About seven years ago, when I was just a little “boy”…
My family was fed up with me. No matter what they did to punish me, I never stopped being the little brat I was. I was constantly getting into fights, I did terrible academically, and even got around to liquor and cigarettes once. I was only 12 years old! My parents tried every cruel punishment they could think of. They asked a professional what to do. The professional said to take away what is most valuable to the child. My parents responded,
“We took away his videogames, his television, his computer, and everything else. It’s not working.”
“No.” The professional responded.
“A boy’s most prized possession is his pride. The boy prides his masculinity and adulthood. He is starting to see himself as a young man now.”
“How do we take those things away?” My parents asked.
“Feminize and babify.” That’s all she said.
A week passed. I was taking my regular morning shower, getting ready for school. I came out and went into my room. I grabbed a shirt, pants, socks, and looked into my underwear drawer. These weren’t my clothes. There were girly pink panties with feminine designs on them. I was outraged. I went downstairs and yelled at my mother.
“Where’s my underwear?!”
“In your underwear drawer, sweetie.”
“There’s only panties in there. And don’t call me sweetie, I’m a man!”
“Not anymore. You are to wear panties 24/7 from now on sweetie.”
I raged. I screamed,
“What are you crazy? I’ll never do that! I won’t go to school.”
“If you don’t go, then I’ll have to take you there by the hand.”
“I’d like to see you try!” I said.
She grabbed me, forced me into a pair of panties. She then looked on to my bed.
“What is that on your bed?”
There was a big yellow stain. I wet the bed! I didn’t even remember!
“I didn’t do that! I swear!”
“It’s okay dear. Your father and I will take care of it.
She ordered me in the car. She drove to school as I struggled out of my seat.
“Have a nice day at school, honey!”
“I’m not a GIRL! And I’m NOT going down.”
“Fine.” She said.
She grabbed me by the hand and forced me into class.
“Have a good day, honey! Oh and if you wet you’re panties again, I gave your teacher an extra pair.”
She kissed me on the forehead. The whole class was bursting of laughter. Even my teacher giggled with a pair of my pink, lacy panties in her hand.
“My mom’s lying!” I said. “I never wet my panties!”
“But you wear them, you just said so!” said a girl in my class.
The class started laughing again.
At recess, some girls came by and said they wanted to play with me. I said no, but two of them pinned me down and removed my pants. I wet myself in fear, and by the time the pants were off, there was a huge urine stain on my panties. I was so confused- I hadn’t wet myself since I was a baby!
The girls threw my pants over the fence, and I was stuck there in wet pink panties. I was crying now.
“Gimme my pants back!” I sobbed.
“They’re gone now!” another girl said.
The whole school was laughing at me now. Even the first graders were making fun of me. I had to spend the rest of recess in my soaked panties. When we got inside, the teacher gave me my extra pair. She said to go to the nurse to get a new outfit. I went down and the nurse said that they ran out of spare clothes for boys. All they had were female clothes.
“I didn’t think you’d mind, since you’re already wearing panties.”
I told her I wasn’t wearing those. She said that I have to wear clothes, and it’s school policy. It was my only option. I agreed.
She held up a women’s school uniform. Panty-Hoes, a plaid skirt, a short button up top, and a bra to match my panties. I tried to resist, but she threatened to call my mother. She dressed me up.
She took me back to class.
“Wow, she looks so cute!” said a classmate. The class started to laugh again.
“Don’t wet yourself again now. The only spare outfit we have left is a dress!” said the nurse.
I took my seat, and was picked on for the rest of the day. When the bell finally rang, I got in my mom’s car. She said that the teacher called told her how I wet my panties and had to wear a new outfit. She commented on how cute I looked. I just wanted to go home and wear my regular clothes.
When I got home, I saw that my entire room had been turned into a nursery! My wardrobe was filled with girly clothes. There was a crib, a highchair, bottles, pacifiers, a stroller, all in pink! I saw a diaper changing table. I opened the drawer and found tons of diapers! There were cloth diapers, disposable diapers, and plastic panties. I didn’t know what to do. My parents explained that I was to be in a diaper 24/7 since I wet myself twice in one day. I cried and ran back into my room. A girl from my class walked in. Her name was Angela. I had a crush on her, and here she was, in my house, witnessing my room.
“This is Angela, your babysitter.” Said my mom.
“Hey cutie! I’m gonna be changing your diapees and clothes. I’m also gonna feed you, bathe you, and play with you!” She said.
“I don’t need a babysitter! I don’t need diapers, I don’t need to be fed, I don’t need to be bathed, and I don’t need to be played with!” I said.
“Don’t yell at her, she’s authorized to give you a spanking whenever she wants!” said my dad.
“She’s probably just hungry. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Said Angela.
My parents went to the movies.
“Okay honey, time to get your diapee changed!”
I tried to resist, but she managed to get me on the changing table. She pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and got me in a fresh diaper.
“Lets play dress up!” she said.
I dressed in several girly outfits, and I was then placed into my highchair and fed animal crackers and juice from a bottle. I was put in my crib, and I fell asleep. I woke up and found myself having my diaper changed.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked.
“Changing your wet diapee! You don’t remember wetting it? It almost leaked. This time, I’ll double diaper you.”
I was diapered and put in a disney princess romper.
“Let’s go to the park!” She said. She strapped me in my stroller and took me to the park. It was fun. When I wet my diapee, I was changed. I liked being a baby girl. People stared, people laughed, but it didn’t matter- because I am who I am, and no matter what anybody thinks, I’ll always be a little sissy.
NOTE: This is a fictional story (although I wish it wasn’t!). I put it in first person for entertainment purposes only.
