Chapter 2: The Baby Clothing Store

Paul ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. He had managed to get as far as the town centre of Kingsley, which was the town centre. He, however, did not want to be seen crying like a baby, which he was and for the life of him, Paul did not know why. He simply could not understand why his parents hated him so much. He even wondered why himself, he was not like all of boys his age. Why did dating girls never last long? Why did they not like him or even want to kiss him? Then again, he did not seem at all too sure if he even wanted to kiss a girl anyway. But why? His life did not make any sense and now he was completely homeless.

He had nowhere to go. Like his father said, he had no male friends, they did not like him either. What wasn’t there to like? He was a good, kind considerate kind of a guy. But if he anyone would upset him, he would cry. Why was that such a bad thing? Were boys not meant to have feelings? Paul wondered about such things as he looked to see if there was somewhere, where he could go and have a good cry alone. No one would understand why he would be crying. How could he explain why his parents did not want to know him? They had outright disowned him.

He went down a street, he just needed to get away from everyone and everything. However, no matter where he looked, there seem to be people everywhere. There was an average sized store up ahead. Not bothering to look up and see what the sign said, he went inside, he was in so much of a rush, that he stumbled and fell to the floor, which made him burst out crying even more. There were several women in the store that all looked on in shock and dismay at such an outburst from such a young boy. The owner of the shop Molly Tompson, who was in her mid-40’s with long blonde hair and blue eyes, but she looked to be in her early-30’s as she looked on in concern and went over to pick Paul up from the floor.

“There, there now. Come with me and I will tend to your knee.” Said Molly, as though talking to a child, the women looked on in confusion. “I will be back shortly ladies; you just talk among yourselves and look at the racks of dresses. I shan’t be long.” Said Molly, as she led Paul through the isle of Dreses that were all hung up on display, only that they seem to be baby girl dresses at that. If he had bothered to look up at the sign of the shop, he would have seen the sign had in large pretty pink letters against an ivory background. “Molly’s Baby Boutique.”

The shop was a Baby Girl Store, for little baby girls. Not that any of that had mattered to Paul, as he had not only fallen, but he had also scrapped his left knee, which was now bleeding and he was still crying, as Molly took him passed the racks of baby girl dresses and into a back room, where she kept some old stock clothing, but apart from that, it was a fairly large room and there was a chair nearby. Molly gently placed Paul down onto the chair. “My, my, what a fuss you are making.” Said Molly in shock and alarm, but apart from that, she tried her level best to be calm and soothing to the poor boy.

“My parents have kicked me out of the house, and I have no place to live.” Paul remarked in-between sobs. “Oh dear, why on earth did they do that for?” Asked Molly. “I don’t know.” Replied Paul and cried even more. It was disheartening and distressing to see a boy Paul’s age crying as he was. Molly had guessed that he was at least eighteen, but she decided to ask Paul his age. “How old are you if I may ask?”

“I’m eighteen years old.” Cried Paul.

“What’s your name sweetie?” Asked Molly, somehow, she could not quite explain it herself, but somehow it felt right to call him that. “Paul.” Said Paul still sobbing. “Okay sweetie. I am going to get some warm soapy water for that knee of yours. It might sting though, okay?” Said Molly, as though Paul like a child. Paul simply nodded his head, still crying. Molly took no time at all to get a washcloth and to soak it with some warm water, not too hot and not too cold either.

Molly also got hold of a bandage and took that with her too. She soon came back with the washcloth and the bandage. Paul cried even more the moment the water stung his knee. Molly was not happy about this fact. It just wasn’t right a boy his age crying like he was. But all of that did not matter now, trying to get him to stop crying was all that really mattered. “Hush now sweetie, it’s alright. I have bandaged your knee for you and the pain will eventually go away. Please don’t cry, it simply breaks my heart to hear and see you cry so much.” Said Molly soothingly and she was almost on the verge of crying herself, seeing Paul a boy his age being so deeply stressed.

To Be Continued.

Chapter 3: Paul’s Revelation

Molly had the feeling that the only thing that was going to work and help Paul to stop crying and that was for her to hold him in her arms, like he was a baby and cradle him. That might be quite humiliating for him, but she could not see that she had any other choice. Knowing this, she knew that she would have to send the woman away that were in the shop. In fact, she would have to unexpectedly close-up early, so that she could deal with Paul and hopefully get him to talk about why his parents had kicked him out of the house.

“I just need to attend to the ladies in my shop for a quick moment Sweetie. I will be right back.” Said Molly in a soothing tone of voice, while she left Paul to cry some more. “Ladies, I do apologise, but I am going to have to close the shop early, an emergency has just come up and I need to attend to that right away. All of the ladies looked at Molly, but without saying a thing, they nodded their heads, guessing that the sudden emergency in question was the boy in the back room that was crying, as they could hear him.

They left quietly, feeling sorry for Molly, for having to deal with the Paul. Molly soon returned to Paul, she gently lifted him up off the chair, from which she had left him on. “Come one sweetie, follow me please.” Said Molly, as she took him by his hand and led him out of the back room and up a staircase. She came to a room that was surprisingly a living room at the top of the landing. Molly led Paul to a sofa and sat down in the middle of it, and she then placed Paul on her lap, and she began to cradle Paul as though he was a baby.

Paul did not seem to mind as he strangely took comfort from this kind of treatment. He soon stopped crying, and it was not long before Molly managed to be able to get him to talk about why his parents had kicked him out of the house, leaving him to be homeless. “Why, that is terrible. What your parents did, was wrong. Even though I do not know you personally, I say that there is nothing wrong with you. Your parents had no right to kick you out of the house and make you homeless.” Said Molly soothingly as possible, though deep down inside, she was horrified and shocked, at what Paul’s parents had done to him.

“I have absolutely no where to go.” Said Paul and he started to cry again. “No worries sweetie. I will let you come and live with me. I have a spare bedroom that you can have. It’s not much I’m afraid, it’s just a bed in an empty room that I never got around to decorating, but it is yours and you can stay for as long as you wish.” Said Molly with a smile on her face. “Do you, do you really mean it?” Asked Paul in complete surprise. “Yes, of course I do sweetie.” Replied Molly and she gave Paul a hug.

He was shocked and surprised, but he greatly accepted the hug, as he hugged Molly in return. “How will I ever repay you?” Paul asked. Molly thought about this for a moment and then she had the perfect idea. “I know, you can start by working for me. I actually need some help with clearing up the stock room and keeping up with the stock intake as I am struggling with that, to be perfectly honest.” Said Molly. Paul smiled at her. “I would only be too happy to do all of that for you. It is the least that I can do.” Said Paul and he gave Molly a hug.

Molly gladly accepted the hug. “Thank you.” Said Molly. “No, thank you. I really can’t thank you enough.” Said Paul with a smile on his face. “Alright then, you can start work tomorrow morning and I will see about getting you some new clothes to wear.” Said Molly with a smile. Paul smiled back at her. Thank you. Er, I do not even know your name.” Said Paul feeling ashamed of himself. Molly looked surprised. “Well, bless me. I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Molly; I own the Baby Boutique store.” Said Molly with a smile.

Paul suddenly looked pale. “Baby what?” He asked in complete shock. “Boutique. It’s my own store that sells baby girls clothing.” Said Molly with a smile. “Just baby girl’s clothes?” Asked Paul in dismay. “Yes, I hope that won’t be a problem for you?” Asked Molly in concern, noticing Paul’s reaction. Paul seemed a bit uneased. “I guess not, just surprised that’s all.” Remarked Paul with a little uncertainty, but a job was a job, and he could not refuse it. “Okay so long as, you are sure?” Asked Molly. “Yes, I am quite sure.” Replied Paul, trying his best to put a brave face on it.

Molly smiled. “Good, then let me show you to your room and you can get some much-needed rest. You look like that you could do with it.” Said Molly, Paul nodded. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.” Said Paul. “You’re welcome sweetie.” Paul did not seem to mind being called sweetie, even though it felt a bit strange to him, being called that. Then again, he was happy for Molly to call him anything that she liked, as she had given him a home and hope, where he had none before. 

Molly took Paul out of the front room and over toward a plain white bedroom door, she opened the door and inside there was a very plain white walled bedroom with a white bed with white bedsheets and a faded blue carpet on the floor. “I’m sorry that it is not much, but I would be only too happy to provide you with furniture, nothing too expensive, just the bear essentials. What do you say? Asked Molly with a smile on her face. “I would love that very much and thank you. I am more than grateful to you.” Said Paul with a smile.

Molly left Paul to get into bed and get off to sleep, he slept really well. Molly got him up nice and early in the morning. “It’s time for you to get up young man, there is a lot of work for you to do. But before any of that, would you like to have breakfast?” Asked Molly with a smile. “Yes please.” Said Paul, as he smiled back to her, as he got up out of the bed and he went downstairs. “Here in the kitchen.” Shouted Molly, as she heard him come down the stairs. Paul easily found it and was quite surprised to see a decent sized kitchen with a table and two chairs, one at either end.

He sat down at the table and Molly brought to him a cooked breakfast, which was pieces of bacon, fried egg, sausages, baked beans and 2 slices of toast. Which he ate all up gladly. “That was delicious, thank you Molly.” Said Paul, truly grateful of the breakfast that he just had. “You’re welcome sweetie.” Said Molly. “So, what do you need me to do first?” Asked Paul, once he was ready to get to work. “You can start to tidy up the mess in the stock room please for me sweetie.” Said Molly. Paul nodded and he made his way to the stock room, which was the back room of the store.

Paul began to work, time seem to fly by, days soon became weeks. In one of those weeks, something had been on Molly’s mind, and she had been trying to figure out of how to approach the matter without upsetting Paul about it. For a while, she thought nothing of it, but there was something that bothered her about Paul and she felt that it was about time to talk to him about it, as gently as possible. Paul was happily sorting things out in the stock room and putting the items where they needed to go.

That was when Molly noticed it again, the moment that she saw Paul staring at a frilly pink baby girl dress that was on display. It had always been there; Molly was not at all too sure as to why. Or for that matter, why Paul had not moved it from its place and to have put it in the store window where there was an empty space for it. “Sweetie. Can you stop what you are doing for a moment please.” Said Molly, in a calm and soothing tone of voice. Paul realized what he had been doing, and he turned red in the face.

“Yes Molly. What do you wish to talk about?” He asked, a little nervously, hoping that he had not done anything wrong. Up till now, Molly had been very happy with his work. “I am sorry to say, but I could not but help notice that you have been staring that lovely pretty frilly pink dress, every time I have come and see you work here.” Paul looked really worried. “Don’t worry sweetie, you are not in trouble. I just want to know why you have been staring at it so much.” Said Molly, as soothingly as possible.

“I honestly do not know, and the dress is not the only thing I can’t seem to stop looking at.” Replied Paul going even redder in the face. “Oh, what else have you been staring at?” Asked Molly, who was curious, as she had only ever caught him staring at eh frilly pink dress. “Those.” Said Paul in despair, as he pointed to the pair of frilly plastic pants that were also on display, and they were pink too. “Oh my, those and the dress should have been put in the display window ages ago. Why haven’t you done so?” Asked Molly in concern.

“I honestly do not know Molly. I can’t seem to help myself, as I really do not want them to leave where I can see them each and every day.” Said Paul who started to cry. Molly came to comfort him and hugged him. “And why is that sweetie? It’s okay, I won’t judge you.” Said Molly soothingly. “You, you won’t?” Asked Paul in shock and dismay, all at the same time. “Of course I won’t sweetie. Now tell me everything.” Said Molly soothingly. “Well, would you think it foolish and silly of me, if I told you that I wanted to have those two things?” Asked Paul in concern.

Molly looked surprised and shocked at the same time. But she had a very open mind. “And why is that sweetie?” Asked Molly. “I really do not know. All I know is that I want those things and that I really want to wear them and that I want to be a baby girl.” Said Paul as he started to really cry and cry real hard. Molly hugged him tightly, but not too tight. “Oh sweetie, it’s okay. I completely understand.” Said Molly, soothingly. “You, you do?” Asked Paul in shock.

“Yes, I do, and I tell you what I am going to do. Now that I know what size clothes that you wear and everything. I am going to order for you a dress and a pair of matching frilly plastic pants in your size along with other items to go with the erst of the outfit and once you have them, you can be the Sissy Baby Girl that you long and need to be.” Said Molly in a happy tone of voice. “Sissy!” Remarked Paul in confusion. So, Molly explained to him what a Sissy was, and Paul was happy not only with the explanation, but to be called and referred as a Sissy from now on.

“Gladly and what name would you like to be known as?” Asked Molly. “Sissy Baby Suzie please.” Asked Paul, suddenly pitching his voice to sound like a baby girl. Molly smiled and she was true to her word. A huge package had arrived one morning at Molly’s store and Sissy Baby Suzie opened it with excitement. Inside there was the pretty frilly pink dress that she loved so much, but this one was in her size, as so were the pink frilly plastic pants, the frilly white ankle socks that had pink lace frills at the top and finally a pair of pink Mary Jane’s shoes.

Molly from that moment on adopted Sissy Baby Suzie as her own Sissy Baby Girl. She got in a new guy to take charge of the stock room and not only that, but she also changed the store to a Sissy Baby Boutique store with Sissy Baby Suzie happily modelling some of the pretty dresses for other Mummies with Sissy Babies to look at and admire and of course wanting to buy what they see. Sissy Baby Suzie and Molly both lived happily ever after.

The End