Mommy looked into the next room at her sissified husband. He was busy playing with his dollies and glancing now and again at Little Mermaid on the TV. Even from the next room she could see the reflection of a trickle of drool on his chin. She began to wonder if he had wet himself yet. The constant hypnosis had worked wonders and he barely noticed wetting anymore. She remembered a time when it wouldn’t have been possible to take him downstairs. Even with his muscles weakened from all the time locked in his crib he would have still attempted to run, not that there was anywhere he could have gone. With the triple thick diapers she kept him in constantly iit was hard for him to stand and even if he could manage to get to the door any one of his embarrassing outfits would make him think twice about opening it. After all this time, though, her little husband was a perfect sissy angel.
It had taken a lot of work to get him to this point: all the clothes she had to buy to keep him in, all the attention she had to shower on him, not to mention the constant spankings to get him to accept his new life. Not that there hadn’t been some fun along the way she thought to herself. She still remembered how bright red he had blushed when she took him in front of a mirror for the first time. With the booties, the bonnet, the layers and layers of petticoats, and the silky pink party dress he was an absolute vision. She chuckled when she thought about how he had wet himself out of sheer terror (the triple diapering started after that). She recalled fondly how he had squirmed when she invited her girlfriends to the house to fuss over him. Her absolute favorite, however, were the little sissy tears he had cried when she brought her lovers into his nursery to tickle him under the chin. By time she was done having sex in his nursery the tears were almost dry; more than could be said for his diapers.
Now she had finished mixing his special bottle. That had been one of her best ideas. Warm milk, mixed with hormones, and the creamy got from him every morning. Since she had to get it every morning to keep him from stroking his diapered clitty anyway, she figured why not put it to good use? Of course he had resisted at first but she was always able to convince him. Just like his little fits over not getting to be milked until he admitted he was a complete sissy. She wondered if he had known how ridiculous his protests had sounded with his new sissy lisp. In each case he had given up after one spanking and now they were his favorite times of the day (except for dress up of course). Of course he had become much more docile after she told him that all of his old things had been sold to pay for his transformation. Dressies and diapees aren’t free she had cooed to him.
She watched his face light up as she brought his bottle over to him. He bounced and squirmed in his playpen at the sight of her. The ruffling of petticoats almost kept her from hearing him wetting his diaper. She handed him his bottle. He held it in both hands and began sucking ravenously. She smiled and decided to spank him today for old times sake.
Mommy sat down next to the playpen and watched as her baby finished his bottle. His mouth kept sucking as she took it from him and he whimpered and kicked when he saw that it was gone. With time his little tantrums had less frequent but more and more babyish, but she knew how to stop them. She pulled out his pacifier and he was sucking rhythmically before she tied its ribbons around his head. “Did baby’s special bottle get her excited, and does she need a diapee change?” she cooed, stressing the female pronouns. He blushed and she heard him wet his diaper again. She wondered whether he was more embarrassed about the diaper or about being referred to as she. “Ok baby mommy will change you and let you make poopies.” He bounced up and down excited and she could hear the squish of his wet diapers. She opened his playpen and he crawled over to his changing mat.
Before it had been so hard removing all the layers and layer of baby clothes for him to use the potty seat. First the plastic panties, then all the diapers, then the petticoats and skirts, and in the end he would end up sitting on his pink little potty chair in nothing but a bonnet and training bra. While this was quite a sight to behold she didn’t want him poking and playing with his little breasts. He had been overwhelmed when they first started to really appear and had spent the entire day in his crib sucking his thumb. Now she made the bottoms of all his outfits detachable so he wouldn’t have to go without his precious sissy clothes.
Now mommy had all of her baby’s bottoms off. Once she had his diapers off she always made sure to tie a few ribbons around his little clitty. She remembered how he had made squirties the first few time she had wiped off his diaper area. After she had wiped him off she turned his over on his stomach. She pulled out the plug she kept in him in the mornings to keep him from messing his diapers. It was pink and said ‘Mommy’s helper’ and the startled look on his face when she first showed it to him was almost the same as his shocked expression the first time she inserted it. She loved that it kept her from having to deal with dirty diapers, and she enjoyed the way he would giggle and smile whenever she would insert or remove it now.
Having him use the potty chair was one of her favorite sites. He always looked ridiculous when he sat his pert sissy butt on top of the little pink chair. She chuckled as she saw him sitting and sucking intently on his pacifier. He heard her laugh and blushed furiously causing him to loosen his bowls and her to laugh harder. When he finished and she was wiping his bottom she praised him with her most sugary-sweet voice, “Who’s mommy’s big girl?” She knew the answer when she flipped him back over and his little clitty was bulging against its ribbons. She could smell baby powder and oil coming off of him before she even began to powder him. He’s been so heavily powdered and oiled for so long now that it must be in his skin she mused as she grabbed three more diapers. After that she diapered him up and put all of his frillies back on. Now he was finally ready for his big day.
She had been waiting for today for quite some time and had been trying her hardest to go about the normal routine and not drop any hints. She remembered the last time she had been this apprehensive. It was the day her husband cemented his own sissy fate.
When she first started his training he had fought her fought her every step of the way. Once the hypnosis started to take effect his struggling turned more and more to crying and pouting, but even once his new life had become routine she could still sense a glare of defiance in his eyes. That’s when she realized he would never fully accept his fate unless he chose it himself, and so she came up with her plan.
He was shocked when one day instead of waking up in his crib and diapers he woke up in bed next to her in shorts and t-shirt. Fortunately she had made sure his bladder was empty or he would have wet the bed out of fright. Then when she turned to him and apologized for everything she had put him through he was dumbstruck. When she told him she would never force him to go back he feigned a smile, but she could see the faint glimmer of fear in his eyes; everything was going just as she had hoped. “You won’t have to wear diapers, or dresses, or bonnets, or petticoats, or drink bottles, or play with dolls ever again” she had said to him. She was delighted by the pangs on his face at the idea of forfeiting each item. He was barely listening when she told him things could go back to the way they were before. “Let me try to make it up it up to you honey” she said as she curled up next to him leaned in to kiss him. He had yelped and rolled away. She (rather insincerely) asked what was wrong pretending not to notice he had now had made creamy in his shorts. She almost laughed and broke the act when he asked if that meant he wouldn’t get his bottle today. After a second she had looked at him and said, “I guess if you WANT to be my sissy baby it’s alright, but we can’t keep going back and forth. This time it will have to be permanent”. This hit him like a pound of bricks. “I’ll give you the day to think about it” she said as she kissed him on the cheek and left the room. Despite all of her coaxing he was back in diapers before the end of the day.
Today was another big day for him she thought. Just then she heard the doorbell ring. It was time for his play date.
Mommy saw her baby squirm and squeeze his dolly tight as she went to go answer the door. It was funny how afraid he still was of being seen even after everything that had happened. She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had shown all of her friends the albums full of pictures she had taken of her new baby. The albums had been such a hit that Mommy’s neighbor Mrs. Stevens had decided to try the same thing on her naughty little husband. They had both chuckled when they agreed that a play-date would be in order once Mrs. Stevens had sufficiently sissified her husband. When Mommy answered the door to see him in full dress shyly clinging to his Mommy’s hand she knew that day had come. She wasn’t sure how it was possible but he looked even more ridiculous than her baby.
Every part of him was covered in bubble gum pink. His long blond hair had been curled and tied with pink ribbon into pigtails. He was wearing pink mary-janes with matching pink laced topped ankle socks. His nails and lips had been painted glittery pink. He was wearing a short pink dress with layers of cream colored petticoats. As a finishing touch his extra thick diapers (Mrs. Stevens used four at a time hoping this would sissify him more quickly) were covered with little pink hearts.
“Well doesn’t someone look cute today?” Mommy cooed. The baby minced and blushed even pinker. Then his Mommy gave him an icy look causing him to quickly curtsey exposing even more of his diapers. She looked down at him again and he lisped, “Hewo, my name is Thithy. Tank you fow letting me come ovow and pway”. Sissy, mommy thought, not very original but certainly appropriate. Even though this little speech was obviously rehearsed Mommy could hear the humiliation in it. Then the two mommies started chatting about techniques they used with their babies. Mrs. Stevens absolutely loved Mommy’s ‘special bottle’ idea and vowed to start doing the same tomorrow. She had just been letting him make creamies in his diapers and then spanking him for it. As the two mommies’s were chatting, Sissy started to tug at his mommy’s hand trying to enter the house, but she ignored him and held on tightly. After they finished chatting (and half the neighborhood had seen Sissy’s diapered bottom) then entered the house.
Mommy saw her baby’s eyes light up when he saw Sissy. He dropped his doll and reached though the bars of the playpen. She wasn’t surprised. She wondered if her baby saw Sissy like a new doll, a playmate, or as something more. Not only had she enveloped him in sissyness but she also directed all of his sexual desires towards it. All this time she had made him look at nothing but frilly sissy clothing whenever she had milked him. From the smile on her face she knew Mrs. Stevens was thinking the same thing. When they made the play-date had hoped the two would really ‘hit it off’. Mommy also saw the mixed expression of terror, intrigue, and embarrassment hit Sissy at her baby’s reaction. “I think these two are going to be good friends,” Mrs. Stevens said as she opened the playpen.
Mommy and Mrs. Stevens smiled to one another as they watched Sissy crawl nervously into the playpen. Mommy was sure her baby’s pacifier would have fallen right out of his mouth if the ribbons weren’t tied around back of his head. She also noticed how Sissy slowly swung his little diapered butt as he crawled; it looked like someone was trying to get attention after all! She also noticed how her baby’s eyes followed Sissy’s sashaying hips and that he was sucking his dummy in rhythm with the movement. She remembered that the nipple on her baby’s pacifier was shaped like a tiny penis and wondered if her baby was slowly running his tongue over it as he suckled.
Mommy’s thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Stevens as she asked, “You know you’ve never told me what you call your sweet little baby now?” Mommy looked up and said, “You know Dianne I never really picked a name, but what about Baby?” Mrs. Stevens smiled and said, “Sissy and Baby? That sounds like a perfect match.” Then, as if on queue, Baby flung his arms around Sissy who proceeded to giggle and blush. Once his cheeks had cooled Sissy looked apprehensively at the two mommies and started playing nervously with his skirt. When Mrs. Stevens gave him a slight nod, his eyes lit up and he turned and gave Baby a kiss on the cheek. Right then Mommy and Mrs. Stevens could see a bulge even through Baby’s three diapers. Sissy saw it too and his Mommy smacked his hand away right before he could touch. Both mommies were very angry: Sissy knew she shouldn’t touch there (yet…) and Baby had already been milked once today! “I think we’re going to have to spank both of these naughty babies,” Mommy said crossing her arms. “You mean youw gunna take off ow diapies,” said Sissy shyly. He might sound timid, Mommy though but both she and Mrs. Stevens noticed how hungrily he stared at Baby’s crotch when he was speaking and how he began slowly sucking his thumb once he finished. Both mommies had expected the two to be fast friends, but looking at one another they were amazed at how quickly things were developing. “Yes Sissy,” his mommy cooed, “we’re going to spank you and Baby’s naked bottoms”. Mommy could tell it took al of Sissy’s restraint not to cheer as she knelt down to take out Baby’s pacifier. She leaned far over exposing tops of her massive breasts as she began to untie the ribbons and to pull out the pacifier. She was pleased that the babies’ eyes remained glued to one another. Mommy did notice, however, that Mrs. Stevens leaned in to eye her figure and for the first time Mommy began to blush slightly. She could feel Baby’s lips cling to the pacifier’s tip as she slowly removed it, allowing Sissy to clearly see it.
The two babies shivered with anticipation as their mommies announced it was spanking time and if their mommies hadn’t immediately swooped them up they probably would have begun making sloppy baby kisses right there. The two mommies set up rocking chairs next to one another, pulled their babies over their laps, and undid the back of their many diapers. Baby and Sissy were lying face to face and their mommies pretended not to notice when they started kissing. The sound of deep baby kisses was only interrupted by synchronized yelps as the two babies were spanked. Only once Baby and Sissy’s bottoms were bright red were they put back into their playpen, this time with no diapers. “Let’s see what mischief our little girls get into together said Mrs. Stevens,” looking down at the two. “Frankly,” Mommy whispered into Dianne Stevens’ ear as she pressed her body against Dianne’s, “I’m more concerned with making some mischief of my own”. What a wonderful play date, Mommy thought As she felt the warm caress of Dianne’s tongue.