The chapter list
Chapter 1
From his usual perch across the street, Conrad suddenly perked up and readied his camera. Finally! A new subject. And a beautiful one, at that! His entire body quivered and shook as he rapidly fired the shutter, snapping zoomed-in photo after photo of the woman just leaving BEA'S BEAUTY SHOP. The hairdo was magnificent, all freshly done-up in big, poofy bouffant perfection. And the crowning glory was what Conrad was waiting so patiently for in the steady late afternoon mist: the rain bonnet!
Yes, not many women would spend gobs of money on a glamorous hairdo at the beauty parlor just to have it ruined immediately by the elements. That is why Conrad came to this place on wet and windy days. He could most always see his most favorite fetish item used as it was intended. Conrad would sit on the bench under the awning in front of TED'S TAVERN reading the daily newspapers from front to back for hours. One eye was always on the activity just inside the front door at BEA'S across the narrow city street. The excitement for Conrad was immense. BEA'S was a very busy place, being quite popular for women of all ages for many years. In addition to the superb hair styling and beauty services, there is a small but extensive beauty supply store connected inside the shop, just off to the side.
On these inclement weather days, about a forth of the women that would leave the shop with a 'new do' were very smart, Conrad thought. They were the ones that would protect their fresh beauty shop, teased and lacquered coiffures with a plastic rain bonnet. The very thought of this action and ritual for a lady sent Conrad into a shiver and flushed him all over with pent-up anticipated excitement! Yes, umbrellas worked just fine. They were stylish, for certain, but took a hand or two, were clumsy and did not offer the total protection that a bouffant sized, visor-front plastic rain bonnet could. So smart!
Conrad's Grandmother, Aunts and female cousins had inadvertently instilled this truth in him. His Aunt Betty had once run a beauty shop back in Kansas and he was dropped off there after school every day throughout his grammar and early high school days. He would also spend those busy Saturday's there when his three girl cousins and his Aunt Meg would also be there helping out or having their hair done. His father was gone, who know's where, and his Mother worked afternoon and evenings at the salad dressing factory in town. Conrad HATED having to spend all of his time at the shop just for ladies and girls! "Yuck", was his usual vocalization to his Mother and the rest of his female relations inside!
The ladies and girls were always very sweet to him; making sure he had what he needed or wanted, leaving him alone for the most part and not making him feel uncomfortable in the beauty shop atmosphere. He would sit in an out-of-the-way corner reading his comic books and sports magazines. Perhaps in this 'being left alone' and 'not being paid attention' mode, Conrad found himself watching the bizarre activities within the shop more and more. Hair being washed and then put into large or small roller-type things and then dried under clear plastic domes. Finger and toe nails were painted, and make-up sampled and applied. The special chairs and equipment, plastic and nylon capes and frocks. Some of the workers would even do their job with hair in the rollers. And the smells! One of the solutions was the most awful odor he had ever been around. It was all very wierd, Conrad mused. Why the heck do they go through all of this trouble and time? Just to look good? For who? And what made it worse, was that the chatter was incessant! Everyone was speaking at the same time, it seemed. How could they all have so much to talk about!
Now in his late twenties and financially secure from money that was left to him, Conrad found himself sitting on that bench pining for those days at the beauty shop. The sprays and solutions, he figured he became addicted to them. The meticulous hairdos being formed and shaped. Those big curlers his cousins wore in their hair...all the time! And those silly looking, ritualistically tied-on plastic scarves they all wore over their new coif! He shivered, once again, when he thought about his cousin Debbie coming over to him at the shop with big colorful rollers in her hair, tying a big plastic bonnet over them, adjusting it while talking to him in a baby-like voice: "Does 'ittle Connie wanna go wid Debbie to da deli for eggy salad sandwiches? If so, put on your 'ittle rain bonnet so you don't get all wettie outside!" He gave a definite "NO" for an answer and she said she was sorry and just playing with him. She was 17 and he was 12 and he thought she was the best looking girl on the earth. He has never forgotten that 'playful moment' and "thinks" about it QUITE often! The family is all separated now, one here, one there, Grandma and Aunt Betty gone, the cousins married off and he had moved to this big city, far, far from anyone.
He had had a good day on the bench, he estimated about 50 new pics to peruse. He felt relatively safe and out of the way on that bench. The activity at BEA'S was such that no one would notice or pay him any attention and the bus stop was in front of TED'S which had just a few small windows up front with the bench out of view from inside. He got up and entered TED'S for a couple of stiff drinks before his evening bus ride home.
CHAPTER 2
Beatrice Ludwig and her assistant, Cindy Furr, stood back inside the beauty salon peering out the window at the man getting up from the bench. "He must have had a good day with Lydia, Marsha and Gloria all wearing bonnets out of the shop", Cindy commented. "What a sneaky little pervert he is!" said Bea. "Is everything ready and in place for his next visit to our street? I know the upstairs is ready...I saw IT today. They did such a wonderful job with it!" Cindy nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. And they are calling for rain and more of the same tomorrow. He'll be there, let's hope and the signs will be in place. Monique has the "tea" ready for brewing and has prepared the back room for a new client!"
"Splendid!" gushed Bea. "I am still marveling over the fine detective work Bonnie did discovering every little detail about Mr. Conrad Harrison. She really deserves a nice bonus for tying up all of the loose ends for us." "Yes, Ma'am. And Mr. Freddie and Mr. James will be so pleased to hear of our new client offering!" "NO! Not yet, Cindy-loo. We have a lot in front of us and much work to do before those two are informed. Which reminds me, did Monique secure the syringes and ribbons from Julie?" "Yes, Ma'am. And Andrea put together the initial "welcoming items" you'll need." "The hair-grow solution?" "yes, Ma'am. All ready." "Excellent! That sicko won't even know what hit him. I am going to retire to my sitting room to review all of the paperwork one more time. Will you lock up? And, by all means, pray for rain tomorrow!"
CHAPTER 3
The day was wet with more of the same. Even though Conrad had done so well yesterday with a very satisfying batch of photos, he knew he just had to return for more photo opportunities. At around 10 "NEW SHIPMENT ARRIVING! MUST MOVE INVENTORY - SAVE ON SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONERS! 50% OFF NETS, CAPS AND BONNETS!" The other large sign was an invitation: "ALL DAY OPEN HOUSE! JOIN US FOR TEA AND BISCUITS AND AN OVERVIEW OF OUR SPECIAL SERVICES!" Conrad could feel his heart thumping and the blood racing through his veins. What an excellent opportunity for him to go in to the beauty shop. He had done it once before, building up the nerve to go in and say he needed to buy some supplies for his Grandmother. The ladies were helpful and really didn't seem to think anything of it, but still, Conrad felt nervous and a bit strange and out of place. He crossed back over the street and headed for the bench, realizing that he wasn't really paying any attention to traffic or anything else going on around him. As he sat and unwrapped his bagel, trying hard to calm himself, he played the trip inside the salon out in his mind; simple: Casually go in and say that you're there for your Grandmother (again). She doesn't get to the city much but might like this beauty shop to have her hair done sometime. "Could he take a picture or two for her to see?" He would also buy her a couple of the discounted items.
He was calm now, sipping the great tasting coffee and tearing off bites of the large cinnamon bagel. There was a slight bit of activity inside the beauty shop which seemed to be mostly neighboring shop owners and lady friends from the neighborhood. He was growing very anxious now and began to build up the nerve to make his move. He'd walk up the street to the corner and then, in a brousing, shopper gait, walk back down the street and 'happen' upon the 'open house'. Conrad's hands shook as he thought about the rain bonnets he'd hoped to be buying (for his grandmother!) And, even if he didn't get a chance to take a focused picture, he'd just casually click away with the camera slung out of the way over his shoulder to his side......And as Conrad rose from the bench......
Beatrice and Cindy and Monique and Bonnie all glanced and smiled at each other nodding. He had indeed come, had taken the bait and was now about to boldly enter into their feminine world. Conrad Harrison was falling into their trap and about to begin paying for his naughty and oblivious perverted behavior toward them and their lady friend clients!
A buzzer sounded as Conrad opened the shop door and entered. There was a buzz of chatter from several different groups and much more activity than he anticipated. He was not the only male in the place, but he had the feeling that he was the only straight one! Cindy let him get comfortably into the supply store area before approaching him to offer help. Conrad thought she was beautiful! She had long, dark brown curly hair that was pinned up in a way that it fell in tendrils and accented her pretty dark eyes and perfect face. "Good Morning, Sir! Welcome! And can I be of any help to you? Perhaps a cup of tea and a biscuit while you look around our shop?" "Perhaps," said Conrad, "I was just walking by and saw your signs. My Grandmother always loves receiving new items from the beauty supply stores; she quite likes to keep up her appearance, if you know what I mean!" "Oh, yes I do, indeed, sir. I do!" "She might even like me to bring her in for an appointment some time in the future. Might I take some information and perhaps take a snapshot or two to pass along to her?" "Oh, yes. Be our guest. And what would you be looking for in the way of items to take to her. Shampoos and such?" "No. She seems to have plenty of that sort of thing. She likes new hair nets and things." "By all means, take a look at our current supply. All of those items are marked down half price to make room for a new shipment arriving next week. Please take your time and brouse our stock and I'll be at the register with a hot cup of tea for you when you are finished!"
Conrad was impressed with this well spoken beauty as he watched her turn and saunter away. She was in a smart, short black leather skirt and jacket and her long legs were made to look even longer by the black high heeled pumps strapped onto her feet and around her ankles. "Very sexy," Conrad thought. But he would never, ever be able to even begin to think that he could have something like her. He was way too shy. What he would give, though! Could he forget about all of his secrets, throw them out the window just to have her? He didn't need to buy anything here....then he saw the girl cuddling up to some nicely dressed guy near the refreshment table and he turned back to the reason he'd come in. As he saw all of the beauty supplies displayed, he quickly forgot all about the girl and began to select in his mind what 'Grandma' would like. Heart pounding, he came to the rain bonnets. "First, a net and sleep bonnet," he thought. "Then I'll pick the rain bonnets after the fact." Doing so, he came back and selected two different plastic rain bonnet styles, both being favorites of his. He hastened to the cash register to pay and found another pretty girl smiling at him in a helpful way.
"Find some goodies?" she said in a friendly, playful voice. "Yes. Perfect!" he answered. As Conrad finished paying and took his bag, Cindy approached with his promised cup of tea. The aroma was quite inviting, wafting a spiced orange scent as she handed the saucer and cup to him. Enjoy! And feel free to take a picture of our lovely shop for your grand-mommy. And, there are brochures at the front describing all of our wonderful services available. Bring her in!" "Thank you, so much! You've been so helpful! Thank you!" "Enjoy your day and we hope to see you soon!"
Conrad sipped the tea and walked back into the beauty salon a tad. There were ladies in the process of hair styling and such and he just had to get a good shot or two. He wanted a real live curler set pic and perhaps an 'under-the-dryer' shot. The tea was cooling now and he began to drink more of it down, wanting to finish and move on with his mission, then leave. He set the cup and saucer down on a sideboard and reached for his camera. He was back at his Aunt's beauty shop, the smells, the sounds. He wanted to stay here for the entire day and watch. "Pictures. Take the pictures," he told himself. He raised the camera but as he did, a wave of dizziness came over him. The world began to spin as he bent to his knees and blacked out.
CHAPTER 4
As consciousness slowly returned to Conrad, he became aware of soft, subtle sounds; the whir of a small motor, soft classical music and the banter of several women. He gradually opened his eyes but could not quite focus. His stirring prompted the women to silence and then he heard a commanding voice say "Lift your head, sweetie." He did so and blinked repeatedly to try and clear his vision. He began to see that there was a woman sitting in front of him and then a few others standing around behind and beside her. As he began to move, he realized that he was secured to the chair that he was in by leather straps; arms at his wrists, legs at his shins and body at his chest. He was strapped in and could not move! He became aware of some kind of cap on his head and he was wearing a black nylon gown of some sort! Pink ribbons tied in bows had been added, just for looks, around his wrists and the arms of the chair.
"Welcome to your new life, sissykins! Don't worry, you will be just fine; you've been having a little nap for an hour or so. Much has happened to you in that time but please DO NOT speak out of turn because we will punished you for that! I am your new Mother. You may call me Mommy or Mistress Bea, if you prefer. The girls here and I have decided to take you in and have begun preparations for your entry into our lovely feminine world here. Doesn't that sound SO exciting to you? Don't speak! Since your arrival at the beauty salon this morning, you enjoyed our drugged-lace tea which enable us to give you a beauty bath and remove all of your nasty body hair and make you baby soft. We, of course, left the hair on your head...we'll be needing that," she laughed! "But we've conditioned what you had and added a newly discovered solution called HAIRGRO." She raised a long riding crop from her lap and touched his head with it. "It's all under this sweet plastic cap!" As she said this, one of the other ladies came over and patted and fluffed the plastic all over his head.
"LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME GO, YOU CRAZY WITCHES!", Conrad finally blurted out. "LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!" He began to struggle against his bonds.
"The diaper bag, please, Monique!" At that, a younger woman snatched up a large white vinyl bag with long straps and held it open for Madame Bea. She retrieved an adult-sized pacifier from a plastic package and held it up. Monique took it from her and then proceeded to force the generous, bulb-shaped teat into Conrad's mouth, squeezing his cheeks to do so. With it fully inserted into his mouth, Monique attached an elastic strap to the large, circular pink plastic lip guard and the pacifier was secured in place. The rubber teat filled Conrad's mouth reducing his rant to a muffled "mmmph-mmmph".
"Enough!" Madame Bea seethed. "You will have NO say in this matter. Everything has been decided for you!" She then took the riding crop and open his dressing gown at his crotch. Conrad stared in utter horror at the clear plastic panties he was wearing showing his flaccid penis encased in a hot pink condom. "Look at your sweet, sweet plastic sissy panties, darling! All cute with pink ruffles around the legs and a precious little pink bow at the top! And look what's inside those pretty panties. Why it's your pride and joy. The thing you live by. The dirty little thing that you love to pleasure nightly. The very ticket to your new life. Look at it in there. All dainty and pink. Perhaps you are thinking that you would like Mommy to "milk" it for you, yes? Oh, my! Did I detect a little life coming to it? Maybe it likes those precious plastic sissy security panties after all!"
Conrad could not believe this. He could only shake his head 'no' as he looked from one woman to the next and then around the room. It was a beauty salon, but not the one he had entered earlier. It was smaller with only 6 styling chairs that he could see. It was VERY feminine in decor with pinks and light purple motif. There was a wall filled with framed pictures of women with elegant styled hairdos. There was a row of 4 domed hair dryers across the room and he saw that two of them were occupied by girls in curler sets drying and looking at magazines. That was the whirring noise he had first heard.
"Now, then, my precious little sissy, before we continue with you, let me tell you a few tid-bits. My closest, dearest friends and business associates have come together to create a most interesting group...a club, if you like. We all enjoy having and keeping "unusual girls", I guess you could say. We are a special group of ladies whose husbands have died or divorced us. We are rich and enjoy the pampered lifestyle of a glamorous woman, but over the years we've sort of become bored with real men. We felt there was nothing left for us to do, and we cared very little for dating and finding a new man. In fact, real men never meant all that much to us to begin with. Then one magical night at our exclusive club we discovered the magic of forcefully feminizing a man and turning him into a sweet sissy girl and our mental strength was renewed. We knew we'd found our place in life, doing what we do best, spreading glamour. It brings us immense pleasure. Eventually the men we feminize slowly begin to love and adore it too and soon they are totally immersed in their glamorous feminine lifestyle themselves!"
"There are two sweet sissies over there under the dryers right now. Their Mistress Mommies are out enjoying a shopping trip while their girls are having their hair and nails done here at the Poofie Girls Beauty Salon. It is a special and very different beauty shop constructed just for our sissies back behind my real salon for real ladies. It is very private and has equipment for forced feminization projects such as built-in confinement styling chairs for unwilling sissies. And there is soooo much more which you will come to see and learn in due time, sweetie. Your new home will be upstairs from here. Some of the girls have helped to design a brand new living space just for a precious new born baby girl! Yes that's what you will become, my dear, because you have sooo much to learn and be trained for. Yes, a sweet pink baby girl! How absolutely delightful!"
Conrad "mmmphed and aaahhhed" as Madame Bea continued. Our Bonnie did some fantastic detective work on you and we know all about you. Your nightly rituals, your porn-filled computer, the pictures you've taken of the ladies leaving here for months and months. We know about you taping those pictures to the outside of a clear plastic freezer bag and masturbating your precious friend into it, spurting your gooey cum inside the bag pretending it's the mouth of the lady in the picture. Isn't that right, little Connie?" He shook his head vehemently. "Oh, yes. And we know that you did not buy those rain bonnets for your sweet grandmother because Denise worked for your grandmother years ago and knows that she passed on three years ago. What DID you do with those bonnets you purchased here last December for "your Grandmother's stocking"? Cindy bring the bonnets our sweetness bought today."
Cindy took one of the plastic rain bonnets out of the salon bag and it's package and began to unfold it right in front of Conrad's face, then bouncing it playfully on her hand. "Go ahead, Cindy-loo," said M. Bea, "let's see how it fits!" Cindy placed it over Conrad's plastic processing cap and tied a big bow under his chin. "Oh, how adorable, sweet sissy! Is that what you do with YOUR rain bonnets? Mmmm? Did you try them on and pretend to be one of the ladies from our shop?
"Bonnie saw your collection of rain bonnets and also the one tied over the wig set in curlers and placed on your opened-mouth blow-up doll's head! You actually did a nice job setting the rollers, says Bonnie; perhaps there's hope somewhere for you! And so, speaking of curlers, we must get you set. I would like to hear you beg me to put your baby girl hair up in curlers first though. If you do not and begin to say anything other than, I shall ask Donna there under the hair dryer on the left to come over to have her sweet sissy peepee penis rubbed by you. Would you like that?" HE SHOOK HIS HEAD "NO"!! "Then when your new Nanny, Monique, removes your paci, I want to hear your wishes to have your hair set."
Monique, who was very sexy and attractive to Conrad, came over and put her hand on the front of his pacifier. "Are you ready?" she said in a strange, little flirty voice. "Nanna will pop your wittle paci out when you nod 'yessie'." It took a while and M. Bea even had to snap her fingers and call out Donna's name, but Conrad finally nodded and Monique delicately removed the paci/gag. As she pulled it out of his mouth it made a popping sound; had he actually begun to suckle on the rubber teat? He whimpered as all the ladies around looked at each other and giggled! "Donna!", M. Bea repeated. Conrad then began to speak in a very hushed voice, "Please Mistress Bea, will you put curlers in my hair?"
"Which curlers little girl?" "The big colorful ones, please." M. Bea was now quite serious. "I'm sorry, little one but the big colorful ones are for big girls. You must ask Mommy if you can have the sweet little pink plastic curlers made just for little girls put in your hair.....go on, ask!"
Conrad felt utterly defeated. He figured the best thing to do was to play along and then leave when the opportunity arouse. He certainly had no intention of becoming their sissy and definitely was NOT going to play with some sissy-boy's penis. He mustered up his gumption and blurted out, "Please Mommy, will you set my hair in the little girl pink curlers? Please, Mommy, please?!
"Why, that was wonderful little Connie! Of course we will!....(she motioned for Monique to replace the pacifier ) and, why, we'll bring in Andre from the front salon to do it! He does soooo enjoy it! But he does have a boyfriend currently, so I wouldn't expect much in the way of flirting. He does, however, enjoy 'milking' our new, helpless sissy boys, so that may be something to look forward to! I believe your hair has had time enough to grow out just a little bit more and should be fine for a little girl setting!" Madame Bea rose from her stool in front of Conrad and motioned to one of the girls. "Have Donna prepare her lips, please...and, I believe we need a proper sissy baby girl name for Miss Conrad Harrison. Connie just doesn't do it for me. Girls?" "How about Sissy Sally or Sara," Cindy said. "Or, Baby Candy or Tammy," said Monique.
"Let's make it CANDY!" said M. Bea. "Little sissy baby girl Candy, our new iddle pink, plastic baby girlie!"
All the ladies and girls clapped and ushered the sissy named Donna over into the fray. M. Bea pronounced, "Our precious Donna has been such a good girl this month, I think she should be the one to officially welcome our new baby girl Candy!" The shy sissy named Donna, walked slowly over to Conrad's beauty station and stood waiting for instructions. "Dearest Sissy Donna, I know that this is just an infantile little sissy newbie," M. Bea began, "but the ladies would like for YOU to please give her her initial SISSY KISS! Are your poofy lips all glossed and ready?" The sissy Donna nodded 'yes'. "Then proceed, please ladies!" Monique popped 'Candy's' paci 0out of her mouth and motioned Donna in to plant her kiss. Donna, with head still full of big curlers, leaned in and put her glossy poofed up lips on Conrad's mouth. Donna kissed Conrad's lips and then inserted 'her' tongue into his mouth and continued to sissy kiss Conrad for nearly a minute before M. Bea called it off. "Enough! There will be plenty of time for this sort of thing later! Fetch Andre for her curler set and penis spurt; then Monique will remove little miss Sissy Candy to her baby girl wittle pink nursery! Oooo!!
CHAPTER 5 (Thanks for the encouragement...it helps alot!)
Conrad was TOTALLY grossed out by the long slurpy kiss from the sissy in curlers! It seemed obvious that the feminized boy was a bit reluctant to kiss another sissy but he sure seemed to enjoy the moment and Conrad could not miss the hard bulge under the sissy's pink satin panties rubbing up against his thigh. This really has to be a dream, he thought; there is NO WAY this is actually happening. He had been turned in the salon chair to face the large mirror in the beauty station. The image he saw was ghastly! A figure under a black nylon cape with pink ribbons at the wrists, a clear plastic shower-type cap over the head and the big pink plastic disc of a baby's pacifier in the middle of the face!
Reality set back in for Conrad when a sliding door opened at the side of the room and in flitted a man who was already talking as he entered. "Girls, now, really! I cannot believe you are pulling me away from my busy day to do your dirty work! Why, anyone of you could set this sweet thing's hair....you really do take advantage of us homosexuals...really, why I have Mrs. Finley ready to come out of the dryer, Charlene all in foils and ready to move one, Mrs. Michaels ready for her tease and spray and Mrs. O'Donnell under a processing cap...really! Oh! How sweet! Why this one has a pacifier in it's widdle mouffy....you really are getting creative back here, Bea! Diapers, too? Let me see, now....OH MY GOD! Those are THEE CUTEST plastic panties I have ever seen in my entire life! Where on earth did you find them. I just adore the pink bow at the top and, oh the frillies are sooooo sissy! Donald would love those on me! We sometimes like a kinky twist.....and a hot pink condom! You DO NOT have to tell me where you got THOSE! And, by the way, I will not be milking this little fairy today.....Donald heard about the last time and he will SLAP ME SILLY if he hears that I did it again....(I would tell him of course)....so I 'm just not doing it. Period. Are these the curlers you want in....1 inch pink brush? Cute for a baby! Why no diapers? Love those sweet panties. Let's get this cap off and get you rolled up....they'll be screaming my name in 3 minutes out there!"
Andre began to put the small pink curlers in Conrad's hair, which had grown perhaps 2 inches. All this while the ladies and girls had smiled and giggled at Andre's entrance and had gone on about other duties and tasks. M. Beatrice, Monique and Julie stayed and watched as Andre quickly completed his setting and placed a pink net over the curlers to keep them in place and close to the head.
"You are the fastest, Sweetheart, that's why we ask you! Very nice and thank you so much! We appreciate you honesty with Donald and will have Monique make our new little one feel good about "her" curlers", said M. Bea. And I'll have Cindy get you a pair of those dainty plastic panties for all you do...toodles, Andre!"
"You are precious, Beatrice Ludwig, and you know I just adore coming back here and seeing your sweet little sissies getting all prettied up. And I love to help....you know that. Monique is a much better choice for the milking task! See you later...bye, girls!'
"Yes, my sweet little Candy....yes, I think I like that name...Candy. Why, you will probably become some of our client's candy in the not so far off future. Would you like that? It will be very exciting for a new little girl like you, mmmmm?"
"Puh eh oh oo eh oo ee!" (Please don't do this to me!)
"What was that?! There won't be any utterance of sound from our baby girl! You will be punished for another outburst such as that. I think we shall move on. Monique, the diaper bag has another surprise in it, I believe, does it not? Yes, baby. Only real women where plastic rain bonnets. But we have found you the most darling bonnet to go over your curlers today! Just look at this!"
Monique held up a clear plastic baby's bonnet that had pink sheep all over it and white lacy frills all around it. She placed it over Conrad's roller-filled head and tied a large bow under his chin. The bonnet extended out quite a bit and all Conrad could see were frills and the pink sheep on clear plastic. The bonnet crushed the brush rollers down onto his head even more and he winched with pain as they dug into his scalp! Then to add insult (or humiliation!) to injury, Monique took his plastic encased penis with her slim, long index finger and thumb and began to slide up and down, massaging the head, making the little flaccid thing come to life. Conrad could not believe it.
"Mmmm. Does that feel good, iddle baby girl? Oooo, yes! Nanna Monique is going to take such GOOD care of our iddle baby Candy. Yes, her wittle nursery is all ready for her and soon she be all cozy and snug in her iddle pink baby girl things! Yes, that's it. Spurt your widdle sissy creamies in the rubber and feel so sissyish for Nanna! Yes! Good iddle girlie for Nanna Monique! Now Nanna Julie will give you some sissy medicine and upsy-daisy to the nursery we'll gooey!"
Conrad had felt the orgasm throughout his body. He wasn't dreaming. This WAS happening. And it seemed like it wasn't going to end! He was becoming the sissy baby slave of these women and he was horrified!
The next thing he felt was a prick in his arm as Julie stuck a syringe there. Next she pulled his plastic baby bonnet back a bit to get to his face and proceeded to stick the needle in just above his upper lip on both sides. The big pacifier was left and kept securely in place. Conrad immediately felt a numbing in his mouth, his tongue and his lips.
"You must keep sucking your pacifier, baby girl, or Nanna Julie will punish you. Nanna Julie will be in charge of your discipline from now on and you WILL not like it if I have to punish you. GOT IT?" Conrad managed a slight nod. "GOOD! SUCK THAT RUBBER TEAT, SISSY!"
Conrad began to slurp and suckle the fat bulb even through the numbness. He also felt that his lips were big and puffy all of a sudden.
As the two Nannies began to undo the straps that held him into the chair, he realized that his muscles were numb, as well. He was slow and could not react quickly. He was putty. Putty in the hands of Madame Bea and her lady throng!
CHAPTER 6
Julie, Monique and Conrad rode the elevator to the floor above the Poofie Girls Beauty Salon. He had been placed in a large baby stroller and strapped in at the waist, mainly to keep him from falling out rather than escaping. The drugs made him a complete weakling, totally unable to resist. The elevator opened into a large sitting room with several sofas and matching chairs all around the room focusing on a large baby's playpen in the middle.
"Shall we begin our little tour for Baby?" Julie said, motioning Monique to push the stroller into the room. "This is where all of the ladies will gather to see our precious baby girl shown off and playing with her little dollies and baby toys. It is also certainly large enough for a special wittle baby playmate to join you in there; and look at the sweet plastic cover for the mat with little pink and white lambs all around it! It has been decided that we must protect the mattresses and furniture, as well as your sweet baby dresses, from all the baby accidents, spit-ups, gurgles, drools, what-have-you. There will definitely be plastic everywhere. But you will like that very much, won't you Baby Candy! It is certainly the most practical material for a baby's nursery....so protective AND cleanable!"
Through the sitting room, they entered a kitchen area, complete with refrigerator, stove, microwave and walls of cupboards. There was a small table with 4 chairs but the main focus was a large-sized pink and white baby's highchair with a matching plastic covered seat cushion and pink patent leather straps at every possible position. "The large tray swings up from the side and locks into the feeding position. There are mechanical hands that can assist with feeding and restraint, AND the entire chair, with baby, can retreat on these little tracks back into this special feeding stall built into the wall!" Julie pushed a button on a remote she had picked up and the wall behind the highchair slid to the side revealing a glassed-in shower stall with clear plastic curtains hanging all around. Another button slid the glass open and the chair moved back into the stall, the glass closing behind it. "I have anticipated Punishment Feedings for baby and as we know, little babies can be very temperamental at feeding time, so this allows for Nanna to have her baby fed automatically and sufficiently in a completely washable space. There is a shower head above to clean off all the mess! Only one of the wonderful sissy baby-care inventions here in our new nursery! And, of course these cupboards are well stocked with oodles of yummy, pureed baby food and plenty of wipe-able bibs! Someone even came up with specially designed plastic feeding capes and bonnets for the feeding booth! Come along, now."
Next came the Playroom. Nanna Julie described it as the place that the baby girl would spend most of the time. I was basically a smaller, stark and sterile room with a large video screen on one wall and locker-sized cupboards and drawers on two other walls. And then there was the chair. "le Chair", Julie called it. It was completely mechanical looking; like a dental chair from perhaps the distant future. There were attachments everywhere around the chair: mechanical arms and hands, small video monitors, tubes and electrical lines, etc. It was a lounging-type chair with the pink body length cushion completely encased in a thick clear plastic cover. "This is where you will be trained, sweet Candy-kins. This is where you will learn all that you will be required to know. This is where you will become familiar with all the joys of your new life! Isn't it SO exciting, sweetness? Oh, yes. You are finally going to become something worthwhile in this life. Your Mommy is going to be so proud of her wittle baby girl....Oh yes she is! Now right through these double doors to Baby's Cribbie Nursery Room..."
The largest of all the rooms so far and the only one with windows, this was the picture of dainty pink baby girl room, if ever there was one! Pink fluffy carpet, nursery print wall paper with Hello Kitty and pink bows and pacifiers and little sheep. Three large dressers with 5 or 6 drawers each and a sweet girls vanity and chair all beautifully made of wood and painted pinks and whites. The focus of the room was an enormous matching crib with dolls and stuffed animals neatly arranged inside. The side rail was down and Conrad saw that the large fluffy mattress was completely covered in clear plastic. A baby mobile hung overhead. Two of the pastel stuffed bears were wearing plastic panties and one of the dolls had a plastic rain bonnet on over her hair. "They are playing with me," Conrad shivered as they turned him away to look at the diaper changing area complete with plastic covered mat and hydraulic lift. There were straps and mechanical helpers positioned around the changing table. Fluffy white diapers and plastic panties were stacked neatly on a shelf to the side with drawers below.
"Before baby is put in to her diapees we'll show her all of her sweet dresses and outfits the ladies have gathered." Monique cooed. "Just look at this enormous walk-in closet for baby!" All Conrad could see was pink fluffy frills, billowing chiffon and baby plasticwear. "Please, NO! This really can't be happening!"
The girls lifted him from the stroller and placed his limp body on the plastic mat of the changing table. They buckled a pink patent strap around his waist and placed his arms and hands above his head. His hands touched the plastic baby bonnet and he shivered and remembered that he also had pink curlers in his hair! Monique and Julie both snapped tight latex gloves on their hands and Julie pulled the sweet plastic sissy panties Conrad was wearing off. His pink condom covered "pinkie" was totally exposed and Julie gingerly pulled the condom off. "Oh, this is such a dainty and tiny little baby girl pinkie. Even when it gets a little stiffie it is still baby-sized. Oooo, but so much creamie comes out of it and your Nanna's will be able to do soooo much with baby's creamies, won't we Nanna Monique! Yes, we will!! Oh, my! This sissy condom is just dripping with creamies from baby....Nanna will just squeeze it all out into this little food container and pop it into the fridge. There. Oh, look. There is baby creamie all over Nanna's glovie...Mmmmm....it tastes so yummy! would baby like to taste?" Conrad shook his head back and forth and turned away from Julie. Monique turned him back and popped his pacifier out while Julie stuck her cum covered gloved index finger into his mouth.
"Suck, baby girl! Suck and lick it. Clean off Nanna's finger with all your sissy cream on it. Suck baby, suck! You will be trained to someday crave this taste and savor it in your sissy mouth! Now my thumb; clean it off!" Conrad had no choice but to slurp and gurgle because Monique was holding his nose closed. Monique moved her finger and thumb in and out to force Conrad into licking them dry. Then Julie dipped his baby paci into the container of cum and popped it back into his mouth and secured it. "Mmmm. Baby likes her creamie now, doesn't she! Good baby girl!"
After wiping and a sprinkle of baby powder, they pinned two soft fluffy diapers on him with large diaper pins with pink bows on them. Then Julie shook out big pair of clear pink plastic baby panties and pulled them up over the diapers. She checked the the entire diaper set was secure inside the plastic. Then a slightly smaller sized pair were added over top of the first ensuring snugness. Monique had selected a short night dress from the closet made of shiny white satin with dainty pink bows all around. They fit it over him and fluffed it all out. His plastic covered diapers could still be seen despite the dress.
"You WILL learn to peepee AND poopie in your diapers and plastic panties, sweetness. It is a necessity for you now! You WILL NOT do creamies in your diapees...NO! You WILL be punished for this. Your loving Nannas will control this for you and you will creamie only when we wish! Now it is time for your nappy-poo and bottle so it's into your cribbie with all of your new friends for sleepie."
Monique produced a big clear glass baby bottle with a large rubber nipple from the refrigerator and helped Julie carry Conrad to the crib. A plastic strap went around baby's waist and up went the side rail. Julie pushed a button on control panel bear the crib and a mechanical hand appeared above Conrad's head. Monique shook out a large plastic bib with a dribble catcher at the bottom and tied it on baby with a bow behind the neck. The bib was trimmed in pink and had a picture of a pacifier on it. The hand was given the bottle of white liquid and it was guided down into baby's mouth and practically clamped into place by the hand. It was an odd taste and slightly thick. He resisted it but eventually was forced into a sucking rhythm with the need to swallow. Another button was pushed and a clear plexi-glass crib cover came out of the wall to attach to the top of the crib. Conrad was a prisoner in a plastic baby world!
" Drink your bobba all up, baby girl and sweet dreams until later!"
