Chapter 1.
My eyes slowly opened and I saw the now familiar bars of my crib surrounding me as I lay on my back, all safe and snug in my thick cloth baby diapers and pink flannel sleeper. I still was very groggy and became a little startled when I suddenly realised that I had wet and messed my diapers while I was asleep. This was the first time I had ever done that overnight without being awake at the time. I felt like such a baby and it made me smile!
Then I also realized that my sissy clitty was very excited and pressing hard against my wet baby diapers. Even though it was really cold and soggy in there, my sissy clitty felt really good. Without thinking, I began to rub the front of my sleeper with my hands. The extra thick night-time baby diapers already kept my legs splayed, but I spread them a bit further as I rubbed myself faster and harder.
I closed my eyes and began softly whispering to myself 'I wuv my baby diapers . . . I wuv my baby diapers . . . I wuv my baby diapers' over and over. It didn't take long before I felt that magical sissy feeling in my baby diapers. I wanted to cry out in ecstacy, but I knew that I couldn't. So I just held my breath and pressed both hands hard against the front of my sleeper as I spurt my sissy cream.
I love being a sissy in my baby diapers, but Mommy hasn't let me do that for a long time and I really wanted to. So the other morning, I woke up with a very stiff sissy clitty and just decided that I had to make sissy creamies in my baby diapers right then. After going so long without, it felt sooooooooo good when it happened, but I immediately began to panic. Mommy had told me that I could be a sissy in my baby diapers only when she gave her permission.
Fortunately, not long after I spurt my sissy cream, I had to wet myself. So I just forced every bit of pee-pee into my baby diapers and hoped that Mommy didn't notice any sissy cream when she changed me.
I was so relieved when she finished changing me that morning and didn't say a word. All that pee-pee must have covered up my little sissy sin. Since that first time, I have done the same thing each morning, with today being the 4th time. I feel like such a bad little diapered sissy, but it feels so good that I just can't stop.
So, after I spurt my cream this morning, I quickly got on my hands and knees and waited patiently until I could make pee-pee in my baby diapers. Soon I felt the warm flow gushing into my already soaked baby diapers, washing away all traces of my morning sissy pleasure. Then I curled back up on my side and dozed off as the dawn light started to peek into my nursery through the window.
When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight made the pink walls of my nursery very bright and I saw Mommy standing beside my crib looking down at me as she said, 'Good morning my sweet sissy. Is sleepyhead ready to be changed?'
I reached out my arms to her as I replied, "Yeth, Mommy. My diaperth are verwee wet and methy.'
Suddenly, she smacked my hand and said in a slightly stern tone 'What are you supposed to call them now?'
I grimaced as I rubbed my stinging hand and said meekly, 'Baby diaperth . . . My baby diaperth are verwee wet and methy. Pweese change my baby diaperth, Mommy.'
'That's better, sweetheart. Remember, you are a sissy who has to wear baby diapers. That is your place in this house.'
A while ago, Mommy started telling me that because I now was diaper-dependent, I must call them by their proper name - baby diapers. Her slaps on my hands every time I mis-spoke were having the desired affect though, because this morning's slip was my first in a long time.
With that, Mommy helped me out of my crib, but rather than leading me to the changing table like she does first thing every morning, she guided me towards the feeding couch at the far end of my nursery. My wet and messy baby diapers felt very heavy between my legs as I waddled over to the couch. I saw a baby bottle with an extra large nipple sitting on the table next to the couch. I asked, ''Is nanny Win coming here for my morning feeding?'
'No dear, your nanny Lynn couldn't be here this morning, but you will get to drink her milk. She was nice enough to pump her breast milk for you and she dropped it off last night after you went night-night. So, I'm going to feed you first this morning and then I will change your baby diapers.'
I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to feed at my nanny's soft breast, but that feeling soon faded. I lay on the couch and Mommy cradled my head in her arm and gently placed the nipple in my mouth. When I tasted the first drops milk from the bottle, I was very content. I love the taste of my nanny's milk.
As I suckled my morning meal, Mommy began to whisper gently as she looked into my eyes.
'You love being Mommy's diapered sissy, don't you sweetheart?'
I nodded gently.
'Mommy always knows what's best for you, isn't that right?'
I nodded again.
'And you must always do as Mommy says because that makes Mommy happy, right?'
Her eyes were looking straight into mine and I began to worry.
'Mommy knows you have been a bad little sissy. Little sissies must always have their Mommy's permission before they can touch their sissy clitty. You have been acting like a big grown-up sissy who can spurt his sissy cream whenever he wants. Only big sissies can do that. Are you a big sissy now?'
I stopped sucking on the nipple as I lay there feeling so small and afraid. Mommy had never really punished me before. What was she going to do to me? I was trembling inside.
'Mommy always knows what her little diapered sissy is up to, day and night. I can always tell when you have been bad. Because you disobeyed Mommy and made sissy creamies in your baby diapers without permission, I am going to punish you.'
I felt so ashamed. I knew that I wasn't supposed to rub my sissy clitty without Mommy's permission, but I just couldn't help it. I felt my bottom lip quivering as Mommy said she was going to punish me. I wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness, but somehow I knew that would not help me now.
Then Mommy kissed me on the forehead and whispered 'Now finish your bottle, Kathy.'
That's all she said. I slowly started to drink from the bottle again. Mommy stroked my hair and started to quietly sing to me. I was confused. I felt afraid of my punishment, whatever it was going to be, but I also started to feel calm and safe as I continued to nurse from the baby bottle. I just focused all my sissy attention on the nipple and hoped that the milk in my bottle would never run out. But even my little sissy brain knew that wasn't going to happen.
Chapter 2.
When I had drank the last bit of my nanny's milk from the bottle, Mommy praised me, saying 'All gone! Very good sweetheart. Nanny Lynn will be very pleased that you drank all of the milk she pumped just for you. Time to get you out of your wet and messy baby diapers.'
Mommy stood up from the couch, took me by the hand and led me to the changing table. She pulled the zipper all the way down the front of my flannel sleeper and helped me step out of it and up onto the table. After placing a paci in my mouth, she began to undo my messy baby diapers. Not long after she started cleaning me off, Mommy frowned a bit and said, 'Just as I thought. That's the 4th morning in a row. It is time for you to be punished.'
Mommy knew exactly what I had been doing. I thought I could hide it, but now I knew that Mommy can always tell if I've been a bad sissy. I felt really sad.
With the paci still in my mouth, I tried to tell Mommy about how I wet and messed my baby diapers for the first time in my sleep last night. I guess I was hoping that might make her happy with me again and maybe she wouldn't punish me so much. She did tell me that I was a good little diapered sissy for doing that, but she seemd more intent on the task at hand than on what I was saying. Soon she had my diaper area all cleaned up, but for some reason she wasn't putting diaper cream and powder on me. Instead she said 'Today is going to be different. Kathy, you are going to wear big-girl panties!'
I stopped sucking on my paci and just looked at Mommy. She smiled and seemed happy when she said that. I thought I was going to be punished. I was confused.
Mommy continued, 'Since you decided on your own to act like a big grown-up sissy, not a little sissy, you are going to be dressed like a big sissy. That means you will wear big-girl panties.'
'But Mommy, if I wear big-girl panteeth, won't I have to uthe the potty to make pee-pee and poo-poo?', I asked meekly.
'You are a very smart big sissy, aren't you.', she replied with a grin. 'But the most important thing you need to remember is that Mommy still has to give you permission to use the potty. No permission, no potty, OK?'
I thought about it for a second and said 'OK, Mommy.' I was a bit unsure about wearing big-girl panties instead of my baby diapers, but it kind of felt exciting to try that, so I agreed. Mommy opened the lowest drawer in the changing table and pulled out a pair of very white cotton panties that had little pink hearts all over them. They looked very cute and girlie and when she showed them to me, I really did want to wear them.
Then Mommy looked into my eyes in that way that always gets my full attention, and she said, 'Along with your big-girl panties, you will be wearing 2 other things.' She reached down into the bottom drawer again and pulled something out, but kept it hidden in her hand. 'Kathy, you have to be taught that you never touch your sissy clitty without my permission. This will help you to understand that Mommy has control over your sissy clitty at all times.'
I was so intent on looking at my Mommy's eyes while she was talking and before I knew what has happening, she was tugging on my sissy clitty and I felt her pinching and squeezing everything down there. 'Ow, Mommy! What are you doing?' I protested and tried to sit up, but she had already secured the changing table security strap across my tummy like she always does when changing me, so I wasn't going far. Suddenly something kind of cold was on my limp little sissy clitty and I felt a strange tightness all around my sissy clitty and sissy balls. Then I heard a 'CLICK'. 'What is it, Mommy? I don't like it!', I blurted out.
'This is a male chastity device, but it is going to serve a different purpose for you. What you are feeling down there is Mommy's hand tightly gripping your sissy clitty at all times. This is how you finally are going to learn what Mommy has been telling you since I took you shopping for your first dress and Mary Janes - Mommy knows what's best for her little diapered sissy and you have to listen to your Mommy.'
Then she reached down into that bottom drawer a third time and showed me the other thing I would wear with my big-girl panties. This thing I recognized. It looked like my sissy wet dream plug, but this one didn't have the large, bulky part that stayed on the outside. This one was smaller and trimmer. 'Is that a sissy wet dream plug, Mommy?' I asked.
She explained, 'Sort of, but this one does not vibrate like your sissy wet dream plug that Aunt Sue gave you. It just goes into your sissy pussy and stays there.'
After motioning for me to bring my knees to my chest, Mommy put some lubricant on the plug and began to insert it into my sissy pussy. As she slowly moved the tip in and out, she told me 'You are going to wear this plug to remind you that Mommy has control over your sissy pussy too, not just your sissy clitty. It is extremely important that you choose to give up control of both these parts of your sissy body. Once you give them over to Mommy, you will be a completely happy and content diapered sissy.'
As Mommy tried to push the plug deeper into my sissy pussy, I realized I was pushing back on it. Maybe I still was trying to hold onto some little shred of control. But as I heard the words my Mommy was saying, deep down inside I knew she was right. When I finally understood what I was doing, I just gave up tightening my sissy pussy and let it completely relax. As soon as I did that, the plug popped right into place. It was a bit uncomfortable, but there was nothing I could do about that. It was OK, though . . . Mommy was in control.
Mommy must have sensed what just happened, because she nodded in approval and said to me 'Very good! That's a good sissy.' Then she udid the security strap and helped me sit up on the changing table. I winced and quickly leaned to one side to relieve the pressure I felt from the plug pushing even deeper into my sissy pussy, 'Let's get you dressed now. Here are your big-girl panties, Stand up and put them on yourself while I get your outfit for today.'
I did as I was told and stepped into the cotton panties and pulled them up into place. I was careful moving them over my encased sissy clitty. I didn't want to bump it or make it move, because it was pretty uncomfortable. It felt very strange to be wearing regular underwear, but the fact that this was a pair of big-girl panties made it kind of exciting. All of the sudden, the discomfort in my panties grew worse as my sissy clitty started to get bigger. I quickly tried to take my mind off the excitement of wearing panties. I looked at my stuffed animals on the rocking chair and my crib with the cute mobile hanging above it. That seemed to work - the discomfort level went back down to 'bearable'. I knew that my sissy clitty could not get excited while Mommy's hand was gripping it like this.
Mommy had left my nursery for a minute and then came back with a large shopping bag. She placed it on the changing table and reached inside. She announced, 'As a self-proclaimed grown-up big sissy, you need to have a training bra to go with your big-girl panties.' Out of the bag she pulled a plastic hanger with a delicate white bra dangling from it. The bra had very flat cups made of shiney satin.
'This might be a little snug on you, but I think it should work. It wasn't easy finding a 38AA training bra that looked this pretty.'
It did look very pretty. I had never worn a bra before and my head was spinning a bit at the thought of putting this one on. Mommy took it off the hanger, removed the store tag and began to put it on me. I felt her secure it in the back and then she adjusted the strap lengths to make the cups lay in the right place. They had a little bit of padding in them, which made me look like I had small breasts that were just beginning to develop. Mommy turned me towards the big mirror on the wall and I saw myself for the first time wearing a bra and panties.
Mommy exclaimed, 'Don't you look like such a big sissy in your pretty bra and panties! Let's see what else is in this bag.'
Next she pulled out a flimsy white blouse with buttons down the front and a Peter Pan collar. She took the tag off it too and handed it to me to put on. Next came a short green plaid pleated skirt, which she had ready for me to step into by the time I finished buttoning the front of my blouse. Mommy zipped up the side of the skirt and adjusted it on my waist. The skirt was kind of short with the hem about 6 inches or so above my knees. Then Mommy sat me back up on the changing table as she began to put a pair of white over-the-knee stockings on me. The last thing she pulled out of the shopping bag was a shoe box. She handed it to me and said 'Open it, my sissy.' I removed the lid and parted the tissue paper revealing a very shiney pair of black patent leather Mary Janes, but these had high heels. The Mary Janes I had in my closet were flats. How in the world was I going to walk in these shoes?
Mommy gushed, 'These are your new big-girl Mary Janes, dear. They have 2 1/2 inch spike heels. Don't they just look darling?' She took them out of the box and showed them to me. They had rounded toes, like the little-girl style Mary Janes in my closet, but the high heels on these shoes also made them look very 'big-girl'.
I sat there on my changing table watching Mommy put these Mary Janes on my feet. My head was really spinning now with this whole new outfit that I never dreamed I would be wearing. After buckling both straps, she held my hands as I tried to stand up in my pretty new heels. I felt very unbalanced as Mommy helped me take a few steps. She led me closer to the big mirror on the wall and there I was . . . I did look like a grown-up sissy in my school girl outfit. I loved the look of my legs in the white stockings and black patent Mary Jane heels. My cute little plaid skirt showed off the tops of my over-the-knee stockings and the white blouse fit perfectly. Then I blushed a little when I noticed that the blouse was a bit shear, clearly revealing my training bra underneath. While I was admiring myself in the mirror, Mommy quickly combed my hair back, which now was just long enough to put into a little ponytail. That completed the look.
Suddenly I said 'OW!' and pressed a hand against the front of my skirt. The excitement of seeing myself in the mirror went straight to my sissy clitty.
Mommy quickly grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my crotch. 'Remember Mommy's grip on your sissy clitty. No excitement or touching unless I say so.'
I looked away from the mirror and took a few deep breaths. 'OK Mommy. I'm sowy, I won't touch my thithy cwitty.'
'That's what Mommy wants to hear. Now that you are dressed in your new grown-up sissy outfit, let's get started on our day. OK?'
Chapter 3.
It took a long time for me to walk downstairs with my new high-heeled Mary Janes on. I wanted to hold onto the rail, but Mommy made me keep my hands at my side as she instructed me how to walk in a feminine way as we descended the staircase. I almost stumbled a few times, but Mommy got me back in balance. I did like to hear the sound of my heels as they hit the hardwood floor of each step. Of course, I felt Mommy's presence around my sissy clitty and in my sissy pussy with each step. It was very difficult to focus on what she was saying to me, but I tried as hard as I could to ignore the discomfort in my panties. Once we made it all the way down, Mommy began to instruct me further in how to carry myself and walk in my grown-up sissy shoes.
After several trips around the livingroom, Mommy said that I was getting a bit better, but that was enough training for now. She led me into the kitchen where I saw a legal note pad and 2 pens on the kitchen table. Mommy pulled the wooden chair out and told me to sit. I noticed that the seat cushion usually on the chair was gone. All the other kitchen table chairs still had their cushions in place. Without thinking, I sat right down on the hard wooden chair and instantly tried to stand back up, but Mommy put her hands on the shoulders of my white blouse and guided me back down into the chair. I tried to squirm and lean to one side to take pressure off the plug, but Mommy smacked my hand and told me to sit up straight. I took a deep breath and did as I was told.
Mommy sat down in the chair across from me and pushed the legal pad and pens toward me. 'This is part of your punishment.' she announced.
'What is it?' I asked.
'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy always belong to Mommy' she said. 'That is what you must learn from your punishment. So you are going to sit at this table and write what I just said 100 times. Your handwriting must be legible and you will sit up tall and straight in your chair, keeping your knees together and your pretty Mary Jane shoes flat on the floor while you complete your assignment. If I judge any of your lines to be unacceptable, it will not count towards your total of 100. Do you understand?'
My mouth hung open as I heard what Mommy told me I had to do and all I could think about was the hard seat of this chair pushing that plug further up into my sissy pussy. It actually was touching a good spot inside of me, but I knew I had to ignore that. Otherwise my sissy clitty would get excited and feeling Mommy's grip get any tighter would make this assignment almost impossible to finish!
'Do you understand!' she repeated louder, snapping me out of my current daze.
'Yeth, Mommy. I do.'
I looked down and saw that Mommy had already written 'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy always belong to Mommy' at the top of the page. I took a few more deep breaths, tried to sit up as straight as I could, picked up the pen and began to write the lesson that Mommy wanted me to learn.
The first 10 times were pretty easy. My handwriting was neat and I kept my posture in the chair.
The next 10 started getting a bit harder. I became more aware of the plug pressing deep in my sissy pussy. My shoulders were getting tired. Tried to keep focusing.
By the 30th line, Mommy walked by and tapped me on the back, saying 'Sit up straight in your chair.' My hand was gettinig tired. Had to rest a bit between lines.
I just kept pushing myself to the halfway mark. Keeping my high heel shoes flat on the floor started to make my feet and legs feel uncomfortable.
On to 60 . . . 70 . . . 80 . . . It all became a blur. Mommy had to tap me on the shoulders again and remind me to keep my Mary Janes flat on the floor.
Then I started to pay attention to the stimulation in my sissy pussy and it started to excite my sissy clitty. I started to fidget. My writing got a little sloppy. I felt like I couldn't finish. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I wanted to cry.
Out of the corner of my watery eye, I could see Mommy looking at me as I struggled to finish the assignment. She walked over and stood right next to me, leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'Focus on what you are writing, not what you feel in your panties. Those 2 parts belong to Mommy, not to you. Let go of them. Now, don't just write the words. Understand the words and what they mean.'
I put the pen down for a moment and tried to compose myself. Deep breath. OK, starting the last 10. Wrote each word with great care. Could hear Mommy's voice repeating each word in my head as I wrote it. Started to see the whole sentence, not just the individual words. 'A little diapered sissy' . . . That's what I am. 'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy' . . . Those are my body parts that Mommy keeps diapered. 'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy always belong to Mommy' . . . They really do belong to Mommy. She wants to keep them safe and secure. That's what the baby diapers are for!
By the time I was writing the last 5 lines, I did not feel any discomfort in my panties. Mommy was right! Mommy is always right.
I put down my pen and let out a big sigh. I kept my head down, looking at the paper and quietly said, 'All done, Mommy. I hope I did good.'
Mommy picked up the pad and flipped back to the first page to start looking at my work. I waited patiently with my head still looking down at the table. She shook her head a bit and said 'Your penmanship was a little weak on these . . . But I have decided they are acceptable. I watched you closley as you wrote the last 10 lines. It seemed like you took Mommy's words to heart. Did you learn anything from this, dear?'
'Yeth, Mommy. I did wern thomthing verwee important. I wath a bad wittle thithy by touching my thithy cwitty wifout your permithon. I won't do it again. I pwomise.'
'Very good, sweetheart. That's an important lesson to learn, but you need to understand that your punishment is not over yet. When Mommy knows that you have truely learned your lesson, then your punishment will end. Now, would you like a bowl of oatmeal before we go out? There are lots of things we need to do today.'
Chapter 4.
After breakfast, Mommy got her purse and my diaper bag. I was puzzled why she wanted to bring that because I was wearing big girl panties instead of diapers today. As we headed for the car, I thought for a second about asking permission to use the bathroom before we left, but I felt like I was OK at that point, so I didn't ask. Mommy put me in the back seat as usual and buckled my seatbelt for me. As we pulled out of the garage and drove off, I asked 'Where are we going, Mommy?'
'You'll see soon enough, Kathy. Just be a quiet sissy and we'll be there in about 20 minutes.'
So I just did as I was told and sat there quietly thinking my sissy thoughts to myself. First, I began admiring my big girl outfit. I really loved the way my black patent leather Mary Janes looked on my feet. They are very hard to walk in, though. The little practice I had in our house helped and the one thing I learned is that I have to take little girly steps in these shoes. I ran my fingers up and down the over-the-knee stockings encasing my legs and they felt really nice to the touch. I liked my cute little pleated plaid skirt, but it was just so short. I was used to wearing longer frilly dresses and petticoats, so this little skirt felt very different. Looking down at my crisp white blose, the only thing I really noticed was the pretty little white cups of my bra underneath. Even though it was only a trainng bra, being able to wear my first bra made me feel like such a grown-up sissy. And wearing big girl panties felt very strange . . . Sort of like I wasn't completely dressed. I did miss my baby diapers.
Suddenly we hit a couple of big bumps in the road and I again became keenly aware of the plug Mommy had put in my sissy pussy. The soft cushion of the car seat was much easier to sit on than that hard wooden kitchen chair earlier this morning. However, those bumps reminded me that I still am being punished and I shifted in my seat a bit trying to ease the pressure I felt so that my caged sissy clitty would not begin causing me problems again.
Then I started thinking about my punishment. I knew Mommy had to punish me for touching my sissy clitty without permission, but I wish she would just spank me or send me to my crib without supper or something like that. I just wanted it to be over quickly. When Mommy had me write her words 100 times, I hoped that would be all I had to do, but when she told me my punishment was not over yet, I felt scared. Writing all that with a plug in my sissy pussy and a cage on my sissy clitty was really really hard to do and I was afraid more things would be coming that were harder.
As my sissy angst began to grow, Mommy announced 'We're here, sweetheart!'
I wasn't sure where we were, but I think Mommy drove us to the next town over from ours and we were in the downtown area. Mommy parked in a garage and we got out of the car. She put my diaper bag over one shoulder and her purse over the other and we began walking towards the stairs. Mommy quietly reminded me how to walk properly in my high heels as we started on our way. The sound of my heels walking on the cement echoed in the garage and I really liked the sound they made. Then when we got to the stairs, Mommy told me 'No hands on the rails. Hands daintily at your side for balance. Graceful, feminine steps as you descend.'
When we made it down the 2 flights of stairs, I smiled and looked at Mommy saying 'I did it Mommy! '
'Yes you did, Kathy. Mommy is proud of her big sissy.', she replied in an approving tone.
As we started walking along the street, I felt a strong warning from my bladder. So, in my sweetest voice, I said to Mommy 'I have to go to the bafwoom to make pee-pee in the potty, Mommy. Ith that OK?'
'Not right now, dear. You need to be a grown-up sissy and hold your pee-pee in for awhile longer.' was her reply.
I just said 'OK Mommy' and tried to ignore the growing urge. We walked for a couple more blocks and turned into a store. I saw the sign in the window read 'Melissa's Bridal Boutique'. As Mommy held the door open, I walked in a saw all kinds of wedding dresses all around the store. 'Why are we here, Mommy?' I asked her right away. She just ignored my question and kept walking. I followed behind Mommy as she went up to the main counter where she was greeted by a very pretty lady. Mommy shook her hand saying 'Hello Melissa, I'm Mary. We spoke on the phone the other day.'
'Why, yes Mary. I remember you and this must be your little sissy Kathy.' she said as she turned to look at me.
Mommy told me 'Say hello to Miss Melissa, dear. Remember your manners.'
'Hehwo Mith Melitha', I said shyly. I tried to curtsey, but high heels and a short skirt made that a bit difficult for me.
'Very nice to meet you Kathy. Your Mommy has told me all about you and I am very pleased she brought you to my store today. My, but don't you look like such a grown-up sissy in your high heel Mary Janes and stockings with such a pretty skirt and blouse. Is that a training bra I see you have on under your blouse?'
'Yeth, maam. Thith ith the firtht time Mommy put my in a bwa.' I said kind of proudly, puffing my chest out a little bit. Then I turned and asked Mommy again 'Why are we here? Do you need a bwide's dweth, Mommy?'
Mommy and Miss Melissa both chuckled and smiled at my question. Then Miss Melisssa took me by the hand and led us towards the back of the store, saying 'Come with me Kathy and I'll show you why you are here.'
We came to a door, which Miss Melissa opened with a key and then she turned the lights on. My eyes got big as I saw all kinds of pretty little girl style dresses, like the ones Mommy dressed me in before today. There were racks of dresses and fluffy petticoats along one wall and lots of manikins with different dresses on them throughout the room. 'I wike thith thtore Mommy!' I gushed as I walked around staring at the beautiful dresses.
Mommy said 'I thought you might like it, dear. Miss Melissa runs the bridal store out front, but I learned from your Aunt Sue that she also has this very special store here in the back for little sissies like you.'
'Are we gonna buy me a dweth Mommy? I asked, jumping up and down a bit in my excitement.
'No, dear. No dress buying today.' she replied with a mock frown on her face. 'Today is just for letting Miss Melissa get all of your measurements.'
'Oh, Ith that all.' I said with a dejected look on my face.
Mommy told me 'Don't look so sad, Kathy. The good news is that Miss Melissa is going to be making all of your dresses from now on. That's why she has to get all of your measurements just right, so she can make all kinds of dresses for you.'
I thought about it for a few seconds and then I started to smile again. 'OK Mommy. I wike the dwetheth Mith Mewitha makth. They're weel pwetty.'
Miss Melissa led me to the back of the room where I saw a round pink platform in front of several mirrors. As we got closer to the platform , I stopped in my tracks when I saw the manikin in the corner with a spotlight shining on it. It had on a dress that was a vision in white, all satin and lace and frills and bows. It was just like that white dress I saw in my first sissy wet dream, the dress that Mommy locked onto me in that dream. 'Mommy . . . Wook . . . Thatth the dweth fwum my firtht thtithy wet dweem. I wuv that dweth. Can we buy that dweth . . . pweeeeeze?'
'That is a very pretty dress, but not today dear. Let's let Miss Melissa do her work.'
Someone said to me 'OK, sweetheart. I need you to get undressed and stand on this platform.' but I really wasn't sure who said it. My eyes still were fixated on that gorgeous white dress of my dreams (literally). Then I suddenly felt some pain in my panties and I had to look away from that dress. Just looking at it was getting my sissy clitty excited. I must have pressed my hand against the front of my skirt, because Mommy slapped it away, saying 'Remember dear. No touching.'
That snapped me back into reality and then I suddenly felt a very urgent need to go pee-pee. So I quickly asked 'Ith there a bafwoom here?'
Miss Melissa replied 'Yes, dear. There is one right over there.' as she pointed to a door right near that manikin I had been staring at.
So I turned to Mommy and asked nicely if I could have permission to use the bathroom to go pee-pee. As Mommy started to unbutton my blouse, she simply said 'No, you do not have permission to use the bathroom. We can't keep Miss Melissa waiting.'
I looked at Mommy with pleading eyes and asked again 'May I pweeeethe uthe the bafwoom, Mommy.'
'No, Kathy. You may not' was her reply once again as she removed my blouse. 'You are to stand still right here and let Miss Melissa take your measurements. Do you understand?' I knew that stern tone in Mommy's voice meant business, so I didn't say another word.
Soon Mommy had me undressed down to my training bra and big girl panties and I stepped up onto the platform. It felt a bit cold on my bare feet, but I knew I couldn't complain. I just tried to not think about going pee-pee, but that was doing nothing to make the urge go away.
Miss Melissa moved around me with a clipboard and tape measure in her hands as she started measuring every inch of my body and writing down the numbers. Eventually, she knelt down in front of my hips. As she wrapped the tape around them, she was looking right at the front of my panties. 'Mary, what is this bulge in your sissy's panties?' she asked my Mommy. 'Didn't you telll me his sissy clitty is quite small?'
'Kathy's little sissy clitty only seems bigger because it is locked in a chastity cage today. The device is creating the bulge you see. He is being punished for touching his sissy clitty with out my permission. He also has a plug in his sissy pussy right now too.'
Miss Melisaa said, 'I see . . .' as she tapped the hard cage a few times with one of her long fingernails. That simple tapping on my caged sissy clitty made my bladder urges become almost unbearable. I squeezed my legs together tightly and bit my lower lip, desperately trying to hold my pee-pee in. I knew I couldn't squirm too much or Mommy would get mad at me. I tried so hard to think about something else, but it was impossible. Oh, how I wished I was in my baby diapers. Then I could go pee-pee without even thinking about it.
I felt my eyes begin to tear up as I tried one last time to beg Mommy for permission to use the bathroom. 'Mommy . . . bafwoom . . . pweethe?'
She simply replied 'No, dear.'
That sealed my fate. I slowly hung my head in shame and waited for the inevitable.
It didn't take long. A shiver went thru my body and I lost control. I wimpered as I felt the first dribbles flow into my panties. Miss Melissa was measuring down the inside of my right leg, when she gasped and pulled away from me. I saw her stand up and then she actually started laughing a little bit as she said 'Mary, your sissy has sprunk a leak.'
Seeing Miss Melissa laughing at me as I started to wet my panties made me feel so embarrassed that I started to do 2 things uncontrollably - crying and flooding my panties with pee-pee. I just stood there, bawling my eyes out and helplessly wetting my panties. My whole body was shaking as I felt the warm flow streaming down my legs.
'Mommmmmyyyyyyy . . . I couldn't help it . . . I wet my big girl panteeth . . . I sowry Mommmmmmyyyy . . . Pweeeth put me back in my baby diaprth . . . Pweeeeeeth!'
I kept on crying in my shame, but Mommy didn't even try to console me. She just shook her head in disgust. She turned to Miss Melissa, saying 'I am so sorry for Kathy making such a mess in your nice store. He normally is kept in baby diapers, but since he was trying to act like a grown-up sissy by playing with his sissy clitty without permission, I put him in big girl panties today instead. Now look at what he's done to his nice new panties. They're ruined!'
Then Mommy turned back to me. 'Some grown-up sissy you are. You can't even keep your panties dry. You wanted to be a big sissy . . . Well, big sissys who make messes are big enough to clean them up. You are going to mop up every drop of your pee-pee off of Miss Melissa's floor. Do you hear me?!'
I stood there, still crying and wanting my Mommy's comfort and hugs, but I only saw her so angry at me. I was so ashamed for wetting my panties.
Miss Melissa went and got some wet paper towels while Mommy took my soaking wet panties off of me. They both used the wet towels to clean all the pee-pee off of me.
When Mommy went over to get my diaper bag, I felt so relieved. I wanted to be back in my baby diapers so badly. She reached into it and pulled out another pair of panties. My heart just sank. She handed them to me and barked the order 'Put these on and start cleaning up your mess.'
I was so disappointed that I had to put panties on again. I really wanted Mommy to put me back into my baby diapers, but I knew I shouldn't even ask her to do that. I just put the clean panties on without a word.
Miss Melissa came back with a mop and bucket of water and Mommy silently handed them to me. So I stood there . . . in my training bra and panties . . . mopping up all my pee-pee off the floor. This was even a worse punishment than writing 100 times the words of my Mommy that I never will forget . . . 'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy always belong to Mommy.' I just focused on those words once again as I worked on another unpleasant task that I had to finish. I just hoped my punishment would end soon.
Chapter 5.
After cleaning up my mess to Mommy's satisfaction, I stood back up on the platform and let Miss Melissa finish what she had started. Mommy made some pleasant chit-chat with Miss Melissa, but said nothing to me. Soon Miss Melissa stood up and announced that she had all my measurements and that I could get dressed, which I quietly did in the corner. Mommy came over and helped me put my Mary Janes back on and she finally did say to me 'Well Kathy, I hope you behave yourself better the rest of today than you did here.'
I just kept repeating 'I sowry Mommy!' over and over, still with tears in my eyes. When Mommy looked up after buckling my shoes, our eyes met and I hoped she saw how ashamed I was for wetting my big-girl panties.
Then she said 'I know you didn't mean to wet your panties dear, but Mommy still is a bit disappointed with you.' She did give me a little kiss on the forehead and that made me feel a little better.
As we began to head back out to the bridal boutique area, Miss Melissa said 'Here is a catalog Mary with all the sissy dress styles I have available. When you are ready to get Kathy a pretty new dress, just let me know and we can get started on it right away, since I have all his measurements now.'
'Thank you very much Melissa. We'll take a look at this and will be in touch. Again I am so sorry for the mess Kathy made.'
I turned and said 'Bye bye Mith Melitha.' a gave a little curtsey before we went out the front door and back down the street to the garage. 'I do wike Mith Melitha and her thtore. The maketh verwee pwetty dwetheth.'
Mommy did smile at me little as she replied 'I thought you might like her store. I'm sure we'll be back there soon when it's time to get you some new outfits.'
I was getting better at walking in my high heels and when we went back up the stairs in the garage, I did it with out stumbling once!
On our way back home, Mommy stopped at a fast food restaurant for some lunch and we went in the drive-thru. Mommy ordered me a kids meal and let me eat it in the car. She just made me put lots of napkins on my lap. I tried to be extra good and I ate it all without making any spills. After Mommy had me wipe my hands clean, she handed me the catalog that Miss Melissa had given her when we left. 'Here you go Kathy. This should keep you entertained for awhile.' So Mommy drove off while I started looking at Miss Melissa's catalog. I was feeling alot of pressure from the plug in my sissy pussy and it was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable as I sat there in the back seat, but the pretty pictures in the catalog soon distracted me enough that I soon forgot about it.
I became more and more entralled with each turn of the page. The dresses all looked so gorgeous and I wanted to wear all of them. The bright colors, the soft fabrics, the frilly details and accents just made me fantasize more and more about adding these dresses to my still small wardrobe. Then I turned to the last page and there it was . . . That stunning white satin dress I saw on the manakin in the corner . . . That vision in white from my first sissy wet dream. The picture in the catalog made it look even more beautiful! The model in the photo also had on every white accessory imaginable - a very full white petticoat, white tights, white lace trimmed anklets, white patent leather Mary Janes, white satin gloves, a white hat, and even a little necklace of white pearls. I sooooooo wished it could be me it that photo.
I kept going thru this catalog from cover to cover again and again, always spending lots of time staring at that last page with my favorite dress. Suddenly, Mommy opened my door and helped me get out of the car. I didn't even realise we had stopped. We started walking, but I just kept my nose buried in the catalog, lost in my sissy imagination. We got in an elevator as I once again turned to the last page of the catalog. I had no idea where we were going and I really didn't care at that point. I just kept pining for that white dress.
DING!
The evevator doors opened and we stepped off. I looked up from the object of my desire for just a moment and then absolute panic struck!
'Mommy, why are we here?!' I asked as dropped the catalog and tried to turn back to the elevator. Mommy already had hold of my upper arm and her strong grip kept me from turning back. 'I don't want to go in there Mommy! Pweeethe don't make me go in there!' I pleaded as hard as I could, but Mommy just picked up the catalog off the floor and kept me moving forward.
Mommy tried to reassure me. 'Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Mommy is with you. Everything will be fine. I know everyone in your old office will be thrilled to see you! They haven't seen you since the last day you worked here.'
'But Mommy, I fought you told them I had to quit. You told me you took care of it quietly!'
'I did take care of your resignation quietly. I just told your boss the truth about your new life and that you could not work here any more. She was very understanding, but she made me promise to bring you in for a visit when the time was right. And I decided that today was that right time. So here we are.'
I kept resisting, but Mommy's grip on my arm was too much for me as we arrived at the entrance to my old office. She stood right in front of me and made me look her in the eyes. 'If you want your punishment to end sooner rather than later, you need to be on your best sissy behavior. Now we are going in there and you are to show everyone what a happy sissy you are. Do you understand?'
'But they're gonna waff at me, Mommy!'
'Maybe some of them will at first dear, but if you show everyone how happy you are being Mommy's little sissy, I'm sure they will learn to be happy for you. Now hold your head high, stand up straight, and walk in your heels the way Mommy taught you.'
Mommy held open the door and I tried to stop myself from trembling. I took a couple of deep breaths to compose myself, stood up straight like Mommy said, and took small, girly steps across the threshold into the lobby. I saw the receptionist Jane at her desk. She was on the phone and looking down while writing something. She glanced up for a second and then did a big double-take as Mommy and I approached her desk.
I heard her say 'I need to call you back later, OK?' and then she hung up the phone. She smiled at us, but it was clear she wanted to bust out laughing. 'Why, hello Mary. How are you? It's been quite a while since you've been here.' she said warmly. Then in a more mocking tone, she added 'And who is this little cutie you have with you today?'
'Jane, I would like you to meet my little sissy Kathy. Say hello to Miss Jane, dear'
Trying to be on my best behavior, I gave a curtsey and said 'Hewo Mith Jane. I'm Kaffy and I wuv being my Mommy'th wittle thithy.'
Jane gushed in reply 'Well, I'll bet you do! That is a darling little outfit you have on Kathy. Did your Mommy pick that out for you?'
'Yeth Mith Jane. Mommy pickth out all my cwoze. The jutht gave me thith outfit today.'
Jane is an older lady and has been the receptionist in the office for a long time. She doesn't take crap from anyone and though she was nice to me most of the time, I always was a little afraid of her before. And now, talking to her like this made me feel so embarrassed. I was trying really hard to keep my posture, but I had to avert my eyes a bit from Jane's as she spoke to me.
Then Mommy asked Jane 'Is Elaine available? The last time I was here, I promised her I would bring Kathy by for a visit sometime.'
'I believe she is free right now.' Jane said as she got up from her desk and motioned for us to follow her. I took a few steps and then suddenly strong rumblings started happening in my tummy. I tried to keep walking, but I became keenly aware of my sissy pussy plug with each step. Mommy noticed me lagging behind, so she came back and took my hand saying 'Come along Kathy. Let's not keep Elaine waiting.' I picked up the pace of my mincing little steps, but the feeling in my panties was becoming very uncomfortable.
As we walked thru the main area of the office, I noticed several people stop in their tracks and stare at me while others stood up in their cubicles, peering over theirs walls at me as I followed Mommy and Jane. I heard alot of whispers and some snickers too. I felt my face get very red from embarrassment, but I tried to hold my head up like Mommy told me. To keep myself from bursting out in tears, I just quietly kept saying to myself 'I wuv being Mommyth wittle thithy' over and over.
Finally, we arrived at the door of Elaine's office. In my old life, she used to be my boss. Back then, there were times when I had been her 'whipping boy' if things went wrong at work. I didn't happen that often and I just put up with it when it did. Now, the thought of walking into her office dressed in my little sissy schoolgirl clothes terrified me, but I knew I had to do it. If I ever wanted my punishment to end, I had to do this.
Jane knocked on the open door and said with a big smile 'Look who's here to see you' as Mommy led me by the hand into Elaine's office. My former boss looked up from the papers she was reading and her entire face just lit up. 'My goodness . . . Mary . . . It has been too long, but I'm so glad you kept your promise and came for a visit!'
Elaine jumped up from her chair and came around to us, giving Mommy a big hug. Then she turned her attention to me. 'And you must be Kathy! So nice to finally meet you. Your Mommy has told me so much about her little sissy.'
I felt my face blossom in redness again and though my knees felt very shakey, I managed to give a fairly deep curtsey as I said 'Hewo Mith Ewaine. Verwee nithe to meet you too.' It was all l could do to get that much out of my mouth.
Elaine began looking me over from head to toe and said 'From what I heard from your Mommy, I am quite surprised to see looking so grown-up in your high heel Mary Janes and stockings with such a cute little skirt and blouse. Oh, and a training bra too! I was expecting you to be dressed in a more . . . um . . . infantile way. Do you have a diaper on under that little skirt?'
Mommy simply said 'Answer Miss Elaine and show her.'
I lifted up the hem of my skirt as I answered 'No, Mith Ewaine. I not wearing a diaper. Mommy put me in big girl panteeth today.'
'Big-girl panties . . . Wow, you are all grown up today, aren't you. Oh, and you must really like wearing panties . . . Look at that bulge in the front there!'
With that comment, Mommy started to tell Miss Elaine all about my punishment and what really was causing that bulge in my panties. As Mommy's story continued, Miss Elaine sat back down at her desk and Mommy and I sat down in the 2 chairs across from her. Miss Elaine learned all about why Mommy dressed me in these clothes and put a chastity cage on my sissy clitty and a plug in my sissy pussy. Miss Elaine listened intently to Mommy and asked her all kinds of questions about me. I was trying to pay attention to their conversation, but the pressure against the plug was growing by the second. I remembered what happened at Miss Melissa's store and I wasn't sure if I should even try to ask for Mommy's permission to use the bathroom. Still, I didn't want to have another accident in my panties, especially here in front of Miss Elaine.
I must of been fidgeting alot in my chair because Mommy turned to me and asked 'Is something wrong Kathy? Are you OK?'
I decided to try and ask. 'Um . . . Mommy . . . May I pweeeth have permithon to go to the bafwoom? I need to go poo-poo in the potty.'
Elaine laughed a bit and said 'Asking for permission to go to the potty. You have your little sissy trained very well.'
Mommy smiled at Elaine and replied 'Thank you Elaine. Kathy has taken to his training fairly well, though there have been some bumps along the way.'
My fidgeting only increased as I waited for Mommy's answer. She looked at me squirming in my chair and asked 'Do you really need to go poo-poo?'
With a quivering voice, I replied 'Yeth Mommy, I have to go poo-poo wite now!'
'OK dear. You have permission to use the potty.'
Those were the magic words I was waiting for. I quickly stood up and started walking out into the hallway. I remembered there was a bathroom down the hall ouside of this office. As I hurried out the door, Miss Elaine started to say something. I heard 'Kathy, don't forget . . . ', but I missed the rest of it as all I heard now was the swift clik-claking of my heels on the tile floor echoing in the hallway. I managed to get to the bathroom door without falling, but when I put my hand on the knob, it wouldn't turn! Then I remembered, this bathroom is always locked! I forgot to get the key hanging on the wall just outside Miss Elaine's office . . . That's what she was trying to tell me!
So I turned around and started back to get the key . . . clik-clak, clik-clak, clik-clak . . . as fast as my sissy shoes could take me. Clik-clak, clik-clak, clik-clak . . . finally I made it to the key. I took it off the wall and headed back down the hall. I saw Mommy and Miss Elaine standing in the office door, watching me in my distress. Clik-clak, clik-clak, clik-clak . . . Uh-Oh . . . I stopped in my tracks and doubled over, trying with all my might to start walking again, but then . . . I felt the plug starting to push its way out of my sissy pussy! My eyes got big and I forced myself to walk . . . clik . . . clak . . . clik . . . clak . . . I took a big breath, stood up straight and took the last steps to the bathroom door as quickly as I could . . . clik-clak, clik-clak, clik-clak . . . Made it to the door!
Trying to get it in the lock . . . My hands are shaking . . . Dropped the key . . . Bent over to pick it up . . . Saw Mommy, Miss Elaine, and a bunch of people from the office in the hall staring at me . . . Stood up and felt the plug pop all the way out . . . Felt that shiver go thru my whole body . . . Lost all control . . . Spread my legs and squatted . . . Saw all the eyes on me . . . Felt completely humiliated as poo-poo started flowing into the seat of my panties . . . Started to cry.
'Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyy . . . Mommmmmmmyyyyyyyy . . . Mommmmmmmyyyyy!' is all I could say as I cried and messed my panties. After it finally stopped, I turned and saw Mommy and Miss Elaine walking towards me. Mommy looked very unhappy and I simply said 'I sowry. I dwopped the key. I sowry.'
She shook her head and said in a very hushed tone 'What am I going to do with you?! Even when you have my permission to use the bathroom, you still make a mess in your panties!' She took the key from my hand and unlocked the bathroom door. Then I heard the order 'Now get in there and clean yourself up.' As I gingerly walked passed her into the bathroom, she added 'There is one more pair of panties in your diaper bag, I'll bring it to you. I just hope you can keep them clean until we get home.'
No diapers . . . More panties . . . I really am having a hard time being a grown-up sissy. Another very unpleasant task to endure. I think I know what I need to do to get myself thru it. I start to hear my Mommy's words in my head again . . . 'A little diapered sissy's clitty and pussy . . .'
