pureed liver and
carrots, babies favourite" the young attendant feeding me giggled, she
shovelled a large plastic spoonful in to my protesting mouth. It tasted
absolutely revolting and I was not interested in having another spoonful of
the foul mush.
The woman would have none of it, she grabbed my nose as I
shook my head and as I opened my mouth to breath another load went in. It
was hopeless, my writhings only served to smear the food all around my
face, she continued my force feeding until it was all gone. A huge bowl of
dark brown paste was put on the tray next, "Woverly chocky pud-pud" the
woman spoke in baby talk to me. It was so sweet, I hated sweet things, but
had to eat every last spoonful. Finally a huge babies bottle with a was put on
the tray.
The large nipple was forced into my mouth and I wretched at the
sickly sweet milk as I was forced to swallow every last drop. At last it was
over, I felt absolutely bloated and humiliated beyond belief, the attendant did
not wipe the mess that was caked on my face, she admonished me for being
the messyest baby there, and could not see me ever growing up to be a big
girl. "Story-time children" a womans voice rang out, the children cheered,
stood up, all held hands and were led out by the woman.
The babies were carefully lifted out of thier high-chairs and taken after them, I was released by my attendant and led into the story room. All the children were sat in a semi-circle facing an empty chair with a book on it. The babies were put in
cots that lined one wall for their lunch time naps. I was led over to a big
wooden play-pen and told to get in and sit on the floor, my reins were fixed
to the bars so I couldn't stand up and my dummy put back in place. "You
play with your baby toys while the big boys and girls have their story
babykins" she laughed.
Sullenly I sat on the floor looking through the bars
of my infantile prison listening to "Goldilocks and the Three Bears", absent
mindedly playing with some wooden alphabet bricks. I did not think I would
ever be glad to see Pauline and Joanna again but I was so pleased to be taken
out of that room full of laughing children, who after their story were allowed
to stand at the play-pen bars singing "Baby Baby Bunting" and point at the
big baby in his wooden cage.
Part 7
"Oh Johnathan, what a mess you are in" Joanna laughed as I was
released from the reins, strapped in the hairdressing chair and my dummy
taken out. The baby bonnet was taken off my head, but the booties, mittens
and trainer knickers stayed on. Joanna wiped my face clean with several
scented baby wipes while Pauline brought over another trolley. She took a
surgical collar off the tray and fitted it tightly around my neck, I thought I
ws going to choke.
The collar tilted my head back and prevented me from
moving it from side to side. Joanna picked up what looked like a pen with an
electric lead on it, she pulled up a stool, plugged the pen lead into a nearby
socket and switched it on. The pen buzzed angrily into life, Joanna fitted a
sharp looking nib on it and dipped it in some dark ink. I winced in pain as
she drew the pen slowly above my eyes where my brows used to be, the pen
burnt, it felt like she was digging a needle into my skin.
Joanna leant back and surveyed her work like an artist would do when painting a picture, she seemed very pleased with what she saw, replaced the nib on the pen and opened a bottle of bright red ink. "Open wide Johnathan" she ordered,
holding my chin and digging the pen into my lips. I wanted to turn my head
away but couldn't, I cried tears of pain and frustration, she constantly dipped
the nib into the red ink, wiping away the excess as it ran down my chin.
She worked carefully and slowly, I felt her draw the out line of my lips, then she
was finished, she switched off her pen and stood up. "Brilliant, Johnathan,
absolutely brilliant" she laughed, "this is the latest beauty innovation,
cosmetic tattooing. Unfortunately it is impossible to reverse when it has been
done, even laser treatment will not remove it from sensitive areas such as
eyes or lips, that's why it has never really caught on. It gives a really pouty
look to the lips as well, but that will suit your little girl status admirably".
She turned to Pauline "What do you think?". "He looks like a doll" Pauline
laughed " he'll never need lipstick that is for sure".
Joanna took a pair of strange looking pliers from the trolley, carefully inserted two long black false eye-lashes in the curved jaws and ordered me to close my right eye. I felt the metal of the pliers against my eye-lids, then my eye-lashes were trapped as the pliers clicked together. "This takes a little while to work Johnathan, the false eye-lashes weld themselves to your real ones" she informed me "permanantly". She wiped tears from my cheeks, "You'll have eye-lashes
that any girl would die for" she laughed "and because they are black you'll
never need to use messy mascara".
She released the pliers. It was so strange to see these long black lashes in front of my eye, they seemed to float up and down as I blinked. She repeated the process with the left eye. They said I looked like a baby deer as I fluttered my eyes for them. Pauline picked up another piece of cosmetic torture equipment, an ear piercing gun. She held it against my ear-lobe and I squealed as it punctured a little hole in my skin.
The other ear was pierced and Joanna passed her a pair of twinkling ear-
studs. "These are real diamonds Johnathan, they catch the light so every one
can see you've got them in, they also have very special backs that can only
be removed with a special pair of pliers, so I'm afraid they are in for good"
she giggled in my ear "but we know just how much you little girls love
wearing jewelery".
Part 8
"That's another job out of the way" Joanna laughed "now lets get your
ringlets out of those rollers". The hair net was removed and they both started
taking the rollers out, carefully unwinding my curls, I could feel the ringlets
cascading around my head and brushing against my ears. Joanna took a long
length of wide pink ribbon, threaded it under my ringlets at the back and
brought the two ends together on top of my head, where I felt her tie it in a
bow.
The hair-dressing trolley was pushed to one side and Pauline wheeled
another over, this one had surgical equipment on it, such as syringes and
clear phials of liquid. I was having grave misgivings about this stage of their
efforts to sissyfy me when Joanna swabbed an area on my upper arm, filled
a needle from one of the phials and injected it into me. "That should be
enough" she said when it was three quarters gone "but we'd better make sure
it does its work", she pushed the plunger to the end and all the liquid
disappeared.
Pauline picked up a needle and filled it "Tongue out Johnathan"
she ordered, I yelped in pain as she stuck it in the end of my tongue and
squeezed the contents into it, when she removed the needle I could feel the tip
of my tongue harden and I lost all feeling in it. Joanna removed my collar,
Pauline swabbed around my neck with cotton wool then injected either side
of my adams apple. My whole neck seemed to freeze and tighten up as the
needles were replaced on the tray and the trolley pushed away.
My head was swimming and I suddenly felt the urge to releive my bladder. "Pleath I need the..............." I started to say, but my voice had changed, I heared the
high pitched lisping of a little girl. I sounded like Shirley Temple. The
injection in my neck had raised my voice many octaves and the injection in
my tongue had left me with a really bad lisp. "What where you going to say
sweety?" Joanna howled. It was too late I also found I could no longer hold
my bladder and although I tried not to, I wet myself. I felt devastated here I
was a grown boy wetting myself like a baby. "
I needed to go the the bathwoom" I squeaked almost in a whisper so that I didn't have to hear my ridiculous voice. "Oh dear, and I bet it's too late now isn't it Johnathan" Pauline said, "I bet you've wet yourself, haven't you". They burst into
hysterical laughter as I nodded my head. "I'm afraid, Johnathan, that just
like all very little girls, your control over your bladder is very very weak, if
you do not get to your potty quick enough, you'll end up with a very wet
pair of frilly knickers" Joanna informed me as she wiped a tear from her
laughing face "and I don't think you will be wearing trainer panties so every
one will see you do it.
You'll also find that you will need to wee-wee very
often due to that injection in your arm, and I'm afraid the effects cannot be
reversed, you are now just a little girl". I burst into a flood of tears again
much to their amusment. "I think it's about time Johnathan saw exactly what
we have done to him" Pauline said recovering from a fit of hysterics, "let's
take him to the boutique, there are lots of mirrors there, then we can get him
dressed properly in his party frock".
Joanna agreed and I heared the tiny bells of the reins ringing as she buckled them on to me, I just sobbed dejectedly.
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Part 9
Once again feelings of total submissiveness came over me as I was
made to follow Joanna, Pauline tugging on my reins. We made our way back
through the reception area, Barbara heared the sounds of the rein bells and
my sobbing and stood as we passed. "Oh Johnathan is that really you" she
burst out laughing as she inspected me "I hardly recognised you, you look
so pretty". She patted my padded bottom as I was led away, we entered a
lift, Joanna pressed the button for the third floor, the doors slid quietly shut
and up we went.
The lift doors opened onto a huge room where women
were relaxing in loungers, reading books drinking tea or just chatting to each
other, gentle soft music was being piped into the room. I froze with fear as I
saw them, backing into the corner of the lift to try to hide, I felt another gush
of warm fluid enter my trainer panties as I wet myself again."Don't be shy,
Johnathan "the ladies will not hurt you", Pauline giggled as she dragged me
out of the lift into the open.
The womens laughter rang in my ears as we
passed them, my head bowed, my face crimson. At the end of the room was
a double door with BOUTIQUE written above it, I was led in. Another
spacious, well carpeted room spread out before us. There was racks of
clothes in the centre of the room, one side had shelves full of underwear,
night-wear and lingerie, another had rows and rows of shoes, and at the far
end were the changing cubicles.
There were several ladies in there brousing
around, three or four assistants in their studio uniforms attending to them. I
felt the need to go to the toilet again, I grabbed my frillied, padded crutch "I
need the toilet" I squeaked. "Little girls say I need a wee-wee" Pauline
sneered dragging me into the boutique, "and they ask very politely for their
potties or they are lible to get punished for being naughty" she warned. "I
AM NOT A WITTLE GIRL" I screamed, my girls voice making a nonsense
of that statement, "I AM A THIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOY. I WANT TO GO
TO THE BATHWOOM" I stamped my feet in utter frustration of being treat
like a small child.
The uniformed assistants and the other ladies looked round
when they heared the commotion. "YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL"
Joanna shouted, slapping my bare legs, "YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN
NOT TO HAVE TANTRUMS LIKE A BABY" she hit me each time she said
a word, I tried to dance out of the way, but she held my reins tightly,
keeping me in range of her swinging arm. "I'M A BOY, I'M A BOY, I'M A
BOY" I cried "I AM NOT A WITTLE GIRL". Pauline dragged me over to a
full length mirror and stood me in front of it, "Does that look like a boy" she
said calmly pointing to my reflection.
My eyes widened in horror as I saw
myself for the first time. The big ribbon bow perched on top of my pinky-
blonde, ringletted head, my thin dark arched eye-brows, my thick, long,
fluttering, tear-stained black eye-lashes, my deep red lips, pouting and
shaped in a perfect cupids-bow. The pink baby clothes, my hairless legs and
my booteed feet, allied to the high pitched, lisping, Shirley Temple voice
made a mockery of my insistance of being a boy.
There was not one shred of evidence that the reflection I was looking at, was or ever had been a male. "Can you see yourself, Johnathan" Joanna sneered, "do you still think you are a boy." I burst into uncontrollable tears, stamping my feet on the ground, making my reflection look even more like a little girl having a terrible tantrum. "I've had just about enough of your insolence young lady" Pauline snapped as I continued my insistance of being a boy, "It's time for you to
learn that little girls should be seen and not heared. "We'll see if a good
thrashing of your bottom wil learn you some manners" she started pulling me
towards the door, "I'm sure these ladies do not want to hear your tantrum
while they are shopping".
I was dragged, screaming, back through the room
full of ladies, into the lift and into a small room. This one had a long table in
the centre with wide leather straps down its length, two metal poles either
side and at one end with what looked like stirrups hanging from them. I was
thrown, kicking, onto the table face down, Joanna easily pinned me down as
Pauline fastened the straps around my waist, arms and legs, I felt my frilly
trainer pants being roughly pulled down to my knees, my wet bottom feeling
cold and exposed out of the warmth of the towelling knickers.
Joanna handed Pauline a hard soled, black, gym slipper, she held the other.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, the beating started, the room filled with the
sound of the slippers hitting my bare bottom and my screams of pain. The
spanking stopped just as suddenly as it started, Pauline coming round to
look into my tear stained face. "Now, Johnathan are you a boy or are you a
little girl?" she asked, I hesitated in giving her my reply and Joanna hit my
bottom again "I'm a girl" I squeaked in a whisper. "Louder Johnathan, tell
me you are a little girl"
Pauline sneered, WHACK, Joanna offered an
incentive for me to renounce my manhood. "I'M A WITTLE GIRL, I'M A
WITTLE GIRL" I screamed. "Have you ever been a boy Johnathan?" she
continued, WHACK, "NO I HAVE NEVER BEEN A BOY " I shouted
"I'VE ALWAYTH BEEN A WITTLE GIRL". "How old are you,
Johnathan" the torture continued, WHACK, "THIX YEARTH OLD" I
sobbed uncontrolably "I'M A THIX YEAR OLD WITTLE GIRL, PWEATH
THTOP". They threw the slippers to one side, loosened my restraints,
turned me over and tightened the straps across my body and arms.
My feet were put into the stirrups and fastened, my legs strapped to the poles.
Pauline snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, dipped her fingers into a jar of
vaseline and shoved them up my bottom. I squealed at this invasion of my
body, she continued to thrust her fingers in and out. Joanna hooked a
bulging brown rubber bag to one of the poles, the pregnant looking bag had
a tap then a long tube running from it, Joanna lifted the end of the tube to my
eyes as she greased it with the vaseline. I quailed at the size of the thick black
rubber nozzle, she just grinned evily. "NO, NO NO" I screamed as she
inserted it into my rose-bud, it felt as though I would be split in half.
She rammed it home not listening to my cries of protestation. She then opened
the tap on the bag, and I felt the warm liquid flow into me. It was a strange
sensation which soon grew uncomfortable as the bag emptied. I was
writhing in agony as Joanna sqeezed every last drop from the now whithered
bag. Pauline stood by with a white tampon, which she quickly inserted as
Joanna removed the nozzle, Pauline held the tampon in place until it expanded
sufficiently to prevent me from expelling the warm liquid that was causing
my discomfort.
She then pulled up my trainer panties and began releasing my
legs. "Now, Johnathan, we are going back to the boutique, where you will
act like the little girl you say you are, you will ask nicely for your potty, or
I'll make you mess your pants in front of the ladies then dress you in baby
clothes and send you home with a dirty bottom" she said. I was defeated.
"Yeth mith" I sqeaked. They smiled at my contrite compliance. I was led
back to the boutique where a crowd of ladies and assistants gathered around
me.
My stomach was aching and I was getting severe cramps and I knew I
would not be able to stop the pressure on the tampon from forcing it out.
"Pweath mith I need a potty" I whispered with a burning face. "Speak up,
Johnathan, why do you need a potty?" Joanna asked. I pressed my knees
together "Pweath mith I need to do a poo-poo" I lisped "pweath can I have a
potty". One of the attendants laughing at me was much younger than the rest
of the other women, she couldn't have been any older than me.
She was pushed forward by a woman "This is Susan, she is our trainee, she deals
with all the children in the boutique" she said to Joanna. I was turned to face
her. "Pweath mith I need a poo-poo" I said sobbing. She laughed "I'll get the
special potty for you". She carried over a huge plastic babies potty and placed
it on the floor, in the centre of the crowd, she knelt down and started to pull
down my frillies.
I looked at Pauline with pleading eyes for her to stop this
girl the same age as me from pulling down my drawers and putting me on the
potty, Pauline just grinned. "Pweath mith can't we go to a changing cubicle"
I said. The girl continued her task "Little girls like you have no false modesty
where us adults are concerned, you will have to get used to having your
knickers pulled down in public if you cannot control your wee-wees and
poo-poos" she laughed loudly as she saw my false sex .
She sat me down and I was forced to look up at the laughing crowd, my smock up,
illiminating into the potty in front of them. My humiliation was complete. It
took ages for me to expell all the liqid into the potty, the crowd dispersed
leaving me to do my buisness in front of Joanna, Pauline, and Susan. Susan
wiped my bottom with a scented baby wipe and took away the potty full of
smelly liquid. "There's a clever girl" Joanna smiled, Susan returned.
"Johnathan is having his girlfriend around for tea" Pauline told her "so he
wants to look extra specially pretty for her". "I have his clothes all ready for
him" Susan giggled, taking my hand and leading me over to a clothes rail.
I stood there mortified as she undressed me leaving me naked in the middle of
the shop. I saw my reflection in a mirror, and even without the ridiculous
baby clothes, I still looked like girl, especially between my legs. She took a
set of petticoats off a hanger, these were a creation in their own right, made
from layers of rustling paper-silk, with fancy lace edging, it was similar to
the kind of underskirts worn by ball-room dancers, only much shorter. It
rustled deafeningly as I held my arms up and she dropped the masses of
frilly paper-silk skirting over my head.
Susan tied something at the back of my neck, she told me the petticoat had special ribbon tapes that she had tied in a double knot, I would not be able to get the petticoats off myself, I would have to ask an adult. The skirting swayed disconcertedly aound my hips as she fussed the frills out, they were that short they only just covered my bottom. The party frock came next, this was a fine pale pink taffeta which again rustled loudly and had little pink hearts in a slightly deeper pink printed all over it.
It had huge puff sleeves, a lacy collar in white silk with lace edging, a wide pink silk sash just under the short bodice, and a very full
skirt that sat daintily and contrasted with the white petticoats, which could
clearly be seen under the full pink skirt. Susan buttoned it on me at the back
with tiny heart shaped buttons and tied the silk sash in a huge bow. A pair of
ultra frilly pink drawers were then pulled up my bare legs, the masses of lace
frills ran along the seat of the knickers and there were lacy frills around the
leg openings with long pink ribbons at either side, these brushed against my
legs as she pulled them over my bottom and fitted them in place.
Susan knelt down and ordered me to raise my right foot while she put a very frilly white ankle sock on it followed by a pink T-bar shoe which she buckled in place.
The shoe was an exact replica of the type of shoe a toddler which had just
learned to walk might wear. My left foot was soon dressed exactly the same,
Susan stood up, fussed with my skirts again, straightened my lacy collar,
puffed up my huge sleeves, adjusted my hair ribbon slightly and patted any
disturbed ringlets back into place. "There Johnathan" she giggled as she
pulled me over to a long miror "the prettiest, sweetest, little girl I have ever
seen". I could have died, surely this simpering reflection of little girlhood
was not me.
If anything I looked younger than six year old, a toddler in fact,
dressed in her prettiest clothes waiting to be taken out by her mummy to
Sunday school or party. I burst into tears yet again while the cruel women
taunted me for being such a big sissy. "He's so happy he is crying" laughed
Susan. "Be a good little girl and thank Aunty Susan for making you look so
pretty Johnathan" Joanna said "and don't forget to curtsey".
I stepped forward took my skirts in my trembling fingures and for the first time in my life I bobbed down in a curtsey, "Fank you Aunty Thuthan for dwething me
in thuch a pwetty fwock" I lisped. She kissed me condesendingly on the
forehead "It was my pleasure" she giggled "tell your mummy to bring you
again, you've been such a good little girl".
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part 10
I was led back to the reception area. My skirts had a mind of their
own as they bobbed and swayed as I walked, Pauline instructed me to take
tiny little steps on my tip-toes and I found I could hardly keep up with her as
she strode off. As we passed the relaxation room, the ladies all oohed and
aahed at the pretty little girl trying so hard to keep up with her Aunties in her
pretty frock, with her mincing little steps. Barbara went into raptures about
my appearence, I had never been fussed over by as many women in my life
before, and I hated every minute. I felt the need to go to the toilet again.
I pressed my knees together and grabbed my frilly crutch, "Peath mith I need
to wee-wee" I squeaked "pweath may I have a potty". This was the first time
I had spoken in front of Barbera she howled "Oh my sweet darling little girl"
she laughed Aunty Barbara has a potty behind her desk, "now don't go
wetting those pretty frillies will you" "No mith, pwaeath huwwy mith" I
implored her dancing on the spot feeling that I was going to wet myself any
second. She put the potty down pulled down my knickers and lowered me
onto the potty.
"He's gorgeous, there isn't a trace of maleness in him, he is without
doubt the best you've ever done" Barbara congratulated her colleagues while
looking down at me. It was so humiliating sat there listening to them discuss
me, like women do in front of children not able to understand what the
adults are saying, I found it so difficult to hold my skirts up I looked down in
shame, but only got a better look at my frilly ankle socks and baby shoes,
every where I looked reminded of my little girl status. "Pweath mith I've
finithed" I said tears filling my eyes again. I repremanded myself for crying
like a child but the tears came so easy now I was a little girl.
Barbara dried my false sex with a small tissue she had ready, pulled my knickers up and readjusted my skirts then gave me a great big hug "Who's the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world" she gushed. "Me mith" I lisped. "Elizabeth is
just going to adore you in your ribbons and pretty party frock" she giggled
"isn't she Johnathan". A paroxysm of shame surged through my body at the
mention of Elizabeth's name, the events of the day had made me forget that
mother had invited her for tea.
The thought of her seeing me like this filled
me with absolute dread, but there was nothing I could do about it now I was
trapped in my dress and my appearence was unchangeable. I burst into tears
"Yeth mith" I sobbed my reply to the laughing female. Mother was sent for
and she too went into raptures about my appearence, she fussed with me just
as Barbara had done, congratulating Pauline and Joanna on doing such an
excellent job on her step-son.
She lifted my skirts to get a better look at my
frillies and noticed how flat I was at the crutch, I shivered as her hand rubbed
my latex sex through the flimsy material her eyes widening at the feel of a
female sex. She pulled my frillies down "What a wonderful idea" she
howled. "He came in here a sixteen year old boy in a dress" she observed "
that sixteen year old boy has gone forever, he is a very pretty six year old
little girl". She pulled my knickers back in place, "Look at the time
Johnathan" she said " your big sisters will be home from scool soon, thank
the kind ladies for looking after you and making you into such a pretty little
girl".
I lifted my skirts again and bobbed a curtsey in front of Barbara "Fank
you mith for being tho kind to me and tuning me into a pwetty wittle girl".
Barbara hugged me again "Anytime" she giggled, I curtseyed for Pauline and
repeated my lisping speech, "It's been a pleasure" she laughed. Joanna was
next , "That's alright Johnathan, but you be a good little girl for your
mummy and your older sisters or Aunty Pauline and I will not be very
pleased" she warned "Yeth mith Joanna" I shivered remembering the beating
they had given me.
It had been the first time mother had heared me speak and her mouth opened in amazement. "Have you taught him to talk like that?" she
asked incredulously. "No, that is his normal voice now, Johnathan will speak
like Shirley Temple for the rest of his life" Pauline told her. "That is
absolutely brilliant" mother said. "We thought you would be pleased Mrs
Johnson" Pauline smiled. "I can't wait to show him off to the girls" mother
laughed as she buttoned her coat in readiness to leave. "Have you booked me
in with Domonic for tomorrow Barbara?" she asked giving Pauline and
Joanna a twenty pound note each to show her appreciation. "Yes, 9.30am
your usual time" Barbara confirmed looking at her computor screen "and
Johnathan, will be going in the creche I presume" she looked up at mother.
"Yes, it will do him good to be with children his own age" mother laughed at
the look on my face.
I quailed at the thought of spending the day with
taunting children and babies. "You WOULD like to spend the day playing
with the other little boys and girls Johnathan" she sneered. "Yeth mummy" I
lied. They all laughed as mother took my hand and made for the door. I burst
into tears again.
Part 11
So there I was a sixteen year old boy turned into a caricature of
simpering little girlhood, destined to spend the rest of my life in the frilliest
of clothes under the strict control of my step-mother and her daughters. To be
shown off to everyone whilst in skirts, to play with real six year old little
boys and girls, to learn how to play their childish games.
They were determined to turn me into a little girl, not only in looks, by the time they had finished with me I would act like a little child naturally, it would be second
nature for me to actually want to play with dolls and wear the prettiest of
clothes, by the time they had finished with me I would truely be a little girl.
But first I had to endure being seen by my sisters and my girlfriend
Elizabeth.
I felt so childlike as mother strapped me in the baby car seat, I
needed something to comfort me, and wished I had brought one of the big
dummies with me, without any hesitation, I raised my hand and put my
thumb into my mouth, mother laughed as I suc-ked "I thought you would
have put up more of a fight Johnathan" she said as she drove off "fancy
letting us turn you into a little girl, I bet that is what you wanted all along".
Looking down at my pretty frock and my frilly petticoats I wondered the
same thing myself.
Once home I was led into the house by mother, she took off her coat
and hung it in the hall, "Let's go and see your new bedroom Johnathan" she
said taking my hand again. We passed the room I usually slept in and
continued to what used to be the spare bedroom. The door now had a little
sign on it in pink "Johnathan's Room" it said. Mother opened the door "Oh
how lovely" she said as she led me in.
The smell of a freshly decorated room
hit my nose as I entered, the woodwork had been painted a pale pink, the
walls covered in pretty pink nursery wall-paper, the deep piled carpet a
darker shade of pink to complement the rest of the decor. It was
unmistakably a girls room. In the centre of the room stood a large, pink
wooden cot, under the window, which had pink curtains with nursery
characters printed on the fabric, stood a large rocking horse. Dolls and teddy
bears sat on every flat surface, the window sill, the pink vanity table and a
big rag doll lay under the covers in the cot.
One wall had a mirror fronted wardrobe along it, and I caught my childish reflection as I viewed my new room. Mother slid open one side of the wardrobe door revealing hangers full of puff sleeved dresses in pinks, whites, lemons and lilacs, petticoats and even little girl overcoats for winter wear. When she examined the other side of the wardrobe I saw shelves of frilly knickers, frilly ankle socks, girls vests and on the floor a dozen pair of shoes, all with buckles and all very girlish. "Do you like your new room Johnathan?" she asked picking up the
rag doll from the cot. "Yeth mummy it ith woverwy" I simpered. "This is
Jemima, say hello to your dolly" mother handed it to me, I held it out
"Hewwo Jemima" I gulped feeling such a fool talking to a doll. "She is your
favourite dolly Johnathan, woe betide you if I see you without her" mother
warned. I tucked the doll under my arm "Yeth mummy", I felt the familiar
need to go to the toilet, 'Pweath mummy I need a wee-wee" I said grabbing
my frilly crutch.
She placed a large potty from under the cot on the floor,
pulled down my knickers and allowed me to releave myself. "You are going
to need constant attention" she remarked "I'll have to think about getting you
a nanny". She wiped me with a baby-wipe, pulled up my panties and led me
to the rocking horse. "This is Mr Neddy, your favourite toy" she told me
"give him a stroke and say hello". "Hewwo Mithter Neddy" I lisped stroking
its false mane as if it was a real horse. "How sweet" mother laughed "why
don't you go for a ride on Mr. Neddy while I get the tea ready".
She helped me on to the wooden saddle, my feet did not touch the floor, there were no stirrups to help me take my weight of my groin, I gasped as my trapped
privates were crushed, it felt as though someone had kicked me in between
the legs. I dropped Jemima, she slapped my bare leg, "Poor Jemima" she
said giving her back to me ensuring that I couldn't take the weight off my
groin with my hand while holding the doll. She made me hold the rocking-
horse reins with my other hand then pushed me forward so the rocking horse
moved to and fro. "You stay there until your big sisters get home or else
Johnathan" she snapped. "Yeth mummy" I squeaked. She turned and left me
alone.
Through the window I could see the yellow school bus pull up outside
our drive, Lesley and Caroline alighted waving to their friends as the bus
drove off, they then sprinted down the drive. The front door flew open and I
could hear their excited chatter as they entered the house. "Mother we're
home" shouted Lesley "where is Johnathan". "Upstairs, in his nursery"
mother shouted back.
I heard their feet running up the stairs, along the
landing, they burst into the room. I did not think two people could make so
much noise as they stood there howling at me. I steeled myself from bursting
into tears in front of them. "How absolutely adorable" Lesley laughed as she
dragged me from the rocking horse "you are a perfect little girl". "You are so
pretty Johnathan, I'm almost jealous" Caroline joined in "and those clothes
really suit you". "Are you wearing lipstick, little girl?" Lesley asked,
curiously examining my bright red lips. I felt my bottom lip trembling and
the need to go to the toilet once again overwhelmed me. "I need a wee-wee" I
cried bursting into tears.
The room rang with their laughter once again as
they heared my squeaky voice. "He is a girl" Caroline sang as she danced
around the room. "Pweath mith I need my potty" I wailed, pointing to it
under the cot. Lesly put it down and I shivered as she pulled my frillies
down. "He's had an operation" she gasped, but after touching me she
realised my vagina was false. I quickly sat on the potty and relieved myself.
"I've finithed mith Weswey" I sobbed.
She dried me and pulled up my
knickers. I was taken to her bedroom and made to recite nursery rhymes
while she took off her school uniform. "My turn" Caroline laughed dragging
me into her room once Lesley was ready, I was their toy, a real live little girl
doll for them to laugh at.
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Part 12
I was half way through Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when the doorbell
rang. "I'll get it" Lesley shouted, dashing from her room "it's Elizabeth". I
felt sick. Carolines bedroom door was open, I heared Lesley open the front
door. "Hi Lesley, I've come for tea" Elizabeth's voice said "is John in".
Caroline was falling about laughing in her room, tears streaming down her
face as she saw my sickly look. "Hello Elizabeth, come in" Lesley said
"Johnathans upstairs with Caroline, you go through to the sitting room, I'll
tell him your here". "Thanks" Elizabeth said. "Johnathan" Lesley shouted up
the stairs "Elizabeth is here". "Come on Johnathan" Caroline had recovered
from her fit of hysterics "let's go and show your girlfriend what a big sissy
you are".
I could hardly walk, my legs turning to jelly again, I was that
nervous, I started to pull back, "Oh no you don't" Caroline laughed and
pushed me into the room. Elizabeth was sat on the sofa talking to mother as I
stumbled in, Carolines hand in my back ensuring there was no escape from
this latest humiliation. Elizabeth looked up, her jaw dropped open, "John,
Johnathan, is that really you?" she said in disbelief. My face absolutely
burned with embarresment, "Elithabeth, wook what they've done to me" I
burst into tears.
Elizabeth stood up, looked at me again as if she still couldn't
believe the crying, prettily dressed creature before her was actually me. "They
did it" I bawled "they made me into a wittle girl". She looked at mother, then
at my sisters. At last I had found an ally, surely she would report them for
what they had done to me and would help me to find a way to return to being
a boy. I waited for her to turn on mother, I sobbed, hugging Jemima to my
breast. "Well" she said at last looking directly at mother "I am so annoyed", I
knew she would be angry, now my hated family were for it "why didn't you
tell me you were going to do this to him" she turned and looked into my
tearful eyes "I would have given you some of my old dolls, there was no
need to buy new ones" she burst into laughter.
Mother, Lesley and Caroline
joined her as they all looked at me. "Oh Johnathan you do make an
absolutely adorable little girl" Elizabeth laughed. I was devastated. She had
been my only hope of salvation, now she was abandoning me to my life as a
little girl. Worse than that she was encouraging them, telling mother she
should take me into school to collect my certificates next week. A surge of
absolute humiliation ran through me as I finally realised I was trapped in little
girls clothes for the rest of my life, and there was absolutely nothing I could
do about it. I burst into tears again, my thumb found its way back in my
mouth and I had that feeling I was going to wet myself again. "I need a wee-
wee" I cried "I want my potty".
My childish status was confirmed as I stood
there crying for my potty , suc-king my thumb in front of these laughing
women. Caroline put my potty on the floor and Elizabeth insisted on putting
me on it, her amusement knew no bounds when she saw my latex pussy.
Mother left to set the table, Elizabeth wiped me, pulled my frillies up then sat
me on her knee. "What a sweet little girl you are Johnathan" she whispered
into my ear as she stroked my smooth hairless legs, I was still suc-king my
thumb and holding Jemima, feeling very vunerable.
I recalled the times Elizabeth had been in exactly the same position on my knee, I had stroked her long legs in the same fashion, ignoring her protests, my hand would fondle her sex under her dress. She looked into my eyes, revenge written all over her face, as her hand played with the frills around my knicker legs.
"How old is my sweet little girl" she giggled her finger under the elasicated
leg. "Thix" I sobbed "Are you sure Johnathan, you look much younger than
that to me" she sneered her hand rubbing my female sex, her finger
exploring the crevasse. I shuddered.
Her finger was in the rubber hole now
and pushing against my trapped pen-is. "Is that my little girls clitorus" she
laughed poking her sharp finger-nail into me "you have to protect this
Johnathan, because nasty boys try to put their fingers where they shouldn't"
I squealed in agony as she dug her nail in really hard. "Do you know why I
came to tea Johnathan?" she watched my face screw up in agony,
I shook my head "to tell you that I had had enough of your pathetic attempts to have sex with me." she held me tightly as I writhed on her knee "I was going to
tell you that I did not want to see you any more, but now your in skirts, wild
horses wouldn't keep me away". "Pweath thtop Ewithabeth" I cried trying to
push her hand away, Elizabeth had done exactly the same thing.
She enjoyed her power over me, she also enjoyed showing me what it was like for a girl when a male tried to impose himself on a female. "I also came to tell you I
was now seeing Pete Hargreaves" she smiled taking her hand from out my
drawers and straightening my skirts. Peter Hargreaves had been in my class
at school, we hated each others guts "wait till I tell him about you" she
laughed.
Part 13
Mother came in to tell every one tea was ready, she smiled at me as I sat
perched on Elizabeths knee. "Did I hear you say you were seeing Peter
Hargreaves Elizabeth?".
Elizabeth confirmed that she did. "Such a nice boy,
he'll make someone a good husband one day" she said. "I hope so" Elizabeth
smiled. "Perhaps you'd like to bring him round" mother suggested "It will do
Johnathan good to see one of his old class mates". "Yes I do believe your
right" laughed Elizabeth "I'm positive Pete would love to see Johnathan".
"In fact" mother smiled "I was hoping to take the girls to the cinema
tomorrow night, it will be far too late for a little girl like Johnathan to be out,
so I am loking for a baby sitter". "You can count on me" Elizabeth laughed.
I burst into another flood of tears "Oh Johnathan, your such a cry -baby these
days" Elizabeth mocked while the others jeered. Mother motioned every one
to go to the dining room, Elizabeth took my hand and led me in. The dining
room table was all set with knives and forks, a large plate of sandwiches in
the centre, cakes, bread, crisps and lots of fancy bowls with dips in them.
At one end of the table was a big high-chair, which caused another howl of
laughter as they all saw it. The tray was raised ready to except me, this high-
chair had a potty in the centre of the wooden seat. "Come on Johnathan, get
into your high-chair, little girl" Elizabeth said. "Can you take his knickers off
Elizabeth, he'll never get through tea without wanting his potty" mother
informed her. Elizabeth soon had them off and helped me into my baby seat,
lowering the tray, then pinching my cheek "Who's a good little girl then" she
giggled. The hard potty rim dug into my bare bottom, Lesley tied a bib
around my neck "You don't want you to mess your pretty outfit up do you
Johnathan" she said, "No mith, fank you Wethwey" I squeaked for their
amusement. A plastic plate with sandwiches cut into tiny soldiers and a few
crisps on it were put on my tray along with a plastic training beaker with a
spout.
Mother took Jemima "You can have your dolly back after tea
Johnathan, so eat up like a good little girl" she said. Bursts of laughter filled
the room as mother recounted the days events to the amused audience. I
chewed silently on my food. Mother was right I would not get through the
meal without wanting to relieve my over worked bladder, "Pweath mummy I
need a wee-wee" I screeched trying to put my hand on my crutch to stop
myself weeing. The tray was too close to my body,
I could not get my hand down there and the high chair sides prevented me from touching myself . "That's why you've got a potty in your high chair Johnathan, so we don't have to keep running back and forward for your other potty" mother pointed out "so be a good girl and don't interrupt us adults when we are talking, little girls should be seen and not heared". I made an extreme effort not to wee in
the potty, it was no use, the fluid ran from my body and they all laughed at
the tinkling sound it made when it did.
Thankfully tea was over, the women
all helped to clear the table and I found myself back on Elizabeth's knee in
the lounge, minus my frillies, holding my doll. Mother switched on the
television and put a tape into the video machine "The Studio has security
cameras in every room" she told them as the video started to play "they
kindly filmed Johnathans day there". "Oh goody" laughed Caroline "we can
see him being made into a little girl". I had to endure sitting on my girlfriends
knee, her hand stroking my plastic sex, while watching the video of me
being transformed at the studio. Lesley and Caroline loved the part where I
was taken into the creche with the real children. "Please mother can we take it
to school to show our friends?" they begged "they will all want a copy". "Of
course dears" she looked at me. "Your a star Johnathan".
I burst into tears again. "He must be tired" mother said looking at her watch "goodness me it is 6.30 his bed-time no wonder he's grissling". "What a ridiculous time to have to go to bed" Elizabeth observed. "For an adult yes" agreed mother "but all little girls go to bed early, he'll be no different" she looked at me "he will
be put to bed at 6.30 for the rest of his life". "But Johnathan loves sport, you
know he plays squash and tennis in the evenings"
Elizabeth said in mock concern. "Not anymore" mother replyed "he'll be all tucked up in his cot with Jemima while his friends are enjoying themselves". "He will be allowed to play football on Saturdays, won't he, you know how he loves that"
Elizabeth looked into my eyes as she spoke in my defence. "Little girls don't
play football Elizabeth you know that" mother said "he's got his dolls to play
with now and if he needs any execise he can take his skipping rope to the
park". "His football team will be anoyed if he doesn't show up"
Lesley joined in "perhaps we can take him there on Saturday before we go to the
park and explain to them why he can't play any more". "What a good idea"
mother smiled "you are so considerate Lesley". "Isn't your big sister nice
Johnathan, she's going to take you to see all your footballing friends". I
wailed. "Come on little girl" mother took my hand. "Yeth mummy" I
sobbed. She took me up to my nursery,
I hated being led around like this,
since this morning I had been taken everywhere by the hand as if I wasn't
capable, "Well little girls aren't" mother pointed out when I complained.
Mother stripped me, hanging my clothes in the wardrobe when she had
done, replacing my dress with a very frilly, puff sleeved baby-doll nighty, it
was very short, barely covering my hips. "Lay on the floor Johnathan" she
ordered.
I watched as she went to the wardrobe and felt another surge of
humiliation when I saw what she got out. She grinned evily as she
approached with the large square of terry towelling "Pweath mummy, not a
nappy" I cried as she knelt down next to me and told me to raise my bottom.
"My little daughter will be in his cot for a long time, you are bound to want
to use your potty, but you are not allowed to get out of your cot, so nappies
are the only answer" she said pinning the nappy to me at either side. "Its all
right Johnathan, all very little girls wear nappies in their cots".
I started crying again, mother took a big dummy out of a draw and pushed it in my
mouth. A pair of frilly pink drawers to match the nighty were pulled up my
legs, in true baby fashion they were lined with plastic. "We don't want a wet
cot Johnathan" mother said examining the baby panties, making sure my
nappy was well tucked in. She took my hair ribbon out and fussed with my
curls "I do love your ringlets Johnathan, they make you look so sweet" she
said producing a pink babies bonnet, this will make sure your ringlets don't
get spoilt" she laughed tying it under my chin in a bow.
She gave me a pair of childish, pink fluffy slippers to put on and handed Jemima back to me. "There all ready for bed" she giggled, turning me to the mirror. "Lets go and say nighty night to everyone". She led me back downstairs. The laughter
was even louder than before, "He's a baby girl" Caroline said histerically
"he's even got a nappy on". Mother sat me on Elizabeth's knee, "Would you
like to give him his night time bottle?" she asked.
It was a stupid question, I was soon laid back, my bonneted head in the crook of her arm, suc-king on the teat of a huge babies bottle full of sickly sweet baby milk. "What time do you want Pete and me tomorrow?" she asked mother without taking her eyes from me. "6.30 will be fine" mother said "I'll have him all ready for bed".
"No, that's allright" Elizabeth smiled "I'll put him in his nappy" she paused
for effect, "in front of Pete". "Whose going to be put into nappies in front of
his friend then" Elizabeth said in baby tones.
I shook my head in horror,
tears running down my cheeks. "Yes you are Johnathan, he will be here
tomorrow night, I'm going put you on the floor, powder your little botty and
put you in a big fluffy nappy in front of him to show him what a big baby
you have become". With each suc-k of the bottle I felt more babyish, I didn't
realise it contained drugs, by the time I had finished I was falling asleep, "Is
my lickle baby all tiredy-wiredy then" mother mocked. I was taken back to
the nursery and put in the cot.
Mother pulled up the pink duvet, put Jemima
next to me and pulled up the sides. She looked down on me sneering
"What's it like being in a cot, Johnathan, you had better get used to looking
through those pink bars because you will be sleeping in it for the rest of your
life" her laughter rang through my head as I drifted into a drugged sleep.
suc-king heavily on my dummy, I wondered just how much more
humiliating it could get.
Tomorrow I would be in a creche full of children all
making fun of me. Later I would be paraded in front of my worse enemy in
little girl clothes. Then I would suffer the ultimate indignaty, the girl who I
loved would put me into nappies in front of him. Tears rolled down my
cheeks soaking my pillow as sleep overwhelmed me.
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Part 14
I was still suc-king on my dummy when mother woke me the next
morning. The drugs in the baby milk had ensured I was asleep the whole
time, I also felt very weak. Mother invited me to sit up and let the cot side
down. Pleased at being allowed to do something myself, I threw back the
covers, knelt up and reached around for the catch that held the side in place.
I tried to operate it, but found I was too weak to move it, "It ith thtuck
mummy" I lisped. She easily opened it and let the side down, "You will get
weaker each time you drink a bottle of mummies milk" she informed me as I
was helped out the cot "just six baby bottles will leave you as weak as a
kitten for the rest of your life". I was taken down to breakfast dressed as I
was once I had put on my slippers, Jemima tucked under my arm.
The girls were already there, dressed in their school uniforms, tucking into their
cornflakes. I was put into my high-chair, a bib tied around my neck and
given a rusk to eat, mother put my dummy on the high-chair tray. They
taunted me for being a big baby as I chewed sulkily on the rusk not liking the
taste at all. "Is your nappy wet Johnathan" Lesley teased "fancy having to
wear nappies" she scoffed. "It must be awful having a wet nappy on"
Caroline said. "You wait until he has to poo it" Lesley laughed "and then
have to sit in a dirty nappy until an adult changes it". "Yuk" Caroline
grimaced "how gross". "It would be for you or me because we are adults
and can hold ourselves and go to the toilet when we want" Lesley sneered
"but little babies like Johnathan are not capable of such grown up acts.
He will have to sit there and poo himself, the mess squeezing into his nappy,
like all babies do, and as he is not allowed to touch his nappy, he will have
to wait until we decide to change him". "I can't wait to see that" Caroline
giggled. Lesley had finished her breakfast, she came to the high-chair and
pinched my cheek viciously "Are you looking forward to wearing a pooey
nappy baby" she sneered. I yelped. "You wait until Saturday Johnathan, I'm
taking you to the park in your nappy to play on the swings and I'll make you
dirty it in fromt of all my friends, and that is a promise".
Mother entered the dining room carrying a plate of toasted soldiers dipped in runny egg and my babies bottle full of milk. "Is your big sister hurting you, Johnathan" she laughed at the red mark on my face and the tears on my cheeks. Thankfully she shooed the laughing girls off to school, and fed me the baby breakfast. She wiped any egg or milk that I had spilled off my chin with the bib,
released me from the chair and took me to get me ready for the studio. She
sat me on the floor and took a very short lemon dress from the wardrobe,
even I could tell that this was a baby dress. "I think I will leave you in
nappies" she smiled, putting a full petticoat over my head. "Oh pweath
mummy, I'll be a good wittle girl, don't weave me in nappies" I whined.
"Pweath mummy wet me wear my pwetty wittle girl cwothes, I'm not a
baby" I cried "I'm a wittle girl".
She ignored me, but was pleased that I was
begging her to put me in my party dress, and not boys clothes, admitting I
was a little girl not a grown boy. "Don't worry Johnathan, you can wear
your prety dress later when Elizabeth and Peter come to baby sit you" she
pulled off the pink baby pants and replaced them with much frillier lemon
ones. "I can quite understand that you don't want Peter to see you in your
nappy, after all he was in your class at school, he's bound to laugh. To save
you from embarresment I'll change you as soon as we get home", frilly
ankle socks and baby shoes were being pulled on my feet. "Although he will
see you in a nappy when Elizabeth gets you ready for bed won't he" she
laughed "she said that she is going to put you in it in front of him" she
reminded me, as if I couldn't forget, "perhaps if you speak to Elizabeth nicely
she will nappy you in your nursery".
There was no chance of that and I imagined Pete's grinning face looking down at me watching Elizabeth pin me into a big white nappy like a little baby. I burst into tears. Mother pushed my dummy in "I didn't think you would have any tears left after yesterday Johnathan". Mother finished dressing me, a big lemon bonnet was tied over my ringlets, a pale pink matinee jacket was buttoned at the neck and a set of baby reins buckled on to me". It was amazing how much I looked like a
baby, I watched the big baby toddling out of the bedroom on reins hardly
recognising it was me. I was soon fastened in my car seat Jemima sat on my
lap, then mother drove off.
Part 15
Barbara went into raptures over my appearence as we entered the
Studio. Mother handed her the baby reins and left telling me to be a good
little baby for the nice ladies. At a push of a button Joanna appeared,
congratulated me on being the prettyest baby she had ever seen, and led me to
the creche.
The room was full of children and babies, the older children were
being devided into activity groups, the babies put into playpens full of baby
toys. I was soon the centre of attention, the children crowding round and
laughing at me for being a baby. An attendant removed my jacket and
bonnet, straightening my curls as she did. She told me as I was such a
"special baby" she would be with me all the time.
She was about 18 years old, her name was Janet. She put me in the large playpen I had sat in yesterday and began instructing me on how to play like a baby. She also banned me from using "big " words, I could ga ga or goo goo, in fact she
insisted I did or Joanna and Pauline would take me to the punishment room
"And you know what happens there baby, don't you". "Goo goo ga ga goo"
I gurgled.
My dummy was causing me to dribble so a bib was tied on me to
protect my frock, then around mid-morning all the children were given
drinks, the babies were given thiers in a bottle, that included me. I sat on
Janets lap gurgling as she fed me, "What a good baby you are Johnathan"
she gushed. I admonished myself for playing the part of a baby so well, I
was a sixteen year old boy, I shouldn't be sat on a complete stranger's lap
suc-king milk from a babies bottle, wearing a wet nappy and a baby dress.
"Come on" I said to myself "have some self respect, your a boy not a baby
girl". But I recalled the beating yesterday. "Goo goo goo ga goo" I continued
to gurgle. Janet had my head in the crook of her arm,
I had finished the bottle, she continued to nurse me her hand patting my padded frilly crutch. For the last two hours I had been fighting a battle with my bowels. My
bladder muscles were so weak I had given up fighting the urge to wet my
nappy, but this was different, I had no intentions of soiling myself. I writhed
in agony my sides aching, Janet held me tightly rocking gently back and
forth, she knew exactly what was going on. "Goo goo goo ga" I said
looking distressed. "What do you want baby" she smiled. "Goo goo ga ga" I
gurgled more urgently,. "Aunty can't understand her little baby" she said "if
only you were able to talk like a big girl" she laughed. I was faced with a
dilemma, she had already banned me from talking, if I asked for my potty I
would be thrashed, if I didn't I would have to do it in my nappy.
I relaxed my muscles, immediately my bowels opened, the mess forcing its way into my nappy, squeezing between my legs. It felt awful and I burst into tears.
She knew how devastating this was for me, all the children and attendants
looked round as I cried out. "Baby has pooed his nappy" she informed the
laughing crowd. She continued to pat my nappy, "You'll have to wait for
your nappy to be changed" she giggled in my ear "its your own fault for
dirtying yourself".
I admonished myself for being so weak, choosing to soil
myself rather than take a beating, now I had to pay the ultimate price for
acting like a baby. I had to wear the dirty nappy for the rest of the morning,
the mess squelching horribly as I sat in the playpen playing with Jemima.
Janet finally anounced it was time for her dirty baby to be changed, then it
would be "din-dins". I was put on a changing table, given a rattle to shake
and told to gurgle while she changed me in front of every one.
A loud "YUK" went round the room when she showed them my dirty bottom. "I'm
glad I don't wear nappies anymore" one little girl said "I'm a big girl now I
don't need them anymore". Janet laughed at her innocence "Only babies have
to wear nappies Jessica" Janet told her as a clean nappy was being pinned on
me "until Johnathan grows up like you he will have to get used to having
dirty nappies on".
Once fully dressed I was put in my highchair and fed baby
food, again I was encouraged to talk like a baby as she spoon fed me and I
gurgled as realistically as I could while being fed pureed spinach and rice,
followed by a very sweet pudding. Baby milk out of a bottle was
compulsory, as I suc-ked on the large teat of my bottle, I noticed one baby in a
blue baby grow getting rather fractious. It would not take its feed no matter
how hard the assistant tried.
Suddenly the doors burst open and a huge
woman burst in. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a plastic cape, she
had obviously been called from the hairdressing salon. The baby gurgled
excitedly when he saw her "Come to mummy" the huge womans voice
boomed. She sat on a chair next to me unfastened her blouse and taking her
large breast in her hand. put the baby on her nipple.
The baby suc-ked greedily on his mothers milk. "I'm trying to wean him off it" she told Janet "Ive got such large breasts, I make too much milk. Michael only takes a little before he drops off, and if I don't draw the milk off with a pump, I'm in
agony for the rest of the day". As if to prove her point the baby closed its
eyes and fell asleep, a contented look on its face. The assistant carefully took
the sleeping child from its mother. Janet stopped feeding me and lifted the
tray, "Perhaps you could feed this baby girl' Janet suggested "she would take
all of your milk, you wouldn't ned a pump".
The woman beamed as I was pulled from the highchair and sat on her knee. "Come on baby" she cupped her breast offering her large nipple to my lips. It all happened so quickly, I took the warm nipple in my mouth, it felt so different from the bottle,and the thin sweet milk gushed into my mouth. She held me easily against her, every one laughing at me being breast fed. As one breast dried up, she swapped me to the other, I wondered just how much milk this huge woman produced, my stomach was bloated. "Its such a long time since Johnathan was put to the breast, he's really enjoying it" Janet told her. "Johnathan, him!" she laughed "he's a boy?". "He used to be " Janet laughed too.
The woman threw me over her shoulder when I was finished, "Come on Johnathan, lets have all that nasty wind up like a good girl" she winded me in front of the jeering crowd. I did not need to foce a belch, it happened naturally, much to every ones amusement. The woman took me over to my playpen and dropped me
in, it was so disconcerting being handled by her, she made me feel like a
child the way she so easily picked me up. "Will Johnanathan be here
tomorrow?" she asked. "He is going to be here every day for the next six
weeks" Janet informed her "he is to undergo an intensive training
programme to turn him into the little girl he now looks like". "I'll see you
tomorrow then Johnathan" the woman wiggled her fingers at me in a wave
"bye-bye baby" "Goo goo goo ga" I sobbed. "Story time children" I heared a
womans voice announce again, the children excitedly crowding round her
chair. "Just a moment, Francis " Janet said, she was backing through the
double, swing creche doors "I'll just get Johnathan out of the way".
I froze in horror as she turned wheeling a large baby buggy towards the playpen.
She put my matinee jacket back on me along with the bonnet and baby reins,
a pair of immobilising mittens were also tied on my hands. She sat me in the
pushchair, fixin the reins to the sides, the buggy foot rest had two clamp like
devices, she put my feet in them and tightened the clamps to my shoes,
I could not move my feet when she had finished. She gave me my dummy and
Jemima to hold, "Walkies" she sang "thanks Francis, see you later". The
pushchair lurched forward, I could not put my feet down or unfasten my
reins, she could wheel me anywhere, there was nothing I could do about it.
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Part 16
Barbara could not resist in coming over as we passed through
reception, "Is baby Johnathan going for a little walk then" she said in the
tones women used on babies. "Goo goo goo ga" I mumbled. "Mrs Johnson
wants something from the chemists" Janet told her "it's only down the road
and as its such a nice day, I thought Johnathan would like some fresh air"
"His mother did say he didn't want to spend all day in the creche" Barbara
smiled. "Apparently two of the girls in Johnathans old class have just started
working there, so we can kill two birds with one stone" Janet told her "I can
get his mothers things and he can meet some of his old school friends".
I writhed against my restraints trying to get out of the buggy, this was too
much, I didn't care if I got a thrashing, I wasn't going outside in the baby
carriage wearing nappies. "Look he's so happy he's jumping for joy"
Barbara howled. "I'd better not dissapoint him then" Janet laughed loudly
pushing me towards the glass doors which slid silently open. I was trapped. I
threw Jemima to the ground and spat out my dummy, "THTOP, THTOP I
DONT WANT TO GO TO THE THOPS" I wailed. "Your only drawing
attention to yourself Johnathan" Janet said pushing Jemima into my arms,
"I'll forgive this little tantrum, but if this dummy comes out again or you
utter one more word you will suffer" she rammed the dummy into my mouth
and off we went.
People stared and laughed as we passed them in the street,
I suc-ked on my dummy hugging Jemima for comfort, feeling like a
condemed man heading for execution. We were soon outside the large
chemist, Janet pushed the door open and pulled me in. It was so strange
viewing the shop from the buggy, everything looked bigger from down
here, the shelves seemed higher, the people taller, emphasising my baby
position.
It didn't take long to become the centre of attraction, the female
shop assistants all crowding round to see the big baby in the pushchair.
"What a cute baby", "Isnt she sweet", "What a lovely dress, doesn't it suit
her", "I hope her nappy isn't' wet" were some of the laughing comments.
Janet removed my bonnet "Let the ladies see your curls, Johnathan" she said
making sure everyone heared my name. "She's a boy" the crowd gasped "A
boy in a dress and nappy, I never" the remarks kept coming.
In the front of the crowd were two girls I recognised, Sharon Collingwood and Mary Springer, they wore white coats over their own clothes, as did the other shop assistants. "Johnathan" Sharon said recognising me at last "Its Johnathan
Johnson" she screamed "he used to be in our class at school" she told
everyone "he's sixteen, the same as us". The two girls stepped forward
"Why are you in nappies Johnathan?" Mary asked "is it some kind of charity
stunt". "Your friend is talking to you Johnathan" Janet snapped. "Goo ga
goo ga goo" I burst into tears yet again. The shop filled with laughter as
Janet told them why I was in nappies and a baby dress.
The crowd dispersed "Serves him right" said one woman as she left "he must have wanted to be turned into a baby, my Richard would never have let me near him with a girls vest, never mind a nappy". The woman she was talking to agreed "He deserves all he gets, fancy letting his mother put him into a dress and making
him wear a nappy" she laughed "and did you see his ringlets, so cute, you
couldn't force a boy to sit and have his hair put into ringlets, he must want to
be a girl".
Janet asked Mary if she could get her a large jar of cream for nappy
rash as I had a very sore bottom from wetting my nappy so much. "Surely he
doesn't wet himself" Sharon said "he's sixteen, for goodness sake".
"Unfortunately he does" Janet smiled "in fact this morning he even soiled
himself" "No!" Sharon didn't believe her. "Its true, he was sat on my knee
having his bottle" Janet went on "he could have asked me to take him to the
toilet, but he didn't. He chose to dirty his nappy just like a baby" she lied.
When Mary came back with the cream Sharon told her Janet's story, "He
was sat on her knee suc-king a babies bottle and he pooed himself" she
laughed. "He's definitely going to need his nappy rash cream then" Mary
howled. "Do you have baby changing facilities?" Janet asked "I'm sure his
nappy will be wet, I could put some cream on him too". Mary pointed to a
door with a baby sign over the top, "Can we come and watch, I'd love to see
him have a nappy change" Sharon laughed. I was released from the buggy,
Janet held my reins tightly in case I was tempted to run off, but where she
thought I would go to dressed like I was god only knows.
We all crowded into the small room, a solid looking shelf at one side served as a changing table, I was much too big for it so Janet ordered me to sit on the floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my nappy was removed in front of the laughing
girls. "It must be so humiliating" Mary observed "having to wear a nappy,
and then have it pulled off in front of people". "Babies have no choice who
see's their bottom being changed, if he chooses to wet his nappy, he will
have to suffer the indignaty of having it changed in public".
They both gasped when they saw my false sex and asked if I had been castrated. "Not yet" Janet giggled, showing them where my privates had been put. "His
wee-wee his safely tucked away for ever" Janet remarked as she tucked a
clean nappy under my bottom. "Everyone knew he was a wanker at school"
Sharon told Janet. "Not any more" Janet laughed "I'm afraid Johnathan will
never experience any sexual feelings ever again" "Well babies don't do they'
Sharon laughed.
I was so relieved to be put back in the pushchair and taken
back to the Studio, Janet did promise Mary and Sharon that she would take
me back to see them in my little girl clothes, I had to wave to them as we left.
Back in the creche I almost leapt into my playpen, I was so glad to be away
from those laughing women. What a difference a few hours made, only a
short while ago I resisted being put in the baby cage. The rest of the
afternoon passed,
I played with my toys under Janet's strict supervision, I
had another bottle feed with the other babies, fortunately baby Michael had
left earlier. Mother came to the creche to collect me, "Goo goo goo ga" I
gurgled enthusiastically when I saw her, I was surprised how happy I was to
see her. "Have you been a good little baby Johnathan?" she asked pulling me
out of the playpen. "Ga ga go ga goo" I continued to speak like a baby. "He's
been very a good girl" Janet told her "he's been far less trouble than I
expected.
When we made Clive West into a baby it took months before he
realised his situation was permanent, even now he rebels every so often and
has to be punished" she put my bonnet on my head, "he has only been in his
nappy a day and look at him, I'm sure he loves it". Mother put me in the car,
she put the baby buggy into the boot. "Lesley can take you to see your
football friends in your pushchair" she smiled before driving off.
Any thoughts I had had about stopping my step-sister from humiliating me in front
of my team mates disappeared, I knew once I was in the baby carriage I
would be powerless to stop her, it was just humiliating experience to look
forward to.
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Part 17
Their cruel plans to reduce me to little girlhood were working all to
well, I was so pleased to be out of nappies I was almost smiling at my
reflection as mother put me in the party frock and under pinnings I had worn
the day before. Mother stood behind me and swished my rustling skirts
against my thighs, she reminded me about Elizabeth and Pete's impending
visit. My heart dropped again, was there to be no respite from my constant
humiliation. "Pweath mummy "
I lisped in my best voice, pressing my knees
together, hoping to please her in acting so girlish, "I don't need a baby thiter,
I can wook after mythelf". The picture I presented in the mirror was one of a
simpering little girl, totally incapable of performing such a grown up act.
"How old are you Johnathan?" mother asked in exasperation. "Thix
mummy" I lowered my long eye lashes and blushed deeply. "What sort of a
mother would I be if I left such a sweet six year old on her own" she
explained carefully as if talking to a real child "little girls like you are not
capable of taking care of themselves are they Johnathan". "No mummy".
"Who will put you on your potty or put you in your nappy and get you ready
for bed, you cannot do it can you" she went on. "No mummy" my bottom lip
was beggining to tremble. "See you are going to cry again" she pointed out
handing me a tissue "you are a little girl Johnathan, you will have a baby
sitter, now be a good girl and play on Mr. Neddy until the girls get home
from school".
She wiped my tears, told me to blow my nose, then tucked a
little lacy handkercheif in my knicker leg. "That is where little girls keep their
hankies" she told me "if you were a boy you would have pockets, but your
not are you Johnathan?". "No mummy" I snivelled. The pain in my groin
was not as intense as the day before as I rocked to and fro looking out of the
bedroom window, once again I saw the school bus approaching, it stopped,
Lesley, Caroline and three other girls jumped off.
Lesley pointed up at me, the children in the bus looked up at where Lesley indicated and waved, I could see them laughing. I prepared myself for further humiliation as the giggling girls ran up the stairs. "Here he is our little sister" Lesley sneered dragging me from the rocking horse aand making me curtsey to her friends. "This is his cot" she showed them my childish bed, "he has to go to bed at 6.30 every evening in his cot" she told them "and he has to wear a nappy so he doesn't wet the mattress" she told her laughing audience.
They were shown all my dresses, my little baby shoes, my dolls and my frilly drawers. "Pweath mith I need a wee-wee" I had to say and I was put on my potty. I
was taken outside in the garden where I was given instruction in curtseying,
my efforts were far to clumsy for such a pretty girl I was told. I was given a
skipping rope and made to recite nursery rhymes as they turned the rope.
Mother wheeled my buggy into the garden to show them and told Lesley and
Caroline they could take me out in it whenever they wanted. We had a trial
run with me in the pushchair and the laughing girls pushing me around the
garden. Their friends stopped for tea, it caused great hilarity seeing me in a
highchair and using a toddlers beaker.
Mother kept them further amused telling them about my day as a baby, how I'd been breast fed and my trip to the chemist. The girls loved it, Caroline's and Lesley's friends had to be forced to go home, they were told they could visit any time they wished. Lesley and Caroline went to get changed for their outing with their mother, I was put on the floor, in front of the television and made to watch a "My Little Pony" video. Jemima was put in my lap, I had to sit with my legs apart
and straight, just like a little girl. "Do not move a muscle" I was warned and
left alone.
The video was almost finished when the doorbell rang. I felt sick.
"I'll get it" Caroline's voice rang out. "Elizabeth, Pete do come in" I heared
her say "Johnathans in the lounge watching t.v.". I heared their steps behind
me as the cartoon was just finishing, I felt my neck and face burn with
embarresment. "Johnathan look who's come to see you" Elizabeth said. I
could not bring myself to look round "Oh he's shy" she giggled "he's only a
little girl Pete". Elizabeth stepped over my outstretched legs and switched
the television off. She looked down at me, her brown eyes twinkling with
evil intent. Pete joined her, put his arm around her waist and looked at me,
shaking his head in disbelief. I knew I was going to cry. They looked so tall,
I felt like a child as I looked up and burst into tears. "He is such a cry baby
these days Pete" Elizabeth laughed taking my dummy off the sideboard.
"Does the little girl want his dummy" Elizabeth offered "is the big man
frightening you Johnathan". "Yeth mith " I squeaked. She pushed it in my
lips. "He won't hurt you, stand up Johnathan and say hello to your friend"
she ordered. I got to my feet, displaying my frilly bottom as I did,
I put my hands behind my back "Hewwo Pete" I said. 'What a state to be in" he
laughed "you great big fairy". He turned to Elizabeth "How could you go out
with that" he sneered then kissed her full on the lips. "Oh Pete not in front of
the little girl" she said. "Little giirls shouldn't be watching" he said "they
should be playing with their dollies. You talk to your doll while Elle and me
do adult things Johnathan, and let me hear you".
He embraced Elizabeth again, I was too embarresed and jealous to say anything. "I thought I told you to talk to your dolly Johnathan" he said angrily "perhaps I should spank your bottom for not doing as your told". He grabbed my arm "No, no, let me go" I screamed "let me go", my skirts flying everywhere as he easily
dragged me over to a chair. "What is going on here" mother stormed in,
followed by Lesley and Caroline. Pete let my arm go, I stood there sobbing,
rubbing my wrist, where Pete had grabbed me. "Johnathan was being a
naughty little girl" Elizabeth said "he would not talk to his dolly when Pete
told him to. Pete was going to spank him".
Mother turned to Pete "I'm sorry Peter, I will not allow you to spank Johnathan with your bare hand" she said. She was the last person I had expected to come to my rescue. "You can use a slipper though" she laughed. Every one cheered as I broke down and cried. Pete sat on a chair, mother handed him the hard soled slipper. "Come over here little girl, I am going to spank you" Pete said. "Go on Johnathan, go to Uncle Peter and ask him to punish you for being a naughty little girl" mother ordered "and don't forget to curtsey".
I could feel all their eyes on me as I minced over to my worst enemy, I swallowed hard, took my skirts in my fingers and curtseyed in front of him. "I have been a vewy naughty wittle girl" I said in a high pitched whisper "pwease could you spank my bottom Uncle Peter". I curtseyed again. "With pleasure Johnathan" he laughed "over uncle's knee little girl". I lowered myself across his denim clad knees whimpering. I felt my skirts being lifted out of the way, he grasped me
tightly, then I heared the slipper cut the air as he brought it down on my frilly
knickers. WHAK,WHAK,WHAK.
I screamed as each blow fell on my unprotected bottom. He pushed me to the floor when he had finished, I lay there crying, a blubbering wreck, my masses of skirts all awry. "GET UP, JOHNATHAN" mother shouted "your showing everyone your frillies, even little girls need to learn not to show their pretty panties off, especially when there are boys present". She adjusted my dress "Now thank Uncle Peter for
punishing you and tell him you will be a good little girl from now on" she
ordered. I stood in front of the boy I hated, ribbons in my hair, wearing a
dress, sobbing heavily, "Fank you for my spanking, Uncle Peter, I'll be a
good wittle girl".
He grinned, he knew exactly what it meant to me to have to
submit to him in this humiliating way. "We are going now" mother
announced "see you are a good little girl for Aunty Elizabeth and Uncle Peter
or you will regret it tomorrow" she warned, pushing my dummy in my
mouth to stop me crying. "Yeth mummy, I'll be a good wittle girl" I wailed.
"You go and enjoy yourselves" Elizabeth smiled pulling me onto her knee
"he'll be fine with us". "I've made his bottle and his nightie is all ready on
his cot" mother told her, she kissed my forehead, "Nighty-night Johnathan",
then they were gone.
This was the moment I had dreaded, being left alone
with my ex-girlfriend and Pete. "You are absolutely pathetic Johnathan" he
sneered "how could you let them do this to you, you big pansy", he pulled
me off Elizabeth's knee and grabbed my crutch. "Elle tells me you have a
fanny now that you're a girl", he tore down my knickers, I was powerless to
stop him. "Look at that", he laughed "you've got no balls, you're a girl".
Only a few weeks ago I was capable of beating him in a fight, but now due
to the drugs, humiliation and spankings I had been given, I was reduced to
pleading for his mercy, like a little girl. "Pweath Uncle Peter wet me go" I
wailed. He revelled in my situation. "You're a disgrace to the male sex,
allowing yourself to be dressed in girls clothes" he sneered "I'm going to
make sure you will never be male again".
Elizabeth went to the nursery, she returned carrying a bundle of clothes, "I can't wait to put him in a nappy" she laughed unfolding the white terry nappy on the floor "bring him over here Pete". I stood with my head bowed in shame as she stripped me in front of him, Pete laughed at my bright red bottom and my lack of male organs. "He should have his prick cut off, not hid under that plastic pussy" he said. "His mother mentioned a clinic close-by that she might send him to"
Elizabeth told him. I sat on the nappy. "I'd love to see him sent there" Pete
said. "So would I" Elizabeth laughed, "then he would be a proper girl".
"Let's tell his mother we caught him wanking in his nappy" he suggested.
"Would she believe us" Elizabeth was taken by the idea,
I listened horrified. "She would if there was evidence" he said, he held up a condom, "I could put spunk in this, then put it in his nappy, he wouldn't be able to get it out once I sqeezed it in". "And I could help you fill that condom" she giggled lust in her eyes "let's do it". I was left sitting on the open nappy, told not to move,
while they went upstairs. Later they returned,
Elizabeth looked flushed her clothed in disaray, Pete looked glassy eyed. "Look what Uncle Pete's got for you Johnathan" holding up the condom, it now had thick semen in the end. "A real man's spunk Johnathan, and it is going to get your balls cut off" he laughed sqeezing the contents into the nappy. "Look at him just sitting there letting us do it" Elizabeth laughed "even though he knows it will mean his
prick and balls will be removed". "You would think he would put a bit of a
fight" Pete scoffed "there it is Johnathan all soaking in and staining your
nappy".
I sat there watching the dark yellow stain appear as the semen
soaked gradually in. "I still can't believe he didn't try to stop us" Elizabeth
said as she pinned the nappy to me, making sure the stain was in the most
incriminating place "he deserves to have a real fanny, in fact I wish I was the
one cutting his manhood off, it would give me great satisfaction to know I
actually castrated him". Pete hugged her and french kissed her. "You cruel
bitch" he laughed. "It would be cruel to do it to a real man like you" she
gasped "but not a fairy like him". Elizabeth finished dressing me, put me on
her knee and fed me my bottle. "Whose going to have his balls cut off
Johnathan, whose going to be a real little girl" she mocked as I suc-ked my
teat.
I made up my mind there and then to run away. I didn't know where
I'd go, I just knew I had to get away from this house as soon as possible.
Tonight I would wait until it was dark and just go. But the drugs in the milk
were taking effect, I could feel myself getting weaker, I tried to stop
swallowing the liquid, Janet would have none of it. "Dwink all your milky
up baby, then you will sweepy all the night" she sang. I was almost asleep
when she put me in my cot. "Nighty-night Johnathan" Elizabeth raised the cot
side. "STAY AWAKE, STAY AWAKE" my male subconcious screamed
"YOU HAVE GOT TO GET AWAY, STAY AWAKE". "Night-night Aunty
Ewizabeth" I heared a little girls voice say as I drifted into unconciousness.
"Sweet dreams little girl" Elizabeth's voice echoed in my head.
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Part 18
The following day mother was fuming when she entered the
nursery. I cowered in fear as she threw back my covers and dragged me out
of my cot. I felt even weaker than the day before, my youthful strength all
gone. "Elizabeth and Peter told me all about your disgusting behaviour" she
spat the words out she was so angry. "No mummy it ith not twue, they are
lying. I.........." I cried in panic only to be cut off in mid-sentence. "SHUT
UP JOHNATHAN, YOU WILL NOT SPEAK AGAIN UNTIL TOLD" she
yelled.
A huge dummy was pushed into my mouth and tied behind my neck.
"Elizabeth and Peter lying indeed" she said "why on earth would they want
to do that". She was roughly pulling my frilly plastic lined pants off me
"We'll see whose lying" she snapped ripping the wet nappy off me, pins
flying everywhere. She examined the soggy garment. "So what is that then
Johnathan" she pointed to the stain "scots mist". "Mmmmmm........" I tried
to tell her what really happened. She pushed the wet nappy into my face.
"I've never been so embarressed. A little girl like you playing with yourself"
she pinned the wet nappy on my head and pulled my frilly knickers over it,
everything went dark. "Well it will never happen again Johnathan. You are
going to regret letting Elizabeth and Peter catch you."
I was led stumbling downstairs and put in my highchair. The girls laughed at my nappied head. Mother told them to quieten down a little, she needed to use the phone. "Hello Barbara, this is Monica Johnson, I'll be a little late this morning, and
Johnathan will not be attending today". I could not make out what Barbara
said. "No nothing is wrong, it's just that Dr. Moody has a cancellation, she
can fit Johnathan in this morning, so I'll be taking him there first". Again I
couldn't hear what Barbara said, but I could make out her laughter. "Yes
Barbara it does serve him right, tell Domonic I'll be there about 11.30,
goodbye". I could not believe what I had just heared. "He's going to be a
real girl" Lesley screamed "he's having the operation".
Mother dragged me back upstairs, removed the nappy and my nightie and dressed me in a pink baby outfit with matching knickers over my nappy, matching bonnet and pink immobilising mittens. My matinee jacket was buttoned on followed by the reins. She removed my dummy gag and replaced it with my proper one.
"Come on girls. Lets take your baby sister for his operation" mother
laughed. I felt a surge of fear as the door opened and seeing my chance
made a break for it "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU" I shouted as I ran away.
"Get him girls" her mother laughed.
I could not run fast in the baby clothes and they easily caught me. I didn't have the strength to fight them, my blows landing like powder puffs. "Come on little sister" Lesley pulled me back to the car and put me in the car seat. "There, all buckled in safe and sound" she laughed "there is no chance of escape now Johnathan, you ARE going to be a little girl". I wailed and kicked my baby shoed feet. "What a tantrum Johnathan" mother laughed as she drove off. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A GIRL" I cried. "It's too late Johnathan" Lesley laughed "you should have put up more of a fight and you might not have been in this position, but you never" she sneered "so stop crying, you've only got yourself to blame.
You will be a little girl for the rest of your life, and there is nothing you can do to
stop it." Johnathan knew this to be true, he could only burst into further tears
as he contemplated what lay before him. A life of utter humiliaton at the
hands of his step mother, his step sister and all their friends. Their laughter
rung in his ears now, and would do so for many years to come.
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Never have I been so upset to see a story end. So well written, and such amazing scenarios. I so hope you continue this. X
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This story has been awesome to read. Absolutely loved the breastfeeding part. Hope to read more in the future.
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This story has been awesome to read. pAbsolutely loved the breastfeeding part. Hope to read more in the future.
This one has been done since 1999 or so. My all time favorite.
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I have read this on another site, it is still a very good story and so are other stories by the author
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This was a real classic. I enjoyed reading it.
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I don't know who the author is; but, I would love to see what happened to Jonathan after his operation. This story leaves everyone hanging and the suspense is killing me. Do continue this fantastic story. PLEASE. (curtsey)
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It says it's by Johnathan right in the title. If you read the beginning you'll see it says is was extracted from our old Top Ten Stories page from 1999, 20 years ago, so the story itself is probably even older than 20 years old.
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I am really enjoying this story and the way Johnathon is being turned into a baby girl