Part 5 Turned into a Sissy - Pete's story!
I followed auntie feeling a bit silly and quite aware of my diapers rubbing my bottom, slip and the hem of my dress swishing against my thighs and knees and the camisole rubbing my chest. I knew I had to follow auntie and sis as otherwise I would have been spanked or received some other punishment. I also expected to find my friends in similar attire so it would be a common humiliation. Being in the same boat we would not be able to tell anyone!
First we went to see Pete who was now Pamela. He had been turned into she by 'her' auntie and sis. But there were differences and thankfully we were allowed to speak to each other for fifteen minutes or so. "So, you have also been turned into a girl Pete? But why that little girl ... baby girl dress?", I asked him ... her. Pete told my that I was not to call her Pete. She was Pamela and any other name would mean a punishment for us. "Okay", I said. "I am Paula". I actually curtsied to my friend just for a laugh! She did giggle a bit - it must have looked rather clumsy and very silly coming from a sissy looking boy-girl. "So, Pamela, what did your auntie and sis do to you?"
Pamela's story mirrored mine in parts. She had been told to undress, but unlike myself had protested and declined to follow orders. So she found him-herself stripped and was soon naked. Then she had to stand very still as hair-removal cream was rubbed all over her. Her auntie had told her, that if she moved an inch they would use a razor-blade. And maybe some bits might just be cut away... They could also tie her down and leave her after rubbing on the cream. It would be very very itchy... Having already realized, that overpowering auntie and sis wasn't possible - and they could easily get more help too - Pamela had quietly told them, that she would obey. Soon she was hairless like a baby.
Pamela was then taken into her bedroom and was also shown her diapers and dress. As he/she had been bad (he had been late for five minutes and she had not obeyed quickly enough) there would be a punishment. She would first receive a hand spanking - a mere twenty heavy slaps as she had after all did what she had been told to do. Secondly her dress had been changed into one befitting such a baby! If she had been good, she might have been dressed into a little girl dress like mine. I don't think Pete had ever dressed in girls or women's clothes so the difference wasn't that obvious to him! It would soon be obvious to Pamela though!
The spanking was soon over and her bottom was sore. Baby-oil and powder felt really good on her hot ass. Much to her shame his reaction was also like mine - a tentpole! She would have been quite happy to diaper herself to stop her auntie and sis making fun of her. The diaper did feel weird, but also comfy - but were we supposed to really use these things, Pamela asked me. "Yes, I was told that these rubber panties are to prevent leakages and only wet di-dees leak! I hope we can use the potty ... er toilet for the bigger problems though..." Pamela then told me how humilated she had felt while they put a short petticoat (she was explained item by item what these things were) and frilly ankle-socks on her followed by pink Mary-Jane's. We were sitting on her bed and at this point I kicked my legs back and forth. "They look kind of pretty, don't they...?" Pamela gave me a strange look telling me, that they might look nice on a small girl, but us... "Well Pamela, want it or not we are now little girls. If we enjoy it or pretend to enjoy it, things might be easier. I co-operated, so I got to wear this little girl dress and not that baby-dress you are wearing."
This made Pamela cry out loud. I was schocked. I had never seen Pete cry and it was very surprising to see Pamela cry. "I... I ... I hate this stupid dress!!! It is so short that every one will see my diapers and these ... these idiotic rubber panties... Peter ... sorry Paula ... I don't know how much I can take!" "Well Pete old buddy or rather Pamela - we brought this upon our selves. Your mum probably knows what is happening and I think mine might too. My mum had given me a strange look and had told me to be VERY good in my new 'job'. I will rather act like a girl than through away my future with a police-record." At this point our aunties came back to the room and told us to follow. We would go and see Harriet!
Part 6 Turned into a Sissy - Harry's story
We followed our aunties out of the room and only then I noticed that Pamela's diapers were thicker than mine. Aunt Rebecca noticed what I was looking at and sternly told me not to stare as it was not a polite thing to do. "But, auntie, her diapers are thicker than mine" "Yes, sweetie, smaller children have even less control and so they need thicker diapers. And it serves as part of the punishment for not being good." I started to wonder how Harry was doing as he had been in a mood to fight. If Pete's five minutes and his / her reluctance to undress had caused him to be turned into a small toddler, Harry just might be a very small baby indeed...
We learned what had happened soon enough. Harry or rather Harriet didn't tell it to us though as she was unable to utter anything but 'uumf' or something like that. The first thing we noticed, that she was in a crib securely tied down. As the sides and top were locked down she would not have gotten out of the crib even if she had not been tied. Aunt Rebecca introduced us to Harriet's new aunt, aunt Sarah. She was a no nonsense woman, who would not tolerate any transgressions against the house rules. "So be warned, if you don't want to end like Harriet here", aunt Rebecca added. We then looked closely what had actually been done to our friend. She couldn't move a limb, that was for sure! And there was a pacifier looking thing in her mouth making speech impossible. Aunt Sarah showed a similar thing to us and we were horrified. It wasn't really a pacifier as even adult 'binkie' is not that BIG! It must have filled poor Harriets mouth completely! "You can wear this 'paci' for a very long time, because it can be used as a feeding gag too. Look, I simply attach this hose to this hole in it and turn the flow on", aunt Sarah explained at the same time demonstrating it to us with poor Harriet. By the look of her face whatever she was forced to shallow didn't feel or taste good. "Just milk mixed with castor oil and some other things", explained aunt Rebecca. "It makes you tummy work very fast and smoothly. Dear Harriet here will very soon be both wetting and messing her dy-dees".
Then we noticed how Harriet was dressed. Her diapers made a huge bulking mass between her legs and the rubber panties looked like a balloon. Her baby-dress was just SOO frilly (I wouldn't have minded having one of those, I thought) and very SHORT! The diapers were on show as they had been put in a display-case. Harriet clearly couldn't have brought her legs together even if they had been free. The short baby-dress had two petticoats underneat and this just made the diapers even more obvious. There were thick looking mittens on her hands and frilly booties on her legs. Naturally she had no hair on her legs and arms so the skin was as smooth as any babies.
Both Pamela and I looked horror stricken what had been done to our friend Harry - now Harriet in an outfit he/she would neve have worn willingly. As Harriet wasn't able to tell us what had happened, I rather stutteringly asked: "A... Aunt ...Sa...Sarah, wo...would y...you p...please tell u...us w...what ha...happened?" "It seems, that at least you two are good little girls, so why not? It can serve as a warning too!", aunt Sarah answered. She then explained that Harry had not only refused to undress, but had tried to overpower aunt Sarah and miss Kristin. Poor miss Kristin had been hit on her nose which had started to bleed. Aunt Sarah had pressed an alarm button in the bathroom and soon three big women had Harry under control. Then he had been very forcibly stripped, but even this didn't stop him from trying to kick out. Aunt Sarah had received a kick on her stomage, which only made her even madder. They had then handcuffed and put leg-irons on Harry. As he continued verbally abusing his tormentors he was also gagged with the big pacifier. Then his body hair was removed with few cuts here and there. He - now turning into she - had quieted down a lot when he felt the razor close his/her private parts. After this Harriet was placed on a changing table and strapped down. The quard ladies put an iron bar between her legs to keep them apart. They hooked this bar into a rope pulley and then hoisted her bottom up! Now she was quite unable to resist her diapering. "We did not put any lotion, oil or powder on her", aunt Sarah pointed out. "Thus she will have a very sore bottom to think about after she has thoroughly wetted and messed herself". With all four women taking care of her and with all these handcuffs and straps she couldn't resist any more. The pacifier kept her protests silent too! "She will remain in these thick diapers and baby-dress or in a sleeper for today for hitting miss Kristin and for tomorrow for the continued resistance. She will be cleaned up tomorrow evening, but she will continue to be a small baby for the rest of the week. Whether she will ever be allowed to be a bigger baby or little girl depends on her behaviour", aunt Rebecca added.
Then aunt Rebecca told the two of us to sit on the floor near the crib. She, aunt Carolyn (Pamela's auntie) and aunt Sarah then sat on three chairs facing us. We were to be told the rules of this house!
Part 7 New rules
"Now sweeties, you can ask if you do not understand some rule. Otherwise you will just say 'Yes, auntie, thank you auntie'. And you better remember the rules as you will only be told about them again, if you break one of them. And that will be painfull for your little botties. Not to mention the time you will then spend as small babies", aunt Rebecca started her lecture. "It seems to me, that you have not followed the ten commandments, so this should be just perfect for you". We just sat there not knowing what to say or do. We were under her control, so what could we really do?
"Now girls ... and babies - the first rule is to obey. This is a very very simple rule. Do what you are told to do or expected to do. I know, that the latter part is harder, but you will soon learn very well what your duties are. They really aren't so hard at first since you are just little babies. And do remember, that obeying is the first rule for its importance. Disobeydience is the worst of sinns here!", aunt Rebecca told us. I gathered all my courage and asked her: "Aun...auntie, may I ask a question, please auntie?" Given permission I asked her who were the woman we should obey? "Good question, sweetie. All the older woman like us here are aunties and you absolutely must obey aunties! Misses don't wear pigtails anymore as they are such big girls, so everyone with a ponytail or other hairdo is a miss. Just you little girl's have pigtails. The wee one's like you have bonnets until old enough to have pig tails." "Thank you auntie", I replied.
"And to obey means, that you will eat, drink and do everything you are asked to do", aunt Rebecca continued. As might be expected this would mean baby-food and baby-bottles for us small ones. "Paula, you are already such a big little girl, that you can eat some adult food cut into small pieces too.", I was told. This lead us to the second rule, which was to act our age. This was supposedly good training for stupid boys like we had been. If we could learn to behave like good babies and later little girls - maybe even like big girls, so perhaps we wouldn't be such drunken misbehaved slobs anymore. I looked at Pete - sorry Pamela and both of us were really starting to feel sorry for what we had done. But with these amazons here we didn't stand a chance running away! We would only end up like poor Harriet! So, if they wanted babies and little girls, they would get them! The best part of this acting our 'reduced' age was no chores. We would be expected to play, eat and sleep. Later on we would be real 'momma's helpers', but that would start only when we reached age 5 or so. We were told, that I was now considered 3½ years old, Pamela was 2 and Harriet 10 months old. "Good behaviour means a year or even year and a half for every week you spend here. The faster you reach the age of fifteen - that is the age of young teen miss - the sooner you have a change to be released". This promise from aunt Rebecca certainly interested us. Out of here and soon! That's the goal! As auntie looked upon us a bit impatiently I suddenly remembered we were supposed to acknowledge the rule. So I nudged Pamela a bit and we chorused: "Yes auntie, thank you auntie". This had aunt Rebecca smiling at us: "Good girls! I see you have decided to learn!"
"And now third rule, sweeties. Act like a sissy girl. Allways! No fighting, showing off, brutish or bad manners. A good SISSY girl is a sweet demure creature. She doesn't want to act like a stupid boy. She wants to play with her dolls, play house and she is very polite to all the other girls and adults. You must show how polite you are by curtseing all adults and misses when you whis to speak to them. Naturally you also curtsy when you are asked to do something or asked a question", auntie continued with the rules. We (that was Pamela and I as Harriet couldn't do it for obvious reasons) then had to practice. It was far harder than one would think. A foot must be placed slightly behind the other, a firm but 'miss like' grib of one's dress and then a gracefull dib. We curtsied each other and the aunties too. Seeing Pamela curtsy rather clumsily made me giggle and soon we both were giggling loudly. Pamela's looked so funny, cause her dress had such a short hem and when she bobbed up and down her diapers where so clearly visible (maybe mine where too...). Remembering how hard Pamela had reacted to her dress I was happy, that she seemed to be past that now. Strangely aunt Rebecca wasn't mad at us. She simply brought us to order by "Girls, girls... You will learn it with time." I think girls are supposed to giggle and we really acted like two silly little girls. We then said the obligatory thanks to auntie and sat down again.
Then came the fourth and final basic rule. There would be others and many lessons to learn, but these were the most important one's. "Obey, act your age and be a good sissy girl. That should keep you out of trouble", auntie said. Fourthly we would be expected to use our diapers for their intended purpose. This rule would ably to the older girls as well. Everyone was wearing a diaper here expect the aunties! "By the end of your stay here you will be incontinent and that cannot be helped. It will serve as a reminder to be good for the rest of your lives!", we were told. This broke 'the camel's back' and I started to cry. I suppose it felt so unfair! We had been doing something we shouldn't have done, but no court of law could have given us such a punishment! Diapers for LIVE! I could see through my tears that Pamela wasn't that far from crying either. Auntie came and comforted me: "There there, it isn't that bad. You might even learn to like your di-dees sweetie". Somehow I was and wasn't comforted. To have someone hug me was nice, but to LIKE my diapers? No way!
There was a little mercy too. Little girls who were considered older than 3 could use a potty for poopies. I would be in that category, but my relieve was mixed as I saw Pamela burst to tears. She would have to poop her diapers for at least a week before she would be - so to say - potty trained. "But auntie", I asked, "what if I pee at the same time as I poo-poo?" "That's allright, as it is natural. You will be drinking enough liquids during your stay to ensure a lot of diaper wetting!". As the basics had now been learned we where told that we would go and meet our new 'play mates'. I had a final question though so I raised my hand. "Yes Paula", auntie said. "Aunt Rebecca are all the girls here ... are the girls like ... like us?" "No sweetie. There are some real girls here too. And if you didn't know it before girls like YOU are called SISSIES!"
Part 8 Playtime and new friends
We then left poor Harriet in her misery. She only made some 'uumph, uumpf' like sounds, but they sure sounded like she was mad. Or perhapts she was trying to say something to us? Perhaps she - or rather the he in her - wanted us to break her loose and escape. Having been told Harriet's story we didn't really think we had any chance of overpowering these woman. They would have simply called on back-up! So as we stepped outside the room I whispered to Pamela: "I suppose we better obey. I don't want to end forcedly fed and in messy diapers for days on end". Pamela just nodded and said: "Yeah, its unfair. But I couldn't go back to my mother as she works for aunt Rebecca. And how would we find suitable clothes? I don't fancy running through the country side looking like an oversized toddler". We must have been overheard as aunt Rebecca smilingly said: "Oh, you are already starting to whisper like two little girls! But it is unpolite, if there are adults present. So speak up, if you have anything to say!" I decided to play it safe and curtseyd to aunt Rebecca telling her, that it was just silly girl talk. Pamela followed my example and auntie's smile widened.
As Pamela was younger than I was we couldn't play together. And culprites like us shouldn't be able to have too much time with each other anyhow. We should find new, gentler and better friends (I thought that was simply too unfair, as both Pete and Harry had been very good friends and we really had never done anything illegal before. But I said nothing...). We went to another wing of the building and there was a set of playrooms - one for each age group. I was allowed to see where Pamela was going to spend her time and it didn't much appeal to me: it was a playpen! Poor Pamela looked absolutely crestfallen, but she didn't complain. She just crawled inside to an empty playpen. "We will not let new toddlers among others until we know they will behave", auntie explained. There were alltogether 4 playpens in the room and there were two or three 'kids' in each of them. There was no auntie, miss or nanny (as those woman who helped with little one's, but didn't have a charge of their own were called) in the room, but aunt Rebecca pointed out two baby-monitors and a video-camera. As the playpen's sides were about two meters high climbing over wasn't really a possibility. Pamela was told, that she would have to play with the toys in her playpen or else... Someone would be watching... And she must sound like the toddler she is, if for some reason she needed to talk. "You can get acquitanced with the other toddlers here, but sound like a toddler", aunt Rebecca said to her. She really looked rather sad among a teddy-bear, raggety-ann doll, blocks and stuff.
I was relieved, that I would be an older child. Not that I had anything against playing or even playing with dolls, but it would surely be more funny when not in a cage! So we went to the next room which was a playroom for older toddlers and little girls. There were altogether 6 girls. The youngest was about the same as I (3½ that is) and the oldest maybe 5 years old. They were all playing house and the oldest was the mother and the second oldest the father. Aunt Rebecca interrupted their play and told them to intoroduce themselves to a new girl, Paula. So first Susan curtsied me and told she was 5, then Lisa who was 4½, then Deborah (or Debbie) who was 4, then Laura who was also 4, then Anne (yet another 4 year old) and finally Christine who was 3½. Aunt Rebecca thanked them all and then looked at me. I knew what was expected and so I curtsied the girls and told them, that I was Paula and 3½ years old. "I will now leave you to play Paula. This room is also monitored, so play nice!", aunt Rebecca said and left.
Susan as the eldest (so to speak) was in charge. She told me, that they had been playing house with their dollies. She and Lisa where mommies who lived next to each other. Debbie was Susan's husband, who was at work right now (Debbie went into a corner which apparently was where she worked), but would soon be home for dinner. Laura was Lisa's husband and she was expected back from a business trip (another corner was occupied). Anne was Susan's and Debbie's daughter - about 10 years old in this play. Poor Christine was just a wee toddler - she was Lisa's and Laura's 3 year old daughter. I could be the second daughter for Susan and Debbie - aged 2! Knowing that I had to play nice, I decided that it would be better to join this house-play. I did ask Susan, if the mommies work too? They indeed did, but this happened to be their day off. Daddies would take care of us children some other day. So we started to play house. Mommies were making dinner with Anne helping them. Anne was also keeping eye on us 'baby's'. Our job was to play being mommies with our dollies. I was given a big baby dolly, that I could feed, change diapers and rock to sleep. I could clearly see, that all of the girls were much older than their age in this house, but we all still played as we had been just little girls. And it was kind of fun too!
After daddies work was finished they were allowed to come out of their corners and we all pretended to eat. I was the youngest and it was decided that Susan as my mommie would feed me. There was a low table and children's chairs (they were actually big enough for us, but made to look like the original thing). So we sat around the table with me being fed (I even had a bib!) and the 'adults' discussed work, holidays etc. I don't really know how long this lasted, as there were no clocks in the room and we had none either. It felt that we hadn't been playing for long, but it must have been some time as it was soon time for real lunch. Auntie came to the room and smiled sweetly seeing us encrossed in our play. "That is very nice sweeties, but it is time to stop for now. We will all go eat!". She then turned to me and asked if I had fun. Blushing deep red I answered "Yes, auntie, I had fun" and curtsied her. She then took my hand while another aunt took Christine's. The older kids were allowed to walk unassisted and so we went.