Sissy Room

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A progress report... Well I had chocolate for lunch.  The I decided to go for a walk along the river and through the woods.  First thing was to have a shower and change myself.  I went for the 2-year-old in an adult shell look. A Tykables Pupper with an extra soaker.  I decided not to risk cloth this time, in case of chafing.  A pair of decades-old DPF plastic pants with teddies holding bunches of balloons all over them. A blue teddy T-shirt, and the full-length onesie I had on earlier.  And then I added my leather baby harness (without the reins).  It's got bells on it, but they're quiet under another layer.  My choo-choo train dummy and ribbon clipped to my T-shirt.  Then I covered it all up with a long Gore-tex jacket and walking boots.  I put a load of cloth nappies in the wash and headed out. I'd made the decision to leave my specs at home.  I rarely do this, but the blurred vision can help my get into little space. It seems to have worked this time. It's a lovely day here, but there weren't many people about.  I wandered along the riverbank with a childish smile on my face, without having to make any effort at all.  Once I reached woodland there was nobody about to my dummy found it way into my mouth and stayed there for about half the 5-mile walk.  I was a happy bunny.  I could see my surroundings, but couldn't really focus properly on anything, so I was in my own little world in more than one sense.  I'm going to leave my specs at home more in future.  As I neared home my chest started to hurt a bit, but I was expecting that and it wasn't too bad.  I got home a bit weary but still smiling.  And wet, of course. I never get home from a walk with my nappy dry. So now I'm typing this up, with a bottle of milk by me.  My nappies are washed, half of them are in the tumble-dryer and the other half are on the line waiting for space in the dryer.  I think some rice pudding is in order next...

18)     Laura As the door opened, Jenny once again stood there looking stunning. Lana handed over my changing bag and told me to behave myself. After she had left, I couldn’t wait to spend another day with Jenny. ‘How are you today?’ Jenny asked. ‘I’m great thanks’, I replied, ‘how are you?’ ‘Yeah, I can’t complain’, she grinned. ‘I really enjoyed yesterday’, I admitted. ‘Aw, me too’, smiled Jenny, ‘you were such a good boy for me’. I started to feel all fuzzy and giddy again. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I figured that Lana had forgotten something. However, when Jenny answered the door, it wasn’t Lana. It was a tall, brunette girl with green eyes. Jenny and the mysterious person gave each other a hug before walking inside. ‘Tommy, this is my best friend, Laura’, explained Jenny. ‘Erm hi’, I said awkwardly. ‘Hey, it’s nice to meet you’, Laura smiled. ‘I hope you don’t mind Tommy, but I had made plans last week to meet up with Laura today’, said Jenny, ‘obviously I couldn’t go when I agreed to babysit you and so I thought I’d invite her over instead’. ‘Oh yeah, that’s fine’, I lied. Deep down, I was frustrated. I had wanted to have Jenny all to myself and now Laura was getting in the way. However, it turns out that I had bigger things to worry about. ‘I’ll go and make us a coffee’, said Jenny, ‘are you thirsty, Tommy?’ ‘I’m ok thanks’, I replied. Jenny went into the kitchen, leaving Laura and I alone. We were silent for a few seconds before Laura started grinning. ‘Is it true?’ she asked. ‘Is what true’, I replied. ‘That you’re wearing diapers’, she said. My eyes widened in shock. ‘I…I…I don’t know what you mean?’ I stammered. ‘You’ve got a pacifier attached to your t-shirt’, Laura giggled pointing at it, ‘are you telling me that you don’t have a diaper on underneath your shorts to match’. I tried to think of a million excuses but nothing came to mind. ‘Has Jenny told you?’ I asked. ‘She may have mentioned it’, Laura smirked before spotting my unicorn bag, ‘is this is yours?’ ‘Don’t touch that’, I begged. It was too late though as Laura started looking through it. ‘Wow, look at all of this’, she exclaimed, ‘baby wipes, baby powder…is this a teddy bear?’ ‘Fine, you win’, I blurted out, ‘I’m wearing a diaper. It’s only because of a stupid punishment’. ‘That’s hilarious’, Laura laughed. ‘No, it’s not’, I replied angrily. ‘Aw is baby getting cranky? Does he need his binky?’ teased Laura. ‘Shut up’, I said loudly. Laura looked shocked. ‘I think I might have to go and tell Jenny how naughty you’re being’, she said. Suddenly, I felt anxious. Jenny had loved the fact that I had been a ‘good boy’ for her yesterday. I hated the thought of her seeing me misbehaving. ‘I’m sorry’, I begged, ‘please don’t say anything’. Laura grinned, ‘I won’t say anything as long as you don’t say anything’. With that she took my pacifier and pressed it against my lips. I gulped and accepted it. ‘Good boy’, she whispered before pulling something out of my bag, ‘now then, is this your teddy bear?’ I nodded. ‘Well, why don’t you be a good little baby for me and sit and play with your teddy bear on the carpet’, she grinned. I reluctantly took the teddy bear and sat down in front of her. ‘Play with it’, she insisted. I remembered pretending to play with a stuffed animal last week with Sophie. I attempted to replicate that and bounced the teddy bear around on the carpet. Just then Jenny walked in with two cups of coffee. ‘Everything alright in here?’ she asked, ‘I thought I heard arguing’. ‘No not at all’, Laura replied, ‘he was just a bit fussy because he wanted to play with his teddy bear, isn’t that right, Tommy?’ I saw Laura glaring at me and I quickly nodded my head whilst cuddling the teddy bear. It felt completely humiliating but to my surprise, Jenny seemed to accept it. For the next half an hour, I had to go through the agonising torture of playing with the teddy bear on the carpet whilst Jenny and Laura had their coffee on the sofa. I wanted to be a good boy for Jenny but also didn’t want Laura to say anything. Anytime they glanced over at me, I pretended to be having the time of my life and sucked happily on my pacifier whilst playing with the teddy bear. Eventually, my morning juice had reached my bladder and I needed to pee. I started to wet my diaper whilst remaining as natural as possible. The thought of having my diaper changed with Laura around made me feel sick and so I decided to keep quiet. For the rest of the morning, I did some more colouring and reluctantly played with my teddy bear whenever I was offered it. After lunch, I was led over to the sofa where Jenny handed me a baby bottle full of juice. ‘No way’, giggled Laura, ‘he drinks out of a bottle as well?’ ‘Don’t laugh at him’, Jenny said. ‘I wasn’t laughing, I was just a bit surprised’, Laura replied as sincerely as possible. Unfortunately, Jenny as unable to see through Laura’s lies the way that I could. ‘Do you feed him?’ Laura asked. ‘Sometimes’, Jenny replied. ‘Can I feed him?’ Laura grinned. ‘I guess so’, Jenny shrugged. I hated the fact that Laura seemed to be the one in charge. I reluctantly laid in her lap and awaited my bottle. ‘Open wide’, Laura cooed before sticking the nipple into my mouth. I tried to drink the bottle as quickly as I could but Laura purposely kept taking the bottle out of my mouth to remind me what a good boy I was being. After what seemed like the longest bottle feed in history, I finally drank the last drop of juice. Before I knew what was happening. Laura removed the bottle from my mouth and put me over her shoulder. ‘Come on baby’, she cooed, ‘time for burpies’. ‘I don’t need to burp’, I complained, ‘It’s ok darling’, she said softly, ‘your burpies will come out when they’re ready’. With that, she started rubbing my back whilst occasionally patting it. It felt very belittling. My only saving grace was the fact that I wasn’t facing Jenny. Laura began rubbing my back a little quicker and patting it harder. All of a sudden, I let out a loud burp followed by three smaller ones. ‘There we go’, cooed Laura, ‘get all of those nasty burpies out’. Eventually, I was let go although I had lost pretty much all of my dignity. I couldn’t believe that Jenny was going along with this but to my surprise, she thought it was adorable that Laura was ‘looking after me’ so well. Strangely enough, I felt a little better after burping but worried about what would happen next. A little while later, the need to pee once again arose. I was standing in the kitchen when it happened. Jenny and Laura were packing the colouring things away as I stood there wetting myself. I decided to continue staying quiet and didn’t plan to mention it to the girls. However, it seemed that they already knew. ‘Tommy, have you had an accident?’ Jenny asked. I couldn’t believe that they had noticed. As I looked down, I saw the large wet patch on the front of my shorts and realised that my diaper had leaked. I peered around the back and saw that my bottom was damp as well. I nodded my head. ‘It’s alright’, Jenny smiled, ‘let’s go and get you sorted’. Usually, I would have enjoyed having my diaper changed, but with Laura around, I was dreading it. Due to my clothes being damp, Jenny took everything off, leaving me in just my soggy diaper. ‘Lay down’, she smiled. I made myself comfortable while Jenny got out my changing supplies. Laura watched everything with a big grin on her face. I stared at the ceiling as I felt Jenny opening up my diaper. As I was cleaned with baby wipes, I hoped that this ordeal would be over soon. ‘Ooh dear’, said Laura. ‘What’s wrong?’ Jenny asked. ‘It’s nothing’, Laura replied, ‘it’s just…isn’t he a bit hairy for a baby’. ‘What do you mean?’ Jenny asked puzzled. Laura pointed to the thick patch of pubic hair that I had down below. ‘We should probably give him a shave’, Laura suggested. ‘I don’t really think we need to’, Jenny replied. ‘Trust me’, Laura insisted, ‘it’ll make diaper changes much easier. Have you got a razor?’ ‘Erm…I think there’s an electric razor in the downstairs bathroom’, Jenny replied. As Laura headed off, I started to panic. I had been one of the first boys in my year group to hit puberty and I was very proud of my pubic hair. ‘Please don’t let her do this’, I begged Jenny. Jenny shrugged her shoulders, ‘Laura has got a point. Whilst you’re in diapers, it would be much more hygienic without your pubic hair getting in the way’. I could feel my bottom lip trembling. ‘Don’t worry’, Jenny assured me, ‘your hair will grow back in a month or two’. Laura returned and knelt down in front of me. As she flicked the switch on the side of the razor, I heard it starting to vibrate loudly. With that, she gently began to run it over my pubic hair. I tried to fight back the tears as I watched my pubic hair falling off and disappearing bit by bit. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long before Laura was finished. As I looked down, I was completely smooth and looked no older than a toddler. She squeezed something that looked like lotion onto her hand before rubbing it into my skin. Afterwards, Jenny powdered me and fastened on a new diaper. As I stood up, it felt strange as I could feel the diaper pressing against me for the first time now that there was no pubic hair to cushion it. ‘What am I going to wear?’ I asked. ‘I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in just your diaper for now’, Jenny replied. I hated the thought of that, especially with Laura around. ‘Please’, I begged, ‘you must have something that I can wear’. Jenny could see my frustration and smiled. ‘Let’s go and take a look’, she said. With that, the three of us went upstairs and into Jenny’s bedroom. I noticed that Laura had brought my pacifier with her. As we walked in, it smelt exactly how I would expect a teenage girl’s bedroom to smell like. The scent of beauty and hair products filled the air. It felt special to be inside Jenny’s room. I watched as she rummaged through her many clothes. ‘A lot of this stuff will be too big for you’, Jenny said. Laura started to have a look as well. I stood there and waited patiently. I put my thumb inside the waistband of my diaper and gently stretched open the front. My hairless crotch was now covered in thick baby powder and looked exactly like something that you would find in a baby’s diaper. I let the waistband go and sighed. ‘What about this?’ Laura said as she pulled out an item of clothing. My jaw dropped open. It was a bright pink dress with red love hearts all over it. ‘I’m not wearing that’, I exclaimed. ‘I agree’, said Jenny, ‘we can’t make him wear that. Besides, I haven’t worn that since I was about thirteen’. ‘Well then, it should fit him perfectly’, Laura grinned. ‘I’m not wearing it’, I repeated. Jenny sighed, ‘I’m afraid there’s not a lot of choice. I’m sorry but it’s either the dress or just your diaper’. I couldn’t believe what was happening. If it had only been Jenny at the house, I would have quite happily walked around in just a diaper but I couldn’t bear being that vulnerable in front of Laura. ‘I’ll wear the dress’, I mumbled. ‘Sorry?’ said Laura, ‘I couldn’t quite hear you’. ‘I want to wear the dress’, I repeated loudly. Jenny seemed slightly shocked at my angry response. Laura, however, was enjoying every moment. ‘Aw, well if you’re that desperate to wear the dress then I guess we’d better put it on you’, Laura replied. She came over to me. ‘Arms up’, she instructed. Reluctantly, I raised my arms and allowed her to put the dress over me. As she pulled it down, it just about covered the bottom of my diaper. ‘Perfect’, Laura said clapping her hands. It felt odd wearing a pink dress covered in love hearts. However, the material felt soft and silky. It was almost comforting knowing that I was wearing something that belonged to Jenny. ‘We just need the finishing touch’, Laura stated and started rummaging through Jenny’s accessory drawer, ‘aha, perfect’. Laura pulled out a hairband with a pink bow in the middle of it. ‘Laura, don’t be silly’, Jenny said in my defence, ‘you can’t put that on him’. ‘Come on’, Laura giggled, ‘it’s only a joke’. To my dismay, Jenny allowed Laura to put the headband onto me. ‘Hold still, princess’, Laura cooed, ‘I just need to adjust your bow’. I hated that she called me ‘princess’ but before I could complain, she put my pacifier into my mouth. ‘There we go’, Laura said, ‘what do you think?’ ‘You do actually look really cute’, Jenny smiled. As I turned around to look in the full body mirror, my pacifier almost fell out of my mouth in shock. I couldn’t even see a fourteen-year-old teenage boy anymore. The pink dress and matching bow in my hair made me look like a little girl. With my diaper poking out from under the dress and the pacifier in my mouth, I looked about two-years-old. - It wasn’t long until there was a knock at the door and I realised that it was time for Lana to pick me up. Needless to say, as Jenny opened the door, Lana got quite a shock. ‘What do we have here?’ asked Lana trying not to laugh. ‘We had a little accident’, said Jenny whilst holding up a plastic bag containing my wet clothes, ‘I’m afraid that dress was the only think that would fit him’. ‘Well, it’s a very pretty dress, Lana giggled, ‘I love the bow as well’. ‘Thanks’ said Laura, ‘that was my idea’. ‘Has he behaved himself?’ asked Lana. ‘He’s been as good as gold’, Jenny replied and winked at me. It was nice to know that Jenny always had my back. ‘He played with his teddy bear for most of the morning’, added Laura. ‘Really?’ Lana smiled and looked at me, ‘I’ll tell you what. We’ll sit your teddy next to you in the car to keep you nice and safe’. ‘Good idea’, Laura cheered whilst I rolled my eyes. ‘I’ll wash the dress and let you have it back tomorrow’, Lana said. ‘That’s alright’, Jenny replied, ‘keep it. It doesn’t fit me anymore’. As we said our goodbyes, Jenny gave me a hug. I wanted that hug to last forever but unfortunately, I was quickly led over into the car. - The teddy bear seemed to go everywhere with me after that. It was placed next to me in the car and sat with me in the highchair at dinner time. Even when I wasn’t doing anything, Lana insisted that I kept it close to me. At 7:30pm, Lana announced that it was time for a quick bath before bedtime. I had noticed that my bedtimes had started to get earlier and earlier, almost as if I was a real baby. As Lana took my diaper off ready for my bath, she noticed the lack of public hair. ‘What happened there?’ she asked in amazement. ‘Laura did it’, I moaned, ‘Jenny reckons that it’s more hygienic’. ‘I guess that’s true’, Lana smiled before helping me into the bathtub. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t seem too bothered by it. I was certainly looking a lot more like a baby with each passing day. After I had a bath, Lana diapered me for the night before bringing over a baby bottle to the crib. She sat down and ushered me across her lap. The bottle had a white liquid inside and I figured that it was warm milk. However, as Lana stuck the nipple into my mouth, I quickly realised that it wasn’t milk. She saw my confusion. ‘It’s baby formula’, she smiled, ‘it’ll help you grow up big and strong’. It tasted foul and I wanted it out of my mouth. However, Lana kept the bottle firmly in my mouth. ‘Mmmph’, I whimpered. ‘That’s right’, cooed Lana, ‘yummy formula’. Mmmph’, I continued to groan as I swallowed more and more of it. ‘You’re doing so well’, she said, ‘you’re being such a good boy and drinking all of your tasty formula for Auntie’. I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or whether she genuinely thought that I was enjoying it. Either way, I was relieved when I finished the last drop and had the bottle removed from my mouth. Even when the bottle was replaced with my pacifier, I could still taste the sour formula. Lana tucked me into bed and made sure to tuck the teddy bear next to me. After winding up the crib mobile, Lana turned out the light and left the room. Despite being put to bed early, I felt exhausted after the long day I’d had. I just hoped that tomorrow would be better.

dog whistles, not sure what that means but it's just a preference for me, nothing more. the question was what kills a story for you so I was just chiming in.

DailyDi's joke brought to mind a meme I saw recently. The meme and article were all about Apple's new IOS-27 having a setting turned on by default that "lets others access your phone and listen in!!!  CHANGE THIS NOW!!!" Well, having NOT drunk the Kool-Aid yet, and owning an iPhone, I did my research. And it's one of those 'half truth's. Yes, the default setting is 'ON' (Settings ->Accessibility ->Audio&Visual -> Live Listen -> Remote Control) BUT.... having it on only means others that are able to log in to YOUR apple account can access your phone. So it's only a privacy risk if you've shared your Apple ID password or you have a very poor password that someone could hack. And of course you CAN turn it off. But it's not the big 'doom and gloom' big brother scary news that some are making it out to be. Just a small PSA for those that may see this out there 'in the wild'.