Part 5
And then we were there at the large office building. Connie drove us into the underground garage and stopped at the gate to get the ticket by an older man there.
"Good day, Ms M, Ma'am." And he had used Auntie's last name.
"Good day, Peter. It is nice to see you as well. We are here to see the Magistrate."
"Yes, Ma'am. And Connie, you look as pretty as always."
"Oh you, silly. You say that to all the sissies." And everyone laughed. I couldn't believe but Connie was a sissy as well and admitted it in public.
"Ma'am? Is that your niece with you?" and Peter was looking at me.
"Yes, Peter, it is, in a way. He's come to visit for a little bit." And Auntie patted the front of my diaper that was exposed as I sat in the car's baby seat.
"How old is he, Ma'am?" and I could see he was looking me up and down.
"He's 23, going on 2, Peter." And they all laughed again. Two? That would make me a toddler in their eyes. The thought of having to be a toddler girl drove me nuts and my pen-is started firming. Of course, I hoped that Aunt Theresa wouldn't notice, but she squeezed me in the middle and I could feel the pressure of her grip there. I almost lost it. Here I was a 23 year-old young man and was dressed in diaper and rubber panties with frillie panties and a lovely little girl's frock, being fondled my Aunt Theresa. I was helpless to stop her.
"Well, he is lovely, Ma'am. Good luck, princess" and he winked at me.
"Say thank you to the nice man, precious." And she squeezed one more time.
"Th.th.thank you, Sir." And I blushed so much I must have lit up the car and we drove to the parking spot as Connie and Aunt Theresa continued to laugh. Obviously at my predicament. Quickly we were in the elevators and going up. Aunt Theresa continued to check my makeup and also fix my panties. She adjusted the ruffles of my petticoats and made sure my pretty Venise lace frock was laid around it very neatly.
"There, precious. All ready to be presented to society. Now, be on your best sissy behavior when we are with the Magistrate. Curtsey when you should and answer all questions quickly and honestly. You will make some mistakes. But that is all right because she knows you are just beginning. She will not be very happy if you are not quick to answer the question or if you evade the truth. So, be open and don't worry. Aunty is here as well as your new friend, Connie, to give you support." And then we were off the elevator and into the foyer of a large office. It was all lovely old wood with impressive fixtures and paintings on the wall with a large desk for the receptionist. The receptionist stood and curtsied as we entered.
"Good afternoon, Ms. M, Ma'am. The Magistrate is awaiting your visit. And this must be the precious thing that is visiting you now?"
"Why thank you, Brenda. You look as lovely as ever. I love that halter dress. Very popular with the sissies this summer."
"Yes, Ma'am. I just got it the other day." And she turned to model the dress, pulling it up as she did to show the lavender panties and garter belt holding up her hosiery.
"Lovely, Brenda. I certainly like the accessories you are wearing with the dress." And they all laughed.
"Thank you, Ma'am. But it is just the regular office dress code." And they laughed again. "Please be seated and I shall inform the Magistrate you are here." And she disappeared behind door to the right.
"It's nice to see Brenda again, Connie. Do you see her much these days?"
"Well, in the chat room on the Internet, Ma'am. She comes in as prissy Brenda."
"That's nice, Connie. It is a gift from the Goddess, this Internet, because you can meet others like you in a safe environment and share your sissy lives together."
"Yes, Ma'am. It is fun to be with the other girls and sissies, if only briefly." And then Brenda had returned.
"The Magistrate will see you, Ma'am." And we were through the door and into a large office. It was quite modern with one wall being completely glass so you could see the whole city before us. There was a large desk with only a couple of items on it.. a blotter, clock, pen and pencil set and some folders. There was a large sofa with a coffee table and a couple of easy chairs. I noticed that the table had current issues of Glamor and Cosmo, some fashion catalogs and some magazines from the sissy world. The large chair by the desk spun and a short fat woman stood up by the desk.
"Hi, Theresa, honey. So happy to see you again." And she stepped towards us. Aunt Theresa went to her and they hugged. Of course, Auntie had to bend a little, but they kissed.
"Thanks, Lisa. It's nice you could accommodate us on such a short notice."
"Any time, honey. Hi, Connie. How you doing, girl."
"Find, thank you, Ma'am." And Connie curtsied prettily for the Magistrate.
"And this must be it, Theresa. Such a lovely sissy baby." And the Magistrate came to me and grabbed my hands and lifted them. I was a little surprised but knew if I didn't behave, I would be disciplined. Besides the Magistrate was very lovely and she was shorter than me. She turned my hands so that I had to spin.
"Oh, it has the nicest diaper, Terry. I love what you have done with it. Please, everyone, have a seat." And Connie and Aunt Theresa took seats near the desk. I couldn't find any and then noticed the high chair that the Magistrate got from the side.
"Upsy daisy, baby." And I had to climb into the high chair and then the tray table came over my head. There was a foot place on it for my feet but I knew my diaper was certainly visible and I was positioned so everyone could easily see it. I looked down at the tray and noticed the little fairies that were painted on the tray with pretty flowers.
"Connie? Would you be a dear and adjust it's petticoats." And Connie was by the high chair fixing my dress and petticoats. The hope made the pettie's rise and the dress to drop back to my waist and she fixed the dress. But it gave me a chance to whisper.
"Why does she say, 'it', Connie? Is she talking about me?"
"Yes, bobbie, I'm afraid she is. She considers sissy babies, like you, to be its. You are not a man or a boy, that's for sure. And you don't have the parts of a girl. So you must be an it." And she took her seat again so that they would not know we were whispering. It made me tear up because I didn't want to be an 'it'. That wasn't fair. But then the Magistrate took her seat and began.
"Well, Terry, it looks like everything will be all right. I have been in contact with the authorities where it came from. They said it had been part of the naughty gang, but that punishing it wouldn't serve any purpose. Especially, if I could guarantee that it would not be part of any shenanigans again. I assured them that would be no problem and it would be safe here. They were also concerned that if the gang knew where it was they would find it and cause problems. I assured them again that that would not be a problem. It would be safely hidden here with us."
"That's great, Lisa. I was sure you would be able to take care of our problem. Is there anything I have to do besides making sure it causes no problems?"
"Well, yes, Terry. I have taken the liberty to set up these doc-uments so that you have legal authority over it. They make it your niece. They give it a nice girly name and you are free to raise it as you see fit." And the Magistrate produced a folder with some doc-uments in it for Auntie.
"Wonderful. What about our baby, though? What if she escapes or runs away?"
"Well, it can run away. But if it does, it will be found and incarcerated and taken to that city for due punishment. Secondly, it has to worry about the gang because they think she squealed on them. That she gave evidence against them. So if they find it, they will do many nasty things to it." And that put so much fear in me, I was shaking like a leaf and my mouth had to have dropped open.
Part 6
And then we were there at the large office building. Connie drove us into the underground garage and stopped at the gate to get the ticket by an older man there.
"Good day, Ms M, Ma'am." And he had used Auntie's last name.
"Good day, Peter. It is nice to see you as well. We are here to see the Magistrate."
"Yes, Ma'am. And Connie, you look as pretty as always."
"Oh you, silly. You say that to all the sissies." And everyone laughed. I couldn't believe but Connie was a sissy as well and admitted it in public.
"Ma'am? Is that your niece with you?" and Peter was looking at me.
"Yes, Peter, it is, in a way. He's come to visit for a little bit." And Auntie patted the front of my diaper that was exposed as I sat in the car's baby seat.
"How old is he, Ma'am?" and I could see he was looking me up and down.
"He's 23, going on 2, Peter." And they all laughed again. Two? That would make me a toddler in their eyes. The thought of having to be a toddler girl drove me nuts and my pen-is started firming. Of course, I hoped that Aunt Theresa wouldn't notice, but she squeezed me in the middle and I could feel the pressure of her grip there. I almost lost it. Here I was a 23 year-old young man and was dressed in diaper and rubber panties with frillie panties and a lovely little girl's frock, being fondled my Aunt Theresa. I was helpless to stop her.
"Well, he is lovely, Ma'am. Good luck, princess" and he winked at me.
"Say thank you to the nice man, precious." And she squeezed one more time.
"Th.th.thank you, Sir." And I blushed so much I must have lit up the car and we drove to the parking spot as Connie and Aunt Theresa continued to laugh. Obviously at my predicament. Quickly we were in the elevators and going up. Aunt Theresa continued to check my makeup and also fix my panties. She adjusted the ruffles of my petticoats and made sure my pretty Venise lace frock was laid around it very neatly.
"There, precious. All ready to be presented to society. Now, be on your best sissy behavior when we are with the Magistrate. Curtsey when you should and answer all questions quickly and honestly. You will make some mistakes. But that is all right because she knows you are just beginning. She will not be very happy if you are not quick to answer the question or if you evade the truth. So, be open and don't worry. Aunty is here as well as your new friend, Connie, to give you support." And then we were off the elevator and into the foyer of a large office. It was all lovely old wood with impressive fixtures and paintings on the wall with a large desk for the receptionist. The receptionist stood and curtsied as we entered.
"Good afternoon, Ms. M, Ma'am. The Magistrate is awaiting your visit. And this must be the precious thing that is visiting you now?"
"Why thank you, Brenda. You look as lovely as ever. I love that halter dress. Very popular with the sissies this summer."
"Yes, Ma'am. I just got it the other day." And she turned to model the dress, pulling it up as she did to show the lavender panties and garter belt holding up her hosiery.
"Lovely, Brenda. I certainly like the accessories you are wearing with the dress." And they all laughed.
"Thank you, Ma'am. But it is just the regular office dress code." And they laughed again. "Please be seated and I shall inform the Magistrate you are here." And she disappeared behind door to the right.
"It's nice to see Brenda again, Connie. Do you see her much these days?"
"Well, in the chat room on the Internet, Ma'am. She comes in as prissy Brenda."
"That's nice, Connie. It is a gift from the Goddess, this Internet, because you can meet others like you in a safe environment and share your sissy lives together."
"Yes, Ma'am. It is fun to be with the other girls and sissies, if only briefly." And then Brenda had returned.
"The Magistrate will see you, Ma'am." And we were through the door and into a large office. It was quite modern with one wall being completely glass so you could see the whole city before us. There was a large desk with only a couple of items on it.. a blotter, clock, pen and pencil set and some folders. There was a large sofa with a coffee table and a couple of easy chairs. I noticed that the table had current issues of Glamor and Cosmo, some fashion catalogs and some magazines from the sissy world. The large chair by the desk spun and a short fat woman stood up by the desk.
"Hi, Theresa, honey. So happy to see you again." And she stepped towards us. Aunt Theresa went to her and they hugged. Of course, Auntie had to bend a little, but they kissed.
"Thanks, Lisa. It's nice you could accommodate us on such a short notice."
"Any time, honey. Hi, Connie. How you doing, girl."
"Find, thank you, Ma'am." And Connie curtsied prettily for the Magistrate.
"And this must be it, Theresa. Such a lovely sissy baby." And the Magistrate came to me and grabbed my hands and lifted them. I was a little surprised but knew if I didn't behave, I would be disciplined. Besides the Magistrate was very lovely and she was shorter than me. She turned my hands so that I had to spin.
"Oh, it has the nicest diaper, Terry. I love what you have done with it. Please, everyone, have a seat." And Connie and Aunt Theresa took seats near the desk. I couldn't find any and then noticed the high chair that the Magistrate got from the side.
"Upsy daisy, baby." And I had to climb into the high chair and then the tray table came over my head. There was a foot place on it for my feet but I knew my diaper was certainly visible and I was positioned so everyone could easily see it. I looked down at the tray and noticed the little fairies that were painted on the tray with pretty flowers.
"Connie? Would you be a dear and adjust it's petticoats." And Connie was by the high chair fixing my dress and petticoats. The hope made the pettie's rise and the dress to drop back to my waist and she fixed the dress. But it gave me a chance to whisper.
"Why does she say, 'it', Connie? Is she talking about me?"
"Yes, bobbie, I'm afraid she is. She considers sissy babies, like you, to be its. You are not a man or a boy, that's for sure. And you don't have the parts of a girl. So you must be an it." And she took her seat again so that they would not know we were whispering. It made me tear up because I didn't want to be an 'it'. That wasn't fair. But then the Magistrate took her seat and began.
"Well, Terry, it looks like everything will be all right. I have been in contact with the authorities where it came from. They said it had been part of the naughty gang, but that punishing it wouldn't serve any purpose. Especially, if I could guarantee that it would not be part of any shenanigans again. I assured them that would be no problem and it would be safe here. They were also concerned that if the gang knew where it was they would find it and cause problems. I assured them again that that would not be a problem. It would be safely hidden here with us."
"That's great, Lisa. I was sure you would be able to take care of our problem. Is there anything I have to do besides making sure it causes no problems?"
"Well, yes, Terry. I have taken the liberty to set up these doc-uments so that you have legal authority over it. They make it your niece. They give it a nice girly name and you are free to raise it as you see fit." And the Magistrate produced a folder with some doc-uments in it for Auntie.
"Wonderful. What about our baby, though? What if she escapes or runs away?"
"Well, it can run away. But if it does, it will be found and incarcerated and taken to that city for due punishment. Secondly, it has to worry about the gang because they think she squealed on them. That she gave evidence against them. So if they find it, they will do many nasty things to it." And that put so much fear in me, I was shaking like a leaf and my mouth had to have dropped open.
Part 7
The Magistrate was on the intercom. "Brenda? Would you be a sweetie and get the necessities for cleaning up a sissy's BM? We had a good one here, it seems, and we need to freshen up that dear sissy."
Very quickly the sissy, Brenda, wheeled in a bassinette and lots of other things and placed them by a table near a far wall. She then came to Connie and me and took my hand.
"Come with me, sissy. We have to get you all freshened up so that you smell and look pretty again. Wow, that is a strong BM you had." And everyone laughed. I was beside myself and tears were flowing from my eyes. Here I was a 23 year-old young man in a very soiled diaper that stunk to high heaven.
"Let us know when the baby will be ready for the clean diaper, Brenda. Oh, and I see you brought the camera. Get some nice pictures so that sissy can share them with the other sissies." And the women excused themselves.
"Oh, Connie, help me with this dress and petticoat. We don't want them to get soiled." And quickly my lovely Venise lace dress and petticoat had been removed. I was naked except for the panties, rubber panties and diaper, anklets and Mary Janes. Brenda put a large pad on the table and tapped it.
"Up you go, sweetie. We have to get that messy diaper off." And in a couple of moments she had removed my lovely panties, the rubber panties and unpinned the soiled diaper. She tossed it into the diaper bag. Then she got a damp rag and wiped all around my privates and my bum. Then she had me get off the table and climb into the large bassinette that was full of warm water. She used another rag to wipe my privates and between the crack of my bum. When she was wiping my bum, her hand was on my privates and she squeezed them a couple of times and I started to erect.
"Oh!!!", I moaned but could do nothing to stop her because Connie was holding my hands. My feet made some splashes but she squeezed tighter and it hurt and I stopped the splashing.
"Now, now, sissy baby. Stop splashing or Brenda will have to spank you. You wouldn't want that would you?" and she squeezed one more time. Hard enough to hurt so I stopped.
"Connie? I think this sissy will be one of the smallest ones in the sissy baby group." And Brenda held my member between her two fingers. It hurt but also felt good too. There were some flashes and I could see that Connie had taken some pictures of me getting the bath.
"Let's see? Yes, I think you might be right. We will have to measure the sissy when it gets to the nursery this week." And then Brenda pressed a button to summon the Magistrate and Aunt Theresa. I was out of the bassinette and they dried me off.
"Much better, sissy… now up on the table again so your Auntie can diaper you." And then the Magistrate and Aunt Theresa were by the table.
"You said you wanted to diaper the sissy, Lisa, so be my guest. How many sissy babies have you diapered, anyway?"
"Thanks, Terry. Oh, I lost count after my brother, my cousin, my boy friend and my husband. Then we started The Organization so it must be hundreds. So many sissy baby boys and so little time." And they all laughed as I watched her prepare to diaper me.
"First the lotion." And she rubbed lotion into my privates and my bum, pressing hard and squeezing my bum cheeks. "Sorry, baby. You have to rub this lotion in hard to the skin for it to work." And she even rubbed it hard into my privates, including the little marbles hanging in their little sack. Then it was lots of powder, a sprits of perfume and a new diaper, fastened with the pins, my rubber panties up and making the diaper snug and the lovely rhumba panties. Then the petti and lovely lace dress
"There it is. A lovely sweet smelling sissy baby." And both women gave me a hug and a kiss, although the Magistrates tongue lingered on my lips and pushed on them, so that I opened my mouth a little. Her tongue entered my mouth and I was ashamed and humiliated. It showed I was open to anything they wanted of me.
"Connie? Help sissy fix her makeup and then we want to be alone with the sissy baby." My lipstick was freshened up, a little rouge, some mascara. Connie fluffed up my hair and then a couple of spritzes of perfume behind my ears and onto the bodice of my Venise lace dress.
"You'll be all right, honey." Connie whispered. "Just listen to what they tell you and pay attention. It will get easier the more you become the sissy baby they desire." And Connie gave me a kiss on the cheek and then she and Brenda were gone, leaving me alone with The Magistrate and Auntie Theresa. I remember I was trembling but Connie's words helped because I knew if I did right, I would have no problems. Oh, I would be embarrassed and humiliated, I was sure, but that was all right. It was kind of exciting too. And the outfits would be so dreamy to wear. A sissy's dream come true.
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part 8
"Ok, sissy, stand over here." And The Magistrate and Auntie Theresa had taken seats to the side. "Stand in front, hands behind your back, heels together." And I was shaking inside. I did as I was told though and was standing before the ladies as instructed.
"Now, this is the position you will assume whenever standing before a superior, sissy. Shoulders back, hips forward… That's it." And I knew my diaper had to be showing beneath my petticoats and pretty frock.
"We have some instructions for you so that you can be the best sissy baby you can be. First. When asked who you are, you will reply, 'My name is Precious Darling and I am a sissy baby. My guardian is my auntie, Aunt Theresa'. Now repeat that several times and I did until they were satisfied.
"Second. You have only 3 rules to follow. You will always be obedient. You will always be pretty. You will always act pretty. Repeat that several times so we know you understand." And I did again, my eyes tearing again because I was ashamed. Here I was a 23 year-old man saying these silly sissy things.
"Now, stop your sniffling or you will get a spanking." Auntie stated to me, handing me a tissue to dry my eyes and she continued."
"Third, you will speak like a little baby girl. You will use a cute little lisp like you had when you were a teenager and you will not use I, me, mine in your conversations. If asked a question, you might say, "Prethouth Darling like her dolly. Or Prethouth Darling be a good sissy." And I looked with shock at the two women. At the same time I could feel myself firming up from the embarrassment and humiliation.
"Fourth. When out and about, you will hold onto your auntie's skirt for protection. She is your guardian and is responsible for your actions. If she is not with you, there will be someone that you know has charge of you. You may hold onto their skirts because you are just a sissy baby and need protection." And they both smiled.
The Magistrate continued. "Theresa? These are the doc-uments that I shall submit so that sissy's birth-date reflects it's young age. It will also indicate that it is a girl. You shall be free to instruct and train the sissy as you see fit and we agree your plan is a good one. It will be nice to have another sissy baby in day care during the week. The sissy will have other sissy babies to play with and learn from. When at home, the sissy can certainly get on the computer and chat with other sissies. It is a good way for the sissy to learn its place and become a better and pretty sissy baby. A pretty sissy baby is a happy sissy baby." And they both laughed again. "I guess that's it for here. I hope to see the sissy baby on Friday for it's first probation meeting. Until the, be well Theresa. Where are you off to now?"
"Oh, we have an appointment at Dominique's Hair Salon. Sissy has to have his hair curled and I think will be good for it to get a manicure and pedicure. Who knows what other delicious Dominique might have planned for the sissy." And they laughed again. I looked down at my feet clad in their Mary Janes because I had no say in this at all. And why do I need to have my hair curled. It looks just fine. But, then, Aunt Theresa took me by the hand.
"Say good-bye to Lisa, baby."
I curtsied and said, "Prethouth withes you a pleathant day, Magithtrate Lisa."
"Thank you, dear. Now be off and get prettier." And they all laughed as I was led out the door and to the car. Having to waddle some because of the thickness of the diaper.