The Beautiful Virgin Bride

XXX The Beautiful Virgin Bride

SissyZoey

A man is forced to become the Bride at his own Wedding.

Posted on June 27th, 2012 ~ 4:41 am

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CHAPTER 1-PROLOGUE (other pts under "replies")
I heard bells ringing everywhere. People staring from the church benches. It was both the worst and best day of my life. Then she came down the aisle. Her name was Lisa, the nmost wonderful person in the entire world. Reality seemed to stop as our eyes met. We'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. Well, at least she had. I might have, too if it wasn't for the little "Thing" that kept bothering me. Finally she reached the altar where the confused priest uttered the words: “You may now kiss the bride.” I leaned over and pushed the Wedding Veil out of my face and kissed Lisa. Her shiny black Tuxedo folded up as she leaned in to kiss me. My dress started to ride up, not as far as to see the white-laced bra and corset or the white frilly panties but far enough to see the edges of my stockings and my white bridal "f*** me" heels. As we were kissing, time seemed to slow down. My long, blonde wig started to get in my face but I didn't push it out. My sexy pink lipstick started to smear a bit on Lisa's lips. She kept on kissing, and when it was over time went back to normal. Everyone started cheering. Lisa's wig was starting to slide so she pushed it back. She then re-applied my make-up and we got our wedding rings. They were different. One said the word "BRIDE" in shiny pink letters in a silver frame and had hearts and stars. The other, clearly marked "GROOM" had that one word and what looked like a metal chain wrapping around it. We got our rings, and put them on immediately. “Oh, I'm so happy right now!” Lisa said, loudly. We were now married. Except one problem. I was the Bride with the bra and corset and heels and panties. She was the Groom with her low-cut hair and lack of makeup. I am a male. She is a Female. Actually, at that point, she was more of a man than me physically and mentally. So,you might be asking yourself right about now: “Waaaaiiiittt. She's the Groom and the guy is the Bride? How does that work?” Well, yeah. I'll tell you how this all started.
CHAPTER 2-HOW THIS ALL GOT STARTED
It all started a Dave's. Dave's was a local bar in the small town I lived in. I usually went there every Friday after work. I knew the owner/bartender pretty well. And Yes, for all those irony lovers out there, his name was Dave. He'd been in the buisness for twelve years now. He was a nice guy. Sometimes my drink would be free. When it wasn't, it was usually because he wasn't making enough money to fill his quota that month. We'd been good friends since College, where we both studied biological science. We both got our degrees. I went on to become a biological engineer, but Dave wanted to start his own bar he had dreamed about for a while. So there. But anyway, as I was watching NFL sipping my beer, she sat down next to me. I noticed somebody sat down so I tried to greet her. “Hi there”...I turned my chair around. “Holy...good looking....”
“Well, thank you.”
She had the voice of an angel. It swept through my body like a nice, warm breeze. She wore a tight fitting black and pink skirt with a matching top. She had her hair in a ponytail that wrapped around her shoulder beautifully. H...hu...hi. I'm John. It was hard for me to say that. Nervousness swelled up in my throat, making each and every word difficult as to not embarrass myself.
“Oh, hi. I'm Lisa. I just moved here.”
“Really? Where?”
“Well, I'm not sure I should tell you, considering we just met thirty seconds ago and I don't know how many drinks you've had tonight.
“Don't worry, I didn't drug him up too bad.” Stated Dave, who stood at the other end of the bar. I glared at him. He smiled back. “You seem nice enough...John.” she said, slowly. I felt giddy and happy, like a 6 year old winning a spelling bee at school. “I live at 138 Maple Drive. My heart did a flip.
“138 Maple Drive!? That's the house right across from mine! I'm 139 Maple Drive!”
“What a coincidence!” Finally the words came out of my throat. “Hey, do you have a boyfriend?” She smiled a smile that made my insides turn to goo and my heart pump a mile a minute. “Yes.” My smile faded quickly. Despair rippled around my body. “I'm just kidding! Yes, I would like to go out with you sometime.”
“That sounds fantastic.” I said enthusiastically. “Wow, it's 10:30 already. Time flies when you meet cute guys.” She said to herself. “I gotta get going. Oh, and here's my phone number.” I took the slip from her hand gently. “See you soon, John!” She said as she walked out the door. “People these days get e'm too quickly.”Dave muttered.
CHAPTER 3- THE GIRL ACROSS THE STREET
So there I was, as happy as a guy could get. I had just met the girl of my dreams, and to think she was right across the street! Life felt amazing. Until "it" happened. I decided to man up and just ask for the date. I called Lisa, and she wasn't home. The next day I called her again. And yet nobody answered. The third time I tried to call, I half expected for nothing to happen.

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Amanda66

Posted June 27th, 2012 ~ 1:42 pm

Very good beginning, Hope to see you post more soon!!!! :)

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krystalasbaby

Posted June 28th, 2012 ~ 9:30 am

great start, looking forward to the next few chapters

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SissyZoey

Posted June 28th, 2012 ~ 5:33 pm

CHAPTER 1-PROLOGUE
I heard a bells ringing everywhere. People staring from the church benches. It was both the worst and best day of my life. Then she came down the aisle. Her name was Lisa, the nmost wonderful person in the entire world. Reality seemed to stop as our eyes met. We'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. Well, at least she had. I might have, too if it wasn't for the little "Thing" that kept bothering me. Finally she reached the altar where the seemingly confused priest uttered the words: “You may now kiss the bride.” I leaned over and pushed the Wedding Veil out of my face and kissed Lisa. Her shiny black Tuxedo folded up as she leaned in to kiss me. My dress started to ride up, not as far as to see the white-laced bra and corset or the white frilly panties but far enough to see the edges of my stockings and my white bridal "f*** me" heels. As we were kissing, time seemed to slow down. My long, blonde wig started to get in my face but I didn't push it out. My sexy pink lipstick started to smear a bit over Lisa's lips. She kept on kissing, and when it was over time went back to normal. Everyone started cheering. Lisa's wig was starting to slide so she pushed it back. She then re-applied my make-up and we got our wedding rings. They were different. One said the word "BRIDE" in shiny pink letters in a silver frame and had hearts and stars. The other, clearly marked "GROOM" had that one word and what looked like a metal chain wrapping around it. We got our rings, and put them on immediately. “Oh, I'm so happy right now!” Lisa said, loudly. We were now married. Except one problem. I was the Bride with the bra and corset and heels and panties. She was the Groom with her low-cut hair and lack of makeup. I am a male. She is a Female. Actually, at that point, she was more of a man than me physically and mentally. So,you might be asking yourself right about now: “Waaaaiiiittt. She's the Groom and the guy is the Bride? How does that work?” Well, yeah. I'll tell you how this all started.
CHAPTER 2-HOW THIS ALL GOT STARTED
It all started a Dave's. Dave's was a local bar in the small community I lived in. I usually went there every Friday after work. I knew the owner/bartender pretty well. And Yes, for all those irony lovers out there, his name was Dave. He'd been in the buisness for twelve years now. He was a nice guy. Sometimes my drink would be free. When it wasn't, it was usually because he wasn't making enough money to fill his quota that month. We'd been good friends since College, where we both studied biological science. We both got our degrees. I went on to become a biological engineer, but Dave wanted to start his own bar he had dreamed about for a while. So there. But anyway, as I was watching NFL sipping my beer, she sat down next to me. I noticed somebody sat down so I tried to greet her. “Hi there”...I turned my chair around. “Holy...good looking....”
“Well, thank you.”
She had the voice of an angel. It swept through my body like a nice, warm breeze. She wore a tight fitting black and pink skirt with a matching top. She had her hair in a ponytail that wrapped around her shoulder beautifully. H...hu...hi. I'm John. It was hard for me to say that. Nervousness swelled up in my throat, making each and every word difficult as to not embarrass myself.
“Oh, hi. I'm Lisa. I just moved here.”
“Really? Where?”
“Well, I'm not sure I should tell you, considering we just met thirty seconds ago and I don't know how many drinks you've had tonight.
“Don't worry, I didn't drug him up too bad.” Stated Dave, who stood at the other end of the bar. I glared at him. He smiled back. “You seem nice enough...John.” she said, slowly. I felt giddy and happy, like a 6 year old winning a spelling bee at school. “I live at 138 Maple Drive. My heart did a flip.
“138 Maple Drive!? That's the house right across from mine! I'm 139 Maple Drive!”
“What a coincidence!” Finally the words came out of my throat. “Hey, do you have a boyfriend?” She smiled a smile that made my insides turn to goo and my heart pump a mile a minute. “Yes.” My smile faded quickly. Despair rippled around my body. “I'm just kidding! Yes, I would like to go out with you sometime.”
“That sounds fantastic.” I said enthusiastically. “Wow, it's 10:30 already. Time flies when you meet cute guys.” She said to herself. “I gotta get going. Oh, and here's my phone number.” I took the slip from her hand gently. “See you soon, John!” She said as she walked out the door. “People these days get e'm too quickly.” Dave muttered.
CHAPTER 3- THE GIRL ACROSS THE STREET
So there I was, as happy as a guy could get. I had just met the girl of my dreams, and to think she was right across the street! Life felt amazing. Until "it" happened. I decided to man up and just ask for the date.

Sorry guys. I can't finish the story. When I try to type it deletes it. I can't figure it out. Does anybody know why?

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SissyZoey

Posted June 28th, 2012 ~ 9:40 pm

It rang once, twice, and finally somebody picked up. “Lisa here, may I ask who's calling?”
“Um...hi lisa. This is John calling. I wanted to see if you'd go to the movies with me tonight.”
“Omygosh yes!”
“Great. See you at seven thirty!”
“See you later...Cutie.”
I blushed, knowing there was nobody in the room anyway. At seven thirty I walked across the street to Lisa's house. She met me at the front door.
“You ready to go?”
“Almost, just give me a second”
She walked back into her house. I peeked in. It seemed like a normal house. An average sized TV sat on a stand.There were two
couches, both deep blue. I saw an open door leading to a room with yellow walls and a tiled floor. I guessed it was the kitchen. I caught a fleeting glimpse of Lisa walking up a staircase that was painted bright pink.She came back later with a black purse. “All set?”
“All set.” She replied.
We took my car to the movie theater. When we got there we looked for what to see.
“How about a chick-flick?” lisa suggested. “Sure, I guess.”
This was the first time I'd gone on a date with a girl I liked a lot. I did NOT want to screw this up. “Hey John, how about we see that movie “The Sissy Kiss”? “Um, sure.” I replied.
“Two tickets to The Sissy Kiss, please.” The girl behind the window looked at me and smiled. I stared at her in confusion. As she gave us our tickets, I thought I heard her giggle as we entered the theater. When we entered the theater, I didn't think there were any guys in this theater, which just made me more confused than I already was. Lisa came back about 20 minutes later with our drinks. “What took you so long?”
“Um, long line.” she replied quickly.
CHAPTER 4-THE DATE (AND AFTER)
The theater got dark, and the movie started. When the actual movie started, I thought I heard soft, calm music in the background. The screen went bright white, and I started to get really tired. The screen started to flash different shades of pink, and I couldn't remember anything after that. I do remember Lisa nudging me when the theater was lit up, meaning the movie was over.
“Wha...what happened?”
“You fell asleep, silly!”
“Really? I don't remember anything.”
“You blacked out just before the movie started.“
“Oh, well I'm sorry.”
“Don't be. It was a chick-flick. They're all pretty much the same.”
“Touché.”
We drove home. I felt a strange kind of tired. Not like sleepy-tired, but like Drink-a-lot-of-beer tired. We went back to my house. I was feeling kinda dissapointed about this date. I decided we were gonna need to have sex for this date to be the least bit worthwhile. Don't get me wrong, I really loved lisa, but sleeping through the movie? I must have seemed like a jerk back there. I decided to at least ask.
“Hey Lisa, do you think we could, oh, I dunno, get in bed?”
She stared at me, a bit confused.
“Like, right now?”
“I thought you'd never ask!” she said, jumping into my arms, knocking me onto the bed. She loomed over me. I was on my back while she kneeled over me, her arms outstretched over my shoulders. “Hey John.”
“Yeah?”
“You know what would be amazing, a real turn on?”
“What?” I said, not knowing if this was good or bad.
“If like, you wore my pink ruffle panties while we do it.”
“What? No way! I'm not a transvestite!”
“No no, not like that. It just gets me aroused when tough men, like you, wear girly things. It just gets me going, you know?”
“Well, mabye...”
“Please John? For me?”
“I guess...but I want to make a deal.”
“Lay it on me.”
“I'll wear your pink ruffle panties all night and while we're doing it if you put your hair into pigtails like all the girls did in third grade.”
“That is a totally sexy idea.”
“Then let's do it!” She smiled at me. After 15 minutes, she had her hair into pigtails and I was wearing her extremely feminine pink ruffle panties. I sort of liked it. The soft satin rubbing against my skin...the roomy feel of it. It just felt good. Why do I feel good wearing this? I kept asking myself. It was a long, and very, VERY pleasurable night. At one point lisa started rubbing my ass with some cream. It felt really good, being rubbed that way. Then she rubbed down my chest and especially my nipples. Again, pleasurable through and through. Then we embraced each other and kissed. We kissed while we had sex, and then we locked tongues and started really doing it hard. Lisa grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and we drank and drank and drank. We woke up then next morning covered in what looked like a mixture of cum and beer. I got up, dizzy from the amazing feelings last night. I looked down. I was wearing a purple corset with a skimpy pink petticoat and a pushup leapord-print bra. Socks had been stuffed in my bra to give the illusion of breasts.
I turned around and saw lisa naked, a strap-on dildo tied to where her crotch is. “What the f***ing hell did we do last night to get to this?” I thought.“Lisa, wake up. Come on, wake up.” No movement. I started to panic a little. “Please lisa, wake up!” I was starting to yell.

To Be a Sissy or not to be a Sissy-
That is the question.

"Really? Because I'd say To Be a Sissy! Diaper me, Please!"
"Umm...Okay.

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baby james

Posted June 29th, 2012 ~ 6:05 am

I like it.. Can you tell me if this story involves diapers.. Thanks

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SissyDesiree

Posted June 29th, 2012 ~ 5:52 pm

I don't know what the problem is. But I see that some people just start a new reply each time they post a new section of the story.

I like it so far.

- Sissy Desiree

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SissyZoey

Posted June 30th, 2012 ~ 3:35 am

I like it.. Can you tell me if this story involves diapers.. Thanks

Don't worry, it will involve diapers. I wanted to have a good sized storyline leading up to the best parts. Dramatic tension, you know? And for that other guy's question- It'll get more exciting as the story goes. this is a hard question, i have to tell you as much as i can about the story without revealing too much. Just keep checkin in. I update daily. No, seriously, i go on this site each and every day to see wat's happenin in the cute, diapered world of sissy babies.

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baby james

Posted June 30th, 2012 ~ 8:29 am

Awesome story. Glad there will be diapers, I LUVS my diapers lol..

I'm 100 straight, but I do have a fantasy about my gf/mommy. We were so close to doing it, but we didn't get around to doing it. I want her to dress me like a baby girl, and dominate me. I could just imagine, her lifting my dress up and rubbing me all over. That would be one big turn on.

Hope Lisa baby her sissy. diapers, bottles, breast fed ect.. lol. Can't wait to see where this goes.

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SissyZoey

Posted July 2nd, 2012 ~ 1:13 am

“Lisa, please wake up!” By now I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Uhh...uh...oh, John...”
“Yes, thank you! Thank you! Lisa get up! It's tomorrow!”
She grinned. “Oh wow. Last night was amazing...”
“Lisa, quick question, WHY ARE YOU WEARING A DILDO?” She looked down and smiled. “I have no idea...” She was still smiling, making it pretty obvious she knew the origins of where it came from. I didn't really care. I mean, hey, we were drunk as hell last night. Anything could have happened. We got up, and I threw on some clothes. Lisa asked me if I wanted any coffee or tea or something. I said coffee would be nice. 10 minutes later she came back with two cups of coffee.
“I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I just used milk.”
“That's fine. I like milk.”
I drank from my coffee slowly. It was...delicious.
“What did you put in this? It tastes really good!”
“Just some special milk.”
“Special?”
“Yeah, I saw it in the store and decided to buy some.”
“Buuut....this is my house.”
“I picked it up after the movie.
“What brand? It's really good.”
“It didn't have a name...”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Not really.”
We drank the rest of our coffee. Then Lisa went home, saying that she needed to rest after what we did last night. I decided to rest too. After Lisa left, I took a nap. I stripped down and climbed into bed. I started to get drowsy and slipped into a deep sleep. Before I fell into unconsciousness, I thought I heard the same music from the theater coming from my bedroom window. I fell asleep anyway. When I woke up, my underpants felt heavy. I reached down and realized three things: 1.) My underpants, along with my bed, were SOAKED in warm, wet fluid.
2.) The back of my underpants felt mushy and smeared over my ass.
3.) I wasn't wearing underpants. I was still wearing Lisa's panties!
I had pissed and crapped in HER panties! What was she gonna say? She'd probably brake up with me! I had to hide them before she...DING-DONG! The doorbell rang. I ran to the door. Seconds before I opened the door, I put the panties behind my back, and opened the door with one hand. “Hello?”
“Hey, John. I came back for my panties. Remember? The one from last night?”
Oh crap! It was Lisa!
“What are you holding behind your back?”
“Nothing...”
“Seriously? What is it?”
She grabbed my arm and forced my arm to come around to my front.
“Now what do we have here?”
“Lisa, it's not what it looks like...”
“Awww...did da baby-waby go potty-wotty in his panty-wanty?”
“What? Your not...mad?”
“Nah...I like a guy that acts younger.
My cheeks went bright red.
“I might be able to help.” She said, almost excited. “How?”
She ran back to her house and brought back a small cardboard box, about the size of a shoebox.
“Here, try these.” She said, pulling out a large, white object.
“Diapers?”
“No, these are special.”
She made me take off my pants. She slid up the "Diapers" until they were up so high that they covered my belly-button. I tried to walk, but found out that the puff in the diaper was so large that it separated my legs by 8 inches. I had to waddle to move. Then I suddenly fell down to my knees and found I had to crawl like an infant.
“What in hell are these?” I said, pointing to the diapers.
“These are special diapers made just for adults. They are for adults that have problems with their bladders.”
“But I don't have bladder problems! This is the first time I wet the bed since I was five.”
“Whatever you say, baby, but these should help.”
“Thanks anyway.”
Lisa left. I crawled back into bed, the diapers still on. As I crawled in, the puffy feel of the diapers against my skin felt really good. They gave me a sensation of warmth, safety, and security. I drifted off into slumber again. Again, the soft music. When I awoke, the diapers were soiled. Even more than Lisa's panties. Poop filled the end of the diaper. Warm pee streamed down my legs, into the back of my diaper where it gladly combined with the poop to create a diarrhea-like substance. My submerged ass felt sore. I got up (or crawled, as the puffyness didn't allow me to walk) and found that I couldn't get the diapers off. I had to tell Lisa, but what if someone saw me in the diapers? To make matters worse, I couldn't walk. I opened the front door, and peered out into the street.

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SissyZoey

Posted July 6th, 2012 ~ 2:44 am

When I awoke, the diapers were soiled. Even more than Lisa's panties. Poop filled the end of the diaper. Warm pee streamed down my legs, into the back of my diaper where it gladly combined with the poop to create a diarrhea-like substance. My submerged ass felt sore. I got up (or crawled, as the puffyness didn't allow me to walk) and found that I couldn't get the diapers off. I had to tell Lisa, but what if someone saw me in the diapers? To make matters worse, I couldn't walk. I opened the front door, and peered out into the street.
“This is going to be harder than I thought...” I said out loud. I crawled into the bushes in the front yard. I looked around, then scurried across the street. Luckily, I didn't see anybody outside. I got up to the front door, then pressed the doorbell multiple times. Finally Lisa answered the door. “Liiiissssaaaa!” You moan.
“What is it my baby doin' today?”
Lisa said, mockingly.
Lisa, I...I went in my diaper-thing overnight and I can't get it off.”
“Don't worry, John.”
She grabbed me and brought me into her house. She put me down on a circular table. She changed my diaper then rubbed by butt with baby powder. It felt good, like with the panties the night before. She then rubbed the same cream from the night before on my nipples, waist and ass. Then she diapered me again. She playfully slapped my padded butt. Cars were now starting to take the intersection around the street. In order to get back home, Lisa gave me a silky-feeling garment and a hoodie. I put the clothing on, then realized it was a knee-high skirt.
“Again, with the cross-dressing?” I asked frantically.
“Sorry. It was the only thing I could find that would hide the diaper.”
“But why do I have to wear it?”
“In case you have an accident, silly goose!”
I grinned. She holded my hand as I crossed the street. I know she's only doing it to give an illusion, but she is really starting to get into this "game."
Once I got back to my house, I said goodbye to Lisa. I asked her if she wanted her skirt back, and she only grinned and left. I guess not. I threw it in my closer then went to sleep. Surprisingly, my diaper wasn't wet or dirty when I woke up. My butt felt...heavier. I can't explain it. I touched my padded butt. I looked in the mirror next to my bedframe. My butt actually extended from the back of my waist. It had never done that before. Also, my nipples extended and were rounder than before. At first I thought I was just getting chubbier from the "Special Milk" Lisa gave me each week. I drank it at almost every meal. I then realized it couldn't, because my waist was thinner and smoother than before. I finally decided that there must be muscles under my nipples and butt that must be growing and they inflated a little bit because of it. I heard something outside my bedroom. I went to my living room to find a pink baby dress sitting on my couch, the window under it open. I grabbed the baseball bat from under my bed, and searched the house. Whoever was here was gone. I looked at the dress. It just sat there, blankly. I slipped it on over my head. The soft, silky feel which I guessed was satin felt amazing. I felt giddy inside, and my heart was pumping. I pranced around in the dress pretending to be a princess and posing in cute positions. I snapped out of it and threw the dress off, disgusted at myself. The doorbell rang. I opened it up, and Lisa was standing there with a cardboard box. “Uh...what's all this?”
I asked. “Just some things.” she said, pulling out a baby dress. It looked similar to the one snuck into my house. Except this one had frills and a puffy petticoat.
“Uh...what are those?” You ask, nervously. “Oh, I bought some clothes and I need to see if they fit. I was gonna do it myself, then realized I bought the next size up. I have a friend who is about your size, so could you try some of them so I know if thet fit or not?”
“Sure...I mean, no. I mean, sure.
She carefully slided the Dress and petticoat over me. I was loving this. I modelled a couple more dresses. The last one is a Schoolgirl blouse and mini skirt.
When I finished, Lisa started to pack the items away.
“Hey, Lisa, do you think I could, oh, I dunno, keep this one?”
“Sure, John. Any specific reason why?”
“I uh...like it.” I stuttered.
“Sure, I guess.”
I threw the dress in my closet. I felt drowsey all of a sudden. I plopped down onto the couch. Again, with the music. I woke up to find a crib in my bedroom. It was adult sized. I put on the baby dress outfit and diaper and sat in the crib. I found a baby bottle in the crib filled with milk. I began sucking on it. Special milk flowed out of it. I was confused. Who would do this, and why? The phone rang. I picked it up, and heard a familiar voice. “Hey John, come over my house, quick. This is gonna change your life.”
I hurried over to her house, not aware of what I was still wearing.
I was welcomed into her home. “Oh good, you're dressed the part.” I frowned, obviously confused.

To Be a Sissy or not to be a Sissy-
That is the question.

"Really? Because I'd say To Be a Sissy! Diaper me, Please!"
"Umm...Okay.

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krystalasbaby

Posted July 6th, 2012 ~ 11:17 am

Interesting stowy. Wov the way it going. Can not wait for next part

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marcorpsdoc

Posted July 6th, 2012 ~ 2:29 pm

Good story so far. The only question I have is why he couldn't take his diaper off himself.

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SissyZoey

Posted July 6th, 2012 ~ 9:27 pm

Good story so far. The only question I have is why he couldn't take his diaper off himself.

Sowwy if I didn't make it too clear. They are too tight, and at this point john is desperate so he is not thinking too clearly. (Not like he can SIT DOWN and think...heh, made a joke there.)

Next part under this post!

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SissyZoey

Posted July 6th, 2012 ~ 11:19 pm

The phone rang. I picked it up, and heard a familiar voice. “Hey John, come over my house, quick. This is gonna change your life.”
I hurried over to her house, not aware of what I was still wearing.
I was welcomed into her home. “Oh good, you're dressed the part.” I frowned, obviously confused.
I looked down and realized I was still wearing the cute baby dress.
“Uh...this isn't what it looks like.”
“Sure it's not. Just quickly, drink this.” She held out a small glass of opaque liquid. I drank the strange liquid. Instantly, I felt giddy and happy inside. The feeling felt like the one with the panties and diaper, but 10 times stronger. I couldn't help but giggle and smile. Lisa looked at me and grinned. She grabbed my hand softly, almost as to not break it. She led me over to a large pink crib. Inside were a couple Barbie dolls in pink dresses. There were also plush bunnies and other fuzzy toys. I got into the crib, and laid down on my back. I giggled and said words gibberishly. I felt the immediate need to say some things with a W instead of the original letters. “Wiiiissssaaaa!”
“Aww, you are so cute!”
At the sight of Lisa I felt warmth and nice feelings inside. She felt like my mother. “Mommy?”
I said.
“That's right, little baby.”
She leaned over me and took off her tank top. She took off her bright blue bra. Her exposed boobs were kind of large. They jiggled when she moved. They looked so good, so juicy...
She leaned over the crib and put her nipple up to my mouth. Another shove and the nipple was in my mouth. Special milk flowed out of it, into my mouth. It was the same, delicious taste as the milk Lisa gave me. I sucked and sucked and sucked, until I was satisfied. I played with a Barbie pretending it was me. I dressed it in all the pretty baby dresses. Then I snuggled with a plush bunny. I drifted off to sleep. I heard another music playing, but it was different. It was light and looty, but not soft and smooth like the other one. I woke up in the crib, my diaper soiled. Lisa changed me and rubbed more cream on me. My "Breasts" had grown to an A-cup. My butt was pretty big. I snapped out of it. I threw off the dress and jumped out of the crib, only to fall on my face. I started to forget. Where was I? How did I get here? Why was I wearing that dress? I didn't forget anything important like my name or adress, but I didn't know what happened last night.
“Oh, John, you're awake.”
“Hey Lisa, how did I get here?”
“That's not important right now. I need to ask you a question.”
“Yeah?”
“Will...you marry me?”
She held out a very feminine diamond ring. She slipped it on my finger.
“Yes! Yes! I will marry you!” I yelled. She then turned to me and said “Baby Johnatha.”
I felt giddy again, and lisa slipped a pair of high heels and a bridal dress. I screamed in happyness. A couple weeks later, the wedding was scheduled. So now we're pretty much up to the present. After the wedding was over, Lisa and I went home. After that, we were legally married. I work at a pharmacy, but on the weekends I am Lisa's baby. I now fully accept being Lisa's sissy baby bride. Lisa shows me off to her friends all the time. I don't mind. I just sit there and drool. I love Lisa as a Mommy, and she loves me as her baby.

The End.

So, did you like it? I did. Please, if you liked it, reply and spread the word. I'd like to become more noticed. Lov ya, and you know what I always say- Stay babied!

To Be a Sissy or not to be a Sissy-
That is the question.

"Really? Because I'd say To Be a Sissy! Diaper me, Please!"
"Umm...Okay.

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krystalasbaby

Posted July 7th, 2012 ~ 6:16 am

I wov your stowies. hope you have mor about being twicked in to nappies or forced. me weally wovs them...you write gweat

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krystalasbaby

Posted July 7th, 2012 ~ 6:17 am

you R Good writer. me wovs your stowy more pwesth

krystala's sissy baby

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SissyZoey

Posted July 7th, 2012 ~ 3:24 pm

"The Beautiful Virgin Bride" is probably my most-viewed story, but I have a couple other stories you might like. I have wrote:
The Witch's Dolls
The E Pills
My Girlfriend is a Witch!?
Multiple Personality Mike
and some other cool stories.

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