Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen

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Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen.



The sissies travelled from far away to experience this ultimate week's vacation of prancing, and strutting their stuff along the many walking trails of the parks and river shores of the city. JamieTV joined Bethany-Louise and Angela M along with Betty from Buffalo and her friend who goes by the name of Babypants. We all know what she wears under her sissy little soccer shorts. They came from Britain and Ontario, from the Empire state and Illinois.



They each travelled their own way, not knowing each other until the day they would all meet Gretchen at the newly formed secret hiding place for sissies, Gretchen's house) in Calgary. All were a little frightened of the experiences they were about to undergo. Gretchen promised them a week of sissy hiking and public exposure in safety.



Every day they would be exposed in a new way. Each one would in turn feel the stomach churning glance of strangers peeking at them. They would be 100% safe in this adventure but Gretchen promised the others scares, frights of exposure, in safety. At night, sissy walks in private where they could pour their hearts out to each other and a few new experiences. This was cowboy country, but in a big city. Perhaps not as cosmpolitan as Toronto or New York, maybe not as sophisticated or tolerant as Los Angeles or London. Calgary hid many secrets, including a growing gay community, as well as the tolorance of almost a million souls each with their own secrets to keep. As far as cities go it was incongruous; built by railroad and livestock it grew via the oil boom of the sixties and seventie's into a major city.



A huge sprawling landscape at the foot of the great rocky monutains to the west and miles of farm land east as far as the great lakes 1200 miles away. Hundreds of hiking and biking trails promised an experience the others would greatly enjoy and remember forever. Gretchen prapared for the visitors by stocking up on supplies. Lets see, at least 5 sissies were coming, perhaps another would join in later, so better buy a couple hundred disosable diapers. Rubber and plastic pants would be needed.



Oh dear, JamieTV liked girly things so better add at least one pretty new dress. The sissies would bring many of their own supplies and clothes, but Gretchen knew a few surprises for the others would be welcome. Angela M was probably very frightened and missed her home, so Gretchen found an extra large soother for her just in case.



Betty was coming as the overseer. Betty would bring the others back under control if they got out of hand. Her's was the voice of bloomered reason. "I think Bethany-Louise would be pleased to find some British inlfuence, to make her feel at home", said Gretchen in preperation for the others. She especially searched for at least one pair English director nickers and bottle green school girls nickers as well. Again Gretchen said aloud to herself, "As for Babypants, well, we all know what she needs."



Gretchen ordered some lovely plastic panties in disney print, and a couple of long leg bloomers just in case. Preperations were going well, Gretchen had filled the propane tank for the bar-be-que so steaks could be broiled in the back yard. She ensured the fence was in good repair; didn't want neighbor's peeking in. Gretchen had even planted some very tall cedar column bushes in strategic locations around the fence line to cut-off all glances of her yard, so everyone would felt safe out of the house in the back yard.



She found a few childs toys, in case anyone wanted to go juvenile for awhile and play with dump trucks or dolls in the privacy of the high fenced yard. She had been fortunate to find this house. It stood high on the hill overlooking downtown Calgary behind it. In front were small windows showing the world a solid wall of standoffishness.



The two sides were highly fenced and protective. It was in back that this house showed itself to the world, but only if permitted. Standing at the back of the house one looked out over a 1/2 acre yard which gently sloped down to the river banks. Across the river was downtown Calgary. And so, the preperations were made. Gretchen got into her car to drive to the meeting place. All girls had agreed to meet in a public location and then proceed in Gretchen's car to her house for a first evening together to get to know each other.



As the garage door swung open Gretchen already sat in the car, so none of her neighbor's would see what she was wearing. The leather seats felt cool on his/her bare thigh. A thrill ran down Gretchen's bare arms as sissy was going to finally meet her friends from Betty's story board. It was a short drive to the center of the city to the decided meeting point. All would meet at 2 o'clock exactly, on the observation level of the Calgary Tower. They would get there by taxi from the airport, each arriving on different flights. Every taxi driver knew the location.



They would pretend to be sight seeing, walking around the circular observation deck 550 feet high behind the glass wall. Each would pretent to look out at the sprawling city, but secretly pay more attention to the other tourists hoping to catch a first glance of the others. Gretchen was scared as she parked the car in the secure parking garage. Fear ran throughout as her long bare legs left the protection of the big saloon car. Sissy yellow shorts were now visible amid the sound of a crumpling newspaper.



Would the others think me too flagrant? Would they recognize me as the sissy Gretchen, Johnny? Fear was followed by a delicious first wetting of my diaper as I just couldn't hold it any longer. Gretchen suc-ked up a little courage and pranced to the ticket counter to purchase a ride up the elevator to the observation level. The elevator thankfully was full so Gretchen could just squeeze in hiding the long bare legs in the crow of tourists in both long and short pants.



As the elevator doors closed, it was decided. Escape was cut off. The grand adventrue had started. Was it the sudden lifting of the hoist cables or the fear which caused this knot in the pit of Gretchen's stomach?



Johnny/Gretchen found his nose pressed against the elevator door by the twelve tourists. A chatter of talk could be heard from the back of the car. Mostly tourist talk. He dared not look behind him as surely some of the tourists saw his strange garb as they turned, after getting onto the elevator. He was the last person on, so at least six people saw him full on, as he approached blushingly,squeezed in and turned forward to have the elevator doors slam nearly his nose off.



An older lady of European extraction, jostled his ribs with one hand, in an attempt to stifle a sneeze, while her other hand found Gretchen's backside, gently stroking the obvious bulked out sissy shorts to feel the smooth plastic underneath. "Yes," she said to her friend loud enough for all to hear, "I miss my babies at home," as she let her hand linger longer than necessary on Gretchen's smmooth bottom. Johnny was the only one who got the double meaning. But, the ladies now would not let him off the hook.



They had him for the full sixty seconds until the doors opened hundreds of feet in the air. "Didn't your Nicky look ever so sweet in those darling yellow knit shorts with the straps over shoulders and the bib front when he was three years old?" the other replied. "Why they were almost like this young man's here," said the old lady with her hand hidden from everyone's view but well noticeable to Gretchen.



As he turned his head slightly to look around, a ring of laughter filled the little car and his blush would have heated the car unbareably. Gretchen felt the stomach tightening one feels upon public exposure as a sissy on public display. To be compared with a three year old was madness; but then he had never allowed himself such a public display as this before.



Oh, Angela and the others had brought it out in him. He was a shy creature; not venturing out much; so openly trapping himself in an elevator with a dozen people who wouldn't understand the needs of a sissy. Angela and Babypants had done this to him, drawing him out to experience anew the delights of sissy on parade. But, to be so easily read on this first outing downtown was scary.



What if a big brute or several horny men saw him and...? He thanked the Otis man, when finally the doors opened and he was able move aside quickly to the right to let the tourists out and away from him. Relief flooded his face and diaper. Why did a sissy always wet his diaper when scared and then follow-up with more wetting when the situation causing the fear goes away? In the bright sunlight at almost six hundred feet up Johnny noticed there were about a hundred people strolling around the observation level.



He stayed close to the inner wall not wanting to be seen in his "sweet" as the old lady called them, bulging shorts or his smooth freshly shaved and oiled legs glistening in the sunlight. Johnny's white shirt had, as if a badge of shame, a teddy bear embroidered over each breast. On his feet were white short ankle socks and the dreaded girls tennis shoes. He had left his hair and face normal for driving through traffic but in the parking garage gently applied a little rouge to cheek, just a tad, and of course clear lip gloss. No other cosmetics were needed. He wanted to appear sweet and sissy not femmy when out of the corner of his eye he spied a strange creature.



Was that a boy in a baby blue tee shirt with B.P. monogrammed across the chest? Or was it a very flat chested girl? The shorts were certainly girly, bulging out like a girls or like a sissy's just as his own did. Then it came to dawn upon Gretchen/Johnny that this had to be one of his friends. The boy/girl certainly looked youthfully slim, around twenty one years old and sweet sitting there on the bench in the baby blue tee shirt and white nylon shorts. He didn't sit very lady like though, allowing the knees far too much distance from each other.



As Johnny approached cautiously he spied the lad had his hand stroking his own bare inner thigh teasing people as they strode by. The action caused one to glance at his crotch. "Oh my," thought Johnny to himself. Underneath the white sissy shorts were obvious blue baby pants covering an extra thick diaper. The blue outline of a pair of baby pants could clearly be seen peaking out of the lads short. That's what the B.P. on the tee shirt stood for, BABY PANTS. "You know, your sitting there like that will attract a lot of men," Johnny said after sitting down beside B.P. and introductions were over. "I sure hope so," the flagrant little sissy replied. "I didn't come all this way to just parade without experiencing all your city had to offer."



As they chatted another person in white shorts approached arm in arm with a person in high fashion slacks. Angela and Bethany-Louise introduced themselves. They had met at the Toronto airport when Bethany-Louise arrived from 'golly old' and flown together for four hours learning each others secrets ahead of the rest of us. Angela was a dream. A more darling sissy couldn't be found on this earth. White sissy shorts just like Baby Pants but with embroidered flowers along the edges. The legs were tight and the shorts did not bulge like B.P. and Gretchen's.



Angela wore slim disposable diapers which rusttled gently and swished delightfully at each step. She had on a man tailored, but sissy blouse in pale yellow which flattered her appearance. As all gathered, and chatted, as introductions were completed a look around found a growd gathering staring at the four strange creatures by the bench on the south side of the observation deck, looking inward not caring at this moment about the views.



When a slightly older person approached, she declared her name to be Betty of Betty's super board for sissies and it was time to get going before you young things attract too much attention. BabyPants declared, "Isn't that what we're here for?" wiggling his hips seductively, inviting every horny thing to come along to taste his wares. "Yes," Betty declared. "But you are so young my dear and have much to learn about true sissyhood. If I let you out of my sight you'd get yourself picked up by the first hunk who comes along with a bulge in his pants. And, I don't mean a bulge like your diapered butt either." As all moved towards the elevator, it was decided that Betty was in charge. "You're all so new at this, follow my lead dears."



The older sissy paraded gratiously towards the elevator with four sissies in tow. Thankfully they had the elevator all to themselves. During the sixty secod ride down, between admiring glances at each other and compliments for each others attire, it was decided Gretchen would get the car and pull around the front of the tower, while the others retrieved their bags from lockers at the train station one floor below street level at the foot of the tower.





As Johnny/Gretchen left the others, he suddenly felt alone, no longer protected by numbers, exposed openly, scared at walking across the parking garage all alone. Three cowboy types approached from another entrance declaring, "Hey, what is that?" Were they admiring Gretchen? Were they in awe or did the sissy appearance startle them, shake their very manhood, make them rethink their own masculine facade. Johnny didn't stick around to find out. Click. The automatic door lock released only the drivers door after disabling the security system. Slam, click.



The drivers door of the big German saloon shut and locked itself, as sissy Johnny sat in relief behind the wheel while three cowboys stared at him through the burglar proof glass. The speed at which those long bare shiny legs had climbed in attracted the mens curiousity. "Hell, thought Johnny, "if it would have been BabyPants instead of me, he probably would have taken all three in the back seat rigth here in the parking garage." They could only stand and watch as the big car slid to the exit. Gretchen brought the car around to the street enjoying the safety of the openness. At least noone would rape him right here on the street. Parking on ninth avenue in front of the tower, he released the trunk and door locks, to find four sissies parading towards the car, each carrying a suitcase or two.



Looking around, Johnny noticed at least a hundred sets of eye balls, staring at the five of them loading suticases and giggling yet, somehow, a couple of these Boy/Girls looked frightened like it was their first time in public. And who ever wore such short shorts bulging immensely. Only real girls wore such sweet tee shirts showing belly button and midriff. Yet here was a boy, BabyPants, flaunting his backside, showing off his smooth hairless tummy in the short tee shirt with the big B.P. on it, and his long legs, daring everyone to stare at him. "Yes", Betty was right, "we better all keep an eye on this sissy or he'll get himself raped before the day is out. "Get in the car, BabyPants," Betty ordered, "You're acting like a ten dollar whore." Was this a compliment or an insult?



And so the doors of the big saloon locked and they drove off. Gretchen driving with Betty beside. Angela and Bethany-Louise flanking BabyPants in the middle in back. Betty was first to remark, as she apperently was taking over control of the group; "Watch the little one back there girls. I see this car has heated seats. If BabyPants leaks he could electrocute himself. Great balls of fire in his diapers." Everyone laughed as Betty broke the ice. Betty looked back at the others, remarking that they all looked so damn skinny and cute. As they left the downtown core, winding through Chinatown and the big bridge over the river with stone Lions guarding its entrance, Gretchen pointed out her house high up on the hill across the river.



There were several sprawling mansions and the girls had a general idea of where they were going. Gretchen was proud to bring the girls to her city; to show the western hospitality and also to ensure them that the west can be cosmopolitan in its own way. "That's a fabulous place there," our English friend exclaimed. Friends were being made as the shy one had finally spoken revealing a delicious English lilting accent. Yes, it would be a fun week.



Gretchen drove around just enough for everyone to get their bearings. She hit the garage door opener and the big car disappeared behind a solid wall of maple wood. Absolute privacy could be had at the touch of a button. The girls got their suitcases and continued through the formalities of getting to know each other. In the car it was decided to double up, Bethany-Louise and Angela would share a room and Betty and BabyPants would share another. "Come along girls; let me show you your choices and we will let Betty be first to pick."



They dropped their cases in the main hallway of this huge house as Gretchen led the way to the bedroom wing. "The house," she explained, "has four bedrooms. I've decorated each a little differently. Here goes." She flung open the first door on the right to reveal a wonderland of little girls toys, canopy double bed, white vanity, white painted mirror chest, pink carpetting, pictures of ballerina's and SnowWhite. This was a room any two to six year old girl would treasure as her special hiding place. "Oh's and Ah's," followed. Gretchen moved on to the next room down the hall to open up to a young sir's room, there was an electric train, and hobby horse, pictures of space ships surrounded the double bed with race car duvet, blue's dominated but not overpoweringly.



This room reflected a boy child's very happy life trying to grow up. More murmers of appreciation could be heard from her guests, as their minds were racing. Which delightfully sissy room would become theirs for the next six nights? Or could they switch halfway through? Or could they switch every night? Oh my: decisions, decisions; as Gretchen walked to the other side of the hall way and flung open the next door. Angela could be heard suc-king in her breath as Gretchen stepped aside for the others to see inside the rubber room. This room was dominated by white's.



White rubber sheets and bed spread, white rubber tiled floor, white hospital cabinet against the wall, white rubber covered bench with rubberized straps hanging down, and a white stark institutional treatment to walls and ceiling. This room scared Angela. She hoped Bethany-Louise wouldn't request it since they did say they would bunk together. Gretchen went to the last bedroom door down this hallway to reveal Betty's delight; the leather room. While it was rather dark compared to the other rooms, a flick of the light switch quickly brought the gleaming leather straps and floggers hanging on the wall to life.



The bed was a padded wooden slab with straps hanging down every foot, The floor was cold tile. On the walls hung pictures of sissies in different bondage situations. The armouier looked solid as a block of lumber, hiding inside it many delights of bondage gear, and pain inducers. A pair of leather cuffs were callously thrown on the leather bed spread, in case a guest needed early reminding of where they were. "Which room would you like Betty for your first night here?" Gretchen asked her guest. "You may of course switch as often as you all wish as long as the room you wish to occupy next is vacant or the present occupier agrees to vacate it."



Betty looked over at the little sissy BabyPants, knowing full well she wanted to put him through his paces badly; decided "The Leather room is adequate for our first night here," as her hand accidentaly or otherwise came to rest on her sissies backside. BabyPants cringed just a little, knowing as well as everyone else, his little backside would feel a lot more later today than just a soaking wet diaper.



They got their bags and moved into the Leather room. Angela prayed secretly that Bethany-Louise would pick the little girls room for them. Murmering to herself, that she wanted to sleep under SnowWhite's watchful gaze. It was to be. Both these sissies wanted to share the girly room as Betahny-Louise relieved Angela's trepidation by declaring, "the first room was ever so sweet and she just had to try out the white canopy bed.



As they moved into this room, Gretchen decalred it time for tea. "I'll have everything ready for you out on the terrace in fifteen minutes. We will have an old fashioned swim party around the pool while we get aquainted." Everyone murmered it was a good idea to get to know the lay of the land, except for BabyPants who was acting up, demanding to get into his shortest, tightest white sissy shorts with baby blue plastic panties visible underneath and find some men.



Betty declared him a sissy coc-k teaser, grabbed his arm roughly and threw him on the leather covered bed. "So, you want some men to tease, well start right here, little one. Have you ever tried a size twelve soother?" As she was closing the door, she smiled at Gretchen saying, "we'll be out in fifteen minutes, and I promise you he'll behave, he'll be a good little coc-ksuc-ker or my name aint Betty." As snapping noises could be heard from behind the door, Gretchen thought she heard a whimper through the solid wood.



Poor sissy. He just wouldn't learn any other way than Betty's way. All was ready on the terrace. Gretchen had tea, coffee, wine and whiskey all laid out on the table with a dozen chairs and lounges. There were towels for swimmers circling the small lap pool. A concrete apron seperated it from the long expanse of grass. Gretchen wore a yellow bikini top and bikini bottoms. Yellow really is her favourite colour.



As she dove into the cool pool Angela dared to expose herself so openly for the first time. She was in a captivatiing red and white striped bikini with very padded top and a towel casually thrown over shoulder. Or was it cautious? She appeared frightened. A slim lithe body well tanned and shapely. But, upon seeing Gretchen bobbing in the water, lost her fear and stepped out into the warm sunshine. "Can't they see us from over there?" She asked Gretchen pointing at the highrise office towers a mile away. "Sure they can. But so what?" came Gretchen's reply. "We're just five girls out in a back yard swimming. They're so far away they can't make out any of our faces or anything." She swam to the edge and held her hand out for Angela in trust. "To the oil barons in their office towers, we're probably their only entertainment.



A bunch of horny old giezers pressing themselves against the window trying to stare harder at the bikini's out of reach." As Bethany-Louise found the courage to make an entrance, it was clear she had been the subject of heavy corset training in her/his youth. A twenty four inch waist is possible but not in a young man, yet, this darling sissy had a slimmer waist than most girls could dream of. In the dazzling baby blue bikini with padded top as well, she was downright stunning. "Why Bethany-Louise, darling," said Gretchen, in praise of her newest friend, "You are more girl than any girl I ever saw." Obviously gaffed, she wore the bikini low showing off the slim waist to maximum effect.



Admiring eyes glanced around at each other when Betty entered with BabyPants in tow. Betty carried herself with the authority of someone who had seen it all and certainly tasted it all. Betty was in a full cut one-piece suit of Cristian Dior design somewhere between sliver and gold in color. It complemented Betty's complexion and gave a haughty appearance. Betty was American so Royalty was out, but there was something in the carriage of body which had a royal like feel. Perhaps it was the fact she was dragging a little sissy behind her. "Oh my, Betty! What have you got there!" Angela was delighted to see the sissy BabyPants again, but nobody thinks he wanted to be seen in this manner.



Poor sissy BabyPants was dressed not in a bikini as the others, nor even in a more modest one piece bathing suit as Betty was. No. Little sissy BabyPants was dressed in a pair of gum rubber baby pants. From waist to bloomered upper thigh he was encased in nothing but heavy flesh colored rubber, tenting out rediculously in front. On top, in place of a bikini bra as the others had,



BabyPants found himself secured in a very stiff leather chest harness. The harness went around his chest just below the nipples and fastened in back out of reach. Two heavy leather straps crossed over his chest, over top of his shoulders, crossed in back and also secured to the chest harness. All in all, he was a prisoner in leather, with rubber bloomers stretched to maximum by an obvious raging hard-on.



Betty held a leash attached to sissy BabyPants harness at his right side. It could snap onto any number of buckles. "Gretchen, I want to thank you for inviting all of us to such a mad but wonderful adventure," Angela spoke as they all sat down to enjoy refreshements. "Before you tell us about the exciting things planned for this week, I wanted everybody to know. I'm so excited to be out in the fresh air like this. It's amazing you can do this and get away with it."



Betty sat down to join the conversation asking her new slave to sit in the grass beside her. Angela decided to apply suntan oil to Bethany-Louise as her pale white English skin wasn't used to so much direct sun. As Angela was stroking Bethany-Louise's fair skin, BabyPants couldn't keep his eyes in his sockets. Watching every movement on the smooth English creature, his own hands found himself. Betty explained a bit of what happened in their room for the last fifteen minutes.



Apparently the little sissy wanted to go out man hunting not even knowing where it was safe and where his actions would attract undue attention. Betty had had enough and showed him what he was missing in his rush to get away and find a real man, when one was present all the time. Betty pulled out the largest dong this little sissy had ever seen and he just fell to him knees right there in front of Betty begging to be fed such a huge tool.



Afterwards she had not let him have any release rather wanting him horny for awhile. "But his fidgetting right now is causing me to think he can't last much longer. I got his soaking diaper off the sissy and decided to dispence with his beloved diapers for awhile, see if he can last half an hour. Out here in the grass it shouldn't matter if he has an accident, but I'm afraid he is in need of relief soon. Stand up sissy," she commanded! As he jumped to his feet, the bulge of his urgency was clearly visible to all.



Betty made him stand sideways to her chair and hold his hands overhead stretching his frame as much as possible. She began the age old method of relieving a sissy. Stroking and kind words. "You" a stroke of his member, "like" stroke again,"this" stroke,"don't" stroke, "you" more strokes, "My" stroke, "Big Sissy". Aaaaahhhh...as the lad shook, pumping his load into his heavy rubber panties. Betty declared it a perfect method as not much cleaning was needed. "Sit down sissy and wallow in the glow of your baby pants for awhile. If you're real nice we'll plan something special for you tomorrow.



The girls chatted amicably, getting to know each others likes and habits. Betty, usually very reserved, opened up explaining to the others about the difficulty of trying to look and dress sexy during a 40 degree below zero snow storm of Buffalo. Or, conversely,the blistering hot and steamy summers as the humidity around the great lakes drove everyone to cast off clothes instead of trying to look sexy. But, Betty gave way to the trillings of the visitor from England they all admired through envious eyes. Such a slim sexy waist should not be hidden.



Bethany-Louise offered a brief rendition of growing up amid Scottish ancestors who believed in very stern discipline and ruled with an iron fist. Or, in Bethany-Louise' case, an old leather tawse which brought about blistered backsides every morning the child's bed was discovered wet. She would have to endure the harshest penalty of being dressed NOT in a boy's long pants; NOR even boys short pants as was the fashion in British schools. Our Bethany begged to be permitted at very least the masculine kilt of a Scottish boy or man.



But it was not to be, as Bethany trilled along, voice rasping to fight back tears, "It was then that Mumsy would bring out the corsets, the petticoats and girls tartan skirt. I knew," sniffing and wiping a tear, "these would be my school clothes for another hated day." Angela, repidly becoming good friends offered a hanky. Bethany-Louise continued this baring of soul which brought them together as no sport or other association could. "When she spanked me, I prayed it would be just on my," sniff, sniff, lips quaking, "bottom only so no one could see. But Mumsy always gave me at least one stroke of the tawse below the hem of the skirt, so everyone could see the red welt across my upper thigh and know that I was being severly punished."



As Angela now held hands with Bethany-Louise, knowing not to interupt this free expression, the light English trilling behind the sexy bikini continued. "She certainly made me cry my heart out when I saw her prepare a thick nappy and rubbers." Looking around she said, "I think you call them diapers and rubber pants. How could I possibly hide this baby wear underneath the short tartan skirt with petticoats fluttering around holding the skirt high."



She broke down in a gentle sob in Angela's arms. Bethany-Louise couldn't go on. It was decided that Angela was busy at the moment caring for her friend. This left it to Babypants to go next. Betty settled it by saying that Babypants was still in the afterglow of a terrific climax and should find it most passifying to speak next. She raised her eye brows and said, "Or else!" The implied threat was more than enough to bring BabyPants lips to quivver and begin speaking, "Well, I'm not called BabyPants for nothing." The sissy stood now, gently asking Betty if he might get a drink.



She nodded, unsnapping the leash holding him back. As he strolled across the cement to find an ice cold beer, "I love rubber, plastic, vinyl, anything smooth and slippery. It always turned me on." He sat down on a chair, gupled the first beer quickly and opened another. "When I was young I just couldn't stand the idea of not having my baby pants once I grow up.



As soon as my Mother tried to get me out diapers, I wet my pants and bed delibertaly just so I could have my wonderful plastic panties again. They felt," he was now stroking himself through the rubber bloomers he was wearing, "so deliciously slippery on me; so smooth, so horny." He was now rubbing his own backside, feeling the rubber snap and crinkle against his bare skin, enjoying as he had so many times the same exquistite feelings stirring inside him. "The only way I could keep my delicious rubber pants was to wet myself day and night.



That meant of course diapers twenty fours a day or the baby pants would be lost to me forever." Our little sissy admitted to the others, a deep seated need for diapers and rubber pants to satisfy both a real physical need as well as his psychological desire to be babied in order to always feel the plastic pants cuddle. "Baby pants always felt so good on me that I got a huge hard-on just by touching them or feeling them slide up my legs, or when they were too wet to hold anymore. Oh, I can't help it, I just love," almost yelling now, "Baby Pants in every shape, color, material, every differnt style. I think I have at least a hundred and fifty pairs of different baby pants at home.



I'm always on the lookout for new styles or colors." He shook, having almost brought himself to climax a second time in less than a half hour. Betty padded the grass beside her chair, saying, "Sit sweety. That was a delightful confession. We'll certainly keep you in lots of rubber wear for the rest of this week." Looking over at Gretchen, Betty exclaimed, "You do have at least one Babywear shopping trip planned for us, don't you?" Gretchen declared, "Oh yes, indeed." Addressing BabyPants now,"Don't worry your little head deary, you're going to get new baby pants that attract not only the fairy boys but every man in Calgary will be chasing after your hot pink rubberized bottom when we finish shopping tomorrow night." She looked at the others,"Do you want to hear what our plan is for the week?"



As heads nodded all around Gretchen got her note book. "Aren't you going to tell us about your history first Gretchen?" asked Angela wanting to carry on this exploration of past tense. Perhaps she wanted desperately to bare her soul as well? Perhaps Angela held some personal secrets she wanted to get out in this open environment of sissyhood. "Not just yet. Perhaps you and I can have our turns later or tomorrow.



Right now we need to go over our weeks events. It's almost five o'clock so shortly we'll go inside to dres for the evening. Since this is still so new for most of us, I've chosen a simple dinner tonight, Perry's Drive-in. The best hamburger's in all of Canada." Bethany-Louise was happy to experience the North American diet of junk food, but was very concerned about her waist line. "Don't fret dear. You can use a pound or two," giggled Betty. As Gretchen continued, "Tomorrow we are going out early to a place called, Heritage Park.



It is a recreation of old historical Calgary, you can ride a train and eat in a saloon and mingle with hundreds of tourists. I don't know if they had gay's back then but I'm sure BabyPants will find out if they have any in today's date. Tomorrow night, a special shopping trip for rubber and babywear of every kind. Wednesday we're going to Banff to go on a mountain walking hike with some Boy Scout troop leaders. They promise to show us the ropes. Literally. Our little sleaze should like that.



Thursday is a free day of strutting all along the parks and walkways of the city from end to end. Friday is bicycling and another shopping trip but to a secret place downtown where they carry only the finest in baby wear made by a lady named Barbie. Many of the things you saw in the bed rooms are from Barbie's store and you can all buy anything you want.



We have an exclusive shopping trip for two hours closed to regular sissies. I have a few other surprises, but for now," she looked over at BabyPants, "our little one is starting to leak all over the grass. We all need to get into extra thick diapers and our sissiest outfits to go out for hamburgers." It was agreed to quickly clean up the patio and get diapered as Gretchen explained," Oh by the way did I tell you that this particular drive-in is right along the main highway going through town?



Many truckers and bumper to bumper traffic will see us sitting at the picnic table only twenty feet from the roadway. Wear something cute," as they all raced inside to be first dressed as sissy as possible. The sissies appeared in the warm inviting living room now dressed for an exciting evening of tramping. Gretchen had on very sissy yellow short shorts. They were crochet knit material, almost see-through stretched out over very noisy disposable diapers bulging in the right place around the tight sissy elastic legholes. A pair of knee high socks and light buster brown shoes complimented the outfit. Gretchen wore a light blouse of beige rose pedals covered by a cardigan of yellow knit. The yellow cardigan and shorts, could only define a sissy or a very prissy girl.



Which would the public think he to be? Angela out-did Gretchen by appearing to be more youthful than imaginable. Angela's slim waist was captured by a figure hugging pair of white sailor cullotes with pale blue piping down the sides. At right angles the loose baggy shorts almost looked skirt-like. The cullotes bulged around triple thick cloth diapers in rusttling blue rubber panties giving the false appearance of bigger hips than real. At knee the upper edge of white sailor's knee socks turned down as was the custom. A loose sailor styled jersey also in white with blue piping covered the frail thin chest. The jersey was loose enough about the neck that one could stick one's hands right down the front to tweak the nipples delicately. Something no real girl would ever allow, but this sissy? Well anything's possible.



Betty as always the sensible one, wore a fashionable light beige short set with sensible strap shoes and delcate lacy ankle socks. Betty admired the sissies as she stepped into the room, whispering, "Wait 'til you see BabyPants." A darling slim girl entered next. It had to be a mistake. What was this genetic girl doing here, when they realized the tartan clad girl in a skirt, was none other than their own Bethany-Louise. "I couldn't help it girls.



The reminiscing earlier made me want my skirts so bad. Please forgive me. May I go out with you in my best skirts and pettitcoats. Oh please?" She had on the same outfit described earlier as the one bringing her so much shame years earlier. Now it brought joy. Lifting the skirt just a little, Angela exclaimed, "yes even the rubber bloomers and, how do you say it, Nappies?" Bethany-Louise blushed to the roots. As Betty remembered though, Bethany-Louise can't go out without the shaming streak of a welt across the backs of the legs.



The mark of a real sissy being punished must be reenacted correctly. She went to retrieve a cane from the leather room and ordered Bethany-Louise to just stand next to the coffee table. BabyPants entered now, the epitome of sissy babyhood. He was dressed in a yellow tee shirt with rows of lace along the collar.



Around his obviously bulging hips came a pale blue pair of nylon sissy shorts with elastic leg holes and snaps at the crotch visible from the front. There was no way to hide the crotch snaps nor the bib front which attached to two straps that went over shoulders to fasten with giant buttons shaped like hearts. Peaking out about an inch from under the leg hole of BabyPants' shorts were rubber bloomer legs with lace trim and tied tight in a lacy bow.



His feet were in short yellow ankle socks and shoes of deep red buster brown covered them. The shoes buckled at sides securely. Betty asked Bethany-Louise to bend over the coffee table quickly for the required stroke, knowing this is what the sissy desperately wanted and needed. Betahny-Louise had to feel all in order to relive the experience and free her own guilt about what had happened so many years ago, in her bed awakening so a soggy mess in fear of her Mother's reactions. "OWWWW, as Betty made the one and only stroke count, a tear of joy crossed the English girls cheeks, to be dabbed gently by Angela and they all went to the garage to get into the big saloon and drive off for a mad adventure of sissies on parade.

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Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen



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 In the garage, Betty ordered BabyPants into the front seat, "as I want to sit in back between these two for a bit." Betty made BabyPants raise his seat as high as the electronics go, so he couldn't hide from view, "your cute blue sissy over the shoulder straps covering that bright yellow tee shirt should show off nicely. Maybe others driving by can see the bib front of your short-alls as well." Gretchen got into the driver's position beside the little sissy in blue and yellow.



Gretchen's short shorts in yellow knit squished, and crinkled. The shorts exposed bare leg from crotch to just below the knee. Gretchen's legs shon in the light of the garage and all could see that they were freshly shaved and baby oiled, glistening right down to the tops of her knee socks. In back Angela sat on the right side, Bethany-Louise on the left and Betty in the middle. "My my, these two sissies back here," Betty started, "seem awfully pretty." As the car lunged forward out into the still bright evening light,



Betty had decided she would make Angela her target for the drive. "What did you think Angela, of Bethany-Louise taking her stroke of the cane so bravely? You have never experienced a caning, have you?" Angela shook her head, getting rattled at this turn of attention towards himself. A sissy hides and cowers in shadows, and Betty was bringing them all out to face their inner fears. Betty addressed, both Angela and Bethany saying, "Raise the sun screens in the doors. We'll use them for privacy for awhile." The four door car had sun screens built into the back doors which could be raised. "Gretchen, hit the rear shade please."



As Gretchen's finger went to the dash, pushing one of a dozen switches, a light whirring could be heard behind the back seat, as a privacy sun shade raised from rear shelf to cover the back window. The rear seat was now rather secluded, protected from view by the outside world. "Tell me, Angela, did you feel sorry for Bethany receiving her stroke or were you jealous? Did you notice how she yelped just a little yet afterwards cried happy tears? Or were you too greedily worried about yourself, thankful it wasn't you getting it?"



Angela didn't know how to answer. She looked over to the left at her new friend wiggling in her seat from the pain of a caning on the backs of the legs. "You need to be free of your guilt Angela. You need to see all and feel all. Up to now you've always been a little sissy but this next step, takes you far further along the road of sissyhood, than you have ever travelled." Angela was now scared. Scared of what Betty had said and the inability to do anything about it. As the car carried on up the big four lane road to a destiny with sissy fate, Betty explained it all to Angela, and perhaps to the others as well, to reaffirm in their own minds what a true sissy really is. "First of all, there are three stages of sissyhood." Betty settled in comfortably, one hand on each sissy's knee, getting their attention. "The first stage is a boy dressing up in Mommy's or older sister's clothes or his old baby panties in the privacy of his own bedroom.



He enjoys all the sensations but absolute fear of discovery prevents him from going further. It is a lonely exploration of his own feelings, never coming to grip with anything but his own hard coc-k. Stage two is when the sissy wishes he were exposed, punished, ridiculed and made to parade in public by a stern Mommy, Aunt, Wife or someone in charge. He wants to share his feelings so badly, but can't get over the guilt so it has to be in a forced situation as so much fantasy literature describes.



The male ego won't allow him to enjoy his sissyhood unless it's forced on him therefore relieving him of the guilt." As they turned a corner, Angela looked over to Bethany again, and saw a glistening of cheek, a tear of truth roll down the sissy's face. Why did Betty know so much about sissies that a few words could bring out a tear in such a sweet face. "The third stage is one we begin today to explore.



This is where the sissy no longer needs to be forced, merely coaxed along a bit. The true sissy performs the public exposures upon himself because he wants to be embarassed in public as a dye'd in the wool sissy. He not only dresses sissier that ever before but does so because he wants to not because someone tells him to. He wants to!" emphasising the last statement. "Just like we are doing tonight, the true sissy goes beyond his previous bounds, by either dressing himself more juvenile or more feminine than ever before.



He then voluntarily explores the world in bloomers and smiles as others sneer or jab him." Angela watched Bethany anew, now learning that here was a true sissy. She was so damn pretty in that short tartan skirt with nylon ruffles peaking out. Angela though she knew so much about being a sissy. But even today, at the tower she was scared and always ready to blame someone else if exposed. She had dreamed up all kinds of stories if asked why dressed so peculiarly, "mistake with luggage, spilled coffe on pants, wife being silly about this tourist look thing, etc, etc." Bethany-Louise sat demurly,hands in lap as a little girl should.



Gretchen handled the car around a traffic jam while several people stared at the two sissies in the big saloon with shades covering the back seat. They drove on in silence as Angela thought. It was true, what Betty had said. The boy in solitary exploration grew up to hesitantily, always in fear, allow others into his very private life. Could he take himself further along the road of sissyhood? Surely tonight's super sissy white nautical outfit was enough? No real man or boy would ever allow himself to be seen in culottes and jersey with a giant diaper underneath. Oh God, what more did Betty want? And then it dawned on the boy, turned sissy, turned girly/boy, turned true sissy. What was next wasn't what Betty wanted at all. It was what he wanted to happen.



He was the sissy who now needed to bring himself out. Fingers shaking, lips quaking, tears now streaming down Angela's cheeks too, she asked the ultimate favour of Betty. "Would you please, help me to feel like Bethany did when you gave her that," her voice died off. "That what, dear? You have to say it yourself. You have to want it." Angela nodded, "The cane. Oh please Betty. I saw how Bethany cried but it seemed to be a happy cry. I'm sure it will hurt a lot, but I really must feel for myself." Angela's tears were real. She had let go of the old need to be forced.



She stepped into the new light of sissy asking, even begging to be punished. "Very well dear," Betty expreseed, "if you really want to feel more like your friend here, lay across me and put your head in Bathany's lap." As Angela moved about to do so, she saw Bethany reach out to cradle her head. "This will hurt dreadfully, my dear," the English sissy stated, "just let me hold your head and you'll be able to cry to your hearts content."



Angela was now scared. What had she done? To admit freely that she wanted to be caned on the backs of her legs just as the other sissy had. Angela's mind was reeling, while Betty slid the legs of the cullotes high up on her diapered rear end to expose the upper thigh. As Bethany tightened her grip, burying Angela's head in her own lap, Betty performed the deed. A spine tingling yelp was barely muffled by Bethany's ruffled pettitcoats as Angela thought the world had come to any end. Angela had played spankies with the wife before, but this was entirely different. Play acting is one thing, this was excrutiating.



Why hadn't Bethany warned her? Angela was expecting similar to a spanking. She hadn't expected an explosion of sensations across the backs of the tender legs. Her tears increased threefold, as Betty gently stroked the red welts coming up on the legs and feeling with her other hand the flooding of Angela's diaper. "Yes," Betty thought to herslef, it happens to all the sissies when they get a severe spanking. Bethany-Louise rocked Angela gently in her lap, cooing softly that "it was all over, but Angela would remember for a long time what a good caning felt like, even if it was only one stroke."



As the car pulled into the drive through the talk changed to burgers and shakes and would they eat in the car or dare they sit at a picnic table right next to the highway. Angela sat up now, regaining her composure to wipe a last tear, flinching as the backs of her legs came in contact with the sticky leather seat. "Ow, how can you sit Bethany, as new tears started trickling down Angela's cheek." This new experience was showing a true crybaby underneath the previous oftentimes cold veneer. "How may I help you?" the speaker blared as Gretchen pulled up alongside the building. "Five double cheese, three chocolate shakes, two banana shakes and a family pack of fries," was Gretchen's prepared reply.



As they pulled up closer to the window, this was the moment of truth. The girl would be able to see right into the car through Gretchen's driver's side window. "Eighteen fifty, please," she stated so matter of factly as she had done hundreds of times in past. She had looked inside thousands of cars but never seen two such sissies in the front seat of any car as this. As Gretchen offered the money, the girl peaked in back. Only spying Angela's tear streaked face diagonally across brought her back to the job at hand; making change, getting the order out and trying to remember every detail to share at coffee time with her friends. Gretchen handed the large box to BabyPants to hold until they parked and offered each their shakes.



Driving to the parking area, it was rather full with others enjoying a warm summer night of not cooking at home. "A choice girls," said Betty, "what shall it be?" "1. We eat in the car just as many other people are doing, hiding ourselves from exposure. Some people might see part of us but most just mind their own business. 2. We grab a picnic table nearby in the trees using the car as a shield so to speak. We could climb into the car as an escape anytime it gets too hot for our nerves. or 3.



We march over there to that picnic table right next to the road and all it's traffic and all the pain of people snickering and pointing fingers, and name calling and offering to change your diapers." Angela's eyes were downcast in trepidation of what was to come next. Bethany looked shy as a little British girl should. Even Gretchen, who was on home turf, so to speak, felt a heaviness of fear for this new experience. BabyPants wanted to march over to the big cowboy in the half ton truck and just do him right in the parking lot. Betty settled him down with a hard look and a, "I swear if you were a girl, you'd be a whore! The descion is Angela's." All eyes were on the boy/girl in the back seat debating whether she could take that step outside or not."



Perhaps the hardest thing Angela had ever done, was to suc-k up the courage to open the door and expose all of them as true, dye'd in the wool, sissies. No man had ever shown such bravery as now. The shaking hand reaching for the door handle, knowing a jungle of cat calls, whistles, and lewd remarks would begin almost immediately. Gretchen saw the indicator before anyone else.



On the dashboard in front of the steering wheel, the pictogram of a car appeared. The car indicated one door ajar, right rear, accompanied by two small tones. Gretchen feared this would happen. "Oh God, please no," she said to herself. If the door ajar indicator popped on, it means Angela is getting ready to get out and make us all public sissies. Gretchen had hoped she could hide behind Angela's fears. If Angela stayed inside, they could all eat peacefully with little public exposure. Now Angela was proving to be a stronger willed sissy by taking the lead. It means Gretchen can't stay inside anymore in pretense of protecting Angela or Bethany-Louise.



The time came to step out into the world Mr. SISSY PANTS. Before anyone could realize the implications, both rear doors were open and out stepped three sissies. Betty looked like a Mother hen tending the flock. Guiding the sweet Bethany-Louise by the arm over to follow close on behind Angela who was showing far too much courage now. Bethany-Louise was not a target of derision by those eating in their cars, or walking across the parking lot, or smiling up from picnic tables at the strangers passing by. Bethany was so damn cute, and so girly, she attracted only the attention any young lady would receive. She found it difficult to keep the short skirt under control though while the playful wind kept tugging at its hems.



Little did the people know those brightly blushing cheeks were not entirely feminine. Bethany appeared girly from neck down. But, under the short skirt, just below the hems, one could make out a severe red line across the girls legs distracting from the sweet feminine appearance. Bethany concentrated all efforts on just keeping eyes focused on Angela's rear whom she was following. The rear of Angela's outfit was rather bulky. Before getting dressed,Betty warned Angela to, "Make damn sure you have a thick enough diaper on so you'll last 'til we get back around midnight." Under the white cullotes the blue rubber pants showed in the light.



Any girl wearing a sailor boy suit would be immediately deemed a prissy and ridiculed. A boy in such an outift, well the snickers could be heard across the parking lot. From way in the back row, a horn could be heard, a whistle followed. "Hey Lady,Where are you taking your girlies?" Betty had them both sit down at a picnic table not twenty feet from the roadway. While there are bypass roads now, at one time this four lane stretch was the main highway running through the city. "Ow," a yelp from Angela as the tortured upper thigh made contact with the wooden bench.



Angela almost broke down in tears here in public. To sit behind the picnic table would be to hide but in pain. To stand would relieve the pain but be on display. The caning Angela had pleaded for earlier was now causing quite a bit of consternation within the sissy. Be in physical pain or mental pain? Which did sissy Angela prefer? Betty was quite angry that Gretchen and BabyPants had remained in the car until the others reached the picnic table. They were after all dressed even more sissy than Angela and Bethany and didn't want to be exposed. What could they do?



Betty settled it by waving at them to hurry up and get over here right now. Anyone not already looking noticed the wave and now they too would peer into the big black vehicle. By not moving immediatetly when the others did, the two biggest sissies brought it upon themselves by being exposed in front of everyone in sight. Gretchen in sissy yellow bloomer style shorts threw her legs out, "Come on BabyPants, let's go. You bring the burgers and I'l carry your shake." The boy, John/BabyPants found his bulked out sissy shorts with snap-crotch and bib front with straps over shoulders was called a sun suit in some places.



It was designed for a two year old toddler. BabyPants was quite a bit older than that, but felt so young as ten thousand eyes stared at him. Gretchen clicked the key fob. Even Gretchen's own car now whistled at them. The doors locked themselves, the alarm system armed itself, the car stood admiring its former occupants as they strode across the parking lot,over to the others too close to the road. Five sissies sat and ate, and made small talk as a million eyes passed over them. BabyPants was sure to take a seat where he could keep an eye on the cowboy in the half ton truck. There was something about a raunchy cowboy that attracted the Illinois sissy. Betty didn't miss the fact the cowboy and BabyPants were making eye contact every ten seconds. She knew what was needed.



After the 'Burgers were eaten, she stated, "Gretchen and I have somethings to discuss in the car. You three stay here and protect each other." Angela and Bethany-Louise were prancing around shifting weight from one thigh to the other to relieve the pain in their legs from the caning they received earlier. Each shifting caused more eyes to focus on them. Each wiggle made Bethany's skirt slide higher forcing her to tug down on the short hems. They couldn't be more exposed as a huge rig went by honking it's air horn long and loud followed by a set of car horns and bells from bicycles.



Everyone was enjoying the view. Betty ordered Gretchen into the back seat stating, "You have written several stories now on my sissy board, haven't you?" Gretchen didn't know how to answer. Certainly, Betty wanted to thank the writer for contributing, but it weasn't necessary. "I don't want any praise. I write because I enjoy writing sissy stories. I just do it to make others happy. Please you don't have to thank me."



Betty's dander was rising now, as the sissy was still far too egotistical for his own good. "Thank you? Are you crazy. I'm going to spank your butt blazing hot, for not proof reading properly before hitting POST. Now lock the doors and get over my lap." Gretchen took it like a shotgun blast. Her hero, Betty was angry. "I can't lock the doors with us inside.



The motion sensors in the dash and up there," pointing to ceiling of the car, "activate in thirty seconds and set off the alarm at any motion inside the cab." "Well, that is most interesting, I suggest you take it like a man then and not cry out too loud, or others will hear and come running. They'll yank the doors open to see you laying across my lap with your rear end beet red." Betty was not to be triffled with. Gretchen found her hands quickly encased in arm binders behind the back. Why had she left all that stuff in plain sight of someone as wicked as Betty? As Gretchen was heaved up and over, Betty slid the boy's diapers down in back leaving the protection in front, knowing full well a severe spanking almost always caused a flooding of any sissy's diapers.



It just happened to them. Gretchen could just turn head enough to see Betty reach for a paddle. In this position and with doors unlocked, Gretchen fought vainly to not cryout. "Never POST without proof reading," Smack, the paddle sounded. "Always think of your reader, not yourself," the smack of leather on bare flesh. "Start a new paragraph everytime a different idea pops into your head," Smack resounded around the car.



The boy was now mewing quietly to himself, fearing even a heavy sob would attract attention. "Organize your thoughts before typing and erasing," Smack again punctuating Betty's words with pain. "Read others posts to learn more about their feelings," Another smack of the paddle as tears streamed down Gretchen's cheeks to splash on the leather seats. "Ask what your readers want, not what you want to give them," Oh the smack of the paddle sounded louder now as the boy's butt became tenderized. "Keep your writing consice and to the point, Smack again. "Check against previous posted stories so as to not repeat," Smack went the paddle again. "Thank your audience graciously when they compliment your writting," a hoped for last smack of the paddle causing a definite flooding of Gretchen's diaper. "Check story integrity with the story board owner, Me," a final extra hard smack as Gretchen splashed tears all around shaking her head at the pain in the backside.



Betty was merciful as after ten smacks of the paddle, Betty pulled up the boys diapers in rear indicating the spanking had ended. The soft mewing sounds receded and were finally replaced by a cooing, and sniffing. Released from the arm binders, Gretchen was allowed a few moments to compose before both exited the car to rejoin the others. "Well, well, what have we here?" stated Betty as she and Gretchen approached the table only to find a visitor. The cowboy who had made eye contact with BabyPants earlier was now sitting right next to the lad and actually stroking BabyPants' diapered front underneath the table.



Angela and Bethany were standing off to the side as their legs were too painful to sit, no matter what the humiliation of being seen head to toe as sissies. "Howdy, Ma'am," he addressed Betty. My name's Alex and I just couldn't resist coming over here and talking to your pretty young ones. Why, I do believe this here boy of yours is the prettiest little sissy I've ever seen." "And what are your intentions, Alex? You do realize, our little sissy here is called BabyPants for a reason and is probably five years older than you?" "Yes, Ma'am, and he also told me that I had to get your permission to take him back to my hotel room.



Although he and I want to, he says it has to be approved by you first. Please, may I take your little BabyPants to my hotel room? I will take good care of him, and even buy him more diapers for the night." Betty first took BabyPants aside to ensure this is what he wanted. Then Betty took Alex aside and did the same to him. When finished Betty gave her blessings to the horny stud cowboy and the sissy little BabyPants.



She could last a night without the little sissy as long as Alex brought him back to them by noon tomorrow. It was decided that Alex would meet them at Heritage Park at noon to hand BabyPants back over to Betty and the troup. As Alex took BabyPants' hand in his own to lead him away to his half ton truck, all eyes were on them. Betty decided they had enough excitement and should head back to the house to talk about the events. BabyPants would be feeling mighty used up by the time noon tomorrow came.

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Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen



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 As the sissies paraded in front of a thousand eyes,across the parking lot to the big black car, their thoughts varied. Bethany was in fear of all the horny men staring at the skirted boy.



Bethany recalled the all too often skirting over diapers as a public punishment for bed wetting in his youth. How he was made to prance to school clad exactly as now, in a skirt and petticoat, over all too thick diapers. His bare legs so exposed from mini skirted upper thigh to brown girls shoes and ankle socks. The snickers and smirks of both boys and girls alike, at the petticoated male. Back then it caused tears of embarassment and fear. Now, so many years later, the self induced public display of this sissifying same outfit caused a flooding of diapers in happy rememberance of those days and tears of trepidation and joy. Angela also felt the thousands of eyes.



They were boring into her most sissy white Naval outfit trying to stare right through the cullottes to those extra thick diapers encased in the too noticeable blue plastc baby pants. Where did Angela get the courage from to wear dark blue baby pants under white knit material? "Oh my," Angela said to noone in particular, "we are going to make quite a scene here, from picnic table to car." The Toronto sissy strutted along right behind Bethany in single file, as if girls on a runway at the fashion show. Angela's fears were of a purely sexual nature. Would she not be appreciated? Would people not think of me as sexy? Would Betty or Bethany, or maybe Gretchen bed me tonight and give that all needed release of this itch between my legs? This parading in public gets me so horny I could just...? Gretchen was next, in the single file train, following right behind Angela. As the Calgary sissy realized, there would be so many people here staring at them, surely one person recognized Gretchen as his real self.



The knowledge that somebody hiding inside those sixty or seventy cars could see through the sissy yellow outfit and spy him inside those bloomered yellow baby shorts. "I've got to get home soon. Don't know how much longer my diaper will hold out before it leaks." She had adressed Angela in front, who replied with a firm nodding of head, obviously in the same condition. Gretchen flooded the diapers at any one of embarassment, fear, excitment, or pain. Having experienced all four in a matter of half hour, Gretchen's sissy yellow shorts bulked out from the soaked diapers. Betty pulled up the rear, so to speak, protecting their backs. Betty dared to look back at the eyes. While the other three kept heads down, or watched their way so as to not trip, Betty stared back at all the hundreds of eyes, acknowledging them by this simple act of looking back.



Betty saw horny young men, not sure of what to make of this sight in front of them. But,Betty was sure in the knowledge that they would be on the prowl tonight, after witnessing such a parade of flesh and sissyness. If the sissies wanted to be inconspicuous their own attire gave them away. If they wanted to quietly slip away, their own car wouldn't let this happen. As Gretchen hit the key fob the big black saloon gave a wolf whistle and flashed the lights once. For whatever reason this very action, caused a cacaphony of laughter around the parking lot. As sissies climbed into their car and before they could totally escape, all the vehicles gave one last appreciative honk while inside them a smile, laugh, snicker, whistle, grunt, and even a lewd gesture.



The drive to Gretchen's house was uneventful arriving ten minutes later, to the solid thud as the garage door slammed home, arming the securing system to protect their privacy for the night. After having BabyPants picked up by the horny cowboy, the four decided to rearrange sleeping accomodations. Bethany was now, in the safety of this huge house, coming down from the high of public exposure to admit absolute exhaustion, compounded by jet lag. "It may be early here, but I'm still on London time, and I'll wake up soon before you all get tired." She made her way to the sissy little girls room, as Betty whispered in Gretchen's ear. Angela and Betty followed Bethany into the room, to assist their sweet English sissy get ready for bed.



When Gretchen entered, Bethany was stretched out naked on the bed. "Oh yes, please," she had just pleaded to Betty, and then spying the baby bottle in Gretchen's hand, just let herself relax totally. "Our little baby girl needs her thick night time diapers, doesn't she," Betty asked? As Bethany started to nod, Gretchen teased the nipple of the sixteen ounce bottle into those quivering lips. "Just led us take care of our little baby," Betty ordered. As Betty poured several ounces of baby oil on the naked erection beginning a new experience for the London sissy. Angela rubbed Bethany's legs and chest and tummy with the sweetest rustling newest plastic panties in pink shiny vinyl. They were baby pants exactly as Bethany remembered being forced to wear so many years ago and then privately reliving at every opportunity.



Betty's hands were steady, kneeding the hard flesh, bringing on a tension in the sissy as if a champagne cork ready to burst at any second. "Make it happen, my little sissy," Betty coaxed. "Let it all out, sweety." Gretchen held the baby bottle steady forcing sissy to drink rapidly while Angela rubbed plastic panties all over and Betty coaxed the huge erection to perform this last deed before being allowed to slip away to much need rest. "Bethany has been a bad girl," Betty said in verbal encouragemnet. "Perhaps she needs to be put into a mini skirt and sent to school for all the boys to laugh at her?"



Stroking quickly now, she continued. "Maybe she needs to be diapered in public for being such a sissy boy wetting his bed, like a baby?" This last statement brought forth an explosion of convulsions within the sissy lying meekly on the bed. Bethany toes tingled, and legs shook. As the wave of release approached the giant erection threatening to jump out of Betty's hand, it caused a violent involuntary convulsion from deep within. The shaking of Bethany's body moved up and over the sissy's chest. Gretchen found the baby bottle being pushed out of Bethany's mouth as every orifice of the sissy's body convulsed, and jumped and quivered in miraculous release. The climatic wave turned around and went right back to where it caused the most violent reaction, a second and even a third spurting of the big erection. The wave washed over Bethany as surely as an electric shock. The "aaaagh," choked off by muscle contractions was not lost on the others.



Gretchen replaced the bottle in sissy Bethany's mouth to immediately renew the feeding as Betty cleaned up Bethany's middle parts and Angela looked for appropriate nightwear. Betty pulled up triple thick diapers with a double thick liner inside to hold the sissy's shrivelling pen-is down between the legs now. Diapers were pinned while Bethany was still in the afterglow. "Legs up darling," stated Angela. Bethany found the prissiest, sweetest pink plastic panties slide up her legs. They were sheer plastic reflecting brightly from the light.



A second pair of plastic baby pants would be needed to ensure a dry night. "These are even prettier, darling," stated Angela as she slid up a pair of pink plastic panties with nylon lace overpants that were covered in lacy ruffles. These panties held a secret. They had lace ribbons inserted at leg holes and waist which could be tied and double knotted to prevent a child from removing in the middle of the night. "No getting out of your diapers tonight," as Betty tied all three ribbons tight. Angela was ready with a pair of sissy baby booties, "to keep little toesies warm." These were also pink, in knitted lamb's wool. "Sit up now sweety. We're almost done and then you can sleep the sleep of angels," stated Betty as she was ready with the locking baby doll top.



As soon as the baby bottle was drained, Bethany sat up for the next item of baby attire. It was made of pink nylon and vinyl. The garment slid over Bethany's head to have snaps closed at neck and shoulder. "These can't be unsnapped easily," advised Betty now as she further added more lamb's wool. This time in the form of mittens which also tied tightly with lacy ribbons, around Bethany's wrists. "Won't be getting into mischief tonight, will we," asked Gretchen? As Bethany layed back down on the rubber sheets, under the high canopy of this ever so sweet little girls bed, she was close to total exhaustion from the events of the day. The sissy smiled broadly as Gretchen gave a light kiss on the forehead as one would do to a little girl, inserting the big soother deeply between Bethany's expectant lips.



As Betty pulled up on the covers, Angela placed a little Betsy Wetsy doll with diapers and tiny baby pants into the crook of Bethany's arm. "We want to make sure you and your dolly are both properly diapered, for the night." Angela gave a kiss to the forehead, as Bethany smiled from behind the soother. Betty tucked in both Bethany and dolly saying, "now you two girls," addressing the sissy and his doll, "sleep sweetly and dream about the wonderful adventure tomorrow. Take care of each other all night long. I'll be so happy if your diapers are wet in the morning, but remember, mustn't leak or you'll get spankies." Betty too kissed the forehead of the siss Bethany who was almost asleep now, cradling his little dolly delicately. Dolly and sissy would indeed look out for each other under the watchful gaze of Snow White and the seven dwarves looking down at them from the picture on the wall, across the room so war away, the light is fading, the door clicks shut, the eyes are closed. Nighty Night Sissy Bethany.



Gretchen also was tired after the long day. A day filled with exciting exposure, fear in the parking garage, the unknown of possibly someone who knew Gretchen seeing the sissy parade at Perry's drive through restaurant. "I'll be going to bed now too." Addressing Betty and Angela she said, "I'm in the sissy boys room tonight. You two can share one of the remaining rooms." Betty whispered to Angela and then followed Gretchen into the room where the Calgary sissy had decided to repose for the night. "Take all your clothes off, dear. Time to get ready for bed."



When Angela returned, Gretchen was laying naked on the bed much as Bethany had earlier, only this bed was very boyish, and around the room were signs of youthful male at play. "Oh no, I couldn't," exclaimed Gretchen as the giant baby bottle found its mark between lips. Angela was now feeding Gretchen jut as Gretchen had fed Bethany earlier. "There, there, my sweet little sissy," stated Betty. "Take your bottle, or we'll have to roll you over and spank again. The threat of reheatng Gretchen's bottom caused an immediate suc-king and swallowing, ensuring Betty and Angela could see sissy was behaving as required. "Very well. If you finish your bottle quickly, we might just let you off without a serious spanking." Gretchen was about to experience very similar to Bethany's experiences.



Betty wanted complete privacy when she took Angela into the leather room. Ensuring Gretchen and Bethany were both exhausted and sound asleep. "You'll like sleeping in your little sissy boy bed tonight," as Betty pulled a triple thick diaper high and tight into Gretchen's crotch, adding the sweetest yellow baby pants of plastic shiny vinyl with white elastic edges so tight on Gretchen's smooth shaved legs. "These," Betty snapped the plastic panties elastic waist, "will keep you dry tonight, darling." Ensuring all the diaper is inside the elastic leg bands, Betty asked Angela for some "Jammies, sweet baby boy, Jammies." Gretchen thought, "Oh no, don't look in my closet."



As Angela put down the now empty baby bottle, the duty was to find the sissiest little pajama's for Gretchen to sleep in quickly and soundly; safely and securely. Angela returned from the closet smiling, "How about these," asking Betty? Betty's only reply was a huge smile, and a simple, "Perfect." In Angela's hands were a pair of total body length footed sleepers. The right leg was yellow and the left leg pink, the right sleeve was pink and left sleeve yellow. The basic body front was white and the body back was red. The right foot was green while the left foot blue and hands too were reversed blue/green.



Meanwhile across the neck a red band stitched securely, had a snap button which secured it around any big baby's neck. It was as if a clown designed this sleepwear. Down the front more snaps, from neck to crotch and across the inseam of both legs down to knee. "Oh please, not those ones," Gretchen cried out, I can never get out of them if..." the statement was left hanging as Angela held up a yellow and a pink mitten which could be buttoned to the sleeves, preventing the wearer from performing any duties beyond the most simple. "Oh yes, indeed, you will. You'll enjoy these so much," as Betty unsnapped the body and began the torturous dressing of sissy Gretchen in these so laughable jammies. Gretchen hoped Betty wouldn't find out about the secret waist band but she did.



Just as Gretchen was being snapped into her sissy boy pajama's, having mittens secured to sleeve and neckband snapped up to throat, Betty discovered the hidden belt. "Ah yes, this is just what we need to make sure you stay in your Jammies until we let you out in the morning," stated Betty. Built into the waist band was a sturdy leather belt sewn right into the fabric at middle, It came tight around Gretchen and locked at belly button. A small flat lock requiring a special key now held Gretchen into the sissy clown pajamas as Betty stuck the key into her pocket. "Before we leave you to sleep soundly, I'm going to get something for Angela here, to show you just what she has to look forward to tonight. Are you absolutely sure Angela, that you want to spend the night with me in the leather room?"



It was Angela's turn to be on the spot, as shy, unsure, scared Angela nodded head to signify yes. Fear running hot and cold down Angela's back at the prospect of a night of passion and pain; hours of leather endured discovery of Angela's personal limits. "You see to Gretchen's soother while I get something for you and you can decide if you want to come with me further down this road, Angela sissy." As Betty left, Gretchen asked, "Are you absolutely sure Angela? Are you positive you can take whatever Betty dishes out?" Angela replied only that, "I'm so scared Gretchen. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Oh, I've fantasized many times, thinking what it would be like to be taken and..." "I know, but just remember this is real now.



If it gets too much let Betty know. So much of this fantasy is becoming real for all of us, there is no need to rush it." Gretchen's statement was cut-off by Angela popping into Gretchen's mouth the largest baby blue soother in adult size with ring attached and a secure lanyard and clip to fasten to Gretchen's pillow. As Gretchen lay happy to pass into sleep in the warm protective cocoon of the footed sleepers, and Angela stood guard over her, Betty returned with a most ingenious device. Angela suc-ked in her breath as the thing came closer. "How do you like your gag dear?"



Betty was at the ready holding what looked like a very fat three inch long pen-is standing at attention in her right hand attached to a number of straps and fasteners all in shiny white leather. "Gretchen, you may watch for a few minutes as Angela learns a lesson. Come closer Angela dear, and see for yourself. Come closer and open your mouth. Feel for yourself, waht you have wanted for so many years, but have been too afraid to try."



Angela did indeed come closer as if a fire fly drawn to the light, knowing it will cause severe pain both emotionally and physical. Yet, with all her power, unable to resist. The white rubberized pen-is gag, encased by leather straps in a sissies favourite white, held in Betty's hand a new world for Angela. Betty was wise. Betty knew that sissy had to want to take this next step, held the device out as if a person feeding a wild animal, hand open, tempting the creature to take it. "You must want it, Angela. No one will force you. You, and only you, must take the bait."



Angela's mouth was dry as a desert as the weapon was only inches away now. "Touch it with your tongue, dear. Lick it gracefully, gently. Pretend it's real." Gretchen witnessed her friend now perform the ultimate sissy duty of performing fellatio open a dil-do, pretending it belonged to a real man, a man she now wanted inside her. Angela was feeling new stirrings of a sissy she had never before felt, as the dil-do now slipped gently between lips to push aside Angela's tongue.



Angela closed her eyes in swooning passion as only a sissy can understand the feelings coming over the boy. "Yes," said Betty. "You're beginning to enjoy this," as Betty pushed the tool in deeper until a rubber dam stopped the forward motion as dil-do filled sissy Angela's mouth to capacity. "Enjoy this, sweety, as I get you ready for so much more," stated Betty now, bringing up and over Angela's head the first of many leather straps which would secure this horrible device around Angela's head. "Gretchen's eyes behind the soother widened as sissy Angela took it all inside her mouth deeply; to be secured by a strap across the cheeks to be fastened behind Angela's Head.



Two straps came over top of the dil-do gag to reach up on each side of Angela' nose spreading further past the eyes to join a wide band across the forehead. From the bottom of the dil-do gag and joining with the two face straps ran an additional strap down across the chin to secure Angela in a biting position. All the leather straps in white, all the buckles in shiny silver, all the fear rising at this new development.



Angela wet her diapers on the spot. The sissy boy peed himself. His fears got the better of him. What could he do now? Would Betty go too far? What a mad adventure. As Betty snapped a leash onto the rear of the gag harness she further snapped a couple of leather wrist cuffs on Angela and fastened them together behind the fearful sissy's back. "I see you need a diaper change soon, sissy," announced Betty. "Why, what a little baby sissy you are Angela.



Let's go and leave Gretchen to sleep quietly while I make noise on your wet backside with my paddle." Steering the boy off in the direction of the leather room, Angela. "Sweet dreams Gretchen. We'll see you in the morning," as Betty led off her new captive. Her new sissy, baby Angela.



Bethany slept soundly in the all too sissy babydolls of a little girl with double pink plastic panties covering huge triple thick diapers. Gretchen was in the so sweet boys footed pajama's belted tightly over triple thick diapers and extra soft baby pants. The two sissies dreamt of sweet soothers and giant baby bottles; they each thought of what delightfully sissy outfit they could tempt strangers with tomorrow at the theme park.



A noisy or an extra thick diaper would ensure exposure by either announcing itself through crackles and crinkles or by bulging the hips out to diapered proportions. One way or the other, sissies who prance around publicly diapered, get the attention they so deserve. Gretchen dreamt of the five sissies holding hands walking down the boardwalk at the cowboy themed park looking as out of place as can be, in shaved legs and short shorts, frilly blouses and mary janes.



Bethany felt the stiff English upbringing. The parade through an authentic western town tomorrow would bring tears of shame sometime during the day. "Oh Dear," she dreamt secretly to herself, do I dare wear a skirt in the daytime? Bethany rolled over smiling to herself. Both sissies dreams were interrupted by a shrill scream from down the hall. Whatever Betty was doing to Angela, had broken the sissy's will. It had only been about two hours since Betty led the Toronto sissy off in wrist cuffs and the horribly feared pen-is gag secured around Angela's head by white leather straps.



The boy had peed his diapers right there in front of Gretchen as Betty tightened the straps around Angela's head. What torture or delight could Betty be inflicting now, to have caused that final scream? Was it a cry of help? Was it an emotional awakening of internal needs never before expressed, but often felt? Angela was exploring new highs of feelings. Betty ordered the boy, "Just come along over here, by this post dear Angela. I want you to stand facing this wooden frame."



Angela was in a thick very wet diaper, wrist cuffs fastened together at back, and the pen-is gag. All other clothes had long been removed. Betty now also removed the sissy's diapers to let the cool night air dry the tender skin. As her hand ran all over the sissy's bottom cheeks admiringly, she stated,"they are just about the most spankable cheekies I've ever felt." She pushed Angela closer to the post now, while in one swift motion unsnapping the wrist cuffs and resecuring them to each other after going around the six inch by six inch round wooden post.



Angela was a prisoner of the wooden post which allowed the sissy to walk around it but never leave its presence. "Look around this room," ordered Betty, "while I prepare a few things for you." Angela peered around this horrible room as a prisoner would survey his cell for the first time. The room was twelve feet square, done up in dark colors, with leather furniture everywhere. "See all the pretty things," Betty asked? "Which would you like to experience first? We have emotional torture devices and we have physical devices. Gretchen has stocked this room just for you."



The huge pen-is in Angela's mouth allowed only a slight grunting noise. Spying in a circle from the wall opposite the door, Angela saw first a wooden slabbed bed with leather sheets and where did Gretchen get a leather duvet from? It was a very sturdy bed, showing the odd leather strap with buckles attached dangling down towards the floor.



A large armoire now opened next to it, as Betty rummaged around inside for who knows what. Stocks and an leather covered bench along with a St Andrews cross were on the third wall, while the wall with the door was decorated in floggers, paddles, cat o' nine tails, on prominent display. As Angela turned to the floggers, feeling the painful welt, remembering the earlier caning across upper thigh, Betty came up from behind.



Betty knew what was going through the sissy's mind. Touching the smooth cheeks again now and letting her hand run down to the welt on Angela's thigh, she asked, "Does it still hurt, dear?" A nodding of head, confirmed same. "Well, we won't hurt your thigh's anymore tonight then." In relief Angela thanked Betty silently. "There are so many other parts of the body, aren't there?"



Betty had dropped some things on the floor behind Angela, out of sight. She was now getting ready to take this sissy just a little bit further down the road to sissy freedom. "Do you trust me to know not to go too far, Angela?" At first a shaking of head and then the inevitable nodding affirmatively. "You must want, Angela. You must desire what comes next, and that can only come from trusting me.



I can't tell you what will happen next except that we will not continue unless you nod twice to confirm you are ready for whatever I choose to do to you or with you." Betty stood behind the sissy admiring the smooth lithe body, knowing it can take much pain but one never knows if the mind can? Pain and pleasure reside not in the body; but in the hidden corners of the mind. One man's pain is another's delight.



Betty knew that one man can take a flogging and kiss her feet for it; while the next breaks down and cries pittifully after only a gentle spanking on bare backside. Angela nodded head twice. "Very good, my dear. We will explore your limits together, gently but firmly. You have passed the first test. Being secured to the post like this, the prisoner has two choices. 1. Escape. It was a wonderful fantasy, but the reality of going on is too much. The person has entered the world of B&D or S&M by mistake. A dream has turned to a desire, which in turn becomes a need and finally a fetishistic attraction. Only to be shattered at the first sign of reality. 2.



The person is hesitant, as you are, but in trust with another is willing to explore certain delights few people ever experience." As Betty stroked the sissy boys backside, getting a feel for where the first blow should land when the time came, expressed, "Shall we begin gently?" Angela fearing this meant a spanking, clenched her backside in anticipation. Betty the evil one, reached around the front of Angela with both hands and poured baby oil all over the sissy's coc-k and balls.



Quickly before it sprang to life she massaged the oil into this delicate skin while sliding on a medium coc-k ring over the balls and feeding the coc-k through the small plastic ring, pushed the ring right up against sissy's pubic bone. Attached to this main coc-k ring, was a pen-is ring which slid only to the base of pen-is thus trapping the sissy's ball sack in between. Angela gasped behind the pen-is gag at this new experience. She had anticipated a spanking. But was now feeling stirrings of passion as she did indeed grow rapidly in Betty's skilled hands. "Just a little more, dear," whispered Betty as the two rings were attached by a five inch leather strap to an even smaller ring which fit perfectly around the sissy's coc-k head just as it sweled to maximum. "There, all installed. Doesn't your coc-k cage feel good?"



Angela looked down to see her own huge erection encased in plastic rings sweling to larger than normal proportions. The leather strap running on top of the full length erection outlined its size. Underneath the head ring, at the vien a hook could be seen. Angela couldn't think what this would be for. "You're so new at this Darling, I'm afraid you'll wet yourself real soon.



I can't give you any panties to wear, they either won't fit over this giant flagpole of yours, or they'd get soaked when you wet yourself, as I know you will. Would you like your special spanking diapers?" Thinking that any diaper would make the upcoming spanking less painful, Angela agreed quickly, nodding her head. She hoped for very thick padding to protect the tender bottom in this first heavy seesion of new exploration. "Lift one foot at a time," ordered Betty as the pull-on, all in one,plasticized diapers and baby pants slid together up Angela's smooth legs. "These are very special diapers, made just for you dear."



The diaper certainly felt different as Angela thought Betty had put them on backwards, the thick padding being in front by mistake. "You see these are for sissy panty wetters who need a spanking, justlike you, Angela. There is no diaper material at all in the back part, leaving just plastic covering over your cheeks, so they can be spanked and spanked and spanked, without a thick diaper getting in the way." "Oh no," thought Angela. That's why they call them 'Spanking Diapers'. "Meanwhile," Betty continued, "here in front there are twelve layers of diaper material to capture all your sissy wetties once you start peeing yourself, which we both know you will do."



Just as Betty was pulling the diapers high up on Angela, she took hold of the sissy's pen-is, held it high and tight to stomach with one hand, while hooking the little hook around waistband of the diaper panties. This caused a stirring in Angela as her own pen-is was now being pulled high up by its coc-k rings. "The purpose of hooking your baby pee pee to the waist band like this is threefold. First if it shrivels up and falls down between your legs it might get injured if I bend you over to paddle you and it happens to be too close to the paddle. We don't want to permanently hurt our sissy. Second, if your useless little pee pee tries to shrivel up now, by being hooked like this it causes pain as the waist band holds your coc-k up high. An erection will be less painful than a shriveled up pee pee. Third by keeping your pen-is under control all your wetties will happen in the diaper part of the panty, no messes. Are you ready, Angela?"



Angela felt it, rather than heard anything. Betty's hand made contact with the soft plastic encased bottom cheeks and lingered there to rub in the feeling. Time after time, spank after spank, Betty performed the deed with a heavy splat on Angela's plasticized backside and rubbed along the area. It wasn't enough to just whack away on sissy's butt. No, that would never do. Betty changed the pressure, stroke and position with each swat. "Do you like your special 'Spanking Diapers' Angela," she whispered in the sissy boys ears? Her hand rubbed in the heat of the too hard spanking causing Angela to perspire inside the plastic panties.



As Betty raised her hand for the twentieth time, Angela couldn't help it anymore; she just flooded the front diaper part of these horrible punishing diapers. Angela thought this B&D and S&M stuff wasn't so bad. I can take it. Twenty hard spanks and now it must all be over. Big deal. Didn't even make me cry. Hurts like hell but that'l pass soon. This stuff isn't all that bad. Betty sensed the tension flow from sissy Angela, as she stated carefully, "What we call this, is 'Hot Cross Buns'. It allows the sissy to feel a warming effect before we get started.



You should be nice and wet from persperation and hot from these gentle bun warmers while I get the paddle ready for the main event." Angela, eyes rolled and went wide. A barely audible "mmmfffh," moaning, could be heard escaping the sissy's nose. Betty left Angela to reflect the words and anticipate the next step. As she returned, Angela's first indication that things had just cranked up a notch, was when Betty rubbed the hot backside through the slippery plastic, while whispering in Angela's ear. "Are you ready for step two of a three part night? Angela just now, began to realize there was much more to Betty than imagined. "Would you like to feel just a little bit more sissy panty-wetter Angela?"



With Betty's left hand she held up for Angela to see a devious device two feet long with rubber covered surface much like a ping pong paddle. It was slimmer; being only about six inches wide. "This should warm you up Angela, if you're feeling cold?" Imprinted on the paddle was 'House of Correction' on one side and 'Sissy Stick' on the other. "Enjoy," she stated as a waitress would when bringing someone dessert. Betty bent down behind Angela, and performed one more deed. "You must be hot in your plastic panties, just ready for the next phase."



Betty found the previously hidden zipper. Built into the back of these spanking diapers, was a half moon zipper which opened up from one leg up to the waistband across to the other side and down the other leg. The entire rear plastic could be folded down as a trap door, allowing access to the soft tender lower cheeks. As Betty folded the plastic down out of the way, Angela realizing much more was to come, did indeed swallow pride and allow a first gentle rolling of tear on cheek, down the chin to splash on the floor in front of her right foot. Betty now released the straps holding the horrible pen-is gag in Angela's mouth. It was a relief to be able to breath deeply the warm night air and if necessary speak to Betty to stop this exquisite yet frightening experience. Angela was no longer so sure of herself.



Betty knew that sissy Angela could never take a full paddling with gag in place. The mind would reel from the experience. The body needed a release. "Anticipate dear Angela, how this paddle will blister your backside." In actuality this paddle was specially designed to not blister; but rather make lots of noise, bring about a quick painful reddening of cheeks but do no harm at all in long term effect. But the mind needed to know that suffering would be intense, whether it was true or not. Betty continued, "Get ready for a new feeling Angela."



As her arm reached high overhead, Betty's hand swept through the air. Angela's eyes went like saucers at first contact of bare wet flesh by the special sissy spanking paddle. That was when the scream, which woke the others escaped Angela's lips. What else was a sissy to do but let out all the pain he had felt for the many years. Angela mewed and cried and sniffed and blubbered all the hurt from within. It wasn't the paddling alone which casued the release of tears. It was the years of hiding sissy self.



It was the years of pretending to be a boy or worse yet a man, when in fact we all know Angela is a sissy painty waist, never again permitted jeans, or manly pursuits. With each swat on backside Angela felt the teasing and taunting of the other children at play so many years ago. Betty encouraged the sissy now with a simple, "Let it all out dear." as the paddle made contact again, Angela released the emotions of the hidden sissy within, by recalling in her mind and bringing forward in tear streaked fashion the teachers talking about the boy in grade nine who pissed his pants this morning in history class, laughing aloud at poor Angela crying in the nurses room next door.



Angela's Mother scolding him for playing around in her drawers and closet while she was out shopping. Every boy's worst nightmare of being discovered as a sissy panty waist by your own Mother. The paddle found it's mark only to punctuate another mental picture of Angela in some other sissy fashion. And the tears continued for poor Angela as she relived in five minutes an entire life's worth of growing up sissy. And then it was over.



Betty having undone the wrist restraints, turned sissy Angela in her arms to hug the sissy and tell her, "It's ok to cry now, It's ok to finish off a good sissy cry and let it all out." Betty led the darling sweet sissy over to the bed to get her ready for the night. Betty was now so gentle with her new found sissy friend, helping to quickly remove the spanking diaper, and clean up Angela; who was still tearing up at the memories the spanking had evoked out of those deep recesses of the sissy's mind. Angela was so compliant to Betty's wishes, it was easy to get the sissy into giant nighttime diapers, a soft and ruffly baby doll top along with thick woolen socks to keep toes warm.



As they both layed down for a long night, Angela cradled in Betty's arms, mewing gently still. Betty did not mind a wet shoulder from Angela's tears. Betty knew the ways of sissies. Hugging Angela gently, she stated, "I know, baby, I know," over and over again, rocking Angela into a deep sleep. As Angela drifted off, she wondered just what all Betty knew about sissies? Betty was almost asleep too now, as her mind shifted a gear. "I wonder what BabyPants is up to? He seemed so happy being led off hand in hand by Alex the cowboy. What was the Illinois sissy doing right now? Tomorrow when they meet again, Betty would have to get sissy BabyPants to tell all in front of the others what was taking place in the arms of the strong cowboy at this very minute.



Would BabyPants have the courage to confess openly to them or would Betty have to coax it out with her paddle and pointed questions? How strong a sissy was BabyPants after all? As Betty rolled over allowing the heavily breathing Angela to also get comfortable, Betty's thoughts continued. "Yes," she dreamt, "that sissy more than the others, needed to feel. BabyPants. BabyPan.. BabyPa... Baby...." Betty slept also.



Bethany awoke to the sights and rustling sounds of a sweet baby's nursery. Although our Bethany was very much older, the return to babyhood for the night was refreshing beyond any deep sleep. Bethany's eyes first spied the carefully stretched out canopy overhead as a cloud covering this so sissy bed. Eyes downcast, to scan the pink baby doll top, extra large pink baby pants stretched to fullness by the giant diaper.



The diaper was soaked, as it was every morning. No use in hiding the fact. Doctor's and other professionals had told his Mother, "He's just too lazy to get up at night," and "He needs diapers like a baby," and "He needs to be punished for his shameful wetting of his bed." Mumsy would spank and nappy him to bring about a level of correction. But, it never worked. The lad was so afraid of the spankings after a night in a wet bed.



He was totally relieved when his Mother, upon finding a wet nappy, simply treated it as a necessity. The die was cast. Wet the bed, receive a spanking, scolding, be sent to school in skirts with rubbers and nappies showing, in short be punished severly. Wet the nappies at night and a few stern words and off to school. The boy almost begged to be nappied at night to avoid the severe alternative. The few times he was allowed to 'grow-up' and not wear the heavy rubber bloomers and nappy's, a tearful boy awoke to another round of debasements for the day. Bethany felt the doll which had slipped out of arm, and slid down under the blanket which were a bunched mess at the side.



As Bethany reached out, the pink mittens tied tightly at wrist became visible, remainding the sissy that he was a prisoner in pink. Bethany was a he, in a she's bed and baby clothes. Bethany loved this feeling of baby girl freedom. To be able to just wet the nappies and not be spanked for it. To be loved and cuddled, even if only by a betsy wetsy doll, and to give back love. The doll had to be craddled, cared for, protected. As sissy Bethany stood up, the soother in between lips made itself known. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed inwardly, "the soother stayed in my mouth all night. How grand. I just know this is going to be a wonderful day of exploring with my new sissy friends."



It wasn't long before Gretchen stretched awake inside the pink, yellow, blue and green full length footed sleepers. A luxurious feeling of wetness between legs, and all around the loins, reminded sissy Gretchen that the triple thick diapers were very much in need of changing; just as Bethany's were. To wake up to a soaking diaper is heavenly. Both sissies struggled with the door knobs. Bethany's sissy pink mittens tied at wrist were very slippery while Gretchen's mittens were buttoned to sleeves also making turning the knob difficult.



They met in the hallway, as Gretchen and Bethany both pranced along down the hall towards the kitchen in need of coffee. The first blush of recognition lasted only a moment for both boy's in sissy night attire. Somehow through cooperation they managed to make coffee and toast. It was in the spirit of cooperation that both got what was needed while working alone they would have sat hungry and thirsty, as neither could perform the simplest duty without the assistance of the other.



It was the truest lesson of sissyhood; the lesson of cooperation rather than confrontation. So many men had not learned this hard lesson, nor perhaps would they ever. It took a sissy's swallowing of male pride to learn this hard lesson indeed. After all, what false ego could one hold onto when dressed as prissy and as sissy as these two sweeties? Betty and Angela came along as the smell of coffee extended down the hall. Angela walked gingerly and submisively behind Betty.



Angela's longer white gown came almost to knee, marking a very feminine line, as if Angela wished to be treated more girly. "Good morning sweeties," Betty almost shouted. "I see you managed to work together and make coffee; well done." As four sissies sat around the table, Betty undid the mittens from Gretchen and Bethany allowing them freedom to pick up coffee cups by handle rather than two handed squeeze. "So, is everybody well rested and ready for this next adventure?"



They all knew they were, having resigned themselves to this trip for over the last six months, screwing up courage to be sissified to the utmost. "I am a little scared," piped up Angela. "Of course you are dear, of course." Let me just explain a few things," Betty continued, "and then we'll get dressed to start a wonderful trip you'll never forget." Taking a sip of steamy coffee, Betty spent five minutes explaining to the others what would happen today. "Gretchen has arranged this trip to Heritage Park for us. Opening is at 10:00 A.M. We'll avoid the crowds by arriving at 11:00."



She spread the map and guide book for the theme park out in front of them. "We'll wander around near the train station and other western style shops and souvenier consessions near the entrance. Then at 12:00 we'll be right here," pointing to a specific spot on the map, "to receive our friend Johnny, BabyPants. Alex has promised to bring him back to us at noon." Sipping more coffee, Betty continued, "We'll then make our way down to the old western hotel's dining room for lunch.



BabyPants can tell us all about his adventure with Alex last night over a delicious salad. In the afternoon we'll parade around, ride the authentic western train, explore the blacksmith shop, and all the other buildings and shops . Now, last person dressed, has to carry the diaper bag all day." As this was said four sissies dashed to bedrooms to be first dressed. Three sissies awaited in the living room, chatting about poor Bethany being given the job of carrying the sissy diaper bag holding their much needed supplies for the trip, as Bethany had yet to make an appearance.



The three admired each others choice of fashionable sissy attire, but could not understand why Bethany was so slow. "Hush, I hear something," Betty ordered the chattering sissies to silence. When around the corner, still out of sight a swishing and a clicking of heels could be heard. Bethany was about to make a grand entrance. The three sissies wore sensible tennis shoes, but Bethany entered on shiny Mary Jane heels of black leather,encasing nyloned feet. The shimmering nylon's rose to thigh where they disappeared behind a pettitcoated hem.



Around the sissy was the prettiest pink organza and light airy lace Easter dress.It hugged the slim waist, while delicously flaring out around extra wide hips; obviously diapered to protect this sweetest of all dresses. A flat chest negated the effect of girlyness as only a sissy would be so decked out yet have no real bosom to support those darted 'B' cups. Poor Bethany had mis-understood the attire for this trip; or had she? Could the London sissy really wish to appear in public in a brand new Easter dress made for a little girl, but in a size to fit his taller body? "Oh My, Bethany," Gretchen exclaimed, "You're gorgeous! The Easter Bunny will eat you up alive in that outfit." As all sissies admired Bethany's blushing reflection they did indeed wish each other a Happy Easter. A very happy sissy Easter to one and all!



All three admired Bethany's outfit, oohing and aahing the brave sissy who dared to appear so openly skirted. "What a gorgeous dress dear," stated Betty. "Did you bring it across from England." Not knowing how to answer, Bethany reflected for a moment. Gretchen recognized the dress as one of the lovliest she had stocked in the closet of the little girly bedroom Bethany had occupied. Bethany blushed, and stated the fact, she, "thought it was alright to borrow from all the lovely things hanging in the closet." Reaching out to assure the shaking Bethany, Gretchen confirmed that, "Of course it's alright for anyone to borrow anything in any closet of the house. Sissies must work together to help each other. You may borrow anything."



As the admiring eyes scanned sweet Bethany, the slim waisted sissy beamed with a sincere appreciation of her new found friends who accepted the sissy Bethany in any attire. Deciding however, that sweet Bethany might be just a tad over dressed for a 'Western Themed' Park, Angela and Gretchen were given the task of finding their new found friend more appropriate attire for a day's outing amongst Cowboys and Indians. "And, while you're getting Bethany ready, you may want to do something about your shoes, dear's. Tennis shoes won't do at all. Gretchen you must have some Buster Brown's or sissy sandals?"



What more direction would a pair of sissies need then to be told to change shoes for something more juvenile. It was ten minutes later, while Betty was stuffing the last item into the over sized diaper bag with Disney print on the face, when she spied three sissies prancing down the hall together. Betty beamed now at the sight. Before her stood three identical sissies, all decked out in very high fashion shorts and tops. They wore: Angela was in white nylon shorts, almost translucent, revealing pink baby pants stretched over what can only be a medium thick diaper. Angela's top was a beige peasant blouse with strings at bodice offering to be untied by anyone eager to check out the fleshy chest.



Bare arms extended to a light almost feminine watch at left wrist. Angela enjoyed this activity of showing off pink baby pants under white shorts; the poor sissy was almost bouncing in eagerness. Angela's springy step was a result of white ankle socks encased in white sandals strapped around ankle, strapped around in-step, in fact straps everywhere. the shoes were a sole of heavy leather with straps and buckles attached at every inch. Gretchen appeared in yellow denim shorts. These were very tight allowing no stretch. They bulged in the most embarassing way at every step indicating Gretchen's pants were full of something. A lady would immediately know it to be a thick diaper, while someone not familiar with babies and the things of youth might think he had had an accident in his pants bulging out the rear.



Gretchen complimented the shorts with a yellow onesie. The crotch snaps were hidden under the belt loops. This onesie was a tee shirt with very long tail, which came around under crotch and snapped onto the front, holding diapers securely in place. At foot were tan buster brown's buckled at side along with yellow ankle socks. Bethany dared to go just a bit further by actually wearing the sweetest baby blue stretch woolen sissy shorts bulked out over extra thick diapers and rubber panties. The blue shorts did not hide the fact Bethany was diapered.



These shorts were not athletic as Angela's nylon shorts were, nor were they in a manly denim as Gretchen's were. The woolen material instantly screamed out, "I am a sissy baby, Please take me." Only babies appeared in woolen short pants in public. Bethany would experience many glacing eyes today. The plain white tee shirt made sure that all eyes would immediately fall to sissy bulked shorts. Bethany's socks were a baby blue ankle sock with rolled cuff and shiny black low heel mary janes. All three awaited Betty's approval now, standing holding hands with Angela in middle, cautious to not spoil the moment. Betty declared them all, "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Betty immediately checked out all three diapers with her hand, rubbing the sissies bottoms to assure for herself they were all diapered properly for this adventure.



Walking behind the sissies she commented occasionally as her hand ran over a slippery diapered rear end. "Are you sure Gretchen, that your diaper is thick enough?" And walking over to Angela, Betty rubbed the sissies backside stating, "I spy someone in pink baby panties. I wonder who it could be?" Angela joined Gretchen in the blush as Bethany was next, when Betty stated, "Oh my, what have we here? Little Boy Blue, all bulging at the seems from his baby diapers." As Betty walked around the three sissies blushing holding hands to give each other strength for the adventure ahead, Betty retrieved the bulging diaper bag, handing it to Bethany saying, "I believe this is yours?"



Four sissies entered the garage through the ajoining door from kitchen. Gretchen snapped on the ignition. The big car roared to life instantly. Betty, sitting beside Gretchen asked how long the drive would be. "About half hour or so, depending on traffic." Checking the clock on the dashboard, Betty decided it perfect. The main doors at the theme park were already open to allow tourists inside. "Crowds should be thined out by the time we get to the car park. You three will attract enough attention today."



A deep silence fell over them as each was encased in their own thoughts, while Gretchen played loudly over the 200 watt stereo system; Straus' Blue Danube Waltz, Bach's Brandenburg Concerto, Rossini's Barber of Seville, Beethoven's priceless Ode to Joy and the famous William Tell overture. As they pulled into the car park, what grander entrance could there be of sissies about to go on parade, then to have the Theme from 'The Lone Ranger' blaring away, over the stereo as they pull off the highway into the parking lot.

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Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen



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Betty led Gretchen, Bethany-Louise and Angela up the long walkway from parking lot to wooden stokade, which served as entrance to the western themed park. It was scary to say the least for the sissies in this march. Betty giggled inwardly wondering if it would be appropriate to ask for admission tickets for one adult and 3 children? Would that embarrass the three sissies too much?



Would it attract too much attention? Perhaps! “Maybe I won’t push it too far,” Betty thought. Gretchen was in the sissy yellow demin shorts bulging in the rear end as if…? Angela had on the girly white nylon shorts with bulky diapered pink baby panties easily visible.



The swish of plastic panties against nylon shorts a constant reminder to the sissy. While Bethany-Louise appeared in what can only be described as a baby outfit of knit baby blue shorts with tigth elastic at waist and leg openings, barely muffling the crackle, crinkle, of the noisiest disposable diapers imaginable. Bethany’s black Mary Jane shoes and giant diaper bag over shoulder fininshed the illusion of sweet babyness.



Bethany couldn’t be sweeter. “Four adults please,” Betty stated matter of factly as they reached the ticket booth. The lady smirked at looking around her to see Betty in a reasonable short outfit accompanied by three sissies of unbelievable appearance. “Yes, of course.



Will you need a locker for the d…”, not knowing exactly what to call the bag over Bethany’s shoulder. “Yes,” said Betty. “It might be a good idea to hold the dear’s diaper bag in a locker while we strole around your lovely park.” Paying for their admission and the locker rental, Betty led the way into the park. To the right, just inside the high stokade walls were lockers and washrooms. “Is everyone still dry,”



Betty asked loud enough for a few tourists fifty feet away to hear? All nodded, not wishing to experience so early what they all feared would come; a diaper change sometime today. Bethany was relieved at being without the diaper bag but now didn’t know what to do with hands. The shorts had no pockets. Hands brushing against the knit shorts just rustled the diapers more. Betty opened the giants diaper bag and reached inside.



Retrieving a bottle Betty asked each sissy to hold out their hands, as she poured an apreciable amount of baby oil in each sissy’s hands. “Rub it into your legs dear’s,” she stated. As Betty secured their diaper bag, all three sissies rubbed their own legs from upper thigh to ankle. Six legs now gleamed and glistened highlighting their hairless pale skin. “Let’s strole sweeties,” Betty ordered. “It’s eleven thirty.



We have a half hour before we meet Alex and our friend Johnny BabyPants.” From away in the distance a train whistle from a bygone era could be heard and the rumbling of steel wheels felt across the hard packed earth. Buildings from earlier times were scattered around the park. A wooden boardwalk proceeded down the hill towards an old train station of a hundered years ago.



This truly is a Wild West theme park, with horse drawn wagons on the cobbled streets and everywhere a smiling eye staring at these new visitors. A park such as this attracts people from all over the world, and all walks of life. But never in the history of this or any theme park, has it entertained such sweet sissies as now strolled along gently.



Bethany marvelled at the western train station now coming closer. “Goodness, it’s just like in old western movies.” Meanwhile, Angela felt heavy misgivings about being so openly exposed, almost broke down in tears in public when three teenaged girls walked by staring at the white nylon shorts, seeing through to the pink plastic panties underneath. Angela had never done so foolish a thing as to allow this kind of public scrutiny.



Yet, it was relieving in some ways. All the years of wishing were over. All the many times of guessing what it would be like. No more. The time was here. Enjoy it or whither forever. A grass field lay ahead, with nary a person around. At almost high noon the regular tourists were mossying towards the hotel and it’s dining room or other consessions scattered around the park. In short order, it happened. Just as they waited at the appointed place, a couple came through the stokade entrance.



They were a young looking cowboy type holding the hand of a tall, very youthful lad. It was none other than Alex and BabyPants. “Oh my,” exclaimed Angela, “here they come.” Alex was dressed as before in western style shirt, demin jeans and cowboy boots. BabyPants looked the same as last night in his so sweet baby blue snap crotch sissy shorts with bib front and the bright yellow tee shirt.



A yellow and blue overgrown baby boy is what he looked like. At twenty-five, he still looked so youthful. His shorts bulked out from what could only be a huge oversized diaper. Betty reached out her hand in greeting to Alex, thanking him from bringing their sweet BabyPants back right on time. In doing so Alex reached out his right hand as well, casuing a swish from below.



Betty held firmly his right hand, and taking a step closer, reached with left hand to pat Alex’s backside gently. The splat of a hand contacting diapered butt under tight jeans was obvious. As Alex tried to squirm away, betty declared, “Now hold still Alex, I just had to make sure for myself. The more you squirm, the longer I’ll keep my hand on your backside here in public.”



Alex settled down, allowing Betty to feel his diapered butt as more tourists walked around them in a wide berth. “So you like diapers too, do you Alex?” The boy blushed furiously at this first exposure so openly in front of the others and anyone else who looked on. “It’s just, Johnny made me promise to try them. I promise it wasn’t my idea. I just…!” They all had remembered themselves being in the same position of first exposure. A boy would do anything, blame it on anyone, to not admit to actually feeling the attraction himself. "I want BabyPants to tell us over lunch all about your date last night. Won't that be nice, dears? BabyPants will tell all."



“Will you join us for lunch, Alex,” asked Betty? She let go of his hand now, allowing him to stand at attention, readjusting his pants to ensure the diaper waistband didn’t peak out over the top of his jeans. Alex thought, looked at his watch and proclaimed, “No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m a bachelor and have to feed the cows this afternoon or they’ll stampede.”



Taking Johnny, BabyPants hands into his own, the strong cowboy looked into Johnny’s wide eyes, saying, “I sure will miss you. You must come back some day.” BabyPants stared misty-eyed back at the strong handsome cowboy holding his own hands so firmly at each side. And then, when all eyes were staring at the two boys, it happened. Alex, holding Johnny’s hands, brought them around behind Johnny’s lower back. Pulling the lad’s abdomen to him,



Johnny’s head came up, mouth open in surprise. Alex was ready, as his lips pressed hard onto the man-boy’s lips. The passionate embrace continued, neither feared being seen nor seeing anything but each other. Alex was a consummate lover, who could bring deep passion into Johnny’s burning mouth, his tongue dancing over Johnny’s teeth and fencing with Johnny’s tongue.



He held Johnny, BabyPants in a tight embrace of hand intertwined in hand at Johnny’s lower back while his strong chest muscles pushed against the frail Johnny’s bib front sissy shorts. Just as Johnny thought the kiss would end, Alex eased just a bit his grip, letting his mouth pass to Johnny’s lip, suc-king more blood into the engorged upper lip to resensitize it anew. Alex dove in on the boy again and again, deeper with each passing second, as Johnny later recounted, “tickling my tonsils.” As their lips parted, a gentle “good-bye” was heard; Alex released his grip and strode off towards the exit.



BabyPants, still in the heat of such sexual expression, took some time to realize he was standing head up, eyes closed, unsure of the surroundings in a swoon. “I think I’m going to pee myself,” said Angela, after witnessing such a passionate display. “I just did,” replied Gretchen while Bethany-Louise stood in a full blush, obviously in the same predicament. They all watched Alex the cowboy strutting to the exit.



At one point it appeared that maybe he was wiping away a tear. Johnny, BabyPants’ dear Alex was gone. “Well,” exclaimed Betty. “We better get some food. The restaurant in the hotel is supposed to have great cuisine. Let’s go try it out. You three hold hands and parade off towards the Hotel. I’ll take BabyPants here by the hand and follow right behind.” And so another Parade of Sissies was to be seen.



This time, throughout the theme park, tourists and cowboys and employees alike all watched in amazement as Betty escorted the four sissies to lunch. Speaking now to her friend BabyPants holding tightly to Betty’s right hand, “I want to hear every detail over lunch. You will tell us all what you did from the moment you left the Drive In parking lot last night until now.”



Sissy BabyPants couldn’t agree more. So happy now to be able to express openly to others who understand the sissy lifestyle, Johnny BabyPants would happily blubber away all during lunch about how Alex felt and how Alex made him feel. There was only a small commotion as they strolled into the dining room straight ahead once inside the hundred year old western Hotel.



A Mother with three teenaged girls were just leaving as the three vixens, teased, snickered, and laughed out loud at the sissies entering. The Mother hushed, as best as possible her three wayward girls, to little effect. As every sissy knows, a teenaged girl is the worst to meet in public. They are so fashion conscience, watching everything that everyone else wears, a sissy’s attire becomes immediately noticed.



Mothers or ladies often will be more nurturing and understanding. Boys will laugh or point but usually not say anything for fear of ending up in similar garb or afraid the sissiness might rub off, they stay as far away from sissies as possible. Men too, have their misgivings about sissies. Men usually are so interested in the engineering or construction around them that they simply don’t care about other’s attire. But, no one in the history of the world, is as conscious of clothing as a teenage girl.



The hostess thought best to seat the five as far to the back as possible, which suited the sissies as well for privacy of conversation. A round table was readied and the sissy parade continued through the dining room. They walked past eating tourists, past the employee table with all the stage hands in western wear, past the blacksmith and train conductor of yesteryear.



The sissies sat down around this table allowing an extra empty spot. This empty chair allowed everyone to view the sissies while the sissies could view everyone in the dining room. The closest table of three was fifteen feet away. “Drinks Lad…” not sure if she should say ladies or how to address her newest guests dressed so primly juvenile and sissish as to be almost feminine about the body but clearly masculine in the face and head.



What a conundrum? What do you call someone who you are not sure of? The waitress decided to just resort to the old west term, “Folks?” As drink orders were taken, menus scanned and the sissies settled into the moment it was time. Between ordering food, taking mouthfuls of the delicious meals, and sips of refreshments, BabyPants was reliving to them his story of the fantastically passionate night with Alex, his cowboy lover. “First, he asked me if I had spare diapers or would we have to stop at a drug store and buy some?



I just blushed furiously. I wanted him to take me into a store and make me pick out my own diapers in front of anyone who wanted to watch.” Taking a mouthful of delicious salad Betty exclaimed, “wonderful, keep talking.” “I just had to be his sweet baby for the night. He’s so handsome and I wanted to do anything he asked. Is it wrong to give yourself so completely to someone else?”



BabyPants continued his description as desserts and coffee were consumed. “Well,” he started again, “it was scary and all being diapered by the nurse and knowing that I’ll crinkle and crackle at every step out in the very crowded Drug store on the way back to Alex’s truck. She didn’t think anything was wrong with that and neither did Alex.



That’s when she told Alex to lie down, as it was his turn now to be properly diapered. Oh girls, Alex blushed so.” “Did he do it? Let her diaper him,” asked Angela? “Of course he did. She just pulled his jeans off, tisked at his wet underwear and explained that big boys who play with their pee pee’s get wet in the front and deserve to be diapered.” “I held Alex’s hand as nurse stripped him and that’s when I saw he had no pubic hair.



At twenty-two, Alex was as bald as a newborn baby down there. Nurse did the same to him as she had done to me earlier, sticking in a suppository, applying more hair remover lotion to keep him smooth down there and then she wrapped him in a tight diaper. His jeans really bulged now, and boy, did we ever crackle walking together hand in hand towards the cash register.”



As the waitress removed the plates, BabyPants had opportunity to catch up to the others by quickly finishing dessert. “We got to the Hotel and Alex just took my hand like I was a toddler, dragging me along and smiling to everyone while carrying the Super Drugs bag of diapers. In the elevator, he rubbed my diaper front saying he can’t wait to play.”



Bethany listened, and enthusiastically asked, “Did anyone stop to talk to you?” “Well, just an older couple in the hallway, asked what time it was, and kind of looked down at my snap crotch bibbed short pants, wondering if I was old enough to tell time.” We got to room 1262 and I just peed my diaper on the spot at seeing what Alex had done to the Hotel room.”



Getting every sissy’s attention BabyPants continued, “The bed was opened up and on top of the regular linens were shiny pink rubber sheets. On the pillow, a giant soother waited for whoever needed it. On the chairs were seated a teddy bear and a doll. There were baby bottles on the counter by the sink, and milk containers to fill the bottles with. A diaper bag stood at the ready in the entranceway, impossible to miss as soon as one walked in.



Through the open door into the bathroom, I could see several pairs of baby pants hanging across the shower curtain rod.” Alex was an adult baby too, but found it difficult to find anyone like-minded to play with when he came to the big city. His solitary games were often thrilling but unfulfilling; wishing desperately for someone to join in his pleasure of sissy baby attire and baby lifestyle. No harm ever came to others as the sissy practiced his lonely passions.



Now BabyPants would join Alex for a love fest of sissy comforts, all night long. “I asked him if he wasn’t scared about the maid coming in and seeing all his baby stuff laying around; but he said it added to the thrill of being caught. And, we all know what that’s all about, don’t we?” As the bill arrived, Angela insisted on paying for lunch for all her new friends, and asked BabyPants to please continue. “Well, Alex just watched me stare at all the wonderful baby things laid out when he turned me around and pushed me back against the door.



That was when he planted the biggest kiss on my lips. I swear his tongue is six inches long; it was just so powerful I couldn’t stop him, even if I wanted, which I certainly didn’t. His hands reached around to my backside, and…” “We got into the shower together. Alex soaped me up from top to bottom and just as he was kneeling in front of me, stroking me to clean off any soap residue his tongue flickered and before I knew it, I was inside his wonderfully delicious warm mouth. Oh, what a lover he is.



After the shower, he stuck a giant soother into my mouth and carried me to the bed over his shoulders.” “We spent all night, telling each other our stories, sipping milk from the bottles, rolling around the rubber sheets tickling each other, diapering and trying on different costumes. Oh, did I tell you he had all kinds of baby clothes hanging in the closet? It was a dream, come true. During the night, we slept a couple hours and played lots of games.



My favorite was diaper change time. We also played hot-cold coc-k. That’s where you heat up your mouth with hot water and then dive down on the other person or use ice-cold water to cool it off. Alex is both gay and an Adult Baby just like me; I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone like him. He knows how to make me feel all warm and tingly inside.” The bill was paid. The story was told.



Five sissies stood to leave the dining room in a gasp from some of the new tourists viewing such a show of sissies on parade. Betty led the way in an elegant fashion of sissy attire followed by Angela in the all too obvious sissy outfit of bulked out pink baby pants visible under the white nylon ladies shorts.



For whatever protection, the white shorts barely covered the pink panties. A more humiliating outfit could not be found for a man to wear in public. And yet? Bethany Louise followed Angela through the crowded diners in what can only be described as a baby outfit of baby blue knit shorts stretched over top of loudly crinkling diapers. Bethany’s shorts had the unmistakable baby touch of elastic leg holes tucking in the shorts so tightly under the crotch, exposing the longest smooth shaved legs ending in black Mary Jane’s.



A laughable outfit for any boy or girl, but a man? Well, only a true died in the wool sissy would be seen in such an outfit. Gretchen in the sissy yellow denim shorts followed along with BabyPants in his blue snap crotch shorts. Outside in the fresh air, Betty turned to the others and stated she wanted, “to ride on the authentic old steam train,” and “possibly walk around a bit before going on our shopping expedition tonight at the Adult Baby Store.”



It was diaper-changing time for our sissies on parade. Even extra thick diapers don’t last all day. Our sissies had left the restaurant, to retrieve their giant diaper bag from the lockers. Each sissy took a turn in the handicap bathroom while the others stood guard and chatted. Angela explained to BabyPants the events of the night with Betty in the leather room at Gretchen’s house saying, “Oh, BabyPants; it tingled when Betty was warming up my backside by hand on the plastic panty bottom.



I thought it was all over, but when Betty showed me the paddle I almost fainted.” And, Bethany told BabyPants about the night tucked in so sweetly in double plastic panties and pink baby doll top, sleeping with a dolly in arm; BabyPants was glad to hear about the wonderful adventures of his friends. “It was just so exciting,” BabyPants went to say to the others while Betty was inside the bathroom, “when Alex asked me to get on all fours on the rubber sheeted bed and he took me from behind so gently but firm.



I squealed when he first went it he was just so big. But, Alex reached for the giant soother to quiet me down.” Gretchen, Bethany Louise and Angela were all ears not noticing the three teenage girls from earlier pass by and cackle unmercifully at the, “four sissies waiting for their mommy to come out of the bathroom. Ha Ha Ha!” Bethany was about to breakdown in tears at this new teasing, when Betty emerged, frowning at the teens to make them go away. “Onward sweeties,” announced Betty. “Just ignore them; but remember this is exactly why we’re on parade.



If anyone wanted to not be teased they should have stayed home. We’re here to be seen, so come hell or high water, let’s be seen.” Betty led the way to the old train station. The whistle of the steam locomotive could be heard as the rhythmic whoosh of steam exhaust. A bit of a scene was made as the engineer whether knowingly or otherwise, let off steam just as the sissies were prancing along the boardwalk beside the old engine heading towards the platform. Angela jumped, Bethany squealed and BabyPants wet his diaper.



Gretchen smiled at this mad adventure, happy that her new found friends were in it through thick or thin. The train was disappointingly almost empty as most tourists were still eating lunch or otherwise occupied. A few couples smiled at the sissies but mostly left them alone as the train pulled around the park, whistling that long forgotten high pitched tune of a steam train.



The jugging of steam pistons and clicking of the old rails, was worth every penny of admission. “Seating across from Gretchen, Betty asked about the evening’s plans for shopping and thanked Gretchen for this wonderful outing they all needed so badly. Meanwhile, BabyPants couldn’t get Alex out of mind. Even now the others were enjoying this ride into history while he was fantasizing about Alex’s hardness and Alex’s wet hungry mouth, and Alex’s strong kisses, and Alex’s… “Are you daydreaming about your Alex,” asked Bethany Louise? Angela added, “I’ll bet he has coc-k on his mind again. We better let Betty deal with him tonight.” They all got off, thanking the conductor for a wonderful ride.



Just ahead lay the admission building for the steam driven paddle wheeler of yesteryear. “Why not,” asked Angela? And so it was, the sissies along with fifty others took an hour-long ride around the reservoir on a hundred year old paddle wheeler. As they walked along the decks and up and down the stairs to different levels, all fifty guests of the S.S. Moynihan got a good look at sissies on parade in short shorts, bare shaved legs, girly Mary Jane shoes, padded bottoms from too thick diapers underneath plastic panties and rustling disposables. “The colder air on my legs, from being on the water,” exclaimed Gretchen is making me wet more than normal.” “Me too,” gave Angela in reply. “I’m soaked as well.”



After the paddle wheeler and another trip with diaper bag into the handicap bathrooms, sissies wandered around the authentic old park, admiring the hard work those strong men had to perform to just scratch out a living on the prairies a hundred years ago. Not wanting to leave the park, at the same time all the tourists did, our sissy parade made it’s way out of the park gates a half hour before closing. “Well girls,” asked Gretchen. “Who’s for a quick trip home, relax a couple hours and go shopping in our own special Adult Baby Store?” Betty smiled, Angela jumped in glee knowing a new plastic panty was in order, Bethany asked if they had skirts and things while BabyPants asked if a guy or girl owned the store and who would serve them.



The five sissies settled into the car for the ride back to Gretchen’s house, while she explained the store was, “owned by a good friend, a pre-op trans-sexual who still has male equipment but the biggest ‘c cup’s’ you’ve ever seen. Barbie loves sissies. You’ll like her.”



The trip back to Gretchen’s house was unmarked except for a whaling police siren at one point along the expressway. Everyone feared Gretchen had been speeding. The ignominy of being pulled over and ordered to, “step out of the car,” was rattling all except Betty who was just so damn cool about everything.



The others feared so, as Gretchen slowed the big saloon down quickly and they all watched the police car zoom by after a bank robber or to the scene of a traffic collision. “Relax sweeties,” Betty calmed them, “even if we were stopped we’re not doing anything illegal. The cops have no quarrel with sissies. In fact, I know a couple cops back in Buffalo, who would give their right nut to look as sweet as you four do.”



In the house, behind the protective curtain of hard walls and security system monitors, behind the strong fence holding away the world, the sissies found time to relax and come down from the high of public prancing. “A thousand people must have seen us today,” announced Bethany, eager to verbalize with the others now the feelings of the day’s activity in the theme park. “Maybe ten thousand,” added BabyPants.



But then he was a little prone to exaggeration, wasn’t he? Angela, being the kind gentle person, bubbling with enthusiasm at this adventure, did something untoward. Angela gave Gretchen a big kiss on the cheek, in appreciation for the day. BabyPants and Bethany followed suit and Gretchen blushed hot at this sign of affection from her new friends. Gretchen saying simply, “Oh, you’re all so very welcome. You are my friends; my wonderful sissy friends.” They gabbed on and on about their feelings at having been seen by so many people in public, “Those three teenagers were cruel…” “The way the wind blew across my bare legs…” “The look on the face of that conductor when BabyPants offered to…” “My diaper felt so heavy on the boat I thought it was dragging out the back of my shorts and…” “That hot looking horny blacksmith…”



Obviously the last statement could come from none other than BabyPants. “I was going to ask for a high chair at the restaurant for one of you,” stated Betty. “Guess which one?” They were in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine each as Betty graciously took over the duties of preparing a delicious salad.



Betty knew that Gretchen was too excited right now to be trusted with a knife. Poor sissy might cut his fingers off. Betty wielded the tool expertly, so that a large five person, or rather, a five sissy salad emerged. As each sissy seated themselves around the table, Betty disappeared for a minute coming back to the dining table with two identical baby bibs.



One found its way around Bethany Louise’s neck, as Betty admiringly stated, “For being such a sweetie in your baby shorts today, you get to eat with the adults. But we must protect your pretty outfit mustn’t we?” Such a hot blush passed over the London sissy as to light a candle from ten paces. “And, we all know who this second bib is for, don’t we?”



An unsure feeling passed the room. “Who was so messy at lunch time?” No reply. “Who needed his chin wiped every five minutes?” All looked around to the red faced BabyPants now knowing who Betty was referring to. Betty did indeed come around behind the Illinois sissy declaring him a Baby for life who would always need bibs at mealtimes from now on.



The salad was deliciously tart. It had a hint of bacon dressing mingled with vinegar and a sweetness that lingered afterwards to invite another bite. “Betty, this is marvelous,” declared one and all. Meanwhile the conversations continued with, “Oh I hope I can find some new plastic panties tonight at the store.” “I wish we would have taken pictures of each other on the boat.” “Wipe your chin BabyPants!” This coming from Betty of course, as she maintained vigilance over her sissies. “What about a new dress. Do they have dresses and frillies at this store?” “I so want new plastic panties to suit my moods. Like when…” Angela was anxious for her baby attire. The Toronto sissy couldn’t wait any longer. “Almost time to go. Last sissy dressed to go shopping gets a paddling,” Betty announced.



All dashed except for BabyPants who wasn’t sure if a paddling was a punishment or a reward. He certainly made no move to leave the table until released from the bib by Betty. In a half hour four sissies stood at attention for inspection by Betty. In order of height they were. BabyPants in a much too tight fleece top showing nipple outline through the tight purple material. This sissy was on the prowl.



Underneath a pair of short shorts also fleece but in a lighter fuchsia, barely holding in a medium thick diaper over bare shiny legs, little boy type ankle socks and black buster brown shoes. “My goodness, what a display of little boy sassiness,” announced Betty in approval. Bethany Louise was next in a flounced little blouse of white cotton with appliqués of petticoated damsels at breast.



Twenty tiny buttons down the front pointed the way to pink hot pants. Also freshly shaved, Bethany’s legs shone with the same trick Gretchen had taught her sissy friends. Apply lots of shiny baby oil from thigh to ankle. Bethany wore ruffled ankle socks in pink with white lace ribbing and a pair of white Mary Jane’s. “A precious darling outfit. Most wonderful,” stated Betty. Gretchen was next with a sissy fashion statement.



Gretchen wore the one-piece romper of a toddler. At neck a lacy collar. The body of the garment, a tartan green and yellow pattern, showed no openings from neck to crotch. Obviously this romper buttoned in back. It bulged around Gretchen’s hips indicating a thick diaper was present. The romper snapped at crotch between Gretchen’s legs and ended in little frills of lace at upper thigh. Ankle socks of yellow, and brown buster-brown shoes completed the outfit. “I spy a little baby boy dressed up to go out,” said Betty.



Dear sweet Angela stood ready for inspection in an all too girly corduroy pink, bibbed front, elastic legged short shorts commonly called a ‘sun-suit’. The shorts had snaps at crotch much as Gretchen’s romper did. Angela’s sissy baby girl style shorts also had a frill of lace around the bib front and two bright white buttons. The buttons held straps which came from the waistband at rear, crossed Angela’s back, went over shoulder and fastened at breast.



Did these baby girl shorts bulk out at hip more than normal? Absolutely, they did. The lace of a feminine blouse was visible at arm, and neck, and sleeve, and even a tiny pink button peaked out over top of the bib front. At foot, pink socks and white Mary Jane’s. “Oh what a sweet baby girl outfit,” commented Betty, at the last of her sissy four. “Let’s shop, ‘til we drop,” announced Betty. And they were off.



It was decided to let the Baby girl dressed Angela sit up front beside Gretchen, who was driving. Betty sat in the middle of her other two sissy babies in back. While BabyPants and Bethany were both bibbed at mealtime, it was Gretchen and Angela who now looked as juvenile as possible. The other two looked much more career girlish. BabyPants looked like a $2.00 hooker in his tight fleece outfit while Bethany in the pink hot pants, outlining that slim corseted waist, would drive any man hot, hotter and burning up. A body like Bethany’s was made to be shown. And the pink hot pants did exactly that.



Betty would have to watch a burly cowboy doesn’t pick up the London sissy for $100.00 not knowing this wasn’t a real girl. “Seven O’clock,” announced Gretchen as they turned a corner downtown leading to the older part of town. “We have two hours to shop, girls.” Gretchen parked right in front of an older building, which advertised itself to be A.B.S. to the outside world. “Bring your credit cards, dears,” shouted



Betty as she practically pushed BabyPants out into the night air, not letting him get a feel for their surroundings. The five stood admiring the interior through the door glass. Windows were blacked out. A sign on the door said CLOSED. Through a small glass panel in the door, one could just make out several large baby items near the front of the store; a stroller, a crib, a six foot long one piece jumper mounted up on the wall. Who would dare try the doorknob? “Oh please, hurry up. Somebody try it,” exclaimed Angela.



It was to be, that Betty fearing nothing, grabbed the handle, twisted it and entered this new world. Four sissies immediately followed, not wanting to be left alone on the sidewalk. Two overhead security lights lit up the room.



A bell sounded in a back room and all sissies watched the strutting of a most gorgeous creature from the back room. Recognizing Gretchen, Barbie came to stand beside the Calgary sissy welcoming “Gretchen and your friends to a special shopping trip.” Barbie was clad in a deep V wrap-over blouse in light velour. The outline of a wonder bra could be seen to barely hold in a tremendously firm and curvaceous pair of ‘C’ cups.



This oh so feminine appearance was broken by a pair of tight, but man-tailored stirrup pants and black flats over nylons. Barbie’s hair had been allowed to grow femininely long, framing a smooth cosmetically correct girls face.



The creature could easily pass as a girl except for the obvious bulge in the crotch of the pants and a predominant Adam’s apple. Seeing BabyPants stare at Barbie’s crotch she intoned, “Oh you like, do you?” BabyPants just licked his lips and murmured a little something no one understood. Barbie went to the door, snapped the lock and pulled down a small shade covering the little glass panel in the door.



At the same time, she snapped on the light switch next to the doorway, as banks of lights came on, on at a time. “I am your hostess, Barbie,” she turned to the five sissies. “I see some of you may like the teen look while, I know Gretchen here from many past visits leans towards the sissy girl, baby girl and baby boy look. I am at your disposal. Look around. Try on anything. Changing rooms are in back. Is everyone properly diapered so we don’t have any accidents on the carpets?” Heads nodded, faces blushed, and the two-hour shopping trip in heaven started.



A fly on the wall could hear squeals of delight and giggling as our sissies searched, and admired these wonderful items of baby wear and feminine charms. The fly on the wall would hear: “Oh Gretchen, I just have to try on these darling plastic panties, they were made just for me.” “Betty, please help me into this dress, I can’t reach the zipper.” “Angela, you look gorgeous in that pink bra and baby pants set.” “Oh please,” cried Bethany, “someone tie the laces on this corset very tight, I miss a tight lacing.” It went on and on, as the sissies discovered a newfound freedom and a newfound girl friend atmosphere of sissy shopping. “I want this to never end, Barbie can I live with you and all your wonderful clothes?”



More giggles and another squeal of delight as each sissy occupied himself with one item after another. At one point Barbie was asked by Bethany to help pull up a pair of pink baby bloomer shorts. It was obvious, that he wouldn’t have any trouble with them; but he just wanted to be touched by the transsexual Barbie who stirred his imagination. Barbie practically shoved her giant ‘C’ cups into Bethany Louise’s face allowing the sissy to stir and simmer, breathing in the aroma of her perfumed chest as Barbie pulled the crotch very high on Bethany evoking another squeal. “Oh, these are tight, aren’t they?” “Yes,” replied Barbie, “especially when a little boy like you wears them high up in the crotch like this,” giving them another tug upwards. “Oh my,” exclaimed Gretchen as she spied BabyPants emerge from the changing room. “Now hear this; Admiral to the poop deck,” announced Gretchen in mock fashion as she spied the Illinois sissy in his new sailor suit.



All eyes turned to see their friend walk down the main aisle in an 1910’s rendition of sailor boy sweetness complete with brimmed hat, tunic in white with pale blue piping, a sailor’s baggy short pants, white knee socks and white girls one inch heeled Mary Jane’s. His eyes had misted over. The sissy was so happy to be in his new sailor boy suit that it brought a tear to the dear.



Betty was at the ready, with a tender touch of tissue at BabyPants cheeks, a knowing pat on the diapered backside and a firm hug. Sissy Johnny, BabyPants, had longed for this moment for so long: this utter acceptance of self by others, that he just broke down and cried in Betty’s strong arms. All the sissies, even Barbie, crowded around BabyPants, to assure the dear he indeed fit in and would never be ostracized as long as he was part of the Sissies on Parade group. He sniffled a little. He smiled a little. He even let Betty hold him out at arms length, and tell him “You’re very cute. Do you want to wear this outfit back to Gretchen’s house tonight?” Johnny, BabyPants just nodded, knowing he wanted to never take it off. Barbie took his hand and led him up to the cash register.

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Sissies on Parade, by Gretchen



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In the Adult Baby Store the sissies were madly buying everything in sight. Betty stated, “it’s eight o’clock, only one hour left to shop.” An “Oh no, I haven’t found everything I want yet,” erupted, along with an, “Oh goodness I’ll never get out of this tight corset and shorts. Oh Betty, would you please help me.” In the baby wear dept, Gretchen and Angela were testing plastic panties with their hands, pulling the plastic over fingertips to see how translucent they were. “Pink is in,” shouted Angela. “I want at least three pink plastic panties and one yellow, one white and two…” “Me too,” followed



Bethany racing over to see what all the commotion was about at the baby panty counter. “I want to buy everything in the whole store.” BabyPants approached them now in his newly purchased sailor boy suit. Feeling bound to the group, he asked, “Can I help too?” Barbie knew the best way for a store owner to act now was simply stay our of the way but be available to assist. This was their moment; their time to feel each other’s presence and come together to close that bond of trust. A sissy, who helps another sissy pick out the right color and style of baby pants, would be a true friend for life.



Bethany gurgled childlike, the discovery of many different colored baby pants with nylon ruffles across the backside. “These are darling. I must buy a dozen.” Nylon baby dolls were next as each childish article of clothing was tested for size, shape, color, texture, and either discarded or added to the items to be purchased. Betty volunteered to carry articles to the cash register for the others, making four distinct piles along the counter.



Angela found a very cute little girl’s box purse with a long strap for over the shoulders. Gretchen spied another onesie in pink and baby blue, knowing this had to become part of the collection at home. This one had snaps right across the front at waist where it can hold a diaper securely. Bethany enthused again, “I must have another corset but not in black or white. I really would like something dif…” Bethany’s voice trailed off as she saw Barbie hold out a pink whalebone twenty-two inch corset in rib crunching, gut clenching satin and brocade.



The London sissy simply nodded head and was led off to the changing room by Barbie. A minute later all could hear the unmistakable faint crying out of sissy being tightly bound at waist. With no breathing room below the ribs, sissy Bethany’s voice sounded raspier, throatier, and sexier. Angela kept looking around for that one unmistakable item to go with her new plastic panties. Against the wall, pinned up like a trophy was a square of white fabric, indicating the size. Beneath it along the shelves were extra large cloth diapers and super sized baby pins in different colors. “Oh Gretchen, quick come see!” In the eyes of these sissies there was none better than a thick cloth diaper.



They all used disposable as needed when out and about in public. But at night, at home, the older more experienced sissy clearly leaned towards the comforts of a super sized soft birds-eye cloth diaper, pinned snugly at hips and secured in a pair of plastic panties. What better sleeping companion can one find? Despite all the technology of modern man, no disposable could ever be made as comfortable to wear as the tried and true combination of diapers and baby pants.



As Bethany reappeared from the changing room with Barbie right behind, everyone admired the sissy’s slimmed down waist. “Bethany, darling,” said Gretchen, “quick come over here and see all the wonderful diapers Angela has discovered.” Gretchen placed her arm around Bethany’s waist to guide the sissy over, and marveled how it was possible “for anyone our age to get so skinny.” Bethany blushed some more. And now it was time to load the big car up with purchases. Barbie made a good profit tonight. She was paying for her sex change operation by applying her one special talent of sewing, to make all these cute sissy clothes.



Barbie would purchase a baby dress or item of baby wear. Next, she would enlarge the pattern to adult proportions, and recreate the item on fresh fabric. She charged for her labor and the cost of materials. There was no outrageous taking advantage of sissies like some other Adult oriented stores. Everything was an original Barbie; even having of all things, a BARBIE label sewn into the garment. Three cheers for Barbie as the sissies all gave her a big kiss on the cheek in appreciation for her talents.



I can’t believe it all fit into the trunk,” stated Betty, as the car pulled into the night traffic. “Now,” added Gretchen, “let’s go home, try on our outfits, get ready for a full diapered night, as we decide what to wear tomorrow for our trip up to the mountains. Or have you all forgotten about the two Boy Scout troop leader’s who are taking us hiking in and around Banff National Park?” Sweet Bethany asked, “Can we wear skirts, or trousers or what is appropriate? What if we see a big grizzly bear?” “Don’t worry,” laughed Gretchen, “with your corseted waist, the grizzly will realize you’re just skin and bone and throw you back. He’ll come after us meatier sissies.” Everyone laughed. “Besides, I think the real threat will come from the Scout leader’s. I’m pretty sure BabyPants will enjoy their company. They promise to show us the ropes, whatever that means.”



The night grew long, as Betty took BabyPants under her wing for a lesson in humility. The sissy didn’t last long though. After the experiences back at Barbie’s wonderful Adult Baby Store, BabyPants in his so sweet Sailor Boy suit just collapsed in Betty’s arms crying half the night away. Johnny, BabyPants relived in Betty’s arms the many times he was teased in his youth.



A sissy was mocked by one and all. The other boys also picked on a gay boy. But poor Johnny, BabyPants was both gay and a sissy. His upbringing was one torment after another. He told Betty of the hated words of mocking boys, so sure of their false masculinity, yet not sure at all. Now at twenty-two, BabyPants wanted to relive those experiences, by being dressed juvenile, such as the sailor suit. The difference being that now he wanted to be loved as a gay sissy.



Poor BabyPants, exhausted after barely sleeping a few hours last night with Alex, just collapsed in Betty’s arms in the rubber sheeted bed of the rubber room, happy to blubber away, to feel, to let it all out and cry in the arms of someone who understood his deep seated needs. Gretchen and Bethany Louise had decided to share the little girl’s room tonight. They both wanted to cuddle as sweet girly babies tonight, with thick cloth diapers, plastic baby pants, and baby dolls.



They helped diaper each other; fed each other baby bottles of sweetened milk, ensured their soothers were in place and generally relaxed the night away in baby land. After a day in disposable diapers, both were happy to be in the giant new cloth diapers for a comfortable night. “Such a wonderful feeling to be in a real thick diaper,” enthused Bethany as she patted her own backside, ringing out that all too famous plastic splat. Angela, after last night’s experiences with Betty, decided the little boy decorated bedroom was ideal to sleep the sleep of the exhausted.



What a day it had been! As Angela climbed into bed in baby boy pajama’s and extra thick diapers and baby pants, her thoughts drifted quickly to the day’s activities and was gently snoring in minutes. “Good Morning sleepy head,” announced Betty to the rustling underneath the rubber-sheeted bed. Pulling away the covers, she spied a little gay sissy happily suc-king at his soother. She asked him, “Are you practicing for when you next see your lover Alex?”



Betty produced a warm baby bottle for him as she helped him out of his soaking wet diapers. “Drink this, while I take care of the laundry.” The scene was repeated in the Girl baby room as Bethany and Gretchen stretched awake, feeling their own soaking wet diapers between legs, cuddling their private parts. “Oh Gretchen,” gushed Bethany, “I just can’t wait to get outside again. To walk in the sunshine in my prissy sissy baby clothes.” The only one who didn’t stir was Angela.



The poor dear was exhausted. Three sissies showered, dressed, and made their way out to the patio for coffee and the morning gab session. BabyPants, Bethany and Gretchen sat around the pool allowing the morning air to refresh them. BabyPants had decided to wear his newly purchased sailor boy suit. He looked so prim and proper.



He was a fine young gentleman at twenty-two, dressed up as a two year old. What Mother wouldn’t be proud of her son in such a delightfully refined suit, bulging slightly at the hip to hide the poor dears much needed diapers? “He’ll out grow it one day!” Gretchen was in short shorts and loose fitting top, while Bethany preferred the rustling petticoated tartan mini skirt and blouse. “I love that sailor suit look,” enthused Bethany at her friend BabyPants. And so the morning’s discussions went.



Three sissies sat in the sun enjoying each other’s company and learning more about each other. Betty went to wake Angela. The poor dear was exhausted from the night before and Betty felt guilty. Did I go too far? The question nagged at Betty while teasing at Angela’s lips with a baby Bottle just as Betty had done to BabyPants earlier. “Drink this while I take care of the laundry,” Betty said taking off Angela’s extra thick diapers and baby panties. It was decided they would share the morning shower and hold each other close. “I want a pony,” said Angela as she was scrubbing Betty’s back. “I want a pony ride, Betty.” “I want you as my pony.”



Angela had taken the initiative now. Betty allowed the turnabout of events. Betty had been so in control for two days. Now, Angela was taking Betty out of control, as Angela took charge. A trip to the leather room was warranted, while the others were occupied on the patio. Angela now took hold of Betty’s wrists, placing them together at lower back, holding Betty’s thumbs together in a firm grip, guiding Betty down the hall towards a fate only Angela knew. “A morning ride on my pony,” Angela said, “should be just the thing, don’t you think, horsy?” In the leather room, Angela had most things laid out quickly, as Betty found a terribly restrictive rubber covered metal bit slipped into mouth, strapped over head, fastened at temple and the back of the head cutting off all speech, although grunts and winnowing noises would be permitted.



Betty was all too quickly placed on all fours, as a stout set of reins was attached to the halter. “Hold still, while I saddle you, Horsy.” Angela had taken Betty by surprise with the expertise with which Angela turned into a secure dominant rubber and leather fetishist. Angela knew the right words, “Good horsy, nice boy, I’ll ride you hard today, and …” as she steered Betty into position to have a small riding saddle placed upon Betty’s haunches and attached around belly and through the legs with secure leather straps aplenty. “Only two more things, horsy. Can you guess what they are?” “Hold still horsy,” as Angela secured a tight leather chest harness around Betty, bringing the straps over shoulder, around chest and belly to secure behind Betty’s back, out of reach, impossible to get out of. “This is my hand hold, so I don’t fall off,” Angela explained as she twisted her fingers into the leather straps at Betty’s back pulling them tighter and tighter with each tug.



The last item of Betty’s outfit would complete the equestrian image. Holding up for Betty to see, Angela flicked the switch on the dil-do tail, causing it to vibrate in her hand in front of Betty’s face. An eight-inch vibrating dil-do in harness had a braid of hair attached at end. With the vibrations, the tail seemed to flicker and twitch. “Would horsy like his tail now,” asked Angela?



It was Betty’s turn to know the fear of uncertainty. Being on all fours, she thought, “Would Angela take us too far down this road of mutual discovery?” “Miffs,” were all that came out past the bit gag in Betty’s mouth.



A scared, gurgling sound, knowing someone was taking Betty way out of control yet an inner happiness to feel all the new experiences Angela would thrust upon them. “Is my little horsy ready for what comes next,” Angela asked? Angela held the vibrating beast in left hand while wrapping her right fingers tightly around the leather reins attached to Betty’s bit harness holding Betty’s mouth wide open. “Feel the vibrations,” as Angela gently rubbed the dil-do across Betty’s lips and cheeks. “Are you ready, dear?” Betty felt it as the vibrator slid down over chin, to throat.



Down across the chest to vibrate Betty’s tummy and across the lower back to a point at Betty’s hips. Then the vibrator was once again slid across Betty’s abdomen, to rest now between Betty’s legs, bringing about an arch to the back and another “Miff” from behind the bit gag. When Angela thought Betty was ready, and only then, did Angela bring the vibrating beast across Betty’s backside, down over the saddle mounted on Betty hips.



Angela mounted the vibrating dil-do to a leather sleeve extending below the saddle on Betty’s backside. “Oh no,” thought Betty. Please, not the equestrian mount. But, it was too late. Angela inserted the device deep into Betty. The sleeve snapped securely to saddle and across the legs. Another, louder, “Miff,” was heard as the vibrations penetrated deeply. “Hold still, while I climb onboard,” stated Angela.



She quickly mounted the saddle, put feet up along side Betty’s flanks squeezing with leg muscles to encourage the vibrating Betty to begin parading around the room. With Angela firmly holding the reins, shouting “gitty-up,” while the vibrations were driving Betty quickly to a sexual high. It was only after one round of the room that Betty was to find out why the vibrating dil-do secured to saddle in this fashion.



The saddle, while securely fastened around Betty’s hips and thigh’s, was mounted loosely enough, so that Angela could rock back and forth three inches without hurting either party. Every time Angela rocked forward in the saddle, the dil-do drove home, vibrating Betty’s deeper recesses. When Angela slid back in the saddle, the dil-do relaxed inside Betty’s posterior. Together they produced a rhythmic motion, which soon had Betty squirming for relief. Meanwhile, Angela could physically reach behind, and stroke the tail extending from Betty, while smacking Betty’s rear cheeks with open palm to encourage better performance.



Turnabout was fair play. Betty was getting hers, and enjoying it too. Angela rode Betty to ecstasy for all of fifteen minutes, while the hard bodied horsy, “Whinnied and Miffed,” and felt every fiber of being at this new sensation. Exhausted, in need of rest, Angela climbed off Betty, retreated to the shower, the place where their wondrous adventure had started. When Betty joined Angela, they briefly shared a lover’s kiss, a stroke and a hug. “Wow,” was all that escaped Betty’s lips. Getting dressed, Betty and Angela soon joined their friends out on the patio.



Betty was in sexy black leather hot pants and a purple tee shirt. Dark socks and black high-heeled boots completed the Buffalo sissy’s outfit. Angela once again found comfort in white sissy nylon short shorts, briefly exposing a pink plastic panty edged in lace at every step.



A white muslin blouse and white ankle socks accented by white girls tennis shoes with pink inlay. Angela couldn’t help but show off pink baby pants under the slippery white shorts. “Well, Good Morning sissies. What have you all been talking about,” Betty asked, as Angela and Betty sat down with coffee and toast to greet the day with their friends. “Morning Betty. Morning Angela,” they all enthused to see their friends finally up and joining them. “BabyPants was telling us more about his night with Alex,” answered Gretchen. “But, what took you two so long to get out of bed? Did you get distracted?” Angela and Betty both smiled, nodded affirmatively, blushed and smiled some more. Betty winked at Angela, and told the others, “Angela got caught up in the cowboy theme.” And, they left it at that. Bethany made a mental note to question Angela further, later.



As the sissy’s sat around in the morning sun admiring each other and beginning the discussions of the day’s activities, Gretchen soon decided something was amiss. Betty in the black leather hot pants did indeed look HOT. For once Betty even wore an obvious thick diaper under the tight hot leather. Angela was just so pretty in the white nylon almost see-through short with rustling pink underneath, obviously the new baby pants purchased last night holding the daytime diapers snugly.



Angela reminded Gretchen of a storybook character of so many years ago. BabyPants looked to be a little sailor boy or little boy blue, or some other sissy fairy tale lad. “That’s it,” shouted Gretchen. “That’s what we need.” Grabbing Bethany’s hand and practically dragging the London sissy along, Gretchen shouted out, “We’ll be back in ten minutes.”



Bethany’s petticoated skirts flying high, as she was dragged along, exposed the sissy’s baby pantied rear end at every step. “Did you see how BabyPants and Angela looked to be dressed almost like fairy tale characters?” Bethany nodded. “Did you see how happy both of them were in their fairy tale outfits?” Again Bethany nodded head, agreeing that they did indeed appear to be sweet, juvenile and happy.



Bethany was still thinking about this reaction to the others, when Gretchen opened the closet and pulled out two outfits. “Oh no,” exclaimed Bethany! “We couldn’t.” But, fingering the smooth velvet Gretchen led the London sissy over to the bed, sat him down right there, and let the sissy feel himself. “Oh Gretchen, it’s the most delightful s…Do you think we could possibly dare?”



Out on the patio, Angela was filling in BabyPants about the morning ride on Betty’s fine sturdy haunches with the delightful vibrator stirring deeper passions from her equestrian mount. BabyPants just licked his lips, imagining himself caught in the middle of the activities.



As Betty described the rocking motion imparted by the special saddle, a movement across the patio caught everyone’s attention. Coming out of the house to be exposed so openly, so unabashedly were Hansel and Gretel, or a reasonable facsimile. “Wow, Gretchen, I had no idea you could be such a cute little Hansel and Bethany, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were Gretel to a T.” All three admired the two sissies in their fairy tale outfits. “Have we gone too far,” asked Bethany? “I am a little frightened,” said the little slim waisted sissy in the short petticoated skirt of fairy tale velvet and brocade.



The bib front with straps over shoulder held this skirt just below Bethany’s obviously thickly diapered crotch. The skirts and bib in red and gold trim would not hide well in the forest. “You look stunning, Bethany darling. Don’t be frightened. And you, Gretchen, with your short velvet pants held up by the bib and straps over the shoulder, are a perfect little Hansel boy.” The shorts were crushed velvet in light brown.



Gretchen and Bethany, Hansel and Gretel, wore matching button up white nylon blouses under the bib fronts. Angela and BabyPants came over to admire the outfits as Gretchen and Bethany also admired the courage of the others to wear the babyish outfits they each picked for today’s outing in the mountains. “It’s obvious, we are the sissies with the mostest!”



Betty in hot black leather escorted her four baby attired fairy tale sissies to the car. The trunk was quickly filled with much needed diaper supplies, extra clothing in case anyone got dirty or tore their clothing in the forest, sandwiches and much needed iced milk in bottles, bibs for Bethany and BabyPants, and of course Betty threw in a secret bag no one would learn the contents of, until out of town.



The drive to the mountains evoked double takes from anyone looking into the big black saloon seeing obvious feminine collars and straps over shoulders on the driver and passenger. At one point in heavy traffic leaving the city, a truck driver in the right lane looked out his window. Bethany’s smooth shapely legs peaked out from the too short Gretel skirt, which had wriggled it’s way up too high, giving the trucker quite the view of shiny baby panties. “Pull your skirt down, Bethany dear,” announced Betty from the back seat, having seen the action from her window seat right behind Bethany.



As traffic cleared, Gretchen dropped the throttle and the powerful saloon was gone in ten seconds leaving the frustrated trucker to tell stories at the next truck stop. Having driven west for an hour, they reached the National Park at exactly ten o’clock. They were to meet scout leaders Brian and Bruce at ten thirty on the very public ‘Canyon Pullout’ at which point they would park, and begin their hike up the side of the mountain to a cave and stream along an alpine meadow well known to the scouts but little used by the public. “There they are. Oh look, they’re even wearing their official uniforms. This will be so much fun.” enthused BabyPants upon seeing two strong men in brown scout shorts and blouse along with ranger style hats, knee sock with hiking boots.



They both wore a yellow kerchief around the neck fastened in a little gold clasp at throat. Both scout leaders also wore a two inch wide brown belt along which many little tools and devices hung. Gretchen parked and got out. The others stayed in the safety of the big car, ready to slam down the locking buttons if need be, until they were sure all was well. As Gretchen approached the men, they recognized their favorite sissy and saluted.



Gretchen gave them back a mock salute and jumped in the arms of Bruce the tall scout leader. Bruce gave sissy Gretchen a great big bear hug, holding Gretchen up high with both hands on Gretchen’s bottom cheeks, feeling for himself the sissy’s diapers and baby pants under the velvet shorts. “Welcome to Banff, Gretchen baby. It’s wonderful to feel you again.” Putting the sissy down, Bruce allowed Brian to welcome Gretchen, who just couldn’t resist this public affection, jumping into Brian’s outstretched arms for another bear hug and a rubbing of Gretchen’s sweet sissy backside. “Well, it looks safe to me,” announced Betty.



The other sissies quickly left the safety of the big car and introduced themselves, while Bruce and Brian admired their ever so sweet outfits. It was decided for the safety of our sweeties that all should be roped together to ensure no one fell off the side of the mountain. As Brian passed the rope around Bethany’s ever so slim waist, the rope simply pulled the poor sissy’s skirts high, exposing a baby panty clad Bethany to one and all. “My, my,” enthused Brian passing his hand over Bethany’s rear end, admiring the darling pink bulging plastic panties.



As Bethany blushed furiously, Brian decided it might be best to tie the rope around sissy’s waist underneath the skirts. “Hold your skirts up high for a minute, darling,” ordered the big strong scout leader as he passed a length or rope around Bethany’s waist and letting the skirts fall afterwards. Angela found it so exciting to be roped in by Betty, while Gretchen was getting the same treatment from Bruce, the other scout leader.



A sound of racing engine could be heard off in the distance, coming closer. Sissies feared a public exposure. The green half ton truck skidded to a stop as Alex jumped out to embrace his wonderful sissy friend, BabyPants. He explained that he would join them on this hike if permitted, to which everyone expressed enthusiasm.



As Alex held BabyPants close, his hand naturally wandered down the sissy’s back to rest on plastic panties barely covered by the most sissy of sailor boy short pants. “I missed you terribly,” he grabbed his sissy and planted the firmest kiss on BabyPants’ lips while passing his own rope around the sissy’s waist. “I have you lassoed now little one.”



Meanwhile Angela melted at Betty’s strong touch, permitting the tight rope to be cinched in ever tighter, ever more demanding, taking away his breath more and more, and enjoying every moment of this new experience. “Just one more thing, before we start up the mountain,” explained Bruce, as he passed around tinkling little bells to Brian, Alex and Betty. “Attach these to your sissy’s waist.”



All four dominated sissy’s, Bethany, BabyPants, Angela and Gretchen found four tiny tinkling bells tied onto the ropes around their waists. “We want to always know where our sissy is. And,” Bruce explained further, “these will scare away any bears we might come across. Remember sissy’s, if you take off your little bells there’ll be no way to scare away bears.”



Four tinkling belled sissies paraded along at ten-foot rope length ahead of their dominant partner. Brian loved to see the baby pantied Bethany’s rear. He occasionally pulled on the rope just a little, causing the sissy’s skirts to pull high in back, exposing all. At one point, in the bright sunshine,



Betty found a stick along the trail. Angela found out the hard way, not to complain about the tight rope at waist, as Betty made use of this switch applying it firmly across the back of sissy’s legs. The yelp from Angela, added to the tinkling noises. “Would you like to try Alex,” Betty asked reaching to hand over the switch? After an hour of tinkling bell hiking, through the forest they entered a sunny glade, surrounding a gentle brook.



The air was cool on the sissies’ bare legs, and Bethany complained of the thin air at this high elevation. “Break out the picnic supplies,” ordered Bruce. “We’re here.” It was indeed a wonderful sight of undisturbed wilderness all around. But, the wildest beast of all, held a sissy firmly at the end of a rope. A blanket was thrown onto the meadow and another followed as four places were made for feeding sissies.



BabyPants led the way by quickly laying down on the blanket provided by Alex. The sissy placed his head in Alex’ lap and opened wide enabling Alex to quickly insert a giant baby bottle into his favorite sissy’s mouth. BabyPants couldn’t keep his hand off Alex’s crotch. Being so close, he stroked gently across Alex’s tight jeans, admiring the increasing pressure of a huge bulging erection. “Later, sweetie,” whispered Alex, “that’s your dessert.”



Gretchen jumped into Bruce’s lap cuddling the big man, eager to enjoy this open-air romp in the grass. When Angela finished the baby bottle offered by Betty, the Toronto sissy opened wide to accept a giant soother which had, not only a strap for securing to ones clothing, but an actual buckle strap to secure the soother around ones head. Angela enjoyed these leather and rubber submission games, never knowing the outcome.



Would Betty and the others take their sissy too far? Glancing around, Gretchen noticed, Brian was changing Bethany's diaper in a unique way. Bethany lay on her back with a soother in mouth, legs up high, wrapped over top of Brian's neck. Brian hips seemed to be pumping. "Oh my," what was Brian doing to poor Bethany? BabyPants had rolled over in Alex's lap. Now instead of his head facing up he was moving his head up and down on Alex's crotch, "Oh," thought Gretchen as BabyPants was enjoying his dessert. Angela was on all fours, being chased by Betty. Gretchen allowed Bruce to take the Calgary sissy. Endit