All R The Unexpected Journey
A 16 Year Old Boy Gets On A Canal Boat And Ends Up Taking An Unexpected Journey (Read On To Find Out More)
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Authors Notes: This story is based on true life events, the only things that is fictional, is the event that happened after the drop off point in this story. Everything from that point on is what I hoped and wished could have happened, but it never actually did. Please bear this fact in mind before commenting, thank you.



THE UNEXPECTED


JOURNEY

BY

PET BABY AMY

C 2011


PROLOGUE




Timothy Bowskill was a 16 year old boy who had just left school, he had shoulder length dark brown hair and baby blue eyes, he was quite thin and a bit short for his age he stood only at 5 foot 4 inches tall, not a bad height, but Timothy sometimes behaved and acted girl like, not all of the time, just some of the time.


To which he had been constantly teased about at school and that had extended to being teased at a Youth Training Scheme, which was a government program set up by the government during the the 1980's they were first introduced round about in the year 1984, approximately.Timothy had the sort of parents that did not love him or liked him much, they favoured more his older brother and eldest Sister and out of the both of them, Donna was the most loved and well treated and was given anything she wanted for Christmas and for her Birthday too.

Timothy's brother, Dennis, nearly almost got whet he wanted too, but not as much as what his sister did. Neither of them pretty much loved or cared about Timothy, who was the youngest and last born in the Brown Family. Timothy was asked when he first joined the YTS, what he wanted to do, there were many options, from Office Work, **** Work, Computers, Upholstery, Gardening, Labouring, Graphics Design and Child Care.


Timothy's step dad, Ted, had pushed Timothy in taking up in labouring, since Timothy was too soft for a boy, an affectionate lad too and those things were deemed to be more of a Girl thing and not something a boy should have or be like and Ted was determined to make a man out of his son and Timothy's mother seemed to be in agreement with his step father, much to Timothy's disappointment.


His own mother, Joyce, was not very supportive towards him. Timothy pretty much felt that he did not belong in the Bowskill Family, it was as though he was not really apart of it in anyway what so ever, and that made Timothy feel very sad. He had defied his step dad by taking up child care instead, there was nothing too bad about that, even in Timothy's time even that subject matter was still more of a girl thing than something for boys.


But it was the year 1985 and boys integrating into child care was by then becoming a gradual acceptance, but it was still something that girls were mostly into and doing. Timothy had been teased the very first day he had started at the child care centre he was placed at, which was at a place that was quite far from where he lived, meaning he had to catch a bus there every time and be also on time too.


And because it was a day care centre, it always started very early in the mornings which meant that Timothy had to got up even extra early so that he could have a shower, get dressed, have breakfast and catch his bus on time. There was something different about Timothy, he liked dressing up in his sisters clothes. Or had, when something else had caught his attention, something that has always been there in him from a very early age...




TO BE CONTINUED....




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OldJoe
A rather sad start, from the Timothy's pint of view, to what I expect to be a nice and uplifting story. Please Continue.
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shilong
go start but i think i have seen first drafts of this part of the story. I love it. I hope that it had good as the rest of your story. Sorry this replies so short. But I had things to do places to go.

Your lovely and sweet big sister
shi long
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Baby Butch
Nice start to the story, please continue with it when ready. I agree it is a sad start, Timothy being the least favorite child.
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baby5522
Fank you OkJoe for your comment, much appreciated, I am glad that you like the story so far. I hope others will folllow the Journey, as it takes shapes nd leads to the unexpected.


HUGGLES & KWISSES




 A rather sad start, from the Timothy's pint of view, to what I expect to be a nice and uplifting story. Please Continue.  











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baby5522
Fank you Big Sis Shi for your comment, not to worry about it being short. I am glad that you like the story so far, Yes, it will be familiar to anyone that read my diary entries I posted here at sissykiss a long time ago.


I was able to remember a bit more of what happened since I posted that, not only that, the memories arer hard to get down right as they cause me a lot of emotional distress, something I can not avoid, but I have come a little bit better since that time of the post.


HUGGLES & KWISSES




 go start but i think i have seen first drafts of this part of the story. I love it. I hope that it had good as the rest of your story. Sorry this replies so short. But I had things to do places to go.

Your lovely and sweet big sister
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baby5522
Fank you Baby Butch for your comment, much appreciated, it is sad, I have a deep sad and terrible past. I still have a long way yet to go with dealing with that. There is still a lot of jealing needed.


This story is just an better insight to my life, I am happy to share with everyone here at sissykiss. There maybe some that may be able to relate to just some of things I went through in my life. I changed my name legally a long time ago.


Timothy Bowskill, was the name I was born with, I strongly dislike it, I could have changed it when doing the story. But as since in part it is based on a true life event, then it was only right I kept to my birth name for the story.


In a sense, that part of me is no more, if you get my meaning. That person no longer exists, so to speak. Believe me it feels like a different life compared to how my life is now. Amy being my legal name by the way, just in case anyone may be intersted.


The Journey has just begun, thank you and all that have commented, for takeing this Journey with me, life is one constant Journey, one that needs to be shared, so others ca say. Yes, I know how that is, etc.


HUGGLES & KWISSES




 Nice start to the story, please continue with it when ready. I agree it is a sad start, Timothy being the least favorite child.  











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emma wotson
I apologize in advance if i am prying too much but since your legal name now is Amy, does that me your all girl too?
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baby5522
Emma, thank you for asking, I shall answere that one in a PM. Since that is a personal question and not related to the story, though I will add a little extra something at the end for everyone here to know. I hope this helps?


HUGGLES & KWISSES





 I apologize in advance if i am prying too much but since your legal name now is Amy, does that me your all girl too?  











I LOVE BEING A SISSY BABY PET


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baby5522
In The Beginning:



That certain something, was something he had not acted upon, then again he had been so very young when it had first started and during his growing up, traces of it came and went from time to time, there was something which would start it off and before I can tell you the rest of this story, you need to know this important part of Timothy's life first.


Well, that particular something all had begun, within the first few weeks after he had finally left school, he was not due to start his first time ever on YTS until the start of mid May, it was the early days of March and with nothing to do most of the time, he would go out for walks, just to not have his parents go on at him about getting a real job rather than go on what they deemed to be a silly government scheme.


Which would not lead to a real job, thought that was the aim of the YTS program to help young school leavers of Great Britain into getting jobs, obtaining a special qualification known as NVQ (National Vocational Qualification), with the claim that all employers will know of it and it will be as well known among other qualifications like GSE, A and O Levels in English to Algebra, etc. Timothy had no qualifications, apart for one in Child Care, his school did not do A or O levels, etc. The Child Care Qualification was the only one anyone could obtain, then again, Timothy had attended a special school for children with learning disabiities, Timothy was learning disabled himself and he hoped that the NVQ Qualification would land him a job.


That was the hope, even in this modern day and age, the NVQ is not really worth the paper it was printed on. Anyway... getting back to Timothy Bowskill, when he was not going out for walks to basically anywhere, he liked going to the local shopping centre known as Arndale in the town of Nelson.


Nelson was and still is a small town in the North West region of Lancashire, Arndale had the main floor, in which there were an array of stores that were large rooms belonging to the main centre, stores such as Boots, Mother Care, with a butchers, bakers and other places for people to go and shop at, there was an upper floor, that had a balcony above and there was a set of steps that went up to the first floor.

There was a basement floor too, to which a twin set of escalators went down to, one for going down and of course one for going up from the basement floor, there was a lift too. The basement floor however was completely different, the whole area had been converted into isles of market stalls and at the back of the Arndale was further more market stalls outside and there was a side building with more market stalls inside that building.


During Timothy's younger days when he was 8 right on up to the age of 12, before his parents felt at 13 years old he was old enough to go to the Arndale centre on his own, his sister or his brother had to take him there, which they obviously had hated. Timothy always had a bad habit when they passed one particular stall, to stop and stare.


And he would often had to be dragged away, making people passing by notice, which used to annoy both his brother and his sister. The stall in question had been a baby clothes stall, on display hung up on a rail would be rows of several pretty dresses, the shelves and placed in boxed sections were items like mittens, socks etc.


Plus there was room for sort of display stands, one of which that displayed a garment that looked to be like a girls pair of knickers, but they were not, in fact they were frilly plastic pants, and in one of the boxed sections of the special shelves, were more of these frilly plastic pants. Of which Timothy could not sop staring at, them and those cute and pretty dresses all hung out on display.


As long as he could remember from a very young age, he wanted to be a baby girl, but it was something he could not really fully comprehend, it was no little wonder then why such thoughts and feelings would only come and go once every so often, each time they did so Timothy never knew why he was feeling that way, was not him dressing up in his sisters clothes bad, or wierd enough?


Sadly, such were the thoughts in Timothy's mind, because of how his parents treated him and made him feel so bad, that he could do no right in their eyes and anything he did or could do was never right. He was in the wrong and everything he did was wrong, or a bad thing.


Timothy struggled with the thoughts and feelings of wanting to be a baby girl on and off. Then destiny or fate, you decide, came his way. It was one Saturday morning, like any other morning, it had been no different than all of the other Saturday's that had been and gone. Timothy had gotten his pocket money, a tradition that had remained in the family, even as a child he got pocket money, not much when he was younger, but it was enough to buy lots of one penny sweets etc.


He had gotten fifteen English pounds pocket money, that in the year 1985 could buy a fair lot of things, most of the 1980's had one of the best financial economy that there had ever been, going into the the 1990's and beyond is where all of that began to decline and collapse. Prices throughout the 1980's were the best by far, anywhere.


Timothy liked going to the basement floor of the Arndale Centre as the market stalls and market place was the best places to get anything from and their prices were even cheaper than that of the main stores of the rest of the entire shopping centre itself. Timothy's most favourite market stall was the book stall just at the back of the shopping centre, it was inside of that building at the back, plus there was a great stall that sold the best tasting biscuits you ever could taste anywhere too.


Timothy had always even when he had been thirteen years old, passed by that very same baby clothes stall many times, each time the frilly plastic pants and the pretty cute dresses on display would catch his eye and his attention and he would even eventually have to sort of drag himself away from there, he often got strange looks from people that passed by that would notice him staring at the baby things on display.


Timothy was lucky, no one ever called in security, or the police. I am sure that a lot of people had probably thought that Timothy was a typical teenager, or a complete weirdo, or both. Timothy could even at the age of 13 gone up to the lady who stood inside of the stall and asked her about those frilly plastic pants.


Those more than anything had been on his mind and Timothy was no idiot, there was no way any of those dresses would fit him, that was for certain. So what made him think that the frilly plastic pants would be any different? He didn't really, but even at the age of 13, he was too much of a cowered to go up to that woman at the stall and just ask.


At 13 years old he still could not handle or understand the thoughts and feeling of wanting to be a baby girl, what ever it was by the time he was 16 years old, he was ready, how or why still remains a mystery today. Perhaps it needs no real explanation beyond the point that it was his time for the Awakening....




TO BE CONTINUED.....























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Poor Timothy I wish I can give him a hug. I think his family should cared more about him. He was getting good grades in school but I don't know what a O is an British school grades.

I love to go to the store and buy some things.

Your sweet and lovely big sister
Shi Long

PSI love the give you a hug I knI know Ryan the story must. Ho I give you a virtual hag at kiss on the cheek .
come to the light
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baby5522
Fank you sis for your comment, I can see why you would think I had good grades, I only merely mentioned the types of grades in comparison to the NVQ, please accecpt my most sincere apology if that part in the story lead you to think I had gained good grades at my school.


Far from it. I have added aditional info to the story, as well as correct a slight error, I got my own once surname wrong, no real biggy, even so. I know it helps to get things right and not to get people confused.


Fank you big sis Shi for your comforting words, as the saying goes, one can not chose the parents they are born to. I half wish I had been given up for adoption, I know that, that may have been no real assurance that my life would have been or gone any better, if I had been adopted.


I had to endure 18 long years of suffering under my ex-parents, believe me, when I say, that those 18 years almost felt like an Eternity. I so badly needed to get out of that situation, I know you are wondering what really did happen?


Well, follow the story, take the Journey. There will be a special part after the end of the story that will reveal a little more of what really did happen after the drop off point. I know that this story has not gotten up to that part as yet. It will, all good things comes to those who wait as the saying goes.

WUV, HUGGLES & KWISSES








 Poor Timothy I wish I can give him a hug. I think his family should cared more about him. He was getting good grades in school but I don't know what a O is an British school grades.

I love to go to the store and buy some things.

Your sweet and lovely big sister
Shi Long

PSI love the give you a hug I knI know Ryan the story must. Ho I give you a virtual hag at kiss on the cheek .  










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Baby Butch
Suddenly I felt like reading a good story, so I thought about this one and read the latest edition. I like it and hope Timothy gets to be the sissybaby he wants to be. A good topic to write about. I can relate to Timothys life, similar to my feelings growing up and since then. Now maby I can relax better.

If you're not aware of it, I make cappie stories, lots of them. I have posted about 1500 cappies, losing 400 due to problems with them being underage. I have an all adult gallery now, but still suffer a few deletions for various reasons. Check out my cappies in my Gallery sometiimes. There is still about 1100 in 160 threads. I recommend Back In Diapers, a popular one.
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baby5522
Awww, fank you Baby Butch for your comment, I apprciate it very much, I am glad that you can relate to my past. I am glad that you ae liking the story so far, I will take a look at your cappies and comment.

Wow, that is a lot of cappies, it may take me a while to get throught hem all. But I shall I promise, no matter how long it may take me.

HUGGLES & KWISSES




 Suddenly I felt like reading a good story, so I thought about this one and read the latest edition. I like it and hope Timothy gets to be the sissybaby he wants to be. A good topic to write about. I can relate to Timothys life, similar to my feelings growing up and since then. Now maby I can relax better.

If you're not aware of it, I make cappie stories, lots of them. I have posted about 1500 cappies, losing 400 due to problems with them being underage. I have an all adult gallery now, but still suffer a few deletions for various reasons. Check out my cappies in my Gallery sometiimes. There is still about 1100 in 160 threads. I recommend Back In Diapers, a popular one.  










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Baby Butch
That's nice but I don't expect you to look at them all. It would take forever. Just pick a few with the most comments that sound interesting and check them out. Baby Butch
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Mellsissy
Great story keep it up.
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Thank you for your comment Mellsissy, I appreciate it, I shall be posting the next chapter soon.


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The Pretty Frilly Pink Plastic Pants:



Timothy had entered the Arndale Centre as usual, he went down the escalators and he passed all of the usual stalls to make his way to the back of the shopping centre, Timothy did not need to pass the baby clothes stall to get to the back, since it was near the centre of the market place was, that made up the rest of the basement of the shopping centre itself.


There was the far left or right side isles Timothy could go down to get to where the back exit of the shopping centre was, that lead out to the outdoor market place. All Timothy would then need to to do, would be to turn left, head towards the open front area of the side building that contained the array of other indoor market stalls.


With the book stall being the first one just to the the right the moment of entering the side building. Not knowing why, like all of the other times before, Timothy had to go pass by the baby clothes stall and to look at the pretty cute dresses on display wishing that he could so wear any one of them, but knew that was just impossible.

Also on display was a pair of frilly pink plastic pants. They were the prettiest pair he had ever seen on display there, more stronger than they had ever been before, were those thoughts and feelings of wanting to be a baby girl. And the more he stared at the frilly plastic pants, the more he wanted them, even though he could not understand why.


Timothy wanted to wear them so badly, it did not now mater if they would fit him or not, he wanted to wear one of the dresses too, but from the prices he could see, they were somewhat way beyond his measly fifteen pounds. Since the price of the dresses were beyond his reach, Timothy had decided that the plastic pants were sure to be within what he could afford.

He stepped closer to look at the price tag, even better still there was a piece of card taped to a makeshift stand, it read, all frilly plastic pants all sizes at One Pound and Fifty Pence a pair. That was a remarkably damn good price, Timothy thought. Since they would have been Two Pounds and Ten pence for a pair.

It was the Summer time and Summer sales for the 80's were the best ever. Timothy however did not go up and ask about the frilly plastic pants right away, he walked passed in front of the lady of the stall, then up the right side of the stall up one isle, then down the opposite isle that was on the left, Timothy did this several times, before he soon noticed that he was attracting quite a bit of attention by doing so.


Timothy had soon realised that he would either get: A: Thrown out by security, or B: End up getting arrested probably by the police for being what people may have mistaken him for being some sort of a pervert. Timothy decided once and for all to go over and ask about the frilly plastic pants.

That took some courage, though in truth, it was more out of that Timothy felt that he had to do something before something bad may happen and he did not want to get into any trouble of any kind. It was these things that pretty much forced, or prompted Timothy in going over to the lady at the stall to ask and some what nervously about those pretty frilly pink plastic pants.

But as Timothy got close to those frilly plastic pants, he could not bring himself to say anything, he tried to look in every other possible direction but those pretty frilly plastic pants, but he could not stop himself looking at them and the lady at the stall had noticed he had been staring across at her stall before and passing by several times. Had she been thinking too? 'Typical teenage pervert.' There was no way to really tell, then again if she really thought that, she would have told Timothy to clear off. She said no such thing, in fact, she startled him when she suddenly asked. “May I help yo young man?” Timothy nearly jumped out of his skin, he did jerk a little as though startled.

He looked up at the woman and his face suddenly went beetroot red. Yet the woman did not laugh, or make fun of Timothy's sudden startled and embarrassed state. “Err.. um...” Timothy stammered nervously... but he finally managed to say in a very timid way, as though frightened of what she may think the moment he said. “How much are these please?”


He had completely forgotten about the piece of card that told him the price, then again he had been so surprised that she had asked him if she could help, that his mind had turned to jelly as the saying goes and Timothy could not think straight what so ever. He just merely pointed nervously to the pair of plastic pants that were on display.


For what ever reason, the lady at the stall seemed to be sympathetic to Timothy, she gave him a kind, gentle and warm smile. “As this sign says right here.” She replied as she pointed to the sign that was next to the plastic pants that were on display. Timothy realised how stupid his question was. But he went on to say.


Can I have these ones here please, they are for my sister, its her birthday and I want her to feel very special.” He blurted real quickly, hoping that the lady at the stall had not noticed what was the most lamest excuse anyone could ever come up with. But the lady at the stall, who probably tried to hold back a laugh, just replied again with a smile.

Certainly, but these are for display only.”
Oh, sorry...”
Awe, don't be.” Replied the lady soothingly who seem to be able to sense Timothy's unease. “Do... do you have another pair exactly like these ones here?” Timothy almost now sounded near upset, he so wanted the pair of plastic pants that were on display. The lady at the stall seem to be able to sense his despair and near disappointment too. “Of course I do dear... What size is your little baby sister?” Asked the lady at the stall reassuringly. Timothy's face had gone from red to pale white. Had she realised that he had really wanted the plastic pants for himself and was testing him and had caught him out?

Such were the thoughts going through Timothy's mind. He tried so hard not to look as guilty as he felt or give away the fact he did actually want them for himself. Even if he could tell her, he had no idea, all babies were the same size, or so he thought. Timothy's brain tried to act quickly, he did not want to look a fool or have the stall lady guess his inner deeper thoughts.

Um, err... I have a much older sister, err... She's... she's ten years old but still needs to wear plastic pants, she has a problem wetting the bed...” Timothy looked down cast at the floor. Knowing full well that his excuse was just as lame as his last one... There was no way the stall lady was going buy that. “Are you sure she's ten years old?”

Asked the stall lady trying hard not to sound as though she was disbelieving Timothy, and he looked now as though he was about to burst into tears. “No, she's thirteen... No... OK, she's my age. But she really does still wet the bed.” Replied Timothy who was nearly almost on the brink of bursting into tears, as he did sound to be so very upset.


The stall lady just gave Timothy another reassuring smile. “I think I may have in my stock box a pair that are identical to the ones on display that are in a large size, I will check for you, is that OK?” Timothy was trying so hard to fight back both his fear and from bursting out into tears. “Yes... Th.. Th, thank you.” He stammered. The stall lady turned to face a shelf that was behind her and as she knelt down, she was sure that Timothy would sure to try and leg it as the saying goes, if he felt he had been found out or something. There was a chance she had guessed he wanted the plastic pants for himself, if that was so, why go to such efforts to help him? That shall never be known beyond the act of possible true human kindness etc.




TO BE CONTINUED......
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Baby Butch
Nice story you have going here, I bet he gets those frilly pink plastic panties. I just got a package of M4 adult diapers, formerly X-plus. They are very thick and will go good with my frilly pink plastic panties. -giggles-
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Awww, thank you Baby Butch for your comment, I really much appreciate it. Well... you will find out what happens next, once I get all of the other comments in from Lilakiko and Shilong.


I am a little worried about her, Lilakiko that is, since she did not leave a comment to my previous post, I'll leave her a message and try to wait for a while, but not too long, so I'm kepping evryone else waiting for too long for the next instalment.


I bet you look prety in your frilly plastic panties, out of curiousity, are they really pink ones? It's OK if they are not really pink, I do not know how many people out there, here on sissykiss that can realate to this or have had near simlar experience to mine.

I am glad and happy not only to be sharing this experience, but to make a story out of it. Plus it has given me an opertunity to put in more than what I had put in my diary entry here, I was able to remember more and treat the memories like they were a story, so that those memories would not be as painful for me.

I know I have said this before, though I feel most will not be able to understand, that even the happy memories that I have, which are few, are painful for me to recall. They are that way I think, because of the fact I have had truly so very few happy moments in my life.

The bad ones just envelope them, not only that, I have been through so much, to the point that recalling anything of my past eitther good or bad causes me a lot of emotional and mental pain. Not so much now, but it still does, since that kind of pain goes so very deep, it is going to take me probably the rest of my whole life for those memories not to cause anymore pain, or at least to a lesser degree to what they cause me right now.

Again thank you for your comment, I really do appreciated it, I have left you a comment on one of your Capies. I hope you like it? Sorry if it's not much, I hope you do not mind too much?

HUGGLES & KWISSES



 Nice story you have going here, I bet he gets those frilly pink plastic panties. I just got a package of M4 adult diapers, formerly X-plus. They are very thick and will go good with my frilly pink plastic panties. -giggles-  










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babyjenae
Mees wikes dis tories soos fars... meees wundors ibs yous cans pwaces awlls da cwhapters ins toos ones pwostings? toos mwakes ibs ewesiers toos bees awbles toos rweesds da tories bedders?

Mees ibs lookwins furs moors obs dis tories soons toos... mees wanna's noos ibs timmies gonnas gwets hims a nanna ibs da ladwies ins da boowths? ibs hers gonna hwelps timmies bees a goodies babies? (giggles).

HUGE HUGS   an Kisses

Babyjenae
    (giggles...)  Hi...
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Baby Butch
Yes thank you I saw your comment in my cappie gallery and responded to it. It is just fine and I understand. I am sorry your past has been painful, so has mine. I have learned to live with a lot and still breakdown sometimes. I have both physical and emotional pain to deal with.

The plastic panties are really pink with rows of lace across the back. The outside is like pink satin over plastic pants. I got them on ebay all the way from Hong Kong for $10 including shipping. It's true some low bids will win.

As you know from a few PM's I am getting over problems too, more than I have told you of. As they say, get over it and keep your head up!
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Awww, fank you babyjenae for your comment, much appreciate it and I do apologise that you find reading the invidual chapters posted seperately, I do them that way since they are easier for me when it comes to edding the paragraphs once I haved copied and pasted my story as the paragraphs that I copy and paste into here do not turn out the way it is in my word document.

Plus, if I try to add chapters all in one post, that is just a little hard for me to scroll down and correct paragraphs where needed and the more chapters I add in one posting, the further down I need to go. I can also get easily confused of where I am up to, more so if I need to make any corrections, if and where any are needed. Hence why I post chapters sepretely and that helps me more due to my learning difficulties that I have. I hope that explanation helps?

If you you would like, once this story is completed, I would be happy to send you a full copy of it with all of the chapters all together, which is how it appears in my word doc file, but that is easire for me to manage, since the page screen is bigger and I do have a mild sight problem, even the edit boxes here at sissykiss is slighty hard for me to look at, even though I do wear glasses when it comes to reading.

In a word document I can see the whole page by page more better and easier than I can with the edit or post reply window boxes, I do my best to work around such problems where I am able to do so. I am glad that you like this story.

I will post the next chapter soon, just try to read it the way I post as best as you can, as I will endevour to make reading my seperate postings as best easy to read as possible, hence the larger lettering, well broken paragraphs, or as near to that as I can manage and of course by posting each chapter seperately, plus that way is not only easy for me, it helps me too.


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 Mees wikes dis tories soos fars... meees wundors ibs yous cans pwaces awlls da cwhapters ins toos ones pwostings? toos mwakes ibs ewesiers toos bees awbles toos rweesds da tories bedders?

Mees ibs lookwins furs moors obs dis tories soons toos... mees wanna's noos ibs timmies gonnas gwets hims a nanna ibs da ladwies ins da boowths? ibs hers gonna hwelps timmies bees a goodies babies? (giggles).

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I LOVE BEING A SISSY BABY PET


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Amy I notice that Timothy is a little bashful. I noted first time buying anything like that a little scary. Like one I got my ears pierced a little scared second guessing myself the whole time. But that lady help Timothy a lot. She could call security or the cops on him. But she didn't. Too bad he can get himself a lovely baby dress to go with his pink plastic pants. Can we had some more of those lovely story please pretty please with sugar on top.

Your sweet and lovely big sister
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Awww, thank you Big Sis Shi for your comment, much appreciated. I am glad that you like the story and since you asked so nicely, I shall post the next part to this story later today.


I hope my other sis, Lilakiko wont mind reading all that I have posted since her last comment. She must be ill, as she is not on Skype, where I can usually find her and notify her my story updates.


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 Amy I notice that Timothy is a little bashful. I noted first time buying anything like that a little scary. Like one I got my ears pierced a little scared second guessing myself the whole time. But that lady help Timothy a lot. She could call security or the cops on him. But she didn't. Too bad he can get himself a lovely baby dress to go with his pink plastic pants. Can we had some more of those lovely story please pretty please with sugar on top.

Your sweet and lovely big sister
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I LOVE BEING A SISSY BABY PET


'Ask not what you can do for a Sissy. Ask a Sissy what they can do for you.'


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From Plastic Pants to Nappies:


There was a chance the lady at the stall had guessed that Timothy wanted the plastic pants for himself, yet Timothy waited, though yes it was true, a part of him wanted to make a run for it, but he had come this far now and he knew he would regret not getting this chance, he had at all costs, had to have and wear a pair of plastic pants.


That seemed somehow more important than the possible fact that they may not fit him anyway. But Timothy half hoped and half wished that there was a pair of plastic pants that just might fit him. The stall lady had bent down to get the to the box in which she had a stock of large sized pairs of plastic pants in them.


She does not sell that many of them as most women or young girls seem to buy sizes that are at the small to medium range but plastic pants did go as far up in a size large that were big enough to fit a girl between age 10 to 13 but with them having elasticated waist and leg bands, they could fit possibly a small sized 14 to 16 year old girl.


Though in rare stock there had been pairs of Extra large for the more larger baby, but those sort had even sold less and she had to sadly get rid of that stock an extra large would have fitted Timothy more perfectly, though he did look small and thin for his age, she was quite confident now by the time she found an identical pair of plastic pants to the ones on display, that they would fit Timothy just OK. She was surprised, but happy to see Timothy still standing there, even though he did look to be so upset. She placed out towards him a package, it was a white bag on the underside with a clear plastic front, there to Timothy's surprise and relief, was a pair of frilly plastic pants exactly identical in every way to the ones that were on display.


"There you go dear, those are a size large. They should fit your sister OK, if not, you can by all means come back here and I will see if I can get you a size Extra Large. I used to stock them, but I may be be able to find some for you, they are all nearly almost out of stock, as not many need them at that size. I do find from time to time someone needing a size large, so it is handy to keep those in stock more.”


"Th, Th, thank you.” Was all that Timothy could manage to say. “That will be One Pound Fifty please.” Said the stall lady warmly to him. Timothy handed over to her a five pound note and she took it and gladly gave him his change. Then she realized other people were passing by, knowing it would seem odd and very strange to see a boy buying a pair of pretty frilly pink plastic pants, or walk away with package of them in his hands for all to see.


"Would you like me to put those in a bag for you dear?” The stall lady asked that had a certain look in her eyes. Timothy nodded his head, but remembered his manners. “Yes please.” He said, it was clear he was not only nervous, he had the sort of look that he wanted to get away from the stall and out of the shopping centre as quickly as possible. It was understandable, boys after all never really would be seen dead at a baby clothes stall never mind buying anything like a baby item. The stall lady still smiling took the package quickly before anyone could see or even notice what she then placed into a pink and white stripped paper bag the package that held inside of it the frilly plastic pants.


She handed the paper bag to Timothy, who took it. “Thank you.” Don't forget, if they don't fit, you can bring them back, if they are OK. You can come back here and buy more of the same, any time you like. Remarked the stall lady quite oddly and almost in a whisper, Timothy, just put the paper bag into a white carrier bag that he already had and ran off. He had bought earlier on a few things from another shop and that's what else, that was inside of the big white plastic carrier bag. Timothy was glad to get back home, his parents had gone out for the day and would not be back until later on. Dennis was off somewhere doing his own thing and would be back most likely by the time his mother and step dad get back.


Which just left his sister Donna sunbathing in the back garden. Timothy however rushed right up to his bedroom, it was the second room at the top of the landing, with the bathroom being to the left and his bedroom dead ahead at the top of the staircase, a bedroom to which he had to share with his brother was dead head as facing the stairs. Next door to the shared bedroom was mum and dad's room, to the right there was a slightly bigger room than Timothy's and Dennis's bedroom, which was Donna's bedroom.


Timothy placed his carrier bag inside of his wardrobe, at least he did not have to share that with his brother, Dennis had his own wardrobe at the other end of the bedroom, there was a bunk bed that gave room enough to have two wardrobes and dresser drawer units.


Timothy carefully dug into the carrier bag and took out the paper back, there was a waste paper bin and Dennis was not one for checking to see what was in there, none would, so it was safe for Timothy to quickly dispose of the paper bag and the package after carefully removing the plastic pants. They looked so delicate that Timothy wanted to take great care of them.


He then immediately began to remove all of his clothes, he wanted to be wearing nothing else but those frilly plastic pants. He never thought about if he should be wearing a nappy first. Such a thought just never really occurred to him like that. Why should it? Despite his thoughts and feeling of wanting to be a baby girl, he was not quite yet processing those thoughts and feelings in the right way.


How could he? Things like that do not come so easily to a boy of 16, nor would they for any boy at any age. Some may naturally want to wear a nappy first, and it is unusual for a boy to do things the other way around, but there are no real rules when it comes to discovering ones true self. Each thing we learn in life is a process, some people have a different way of processing things to the way most others would process the same things but in a way that what seems more natural or right to them.


Which maybe different to someone else, it does not make what that other person does, to be wrong all because they have done something differently, we are all unique and individuals. Timothy was soon fully naked and he carefully put on the pair of frilly plastic pants, they were admit-ably a bit of tight squeeze to get on, even for his small frame.


But they did at least fit him, if but a bit tight on him, but that only seem to get Timothy that much more excited than what he already was. The slight tightness of the plastic pants and the feel of plastic lining against his skin was making Timothy so very hard and a lot of other wonderful feelings that over flowed him.


Timothy lay on his bed, his hands over his plastic covered hard on, as he rubbed himself up and down feeling a wave of shear delight, wash over him, Timothy felt feelings like no other and he was so close to being like a baby girl, but there was something missing, several things missing in fact.


However Timothy did not worry about those other things, He felt so happy and so at peace with himself, he never wanted those feelings to end. But he knew that he could not stay wearing those plastic pants for long and they would need to be cleaned up right away too. Timothy felt sad having to remove the plastic pants that were on him, being careful to remove them, he quickly washed and dried them with a towel.


He then hid the plastic pants inside of his wardrobe, Timothy had loved the pair of frilly plastic pants so much, that he did indeed buy anther pair of frilly plastic pants from the same baby clothes stall, the stall lady seemed both surprised and happy to see Timothy back at her stall again. He was still nervous being seen there, but he soon over came that.


He had in fact had bought several pairs of frilly plastic pants, white and red, and a variety of pink ones of course, as pink seemed to be his most favourite colour, something even the stall lady had begun to notice, but she never once did say anything about it to Timothy and it had to be obvious to her by now that he was buying the plastic pants for himself.


Even if it was, she did not mind. She saw how Timothy seemed to be and he seemed to be like a whole different person almost. Soon Timothy did get the urge to want to wear nappies next, which meant his mind was now beginning to accept and process his thoughts and feelings of wanting to be a baby girl, a lot better.


Timothy found that it felt really good wearing nappies too and with the plastic pants over them, but he still did love the feel of the plastic pants on their own with the slight tightness and the plastic lining against his skin turning him on so much, which at times did make Timothy wonder if he was a complete pervert or not.


He wasn't of course, not realising that he was one of many people who do get and have a sexual attraction towards certain clothing or materials, like PVC, Leather and Latex Rubber, to name a few some of the more well known items that are commonly a fetish, as it is classed and known to be. For those into the so called fetish, for them it is normal and very natural.


Timothy had to keep his stash of nappies and plastic frilly pants well hidden and not let his brother or his parents for that matter find out about them. But the fear of getting caught wearing either of them or both, made Timothy one night when everyone else were busy watching TV, he took the full rubbish bag of his waste paper bin and one large carrier bag downstairs into the kitchen and out into the back yard. He put his usual rubbish in the tin made dustbin, but the plastic bag that was full, he dared not put that in the family dustbin, just in case his mother the neat freak may discovering it when sorting out the things that are inside the dustbin. Timothy's mother was odd that way. So Timothy went out of the back yard as he opened the back gate.


He was on the back street of his parents house, further down the street there was a tin made dustbin that had been left out there on the back street, Timothy cautiously approached it, looked inside of it, the lid was not on right and it was easy to lift it up and see what was inside.


It was empty, Timothy carefully took off the lid and dumped the plastic carrier bag inside of the dustbin, then he replaced the lid. Timothy was upset to have to throw away his near collection of baby stuff. Timothy in all probability would have taken the next steps, like getting a dummy and all manner of other baby related stuff.


Little did he know really anything about Sissies or Adult Babies for that matter. He thought Sissies to be some sort of ultra very feminine sort of Gay guy. He had heard the term Sissies and knew that some Gay men do like to dress up and from that, is what made him think for Sissies to be very highly effeminate Gay men.


But that was all he knew, little did he know or realise or was aware, there was more to Sissies than he knew or thought, there was more to adult babies too, even though he had not yet heard of that term, or know what it meant even if he had heard it in passing, Timothy's life however was about to change and in the most unexpected way ever...

TO BE CONTINUED......
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