The fetish club was buzzing with activity as Jason arrived with his girlfriend Fiona.  All sorts were here.  Doms, Dommes and their subs, plushies in their furry outfits, maids, rubber and leather aficionados.  All forms of fetish life were here, enjoying the ambience.  

Jason was privately scornful of many there, especially the sissies and sissy babies.  “They are so pathetic, dressed like that and mewling for attention.  They don’t deserve to be with a real woman, even if some are.  Just ridiculous.  So pathetic!” he huffed as he surveyed the club.

“I think they are quite sweet.  They do no harm” Fiona replied.

“They’re not real men, and never will be.  Any man who allows himself to be reduced to that is always going to be a pathetic little sissy.  You’d never catch me dressed like that.” he snorted, as he moved on into the crowd.

In truth, Jason had little time for any of them.  He was a fake, but it worked.   In truth he was not naturally assertive.   He pretended to be a Dom simply because he found that if he faked it, he could simply con girls who wished to be dominated, and he would demand oral sex, his favourite - all the taking and no giving.  Very much a description of the man’s character.  

Meeting Fiona had been useful.  He got all the sex he wanted, and she had even recommended a friend who was a hypnotherapist to help him stop smoking.  It had been driving him crazy that he had not been strong enough to quit, despite many attempts.  Once he finished the free therapy sessions, he would dump Fiona and move on.

He’d had a number of brief affairs with other women he’d met at the club, and planned to meet others. It was how he met Fiona, and how he met others - what Fiona didn’t know would never hurt him, as far as he was concerned.

He wandered around the club for most of the night, pretending to be dominant, trying to seduce any naive young woman he found, promising he was single and available for a fetish liaison.  What he was really looking for was sex, and lots of it.  In the end it didn’t matter if the women enjoyed it. It was all about him.  He would tie them up, and then do what he wanted.  He knew to avoid the girls he had already tricked.  There were plenty of new victims.

However, at this moment in time couldn’t resist going over to the sissies to mock them.  

Sissy Prissy had pigtails with long pink bows, and wore a pink chiffon dress with multiple white frills and pink sissy panties with layers of white frills, and white stockings and pink girly shoes with bows on them.  Like her sister sissies, behind the soft exterior was a brave and tough soul. 

Sissy Lilly wore a short purple A-line satin dress with a Peter Pan collar and with pink lace and frills that clearly revealed her underwear, a matching purple wig and stilettos, and pink stockings.  Her outfit was not coming off any time soon, as both dress and sissy girl panties were locked on at the back with timer-locks, set to release some time the next day.  Her wife and Mistress could not attend for work reasons, but had been sure to remind Sissy Lilly of her constant control, even in her absence.  

Trisha was resplendent in a very pink french maid outfit and cap, along with violet stockings and shoes with three inch heels.  She was a gentle soul who found her bliss in the pinkest maid and kawaii Lolita outfits.

These three had been good friends for years, and were affectionately referred to in the club as The Three Amigas.  Of course there were other amazing sissies and T-girls in attendance, but these three in particular were known for their supportive and protective kindness to all.  These girls and the many others that attended were a mix of gay, bi and straight.  Some played with each other, or with partners, while others were simply happy to be there dressed in a way that made them so very happy.  What they all shared in common was a respect for each other and all others in the club.

Jason snorted with derision as he approached them.  “Look at you, dressed in your frills and girly panties.  No masculinity whatsoever.  You’re all so ridiculous.  You have no idea what it’s like to be a real man like me who can be with real women.  You’re just a bunch of pathetic little sissy bitches!”  He then stalked off, pleased that he’d put them in their place.  He loved doing this every time.

Jason, suffered from little self-awareness and was interested in nobody but himself.  He had no idea that he had become rather well-known to club-goers, as both a user and an obnoxious jackass.

The girls rolled their eyes.

“Get’s her knickers in a twist every time, doesn’t she?” giggled Sissy Lilly.  

“Methinks she doth protest too much” laughed Mandy.

“Yeah.  His poor behaviour will come back to haunt him at some point.  It’s a pity he’s so nasty - he’s quite a cute otherwise” she said, a little lasciviously.  The three of them giggled, before they ignored the receding boor and returned to enjoying their night. 

In truth, the girls may have seemed the softest, cutest frilliest of creatures, but none were pushovers.  A hard world outside had made sure of that.  Sissy Prissy was actually well-skilled in aikido.  Sissy Lilly’s lithe body belied regular long-distance running, as well as being an accomplished boxer. Trisha’s form of self-defence went back to the old British Tv star Dick Emery’s drag persona Mandy who would thump men with her handbag while saying “You are awful!  But I like you”.  Margaret Thatcher had also been rumoured to have “hand-bagged” some of her errant ministers.  In Trisha’s case, any bigot seeking to cause trouble would quickly know about getting on the wrong end of her handbag.

By the end of the night, out of sight of Fiona, Jason had arranged to meet three young submissive girls.  One on Tuesday after work, one on Wednesday and the other on Thursday.  On Monday he had his final hypnotherapy session.  After that he could dump Fiona.  Maybe he would replace her with one of the new girls.  As with all arrogant males, he was unaware that he was far from admired, as he assumed, and word had spread that he was an unpleasant piece of work that thought the club was his own personal playground.  In fact the club was a tight community who looked after each other, a fact that was about to bite him on his arrogant ass.  Sometimes as the self-absorbed revel in their own plots and subterfuge, they remain unaware of the plotting and machinations that are going on around them.

On Monday, daytime involved his usual lazing around while having his secretary Alice do all his actual work.  He looked on that as his “male privilege”, while trying to harm her confidence with offhand remarks about her dress sense (he insisted she wear the most feminine types of clothing for work, with high heels).  As far as he was concerned he was on to a good thing with this pretty workhorse, and did not want her to grow the confidence to seek a promotion elsewhere.  She worked away diligently all day every day while he lazily surfed the internet in his office.  She could do all the work, and he would take the bonuses while sitting in his office surfing Tinder.

At the end of this particular workday, Jason left Alice still photocopying and organising documents for his next report, while he swanned out of the office early.

He arrived at the office of Fiona’s friend Jane, the hypnotherapist.  He’d had several G&T’s in a nearby bar beforehand, and was in a relaxed mood.  He was soon under and listening intently to Jane.  The hour whizzed by.  At the end of this final hypnotherapy session, Jane explained that part of the problem in quitting cigarettes was the habit of smokers to reach automatically for a cigarette and put in their mouth.  She explained that the solution would be habituation through a substitution of cigarettes as part of his oral fixation.  Jason didn’t really understand the terminology or the explanation, and yet his normal cynicism was strangely absent.  He simply accepted it.  Even stranger, when she presented him with an oversize baby’s dummy as a substitute for any time he felt like a cigarette, it seemed to make absolute sense to him.

It turned out that not only was he in reality a weak personality, he was one of the 15% of the population who were absolutely and completely hypnotisable.

Of course Jane had discussed everything with her friend Fiona, and together they had come up with all sorts of fun ideas for the cheating rat. 

Tuesday daytime went as normal.  His secretary Alice put up with his usual boorish comments, while she did all the work.

At the end of the day he rushed to the first of this week’s dates with one of the girls he met at the club.  She looked fabulous, wearing a dark gothic dress.  She smiled as he approached, and purred “You look so different in a suit.  You look good”.  He smiled.  This would be easy.  And yet something felt different.  She caressed his lap.  As she did so, he felt strange.  He suddenly felt a desperate need for his cigarette substitute.  Instead of becoming aroused as he always had done, he felt a slow warm feeling spreading around his crotch.  His eyes followed hers downwards as she stared in disbelief.  “”Oh my god!  Are you wetting yourself?! she gasped, rather too loudly as other eyes turned to look.  The next thing he knew he was running out of the door in a panic, jamming the dummy in his mouth.  

By the time he arrived home, sucking on the dummy had calmed him somewhat, but he remained in a state of some confusion.  His world felt like it had turned upside down.  As he arrived at the door, thinking back to the events of the bar only conjured up a picture of the gorgeous gothic girl, and her bursting into laughter as he wet himself.  This only caused him to pee his pants a second time.

At that moment Fiona opened the door.  She looked at his shocked and confused face, and then at the growing wet patch at his crotch, and struggled to keep a straight face.  He just couldn’t understand.  When aroused, instead of becoming erect, he wet himself.

“Oh baby, come on in.  Looks like you have a problem.  I think I have the solution” she purred.  

She led him inside, and up to the bathroom.  Fiona ran a bath.  She gently stripped him.  She 

rubbed ointment all over his body, and then helped him into the bath.  Jason relaxed as the warmth surrounded him.  Fiona gently washed him.  Finally she helped him out of the bath, he felt relaxed, but different.  He didn’t even notice that the skin on his arms, legs, chest and genitals was now hairless.  He felt so relaxed, almost in a trance as she whispered sweet reassuring words to him.  He raised one leg after another, as she pulled a pair of Depends up and over his groin.  

“These are your sexy new pants.  They should keep you safe and dry” Fiona said, looking straight into his wide eyes.  “As long as you behave and don’t get too excited” she added, as an afterthought.  

On Wednesday morning all seemed as normal.  When Jason looked in the mirror as Fiona dressed him for work, he saw his usual underwear, followed by his best suit.  Fiona was impressed with how deep the weeks of “hynotherapy” had placed the agreed hypnotic commands.  What Jason was actually wearing was stockings, one-inch heel women’s working shoes, two pairs of pink daytime depends incontinence pants, plum coloured satin culottes, a silk mini-slip and a white silk blouse with pussybow.  Fiona finished tying the bow and helped him on with his new purple silk jacket.

It was the kind of outfit he demanded Alice wear in the office, secretly thinking to himself “It’s very cute, but you’ll never get ahead dressed like that.  Nobody will take you seriously.”

“There you go” smiled Fiona, “you’ll really knock everybody for six!”

None the wiser, he smiled to himself.  His best Armani suit was bound to impress his date after work.

As Jason arrived at the office, Alice’s eyes widened.  Fiona had consulted her a month ago, and she was now seeing the outcome.  

In contrast, he decided she was very impressed with his look.  And indeed, she was impressed, but not with his silky culottes and blouse, but with what Fiona had managed to achieve with this pathetic work and love cheat.  

“You look fabulous today” she commented.  “It’s a shame men’s office clothes have to be so dull.  It brightens up the whole office to have pretty colours and prettier clothes” she said, parroting back to him the same mantra he’d recited to her countless times in the past.

Jason just grunted, wondering what she was wittering on about.  She asked if he was wearing eyeliner and lip gloss.  Of course he wasn’t.  What a stupid thing to say.  He went into his office and shut the door.  He had a date with a new girl, and wanted to work out how best to charm the pants off her.

The day passed quickly.  Alice seemed in a terrific mood whenever she brought him coffee, which was even more often than usual.  Once again he left early, telling Alice he had an important meeting.

As soon as Jason arrived at the bar, his date looked amazed.  “Wow, I never expected to see you dressed like this” she said.  “It’s a helluva surprise”.  

“I guess it’s quite a contrast with my clubbing look” he replied, feeling flattered.  They both sat down.

“Well, it’s not what I expected, but I like kinky” she demurred, placing her hand on his lap.  As soon as she did, she felt something wet and warm.

“Oh my god, you’re wetting yourself!  You’re no man!  You’re pissing your panties!  You pathetic panty-pisser!  You should be called Princess PissyPanties!”

On those words his instincts lifted him out of the chair and out of the bar, leaving a trail of laughter in the air and pee on the floor.  He soon found himself back home, more confused than ever.  Fiona was waiting at the door.  “You poor thing.  Today’s outfit clearly didn’t work.  I’ll make sure tomorrow’s outfit will fit the bill”.  He gazed at her gratefully, as she led him inside.

It was Thursday morning and Alice had arrived early.  She was no longer dressed in the more girlie type of pastel-coloured secretarial outfit Jason insisted upon.  Instead she worse an authoritative and very flattering black business suit with white silk blouse, along with an impressive pair of four-inch high heels.

Just after nine the office door opened.  In tottered Jason in pink high heels and white stockings.  On his head a pink maid’s hat, below a frilly short pink satin French maid’d dress with white frilly lace around the hem, puff sleeves and peter pan collar.  In addition there was a fluffy underskirt, and a frilly white apron.  The most prominent feature however was his bulging pink baby panties, covering what must have been at least two terry towelling diapers. He, however seemed oblivious, no matter how much he was waddling.

Alice barely had time to appreciate him in his full glory before the phone rang.

“Hi Miss Sharp.  Yes the report can be ready for end-of-day”.  She could see the panic in Jason’s eyes.  Miss Sharp, the company’s new boss truly intimated him.   “Yes, of course.  I look forward to seeing you”.  She hung up and turned to a hyperventilating Jason, who knew nothing of this report.  “I can’t finish off the work out here.  I’ll need to work from your office”.

“Yes yes!  Anything!” he babbled.

He hated meeting Ms Sharp face-to-face.  He knew she had never been impressed with him.  It was like she could always see through him.  Since she taken over six months ago, she had cleared out most of the old-guard.  There were strange rumours that she had found her key competitor, (a man who had been head of the old guard and supportive of Jason - they loved to share the odd sexist joke together) an altogether more suitable private position, but the way it was said was not altogether reassuring.  At any rate, Jason was now the last of the old guard, and he knew that if it hadn’t been for him leeching off Alice’s talent, he might have been gone by now too.

Alice walked into his office and sat down as if she owned it.  Which she did now.

“Oh, and bring me a cup of coffee, dear” she commanded.  He found himself buckling at the knees again, but scurried off to fetch her coffee.  When he returned, he found his knees buckling again, just as he entered.  As he placed the coffee on the desk, she looked up.  “I’ll finalise the draft in it’s various sections and send them through to the printer.  You don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything other than collating the printouts and binding them in the final document.  Do you think you can manage that?”  He nodded, feeling his goddam knees buckle again.  What the hell was wrong with his legs!?  He scurried off, leaving Alice alone to work.  

Jason spent the whole afternoon collating the huge document.  Just as he was finishing binding the document, Ms Sharp walked in.  She barely gave him a glance as she walked past and into his old office.  She shut the door behind her.  Several minutes passed, only interrupted by occasional uproarious laughter.  Eventually the buzzer on his new desk sounded, and Alice’s voice commanded him to bring the report in.

Jason scuttled in.  As he entered his knees seemed to give way again, but then as he found his hands taking hold of the hem of his dress.  His knees weren’t buckling.  He was dropping into an awkward deep subservient curtesy!!  He couldn’t stop himself.

Ms Stark held out her hand and took the report.  She browsed through the document, and then regarded Alice.  “Looks like you have everything organised properly here”.

“Jason felt he might be better suited to filing and admin, while I was finishing off the proposal for the Acuity Partners account.”

“Yes, absolutely excellent work.  The account is all but guaranteed with the work you’ve done.  When it’s finalised, we can look into making this arrangement permanent.  Assuming you want to keep on your current JUNIOR office assistant”.

Alice turned to him.  “Yes, I think I will.  Somebody has to look pretty and make the coffee”.

“Excellent!” exclaimed Ms Stark.  “It’s close to end of day, so why not both leave a little early today.  Fresh start from Monday”.  As she exited, Jason could not stop himself curtseying again.

As they left, Jason found Alice accompanying him.  This would be awkward.  How could he explain a work colleague coming along on a date.  Although a little voice in the back of his mind was telling him not to go.  But whatever remnant of machismo drove him on.  The day’s events faded, and as he passed a shop window, the reflection was once again of him in his designer suit, the cock of the walk.

He entered the bar confidently and approached his date.  Suddenly Alice was standing behind him.  She leant towards him and whispered “Honest Babygirl” in his ear.

The scales dropped from his eyes.  He stood there paralysed as he looked down to see the pink satin he wore, and by the bulging nappies barely concealed by the sissy dress.  His date looked equally horrified.

“Apologise for pretending to be a man.  And do it loudly so that everybody can hear, whispered Alice.

“I’m sorry I pretended to be a real man” he proclaimed, inwardly horrified at what he was saying.  The young woman who had been his date took her phone out and began video recording.  

“Tell her what you really are” whispered Alice.

“I’m a pathetic impotent silly little nappy-wetting sissy!  I can’t get aroused like a real man - I wet myself when I’m turned on.” announced Jason.

“Tell them WHO you really are” whispers Alice.

My real name is Princess PissyPanties!  Please call me Princess PissyPanties!!” shouted Jason, curtseying each time.  He then lifted his skirt up to reveal his bulging nappy.

“I’m wetting myself!!

“I can’t wait to tell everybody at the club!”  giggled the young woman. 

“I suspect they’re all going to find out anyway” thought Alice, with the biggest grin.  She whispered “Good Babygirl.  Time to go.”

The entire bar was roaring with laughter.

Alice took the bewildered sissy back home.

Back home Fiona explained to Alice “The wardrobe is now full of the cutest sissiest out fits for work from now on, as your new secretary.  Look at all these pink silk pussybow blouses and short skirts.  And of course his new club look too.  They both giggled.  

Alice passed an envelope to Fiona.

“Have her sign the new contract, starting as my (very) junior secretary on Monday.  Plus maid one evening a week.  And have fun over the next day or so preparing our little debutante for her big night.”

Fiona washed and changed the man who had been cheating on her for so long, and then put him in a nighttime diaper and a cute pink satin Hello Kitty nightdress.

Friday was all about preparing for the club.  Fiona said “baby, we should take the day to really get ready for the club that night..”  It really seemed to make sense at the time.  Well he’d blown it with those last three girls for reasons he couldn’t quite remember, and he was still stuck with Fiona, but this would be another opportunity to have cute submissive girlies crawling at his feet worshipping him.  Plenty of fish in the sea!  The least he hoped to get out of it was a blowjob.  The image in his head of a cute girly’s lips around his cock was enough to convince him.  And Fiona would never know.  And he was very much looking forward to mocking and putting in their place those pathetic sissies, as he had done for months.  They’d see what a real man he was!!

Friday daytime was an absolute whirl, a blur where Jason followed Fiona from one location to another.  By the time they returned home, there had been big changes.  However, in his mind he’d simply been for a haircut, and a male manicure and facial treatment.  As far as he was concerned, he was looking good.  

It was a very different Jason that entered the club that night.  Fiona’s attention over the day and yesterday had wrought big changes.

Jason had pink hair with ringlet extensions, three piercings in each ear - a hoop, a pink diamond stud and My Favourite Pony earrings.  His nails were shaped, manicured and bubblegum pink, matching the colour on his collagen-filled pouty new lips.  His makeup was semi-permanent - it had been tattooed on and would last for weeks to come.  New long eyelashes fluttered.  

He also  remained unaware of his new tattoos - on one bicep it said “I’m a silly sissy baby” and on the other “I’m a pathetic nappy-wetter”.  He also now sported a tramp stamp proclaiming “My name is Princess PissyPanties”.

In his head he was still going to cheat on Fiona, and definitely still going to insult and humiliate those damn sissies.  And then Fiona whispered “BabyGirl revelation!’  The scales fell from his eyes as he saw his reflection in a wall mirror. 

He was locked into the shortest frilliest pink satin baby dress with an abundance of white lace, ribbons and frills, pink satin Hello Kitty booties, mittens, bib and bonnet.  Under the bonnet pink curls peeped out, surrounding a face with puffed bubble-gum pink lips and cheeks and wide long-eye-lashed eyes, and a large pink Hello Kitty dummy stuffed in his mouth.  The hem of the dress was high enough to show the piece de resistance (not that there had been much actual resistance, only crying like a little baby girl now), which was bulging pink frilly satin sissy baby panties with a pink rubber lining, encasing not one, not two, but three tight terry towelling nappies encasing her shrunken manhood.  Fiona led her ex on a leash attached to a locked pink collar with bells and a plaque that declared “Nappied Sissy”.  Around the club were gasps followed by laughter and some cheers.

He found himself lowering onto all fours, and crawling like a baby, led by Fiona.

The timer locks on both the baby dress and baby panties, as well as the booties and mittens, were set to release some three days hence.  Her mittened hands were attached to the sissy baby panty chains, allowing him to reach forward, but not backward to interfere with the locks.  Upright a baby bottle could be held between the two mittened hands.  On all fours he could crawl like a baby.  It was on all fours, on a leash, that he was now crawling as they approached the three sissies the humiliated ex-Dom had loved insulting.  Fiona removed the large pink dummy from his mouth.

Princess PissyPanties was gabbling and goo-gooing in babytalk, still trying to deny the overwhelming sissyness she felt, but deep inside she felt the truth.

Up on the video monitors above the the bar footage of his “confession” appeared on a loop, with his confession repeated over and over from the speakers.  The video was simultaneously uploaded to the new sissy’s Facebook and Instagram accounts.

“I’M A PATHETIC IMPOTENT SILLY NAPPY-WETTING SISSY!  I CAN’T GET AROUSED LIKE A REAL MAN - I WET MYSELF WHEN I’M TURNED ON.”

MY REAL NAME IS PRINCESS PISSYPANTIES!  PLEASE CALL ME PRINCESS PISSYPANTIES!!

The entire club broke out into cheers and mocking laughter.  The Three Amigas grinned like cats who’d licked the cream.

“Just remember nobody can actually be hypnotised to do something they don’t actually want to do.” said Fiona, as she walked off to her new life, leaving Princess PissyPanties to hers.

“Well, look at this little sissy, who called us all sissy bitches”, grinned Sissy Prissy as she looked down on Princess PissyPanties and pulled out her engorged member, “This pathetic little sissy bitch is about to start her future as THIS sissy’s bitch. 

Those were the last words Princess PissyPanties heard as she opened his mouth and felt Sissy Prissy’s cock entering.  As the sissy’s cock reached the back of her throat, Princess PissyPanties heard herself announce from the speakers on the wall “I’M WETTING MYSELF! 

She began to wet her nappy.