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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 08:21:42 PM »
Within a week, Bri was wearing his 5” pumps without issue. He and Alison would hit the town, further boasting his confidence in such a uniquely feminine piece of clothing. As they were at dinner one night, Bri looked down at his tights covered leg and heel and again said to Alison “How the hell are we going to pull this off?” What do you mean?” she said. “Ummm babe, I look nothing like I do in my passport now! Nobody is going to believe me!” He claimed. Alison reassured him “Babe, passport control is all smart biometric nowadays. We’ll probably have to go a little lighter on the contour to not mess with the camera, but you won’t have to talk to anybody.” “Well what about the plane?” he questioned. “Same thing, don’t worry!” she reassured. “And the hotel?” he asked. “We can check in online and use our phone!” she again reassured. As she grabbed both of his hands lovingly “Bri, What are you worried about, some security guard at the airport judging you? All that matters is you getting the recognition you deserve!” As she stood up seductively she said to him “Plus, I’m way hotter than anything they’re going home to!” Bri smiled reassured.
As Alison predicted, security, the flight, and immigration checks all went off without a hitch. Hotel staff didn’t look twice at the two women checking in. London weather was about 15° and overcast. Perfect weather for the two of them to see the sights comfortably. It was a lovely day. However, Bri knew why they were really there. The next day he would have to face the company which he had been working with for over a year. Alison reassured him “Babe, it’s 2024 nobody cares.” She chucked to herself “well a few do, but they’re dinosaurs and will be extinct soon!”
The next morning both of them awoke early for the meet and greet with their peers in the company. While Alison was no longer with them, she was fondly thought of for all of her hard work. The Executives were eager to meet these top-notch performers. Alison wanted to make a statement at this event, she wanted everyone to know they were a power couple and were here for business! Alison felt that Odile was part of her personality now and wanted the 2 of them in coordinating dresses. As Bri caught up on a few emails, Alison snuck out to pick them up 2 dresses for the gala. Alison knew the dresses she selected were daring, but they would make a statement! Now all she had to do was get them both into them!
While Bri had lost a little bit of weight, Unfortunately for him Alison was going to have to suc-k his tummy in if they had a chance of getting these dresses on. The high waist tights pushed the bulk of his tummy in, but he still needed a little extra help. After putting his bra on, Bri looked wide eyed at the garment she presented him. It was a waist trainer that looked like it would barely fit over one of his thighs, let alone his waist! Alison assured she would be wearing the exact same things Bri would be in a show of support. Amazingly it did exactly what they needed it to. Alison pulled her tights and waist shaper on too, as she deeply exhaled, Bri coolly stated “You’ll get used to it, it’s like a security blanket!” while trying to contain his laughter at the irony of his statement. “Let’s finish our makeup and get these dresses on!” Alison told Bri.
As Bri looked himself over in the bathroom mirror, Alison stepped out of the room to fetch his dress. Re-entering and much like the first time, she had him close his eyes as she instructed him to step in and pull the dress on. The dress was a white midi, with cap sleeves, and a mild flare. It was truly and simplistically beautiful. As Bri opened his eyes, he was astonished at how beautiful he looked. Alison had grabbed his heels and had him step into them. As he stared himself over, kicking out his heel over the skirt, he could hardly believe that deep under this prim and proper portrait of femininity was a boy.
“I love it!” Alison exclaimed. “I was worried black tights and shoes would be all wrong, but damn you make it look perfect! Look at you! You look stunning!” She said. Alison smiled devilishly at Bri “Ok just wait here, I’ll be right back!” Her dress was the same as Bri’s, but in jet black. As she zipped it on and slipped her pumps on, she smiled to herself.
As Alison presented herself to Bri, it all hit him. Shit! The White! The Black! This is Act Three! Everything he had done to this point had been Swan Lake! But how? But why? And what happens next? Bri began to mildly panic and even behind his flawless makeup, Alison immediately recognized the color falling out of his face.
“Babe, are you ok?” She asked him concerningly.
Bri looked down at himself and then to her. “I’m not sure, is this all just a performance? I mean, the dresses, the white, the black, your show” he began to stammer.
“shhhhhh” Alison reassured him “Life is a performance, remember how I told you I wasn’t sure if I would even be writing the Barron or Prince into my choreography?” she said.
“Uh-huh” Bri nodded agreeingly.
“Well, I did write them in! You are still my prince, this experience has been our Barron, and instead of taking a leap into the lake we’re going to take a leap into the world.” Alison explained. “This whole thing has been choreographed to bring you closer to me and I closer to you! While it might not follow the script, Act 4 can be our own story! What do you say?” Alison slowly slid over to Bri and reached up his dress patting him over his neatly stored away equipment. With pleading eyes again she whispered “What do you say? Be my Odette?”
Bri walked over to the mini bar, grabbed a small bottle of wine and poured them into 2 glasses. As he passed a glass to Alison he threw the bottle into the garbage can shattering it.
Alison looked at him concerned.
“Rothbart’s spell” he said grinning. “You’ll always be my Odlie” he stated, as they toasted the night and future ahead.
As Alison predicted, security, the flight, and immigration checks all went off without a hitch. Hotel staff didn’t look twice at the two women checking in. London weather was about 15° and overcast. Perfect weather for the two of them to see the sights comfortably. It was a lovely day. However, Bri knew why they were really there. The next day he would have to face the company which he had been working with for over a year. Alison reassured him “Babe, it’s 2024 nobody cares.” She chucked to herself “well a few do, but they’re dinosaurs and will be extinct soon!”
The next morning both of them awoke early for the meet and greet with their peers in the company. While Alison was no longer with them, she was fondly thought of for all of her hard work. The Executives were eager to meet these top-notch performers. Alison wanted to make a statement at this event, she wanted everyone to know they were a power couple and were here for business! Alison felt that Odile was part of her personality now and wanted the 2 of them in coordinating dresses. As Bri caught up on a few emails, Alison snuck out to pick them up 2 dresses for the gala. Alison knew the dresses she selected were daring, but they would make a statement! Now all she had to do was get them both into them!
While Bri had lost a little bit of weight, Unfortunately for him Alison was going to have to suc-k his tummy in if they had a chance of getting these dresses on. The high waist tights pushed the bulk of his tummy in, but he still needed a little extra help. After putting his bra on, Bri looked wide eyed at the garment she presented him. It was a waist trainer that looked like it would barely fit over one of his thighs, let alone his waist! Alison assured she would be wearing the exact same things Bri would be in a show of support. Amazingly it did exactly what they needed it to. Alison pulled her tights and waist shaper on too, as she deeply exhaled, Bri coolly stated “You’ll get used to it, it’s like a security blanket!” while trying to contain his laughter at the irony of his statement. “Let’s finish our makeup and get these dresses on!” Alison told Bri.
As Bri looked himself over in the bathroom mirror, Alison stepped out of the room to fetch his dress. Re-entering and much like the first time, she had him close his eyes as she instructed him to step in and pull the dress on. The dress was a white midi, with cap sleeves, and a mild flare. It was truly and simplistically beautiful. As Bri opened his eyes, he was astonished at how beautiful he looked. Alison had grabbed his heels and had him step into them. As he stared himself over, kicking out his heel over the skirt, he could hardly believe that deep under this prim and proper portrait of femininity was a boy.
“I love it!” Alison exclaimed. “I was worried black tights and shoes would be all wrong, but damn you make it look perfect! Look at you! You look stunning!” She said. Alison smiled devilishly at Bri “Ok just wait here, I’ll be right back!” Her dress was the same as Bri’s, but in jet black. As she zipped it on and slipped her pumps on, she smiled to herself.
As Alison presented herself to Bri, it all hit him. Shit! The White! The Black! This is Act Three! Everything he had done to this point had been Swan Lake! But how? But why? And what happens next? Bri began to mildly panic and even behind his flawless makeup, Alison immediately recognized the color falling out of his face.
“Babe, are you ok?” She asked him concerningly.
Bri looked down at himself and then to her. “I’m not sure, is this all just a performance? I mean, the dresses, the white, the black, your show” he began to stammer.
“shhhhhh” Alison reassured him “Life is a performance, remember how I told you I wasn’t sure if I would even be writing the Barron or Prince into my choreography?” she said.
“Uh-huh” Bri nodded agreeingly.
“Well, I did write them in! You are still my prince, this experience has been our Barron, and instead of taking a leap into the lake we’re going to take a leap into the world.” Alison explained. “This whole thing has been choreographed to bring you closer to me and I closer to you! While it might not follow the script, Act 4 can be our own story! What do you say?” Alison slowly slid over to Bri and reached up his dress patting him over his neatly stored away equipment. With pleading eyes again she whispered “What do you say? Be my Odette?”
Bri walked over to the mini bar, grabbed a small bottle of wine and poured them into 2 glasses. As he passed a glass to Alison he threw the bottle into the garbage can shattering it.
Alison looked at him concerned.
“Rothbart’s spell” he said grinning. “You’ll always be my Odlie” he stated, as they toasted the night and future ahead.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 08:10:28 PM »
As the weeks and months went by, Brian’s previous life became more and more of a distant memory. Mornings became a routine. Get cleaned up and ready for the day. Clean tights, a shapewear bodysuit, and basic leotard, and a top. Brian would eat a light breakfast with Alison before she headed down to the university for the dance director position for which she was recently hired! Brian would head downstairs to master whichever lesson she had taught him the day before.
Stretches! Butterfly, Frog, Straddle, Repeat.
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Pile, Releve, Saute, Assemble, Repeat
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Grand jete, Pirouette, Tour en l’air, Repeat!
Once his lesson was mastered, he would head back upstairs to get to work. Unfortunately, Alison had to leave the bank but was thrilled to recommend her dear friend Bri to the position! Obviously, Bri was immediately hired based on the recommendation and Alison was left with a handsome severance package for all of her years of dedicated service. Alison would come home and after a short rest would jump right back into the studio with Bri for the next lesson. Once they were complete for the day, they would get cleaned up for a night in or on the town. Life was a routine, but it was pretty great.
One day Bri scratched his chin and realized his five o’clock shadow was returning. He had forgotten about shaving due to the effectiveness of Alison’s waxing but was now faced (literally!) with the issue of now unwanted facial hair. While he respected the pioneering legacies of women such as Julia Pastrana, he did not want to be her! Alison reassured him that it was no issue they couldn’t fix, but that he would probably have to stay in the house for a few days. So, Bri and Alison came up with a plan to let him grow out his facial hair for a few days. Alison made an appointment at the local electrolysis salon for Bri later that week. As Bri did not consider himself transgender, Alison and he settled on the white-lie that Bri was dealing with Polycystic Ovaries if anyone asked. As not yet all of the waxed hair had grown back in yet, Bri only needed to repeat these treatments a few times to rid himself of the problem. Nobody asked nor said a thing.
Bri was settling comfortably into his feminine life. In fact, he hardly considered it odd as he only really needed and wanted to spend any time with Alison. Bri and Alison’s friends had drifted into suburbia and left them to their own life choices, not like the boys would understand his change in clothing at Alison’s insistence. Bri’s boxers were replaced with panties, socks were replaced with tights, suits were replaced with dresses, and t-shirts were replaced with bodysuits & leotards. Bri found security in his new clothes, just as Zooey had said and Alison had predicted.
Then one day an unexpected letter arrived. Bri had been nominated for an award from the bank for which he worked. He was being recognized as one of the top customer support providers in the company! Bri was being invited to London for the occasion and a gala! “Shit!” he said “How am I going to pull this one off?” He posed the question to Alison. “In a nice LBD and some heels? Show some leg!” she said. “In heels?!” Bri said. “Oh come on now, you’ve been dressed to impress for months now. It’s time to step it up!” Alison said. “Let’s go practice a few steps and head to the mall to get you some shoes! We still need to get you ready for pointe work!”
Bri hadn’t been back to the shopping mall since his change in wardrobe. He was wearing a simple long sleeve black and white polka-dot dress, light sweater, with black tights and flats. As they entered the first store Bri unknowingly went to the first high heeled shoe he saw. “No, no, no. You never wear an open toed shoe with tights! That’s a sin!” Alison told Bri. “Ok, well obviously I want something that’ll stay on!” Bri said “How about something with the little belt?” Alison had to stop herself from pinching her nose from anxiety (her makeup was perfect today!) “Bri, it’s a strap” she said. “Trust me, you just want a simple pump. Your tights will keep them from rubbing the back of your ankle. Let’s go down a half size. What size are your flats?” Bri responded “10” “Ok, we definitely want a pump! You’re a little bit big on the foot size, so we want to stick with black and help elongate your legs and your look” She said. “Oooook, whatever you say” Bri responded, fully trusting whatever it was that Alison had just told him.
Alison and Bri visited several stores before settling on the simple black 5” pump from Steve Madden. “Don’t you think these are a little high?” Brian said. He had to admit, His jet black tights did elongate his legs and made his size 10 feet seem more petite. As Alison battered her eyelashes and gently squeezed his waist she told him “Don’t you think this is a little tight?” as she smiled. “Don’t worry babe, we’ll stop at the dancewear store and pick up some character shoes, they’re a smaller 3” heel used for dancing. You can practice in those and you’ll be ready for these in no time!”
On the way out, Alison and Bri stopped at the dancewear store to buy his new character shoes and a few more necessities for his continued training sessions. While Bri’s focus had been on ballet, Alison managed to convince him to try a different style of dance called jazz. Bri was confused when she began to explain that it had little to nothing to do with jazz style music. Bri appreciated the modestly of the skirted leotard dresses and thick nude-colored tights. “We can wear this when I teach you skating later!” Alison said as she held up a crushed velvet turtleneck dress. “This is perfect!” They made their purchases and headed home.
Bri went along with her insistence on him learning this Jazz style but questioned why he would stop ballet. Wasn’t the whole point of this escapade to help Alison choreograph her show? At this point, Bri felt he was in too deep and just went along with it. As they changed into their new outfits Bri told himself, She is the professional after all.
“So how does this all work” Brian asked Alison as he wore his Character shoes, nude tights, and velvet leotard for the first time. Alison was dressed similarly. “Well, Jazz is in many ways similar to the ballet you’ve been learning. It’ll help you build more stamina and give you the confidence you need to rock those pumps in London!” She said “Let’s stretch out and I’ll show you how it all ties in together!”
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Arch, Contraction, Flat back, Hinge, Repeat
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Inverted knee, Jazz sit, Front splits, Repeat!
Splits!
“Holy shit Bri!” Alison exclaimed as the crotch of his leotard touched the ground. “You’re making huge progress in your flexibility!” Bri breathed a huge sign of relief that his equipment was well pushed up into his inguinal canal. He initially winced as he split towards the floor expecting a sharp pain, but instead he just felt a dull thud as he hit the floor. He was shocked at the sight of only one light brown leg and a single 3” heel in front of him! Alison was right and Bri was beaming with confidence because of it.
Stretches! Butterfly, Frog, Straddle, Repeat.
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Pile, Releve, Saute, Assemble, Repeat
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Grand jete, Pirouette, Tour en l’air, Repeat!
Once his lesson was mastered, he would head back upstairs to get to work. Unfortunately, Alison had to leave the bank but was thrilled to recommend her dear friend Bri to the position! Obviously, Bri was immediately hired based on the recommendation and Alison was left with a handsome severance package for all of her years of dedicated service. Alison would come home and after a short rest would jump right back into the studio with Bri for the next lesson. Once they were complete for the day, they would get cleaned up for a night in or on the town. Life was a routine, but it was pretty great.
One day Bri scratched his chin and realized his five o’clock shadow was returning. He had forgotten about shaving due to the effectiveness of Alison’s waxing but was now faced (literally!) with the issue of now unwanted facial hair. While he respected the pioneering legacies of women such as Julia Pastrana, he did not want to be her! Alison reassured him that it was no issue they couldn’t fix, but that he would probably have to stay in the house for a few days. So, Bri and Alison came up with a plan to let him grow out his facial hair for a few days. Alison made an appointment at the local electrolysis salon for Bri later that week. As Bri did not consider himself transgender, Alison and he settled on the white-lie that Bri was dealing with Polycystic Ovaries if anyone asked. As not yet all of the waxed hair had grown back in yet, Bri only needed to repeat these treatments a few times to rid himself of the problem. Nobody asked nor said a thing.
Bri was settling comfortably into his feminine life. In fact, he hardly considered it odd as he only really needed and wanted to spend any time with Alison. Bri and Alison’s friends had drifted into suburbia and left them to their own life choices, not like the boys would understand his change in clothing at Alison’s insistence. Bri’s boxers were replaced with panties, socks were replaced with tights, suits were replaced with dresses, and t-shirts were replaced with bodysuits & leotards. Bri found security in his new clothes, just as Zooey had said and Alison had predicted.
Then one day an unexpected letter arrived. Bri had been nominated for an award from the bank for which he worked. He was being recognized as one of the top customer support providers in the company! Bri was being invited to London for the occasion and a gala! “Shit!” he said “How am I going to pull this one off?” He posed the question to Alison. “In a nice LBD and some heels? Show some leg!” she said. “In heels?!” Bri said. “Oh come on now, you’ve been dressed to impress for months now. It’s time to step it up!” Alison said. “Let’s go practice a few steps and head to the mall to get you some shoes! We still need to get you ready for pointe work!”
Bri hadn’t been back to the shopping mall since his change in wardrobe. He was wearing a simple long sleeve black and white polka-dot dress, light sweater, with black tights and flats. As they entered the first store Bri unknowingly went to the first high heeled shoe he saw. “No, no, no. You never wear an open toed shoe with tights! That’s a sin!” Alison told Bri. “Ok, well obviously I want something that’ll stay on!” Bri said “How about something with the little belt?” Alison had to stop herself from pinching her nose from anxiety (her makeup was perfect today!) “Bri, it’s a strap” she said. “Trust me, you just want a simple pump. Your tights will keep them from rubbing the back of your ankle. Let’s go down a half size. What size are your flats?” Bri responded “10” “Ok, we definitely want a pump! You’re a little bit big on the foot size, so we want to stick with black and help elongate your legs and your look” She said. “Oooook, whatever you say” Bri responded, fully trusting whatever it was that Alison had just told him.
Alison and Bri visited several stores before settling on the simple black 5” pump from Steve Madden. “Don’t you think these are a little high?” Brian said. He had to admit, His jet black tights did elongate his legs and made his size 10 feet seem more petite. As Alison battered her eyelashes and gently squeezed his waist she told him “Don’t you think this is a little tight?” as she smiled. “Don’t worry babe, we’ll stop at the dancewear store and pick up some character shoes, they’re a smaller 3” heel used for dancing. You can practice in those and you’ll be ready for these in no time!”
On the way out, Alison and Bri stopped at the dancewear store to buy his new character shoes and a few more necessities for his continued training sessions. While Bri’s focus had been on ballet, Alison managed to convince him to try a different style of dance called jazz. Bri was confused when she began to explain that it had little to nothing to do with jazz style music. Bri appreciated the modestly of the skirted leotard dresses and thick nude-colored tights. “We can wear this when I teach you skating later!” Alison said as she held up a crushed velvet turtleneck dress. “This is perfect!” They made their purchases and headed home.
Bri went along with her insistence on him learning this Jazz style but questioned why he would stop ballet. Wasn’t the whole point of this escapade to help Alison choreograph her show? At this point, Bri felt he was in too deep and just went along with it. As they changed into their new outfits Bri told himself, She is the professional after all.
“So how does this all work” Brian asked Alison as he wore his Character shoes, nude tights, and velvet leotard for the first time. Alison was dressed similarly. “Well, Jazz is in many ways similar to the ballet you’ve been learning. It’ll help you build more stamina and give you the confidence you need to rock those pumps in London!” She said “Let’s stretch out and I’ll show you how it all ties in together!”
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Arch, Contraction, Flat back, Hinge, Repeat
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Movements! Inverted knee, Jazz sit, Front splits, Repeat!
Splits!
“Holy shit Bri!” Alison exclaimed as the crotch of his leotard touched the ground. “You’re making huge progress in your flexibility!” Bri breathed a huge sign of relief that his equipment was well pushed up into his inguinal canal. He initially winced as he split towards the floor expecting a sharp pain, but instead he just felt a dull thud as he hit the floor. He was shocked at the sight of only one light brown leg and a single 3” heel in front of him! Alison was right and Bri was beaming with confidence because of it.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 08:07:13 PM »
The next morning, Brian slept in to nearly 800am. When he looked at the alarm clock he nearly panicked, until he saw his hands and he actually did! Holly hell he thought to himself, that wasn’t a dream! What the hell was I thinking?! I need to get to work! As Alison heard him start to wake up, she excitedly came into their bedroom, jumping on top of Brian. “Good morning, babe!” she exclaimed! Alison began to tease Brian and asked him if there was anything she could do to return the favor for all of his sacrifice. There was in fact one thing, and it turned out to be a great start to the day for both of them.
As Brian started the shower, he noticed that his “manly” scented soaps were missing. Alison slyly joined him and pointed out that hers were just as effective and probably had more fitting scents for a new and blossoming ballerina. After showering, Brian toweled off with Alison and started headed towards his dresser. “ummm where are you going?” Alison said as she held up a pair of white panties. Pointing towards his dresser Alison said “We need to clear that stuff out, because I need us focused on our show!” As she tossed Brian his panties, she fetched him another pair of ballet tights and shapewear bodysuit. As he pulled his undergarments on, she gave him a long sleeve black turtleneck leotard to wear for the day. Yesterday’s hoodie gave him a little warmth and modesty to cover up.
After a light and healthy breakfast, they headed down to their basement studio. Today would be all about basics. Alison knew it was going to be a grind to get him on pointe, but she believed it could be done in the time it would take her to write her show.
Stretching.
Alison Knew Brian wasn’t flexible, but she was determined to break him in like a good pair of pointe shoes. She knew he had it in him. Alison gave Brian his first round of instruction.
He needed to master the basics:
Stretches! Butterfly, Frog, Straddle, Repeat.
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Brian couldn’t believe how difficult of a workout this dancing stuff was and this was only day one. He actually began to appreciate how freely he could move about in the form fitting dancewear. While initially uncomfortable for him, the shapewear he had on under his leotard provided the support he needed. Keeping everything tucked up and away enabled him to push himself during stretches. Brian thought to himself, That Zooey was right, these tights really are a security blanket!
Exhausted from several hours of stretching and basics, Alison came and got Brian from their basement studio. While she appreciated his willingness to learn for her, she realized that he was accurate regarding their finances. While she initially was half joking about him taking over her online job, the more she thought about it the more she realized it wasn’t so bad of an idea after all. She showed him how to respond to messages, process refunds, and resolve problems for clients of the bank. Fortunately for both of them, Brian’s eager personality was perfectly suited for the job. Alison quickly realized that with Brian’s success in her remote job, she could apply to for a position with the dance department of her alma matter. If all went well, she could actually get paid to make her dreams come true.
Alison was impressed, Brian was able to successfully handle a day’s worth of service calls in only a few hours. But as with all goals, persistent practice is the key to success. So back down to the studio they went. As Brian pushed through the stretches, he noticed a radiating smile on Alison that he had not seen in years. It was that same smile he first fell in love with the night they first exchanged numbers. Brian stopped and said “Babe, you’re absolutely beaming right now, what’s up?” Alison nearly broke into tears of joy, the love of her life was willing to do whatever was necessary to be there for her and she knew it. Brian hugged her and said “Look, if you had told me that this is what I’d be doing and wearing a week ago, I would’ve laughed in your face. I’d do anything for you, if I have to make a change in careers and a change in clothes, so what? I’m still the same person!” With that Alison lost it, figuratively. She knew right then and there, that everything was going to be fine.
After such an eventful day, there was only one thing to do. Celebratory drinks on the town! This posed a whole new an unexpected set of circ-umstances for Brian. While tutus and slippers in the home was one thing, tutus and slippers in society was a whole different prospect. Alison quickly dismissed any notion of going dressed out as a ballerina. “Babe, as much as I would love to see you in a classical tutu day in and day out, you couldn’t even figure out how to sit down last night! A comfy sweaterdress and flats is all you’ll need!”
So back upstairs Brian went to get cleaned up and ready for his first girls’ night out! After getting cleaned up he exited the bathroom and was met by Alison. She had some black panties for him as well as some thick black tights. As Brian began to pull his tights up, he realized these were different. “uhh babe” he said “I think these are a size too small?” Alison laughed to herself “nope, sorry bud those are Spanx tights! They’re high waisted and come up to just under our bras for a smooth silhouette!” “Our what?” Brian said. “Our Bras!” she sarcastically replied. “You know the things that us girls wear to keep the twins in place? A bandeau? A brassiere? A boulder holder?” Alison joked. As Brian stood there confused; She realized that while she had been wearing bras her whole life, the concept was completely lost on Brian. Brian pulled the Spanx high waisted tights up to his chest and was impressed how much of his tummy was now held in.
“Here, let me help you!” as she slipped one of her front closure bras over Brian’s chest. After letting a bit of slack out of the straps, she was pleasantly surprised how well it fit. “Like your tights, this will just take a little getting used to!” as she snapped one of the straps across his shoulder. “Well, uhhh, what about these?” Brian stated as he slipped both of his hands between the bra’s empty cup and his chest. “Not to worry! I had these delivered today!” Alison exclaimed as she held up a bag with 2 silicone forms inside. “Oh my god!” Brian exclaimed! “Is that raw chicken?!” “No dumbass, that’s disgusting!” Alison jokingly retorted “These are for women who have needed a mastectomy, and well, for you.” Alison slipped the inserts into the empty cups giving Brian a very realistic figure. Even he was impressed with the results. Alison slyly smiled and even snuck a second peak at Brians new chest. “Were you just looking at my tits?!” Brian jokingly accused. Wide eyed, Alison shot back “I’m not even going to point out the irony of a man saying that to me!” “Man?! Quite the manly specimen here!” Brian joked as he gestured at his high waisted tights and now voluptuous bra. Both Brian and Alison were in a fit of laughter, tonight was going to be a good night!
Alison went to her closet and pulled out a simple light grey sweater dress. She knew it would be warm and comfortable for his first girls night out. Pulling the dress on, Alison snuck another look at Brian’s rear. “Did you also just look at my ass?” Brian joked. Alison smiled and said “Yep! Now lets get a move on, you don’t know how to do makeup yet so this is going to take us twice as long! No more joking around until we’re ready!” Much like the last night, there was a whole lot of foundation, a bunch of contour, and some blush. Some glitter around the eyes, a little mascara, and glossy pink lipstick completed the look. Alison plopped a simple brunette wig on his head and almost like magic, Brian was one of the gals! Alison handed him another box that had come in the post today, “What’s this?” he asked. “They’re Chelsea boots, they’ll look nicer than flats. I don’t need you breaking your ankle on a cobblestone street! Go put them on and I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” She said.
As Brian paced around the living room of their home, Alison came down in what seemed like an eternity later. Both Alison and Brian looked at each other approvingly. “Quick question, where do I put these?” Brian said as he held up his wallet and phone. “Damnit! Hold on!” Alison said as she went back upstairs, returning with a matching black coach purse. “If you break this” Alison stated. “You’ll what?” Brian interrupted “Dress me like a girl?!”
He was plenty warm, but he was definitely getting cold feet. The sun had set, yet he was still nervous. “Relaaaaax” Alison said “lets take a quick shot of vodka then do this!” “Ok” Brian agreed. “Salute!” they both said and out the door they went.
Brian felt immediately vulnerable as soon as he was outside. Alison found herself reassuring her man that it was just the world and he’d be fine. Suddenly, Brian found himself internalizing every woman’s daily fears of vulnerability, and there weren’t even any misogynistic men around harassing them! Alison very much was enjoying her role as a pillar of emotional support, as with every woman she had long since learned to cope with the shamelessness of society. While she was disgusted at the idea of actually wearing pants Alison told Brian “You know it’s kinda’ funny, I feel like I’m the one wearing the pants in this relationship right now”. Brian stopped and looked at the faint color of skin visible when he bent his knee as they walked. He then looked down at her shapely jet black legs and said “Is that because your tights are thicker or something?” Alison and Brian smiled adoringly at each other for the first of many times that night. It really was a good night!
As Brian started the shower, he noticed that his “manly” scented soaps were missing. Alison slyly joined him and pointed out that hers were just as effective and probably had more fitting scents for a new and blossoming ballerina. After showering, Brian toweled off with Alison and started headed towards his dresser. “ummm where are you going?” Alison said as she held up a pair of white panties. Pointing towards his dresser Alison said “We need to clear that stuff out, because I need us focused on our show!” As she tossed Brian his panties, she fetched him another pair of ballet tights and shapewear bodysuit. As he pulled his undergarments on, she gave him a long sleeve black turtleneck leotard to wear for the day. Yesterday’s hoodie gave him a little warmth and modesty to cover up.
After a light and healthy breakfast, they headed down to their basement studio. Today would be all about basics. Alison knew it was going to be a grind to get him on pointe, but she believed it could be done in the time it would take her to write her show.
Stretching.
Alison Knew Brian wasn’t flexible, but she was determined to break him in like a good pair of pointe shoes. She knew he had it in him. Alison gave Brian his first round of instruction.
He needed to master the basics:
Stretches! Butterfly, Frog, Straddle, Repeat.
Legs! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Stretches! Pike, Lunges, Leg hold, Repeat.
Arms! First position, Second position, Third position, Fourth position, Fifth position, Repeat.
Brian couldn’t believe how difficult of a workout this dancing stuff was and this was only day one. He actually began to appreciate how freely he could move about in the form fitting dancewear. While initially uncomfortable for him, the shapewear he had on under his leotard provided the support he needed. Keeping everything tucked up and away enabled him to push himself during stretches. Brian thought to himself, That Zooey was right, these tights really are a security blanket!
Exhausted from several hours of stretching and basics, Alison came and got Brian from their basement studio. While she appreciated his willingness to learn for her, she realized that he was accurate regarding their finances. While she initially was half joking about him taking over her online job, the more she thought about it the more she realized it wasn’t so bad of an idea after all. She showed him how to respond to messages, process refunds, and resolve problems for clients of the bank. Fortunately for both of them, Brian’s eager personality was perfectly suited for the job. Alison quickly realized that with Brian’s success in her remote job, she could apply to for a position with the dance department of her alma matter. If all went well, she could actually get paid to make her dreams come true.
Alison was impressed, Brian was able to successfully handle a day’s worth of service calls in only a few hours. But as with all goals, persistent practice is the key to success. So back down to the studio they went. As Brian pushed through the stretches, he noticed a radiating smile on Alison that he had not seen in years. It was that same smile he first fell in love with the night they first exchanged numbers. Brian stopped and said “Babe, you’re absolutely beaming right now, what’s up?” Alison nearly broke into tears of joy, the love of her life was willing to do whatever was necessary to be there for her and she knew it. Brian hugged her and said “Look, if you had told me that this is what I’d be doing and wearing a week ago, I would’ve laughed in your face. I’d do anything for you, if I have to make a change in careers and a change in clothes, so what? I’m still the same person!” With that Alison lost it, figuratively. She knew right then and there, that everything was going to be fine.
After such an eventful day, there was only one thing to do. Celebratory drinks on the town! This posed a whole new an unexpected set of circ-umstances for Brian. While tutus and slippers in the home was one thing, tutus and slippers in society was a whole different prospect. Alison quickly dismissed any notion of going dressed out as a ballerina. “Babe, as much as I would love to see you in a classical tutu day in and day out, you couldn’t even figure out how to sit down last night! A comfy sweaterdress and flats is all you’ll need!”
So back upstairs Brian went to get cleaned up and ready for his first girls’ night out! After getting cleaned up he exited the bathroom and was met by Alison. She had some black panties for him as well as some thick black tights. As Brian began to pull his tights up, he realized these were different. “uhh babe” he said “I think these are a size too small?” Alison laughed to herself “nope, sorry bud those are Spanx tights! They’re high waisted and come up to just under our bras for a smooth silhouette!” “Our what?” Brian said. “Our Bras!” she sarcastically replied. “You know the things that us girls wear to keep the twins in place? A bandeau? A brassiere? A boulder holder?” Alison joked. As Brian stood there confused; She realized that while she had been wearing bras her whole life, the concept was completely lost on Brian. Brian pulled the Spanx high waisted tights up to his chest and was impressed how much of his tummy was now held in.
“Here, let me help you!” as she slipped one of her front closure bras over Brian’s chest. After letting a bit of slack out of the straps, she was pleasantly surprised how well it fit. “Like your tights, this will just take a little getting used to!” as she snapped one of the straps across his shoulder. “Well, uhhh, what about these?” Brian stated as he slipped both of his hands between the bra’s empty cup and his chest. “Not to worry! I had these delivered today!” Alison exclaimed as she held up a bag with 2 silicone forms inside. “Oh my god!” Brian exclaimed! “Is that raw chicken?!” “No dumbass, that’s disgusting!” Alison jokingly retorted “These are for women who have needed a mastectomy, and well, for you.” Alison slipped the inserts into the empty cups giving Brian a very realistic figure. Even he was impressed with the results. Alison slyly smiled and even snuck a second peak at Brians new chest. “Were you just looking at my tits?!” Brian jokingly accused. Wide eyed, Alison shot back “I’m not even going to point out the irony of a man saying that to me!” “Man?! Quite the manly specimen here!” Brian joked as he gestured at his high waisted tights and now voluptuous bra. Both Brian and Alison were in a fit of laughter, tonight was going to be a good night!
Alison went to her closet and pulled out a simple light grey sweater dress. She knew it would be warm and comfortable for his first girls night out. Pulling the dress on, Alison snuck another look at Brian’s rear. “Did you also just look at my ass?” Brian joked. Alison smiled and said “Yep! Now lets get a move on, you don’t know how to do makeup yet so this is going to take us twice as long! No more joking around until we’re ready!” Much like the last night, there was a whole lot of foundation, a bunch of contour, and some blush. Some glitter around the eyes, a little mascara, and glossy pink lipstick completed the look. Alison plopped a simple brunette wig on his head and almost like magic, Brian was one of the gals! Alison handed him another box that had come in the post today, “What’s this?” he asked. “They’re Chelsea boots, they’ll look nicer than flats. I don’t need you breaking your ankle on a cobblestone street! Go put them on and I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” She said.
As Brian paced around the living room of their home, Alison came down in what seemed like an eternity later. Both Alison and Brian looked at each other approvingly. “Quick question, where do I put these?” Brian said as he held up his wallet and phone. “Damnit! Hold on!” Alison said as she went back upstairs, returning with a matching black coach purse. “If you break this” Alison stated. “You’ll what?” Brian interrupted “Dress me like a girl?!”
He was plenty warm, but he was definitely getting cold feet. The sun had set, yet he was still nervous. “Relaaaaax” Alison said “lets take a quick shot of vodka then do this!” “Ok” Brian agreed. “Salute!” they both said and out the door they went.
Brian felt immediately vulnerable as soon as he was outside. Alison found herself reassuring her man that it was just the world and he’d be fine. Suddenly, Brian found himself internalizing every woman’s daily fears of vulnerability, and there weren’t even any misogynistic men around harassing them! Alison very much was enjoying her role as a pillar of emotional support, as with every woman she had long since learned to cope with the shamelessness of society. While she was disgusted at the idea of actually wearing pants Alison told Brian “You know it’s kinda’ funny, I feel like I’m the one wearing the pants in this relationship right now”. Brian stopped and looked at the faint color of skin visible when he bent his knee as they walked. He then looked down at her shapely jet black legs and said “Is that because your tights are thicker or something?” Alison and Brian smiled adoringly at each other for the first of many times that night. It really was a good night!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 08:02:57 PM »
Alison dragged him to her huge walk-in closet. There she threw him a pair of white panties. She had seen enough reality TV to know how to effectively make his equipment a non-issue. After everything had been tucked away nicely, she gave him a pair of bright white footed dancers tights. Brian was almost in a state of shock, but he had given his word and reluctantly pulled his tights up and on as he had seen her done countless times over the years. While Brian and Alison were the same height, there was definitely a little bit of a weight difference. Alison had tried a viral shapewear bodysuit recently, she wondered if it would be just the fit to get Brian into Odette’s dress. Alison reached for the shapewear and gave it to him. She said “Now this may be a little tough to get on, but one it’s up you’ll be all wrapped up and ready to go!” With that Brian tugged at the ultra-tight garment and got it on. While Brian was uncomfortable with the unfamiliar tightness all around him, Alison was ecstatic!
As Alison lead Brian out of her closet, he finally worked up some more courage. He really needed to figure out what he had agreed to and how deep in he was. “So babe, how long is it going to take to write this choreography?” “To write?” She said “Who knows? Tchaikovsky took a year to write Sleeping Beauty and that runs for four hours!” Brian became concerned, he didn’t know the first thing about ballet other than what he had seen with Alison. Alison noticed the look of despair on his face and reassured him without escape “Babe, I really love you for agreeing to work on this with me. It might be some work, but you’re going to do great!”
Alison knew the most difficult part wasn’t going to be getting Brian into tights and the shapewear bodysuit he was currently wearing. She knew the hardest part was going to be getting him into Odette’s dress. She knew in her heart, if she could get him into the tutu, she could get him to go along with her developing plan. Alison grabbed a sleeping mask off her dresser as she led Brian back down to her studio where all of her costumes were. Once downstairs she told him kissed him passionately again and slipped the sleeping mask over his eyes. Alison knew she was playing to his guilt, but she was so close!
She quickly raced over to her storage closet and grabbed the same dress she had on in white, Odette’s dress! She had Brian step up into the dress and pulled it up on him. Fortunately, there was just enough stretch to get the dress over his waist and on. The classic white tutu faired out in all directions around him. Brian could feel the tulle “pancake” around him but could not see it yet because of the sleep mask. Allison fortunately had several slippers in Brian’s size and in multiple colors. She obviously chose a pink leather pair, which she slipped carefully onto his feet.
Alison thought about showing him right then and there, but she decided the shock would be lessened if she did his makeup before the big reveal. Alison led Brian out of her studio and told him they were headed back upstairs for a little more pampering. Looking down for the first time, Brian felt ridiculous. He knew he looked like a young man in a tutu and tights. He was having second thoughts. But how he could break his reservations to Alison without breaking her heart? He had to come up with something, quick!
Once back upstairs, Alison sat Brian down at her stool and got to work. Brian was amazed that while both of them were now wearing identical tutus, how effectively Alison worked around them! Alison gave Brian a heavy bit of contour around the cheekbones and sides of his nose. She put heavy blush on his cheeks, and gave him pink glittery eye shadow. Some similarly pink liquid lipstick completed the look. After a few hits of set spray, she got to work on his nails. Fortunately for Alison, she had become an expert on acrylic nails in her youth. In a relatively short time, his perfect, now French tipped fingers were under a UV light. Brian didn’t know it yet, but she had just sealed his fate as a girl for the next 6-8 weeks. Alison had a few wigs from over the years, she found him a simple brunette cut and affixed it to his head. All that was missing was Princess Odette’s tierra, which Alison knew could wait. The big reveal on the other hand, could not!
Alison decided that the only justice Brian’s look deserved, was in front of the large, full-length mirrors in her studio. So once again they headed back downstairs to take this whole crazy situation in. Once Brian entered the studio, he was absolutely gobsmacked at the girl looking back at him in the mirror. He was beautiful! Alison’s makeup made his face symmetrical and feminine. He was genuinely speechless.
Alison was enthralled!
She was incredibly turned on at how successfully she had turned her man into a woman, if even for a few minutes. She expected him to want to pull everything off, but Brian just stood there, watching himself in the most feminine costume possible. Alison decided to push her luck and go for broke. “So, you like it?” she said “I’ve always wanted another woman in my life, I just never expected it to be you!” Brian was flabbergasted, he stammered “But… I’m not a woman! I’m no girl, I don’t even know ballet. I feel ridiculous!” Alison grabbed Brian by his tightly encased waist and kissed him. She similarly had him put his hands around hers. Alison put her palm right on the spot where Brian’s equipment was tightly packaged and she cruelly whispered “I’ll teach you how to be a good girl, I want you dressed like this everyday and every night! I love you Brian, don’t you love me too?” Under all of his layers, Brian felt himself jump just a little bit. He didn’t know what came over him but he whispered “Anything for you babe, I love you too.”
Right then and there, Alison knew she had him right where she wanted him. “Alright babe, there’s a lot to catch you up on if you’re going to help me write the show of my dreams. We need to practice every day and every night until you’re proficient!” Alison was careful with her words and made sure she reenforced just how important this was to her. Brian’s face was a contorted look of feminine bewilderment, awe, and concern. Alison started to internally question if she was manipulating poor Brian into this situation, but she quickly dismissed the idea when he looked up and said “sure thing, whatever we need to do.”
“But babe” Brian began to question, “what about work? I mean, I have to work and provide for us? There’s a lot riding on my paycheck, and I sure as hell can’t go to the jobsite like this?!” Brian began to pace and started stammering “I mean…shit…look at me!?” Grabbing the edges of his classical tutu, he panicked “What the....”
Alison interrupted “Shhhhhhh! Bri, calm down! Firstly, you hate that job! To hell with that place and that prick of a boss! Call in sick, burn your hours, and resign! I’ll get you trained up with the bank; We always need new people and it’s completely from home. Annnnnd you won’t have to explain those perfect nails you’re sporting!” Brian dejectedly looked at his hands. “How the hell am I supposed to go out with these?!” Brian said with renewed and concerned excitement. “Don’t worry sweetie!” She said with a calming voice “We’ll get you looking pristine anytime we go out. You’ll be fine!”
Resigned to his situation Brian said “Well shit, I’ve got a few months sick and vacation time, I guess I’ll bleed that down. Do you actually think I could learn your job, isn’t that illegal?” Alison knew she could get him up to speed “Don’t worry about it babe.” Alison lovingly grabbed his waist, this time from behind. As she rested her chin on his shoulder she said “And plus, it’ll give you plenty of time to get used to wearing these” as she once again reached down and patted the smooth front where his equipment was tightly stored. She whispered “you’re the best babe!” Brian sighed knowing she was right. As he looked in the full length mirrors at the two of them dressed similarly, he felt himself once again jump just a little bit under his tights.
“Ok, so what now?” Brian said to her. “this is all new and totally different for me” as he gestured towards the outfit he was in.
“I think the big thing for you is getting used to what us girls wear in the studio. It’s a lot different than the gross, stiff clothes you used to wear” Alison said “Tights are a girl’s best friend, and they need to be yours too! Zooey Deschanel said tights are her security blanket. Like me, she wears them even when it’s over 40°C outside!” Brian looked at Alison concerned “So you want me to wear tights all the time?” he said. She replied “well yes; that and the bodysuit. I have a few for you, I’ll get a few more. It’ll help you fit into my, I mean our, clothes. Plus, you need to be totally used to wearing them so it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.” She continued “you’ll appreciate what I’m saying in time, think of it like a giant hug keeping you secure. Tights and shapewear really are a security blanket!” Brian wasn’t so sure.
“Ok, so what now?” Brian reiterated. Alison replied “I think this afternoon has been eventful enough. Let’s make dinner and just take it easy, maybe watch a rom-com? You just need to get used to your new wardrobe.” Brian knew he probably wasn’t getting out of his costume tonight, so he tried a different approach “yea, but aren’t these expensive?” “You bet!” Alison said “so you better not get anything on that dress! C’mon, let’s go upstairs and get you a hoodie. That’ll cover it up and keep you warm.” Dinner was uneventful, though Alison thought it was adorable watching poor Brian contend with the pancake tutu around him as he tried to sit in the chair. Similarly, she smiled to herself as Brian struggled to figure out that all he needed to do was pull his tutu up against his back in to get comfortable on the couch. Towards the end of the night, Brian called out of work. As he hung up the phone and looked at his nails, he wondered if or how he would ever see that jobsite again.
As Alison lead Brian out of her closet, he finally worked up some more courage. He really needed to figure out what he had agreed to and how deep in he was. “So babe, how long is it going to take to write this choreography?” “To write?” She said “Who knows? Tchaikovsky took a year to write Sleeping Beauty and that runs for four hours!” Brian became concerned, he didn’t know the first thing about ballet other than what he had seen with Alison. Alison noticed the look of despair on his face and reassured him without escape “Babe, I really love you for agreeing to work on this with me. It might be some work, but you’re going to do great!”
Alison knew the most difficult part wasn’t going to be getting Brian into tights and the shapewear bodysuit he was currently wearing. She knew the hardest part was going to be getting him into Odette’s dress. She knew in her heart, if she could get him into the tutu, she could get him to go along with her developing plan. Alison grabbed a sleeping mask off her dresser as she led Brian back down to her studio where all of her costumes were. Once downstairs she told him kissed him passionately again and slipped the sleeping mask over his eyes. Alison knew she was playing to his guilt, but she was so close!
She quickly raced over to her storage closet and grabbed the same dress she had on in white, Odette’s dress! She had Brian step up into the dress and pulled it up on him. Fortunately, there was just enough stretch to get the dress over his waist and on. The classic white tutu faired out in all directions around him. Brian could feel the tulle “pancake” around him but could not see it yet because of the sleep mask. Allison fortunately had several slippers in Brian’s size and in multiple colors. She obviously chose a pink leather pair, which she slipped carefully onto his feet.
Alison thought about showing him right then and there, but she decided the shock would be lessened if she did his makeup before the big reveal. Alison led Brian out of her studio and told him they were headed back upstairs for a little more pampering. Looking down for the first time, Brian felt ridiculous. He knew he looked like a young man in a tutu and tights. He was having second thoughts. But how he could break his reservations to Alison without breaking her heart? He had to come up with something, quick!
Once back upstairs, Alison sat Brian down at her stool and got to work. Brian was amazed that while both of them were now wearing identical tutus, how effectively Alison worked around them! Alison gave Brian a heavy bit of contour around the cheekbones and sides of his nose. She put heavy blush on his cheeks, and gave him pink glittery eye shadow. Some similarly pink liquid lipstick completed the look. After a few hits of set spray, she got to work on his nails. Fortunately for Alison, she had become an expert on acrylic nails in her youth. In a relatively short time, his perfect, now French tipped fingers were under a UV light. Brian didn’t know it yet, but she had just sealed his fate as a girl for the next 6-8 weeks. Alison had a few wigs from over the years, she found him a simple brunette cut and affixed it to his head. All that was missing was Princess Odette’s tierra, which Alison knew could wait. The big reveal on the other hand, could not!
Alison decided that the only justice Brian’s look deserved, was in front of the large, full-length mirrors in her studio. So once again they headed back downstairs to take this whole crazy situation in. Once Brian entered the studio, he was absolutely gobsmacked at the girl looking back at him in the mirror. He was beautiful! Alison’s makeup made his face symmetrical and feminine. He was genuinely speechless.
Alison was enthralled!
She was incredibly turned on at how successfully she had turned her man into a woman, if even for a few minutes. She expected him to want to pull everything off, but Brian just stood there, watching himself in the most feminine costume possible. Alison decided to push her luck and go for broke. “So, you like it?” she said “I’ve always wanted another woman in my life, I just never expected it to be you!” Brian was flabbergasted, he stammered “But… I’m not a woman! I’m no girl, I don’t even know ballet. I feel ridiculous!” Alison grabbed Brian by his tightly encased waist and kissed him. She similarly had him put his hands around hers. Alison put her palm right on the spot where Brian’s equipment was tightly packaged and she cruelly whispered “I’ll teach you how to be a good girl, I want you dressed like this everyday and every night! I love you Brian, don’t you love me too?” Under all of his layers, Brian felt himself jump just a little bit. He didn’t know what came over him but he whispered “Anything for you babe, I love you too.”
Right then and there, Alison knew she had him right where she wanted him. “Alright babe, there’s a lot to catch you up on if you’re going to help me write the show of my dreams. We need to practice every day and every night until you’re proficient!” Alison was careful with her words and made sure she reenforced just how important this was to her. Brian’s face was a contorted look of feminine bewilderment, awe, and concern. Alison started to internally question if she was manipulating poor Brian into this situation, but she quickly dismissed the idea when he looked up and said “sure thing, whatever we need to do.”
“But babe” Brian began to question, “what about work? I mean, I have to work and provide for us? There’s a lot riding on my paycheck, and I sure as hell can’t go to the jobsite like this?!” Brian began to pace and started stammering “I mean…shit…look at me!?” Grabbing the edges of his classical tutu, he panicked “What the....”
Alison interrupted “Shhhhhhh! Bri, calm down! Firstly, you hate that job! To hell with that place and that prick of a boss! Call in sick, burn your hours, and resign! I’ll get you trained up with the bank; We always need new people and it’s completely from home. Annnnnd you won’t have to explain those perfect nails you’re sporting!” Brian dejectedly looked at his hands. “How the hell am I supposed to go out with these?!” Brian said with renewed and concerned excitement. “Don’t worry sweetie!” She said with a calming voice “We’ll get you looking pristine anytime we go out. You’ll be fine!”
Resigned to his situation Brian said “Well shit, I’ve got a few months sick and vacation time, I guess I’ll bleed that down. Do you actually think I could learn your job, isn’t that illegal?” Alison knew she could get him up to speed “Don’t worry about it babe.” Alison lovingly grabbed his waist, this time from behind. As she rested her chin on his shoulder she said “And plus, it’ll give you plenty of time to get used to wearing these” as she once again reached down and patted the smooth front where his equipment was tightly stored. She whispered “you’re the best babe!” Brian sighed knowing she was right. As he looked in the full length mirrors at the two of them dressed similarly, he felt himself once again jump just a little bit under his tights.
“Ok, so what now?” Brian said to her. “this is all new and totally different for me” as he gestured towards the outfit he was in.
“I think the big thing for you is getting used to what us girls wear in the studio. It’s a lot different than the gross, stiff clothes you used to wear” Alison said “Tights are a girl’s best friend, and they need to be yours too! Zooey Deschanel said tights are her security blanket. Like me, she wears them even when it’s over 40°C outside!” Brian looked at Alison concerned “So you want me to wear tights all the time?” he said. She replied “well yes; that and the bodysuit. I have a few for you, I’ll get a few more. It’ll help you fit into my, I mean our, clothes. Plus, you need to be totally used to wearing them so it doesn’t feel uncomfortable.” She continued “you’ll appreciate what I’m saying in time, think of it like a giant hug keeping you secure. Tights and shapewear really are a security blanket!” Brian wasn’t so sure.
“Ok, so what now?” Brian reiterated. Alison replied “I think this afternoon has been eventful enough. Let’s make dinner and just take it easy, maybe watch a rom-com? You just need to get used to your new wardrobe.” Brian knew he probably wasn’t getting out of his costume tonight, so he tried a different approach “yea, but aren’t these expensive?” “You bet!” Alison said “so you better not get anything on that dress! C’mon, let’s go upstairs and get you a hoodie. That’ll cover it up and keep you warm.” Dinner was uneventful, though Alison thought it was adorable watching poor Brian contend with the pancake tutu around him as he tried to sit in the chair. Similarly, she smiled to herself as Brian struggled to figure out that all he needed to do was pull his tutu up against his back in to get comfortable on the couch. Towards the end of the night, Brian called out of work. As he hung up the phone and looked at his nails, he wondered if or how he would ever see that jobsite again.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 07:59:55 PM »
The first time Brian laid eyes on Alison; he was absolutely smitten! Brian had heard about this girl through a few mutual friends, but he had never met her until tonight. Alison was the textbook girly-girl, just the opposite of Brain. At 5'05, Brian was a short king but definitely had a case of Napoleon complex. He worked a job in the trades, ate red meat daily, and drank at the football matches with the boys every Saturday. He knew Alison was the one for him that very first night!
Alison was just the opposite. While she was the same height at Brian at 5'05, she was a petite woman that embodied all things femininity. Alison was genuinely unsure when or even if she had worn pants in her life, she had only ever worn skirts and dresses. Alison’s passions were dancing (especially ballet), theatre, and a night out with the girls! While in some ways she found herself attracted to men, Allison resisted toxic masculinity and general manliness as a whole. Alison was firmly in the feminist and Bi girl column, which absolutely sent Brian wild!
During their first meet-up with a couple mutual friends, Brian and Alison hit it off surprisingly well. Despite some of Brian's more masculine hobbies, there was a few good traits Alison found in him. Brian had in fact grown up with 3 sisters, he resisted the toxic political beliefs that some other men his age held. Brian was a cat-dad, like traveling the world, and seemed to be able to hold a conversation with her. All of these things were big wins for her. At the end of the night, they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Alison was half expecting Brian to try to “take her home”; which both she was appreciative that he didn't of but almost disappointed of at the same time!
The next day, Brian tried to play it cool. By noon he could wait no longer and sent Alison a text. “Hey! I had a lovely time last night and would like to see you again.” Allison immediately called him and the rest was history. Fast forward a few weeks, months, and years ahead; Brian and Allison are happily in a relationship, things are going great, and they move into their own home in the city together.
While Brian made good money doing trade work, he was always coming home to the house reeking of the days’ work and generally filthy. Brian had been doing trade work for years and it was beginning to take a toll on him, similarly the dirtiness and long hours of his job was beginning to bother Allison. Brian was so good to her, but he was always working or catching up with the guys at the pub. Allison was employed in a remote customer relations position for a massive banking firm which enabled her to work full time from home. It was relatively easy work, but it was oftentimes monotonous and she was beginning to yearn for something new. Alison was a strong feminist and felt that even though she was comfortable at home that she shouldn't be tied down there. The friends they had when they met had moved away to the suburbs with their kids. The separation and isolation began to take its toll on her.
While sitting at her desk on day, Alison’s mind began to wonder. She loved Brian, but did she really want to be in a relationship with this man? Alison knows Brian is infatuated with her, but was she infatuated with him? Alison began to realize that she wanted a woman in her life, someone soft, manicured, and clean. Somebody who shared her feminine passion for the stage and life. Alison found herself at a crossroad; should she hope that there’s contentment with her current life or make a change for her own well-being? But poor Alison kept reverting back to Brian’s kindness and genuine love for her.
Why couldn’t Brian be to woman of her dreams? All at once it hit her. Why couldn’t he? She knew the obvious answer, but times had changed. Maybe if only for a short time, Brian could be the woman of her dreams, she’d be able to find herself again. Maybe, but how? She chuckled at the thought, and let the idea drift off.
Alison had loved the stage since she was a little girl. She was a talented actress, dancer, and choreographer. Alison had Brian turn half of their basement into a small dance studio with everything she needed to dance as her heart desired. In this place she would retrace and re-dance the steps that won her accolades through her youth and into her college years. Those years in the spotlight and embodying her most feminine traits made her feel so fulfilled as a woman. Alison found herself wondering into her small studio. She was restless, lost in her thoughts, even confused. She didn’t know why, but she just had peace in her studio. There was a serenity in this room that would make all the world’s problems alright.
Alison found herself perusing through her stock of costumes. She had danced as Odette so many times in her life and it had made her so happy. Right then and there, she decided today would be different. She would spend the day on herself, in her studio, getting her mind clear.
When Brian arrived home, he could feel Tchaikovsky booming from all of the speakers in their home. Alison had spent hours getting herself dressed and began writing new choreography for the production she loved so dearly. Brian smiled to himself and went downstairs to greet his beloved Alison. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Alison sitting on the floor of her studio, in full costume, furiously scribbling down the choreographic sequences that were now flowing through her.
As soon as Alison noticed Brian, she enthusiastically ran to him dressed as Odile! Brian was in awe at how beautiful she looked. While she wore a cute black sweater on top, underneath he could see she was wearing an elaborate rhinestone covered classical tutu dress. She was wearing blackout tights, with black slippers. Her bold cat-eye eyeliner, black lipstick, and black fingernails was a striking look for the bubbly woman that he loved so dearly. Brian had seen Swan Lake with Alison many times in the past, but he had never imagined her as the Blackest of Swans.
“Brian! Get yourself cleaned up and back down here” Alison said, “I want to show you everything I’ve been working on today!” Brian was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiasm and was happy to oblige. “Let me head up, I’ll get cleaned up and I’ll be right down” Brian reassured her. As he headed upstairs, he heard Tchaikovsky being turned up again. After Brian got cleaned up, he threw on a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and headed down to the basement to show some support to everything Alison was doing.
As soon as Brian got into the studio Alison leapt up again and grabbed him, giving him a huge kiss. Enthusiastically, Alison started explaining all of the changes to the ballet she had made. Brian was familiar with the roles, but what Alison was explaining was totally different to everything he knew. She began to walk him through her studio explaining in detail everything that she had thought of. Brian was lost in her beauty and didn’t fully comprehend all of what she said.
“So will you help me?” she asked him.
“Alison, I would help you do anything! If this is what you need from me then so be it, Sure!”
Having no clue what he had just agreed to, Alison shrieked with excitement! “Ok”, she said. “When do you want to get started?!” Brian looked at her and said, “I guess there’s no time like the present, what do you have in mind?” “Oh everything! you’re the best Bri! Thank you!” Shaking with joy Alison grabbed Brian by the wrist and dragged him upstairs to their bathroom for whatever she had in mind.
Once upstairs Alison got to work. Brian was amazed at how effortlessly she got around with 14” of jet-black tulle radiating out from her in all directions. Immediately she got to work rubbing a warm towel around his face, gently exfoliating the few days stubble that had grown. Brian actually felt relaxed as she massaged his face. She told reassured him and told him to relax. Alison began to apply a thick, hot paste all around his face and neck. Alison got to work plucking and shaping his eyebrow. As the paste cooled, it started to tug on his facial hair.
“uhhh babe, whatever you put on my face is really starting to tug a lot. Can you wipe it off?” He said. Allison smiled through her black lipstick and said “babe, that’s hard wax. It doesn’t wipe off, it pulls off.” Brian’s eyes widened at the prospect of what she had just told him, with this revelation the gears in his head started turning. With a mischievous smile, Alison said “Pain is beauty!” before slowly and excruciatingly peeling off the mask from his face. This process left him with the same amount of facial hair as her, other than brows and lashes, None!
Brian was shooed towards the shower by her. “Take your clothes off, you’ll need to re-rinse.” Bewildered, Brian finally asked. “What is your production about? It’s just Swan Lake, The Pince and Baron don’t need all of this effort. Right?” Almost devilishly, Alison looked at him and said “The Prince and Baron? Shit, I had little intention of writing them into my show! This will be a rewrite! A retelling! This is my Wicked to Swan Lake! Think Elphaba to Odlie and Glinda to Odette! It’s Perfect!”
Confused Brian said “sooooooo who is the Prince? The Baron?” She said “I’m not writing them in yet; if at all.” Brian asked “So what do you need me for again?” She looked at him with pleading eyes “You said you’d be my Odette!” Similar to deja vu, Brian realized that in his infatuation with her beauty and outfit, she hadn’t been showing him a partner’s routine. She had been showing him a rival! A sister! Unwittingly, He had agreed to become her White Swan, He would be her Odette.
In a daze by her revelation, Alison handed Brian a bottle of strong depilatory cream. She instructed him to cover every inch of himself with the cream from the neck down. She told him “This is like an exfoliant! Better yet, this is like the soap you spray on the car to break up all the gunk! Leave it on for 5 minutes then spray it off! You’ll be showroom clean!” As the depilatory cream worked its magic, Brian became more and more uncomfortable. At 5 minutes, he could barely stand it! Alison smiled devilishly and told him “Ok, now rinse it off!” Brian was in shock! “Perfect!” Allison said “All that gunk gone!”
With the same excitement, Alison threw Brian a towel. Brian felt confused and almost dazed by how everything now felt. He was in fact “showroom new” as he had no hair anywhere! Alison came over with a bottle of moisturizer and jokingly told him “You need to apply this to your legs every time your tights come off!” Brian was confused by her statement but Alison continued “Arms, face, and body after every rinse. Hands need to be moisturized at the first sign of dryness. OK?”
Alison was just the opposite. While she was the same height at Brian at 5'05, she was a petite woman that embodied all things femininity. Alison was genuinely unsure when or even if she had worn pants in her life, she had only ever worn skirts and dresses. Alison’s passions were dancing (especially ballet), theatre, and a night out with the girls! While in some ways she found herself attracted to men, Allison resisted toxic masculinity and general manliness as a whole. Alison was firmly in the feminist and Bi girl column, which absolutely sent Brian wild!
During their first meet-up with a couple mutual friends, Brian and Alison hit it off surprisingly well. Despite some of Brian's more masculine hobbies, there was a few good traits Alison found in him. Brian had in fact grown up with 3 sisters, he resisted the toxic political beliefs that some other men his age held. Brian was a cat-dad, like traveling the world, and seemed to be able to hold a conversation with her. All of these things were big wins for her. At the end of the night, they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Alison was half expecting Brian to try to “take her home”; which both she was appreciative that he didn't of but almost disappointed of at the same time!
The next day, Brian tried to play it cool. By noon he could wait no longer and sent Alison a text. “Hey! I had a lovely time last night and would like to see you again.” Allison immediately called him and the rest was history. Fast forward a few weeks, months, and years ahead; Brian and Allison are happily in a relationship, things are going great, and they move into their own home in the city together.
While Brian made good money doing trade work, he was always coming home to the house reeking of the days’ work and generally filthy. Brian had been doing trade work for years and it was beginning to take a toll on him, similarly the dirtiness and long hours of his job was beginning to bother Allison. Brian was so good to her, but he was always working or catching up with the guys at the pub. Allison was employed in a remote customer relations position for a massive banking firm which enabled her to work full time from home. It was relatively easy work, but it was oftentimes monotonous and she was beginning to yearn for something new. Alison was a strong feminist and felt that even though she was comfortable at home that she shouldn't be tied down there. The friends they had when they met had moved away to the suburbs with their kids. The separation and isolation began to take its toll on her.
While sitting at her desk on day, Alison’s mind began to wonder. She loved Brian, but did she really want to be in a relationship with this man? Alison knows Brian is infatuated with her, but was she infatuated with him? Alison began to realize that she wanted a woman in her life, someone soft, manicured, and clean. Somebody who shared her feminine passion for the stage and life. Alison found herself at a crossroad; should she hope that there’s contentment with her current life or make a change for her own well-being? But poor Alison kept reverting back to Brian’s kindness and genuine love for her.
Why couldn’t Brian be to woman of her dreams? All at once it hit her. Why couldn’t he? She knew the obvious answer, but times had changed. Maybe if only for a short time, Brian could be the woman of her dreams, she’d be able to find herself again. Maybe, but how? She chuckled at the thought, and let the idea drift off.
Alison had loved the stage since she was a little girl. She was a talented actress, dancer, and choreographer. Alison had Brian turn half of their basement into a small dance studio with everything she needed to dance as her heart desired. In this place she would retrace and re-dance the steps that won her accolades through her youth and into her college years. Those years in the spotlight and embodying her most feminine traits made her feel so fulfilled as a woman. Alison found herself wondering into her small studio. She was restless, lost in her thoughts, even confused. She didn’t know why, but she just had peace in her studio. There was a serenity in this room that would make all the world’s problems alright.
Alison found herself perusing through her stock of costumes. She had danced as Odette so many times in her life and it had made her so happy. Right then and there, she decided today would be different. She would spend the day on herself, in her studio, getting her mind clear.
When Brian arrived home, he could feel Tchaikovsky booming from all of the speakers in their home. Alison had spent hours getting herself dressed and began writing new choreography for the production she loved so dearly. Brian smiled to himself and went downstairs to greet his beloved Alison. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Alison sitting on the floor of her studio, in full costume, furiously scribbling down the choreographic sequences that were now flowing through her.
As soon as Alison noticed Brian, she enthusiastically ran to him dressed as Odile! Brian was in awe at how beautiful she looked. While she wore a cute black sweater on top, underneath he could see she was wearing an elaborate rhinestone covered classical tutu dress. She was wearing blackout tights, with black slippers. Her bold cat-eye eyeliner, black lipstick, and black fingernails was a striking look for the bubbly woman that he loved so dearly. Brian had seen Swan Lake with Alison many times in the past, but he had never imagined her as the Blackest of Swans.
“Brian! Get yourself cleaned up and back down here” Alison said, “I want to show you everything I’ve been working on today!” Brian was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiasm and was happy to oblige. “Let me head up, I’ll get cleaned up and I’ll be right down” Brian reassured her. As he headed upstairs, he heard Tchaikovsky being turned up again. After Brian got cleaned up, he threw on a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and headed down to the basement to show some support to everything Alison was doing.
As soon as Brian got into the studio Alison leapt up again and grabbed him, giving him a huge kiss. Enthusiastically, Alison started explaining all of the changes to the ballet she had made. Brian was familiar with the roles, but what Alison was explaining was totally different to everything he knew. She began to walk him through her studio explaining in detail everything that she had thought of. Brian was lost in her beauty and didn’t fully comprehend all of what she said.
“So will you help me?” she asked him.
“Alison, I would help you do anything! If this is what you need from me then so be it, Sure!”
Having no clue what he had just agreed to, Alison shrieked with excitement! “Ok”, she said. “When do you want to get started?!” Brian looked at her and said, “I guess there’s no time like the present, what do you have in mind?” “Oh everything! you’re the best Bri! Thank you!” Shaking with joy Alison grabbed Brian by the wrist and dragged him upstairs to their bathroom for whatever she had in mind.
Once upstairs Alison got to work. Brian was amazed at how effortlessly she got around with 14” of jet-black tulle radiating out from her in all directions. Immediately she got to work rubbing a warm towel around his face, gently exfoliating the few days stubble that had grown. Brian actually felt relaxed as she massaged his face. She told reassured him and told him to relax. Alison began to apply a thick, hot paste all around his face and neck. Alison got to work plucking and shaping his eyebrow. As the paste cooled, it started to tug on his facial hair.
“uhhh babe, whatever you put on my face is really starting to tug a lot. Can you wipe it off?” He said. Allison smiled through her black lipstick and said “babe, that’s hard wax. It doesn’t wipe off, it pulls off.” Brian’s eyes widened at the prospect of what she had just told him, with this revelation the gears in his head started turning. With a mischievous smile, Alison said “Pain is beauty!” before slowly and excruciatingly peeling off the mask from his face. This process left him with the same amount of facial hair as her, other than brows and lashes, None!
Brian was shooed towards the shower by her. “Take your clothes off, you’ll need to re-rinse.” Bewildered, Brian finally asked. “What is your production about? It’s just Swan Lake, The Pince and Baron don’t need all of this effort. Right?” Almost devilishly, Alison looked at him and said “The Prince and Baron? Shit, I had little intention of writing them into my show! This will be a rewrite! A retelling! This is my Wicked to Swan Lake! Think Elphaba to Odlie and Glinda to Odette! It’s Perfect!”
Confused Brian said “sooooooo who is the Prince? The Baron?” She said “I’m not writing them in yet; if at all.” Brian asked “So what do you need me for again?” She looked at him with pleading eyes “You said you’d be my Odette!” Similar to deja vu, Brian realized that in his infatuation with her beauty and outfit, she hadn’t been showing him a partner’s routine. She had been showing him a rival! A sister! Unwittingly, He had agreed to become her White Swan, He would be her Odette.
In a daze by her revelation, Alison handed Brian a bottle of strong depilatory cream. She instructed him to cover every inch of himself with the cream from the neck down. She told him “This is like an exfoliant! Better yet, this is like the soap you spray on the car to break up all the gunk! Leave it on for 5 minutes then spray it off! You’ll be showroom clean!” As the depilatory cream worked its magic, Brian became more and more uncomfortable. At 5 minutes, he could barely stand it! Alison smiled devilishly and told him “Ok, now rinse it off!” Brian was in shock! “Perfect!” Allison said “All that gunk gone!”
With the same excitement, Alison threw Brian a towel. Brian felt confused and almost dazed by how everything now felt. He was in fact “showroom new” as he had no hair anywhere! Alison came over with a bottle of moisturizer and jokingly told him “You need to apply this to your legs every time your tights come off!” Brian was confused by her statement but Alison continued “Arms, face, and body after every rinse. Hands need to be moisturized at the first sign of dryness. OK?”
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Active Sissy Stories / The Swan
« Last post by Norm43 on November 03, 2024, 07:53:37 PM »
I have always loved the realistic stories of feminism and petticoat punishment on this page. I have drawn inspiration from authors such as sissyboy1212 (especially Clarissa) and DaraJaney (Lockdown and Left Behind are my favorites). While I've thought about this storyline for a while, This one took me a few weeks to figure out. At 8000 words, it's short compared to some of the stories on here! I left it open ended if there's a consensus to keep it going.
I hope to see more stories from all of you soon!
I hope to see more stories from all of you soon!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Proud Mommy
« Last post by Tiny Johnny on November 02, 2024, 08:15:31 PM »
Chapter 10
I was laid on my blanket in the grass with the other two infants. Aunt Beth put my pacifier back in and turned on some nursery music. She began to blow bubbles above us as twinkle twinkle little star played. She and her helpers encouraged us to reach and try to catch them.
We all were reaching up. As some of them came down on us, I clapped and caught one. I could hear Mommy shouting "That one is my little sissy girl! Good job widdle sissy baby. Catch the bubble wubbles for us." She was laughing along with everyone as they watched us.
I could hear them talking about me while I laid on the blanket and started crying. "How old is she?" "She just turned 18 months." "Is she walking yet?" "Oh no, she still crawls" "She must have a lot of cute outfits" "She sure does and when she gets a little older, my sister said she has some hand me downs from her little girls to give me for her." and on and on.
When the bubbles were done, they put us in the ball pit that was out back. It was only a short sided pit with polka dots on the material. We had to crawl around and play together. When I didn't want to do it I tried to get out but Aunt Beth directed me back. "Play nice babies. No wandering around widdle sissy. Play with the balls."
Everyone was pointing and laughing as Aunt Beth put a ball in my hand and told me to try to toss it. She then had me lay down and she started to put the balls on top of me in a pile. "That's a good baby girl, now Peek-a-Boo I see you baby girl!" Her helpers were doing the same with the other infants.
After about 15 minutes of that, Aunt Beth sent one of her helpers inside. When she returned, she was carrying bottles for all three of us. Each of our names was on our own bottle. The two others were given their bottles to hold. Not me, Aunt Beth sat me in her lap and fed me mine, cradling my head near her chest and holding the bottle like it was her bre-ast.
"Awwww, look at how sweet. Su-cky, Su-cky sissy girl. Look at those big girls over there holding their own babas." I was mortified when I realized that came from my wife's mom's voice, who had arrived on the other side of the fence to watch and tease me.
Aunt Beth saw her arrive and stopped feeding me. She held my wrist and shook it "Say Hewwos to nana widdle girl. I am sure she is so happy and proud to see her widdle sissy girl. I think I will let her feed you the rest of your baba. Wouldn't that be a nice treat for her!" I was soon being bottle fed the same way by my mother-in-law. She made silly faces at me when she wasn't talking to everyone else.
When the bottle was done, she sat me up, put a towel on her shoulder and patted my back to burp me. When I finally did she had a big smile. "Probably time for little girls nap. Let me help put her down!"
I was laid on my blanket in the grass with the other two infants. Aunt Beth put my pacifier back in and turned on some nursery music. She began to blow bubbles above us as twinkle twinkle little star played. She and her helpers encouraged us to reach and try to catch them.
We all were reaching up. As some of them came down on us, I clapped and caught one. I could hear Mommy shouting "That one is my little sissy girl! Good job widdle sissy baby. Catch the bubble wubbles for us." She was laughing along with everyone as they watched us.
I could hear them talking about me while I laid on the blanket and started crying. "How old is she?" "She just turned 18 months." "Is she walking yet?" "Oh no, she still crawls" "She must have a lot of cute outfits" "She sure does and when she gets a little older, my sister said she has some hand me downs from her little girls to give me for her." and on and on.
When the bubbles were done, they put us in the ball pit that was out back. It was only a short sided pit with polka dots on the material. We had to crawl around and play together. When I didn't want to do it I tried to get out but Aunt Beth directed me back. "Play nice babies. No wandering around widdle sissy. Play with the balls."
Everyone was pointing and laughing as Aunt Beth put a ball in my hand and told me to try to toss it. She then had me lay down and she started to put the balls on top of me in a pile. "That's a good baby girl, now Peek-a-Boo I see you baby girl!" Her helpers were doing the same with the other infants.
After about 15 minutes of that, Aunt Beth sent one of her helpers inside. When she returned, she was carrying bottles for all three of us. Each of our names was on our own bottle. The two others were given their bottles to hold. Not me, Aunt Beth sat me in her lap and fed me mine, cradling my head near her chest and holding the bottle like it was her bre-ast.
"Awwww, look at how sweet. Su-cky, Su-cky sissy girl. Look at those big girls over there holding their own babas." I was mortified when I realized that came from my wife's mom's voice, who had arrived on the other side of the fence to watch and tease me.
Aunt Beth saw her arrive and stopped feeding me. She held my wrist and shook it "Say Hewwos to nana widdle girl. I am sure she is so happy and proud to see her widdle sissy girl. I think I will let her feed you the rest of your baba. Wouldn't that be a nice treat for her!" I was soon being bottle fed the same way by my mother-in-law. She made silly faces at me when she wasn't talking to everyone else.
When the bottle was done, she sat me up, put a towel on her shoulder and patted my back to burp me. When I finally did she had a big smile. "Probably time for little girls nap. Let me help put her down!"
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Pink Panties
« Last post by gunrunner on October 19, 2024, 10:21:38 PM »
I've been away for a while, so it was wonderful to return and find these updates. Thank you for continuing your story. I hope you continue to update.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Peter's Cotton Tale
« Last post by Drooping on October 19, 2024, 05:34:46 PM »
Part 4.
Marissa could see the shock and horror written all over Peter’s stammering red face.
“Gee, little Peter… did you forget to lock the door?”
Her friends exploded in laughter, “Oh my gawd”
Peter felt like the world was spinning around him. One of the girls moved for the stall door and snatched the bunny onesie off the coat hanger hook.
Marissa rolled her eyes, “Wow, he puts on one diaper and suddenly he can’t change by himself…”
The girl in the tight black cat costume strode up to Peter and grabbed the front waistband of Peter’s oversized pink diaper, her manicured fingers curling around the crinkling fabric. Peter squeaked as she pulled forward, leading him waddling out of the stall. His feet stumbled to keep up with her. He could feel the bulk of the diaper shifting awkwardly with each forced step, the thick padding rubbing against his inner thighs in the most humiliating way imaginable.
“Come on, baby,” the girl purred mockingly, her grip tight on the diaper’s waistband as she continued to pull him out into the open. “Let’s give everyone a better look at your big fat diaper.”
Marissa walked around him in a circle, giving him a once-over. “Oh wow… Look at your diaper, Peter. It’s so thick you can’t really walk… you have to waddle.”
Peter was stunned, his head was spinning so much from the humiliation he couldn’t even form a response. The feeling of the girl’s fingers curled around the waistband of his diaper was intoxicating and made his knees feel weak.
Marissa continued, “I think it suits you, Peter. Big, puffy, and oh-so-obvious. Everyone will know exactly what you are… a big diaper baby.”
As if to punctuate her friend’s statement, the girl in the cat costume suddenly let go of his waistband and gave his padded bottom a firm slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by another chorus of laughter.
The force of the slap sent Peter tumbling forward, his knees buckling beneath him. With a thud, he fell onto all fours, the thick diaper cushioning his fall but amplifying the humiliation tenfold. The crinkling of the diaper rang in his ears as he lay there, frozen in place, the girls’ laughing and circling him like hyenas.
His face burned with shame, and he instinctively tried to scramble back up, but before he could, Marissa’s foot pressed down firmly on his back, pinning him in place.
“Aww, look at the little bunny,” Marissa cooed mockingly, pushing Peter back down onto all fours. “Maybe this is where you belong, crawling around on the floor in a big diaper like the baby you are.”
The tile floor was cold as Peter was stuck on all fours, under Marissa’s foot. He shuffled and wiggled but all that amounted to was the humiliating crinkling of his swaddling diaper. He was not getting off his hands and knees without her say-so.
The girls laughed at the sight of his big, ballooned out diaper bottom, bouncing awkwardly as he struggled under Marissa’s foot.
“Please,” blurted Peter, he was at her mercy. Marissa had single handedly kept him on the ground and there were two other girls standing by if he tried anything.
Marissa rolled her eyes, “You really want off the floor that bad, baby?”
She gestured to her friend who tossed her the bunny onesie. Marissa held up the humiliating garment so Peter could see it clearly as he looked up from the ground. The baby blue onesie with the tight hood and floppy bunny ears. She even turned it around and shook it so he could see the softball sized cottontail bounce around.
“If you were back in your baby bunny onesie, I suppose you could stand up and hop,” she had an annoyed tone, like she was really doing him a favor, “Get up.”
She took her foot off Peter’s back and her two friends grabbed him by the armpits and stood him up. Once again Peter found himself in an awkward, wide legged squat due to the bulk of his diaper. Peter was stunned as Marissa positioned the onesie at his feet and had him step into it.
As the bunny suit was brought up and over his comically oversized diaper, all three girls took part in stretching and squeezing him into it. With the fabric over his diaper, they zipped up the back, making Peter squirm. The tight hood encased his head and framed his face, the floppy bunny ears shifting around.
The girls couldn’t help but burst into giggles, seeing how the bulk of his big padded diaper looked under the bunny onesie.The tight, clinging fabric highlighted the big, bubble shape of his bottom. As he squirmed in place, the cottontail wagged up and down.
Peter opened his mouth to protest but Marissa was at the ready with an oversized, glittery pacifier that read “DIAPER BUNNY” in bubble letters on the front. She dismissively plugged his mouth and held the pacifier in place with her index finger.
Peter balled his fists and stamped his feet but the pacifier stayed in.
Marissa then took Peter by his shoulders and turned him towards the long bathroom mirrors. His heart sank as he took in his appearance, the ridiculous bunny suit, bulging around the crotch with his oversized diaper underneath… and now a glittery pacifier.
She bent down and stage whispered in Peter’s ear, “Now I want you to do something very important. I want you to do your bunny hops right up to the mirror, and make a wish.”
Her friends were doubled over laughing at how condescending she was being to him, talking to him like a child. Peter’s face was bright red as Marissa straightened his bunny ears and gave his bottom a firm pat. “Go on, diaper bunny, hop hop!”
He reluctantly began to bounce. Each hop felt more humiliating than the last, the thick padding forcing his legs apart and making him look even more like a fool. He reached the mirror and could now clearly see his face and the glittering pacifier. Marissa was standing behind him with a devilish grin. He felt foolish doing so but he played along and desperately wished that he would get out of this nightmare!
Marissa reached around him and hooked her finger around the ring of the pacifier in his mouth.
She mockingly asked, “Now, bunny boy… do you believe in magic?”
Before Peter could respond she plucked the pacifier from his mouth with a loud PLOP.
And that’s when he saw it—comically large buck teeth, protruding from his mouth like an absurd cartoon character.
The girls erupted into fresh waves of laughter, clutching their stomachs at the sight. “This is perfect!” the girl in the cat costume exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with delight. “A big, diaper-wearing bunny with teeth to match!”
Tears of humiliation started to run down his cheeks, Peter could hardly believe what he was seeing. Marissa patted his head, “Our very own Peter Cottontail”
[to be continued...🐇 leave a comment if you are hopping along 🐇]
Marissa could see the shock and horror written all over Peter’s stammering red face.
“Gee, little Peter… did you forget to lock the door?”
Her friends exploded in laughter, “Oh my gawd”
Peter felt like the world was spinning around him. One of the girls moved for the stall door and snatched the bunny onesie off the coat hanger hook.
Marissa rolled her eyes, “Wow, he puts on one diaper and suddenly he can’t change by himself…”
The girl in the tight black cat costume strode up to Peter and grabbed the front waistband of Peter’s oversized pink diaper, her manicured fingers curling around the crinkling fabric. Peter squeaked as she pulled forward, leading him waddling out of the stall. His feet stumbled to keep up with her. He could feel the bulk of the diaper shifting awkwardly with each forced step, the thick padding rubbing against his inner thighs in the most humiliating way imaginable.
“Come on, baby,” the girl purred mockingly, her grip tight on the diaper’s waistband as she continued to pull him out into the open. “Let’s give everyone a better look at your big fat diaper.”
Marissa walked around him in a circle, giving him a once-over. “Oh wow… Look at your diaper, Peter. It’s so thick you can’t really walk… you have to waddle.”
Peter was stunned, his head was spinning so much from the humiliation he couldn’t even form a response. The feeling of the girl’s fingers curled around the waistband of his diaper was intoxicating and made his knees feel weak.
Marissa continued, “I think it suits you, Peter. Big, puffy, and oh-so-obvious. Everyone will know exactly what you are… a big diaper baby.”
As if to punctuate her friend’s statement, the girl in the cat costume suddenly let go of his waistband and gave his padded bottom a firm slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by another chorus of laughter.
The force of the slap sent Peter tumbling forward, his knees buckling beneath him. With a thud, he fell onto all fours, the thick diaper cushioning his fall but amplifying the humiliation tenfold. The crinkling of the diaper rang in his ears as he lay there, frozen in place, the girls’ laughing and circling him like hyenas.
His face burned with shame, and he instinctively tried to scramble back up, but before he could, Marissa’s foot pressed down firmly on his back, pinning him in place.
“Aww, look at the little bunny,” Marissa cooed mockingly, pushing Peter back down onto all fours. “Maybe this is where you belong, crawling around on the floor in a big diaper like the baby you are.”
The tile floor was cold as Peter was stuck on all fours, under Marissa’s foot. He shuffled and wiggled but all that amounted to was the humiliating crinkling of his swaddling diaper. He was not getting off his hands and knees without her say-so.
The girls laughed at the sight of his big, ballooned out diaper bottom, bouncing awkwardly as he struggled under Marissa’s foot.
“Please,” blurted Peter, he was at her mercy. Marissa had single handedly kept him on the ground and there were two other girls standing by if he tried anything.
Marissa rolled her eyes, “You really want off the floor that bad, baby?”
She gestured to her friend who tossed her the bunny onesie. Marissa held up the humiliating garment so Peter could see it clearly as he looked up from the ground. The baby blue onesie with the tight hood and floppy bunny ears. She even turned it around and shook it so he could see the softball sized cottontail bounce around.
“If you were back in your baby bunny onesie, I suppose you could stand up and hop,” she had an annoyed tone, like she was really doing him a favor, “Get up.”
She took her foot off Peter’s back and her two friends grabbed him by the armpits and stood him up. Once again Peter found himself in an awkward, wide legged squat due to the bulk of his diaper. Peter was stunned as Marissa positioned the onesie at his feet and had him step into it.
As the bunny suit was brought up and over his comically oversized diaper, all three girls took part in stretching and squeezing him into it. With the fabric over his diaper, they zipped up the back, making Peter squirm. The tight hood encased his head and framed his face, the floppy bunny ears shifting around.
The girls couldn’t help but burst into giggles, seeing how the bulk of his big padded diaper looked under the bunny onesie.The tight, clinging fabric highlighted the big, bubble shape of his bottom. As he squirmed in place, the cottontail wagged up and down.
Peter opened his mouth to protest but Marissa was at the ready with an oversized, glittery pacifier that read “DIAPER BUNNY” in bubble letters on the front. She dismissively plugged his mouth and held the pacifier in place with her index finger.
Peter balled his fists and stamped his feet but the pacifier stayed in.
Marissa then took Peter by his shoulders and turned him towards the long bathroom mirrors. His heart sank as he took in his appearance, the ridiculous bunny suit, bulging around the crotch with his oversized diaper underneath… and now a glittery pacifier.
She bent down and stage whispered in Peter’s ear, “Now I want you to do something very important. I want you to do your bunny hops right up to the mirror, and make a wish.”
Her friends were doubled over laughing at how condescending she was being to him, talking to him like a child. Peter’s face was bright red as Marissa straightened his bunny ears and gave his bottom a firm pat. “Go on, diaper bunny, hop hop!”
He reluctantly began to bounce. Each hop felt more humiliating than the last, the thick padding forcing his legs apart and making him look even more like a fool. He reached the mirror and could now clearly see his face and the glittering pacifier. Marissa was standing behind him with a devilish grin. He felt foolish doing so but he played along and desperately wished that he would get out of this nightmare!
Marissa reached around him and hooked her finger around the ring of the pacifier in his mouth.
She mockingly asked, “Now, bunny boy… do you believe in magic?”
Before Peter could respond she plucked the pacifier from his mouth with a loud PLOP.
And that’s when he saw it—comically large buck teeth, protruding from his mouth like an absurd cartoon character.
The girls erupted into fresh waves of laughter, clutching their stomachs at the sight. “This is perfect!” the girl in the cat costume exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with delight. “A big, diaper-wearing bunny with teeth to match!”
Tears of humiliation started to run down his cheeks, Peter could hardly believe what he was seeing. Marissa patted his head, “Our very own Peter Cottontail”
[to be continued...🐇 leave a comment if you are hopping along 🐇]
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« Last post by sissybaby34 on October 19, 2024, 03:07:34 AM »
I am really enjoying this! Can't wait to see what else they make him do.
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