Casandra by Johnathan (Susie Frillikins)?

[SissyShellyDC]

Friends,

Does anyone have a copy of this story to share, please?  It was published on Betty’s Story Board in May 2002 (the old on.starblvd.net site) but is no longer accessible through the Internet Archive.  I corresponded with Susie recently and even she doesn’t have a copy.

Thank you all.

Huggies and kissies,
Shelly

[khrissi]

in have a copy

[HuggyBear67]

Part 1 of 5
Casandra
Author: Johnathan, May/2/2002 00:23:51 [-05 EST]

      "I am a witch I tell you" my cousin Casandra said with a hurt look om her
      face after one of her "spells" had gone wrong. She had been trying to
      change my ten pound note into a fifty pound note, it had turned into a
      blank piece of paper. I had called her all the names that I could think
      of, she had robbed me of ten pounds with her stupid tricks. "I want that
      money back" I told her sharply. "I can't remember the spell" she whined.
      "We'll have to sneak into mother's bedroom, that is where she keeps the
      spell books" she said at last after I had threatened never to speak to her
      again. "But you must promise not to touch anything, mother would be
      furious if she knew we had been in there. There are some very dangerous
      things in her room, especially for you as you do not have magical powers"
      she said seriously. "Neither do you" I guffawed waving the blank piece of
      paper. Minutes later we were in her mothers bedroom. It was kind of creepy
      and I examined some of the strange things in there whilst Casandra
      searched for the spell books. Most of the things looked like they were out
      of an antique store, and I realised that her mother was no more a witch
      than her daughter, she just liked to pretend she was. Then I froze, as I
      had passed a full length mirror, I didn't see my reflection, but what I
      did see made my heart jump. I was looking at a little girls room, it was
      decorated in all shades of pink, there was pink cartoon print wall paper
      and matching curtains, there was a white rocking horse stood by the french
      windows. There was a pink vanity unit with ribbons and make-up and three
      smiling baby dolls sat on the flat top, there was a full length mirrored
      wardrobe, it was open and I could see the rows of pretty little girl
      dresses inside. And right in the middle of the room was a large pink cot.
      I had seen this room many times before, in my dreams. My favourite fantasy
      was to be forced into a room exactly like this, to be forced to wear
      little girls clothes, to be forced to play with dolls and other little
      girls, to be forced to live my life in frilly party dresses, even though I
      was actually a sixteen year old boy. I dreamed that my mother and two
      younger sisters, Sharon ana Patricia, turned me into a little girl for the
      rest of my life. Here I was staring into a mirror that was reflecting my
      dreams, not my image, I could hardly breath, my heart pounded. "What are
      you staring at" Casandra asked walking over. "Can't you see" I said my
      face bright red with embarresment knowing that her next question would be
      about the little girls room and then I would have to tell her about my
      wish to be a little girl. "No I can only see you and I, why are you
      blushing" she giggled. "Mother calls that the mirror of dreams, she says
      you can look into it and see your favourite dream. She also says it is not
      only a mirror of dreams, it is a window as well" Casandra told me. "What
      does she mean?" I asked. "She said that you can step into your dream world
      through the mirror, as if it were an open window" Casandra explained "now
      where are those spell books?" As she brushed past me she knocked the
      mirror slightly, it turned, so did the view of the room, I could see the
      pink door, it was slightly open. Hanging on the door was the prettyest
      party frock any little girl could wish for, it was pink taffetta, it had a
      frilly white collar, it had a wide pink silk sash, and it was so short the
      masses of petticoats that were sewn underneath could clearly be seen. My
      lips and mouth were dry, I had dreamed of wearing that very dress last
      night as I played with myself in bed. I had climaxed when my mother and
      sisters had put me in it, put my frilly knickers on me, my frilly ankle
      socks and Mary Jane shoes and announced they were taking me to the youth
      club to show all my friends what a pretty little girl I was, especially my
      girlfriend Jennifer. "No mummy, no mummy" I cried as I exploded into my
      underpants "I don't want to be a little girl".
      Now here I was looking at that very dress, I had to touch it, I stepped
      closer my heart beating wildly, I tried to touch the mirror, amazingly my
      hand disappeared into the room. I snatched it back, the scene was still
      the same. I plunged my hand in again, this time right up to my shoulder, I
      couldn't feel anything. Curiosity got the better of me, I pushed my head
      into the mirror. It was amazing, it was just like her mother had said, I
      was looking through a frameless window, into the room of my dreams. The
      dress was so close I could almost reach it, I stepped through the mirror
      with one leg, I was almost there. I took a deep breath and put my other
      leg through, I was now standing in the room, I could touch the cot, it was
      a pink wooden barred babies cot, only much larger. I stepped forward, I
      had to have that dress, "I'll take it back with me" I decided, after all
      it was my dream so it must have been my dress. Suddenly I tripped and
      landed in a heap on the floor with a clatter, I looked down to see Jemima
      the big rag doll I had always dreamed about between my feet, I picked her
      up "You beauty" I laughed. "He's upstairs mother" I heared my sister's
      voice calling out, "He must be hiding in his new room" my other sister's
      voice giggled. "Come on girl's lets go and find your little sister" my
      mothers voice joined in, and I heared them running up the stairs. Panic
      welled up inside me, I pulled the dress from the door and turned to get
      back through the window, the sound of running feet and female laughter
      getting closer by the second. I could still see Casandra's mother's
      bedroom, but the window seemed to be shrinking. I bolted for it, dropping
      Jemima. I stooped to pick her up, keeping my eye on the window was as it
      got smaller, panic welling up inside me. "No, no, no" I cried out as I
      threw Jemima through the small opening and proceeded to lift myself up.
      Casandra appeared in front of me grinning "Help me Casandra" I shouted.
      She offered her hand, I could hear my mother and my sisters at the door. I
      took Casandra's hand and she began to pull me through, I was saved. "Bye
      bye David" she grinned evily "have a nice life, as a little girl" she
      laughed as she released her grip and I fell backwards "No no no" I wailed.

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Part 2 of 5
Author: Johnathan, May/2/2002 11:56:18 [-05 EST]

      The door burst open and I was surrounded by my family. I laid flat on my
      back, winded by my fall, looking up at my mother who had a wide grin on
      her face. Sharon my 14 year old sister who was laughing loudly and
      Patricia who could not stop giggling. "I see you have found your new room
      David" mother laughed "I hope you like it, it's where you will be sleeping
      from now on". "He's found his new clothes too mother" Sharon laughed as I
      clutched on to the pink party frock. "He must want to be a little girl
      mother, look how he hugs his pretty dress" Patricia had another fit of
      giggles. "Well let's not disappoint him girls, let's get our little girl
      dressed" mother sneered pulling me up to my feet. "Then we'll take him
      out" Sharon said "to let all his friends see what a pretty little girl he
      really is". "But we'll have to be back by 6.00. Little girls his age are
      always put to bed very early" Patricia guffawed. So it was, two hours
      later I was dragged into the youth club wearing my pink party frock, my
      pink frilly bloomers, my frilly ankle socks and my May Jane T-bar shoes.
      My hair had been dyed blonde, permed into ringletts and a pink ribbon tied
      into the curls in a big bow. A set of long black false eyelashes had been
      super-glued to my eyelids that now had pink eyeshadow dusted on them, my
      lips were crimson red with thick lipstick and shaped in a perfect cupids
      bow. I looked like the epitome of simpering little girlhood as I fiddled
      nervously with the hems of my short skirts, pressed my bare knees together
      and cried tears of utter shame and humiliation as my friends all gathered
      around me mocking me for allowing myself to be turned into a little girl.
      Jennifer led the taunts as she fussed with my puff sleeved frock. "What a
      pretty little girl you make David, this dress really does suit you, don't
      you agree gang" she laughed. They all cheered in agreement. "You should
      have told us that you wanted to be a little girl sooner, we would have
      understood, we would have let you play with your dollies with all the
      other little girls instead of hanging out with us big kids" "I don't want
      to be a little girl" I sobbed "please let me go" "Not a chance David, you
      are going to be the prettyest, sissyest, simpering little girl in town,
      but unlike all the other little girls that you will be forced to play
      with, you will never be allowed to grow up" Phil Slattery guffawed, he was
      my biggest rival at school, we hated each other. "And those frilly little
      girl knickers are so you" Jennifer giggled "only two nights ago you were
      trying to get into my panties, now you've got your own". She was refering
      to our date two evenings ago when I had forced my hand up her skirt, she
      had begged me to stop and tried to fight me off, but couldn't. She had to
      submit to my superior male strength and allow me to fondle her against her
      will. "Grab his arms Phil" Jennifer said. Phil forced my arms behind my
      back and held them tightly, Jennifer put her hand up my dress, into my
      frilly drawers and grabbed my privates. I gasped in pain "Now you know
      exactly what it feels like to have a unwelcome hand in your knickers don't
      you David" she laughed. "Let me go you're hurting me" I wailed. "Is the
      big rough boys and girls hurting you then" Sharon sneered, she produced a
      babies dummy and pushed it into my mouth. Another peal of laughter filled
      the youth club as I suc-ked furtively on my dummy. "Look at him he's
      actually suc-king it like a baby" Karen screamed, Karen was Jennifers best
      friend "he should be in nappies and baby dresses". "And he will be" mother
      informed her "he will be wearing a nappy and baby clothes every night from
      now on, he will be put to bed in his cot at 6.00 every night. " "He has a
      cot" she howled. "And a pram and a playpen" Patricia joined in "for when
      he has been naughty, anytime he throws one of his childish tantrums he
      will be forced to be a baby girl for a month. You should see the baby
      dresses and frilly baby pants he has". "I can't wait" Karen giggled. "I'll
      put him in his nappies and one of his baby dresses tomorrow and bring him
      here in his pram if you like" Patricia smiled. They did like, everyone
      wanted to see me in nappies, baby girls clothes and strapped in a pram.
      "What will you be wearing for school on Monday, David? Do you want to
      borrow my gymslip?" Jennifer asked to a howl of laughter, as she removed
      her hand from my knickers. "That is very kind of you Jennifer, but David
      is much too young to wear schoolgirls clothes even though he would look
      very cute in them. I'm afraid David will not be attending your school any
      longer" mother informed them, they all let out a groan of disappointment,
      "but you will get to see him every day in his pretty little girl clothes
      as he will be attending the nursery school opposite your school". They all
      laughed "With all the real little girls and boys" Karen howled. "Of course
      Karen, he starts on Monday" mother laughed with the mocking crowd. "Well
      he was useless at school anyway" sneered Phil "now he will have to learn
      his A, B,C's all over again in a class full of real little boys and girls.
      You should be at home in that company". He put his arm around Jennifers
      waist "Get your hands off her Slattery" I shouted spitting my dummy out
      "she is my girlfriend not yours". "How could I ever go out with a
      simpering sissy that wears little girls clothes and nappies at night"
      Jennifer guffawed pushimg my dummy back into my mouth "Phil is my
      boyfriend now David, he is a real man unlike you, but we will promise to
      come and babysit you when your mother takes your sisters out" she laughed.
      "That is very kind of you Jennifer. I wonder if you would like to come
      tomorrow night? I want to take the girls to the cinema, only it starts at
      7.00 and he will be in his cot by then" mother asked. "On one condition"
      Jennifer grinned. "Name it" mother smiled. "You let me put him in his
      nappies and baby clothes and give him his bottle" she laughed. "Isn't that
      the baby sitters job" mother laughed too.
      I was eventually taken home, tears pouring down my cheeks as every one we
      saw stopped and laughed at me in my little girls outfit. After a dinner of
      disgusting baby food, fed to me in a highchair by Sharon and a babies
      bottle full of very sweet warm baby milk. I was informed that this was all
      I would be getting to eat and drink each day from now on so I had better
      get used to it. I was bathed by mother then I was pinned into a thick
      towelling nappy. I was dressed in a baby nighty, frilly baby pants,
      bootees, mittens and a frilly baby bonnet. My dummy was secured into my
      mouth with ribbons and I was put into my cot. The cot had a lid which
      mother locked into place, she and my two sisters had one last laugh at me
      before they left me crying in the dark. I lay there sobbing, wondering how
      this could be happening, I was trapped in my own fantasy. I had dreamed of
      being humiliated in this way by my family in front of my friends and had
      been turned on by it. But fantasy and reality were so different, I got no
      sexual kick from this, all I felt was extreme and utter humiliation. Every
      aspect of my fantasies had come true so far and as I thought of what else
      might happen to me I burst into further tears of self pity. The next day
      my sisters kept their promise, I was put into a very pretty frilly baby
      frock, pinned into my nappy, this was covered with the frillyest pair of
      plastic lined baby pants I had ever seen. I still had frilly ankle socks
      on, but my shoes were high sided baby shoes, I was buckled into a set of
      baby reins, and put into my big black pram. My reins were locked into
      place, "So baby doesn't fall out" Sharon laughed and once my bonnet was in
      place they took me for a walk. I begged them not to take me outside like
      this, they just laughed and pushed my pram into the street and called all
      the neighbours out to see me. Then it was on to the youth club to be
      laughed at by all my friends again. As it was Sunday, there was a football
      game, I should have been playing, instead I had to watch "the big boys"
      playing whilst Jennifer held my pram handle. Later that day, Jennifer and
      Karen came to babysit me, I was sat on the floor of my playpen playing
      with my rattle when they came in. All the women crowded around my play pen
      laughing at "the big baby playing with his rattle" as I looked up at them
      crying, suc-king on my dummy for comfort. I felt like a baby as I looked up
      at their laughing faces, helpless in my baby prison. Jennifer and Karen
      took me to my nursery and got me ready for "beddy-byes". They bathed me in
      a heavily perfumed tub of luke warm water, dried me, then put me in a
      clean nappy. "I bet you never thought you'd be wearing one of these again"
      Karen laughed as she handed my nappy to Jennifer. "Or that your
      ex-girlfriend would be putting you in it" Jennifer laughed. "Could you
      imagine having to wear nappies again Jen.?" Karen sneered "Yuk". "I
      certainly couldn't. I'd rather die than have to wear one of these" she
      giggled as she pinned the white towelling on me "but then again we are
      grown ups, not a baby like him". Jennifer took hold of my flaccid pen-is
      between her fingers and sprinkled it with baby powder "Poor David, your
      manhood is never going to be used for anything other than doing your
      wee-wees" she mocked as it turned white due to the talc-um powder "he is a
      virgin you know Karen, he admitted that to me the other night". "All
      little girls are virgins Jen. Hewill never know what it is like to make
      love to a woman, that pleasure is for adults, not babies like him" Karen
      laughed. "So instead of being inside me where it might have been if you
      hadn't been such a sissy" Jennifer giggled as she pulled my nappy between
      my legs "the only place your little soldier will be is in your pretty
      knickers or your nappy". Securely pinned up I was put into my baby nighty
      and after Jennifer had given me my bottle I was locked in my cot. They
      both looked down at me "I think he would look a lot more girlish with a
      little make-up" Karen observed "but he cries that much it would always
      need repairing". "Not if it is tattooed on him" Jennifer grinned "Marylin
      at the beauty shop is an expert at cosmetic tattooing, she could give him
      some very girlish eyebrows, some very sweet eye shadow, and a pair of deep
      red lips in a perfect cupids bow". "But isn't that permanent" howled Karen
      "even laser treatment cannot remove it from such sensitive areas" "Well
      his little girl status is permanent isn't it?" Jennifer laughed "I'll make
      him an appointment for next Saturday, we'll take him in his prettyest
      party frock". Again I cried myself to sleep as another aspect of my
      humiliation fantasies was about to come true.e window shrank, the last thing I saw was Casandra's laughing face.

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Part 3 of 5
Author: Johnathan, May/14/2002 05:48:05 [-05 EST]

      I still had frilly ankle socks on, but my shoes were high sided baby
      shoes, I was buckled into a set of baby reins, and put into my big black
      pram. My reins were locked into place, "So baby doesn't fall out" Sharon
      laughed and once my bonnet was in place they took me for a walk. I begged
      them not to take me outside like this, they just laughed and pushed my
      pram into the street and called all the neighbours out to see me. Then it
      was on to the youth club to be laughed at by all my friends again. As it
      was Sunday, there was a football game, I should have been playing, instead
      I had to watch "the big boys" playing whilst Jennifer held my pram handle.
      Later that day, Jennifer and Karen came to babysit me, I was sat on the
      floor of my playpen playing with my rattle when they came in. All the
      women crowded around my play pen laughing at "the big baby playing with
      his rattle" as I looked up at them crying, suc-king on my dummy for
      comfort. I felt like a baby as I looked up at their laughing faces,
      helpless in my baby prison. Jennifer and Karen took me to my nursery and
      got me ready for "beddy-byes". They bathed me in a heavily perfumed tub of
      luke warm water, dried me, then put me in a clean nappy. "I bet you never
      thought you'd be wearing one of these again" Karen laughed as she handed
      my nappy to Jennifer. "Or that your ex-girlfriend would be putting you in
      it" Jennifer laughed. "Could you imagine having to wear nappies again
      Jen.?" Karen sneered "Yuk". "I certainly couldn't. I'd rather die than
      have to wear one of these" she giggled as she pinned the white towelling
      on me "but then again we are grown ups, not a baby like him". Jennifer
      took hold of my flaccid p_nis between her fingers and sprinkled it with
      baby powder "Poor David, your manhood is never going to be used for
      anything other than doing your wee-wees" she mocked as it turned white due
      to the talc-um powder "he is a virgin you know Karen, he admitted that to
      me the other night". "All little girls are virgins Jen. Hewill never know
      what it is like to make love to a woman, that pleasure is for adults, not
      babies like him" Karen laughed. "So instead of being inside me where it
      might have been if you hadn't been such a sissy" Jennifer giggled as she
      pulled my nappy between my legs "the only place your little soldier will
      be is in your pretty knickers or your nappy". Securely pinned up I was put
      into my baby nighty and after Jennifer had given me my bottle I was locked
      in my cot. They both looked down at me "I think he would look a lot more
      girlish with a little make-up" Karen observed "but he cries that much it
      would always need repairing". "Not if it is tattooed on him" Jennifer
      grinned "Marylin at the beauty shop is an expert at cosmetic tattooing,
      she could give him some very girlish eyebrows, some very sweet eye shadow,
      and a pair of deep red lips in a perfect cupids bow". "But isn't that
      permanent" howled Karen "even laser treatment cannot remove it from such
      sensitive areas" "Well his little girl status is permanent isn't it?"
      Jennifer laughed "I'll make him an appointment for next Saturday, we'll
      take him in his prettyest party frock". Again I cried myself to sleep as
      another aspect of my humiliation fantasies was about to come true.
      The next day, I found myself being taken to The Lollipop Nursery for
      little boys and girls. I was dressed in a very pretty party frock of pale
      pink. I had matching ribbons in my ringletts, matching frilly knickers and
      my frilly ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes completed my childish outfit. As
      I was the new little girl, I was put into the class for three year olds, I
      had to stand in front of twenty giggling little boys and girls, curtsey
      and tell them my name. "He's a boy" they all screamed as I told them my
      name was David, "a boy in a dress, the big sissy" they all called. I burst
      into tears. The teacher Miss Jackson was not much older than me, she was
      eighteen, she pushed a dummy in my mouth and pinned it to my frock with a
      pink ribbon. "You will s_ck your dummy for the rest of the day, we don't
      like babies in our class do we children?" she sneered. "No Miss" the class
      laughed. "You will be attending this school for the rest of your life
      David, if you continue in this babyish manner I will have no option but to
      send you to the nursery where you will be put into a nappy" Miss Jackson
      informed me "Now go to your desk" I sat in the front of the class on a
      childs chair, my bare legs sticking up in the air, it was most
      uncomfortable, these chairs and desks were designed for little children
      not 16 year olds. My frilly knickers offered very little in the way of
      padding and my bottom ached by the time play time came. I was given a
      skipping rope and told to go with the other little girls, they would teach
      me how to skip. The nursery playground could easily be seen from my former
      school and I could see all my old class mates, including Jennifer,
      laughing at me as I skipped with the other little girls, reciting skipping
      rhymes as the rope turned. I hated every second of my new nursery school
      life, but my home life was no better. I had to stand at my old school
      gates holding my mothers hand, all the other mothers laughing at me, and
      wait for Sharon and Patricia to walk me home from school. Once home it was
      into my highchair, fed my babyfood and baby milk, then I was allowed to
      watch television for an hour before going to bed. I had to suffer through
      a hour of tele-tubbies and other childish programmes before being put into
      my nappy and being locked into my cot. I reflected on my position as I lay
      there sobbing. My first day at nursery school was one hundred times more
      humiliating than I had imagined it. The last time I had imagined myself in
      front of a laughing class of little boys and girls in my pretty frocks, I
      had the most wonderful orgasm, especially when Miss Jackson made me
      curtsey and announce to the class my boy's name. But the shame I felt when
      it actually happened was overwhelming, I felt my knees buckling as all the
      children mocked me, there was no sexual excitement, just intense
      embarresment. I had to get out of this situation, I don't know how, but I
      knew that things were going to get a lot worse for me, I was regretting
      having such extreme fantasies.
      True to thier word Jennifer and Karen took me to the beauty parlour. I was
      the centre of laughing female attention as I was led in on my baby reins
      wearing a very pretty baby outfit complete with nappies and frilly baby
      pants. How the women laughed as I was strapped into one of the chairs, a
      surgical collar fixed around my neck so I couldn't turn my head, while
      Marylin prepared for my cosmetic tattooing. I watched in pain and horror
      as she turned my face into an exact replica of a baby dolls. My eyebrows
      were thin arched lines above my eyes, my eye lids shaded in a very pale
      pink, my lips a deep ruby red. My lips were shaped in a perfect cupids
      bow, and the swelling due to the tattooing gave me a little girl pout,
      which caused great hilarity among the customers and staff. "I've used a
      very special tattooing ink" Marylin told them "it will not fade or wear
      off with time, once the swelling has gone down, his make-up will be
      perfect forever". To celebrate I was taken to Macdonalds, where Phil
      Slattery and Stuart West, Karens boyfriend, were waiting. While they had
      burgers I was given a babies bottle to s_ck, the staff at Macdonalds were
      only to glad to prepare a sickly sweet baby milk for me. I was made to sit
      on the little toadstools with two other little girls who giggled at me for
      wearing nappies. "Look at that big girl, she's dressed as a baby' one of
      them whispered, I burst into torrents of tears as I suc-ked on my bottle.
      "Miss your baby is crying" one of the little girls laughingly told
      Jenifer. "He's probably wet his nappy" Jeniffer told her. The little girl
      burst into fits of giggles "Mummy, mummy this is a boy in a baby frock"
      she shouted to her mother, informing everyone in the restaurant at the
      same time "and he has wet his nappy". The shop exploded into ribald
      laughter. I made my mind up, I had to escape, I would run away, to where I
      don't know, I just needed the opportunity, that would be the hard part for
      since I had been in this humiliating world I was always supervised by
      someone, as little children are, or I was locked securely into my pram,
      playpen or cot when I was left on my own.

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Part 4 of 5
 Author: Johnathan, May/15/2002 03:29:16 [-05 EST]

      Later that afternoon when I was back at home in my playpen trying to break
      free of the leather reins that held me in place, I cursed the strength of
      the baby restrainer, and cursed myself for being too weak to break out of
      my infantile prison. I stopped my struggling when mother walked in "You
      have a visitor David" Casandra followed her, grinning from ear to ear, she
      was carrying a paper bag. "Aunty Casandra has come to see her little baby
      niece" mother laughed leaving us alone. "Hello David, how do you like
      living your fantasy, is it as exciting as you thought it would be" she
      giggled "I've brought you a present". She pulled Jemima out of the bag
      "You remember her don't you? You threw her to me just as the window to
      your dreams closed" she asked with the same evil grin on her face as she
      had when she had let my hand go. "Casandra you have got to help me. You
      have got to get me out of here" I cried, ecstatic that she had come, I
      quickly realised she was not part of this fantasy world, bringing Jemima
      proved it beyond doubt. "But I thought this is what you wanted David,
      intense humiliation at the hands of laughing females really turns you on,
      does't it?" she said. "Not any more. I hate being a little girl, I hate
      being treated like a baby. Please I beg you Casandra you are the only one
      that can get me out of this" I wailed. "You are right there David, I am
      the only one that can get you out of your little girl fantasy, as I am the
      one who put you in here. I am also the only one that knows you are trapped
      in this fantasy world" Jennifer explained. "But isn't every one missing me
      in the real world?" I was confused. "No David, the real you is still
      there, only he doesn't have your strange fantasies any more. He is living
      a normal life, still going out with Jennifer, still going to school and
      still being very popular with all of his friends" Casandra told me "It's
      only you that is trapped here, and only I know about it". "Then you must
      help me" I begged "I want my normal life back". "Well there lies the
      problem David" she grinned. "Oh don't say you can't do it" I wailed. "Oh
      yes I could take you back, look" Casandra waved her hand and the window
      into her mother's bedroom appeared, she waved again and it was gone. "You
      see David I can let you go back anytime I want." she smiled mischieviosly
      "You do admit now that I am a witch don't you?" "Yes" I answered, she had
      convinced me of that fact, and I was distraught that the window had once
      more closed. "And as you know witches are not the nicest of people,
      everything that is written about witches describes them as evil, and it is
      true David" she laughed. "Well the way witches increase their powers is to
      perform magic, black magic. If a witch does something particularly nasty,
      her powers increase accordingly. She took a piece of blank paper out of
      her pocket "Watch" I observed the paper turn into a ten pound note, my ten
      pound note. "Do you remember how I couldn't do this before" she laughed as
      it then turned into a fifty pound note before my eyes. "and this is only a
      little of my new powers" she said proudly "and it's all thanks to you
      David. Because I was responsible for trapping you in this world of total
      humiliation I have increased my powers tenfold". "Well now you have them
      you can let me go back" I said hopefully. "The problem is David as your
      powers increase when you do anything particularly nasty, so they decrease
      when a witch perfoms magic for good" she laughed. "B..b..but you have got
      to help me" I cried. "You can understand my dilema David, do I let you out
      of your playpen and let you escape this world of female domination and
      have my new found powers diminish, or do I leave you here to be laughed at
      in your little girl and baby clothes for the rest of your life and keep my
      status as young witch of the month. What would you do David if you were in
      my shoes, instead of your bootees" she mocked. "P.p.please you have got to
      help me" I broke down and wept bitterly. "You are right David, I will help
      you, after all you are my cousin and I owe it to you to see that you get
      exactly what you want" she smiled. "Oh thank you Casandra, thank you" I
      grovelled. She took several sheets of paper out of the paper bag "I found
      these in your old room, let me read them to you" she grinned and read it
      out aloud. "My mother and sisters loved my new status as a little girl and
      if I did not perform exactly like the little girl they had dressed me as
      then I was severely spanked until I blubbed like a real baby. They didn't
      care who saw my punishment, in fact the more witnesses there were the
      better as far as they were concerned. It gave them imense pleasure to
      lower my frilly knickers in front of Jennifer, my girlfriend, and Phil
      Slattery my hated rival at school. How they laughed as they watched me
      being spanked by my younger sister" she read an extract from one of the
      many fantasy stories I had written. "It seems like you will have a very
      sore bottom from now on David" she laughed as she waved her hand through
      the air "No Casandra please help me to escape" I whined pulling
      desperately at my reins. "All of a sudden all my male strength vanished, I
      was as weak as a kitten, even a real little girl could handle me now and I
      wouldn't have the strength to stop her. I found that I wasn't even strong
      enough to unfasten my own nappy pins never mind the simple clips that held
      my reins in place. I couldn't climb out of my playpen or my cot without
      assistance from mother or Sharon or Patricia". Casandra waved her hand
      again after reading another passage from another story and I felt my
      strength drain away, even though I strained against my reins with all my
      might, the leather straps were not put under any stress I felt as weak as
      a baby.

[HuggyBear67]

Part 5 of 5 (last)
Author: Johnathan, May/15/2002 07:11:18 [-05 EST]

      "No,no,no please Casandra, don't do this". She ignored me and continued to
      read. "One of my worst humiliations was when mother arranged for me to
      stay at the local maternity home. The young nurses begged her to let them
      look after me saying it would do me good to be with real babies. How they
      laughed when I was taken on to the maternity ward. I was stripped down to
      my nappy and put into a huge plastic viewing cot that new babies are put
      into just after they are born and put with the rest of the babies. A band
      was fixed on my wrist to tell anyone that cared to look at the big baby in
      his nappy and baby pants that my name was Baby David, Sex-Female. All the
      visitors to the ward howled when they saw me with the real babies but
      worse was to come, as all the new mothers had plenty of excess breast milk
      it was decided that instead of drawing it off with a breast pump as
      normal, the new big baby could drink it instead. I could do nothing to
      stop them as I was placed on the grinning womens' laps and forced to
      breast feed like a real baby. I was kept there for the whole summer
      holidays, while mother took my two sisters abroad, six humiliating weeks
      of being treated like a new born baby girl. The nurses begged mother to
      take me again so it was decided that from then on all my nursery school
      holidays would be spent at the maternity hospital" Casandra laughed "my
      but you do have a vivid imagination David, do you think that this could
      actually happen" she scoffed. "It's only a story" I sobbed. "You are
      forgetting this is fantasy land where all your dreams come true David,
      unfortunately for you, your mother is on the phone now talking to Sister
      Metcalf her old friend at the maternity hospital arranging for your stay
      on the maternity ward". She waved her hand. "Oh no please Casandra, I
      don't want to be treat as a new born baby, I don't want to be breast fed.
      I'm a 16 year old boy" I sobbed, hardly able to raise my hand to wipe my
      tears I was that weak. "Not any more David" she giggled."Now I do like
      this passage" she cleared her throat "For some amazing reason I found that
      I had to obey any order I was given, no matter how humiliating. Even
      though I fought against it, I had to do exactly as I was told. I was
      completely at their mercy now. I was told I could no longer walk normally,
      but had to take the tiniest of steps almost on my tip-toes, I looked
      ridiculous, a 16 year old boy mincing around like a little girl but I
      couldn't help it, I would be forced to walk like that for the rest of my
      life. And to my horror I was told that every time before I spoke I had to
      drop the prettyest curtsey any little girl would be proud of, then after I
      had said whatever it was I was going to say, I had to curtsey again. I
      found myself bobbing up and down all day long as my tormentors asked me
      questions just so they could see me curtsey like a little girl" Casandra
      laughed shaking her head, "the thought of a grown boy mincing around like
      that and curtseying all the time just cracks me up". She waved her hand.
      "Let's see what you look like David" she grinned unlocking my reins and
      dragging me out of my playpen, I was too weak to stop her. "Walk to the
      wall and back David" she ordered. Against my will I dropped a pretty
      curtsey 'Yes Miss Casandra" I said and curtseyed again, she threw her head
      back and laughed as I minced on my tip-toes, one hand on my on my hip the
      other limp wristed in front of me. I felt and looked ridiculous as I
      minced up and down the room in a very effeminate manner, curtseying for
      her amusement. "That is very good David. Jennifer and Phil will love to
      see your little girl walk I'm sure" she laughed wiping a tear of mirth
      from her eye. "Let's read on shall we, I haven't got to the best bits
      yet". I curtseyed "Yes Miss" I said curtseying again, inside I was
      screaming for her to stop but could not resist her suggestions. "My throat
      felt like it was frozen and my tongue was on fire, amazingly when I talked
      my voice now sounded just like Shirley Temple's and I had a very bad lisp.
      But worst was to come although I sounded exactly like a little girl when I
      was dressed in my party frocks, when I was put into nappies I lost the
      ability to speak altogether, instead of the words I was trying to say,
      only baby gurglings came out of my mouth" she grinned. "NO,NO NO" I
      screamed at the top of my voice, as she waved her hand slowly.
      "CASANDR...G..G..GA-GA GOO-GOO-GOO GA" my voice changed to that of a
      baby's, and though I knew what I was trying to say only undistinguishable
      baby talk emanated from my red lips. Casandra laughed evily at my baby
      babblings. "Suddenly I lost control of my bladder, I knew if I wasn't put
      on my potty within seconds then I would wet myself. my little girl status
      would be obvious to everyone as I stood there and wet my knickers, it
      didn't matter when I wore nappies of course, but the effect of actually
      wetting myself without the control to stop it accelerated my return to
      infant status" she read out as she waved her hand again. "Ga-ga
      goo-goo-goo ga" I gurgled tears streaming down my cheeks as I wet nappy.
      "Has the little baby girl wet her nappy then" Casandra revelled in her
      power over me. I curtseyed "Ga-ga goo-goo-goo-ga" I sobbed curtseying
      again. "Now we get to my favourite passage" Casandra grinned evily. "When
      I came around from my operation, the nurses removed my blood stained
      nappy. My head was raised so I could see what they had done to me. I
      stared in disbeleif at my crutch, my privates had been removed. Instead
      there was the mounds of a perfect female's sex. I was a little girl" she
      laughed waving her hand. I fell to the floor screaming in pain clutching
      my benappied crutch. It felt as though my privates were being ripped from
      my body as I writhed in agony. She stood above me, laughing as the pain
      subsided, "Shall we see what the baby has between her legs" she said. I
      could not resist as she pulled my frilly baby pants down and unpinned my
      wet nappy. "Lift your skirts out of the way and look at your self David"
      she ordered unable to control her amusement. I gasped at the sight before
      me. My male privates had gone, just as in my story, I had a girls sex. I
      broke into uncontrollable tears. "Well David I've helped you as much as I
      can for this visit" she laughed "I'm going to have to go now". I
      invoulantary stood up, curtseyed "Pweath Mith don't weave me here. I don't
      want to be a wittle girl any more" I lisped in my high pitched voice.
      Because I was no longer wearing a nappy I could talk like a little girl. I
      curtseyed after my speech. "You're right David it would be too cruel to
      leave you here like this, woudn't it" she said sympathetically "now lie on
      your nappy and let me pin you into it, we don't want any accidents before
      I take you back.". I bobbed a curtsey "Yeth Mith" I squeaked bobbing again
      relief sweeping over me as she agreed to release me from my humiliating
      fantasy world. I lay on the floor, legs splayed, skirts raised ready for
      her to pin me into my nappy. "Now David, this is your last chance to get
      back to your former life, the window of dreams will only ever appear three
      times, even I cannot open it again" she said with a serious look on her
      face. "I want you to agree that I am the wickedest witch you could ever
      meet, that will increase my powers tenfold" she smiled "then you can ask
      me very nicely to take you back to reality, and I promise you I will" she
      smiled. I motioned to stand up, I was compelled to curtsey before I spoke,
      she held me down saying it didn't matter on this occasion. "Pweath Mith
      Cathandwa you are the motht wicked witch anyone could ever meet" I
      squeaked, a strange effect came over her and I could see the power surging
      through her. She broke into an evil laugh as she slowly pulled my nappy
      between my legs, I cleared my throat as my mouth was so dry "pweath Mith
      Cathadwa, I don't want to be a wittle girl for the west of my wife,
      pweath, pweath take me b..b..b..g..g..goo..goo..goo-goo ga ga-ga-ga" My
      voice turned into that of a babies again as she brought the nappy
      together. "What was that you asked David, can I what, can I take you
      where?" she giggled. "Ga ga-ga goo-goo-goo" I gurgled, trying to repeat my
      request to leave this world of humiliation. "You will have to stop talking
      like a baby David if you want me to understand you, take off your nappy
      and talk properly" she laughed. I could not undo the pins GA GA
      GOO-GOO-GOO" I screamed in panic. "I'm sorry David, I can't understand a
      word your saying, now s_ck your dummy like a good baby, do not spit it
      out, now nod your head, do you want me to leave you here" she said pushing
      my dummy back in, I tried to shake my head, to say no, but her command was
      for me to nod my head, I could not resist, against my will I nodded my
      head. "So you want to stay here for the rest of your life knowing full
      well you will live your life as a little girl or a baby, knowing every day
      will mean utter humiliation for you" She sneered. Again I nodded. She
      waved her hand and the window to reality appeared,"So you want to stay
      her, answer yes or no, this is your last chance" she laughed. "Ga-ga,
      ga-ga" I wept, nodding my head, but trying to shake it and say "No no".
      "This is it David, the window will only ever appear three times for one
      person, you will never get back to your real life again. Shall I close the
      window for ever?". "GA-GA, GA-GA" I screamed and as I nodded my head the
      window dissappeared. "Oh David, now your trapped here forever" she cackled
      sounding like a real witch, "but don't worry I'll pop in from time to time
      to tell you how your real self is getting on" she laughed pulling up my
      frilly baby pants as I wet myself again, "now lets go and show your mother
      and sisters what is between your legs". I layed on the floor screaming,
      beating my fists into the pink carpet and kicking my legs in the air.
      "That's right David you have one of your baby tantrums, you will be having
      lots of these from now on" She laughed. Mother, Sharon and Patricia came
      into the room. "Stand up right away David" mother snapped. I complied
      immediately. She pulled off my frilly baby pants and my nappy. "Now go and
      ask Patricia to spank your bottom until it's red raw you naughty little
      girl". Patricia layed into my bottom, I could not beleive how painful it
      was, I bawled just like a baby. "I've got to be going now" Casandra
      laughed "Here is his dolly, he should carry it with him wherever he goes".
      "Don't worry Casandra he will now that he is a real little girl" mother
      laughed. "Bye-bye David, I hope you hate every second of being a little
      girl again" she cackled and I watched as she left me to my fate.

The End.