A Sissy is Born

[mikeh1993]

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[Princess PowderPuff]

18 B. TEA TIME FOR TODDLERS    continued

Daisy whimpered from behind her pacifier before bursting into tears again. He had never cried like this since he was at elementary school. It was hardly surprising given the change in her lifestyle was radical to say the least though traumatic might be a better description and she was having difficulty in coming to terms the dramatic changes that befell her. On the other hand his mother was delighted with all the tears and was pleased to see her son working so hard to stay in character as an oversized little girl as she embraced her new lifestyle whilst coming to terms with all the limitations it pressed upon her.

His world of male privilege had disappeared from under him. She was feeling very self conscious trapped in her highchair unable to make her escape, but the real hilarity started when her mother began fitting a rigid moulded plastic bib like tray around his neck. It had a stiff tall stand collar which closed at the back of his neck with heavy duty popper fastenings. The rounded plastic bib which served to protect his dress from spillages fastened to the inner edge of the highchairs' table with more sturdy poppers set above the trough at its bottom edge devised to catch any drips and dribbles and other accidents a toddler might have with his food.

"How's that, does that feel good?" His mother enquired. He was horrified at how well he was fastened in he didn’t even have enough freedom to wriggle. Houdini would have had a hard time escaping from the damned thing. It reminded him so much of his car seat he was fastened into to come home. Just how was he expected to feed himself like this he wanted to know all strapped down and helpless unless she was going to feed him a spoonful at a time but at least his mouth would be free and he could try to reason with her between bites. The thought sickened him she really was trying to turn him into a baby and no doubt she would make sure he had accidents with his food and end up wearing most of it spread around his mouth and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it except get used to it. His defiance was not limitless so he was going to have to break free from his humiliations pretty soon before they devised a routine for him whereby he was supervised every step of the way and thwarting any chance of escape. But even if he managed to escape what then? He wondered. He would still be in the house surrounded by people eager to see him returned to his infantile state. He slumped against his restraints in his elevated position above the dining room table high enough to pass as an umpire at a tennis match and where he could look his mother directly in the eye.

"Now Powder-Puff I'm going to remove your pacifier and swap it for your feeding gag." He didn’t like the sound of that at all. "I don’t want to hear a peep from you understand? Or mommy will be forced to put your pacifier back in and you won't get any tea. Now open wide."

Daisy didn't need to open wide, her mouth already was. Her mother would have liked to think it was through his own enthusiasm to be the perfect toddler for her and eagerness to show what a good little girl she was being for her mommy but the fact was that since her introduction to her pacifier that morning her mouth had always been forced wide apart for pretty much for the whole day quite uncomfortably so and now that his muscles had stiffened it was held open so he was 'feeding gag ready' if not eager to receive the implement into his mouth.

It couldn’t be any worse than the more recent occupant of his oral cavity could it? But no sooner than his pacifier was removed he tried to open a dialogue with his mother which much to his horror failed spectacularly. His jaw was stiff and wouldn't work he began trying to chewing air in a bid to exercise the stiffness out but by the time he had worked some movement into his jaw the feeding gag was being offered up to him which he forced to accept. If this was what a day with a pacifier in his mouth did to him just what was he going to be like after 6 weeks of constant usage? It was a scary thought.

The feeding gag was not dissimilar to her pacifier but instead of a pen-is shaped shaft there was a wide stubby pipe. Before he had chance to make a verbal protest his mother fastened in place with adjustable rubber straps pulled tightly around the back of his head and neck. Having done with his moose impression he shook his head vigorously from side to side to rid his mouth of the thing. He still couldn’t speak but he could offer vocal complaints by hooting like an owl as he continued to shake his head angrily. His brother and sister couldn’t help but burst out laughing at him, he sounded like he was having such fun enjoying all his new baby experiences which provided them with constant entertainment.

"He really does seem to be getting into the spirit of all things baby, doesn't he?"

"I actually thought he would have been more trouble to get him to this stage but he has been remarkably cooperative overall."

She plugged the contraption on the back of his chair into the mains electric and listened to the compressor hum into life as it vibrated gently whilst it charged the pressure vessel. His two siblings were sat at the table and tucked into their meal as it was placed before them. But Daisy's meal was tipped into the blender where it was rendered into a very uninviting paste

The blender was scraped clean and every morsel was transferred to his feeding bottle which was hung up like an 'iv' drip from the back of his chair. With pipe work attached she opened the valve connecting the feeding bottle to the pressure vessel and waited to see if it could fulfil its promise of mess free feeding. The compressed air from the feeding bottle slowly moved the sausage of his paste like meal down the tube and into his mouth.

He had a choice choke or swallow. He chose to swallow like a good little girl and ate the whole of his meal without incident apart from the humour he was causing amongst his family as he struggled with his feeding gag. Daisy was particularly unimpressed when he realised that he would be taking all his meals this way in future.   

His dessert was fed to him in exactly the same way as it chugged its way down the tube into his mouth where he found it took all his concentration to swallow his food without choking.

Throughout the whole of the meal he was constantly struggling against his restraints in the hopes of breaking free from his high chair but they were made with recalcitrant children in mind so they were sturdy enough to cope with the most determined efforts from their users.

Over dinner Daisy's mother took the opportunity to bring Rachael and Jonathon up to date with all Daisy's adventures. They found themselves laughing so much they had tears running down their cheeks as Daisy wriggled an unwilling guest and captive in her high chair, she felt cheated of her freedom and was not happy about having his humiliations of the day being shared at his expense with his brother and sister for family entertainment.

His mother took great delight in recounting his adventures describing in intimate detail his joy at being able to choose the clothes he intended to wear home, his very first sissy outfit, and the care and attention he put into picking the perfect romper for a boy embarking on a future as a sissy toddler, because he deserved the frilliest attached panties available to create the best impression. How he begged to be a Little Miss Muffet's sissy so he wouldn't be mistaken for a boy in a dress but wanted instead to be seen as an enthusiastic career sissy. Then she recounted his progress through the mall and bumping into Irene Craddock who was so impressed by David's commitment she bought him his playpen, his crib and also his high chair so he could even take all his meals just like a real toddler and could devote himself to the maximum exposure in his nappies. Now he could eat sleep and play toddler and there would be no necessity for her to return to her former self at all for the summer, which will allow Powder-Puff the wonderful opportunity to wear some of this seasons sublime sissy fashions for day wear as well as sleepwear, and maybe one or two pretty party dresses for any play-dates we might arrange for him. I'm sure he'll want to look his absolute prettiest for any potential boyfriend. She gave him a wink. David wanted to protest in the strongest terms he might be all dressed up like a sissy but that didn't mean he was gay so he certainly didn’t want a boyfriend. But the stern look he received from his mother changed all that he gurgled into his pacifier and pulled vigorously against his harness.

"A boyfriend!" squealed his sister'. "I can't wait to see that." And they all burst out laughing at Daisy's expense.

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[Baby Mac]

Great to see you return with his humiliation please continue

[mikeh1993]

Thanks for the Powder Puff update.  I love this story and can’t wait for more