I was surprised at her reaction to my mess on the bed. I got out of the bed and went to my clothes. I noticed that same pink fluffy robe that I wore the nigh before. I also noticed some slippers for me to wear. They were a soft pink with about a half-inch heel on them. I put them on and tied the robe tightly against my body. I walked downstairs to breakfast, my slippers clicking all the way. I noticed at the table a bowl of oatmeal and some orange juice. I did not argue and went to eat. Mrs. O'Hara left the room and went upstairs. After I finished my breakfast, I went upstairs and saw her in my room. "I readied a bath for you sweetie. Make sure to wash all over, I'll be there in a couple of minutes to make sure you did." I quickly went into the bathroom and disrobed. Another bubble bath was ready for me and I sunk in. I was still soaking in the bath when the door open and she came walking in. A broad smile was on her place, "Time to make my little girl all squeaky clean."
She put on a rubber apron that was on the door and she began to wash me thoroughly. I noticed her attire for the day. Her hair was done professionally up in a bun on her head. She had on a soft white sun dress that was very elegant and showed her nice frame. She did look very stunning to me. Suddenly, she popped my fantasy and told me to get out. She covered my hair in a pink towel and my body as well. She told me to brush my teeth thoroughly and when I was finished to come out to get dress. I found a toothbrush and did exactly that. I came out and saw the clothing.
I tried to protest, but like many times before my voice was somewhere else. She just smiled at me. "I know my little girl will just love her clothes today. Come on sweetie, let's get you ready for today." She first took my hand and led me over on the bed. She took off my towel, and then I was laid back on the bed. I was lying on a diaper. "Just in case we have anymore accidents like this morning." She first put lotion on my area; she then puts massive amounts of powder on me. I smelt like a little girl because of that powder. She tightly put the two cloth diapers on me with large pink-headed safety pins. She then put on me ruffled, pink plastic panties on me. I was stood up on the floor for the next piece of clothing, which was a soft pink corset. She put it around me and tied it in the back. I could not get it off me without her help and the corset began hurting. I let out a little yelp in pain. But when she was finished, I saw that I had a flat chest, and a small hint of breasts. "You will wear this until you loose some weight." She told me as got the rest of my clothing. She put on me two of the whitest, fluffiest, laciest petticoats I have ever seen. I can understand why I am wearing the corset because the petticoats are so tight that they barely fit over my chest. They ended a little below my knees. I never have seen something so feminine. She zipped them up in the back and got the dress ready for me. It was a very soft pink dress that fit perfectly over my petticoats with a tight bodice, puffy sleeves, and a large pink bow that is tied around me. The dress I had to admit was very beautiful. There were buttons on the back, so I could not get it off without her help.
She then led me over to the vanity mirror and I sat down. The petticoats and dress fluffed out, and when I straighten them out, they still fell very far. She took off my towel and began to brush my hair. She took extra time with my hair as she brushed it for a very long time. After she brushed my hair out, she took out a large soft white and pink bonnet. It had ruffles along it and a large tie that she tied under my chin. It was a very feminine and babyish item as well as very classy. She then put a gold cross around my neck that fell right below my collar. She then rolled up bright white tights up both of my legs. She then put ruffled socks and then soft pink Mary Janes with a half-inch heel. "You will always wear shoes with a heel. We'll start you out with a half-inch and work your way up." I felt I would always be in heels, a corset, petticoats and a dress no matter what. Some white gloves finished the outfit and I was led out of my room downstairs. "You will learn first how to act like a lady, then we have some shopping today sweetie. You need a Sunday dress for church tomorrow." I almost fainted right there.
For the beginning of the morning, I learned how to become a lady. I learnt how to sit correctly, making sure my dress and petticoats did not expose anything. I also learnt how to walk correctly, which was very different compared to a man. I took shorted steps and how to walk well with my heels. I learnt how to talk with a soft feminine tone and I also learnt how to interact. Mrs. O’Hara told me that since I was so young that I wouldn’t be doing much speaking, but I would when I became a teenager. That thought scared me to my bones. Finally, and most importantly, I learnt how to curtsy correctly. By the end, I was an expert and could do everything very well. She smiled to me and said, “You have been doing so well this morning sweetie. You’re a natural at deportment. I am so proud of you. I will give you an extra special treat today.” She smiled to me as she went to the closet. Since it was late summer, she gave me a jacket. It was a soft pink that fell a little lower than my dress with large buttons. I put it on and she took me outside to go to do some shopping.
She put me in the back seat and buckled my seat belt as she began to drive away from the house. After about 20 minutes on the road, we finally reached a small town. I was nervous at all the people walking up and down Main Street. We reached the end to a small shopping area with a few stores. She parked the car and told me to get out. She took my hand and led me to a small store tucked away in a corner. The store was named “Angela’s Boutique.” We walked in and a little bell was heard throughout the store. Nobody was inside except for a rather plump woman behind the counter. Mrs. O’Hara and the woman seemed to know each other and were good friends. The woman told us to look around and if we wanted to try on anything we could. We made sure that we did.
The store seemed to specialize in everything she needed for me. After about an hour or longer, we finally were done with numerous packages. We got more shoes, more petticoats, accessories, ruffled panties and a dress for Sunday. It looked like a first communion dress that was very angelic white. I was so ashamed that I would be very that very feminine dress because many people would notice me. We put the packages in the car and went into another store. This store I knew for sure as it was a Beauty Salon. We went inside and hung up our coats. A young lady told us that our appointment was ready and we should go in the back. We went into the back and met yet another woman. She was in her 40’s and was the owner of the shop. The owner, Lisa, was another friend of my mother. She told me that everything was ready, including my medicine. I was shocked to find out that my medicine had been delivered here. I took one shot in the arm and told that should help with the air. My mother got some pills for me and then everything was in order. My bonnet was taken off and a bright pink cape was put on me as I was sat down on a chair. My mother told me to sit still as Lisa would begin to do some work on me. I was getting very nervous and I couldn’t hold it in anymore so I peed in my diapers right there.
I was dipped back and my hair was shampooed and conditioned by Lisa. She then put some coloring in it and then set it in curlers. The curlers were so small and tight that a tear fell from my eye. After the curling was done, I was put under hair dryer. As my hair was drying, she took off my gloves and began to work on my nails. She put on small false nails on me and painted them a very soft pink to match my attire. Another pain quickly came as both of my ears was pierced and I had very small diamonds in them. A couple minutes later, my hair was finished. I was very thankful for because my head felt like it was on fire. Finally, my hair was brushed and then a large pink bow that we bought earlier was place on top of my head. I finally saw that I had soft blonde ringlets, with a little touch of makeup, I looked very much like a little girl. I looked like a teenage girl in baby girl’s attire. Mrs. O’Hara gushed in emotions. “Oh, Rose. You look absolutely precious. You are so beautiful.” I did admit that I did look beautiful. I was told to curtsy for Lisa, which I did for perfect and we left the store. I didn’t wear the bonnet or gloves to show off my new look. Mother was so happy as she exclaimed to me. “Since you have done so well this morning, I am going to treat you to a nice lunch.” I was happy cause I was starving as we went into the a little French restaurant next store to the salon.
We sat in the back next to a window out looking the garden. Mother ordered for me and I sat quietly. She talked the entire time, telling me about her past. I learnt that her husband had died 10 years ago and that is how she got so wealthy. She never had a child and she knew I would be perfect for her. Lunch came and we began to eat. We both had salads. She had some chicken, while I had little tiny pieces of vegetables. After we ate, we left the restaurant. As we were leaving, I saw a boy looking at me. Not in disgust, but that he was interested. When we left, my mother pinched me and we both giggled.
We decided that we had enough this morning, I actually was getting a little tired. My mother noticed and told me that her baby needs a nap. I smiled as she drove us back home. We put all my new clothes away in my room. My mother helped me take off my clothes. She left on the corset and she changed my diaper. I wore my nightgown again and settled down for a mid-afternoon nap.
I awoke to the smell of something cooking. I put on my slippers and robe to go downstairs. I saw my mother finishing up for dinner. I had some soup and a tall glass of milk. The soup made my tummy feel all warm inside. After dinner, I learnt a few minor things about my mannerisms. Later that evening, I mastered everything so far. I was beginning to learn how to sew, when my mother told me it was bedtime. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. My mother brushed my hair some more that evening before I went to bed. She tucked me in and I was surprisingly tired considering the nap. She sat down next to me and talked to me sweetly. “I am so proud of you dearie. You performed excellent at your new status. I have no doubts that you will become my beautiful daughter. I will wake you up early for church tomorrow. You will look your best tomorrow in your pretty new dress. After church, we’ll go for a walk in the park. How about that?” I smiled to her. She kissed me on the forehead and left the room. I fell asleep much quicker that evening, being more comfortable in my new life
Suddenly morning came and Mrs. O’Hara awoke me. The sun was bright and shining through my curtains into my bedroom. I slowly awoke to my mother’s smiling face. I also smelt something horrible in the room. I looked down and saw my diaper was soggy and wet. I had messed and peed in my diaper. My mother just smiled at me. She looked beautiful in her Sunday clothes. A beautiful dark blue skirt suit that showed off her beautiful legs. Her hair, makeup and nails were done to perfection. She looked radiant as I rose. I quickly went downstairs and ate breakfast. I came back upstairs to get dressed for today.
She helped me out of my corset and my smelly diaper. “Come on sunshine. There is a bath ready for you. I’ll be there in a few seconds to help you.” I slowly went into the bathroom and took my clothes off. I sunk into the warm bubble bath. The scent from the bath filled the air. She came in quickly and put on her rubber apron. She washed and conditioned my head thoroughly and then she did the same to my body. I began to notice how there was no stubble anywhere on my body. The water was drained and I was told to stay in the tub. She pulled out a strange device and told me to get on all fours. Suddenly, my bum was being probed first by her glove hands and then by a tube. Warm water began flowing into my bum for a while and then it was plugged. I was told to stay like this and she left me. Soon, the pain and cramps began hitting me and I started making sounds of anguish. Finally, my mother came in and told me I could release which felt very good. I got out of the bath and brushed my teeth while she wrapped a towel around my body.
I was lead over to the vanity table. She first began putting my hair into the curlers again just like in the salon. They were kept in the curlers and she put a hair net over my head so I could get dressed. I was lead back over to the bed where I sat back on the bed. Two cloth diapers were pinned on me with the pink-headed pins. These cloth diapers were so large; they spread my legs very far apart. Some plastic rhumba panties were pulled up my legs and pulled over my diapers. These panties were so very girlie. They were white with rows of lace around the butt area. Next I stood up so I could wear my corset. A bright white corset with pink linings was put on me. The corset seemed much smaller as my stomach must have shrunk a little already. I felt so feminine and girlie wearing that corset. Next, two starch white petticoats was put on me. They were very old-fashioned with taffeta in them. The fell just a little above my knees. The bodice was so very tight as she zipped them up in the back. Next came that beautiful dress we bought. It was white as the snow. The sleeves were very puffy and the bodice was very tight that extenuated my corset figure. It billowed out even more than the other dress. A large collar and a very gigantic bow finished it out. The dress was lined with pink trimmings all along the side. She buttoned up the many buttons in the back and tied the bow. I felt so nice wearing that dress.
She rolled up pure white stockings up my skinny legs that went up close to my panties. Next I was wearing very lacy ankle socks and some white Mary Janes with a one-inch heel. I was used to walking in heels, so this was no trouble for me. I was led back over to the vanity table where my curlers were taken off. She took an extra long time brushing my hair. She then put a large white bow in the back of my very blonde, very curly hair. She put on just a little make-up. Some pink lipstick, a little foundation, a little eye shadow was put on me. Next came some small gold earrings. She then put on the gold chained cross around my neck that fell right below my collar. She then put some light pink fingernail polish on my fingers. When the last finger was painted I was finished getting ready. I was led over to a large mirror to look at myself. I looked so pretty and so young. I did look like a girl receiving her first communion. My mother looked so proud at me as she kissed my cheek.
“You look absolutely perfect, sweetie. Let’s get your purse and your coat, then we can go.” I was beginning to get a little nervous about going into public. My heels clicked louder as we walked the wooden floors of her house. I got a lovely cashmere white coat that was so feminine and girlie. It covered my dress and fell right below my knees. I buttoned it up and put on my pure white purse as we left the house.
I sat in the back as we drove off to church. We were one of the early ones to arrive so we got a seat right in the middle up front. My mother seemed to know everybody and I was introduced to many people. So many people that I believe I lost count. I met a lot of the elderly which seemed to be what the town was made up of. I also met some young girls and some young boys who looked at me very longingly. One of the boys looked at me very lovingly that it sent shivers up my spine and I peed in my diaper right there. Thankfully, the service began, as the church became very full.
I behaved very well in church that morning. It was so nice looking at the very well dressed men and women. Before I knew it, the mass had ended. We were walking out of the church, as we were one of the lasts to leave. As we were leaving the priest stopped us to talk. I listened intently on their conversation. “Well, hello Mrs. O’Hara.”
“Good Morning Father Holmes. It was a lovely service this morning.”
“Why thank you and who is this beautiful young lady?”
“This is my daughter, Rose.” I curtseyed deeply for the father and speaking a very soft hello to him.
“Well it is nice to finally meet you. I will look forward to see you in school on Monday morning. Have a nice morning Mrs. O’Hara and you too, Rose.”
His words shook me as we walked away. My mother smiled and explained. “You heard him correctly. You will be attending St. Joe’s Academy for Young Ladies tomorrow. I know you still wear diapers, young lady. But you still need to attend school. We will need to get you the uniforms today.” I felt scared about going to a new school. But as my mother drove, she reassured me that everything would be okay and that I would make many friends.
We found, Just Me Apparel, a small uniform shop in town. We walked in a man was working behind the desk, luckily there was nobody in the store. The man would give us his fullest attention as we went into the back. He and my mother discussed some things quietly, as I waited patiently. After they were finished, my mother began taking off my clothes as the man went to get some things. He came back with so many items. I was stripped down to my corset, plastic panties, tights and diapers. The man just smiled at me when he saw my diapers.
He gave me a white camisole that fit just perfectly. Then he handed me a short-sleeved blouse that had to be button in the back. This was going to be worn during the warmer months. My mommy helped with the blouse. It was the frilliest one in the store with a very large collar. She than had me wear a small petticoat that fell just a little above my knees. Then the jumper that I would be wearing. The school colors were green and white which was the color of the jumper. It just covered my petticoat. The school was embodied in the upper left breast. The jumper fit tightly around my hips when she zipped it up. My mother liked the tight look on me. Next some black Mary Janes were put on my feet. They too had one inch. The uniform code had to have shoes of at least one inch. Next a little bow was put on my collar on my blouse and another in my hair which was the school colors. I twirled around in my new look. My mother liked the look of my uniform so we got many as I put back on my dress. We put the packages in the car and left the store.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: The Lass by Miss Annie (Read 7979 times)
