From Emo
To
Sissy Baby
Alison had an 18 year old boy called Nemo. Simply because, her husband had been an old sea-dog at heart and he had been a captain of an old ship. Sadly he had died 2 weeks ago and Nemo had not been the same since. His behaviour had changed entirely. He began to use bad language and he even hated what had been his once very much loved sea themed bedroom. She did not want to see her son be upset in anyway and figured that he was still going through the motions of his father’s loss.
So she decided to give his bedroom a complete makeover, not only that, she let him choose the choice of colour and design of his new bedroom. Alison thought and hoped that the new bedroom would help make Nemo feel better and that he would begin to be like his old well behaved self again. That did not happen, his behaviour only got worse. Alison was not going to put up with that and was determined to change her son’s ways.
She was prepared however, to give her son one last chance for him to change his ways before having to take drastic action. She entered into the bedroom and could not believe what she now sow. She went over to the far back of the bedroom to get a really good look, to make sure that she was not seeing things. For there he was stood before her all in black, as though he was going, or had just been to a funeral.
(Nemo’s Bedroom)
“What! There is nothing nonsense in being an Emo Mum.” Replied Nemo in a very defensive way. “I know what an Emo is and you are not Emo. You are just being a silly and a dam right misbehaved boy.”
“Get lost… I can very well wear and do what I like.” Replied Nemo in complete defiance. Alison was utterly shocked. Never before had Nemo ever talked to her like that, in that way. “Right that does it, I’m going to send you to boot camp.”
“Cool.” Replied Nemo, as though that was a good thing. Things were okay at first and there seem to be no problems at boot camp, but Nemo soon quickly got bored with that and began to give the Army Sargent Major a bad time. Alison had a vague idea that boot camp may not straighten out her son.
For the time he had been a way, she had his bedroom completely redecorated again. She was not surprised when she got a phone call to tell her that Nemo was completely unfit to be at boot camp and they were going to send him home.
“I’m sorry Mrs Harbour, that I have to be sending your son back to you, but he has proven to be most unsuitable for boot camp.”
“I had a feeling that, that would be the case, but had hoped there may had been a chance that he would have benefited from boot camp Sargent Major Riley.”
“I hope that you are not disappointed Mrs Harbour?”
“Oh no.. not at all.”
“Are you sure that you will be able to handle your son once he gets back home to you Mrs Harbour?”
“Oh yes, I will, not to worry about that. He has a few surprises in store for him, for when he comes home.”
“Oh, I am pleased to hear that Mrs Harbour. I would like to know how that goes.”
“Sure, no problem Sargent Major Riley. Why don’t you come over for Dinner this upcoming Sunday. Bring your wife and your lovely six year old daughter Natalie with you to see the new changes that will have been made to my son by the time you all come to visit. You will find my methods, most effective.”
“Wow.. I would like to know what you are going to do Mrs Harbour.” Alison gave a slight chuckle over the phone. “I’ll keep that as a surprise. So, will you and your family be able to make it then for dinner on Sunday?”
“Sure, I won’t miss it for the world.” Nemo had arrived back home, in fact he had been driven there in an army Jeep and he was escorted into the house by two army men.
“Thank you cadets. I can take care of my son from here.” Remarked Alison with a smile, the cadets let go of Nemo and left. He looked at his mother wondering what she was up to. I bet you would like to go right up to your room and relax.” Said Alison in a nice kind gentle tone of voice.
This caught Nemo by surprise, as well as caught him off guard too. He gave his mother a confused, but happy smile. “You’re… you’re not mad at me?” He asked in shock and surprise. “Of course not sweetie.” Replied Alison. Nemo looked a little confused, but he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes.
So he went off up to his bedroom.
He rushed right in and was about to flop onto his bed when he suddenly turned pale white. As slow realisation suddenly kicked in, his entire bedroom had been changed.
Gone had the black and white décor and everything. In their place was pink walls, pink and white girly furniture, there was a little red girls dress hung up on the wall on the chimney breast, there was nothing remotely Goth or Emo about his bedroom what so ever. In fact, it looked more like a little girls bedroom.
Just then, Alison had entered into the room, she smiled, she went over to where there was a dress-up box in the bedroom, she stood inside of it, bent down to pick up something that was obviously inside of it, to which she held out for Nemo to see. He went even paler, if that was at all possible.
(Nemo’s New Sissy Baby Princess Bedroom)
“Don’t you ever dare call me crazy. Since you obviously going to make things difficult for me, I will have to do things the hard way.” Replied Alison in a sad, but harsh tone of voice, she put the dress down on the bed, then reached down into the dress-up box for something else. Nemo simply stood there in shock and disbelief, until he saw what his mother held next.
It was a gun, more specifically, a Taser Gun, she shot it at him before he could do anything, not that he could do so, since he was still stunned from shocked disbelief. By the time the effects of the Taser Gun had worn off and Nemo came to, to his shock and dismay, he found himself to be in a Princess Design Cot with images of Disney Princess all over it.
He saw a mirror through the bars, to his shock and horror, he found that he was wearing that Princess Dress that his mother told him that she was going to make him wear. He positioned himself sideways on, as best that he could do so, to get a good look as he lifted up the skirt of the dress to find that he indeed was wearing a pair of frilly pink plastic pants, he couldn’t take them off, but his butt did look big and he knew that he was without a doubt wearing a very thick nappy too.
He had a little pink bow tied at the top of his head, since his hair was not long enough to be put into pigtails. Alison was almost inclined to put a wig on him, but she wanted to humiliate her son as a means to teach him a lesson, plus she had no intentions of having him look like a real baby girl in any way. A pink dummy had been placed into his mouth and it was tied up with pink ribbons behind his head, to keep it in place, so he could not talk, even if he wanted to do so.
“From now on and forever more. You are my Sissy Baby and that your name is no longer Nemo.” Said Alison with immense authority in the tone of her voice. “Your name is now Prissy Sissy and you won’t get to have or use the Princess Bedroom, until you can prove to me that you can be a very good well behaved Sissy Baby. Everyone is going to know and see the Sissy Baby that you are. Exactly as you are, even your Emo friends. I’ve been going through everything that is on your computer.”
Remarked Alison with a huge grin on her face. “There is no going back to your old life, none what so ever. Even should you prove that you can be a real good well behaved Sissy Baby. I am going to keep you that way for the rest of your life. So to help you get used to that. I have invited Sargent Major Riley and family to come over to dinner and I am sure that his six year old little girl daughter will want to play dollies with you. So this will be your chance to act and be nice. Do not do so and much, far much worse it shall be for you.”
Prissy Sissy, aka Nemo, looked on in complete and utter shock dreading to think just how far much more worse things could possibly get. After all, he’s going to be seen by his once superior army officer, it already is going to be far worse than he could possibly ever imagine.
THE END.
