The Sissy Boutique was as busy as usual that Monday afternoon. Mothers had seen lovely boy's fashions on TV over the weekend and wanted to buy now; wives and their mothers had been exasperated by idiotic husbands who needed to be put into something humiliating, and governesses and dominatrixes wanted to exhibit their sissy boys after a quiet Sunday at home.
All this created a problem at the Sissy Poops Korner, for not only were there a lot of sissies in the store, but the sissies themselves were in a delicate condition of helplessness and anxiety. Sissies can sense when their mothers and wives crave the opportunity to shame them in their sissyness, and in some cases, the poor effeminate souls will be subjected to one humiliation after another. And when sissies are distressed, they often need a wee... desperately.
It was Lesley Merrivale's turn to have his bottom cheeks fitted into the heart shaped receptacle of the Pretty Potty, which explained his sudden fit of sissy feebleness. "But everyone will see my panties, Aunt Beverley!" he whispered behind his hand. "I will feel so shy if my satin shorts are unfastened."
"Come along, darling," said his Aunt firmly. "You need a wee-wees and a poops, and everyone wants to watch you while you try to do your business."
The prospect of being watched as he did his toilet was terrifying, and he used both hands to prevent his aunt from undoing the buttons at the front of his shorts. Luckily, Attendant Debbie was on duty in the Pretty Poops Korner and could lend a hand. "Now Lesley," she said, taking both his hands in hers from behind and speaking into his ear, "let Debbie hold your handies out of the way while your aunt undoes your pants and takes down your pantyhose."
Lesley was easily handled by two women. His heart pattered dreadfully in his blouse and the pink buttons at the front of his satin shorts were undone for him. There was an "Ahhhh" of appreciation from the other mothers waiting in line as his panties came into view. "He's wearing Lulu Labelle Lovelies," said one. "And he feels so effeminate in them," said another, giggling at the stiffness of his little erection in the gusset.
"Panties down as well, sweetheart," cooed his aunt, "And pantyhose down to your knees. There... now we can put your sissy bottom into the pretty potty."
Lesley sobbed as he was lowered by Debbie and his aunt, so that his smooth, sissy curves rested softly inside the rim of the glass toilet bowl. Aunt Beverley reached between his legs to hold his popsie so that it pointed down. "Come along, darling... let's not keep all these sissies waiting to do their wee-wees and poops."
Lesley did his best, with little squeaks of effort in his throat. His aunt was right about needing to hurry. Next in the line was Mrs Tyler with her grandson, John-Marie Welch, who was changing from one foot to the other, trying to hold in his wee. "I'd better take down your shorts, John-Marie," she said. "I don't want you to wet the beautiful satin lining." She undid his shoulder straps and unfastened the front of the shorts, so that she could slip them down his legs with his panties inside.
It wasn't easy for boys in their late teens to keep control of their penises when everyone was watching, and John-Marie knew that he was being watched every bit as much as the sissy boy on the pretty potty. "Isn't he wearing a lovely blouse?" commented one of the ladies to his grandmother. "Is it his blouse which is so attractive to him, making his penis so stiff?"
"Partly his silk blouse and partly seeing so many sissies in their girlish clothes," said his grandma. "He erected very promptly as soon as we came in through the door. I think it's the perfumed smell of the lovely dresses and lingerie in Sissy Boutique." She cuddled her grandson round his bare thighs. "You feel very sissy when you come here, don't you darling?"
John-Marie might have answered if he hadn't been so busy keeping in his wee. He held his thighs together, squeezing his knees, and held the head of his penis inside his hand to stop any wee-wee coming out. If only the sissy on the Pretty Potty would hurry up and do it! "I c-can't hold it, Grandma," he blurted, pressing his hand more tightly onto his upright penis. "I think I'm going to do a wee... now!" He bent his knees and straightened them, and again, to prevent himself from giving way.
Next in line after John-Marie was Whitney Allspeth with his mother, Eleanor. "Isn't your grandson a darling when he's desperate?" said Eleanor, seeing John-Marie's helplessness and distress. "I love it when they can't hold their wee. They're so babyish and they need the help of their mommies and grandmas. Isn't he a little sweetie, Whitney darling, holding his wetties in with his hand?"
Her son blushed a deep red as the boy's grandmother looked him up and down in his blouse of crisp silk with it lace-edged collar and his heart-shaped sissy shorts. She was expecting him to say how sweet her grandson was as he fought to hold his wee-wees, but the truth was he was just as desperate himself and was trying to hide it. He curled his lips in on themselves and pressed them together, and slid one of his knees across the other to try and clutch his penis between his legs.
"Thank you dear," replied Mrs Tyler. "Yes, he's such a helpless little baby at times. I'm thinking of putting him into diapers when we're shopping... and changing him from time to time across one of the boutique changing counters. Sissy Boutique do such lovely diaper covers in prettily coloured ginghams with babyish embroidery. I'd love to see him in puffy gingham bloomers over plastic panties."
"I wonder if I should put John-Marie into plastic pants now, Mrs Tyler," said Debbie, looking at the boy's pained expression. She opened out a pair of popper pants in pink shiny plastic and made him open his legs so that she could pass them through.
"Oh thank you, dear." She cuddled her grandson's blouse into her bosom. "Isn't that nice of Debbie to put you into a pretty pair of pants, dear, to keep you safe? Move your hands, darling, so that she can fasten you right up. There now... how lovely to be in pink plastic panties round your little bits."
Meanwhile, at the Pretty Potty, Aunt Beverley was aware that her nephew was causing a hold up. "Come along, Lesley honey, I'm sure I don't know what is taking you so long to do your little business. Everyone is waiting. Make a big effort with your wee-wees and poops." The boy made deep, nervous moans, urging himself to produce everything at once. "He's trying so hard, the little pet," said Mrs Tyler.
"Doesn't he look lovely with his pink shorts buttoned at his ankles?" said Eleanor. "His legs look so feminine in his hose."
"Oh here it comes at last," cried his grandmother, kissing her grandson on the back of his neck "Well done, darling... here come your poopies." The group of watching ladies had grown to eight or ten, and they clapped their gloves in approval with big smiles for the clever sissy.
Their applause was surpassed, however, by a whimpering outburst from Whitney. He tried to turn away from the women, but no matter which way he turned, he found himself facing more ladies who saw exaclty what was happening. His attractive, heart-shaped silk pants were highly pointed over his erection, and his self-control deserted him. The point of his gusset was wet and quickly became wetter, while dribbles of urine ran from the trims of lace at the tops of his legs. It was no use pretending amy more, or trying to hide it, as he gave way completely to his wee-wees and poured it uncontrollably into his panties and pretty pants and down his nylons to his high heels.
"Oh, Whitney!" cried his mother, appalled at the spectacle of his accident. "Couldn't you have held onto your wetties just a minute longer. I suppose this just shows how weak and girlish you are."
"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" cried Mrs Tyler at the same time, and everyone turned to see her holding John-Marie's hands out of the way to reveal his pink plastic pants and how they were filling rapidly with a hissing flood of sissy boy wee. Luckily the ruched plastic at the legs was tight enough to prevent all but a couple of little dribbles from running down his legs.
"Not to worry, ladies," said Debbie, wiping Whitney's legs first in handfuls of perfumed tissue. "It would be an amazing sissy boy boutique if there were never any accidents in pretty panties. But what I can recommend, ladies, is the new range of satin-lined, disposable diapers for your sissies. A little expensive, maybe, but so sweet. They come with a manufacturer's guarantee that he will ejaculate after weeing into them, helping him to become more helpless and dependent on mommy. No wonder they are becoming so popular."
All three ladies wanted to know more about the new sissy diapers. "Perhaps it was a good thing you took so long to do your poops, sweetheart," said Aunt Beverley. "Now I'm going to put you into satin-lined diapers, and the same will happen to these other sissies who can't help wetting themselves. You are all very good little boys for feeling so sissy and so ashamed.
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This story is taken from Prim’s Petticoat Pansies #12 in the Jessica Room, one of more than 580 Prim stories in the Petticoat Wendyhouse. Members get them all at www.primspetticoatwendyhouse.com
