Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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This story is the first one I wrote in English, which is not my native language. I apologize in advance for the mistakes you will found. Feel free to propose corrections or to give me advices.
Thank you in advance, I hope you'll enjoy.
A sissy-friendly family
1. When I met Sissy Robin
Most of sissy stories are written either by dominant women or by sissies. Actually, I am neither of them, but but I live with both and I would like to share my experience.
I started dating Sophia when we were seventeen. At this time, I was not very aware of feminist and gender issues. At home, my dad took few care of the housework and cooking and my mom did not handyman stuff, so I founded it normal.
But when our relationship became serious, Sophia made it clear that if we should lived together someday, she would not spend her time making chores and that we should share them equally.
To verify that I would be ready to take care of tasks considered (wrongly) as "feminine", she suggested me to accompany her to a babysitting.
The kid was her cousin Robin and she told me that I would learn to change diapers. I asked her how old he was. She answered "twenty". I thought she meant twenty months. Nobody would imagine babysitting and diapering a twenty years old man! She also made me promise to do everything she would ask me to do without any question until little Robin would be in bed.
You already guess what comes next, but please allow me to tell it to you.
Sophia's aunt open the door. "Hi Sophia!"
"Hi Claire! Let me introduce you my boyfriend Christopher."
"Nice to meet you m'am", I said.
"Please, call me Claire!"
"OK Claire!"
"And this is little Robin", she said, pointing her son. I was shocked when I saw him! Even if Robin was a bit smaller than me, he had to be at least my age. But he was dressed like a small child. He wore a white blouse, with a Peter Pan collar and short puffed sleeves. He did not wear a pants, but white tights which let see his diaper and pink plastic panties. He even suc-ked a pacifier! He avoided my look by lowering his head, and he became quite red when seeing that I was looking at him open-mouthed.
Robin walked in small steps to his cousin, with his pink baby booties, and curtseyed.
"Hello Miss Sophia", he said.
"Hello baby!"
He put his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek. She did the same.
"And here is Mister Christopher", she said. "You can call him “Sir”." He moved forward to me hesitating. "Go on! Don't be shy!" She said.
"Hello Sir."
"He... hello", I answered.
He curtseyed and remained motionless.
"He is waiting you to give him a kiss", she explained me. "He is shy because he does not know you. But you will see, Robin is usually more enthusiastic."
I just put my hand on its hair to caress it.
"And you will become more demonstrative too", she told me.
"Why don't you introduce Betty to Mister Christopher?"
"Yes Miss Sophia!"
He curtseyed to me, curtseyed to his cousin and went to the sofa. He picked a doll that was sitting on the floor and came back to me.
"Sir, this is Betty, my dolly", he said. The doll was dressed with a pink footed onesie pyjama. Her hair was combed in braids.
"I see you already prepared her for the night", said Sophia, while she greeted the doll.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
Then, Robin stretched the doll towards me so I could kiss her.
"Why don't you say hi?" She asked me.
"Hi... Hi Betty", I said, more and more embarrassed.
"Isn't Betty pretty?" Asked Sophia.
"Y... Yes, she is."
I kissed the doll and asked Robin if he did her hair.
"Yes Sir", he answered still blushing.
"Explain how you take care of your dolly", demanded Sophia.
"Well, Sir, every morning I give her a ba-ba, then I dress her and comb her. Then, we play together. We hug, we drink tea, we read books, I change her didee... And in the evening, I bath her, dress her in her pyjama and give her dinner. Then we go to bed together."
"Well, I should leave now", said Claire.
Robin rushed in her arms. "Nighty night Mommy dear! I love you! I love you so much Mommy dear", he said while hugging her and kissing her many times.
"I love you too sweety, be good with Sophia and Christopher."
"I will Mommy dear! I hope you will have fun tonight. I love you Mommy dear!"
He repeated it many times. He was still hugging her when she told us to have a good evening. Sophia caught him so Claire could go. He waved her goodbye until she had closed the door.
"Do you know what time is it?" Sophia asked.
"I believe it is bath time Miss Sophia?" He answered.
"Yes it is!"
They went to the bathroom. He gave her his hand and held his doll with the other one. Sophia made me a sign to follow them.
While she poured the water, she asked him "is your diaper dry?"
"Yes Miss Sophia."
"Do you want to go on the potty?"
"Yes, please Miss Sophia."
"Why don't you ask Mister Christopher?"
"Pretty please Sir, may I go potty?"
"H'm... Yes, you can..." I answered.
"Thus show him where the potty is", Sophia told him.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
Robin showed me a pink potty. It looked like a child's one, slightly bigger.
"Explain Mister Christopher what he must do baby."
"Well, Sir, may you please remove my tights, my panties and my didee?"
I pulled his clothes down and undid the ties of the diaper. Robin waited motionless. He had put his hands on the head. I understood that I shall tell him to sit down. When he sat, he kept hands on the head and didn't start to do his thing.
"Sorry Sir, but may you please also hold my teeny-weeny willie so I do not splash the ground while doing my wee-wee, because I do not have the right to touch my teeny-weeny willie?"
Always embarrassed, I took his pen-is between two fingers and tell him to begin.
"Thank you Sir!"
Then, Sophia asked me to remove his blouse. He was nude in front of me. I noticed he had no hair on the body or on the face. His "willie" wasn't as big as mine, but it was not so tiny.
Sophia asked me to take him to the bathtub. Robin gave me the hand and I made him entered the bath. She gave me a wash glove, a bottle of shampoo and a soap and gave me advice while I washed him. He was passive all the way. She insisted so that I rub well his genitals. He always stood, arms along the body, lowering his head.
He was then allowed to sit down. Sophia gave him small floating plastic animals. He started playing with them. She put her head on my shoulder.
"Isn't he so cute?"
Seeing that I was not as well fond as her, she asked me if I could go empty the potty in the toilet while she watched the "little one".
When I returned, she gave me a thick pink towel and told me that it was time to take the baby of the bathtub. I made a sign to Robin. He got up and waited that I hold his hand to go out. Sophia asked me to wrap him with the towel and to rub him.
"Thank you Sir!"
He gave me his hand and Sophia guided us up to his room.
The "nursery" was hallucinating! Walls were pink, all the furniture were pink and white. His bed was like a big crib, with lowered bars which could go back up. It was covered with a pink duvet and cuddly toys.
Next was a toy box. There were only doll clothes and accessories for toy tea set.
Close by was a storage cabinet covered with a towel. There were several products, lotions, creams. Down were tidied up diapers. I understood that this was a changing table.
Robin went to it and waited my help to go up above. Sophia asked me to spread several products on his bottom and crotch. I was horribly embarrassed, but I did what she asked me. She gave me then a diaper and explained me how to put it on the "baby".
Then, she told me to find plastic panties and pajamas in a cupboard. I open it and found numerous clothes: pink, mauve, purple, white dresses, skirts, petticoats, baby's blouses, tights, sandals, slippers... Everything in the size of a young man.
Pajamas were either nightdresses with tights, or onesies. As I hesitated, Sophia recommended me to take one which looked like the one that wore Betty the doll.
Except for his short hair, Robin did truly look like his doll. Sophia took him to the kitchen to give him his "din-din", which consisted of smashed spinach and broccolis that she asked me to feed him. Seen his grimaces of disgust, Robin didn't looked to enjoy the food. I wouldn't blame him: I could hardly myself bear this smell! But he obediently ate every spoon I gave him.
As Sophia had prepared a quite huge plate of this mixture, this task took a long time and I began to have fun with him. I approached the spoon of his mouth and removed it at the last moment. He started to smile and even to laugh when I said "here come the knight Christopher who wants to rescue princess Robin from the awful spinach monster! Open the drawbridge!"
"See? Mister Christopher already know that you are a little princess! Are you babydoll?"
"Yeth I am Miss Sophia!" Answered Robin with a big smile. He was funny with his mouth and chin covered with vegetables.
"Don't talk with your mouth full sissy!" Scolded Sophia.
"Sowwy Miss Sophia", he said sheepishly with a small, little voice. "And sowwy Sir for being a bad, rude, impertinent little sissy. May you please punish me to teach me to be a good and obedient little sissy?"
"I'll let you off with a warning", said Sophia. "But do not deceive my kindness."
"I won't Miss Sophia! Thank you Miss Sophia!"
I began to play with him again and even tickled his neck until he laugh again.
"Should baby have a desert to reward him for having eaten well?" I asked.
"Yes of course!" Said Sophia. She was obviously satisfied that I take this initiative. She gave me a small jar of compote of apricot. There were no more than three spoonful in this jar of baby food, but at least it made him wash the bad taste out.
After dinner, Sophia allowed Robin to play a little before "beddy-bye". We played with a baby puzzle. It consisted to embed images of farm animals in compartments and in every good answer, the set would emit the shout of the animal. Sophia made him imitate every shout: "moo, baa, hew-haw, oink oink, cluck cluck, yap, yap!"
"Who's a little kitty?" She asked.
"I am Miss Sophia", he said! And he began to walk on all four and to rub against our legs by humming and saying "meow". We caressed him and laugh.
It was not even 7:30 PM, but Sophia exclaimed "my god, it is late!" She went to the kitchen and came back with two big baby bottles full of water. As I was already sitting on the sofa, Robin lay down on it and put his head on my legs. I feed him the two bottles, while he "feed" his doll.
Sophia then told me to make him sit and to tap his back so I could "burp the baby". After it, Robin turned his head in my direction. He said "thank you for my drinkie Sir!" and and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You're welcome..." Robin, I said, quite destabilized.
"You should give Mister Christopher a hug", said Sophia.
"Yes Miss Sophia!" And he cuddled against me, his head pressed against my trunk. After a moment, he started to squirm a little.
"Is there anything you need to ask to Mister Christopher?" Asked Sophia.
"Yes Miss Sophia."
"Then go for it."
"Please Sir, pretty please, may I go on the potty or wee-wee in my didee?"
"Well... why do you wear a “didee” if you need permission to “wee-wee”?" I asked.
"Because, Sir, if I wee-wee without permission, I must be punished, unless it's sleepytime. But if I wee-wee just when I go to beddy-byes, then I will spend the whole night in a wet didee and I shall have boo-boo in my botty, Sir", he almost recited.
"Mister Christopher need to learn to change diapers", interrupted Sophia. "So why don't you kneel in front of the sofa and pee right now?"
"Yes Miss Sophia, thank you Miss Sophia, thank you Sir!" And he obeyed her.
"Don't you need to make a doo-doo too?"
"Yes Miss Sophia."
He had to force himself and put himself on all fours, but eventually managed to poop his diaper. She applauds him and encouraged me to do the same.
We went in his room and I changed his diaper with apprehension. Finally, despite the stink, it was not so terrible, I said myself.
He went to bed. Before raising the bars, Sophia put him thick mittens. As I looked amazed, she asked him to explain me what they were for.
"Well, Sir, with the mittens Miss Sophia or Mommy put to me, I can't use my handsies. So I can't do bad things, like leave my bed, remove my dum-dum or touch my teeny-weeny willie. But I still can cuddle my dolly and my stuffies", he add, holding Betty and a pink teddy bear against his chest.
Sophia made me read a story, a fairy tale of course. She asked me to change the name of the characters. The princess became Robin, the brave knight became Christopher, the nice and beautiful queen became Sophia and the bad witch became the "spinach witch"! Robin looked at me, smiling the whole time. He looked sincerely happy.
When I finished, he said "thank you Sir". I approached my head and he gave me a big kiss on the cheek. He also gave me a big hug and said again "thank you Sir, thank you for being so nice to me." I kissed him on the cheek and said "you're welcome Robin, you're a very nice baby."
He kissed and hugged Sophia and she put a pacifier in his mouth, which she attached with a cordon, so he couldn't untie it. She raised the bars. Before we leave, I said "sweet dreams little princess".
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very nice. i hope, there is more ;)
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Thank you Sissy Michaela! Yes there is more. Actually I have finished the story, but I have to double and triple check. After I posted yesterday, I found several persistent mistakes that I missed.
Anyway, here is the second part. As you go to notice, the story is alternating between sweet scenes and humiliations.
I am always interested in advices and notices.
2. When little Robin became a sweet sissy
We went to the kitchen to fix dinner. I was still stunned, but most of all I was impatient to ask questions. Sophia asked me to help her and she promised to answer all my questions while we would eat.
"So, how old is he?"
"Twenty, I already told you!"
"You mean twenty years old?!"
"Yes of course!"
"I thought you meant twenty months when you told me about the babysitting!"
"Well, Robin is twenty years old, his birthday was last month."
"Is he retarded? I mean... He's older than us, but he wears diapers, he speaks with a toddler language... He acts like a baby..."
"No. He's just a sissy."
"What do you mean a “sissy”?"
"Well, let me explain, but do not interrupt me, that is going to be rather long..."
Sophia knew Robin since she was born. Their mothers are very good friends since their childhood and they also have in common that they were left by their husbands. Sophia considere Claire like her aunt and Robin like her cousin, even if they are not truly family related.
Although Robin is three years older, he always was treated like a younger kid by his mom. When they were child, Sophia's bed time was later, she could do more things by herself, like bathing, while Robin was under the strict control of his mother. He called her "mommy" and Sophia's mother "Madam Sabine", as Claire thought it would be unrespectful for a little boy to call an adult just by his or her first name. But Sophia called her mother "mom" and her "aunt" just Claire.
Sophia could chose her own clothes and wear jeans and t-shirts since she was seven, while Robin, at ten, still still wore blouse, shorts, overalls, sandals, mocassins or bootees.
At school, he carried a child's school bag, decorated with childish pattern. When weather was very cold, instead of allowing him to put pants, Claire would dress him with knee length socks or even tights under his pair of shorts. At home, he always wore a baby blouse with peter pan collar, tights and slippers.
He was the laughing stock of kids. But he was not too much bullied, because his mom taught him to be a "teacher's pet". Having denounced his tormentors, he was just left alone. And she always picked him after school, or send a baby-sitter, even when he was eighteen years old.
When they played together, Sophia always chosed their games. Robin just owned baby toys, stuffed animals and board games that were suiting to the children from three years. She made him play with dolls or to "mommy and baby" (he was the baby of course) and even made him wore her clothes. He looked all the more ridiculous since the dresses were to small for him.
When he was twelve ou thirteen, he confessed to Sophia that he liked to wear dresses and make-up. It was supposed to be a secret, but she immediately reported it to their mothers and the three of them had a big laugh. She started to call Robin her "little dolly".
One day, her actual little cousin Karyn was at her home and so did Robin. Karyn was seven, Sophia ten and Robin thirteen. He wore a bright pink party dress with almost matching ruffle pink chiffon bloomer that Sophia had bought to him. Sophia introduced him as her "doll". Karyn tried to lift his dress to see it. Robin just said softly "hey" and tried to hold it.
Karyn got upset. "Don't you “hey” me! You're a doll, your'e my cousin's dolly. I can peek at your panties if I want!"
"Yes... Sorry Karyn", he said.
"Apologise!" She commanded.
"I am sorry..."
"Better than that!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am a dolly and you can look at my panties if you want..."
"Kneel and apologise again", scoled the little girl.
He obeyed. "I am sorry Karyn. I am a dolly and..."
"Say you're MY dolly!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am your dolly and..."
"Say you're my SISSY dolly!"
"I am sorry Karyn. I am your sissy dolly..."
"Beg for my forgiveness!"
"Please, I beg your forgiveness Karyn... I am y..."
"From now, you will call me Miss Karyn sissy boy!"
"Yes Miss Karyn. Please Miss Karyn, I beg your forgiveness. Pretty please, pardon me Miss Karyn. I am your sissy dolly and you have every right to look at my panties..."
"Your sissy pink panties."
"Yes Miss Karyn, my sissy pink panties."
"Under your sissy pink dress."
"Yes Miss Karyn, my sissy pink panties under my sissy pink dress."
"Say it again!"
"Please Miss Karyn, I beg your forgiveness. Pretty please, grant me your pardon Miss Karyn. I am your sissy dolly and you have every right to look at my pink sissy panties under my sissy pink dress."
"Well, I will forgive you. But first I have to punish you."
"Yes Miss Karyn, thank you Miss Karyn. Please punish me Miss Karyn."
Sophia had planned all the scene with Karyn. But she didn't expect such utter subservience so quickly.
Karyn made him bend, lowered his bloomers and administered him spanks with a hairbrush until he weeps buckets. Then, he had to thank her and get in the corner for two hours.
Since that day, Robin calls her "Miss Karyn", and in the interests of equality, he calls Sophia "Miss Sophia".
When their mothers figured out, they burst to laugh.
For the following holidays, both families went together in the countryside, where they had rented a house, and Claire invited her niece. Robin was harassed by the two cousins. Every day, the two mothers left for a walk or shopping. When they returned home, they always expected to see him in a new humiliating situation. One day he would be on all four, naked, licking water in a dog's bowl with a leash around the neck. The next day he would be kneeling in front of a wall, hand tied behind his back, holding a coin with his nose. Or they would found him tied to a tree, with dirty socks in his mouth. The following days he would be learning to walk with high heels or while holding books on his head...
The girls asked their mothers to buy him baby food and baby bottles. He wasn't allowed to eat with the rest of them anymore. He was fed only after having serve them during lunch and dinner, and sometimes send to bed without eating, because girls esteemed that it was too late for the baby.
They forbid him to go to the toiletts without their permission, and they would often not allow him until he had an accident, or wet his bed at night. They made him beg his "mommy" to buy him "didees".
Claire didn't tried to stop the girls. First of all, she seemed to find this hilarious. Secondly, she thought it was good for her son to learn submission to authority, even from girls younger than him, and to act like a good sweet child, even if it was pretty humiliating.
Robin status was decreased in that of a toy, more specificly a doll. But he was also led to submit to other toys, like Karyn's doll, Gwendolyn! As Gwendolyn was a "true doll" and not a "sissy doll", he was meant to call her "Miss Gwendolyn" and to curtsey every time he passed in front of her.
One of the favorite girl's game was to put Gwendolyn on the ground in the garden. He was obliged to kneel in front of her and to obey humiliating orders which he had to imagine himself. Sometimes, he would eat the grass, slap himself, kiss a dog poo, repeat humiliating sentences about himself or copy tens and hundreds of lines for her, like "I am a bad little sissy", "I am a pathetic dolly", "I want to be a pretty princess", "I must obey my Mistresses, Miss Sophia, Miss Karyn and Miss Gwendolyn", "I am a little wimp. Everybody laugh at me for being a loser and a big sissy", etc.
When school year started, Sophia joined the same middle school. She made him follow her all the time, carrying her bag and her friend's. She also made him wear girl panties and sent different girls to check that he wore them. He was made to call all her friends Miss or Mister followed by their first name.
They gave him orders, like writing lines, make their homework, do humiliation dances in the middle of the playground, clean their feets and shoes with his tongue, smell the boys socks and shoes after PE class. Sometimes they'd put him a blindfold and made him guess to which boy belonged the shoes or socks... If he was wrong, they punished him by slapping his face until he cried. They also made a similar game in which he had to smell their farts, kiss their buts and thanks them for their "wonderful smell" and an other one in which he had to eat their boogers.
For Christmas and his birthday, Sophia and Karyn choses his gifts. He received many girly clothes like princess dresses, ballerina outfit, a lot of panties (he wore them at school, but he wore diapers at home) and toys, like his dolly, Betty. Unlike Gwendolyn, he's allowed to call her simply by her name and she doesn't give him humiliating orders. He has to take care of her like a "mommy".
When he finished high school, his mom decided that he would not be very good at university. He was a teacher's pet, but not a brilliant student. She offered him to stay at home and to work for her friends as a "handmaid". This way, she earned a little money, which she used to provide all his needs.
Most of the time, he's dressed girly like, but at Sophia's insistence, he keeps short hair to show that he is a sissy and not a girl.
"Has he never tried to rebel?" I asked.
"No. He could have say stop. He could have left his home. His mom doesn't keep him prisonnier. But he would never leave or disappoint her. He is happy this way."
"Are you sure he's happy?"
"Of course! When we were kid, I was quite mean to him, I admit. But after I made sure that he was a good submissive obedient little sissy, I became much nicer. Did you see how he loves me? He loves to hug, kiss and please me, like his mommy. He loves to wear pretty dresses and nice clothes and to be treated like a baby. He needs to be bossed all the time. As I told you, he's just a sissy."
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3. When I became Robin's daddy
After that evening, I often accompanied Sophia and I became a regular baby-sitter for Robin. I enjoyed it: besides the fact that we were paid well by Claire, those baby-sitting evening were opportunity for Sophia and I to spend time quietly, after we put him to bed.
But I also enjoyed spending time taking care of Robin. He was always nice and polite. He was very affectionate, made very sweet compliments, offered me very cute presents as drawings or plasticine objects... I considered him like a real toddler girl, and wasn't embarrassed when he wanted to cuddle or kiss me.
I think this special baby-sittings helped our relationship to became more serious. I was soon considered as a member of Sophia's family. I was invited to birthdays, Christmas, etc. I met Karyn, who was a very nice girl with me, although she was very hard with poor Robin. She always came with "Miss Gwendolyn" and forced him to humiliate himself. She also invented games called "the crybaby games". There were several variants like the "slap crybaby game", the "spank crybaby game", the "pinch crybaby game", the "kick crybaby game", the "straps crybaby game", the "locked-in-a-closet crybaby game", the "eat-spicy crybaby game"...
Even if I was used to see him totally submissive, I was still amazed of how he obeyed this girl six years younger than him, and shake in fear everytime he saw her or even heard her name. But he seemed really sincere when he kissed her feet and hug her legs to thank her for making him a "good sissy crybaby".
When we were eighteen, Sophia planned to join Claire and her mother for a week-end trip. They asked me to babysitt Robin.
After usual heart-rending goodbye to his mommy, he came in my arms for a comforting hug. I kissed him on the forehead. He kissed my cheek.
"Thank you Sir", he told me. "You're so good to me Sir! I love you Sir!"
I was a bit surprised. He had said it so naturally!
I just answered "I love you too sweety".
He picked a paper on the table and gave it to me.
"Please Sir, this is a draw I made for you."
This drawing represented me as a knight, with a sword in the hand, facing a green monster. Robin was dressed as a princess, much smaller than me, looking at me with a big red heart over her.
"It's beautiful!" I said, and I kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you Sir", he answered proudly.
"So, what do you want to do princess?"
"Oh, Sir, it's not me to decide! I just have to obey you Sir, whatever you tell me to do."
"Well, if you want to obey me, I ask you to decide what game you want to play."
"But... Sir, Mommy dear and Miss Sophia said that little babys like me should not “want” anything. I am just made to obey the grown-ups... I'm sorry Sir, please don't be mad at me Sir..." He said with tears in the eyes.
"Ok baby", I said with a soft voice, "don't cry. You're a well behaved baby."
"Thank you Sir", he said, curtseying with a little smile.
"Would you like to show me what a pretty princess you are?" I offered.
"Oh yes, please Sir!"
"Then, let's go!"
I took his hand and we went to his bedroom. I asked him to chose his favorite princess dress. He picked a pink one, with ruffled skirt, a sash and big puffy sleeves. He also took a petticoat and a camisole and pink slippers with little high-heel.. He already wore white tights and frilly pink bloomers. I helped him dressing.
"You're a beautiful princess", I complimented him.
"Thank you Sir! Sir? May I dress Betty too please?"
"Yes, that's a good idea sweety!"
"Thank you Sir!"
When he was done, I also complimented Betty and told her she was lucky to have such a nice mommy. Robin blushed and hugged me.
"Sir?"
"Yes princess?"
"I am sorry to ask you things. Mommy dear and Miss Sophia said that little babys like me should be seen and not heard..."
"Yes baby doll, but I allow you to speak now."
"Thank you Sir."
"So what do you want?"
"Well... Sir... For my birthday, Miss Sophia offered me glossy lipstick and she even taught me to put it to get pretty."
"Yes I remember sweety. Do you want to put it?"
"Oh yes, please Sir!"
He applied the candy pink gloss on his lips.
"You're now the prettiest little princess I have ever seen", I told him.
"Thank you Sir!" He run into my arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, Sir, I'm sorry, I made you a track of lipstick. Please, forgive me..."
I laugh and kissed him on the cheek too. "That's fine princess. Stop worrying. Let's get back in the living room."
I put classical music and offered him to dance. I am not a very good waltzer, but we had a lot of fun.
It was getting late, almost half past six. I decided to bend the rules by making him dinner before his bath. We set the table in the dining room, an other disobedience of rules, as he always take his meal in the kitchen and is just allowed in the dining room to clean or serve when there are guests. I lit candles and put silverware and china crockery.
I prepared a simple menu, but it was way out of his ordinary baby food: green salad, tomato pasta and chocolate cake. I sat across from him and let him feed himself. I however put him a bib to protect his dress. We sat Betty between us, in a baby chair.
"Do you like it princess?"
"Oh yes Sir! Thank you so much Sir! It's a true princess dinner Sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Don't you wish you could eat like this every day?"
"You mean, like a grown-up Sir?"
"Yes baby."
"Oh, Sir, I wish I could become a grown-up, but Miss Sophia said that a sissy like me will stay a baby forever. And baby are supposed to be feed baby food in the kitchen Sir."
"And you think she's right?"
"Oh yes Sir. Miss Sophia is always right, and Mommy dear too. She also said that I am a baby. And nobody could deny that I am a sissy, Sir."
"Why do you think you're a sissy, except that your mommy and Sophia says so?"
"Well, Sir, I believe I am a sissy because I am not a real girl, because I have my teeny-weeny willie. But I am not a real boy. I am not brave and strong like you Sir. I am a total wimp. When I was a kid, younger childs could boss me and I would never stop them. I felt I deserved to be harassed. And I still do."
"But don't you feel humiliated? For example, I'm three years younger than you and you call me Sir and obey me..."
"Mommy dear and Miss Sophia told me I have to call all superior people Madam or Miss or Mister or Sir, Sir. They said it's a shown of respect. I know it's humiliating, but they said I deserve to be humiliated to remind me my place."
"Do you blame Sophia or your mommy?"
"Oh no Sir! Thanks to them I have found my place and I am very happy with my life, Sir. I could not be responsible or live like a man, or even like an adult woman. I am so glad to be still a little baby girl, to wear beautiful dresses, to take care of my dolly and to be told what to do."
"Even when Karyn is around?"
With that, Robin shivered and swallowed in a gulp.
"Well, Sir, Miss Karyn is sometimes mean to me, but she helped Miss Sophia to make me the obedient sissy baby that I am now, so I am grateful to her. And she still helps me to remind what I am. A sissy baby should cry often, and thank to her I do. And a sissy wimp are made to amuse strong people like her."
"But you also enjoy when people are nice to you?"
"Yes Sir, that's why I love you so much Sir! At school, boys were mean to me, they teased me for being a sissy and they humiliated me. I believe they were right, of course. But when Miss Sophia came with you, I was scared at first.... Now, I wish you and Miss Sophia will stay together forever..."
He stoped, hesitated and continued. "Sir... you know I never had a daddy. You are the first man who take care of me, and who is nice, except for my teachers, but they didn't saw me with my sissy baby self. I wish you could be my daddy Sir..."
"Come here baby", I said. He got up and run to me. We hugged for long minutes.
"When we're alone, you can call me daddy if you want, I offered."
"Oh thank you Sir, but I wouldn't dare..."
"You wouldn't dare disobey your Daddy!"
"Yes Daddy! I mean, no Daddy! Sorry Daddy! I love you Daddy." We hugged again.
We finished dinner and talked about other stuffs: my studies, my early life, cartoons and books Robin loved. Then we cleared the table, and he thanked me about half a million times. I put him on the potty, gave him his bath, diapered and dressed him for the night and he did the same with Betty. I read him a story and kissed him and his dolly goodnight. He told me "I love you Daddy" about a million times.
I was watching TV and texting Sophia when a big storm came up. Thunder roared loud. I put TV on mute, and heard Robin was crying. I entered his room and smelled immediately that he had pooped his diapers.
I turned on the lights. He was shivering and holding his dolly and teddy.
"There, there baby... Daddy's here. You're really a sissy wimp are you?" I joked.
He shook the head, as he was gagged by his pacifier.
"And a stinky baby too!"
He shook his head again and I saw a timid smile behind his dummy.
I lowered his bed bars and lead him to the changing table. I untied his pacifier and mittens and undressed him.
"Thank you Daddy, I am so sorry to bother you Daddy", he said still sobbing.
"Don't worry baby, I'm here to take care of you... Somebody made a big boom-boom in his didee while thunder made boom-boom in the sky?"
"Baba sowwy Dada", he said with a baby voice.
I cleaned him and put a fresh diaper. I put his pyjama back. As I was going to throw the diaper, I approached it from his nose. "Who's a stinky poo poo face?" I laughed. He suddenly began to cry.
"Hey! Don't cry baby!" I said while throwing the diaper. "I was kidding! Daddy's sorry baby!"
"I am sorry Daddy", he said. "It's just remind me when Miss Karyn crushed my head in my didee to punish me."
I hugged him and kissed him and started to tickle him. He laughed and I continued.
"Pwwease Daddy stop! Pwwease!"
"If you want me to stop, you have to give me a kiss", I said.
But it was impossible, as I stuck him on the table. He tried to get up while blowing kisses in my direction, laughing and screaming. He cried to laugh.
Eventually, I approached my face so he give a peck on my cheek and I stoped.
"Thank you Daddy", he said still laughing... "Daddy, I am sorry, I have wee-wee when you tickled me..."
"What! You didn't asked for my permission?" I asked laughing.
"Baba sowwy Dada", he said snuggling to me.
"Then, we have another didee to change!"
While I was changing his diaper, the storm started again. He looked very frightened.
"Do you want to sleep with Daddy?" I asked.
"Oh yes please Daddy", he sobbed.
We went to Claire's room, in her double bed where she offered me to sleep. I removed my clothes, juste keeping my boxer, and settled down. I lifted the blanket and tapped the mattress to tell him to join me. He lied down by my side shyly, still trembling a little and I lower the blanket on him. I passed my arm behind his shoulder and he snuggled up to me. I gentlely caressed his hair and he put his head on my stomach. We felt asleep almost immediately.
I woke up to a smell of grilled toast and coffee. Robin was kneeling next to the bed, holding a tray.
"Hello Daddy", he said.
"Hi baby! Did you prepared breakfast?"
"Yes Daddy. As you didn't put my mittens back, I had my hand free, so I went in the kitchen and prepared your brekkie."
I sat down and tapped my knees so he would put the tray on it. As he stayed kneeling, I told him to lay next to me in the bed.
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Did you eat anything?"
"No Daddy, I wouldn't dare eat before you do Daddy."
"Did you prepare something for yourself?"
"No Daddy, I just prepared brekkie for you", he said before kissing my cheek.
"Thank you baby, I said and returned his kiss. What do you have for breakfast?"
"Mommy dear give me ba-ba, Daddy."
"Well, let's fix a ba-ba then!"
"Oh please Daddy! Stay in your bed! Baby doesn't want to disturb you while your eating!"
"Ok baby, then go to the kitchen and come back with your ba-ba!"
"Yes Daddy! Thank you Daddy!"
He ran away and came back a few minutes later, holding a baby bottle that he handed to me.
He lay again. I gave him his bottle with one hand and ate with the other. When he had finished the bottle, I was finishing a spread of bread with butter and jam. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked.
I didn't wait for his answer and just pushed the bread in his mouth.
"Thank you for yum-yum Daddy!" He kissed me and cuddled me. I felt he was agitated.
"Is your diaper clean baby?"
"Yes Daddy!"
"Good."
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Do you need your potty?"
"Yes please Daddy!"
"Do you need to wee-wee?"
"Yes Daddy, and to poo-poo too, if you allow me..."
"Of course sweetie pie!"
"Thank you Daddy!"
"Can you hold it?"
"Yes Daddy, but I have to make quicky-quicky or I may have oopsie-daisy."
"Ok, then let's go to the potty!"
"Thank you Daddy! I love you Daddy!"
Claire and Sophia returned home in the afternoon. We spend the morning playing and hugging and for lunch I had a steack and feed him vegetable purée. When they came back, he run into his mom's arms and then into Sophia's and then into her mother's.
"We had the best week-end ever Mommy dear! I wish you and Miss Sophia and Madam Sabine were there!" He told them.
We told them everything about the two days.
When we left, after a very long hug with Robin, Sophia offered me to go to her home. We went to her room. She thanked me for taking so good care of Robin and we made love.
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another lovely chapter.
i like your writing and how sissy robin starts to love his Daddy.
can´t wait to read more.
*hugs*
Michaela
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i should LOVE to read more about these boys and their ladies.
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Thank you for your encouragements Sissy Michaela and Teddy, here is the continuation.
4. When Robin became our sissy babymaid
After high school, Sophia and I went to university. We managed to stay in our town. Sophia studied business and I studied computing. We both graduated at twenty one. As a student, she worked in a clothes chain store. After graduating, she applied to become manager in a new store, specialized in baby and toddler clothes and she got the post. As I was unemployed, she hired me as an IT technician to manage the on-line sale web site and inventory control. We decided to move together and to get engaged.
This was going quite fast for young people. Many of our friends were not ready to engage in long term relationship and to enter adult life this early. But we felt like we were grown enough. Taking care of baby Robin certainly helped us to feel ready so soon.
We announced it to our families and to Claire and Robin. He jumped up and down whistling. When we put him to bed this night, he kissed us a billion times!
The same evening, Claire spoke to us during dinner.
She had just met a man and was also thinking about moving with him. He knew about her special sissy son and accepted him, but he was not very enthusiastic about taking care of him for the rest of his life.
Sophia spoke: "Claire, you take care of Robin since twenty four years. It's normal that you want time for yourself. Plus, I'm sorry to say that, but you won't be here forever. What will happen then?"
I continued: "In the other hand, we are going to move together and we don't have children yet. We work together and many of my tasks can be done from home. And as Sophia is the manager, she can organise our schedules... so we could take care of Robin if he came to live with us."
"But what if you decide to have your own children?" Asked Claire.
"Then, Robin will be a wonderful playmate for them..." I said.
"And a good little helper for us", Sophia added.
"You know it's a great responsibility?" Claire asked.
"Yes, but it's a responsibility I took when I turned him into a submissive sissy years ago", said Sophia.
"What about you Christopher? You accepted to take care of him as a baby-sitter and you did an amazing job. But living with him full-time would be a huge next level."
"Well, first of all, we just decided to pass a huge next level together with Sophia", I said. "And Robin have been a part of our relationship since the beginning. But I'll do it in one condition. I want to give him the choice to become an adult. Either he come to live with us as our “babymaid” with the obligations and advantages it involves, or we help him to live as a normal person, to find a job, to have his own house. And we have to tell him that there is no pressure. If he choose the second choice, we will still be his family and friends, we will still love him and we will still be here if he needs us."
Sophia and Claire agreed. They had no doubt about his decision...
The next day, we organised a meeting in the living room. Robin sat on the floor, facing us on the couch. I explained him the situation very slowly, explaining him that his mommy still loved him very much even if she couldn't take care full-time of him anymore. Then, I explained him the choice. I told him that we would be very happy to live with him. His life wouldn't change much, except that Sophia and I would be in charge instead of his mommy. But I told him that as he was twenty four, it was still time for him to change and to became an adult. Nobody would blame him, there would be no hard feeling. And if he showed himself unable to become a grown-up, he would still be welcome in our home.
"You can take time to think about it if you want", said Sophia.
Robin seemed very confuse. Sophia just asked him to "think" about what he "wanted". Since he was in this total submission toward her, she had ban him to use the words "want" and "think" as dollys aren't supposed to have will or personal reflection.
He thought a few seconds.
"I love you Mommy dear. And I would hate myself if I put obstacle to your happiness. Mister Perry (Philip Perry is the name of his mom's boyfriend) is a very nice man, but I understand that he doesn't want to bear a burden like me. I hope you will be very happy. I will be your little baby forever Mommy dear. Thank you for everything Mommy dear. I love you!" He started to cry and crawled to her. She cried too and they hugged and kissed for several minutes.
Then he sat down on the floor.
"Sir, I love you very much too. I considere you as my daddy, and you are the best daddy in the whole world. You have been so nice and comprehensive to me. I know you want nothing but good for me. I know you fear to force me. But I assure you that I am happy as a sissy baby."
I blew him a kiss.
"Miss Sophia, I love you so much! Thank you for making me your dolly, your sissy baby. Everything you did for me until now was good for me. And thank you for offering me to become a grown-up. But I know that you're always right. And you were right when you turned me as a baby."
She smiled at him.
"Miss Sophia, Sir, please, pretty please, may I live with you and be your babymaid?"
After this moving speech, we all had tears in the eyes. We hugged and kissed him and spend the day playing with him and discussing about our future new home.
We moved about one month later in a flat very close from the shop. We decorated Robin's room like his nursery, with pink wall and carpet and all his furniture.
We started daily life. Sophia leaves early in the morning while I wake and feed the baby. Then, he does household chores while I work on the computer. When I have to go to the store for IT service, Sophia get home to take over. If she can't, Robin come with me and wait in the back-shop.
He loves to come at the shop. For going out, he's dressed either with bermuda shorts or culotte, sailor's suit, gingham cotton poplin shirt or shirt with ruffled neckline and sleeves, mini short, knee length socks, slightly padded velvet cardigan or yellow oilskin, ballet pumps or Mary Jane shoes... All sorts of clothes that we sells in our shop, but made for his size. He also carried Betty everywhere.
Our colleagues are very nice with him. They treat him like a little kid. They show him the last clothes we received and ask which one he would like to wear. At first he was shy, but he quickly became more confidend with them.
Besides Sophia and me, the staff of the store consists of eight sellers and one needlewoman for adjustments, hems and repairs of clothes. There is one man among the sellers. Jim (or "Mister James" for Robin) is a twenty two years old man. He is openly gay and has no problem with our sissy baby, even if he has nothing in common. He's very sure of himself, he dressed elegantly but as a man. He has passion for fashion and he always thinks to outfit for Robin. He plots with Nat (or "Miss Nathalie" for Robin), our needlewoman, to make him new outfits.
We are very grateful to them, because until then, we were obliged to order expensive clothes on the internet.
Nat also taught Robin to make dresses for Betty.
At home, as I said, Robin is in charge of all household. When Sophia gets home, she inspect his work. She's tough on the slightest track of dust. When she found one, she shows it to Robin and make him apologize and beg for punishment.
In traditional families, the dad is supposed to be the severe parent and the mom is softer with the children. Not in ours. After Sophia has spanked him and put him in the corner for an hour or longer, I'm the one who comfort him and put ointment on his bottom.
He cuddle me, says "thank you Daddy, I love you Daddy" and then he goes to Sophia, kneel and says "Thank you for punishing me Miss Sophia. Thank you so much for helping me to improve my work. I promise I will do my best. Please forgive me Miss Sophia. Please forgive me for being a dirty naughty sissy. Please, I love you so much Miss Sophia! Thank you for spanking my botty, I deserved it a lot!"
She always answers "you're welcome sissy. I forgive you. But I want you to be more careful next time."
"Thank you Miss Sophia! I promises I will!"
Then, she allows him to hug, she kiss him and she tells him "I love you too baby".
After one year, we decided to get married. We didn't organise a huge party, but still we invited our families, a few friends and colleagues.
Karyn was Sophia's maid of honor. She wore a pretty dress and teased Robin for not being allowed to wear grown-up clothes.
Robin was our ring bearer. He was dressed all in white, his blouse was made like a top of smocked dress, with lace on the collar and sleeves. He had shorts with suspenders, low-fronted shoes and white silk stocking. Exceptionally he didn't wore a diaper.
I had explained my friends and family that he was the bit retarded and effeminate cousin of Sophia. Only a few people would have understand, and certainly not my dad or most of the men of my family. But they all found him cute and they told us that we were very brave and nice to take care of him.
Nevertheless, many other guests knew the truth. For the dinner, Robin was at a children's table, with Sophia's cousins. There were seven boys and girls, aged from six to nine, and him, being twenty five and dressed like the younger of them. They were briefed by Karyn who organised a contest: the first kid who would make the sissy cry would win a price.
First, they laughed at him, teased him, called him a "sissy", a "faggot", a "crybaby", etc. Then, they asked him why he didn't had a diaper and forced him to drink a lot of water until he had a urgent need to pee. Of course, they forbid him to go to the toilets. Then, they removed his flatware and made eat like a dog. They pushed his head in his plate, so he was covered with food. Fortunately, he wore a bib to protect his blouse. They didn't stop to pinch him, to cuff him across the head, to tickle him, to press his bladder...
An eight years old boy threatened him to push his fork in his thigh.
"Please Mister Vincent", he pleaded, "don't make me boo-boo".
Kids exploded to laugh.
A seven years old girl threatened him to spill her plate on his shorts.
"Please Miss Cindy, don't spill your yum-yum on my shorties, it will make them yucky."
The laughter continued.
A six years old girl stole Betty from his arms. She made fun of him by imitating him cuddling her.
"Please Miss Doreen, may I have my dolly back?"
Vincent, the eight years old boy, took the dolly and tried to rip her head off.
Robin began to cry.
The boy raised arms in sign of victory and launched the doll. Robin threw himself on the ground. He cuddled his dolly, which was intact, but he continued to cry.
His mom came to him.
"I think baby is tired", she said. "It's time for beddy-bye!"
Robin nodded.
She made him stand. There, she saw that he had wet himself.
"What happened baby?" Asked Cindy, the seven years old girl at the table.
"I wee-wee myself Miss Cindy", he answered.
The kids burst out laughing and triumphed.
Claire made him thank each one of them for the fun evening and say "nighty night Miss Cindy, nighty night Miss Doreen, nighty night Mister Vincent..."
Finally, she took him to his hotel room. I slip away and joined them.
"I'm sorry Sir for the trouble I made at the dinner."
"Don't be sorry sweety. You were a brave little baby, and a good mommy for protecting Betty. I'm proud of you."
I kissed him on the forehead and we hugged. Then he hugged Claire and we got back to the dinner.
I gave a mean look to the kids. They feared a moment that adults would punish them. But later that night, Karyn kept her promise and gave Vincent a bag of candies.
Sophia noticed that I was pissed off. She agreed that Karyn may have went too far. But she reminded me that Robin had chose this life, including this kind of humiliations. And that he loved when I comforted him.
We went on honey moon for two weeks. Robin stayed with Claire and Phil. We called him every day. He always told us that he enjoyed himself with "Mommy dear and Mister Perry".
After this holidays, we returned to daily life. But not for long: Sophia was pregnant!
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5. When we became an happy family
The day Sophia gave birth to Alicia was the best day of our lives. Before that, we had told Robin that we would still love him very much, that he would still be our baby. But he would have to help us more in the house and he would receive less attention from us.
It was also clear that his room would now be "Miss Alicia's room" and he would be there only as a guest.
After Sophia and Alicia came home, we told Robin that, in order to simplify our life, he would have to constrain by the rhythms of the true baby:
- They would be fed in the same time. When Alicia would be first breast-fed, Robin would have formula in a bottle and a bit of baby food. When Alicia would start porridge and solid food, Robin would have the same, of course in bigger quantities.
- They would be put in bed in the same time, except if Robin had household chores to do. He would made them during Alicia's nap time. When it would be over, he would be put in bed too. If he had chores that could interfere her sleep (like vacuum or cleaning her room), he would do them when she would be in the playpen and he'd join her when task would be done.
- They would have diaper change in the same time. Alicia would be change whenever she need and we'd change Robin's diaper at the same time, no matter he would be wet or dirty or not. So he'd have to adapt himself to her rhythms for that too.
He loves her very much and he loves to play with her, to kiss her and to imitate her. He was so cute doing baby noises, that we told him to always express himself as a baby, at least until she would learn to speak.
When we get out for a walk, she was put in her pram and we bought Robin a baby harness. People in our neighbourhood were used to see him in his little boy's clothes, holding hand to Sophia or me and carrying his dolly, so they weren't too amazed when they saw this.
When Alicia was one years old, Robin may had the hope of returning to speak and solid food. But he knew that he would be again demoted in newborn's status when we told him that Sophia was pregnant again!
Dani's birth was the equally best day of our lives! Thanks to Robin, Alicia wasn't a jealous big sister, as she was already used to share her baby status with an other one. She's a nice and protective big sister toward Dani and sissy Robin.
Robin is a good baby and obeys his big sister as he soon will to "Mister Dani".
When Alicia turned five, we authorized her to spank Robin. She started at her birthday by giving him five spanks, and plus "one to make you grow" in front of all the giggling family.
She also helped us to change him, feed him and put him to bed, while Sophia or I took care of Dani.
She always made fun of Robin because she was not in diapers since almost two years, she could eat by herself and she get to bed later than him.
But she also sang bed songs for him and he would tell her "gagogoo gagagiga", which I believe meant "I love you Miss Alicia".
Since Dani begins to speak, we allows Robin to speak again. It means that he now have to ask permission to go on his potty, like he uses before the childs were born. And Alicia is in charge of giving him authorization... or not!
She loves when she had made him drink several bottles and watch him squirm and do the "potty dance". If he fails to wait for her authorization, she punishes him with spanking, corner time or by refusing to change him until the next day.
We never interfere in her authority, as we want her to be a selfconfident girl.
But we also wants her to be a compassionate kid.
Sometimes, she make bad things and she accuse Robin to make him punish. One day, she broke a glass. She called me and said that Robin did it. She was clearly lying, as Robin was in the playpen with Dani and the broken glass was near a table that he couldn't reach.
So I asked Robin "is it true Robin?"
He was near tears, as he didn't wanted to lie to me, but neither did he wanted to contradict Alicia. He stammered.
"Robin, is it true or not?" I asked with a stern voice.
He began to cry.
"Well, I'm going to have to punish you", I said.
I put him on my knees, pulled down his panties and diapers and started to spank him.
He cried and shouted with pain.
I continued until Alicia told me "stop Daddy! I broke the glass!"
I put Robin in the playpen and took Alicia in her room, as I didn't wanted to scold her in front of him.
I explained her that being in charge meant to tell the truth and not accuse Robin for her faults. She cried and apologized.
Then, we returned in the living room. She hugged Robin and kissed him and apologized.
He answered "Thank you Miss Alicia. I love you Miss Alicia." And he returned her kisses.
Since this episod, she's way nicer to him, and she's wiser too. A simple threat to punish Robin is enough to make her admit her faults and change her behaviour. So, until now, Sophia and me never had to punish her.
Robin is aware of his role and he cooperates meekly.
Of course, she also loves when her aunty Karyn comes and teach her pranks to do to Robin, like to pour itching powder in his clothes, salt in his bottle or spicy sauce in his diaper, to put bitter varnish on his dummy and make him suc-k it without grimace or to make him drink laxative and denied him the right to "poo-poo". Karyn also taught her new punishments, like to rap Robin's knuckles with a wooden rules, give him corner time barelegged, kneeling on a doormat, holding a coin with his nose, to spank him with a strap, ping-pong paddle, hairbrush or belt...
Karyn gave to Alicia her doll Gwendolyn. Now, Robin have to curtsey and kiss her feet every time he passes in front of her, which means several times a day, and to invent humiliating forfeit for himself.
For his first selfhumiliation in front of Alicia, he obliged himself to smell Dani's potty after Dani had used it. Then, he cleaned it and asked to have his lunch served in it, as it was "Miss Gwendolyn command". Since then, he is in charge of cleaning Dani's potty and often takes his meal in it. I can tell that he makes his potty cleaning work very carefully!
He waits at Alicia's hand and foot. She only have to snap her finger and he comes to her, he curtseys and asks "May I fetch you something Miss Alicia?" Then, she orders him a glass of orange juice or anything she wants. Sometimes, she sends him back to the kitchen several times because the juice is too much or not cold enough. He just says "Please forgive me Miss Alicia" and run to the kitchen as many times as needed, trembling for fear of a punishment.
When she is finally satisfy, she just dismiss him with a hand gesture and says "go back to your chores."
He curtseys and says "thank you Miss Alicia."
But in the other hand, she defends him. When Claire and Phil got married, Alicia and Robin were at the same children's table with other kids. He wore white rompers with puffed sleeves, double-button closures in the back, a pink ribbon tied around his neck, a pink silk sash around the waist, socks with lace ruffles and white sandals with pink bows on the top. Despite the sash, you could clearly guess his thick nappy. His doll wore a beautiful bridesmaid dress, that he had sewed himself, with Nat's help. The kids teased him unmercifully for his baby outfits, his didee, his baby talks, his dolly...
They wanted to make him cry, like their elder cousins, brothers or sisters had at our wedding. But this time, Alicia stood for him. She was not six yet, but she was confident enough to keep quiet even the older ones by threatening to call me. Some children lost interest in Robin. Some others offered to feed him and to play with him nicely. They were only girls except for one ten years old boy, Martin. He is the son of Niina, a distant cousin of Claire. After the meal, he made Robin sing nursery rhymes. He sang with him and clapped him at the end.
He asked him questions about his doll and was very impressed by the dress Robin had sewed.
Robin was very proud that a big boy took interest in him.
When he started to squirm, Martin asked him "what happens baby?"
"I need to wee-wee please Mister Martin", he answered.
"You can use your didee baby", said Alicia.
"Thank you Miss Alicia".
Martin looked at him smiling.
"Is baby relieved now he has made a big wee-wee in his didee?"
"Yes Mister Martin, thank you Mister Martin."
Martin asked Alicia "Shouldn't we change his diaper?"
"My mommy and daddy do it..." she answered.
"Then, let's go to them!"
They came to us and Martin said "Missis Sophia, Mister Christopher, baby have wet his diaper. May we change him please?"
"You can call us aunt and uncle", said Sophia, even if we are not really family related.
"Thank you aunty Sophia", answered Martin. "May I change the baby's diaper, pretty please?"
"Do you know how to change a diaper?" I asked.
"Well, uncle Christopher, I never did it, but I love babies, so I often look at mommies changing theirs. And I also observed how baby Robin changed Betty's didee."
"So you would like to try?" I asked.
"Oh yes, pretty please, uncle Christopher! I would love to!"
"Do you agree?" asked Sophia to his parents, Niina and Jack.
"Please, pretty please Mommy and Daddy, may I?" asked Martin.
Jack seemed a bit bothered by his kid's idea, but he shrugged. Niina said "Ok Martin, but you have to be careful.
"Thank you Mommy!" he said enthusiastically and he kissed her on the cheek. He added softly "Thank you Daddy".
"I'll come with you and let you change Robin." I said. "I'll watch just in case."
"Thank you uncle Christopher!" he said with joy, and he hugged me.
I took a blanket, diapers, wipes and lotions and we went in the bathroom with Robin, Alicia and Martin. I rolled the cover on the ground, undressed Robin and he laid down. Martin untied his diaper and cleaned him carefully. He spread the cream and lotion. All the time, he smiled and talked to Robin with baby talk. He took a fresh diaper and put it minutely. When he was satisfied, he looked at me.
"That's a good job Martin", I said.
"Thank you uncle Christopher! And thank you baby Robin!"
He kissed Robin's cheeks and hugged me again.
Martin spend the rest of the day playing with Alicia, Robin and other little girls.
When it was time to leave, Alicia went to Martin's parents and asked "Can we can invite Martin at home?"
"Well..." said Jack, "I'm not sure that a ten years old boy would love to spend a day with a five years old girl and a... big baby."
"But I'm almost six and me and Martin are very good friends!" she exclaimed.
"Please, pretty please Daddy", said Martin. "I would love to play with Alicia and Robin again..."
"Of course sweety" intervened Niina. "If your uncle and aunty agree..."
"Please Mommy, please Daddy, say yes!" Interrupted Alicia.
"That's a deal!" I conclude. I looked at Martin and said: "We'll call your parents next week to arrange a day."
Martin jumped in my arms. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Thank you so much uncle Christopher!" He hugged and kissed Sophia "And thank you aunty Sophia!" He hugged Alicia a long time and they gave each other a kiss. He hugged Robin and whispered, but not low enough so I heard him "At school, kids also call me a sissy. I wish I had a pretty dolly and pretty clothes like you." They kissed each other and everybody left.
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6. When an other boy became a sissy
We invited Niina, Jack and Martin a few weeks later. Alicia was very excited. She had planned a lot of activities: tea party with all dolls and cuddly toys (hers and those of Robin and Dani), board games, sing nursery rhymes... She had found old Robin's clothes at Claire and she had borrow them in ordre to dress Martin.
"Darling", I told her, "you can't plan to dress Martin with Robin's dresses!"
"But why Daddy? He's a sissy just like Robin! Mommy did the same when she was a kid!"
"Maybe, but aunty Claire agreed with this, and she's Robin's mommy. What if uncle Jack and aunty Niina don't want Martin to dress like a girl?"
"Ok, I'll ask them first..."
"No sweety. You will play with Martin while Mommy and I talk with Martin's parents. And only then, we'll tell you if you can propose him to play dress up. Ok Alicia?"
"Well... Ok Daddy", she answered apparently disappointed.
Martin was very enthusiastic, seen the way he greeted us. While Alicia took him by the hand and led him to her room, we sat in the living room with his parents. Dani stayed with us, playing with his blocks and construction toys.
"I won't beat about the bush", said Niina. "Many people among the family and our friends thinks that Martin is a sissy boy. I love Martin more than anything and I want him to be happy. And I never saw him happyer than at the wedding, when he played with the little girls and Robin. This last days, he was all excited by the perspective of today. He didn't complained about school and other kids teasing and bullying him like he usually does. He confessed me that he wished he was treated like a little girl. He wants to play with a doll and to wear dresses like Alicia and Robin. But he also wants his daddy to be happy. And so he won't do anything of that as long as Jack won't agree."
"I love my son too", Jack cut. "And I too wants him to be happy. I know he's not a tough kid. I know he might be gay or something. But I won't let him be treated like a baby girl, not now and certainly not when he will be twenty or thirty years old!"
There was a hushed silence.
"Chris", Jack continued, "You have a son too. What if he become a sissy? Would you like him to be like Robin?"
"Of course not Jack", I answered, looking at Dani playing with his blocks. "I hope he'll be like me. I hope we'll play football and watch games together, and maybe with Alicia too. But I love Robin like my own son. And I know he's happy with his situation. So if Dani has to be like him, so be it."
"Sorry if I'm rude", said Jack, "I can believe that Robin is happy. But you can't tell that this is a sane situation! He's a thirty years old man treated like a baby girl!"
"I know it's hard to admit Jack. But this is perfectly sane. Some people are just made like that..."
"Nobody says that Martin is exactly like Robin", interrupted Sophia. "He's an effeminate kid, that's a fact. He loves to play with younger girls, he wants to play with dolls and cross-dress. He's very cute, polite, soft and affectionate. Doesn't he still calls you “Mommy” and “Daddy”? But this doesn't mean that he will stay at this stage for the rest of his life, or that he's a submissive kid like Robin. You must just let him do and see where it leads."
Jack was puzzled. We called the children. Alicia, Robin and Martin came in the living room. Martin was holding a Barbie doll.
"Look Mommy", he said with a big smile, "I dressed and combed her. Alicia taught me..."
"That's sweet", Niina answered. "Now sit, we need to talk."
Alicia and he sat on an armchair, Robin sat on the floor.
"Now, sweety, tell us what you told me the other night", asked Niina.
"You mean... In front of Daddy?" asked Martin.
"Yes sweety".
"Daddy... Please don't hate me..." he said sobbing. "You know I don't like boys activities. I don't like violent games or football or getting dirty like the other. You know my only friends are girls... and books. And my best friend is Alicia. I love playing with her. I would love to be like her. I would love to take care of a baby doll, to play dress-up, to wear nice clothes..."
"I don't hate you Martin", said his dad. "You're my only son. I want you to be happy and nothing else. But what do you call “nice clothes”?"
"I mean dresses Daddy. I dream of wearing princess dresses..."
"And do you dream of being a little girl?" he asked nicely.
"Not exactly Daddy... I think it would be more simple if I was a girl. I could play and dress as I want and nobody would laugh of me... But I don't absolutely want to dress as a girl all the time. Just when I play at home or with my friends. I don't care about wearing trousers to school or when I go out... As long as I am dressed nicely."
"Would you like to dress-up now honey?" asked Jack.
"Oh yes Daddy, I would love that! Daddy...? You never called me “honey”..." he said with tears in the eyes.
"I know honey. But you like it, don't you?"
"Yes Daddy!" he exclaimed. He ran in his father's arms. They hugged and kissed.
"Come on Martin!", called Alicia, "I have plenty of dresses for you to try!"
"Can we go Daddy?" asked Martin, still embracing his dad.
"Yes, you can."
"Thank you Daddy!" said Martin, giving him a last kiss on the cheek.
"You stay here baby", said Sophia to Robin, as he was getting up. He sat down immediately and said "Yes Miss Sophia."
"What do you think of Martin", she asked when the kids had left.
"Mister Martin is very nice and sweet, Miss Sophia", he answered.
"Do you believe he is a sissy like you?"
"I don't know, Miss Sophia. He sure is not like other boys. Like me, he loves dresses and dollies. He looks more like me than like Mister Dani..." he said, pointing Dani who enjoyed destroying his block constructions while imitating sound of explosions. "But he's more sure of himself than me at his age."
"Do you believe that Miss Alicia acts with him like I used to act with you when I was a child?"
"She reminds to me of you Miss Sophia. But she doesn't need to boss him like you had to do for me, Miss Sophia: he takes initiatives by himself."
"Do you imagine Martin in ten or twenty years being treated as a sissy baby like you?"
"I don't Miss Sophia. I believe Mister Martin is too mature to be treated as a baby full-time. I picture him growing up and become a nice personn who take care of little ones."
"Do you mean like me or Mister Christopher, or like his parents?"
"Not like you Miss Sophia, or like Daddy... I mean Mister Christopher. Neither like Miss Niina or Mister Jack. I can't picture him being as strong and confident as you. But neither is he a submissive baby like me."
"Are you reassured Jack?" asked Sophia.
"This is not exactly the feeling I have", said Jack "but yes, I guess I am."
Alicia burst in the living room and announced "ladys and gentlemen, please welcome the famous ballerina Martine!" (she insisted on the "e").
Martin followed her. He wore a bright pink leotard, a large pink tutu, pink tights, pink ballet slippers, pink lipsticks and red blush. He smiled, did a curtsey and a twirl. I don't know if he had practicing or if he just was a natural, but he was very convincing as a ballerina.
Niina opened her arms, he ran to her and they hugged. He looked at his dad. "I'm sorry to be like that Daddy..."
"You don't have to be sorry sweetheart. You're very pretty."
"Thank you Daddy!"
Jack joined the hug. Martin whispered "I love you Mommy and Daddy. You're the best mommy and daddy ever..."
Dani lost interest in his toys and looked at him. He roared with laughter. He was used to see Robin dressed as a little girl and wasn't aware of the unusualness of his status. But being almost four years old, he could understand that Martin was a boy dressed as a girl and that it was a funny situation.
"See sweety?" said Jack "this is the kind of situation I want you to avoid."
"I know Daddy. That's why I don't want to get out dressed like that. But you know... kids don't needs to see me dressed as a sissy ballerina to make fun of me."
Dani returned to his toys and the kids returned to their room. Martin tried all the outfits Alicia had picked at her great-aunt's house. But he definitely loved the ballerina above all.
When they left at the end of the day, Alicia asked to the parents "Can Martin come to my birthday in two weeks?"
"Yes of course! If he wants to", said Niina.
"Oh yes Mommy please!" exclaimed Martin, who had sadly returned to his boy clothes but took with him his ballerina outfit.
"Will he can stay for the night?" she asked excited.
"We'll see..." answered Jack.
Martin's parents called us during the following week to organize the week-end. Martin would be dressed like a little girl and stay for the slumber party.
Martin arrived dressed in a pink Disney princess-style frock. He carried a present wrapped in a pink paper, a pink barbie sleeping bag under his arm and he cuddled a doll with the other.
"Mommy bought me the present, the frock and the sleeping bag", he explained us. "And Daddy bought me the dolly. He surprised me last week when he came back from work. I have named her Marian, like Robinhood lover... even if little Robin here is more a princess than an outlawed!" Robin indeed wore a quite similar dress, his petticoat had lot of layers so you could see his diaper easily. We all laughed, especially Robin who greeted Martin and Marian with a curtsey and a kiss.
Alicia's guests arrived. There were five girls, all from her school. She introduced her parents, her baby brother Dani, her "sissy baby" Robin and her "sissy friend Martine". We knew all the kids parents. Some of them were our friends and all of them knew, with more or less details, about Robin.
Some of the girls started to speak baby-talk and to fuss with him while others took interest in Martin. Three of them surrounded him.
"Hi, I'm Susan!" one of them said. "Why do you wear a dress? Are you a sissy?"
"Hello Susan, I am Martin. Yes, I guess I am a sissy, because I love pretty dresses..."
"Do you wear girly panties too?" asked Andrea, an other guest. She didn't wait the answer to lift his dress. "Look everyone! What a cute pair of girly panties! That make you a pantywaist?" she asked.
"Hum... Yes I guess... I am a pantywaist Andrea..."
"How old are you?" asked the third girl, Mary.
"I am ten years old, Mary..."
"And you still play with a dolly?! My sister is nine and she doesn't have a doll anymore. And I am six and I play with it only very rarely!"
Andrea, still holding the dress, slapped his bottom.
"Hey! I told you you have cute panties! Aren't you going to thank me?"
"Thank you Andrea" he said.
"Nice girly-girls curtseys when they thank people for a compliment!" she pointed as she dropped his dress hem.
"Thank you Andrea", he said with a curtsey.
They all burst out of laugh.
I intervened. "Kids, you're not here to make fun of Martin. You play nice with him or I call your parents and the party will be over for you."
They apologized and went to play with the other girls.
"Thank you uncle Christopher", Martin told me. "But they didn't bothered me. I am glad to be here and I wouldn't want to ruin the party."
They played various traditional games like Duck, duck, goose, Musical chairs, Pass the present, Pin the tail on the donkey, Simon says... It was very nice, even if I couldn't say that Martin was left alone by the girls. They lifted his dress in every occasion, they arranged to make him lose the games and made him pay forfeits, like dancing, singing nursery rhymes, stand on one leg, walk on all four... They also targeted Robin and gave him similar orders.
At tea time, we put a bib to Robin.
"Shouldn't Martine wear a bib too?" asked Kelly, an other guest. "He's a sissy as well!"
"That won't be necessary, but I can still call your parents if you don't stop your rudeness", I answered.
But Martin looked at me with sad eyes and begged: "Uncle Christopher, I believe it would be more safe if I wore a bib. I wouldn't want to ruin my pretty frock... please?"
Alicia chosed a bib with embroidered words "Sissy princess" and Sophia tied it to Martin.
Alicia distributed plates with the pieces of cream cake to everybody. When it was Martin's turn, she carried the plate by the bottom, she approached it from Martin's face and she started pieing him.
As soon as he had checked that his dress was well protected, he joined the girls in roars before Sophia or I could say anything.
We looked at each other and decided to let them do.
"Oh! Baby Martine can't feed herself without making a mess!" said Susan. "Let me help you!" She wiped him with a paper towel and voluntarily spread the cream all over his face, then she fed him like a baby. Martin seemed to enjoy.
They didn't let him clean himself before gift time. He gave Alicia a kit of jewels manufacturing, a present she dreamed about.
"Ok, now I have my present and as I like it, you can go clean your face", she said.
"Let me clean him!" exclaimed Kimmy, the fifth guest. She took him to the bathroom and washed him with baby wipes. She saw a pink dummy laying and pushed it in Martin's mouth.
"Baby is all clean!" she announced when she came back with him. "Does baba want to join the other baby in the playpen?"
"Sorry, but it's baby Robin bath time", said Sophia.
All the girls and Martin volunteered to bath Robin and to prepare him for the night.
Under our supervision, Kimmy bathed him (she gave him a shampoo and rinsed him, then I rubbed him with soap), Kelly put his diaper (she closed and taped the diaper, after I had spread the lotions), Mary closed his pajama buttons (after Sophia had put him in), Andrea fed him his vegetable purée and finally, as Martin had been put away of all the fun, I picked him to give Robin his bottle.
He sat on the couch and Robin laid down and put his head on his legs. Martin tenderly caressed his hair, made him burp and kissed him on the forehead.
"Does sissy Martine want ba-ba too?" asked Alicia.
"Yeth pwease, fiffy wou'd 'ike ba-ba!" answered Martin cheerfully.
She took his place and made him drink a bottle of sugar water.
We all went to the kid's room to put Robin in bed.
"Nighty night Miss Sophia, nighty night Mister Christopher, nighty night Mister Dani, nighty night Miss Alicia, nighty night Miss Mary, nighty night Miss Andrea, nighty night Miss Susan, nighty night Miss Kelly, nighty night Miss Kimmy, nighty night Mister Martin!" he said after each kissed him.
The kids went to the living room while Sophia and I fed Dani. I heard Martin talk to Alicia.
"I would like Robin to call me simply Martin. I don't feel like a “Mister”... Or even a “Miss”."
"Ok. But if he does, that make you a sissy like him. That means that you'll have to call me “Miss Alicia”, and Dani “Mister Dani”... And all my friends “Miss...” Is that what you want Martin?"
"Yes, please, Miss Alicia!"
I took a look and saw him kneeling in front of her, head lowered, curtseying.
"Please, Miss Alicia, may I be your sissy?"
"Will you do everything I tell you, like a good little sissy?"
"Yes Miss Alicia, I will obey you, like a good little sissy."
"Thus, do something funny!"
"Yes Miss Alicia!"
He thought a few seconds and started to walk on all four.
"No! Do something funny but that you haven't done yet today!" she commanded.
"Yes Miss Alicia. Sorry Miss Alicia."
He stood up and started to twirl while singing, on the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"
"I am a little sissy,
And I love to dress pretty.
I adore my pinky panty
And my fwock and all my tighty
I am a little sissy,
And I love to dwess pwetty."
The girls giggled. He finished with a curtsey.
"Continue sissy!" ordered Alicia.
"I love Mistress Alicia,
She is grown, I'm a baba,
She gave me wawa in ba-ba
Like my nice dada and mama
I love Mistress Alicia,
Goo goo goo goo goo ga ga."
"Sing and dance again!" said Alicia.
"Marian is my dolly,
And I am her nice mommy.
I give her pink dress and binkie,
Her din-din and all her drinky
Marian is my dolly,
And I am her nice mommy."
"Don't stop!" she said laughing.
"Miss Susan, Miss Andrea
Miss Kimmy, Miss Alicia
Miss Mary and Missis Kelly
They are all very nice ladys
I am their little sissy,
Cause I'm a tiny baby."
They could no more laugh! "Ok, stop it!"
"Yes Miss Alicia", he said with a new curtsey.
"You have made something very funny!"
"Thank you Miss Alicia."
Even Dani was laughing a lot, and he still was when we put him to bed.
The girls wanted Martin to serve us during dinner and to eat after, but Sophia and I refused, so he joined us at the table. But girls decided to feed him and made him said "thank you Miss..." after every spoon.
After meal, they played Truth or dare. They asked him embarrassing questions like "what other kids calls you at school?", "don't you feel ridiculous to be a dressed like a little girl?", "don't you feel ashamed to call us “Miss.”?", "tell us about the cutest boy in your class!", "do you have a crush on him? Would you like to kiss him?", "what would he do if he knew? Do you think he would beat you?"
The dares were hard too. "Sing your song again!", "kiss Miss Kelly's bottom!", "kiss Miss Mary's feet!", "suc-k your thumb!", "crawl like a baby!", "from now, you can't use the toilets, we're going to diaper you and you'll have to use your didee!"
I tried to interrupt them, but Martin told me "pretty please uncle Christopher! Let me do what they tells me! We're having fun! And I would love to be a good sissy baby just for tonight!"
They made sure he wet his nappy by giving him a baby bottle each. They changed him before going to sleep and put him in an Alicia's babydoll that was too small and didn't cover his diaper. They ironically complimented his Barbie sleeping bag, he sincerely thanked them.
I suspect that they used an old trick by dipping his finger into water during the night. However, he was wet in the morning.
He had the same "brekkie" as Robin, who was disturbed when he learned that he would have to refer to Martin as just "Martine" now.
He finally was allowed to put back his dress and panties.
When Jack came to pick him up, he heard Martin saying "bye-bye Miss Alicia, thank you for everything Miss Alicia!"
I looked at him a bit scared of his reaction.
He looked at me with a sad smile and shrugged.
Epilogue (for now?)
At his home, Martin isn't treated like a baby and he doesn't dress like a girl everyday, although he carries Marian all the time and sleeps with her.
He's very close to his mommy. They spend time together in activities like baking, giving each other manucures and pedicures, reading fashion or gossip magazines, visit museums, go to the movies to watch romantic comedy films...
Jack doesn't take part in these activities, but they have their special father-son moments. Every evening, after dinner, they cuddle until Martin's bedtime and his daddy put him to bed. He says "sweet dreams honey" and kisses him on the forehead.
Martin is regularly invited at our home. We watch to prevent abuses from Alicia, and now from Dani too. He still found very funny to see Martin dressed as a little girl, and even a baby. He calls him "sissy" and give him lots of orders: "I want apple juice!" or "Bring me my toys!" and even "pee in your didee!". Martin always answers: "Yes Mister Dani".
Alicia have fun in giving him contradictory orders like "don't pee!"
Poor Martin is caught in a vise and whatever he does, he ends with a punishment.
Martin's presence is kind of a release for Robin, as he has to endure the kids whims everyday.
We tells Dani that if he wants to have fun with the sissies, he must be gentle with them. So he has to help us to feed them and to hug and kiss them goodnight.
The two sissies spend many time together, taking care of each other, compliment their outfits and their dollie's hairstyle or dresses.
Martin acts like a submissive baby with Alicia and Dani, especially since he wear diaper and go to beddy-bye sooner than them. But with Robin, he acts more like a big sister. He makes him play like a baby and speaks to him gently. He tells him about fashion, the movies that he saw with his mommy, the "handsome" actors or singers he likes...
Alicia is aware of this difference. She gave Martin small privileges, like the right to use toiletts for "number two" or to watch TV shows with her. And while it's clear to her that Robin will stay a baby forever, she often says to Martin "You'll see when you grow up". They talks about their future, when they will be adults and married to "handsome men", even if Alicia sees herself as an independant women with a good job (teacher, doctor, veterinarian, explorer...) and Martin as an housewife who does household chores and obey her husband!
As for us, we became close friends to Niina and Jack. They are grateful to us for having helped their son to go out and to bloom. We invite each other often, we go out to play golf or to the restaurant, leaving the children at Claire or Sabine. We plan to go on holidays together, with the children.
I guess this is going to be great!
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The story is ended for the moment. I could pursue it, either on Robin's life with his family, or on Martin's life (a kind of " spin off "!). Tell me if it could be interesting and do not hesitate to make suggestions.
Thank you for having read,
Sissy 29000
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Really, it is the most beautiful story in my opinion - I enjoyed it very much.