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Author: TheMod	[ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:54:05 11/10/21 Wed This is a place where fiction is to be posted. Please keep it clean and no sex etc otherwise the post will be deleted. Many Thanks...The Mod [ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Little Prince NEW STORY (ONGOING)

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Date Posted: 13:07:30 11/10/21 Wed

Little Prince Part 1 - New School

Seven year old Jamie woke to the sound of birds singing outside his bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and looked around his room. Mummy had done a great job of decorating his room in baby blue with pictures of his favorite animals painted all over. He waited for his mummy to come and get him up for the day. It was not too long before he heard mummys footsteps coming down the hallway. He excitedly waited for his mummy to open his door and give him his morning hug. Soon his wait was over the door was open and there standing in the doorway was his beautiful mummy carrying his 4 year old brother in her arms. "Good morning little prince did we have a nice bo bos?" "Yes mummy" replied Jamie. Jamie opened his arms whilst mummy put his brother George down. Mummy gave him one of her special hugs before helping him out of bed. It was time to get out of thier night clothes and have thier bath. Jamie helped mummy strip George. First his rumba plastic panties were removed revealing a very wet night diaper. Jamie removed the 4 safety pins holding the sodden cloth diaper and handed it to mummy. He then had George raise his arms and then removed his white lace adorned nightie. George hugged Jamie to thank him for helping him out of his night clothes. Now it was Jamies turn. Mummy first removed Jamies blue footed pajamas revealing his blue frilly lace plastic panties. Once these had been removed his damp diaper was removed before both boys giggling ran to the bathroom and climbed into the bubble bath. After playing for a little mummy came in and washed both boys. They were then both dried and powdered and sent to Jamies room to be dressed. First George was diapered and helped into his blue plastic panties. George sat down as white ribbed tights were pulled up his legs. He stood up and was put into his little sailor dress. George was then put into white mary-janes and he was ready for the day, Jamie was next. First mummy had him step into his white lace tights which were pulled up his delicate legs. He then stepped into his pale blue rumba panties which where pulled up to his waist. Jamie then lifted his arms as mummy helped him into a beautiful lace blouse with a lace peter pan collar. A navy blue velvet bow tie was tied around his neck. Next Jamie stepped into navy velvet short shorts which were pulled up to his waist. Jamie then sat so mummy could put his shoes on. Jamie selected his shiny patent leather black mary-janes as he wanted to give a good impression at the interview for his new school. There were also his favorite shoes. So fully dressed both boys went down stairs for breakfast. Jamie helped George into his lace bib and them put his on. The boys tucked into porridge and drank their bottles of milk. After breakfast they washed their faces and brushed thier teeth. They were now ready to see Jamies new school.

Little Prince Part 2 - School Interview

After mummy put Jamie into his velvet jacket and George into his white coat they set off to be interviewed for Jamies new school. Jamie was so excited to be going to a school where he would not be bullied for dressing in nice clothes. You see when he went to school at his old place he was always picked on for being what the other kids called a sissy. His dad was a mean drunk and would often argue with his mummy over the clothes she chose for Jamie and his brother. He tried to get them both to be macho and stop their ballet, gymnastics and other "girly" pursuits. So when mummy threw daddy out of the house and moved to Pleasantville he and his brother were so happy. Mummy was going to set up a shop making nice clothes for children. She was excellent at making clothes and made all the boys their clothes. It took 15 minutes to arrive at the brightly coloured school. They went through two big red doors and were greeted by a 10 year old boy dressed in a kilt, white frilled ankle socks, black mary-jane shoes, white lace blouse and a tie in the same tartan as his kilt. "Hello I am the school doorman how can I help you?" he said, Mummy asked to be taken to the principles office. The boy took them to the principle whilst Jamie and George admired the boys uniform. When they arrived at the office they were greeted by Miss Flowers the principle who said how much she admired Jamies outfit. The boy also said how cute he looked whilst he felt Jamies velvet jacket. After Miss Flowers dismissed the boy both mummy and Jamie were interviewed. They were told that Jamie and eventually George would be welcome at the school. They were then shown around the school. First they were shown the classroom Jamie would attend. When they entered the room all the boys stood up. All of them dressed in the same clothes seen on the boy doorman. jamie was introduced to the class to which all boys said "welcome Jamie, we hope you will like it here, have a nice day." Miss Flowers then took them to the dance hall to watch a ballet class in progress. The boys were dressed in pale blue leotards, white tights and white ballet slippers. They looked so graceful and when Miss Flowers clapped her hands and introduced Jamie to them each boy came over bowed and shook Jamie and his mummies hand and introduced themselves. Jamie loved all this attention. They then went to a sewing class where the boys were sewing new sailor suits for themselves. Finally they went to the schools indoor swimming pool. They say the older boys teaching the younger ones to swim. The older boys where dressed in one piece white cotton swim suits similar to victorian boys swim suits. The younger 5 year old boys learning to swim were all in blue swim diapers. After the school tour they said goodbye to Miss Flowers and headed to town to sort out uniforms for Jamie.

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[> Subject: I Was A Professional Pageboy

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Date Posted: 13:18:22 11/10/21 Wed

I Was A Professional Page-Boy

Chqpter 1

Hi! I'm Jamie, and I'm a boy. I kinda have to tell you that 'cuz Jamie can be a girls name too, but my Mom says its more for boys. I remember when I was 9 and I was a page-boy for the first time. It was for Aunty Cathy's wedding and I couldnt believe how many people thought I was cute I guess that gave my Mom some ideas, 'cuz it seemed like I was needed as a page-boy lots after that! I told you about it before, it was the very first time I wore tights that thin. Stockings (well... my cousin Andrea called them pantyhose) tickle!! I think I walked on my toes all day that day, hehe.

Anyway, after that, it seemed lots of ladies wanted to 'borrow' me so I could dress up for them on special days. Mom even got money for it! She got most the money 'cuz she has to buy my clothes. But I always got some so I could buy nice things or toys for myself or my new friends. My old friends used to make me play war and football but I always felt shy doing that. Mommy introduced me soon after that first wedding to some other kids that are way more fun. They are little gentlemen, like I was learning to be, she said! At first I kinda thought they were a bit sissy even for me but no way! They are very nice, especially Tommy. Him and me got to be 'twin' page-boys lots 'cuz we've always had same color hair and look alot alike.

Just a month after that first wedding I woke up on Saturday morning and got called to the bathroom. I had to get a bath every morning then 'cuz I got no control when I sleep. That night I remember I must have slept real deep 'cuz I pooped my diaper in my sleep too. While waiting for mom to say the bath was ready I sat on my bed in my fleece pjs and peed some more. My poopy diaper was so squishy, but you got to pee in it to make it feel nice. I was rubbing my bum back + forth when she came in to get me. She laughed and said how she thought I'd be doing that for along time, and shes right; I still like poopy wet diapers! I can clean myself up now that I'm a big boy but when I was 9, Mommy did that.

She told me then that me and Tommy were going to be twin page-boys for a very rich lady who was having a party. I remember how much she scrubbed me, my skin was pink all over after! My winky got all tickly and excited too, 'cuz I like Tommy, and I knew we'd get to wear fancy dress-up clothes so we would look nice. Mom dried me off and shook baby-powder all over me; I love how that stuff smells! It makes your skin all soft and almost slippery-feeling, even though its not wet. My tiny winky sure liked it too! All inch and a half of it poked right out to point in front of me, hehe. She just tickled it and joked, 'It's not polite to point, Jamie'. She was giggling though, so she wasn't mad!

Right then, the doorbell rang. It was Tommy! He lives just a 1/4 mile up the road (we are on the outskirts of town) so he skipped over by himself; his Mommy was not well that summer. He was wearing just a pair of lycra shorts and sandals, as his clothes were already here. Mommy let him in while I stood naked in the hall. He hugged her hello and then came and hugged me, too. I like Tommy lots. He rubbed his hand on my skin and said how soft I felt; I told him its 'cuz of the baby powder. He hugged me again and my winky was rubbing on his lycra bike-shorts and it felt so funny! Then my mom told me to go put on the panties on my bed (she says my fancy-clothes undies have to be panties, you know, like girls wear, 'cuz rough boy-undies would not look right). I went to my room and pulled them up. When I let go a little cloud of powder puffed up from around them. It smells so nice!

I heard some water running and a few moments later Tommy came in, naked like me, with fresh-washed feet and legs. Mom said he got dusty on the way, and Tommy hates to be dirty, just like me. I passed him his panties and he put them on. Mom told us both to go potty, then. We held hands and went to the toilet, pulled down our fresh panties and decided to go at the same time. Tommy thought it'd be fun to aim each other, so his hand came in front of me and using his thumb and pointer finger, held the sides of my winky. So I did the same for him, and we peed until we were empty. We blotted the tips very carefully so not to get dribbles in our white, brand-new panties. With a puffy cloud of powder we tugged them up and scurried to my room.

Tommy saw what was on the bed and immediately began to squeal. Boy hes got a high voice!! It sounds like a little mouse when he squeals, but Mom says I was no different. I think Tommy likes old-European page-boy outfits. We got hats to wear, and Tommy saw the long, beautiful feather that was attached to each fancy hat. Mom let him tickle me for a moment with it and then helped us with the tights. First she checked our toenails for any sharp points, and Tommy had to get his filed a bit. The tights slid right up our legs, mom says thats 'cuz they are totally hairless and having powdered skin makes them slidey. The tights had long tops; Mommy made sure they were tugged right up, so the tops came way up high, right over our chests. They were not very thick, but they were not at all see-through; Mom says the word is Opaque. They were just pure white. Then we got these cute jackets to wear, with no shirt. The jackets had rounded bottoms that just came down to the bottom of our tummies. They had lots of big buttons. They had a close-fit peter-pan collar with rounded edges, and long sleves that ended with white frilly things. I asked mom about pants or shorts but she said page-boys in this style dont need them; the tights are the pants. I was worried about that but Mom had us look at each other and the tights were opaque enough you could not hardly even see a bump from our winkies. She says this is a 'classic page-boy' look that was used for kings, in castles, for centuries! Tommy and I waited downstairs for my Mommy to get dressed up pretty. We sat on the couch together so our legs touched. I like holding hands with Tommy. He's still my very best friend.

Chapter 2

So I was sitting with Tommy and holding hands, like I was telling yesterday? And it was neat, 'cuz our legs were swinging, and our feet would touch over + over again, and I think Tommy likes that, 'cuz he'd sorta rub his against mine, hehe. I liked it too. We were watching cartoons (sponge bob, hes still one of my favrites!), and giggling together. Mom came downstairs all dressed up, and Tommy said "Wow! Your mommy looks like a princess!", 'cuz she was dressed up nice in a white outfit.

Actually, Tommy said it kinda more like "Wow! your mommy wooks wike a Pwincess!", 'cuz Tommys got trouble saying R-sounds. I can do them but I lisp. Mommy says its not a big problem so we don't worry about it.

Then she took tommy's little feet in her hands and told him to point his toes. She slid these little white socks over his tights-covered feet, and then put on the shinyest, deepest black leather shoes I ever seen. I knew from before they were called Mary-Janes. Tommy flexed his feet and smiled as my Mommy carefully did up the strap over the top of his foot. She told me to stop wiggling and let her put my shoes on. I didin't even know I was wiggling! I guess I was excited hehe.

She told us that we needed to have one thing different between us, so the lady who was hiring us could tell us apart, 'cuz we had matching page-boy haircuts. She was going to have different colors for our feathers but instead she had different shoes for me. They were soft, floppy looking slippers. Mom told me they are called split-sole ballet-slippers. They were black like Tommy's shoes but not shiny. I pointed my toes like a ballet-boy for my Mommy and she slipped them on. They were soft! Tommys shoes made a neat "Click-clock, Click-clock" sound while he was walking about. Mom said that would help the lady know where we were. My shoes needed to make a sound too, so before she did the laces up (well, they looked more like ribbons), she slid these little, tinkly bells onto them. Then she wrapped the ribbons one time around my ankle and tied it up for me. I stood up and while she held Tommy close to her to make him stop dancing about, she had me walk across the room. The ballet slippers felt so nice on my small feet, and I could hear the soft "Tinkle, tinkle" of the bells as I walked. I felt a bit shy about that but Tommy thought they were neat. He reminded me it was just so the lady could tell how far away we were as we walked about this afternoon serving tea and snacks to the ladies she was having over. That cheered me up, especially when he kissed my cheek and told me he wished he got to wear my shoes instead. Maybe we could trade later, as a trick on the Lady! That made us giggle for sure!

As it was dirty outside and we had to stay perfectly clean, Mom had some over-sized rubber boots for us to slip our legs into. They were brand new so we stepped way up and into them, and clomped around the front door in them, giggling like mad. Then we got into the car to go and be Page-Boys for Mrs. Caruthers, the lady who would be our boss for the day.

Me and Tommy held hands and skipped to the car. I liked the clomp-sound of our shiney-yellow rubber boots... and my tights-covered legs felt all bouncy inside them. Mommy is mega-safety-concious, and because I was under 90 pounds (I just got bigger then 90 pounds last summer! Mom says I grow slow 'cuz of stuff the Doctor is helping me with) I got to sit in a huggy car-seat. She had a special one made for me to share with my best-friend Tommy. It lets us sit side by side. Our feet were swinging in the air, and I pointed my toes and wiggled my feet so my rubber boots slipped off. Tommy did the same, and I used my feet to play with his while we talked. I felt the giggles start, and soon I coulnd't help it at all... Tommy was NOT helping, 'cuz he kept tickling the soles of my feet with his shoes cute little strap-buckle! Soon tho, I guess my eyes shot wide open 'cuz he stopped and immediately whispered "no, no, not now, Jamie", and his fingers reached over to pinch my willy, 'cuz he knew I was about to pee. I took a deep breath and said "ok, its ok now", and he let go... thank gosh I didin't wet!

"Now children", Mommy said from the drivers seat, "The lady who will instruct you today is Mrs. Ryleyson. You should call her Madam, though. You will spend much of your time standing or sitting carefully beside the serving table, or beside and behind her, wherever she is sitting. I'll be there for you in the kitchen. We are here; out you come!"

And with that, wet we got out and stood by the car. Mommy adjusted our 'hose', as she called them, making sure the tops of our long tights were right up to our armpits, and the brocade jackets perfectly arranged. Mommy had a bag with her, with what I suspected were replacement tights if one of us had an accident. The 'hose' felt thin, but was not see-through, and I doubt they would hide any pee-pee accident we could make . Tommy and I held my Mommys hand and walked to the front door. The gentle tinkling of my bells made me feel so special, like I was an elf or some kind of creature like that. I think it made me nervous a bit, because when Mrs Ryleyson answered the door and Mommy nudged me to introduce myself, I dropped a nice curtsey like she taught me, but my voice squeaked when I replied "Jamie, Madam". She stood there holding a hand to her cheek as she smiled the biggest most friendly smile I ever saw as she stared at me and Tommy. I blushed, but Tommy was blushing more, and I felt his hand slip into mine as we stood at attention before her. "What lovely, pretty boys", she said. Her hand dropped to smooth my tights along my bottom, and she patted us both to urge us along inside. I almost purred as we scurried in, and she had us sit at the receiving-bench by the door. Taking my left foot in her hand, she lightly brushed the soles as she tickled the little bells on my ballet-slipper ribbons. "You have adorable little feet, Jamie, I won't be able to mix you two up I see! I understand you are not twins, but my goodness, the resemblance is uncanny... Lets get those Mary-Janes brushed off, Tommy", she finished as she let go of my feet and quickly brushed the hard soles of Tommys shiny shoes. She took our hands and led us into the most ornate living-room I ever saw! She knelt down betwene us and with one hand on each of our lower backs, she gently stroked us as she explained our duties, just like Mommy described earlier. I felt so at ease and relaxed with this stranger-lady already, and so did Tommy. She set us at a small love-seat with a low bench in front with a picture-book on top, and told us to just sit quietly while she talked to my Mom. We could over-hear some of their conversation.

"...the most well behaved boys I've seen in some time.... You realize, of course, this mode of dress has a distinct effect on the psyche of a young boy....Noticed a difference soon after we started dressing Tommy like this, he was a complete hellion two years ago.... elimination of regular television and popular modern music, Jamie has not ever seen a video or violent act on TV since.... I know enough others who would hire either boy that they could be employed full-time, actually..."

Chapter 4

... and on and on they went. We got so bored! Finally they came back and saw us wiggling. Thats when I noticed that Tommy sure was doing more than the "I'm bored" wiggle. Tommy was doing the "I'm about to pee" dance! Mommys hand flew to her mouth as she rushed over and snatched Tommys hand that wasn't holding his panicking, desperate little willy. Wanting to see how this would turn out, I scampered as fast as I could ahead of them down the hall to the 'water-closet' as Madam called it. Turning around once inside and peeking down the hall, I saw Tommy slam on the brakes, causing my Mom to turn to look, and as Tommy stood there knock-kneed and wide-eyed, his pee-pee let fly, making a visible squirt bubble out into a stain of darkness on his delicate, french-made hose. His fingers glistening in the spraying wet, he finally let go of his own personal little hose, as the dark-coloured runnels ran their way down his legs. My Mommy then saved the day, with Madam's help. They both bent down and smiled at Tommy, cooing to him as they did. "You tried, didn't you, Tommy?", one said, and he answered, "Yah... I weally did... but I had to go 'cuz of the car wide alweady, an' then you told us to sit quietly, so I didn't ask, an' I didn't know wut to do, an' I'm so sowwy!!"

But Mommy was having no tears from us today! She gave him a fast hug and tickled his tummy, thats what she did, and said, "Well, I've got fresh hose for you sweet-heart, and it's hardly your fault when I know you have a tiny baby-size bladder and never offered you to have a wee when we arrived!" And the Lady of the house added, "And besides, it's happend before company arrived, so no harm or foul, so no tears, give us a smile, you cutey" And she started to tickle his back and bum!

Well, that was it! Tommy collapsed on the floor in a fit of squealing giggles and drained his bladder empty. I joined in by tickling the wet spots of his legs, and thats when I knew that Mrs Rileyson was not going to be an evil lady at all! She scooped me up and off we went to the water-closet. Pulling my tights down to my ankles, she told me to pee, but I didnt have to. Tommy quickly came by and said he knew just what to do. He carefully held it with his finger and thumb an

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[> Subject: Kyles Punishment

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Date Posted: 11:34:06 12/26/21 Sun

Chapter 1 in Trouble Again

Kyle had once again got himself in trouble at school. He had been teasing an 8 year old girl in his class who due to a nervous complaint, had frequent wetting accidents. Kyles teasing had yet again caused her to wet herself in front of the class much to her embarrassment. Betty had earned herself the nickname “Betsy Wetsie” largely due to Kyles teasing.

“Kyle Mc Fearson, come here this instant” shouted Miss Morgan, Kyles teacher.

“This is the last time you shall tease poor Betty”

Kyle went to Miss Morgan who grabbed his ear and dragged him into the store room. He was told to remove his school shorts, underpants, socks and t-bar sandals. He reluctantly did as he was ordered and stood and faced the wall. Betty was asked to come in and was given her spare clothes to change into whilst Kyle stood half naked with his nose to the wall and his hands on his head.

Once Betty had changed into clean clothes she returned to the class.

“Put these on” ordered Miss Morgan.

Kyle was handed Betty's wet clothes.

“Please Miss I can't, I will be laughed at.” he cried.

“You should have thought of that before you tormented poor little Betty. You will find out just how bad she felt” replied Miss Morgan.

Kyle stepped into the navy panties that were still warm with Betty's accident. As he pulled them up around his waist he was aware of his stiffening member, a cause of confusion and embarrassment. He hoped that Miss Morgan had not noticed. He had to sit down to pull on the gray tights which he found difficult at first. He stood up to pull on Betty's pleated skirt and then went to retrieve his sandals.

“No Kyle you put these on” Miss Morgan said as she handed Kyle a pair of Mary-Janes from lost property.

In tears Kyle put on the girly Mary-Janes before being lead out to his class. He was met with howls of laughter and taunting which Miss Morgan did nothing to stop. After a while Miss Morgan quieted the class down and announced that for one month Kyle wold continue to dress as he was now dressed. He would have all bathroom privileges withdrawn. At this Kyle burst into tears much to the amusement of his so called best friend Markus who shouted'

“Look at sissy Kyle crying like a baby”

Kyle was told to apologize to Betty and take his seat. Reluctantly Kyle did as he asked and sat silently on his seat. The lesson continued on whilst Kyle tried to concentrate, aware of his new clothing. As the lesson continued he became aware of his growing need to pass water. Would he truly be denied the bathroom as Miss Morgan had told his class. The more he thought about it the more the pressure built.

Eventually Kyle had no choice, he put up his hand to ask for a bathroom pass.

“Yes Kyle” Miss Morgan asked.

Eventually Kyle felt the warm spreading in “His” panties and tights. Soon a fair sized puddle formed under his chair much to the amusement of the class and the utter humiliation of Kyle. The sissy was now wetting himself in his girly clothes.

“Have you finished going potty Kyle” asked Miss Morgan.

In tears Kyle nodded yes.

“Go get a mop and clean up your mess” ordered Miss Morgan.

Kyle stood up revealing his shameful accident even more to the class and was witnessed by the class mopping up his accident. Thankfully his school day was at an end and he could return home.

Miss Morgan called him to her desk and handed him a note for his mother. He asked if he could change into his shorts and socks before returning home. Miss Morgan handed him his shorts, socks and sandals in a sealed bag and was told not to open it until he got home and gave the note to his mother.

Horrified Kyle realized that he would have to not only travel home on the bus in girls uniform, but also in wet panties too. He was totally miserable as he travelled on the bus home. He ran home after getting off the bus to avoid getting beaten up by the local bullies.

He opened the front door to be greeted by a very angry mother...

Chapter 2 – Kyles New SISSY Life

When Kyles mother saw him dressed in his girls uniform and smelt the distinct odor of stale pee, she grabbed him by the ear and lead him up to his bedroom. He was told to pull down his tights and panties and bend over his desk. Once bent over the desk Kyle had to lift the back of his skirt up over his back whilst his mother went to get the paddle that was hung up above his bed.

Kyle knew what was coming and started to cry like a baby rather than the 9 year old boy he was supposed to be.

“Stop that crying young man, you have brought this on yourself. You have embarrassed me and the family and I will make sure this never happens again!” shouted his mother.12 12

She proceeded to spank Kyles exposed butt. As he whaled in pain his younger sister, 6 year old Dorothy appeared at the door. She was shocked to see her brother dressed in girls clothes and giggled until she got the look from her mother.

After 12 spanks with his paddle, Kyle was told to pull up his panties and tights and come downstairs. He slowly pulled up his damp panties and tights and lowered his skirt before joining his mother and giggling sister downstairs.

“Drink this Kyle” his mother said handing him a large glass of soda.

Kyle took the soda and drank it as instructed. He was handed a further 2 glasses to drink whilst his sister drank her small glass of soda.

“We need to go shopping for clothes for Kyle” said his mother to his sister.

Kyle knew all too well not to say anything and was told to take hold of her hand whilst they went into town for new clothes. The trip on the bus was a nightmare. He felt the eyes of everyone staring at him and saw many kids sniggering and whispering to each other.

He was relieved to get off the bus. Once again he had to take the hand of his mother like a toddler whilst his sister skipped ahead of them. The first shop they called at was the local uniform shop. He couldn't stop his tears as his mother measured pleated skirts against him.

He was shocked when he saw his best friends older sister coming towards them.

“Hello Mrs Mc Fearson, can I help you?” she said to Kyles mother.

“Yes Anne, Kyle needs a new wardrobe” replied his mother.

Smiling at Kyle Anne said “Oh yes my brother told me about what happened at school, I will be happy to help.”

Soon a pile of pleated skirts, girls school panties, tights, frilly socks, games leotards and skirts, blouses and cardigans lay on the counter. Anne made out the bill and charged it to Mrs Mc Fearson's account.

Kyle was told to thank Anne for her help.

“Thank you” replied Kyle reluctantly.

“What for sweetie” replied Anne with a smile.

“Tell her Kyle” his mother said.

“For helping me with my new clothes.” whimpered Kyle.

“For your girls clothes” sniggered Dorothy.

Kyle was lead out of the store by his mother. Again he was forced to hold his mother's hand. As they traveled to the next shop he could feel pressure in his bladder from the sodas he was made to drink earlier. He started to hold his crotch as best he could with his free hand. Noticing his mother slapped his hand away from his crotch.

“Stop that. Young ladies don't do that” his mother shouted.

He was lead into the barbers and after enduring taunts from the barber had a short back and sides haircut to emphasize that he was a boy, a little boy in a skirt. The humiliation was becoming unbearable. What else was he going to have to go through.

After leaving the barbers he was lead into the pharmacy and told to take a seat. Sullenly he took a seat and tried to take his mind off his growing need for the bathroom.

“I need diapers for my son here” announce Kyles mother.

“Mommy noo...please” cried Kyle.

“If you can't keep your panties dry you need diapers Kyle” replied his mother.

At this Kyle felt his bladder give way. In tears Kyle felt warm pee soak his panties under him and dribble down his tights. Soon a puddle formed under his seats. Kyle buried his face in his hands in utter embarrassment.

“Shame on you Kyle, how dare you embarrass me like this.”

“I see what you mean Mrs Mc Fearson, I will get some cloths to mop up his accident” said the assistant.

She went away returning with the clothes. She was told to give them to Kyle to clean up the mess he had made. Kyle proceeded to wipe up his pee pee. After cleaning up he was told to remove his skirt, tights and panties and put them in a plastic bag that was supplied by the assistant. The look on his mothers face told him not to argue. Slowly Kyle removed his skirt, tights and panties and put them in the bag.

After some discussion it was decided that cloth diapers were best. Kyle meanwhile stood in the pharmacy half naked whilst onlookers stared at his small hairless pen-is. Soon he was told to lay down to be fitted into one of his new diapers.

“We only have pink plastic panties in his size I'm sorry” said the assistant.

“That's ok, pink WILL be his favorite color, won't it Kyle” replied his mother.

Tearfully Kyle nodded in agreement whilst he was put into a cloth diaper. He then had to stand and step into the pink plastic panties. After paying for the purchases Kyle was lead outside in just his diaper and plastic panties. He couldn't bear to look up at anyone as he was lead to the next shop, Bosleys shoe shop.

Chapter 3 - Bosley's

Kyle was relieved to arrive so he could escape the embarrassing stares of people. He took a seat and tried to cover up his diaper. Much to his relief he was handed one of HIS school skirts to put on thus hiding his diaper.

As he sat there, his mother announced to the assistant “I need a pair of school shoes for my on here”
The assistant looked at Kyle and then at his mother.

“Sandals or girls Mary-Janes” she asked quietly.

“Well as my son is dressed like a girl I suggest the girls shoes” said his mother loudly, casing Kyle to try and hide himself even more.

The assistant went away after measuring Kyles feet.

Kyles mother sat beside him and stroked his short hair. She straightened his skirt and whispered in his ear.

“You have brought this on yourself. I have had enough of your macho naughtiness. You will be my sissy son for some time”

Soon the assistant returned with a pair of patent black Mary-janes. Reluctantly Kyle was helped into them by the grinning assistant. Kyle was then told to walk up and down to model his shoes off. He was then told to bend down and feel his toes. Tearfully Kyle did as he was told.

As he was getting up he noticed a pair of legs clad in white tights and patent Mary-Janes with gold buckles on the side. As he lifted his head he saw the legs belonged not to a girl but a boy dressed in blue velvet shorts, velvet bolero jacket under which the boy was wearing a very lacy blouse. Kyle also noticed the distinct bulge of a diaper.

As kyle looked at the boy, he recognized him as Toby a boy from his school. Toby was a bit of a loner and known to be a sissy because of his effeminate manner and his tendency to play with girls mostly. It was rumored he also did ballet.

“Hi there, Kyle isn't it” Toby said.

“Er yes” Kyle responded.

“I'm getting new shoes too. Mommy is buying them for my birthday, along with this smashing new suit, what do you thing.” said Toby swinging his hips to show off his sissy suit.

“Ok I guess” replied Kyle.

At this Kyles mother came over.

“Who's this Kyle darling?” she asked.

“I'm Toby.” Toby replied stretching out his hand to shake Mrs Mc Fearson's hand.

“My what a gentleman, and what a nice outfit you are wearing” Kyles mother replied.

“Yes mommy likes to dress me nicely and I like to please my mommy by being a smart and good little boy” replied Toby.

'What a little sissy' thought Kyle.

Soon they were joined by Toby's mother, Ms Grayson. The mothers talked for a while and Toby and Kyle sat down together. Toby tried to make conversation but Kyle wasn't in the mood to talk. Soon the mothers returned and announced that they were going to Toby's house for play and dinner.
After paing for Klyles new shoes they left Bosley's and got on a bus to Toby's house. Kyle tried to make himself invisible as people noticed him and Toby. Toby kept feelingnthe leg of his shorts telling Kyle how wonderful velvet feels.

Thankfully they soon arived at the stop next to Toby's house and got off the bus and walked to Toby's house. When inside Toby lead Kyle to his bedroom to play. Kyle could not believe what he saw before him. Toby's room was just like a baby's nursery, he even had a large crib. Teddy bears and other cuddly toys were every where along with a number of dolls. Posters of ballet dancers also adorned the walls. There was a large changing table along one of the walls along with a large flat sreen tv and xbox.

“What do you think of my room” Toby asked.

“It's a baby's room” shouted Kyle.

“It's a nice room and I like it. Mommy says it's a special boys room and I'm her special boy” replied Toby almost in tears.

Kyle feeling guilty for upsetting Toby apologized and said they should play on Toby's Xbox.
Toby agreed and loaded up a game. Horrified the game was Care Bears amazing adventure. Kyle asked if Toby had any “real” games like Halo.

“Mommy says they are too violent” replied Toby.

Reluctantly Kyle proceeded to play the baby's game on the Xbox as the alternative was playing dollies.

As they played Toby's mommy arrived and handed them baby's bottles filled with soda. Toby eagerly took his bottle and proceeded to suc-k on the bottle. Kyle was not as keen, but fearing how his mother would be he took it and like a good sissy drank from it.

Kyle asked Toby not to tell anyone at school about how he was dressed and the baby stuff. Toby agreed as long as Kyle was his friend. Kyle reluctantly agreed.

Soon Kyle needed to pee and asked where the bathroom was. Toby said that the bathroom was only for his mommy and sister and that boys had to use their diapers. Reluctantly Kyle peed into his diaper as Toby took his turn on the Xbox.

“I need my diaper changing, do you Kyle” asked Toby.

Kyle shook his head yes. At this Toby went off and returned holding his younger sisters hand.

“Jessica will change us” said Toby

“No, I can't” cried Kyle.

“She needs to practice and mommy says we have to” replied Toby.

Kyle had to agree to this torment and agreed to have 6 year old Jessica change him. Toby was the first to climb up onto the changing table. Jessica pulled down Toby's shorts and tights revealing bright pink ruffled plastic panties which were removed revealing a yellowed soggy cloth diaper. She removed the diaper pins and diaper and cleaned Toby's privates causing Toby to get erect. Soon he was put into a new cloth diaper and redressed.

Next Kyle nervously climbed onto the changing table. His skirt was lifted up around his mid section, his plastic pants pulled down and diaper removed. He too was cleaned and tried supress his erection. He was tearfully embarrassed but Jessica just put him in a cloth diaper as if it was nothing.

After being redressed Kyle and Toby followed Jessica downstairs for dinner. Both Kyle and Toby were put into pink bibs and then given their dinner in Winnie the Pooh bowls. Their food had been chopped into bite sized chunks and they were handed plastic spoons to eat with. Jessica on the other hand had a proper plate with a knife and fork to eat with.

After dinner it was announced that Kyle would be stopping for a sleepover with Toby. Despite pleading with his mother.

Chapter 4 - Sleepover

When it was time for bed, which in Toby's case was 7pm, both kyle and Toby were lead upstairs to the family bathroom. Jessica was preparing a sweet smelling bubble bath for the two boys. Jessica helped both Kyle and Toby remove their clothes and their sodden diapers. Then jessica told them both to get in the bath. Kyle looked confused, but knew not to question it.

He climbed into the bath with an excitable Toby who proceeded to play with the bath toys like a toddler. Kyle sat there bemused until Toby handed him a mermaid to “play” with. Reluctantly he started to play with his mermaids hair.

Soon Toby reached over and proceeded to wash Kyle watched by Toby's mom and Jessica. Kyle was not at all keen on Toby's advances. Soon Toby was satisfied with Kyles cleanliness. Toby announced that it was Kyles turn to wash him. Kyle reluctantly lathered up Toby and proceeded to wash him all over even Toby's dinky which at Toby's insistence he reluctantly washed.

Soon oth boys were lifted out of the bath and dried all over by Jessica and Toby's mom. They were the powdered with Johnson's baby powder (only the best...Ed). Smelling like a couple of newly washed babies they were lead downstairs into the lounge to have supper. Kyle was very conscious of his naked state, particularly when Mrs Mc Fearson started taking photos “for the family album”.

Thankfully the “photo shoot” was soon over and it was time to get dressed. Jessica had Kyle lay down on a large bath towel and proceeded to put him in 3 cloth diapers that were pinned around his waist tightly. His legs were lifted so that a pair of pink ruffled plastic panties were put on over his diapers. His feet were put into pink night socks with lace tops. He stood up and was helped into pink towelling shorts with gathered leg holes. A matching pink towelling top with a yellow bunny motif on the pocket. His hands were put into wool mittens and he was handed a baby bottle of chocolate milk to drink. Toby was dressed in a matching outfit only his was yellow with a pink bunny motif.

The boys were lead up to Toby's room and helped into Toby's crib which had the noisiest plastic mattress protector on under the pink fleece sheets. They were read a bed time story by Jessica who then kissed the boys goodnite.

For Kyle it all was too much and he began to cry. Toby cuddled him close and stroked his hair whispering “It's ok now. You are special like me. Our mommies love us and I love you too. There there.

Kyle could not believe what had happened to him. One minute he had been a macho well respected bully of his school and now he was sharing a crib with a sissy baby who no one would talk to and avoided like the plague.
As he continued to cry and be comforted by Toby he started to feel different somehow. He started to feel warm inside. He felt somehow calm and had a fuzzy feeling inside. As he calmed down he felt his eyes getting heavy and soon sleep took over.

As both boys slept their diapers became warm as they happily wet their diapers. Both safe and secure in the knowledge that was what their diapers were .

At around 7 am Kyle was the first to wake. It took him a while to work out where he was. He was accutely aware that his diaper was wet. He was also aware that he needed to empty his bowels. As he strggled with his need Toby woke and kissed Kyle on the cheek. Taken aback Kyle sat up sharply.

“What's a matter Kylee” asked Toby.

“ I need to poop” replied Kyle, not noticing the femenine name toby had used.

“Do poo poo in your diapee” replied Toby.

“I can't” replied Kyle.

“I will show you” said Toby.

Toby sat up into a crouched position and proceeded to push poop into his sodden diaper. Satisfied with his accomplishment Toby told Kyle to try. Kyle proceeded to crouch and pushed. He was surprised how soon his diaper was being filled with poop. Toby clapped excitedly and told him how well he had done.

“Yes, Kyle well done”

Kyle turned to see Jessica standing at the doorway clapping with a smirk on her face. She asked if both boys had finished their poopies. Toby smiling confirmed he had and Kyle after prompting shook his head yes.

Both boys were lead downstairs to have breakfast sitting in their poopie diapers. After breakfast the boys were lead upstairs to be bathed and readied for the day. Jessica announced that they would be dropped off at ballet class whilst she and Mrs Mc Ferson would go shopping.

Chapter 5 - Ballet Class

Jessica took off both boys dirty diapers and dumped into the diaper pail in Toby's room. She then bathed them both in a lavender bubble bath. Once they were clean and smelling nice they were dried powdered and taken into Toby's room to be readied for ballet class.

First the boys were helped into Princess pullups. They were then helped into pink tights and a pink leotard with attached chiffon skirt. They wore lace ankles and Mary-Janes whilst being taken to the ballet class.

Jessica took both boys downstairs to Mrs Mc Ferson. “Oh don't you two look adorable”

Kyle was a bit taken aback being called adorable. Not a term he was used to, but he also liked it. Toby hugged Kyle and said “Your my best boyfriend”

Kyle started to cry as he was not used to being loved so much.

Soon it was time to set off to ballet class, so both boys held hands and skipped in front of Jessica on the way to their class. Kyle was still a little self conscious of his appearance out in public, but skipped with Toby. They got plenty of oohs and ahhs from passer byes aswell as teasing from other neighborhood boys.

Non too soon they arrived at the local ballet school and entered quickly. They went into the “boys” changing room and changed into ballet slippers and then sat together and waited for class to start.

As they waited Kyle was surprised to see a boy he knew all too well enter the room. It was Billy, the school bully. Only he was dressed in a sailor suit. It was white with white shorts under which he was wearing white tights with shiny patent Mary-Janes on his feet.

When Billy saw Kyle he went white as a sheet. He came over to Kyle and with a tear in his eye, pleaded with Kyle not to tell anyone at school. Kyle promised as long as Billy promised to protect him at school. Billy agreed and went over to his mom to get changed. As Kyle watched in amazement, Billy's mom removed his shorts and tights revealing that he was wearing girls ruffled panties. When Billy looked at Kyle, Kyle just smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Billy was then helped into Princess pullups, pink tights and pink leotard like Toby and kyle.

As Billy was changed two twin boys entered the room. Both were dressed I short kilts, white tights worn under white ruffled panties. They also had the laciest blouses Kyle had ever seen. They were helped to change. Both boys were diapered so their leotard and tights displayed a distinct bulge.

Once ready all the boys went to join the girls to start ballet class. Kyle soon picket up the basics and found he enjoyed the music and dancing to it. Billy was very good at the dancing and was very graceful. The girls loved seeing the sissy boys dancing and at the end of class they all curtsied and thanked their dance teacher. Toby had to show Kyle how to curtsy.

After changing back into their outdoor clothes Kyle and Toby were invited over to Billy's house for a sleepover the following week. The twins were also invited. Apparently it was going to be Billy's 10th birthday. Jessica said it was ok and that she would take the boys shopping for presents for him.

After leaving the ballet school they joined Ma Grayson to go shopping. Kyle chose some tights and new panties for Billy. The pack of panties were princess days of the week panties and the tights were delicate white ones. Toby got Billy a new pair of of blue satin shorts with matching jacket saying it would go nice with Kyles present.

They returned to Tobys home were Kyles mommy was waiting. Kyle did something he had not done in years. He ran to her and gave her the biggest hug with tears in his eyes. He said that he was sorry he had been mean to the girl in school and that he had been such a brat.

It was a special moment for them both as they returned home. Kyle loved his mommy and loved the attention he was now receiving.

MORE TO COME SOON....The Mod

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Foremost authorities in New York agree with this Magazine's prophecy --Origin "at the top of the trade" assures a lasting fashion--Now ten percent of demand in exclusive shops--Buyers for them because boys want them--Economy in cost as important as greater comfort--Progressive departments will secure a supply promptly.

THE prediction in the January Boys' Outfitter that skirts, are the coming thing was received with genuine interest throughout the trade. There was a feeling akin to satisfaction that the tiresome sameness which has characterized all clothing for boys from ten to fifteen years of age was at last going to be ended, that something had happened to dispute the sway of a free-flowing pleated skirt.

Plenty of evidence has come to hand since last month to substantiate the wisdom of the prophesy. The exclusive shops, where the demand for skirts has never ceased. The tide has turned in favor of the change from trousers to skirts. At first mothers made the decisions in this change, and then once the fashion caught on, boys themselves began to prefer wearing skirts and dresses over trousers.

How the Mode Develops

How this works out in practice is frequently seen. For instance when the photos of children of the upper class appear in the daily newspapers, they are scanned with avidity by mothers of some means and the skirts and dresses depicted are copied for their boys. In the course of time they reach the ready-mades. Then when they become very "popular" the clientele of the exclusive shops drops them. On the other hand. let something originate in the popular lines and it runs like wildfire for, say, three months or so, and then it goes out, smothered by its own success, unless in it contains something of real value, in which case that thing endures.

All of which, by the way, is meant to emphasize that skirts are running true to the accepted form. Everything is auspicious to boyish favor from a fashion viewpoint, but there are other considerations in its favor. The economy in material and manufacturing cost ought to be an inducement at the present time of soaring prices and scarcity of goods. Skirts require about four inches less material the leg of a pair of trousers, making a saving in width as well as length. Skirts are free-flowing, and less constrictive than either trousers.

Fashion Students for Them

Opinions have been sought by The Boys' Outfitter from some of the leading authorities in our field, those in a position to know something about the trend of fashions, and they are in agreement as to the emergence of both skirts and dresses since the genderquake.

Mr. Charles J. Dunn, buyer of men's and boy's departments Danesford department store, is one of the advocates of the new style. He has predicted that it is about due. Mr. Dunn visited Europe several months ago and from what he observed there is the growing demand for skirts and dresses, now that trousers have fallen into disfavour.
There is a growing demand for pretty dresses and petticoats in a number of fabrics. As a merchandising man for this big corporation he has every opportunity to keep in touch with style tendencies and his word carries much weight.

Mr. Isaac Zerger, advertising manager for The Preston Grange company, who for seventeen years was editor of THE JUNIOR DRESSER, the authority on men's and boy’s fashions, and who has ever been a close student of men's and boys' dress, declared that he is convinced boys have, since the genderquake, have become more fashion conscious than ever since they swapped their trousers in favour of skirts in much the same way as girls were when they wore dresses. Mr. Zerger is peculiarly well fitted to speak on this subject, for he has been a leader in the Boy Scouts and other juvenile movements, but what is still more important he was a member of the national committee of the Boy Scouts that have now adopted a skirt orientated uniform.

It is significant that the choice was for skirts as giving the maximum of freedom for active boyhood. For play, they cannot be outclassed, and many stores carry a complete stock of these straight skirts in white and khaki. When boys want to enjoy solid comfort in their bifurcated garments, say when they go camping, the verdict is always unanimously in favor of skirts

Will Take Time to Revive Them

Mr. C. W. Dover, buyer for Theakstons department store is another advocate of skirts. “There are lots to be said in their favour of them it was not an easy thing to supplant trousers with skirts, for I believe it took sometime to do it. At first, boys didn't like to make a change, but eventually they began to accept that the days when they wore what is now termed those horrible trousers were consigned to history. Skirts are simple, they not only allow more freedom to the boy wearing them, a boy suits a skirt better than he does trousers.

"We have never wholly given up pants, we still carry them, but the trend is now for skirted woolen suits from six to twelve years, rather than tuxedo suits" said Mr. Dover, who sent an assistant to bring one of these suits. It proved to be a blue tweed suit, he says, “It is a traditional suit that has been restyled to accommodate the fashion trends of young boys who will wear it. We had thought about fully lining the skirt as tweed can be an itchy fabric, but we decided it should be worn with a half-slip instead.” He further said that more of the skirted suits were coming in from England. There is always a demand for them at Harrods and I’m sure boys will be too keen to follow the English style of dress, and in all likelihood this demand will be greatly accelerated now, since the showing of the remake of Boys Will be Boys, where they can be seen going to church in their Sunday best tweed suit.

Mr. Harold Sneed, in charge of the boys' clothing department at Donald and Donald's in. New York, said there has always been a steady demand for skirts for their exclusive clientele. At present it amounts to about ten per cent of the whole, which would indicate that there are a considerable number of boys of the wealthy class who go to boarding schools where they wear expensive plaid skirts as part of their uniform. The skirts at Donald and Donald's are looked upon as an important part of the business and Mr. Sneed pointed to a figure atop one of the show cases which might have been a duplicate of the fashion figure shown in these pages last month; the suit was a blue-grey mixture and with it went turned-down hose.

Mr. J. T. Hopgood, boys' clothing manager at Branif de Veld Company, New York, reported that their business in skirts also constituted about ten per cent of the whole volume of boyswear. This is another of the very exclusive shops that specializes as "outfitters to young people. The skirts have their good points,” declared Mr. Hopgood. "There has always been a continuous demand for them.”

At Doxford’s and some of the other high-class metropolitan department stores, the same report was secured from the buyers. All these stores are selling straight skirts and other skirted suits for boys up to ten years of age. Every store, however finds itself confronted with the problem of supplying skirts for those mothers and their sons who like this style and who will take their patronage elsewhere if they cannot be suited.

Foreign Visitors Demand Them

It seems as if many of the stores were overlooking wonderful opportunity by not catering to and developing this trade. Families coming to America from England and France or other continental European countries always want their boys to be outfitted with skirts and dresses.

The Boys' Outfitter 2016

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Billy Thurston sat astride the wooden rocking horse his mom had bought for him last Christmas. "Mommy, it’s the bestest, best Christmas present I’ve ever had." He said, giving her a great big hug.

The fresh-faced Billy was sixteen, Yet he acted more like a boy of five, since his mother had bought him the rocking horse. No one could understand why he had gone through some strange age regression, nor could they understand his predisposition for wearing such childish sissy clothing. Only one person knew that and she was his mother who felt an irresistible urge to buy them.

Of course normal schooling was out of the question, so his mommy had him home schooled by hiring a tutor by the name of Mrs Ewing. Billy’s teacher at Boreletti High School was Mr Jeff Hunter. He was very fond of Billy and called at his home occasionally to see how he was getting on. The last time Billy was in class, Mr Hunter was standing at his desk when he saw a pool of liquid under Billy’s desk. He had wet himself, it was here he began to realize what it was he couldn’t put his finger on. His own son Tom was like Billy in many ways. He too had began to wet his pants and like Billy, Tom had also began to exhibit certain feminine traits. Stranger still, Tom was alright until Mr Hunter bought him a rocking horse.

When Mr Hunter confided in a colleague about the change in Tom, she advised him to take him to see the family physician who referred him to Miss Jean Walton, a child psychologist.

oOo

“You see Mr Hunter, you’re not the first father I’ve had in here with the same symptoms as Tom. It would appear there are others very much like him and I dare say there are much more, this is only the tip of the iceberg.

“Indeed Tom’s case was one of many Miss Walton had seen that had similarities to his. She asked Mr Hunter a lot of questions, such as what he was like before he noticed the change in him. Then she asked him about his academic ability and learned how much his grades had slipped so rapidly.

“I need to carry out two tests on Tom, one of which is of a delicate nature. Do you give your consent to these tests?” Mr Hunter nodded.

Miss Walton proceeded with the first test, which was to test his IQ.

At the end of the test, Miss Walton told Mr Hunter that Tom’s test had revealed he now had the mental age of a three-year-old. Mr Hunter couldn’t believe it, Tom was in his mid-teens, how on earth could his mind have regressed to that of a toddler. A few months ago he was getting good grades. Straight As in the core subjects of math, English and geography amongst others. No wonder he was now doing so badly at school.

“Now to the second test, which as I said is very delicate.”

A nurse by the name of Mary Elliot came in and took Tom into another room. Through a two-way mirror in Miss Walton’s room she and Mr Hunter observed Mary as she took off all of Tom’s clothing. Then she took him to a screen, which she pulled to one side to reveal a boy mannequin wearing a pair white frilly ankle socks and a pair of blue Mary Jane shoes. The mannequin also wore a pink satin frilly frock with a sash attached to it, which was tied in a bow at the back. Mary went over to it and lifted the skirt of the frock to reveal a couple of silk taffeta petticoats and under these were a pair of pink silk panties.

As soon as Tom saw the dress and the mannequin wearing it, his member rapidly rose from vertical to horizontal. “I want it, I want it,” he cried out, “I want to wear it.”

“What about these?” asked Mary.

She pulled back another screen. Here Tom saw another mannequin wearing a school uniform of blouse, plaid skirt, a pair of knee-length socks and a pair of black shoes. “Wouldn’t you like to wear these instead?”

When Tom saw the items, his member began to droop.

“NO,” he shouted while jumping up and down, “I want to wear the frock, I want the frock, it’s so frilly and girly, please can I wear it?”

Mary told Tom he could wear the pink frilly frock, provided she could give him a spanking.

“Oh yes, please give me a spanking, I want a spanking and I want to wear that frock, I’ll do anything to wear it, anything.”

Mary took Tom by the arm and led him to a chair, which she’d placed directly in front of the mannequin wearing the frock he so badly wanted to wear – she sat down and then he told Tom to lie face down across her lap facing the mannequin.

Tom had often been spanked by his father, but the spanking he received from him was nothing compared with the one he was getting from Mary.

“Wibble-wobble-wibble-wobble, jelly on a plate,” sang Mary as she brought her hand down on the buttocks of Tom’s pert little bottom. The more Mary’s hand came down on them, the more rosy this bottom’s cheeks were becoming. By the end of Tom’s spanking they looked decidedly cherry red.

Miss Walton pressed a button on the intercom.

“Thank you nurse, we’ve seen enough. Would you be so good enough has to have Tom redressed, I would like to have a word with his father before he joins us.”

“What about the frock, Miss Walton?”

Just put him in the clothes he came in, will you nurse?”

Mary let the wailing Tom off his knee, and then she proceeded to dress him. Sobbing, Tom said, “you told me I could wear the frock after I’d been spanked.”

“I lied,” said Mary grinning as she finished dressing him.

Tom then had a tantrum, he shouted and shouted while stamping his left foot heavily on the floor.

Grabbing him by the arm, Mary took him back to the chair and gave him another spanking.

"There," said Miss Walton, we now know Tom's a sissy."

"How can you discern that?"

"it's easy Mr Hunter you saw how he reacted to the clothing stimuli. He got real excited when he saw the first mannequin wearing the frilly dress, yet he lost all his excitement when he saw the one wearing the school uniform. You see Mr Hunter sissies just love anything frilly like that dress."

Miss Walton told him, that over the last few months she had seen countless numbers of boys like Tom and she felt she would see many more.

“You see Mr Hunter, there seems to be a pandemic amongst certain boys like Tom, all exhibiting the same kind of traits as him. They too had begun to do badly at school and had similar wetting problems to what Tom now has. Their IQ tests showed their mental age had regressed in years to that of a child of about three-years-old, I needed to know if Tom is a sissy. What you and I saw confirmed to me that he’s a sissy. Very much like all the other boys I’ve seen recently.

“You should now start to treat Tom not as your son, but as your sissy son. It’ll be better for him in the long run, he could never go back to being the boy he once was. You should think of getting rid of all his boy clothes– replace these with clothes more befitting a girl of about three years, no let’s be generous, let’s make that six. Sissies prefer to wear clothes that are silky and very, very frilly so get him clothes of this type.

“You must also think about the disposing of his boyhood possessions. Try to cultivate an interest in him for stuffed animals. You should also think about converting his bedroom into a nursery, with a crib rather than a bed. But more importantly – as he’s started to wet himself more frequently – then having him in dresses will make it easier for you to change his diaper. That reminds me don’t forget to buy him a pacifier when you go shopping for his diapers

“One final point, at some time ask Tom what he feels when he’s wearing his girlie clothes. All sissies get a kind of thrill when they start to wear frilly girly clothes for the first time. He’s bound to want to play with himself, so I would recommend that you put mittens on his hands to prevent this.”

A week after their visit to Miss Walton, Mr Hunter saw his now be-frocked sissy son sitting somewhat crestfallen on his beloved rocking horse, in what was now his nursery. His childish mind trying to comprehend why he’d been rapidly changed from a boy of sixteen to that of a six-year-old girl. Pulling back the skirt of his silken frock he could see the plastic pants under which was the diaper he was wearing.

“How pathetic you look my dearest silly sissy Tom, said his father whom Tom now called him daddy, looking into his lovely blue eyes, Tom looked so happy as he rocked to-and-fro on the horse. On it was a dispenser of pacifier wipes together with his pacifier. Taking a wipe from the dispenser Mr Hunter gave the pacifier a wipe.

“Open wide.” Tom did as he was told. He began sucking on the pacifier as soon as the pink teat was between his teeth.

“You know Tom I can’t keep on calling you Tom, now that I know you’re a sissy. Now what can I call you? I know, I’ll call you Bonny, Bonny Hunter, I like that. Bonny you don’t know how girlie you look in your silky things, maybe I should buy you a wig and some ribbons to put on it.”

A torrent tears began to flow down Bonny’s cheeks. Out of the corner of his mouth Mr Hunter saw he was beginning to drool. He went to a drawer for a bib to protect the bodice of his shimmering satin frock from the slaver now dribbling down his chin. He then took the pacifier out of Bonny’s mouth and gave it another wipe and then reinserted it into his mouth.

“Tell me Bonny, when you look at yourself in the mirror, do you get a funny feeling in your member. He nodded. Do you like those feelings Bonny and do they give you a thrill? Again he nodded. Mr Hunter clapped his hands with delight. “Oh Bonny! You are a sissy after all.”

He could hardly contain his excitement, and felt the need to speak to Miss Walton.

“Tommy’s, I mean Bonny as I now call him is a sissy, Bonny’s a sissy, Bonny’s a sissy, I have a sissy son,” he told Miss Walton.

“Oh I am pleased,” said Miss Walton at the other end of the telephone, “you sound very pleased.”

“I am, I always wanted a daughter, I never in my wildest dreams did I expect to have a sissy son.” You see Angela my wife died during childbirth, so did her newly born daughter.”

“It’s very strange Mr Hunter, nobody in my profession seems to know how it this pandemic started, at first it was confined to this area, now it seems to have spread nationwide. I’ve even heard of cases popping up in England and the rest of Europe if not the world. What’s more intriguing is, it only affects adolescent boys over sixteen.”

oOo

One night Mr Hunter heard a voice coming from the nursery. He went to it and found Bonny sitting on the rocking horse, while talking to it.

“This is your last ride Bonny, I’ll be leaving soon, and when you get off I don’t want any tears, all I ask is for you to be a good little sissy boy for your daddy, will you promise me that?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Now get off and stand back as my time has come for me to go.”

“But why, and where are you going?” Bonny wanted to know.

“Why back to the shop where your daddy bought me, my job here is done. Like countless other daddies and mommies, all of them got what they really wanted, a real living sissy son.”

Tears began to flow down Bonny’s cheeks.

“There'll be none of that, I wont have it,” said the horse. “Now give me a big smile.” Bonny sniffed and then he gave the horse the widest smile he could make.

The horse whinnied and then disappeared right in front of Bonny and his father.

Like Bonny, Mr Hunter felt a lump come into his throat, both stood there hugging each other, looking at an empty space in the bedroom where the horse had once stood and rocked. Bonny bent down and retrieved the dispenser of pacifier wipes from the floor, then he picked up his pacifier and gave it to his daddy. He wiped it. As soon as it was in his mouth Bonny began sucking on the teat.

Bonny slept with his daddy that night, his dreams were wooden equine ones. Next morning he awoke with a wet diaper, which his daddy changed for him. In the days to come Bonny began to forget about the horse, but not the fact that he was still a sissy boy.

oOo

One fine day a lady by the name of Gwen Owen gravitated towards the toyshop on the High Street. In the window she saw a rocking horse. Telepathically, it began talking to her and said, “Go on, buy me for your son, you know you want to.”

Robert was over the moon with it. The moment he sat on the horse, he began to have the funniest feeling he had ever had. He thought of girlie things and how much he desperately wanted to wear a frock. Not any frock, but a nice silky frock that his friend Michael had started to wear. He too had been given a rocking horse by his mommy.

As he was rocking on the horse, it began to speak to him.

“Hello Robert, my name is Hansel, I was captured along with my sister Gretel by an evil toymaker witch who turned me into a rocking horse, then she cast a spell on me and said any boy that ever sat on me would be turned into a sissy. It was your friend Michael who told me about you. He asked if I would make you a sissy too, so he would have a sissy to play with.

“I couldn’t refuse, you see Robert, you have already started on your journey to becoming a sissy. Some of the spell has rubbed off on your mommy who bought me, she doesn’t know it yet, but one day, she’s going to be very happy she now has a sissy son.”

As Robert was rocking away on his horse, he felt a dampness in his jeans. He observed how the warm urine was beginning to create a stain around their fly.

“Mommy,” he cried out. “I've wet myself.”

By the time she had rushed upstairs, the stain on Robert’s jeans had grown. She told him to take them off as well as his underpants. Next she looked in a drawer and found a very large towel, which would do as a makeshift diaper and then she put Robert into it.

Robert looked at his mommy with a crestfallen face, “sorry mommy.” He said sucking his thumb.

“It’s all right sweet pie.” said his mommy hugging him. “I haven’t changed you since you were a baby and look at you now in a makeshift diaper. The only thing that hasn’t changed is your physical age, you’re nearly seventeen and yet you have the mental age of a five year old.”

“Mommy you know Michael’s started to wear frocks, will you get me one to?”

“What’s brought this on?”

So Robert told her the story and of the conversation he had, had with the horse.

“You and your imagination.”

“It’s true,” said a voice in the head of Robert’s mother. It was the horse, talking to her

“Go on Mrs Owen, you know you really want to buy a nice frock for Robert, one with many frills. You’ll regret it if you don’t – by the way while you’re at it – you had better buy him some diapers – baby wipes – a pacifier and a bib as he’s going to need them.

Robert (Katie) and Michael (Brookie) grew up to be very happy sissy boys, their mommies were also very happy. But what about the horse. Well he wasn’t the only one. The toymaker witch who had caught many boys turned them into rocking horses. Each of which had a task to perform and very soon, every boy over the age of sixteen who had been given a rocking horse no matter where in the world he lived, had been turned into a sissy.

The End

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