James Bond: The Spy Who Changed
By Amy Sadler © 2026
Author’s Notes
I do not own the rights to James Bond. All rights to James Bond Belong to Eon Productions and United Artists and Ian Fleming’s Novels. This is a complete fictional fanfic made story with a Sissy twist to the tale. My version of James Bond is however not based on any of the existing actors that have portrayed James Bond. This story deals with an alternate reality with an alternate version of James Bond.
Chapter One: The Summons
James Bond, as distinguished as ever with his sleek short black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp black three-piece suit, entered M’s office. The air was tense; even the usually stoic M seemed drawn. Bond’s shoes, polished to a mirror shine, echoed on the marble floor as he approached the desk.
“I have a new assignment for you, 007. Britain faces a new threat—by a man in a mask with red glowing eyes. He wears a black robe and calls himself Nightshade. He has captured several high-profile supermodels, whom he will only release if we give him you,” M announced, his tone grave.
“Me, sir? Why me?” Bond asked, genuinely perplexed by the news.
“Obviously, your reputation precedes you, 007. I want you—correction, the British Government needs you—to hand yourself over to Nightshade in exchange for the supermodels,” M replied, his voice deadly serious.
“What? You want me to just simply hand myself over to this madman?” Bond asked, his shock barely concealed.
“No, 007. The British Government, as you put it, want you to hand yourself over to this madman in exchange for the supermodels,” M replied, now even more stern.
“In that case, sir, I respectfully resign,” Bond responded defiantly.
“Permission denied,” M shot back.
“What?” Bond’s surprise deepened.
“I’m sorry, 007. You can’t resign on this one. The Government isn’t allowing it. You must do as they ask,” M said, his own discomfort surfacing.
“I won’t do it, I tell you,” Bond insisted, his defiance growing.
“Look here, James. The Government knows, as I do, that you’re capable of getting yourself out of dangerous situations. I order you, on behalf of the British Government, to do what’s been asked of you.”
Bond’s displeasure was evident, but duty prevailed.
Chapter Two: The
Rendezvous
His orders were peculiar, almost laughable—he was to go to a baby clothing store, of all places. The shop was called Clare’s Baby Clothing Boutique. There, he was to ask for Nightshade.
James entered the boutique, feeling awkward amid the racks of pastel baby clothes and accessories—most of them decidedly for baby girls. The aroma of soft cotton and powder filled the air. The shop owner, a woman named Clare, greeted him with a polite smile.
“Hello, my name is Clare. How may I help you, sir?” she asked.
“My name is Bond. James Bond, and I am here to see Nightshade,” he replied seriously.
Clare’s expression shifted to an odd, wicked smile. Suddenly, two muscle-bound men emerged from nowhere, surrounding Bond. He fought valiantly, but they overpowered him with brute force and rendered him unconscious.
Chapter Three:
Nightshade’s Lair
James awoke, groggy and restrained handcuffs and an ankle-locks securing him to a chair. He faced another, much *****r chair: a Gothic throne of black, brooding wood. Seated upon it was Nightshade, his face covered by a mask with unnerving red eyes glowing in the dim room.
“Welcome to my lair, Mr Bond. I am going to take great pleasure in breaking you,” Nightshade’s voice rasped, distorted by a mechanical filter.
“You must be Nightshade. You can try to break me, but you shall fail,” Bond replied, his confidence unshaken.
“We shall see about that,” Nightshade retorted darkly.
“You’ve got me now, Nightshade. Now let the supermodels go,” Bond demanded.
“They already left by the time you were brought to me,” Nightshade replied coldly.
“I don’t trust you,” Bond shot back, his anger rising.
“That is quite all right, Mr Bond. You don’t have to trust me. Now that I have you, you shall go through the first phase of my scheme,” Nightshade declared with an evil laugh.
“I shall do nothing of the sort,” Bond said defiantly. “I was expecting you to say Mr Bond. That’s why I have in my employ two very muscular hench men to carry out my bidding and they will always do exactly as I bid them to do.” Said Nightshade in a menacing and threatening manner. Just then, the two muscle bound men that Bond had faced before inside the Baby clothing shop, entered Nightshade’s lair. It was your very typical evil villain’s lair, with Gothic like architecture along with many rows of very advanced type of computers with state-of-the-art computer screens, etc. The two muscle bound men came toward James and released him from the handcuffs and the ankle locks. James ceased this moment to make his escape, as he tried to fight off the two muscle bound men, to no avail. He was simply overpowered and right there and then, he was stripped of all-of his clothes and then he was carried out of the throne room and taken to white walled room, where his fate awaited him.
Chapter Four: Phase 1
James was forced by the two muscle men to wear for some strange reason a set of bridal wear, complete with a frilly white wedding dress and a pair of 6in heal white shoes. Everything had been made in his sizes. James could not understand as to why he was being forced to dress like a Sissy version of a Bride. Once James was completely transformed, the two muscle bound men grabbed hold of him, carried him out of the white room and back into the throne room to face Nightshade. “You make a very cute looking Bride Mr Bond.” Said Nightshade with an evil laugh. “You can dress me up in anything you want you sick twisted psycho. I shall not break.” Said James in complete anger. “Oh, my dear Mr Bond, I do not expect you to break right away, this is only phase one of my scheme.” Said Nightshade, menacingly.
“If you are attempting to humiliate me in some way. It is not going to work.” Said James, defiantly. “Oh, my dear Mr Bond. I am not finished with you yet. You’ll see.” Said Nightshade, just then a woman with a camera entered the throne room. To Jame’s complete and utter shock, it was Clare from the Baby clothing shop. She gave James a wicked smile and then she took photographs of him in several poses, one included exposing his bridal underwear, which were a pair of white satin frilly knickers. The poses did not come natural to James; he was forced into them by the two muscle bound men.
Chapter Five: Phase 2
Once Clare was satisfied with the shots that she had gotten from James dressed like a Sissy Bride. Phase 2 of Nightshade’s scheme was soon put into action. James was literally carried out of the throne room, he was taken back to the white room again and stripped of-all-of his clothes and then he was forced to wear a 2 piece hot red bikini set, then he was taken out of the white room and taken to a beach of all places.
Now that he was outside and far away from Nightshade’s lair. He tried to make a run for it, but he did not get very far. The two big muscle-bound men easily caught up with him and took him back to the spot where they had placed him at. Where Clare was there to take photographs of him. Once again, he was forced into various poses by the muscle-bound men. The bikini bottoms had rows of lace white frills on the back. Why, James could not comprehend, other than that he got the idea that Nightshade was trying to make a Sissy out of him. James was determined not to let Nightshade succeed. After Clare was happy with the photographs that she had taken. James was taken back to Nightshade’s lair again and back inside of that white room, where laid out on a white table was a shimmering pink skirted leotard, a pair of shear-see-through tights and a pair of pink ice-skating boots.
Once again, James was stripped naked and forced to wear the pink skirted leotard. Once he was fully dressed, the two big muscle-bound men dragged him out of the white room and placed him in an ice rink, where there was a guy wearing a sparkly male skating outfit, ready to take James for a spin. James assumed that the guy in the sparkly outfit was to be his dance partner. But before he was made to dance on ice with the guy, he was as before forced not various poses for Clare to take photographs of him. However, she had not finished taking photographs of him. She waited for the dance ice-figure skating to begin and it did so. Somehow the guy in the sparkly outfit was able to lift James, high up into the air with ease, putting him however in the most humiliation positions, possible, while Clare captured every embarrassing and humiliating moment.
Chapter Six: Phase 3
Once Clare had finally finished taking every shot of Jame’s humiliation, he was dragged by the two muscle-bound men out of the ice rink and back into the white room, where he was stripped naked once more. This time the two muscle-bound men held James while Clare this time however came up to James and placed under his naked bottom, a very thick white towelling nappy, one big enough to fit him, as Clare pinned the nappy at either side and then she turned to fetch something and brought it for James to see what it was. It was pink and very crinkly, with masses of white lace ruffled frills that went from back to the front of what was obviously a pair of ultra–Sissy Baby, frilly plastic pants. James tried to squirm as Clare slowly put the frilly plastic pants over his waist.
But the two muscle bound men held him steadfast. James could not move a muscle. Not that he had any muscles. He was of a surprisingly slim build, but he knew self-defence, he could speak several different languages and most of all, he was a deadly shot with a gun. And now he was having a pair of frilly white ankle socks placed over his feet, along with a pair of pink Mary Jane’s. Last of all was a very sissy and babyish frilly dress that James had ever seen and he was forced into it.
The dress got zipped up, but there was a very tiny lock at the top of the dress. Clare locked it into place. In fact, the Sissy Baby frilly plastic pants had a tiny lock on them too, of which Clare took great pleasure of locking the plastic pants into place. Once James was fully transformed, he was taken back to the throne room where Nightshade was waiting for him. “You are one very cute Sissy Baby Mr Bond. Talking of which from now on and for the rest of your natural life, you shall forever be known as Sissy Baby Betsy-Wetsy.” Remarked Nightshade in a serious of menacing evil chuckles of laughter. Just then the two muscle-bound men lifted James up off his feet, then turned him around.
A full-length mirror had been brought forward for James to see his reflection in the mirror and of course. Clare there to capture every single moment of his reaction, with her camera. The dress was so short, that the bottom half of the frilly plastic pants showed underneath. Once again, James, now Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy, was forced into every humiliating pose as possible. Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy suddenly broke down into tears. This time, Clare had a shoulder mounted TV camera on her shoulder, as she filmed the scene of Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy, formally James Bond, broke down into tears.
The whole ordeal was transmitted to every TV station around the world. But what was shocking the most was not the once former greatest Special Secret Agent crying like a real baby. Though that was humiliating enough to watch and see. But once Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy had finished crying. She got to her feet, from where she had been dumped on the floor to cry. She got up and went over toward Nightshade. “Mes ith happy to serve ooo Daddy.” Said Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy in a high pitched babyish and girlish voice ever heard. “Now you have seen Brittain’s finest agent in the world reduced to being a Sissy Baby Girl. My demands are really-quite simple. Here on hence forth, every male in the world will all be reduced to being Sissy Babies, young and old alike. I have the worlds most powerful Death Ray at my disposal, which I shall unleash on the world, if my demands are not met.” Said Nightshade in the most sinister tone of voice ever.
And so, it was. Every male ever born and every male young or old, were all made to be Sissy Babies. As for the once former James Bond. Sissy Baby Betsy Wetsy, who did by the way-wee in her nappies every time and poop in them too She was quite in fact very happy with her new life. James Bond was known all around the world, as the Spy who changed.
The End.
