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My mission is to investigate this new school that some woman
has set up recently.
Reports have been filtering in of strange goings on and I sensed my first ever scoop- a probe about a local day school that had advertised itself in certain fringe magazines as The First Ever School for
Sissies.
I hadn't been able to track anyone who attended, so was
the best way to go in at the deep end? Not that I've
anything against people dressing up, even as little kids,
and I was curious about who might join and who was
behind this so-called school.
Accordingly, after a telephone call yesterday to the
secretary, Miss Carly, I booked in at 8.30am today for an
entrance exam, probably I'd need a few days on this
assignment, I felt I had nothing to lose. So I rang the bell at
an old detached house, four storeys high, surrounded by a
weedy garden, and was admitted automatically when I
gave my name.
Miss Carly, a middle aged spinster had greeted me in her
little office, making me read and sign various documents
that stated that I was over 18, that I agreed to attend on a
voluntary basis, oh, and I was not permitted to take any
photos. She took my credit card, informing me the fees
amounted to $95 per day, but $350 a week and $750 for a
month.
Depending on how I did in my test today, I would be placed
in either the beginners or the main class. Graduates could
also take the advanced course. So now here I am,
assistant Miss Becky has breezily shown me the waiting
room, from where the headmistress will fetch me to her
study for my interview.
I stare round wondering just what sort of school this might
possibly be. No pupils had I seen as yet, only a few
possible clues, some of the pictures on the walls were of
gorgeous models, but all seemed to be in clothing much
younger than I would expect. I'd also spotted a large pram
in the corridor and, most oddly, a large packet of baby food
on Miss Carly's desk. But my musings were interrupted as
the door opened.
I am surpised she is such a young women, this lady who
calls herself Miss Slapham. Tall, several inches over my
five foot six, with short black hair and thick black glasses,
brown eyes like mine though smaller, a strong face, slim,
wearing a smart dark red suit and matching skirt and
tights, businesslike for sure, very professional looking, not
the sort of person you'd trifle with in a hurry.
She briskly ushers me into her study and bids me sit. She
remains standing, explaining that she hopes I will attend at
least a week, but even if I only remain for one day, I'll have
to take this entrance exam. If I pass, I am allowed to join
classes after coffee break. Is she taking notes, sizing me
up?
I think so, as she asks me questions about my friends, am
I married, no, have I been married, no, boy friends, never
had one- too busy with my career, girl friends, a few close
friends, one Michaela I share I flat with, how long, six
months, are we lovers?
I pause, this is getting too personal. But she seems to
understand and without waiting, tells me to complete this
paper in her study and she'll return in exactly one hour.
Some of these questions are rather peculiar. Name,
address, likes and dislikes, describe my favourite dress,
okay, but now I've got to this question about what I recall of
my babyhood. What did I like and dislike about my
mother? Then there's one about did I ever deliberately wet
myself? And a questionnaire about games I played with my
friends. Then the main section, writing a short story, time
limit thirty minutes, I can choose any one of these titles:
* Mummies Favorite Girl
* Baby's Wet Bottom,
* A Naughty Girl Gets Smacked, or
* A Fantasy Night of Love.
I didn't really have to think, as the last title was the only
one I could write about with much authority, not that I have
ever experienced that sort of thing. I dipped into my
dreams and my journalistic style was soon racing thru a
passionate tale of Becky (I liked that touch) and her
meeting on a Pacific beach with native girl Janey, I
suppose that might be me.
I got into it so well that I forgot all sense of time and
suddenly the headmistress was returning to her study, time
to stop she called, and I hadn't got a good punch line.
So I scribbled, "As they panted inside each other, a huge
wave crashed over them soaking their passion in a myriad
of embracing cum." I thought that rather neat on the spur
of the moment, tho' more poetic than scientific.
Miss Slapham thanks me for completing her exam and sits
down on the edge of her desk to go over it, handing me a
mug of coffee while she reads my paper, I couldn't help
admiring her crossed legs with their silky red tights.
She looked up and straight at me. Perhaps she'd read that
conclusion to my tale?
"Miss Forrest, she declared quite decisively, you've clearly
a talent for writing, but I am certain that your place is in our
novices class, the Beginners."
She went on to tell me classes normally have about six in
a group though at present there are eight in this class
which are taken by herself and for other sessions, her
assistant Miss Becky. Classes are quite segregated so I
won't normally meet anyone from other classes. But if I
pass the three Steps, she called them, I am awarded a
Silver Diploma called a Sissy Beginner.
I am free to then join the Main Classes if I want to
continue, where I could qualify for a Gold Medal and
become Graduate in the Sissy School and am permitted to
put the letters 'Sis' after my name. Janey Forrest Sis, yes I
fancied that.
Able pupils only, she added, can then be offered the
Advanced Course, and a Pink Medal, and though noone
has yet achieved this, she has two who are fighting for the
honor of being the first ever Advanced Graduate.
Formalities over, she says I'm ready to join the second
morning session and leads the way, I following nervously.
Along a corridor, past stairs signposted Main Classes and
stopping at a door marked Beginners. I was so inquisitive
as to what I'd see when she opened.
I think the first thing is the musty smell, I'm sure it's of stale
urine like you sometimes get in old people's homes. But
noone here looked so old! There were eight of them
sprawled in the center of the twenty foot square room, on a
thick red fluffy rug. Adjacent to the door was a large box
with an assortment of jumbled up dress material and a
smaller box which seemed to contain smalls. On the far
bright pink wall is an open cupboard with a rail holding
more brightly coloured dresses, skirts and petticoats. To
my left I see three cubicles marked Training, I wish I could
look inside. Three small half open cubicles on the right
side are semi-opaque, but I couldn't see anything inside. A
large light window is also on this side, of frosted glass.
I am introduced to my fellow students, I shall call them
that, Two are in bright frilly dresses and matching tights,
one I'm fairly sure is a man even if he has a curly ginger
wig, the other I'm not so sure about as they have very
shapely legs, quite feminine, but are also flat chested.
They are in the Training Group, I'm told. Four more are
chatting together, these are known as the Good Dress
Group, these all have large towels around themselves, but
I was sure one had bosoms blushing behind the towel, of
the other three, one looked very sweet and girlie-like but
the other two were definitely men.
These two groups I would hopefully join later, for the
present I was assigned to the Potty Group. My two fellow
Potty students greeted me with a smile, they too wore
these long towels, but I felt that they must be the ones
making the odor in the room, and that worried me.
One was overweight, his face looked red and breathless,
and looked as though he hadn't shaved properly that
morning, the other might have been man or woman, with a
gentle face and blonde hair that was draped over his or her
shoulders, but rather an angry expression. Yes, I think it's
a woman, and her voice confirms my impression by
whispering her name is Chloe. I asked how she was
getting on, but Miss Slapham clapped her hands and after
introducing me very briefly, announced it was Story Time.
We faced her as she read a version of Sleeping Beauty
that I'd never heard before, one with erotic overtones
without being at all explicit, she said it was a tale all real
sissy girls should like.
She departs, Chloe tells me she's off to teach the Main
Classes, and Miss Becky gives announcements and
advice, which I was trying to comprehend, along the lines
of what sissy girls like to wear and do, tomorrow she's
doing speech, but it all went over my head.
Noon, time for lunch, and Miss Becky handed me a towel
and ordered me to strip quickly in a Training Room. Thus I
had no chance to talk to Chloe or anyone else as they
were all ordered to sit up smartly as dicky bibs were fixed
round their necks.
By this time I'd entered the Training Room, which was
darkish but decorated in a pale lilac with semi erotic
photos on the walls. I had been told to hurry so I didn't
really take in more than there was a tv and couch in here,
and I emerged clothed in my ballooning towel and sat next
Chloe, my bib fixed instantly.
I can see everyone has a bottle of milk in their mouths.
and Becky thrusts a big one into mine.
"Don't drop it out," Chloe warns me, "or you'll be in
trouble."
Holding the bottle in one hand I sucked the warmed fluid,
quite sweet and tasty. I wanted to ask Chloe about this
strange school and why she was here, but silence reigned,
only the sound of sucking milk and some slurping, for
Becky held a bowl of broth that she was feeding one of the
two Training students. The other was being spoon fed too
by Miss Carly, and when they were filled they were
despatched to their cubicles, and locked in.
The Good Dress Group's turn was next all four efficiently
and quickly fed, they were moved over to the rail of
clothing to stare at it while Miss Becky and Miss Carly
turned to Chloe and her fellow student. I had to watch
them being fed while I sucked out the remainder of my
nice milk, I noticed our bottles were much larger than the
other groups, perhaps four pints but I liked it so much I
enjoyed every last drop.
Then the couple were taken to the two small cubicles
and once they'd climbed the steps to jump in, their towel
was removed so all I could see was their heads and
shoulders over the top while the opaque glass showed me
that I had been right both about Chloe and the big man. I
could see the outline thru the near opaque glass of what
was quite a large dick.
I started as I saw their hands being tied to posts at the
cubicle corners, they leant on the cubicle sides, and
headphones placed over the ears.
Miss Carly departed, and Miss Becky came to me. My
turn! She smiled.
I liked her straightaway. She was shorter than me but
quite strong, probably a stone in weight more than me. Her
hair was auburn and curly flowing down to just above her
breasts. I liked her short dress too, it was smart black
shiny almost pvc like, long sleeves and she wore a red tie
and a pink bead necklace. That dangled on my face as she
leant over me and explained what was my first lesson.
"It's called Potty Time," she began, "because as a sissy
you must first learn to use the potty."
I wanted to interrupt, but she placed her finger on my
lips, it quite turned me on. "That means that first you must
lose those nasty grown up habits you have, of weeing
whenever you decide. Before you can be potty trained, we
have to make you lose your power to control your
urinating. Do you follow me?"
I wasn't absolutely sure, but I nodded, hanging on to her
every word.
"Your first task, which you see Chloe and Jim attempting,
is to pass the Potty Time test, before you can proceed to
join, if you want, the Good Dress group. Do you want to go
ahead?"
I said I did and she told me that the object of this
exercise is bladder control. I am to be tied like the other
two and am not allowed to wet myself in any way. If I do I
cannot pass the test.
"How long is this test?" I inquired, and my hopes were
dashed when she told me that it had to be a full day. I
looked incredulous.
"That's what bladder control is all about," Miss Becky
winked at me, "you will probably fail at the start, but keep
trying, it's all about teaching you how to give way to your
desire to wee. Ironically when you've learnt that, you are
ripe to be on the first stage to becoming a Sissy."
I can't say I quite followed her, but as the session closed
at four, I knew there were only three hours, so I yielded,
and she took my hand, that was nice, and led me to the
empty cubicle, off came my towel and as I was turned to
face the window, she clasped my hands into sockets and I
was helpless there, stark naked as the day I was born.
I could have stood but there was a tiny seat to rest my
bottom and I did so as Mss Becky placed headphones
over my ears and patted me on the shoulder goodbye. I
remember wishing that her hand had reached that bit
further onto my boobs.
There I sat, nursery rhymes ringing in my ears as I
puzzled over a suitable headline for my scoop. I hadn't
decided on anything before I started to drift into slumber, a
good way maybe to spend those three hours.
I have no idea what time I awoke, music was still playing
and I was conscious of activity behind me, but the
headphones prevented my turning round to watch. Anyway
a much more urgent problem faced me as I remembered
all that milk I had enjoyed. That, and the large cup of
coffee with Miss Slapham, were causing me severe
discomfort. Could I get home without weeing? I felt
desperate to go and desperate not to go, it was a real
dilemma. Once home, I comforted myself, I could always
say I'd held myself in, when I return tomorrow, how could
they know? But could I last out until home time? And how
long is that? I felt myself wiggling my bottom as if to make
more space for the wee which was pressing to come out. I
don't ever recall feeling so tensed and stiffened as I tried to
fight off the urge. Then I puzzled what would happen if I
did yield? Apart from the trial of having to start again, all
that wee would go on the floor of my little cubicle. At least
that seemed watertight, of semi-opaque glass like the
sides. But that I'd only do as a last resource.
Gradually I forced myself to accept that this was most
certainly the last resource. If only it was four o'clock! I had
no idea if it was about to be time to go, but all I did know
was that it didn't matter, I just couldn't help myself. I curled
up to try and hide from everything and everyone, maybe
they wouldn't notice a small spot of wet?
Then it came trickling against my will, down between my
legs, just a tiny bit, I can hide that, or can I, a red light
flashed on the cubicle surround. Apparently some detector
had picked up my slight emission. No adult came to me
however, and I hoped I'd yet make it. But though the
pressure was momentarily relieved, as I held myself
against any more accidents, Miss Becky tapped on my
shoulder, switched the red light off and removed my
headphones.
"I see you been a bit naughty," she observed, squeezing
my shoulder, "never mind, "we leave you now until it's
home time, then you have to start again as I warned. Don't
worry, it always happens like this to start with."
I stood up, pushing at her warm hand which slid down
my front and nicely stroked over my left breast. Miss Becky
at once removed her hand and replaced the headphones
before I'd time to hear her reply to my urgent question how
long?
However I knew that it was irrelevant now and as I sat
down I yielded at last to the enormous weight on my
bladder, and out trickled my wee slipping off the chair like
a cascading waterfall as I sensed a wonderful relief. The
red light turned on again, my legs were splashed as I let it
all out, until the flow finally subsided and I longed to simply
get away from here. But though I called out, nobody
responded.
I stood up, and my feet dipped into a pool of wee, it
completely covered my feet and reached my ankles so
badly had I needed to let it out. Quickly I resumed sitting,
waiting. Miss Becky again, taking off my headphones she
whispered, "ten minutes darling," and dashed off.
It seemed much longer, but when I was released, it was
Miss Slapham who took me to a rubber mat nearby and
bid me lie there.
Everyone else had gone, it seemed. She told me it was
just after four and that it was home time now, but I was not
to talk about my experiences to anybody, and pointed out
there was in the small print I'd signed that morning, an
agreement that if that happened they were due the sum of
$20,000 compensation.
I must admit I hadn't spotted that and only nodded to
her to get the hell out. Miss Slapham also explained that
she would ensure I did return to complete this part of the
course.
"You have to keep dry for 24 hours," she reminded me,
"and to do that, before you leave for home, we place you in
this large lockable pantie."
I struggled at once, but she had me pinned down and
warned me not to resist or I would be punished. I didn't
know which might be worse, the lockable pantie or the
punishment, I decided on the former as I could always
force the lock later. So I lay still. She ordered me sit up.
"Potty," she shouted, and pointed to behind me where
I saw this pink potty.
"We want you to have every chance," she said, "to gain
your Sissy Diploma, so please use the potty if you want."
It felt far too babyish to try, and I shook my head.
"I've only just been." So she pushed me down firmly, and
washed me before bringing out a large plastic see thru
pantie which had about four layers that fitted tight to my
thighs and waist. Then she fitted a small but strong lock on
my left front side, and another on my right. This was gonna
take some removing! Then she let me go to the Training
Cubicle and dress myself. I found my clothes where I'd left
them and silently made myself pretty.
Getting my pantie over the nappy was impossible, but it
seemed they'd thought of this for I found a large pink cover
to wrap over myself. At least that hid the plastic, but it did
make my dress bulge out. Miss Slapham showed me to
the door, "see you tomorrow," was her final remark, fat
chance I thought.
In a daze, I drove the mile home. The warm afternoon
sun contrasted with the numbing experiences of the day.
As soon as I reached our empty first floor apartment, I
made myself a coffee before getting my laptop working,.I
sure needed to get down my memories of the day while
they were vivid, yet I found it very difficult to verbalise my
feelings.
After a time I knew that I must get talking to someone,
Chloe or whoever, maybe Miss Becky, to get things
straighter in my head. But how to find Chloe?
My thoughts were still in a jumble after a couple of
hours, when I turned to another issue, my pantie. I took
down the pink cover and pulled at the locks. They were
exceptionally strong, all I could do was force them with a
lever. Unfortunately their size demanded something small
and the first screwdriver with which I tried to prise them
open snapped. It wasn't gonna be as easy as I had
thought! After half an hour I decided to wait until Michaela
came in, and I spent my remaining time preparing our
meal.
I loved my time with Michaela, and promptly at seven
she blew in, bubbly as ever, full of the joys of life, a tall
young lady with beautiful blonde frizzy hair that rested on
her shoulders. I think that was what had attracted her to
me, that and her great sense of fun.
She certainly laughed when I showed her my dilemma.
She knew where I'd been, we confide in each other often
and she busily sought to release me. But soon she had to
declare herself beaten, "we're not gonna have much fun
tonight, kid," she grinned," then seeing my woebegone
expression added,
"sorry Janey, I think they've done us, unless we go and
ask some welder."
The thought of introducing any third party was abhorrent,
in my state, so I sighed and had no choice but concur.
The rest of the evening was restful enough, I wrote up
more of my story as best I could, while my friend sorted
out her business on the net, she runs an escort agency.
We were ready to go to bed when I knew what was
niggling me. I do like a little wee before retiring, but I
couldn't go to the toilet. What to do? It wasn't too bad, not
anything like this afternoon, so I brushed the desire aside
and snuggled into bed with Michaela.
Did she comfort me? She did try but my nappy was no
romantic turn on for her and I could get no satisfaction
from her warm kisses and gentle hand between my thighs.
But we turned over then began kissing anew and I knew
that at all events I could thrill her as I reached down into
her sleek pantie and made her rejoice in my presence. Her
lovely soft buttock was such a contrast with my mountain
of plastic and I made her squeal with delight as she came
in my hands.
Yet, you know, that wasn't quite it, because Michaela
whispered "lie back darlin'" and did her very best to make
me come too, She licked my plastic pantie till it was quite
wet all over the outside, fortunately inside was nice n dry,
and made sucking noises all round the plastic where my
clit was hid.
Even thru the layers of plastic I began to quiver at her
fevered sucking. It was truly very arousing in a different
sort of feeling and I became more and more overwhelmed
by her love and came so fully in a way I'd never even felt
with her before. We lay back together and holding hands,
legs intertwined dozed into a joyful sleep,
CHAPTER TWO
Day Two and I marched proudly into the School for
Sissies. I'd had a battle holding myself in after I had woken
with quite an urge to wee.
It was strong but I was confident I could resist and
though I felt better standing than sitting, I had fought my
way thru breakfast, kissed Michaela au revoir until
evening, and had driven to the school.
I was glad to get out the car and it was promptly as 9am
chimed that I walked thru the gate, almost bumping into
the young man with the ginger wig and the large busty
lady. I wish it had been Chloe then I could have talked
more direct. I asked the man as we walked up the path
how he was enjoying it, but he was non committal and
there was no more opportunity as we were being admitted,
down the empty corridor to the Beginners Class.
Miss Becky, in the same pretty clothing as yesterday,
greeted us and for my benefit said that it was Inspection
time before our Coffee at ten. This involved getting
changed together, the Training Group were given different
dresses while the rest of us had only towels at this stage.
At least as I glanced around I could tell that all my
surmises regarding the others' sexes had been correct.
And I expect they saw I was all woman too, even if my
breasts are quite tiny.
The Good Dress Group were led by Miss Becky to the
dress rail and given some instructions then I think she
gave each a dress or similar to wear as she said she
would look all over their bodies. I wondered what that
meant.
Now it was our turn. I'd had enough time to chat quietly
with Chloe who agreed to talk to me this evening. I gave
her my address and invited her to dinner. No time for
more, as Miss Becky took us to our little semi opaque
cubicles, I had to step carefully cos my pool of wee from
yesterday was still there! I was disrobed as before and
was fastened in. Chloe had told me she was dry so I had
wished her luck. I couldn't hear, what with the headphones
what transpired with her, but it seemed an age before Miss
Becky got back to me.
"Last and least," she joked as she removed my
headphones. Her eyes penetrated into mine as she asked
if I was dry. I nodded, though I was feeling a lot more
pressure now. Only just over six hours left! But Miss Becky
didn't take my word, perhaps she'd seen these green
beginners before, and I was pleased she unlocked my
pantie and put her face down toward my tummy, lifting the
tight waistband to inspect.
I thought all was well, but she slipped her fingers in, and
I grew suddenly quite hot. I hoped this inspection would
last for ever! But it was only a second before her fingers
came out and she held her finger to my mouth. She forced
my mouth open and I could feel she was wet, and I could
taste that it was my excitement from last night. Though I
thought she looked more than a little interested herself,
she warned me in a firm voice that she'd have to inform
Miss Slapham. Leaving me in my cubicle to ponder, she
walked off.
The headmistress's verdict was relayed by Miss Becky as
coffee break dawned. My heart sank. If this happened
again, it would be the Punishment Room for me. As it is,
my 24 hours would recommence from 10am today. I knew
that was impossible, I was already busting in my pantie
and Miss Becky knew it. She kindly unlocked my pantie
and before she took it away I'm sure she smelt it. Then I
spouted out a huge wave onto the cubicle floor, that pool
was fast becoming a pond. I made sure I was real empty.
Coffee time saw us in the towels again, and all eight of
us sprawled on the fluffy rug, the best chance of a chat.
The man in the curly wig looks very pleased, but I can't
get him to talk at all. I try the petite girl in the Good Dress
Group. She nudges one of the men in her group, I found
him a bit grotesque but he gave me a few helpful tips
about passing the Potty Test.
Then silence for Miss Slapham. She congratulated Curly
Wig and we all clapped as she presented him his Diploma.
He had taken eight days to qualify and she said she was
highly delighted in his progress. Was he continuing in the
main class?
He replied, "you bet!" Apparently he now had a choice of
two groups to join. Miss Slapham explained, it was news to
me, that The Sissy Gold medal could be in one of two
disciplines, Nice Sissy or Naughty Sissy, you can pass out
in either. Curly evidently wanted Naughty.
As he departed smirking and waving to us, Miss
Slapham praised two of the men in the Good Dress Group
who were promoted, and also that Chloe had achieved her
first success too!
After all this great news, Miss Slapham read her version
of the story of Goldilocks before handing over to Miss
Becky who delivered a long lecture on Thpeaking as it is
called, talking like a real Sissy.
The rest of the day rushed by as before, the only
difference that I had determined not to drink too much, but
that Miss Becky had had to force it down.
I'd had a peaceful sleep and when four o'clock chimed, I
felt much more comfortable than I had yesterday. This time
I left with the other seven and I tried to get Jim my fellow
Potty man to talk, but he wouldn't and I only had a chance
to nod to Chloe before we had dispersed. I drove home,
anticipating the blonde's interview with real hope.
I was pleased when she actually turned up at six. I
sensed she was nervous, she admitted that, since she
didn't want to jeopardize her chances of advancement.
She reckoned that's what stopped a lot of the others
saying anything, but she knew Jim was a reporter of some
sort, he'd told her, but he wasn't local, I hadn't recognised
him. He just couldn't get beyond the first stage and she
wished me better luck. She also knew that Curly Wig was
some sort of undercover agent, but was vague about his
precise role. She promised to fill me in on how she was
progressing, she was a lonely girl and really loved Miss
Slapham and her school.
"I wish I could afford to stay for ever," she sighed. She
wouldn't stay to dinner and added that couldn't come
again, as she didn't want to get into trouble, but she'd keep
in touch at times like Coffee break.
Michaela, I shared my thoughts with over our meal,
then we made for an early night. I was so glad she didn't
mind my pantie and I longed for another sensation like last
night. But I was worried about being found out, as I
explained to her. So, disappointed but sympathetically
understanding, Michaela just kissed as we indulged in
small talk, before I went to the toilet, my usual custom
before going to sleep. As soon as I'd got up I remembered!
And suddenly I was quite desperate, all that milk after
lunch, a coffee with Chloe another with Michaela, I hadn't
been thinking.
I'm sure Michaela had followed my train of thought, for
she held out her hand in comfort and pulled me quietly
back to the bed. As she lay aside me, I kissed her and
reached into her pantie.
She smiled into my eyes and coaxed me," don't worry
Janey, just let it out, it'll be nice."
It was just what I needed and as I stroked her clit I let it
all come pouring out in a wave of relief. But another wave
came after, not of wee, but of her masturbating my pantie
to the same rhythm as I stroked her. So lovely as she
sloshed the wee inside my pantie, pressing her hand thru
the wet on to my eager clit. That spurred me on to please
her and I put my wriggling finger right up inside her. She
moved over me squeezing my pantie on to her and moved
her lithe form up and down over me so that I all but fainted
with the pleasure.
That was only the start as we swept each other with
embraces and together we came with a passionate burst
of sexual pleasure, before finally subsiding on the bed.
Though I was soaking, I loved the feeling of the sexy
wetness and wanted to keep my sloppy pantie close round
me, to remind of that wonderful thrill we'd enjoyed with
each other.
Michaela lay her head down on my waist, my plastic
pantie bobbling as she snuggled into it, and I put my arm
over her breast as we settled down to rest.
I had a lot of strange dreams that night, muddled
pictures of Miss Slapham punishing me for being wet and
Miss Becky the Strong protecting me and hiding me in her
room and making me into her baby, sucking her breasts.
I woke up in quite a sweat, as the wet reminded me of the
erotic pleasure of the previous evening. Michaela stirred
and after kissing my tummy moved up to my face and
kissed me sweetly. I wanted more but there was no time.
She asked me if I wanted to get rid of that pantie, she
fetched a sharp knife and I nodded, I couldn't go to school
like this! However the material seemed uncuttable, the
knife failed to pierce the plastic, nothing beyond leaving a
slight scar. We had to give it up as it was already late and I
kissed her goodbye as she wished me all the best for the
day.
It was in some trepidation that I dashed in just after
nine, sadly too late to talk to anyone. A black mark for
each minute late, any more and I'll be in trouble.
I was dreading inspection, the minutes ticked slowly by as
the other six were readied for the day. I decided as I was
gonna be hung anyway I'd fill my pantie, and enjoyed
making the thing bulge as I squirted a heap of wee out of
me.
Then it was Jim and my turn for inspection. Miss
Slapham pored over me. Already annoyed by my
unpunctuality, when she saw my pantie she gave my bum
a squelching tap, quite hard, and unlocked me, the wee fell
down my cubicle which now was beginning to smell quite
strong. She cleaned me and though it wasn't necessary
now, sat me on the pink potty. I was eager to squeeze out
what I could, so I'd be at my best for succeeding in the
next 24 hour stint.
Just before our coffee break at 10am, Miss Slapham
picked me up and gave me one of those huge towels.
Over coffee, I confided in Chloe who gave me the lowdown
on how she was doing in her group. She also added a few
tips about holding myself in, which coupled with the man's
advice yesterday, I was determined to put to good
advantage.
Miss Slapham reads us her version of Snow White in
which Snow White takes care of seven dwarves in
nappies, before Miss Becky's lecture on games we might
remember from our childhood. She then got us to play The
Farmer Wants a Wife, one of the men started, he chose
Becky for his wife and she chose me for The Wife Wants a
Child.
I enjoyed the rest of that day especially as I was able,
unlike the previous day, to pour most of my milk away on
the thick carpet when noone was looking. I couldn't see
any obvious stain though it was pretty wet. I was getting
more hopeful of getting away with it as the afternoon wore
on though oddly I didn't sleep at all or even doze. It was
only at home time that I get very worried when Chloe
skipped her way out the room and landed on the wet
carpet and I saw a little splash! Luckily Miss Becky didn't
see that, and I left with Chloe who was strangely reluctant
to talk.
"I daren't," she whispered.
I went alongside Jim, but he looked merely depressed.
"I'll never make it until the morning," was all he was able to
groan.
Thus I reached home at the end of day three, feeling no
pressure below, thinking maybe there was something in
this bladder exercise. And didn't I love the feel of that soft
plastic on my bum and crotch? I was quite upbeat as I
typed up my notes and even more pleased when Michaela
blew in at her usual time.
I filled her in on my day and I don't know who was more
disappointed when we agreed that it must be a quiet night.
The test must be passed! But I asked her about her day at
the agency as she did a few internet tasks, then she took
me by the hand and sat me down on the sofa.
"I'll level with you, kid," she began, "I was real worried
after your first day there. I think you may have taken on
more than you can cope with."
I half agreed but I muttered something about this Janey
never gives up.
Her next statement shocked me, for she had been so
concerned that yesterday she'd engaged a private eye,
after all he might speed up this investigation which
honestly wasn't making too much progress.
I nodded and I hope I thanked her. She'd engaged this
Don to watch Miss Slapham's School 24/7 and he will be
reporting back each day.
I sighed and curled up in her lap as she stroked my
hair. I think I must have dozed off for I awoke next morning
in bed with her after a really good night's sleep, and what's
more important still dry, even though at the moment I
would prefer to let myself go.
CHAPTER THREE
I was hovering at the gates at five to nine hoping for a
chance of a chat. The lady with the big bosoms was
already waiting and I asked her how she was making out.
She was hoping, she replied, that she'd finally pass her
Good Dress test, I wished her luck while she told me about
the dress she'd brought along today and how she hoped
it'd win them over. I was trying to follow what she meant
when the gates swung open and we went up the path to
the entrance.
Only six were here this morning, one of the men had
dropped out, and I held myself eagerly as the increasing
pressure took its toll. My inspection, Miss Becky looked,
then felt. Once more I wish she'd leave her hand there
longer.
"Dry," she smiled, "good girly. Keep it like that until ten
and Miss Slapham will be pleased."
I thanked her and though it wasn't long now I really had
to brace myself from falling at the last hurdle. I shifted on
my seat, and in the end had to stand up, even at the cost
of splashing in the old wee which was half way to my
knees. I was shaking, swaying from side to side, when the
headmistress greeted me. Pass, she remarked curtly, and
the light went green and I burst at last, the wee
miraculously flowing away. I was clothed in a towel to
jubilantly join the others in coffee break.
"I'm thru," I whispered to Chloe, but she didn't respond,
which was disappointing.
Miss Slapham awarded a diploma to the girl in the
training group, then praised the girl with the boobs who
has at last passed the Dress Test. Finally, she looked at
me as I swelled with pride, Janey is thru to the Dress
Group.
She also bade Miss Becky usher in two new members
whom she welcomed as Ady, a butch guy whom any of us
would long to boast to call our own- would he even fit in
that small cubicle?- and Dora, who was most certainly the
oldest student I'd seen here.
Storytime followed, Rapunzel, then Becky had another
lecture on Thpeaking, I am sure some of this I'd already
heard, anyway I was anticipating with interest what my new
group gets up to.
We waited by the dress rail after being fed at lunchtime.
There was a pink potty for myself and for the sweet petite
who was called Sy. I warmed to her.
Miss Becky outlined for my benefit how to pass. First
thing each morning we have to show the sissy dress we
have made and tell a camera all about it for 30 seconds. If
we've been paying attention to her lectures we'll succeed
in thpeaking pwoply at this time.
The afternoon is spent making the dress which we are
allowed to take home if we want to complete it for the next
morning. The design is our own and the material can be
chosen from the box by the door. Nine out of ten is the
pass mark, sounds high I thought. But now it's dressing
time as each of us is alloted a dress, mine I didn't like at all
and I said so, but Miss Becky firmly insisted I did what I
was told. So I put it on, the long sleeves were of a
mulitcolored patchwork effect, the main body of white
cotton with a couple of red flowers on and the same
patchwork as a lining to the hem. I also had to tie on a
multicoloured bonnet which didn't suit me at all.
Sy had a short olive green dress with frills on the wrists
and shoulders.
Next we have to put on each others nappies, explained
Sy. As she deftly pinned on my disposable she told me
how hopeless she was at dressmaking. Then my turn, I
took the strong disposable nappy and lifted her dress, a
nice time to admire her soft little pussy, then I fixed the
nappy on her with an encouraging pat.
"It doesn't matter if you wee," she told me, "in fact you'll
likely find you can't help it after your potty training."
That was a relief in a way, and even more pleasing was
the freedom we now had to wander round the room. I
couldn't see Chloe in her Training, but the three Potty were
all there strung up as it were. From Jim's cubicle it was
clear that he was in a right mess, I felt sorry for him as the
water level must to be almost reaching his seat.
Sy showed me the dressing box, we could choose any
material for making the dress, and also wear now any of
the smalls. I took a pink satin pantie and drew it over my
disposable, and I was about to add nice pink tights when
Sy whispered to me.
"Careful Janey, I'm not sure if they think tights are sissy or
not. I wore those once and failed."
I decided to risk it as they looked so pretty, I could
always discard them before the test. We rummaged thru
the material for a dress. Sy seemed to have tried most and
was almost in despair.
"Would you like to come to my place tonight, and I can
help?" I offered.
She thanked me and said she'd love to, only be careful
we are not supposed to do anything like this.
I took to some lovely dark pink velvet, it was the same
color as one of Miss Slapham's blouses, I hope that'd help
me. I took some white lace and some red satin as well. Sy
was choosing a simple bright blue satin material. A table
had been brought in which I'd never seen before, Sy
explained it was only there until just before home time.
There were two machines to help us make up our dresses,
which Sy said she'd never mastered, plus scissors as well
as an assortment of buttons, mostly bright colored. I
showed Sy how it was done, I've always been quite handy
and though she wouldn't let me make up her satin as she
said someone was likely watching, she took in what I did
with the velvet and bravely made her fifth attempt.
As we worked she said we ought to practice thpeaking
as she'd failed first time cos of this. So we talked in sissy,
loth of wordth thaid with no "etheth," she was pretty good
at this and helped me a lot.
Before we knew it, Miss Carly said it was home time and
the machines had to be withdrawn. My dress was all but
finished, I'd bunched the velvet into little puffy shoulders
and attached the red satin for the arms. I'd started to put
the lace hemline but was yet to add the lace over the
shoulder down to my chest. I wasn't sure whether to add a
lace cuff to the end of the arms too, and I'd like a bow and
waistband in red satin. Miss Carly took it, but when I asked
to take it home to complete, she gave permission.
Sy was a long way behind but took her satin also and
we left together having dressed in our own clothes, though
we had to keep on our nappies. I caught sight of Chloe but
she turned from me and more disappointment when Sy
wouldn't come home with me. But she did whisper that
she'd be round about six.
I was too tired to write anything. I hadn't slept that
afternoon despite my milk which I was sure now contained
some sleep inducer and I lay down as soon as I got to the
flat.
It was getting on for seven when I awoke to the ring of
the doorbell. It was Sy who apologised she was late. I
mumbled about no problem, she had been worried she
might be followed, this was a surprise to me, she said that
they employed a man to randomly check our movements
after home time. I wondered if I'd been followed, or maybe
my flat was being watched this very minute.
Nothing I could do about it, so we turned to Sy's dress
which was certainly not gonna win any prizes. I made an
alteration here, then Michaela breezed in. She seemed
bursting with something, but I introduced Sy, then she bid
me come upstairs.
I let out a little wee, it didn't matter, in my excitement,
but she only gave me a quick kiss then squeezed me.
"I've found out quite a bit," she cried excitedly. "Don has
taken a photo of Miss Carly when she went out during the
day. He's showing that now to his contacts to see if anyone
knows who she really is. He also snapped a big blonde
lady driving a large limo leaving the school and returning
later. The other two you mentioned hadn't left the house,
he's sure they live there, sleeping on the third, the top
floor, as lights were on there all evening. He's also found
they employ a man who follows their students."
I told Michaela I'd found this out already. Don had also
contacted Curly Wig and will have more news tomorrow. I
was most grateful to Michaela, and promised to show her
my thanks later, but we returned to Sy and while Michaela
prepared a meal for three I helped with her blue dress.
It was late by the time everything had been completed.
Sy had left with effusive thanks and Michaela had put the
finishing touches to my own velvet number, of which I was
very proud.
I was eager for bed, but Michaela was more cautious
than me. She worried about them finding out if we had a
real night of pleasure, and I had to very reluctantly agree. It
was a real frustration, specially as this disposable could be
simply undone and redone. I undid one side then the other
and for the first time in ages used the toilet. We lay down,
Michaela was already in bed and had smoothed the nappy
out. I lay on it and she did it up for me.
But straightway she had second thoughts and undid one
side and slipped her hand in.
"Nothing more," she promised as I felt her hand cover
my crotch and my wetness made her a little sticky. I
pleased her by reciprocating and we lay joyfully together, it
was the first chance we'd had to love each other properly
for several days, but now we daren't, I wasn't quite clear
why, but perhaps it was for the best. I felt a foreboding that
this assignment was getting too much for me and after
plenty of very gentle fondling we fell asleep just as we
were.
I was so excited next morning. I didn't even bother to
chat with anyone as nine chimed. Chloe avoided me again.
Sy smiled a grateful smile as we entered. We both put on
our dresses, as Sy was ready first she went behind the
dress rail. where there was a camera, a video link,
someone elsewhere was evidently watching.
I mentally prepared myself. In no time it was my turn,
"wait till the light comes on," Sy told me.
Behind the rail I popped. It was a small space, dark and
unfriendly, but as the camera lit up I showed off my "welvet
dwess" with its "wed satin and pwetty white lace."
I sounded ever so girlish and I felt satisfied I'd done the
best I could.
Miss Becky had finished with the Twaining Gwoup, as I
called it to her, and she now inspected our dresses, She
also discarded our nappies, I didn't mind that, even though
mine was a bit wet. She sat us on the potties.
I noticed her remove something from my disposable
which she examined closely. There was a long pause
before before she came up to me and said in a low voice.
"You don't know this is a camera that takes photos of your
movements. I really ought to report this to Miss Slapham."
Clearly Michaela's hand had been photoed, but would
she know it wasn't mine? Fortunately she gave me a little
wink and ended, "I can see nothing happened, so I won't
spoil your chances." With that she left for the Potty
Cubicles.
Miss Slapham brought good news. Chloe was awarded
her diploma. I clapped loudly.
Sy and Janey have passed and can started Training if
they wish. We both assented. Noone it seemed was left in
the Dress Group. I was jubilant.
T hat happy morning after coffee break was rather
different. I realised with a start this was Sunday and a
preacher was introduced by Miss Slapham. I didn't really
want to hear, even tho' his/her appearance was quite
arresting. This preacher had a traditional dog collar and
black shirt, but also over black tights a dark red tutu which
was anything but traditional. He used the text "unless you
change and become like little children, you will never enter
the kingdom of heaven." I wasn't listening at first, but he
grabbed my attention when he congratulated each of us
that we'd taken that first step of losing all our adult
concerns and placing our trust outside ourselves. He
explained that Jesus said that all such are not far from
God's kingdom. I was warmed by the thought and was
most disappointed when it was over, with me never
deciding from his voice or appearance if he were male or
female, I suppose it doesn't matter in heaven anyway.
Before lunch, I was sad to have to discard my velvet
dress which I'd proudly shown off to the others. But new
excitement awaited as I was taken to my Training Room.
Miss Becky put on another pantie, this was another like
I'd had at the start and what is worse it was lockable.
"I'm sorry I've got to lock this after what I saw this
morning," she half apologised.
She put on a white blouse and black gymslip so that I
looked more like a schoolgirl. I'd liked to have chosen my
own, but she brushed aside my protest. I gazed at her
large breasts almost bursting from that same shiny black
dress.
"Training usually lasts a minimum of two days." Then
the click of the door lock and I was alone.
I didn't know what to expect. No milk to drink today. The
tv came on automatically and a high voice suggested I
relax on the bed to watch the movie. It was the sweet
cartoon tale of an elephant lost in the jungle. I sunk deeper
into the couch for another real life animal tale, all about a
sad little lamb which had lost its way. I was on the verge of
tears and sucking my thumb when the shepherd found the
lost lamb. The third movie I was advised was last and
longest. It was very touching too, a full length cartoon
about a little orphan girl who was brought up by two kind
owls, I suppose it was improbable in the extreme but I was
lapping it up.
All too soon, Miss Slapham unlocked the door and I lay
down my dress in the cubicle for the morrow, and in my
pantie and own clothes left with Sy. She said she'd
enjoyed herself too, we had watched the same movies. I
was real tired, but promised to call at her house in an
hour.
I went for a walk in the fresh air rather than go home.
Sure I wasn't followed I made for her house, a little terrace
place, where she seemed pleased to welcome me and
make me known to her mum. I could see she was a
mummy's girl and was only surprised her mum hadn't
helped her with the dress. However it became apparent
she was hostile to Sy's cravings to be a sissy and she
turned against me as soon as she found out who I was.
She gave me quite an unpleasant verbal lashing and
ordered me out. Sy saw me to the door, apologising. I
sympathised with her situation and said so, only glad that I
had dear Michaela to fall back on.
She was already home when I arrived, and I was just
awake enough to grab a bite. She wanted to tell me further
news, but I had started to suck my thumb, so she
proposed bed. Even that hardly awoke me as she lay
aside me.
But her soft kiss on my pantie ("seen that before kid!")
aroused me enough to respond to her kiss and her face lit
with enthusiasm as she began rubbing me vigorously. I
must admit that awful as it seems, it sent me to sleep a
most happy little girl, and I've no idea how Michaela
ended.
I apologised next morning. I felt fresher and happier.
Without knowing it, as I held her hand in seeking her
forgiveness, I weed. She laughed and said something
about good to see something was working okay. I wish
there'd been opportunity for more, but being late would
mean certain punishment, and that I did not want,
whatever it might be.
My Training Room was as it had been left. Miss
Slapham inspected me and changed my sopping pantie.
She left me in my school uniform, no nappy even, and
the movie show began. It was very different this day. An
erotic story, I perceived scenes from it were on my wall,
though none as graphic as in the real story. It may have
been intended to excite but it didn't thrill me. I watched as
a girl provocatively stripped down and explicit scenes of
her lover gripped the screen. The whole lasted an hour,
then I thankfully emerged for coffee.
Sy looked pretty dazed and we compared notes, not
understanding what was going on. Boobs was given her
diploma and Dora was promoted that day. It was
unfortunate that I couldn't help weeing as storytime began,
and with no pantie it was embarrassing. A pink potty was
fetched and I had to sit on it until lunch. Then it was back
to my locked room.
The same movie as this morning began only this time it
was only the stripping scene and lovemaking. Then a
second film, I started with horror as I saw it was of myself
and Michaela. where'd this come from? I watched as we
pulsed together, it was pretty hot stuff but I was puzzling
how this could be. I worked out in the end that those locks
must have had minature cameras at two angles since
there were four separate camera shots that someone had
edited together.
By the end I was in a real hot sweat half joining in with
myself as we were making love. Then the erotic thing was
repeated, I was beginning to know every last movement
and unconsciously I found myself moving in tune with the
lovers. That clip of our own lovemaking repeated and by
now I was dazed and overwhelmed with all sorts of
sensations. I definitely climaxed as the film of Michaela
and myself reached its hottest moment. The erotic lovers
was shown again and I couldn't help myself coming anew
as they did. My clip, and I was all but frying now as
Michaela was shown to urge me to come. How long these
sequences went on I cannot say, but they seemed shorter
each clip, and ever more arousing.
I was very sweaty and so very wet down below when
Miss Becky walked in, gave me a huge kiss on the cheek
and lovingly wrapped a disposable nappy around me.
"Good little Janey," she soothed me, "it's past four. I'll
put your dress on and you can go home."
I had been deliberately delayed, I sensed, so I couldn't
talk to anyone, even Sy, and I drove away in a daze,
narrowly avoiding scraping my auto.
I was making for Sy's when I spotted I was being
followed. I ought to have guessed. Instead I went for a long
walk to put the annoying guy off. But he kept in the
distance and by seven I decided I'd make for home.
Tonight I was even more tired and puzzled and though
Michaela wanted to talk, I couldn't take it in, not a
sentence. I collapsed on the floor and I was half conscious
of her lifting me into bed. I let out my wee when she lay
next me, I was so pleased she understood. She did
indeed, for she sat up, and cradled my head in her lap and
stroked my forehead and my hair until I was fast asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was still tired in the morning and my nappy was
soaked. Michaela was so kind and dropped me at the
school and promised to pick me up that afternoon.
I caught Sy's eye as we went in, she looked as dazed as
myself. We were taken at once to our Training Room and I
dreaded what might happen. Miss Becky stripped me and
changed me and put on my uniform and a plastic pantie,
and dashed out.
The tv started, but it was different this morning.
Evidently it was a test, and on my couch I found a push
pad to record my responses.
I lay back and started on the first of 30 questions.
There was a maximum of a minute for each, multiple
choice, you simply pressed your answer. The first question
was about my ideal date.
There was a choice of five, three well known men, two
women, or you could choose more randy answers all three
men, both women or even all five. I opted for what I felt
was the answer they wanted, none of them, though the
way I felt at the moment, it was true anyway.
I think I'd got the drift of their questions as I got down to
ones about wetting myself and my favourite dresses, and I
was quietly confident I was gonna pass when I reached the
last questions.
Number 29 was what I'd like most in my mummy, the
choice being a mummy with a beautiful figure, a mummy
nice and kind, one with a warm lap to snuggle up in, one
who has nice nipples to suckle, or big breasts for lots of
milk. That threw me, but I put an honest answer, the fourth
choice.
The last question was altogether more weird, who's my
favourite, Miss Slapham, Miss Becky or Miss Carly, the
only other choice was none of them. I knew you lost a
point for not answering, so I did put in an answer, though I
won't tell you what.
As soon as the test was complete, my score flashed on
the screen. How was it calulated? I've no idea but I got 79
out of 100. What that meant I'd no idea. What did happen
was that Miss Becky let me into the main room for Coffee
Break.
"How did you do?" I whispered to Cy. 68, she told me.
Then we were hushed as Miss Slapham strode in. She
handed me my diploma with only a slight hint of
congratulation. I beamed. I was pleased that Sy passed
too, so we'd go up together.
The headmistress asked us if we wanted to join main
classes today and we both nodded. She said that the Nice
Sissy Class was currently full, what a shame, that would
have been my choice, but we could start the Naughty
Sissy Class which was due to start in a few minutes.
Reluctantly we both agreed for I think Sy felt the same
way as I. We went down the corridor to Miss Carly's office.
She asked us a few questions informing us that
promptness was essential, arrival is at 11am. Transport is
provided, since, she added with a laugh, real sissies can't
drive. We get taken home each evening sometime after
five or six. Miss Carly agreed to inform Michaela she didn't
need to collect me, then escorted us up the stairs to the
first storey along the corridor and to the door marked
Naughty Sissy.
The door to the other class was opposite, I wished that
were ours really. In we went to a room as large as the
Beginners one, more dresses hanging on rails, I think
that's my velvet one at the end! Miss Carly showed us this
rail, and the pictures on the wall of nursery rhymes as well
as the boxes of smalls and nappies. She proudly opened
the one large cupboard full of toys and equipment.
There were only three others in our class, they came in
now, I was disappointed not to see Chloe. I only
recognised Curly Wig, the other two were also men, even
though when they got dressed they looked very sweet both
in purple frilly woollen dresses which must have felt warm.
Curly Wig was donning a school uniform like ours. As
they got ready for the day,
Miss Slapham entered to explain the rules to Sy and
me. They were a little frightening. Talking only when
allowed, in so doing she placed a large teat in our mouths,
which had tassels that were knotted behind our heads.
When we are permitted to talk it must be in sissy talk only.
We will always wear nappies which get changed before
morning session and before home time. These are locked.
She added that she knew we were familiar with this and
that having attended Beginners, we'd be one up on those
who had been deemed able to miss out that stage.
All feeding at school will be by staff and we must take
home baby food for our supper and breakfast. Unlike
Beginners, the course is one of continuous assessment
and when it is decided we are ready, we are invited to take
a final test.
Then she introduced the big blonde lady I'd heard about,
she is to be called simply as Nanny, and that seemed to
me a good name for this middle aged motherly woman
was like Miss Slapham in that she would surely stand no
nonsense.
Then Miss Slapham came to the final criterion for our
assessment. As we are Naughty Sissies we must do the
opposite of what Nanny says to us. That rule only applies
to Nanny, Miss Slapham added with a smile that she, and
Miss Becky, stood no nonsense from anyone. With that
she handed over to Nanny who welcomed us both.
She sat in her large chair and gathered us round her on
the red carpet.
"Who'd like to sit with me today?" she inquired. My hand
shot up, I liked her friendly manner and kind looks. She
was pretty too in a weatherbeaten sort of way, an ideal
mummy you might say.
I was in for a disappointment. She took Sy who looked
demeure as she cradled herself on nanny's lap. She saw
my crestfallen face and told me, "remember Janey, when I
speak, it's the opposite."
She told us we had much more freedom here than at
Beginners, much of our time is playing but she is watching
us, assessing our progress, and she showed a huge
clipboard to make her point.
Then she became less serious and told us a few funny
stories, the two lads started pushing each other which
annoyed me, but when they began hitting Curly Wig,
Nanny warned them to behave.
She read us a nice story, all about naughty boys who
get into trouble, but the two Purple Boys were in trouble
themselves for they were sitting on Curly Wig and making
him gasp.
"Don't get off him," cried Nanny. They obeyed and got
off, I remembered her words must mean the opposite. This
was very confusing!
"Good boys," she shouted, "don't bend over."
She fetched a cane from the cupboard, made of
bamboo and lifted their dresses so I saw they wore plastic
panties like myself. I noticed they were already a bit wet
that's all I could see, and when Nanny's cane came down
with a thump you could hear a tiny splash. Three strokes
each, then she told them sit down.
They stood up and the story proceeded for a time, then
one started lifting the other's dress and put his face on the
other's pantie. Nanny picked upon it and warned them. But
minutes later he was at it again and she cried loudly
"Good boys... don't bend over."
This time she fetched a thicker stick and when she beat
them it must have really hurt as both were crying.
I wasn't enjoying this and was glad when one o'clock
chimed and we were made ready for feeding.
Five giant high chairs were brought from the cupboard
and we were strapped in, our teats removed. I dared
whisper to one of the Purple Boys, "bad luck."
But he only grinned, "you get good marks for being
naughty," he told me. I hadn't thought of that, but was he
tricking me?
The soup for lunch was fed me by Miss Becky, I was
pleased to see her again. she asked me how I was getting
on.
"No vewy well," I said, "I wanna be in de udder gwoup
weally."
Miss Becky smiled sympathetically as she ladled the
final spoonful in, then fed me a delicious puree, strawberry
I think which I did like. Next she handed me a feeding
bottle with a pint of milky liquid that was even sweeter than
before. I
found myself drifting off. I had funny dreams about
being chased by those boys and was glad to be awoken.
"It's half three," Miss Slapham told us. Now it's
playtime and you can go out today. She and nanny took us
downstairs and out the back door to an enclosed garden
full of toys. It was a paradise for sissies.
"Be good," Miss Slapham warned, "if you don't want to
get in trouble." Did she mean be naughty, I pondered. No it
was only Nanny who said opposites. Nanny observed us
as I played on a slide wth Sy, then we went on a mini
roundabout, but the boys came up and spun it faster and
faster, Sy screamed out as best she could with a teat in
her mouth and I cried too, it was spinning so fast I was
dizzy. But the boys were laughing madly and Nanny only
writing notes, until she intervened, too late.
Sy had been "thick" and Nanny had to take her indoors
for a change.
With Nanny gone, the two lads took advantage and
pulled me by my hair, dragging me so firmly I cried. But
there was noone to hear or see as they got me behind the
toy store and pushed me over.
I was really scared, then they lifted my gymslip, I don't
know if they'd thought I might be a boy. They lay either
side of me making laughing sounds.
Each grabbed one of my hands and each was placed
on their panties. Wasn't I glad they had lockable panties?
Each made the same movement as the other, I guessed
they'd played with each other this way lots of times. My
open hands could feel two little willies, they'd do okay in
the Sissy test I thought with a little laugh to myself.
They both looked at me, looking rather like a dog
begging. I could guess what they wanted, I felt almost
sorry for them, they'd been here for days and days I
imagined, and as they took away their hands, I decided I
would kindly not withdraw mine.
I didn't know if I dared, but they grinned widely as I gave
each one little caress, just a little flick of my hands that
made them look even more begging, then paused, dare I
do it again?
I nodded to them and moved my hands up and down
then waited to tease them, before doing it a third time, then
without hesitation gave another throb, and another, which
made them grow decidedly stronger inside their panties. I
began to enjoy myself too as they responded and they
crouched over me in a triangle as my hand rubbed ever
more firmly on their panties. They were pretty big now, and
I felt myself aroused as the first one began to shudder and
quickly burst, while the other I kept toying with until he too
tensed and this time I watched closely as I could see he
spurted out a stream of white foam into his pantie. Both
boys lay back sheepishly, but I hadn't been satisfied.
I wasn't gonna be either, for Nanny peered round the
shed and saw us. She must have spotted their cum too, for
she beckoned to us. Does that mean don't come, I thought.
No it didn't, for she stepped over and turned me round and
slapped my bottom.
"You do what I say," she explained, "but you mustn't do
when I point at you."
I followed her and she made us bend over in the middle
of the garden. Sy and Curly watched on as she got out her
cane and I got six hefty whacks on my bottom.
"For obedience," she added, and gave me three smacks
with her open hand which made me sore and forced me to
wee. Curly laughed as he saw me wee, and then stared at
the two boys as their dresses were raised. He could see
that white evidence of why they were being caned!
Punishment over, Nanny permitted us to go on playing
and I joined Sy who held my hand in sympathy. She looked
better now and we cheered up playing with building blocks
that pieced correctly formed a pretty picture.
Whistle blew as it was now 5.15.
Now we returned to our room and undressed and sat
naked on five potties. Didn't Miss Becky linger with special
interest over the panties the boys had worn?
Miss Slapham entered with a couple of long needles.
She explained that the two of us from Beginners were not
yet trained like the others, so we must bend over. The
boys giggled and I was very embarrassed, burning with it,
when I saw these were enemas.
"You have no control over your bladders," she
explained, "but you need to be fully a baby and this will
start you off."
I've never liked these things and the indignity of my
nakedness made it far far worse. Miss Becky held the
innocent Sy as Miss Slapham administered same, I could
see her jump. Then I was held, Miss Becky cooing softly
as I flinched. We were both put in disposable nappies and
left while the others were got ready for home.
I looked at Sy, tears in my eyes, she appeared quite
relaxed, I saw that the enema had already worked and her
pantie was full. I kissed her softly. I wanted to resist, I tried
to resist, and she held my hand as she perceived my fear.
It was no use, I had to yield and I sighed with relief even in
the discomfort. At least there was no smell, if anything it
was quite sweet, maybe it was the food they'd fed us with.
As we relaxed, Miss Becky returned and smiled.
"Good girls, now we'll clean up your poo and dress
you for home."
A plastic lockable pantie went under my clothing, the
teat withdrawn, and we were taken out. As we walked Miss
Becky explained that there was one vacancy tomorrow in
the Nice Sissy Group, would one of us like to change, she
was sorry it couldn't be both. We looked at each other.
"Do you wanna toss?" suggested Miss Becky, "anyway
decide tomorrow morning," and she breezed off upstairs, I
guess to the Advanced Group.
We boarded the large car which was driven by Nanny,
it had coloured glass so noone could look in. No talking
was allowed but Sy and I did whisper, each urging the
other to change groups, and we had to leave it at that
when Nanny dropped me at the end of my road and I
waddled home, just before Michaela.
CHAPTER FIVE
Michaela was full of Don's news, but realised I was half
asleep. I always seemed tired these days. She promised to
cook supper, but I pointed out the baby food I had to eat.
"Are you sure it's worth it, kid?" she queried, but I was
determined. Indeed I wanted to go on.
I felt suddenly very warm inside when Michaela
brought me my soup and offered to feed me. I nodded
sleepily and thanked her. It was really nice her feeding me,
first the soup, then the puree and I loved her for it. She
cleared away as I dozed, then led me to our room and lay
me down. I pulled her after me to kiss her gratefully. I hope
she saw I half wanted to please her, and I pulled at her
blue silk pantie.
She smiled and murmured, "we'll have fun again soon,
Janey love," and put my hand by my side and I fell fast
asleep.
When I awoke it was most unpleasant for I was soaking
wet. Michaela had risen early. She brought in my breakfast
and without a word, began feeding me. It was lovely and I
hope my expression showed my thanks. As the puree was
fed me I couldn't stop myself, out came some of
yesterday's food in a solid lump. I think she knew what
happened but carried on until it was all gone.
"Thank oo," I said without thinking, "I-I-I mean thank you
Michaela darling." She apologised that she had to leave
early, but left me until Nanny would collect me at 10.35.
I spent the time dozing and wishing I could have a clean
nappy. But these lockable ones were impossible to
remove.
Thus I was ready and waiting at the street corner when,
right on cue, she drew up and I joined four others,
including the dreaded Purple Boys.
I assumed the others in the limo belonged to the other
group. We also picked up six others including Chloe whom
I smiled at, even though she seemed not to recognise me.
Sy also squeezed in, we two whispered to each other
without agreeing anything as the car swept up the weedy
drive to Miss Slapham's establishment.
"Do you know someone called Michaela?" Miss Carly
called thru her office door. I poked my head in and nodded.
"Does she live with you?" I nodded again, wondering
what this was all about.
But that was all and I hurried up the stairs to catch Cy
up. But Nanny was in the corridor and pointed me to the
Nice Sissy Room.
"Sy's said she's staying with the Naughty Sissies, so
you're in here."
I wanted to argue the point, but she firmly took me and
showed me into the Nice Room... it was nice! I worried for
Sy, but was cheered when I saw Chloe and sat next her.
"We choothe our own dwesses," she explained curtly,
"our nappieth are changed in a while."
We went over to the rail where there was a selection of
clothing, and my pink velvet dress was there! I grabbed it
eagerly and proudly put it on. Chloe had chosen a school
outfit and she indicated me to lie on the red rug, which I
did, only gingerly cos of all my poo. As we waited I looked
round the room which was almost identical to the Naughty
Room except there was a huge tv screen in one corner. As
my fellow students sat down also I recognised three whom
Chloe introduced.
The good looking Dick with a pretty shiny white dress,
Shay in a sweet gingham number and that girl with the big
boobs who was Rosey, she wore a frilly red number, frills
all down her front and on her wrists and on the high hem. I
could see her disposable nappy which looked very wet,
and that reminded me how uncomfortable I was myself,
though I didn't seem to care any more. The other three she
told me were Andy, Joel and Aileen.
Lights were dimmed and a movie began. I liked it, the
tale was an old fashioned one about an orphan of the
storm, but my viewing was interrupted. Miss Becky had
joined and was busily changing nappies and putting
dummies in mouths. When she came to me and saw my
mess, she took my hand and led me out to the corridor,
down here to a bathroom.
She stripped me down, "you are a mess," she smiled,
which I liked, then put me in the shower. Once my bum
was clean she lifted me into the bath she'd prepared
leaving me to soak while she changed the others.
I lay there reflecting on how different this was to
yesterday. As I remembered what had gone on, I
wondered how poor Sy was coping. Those Purple Boys
must be too boisterous for such a delicate soul as her. I
remembered how they'd made me masturbate them, no
actually that wasn't true, I'd enjoyed that, only I hadn't had
my fun fully.
My hand reached down to my clit as I felt overwhelmed
by the yearning, when just at that moment Miss Becky
came back.
"Oh dear," she scolded, "this isn't the way to stay in the
Nice Sissies is it Janey?"
I shook my head sadly and sucked my thumb.
"Never mind," she added, "we're taking away that
desire and by the time you make the grade you'll be free of
that and be a proper sissy."
As she washed me, she explained that the Nice Sissy
group were trusted unlike the Naughty ones, and given a
lot of freedom.
"But I might as well fill you in now," she added as she
gave my breasts a clean with the soap.
"This is continuous assessment, we are looking for you
to look and act and talk like a nice sissy all the time.
There's a camera in the room recording everything and we
use that to decide when you are ready to take the final test
before you get your diploma. The programme is that we
have movies each day to begin with at 11am, as you know
we change you during that. At one o'clock we bring your
food and you feed each other. Then Nanny takes you
outside in the garden to play until half three, then you can
play or sleep indoors until home time at 5.15."
She lifted me out the bath onto the mat.
"Now I'm putting your disposable on, which will be
changed before home time. You know about what that
means?"
I nodded, recalling the tiny camera. "When you are
nearing a diploma, we change it to one of the soft plastic
ones. Oh, and we don't normally have messy sissies here,
so there's lots of time on the potty normally."
I was relieved there'd be no more enemas. She lifted
me up and took me back. "I've got five minutes free," she
finished, "do you want to sit on my lap?" I was thrilled and
curled up to catch up on the movie, as she stroked my
hair. All too soon she had to go, placing a dummy gently in
my mouth. After the story ended, several cartoons made
us all laugh loudly, then lunch was brought in by Miss
Carly.
She put us in pairs and removed our dummies, I had
to feed Aileen. She was a tall thin girl with long hair over
her face, a pink dress, same color as me, but of a much
stiffer material and three layers of softer pink over the skirt.
She held her mouth open rather like a baby bird. I had to
brush her hair aside to feed her we hardly had any
exchange of words. On me, she was a little brusque
feeding and I had to gobble while she chatted
inconsequentially about Miss Slapham and how she
adored her.
The soup was different flavour today, as was the puree,
only even sweeter. Aileen then explained we held each
other's bottles and we lay back on the carpet and fed each
other the milk. I enjoyed that, and loved my wee all
uncontrolled flowing out as I drank, and I easily finished
sucking first, "I've won," I laughed, but she didn't see the
joke.
I was wet but happy when Nanny popped in our
dummies and took us outside to play. No Purple Boys to
scare us today and it was great fun on the swing and I
made friends with Rosey, only sorry Chloe preferred the
boys. Nanny also played a ball game with us all before
taking us back indoors.
I curled up to sleep, and I think the others did too, even
though we were allowed to play.
I t was five when we were awoken by Miss Slapham
and Miss Carly, and sat on our pink potties. I made sure I
got it all out, as though I loved a wet nappy, I never wanted
another dirty nappy again. All ready for home, dummies
removed, dressed like normal, we were taken down to
Nanny's limo.
Apparently we didn't go home with the other group, they
sometimes got a bit boisterous, I could imagine. I sat next
to Chloe who looked tense, and oddly I realised she was
still in her school uniform. But I was so tired, I had dozed
off when Nanny told me I was home, and I stumbled down
the road and fell asleep at once.
Michaela awoke me at half seven, she'd got her supper
ready, and warmed my soup and puree. It was lovely being
fed and when I was, I noticed I always weed. My nappy
filled as she told me of her day, but I didn't take it in. Like
the previous evening, all I wanted was sleep and I don't
even remember her tucking me in.
It was past ten when I stirred. I felt cosy and wet. In bed,
Michaela fed me and dressed me. I asked her why she
wasn't at work, but she replied that she'd taken a few days
off. She took my hand and we walked down the road to
where Nanny picked me up.
To time as usual, the limo drew up and I pushed in, next
to the Purple Boys. Then Michaela jumped in aside me. I
looked surprised but pleased of her protection and glad
she was seeing me to school. The boys started ribbing her
but she knew how to put them in their place. I tried to catch
Sy's eye, but couldn't.
However when we arrived I did get to ask how she'd got
on. Yes those boys had tricked her too, But she cheered
me with the news there was room for her in our group now.
I kissed Michaela goodbye and skipped up the stairs
looking forward to a lovely day.
I sat next to Sy and I lapped up in more detail her
adventure behind the shed.
"I'd never done anything like that afore, Janey," she
admitted fighting back tears.
"They was so rough with me."
No wonder she looked all at sea.
I held her hand as the tv screen lit up. A fanfare
announced Chloe had graduated with distinction and we
saw a video of her that must have been in Miss Carly's
office, receiving her award. Today's movie was, all about a
lost dog who was befriended by a young girl. Soon after,
Miss Becky popped in our dummies and popped us on our
potties having removed nappies and we sat for a good half
hour enjoying the story and making sure we pooped. I sat
through this story enrapt, but I also felt a strong urge for
my cuddly Panties to be put on,
Miss Becky gave me a plastic one today, which must
have meant I was getting on well. We laughed at more
cartoons, then I was happily paired with Sy and we fed
each other very satisfyingly. She remarked how she
always had to wee whenever she was fed and I agreed,
just as my mouth was full and my pantie was filling. It was
a lovely feeling.
We remembered to talk "pwoply" as I'd warned her of
the camera. As Nanny took us outside to play we passed a
pleased looking Chloe, that was unusual as we never saw
anyone from other groups normally.
"I'm off home," she said a little smugly showing her
diploma.
"Miss Slapham was very pleased with me. But... Oh," she
added in a quieter voice, "beware the tricks."
I couldn't understand her but was pleased for her as she
strutted out the front door. More than ever I wanted that
Gold Diploma! I played with Sy who began by showing me
where the boys had been naughty with her. We found a
pink elephant here and sat down to play with it. Funny
noises it made which made us giggle, then Sy noticed it
was hollow and opening it we found a key, the key to our
panties. We looked at each other, then Sy fished out
another object, she looked at me puzzled, but I recognised
it as a dildo.
If I was overcome with a strong desire to rip off Sy's
pantie, there was another urge that warned me not.
Perhaps it was Chloe's final words ringing in me, and I am
sure I sighed but motioned to Sy to put it back. She
however had started playing with it, and hastily I grabbed it
and closed the elephant shut. I pulled Sy over to the swing
and pushed her, she liked that though I wasn't sure if the
movement was exciting her too much.
So I took her to Nanny and asked if she could play with
us. She gave us a push on the roundabout where two days
ago we'd had that nasty time with the Purple Boys, but this
was much more pleasant as Nanny let us twirl quietly
round and round. I got tired of that and left Nanny and Sy
to go over to Rosey who was all on her own.
She was cradling a doll and gave me another and we
hugged them and pretended to feed them, and change
them and dress them, it was really nice and I was sorry
when we had to go in. Nanny who had been making her
notes gathered us to go in, but Sy was not with us.
Nanny scoured the garden, there was only one place
she could be. Yes, she was quickly fetched from behind
the shed and what an absolutely awful sight she looked
with that pulsing dildo, I'm afraid she was not gonna get
her diploma any time soon.
I was sorry for her as we walked up the stairs, when
there was another unusual happening, I suppose because
we had been slightly delayed, we bumped into the Naughty
Group on their way down.
They teased poor Sy but I had stopped still for there
with them was Michaela in a black shiny top and white pvc
skirt! I grabbed her arm as we passed, but she only smiled
and went down. I couldn't understand this at all.
In the room I dozed off and had a frightfully confusing
dream about Michaela, Sy and The Purple Boys.
Miss Slapham awoke me before the others and sat me
on my potty.
"We've been pleased with your progress," she said
awfully formally,
"You did well today and we believe you might be ready
for the final test." I nodded with enthusiasm.
"It's quite simple," she explained. "You go home in your
sissy clothes and if you come back tomorrow with them on,
you'll get your diploma."
I gasped for a minute, cos being in the garden in my
sissy clothes was one thing, but to go home, walk down
the road, maybe see someone in the apartment block, was
another matter entirely. At least I would only have
Michaela in the apartment, no family to get the shock of
their lives like Sy. I nodded again, then was alone with my
worries. The others were sat on their potties now, as I
prepared for the big test. Everyone was dressed except
me. We were taken by Miss Becky downstairs and into our
waiting limo.
"Good luck," Miss Becky encouraged. "Oh, Michaela
says she won't be home this evening, not to worry. Would
you like me to pop over?"
I gasped out "thank oo Miss Becky" as the car whizzed
away.
I was very nervous as Nanny slowed down to drop me
off. I don't think Sy realised what was happening. She
waved as I stepped gingerly on the pathway almost into a
passer by who apologized as if it had been their fault. I
dashed down the path, my dress streaming behind me, my
pantie must have been highly visible, but I saw only a
couple of people I didn't know, but then I stopped dead.
The lady from the next apartment was coming towards me.
I crossed the road looking away but I don't know, I think
she had seen me for she was staring over the road at me.
I dashed on again into the block and straight into the lift,
not seeing a man just alighting. I recognised him, even
though I didn't know his name and I know he knew me, for
he looked more than a little surprised staring at my see
thru nappy under my lovely sissy dress. It was a huge
relief to slam my front door shut, and I grabbed my bottle
and sucked feverishly. That made me wet my dry pantie
and I felt better.
The doorbell was ringing. It was Miss Becky come to
see how I was. She did answer some of my questions
about Michaela as she fed me. Michaela was doing well in
the Naughty Group, but what Miss Becky couldn't explain
was what Michaela was up to. Miss Becky kindly took me
up to bed.
"Do oo wan' me to stay with oo?" she asked sweetly.
"Miss Slapham doesn't normally let me out, but she
agreed as this was a special case. But I really must get
back soon."
I wondered what exactly that meant as she lay aside me
on our bed and stroked my hair.
I could see she had a key, the key of my pantie in her
hand which she placed in the lock. I was glad I was so
tired or I might not have resisted. I think I must have, for I
fell asleep in her arms.
Yes, I had more funny dreams (or was it reality?) that
night, of Miss Becky kissing me in huge passionate
embraces, and exciting me enormously and lots more I
can't bring to mind, before I awoke at six in a complete
daze.
I filled my pantie completely so that it really bulged. I
stood up to look at myself in the mirror, oh dear, that pantie
can't be hidden by my dress. Perhaps I could put one of
my skirts over it, just down the road and discard it when
the car came? But with my diploma so close, I didn't want
to risk it.
I waited in agony for those hours until I had to go out,
imagining all the pitfalls. I left it to the very last minute then
dashed downstairs with an old newspaper in front of me. I
drew a few more stares inevitably, but I made it to the
street corner, and waited. of course the car had to be late.
It seemed never to be coming. It wasn't coming, and I
puzzled what I should do. I think it was nearly five minutes,
though it seemed five hours, when nanny drew up.
I had already discarded the paper, hoping she hadn't
seen it, and hopped in, to catcalls from the Purple Boys.
"Are you ever gonna get your diploma?" I asked them
with withering sarcasm.
One was pawing me until Nanny shouted to him to
stoppit. But he continued whispering about another go
behind the shed and digging my bulging pantie, and I was
so relieved when we got there.
Sy wished me good luck, she was really upset she had
to go back to the Naughty Group as her punishment. I was
ushered into Miss Carly's office.
"You passed," she gave me a slight nod of approval,
"well done."
Miss Slapham will be down to present you with your
Diploma. We just need you to choose your sissy name, so
you can start your new life as a sissy properly. Think about
who you'd like to be as you sign your papers."
After all the documents were completed, I told her,
"I'd like to be called Josie, pwease, Miss Carly." And that
is the name she wrote on my Gold Diploma, my real name
was there at the bottom. Miss Slapham congratulated me.
"Oo've done vewy well Josie," she praised me more
warmly than I had ever heard before. "Oo did weally well,
one our best poopils ever. Oo can leave here with ore
head held high."
I muttered my thanks, remembering this was being
relayed to the rest of my group watching the tv. Then we
shook hands and it was over. Miss Slapham kissed me
goodbye, but I politely inquired about her Advanced Group.
"Of course," she kissed me anew, "come back at two
o'clock and we'll be most pleased to enrol you."
As I looked nonplussed she continued.
"Your clothes are in the cloaks where you can get
changed. See you at two."
I reluctantly removed my lovely velvet dress and
cleaned myself, and in quite a dreamworld of my own, said
au revoir to Miss Carly in her office and stepped outside.
The fresh air seemed to break the spell for a moment,
and I sat on a seat to wonder about Michaela puzzling
what it was all about. Sy and Chloe too- I wondered
whether the latter had left for good.
I walked round to Sy's home to get a rough response
from her mum. I was gonna confide in her my worries
about her daughter, but all I received was a slam in the
face.
I had my lunch in a bar, do you know I chose soup and
yoghurt without even thinking about it. My mind was racing
ahead to two o'clock when Josie would continue her
Advanced Training. What on earth could that be?
(to be concluded)
