From our 2002 archives.
Baby's Day Of Shopping by Gretchen
She wouldn't tell me where we were going. Just, that we were going shopping and I should enjoy it and behave. My wife was dressed in a very up to date linen suit with skirt to the knee while I her sissy husband was dressed in the too tight bulging pink shorts and sissy style blouse/shirt with teddy bears on each side of the chest.
At least I was allowed my unisex tennis shoes with rolled cuff ankle socks. I was walking behind her not wanting anyone to see me, when she grabbed my hand as a mother would do to a child with my wrist facing forward saying, "come along Johnny, we have to get into the stores before they sell out. Now give me your hand and quit daudling."
At 22, I was frightened of Rosalyn, she was six inches taller than me and 8 years senior to me. Rosalyn always seemed so in control while I hid in shame all my life at my secret. We arrived at a place called LYDIA'S BRIDAL BOUTIQUE. "What are doing here?". Her only reply was to tighten her grip on my hand so escape was impossible and thrust me forward into this horrible place.
An elderly matron approached saying, "Good afternoon ladies." "Oh, I am so sorry, should that be Good Afternoon Madam and Gnetleman?" I was not even allowed a manly reply as Rosalyn tightened her grip on my hand indicating I was not to speak. "Hello, I am Rosalyn Carver and this is my husband Johnny". "I am so sorry Sir for mistaking you for.." Rosalyn jumped in with "Oh that is no problem, my Johnny is used to it." "I am Mrs. Cavendish, the owner of this establishment."
As I looked around the store there were two young clerks smiling at this display of sissy holding his wife's hand so sweetly in front of the elderly lady. They didn't know that I had no choice, Rosalyn's grip was just so strong. "We are here to get some sweet nighty's for my HUSBAND," emphasising the final word to ensure the clerks could hear. "You see,
I caught him in one my silky nighty's on Wednesady night when I came home late from a business trip. He was hugging the delicious silk as I climbed into bed. Since then we have had a few chats about his naughty ways." As all eyes focused on me, my cheeks blushed furiously giving away the truth to all. It was true that I was indeed in her flowing gown but it was her requirement now she was making it sound like I did it all on my own in front of this stranger and her two young ladies. "Of course we can accomodate your husband. We stock only the loveliest of attire." "Please come to the back of the store where we carry many items of night-wear."
I thought this was a good idea to get away from the store front and its windows. "I believe correct fashion for your Johnny's night time should start with a Baby Doll nighty, don't you agree Mrs Carver?" Looking around this part of the store, I was scared and captivated at all the sweet frills. "Step in here Mr Carver behind the curtain." "We will be with you in a few minutes."
Rosalyn released my hand as I was thrust into a huge changing room while the ladies chose carefully for my next adventure. This was a huge room with mirrors on three sides and a couch and side tables along the fourth side. One could not possibly hide in any corner. While the ladies shopped I sat down and remembered some of the things Rosalyn did to me after discovering my secret. Rosalyn and Mrs Cavendish came in all too soon; their arms filled with frills in pink, baby blue, yellow and lilac.
I was instructed to stand in the middle of the room so Mrs Cavendish could help me dress. Since I was in a simple blouse-shirt I requested the outfits be placed over top so as to not have to undress in front of this stranger. "Oh no Johnny, that would never do." "Now, stand still while Mrs Cavendish helps you." The older lady approached me with a smile saying, "Don't be frightened child," as my buttons came undone one at a time.
When she pulled the shirt tail out of my waist it made a sliding sound which caused me to blush further this humiliation of being undressed by a woman old enought to be my Mother yet a total stranger. Without the shirt Mrs Cavendish could clearly see my frail smooth bare chest,arms and belly. Not a hair was to be found, Rosalyn having ensured I was completely denudded before this trip downtown. Mrs Cavendish placed my shirt on a side table, and returned to me.
As she approached her hands came to my waist smoothly sliding my sissy shorts down my legs exposing my shame. She now knelt in front of me staring straight at my secret. I was clad in only my tennis shoes and socks, and my soft smooth pink baby pants covering a triple thick diaper. These weren't the ordinary plastic pants Rosalyn usually had me in. Today's baby pants were the ones with three rows of ruffles across the back.
I felt Mrs Cavendish run her hand across my backside feeling for herself the smooth ruffliness as she exclaimed, "Oh my, how lovely." As Mrs Cavendish stroked my backside, I flooded my diaper. I couldn't help it, honest. It just happened. I was so scared at the turn of events today.
part 2
Rosalyn ordered me to raise my arms high so the first Baby-doll nighty could be tried on me. Mrs Cavendish remarked at my freshly shaved arm pits and frail chest. "Stand still Johnny while we do all the work," Rosalyn insisted as the pink lacy affair slid down over me. It had thin straps to secure over my shoulders, hems coming to just my waist. My bulging frilly baby pants was still on display. Instructed to parade around the room three times I cringed each time I saw myself in one of the three wall to wall, floor to ceiling mirrors.
There was no hiding in this room. The panties which came with the outfit were left on the side table as my own plastic bottoms were much frillier and showed off the pink silky gown even more. Three different baby dolls were picked out for me for future use at night time, with the fourth, the lilac one being regected as too mature looking a color for a sissy to wear. It would be pink, pale yellow and baby blue for me.
My face contorted into pleading looks as Roslyn made her next announcement. I thought this horrible mess was over but alas, it was getting worse. "I wonder if we might not go just a bit further; do you have any flower girl dresses in stock?" It would seem diapers and baby panties alone haven't settled him down enough, perhaps he should be in dresses at home sometimes or when I take him ...?" "of course,let me just see" Mrs Cavendish stuck her head out the curtain announcing, "Mary bring four or five dresses from area B-4. Make your selections the sweetest in stock and bring them to us quickly."
A flurry of activity could be heard throught the curtain. "Take your shoes off JOhnny, and stand still." As the last baby doll top was removed from me I stood in the middle of this room with Rosalyn my wife and Mrs Cavendish staring at me standing in just rolled ankle cuff socks, my frilly pink plastic pants stuffed to stretching point by the now very wet diapers.
As Mary came into the room with her arms laden in more frills I sank to the lowest level of male pride, my eyes watered just slightly. Mary was a very pretty twenty year old. "Help young Johnny here into the first outfit" was Mrs Cavendish's only words. The yound girl approached, as Rosalyn standing behind me helped lift my arms up high. This dress slid to my crotch only. It did not cover my legs at all. Rosalyn helped sip me up in back and tied a waist band very securely. "See the way the lace matches his complexion?" "Yes, it suits Johnny, very well"
Raising my head just enough to see in the mirror I spied a sissy behind all norms and it was me. The dress had a blouse type top in white with short ruffled sleeves. Attached at the waist was a short skirt in girly patterns of umbrellas and baloons. At the lower hem was stitched three rows of lace. The sides of the skirt were taken up and filled with lace. Also at the waist was attached a frilly bib type affair in the girly pattern,accented by lace edging with straps over the shoulders yet all firmly stitched onto the blouse.
The collar also was was made of the girly material. In back it sipped from waist to neck with a tie band around the middle higher than me mormal waist. "Twirl around in a circle for us Johnny, so we may all see your lovely sissiness." Only Rosalyn would ask this of me, but I complied as ordered so a sissy is what I am, I guess.
Spinning on my heels three times for all the see my hems flying high to my waist once more exposing my ruffled plastic panties underneath. "Lovely, Johnny, just lovely. Perhaps I should enroll you in ballet classes?" "Oh no, please!" I cried as a sank into a pile of lacy ruffles on the floor and cried. Mary being nicer came over and took my head to her bosom after I nodded when she asked me if I needed to be held. "There there little one, you have a good cry just like a little girl and all will be better. Your mommy is only looking out for your best interests." I didn't at first understand what she meant.
My own Mom was many miles away or did she think Rosalyn was my Mom. She's only eight years older than me and looked young and fit with a commanding presence in any room. No, it was that I had slipped to a very childlike appearance that caused the mis-quote of Rosalyn as Mommy. Tears flodded my face and my diaper became wetter and heavier.
part 3
She wouldn't tell me where we were going. Just, that we were going shopping and I should enjoy it and behave. My wife was dressed in a very up to date linen suit with skirt to the knee while I her sissy husband was dressed in the too tight bulging pink shorts and sissy style blouse/shirt with teddy bears on each side of the chest. At least I was allowed my unisex tennis shoes with rolled cuff ankle socks.
I was walking behind her not wanting anyone to see me, when she grabbed my hand as a mother would do to a child with my wrist facing forward saying, "come along Johnny, we have to get into the stores before they sell out. Now give me your hand and quit daudling."
At 22, I was frightened of Rosalyn, she was six inches taller than me and 8 years senior to me. Rosalyn always seemed so in control while I hid in shame all my life at my secret. We arrived at a place called LYDIA'S BRIDAL BOUTIQUE. "What are doing here?". Her only reply was to tighten her grip on my hand so escape was impossible and thrust me forward into this horrible place.
An elderly matron approached saying, "Good afternoon ladies." "Oh, I am so sorry, should that be Good Afternoon Madam and Gnetleman?" I was not even allowed a manly reply as Rosalyn tightened her grip on my hand indicating I was not to speak. "Hello, I am Rosalyn Carver and this is my husband Johnny". "I am so sorry Sir for mistaking you for.." Rosalyn jumped in with "Oh that is no problem, my Johnny is used to it." "I am Mrs. Cavendish, the owner of this establishment."
As I looked around the store there were two young clerks smiling at this display of sissy holding his wife's hand so sweetly in front of the elderly lady. They didn't know that I had no choice, Rosalyn's grip was just so strong. "We are here to get some sweet nighty's for my HUSBAND," emphasising the final word to ensure the clerks could hear. "You see, I caught him in one my silky nighty's on Wednesady night when I came home late from a business trip. He was hugging the delicious silk as I climbed into bed.
Since then we have had a few chats about his naughty ways." As all eyes focused on me, my cheeks blushed furiously giving away the truth to all. It was true that I was indeed in her flowing gown but it was her requirement now she was making it sound like I did it all on my own in front of this stranger and her two young ladies. "Of course we can accomodate your husband. We stock only the loveliest of attire." "Please come to the back of the store where we carry many items of night-wear." I thought this was a good idea to get away from the store front and its windows. "I believe correct fashion for your Johnny's night time should start with a Baby Doll nighty, don't you agree Mrs Carver?"
Looking around this part of the store, I was scared and captivated at all the sweet frills. "Step in here Mr Carver behind the curtain." "We will be with you in a few minutes." Rosalyn released my hand as I was thrust into a huge changing room while the ladies chose carefully for my next adventure. This was a huge room with mirrors on three sides and a couch and side tables along the fourth side.
One could not possibly hide in any corner. While the ladies shopped I sat down and remembered some of the things Rosalyn did to me after discovering my secret. Rosalyn and Mrs Cavendish came in all too soon; their arms filled with frills in pink, baby blue, yellow and lilac. I was instructed to stand in the middle of the room so Mrs Cavendish could help me dress. Since I was in a simple blouse-shirt
I requested the outfits be placed over top so as to not have to undress in front of this stranger. "Oh no Johnny, that would never do." "Now, stand still while Mrs Cavendish helps you." The older lady approached me with a smile saying, "Don't be frightened child," as my buttons came undone one at a time. When she pulled the shirt tail out of my waist it made a sliding sound which caused me to blush further this humiliation of being undressed by a woman old enought to be my Mother yet a total stranger.
Without the shirt Mrs Cavendish could clearly see my frail smooth bare chest,arms and belly. Not a hair was to be found, Rosalyn having ensured I was completely denudded before this trip downtown. Mrs Cavendish placed my shirt on a side table, and returned to me. As she approached her hands came to my waist smoothly sliding my sissy shorts down my legs exposing my shame. She now knelt in front of me staring straight at my secret.
I was clad in only my tennis shoes and socks, and my soft smooth pink baby pants covering a triple thick diaper. These weren't the ordinary plastic pants Rosalyn usually had me in. Today's baby pants were the ones with three rows of ruffles across the back. I felt Mrs Cavendish run her hand across my backside feeling for herself the smooth ruffliness as she exclaimed, "Oh my, how lovely." As Mrs Cavendish stroked my backside, I flooded my diaper. I couldn't help it, honest. It just happened. I was so scared at the turn of events today.
Rosalyn ordered me to raise my arms high so the first Baby-doll nighty could be tried on me. Mrs Cavendish remarked at my freshly shaved arm pits and frail chest. "Stand still Johnny while we do all the work," Rosalyn insisted as the pink lacy affair slid down over me. It had thin straps to secure over my shoulders, hems coming to just my waist.
My bulging frilly baby pants was still on display. Instructed to parade around the room three times I cringed each time I saw myself in one of the three wall to wall, floor to ceiling mirrors. There was no hiding in this room. The panties which came with the outfit were left on the side table as my own plastic bottoms were much frillier and showed off the pink silky gown even more. Three different baby dolls were picked out for me for future use at night time, with the fourth, the lilac one being regected as too mature looking a color for a sissy to wear. It would be pink, pale yellow and baby blue for me.
My face contorted into pleading looks as Roslyn made her next announcement. I thought this horrible mess was over but alas, it was getting worse. "I wonder if we might not go just a bit further; do you have any flower girl dresses in stock?" It would seem diapers and baby panties alone haven't settled him down enough, perhaps he should be in dresses at home sometimes or when I take him ...?" "of course,let me just see"
Mrs Cavendish stuck her head out the curtain announcing, "Mary bring four or five dresses from area B-4. Make your selections the sweetest in stock and bring them to us quickly." A flurry of activity could be heard throught the curtain. "Take your shoes off JOhnny, and stand still." As the last baby doll top was removed from me I stood in the middle of this room with Rosalyn my wife and Mrs Cavendish staring at me standing in just rolled ankle cuff socks, my frilly pink plastic pants stuffed to stretching point by the now very wet diapers.
As Mary came into the room with her arms laden in more frills I sank to the lowest level of male pride, my eyes watered just slightly. Mary was a very pretty twenty year old. "Help young Johnny here into the first outfit" was Mrs Cavendish's only words. The yound girl approached, as Rosalyn standing behind me helped lift my arms up high.
This dress slid to my crotch only. It did not cover my legs at all. Rosalyn helped sip me up in back and tied a waist band very securely. "See the way the lace matches his complexion?" "Yes, it suits Johnny, very well" Raising my head just enough to see in the mirror I spied a sissy behind all norms and it was me. The dress had a blouse type top in white with short ruffled sleeves. Attached at the waist was a short skirt in girly patterns of umbrellas and baloons.
At the lower hem was stitched three rows of lace. The sides of the skirt were taken up and filled with lace. Also at the waist was attached a frilly bib type affair in the girly pattern,accented by lace edging with straps over the shoulders yet all firmly stitched onto the blouse.
The collar also was was made of the girly material. In back it sipped from waist to neck with a tie band around the middle higher than me mormal waist. "Twirl around in a circle for us Johnny, so we may all see your lovely sissiness." Only Rosalyn would ask this of me, but I complied as ordered so a sissy is what I am, I guess.
Spinning on my heels three times for all the see my hems flying high to my waist once more exposing my ruffled plastic panties underneath. "Lovely, Johnny, just lovely. Perhaps I should enroll you in ballet classes?" "Oh no, please!" I cried as a sank into a pile of lacy ruffles on the floor and cried. Mary being nicer came over and took my head to her bosom after I nodded when she asked me if I needed to be held. "There there little one, you have a good cry just like a little girl and all will be better. Your mommy is only looking out for your best interests."
I didn't at first understand what she meant. My own Mom was many miles away or did she think Rosalyn was my Mom. She's only eight years older than me and looked young and fit with a commanding presence in any room. No, it was that I had slipped to a very childlike appearance that caused the mis-quote of Rosalyn as Mommy. Tears flodded my face and my diaper became wetter and heavier.
part 3
Three dresses fit my thin frame, the rest were too tight around the waist and chest. Being twenty two and not twelve they fit me in width but not length. All three were embarassingly short, exposing my thickly diapered plastic undies. Mrs Cavendish, the fiend asked, "Does he have any lingerie at home to match his new outfits?" "No, not really," Rosalyn replied, "what do you suggest?" Mrs Cavendish next spoke to the young girl explaining, "Mary, one each area B-5 and B-6, please. Make your selections the largest and frilliest we have." What was all this code stuff?
I was stripped of my dress, and allowed to parade around the dressing room with my wife and this stern older lady watching carefully as I move in just socks and thick diapered butt with my plastic baby panties swishing loudly. I found a chart on the wall indicating, Youths to Sixteen, Area B 1. Shoes 2. Stockings 3. Skirts 4. Dresses 5. Petticoats 6. Crinolines 7. Brassiers 8. Corsets 9. Sweaters 10. Blouses She had said, area B-5 and 6 so it looks like I'll be getting petticaots too.
As I was day dreaming, she stuck her head out the curtain to announce, "Oh, you may also check out Area B-1 and 2, along with B-7 Mary." I stood now in the middle of this room waiting for the further torture of being dressed in little girls lingerie in front of three ladies who thought of me as a wonderfuly delightful little sissy.
Mary returned too soon for my liking, arms overflowing with gushy frills, saying, "Oh I do hope he likes all the lace." As Mary approached me, her hands holding a delicate pink satin affair of two cloth triangles attached to satin straps. Rosalyn stepped behind me to help raise my arms up in front of me, and perhaps to cut off any escape attempt as Mary slid the straps slowly up my arms to rest the satin material against my chest.
I was being bra'd for the first time. "Hold still Johnny while we do all the work," was Rosalyn's admonishment. As Mary reached over my shoulders and around my back to secure the fastenings, I felt her firm young bosom press into my chest through my new pink satin training bra. "Lovely Johnny, very lovely," was Mrs Cavendish's remarks after Mary stepped back for all to see. Rosalyn and Mrs Cavendish now whispered something to each other while Mary approached with a white lacy petticoat.
Having this firmly attached at my shoulders, lacy frills billowing around my hips, a crinoline was slid up my legs adding to the already bell shape around my middle. The crinoline was pink, contrasting against the cloud white of the petticoats. "Sit down on the couch Johnny." As I did Mary took my socks off and replaced them with roll cuff pink sissy socks.
I was certainly getting in deeper now, when she opened a shoe box. Inside were the sweetest reddish brown little girly Mary Jane shoes one had ever seen. They slid on my feet and fastened securely with a velcro strap across my in-step. "Stand, little one." Mrs Cavendish, sternly now. "Place him into the first dress Mary, we wish to see the total effect."
Mary once more placed the dress with baloons and umbrellas over my head, securing me tightly, ensuring the pettitcoats held it out far from my hips so all could be seen underneath.
I was paraded around the dressing room three more times, so my new outfit could be seen by all when Rosalyn asked, "How do you feel underneath the dress sissy? Do you like it?" Staring at myself in the mirrors, spying all the lacy frills and feeling the firm grip of lace from shoulders to crotch I could only stare and wonder what was next?
part 4
"Tell us all, little one, how you feel?" Mrs Cavendish insisted. I stared at my reflection. A twenty two year old sissy trapped by three determined ladies, afraid to look in the mirror. "The dress is too short, Mrs Cavendish, I feel so exposed," swishing my new outfit from side to side. "I'm just really scared right now. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before."
Standing, looking at my new dress, which screamed out sissy girly sweetness, my hips rocked back and forth. "What are you afraid of, sweety? Is it that you could be taken outside right now as you are and exposed to all the world as a sissy?"
I nodded my head, knowing to admit the truth. "Very good Johnny, that is exactly what this outfit is supposed to do," advised Rosalyn. "You are dressed in triple thick diaper and baby pants, WHY?" "beacuase you said I had to, to protect me from embarrasing you in public." "And, what do you do in public that casues embarrasment for yourself and sometimes me? Continue" "I sometimes have accidents."
Mrs Cavendish, probably knew it all, but jumped in, "What kind of accidents, little one, you can tell us." "I sometimes wetted my pants and eveyone could tell." Spying my own pink plastic panties barely visible under my hems, I almost broke down in tears. "You are now dressed on the outside to match your underpinnings, so what is the problem?" No further reply could come from me, so they stopped for now this verbal assault on my self esteem.
Rosalyn and Mrs Cavendish stood off to the corner now to whisper while Mary smoothed out some imaginery wrinkles in my dress. They both watched me out of the corner of their peircing eyes. Rosalyn returned, "Mary please take care of Johnny. Mrs Cavendish and I will discuss somethings about him, while the staff wrap his newly purchased items. Bring him out when he is redressed as a boy," handing Mary my pink shorts. I noticed she didn't say "as a man"
That would have been too much to ask. No, the pink bloomer type shorts would, if very lucky, be mistaken as boyish, possibly girlish and probably babyish by most. The ladies left Mary to remove my dress and things in order to allow me my sissy shorts. Standing almost naked now in the middle of the floor, wearing only soaking diaper and plastic panties, another young lady entered without knocking.
She grinned from ear to ear at seeing the sissy, me, being taken care of by her friend Mary. "Janet, this is Johnny," Mary introduced us. As my attention was distracted to Janet, Mary stuck her hand down the front of my baby pants, asking, "Are you wet Johnny?" "My, my; yes you are a wet thing aren't you?" "Janet, please ask the lady if she has fresh diapers for her Johnny, as he really should be changed before leaking in public and causing embarrasment." Janet giggled, as she gathered up all my new frills and left Mary and I standing in the middle of the room waited patiently.
She returned three minutes later with my next instrument of torture, my giant diaper bag which Rosalyn must have retrieved from the truck of the car. "We are to take care of the baby while the ladies discuss things and shop," Janet announced. "Lie down on the carpet Johnny so we can get this wetness off you while Janet sees what wonders are inside your diaper bag," Mary intoned sweetly. "Oh, look at this!" was Janet's only comment as she pulled out an over-sized soother, popping it into my mouth to keep me quiet.
I hated it, why had Rosalyn packed this horrible thing, it isn't bed time, this is so unfair. As Mary made me wiggle my hips to pull down the plastic panties enough to unpin my diapers, she looked at me so sweetly, almost Motherly watching the soother in action.
Both girls shared in unpinning me and finally sliding the diaper and baby pants down my legs in one smooth motion. As I lay there, my naked hairless crotch fully exposed, Janet piped up, "Oh you are a little one, aren't you?" Without any hair it looked smaller than usual, Rosalyn having made sure this morning, that I was completed denudded. Janet, rummaging around inside my diaper bag came up with a bottle of baby powder scented baby oil.
As soon as the cap came off, we could all smell the aroma which surrounds every baby. A triple thick diaper was placed under me. Janet and Mary both giggled as she poured a handful of the baby oil into my crotch. They both started stroking me gently. As one girl worked on my upper legs another stroked my tummy. They met in the middle, smiling at me, while my little thingy just hung limply between my legs. "I wonder if we can get a reaction out of it?" was Janet's comment and they did try, oh so hard.
While one girl stroked, the other poured more oil. Sissies don't get nasty erections but we do like to be stroked gently more than anything in the whole world and these two vixen's were having fun with me now. As I thrilled at the prospect, gaining new momemtum, I was close to spitting out my soother in final release when they suddenly stopped short.
My sissy little thingy was folded down between my legs and the extra thick diaper was pulled up very snug to hold it all in place. They would have to get permission from my wife or Mrs Cavendish to take me further than an exquisite diaper change. Janet announced she was going to start wrapping the sissies presents,and she would, "certainly want to change your diapers again soon sissy."
As Mary slid my feet into a fresh pair of pink ruffle bottom baby pants, she allowed me to remove the soother in order to talk. "Watch out for her, Johnny." after Janet had left. "I may tease you a bit, but she wouldn't think twice about taking you out into the store and asking everyone's opinion of your outfits." I thanked Mary and assured her if I found myself back in this torture chamber, I would indeed ask her help to help me and not the rougher Janet.
Mary quickly fixed up my diaper bag, while I stood to button on my blouse shirt. She then bent down to help me slide my feet into the sissy pink bloomer shorts I was required to wear for the day. She pulled them up very high in my crotch giving a flat fronted appearance. My own shoes and socks finished the outfit as Mary patted my backside with open hand gently reminding me to pick up my diaper bag and sling it over my right shoulder.
What more sissy an item could any man carry than an actual diaper bag but no real baby anywhere in sight while his own shorts bulged so obviously. We were ready for a grand entrance, Mary and I. When she pulled back the curtain, with a "Come along sweety let's see what adventure lies next." As I stepped out into the store, I could see Rosalyn and Mrs Cavendish at the wrappping table talking while Janet wrapped all my new things.
Off in the distance behind some racks was a middle aged lady with a teenaged daughter. Seeing me, Rosalyn announced loudly, "Come over here Johnny and watch all your new frillies being wrapped up." I cringed as it was said loud enough for all to hear. The use of Johnny and frillies in the same sentence caused a first light wetting of my new diapers.
Thankfully they were very thick to protect me as I was sure there was more embarrasement to come.
part 5
Above the wrapping table a mirror kept an eye on the store. I could see in it the other two people watching my every move. A well to do lady of about forty and a sweet but shy seventeen year old girl. They too were admiring my reflection in the mirror while staring at my bulky rear end.
Oh no, I thought, as they approached. I'll die of shame if more people find out about me. As they got close enough a round of introductions ensued, with "Hello, I am Mrs Carruthers." Every one was properly introduced except the girl and I. "And who are these lovely youthful things for? They are so sweet, my Susan should have some similar." The young lady blushed. So Susan was her name.
She stood meekly behind her Mother in white silk blouse, black pleated mini skirt, stockings and sensible flat heels. Rosalyn was too eager to reply, I thought. "These lovely items are for my unruly husband Johnny here, who thinks he's a man on occasion but acts so sissy always, he will be in clothes at home to suit his proper deportment whenever he displeases me." So there, it was out to another couple of people. "And the diaper bag over his shoulder? Surely he's not diapered as well?" "Why yes, indeed he is," giving me a light pat on the backside, causing a sound only baby pants can make stretched tightly over thick diapers. "You see, my poor Johnny has always had a bladder problem. He wets whenever he gets very nervous, or afraid, or excited about things and every night of course."
I hung me head now, not daring to look at anyone; as she just continued this littany of my growing up. "His Mother tried thick day-time training pants for awhile when he was around ten years old until thirteen but poor Johnny would come running home with wet pants too often. At thirteen she threw away his trainers, and returned him to diapers day time as well as his extra thick night diapers." "Yes, indeed," Mrs Carruthers thought out loud. "My Susan is dressed as a seventeen year old young lady. Tell everyone your real name dear."
Her lips quivered and a barely audible "Steven" was heard. "You see my Steven is twenty two. He has been a trial to me, getting into trouble at a young age. To control him, we have an agreement. He may portray himself as Steven in public at college or his tennis practice; but he must return to being Susan as soon as he gets home. Last night I caught him in Jeans and a sweat shirt as well as smoking a cigarette."
Susan/Steven blushed more furiously at this turn of the conversation, but I also noticed his Mother holding his hand tightly as a Mother would do, as Rosalyn had done to me earlier. The grip was firm indicating to the child not to speak, or try to run away. "Breaking two taboo's at the same time, Jeans and smoking; was cause for today's outing.
Susan's punishments are not punitive, but rather meant to bring about better behaviour. We were going to shop for a tight corset today only, but he raised such a fuss on the way down here I have had my fill with him. Do you think diapers would help control my Susan?"
It was to be my turn to blush anew. "Oh absolutely. See how demure Johnnny is right now," as she patted me several more times on the backside. "He wouldn't dare rebel right now at the prospect of more embarrasment than what he endured earlier in the fitting room." "How marvelous, and do you think such sweet baby wear would be appropriate under Susan's short mini skirt, or should I get her longer skirts?" "The mini skirt is perfect along with ankle socks instead of pantihose. Just think how demure he/she would be if a gust of wind raised her pretty little skirt just enough for people to spy sweet shiny plastic baby pants underneath." "An excellent control measure, I shall certainly have to get some for Susan."
Mrs Cavendish had listened intently this conversation and announced, "I believe, you ladies need to discuss this further. Might I suggest you exchange telephone numbers while I take Susan to the corsetry department. Come along little one, take my hand, no need to be frightened," as she led Susan away shaking. "Here are the car keys, Johnny. start loading the trunk." I see several trips would be needed, taking the first three boxes.
As I approached the front door two more ladies entered. Seeing my arms laden with parcels they held the door for me smiling at my oh so sissy attire. I was still sort of manly from the neck up. They must have thought me to be somewhere between the sexes; not manly but not totally effeminate either. Dropping the first parcels in the trunk along with the hated diaper bag so my arms would be free, I spied a further horror.
Rosalyn had placed both my sissy leather chest harness and her strap in the trunk where I could see them. The harness was so humiliating. Made of sturdy leather it went around my chest and over the shoulders very similarly to a bra, fastening in back with strong clasps. On the front piece a bunny rabbit with the words, "SISSY" engraved.
A leash could be attached at the back to control the wearer. Once securely fastened into the harness, escape would only come when permitted. The other item caused another wetting of my diaper as I looked at the thick rubberized-leather strap.
It was my own Mother's old school strap, she had given to Rosalyn to, "use as needed." The painful kind every teacher in the 50's and 60's remembers using. Back then it only landed on guilty hands deserving of correction. Rosalyn used that method on me too. She also liked to be more creative with it, such as when I ... My head cleared, returning to the here and now when I realized a crowd was gathering around me, watching my bent over frame with the bulky rear end sticking out.
Quickly closing the trunk I huried back inside to get more parcels. "Did you see something frightening, Johnny?" asked Rosalyn. "Why you're white as a ghost," She knew I had seen the items of my correction in the trunk. I shook my head, blushed, and continued loading parcels.
As the last parcel was loaded, I quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in to hide. Sitting next to the sidewalk on a busy street, my body scrunched down to be as invisilbe as posible, hiding my sissy pink shorts,I thought back to that horrible day last year when Mom presented Rosalyn with the strap three days after our wedding. It was gift wrapped in a box and everything.
A small booklet inside recommended proper use on a young mans hands for certain transgressions and on his backside for more serious offences. THE TEACHER'S GUIDE TO CORRECTION AND DISCIPLINE 1954 EDITION COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION Mary came out.
She bent over as I rolled the window down to talk to her. "Did you enjoy your trip to our little store, Johnny?" What could I say? "Would you like to repeat the diapering another time? I noticed you didn't get a nasty hard-on like most boys do. Does your wife give you pills to keep you soft down there?" She was so sweet in her own way, having helped me before in the fitting room, I had to open up to her sweet demeanor.
Remembering the big yellow pill, "yes, whenever I'm to be punished, I get a PREMARIN, which is strong female hormones to make me bend to her wishes. They have that side effect for about a week." Mary just smiled listening carefully. "After the pill takes effect,
I'm usually punished in some form at home, either I get the strap or just made to do extra cleaning around the house. But, today's was the worst, taking me out like this," pointing to my sissy attire, "and making me go into a girls store. I just know she's going to take me home to try on all those outfits all over again." "Mary bring the baby inside. They want to say a proper good-bye." Janet had stuck her head out the door to yell loud enough for the whole block to hear.
I got out of the car, locked it as Mary took hold of my hand. It felt warm. She cared for me. I was both embarrased by being taken by the hand like a child and comforted by the fact it was Mary who I liked not that mean Janet who would do something like pat my backside in public to feel if I'm wet, or shout out some embarrasing statement for all to hear.
At the wrapping counter, Susan stood with a new box under her left arm,obviously the new corset, her right hand held tightly by her Mother. Rosalyn piped up, "Johnny you have been such a good little boy today, Janet wants to give you a present. Isn't that nice sweety?" Thinking, if it came from Janet it probably wouldn't be; I stated fearfully that it would.
Janet came around from behind the wrapping table with a foot long Raggedy Anne doll, the kind a little girl would carry as her very own favorite dolly. "Take it Johnny, this instant," was Rosalyn's quick instructions to me. Not knowing what to do, I took hold of the doll by one arm, letting it dangle at my side, trying to hide the thing. As Rosalyn cheeks reddened in anger and Mrs Cavendish tisk tisked, Mary came to my rescue.
She showed me how to cradle the doll in my arm, holding it's head in my hand staring up at the sissy I had become. "Thank Janet for the nice gift, sweety with a proper hug and kiss on the lips as a girl should be thanked." My nerves were all ajangle as Janet hugged me close running her hands across my backside several times feeling my heavily padded plastic encased panty bottom.
The kiss lasted only a brief second while her patting of my backside lasted too long. Janet left me with the distinct impression she wanted to pat my bottom more heavily; perhaps with something in her hand. Mrs Cavendish remarked, "Oh, I wish we would have left him in his sweet dress to go home with his lovely new dolly. Don't you ladies?"
Most agreed causing a further fearful wetting from me. I couldn't stop it. My diaper is so thick it just absorbs everything and I can't stop it when I start wetting in fear. "Not this time," Rosalyn advised, "but if he doesn't behave perfectly the rest of the day, we shall have to see." The threat was enough for me. Rosalyn took hold of my hand. Waving good-bye's to all, we left the store. Outside, Rosalyn opened my door for me, ensuring the seat belt strapped me in tightly with my newly acquired dolly in my lap before closing the car door.
I was relieved this public exposure was over only to remind myself the dresses and things in back would make my home life far more humiliating in future. We were heading home I thought. Rosalyn however, had other plans. "Wasn't it nice of the girls back there to change your diapers so we can make one more stop, dear? Now, you won't have to worry about leaking in public." I agreed about the need for my earlier diaper change but now feared her statement of "one more stop".
What further humiliations could she possibly throw at me? How much more do I have to endure in the name of sissyhood? It just wasn't fair what she had done to me this last year since our wedding. "Read this, sweety." She handed me a piece of stationery from the bridal salon with a name and address on it. It said simply. BABY, BABY BOUTIQUE FOR THE YOUNG AT HEART MISTRESS GRETCHEN
Part 6
We pulled up to the sidewalk in front of this strange store which proclaimed itself to be for the Young at Heart. Taking my hand firmly Rosalyn threw open the door as a bell announced our arrival. Along the walls and racks; on the displays and counters were dozens and maybe even hundreds of juvenile dresses, clothing, diapers, rubber goods of every description.
The floor was dominated by a huge crib in the middle along with oversized bassinets, changing tables and other baby parahernalia. Oh my! It hit me like a two by four, everything here was too large for a real baby. It all was designed for us. A very stern matron wearing a very sexy outfit approached from the rear of the store. She wore much the same outfit os Susan back at the bridal boutique; a white silk blouse of french design along with black pleated mini skirt, stockings and hells. But, she also wore a bib front blue rubber apron with lacy edges.
Under other circ-umstances, a very sexy outfit indeed. Here, in her domain, it clearly indicated who was in charge. "Good Afternoon," she adressed Rosalyn, barely looking at me long enough to size me up. "Hello, I am Rosalyn Carver and this is my husband, Johnny." The elder lady asked, "And what brings you and your lovely little person to my establishment?" Lydia Cavendish suggested I bring Johnny here for the afternoon, if you are available?" "I see, yes, indeed." Addressing me now, she stated sternly, "You will address me as Mistress Gretchen. Nothing else, is that understood?" I nodded affirmatively, and she walked away.
As I stared around this new torture chamber, the lady went to the door, turned her sign to "CLOSED" for the rest of the world and locked it tight. She turned all blinds in the windows and placed the door key into her cash register. Now without the code to unlock the register, I won't be leaving until allowed. "Lydia called to alert me you were coming. Your sissy has been a bother and needs to learn some strict lessons in discipline today. Is this correct?" Rosalyn replied too quickly, "Yes, indeed Mistress. I have been remiss in Johnny's discipline. Please help me bring him back under control. All the measures I have employed are beginning to loose their effect." "Very well, come over here Johnny and see what a nice crib this is."
As we walked over I took note of an oversized crib which seemed to be raised up on longer than normal legs and had three sides which went almost to the ceiling. The fourth side was slid down to the floor on heavy rollers, clearly this crib of sturdy design. In front was a foot stool, since the mattress was so high up. "Stand on the stool, Johnny, facing the crib." As I climbed up, Mistress was ready with her hand on my shorts, pulling them down to my ankles, exposing again my wet bulging diapered baby pants. "Perfect, he is ready for his first lesson in docility training. This should take about three hours today. Then you can follow-up at home with remidial sissy training nightly and on weekends. Do you consent to his training, Mrs Carver?"
My back to them, staring at the rubber sheets of this horrible crib I heard a much too enthusiastic, "Oh yes, indeed." "Rosalyn, please think of his transgressions for the next couple of minutes. I'll ask you to recount them shortly." Slapping my bottom with her open hand, Mistress affirmed, "Stand perfectly still Johnny, while I prepare you. Are you wet or are you stinky too?" pressing her hand more into my rear end. "I'm just wet," my voice weakly answered. "So, you think you can hold your other end, do you? We shall see."
She reached around to my front, sliding her hand down into my plastic panites, she undid the diaper pins holding the diaper securely. "Lean forward now, little one. Place your elbows on the mattress," her own hand gently but firmly pushing my shoulders forward and down. "Stay right there, I'll be back in a moment. Rosalyn, please stand guard over the sissy."
Here I was standing on a foot stool, bent over an open crib, my nose an inch away from this rubber sheeted bed, with wet diapers loosely held by my pink plastic baby pants. A most humiliting position for any boy or man to find himself.
When Mistress returned she placed on the mattress next to me a wooden spoon, a hot water bottle, and some tubing. What a strange combination my naive mind thought. I studied the wooden spoon because I remeber my own Mother once using one similar to this for other than cooking. On the handle was engraved, BEDWETTER. OH OH, I'm not going to like this. "Have you recalled some of his transgressions, Rosalyn? Are you ready to start the next phase?" "Absolutely, please tell me what needs to be done. "Very well. It does no good to simply whack away at a sissy's bottom leaving him wondering what he did wrong. A correct discipline session must be conducted while verbalizing all the transgressions so the sissy knows exactly what he is punished for. As each is described, it becomes punctuated in his mind with the pain of a severe spanking."
Mistress pulled down the back of my diapered baby pants exposing my cheeks to all. I now knew why she undid the diaper pins. "Please tell us his first transgression." Rosalyn started, "He did a very poor job of dusting last night, not even trying to be thourough and." SMACK. The sting on my backside prevented me from hearing the rest. "Ouch, stop, please?" "Next." Gretchen ordered. "He bought pink girls panties at the store without my knowledge." The SMACK of a wooden spoon on my backside could be heard again. Gretchen liked this one, "Oh how nice, shopping for his own girly panties. We often make a sissies do that as a punishment, but your Johnny did it all on his own. How nice, we shall have him confess later that story. Please continue." "Johnny kept argueing last night about wanting out of diapers." Again the resounding SMACK on my butt while Mistress said to me, "Out of diapers? How rediculous."
They had created a tempo now. Rosalyn described the error of my ways, Mistress brought the instrument of correction down hard on my tender flesh and further punctuated the matter by a statement of her own. "At Lydia's he got a dolly from one of the girls there and he practically ripped off its arm." SMACK. "You must appreciate gifts." "Johnny has been a cranky baby for the last two days." SMACK "A sissy must always be sweet as candy, or else." "I caught him a week ago playing with himself. He was stroking his little thing with a pair of plastic panties."
SMACK Oh how could she say that to a stranger, but she did, as the tears rolled down my cheeks now. "You will receive pleasure from your useless little thing only when permitted. And then, in ways you did not anticipate." " Last night he...SMACK, it went on for all ten strokes of the wooden spoon. My tears were genuine as I now knew Rosalyn had full control over me.
After my sobs died down a bit I heard them speaking softly behind my back about my so red bottom. "Mistress touched my diapered front ensuring that I had indeed wet more during this session, which I had. She stated, "There's more for correction in this room than anywhere else Rosalyn. Just think how many wifes anguished over their wayward sons or carousing husbands. We can put an end to it all by taking control. Men are just overgrown litle boys. Let's prepare him for the next item. Hand me that hose with the nozzle on the end."
Part 7
"Pull down his soggy diapers and pretty panties Rosalyn, so our little Johnny can climb into his new crib, while I prepare the nozzle." Rosalyn punctuated her completion of this task by giving me a gentle but firm slap on my still very tender behind with her open hand. Mistress slid the foot stool underneath the crib saying, "See how high the mattress is Rosalyn? With a crib like this a foot stool is needed for the little sissy to get in and out of bed. His own natural fear will help keep him in bed."
Rosalyn nodded allowing Mistress Gretchen to continue, "The sides go almost to the ceiling and with this one opening side slid up and locked, he becomes a prisoner in his own sissy bed." "Sit up, right here on the edge of your bed sweety while we prepare your little belt." I was aghast at having this two inch wide belt placed around my middle. It jangled with clips and clasps and secured tightly at my belly button. "Hold your hand out dear!" I was afraid of a strapping like I used to get in school, so I was slow to perform this chore, reaching only very close in and slowly, cautiously, unassuredly. Mistress grabbed my wrist severly, scolding, "You will pay a little more punishment for your tardiness."
As she said the words, her other hand brought down the wooden spoon on my palms as had happened so many times in school and again a second time when I got home." Before I could blow on them to take the pain away, my hands found themselves inside shiny pink nylon and rubber mittens which had ties on the wrists. "Hold still darling," as the mittens were tied tight and then secured by clasps to the waist belt.
My hands were now literaly strapped to my sides, in pain, encased inside slippery mittens which made it impossible to hold onto anything. "Now lie down nicely sweety." Mistress noticed my clean shaven body now stretched out in front of her, remarking on my little pee pee as she took hold of it, and let it flop back down between my legs. "Are you keeping him on hormones Rosalyn?" "Why yes. He had a PREMARIN this morning. Within a couple hours of taking his girl maker pill he becomes so soft and yielding not only to my wishes but: well, as you can see, all over." "Yes, indeed," remarked Gretchen. "His own male hormones continue clicking away making him quite horny while the girl maker's keep him soft not able to satisfy himself. He gets so frustrated."
Mistress smiled at this turn of conversation stating, "I'll show you later how you can give him pleasure even with a softy like this. There is a method you can use on his useless little tool to make him explode without ever getting a nasty hard-on." "Now," Mistress intoned, "it's time for phase two. He must be cleaned out inside. First, we need to grease up his back door. Lift up just a little sweety, so this doesn't hurt." I couldn't.
I just couldn't allow this to be happening to me. When I didn't move quick enough, Mistress grabbed a hold of my privates and lifted straight up forcfully. "You know the rules, Johnny, that will cause another punishment for fighting against me."
As she pulled up on my pee pee her other hand was ready to insert a greased up finger as soon as my bottom came off the sheets. "Ow Ow Ow, I pleaded as her finger went into me for the first time ever feeling something going the wrong direction. "Once inside Rosalyn,you can wiggle around smearing it all over inside." More screams from me filled the room. "What do you use," Rosalyn asked? "Vaseline works well along with good quality rubber gloves and short finger nails." When she pulled out I thought it was all over and sighed in relief.
Laying stretched out now, my puckered behind still smarting from the previous spanking, I cringed when she approached with the hot water bottle attached to a three foot long hose with a nozzle on the end that had rubber bulbs surrounding the central shaft. "Raised up again just like you did a minute ago Johnny?" I cried knowing I couldn't resist as she once more took hold of my p_nis and lifted firmly to expose my tender backside for another session. "As the sissy lifts up," she was giving Rosalyn instructions, "be ready to insert the bardox nozzle quickly but gently up to the first bulb, like so."
I felt this horrible thing go into me, stretching my opening to new dimensions. "You can't stay up in the air all night sweety, bring your bottom back down now." She was right, in the uncomfotable position of having my arms strapped to my sides, my back tired and slowly my bum came down onto the bed; while she was at the ready to force the nozzle in deeeper as I sank down upon it. "Hold steady and just push back a little bit as the sissy sinks onto his own instrument until it's lodged deep past the inner sphicter. When properly inserted, like this is, the inner bulb and outer bulb hold it securely when inflated. Now, just ten or so pumps of this little bulb here and it is all but locked in place. Let me know if it hurts sweety."
As she did, I felt myself being held by this horribly gripping device. When I grunted, she sais, "Good boy, youn didn't grumble until number eight. Just two pumps more and we can begin your soapy delight." "What kind of soap Gretchen, what do you use?" The Mistress waited a moment as she opened the valve to begin the flow of soapy water into me. "What you are seeing now Rosalyn is two onces of shampoo mixed into two quarts of warm water. It makes for a very bouncy baby as the soap suds scrub the sissy's insides. Watch his stomach extend."
I felt it along with hearing th gurgling noises coming from inside me. Oh the sheer humiliation of it all. How could they do this to me? As my stomach stretched from all the internal pressure, Rosalyn remarked that I'm finally putting on weight. They laughed at her little joke. As more soapy water poured into me I just knew that I was going to shit myself any moment, yet that horrible nozzle with the big bulbs kept all in check.
The final humiliation was Gretchen taking the water bottle when it was almost empty and squeezing out the remaining soapy bubbles, sounding almost like a big fart going up into me. "There you go sweety, your very first enema. Let me just shut this off and disconnect the bag here. There we go. Now we'll just leave the nozzle in place until we get you up-stairs to the bathroom to clean up."
Did she expect me to walk up those stairs with this horrible thing sticking out my backside? "But first, your litle pleasure. You've been a good little boy for most of the day. Yes, you were a brat and needed to be punished but I think in time, you'll be a good baby boy for your mommy anytime she wants you as such. Would you like a little pleasure now after all that you experienced today?" I quickly nodded thinking I would get out of this crib, be allowed to expel the enema and get dressed to go home. "Yes please. May I go now?"
Her reply was directed at Rosalyn. "When he is like this with the big bardox bulb pressing against his prostate he's ready for the next phase if and only if he has been a good baby. It's up to you. Shall we give him a bit of pleasure this one time?" "Yes," Rosalyn replied, "show me how to please a sissy with a soft-on in case I want to try it at home if he pleases me first. This will become his reward for a week of perfect sissyhood." "Very well, watch carefully as I start and you will finish him off. It must be at your hands, and only yours that he finds both pain and pleasure. Every man, even a little boy like your husband here is, has a very delicate G spot just like we do, only it's hidden away more. Pour lots of sweet smelling baby oil all over his useless little thingy so really slick it up. There. Now pull back his foreskin, and note the two sides of his p_nis. The side with the vein is pleaseured mostly by gently stroking all the way from anus across the balls right up to the end of the shaft. It's the other side though, the upper side which holds a man's most delicate spot. Right between the head and shaft where the foreskin unually covers it up is the sweet spot. It needs to be very gently rubbed from side to side between the fingers with lots of lubricant, and oh, see the reaction already?"
My face did indeed contort as such sweet torture I had never felt before was released upon me. I moaned, I gasped, I squirmed, and I felt totally at her mercy; such delightful sensations coursed through my body from tip toe to eye lashes. "Here, your turn Rosalyn. As I said, his pleaseure must be at your hands not someone else's."
Rosalyn took over gently gliding her finger tips ever so slowly across that sweet spot between the shaft and head of my p_nis holding firmly to my limp noodle with her other hand pulling tight on my foreskin to expose the tenderest spot on a sissy's body.
"Talk to him now, while giving him such sweet pleaseure. Tell him how proud you are of the sissy. Tell him how happy you are to change his wet diapers. Let him know that as soon as he has had his sweet release you will be tucking him into a tight triple thick diaper with sissy ruffles on the baby panties so everybody will know he is a sissy. Tell him all the things which have been secret too long. I am going to telephone Lydia and thank her for recommending me to you while you bring sissy Johnny to a new level of surrender. I will give you privacy for awhile."
She walked into the private apartment off to the back while Rosalny started stroking on me anew. "Don't you just love your frilly new dresses, Johnny." Gentle stroking barely perceptible but oh so exquisite followed. "Do you like being my little sissy all the time?" Another stroke or two. "Do you need a triple thick diaper soon to hold you so secure?" Stroking me into oblivion of joy now, "Would you like a baby bottle and a soother soon?" I can't hold out much longer at this conversation. "Oh my what a pretty baby you have become, sissy Johnny, so soft and squishy and cuddly." Oh no, I'm about to explode if she says one more thing. Please let me... "Would my little sissy like to feel something bigger up his backside?" AAAAAAg.........
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Baby's Day Of Shopping by Gretchen (Read 16061 times)
