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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on Yesterday at 04:20:12 PM »
Part 6
Jamie sat back down beside his mother with great consternation as all the ladies began discussing their current book. It was something (incredibly boring to him) about two middle-aged women who took a trip to Europe together. The two shared countless empathetic and empowering moments with each other on their journey, and they also consumed copious amounts of wine along the way. Jamie fidgeted restlessly in his seat until he eventually saw Daphne usher Bobby out toward the kitchen… presumably to get the snacks. Jamie was beside himself. All the stuff the ladies were talking about was tedious, but he was still so nervous and uneasy due to the afternoon’s events. He fidgeted noisily in his seat until his mother shushed him with a finger to her lips.
Soon, Bobby and Daphne reappeared with trays of snacks. Daphne put her tray down on a side table and then went over to Mrs. Green and whispered in her ear. Bobby put his tray down as well and stood skittishly next to the table, holding the sides of his skirt with his lace-gloved hands.
Despite Jamie’s unease, he was inexplicably captivated by the spectacle of Bobby’s petticoating. He couldn’t help himself! It seemed to Jamie that every little movement Bobby made caused his puffy skirt to bounce up and down. Unable to look away, Jamie was mesmerized watching Bobby’s dress flit and flutter so girlishly. Jamie suddenly realized with chagrin that he was stiff “down there” and began to fidget even more. He felt so jumpy and anxious as he felt his face warming again! Then he was abruptly snapped out of his daydreaming.
“Excellent idea, Daphne” Mrs. Green said to her daughter. Mrs. Green called over to Jamie’s mother, “Susan, do you suppose Jamie would mind helping Bobby serve the refreshments? He could pour the tea.”
“Of course, he’ll be happy to help!” Susan immediately replied. “He can’t seem to keep still anyway!” Reaching into her purse she added, “and now I know what to do with this other set of gloves! There were two sets in the package!”
In short order, she directed her son, “stand up and put out your hands dear!” She added quickly, “if you’re going to serve the ladies today, then it’s better you wear gloves as well.” In no time, Jamie was horrified to find himself wearing an identical pair of the prissy lace gloves that Bobby was wearing. He felt like such a sissy… he couldn’t even imagine what Bobby must be feeling. The tingling in his pants got more pronounced!
Then, Mrs. Green insisted that Bobby return the favor and tie Jamie’s ribbons for him. Grimacing, Jamie held out his hands while his charmingly frocked classmate secured the ribbons into cute little white bows. Jamie felt so strange as Bobby tied the ribbons on his gloves. Inevitably, Bobby’s springy skirt brushed Jamie repeatedly as his petticoated classmate fashioned the charming little bows around his wrists. As Bobby carefully knotted the ribbons, Jamie’s tension grew greater still. The little tent in his pants started to show!
Jamie’s pulse accelerated, and he was almost in a daze as he stared ruefully at his girly lace gloves. The intricate floral pattern in the lace looked so foreign and feminine on his hands. Then Daphne spoke up behind him, “you should wear this too Jamie!” Before he realized what was happening, Daphne dropped a white apron over his head and began tying it snugly around his waist. “I was going to dress Bobby in this, but I just couldn’t bear to cover up his precious outfit.” As Daphne meticulously straightened his apron, it was obvious she had noticed his little protuberance. “You, on the other hand, seem like you could use some covering up down there!” Giggling out loud as she finished, “well don’t you just look darling!” She shot a knowing look at Jamie, and then she called teasingly to her brother, “I think Jamie likes your dress, Bobby!”
Humiliated, Jamie looked down to see that Daphne had put him into a very frilly white apron. It had elaborate lace detailing with adorable baby blue trim. The ruffled straps fluttered gaily over his shoulders, and the whole thing felt so girlish. The worst thing was that his fluffy new apron only served to exacerbate his little “situation.”
Meanwhile, his mother beamed as she examined her son in his delicate lace gloves, frilly apron, and sweet pink lip gloss. His cute little bowtie looked almost feminine now that it was framed so prettily by his apron straps! It was amazing what a few little touches did to sweeten his appearance.
Under Daphne’s watchful eye, the pair of blushing boys in their matching outfits began serving the tea and finger sandwiches. While the ladies discussed their book, the boys meekly moved from table to table. At each table, Bobby had to bring over the little plates of sandwiches resting on white paper doilies. One by one, the petticoated teenager carefully placed the small plates on each table. Then, he stepped back demurely and concluded the presentation with another charming little curtsey. It was obvious he had practiced his little routine.
Next, Jamie would follow and pour tea for all the ladies to drink. Jamie was very conscious of the stretchy feel of his lacy gloves and the poofiness of his apron. The two boys couldn’t help but brush repeatedly against each other as they moved around in such close proximity. This ensured Jamie stayed in a constant state of bother as he served the tea. Poor Bobby, meanwhile, was in a perpetual battle to keep from showing his panties, and the layers of his skirt rustled ceaselessly with every little movement.
All the ladies seemed to light up as these formerly misbehaving boys made their little stop at each table. To the boys’ chagrin, more than one remarked that they made such a “cute little couple!”
When they were done serving, Daphne had the boys sit back down with their mothers. Since Susan and Diane were at the same table now, the boys sat next to each other in between their mothers. Their chairs were so close together that Bobby’s voluminous party dress practically overflowed onto Jamie’s lap as well, brushing him repeatedly in the most unnerving way. Jamie could only imagine how the multiple layers of tulle must be constantly tickling Bobby’s bare thighs. Jamie could almost feel Bobby’s girlishness soaking into him as if by osmosis, and his agitated state continued mercilessly.
At one point, Jamie caught Bobby’s eye and began to whisper to his classmate, “how did…?” But almost immediately, he was cut off with a pointed shush from his mother. She shot him a warning look to be silent, and she held her finger to her lips. For his part, Bobby just shook his head and quickly looked away. The charming hairbow clipped in Bobby’s curly hair seemed to exaggerate every little movement of his head. The minutes slowly ticked by.
Jamie sat back down beside his mother with great consternation as all the ladies began discussing their current book. It was something (incredibly boring to him) about two middle-aged women who took a trip to Europe together. The two shared countless empathetic and empowering moments with each other on their journey, and they also consumed copious amounts of wine along the way. Jamie fidgeted restlessly in his seat until he eventually saw Daphne usher Bobby out toward the kitchen… presumably to get the snacks. Jamie was beside himself. All the stuff the ladies were talking about was tedious, but he was still so nervous and uneasy due to the afternoon’s events. He fidgeted noisily in his seat until his mother shushed him with a finger to her lips.
Soon, Bobby and Daphne reappeared with trays of snacks. Daphne put her tray down on a side table and then went over to Mrs. Green and whispered in her ear. Bobby put his tray down as well and stood skittishly next to the table, holding the sides of his skirt with his lace-gloved hands.
Despite Jamie’s unease, he was inexplicably captivated by the spectacle of Bobby’s petticoating. He couldn’t help himself! It seemed to Jamie that every little movement Bobby made caused his puffy skirt to bounce up and down. Unable to look away, Jamie was mesmerized watching Bobby’s dress flit and flutter so girlishly. Jamie suddenly realized with chagrin that he was stiff “down there” and began to fidget even more. He felt so jumpy and anxious as he felt his face warming again! Then he was abruptly snapped out of his daydreaming.
“Excellent idea, Daphne” Mrs. Green said to her daughter. Mrs. Green called over to Jamie’s mother, “Susan, do you suppose Jamie would mind helping Bobby serve the refreshments? He could pour the tea.”
“Of course, he’ll be happy to help!” Susan immediately replied. “He can’t seem to keep still anyway!” Reaching into her purse she added, “and now I know what to do with this other set of gloves! There were two sets in the package!”
In short order, she directed her son, “stand up and put out your hands dear!” She added quickly, “if you’re going to serve the ladies today, then it’s better you wear gloves as well.” In no time, Jamie was horrified to find himself wearing an identical pair of the prissy lace gloves that Bobby was wearing. He felt like such a sissy… he couldn’t even imagine what Bobby must be feeling. The tingling in his pants got more pronounced!
Then, Mrs. Green insisted that Bobby return the favor and tie Jamie’s ribbons for him. Grimacing, Jamie held out his hands while his charmingly frocked classmate secured the ribbons into cute little white bows. Jamie felt so strange as Bobby tied the ribbons on his gloves. Inevitably, Bobby’s springy skirt brushed Jamie repeatedly as his petticoated classmate fashioned the charming little bows around his wrists. As Bobby carefully knotted the ribbons, Jamie’s tension grew greater still. The little tent in his pants started to show!
Jamie’s pulse accelerated, and he was almost in a daze as he stared ruefully at his girly lace gloves. The intricate floral pattern in the lace looked so foreign and feminine on his hands. Then Daphne spoke up behind him, “you should wear this too Jamie!” Before he realized what was happening, Daphne dropped a white apron over his head and began tying it snugly around his waist. “I was going to dress Bobby in this, but I just couldn’t bear to cover up his precious outfit.” As Daphne meticulously straightened his apron, it was obvious she had noticed his little protuberance. “You, on the other hand, seem like you could use some covering up down there!” Giggling out loud as she finished, “well don’t you just look darling!” She shot a knowing look at Jamie, and then she called teasingly to her brother, “I think Jamie likes your dress, Bobby!”
Humiliated, Jamie looked down to see that Daphne had put him into a very frilly white apron. It had elaborate lace detailing with adorable baby blue trim. The ruffled straps fluttered gaily over his shoulders, and the whole thing felt so girlish. The worst thing was that his fluffy new apron only served to exacerbate his little “situation.”
Meanwhile, his mother beamed as she examined her son in his delicate lace gloves, frilly apron, and sweet pink lip gloss. His cute little bowtie looked almost feminine now that it was framed so prettily by his apron straps! It was amazing what a few little touches did to sweeten his appearance.
Under Daphne’s watchful eye, the pair of blushing boys in their matching outfits began serving the tea and finger sandwiches. While the ladies discussed their book, the boys meekly moved from table to table. At each table, Bobby had to bring over the little plates of sandwiches resting on white paper doilies. One by one, the petticoated teenager carefully placed the small plates on each table. Then, he stepped back demurely and concluded the presentation with another charming little curtsey. It was obvious he had practiced his little routine.
Next, Jamie would follow and pour tea for all the ladies to drink. Jamie was very conscious of the stretchy feel of his lacy gloves and the poofiness of his apron. The two boys couldn’t help but brush repeatedly against each other as they moved around in such close proximity. This ensured Jamie stayed in a constant state of bother as he served the tea. Poor Bobby, meanwhile, was in a perpetual battle to keep from showing his panties, and the layers of his skirt rustled ceaselessly with every little movement.
All the ladies seemed to light up as these formerly misbehaving boys made their little stop at each table. To the boys’ chagrin, more than one remarked that they made such a “cute little couple!”
When they were done serving, Daphne had the boys sit back down with their mothers. Since Susan and Diane were at the same table now, the boys sat next to each other in between their mothers. Their chairs were so close together that Bobby’s voluminous party dress practically overflowed onto Jamie’s lap as well, brushing him repeatedly in the most unnerving way. Jamie could only imagine how the multiple layers of tulle must be constantly tickling Bobby’s bare thighs. Jamie could almost feel Bobby’s girlishness soaking into him as if by osmosis, and his agitated state continued mercilessly.
At one point, Jamie caught Bobby’s eye and began to whisper to his classmate, “how did…?” But almost immediately, he was cut off with a pointed shush from his mother. She shot him a warning look to be silent, and she held her finger to her lips. For his part, Bobby just shook his head and quickly looked away. The charming hairbow clipped in Bobby’s curly hair seemed to exaggerate every little movement of his head. The minutes slowly ticked by.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on Yesterday at 05:51:17 AM »
Thanks! You might enjoy some of the future chapters then ;) that type of thing usually shows up at some point in most of my stories.
Still tweaking the ending but will post the next part later today.
Still tweaking the ending but will post the next part later today.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Trouble with Dribbles
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 21, 2024, 11:27:09 AM »
Poor little Doug is getting the full baby treatment he deserves! Nice story!
BTW as a Star Trek fan, I love the wordplay in your title :)
BTW as a Star Trek fan, I love the wordplay in your title :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Trouble with Dribbles
« Last post by antonia on November 21, 2024, 10:13:06 AM »
Chapter 4
Doug was almost catatonic with an intense drip building at his front and a giant log trying to force its way out at the back, all the while his wet pants reminding him of his babyish situation. He clutched his front and started to jiggle while clenching his cheeks in an attempt to quiet the serious risk of soiling himself. He looked out again, nappy number fifteen was fluttering in the breeze, plastic pants were starting to appear on the line, not long to go now. A groan escaped him, so intense was the pain and desperate his situation and it seemed to come from his very soul.
The twins, who had been helping out in the kitchen, heard the noise and came in to investigate. They looked on in amazement as they looked at their stepbrother doing what was clearly a potty dance characteristic of any toddler undergoing toilet training and who had not mastered the art of timing a toilet run. Doug was almost crying by this stage, red faced, teary and in obvious pain.
“I’ve got to go really badly” he appealed to them as he saw Nanny starting to hang up a small line of bibs, “Help me please, tell Nanny I have to go to the toilet, pleeeeease I’m begging you.” The twins looked at each other, they had no real love of Doug and this was payback for some horrible tricks he had played on them. Was the payback proportional or fair? Who knew? They decided to call Nanny for him and rushed into the garden just as the last bib was being pegged out.
They all rushed out, Nanny had picked up Charlotte and the four of them stood in front of Doug as battles were being lost. Doug let out a huge wail as an enormous log forced its way out and fell into the waiting training pants, forcing out the rear. Almost simultaneously, he could hold out no longer and he flooded the front of his pants. The absorbency of the terry cloth was far exceeded and a dribble of urine started to run down the side of his legs. He stood bow-legged on the play mat, a young teen reduced to the status of an incontinent toddler in the space of one day.
His day was complete when Charlotte spoke one of her few words “Baby” she exclaimed. His day could not have possible been any worse he thought, until there was the sound of the front door being opened.
“Mummy” called out the twins, “Mama” cried out Charlotte, “Oh no!” moaned Doug. His stepmother was propelled into the lounge and she shook her head at the sight of her stepson standing legs akimbo clearly wearing wet and soiled training pants.
“Turn round” she barked “how old are you? Have you wet and soiled your training pants?”
Doug could only nod his head.
“Nanny give me Charlotte and get this child cleaned up please”, she ordered waving Doug away “I want this ‘grown up teen’ bathed, put in a nappy, fed a bottle of baby milk, given a dummy and put straight to bed. If he behaves like an infant, then he has to be punished like one. I don’t believe in corporal punishment, but I do believe the punishment should fit the crime. He will spend the next 24 hours just like Charlotte. Perhaps he will man up if he is humiliated like this. BUT, she emphasized, but, I do not want his father to know anything about this, because that would be beyond cruel. No texting your friends, your step dad or anybody about this. Got it? Good!”
Doug was bathed, cleaned and pinned into three of Charlotte’s night time nappies. Fortunately, he was quite small for his size and the 27” square nappies were more than adequate. There were no plastic pants that could fit and so his bundle of terry protection was covered using the voluminous nappy pants with their plastic pants outer. He was put in one of the twin’s old nighties and given one of Charlotte’s new dummies to suc-k.
His final task was to wash and clean by hand his wet and soiled pants. Nanny explained that they could not boil wash these garments because they were not designed to be soiled. Boiling the nappy might take out the stains but would destroy the plastic pants element. He had to use Vanish (an oxygen cleaner) to get the stain out of the nappy part, but despite his hard endeavours, the yellow/orange stain made to the plastic pants near the leg opening was indelible. Everybody would know that he had had a huge accident in his protection.
He was taken downstairs, forced to waddle by the great wedge of towelling between his legs. His stepmum and the rest of the family looked thunderstruck by the sight of this overgrown toddler heavily nappied, wearing a baby doll top and suc-king a pink dummy with apparent enthusiasm. In his hands he carried his freshly washed protection that Nanny took out and hung next to his little sister’s nappies.
Nanny returned and told Doug to sit on the couch next to her. She tied a large plastic backed towelling bib around his neck, it was one of Charlotte’s largest bibs that was almost too big for her. It was a perfect size for Doug. Moments later he was lying across her lap as she fed him his first bottle since he was a small baby. He couldn’t help but gaze into her eyes as he suc-ked hungrily on the bottle teat. In return, he detected a small glimmer of kindness and sympathy in Nanny’s eyes and he was immediately saddened that he had made an enemy of her. Unable to express his feeling he felt a small tear escape and run down his cheek, which Nanny dried with a muslin nappy that Nanny always seemed to be carrying about her person wherever she might be. Where she hid these things was a mystery, she always seemed prepared for every eventuality! The last dregs of his bottle disappeared through the teat and the gurgling signified the end. Nanny gently removed the bottle and carefully inserted the pink dummy back in his mouth. She kissed him gently on his forehead and his heart melted at that very moment, he loved her in a way that he had never felt for a very long time, since his mother had left. “I wov you Nanny” he managed to whisper through his dummy.
Nanny hugged him just a little harder to show she had heard him.
Doug was almost catatonic with an intense drip building at his front and a giant log trying to force its way out at the back, all the while his wet pants reminding him of his babyish situation. He clutched his front and started to jiggle while clenching his cheeks in an attempt to quiet the serious risk of soiling himself. He looked out again, nappy number fifteen was fluttering in the breeze, plastic pants were starting to appear on the line, not long to go now. A groan escaped him, so intense was the pain and desperate his situation and it seemed to come from his very soul.
The twins, who had been helping out in the kitchen, heard the noise and came in to investigate. They looked on in amazement as they looked at their stepbrother doing what was clearly a potty dance characteristic of any toddler undergoing toilet training and who had not mastered the art of timing a toilet run. Doug was almost crying by this stage, red faced, teary and in obvious pain.
“I’ve got to go really badly” he appealed to them as he saw Nanny starting to hang up a small line of bibs, “Help me please, tell Nanny I have to go to the toilet, pleeeeease I’m begging you.” The twins looked at each other, they had no real love of Doug and this was payback for some horrible tricks he had played on them. Was the payback proportional or fair? Who knew? They decided to call Nanny for him and rushed into the garden just as the last bib was being pegged out.
They all rushed out, Nanny had picked up Charlotte and the four of them stood in front of Doug as battles were being lost. Doug let out a huge wail as an enormous log forced its way out and fell into the waiting training pants, forcing out the rear. Almost simultaneously, he could hold out no longer and he flooded the front of his pants. The absorbency of the terry cloth was far exceeded and a dribble of urine started to run down the side of his legs. He stood bow-legged on the play mat, a young teen reduced to the status of an incontinent toddler in the space of one day.
His day was complete when Charlotte spoke one of her few words “Baby” she exclaimed. His day could not have possible been any worse he thought, until there was the sound of the front door being opened.
“Mummy” called out the twins, “Mama” cried out Charlotte, “Oh no!” moaned Doug. His stepmother was propelled into the lounge and she shook her head at the sight of her stepson standing legs akimbo clearly wearing wet and soiled training pants.
“Turn round” she barked “how old are you? Have you wet and soiled your training pants?”
Doug could only nod his head.
“Nanny give me Charlotte and get this child cleaned up please”, she ordered waving Doug away “I want this ‘grown up teen’ bathed, put in a nappy, fed a bottle of baby milk, given a dummy and put straight to bed. If he behaves like an infant, then he has to be punished like one. I don’t believe in corporal punishment, but I do believe the punishment should fit the crime. He will spend the next 24 hours just like Charlotte. Perhaps he will man up if he is humiliated like this. BUT, she emphasized, but, I do not want his father to know anything about this, because that would be beyond cruel. No texting your friends, your step dad or anybody about this. Got it? Good!”
Doug was bathed, cleaned and pinned into three of Charlotte’s night time nappies. Fortunately, he was quite small for his size and the 27” square nappies were more than adequate. There were no plastic pants that could fit and so his bundle of terry protection was covered using the voluminous nappy pants with their plastic pants outer. He was put in one of the twin’s old nighties and given one of Charlotte’s new dummies to suc-k.
His final task was to wash and clean by hand his wet and soiled pants. Nanny explained that they could not boil wash these garments because they were not designed to be soiled. Boiling the nappy might take out the stains but would destroy the plastic pants element. He had to use Vanish (an oxygen cleaner) to get the stain out of the nappy part, but despite his hard endeavours, the yellow/orange stain made to the plastic pants near the leg opening was indelible. Everybody would know that he had had a huge accident in his protection.
He was taken downstairs, forced to waddle by the great wedge of towelling between his legs. His stepmum and the rest of the family looked thunderstruck by the sight of this overgrown toddler heavily nappied, wearing a baby doll top and suc-king a pink dummy with apparent enthusiasm. In his hands he carried his freshly washed protection that Nanny took out and hung next to his little sister’s nappies.
Nanny returned and told Doug to sit on the couch next to her. She tied a large plastic backed towelling bib around his neck, it was one of Charlotte’s largest bibs that was almost too big for her. It was a perfect size for Doug. Moments later he was lying across her lap as she fed him his first bottle since he was a small baby. He couldn’t help but gaze into her eyes as he suc-ked hungrily on the bottle teat. In return, he detected a small glimmer of kindness and sympathy in Nanny’s eyes and he was immediately saddened that he had made an enemy of her. Unable to express his feeling he felt a small tear escape and run down his cheek, which Nanny dried with a muslin nappy that Nanny always seemed to be carrying about her person wherever she might be. Where she hid these things was a mystery, she always seemed prepared for every eventuality! The last dregs of his bottle disappeared through the teat and the gurgling signified the end. Nanny gently removed the bottle and carefully inserted the pink dummy back in his mouth. She kissed him gently on his forehead and his heart melted at that very moment, he loved her in a way that he had never felt for a very long time, since his mother had left. “I wov you Nanny” he managed to whisper through his dummy.
Nanny hugged him just a little harder to show she had heard him.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by mikeh1993 on November 21, 2024, 05:09:19 AM »
The only thing more humiliating for Jaime and Bobby right now would be for them to “excited” in their pants and being caught, as every male knows at that age, anything can “excite” it.
I am loving this story
I am loving this story
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 20, 2024, 02:21:37 PM »
Part 5
“Wonderful!” Mrs. Green spoke again. “Your lip gloss is just precious boys! It looks so cute on you both!” Then, she put her hands lightly on Bobby’s shoulders as she presented him again to the ladies. “I think our junior hostess is ready now,” she said happily. “Turning to Jamie, she added, “Thank you Jamie, it seems you might have a natural affinity for petticoating!”
Lightly squeezing her son’s shoulder, she asked leadingly, “Bobby, don’t you have something to say to Jamie?”
With a defeated look, Bobby said softly, “Th- Thank you Jamie for helping me with my… my hairbow and lip gloss.”
Gulping, Jamie said quietly, “Uh sure… you’re welcome, Bobby.” This was a nightmare. As he gawked at Bobby’s pretty pink lips, it crushed him to know that his looked the same way.
Then Jamie’s mother spoke again, “Diane, if you don’t object, we brought along another little surprise for Bobby that I think you’ll approve of.” Continuing, she said, “I think it will be especially appropriate for serving the refreshments.” Then she added, “Come here Jamie.”
Mrs. Green seemed delighted, and she immediately agreed, “Why thank you Susan! Of course!”
Almost in a daze, Jamie obeyed his mother. She reached into her purse and retrieved a small white satin bag tied with a white ribbon. “Go take this gift over to your little friend,” she directed.
All the ladies watched expectantly at the sight of the smartly dressed young teen in the bowtie taking the delicate looking package to his sissified friend. After the disruptions at the last book club, the ladies seemed to take particular satisfaction in seeing these young whippersnappers get their due!
Jamie handed the girly satin bag to Bobby and muttered, “Uh, here you go.” He wanted it out of his hands as rapidly as possible. It was almost as if he believed the girlishness was contagious, and he was going to catch it if he got too close.
Dejected, but having no other option, Bobby untied the delicate ribbon and opened the satin bag. He was rewarded with a lovely pair of translucent white lace gloves. He saw his mother gesture to him, and he reluctantly pulled them on. The stretchy gloves were decorated with an exquisite lace pattern in a floral print, and they sported extra frills around the elasticated wrist openings. The lacy creations had wide white ribbons dangling from the wrists, and Bobby held his daintily gloved hands out in front in the most girlish way.
“Those were labeled as ‘tea party gloves’ and I think they are fitting for the occasion,” Susan Padgett explained with a grin. She added, “they are a small gift to you from Jamie and me in honor of your 'new start'!” Then she instructed, “Jamie, why don’t you help Bobby tie the bows on his gloves properly?”
Understanding now what the ribbons were for, Jamie cringed again but obeyed his mother after a moment’s hesitation. Reluctantly, he took Bobby’s hands one by one and tied the loose ribbons into the cutest little bows around each wrist. Once again, he felt very flustered having to take such a direct role in his classmate’s feminization. Mrs. Green helpfully supervised Jamie’s efforts to make sure he got the fussy bows nice and even.
“Well, those are just darling!” Mrs. Green agreed as Jamie finished, “and they’re perfect! Thank you so much!” Then she leaned over and whispered something in Bobby’s ear.
Bobby cringed noticeably as he echoed his mother defeatedly, “Thank you for my gloves, Mrs. Padgett… and Jamie too.” Then he looked back at his mother almost pleadingly, and she nodded back at him in response.
An instant later, Jamie was flabbergasted when Bobby abruptly stepped next to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek! Jamie recoiled instantly, and both boys blushed even more brightly. Jamie was shocked beyond belief. He opened his mouth and closed it without saying a word, and his emotions swirled. Unbeknownst to him, the sissy kiss left a faint but clearly visible pink lip print on his left cheek.
Daphne piped in, “Aww isn’t that sweet?” as several of the ladies murmured in agreement. Then, Daphne added teasingly, “It looks like someone has a crush on you, Jamie!”
At that, Jamie’s tummy did a backflip, and he felt his face heat up even more! He stared wordlessly at Daphne, unable to muster a response. Then, he looked at Bobby who was staring down at the floor in shame and nervously fidgeting with the hem of his toddler-ish satin party dress. Jamie returned his gaze to Daphne who let out a little giggle and playfully wagged her finger at him.
Looking very amused, Mrs. Green said, “Let’s start our meeting and have our refreshments, shall we?”
“Wonderful!” Mrs. Green spoke again. “Your lip gloss is just precious boys! It looks so cute on you both!” Then, she put her hands lightly on Bobby’s shoulders as she presented him again to the ladies. “I think our junior hostess is ready now,” she said happily. “Turning to Jamie, she added, “Thank you Jamie, it seems you might have a natural affinity for petticoating!”
Lightly squeezing her son’s shoulder, she asked leadingly, “Bobby, don’t you have something to say to Jamie?”
With a defeated look, Bobby said softly, “Th- Thank you Jamie for helping me with my… my hairbow and lip gloss.”
Gulping, Jamie said quietly, “Uh sure… you’re welcome, Bobby.” This was a nightmare. As he gawked at Bobby’s pretty pink lips, it crushed him to know that his looked the same way.
Then Jamie’s mother spoke again, “Diane, if you don’t object, we brought along another little surprise for Bobby that I think you’ll approve of.” Continuing, she said, “I think it will be especially appropriate for serving the refreshments.” Then she added, “Come here Jamie.”
Mrs. Green seemed delighted, and she immediately agreed, “Why thank you Susan! Of course!”
Almost in a daze, Jamie obeyed his mother. She reached into her purse and retrieved a small white satin bag tied with a white ribbon. “Go take this gift over to your little friend,” she directed.
All the ladies watched expectantly at the sight of the smartly dressed young teen in the bowtie taking the delicate looking package to his sissified friend. After the disruptions at the last book club, the ladies seemed to take particular satisfaction in seeing these young whippersnappers get their due!
Jamie handed the girly satin bag to Bobby and muttered, “Uh, here you go.” He wanted it out of his hands as rapidly as possible. It was almost as if he believed the girlishness was contagious, and he was going to catch it if he got too close.
Dejected, but having no other option, Bobby untied the delicate ribbon and opened the satin bag. He was rewarded with a lovely pair of translucent white lace gloves. He saw his mother gesture to him, and he reluctantly pulled them on. The stretchy gloves were decorated with an exquisite lace pattern in a floral print, and they sported extra frills around the elasticated wrist openings. The lacy creations had wide white ribbons dangling from the wrists, and Bobby held his daintily gloved hands out in front in the most girlish way.
“Those were labeled as ‘tea party gloves’ and I think they are fitting for the occasion,” Susan Padgett explained with a grin. She added, “they are a small gift to you from Jamie and me in honor of your 'new start'!” Then she instructed, “Jamie, why don’t you help Bobby tie the bows on his gloves properly?”
Understanding now what the ribbons were for, Jamie cringed again but obeyed his mother after a moment’s hesitation. Reluctantly, he took Bobby’s hands one by one and tied the loose ribbons into the cutest little bows around each wrist. Once again, he felt very flustered having to take such a direct role in his classmate’s feminization. Mrs. Green helpfully supervised Jamie’s efforts to make sure he got the fussy bows nice and even.
“Well, those are just darling!” Mrs. Green agreed as Jamie finished, “and they’re perfect! Thank you so much!” Then she leaned over and whispered something in Bobby’s ear.
Bobby cringed noticeably as he echoed his mother defeatedly, “Thank you for my gloves, Mrs. Padgett… and Jamie too.” Then he looked back at his mother almost pleadingly, and she nodded back at him in response.
An instant later, Jamie was flabbergasted when Bobby abruptly stepped next to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek! Jamie recoiled instantly, and both boys blushed even more brightly. Jamie was shocked beyond belief. He opened his mouth and closed it without saying a word, and his emotions swirled. Unbeknownst to him, the sissy kiss left a faint but clearly visible pink lip print on his left cheek.
Daphne piped in, “Aww isn’t that sweet?” as several of the ladies murmured in agreement. Then, Daphne added teasingly, “It looks like someone has a crush on you, Jamie!”
At that, Jamie’s tummy did a backflip, and he felt his face heat up even more! He stared wordlessly at Daphne, unable to muster a response. Then, he looked at Bobby who was staring down at the floor in shame and nervously fidgeting with the hem of his toddler-ish satin party dress. Jamie returned his gaze to Daphne who let out a little giggle and playfully wagged her finger at him.
Looking very amused, Mrs. Green said, “Let’s start our meeting and have our refreshments, shall we?”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Jamie and the Book Club
« Last post by sissyboy1212 on November 20, 2024, 10:07:21 AM »
Made slight edits to the end of Part 4. Will post Part 5 later today :)
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Trouble with Dribbles
« Last post by Baby Mac on November 19, 2024, 11:44:50 PM »
Yes sure i would be happy for you to revisit it, the story is never rains but it pours. Its just the stuff with his evil mummy growing up was amazing. You could have the women use the hypnosis again to mentally take him back to more cruel events of this past with his mother. Its like they have made him a prisoner of his memory. Thank you for replying i wish i could help more!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Trouble with Dribbles
« Last post by antonia on November 19, 2024, 11:21:21 PM »
Message for Baby Mac. You asked for a prequel about Tommy, but I wrote that ages ago! Tommy’s Story which is on page 4 of this forum. To be fair, I had forgotten that I wrote it! I could do a sequel and follow his life a bit further if you liked?
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Trouble with Dribbles
« Last post by mikeh1993 on November 19, 2024, 07:14:21 PM »
Doug is going to be sleeping with nanny pretty soon.
It’s been awhile since there have been two great stories going at the same time, and I’m happy to see it
It’s been awhile since there have been two great stories going at the same time, and I’m happy to see it
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