A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)

[PervScenes11]

Thank you so much to all who have posted. Your kind comments really mean the world. I've spent a long time feeling shame for being into regression/feminization, and knowing that this story is speaking to others and that y'all are enjoying it, that means a lot. Thank you.

[CuddleBunns]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN- DRESS UP TIME FOR EMILY

        Lauren’s mother Sherry was busying herself in the kitchen when she heard approaching chatter. She looked up to notice Lauren dragging an embarrassed Emily in by the arm, followed by Lauren’s other party guests. It didn’t take her any time at all to notice that Emily’s pants had vanished, and moreover, her pink Cinderella pull-up was completely soaked as well. A look of disdain soon spread across her face.
        “Don’t tell me we had an accident already!”
        Lauren nodded. “Unfortunately, we did, Mom. It’s a big day for Little Miss Priss here, being seen as her true self for the first time and all. I guess it all got to be too much for her, and our little girl had a bit of trouble holding it all in. Would you mind grabbing me a new pair of training pants from her bag?”
        “Take the whole thing!” Sherry said, handing the pink bag that Melissa had prepared over to Lauren. “You’re the one who agreed you wanted to take care of the little weirdo.”
        “Awwww, Ms. Alford,” Janisse laughed. “Emily here isn’t weird. She’s just the cutest little girl ever!”
        “She looks like the wettest little girl to me,” Sherry scoffed. “I guess those pull-ups aren’t just for show, are they?”
        “Oh, definitely not, Mom,” replied Lauren. “At this point, I think she actually needs them. At least based on everything I’ve seen.”
        Emily stared at the floor as they all laughed, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. He expected to get some privacy when he was changed, but was surprised when Lauren instead knelt down next to him, right where they stood in the kitchen, and began to grab the waistband of his wet pull-up. Emily quickly put his hands up to stop her.
        “Wait Lauren, don’t! Everyone can see!” Emily begged.
        “So?” Lauren responded dismissively, before forcefully swatting Emily’s hands away and sliding her soggy pull-up down her waist. Emily felt a new level of terror wash over him as his lavender coc-k cage and tiny, hairless balls suddenly came into everyone’s view. He wanted to die of shame at the symphony of laughter that was now erupting from the group of women surrounding him.
        “Holy shit!” Heather spat out in shock. “I mean...the little girl treatment is one thing, but this? This just about takes the cake. What a sissy.”
        Seeing the stricken look on Emily’s face as he stood there, fully exposed, Lauren cupped his face in her soft hands and--in a gentle, patient tone--said, “Emily? Sweetie? I know this is hard for you, but it’s just like your Mommy says: you’re a little girl now. Heck, you’ve always been a little girl. The sooner you accept that about yourself, the easier it’ll be, and we’re all here to help you, every step of the way. Little girls don’t care about privacy when they get changed, and you shouldn’t either.”
        To Emily’s horror, Lauren left him totally exposed right there in the kitchen as she unzipped the pink bag his Mommy had packed and began rooting around in it. When he tried to use his hands to cover his crotch, Janisse, standing behind him, simply grabbed his hands and held them above his head. For Emily, the room was getting blurry as her eyes filled with tears.
        “Pathetic,” Sherry said to Heather, who nodded in agreement.
        “Here we go!” Lauren said, producing a new pair of pull-ups and holding them in front of her. “Here’s princess Aurora, sweetie, all ready to keep you dry!”
        “A Sleeping Beauty for our little cutie!” Janisse said, cracking up at her own joke.
        Before putting the new pull-up on, Lauren took a baby wipe from the pink bag and quickly wiped down Emily’s damp crotch. As Lauren ran the wipe over his most sensitive areas, Emily throbbed in his cage and remembered all the times he’d masturbated to the fantasy of Lauren touching his coc-k and balls. Here he was, getting what he’d always wanted . . . though not in the way he’d wanted it!
        “Lauren?” Emily whined, his hands still held above his head by Janisse. “Can you hurry up? This is really . . . ”
        “No more fussing,” Lauren said, popping a pink pacifier into Emily’s mouth.
        “Yeah, baby,” Janisse said, “you promised you’d be good for Lauren on her birthday.”
        All Emily could do was shut his eyes in shame as tears spilled down his face and on to the ring of the pacifier, which he’d begun nursing instinctually. He couldn’t understand why this kept happening: it seemed that everywhere he went now, he ended up totally overwhelmed and exposed, his actions and even his identity dictated to him by a group of powerful women he had no hope of challenging. Were they right?, he wondered. Would it be easier if he started to think of himself as a young girl? He didn’t know. He just knew he was tired of feeling this way.
        “Upsie-Daisy,” Lauren cooed, holding the fresh pull-up out in front of Emily. “Let’s get little miss left foot in first, there you go! That’s our girl! What a good little girl you are, Emily! And yep, there’s little miss right foot, and here we goooooooo, all the way up! Good job! What a good girl!”
        For Emily, the worst part of it all, somehow, was how warm and clean and fresh the new pull-up felt, how relieved he was to have it covering him and keeping him safe and dry. He knew he was 15 years old and that he shouldn’t love the feeling of a new pull-up, but he did. All he could do was sob.
        “Oh my God,” Sherry said in disgust. “Lauren, it’s your special day, and I told you you could do what you wanted. But take this pansy upstairs. I can’t look at her anymore.”
        “Right?” Heather chuckled, “can you even believe a guy would let himself be treated this way?”
        “Well, Emily isn’t a guy,” Janisse said. “That’s kind of the whole point.”
        Her tone confused Emily. What she was saying seemed mean, but she said it in a way that was gentle and loving. “Now, come on, baby, let’s get you upstairs and pamper you a little bit.”
        Emily, still holding Janisse’s hand, was led upstairs to Emily’s bedroom as Lauren and Heather followed.
        “I’m on cuddle duty!” Janisse shouted, pulling Emily over to the bed. Janisse sat down and then pulled Emily onto her lap, once again wrapping her arms tight around Emily and holding her close. Lauren was, of course, Emily’s one true love, but Janisse was beautiful too, and she’d always been very kind to him. Although Lauren dominated his fantasies, Janisse sometimes played a role in them as well, even though she’d only ever treated him as a friend in real life. But now that Janisse seemed to have embraced him as Emily, her attitude towards him seemed to have changed. As he sat on her lap, she seemed barely able to keep her hands off of his smooth thighs, and as she held him tightly, she sometimes kissed his neck. The closeness made Emily throb in her cage, even if the circ-umstances that brought on the closeness humiliated him.
        “Heather?” Lauren asked, “can you start on Emily’s make-up while I get her outfit together?”
        Heather rolled her eyes. “You two are so weird. I can’t believe you’re into this.”
        “Heather!” Lauren said, “it’s my special day, and if I want to spend part of it helping our friend Emily accept herself, then that’s my call. And you’re the best makeup artist we have!”
        “Sure, sure,” Heather groaned. “I guess we have to kill time until the guys get here anyways.”
        “Guys?!?” Emily said, dropping her pacifier out of her mouth and squirming in panic on Janisse’s lap. “Guys are coming here?”
        “Sssssssssssh,” Janisse whispered, holding Emily more tightly and bouncing her knees slightly. “Don’t you worry about that, sugarbear. What happens up here is just for us girls.”
        “I mean, maybe it is,” Heather laughed as she pulled a chair over and sat down in front of Emily and Janisse. “If you’re good.”
        “Being good’s not a problem for my sweet Emily girl, is it?” Janisse cooed.
        Emily shook her head no, terrified at the thought of being exposed to boys while dressed like this. As Lauren stepped into her large walk-in closet and began rummaging around, the room fell into silence. Heather began working on Emily’s makeup, applying a range of creams and powders that Emily didn’t know the name, much less the function, of. Emily found it uncomfortable to be face-to-face with Heather, who had never liked him in the first place and clearly saw him as beyond ridiculous and pathetic now. For years, Emily had picked up on Heather’s low opinion of him, but he’d held out hope that one day he’d grow taller, gain maturity, and be able to convince Heather that she’d been wrong about him. As Janisse cuddled him on her lap, Emily felt a door closing in her mind. He was wearing a pull-up. They were calling him Emily. He’d wet himself and been changed and they’d seen his chastity. They were using female pronouns. It dawned on him that there was now no going back, no way he’d live this down or explain it away. All he’d wanted to do was impress these girls and prove to them that he was a real man, worthy of dating Lauren. Now that would never happen. He felt that deep, deep in his bones, and as he did, he started sobbing.
        “There, there,” Janisse whispered in his ear, giving him an extra squeeze. “Ssssshhhh, sssssshhhhh, we know. We know it’s hard. It’s not easy when you thought you were a big boy and find out you’re not. But you’re not a big boy, are you? Not my Emily. Not my special girl!”
        “Lauren!” Heather called out. “This dweeb is crying again. So I think eyeshadow and lashes are off the menu.”
        “That’s okay,” Lauren yelled from inside her closet, “she’s already played super serious dress up with her Mommy before, so for today, just some foundation, blush, and lipstick are fine.”
        Heather got back to work, finishing Emily’s face and cheeks before taking her pacifier out and applying some bubblegum pink lipstick.
        “Perfect,” Lauren said, coming back into the room as Heather was finishing up. The outfit she carried in her arms made Emily cringe. It was a juvenile crop-top with puffy princess sleeves; white in color, it said “Princess!” across the front in heavy pink sequins and its raised waistline ended in a frilly ruffle. Lauren had paired this with a tiny, pale pink skirt with a cartoon giraffe decal near its hem. Lacy ankle socks and pink Keds sneakers completed the look, and with both Lauren and Janisse working on him, he was dressed in it within minutes. Heather could barely contain her laughter at the ensemble, but Lauren and Janisse could not stop gushing about it. Emily, for his part, felt beyond absurd. Although one of his dress up looks at A Caring Place had had a skirt, he still found it disorienting to look down his body and see such a feminine garment. And it was so short, barely covering the bottom of his pull-up! The crop top was short too, exposing most of his smooth, perfectly hairless stomach. As Lauren, Janisse, and Heather made him pose and spin while they took pictures and shot video on their cell phones, Emily knew he should probably have resisted. But he just kept coming back to I’ll never recover from this. They’ll never un-see me as a girl. Those realizations felt so permanent and so powerful that it just seemed easier to go along with their view of him. At least, here and there, some of the newfound physical intimacy he got with the girls was nice if he could block out all the humiliation.

[CuddleBunns]

        “This outfit is incredible!” Janisse gushed as she poked and prodded at Emily’s outfit, lifting the bottom of his skirt to get a better look at his matching pull-ups. “Where did you even get something like this, Lauren?”
        “Oh, I just had it lying around.” Lauren responded casually. “My mom used to sign us up for a bunch of mother-daughter beauty pageants together. I always kind of hated it, but she seemed to get a kick out of getting me all dolled-up and parading me around on stage with her. After I got old enough to tell her that I didn’t want to do it anymore, she stopped making me go, but for some reason she kept all of the outfits. Must be a nostalgia thing, I guess. None of the outfits fit me anymore, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I gave them a new home with our little princess here.”
        Emily began to sweat a little when he heard this. It was humiliating enough to be dressed like this at Lauren’s house, but he knew for sure that if Melissa saw him come home with a box full of girl's clothes in his hand, it would only accelerate the path of feminization he was on. His mommy would no doubt want to make sure he got the most out of these new additions to his wardrobe, and he worried that he may never see boys' clothes again. Before he could respond however, the girls had already moved on to fishing more obnoxiously frilly and feminine garments out of Lauren’s closet, eager to find other ways to make their little doll as cute as humanly possible.
        “Oooh, what about this one?” Janisse asked as she held up a yellow spandex leotard and an accompanying large, rainbow-colored tutu.
        “Oh my God, yes!” Lauren squealed. “I know just the things to go with that, too!”
        Lauren took a moment to dig around some more before pulling out a brand new pair of white dress shoes, yellow ribbons for Emily’s hair, and a pair of white tights to go over Emily’s legs. Soon Emily found himself going through the whole process of getting dressed and undressed all over again. They didn’t bother changing his makeup, but it truly was like Emily was their plaything. Kept mute by his pacifier as the girls towered over him, moving his arms and legs this way and that as they shaped the look they desired, he felt like he was becoming little more than their own human doll. The group could not get enough of Emily in her white tights, yellow leotard, rainbow tutu, white Mary Janes, and matching hairbows. They lost track of time as they giggled and took pictures and videos from every conceivable angle.
        “That’s it,” Janisse said. “That’s got to be the look! If she gets any cuter than that, I might die.”
        “Besides,” Heather said, “isn’t Emily’s playmate probably beyond ready to meet her?”
        Lauren laughed and nodded in agreement as Emily’s blood ran cold. Playmate? What were they talking about? He did not want to be seen by anyone while he was dressed like this! He almost said something, but he knew that if he did, Janisse--who was hovering near him and adjusting the skirt of his tutu--would simply scold him right back into silence. So he remained silent as the girls led him out of Lauren’s bedroom and down the upstairs hallway to a door marked “Cara’s Room” in pink cursive letters.
        Cara, Emily knew, was Lauren’s little sister. She was six.
        “Lauren!” Emily blurted out as they paused in front of Cara’s door. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not going to make me play with Cara, are you?”
        “Hey!” Lauren said, kneeling and grabbing Emily’s pacifier off of the carpet where she’d dropped it. “First off, no talking. Second, of course you’re going to play with Cara this afternoon. I was so excited that you were coming to my special party today, but given how much older me and all the other girls here are compared to you, your Mommy and I decided that it’d be a good thing for you to spend the afternoon playing with someone closer to your own age!”
        “Cara is not my age!” Emily protested.
        “Okay, true,” Lauren said, sliding Emily’s pacifier back in her mouth. “Cara’s definitely older than you, but you don’t need to be scared about hanging out with an older, more mature kid. She’s really nice, and really excited to play with you!”
        Without further ado, Heather opened the door in front of them and Janisse and Lauren herded Emily inside Cara’s room. It was pure little girl princess: white carpet, soft pink walls, a huge canopy bed with bows and ruffles and lace everywhere. Cara--blond like her older sister and wearing a pink pair of overalls and a white shirt--got up from the floor, where she’d been coloring, and made a bee line for Emily.
        “Hi!” she said. “You’re Michael from across the street but Lauren says you’re Emily now and that you’re a girl now and that I’m older and you have to do what I say. Your tutu is really cute. Let’s color!” With that, Cara grabbed Emily’s hand and drug her deeper into the room. Emily, numb with shock, complied.
   Turning to Heather and Janisse, Lauren said, “I think Cara has been a little jealous this week with all the attention I’ve been getting for my birthday. But she perked right up when I told her she’d get a special new playmate.”
        “I cannot believe Mich -- Emily -- is really going to color with your little sister,” Heather snarked.
   â€śWell, believe it,” Lauren said. “This is who Emily is now.”
   Janisse chimed in next: “This time is probably really helpful to her. It’s a space where there’s no more pretending that she’s something she’s not. Let’s sit down and watch her adjust.”
   Emily could not believe his friends were treating him like this, but his attention was soon overtaken by Cara, who was both very excited and very bossy. As Emily knelt on the floor near her pile of coloring books and crayons, Cara quickly took charge, telling him which coloring book to select, which page in that book to work on, and which colors he should use. If he even came close to coloring outside the lines, Cara scolded him. Although he tried to keep his attention fixed on what Lauren, Heather, and Janisse were talking about, he soon found that Cara’s instructions took all of his attention. Plus, if he focused intently on coloring and meeting Cara’s demands, Emily found that he could sort of forget about the weirdness of the situation and his own humiliation within it.
   And so despite the inherent strangeness of the situation--three high school girls watching a girl who had once been a boy and their peer have playtime with a six year old--the room quickly settled into a new normal. Heather, Janisse, and Lauren, sat on and around Cara’s canopy bed. They watched as Cara led Emily in a coloring activity, but as time passed, they began to talk amongst themselves and look at their phones. Absorbed in meeting Cara’s demands, Emily quickly lost track of time. Sometime after finishing up a picture of The Beauty and The Beast’s Belle colored to Cara’s demanding standards, Emily found himself holding Cara’s hand as she demanded that they skip around the room together. Their romp was interrupted by the sound of an incoming text message on Heather’s phone.
        “That was Travis,” Heather said, grinning at Lauren. “The boys should be here in about thirty minutes!”
   â€śTravis Richardson?” Emily asked, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth. “Travis Richardson is coming here?”
   Heather laughed cruelly and nodded her head towards Lauren. “What kind of a boyfriend would Travis be if he didn’t come to his girlfriend’s sweet sixteen party?”
   â€śGirlfriend!” Emily shrieked. “Lauren, is that -- ? Are you -- ? Are you and Travis -- ? How -- how could you?”
   â€śAwwwww, don’t fret, baby girl,” Lauren said, coming over and kissing Emily on the cheek. “You know I’ll always love you, right? After all, you’re my second little sister now!”
   â€śYeah,” Heather said, “she’ll just love Travis in a very different way!”
   â€śHeather, you are the worst,” Janisse said.
   Emily was panicking now. “I -- I have to change. If Travis and his friends are coming over, you have to let me dress in normal clothes, I have to --”
   â€śWhat you have to do,” Lauren said, sliding Emily’s pacifier back into his mouth, “is relax.”
   â€śAnd you ARE in normal clothes, honey,” Janisse said with a giggle, kneeling next to Emily and feeling up his smooth thighs. “Well, normal clothes for the cutest baby girl in the whole neighborhood, which is exactly what you are. You know we’re proud of you, right?”
   Emily just looked confused, his eyes wide with the shock of the news that Lauren and Travis were dating, which felt like a huge betrayal. Standing there in a leotard and a tutu, he felt two inches tall. How could anyone be proud of him?
        “It’s not her fault, but your Mommy raised you wrong, sweetie,” Janisse said. “She didn’t know any better, but she looked at your anatomy and assumed you were a boy. Which obviously isn’t true. We know it’s a big transition you’re making, and we’re so proud of how well you’re doing. You look so pretty in your big girl tutu, skipping around with Cara. We’re all really happy for you and proud of you, even Heather.”
   Heather just rolled her eyes at that.
   â€śNow,” Lauren said, “we need to go freshen up before the boys get here. But don’t you worry, Travis and his friends aren’t interested in little girl stuff, so they won’t even come up here, I promise. You and Cara will have a ton of fun together while we’re gone, and then my Mom will feed you dinner and put you all to bed when it gets to be bedtime.”
   â€śGone?” Emily squealed behind his pacifier. What was Lauren saying? Where was she going? This party was a spend the night!
   â€śWe’re seeing a movie, sweetheart,” Janisse explained patiently. “But it’s a scary horror movie and it’s rated R, so it’s way too mature for you.”
   â€śBut thank you for coming over and spending some of my special day with me, Emily,” Lauren said. “It was so much fun.”
   Seeing the hurt look on Emily’s face, Heather just stared down at him and laughed. “Oh my God, did this little twerp really think we were going to spend the whole day playing baby games with her? Jeeeeeez. We’re sixteen, not six.”
   â€śWell,” Janisse laughed, “some of us are anyways. Bye, sugarbear!”
   â€śSee you in the morning, baby girl!” Lauren said, kissing Emily’s cheek once more. “Bye!”
   And with that, Heather, Emily, and Janisse were gone, leaving Emily alone with Cara.
   â€śTea party!” the little girl blurted out. “Let’s have a tea party! I love having tea parties with Lauren but she’s old and boring and never has time but now I have the bestest playmate in the whole world!”
   Plopping down on his leotard-and-pull-up-covered butt, Emily sat, passive and despondent, as Cara dictated the terms of their play, getting various dolls and stuffed animals out of a toy chest and explaining their names and personalities to Emily while Emily stared out the big picture window in Cara’s room, the one that looked out over The Alford’s front lawn. That meant, of course, that Emily could see across the street as well, to his own house, where several large trucks and a van with the logo of a construction company were parked. What was his mother doing now? It was all too much to contemplate.
   â€śHey!” Cara said, weakly slapping at Emily’s arm. “Pay attention! What kind of voice does Mr. Panda have?”
   Emily shook his head to indicate that he didn’t know.
   â€śMr. Panda is the MOST polite tea party guest,” Cara explained again. “He’s friends with Prom Night Barbie, but he really wants to be boyfriend/girlfriend with Gigi the Giraffe. So we’re to sit Mr. Panda HERE, on my right side, while . . . ” And so it went, on and on. Emily was amazed at how much pretend planning went into staging a tea party and while it wasn’t true that he enjoyed any of it, it was easier to focus on Cara and her childish demands than to think--really think--about how far his status had fallen over the short course of Lauren’s birthday party.
        Sometime later, when Emily heard a big, expensive-looking SUV pull into Lauren’s driveway, he couldn’t help but look out the window to see Heather, Janisse, and Lauren rushing out of the house and into the SUV. Giddy with laughter and looking like a million dollars, Lauren ran to the driver’s side window and gave Travis Richardson a huge kiss, with tongue, before getting into the vehicle. Seeing that kiss hurt Emily deeply. He literally couldn’t bear to look at it, and so he turned away, got on all fours, felt a hot jet of pee soak his pull-up, and asked Cara what kind of cake Lottie the Lizard wanted to have with her tea.

[sweet baby katie]

Time for a change… Which means, of course, time for a diaper and pretty plastic panties.

[patticakes]

Cuddlebuns is such a gifted writer.  What a truly astounding imagination she has. I like to write augmentations or variations of certains stories on this site that I find especially stimulating, including this one, for my own personal enjoyment. I would never have thought of Emily ending up at Lauren's 16th Birthday Party participating in an imaginary tea party with her younger sister, Cara, in her bedroom. And Cara's control over Emily, who is nearly twice her age, along with her precocious speech is quite entertaining. I can visualize the whole thing.  All credit on this goes to the writer.  I can't wait to see what happens when Emily goes home and sees what Melissa has done in her absence.

[sissiboi]

This story touches me in places very few other stories reach. The dread, claustrophobic sense of entrapment having dropped down the rabbit hole; the boy's feeling of diminishment, psychic castration and being broken, with no rescue in sight; the cloying cuddles and mixed messages Laura gives---you guys are doing a masterful job. It's as if our sissy whines that the girls despise him and Heather---my favorite character because she's so forthright and direct, no bullshit---cruelly but accurately responds, "No we don't... You're not worth the passion it takes to work up such a strong emotion..." That's the subliminal message he gets looking out the window seeing Laura run to the car and  tongue Travis before they all take off to the movies. I look for the next installment every day.

[CuddleBunns]

Thank you so much for all the praise, patticakes. I'm glad you have been enjoying my stories so far. I would be remiss if I did not mention that PervScenes11 has been doing an equal, if not greater job contributing to the story of Michael's regression/transformation into Emily, however, so I can't take all the credit. The girls forcing Emily to stay back and play with Cara says a lot about how they feel about him at this point, and unfortunatley for Emily, their estimation of him is only going to sink lower and lower as time goes on.

And sissiboi, I'm glad the story is resonating with you so much. You really hit the nail on the head as to what we've been going for with the gradual, systematic erosion of male normalcy within Emily's life. I'm also a big fan of Heather as a character, by the way. Something about how blunt she is, with such little regard for Emily's feelings, makes her so much fun to write for! Like Lauren, I think on some level she gets off on the power she possesses over Emily, but unlike her friend, she couldn't really care less whether Emily is around or not. I think she's also the most self-aware about how strange it all is, and pyschologically distances herself a bit more than her other friends. By contrast, I think Lauren is starting to become addicted to treating Emily like her own personal baby doll or pet. That's all I'll say for now, because we definitley have some big plans for Lauren much further down the road. For now I'm glad you're enjoying our story, and I hope you'll stick around for when things REALLY start to go down a couple of chapters from now.