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    • As they all settled back at the dining table, Alex tried to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him. His mind kept returning to the kitchen, where Mary's whispered words and that humiliating tap on his diaper had rattled him to his core. Now, sitting between Daisy and Mary, he could feel the tension rising again, but it was Daisy's subtle movements that truly made his heart race.   Under the table, Daisy's hand slid discreetly into his crotch, her fingers pressing against the front of his diaper in a way that made his breath hitch. She didn't even look at him—her face calm and engaged in the conversation—but the pressure of her hand was undeniable. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, the crinkle of his diaper faint but ever-present as Daisy continued her playful torment. Every slight movement sent a wave of shame and confusion through him.   Alex tried to focus on Lily, who was chatting away, oblivious to the entire dynamic unfolding at the table. "So, have you guys gotten anything new for the house?" Lily asked, smiling as she took a sip from her glass.   "Oh yes," Mary replied smoothly, her voice casual and light, though Alex could feel her eyes on him. "I just got some new towels—so soft and absorbent. They're perfect for when... things get wet."   Alex's stomach tightened. He stiffened, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. Daisy's hand remained pressed firmly against his diaper, her fingers lightly tracing the outline, sending shockwaves through his already spiraling mind. His heart raced, and he tried desperately not to move, not to give away the mounting pressure inside him.   Lily, blissfully unaware, smiled. "That sounds nice! Where did you get them?"   Mary's eyes lingered on Alex, though her voice remained smooth as silk. "Oh, just a local shop," she said. Then, almost as if the words were an afterthought, she added, "But speaking of wet... I wonder, is someone wet yet?"   Alex's entire body went rigid. His mind screamed at him to stay composed, but Daisy's fingers pressed harder against his diaper, reminding him that any sense of control he thought he had was an illusion. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as shame and panic surged through him. He didn't dare respond. He didn't dare move.   But Daisy wasn't done. As if the words Mary had spoken had lit a fire inside her, Daisy slowly, deliberately, reached for his hand under the table. Without breaking her casual conversation with Lily, she guided his trembling fingers under her skirt. Alex's breath caught in his throat as his hand made contact with her warm, damp panties. His mind struggled to process what was happening as Daisy whispered under her breath, barely loud enough for him to hear, "Feel how wet I've become... because of you."   His world seemed to tilt. The humiliation, the arousal, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness all crashed into him at once. He could feel her wetness soaking through the fabric, and it sent a sharp jolt of realization through him: Daisy loved this. She loved the control. She loved his submission. And it made her cruel.   "Oh yes," Daisy said, her voice sweet and casual, still talking to Lily, "these towels really are wonderful. They absorb so well. We've even tested them on Alex, haven't we?" Her smile was innocent, but the darkness in her eyes as she looked at him was unmistakable.   Alex felt the ground fall out from under him. The wetness spreading through his diaper only made it worse. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't control it. The heat of his humiliation became something tangible, something undeniable. He was wetting himself, and Daisy knew. Worse, he could feel her satisfaction.   Mary, watching closely, picked up on the change instantly. She didn't need to say a word. The way Alex tensed, the slight widening of his eyes, the soft sound of the diaper crinkling under Daisy's touch—it was enough. A slow, knowing smile curled at the edges of Mary's lips. "Well, I'm glad to hear the towels are so reliable," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "It's always important to have something on hand that can handle... accidents. Especially when someone is prone to them."   Alex's face burned as Mary's words sliced through him. Every glance, every teasing word felt like a dagger, and the pressure of Daisy's hand on his diaper was unbearable. She squeezed gently, feeling the warmth spreading through the fabric, and Alex knew there was no hiding it.   Daisy leaned in just a little closer, her voice low and teasing as she looked directly at him. "See, Alex? I told you these absorb well," she whispered, her hand still resting on his crotch. "You've just proven it."   Alex felt like he might shatter. His heart raced, his body betraying him in the worst possible way. The wetness of his diaper, the humiliation of being so exposed, so powerless in front of Daisy and Mary—it was overwhelming.   And yet, despite it all, there was a part of him, deep down, that couldn't deny the strange mix of shame and arousal twisting inside him. As cruel as Daisy was becoming, as humiliating as the situation was, he felt trapped in her control—and there was something about that control that both terrified and thrilled him.   Mary's voice broke through his thoughts, soft but edged with amusement. "Well, let's just make sure everything stays nice and clean, shall we, Alex? After all, we wouldn't want things getting out of hand."   Alex nodded stiffly, his voice caught in his throat, too overwhelmed to respond. Daisy's hand gave one final squeeze before she withdrew, her fingers lingering just long enough to remind him of his place. She returned to her casual conversation with Lily, as if nothing had happened, while Mary's knowing gaze lingered on him for just a moment longer.   For Alex, the night had taken a humiliating turn that he wasn't sure he could recover from. His body had betrayed him, and now, trapped between the dominance of Daisy and Mary, he was beginning to wonder just how much further they would take it. But the worst part was how much he feared he might actually enjoy the ride.   As the minutes dragged by, Alex's anxiety only grew. He tried to refocus on the conversation, but his attention was entirely on the soaked diaper clinging to him. His every fidget sent a new wave of discomfort, and the fear that someone at the table would notice kept his heart pounding.   Daisy continued her chat with her sister, showing no sign that she had seen his message, while Alex waited in tortured silence. Occasionally, Daisy's gaze would flicker back to him, her eyes gleaming with a quiet satisfaction. But still, she didn't respond.   Meanwhile, Mary, ever perceptive, leaned closer to Alex, her voice barely a whisper as she feigned a motherly tone. "Is everything alright, Alex?" She placed a hand lightly on his back, but before he could answer, her fingers trailed down to tap his padded rear ever so subtly. The tap was enough to send a fresh wave of embarrassment through him.   Her voice dropped even lower, her breath warm against his ear. "I'm sure Daisy will take care of it when she's ready." The emphasis she placed on "when" made Alex shiver. She knew.   The table conversation went on, oblivious, but to Alex, every second felt excruciating.   As Daisy and her sister began walking back toward Alex and their mom, Daisy whispered something in her sister's ear. Her sister's eyebrows raised in surprise at first, but then her expression softened into a mischievous grin.   "Really?" she asked quietly, glancing over at Alex. "He's still sitting there like that?"   Daisy nodded, her own smile widening. "He is," she replied in a low voice. "And he's waiting for me to do something about it."   Her sister laughed softly, clearly amused by the game that was being played. As they neared the table, Daisy's sister glanced back at Alex, noticing the way his legs were spread and the subtle tension in his body. She could sense his discomfort and hesitation.   When they reached the table, her sister leaned down toward Alex, her voice sweet but laced with teasing intent. "You okay there, Alex?" she asked innocently. "You seem a little...tense." Her eyes sparkled as she lingered on the word "tense," clearly enjoying his predicament.   Alex flushed deeply, his throat tight with embarrassment. He couldn't respond, unsure of how much Daisy had told her sister. The weight of their shared knowledge pressed down on him, and his discomfort grew.   Daisy, watching the scene unfold, decided to push things further. "Oh, he's fine," she chimed in, her tone light and playful. "He's just been sitting for a little too long, haven't you, Alex?" She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it, but the gesture felt like another reminder of her control.   Daisy's sister, picking up on the teasing, grinned and leaned in closer, lowering her voice so only Alex could hear. "I bet it's getting hard to sit still, huh?" she whispered, her tone dripping with mock concern. Her hand lightly grazed his thigh as she straightened back up, leaving him speechless and more trapped than ever.   The sisters exchanged a knowing glance, both clearly enjoying Alex's discomfort. Mary, observing from the other side of the table, gave a small, approving nod, silently encouraging her daughters to continue with their playful dominance.   Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to gather the courage to stand. The teasing from Daisy's sister and the knowing looks from Mary were becoming too much. His diaper was now so swollen and heavy that every move made it crinkle loudly, and his embarrassment deepened with each passing second. God, why can't I just disappear? He thought, the heat rising to his cheeks as the humiliation settled in.   "I... I need to..." Alex mumbled, attempting to rise from his seat, but before he could finish, Daisy placed a firm hand on his thigh, stopping him. His heart raced at her touch, both fearful and aroused. She's not going to let me go...   Her grip was gentle, but her control was undeniable. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked sweetly, her voice soft but carrying that unmistakable undertone of dominance. It was the tone that always made his heart pound, the one that told him he wasn't in control anymore.   Alex froze, unsure how to respond. Do I even have a choice? He glanced around the table, feeling all eyes on him. His mouth opened to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. Before he could muster a word, Daisy's sister smirked.   "Oh, I think he's trying to get out of something," she teased with a laugh, her hand coming down to tap his padded butt. The sound of the crinkling filled the room. Alex's stomach twisted in knots. Please, no... don't...   But it was too late.   Mary, watching the scene unfold, smiled approvingly. "Why don't you let us help you, Alex?" she asked, her voice low and amused. Help? They don't want to help me. They want to humiliate me.   Before Alex could protest, Daisy's fingers slipped to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them slowly. His breath hitched, panic flooding his chest. She's really doing this, right here, in front of them. Oh God... He felt the tight grip of control wrap around him like a noose, squeezing the breath from his lungs.   "Shh," Daisy whispered soothingly, her hand steady, her gaze locking onto his. "We just want to make sure you're comfortable." The words, meant to soothe, only made him more aware of how little power he had in the situation. Comfortable? Alex's mind screamed, How can I be comfortable when I'm sitting here in a soaked diaper with everyone watching?   As she undid his pants, Daisy's sister leaned closer, watching with amusement. "You're being such a good boy," she whispered, the mockery clear in her tone. "Let us take care of you." The words stung, but they also stirred something deep within him. Why does that make me feel... He couldn't finish the thought, but the mix of shame and arousal churned inside him.   His pants loosened around his waist, the thick, swollen diaper beneath clearly visible. This can't be happening... they can all see it. He squirmed, trying to shift away, but Daisy's grip on his waistband kept him firmly in place.   "There," Daisy said softly, pulling his pants down just enough to expose the edges of the diaper. She tapped it lightly, the crinkling sound like thunder in Alex's ears. "That's better, isn't it?"   Better? He wanted to laugh, or cry. The humiliation washed over him in waves. He was fully exposed, not just physically but emotionally. They were peeling away every layer of dignity he had, and he was powerless to stop it.   Daisy's sister laughed softly. "See? You're just where you need to be," she whispered, her voice dripping with playful cruelty. Where I need to be...? He was sinking, deeper into their control, and the worst part was how much part of him wanted to give in, to let them take everything.   And with that thought, Alex sank back into his seat, too overwhelmed, too humiliated to resist anymore. His face burned with shame, and his body ached with arousal. They have me... I'm theirs. Daisy could feel Alex growing more restless as the evening went on. His subtle glances, the way he shifted in his seat—it was all building to the inevitable. Finally, he leaned in, whispering urgently, "Daisy, I need to be changed."   Her lips curved into a sly smile. "Of course," she whispered back, but the teasing in her tone promised it wouldn't be so simple. She stood, making it look like just a casual trip to the bathroom, but Alex knew better.   In the quiet of the bathroom, Daisy took her time. She removed his pants first, leaving him standing in just his thick diaper and body suit, the faint crinkle of the diaper loud in the small space. She undid the tapes carefully, taking pleasure in every moment of control. The new diaper she pulled out was thick and soft, a perfect reminder of his place.   "Hold still," she whispered as she finished securing it, deliberately leaving his pants aside. She had no intention of putting them back on. The thought of Alex walking out like this, exposed, thrilled her. She wanted to see how her mother and sister would react.   When they emerged from the bathroom, the air in the room shifted. Mary was the first to notice, her sharp eyes taking in Alex's lack of pants. Her lips curled into a smile, half amusement, half dominance.   "Leaving without pants, are we, Alex?" she said in a sweet but unmistakably controlling tone. Alex flushed, his eyes darting nervously between Daisy and Mary, unsure how to respond. Mary's eyes gleamed, enjoying every second of his discomfort.   Daisy's sister, less aware of the subtle power dynamics at play, looked at Alex with wide eyes. "Uh... isn't he cold?" she asked, unsure of what else to say.   "Oh, don't worry," Mary chimed in smoothly, her voice dripping with dominance. "I'm sure he's just fine. After all, he's well padded, isn't he, Daisy?" Her gaze flicked knowingly to Daisy, and they shared a silent understanding.   Daisy smiled back, relishing the control. "He is. No need to worry about him."   Mary stood up, her presence commanding the room as she approached Alex and gave his diaper a quick, playful tap. "You'll both come back next weekend. Let's make it a long one this time." Her voice was soft, but the underlying authority left no room for argument. "I'll make sure everything is prepared."   Daisy glanced at Alex, watching the way he shifted uncomfortably in his exposed state. She could feel the thrill running through her, the rush of power. "Of course," she replied with a smile. "We'll be back."   As they prepared to leave, Alex's diaper crinkled with every step, a constant reminder of the control Daisy had over him. And as they passed by her mother and sister, Daisy waited, wanting to hear their final thoughts on his appearance, knowing that this was just the beginning. Alex had spent the whole week with his mind in a whirl. The routine of humiliation and control that Daisy had imposed upon him was now part of his everyday life, and it left him in a constant state of confusion. Part of him craved it—desired it even—while another part wondered what might happen if someone at work found out. That fear haunted him, yet he couldn't deny the way it made his heart race and his body ache with arousal.   Every morning was the same. After his shower, Daisy would kneel before him, her hands moving expertly as she fastened the thick, pink diaper around his waist. The sound of the plastic rustling filled the room, and Daisy's words, sweetly humiliating, echoed in his ears. "Now my sissy boy won't get wet. My sissy boy is safe from accidents. Isn't that right?" It was both tender and degrading, making his mind swirl with contradictory emotions—fear and excitement, love and shame. Each time she said it, Alex's heart raced, his chest tightening with humiliation, but his body responded in ways that left him more confused than ever.   Bea had been absent for the week, leaving Alex a little more time to breathe without the added pressure she brought. But even without her presence, Daisy had grown more dominant, more aroused by their dynamic. Every night, Alex found himself on his knees, pleasing her as she guided his head between her legs, licking her clean, worshiping her body without the promise of sex. His desires grew stronger, yet his fulfillment came only from her pleasure, never his own. He could feel the shifting tides between them—Daisy was no longer just exploring this world; she was reveling in it. The longer the week went on, the more he was filled with anticipation—and dread—for the upcoming weekend.   They were going to Daisy's mother's house for a long weekend. That fact alone made his stomach churn with anxiety. The last time they had been there, he could feel the way her mother, Mary, looked at him. There was something more in her gaze now, something knowing. He remembered how Mary had casually tapped his butt at the end of a conversation the last time they were there. It wasn't just an innocent gesture—there was intention behind it. And now, as they packed for another visit, his heart raced with the fear of what might happen next. His mind replayed the moments with Daisy and her mother, his fears mingling with the shameful excitement that buzzed through his veins.   Friday came quickly. When Alex arrived home, Daisy was already waiting for him, the car packed and ready to go. As he approached, she smiled that teasing smile, the one that made his insides twist. "Do you need a change, sissy? Is my sissy boy wet?" Her question made his cheeks burn red with embarrassment, but he nodded, knowing she would check anyway.   Daisy reached out, feeling the front of his pants, shaking her head with a playful grin. "No, it'll hold a bit longer. I'll change you when we get there," she said, taking control as always.   Alex followed her to the car, his head low, his heart thumping in his chest as they pulled away from the house. He had no idea what awaited him at her mother's, but he knew it would push him further into this world he both craved and feared. Part of him hoped it wouldn't be as intense as last time, but another part—a dark, shameful part—wondered how far Daisy might take things. The thought made his stomach flip, and he glanced at Daisy, who was humming softly as she drove, a satisfied smile on her face.   As they drove, Alex's phone buzzed. He hesitated before looking at the message—another reminder of how deeply entrenched he had become in this life. It was from Bea.   "Hope you're behaving yourself, sissy boy. Does Daisy have you all tucked away in your pretty little diaper? Be good for her this weekend... or else."   His heart pounded. Even though Bea wasn't coming, her presence loomed over him, her words making his hands sweat. Alex glanced at Daisy, who noticed his reaction and smiled knowingly. "Bea checking up on you?" she asked, her tone playful but with an edge of control that made his spine tingle.   "She... she just sent a message," Alex stammered, not knowing how to explain the mix of fear and excitement that Bea's words stirred in him.   "Good," Daisy said, her smile widening. "She knows how to keep you in line."   The tension between them was thick, the atmosphere charged as they sped toward Mary's house. Alex's mind raced with thoughts of last time when Daisy made him walk out of Mary's house in just his diaper and one-piece. It was so humiliating.   When they arrived at Mary's house, the familiar sense of dread washed over him. Daisy led the way, her heels clicking against the pavement, her tight skirt and blouse making her look irresistibly hot, yet Alex followed with heavy legs and a spinning mind. As soon as they stepped inside, Mary greeted them with her usual warm smile, but Alex swore he saw something behind her eyes—a glint of amusement, of knowledge. She hugged Daisy first, then turned to Alex, her hand lingering a little too long on his back. "It's so good to see you both again," she said, her voice sweet and soft, but there was a playful note in it that sent chills down Alex's spine. She looked him up and down with a knowing smirk.   "Well, Alex, it looks like someone is wet. Good thing you had your protection on," Mary giggled, her voice teasing yet firm.   At the same time, Daisy glanced at Alex. "Yes, he's wet. You need a change, don't you?" she said, looking at him with that mixture of authority and affection that never failed to make his face burn. "But we need to get the bags first."   Mary smiled, stepping in. "Why don't you get the bags, dear? I can change him." Her tone was casual, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.   Daisy looked a little surprised, unsure of whether to hand over the reins. "Are you sure, Mom? It's been a while since you've changed diapers, and he's not exactly a baby..." Her words trailed off, unsure of what her mother really had in mind.   Mary's expression turned mock-offended but softened quickly into a smile. "Relax, darling, I've changed enough nappies in my life to handle this. A cute sissy boy like him shouldn't be any trouble. Now, where's the diaper bag?"   Alex's heart pounded, his face growing hotter by the second. He stood there, feeling as if he were invisible in their conversation, as though they were discussing a chore rather than his own degradation. No—this was too far. He couldn't let Mary do this. "No, Daisy, you can't let her—" His voice was shaky, and the words felt weak even as they left his lips.   Daisy's eyes flashed a warning, and with a sharp glance, Alex stopped. His protests were useless. Mary looked at him with a smile, her voice dripping with condescension. "What a good sissy boy. Now come along, let's get your wet nappy changed."   His stomach flipped with a mixture of humiliation and dread as Mary led him to the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw the large changing mat already spread out on the floor. It was as if Mary had planned this in advance, ready to humiliate him from the moment they walked in.   "Lie down," she instructed, patting the mat with a hand that felt more like command than suggestion. Alex hesitated but then slowly lowered himself onto the mat, his cheeks burning with shame. The plastic crinkled beneath him, the scent of baby powder already filling the air. No matter how embarrassing this was, part of him was glad to get the wet diaper off.   Mary moved with deliberate slowness, rummaging through the diaper bag. She pulled out a fresh pink diaper, holding it up with a smirk. She played with it in front of him, letting the sound of the crinkling plastic fill the air, teasing him with every humiliating detail. "Look at how thick this is," she mocked, dragging the material across his face, making him inhale its scent.   Alex lay there, his chest tight, his face flushed red as Mary removed the wet diaper. She moved with practiced hands, almost too confidently, as she exposed him to the cool air of the room. "You really soaked this one, didn't you, sissy boy?" Mary smiled down at him, her words cutting through him. "I hope you appreciate what my Daisy does for you, how she takes care of you. You should show her love and respect, sissy boy. You're very lucky."   Alex felt a rush of helplessness as Mary continued, her hands expertly fastening the new, thick pink diaper around his waist. The humiliation was complete. He lay there, humbled and embarrassed beyond words, as she stood back, admiring her work.   "There we go," Mary said with a broad smile. "All fresh. Now, be a good boy and remember what I said. My Daisy deserves the very best from you."   Alex couldn't speak. His face burned as the realization settled in—this weekend was going to push him further than ever before.   Mary met Daisy in the living room with a satisfied smile. "Ah, sweetheart, it went perfectly," she said, adjusting her blouse as if the entire scene had been a casual affair. "What a loving little sissy you have. So cute in his pink diapers."   Daisy grinned, her pride clear. "Yes, I know. He's been such a good boy for us, hasn't he?"   Alex stood nearby, his head spinning with conflicting emotions—humiliation, excitement, and confusion. The crinkling of his pink diaper was loud in his ears, and the shame of being paraded around like this made his cheeks burn. Yet, at the same time, there was a strange thrill he couldn't ignore.   Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway, and Daisy's sister entered the room. Her eyes immediately caught sight of Alex's diaper, peeking out from beneath his clothes. She paused, taking in the scene with an amused smirk.   "Well, well, look at this," she teased, folding her arms. "Isn't this like when we used to play dress-up with that boy down the street? But this... this is something else."   Daisy laughed, clearly enjoying her sister's reaction. "Oh, it's much more fun now. He's not just playing along—he's fully embraced it."   Alex's heart pounded, a mix of shame and that strange thrill surging through him. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid the eyes of all three women, but there was nowhere to hide. Each word they exchanged only made him more aware of the thick diaper he wore, and how much control they had over him.   Mary stepped closer to him, her hand gently grazing his cheek before she teasingly patted the front of his diaper. Her voice was soft, but the command in her tone was undeniable. "He's still learning, but I think he's doing quite well, don't you think, Daisy?"   Daisy nodded, stepping up next to her mother. "Oh yes, he's learning very quickly. And the best part," she added, leaning closer to Alex with a mischievous smile, "is that he secretly loves it, even if he's too shy to admit it."   Alex's breath hitched, his embarrassment deepening at her words. He felt trapped by their teasing, yet the strange arousal that came with it was undeniable. Why did he feel this way?   Daisy's sister let out a soft laugh. "I didn't expect this when you told me you had something new going on, but wow, Daisy, this is something else. You've really got him under your thumb."   "Oh, this is just the beginning," Daisy replied, her voice low and filled with amusement. "We've got the whole weekend ahead of us, just us three girls... and him. It's going to be a lot of fun."   Alex's stomach fluttered at the mention of the weekend. His mind raced, imagining what the next few days would be like with all three women focused on him. It was overwhelming—the thought of being completely at their mercy, humiliated, and teased for days on end. Part of him wanted to protest, to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Deep down, he knew he was trapped, and maybe, just maybe, he didn't mind.   Mary smiled wickedly, her hand brushing against his diaper one last time. "I think we'll have a lot of fun with him. He's already proving to be quite the little plaything. Don't you think, Daisy?"   Daisy nodded, her grin widening. "Oh, absolutely. And with just the three of us this weekend, we'll have all the time in the world to really enjoy him."   Alex's heart raced even faster. He tried to maintain composure, but the teasing was too much. His body betrayed him, responding to their words in ways that made his cheeks burn even more. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their eyes on him, knowing that this was only the beginning of a very long, humiliating weekend.   Daisy's sister looked between them and smirked. "Well, I'm definitely looking forward to this. A whole weekend with our little sissy here... sounds like fun."   Alex's breath caught, and he looked nervously at Daisy, hoping for some reprieve, but all he found was her knowing smile. He could feel his control slipping as the reality of the weekend settled in. He was theirs, for as long as they wanted. Daisy's sister's eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Daisy noticed immediately, raising an eyebrow. "I know that look, sis. What's on your mind?" she asked, half-curious, half-amused.   Her sister's smile deepened, eyes glinting with mischief. "Remember when I mentioned that boy we used to dress up as kids? I was thinking... why not do the same with Alex?" Her voice had a wicked edge, and Daisy could hear the growing excitement behind it.   Daisy's eyebrow arched higher as she glanced at Alex, who stood awkwardly beside them. "You really want to humiliate him like that?" she asked, her tone playful but with a dark undercurrent.   Her sister shot her a knowing look, then turned to their mother. "Mom, you still have those old clothes, don't you? The ones we used to keep in our room?"   Mary, standing close, seemed all too eager to be part of their game. "Oh, of course. I've kept them tucked away all these years. I always knew they might be useful someday," she said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. There was no mistaking the approval in her voice—this wasn't just about nostalgia. It was about control.   Daisy's smile matched her sister's, slowly curving into something darker, more calculated. "So, what exactly are you two thinking? Dress up my little sissy boy for a bit of fun?" She dragged the words out, her eyes flicking toward Alex, relishing the way he shifted uncomfortably under their gaze.   Her sister let out a delighted giggle. "Exactly," she replied, already halfway out the door. "Let's see what still fits."   With a gleeful rush, Daisy and her sister dashed toward their childhood rooms like excited children about to uncover a long-lost treasure. Their laughter echoed down the hallway, the anticipation of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.   Left alone with Mary, Alex stood frozen, feeling a growing sense of vulnerability. His face was flushed, and his hands clenched nervously at his sides.   Mary stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. She circled him slowly, inspecting him with a gaze that was both motherly and commanding. "You're doing such a good job making my girls happy, Alex," she said softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She leaned in, so close her breath tickled his ear. "This weekend is going to be very special, don't you think?"   Without waiting for a response, she tapped the front of his diaper, the crinkling sound loud and humiliating in the otherwise quiet room. Alex flinched at the touch, his heart pounding with a mixture of shame and dread.   Mary's eyes sparkled with amusement as she straightened. "Oh, don't look so embarrassed," she said, her tone condescending. "It's exactly what you need. A little reminder of your place." She smiled sweetly, as though speaking to a child. "You wouldn't want to disappoint my daughters, would you?"   Alex swallowed hard, but his voice failed him. His silence only seemed to encourage her further.   Mary's smile widened as she looked him over one last time. "Good boy," she whispered, the words laced with dark satisfaction, before turning to walk away, leaving him standing there—trapped in the growing realization that he was utterly at their mercy. Daisy and her sister sifted through the piles of clothes, the mood in the room shifting as they began to uncover pieces from their youth. The excitement built as they found garments that brought back memories—items that, while still playful, were more suited to their current game. The pink pants, similar to those they had once used to dress up the boy next door, were replaced by something even more fitting for Alex: tight, light blue trousers with a high waist and an embroidered butterfly on the back. The material stretched in a way that made them perfect for highlighting every curve, emphasizing the feminine shape they intended to impose on him.   "This will do," Daisy's sister said, holding the trousers up with a mischievous grin. "They'll cling to him just right, like they were made for this."   Daisy nodded, her gaze trailing over the various options laid out before them. "We've got more," she said, pulling out a bodysuit with tight arms, designed to hug the wearer's form, shaping a feminine figure. The fabric was soft, yet unyielding, the kind of garment that would be impossible for Alex to ignore once it was on him.   Her sister added to the pile, producing a delicate corset that looked simple enough but was meant to be worn under normal clothes. "He could wear this under anything," she said, admiring its subtle design. "No one would know, but we'll know."   Daisy's smile deepened at the thought, already imagining how Alex would squirm in discomfort, knowing he was being controlled even when they were out in public. She pulled out one last item—stockings with openings in the crotch and back, thin and delicate. "These will complete the outfit," she said, her voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone.   Her sister chuckled. "We can hide everything beneath his usual clothes. No one else has to know. But he will."   Their laughter filled the room again as they gathered the garments, eager to present them to Alex. The clothing wasn't just for show—it was a message, a reminder of the power they held over him, even when they were out and about. The weekend ahead promised to be one filled with subtle torment, and Alex would be at the center of it all.   Arms full of clothes, the sisters exchanged one last glance before heading back to the room where Alex stood, waiting. His heart would sink the moment he saw what they had found, but for Daisy and her sister, the fun was only just beginning.   Alex's heart pounded in his chest as Daisy led him upstairs, her hand gripping his wrist gently but firmly. Each step felt heavier than the last, the anticipation building with every second. He knew what awaited him upstairs—another round of teasing and dressing, another wave of humiliation that was quickly becoming both unbearable and addictive. His thoughts swirled with confusion, a mix of shame and excitement making his body tense.   When they reached the room, Daisy and Lily exchanged a look, their eyes filled with playful mischief. They had laid out everything, ready to dress him in ways he could hardly imagine.   "Close your eyes," Daisy commanded softly, and Alex immediately obeyed, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. The room was silent except for the sound of the sisters moving around him, preparing him for what was to come.   His clothes were quickly removed, leaving him standing in only his diaper. He felt exposed, vulnerable under their gaze. But that was exactly what they wanted. Daisy's fingers grazed his skin as she began to slide the first garment over his head—a tight bodysuit. The material clung to him, soft but unyielding, shaping his body as it cinched his waist and pushed his chest in. The sensation was foreign, humiliating, but he could feel the heat rising inside him.   "Look how well this fits him," Lily said with a chuckle. "He's already starting to look like a good little boy."   Daisy grinned as she adjusted the bodysuit, making sure it hugged his form perfectly. "You're doing so well," she whispered in his ear, her voice both teasing and affectionate. "You're such a good boy for us."   Alex shivered, his body reacting to her words even as his mind screamed in protest. But there was no escape. He was theirs to dress, to control.   Next came the stockings, delicate and thin with openings in the crotch and back. Daisy slid them up his legs, her touch light but purposeful. The stockings clung to his skin, adding another layer to his growing humiliation. Every piece they added made him feel more and more controlled, more feminin in their hands.   "You'll feel these every time you move," Daisy teased, her fingers trailing along the fabric. "It'll remind you of who's in charge."   Before he could process it, Daisy moved on to the next item—tight pink high-waisted pants. The fabric was stiff as it slid up his legs, emphasizing every curve and pressing against the diaper underneath. The pants were snug, forcing him to struggle to keep his legs together, and the high waist added to the absurdity of the situation, making him feel even more exposed.   Lily stepped in to adjust the waistband, pulling it high over his diaper. "These fit him perfectly," she said with a grin. "He's almost ready."   Daisy nodded, clearly pleased with the way Alex looked. "Almost." She reached for the final piece—a soft pink hoodie, slim fit and deceptively gentle in its appearance. She slid it over his head, the fabric draping over the bodysuit and pants, adding a layer of ironic softness to his already humiliating outfit.   When everything was in place, Daisy stepped back, admiring her work. "Open your eyes," she whispered, her voice filled with amusement.               Alex did as he was told, his heart sinking as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. The tight pink high-waisted pants clung to him, showing off a sexy curve, while the bulge of his diaper was a little obvious despite the soft hoodie. The bodysuit underneath shaped his figure in ways that made him look almost feminine, and the stockings beneath it all added a layer of hidden control that only he—and the sisters—knew about.   His face burned with humiliation, but alongside it, a surge of excitement pulsed through him. His body, once again, betrayed him.   Daisy stepped closer, her hand trailing down his back, feeling the fabric of the pants and the diaper beneath. "You look perfect," she whispered, her voice both loving and dominant. "Such a good sissy girl for listening to us."   Lily chuckled as she circled around him, her eyes gleaming with wicked pleasure. "He's getting better at this, isn't he? So obedient."   Daisy's smile deepened. The power she felt in this moment, seeing Alex completely under her control, was intoxicating. Every time he followed her commands, every time he squirmed with humiliation, it only made her want more. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body reacting to the thrill of dominating him.   "You're such a good sissy," she said again, her voice softer but more commanding. She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, "And good sissy's always do what they're told, don't they?"   "Yes," Alex whispered, barely able to speak through the wave of emotions crashing over him.   Daisy's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "That's right," she said, her tone full of pride and control. "And now, we're going downstairs. Everyone's going to see what a good girl you have become. You'll be on your best behavior, won't you?"   Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he nodded, the weight of the moment settling in. He had no choice but to obey, to follow every word she spoke. Daisy had total control, and he was powerless to resist.   Alex knelt on the floor downstairs, his hands shaking slightly as he held the baby bottle to his lips, drinking slowly under the watchful gaze of Daisy, Lily, and Mary. His heart raced, and though he wanted to deny the strange excitement that simmered beneath his humiliation, his body betrayed him. The tension in the room was palpable as if each woman was waiting for the next moment of degradation to unfold.   Lily's eyes stayed fixed on him, a smirk forming on her lips as she took a slow sip of her wine. She wasn't just satisfied with the power to control Alex—this was about more. She had longed for years to humiliate someone, to make them feel as helpless as she once had. The boy who had hurt her was gone, but now, Alex would take the weight of her twisted desires. She glanced at Daisy, her voice dripping with excitement.   "Daisy," Lily said, the mischievous curl of her lips growing wider, "since Alex likes the humiliation so much, being a little diaper sissy, right?"   Daisy turned to her sister, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Yes?" she responded, intrigued but unsure where Lily was going with this.   Lily's gaze flickered back to Alex, loving how his body tensed at her words. He was trembling slightly, his wide eyes filled with fear as he drank from the bottle, helpless under their control. Lily savored every moment of it. "Why not make him a girl this weekend? We have already put some on him, why not do it when we go out tomorrow to the city?" she suggested, her voice soft, yet brimming with wicked delight. "He can have his diapers, but we dress him up in girly clothes when we go out. I can do his makeup—something subtle but fitting for our little Alexi."   Alex's face drained of color as the words sunk in. A girl? His mind reeled, and he fought the rising panic, wanting to protest, to plead, but the bottle in his mouth silenced him. He stared up at Daisy, hoping for some reprieve, but her eyes were already filled with intrigue.   Before Daisy could respond, Mary chimed in with an approving tone. "What a great idea, Lily! I love that you're stepping in with suggestions. It's wonderful to see you two taking charge," she said, her voice warm, as if this were a mother-daughter bonding moment rather than an act of humiliation.   Daisy, now fully captivated by the idea, turned back to Alex with a slow smile spreading across her face. The suggestion clearly appealed to her—she had never seen Alex look more vulnerable than he did now, and the idea of pushing him further sent a thrill through her. The thought of controlling him, of turning him into her little Alexi, made her body flush with excitement. "Yes," she said, her voice soft but commanding, "let's make Alex into Alexi."   Alex's breath caught in his throat, his body trembling as he heard his new name. His heart pounded so loudly he thought it might burst, and shame washed over him in waves. He was utterly trapped, their plaything, with no way out. The three women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with amusement.   Lily stood, already eager to get started. "I'll grab my makeup bag," she said with a wicked smile. "We'll make sure Alexi looks perfect."   Mary, ever the supportive figure, patted Daisy on the back. "You girls are doing wonderfully. I'm proud of how you're handling him."   Daisy leaned down, her face inches from Alex's. Her smile widened as she took in the fear and confusion in his eyes. "This weekend, Alexi," she whispered, her voice dripping with dominance, "you're going to be our pretty little girl. And you'll be a good girl for us, won't you?"   Alex wanted to scream, to shake his head, but the words wouldn't come. All he could do was nod, his body trembling as the weight of his humiliation crashed over him. His thoughts swirled with shame and dread, yet underneath it all, that strange excitement lingered—twisted and undeniable.   As Lily left the room, Daisy placed a hand under Alex's chin, lifting his face to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with control, and she relished every second of his submission. "Get ready, Alexi," she said softly, her voice almost loving but unmistakably dominant. "This weekend is going to be unforgettable. And you'll be such a good girl for us."   Alex's heart raced, his mind spinning with what was to come. The humiliation was suffocating, and as Daisy's words echoed in his ears, a sharp wave of fear surged through him. His body stiffened, and without warning, he felt a warmth spread between his legs. His eyes widened in horror—he was wetting himself.   Daisy's smile only grew wider as she noticed the change. She tilted her head, her voice dripping with amusement as she cooed, "Oh, did someone have an accident?" She leaned closer, her hand pressing lightly against the front of his diaper. "Good thing you had your diaper on, Alexi. What a good girl you are."   The weight of her words sank into him, the final blow to his crumbling dignity. Alex's face burned with shame, his body trembling as the three women looked down at him, their amusement palpable. He had lost control—completely—and now, more than ever, he was theirs. Alex stirred awake, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. His mind slowly returned to reality, and he realized he needed to go to the bathroom. With Daisy nowhere beside him, he felt a small surge of relief—maybe he could slip out of bed and take care of things himself without any teasing or interruption.   Sliding out from under the covers as quietly as possible, he glanced around, listening for any sounds in the house. The air was still and quiet, leaving him hopeful that Daisy was elsewhere. He made his way down the hall, his steps soft, hoping for just a moment of privacy.   As he approached the bathroom door and reached for the handle, a voice stopped him.   "Well, well," Lily's voice drawled from behind him. "Where do you think you're going, Alex?"   He froze, feeling his heart skip a beat. Turning slowly, he saw her standing just a few steps behind him, arms crossed, a smirk spreading across her face. There was a glint in her eyes, one that told him she had every intention of making this moment anything but easy.   "I... I just..." Alex stammered, his voice faltering as he tried to find an excuse under her intense gaze. His cheeks already felt warm, a flush creeping in that only seemed to widen her smirk.   Lily stepped closer, her eyes scanning him up and down with amusement. "Going to the bathroom on your own? Did you think you could just wander around without permission?" Her tone was light, teasing, yet there was an edge of control that made him feel small, even vulnerable.   He opened his mouth to respond, but she held up a hand, silencing him. "You know, Daisy isn't here right now. Which means..." She tilted her head, studying him, "I'm in charge."   A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over him, and Alex's face flushed. His heart beat faster as she took another step forward, her gaze unwavering, almost overwhelming in its intensity.   "And look at you," she whispered with a slight laugh. "So eager, so helpless. You can't even hold it, can you?"   His mind raced, desperately searching for a response, but his body betrayed him before he could gather his thoughts. A warmth spread through his diaper, confirming his helplessness under her watchful eyes. He felt his cheeks burn with humiliation, but he couldn't look away from her smirk.   "There we go," she cooed softly, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "That's more like it. Looks like you don't need the bathroom after all." She gently patted his diaper, sending a shiver of shame and unexpected comfort through him, the gentle, rhythmic patting both grounding and humbling.   "Now, let's get you cleaned up, hmm? A nice, warm bath to wash up a bit." Taking his arm, she guided him toward the bathroom, her grip both firm and oddly reassuring. Alex's face was still hot with embarrassment as he followed, feeling her presence dominate the small space around him.   Inside the bathroom, Lily turned him to face her, her gaze locked on his. Slowly, she began to unfasten the tapes of his diaper, each movement deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. The faint rustling filled the quiet room, heightening his awareness of every tiny sound. As the damp, warm diaper fell to the floor, she let out a chuckle as her eyes fell on the pink plastic cage surrounding him.   "Oh, that's adorable," she cooed, barely concealing her amusement. "A perfect little addition for our sweet Alexy."   He could only stand there, mortified, as she filled the bath with water, adding soap until bubbles and a gentle, clean scent filled the room. The sight of the foamy water was oddly calming, but his cheeks still burned with the shame of her gaze.   "Go on, lie down and relax. Enjoy yourself until I get back," she instructed, motioning for him to slip into the bath. After a moment's hesitation, he climbed in, feeling the warmth and bubbles surround him. The sensation was comforting, almost soothing, and he found himself starting to relax, letting some of the embarrassment fade as the bubbles concealed him.   Just as he began to settle, the door opened again, and his heart leapt as Daisy entered with Lily, their smiles mirroring each other as they approached. Daisy's voice was gentle, her words laced with sweetness as she chatted with him, but there was a spark of playful intent in her gaze.   Alex's face heated up even more under their combined attention. He felt every inch of his vulnerability as Daisy's eyes scanned him, her smile deepening in amusement.   Suddenly, Daisy's eyes widened in surprise. "Alex," she said with a teasing smile, "you're completely smooth." She glanced at Lily, eyebrows raised in realization.   "Oh, did I forget to mention?" Lily said with a grin. "I thought it would be perfect—little ones like Alexy here should be smooth-skinned, don't you think?"   Alex's eyes grew wide with shock, and his face flushed even more as he realized how thoroughly they had planned his new appearance. Daisy looked back at him, her smile soft but approving. "Lily, you're absolutely right," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.   Lily left the room momentarily while Daisy helped Alex out of the bath, wrapping him in a large, fluffy towel. The towel was soft and warm, cocooning him in a way that only made him feel smaller. They led him back to the bedroom, where Daisy had laid out his new outfit: a fresh diaper, pink plastic panties, high-waisted pink jeans, a soft top with a pink bra, and a cozy pink hoodie, all carefully chosen to match.   Daisy motioned toward the bed, her smile warm but expectant. "Lie down, Alexy," she instructed, her tone gentle but firm.   His heart raced as he lay down, his face flushed as Daisy prepared to dress him in his new attire, every detail reinforcing his helplessness and their careful control. As each layer was added, he felt the weight of their authority, the tenderness mingling with the undeniable power they held over him.   Wrapped in the soft pink fabric, his embarrassment was tempered by a strange sense of security as he felt their attention surround him, unwavering and complete.   As Alex stood upright, Daisy's hands moved deftly to adjust the fit of his outfit. His thickly padded bottom arched perfectly, hugging his hips in a way that surprised him, adding an undeniable curve beneath the snug sweater. The soft, stretchy fabric clung to his torso, while a small, delicate bra beneath created a subtle lift, hinting at feminine curves he hadn't known he could show. The pressure of the padding and the slight tightness of the sweater made him hyper-aware of every shift and movement, grounding him in this new, unfamiliar feeling.   Lily entered the room with a focused, almost pleased look as she took her seat in a chair nearby. Alex, feeling the anticipation build, sat on the edge of the bed, his hands nervously gripping the blanket beneath him as Lily began applying makeup with a steady hand. She glanced up at him, offering a soft, encouraging smile that eased his tension just a bit.   Each brushstroke was a gentle sensation against his skin, cool powders and creams blending to soften his features. The light scent of the cosmetics surrounded him, floral and slightly sweet, making the experience feel surreal. The quiet buzz of the room, punctuated only by the occasional tap of a makeup brush, created an intimate atmosphere, and he could feel a warm flush creep up his cheeks. He stayed silent as Lily worked, her hands steady and purposeful, her quiet hums of approval making him feel like he was being carefully, skillfully transformed.   After what felt like an eternity, Lily stepped back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She took a moment to fix his short hair, arranging it in a way that framed his face and softened his look even further. "Take a look," she said, tilting the mirror towards him.   When Alex looked up, he felt his breath catch. The person staring back looked so different, almost unrecognizable. His reflection was feminine, with delicate, striking features brought out by the makeup. The soft pinks and bold colors Lily had chosen highlighted his eyes, making them look larger, almost mesmerizing. His lips, now subtly tinted, appeared fuller, giving his face an allure that felt both strange and powerful. There was a hint of something provocative in the look, a daring edge that left him feeling exposed, yet oddly fascinated.   For a moment, he reached up, touching his face as if to confirm it was truly his own reflection staring back. The unfamiliar feeling of the soft makeup against his fingertips sent a shiver through him. His heart raced as he glanced away, feeling an unexpected thrill mixed with embarrassment. How could he look this... different? This bold?   Lily's approving gaze caught his eye, her smile growing. "It... doesn't even look like me," he whispered, still trying to process the transformation.   "Exactly," Lily replied, a knowing smile in her eyes. "That's the beauty of it."   The room felt still as he continued to study himself, noticing every small detail—how his softened eyes looked both innocent and daring, the faint shimmer of blush on his cheeks that gave him a healthy, rosy glow. For the first time, he began to wonder what others might see if they looked at him like this. And as the thought sank in, he felt both excitement and a strange sense of vulnerability.   Daisy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Alex, a warm smile spreading across her face. She'd clearly enjoyed the changes in him over the weekend, and the glint in her eye said she had plans to take it a step further.   "Are you ready?" Lily asked, a playful lilt in her voice.   Daisy nodded, grinning as she glanced back at Alex. "Oh, he's ready."   Alex, noticing the look they exchanged, felt a pang of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. "What's going on?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.   They both turned to him, sharing a secret smile. "We're going out for a bit of shopping," Daisy replied.   Alex's eyes widened as the realization hit him. "No! No way!"   Daisy stepped closer, gently placing a finger against his lips, silencing his protests. Her touch was soft but firm, and before he could protest further, she leaned in, pressing a brief but tender kiss to his lips. Her other hand found its way to the front of his pants, her fingers lingering just enough to make his pulse quicken.   "I guess you'll do everything to make me happy," she murmured, her tone equal parts affection and teasing.   Alex found himself nodding, caught somewhere between excitement and vulnerability, a strange thrill stirring in his chest. He was aware of every detail—the snug fit of his clothes, the slight rustle of fabric as he moved, and the soft squeak of the diaper underneath, each sound reminding him of the unfamiliar yet strangely comforting situation he was in.   "Good," Daisy said with a satisfied smile. "From now on, you're Alexy. We're going out for some shopping, and we'll take our time, maybe look around, enjoy ourselves."   Before he could respond, they were ushering him out of the house and into the car. Alex sank into the seat, feeling the tension in his clothes as he adjusted, the tightness reminding him of how exposed he felt in this role. Yet, as they started driving, he felt a strange sense of ease settle over him. With Daisy and Lily's warm, playful energy, it felt almost like an adventure—a safe space where he could let go and simply be.   He glanced out the window, trying to focus on the scenery rushing past, but his thoughts kept returning to the faint squeaks and soft rustling sounds. Every small reminder of his outfit made him feel more vulnerable, yet there was a part of him, deep down, that was excited by the experience. He didn't fully understand it, but he trusted Daisy and Lily, and that trust was enough to keep his doubts at bay.   Daisy reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, grounding him in the moment. She looked at him with an encouraging smile. "Just relax and enjoy it, Alexy," she said softly. "We're going to have a wonderful day."   Alex exhaled, his initial nerves easing as he met her gaze. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. With Daisy and Lily by his side, he felt safe, even if he was a little out of his comfort zone. As the car continued down the road, he settled back, ready to see where the day would take them.         As they pulled up to the store, Daisy gave Alex an encouraging smile—a reminder that he wasn't in this alone. This whole experience was new, thrilling, and a bit terrifying, but with Daisy and her sister Lily by his side, he knew he'd be safe—even if he was slightly on edge around Lily.   They stepped into the store, where Daisy stayed close, her presence grounding him. With her by his side, he could lean into this vulnerability, his excitement tinged with a little fear. As they wandered the aisles, Daisy and Lily kept things light, filling the space with laughter and playful remarks. Alex felt himself relax, appreciating Daisy's gentle, reassuring dominance, the way she knew how to make him feel both excited and safe.   Then, Daisy spotted something and her eyes lit up with a mischievous sparkle. She turned to Alex, holding up a set of colorful clothes. "What do you think, Alexy?" she asked, her tone both teasing and warm.   Alex's face flushed, but he couldn't deny the thrill that bubbled up within him. It was slightly embarrassing, but he felt a strange, liberating excitement about giving up control this way. "I... I think it's a little much," he murmured, his lips betraying a nervous smile.   Lily, however, took his hesitation as an opportunity. She smirked and nudged him. "Come on, it's just for fun," she teased, her tone laced with a hint of something more. "Besides, we know you secretly enjoy it."   There was a hard edge to Lily's teasing that always unsettled Alex. He knew she was aware of his dynamic with Daisy, and though her playful cruelty made him uncomfortable, he couldn't shake the thrill that came with it. But as Daisy watched him, her gaze softened, reassuring him, and it was impossible to resist. With a small nod, he took the clothes and headed for the fitting room, his cheeks heating up at their encouragement. Alone in the fitting room, he took a deep breath, surrendering to the feeling that Daisy was guiding him toward—a mixture of trust, excitement, and something he hadn't fully admitted to himself.   When he emerged, Daisy clapped her hands, her eyes shining with approval. "You look adorable!"   Lily, however, saw her chance for more mischief. Leaning in, she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, "Does the little one need a diaper check?" Her words were a cruel mix of sweetness and bite, making his cheeks burn. But Daisy stepped in, her hand on his shoulder in a soft reassurance. "Don't listen to her, Alex," she said, giving him a smile that was all warmth.   But the teasing continued, with Lily pushing his buttons, testing his limits. Her words made him feel embarrassed, yet Daisy's calm presence balanced it out, making him feel a strange kind of safety amidst the tension. He found himself leaning into it more than he thought he would, giving up control while Daisy was there to hold him steady.   Then, out of the blue, a familiar voice called out. "Daisy, is that you?" Alex's heart skipped as he watched a tall, handsome man approach them. Daisy's face lit up, and she greeted him with a smile. "Hi, Simon!" she replied, her voice bright.   Introductions were made, and Alex felt a twist of jealousy mixed with excitement. This was his first time seeing Daisy interact like this, and there was something electrifying about the way she flirted openly. Her laughter and the warmth in her eyes stirred something in him he couldn't quite put into words. But then, as Lily came up to him, her voice dropped to a quiet, mocking tone. "Look at them," she sneered, "Daisy wants a real man. Now, be a good little sissy and wet yourself, or I'll make sure everyone knows just how much you need Mommy to take care of you."   Alex's heart pounded, feeling his face go red, but he felt himself slip into that feeling Daisy had cultivated—a strange thrill mixed with trust, even with Lily's harsher approach. Despite his jealousy, his respect for Daisy and desire to please her pushed him over the edge, letting himself lean into that vulnerability.   As Simon walked away, he invited Daisy to a party that evening, and Alex couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous about it. Parties were unfamiliar territory, especially one where he'd be stepping into a world where his submission to Daisy might be exposed. Daisy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, Alexy. We're all in this together." Her words were a comfort, a reminder of the balance between his vulnerability and her care.   Lily, however, had a mischievous glint in her eye as she added, "It'll be fun, Alexy. Just wait and see." The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls as Alex sat on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding with a nervous energy he couldn’t shake. Tonight’s party weighed heavily on his mind. He’d be going out in public, dressed in women’s clothes, made up to look like a woman. The mere thought sent a surge of anxiety through him—this was so far beyond the private moments he’d once shared with Daisy, times that felt safe and controlled. And though he felt a flicker of discomfort knowing that Lily had taken charge of finding the clothes, her involvement added an unsettling edge to the whole night.   Lily had changed over the past few weeks, becoming bolder, more assertive, and he wasn’t sure if Daisy had noticed the shift. When Daisy’s back was turned, Lily would lean close, her voice a low, taunting whisper. “You’re such a pathetic little sissy,” she’d say, each word slicing through his defenses. “You should be on your knees, serving Daisy. She deserves a real man, someone who can give her what she wants.” The words stung, filled with a mocking cruelty that sent his thoughts spiraling. And just when he thought he could ignore her, she’d lean in again, her lips close to his ear, and ask, “Is the little sissy wetting her diaper?”   The worst part, the part he barely wanted to admit even to himself, was that her taunts had a strange effect on him. He hated the words, hated the way they made him feel vulnerable, exposed… and yet, a thrill shot through his body each time she whispered, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and forbidden excitement. She seemed to know it, too, watching him with a smirk as he struggled to keep his composure, his cheeks flushed, his breath coming in shallow gasps.   Yet through all this, he found comfort in Daisy. Her warmth, her love—it was his anchor. With Daisy, he felt safe, cherished. But even with her, there were moments where he felt she was pushing his boundaries, testing how far she could take things. As much as he trusted her, he couldn’t ignore the gnawing apprehension, the feeling that tonight might push him further than he was ready for.   He was lost in thought when Daisy stepped into the room, her presence like a soothing balm. She walked over, her eyes warm and bright, her smile softening the edges of his worry. Bending down, she took out the pacifier from his mouth, her fingers brushing his cheek in a gentle caress. “Did my little Alexy have a good nap?” she murmured, her voice so tender it nearly brought tears to his eyes.   Before he could answer, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a playful dominance that made his heart flutter. Her hand drifted down, resting on the front of his diaper, and she gave a gentle press, feeling the crinkle beneath her fingers. “Well, someone’s had an accident,” she teased, her tone sweet and playful. “Time to get up. Go shower while I change. The party’s not far off.”   The reminder jolted him back to reality, a fresh wave of nerves rising in his chest. But when Daisy pulled back the covers and helped him to his feet, her touch warm and steady, he felt a flicker of reassurance. She led him to the bathroom, and he clung to the steadiness of her presence, hoping it would be enough to calm his racing heart.   Daisy undressed as well, slipping off her clothes with a natural grace that held his gaze, her movements so confident, so sure. Her curves, the gentle lines of her body—he was captivated, his worries momentarily forgotten. She stepped into the shower beside him, the steam swirling around them as she looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with a spark he hadn’t seen in years. It was something playful, almost mischievous, but with a hint of excitement that left him breathless.   When they stepped out, she began to dry off, her eyes never leaving his as she moved. She lifted her leg onto the counter to shave, positioning herself in front of him, making it impossible for him to look away. She was beautiful, every movement deliberate, each glance a silent invitation. As she moved the razor lower, her gaze held his, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Is mommy hot?” she asked, her voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down his spine. “Is your Daisy hot?”   He swallowed, his mouth dry, unable to look away. “Yes… yes, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. His heart raced, his mind hazy from her beauty, her commanding presence.   Her smile widened, and she leaned down, her face close to his, lifting his chin with a gentle but firm finger. “Would you really do anything, my obedient little sissy?” she asked, her voice soft yet filled with power. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he nodded, too captivated to resist.   “Good girl,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his in a possessive kiss that made him forget everything else. “I’m proud of you.” She pulled back, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “No matter what happens tonight, remember that I love you. But you have to trust me and follow my lead, okay?”   In that moment, he could only nod, her warmth and strength calming his nerves. Yet, deep down, he knew that tonight would test the very limits of his trust, and a part of him feared he might not be ready for what lay ahead.             As Daisy stood before him, dressed in alluring lingerie and stockings, Alex felt a surge of emotions wash over him—a mixture of excitement and humiliation that left him feeling breathless. Her confident smile made his heart pound, and he knew she could see the desire he tried to hide. She leaned in close, her bra pressed her butifule breast’s as her voice soft yet laced with authority, whispering, “You like mommy’s outfit?”   She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she turned to the mirror, adjusting her stockings and garters with precise, practiced movements. Each tug and adjustment was intentional, drawing his eyes to the delicate lace and sheer fabric that framed her figure perfectly. She was everything he desired and more, and the fact that she held all the power over him made him feel small, vulnerable, and utterly captivated.   Alex couldn’t look away. He was caught in the spell of her beauty and dominance, feeling his cheeks flush as she slipped into a crisp white blouse, leaving just enough buttons undone to reveal a hint of her black bra underneath. She smoothed up a sleek black skirt that hugged her hips, stopping at her knees. As she added the finishing touches to her makeup—elegant eyeliner and a bold red lipstick—she caught his gaze in the mirror and smirked.   “Now, it’s my little sissy’s turn,” she said, turning to him with a gleam in her eye that made him shiver.   With deliberate slowness, she stepped toward him and straightened his diaper, adjusting it with a gentle yet commanding touch. Each crinkle under her fingertips seemed louder in the silence, a reminder of his vulnerable state. She ran her hand down the front of his diaper, pausing as she felt the subtle, helpless response he couldn’t control. Her smile widened knowingly.   “Oh, I think my little sissy likes this even more than he admits,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful authority. “You’re practically trembling.”   Her words sent a jolt through him. He felt both cherished and humiliated, like a prized possession under her control. Daisy traced her fingers down his cheek, her touch gentle yet firm, reinforcing the power she held over him.   “Such a good little one,” she cooed, her fingers tracing over his shoulders and down his arms as if inspecting her handiwork. “It’s adorable how easily you melt when mommy takes charge.”   Each of her words made him feel smaller, her teasing sinking in and amplifying his helplessness. She took his hand, guiding him gently off the bed, and he felt his cheeks grow hotter under her gaze. Standing before her, he could only watch as she inspected him, a satisfied smile on her face as she adjusted his outfit with care.   “Look at you, blushing already,” she said, her tone a mix of affection and playful condescension. “Only my special little one gets dressed up like this. Don’t you feel lucky?”         Daisy squatted down, lifting his foot and guiding a pair of smooth black pantyhose up his legs, her fingers lingering just enough to make him feel vulnerable under her gaze. The fabric was sleek and slightly cool, hugging his skin tightly with an opening at the front and back. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she adjusted the waistband, a sly smile playing on her lips. He felt a strange thrill, both exposed and somehow safe under her attentive control.   Next came a black bra, which she carefully adjusted on his chest, straightening the straps and smoothing the fabric with gentle, possessive touches. A corset followed, wrapping firmly around his torso as she pulled each lace taut, the gradual tightening accentuating a lovely, feminine curve in his figure. The slight constriction left him feeling both exposed and oddly supported, a sense of being held securely in place under Daisy’s watchful eye.   As she finished lacing him up, Daisy slipped a tight, slim white blouse over his shoulders, buttoning it carefully down his chest. The blouse clung to his new curves, creating soft, beautiful lines that left him speechless. Daisy’s smile widened as she tilted her head, clearly pleased as she examined her work. Her fingers lingered a moment longer on the blouse, a small gesture that felt almost affectionate.   “Perfect,” she murmured, her gaze flicking back to his face. “Now let’s add the finishing touches.”   She reached for a light, knee-length black school skirt with two white stripes at the hem. The skirt swished lightly against his thighs as she helped him into it, completing the look with a pair of platform shoes that added to the illusion of schoolgirl innocence. As he adjusted to the feeling of the outfit—the weight of the skirt, the tightness of the corset—he felt a flood of new emotions, a mix of humiliation and exhilaration.   Just as he was beginning to find his footing in the unfamiliar ensemble, Lily entered the room. Her eyes sparkled with a delighted intensity as she took in the sight before her, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. Her gaze lingered over him, as if savoring the vulnerability he couldn’t hide, and he felt as though the floor had dropped out beneath him. A warm blush crept up his cheeks, spreading with a strange, thrilling sense of helplessness as she looked him up and down with a predatory glint.   “Now you’re going to be our beautiful little schoolgirl,” Lily said, her tone laced with amusement and command. Her voice was soft but edged with an authority that sent a shiver through him. She stepped forward, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently guiding him to sit in a nearby chair. The plush cushion beneath him only seemed to amplify his awareness of the skirt’s light fabric and the snugness of his outfit.   As he settled in the chair, Lily leaned in close, tracing her fingers along his jawline with delicate precision. Her concentration as she began to apply his makeup only added to his feeling of helpless anticipation. He could feel her fingers steadying his chin, her gaze sharp and focused, as if crafting an image of him she’d envisioned for a long time. She finished with a soft stroke of lipstick, stepping back with a satisfied smile.   “All done,” she declared, standing back to admire him.   Daisy stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with a mix of possession and amusement as she looked him over. “Let’s see what our little sissy looks like all dressed up,” she purred. Her tone had slipped into something warm yet commanding, an almost affectionate possessiveness. She leaned closer, her red lips hovering near his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine as she whispered.   “Tonight, you’re all mine, little sissy,” she murmured, her voice a soft, commanding promise. “And we’re going to have so much fun making sure you remember exactly who’s in charge.”   Her fingers trailed slowly down his arm, her nails grazing his skin lightly before lingering at his wrist, capturing his hand with a firm, guiding grip. Each touch, each whisper, seemed to weave him deeper into her thrall, leaving him utterly captivated by the confidence radiating from her every move.   As she led him across the room, each step seemed to heighten his anticipation, his cheeks flushed as he followed obediently. Daisy’s hand was warm, and her grip reminded him exactly who held control. Her movements were graceful, yet carried a possessive edge that made him feel as though he was entirely hers, her cherished and obedient little one.   With each sensation—the soft swish of the skirt against his thighs, the corset pressing around his waist, the subtle weight of the platform shoes—he felt himself slipping further into the role they had placed him in. And, despite the lingering embarrassment, he realized with a surge of excitement that nothing thrilled him more than being their beautiful little sissy schoolgirl, entirely under their spell.   He was lifted up and guided to the mirror, and the reflection that met his eyes was both shocking and mesmerizing. It was hard to believe the transformation was possible, yet here he stood—the tight blouse with the small, rounded shape of the bra giving him the appearance of a young schoolgirl. The light skirt skimmed over the rustling diaper beneath, concealing it well as long as he didn’t bend forward, and even gave him a slight curve at the back. But it was his face that unsettled him the most. The makeup accentuated a dark, sultry look, with bold purples and deep red lips that seemed to hint at something secret, something forbidden. If he’d met this girl out in the world, he would have thought she held hidden desires, the kind that came alive only in the late hours.   He almost didn’t recognize himself. The short hair styled into a pixie cut added an unexpected touch, framing his face with a rebellious, playful edge. He actually looked like a sassy, confident girl—a striking, enticing figure—but a voice deep inside pushed back: This isn’t me. I’m not… this girl.   A flicker of panic rose in his chest as he stared at the girl in the mirror. Would he ever be able to return to his old self, to be Daisy’s man again? Or was this who he was now, who he’d have to be whenever she wanted? The thought unsettled him, making him wonder how much of his old life might slip away if he kept surrendering to her whims.   As he turned, ready to protest, Daisy leaned forward, her breath warm as she whispered into his ear. “Look at you. You’re beautiful. I love your new look. I’m so proud of you, my girl,” she murmured, her voice laced with affection and pride.   The gentle authority in her voice stopped him in his tracks, his intended protests catching in his throat. Somehow, hearing her genuine approval softened his resistance, pulling him back into their world of playful control. She smoothed his skirt down slightly, adjusting the fabric with a small, knowing smile that reminded him of her dominance. Before he could gather himself, Daisy took his arm, her hand firm but warm, and together they walked out of the room to where her mother and Lily were waiting.   As they neared, he caught a faint whiff of perfume, and he could feel the weight of the makeup on his face, the unfamiliar glide of lipstick on his lips. Every detail reinforced the transformation he saw in the mirror, grounding him in this unfamiliar role. His heart pounded as he tried to focus on the click of his shoes instead of the person he’d just seen staring back at him.   Daisy’s mother looked him over, nodding with a warm, indulgent smile. “She’s lovely,” she said, her tone as reassuring as it was unsettling. “I hope she has a deliciously tantalizing evening.”   Before he could react, Lily stepped closer, looking him up and down with a mischievous smirk. “Oh, he looks perfect,” she said, drawing out the words with a giggle. “Like a total slutty schoolgirl.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly relishing his embarrassment.   His cheeks flushed hot, the red only adding to the makeup’s intensity, making him look even more the part. He felt Daisy’s hand squeeze his arm, grounding him, her touch reminding him that he was exactly where she wanted him to be. Lily’s laughter rang in his ears, making his heart race with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.   As they headed to the car, he cast a quick glance back at Daisy, who gave him an encouraging nod and a gentle smile, while Lily’s laughter trailed behind them. His heart pounded with both nerves and a strange thrill as he surrendered to the plans Daisy had in store for him. The party was in full swing when Alex—now “Alexy”—found himself standing awkwardly beside Daisy, feeling out of place in his skirt and blouse, his cheeks already flushed with embarrassment. The thick diaper beneath his skirt felt heavy and humiliating, each step making him fear that someone would notice, a constant reminder of his role for the evening. As he watched, Daisy laughed and leaned into her ex, Simon, who had his arm casually draped over her, his hand grazing her lower back and sometimes slipping lower. Alex’s stomach twisted with jealousy, but one sharp look from Daisy held him in check, her eyes gleaming with excitement.   “Stay in character, Alexy,” she’d whispered earlier with a sly grin. “Tonight, you’re here for my fun.”   She’d introduced him to the others as her “girl” for the night, and each curious glance sent his way felt laced with both intrigue and mocking amusement. Across the room, Simon cast a smirk in his direction, clearly entertained by the unusual “friend” Daisy had brought along. And Daisy seemed to delight in it, letting Simon’s hands roam, even when they drifted dangerously close to the hem of her tight skirt, stoking Alex’s jealousy and helpless arousal.   After some time, Daisy’s sister Lily joined them, flashing Alex a smirk filled with playful malice. Lily had always been unkind to him, something Daisy had once explained as lingering resentment from her ex-boyfriend’s submissive tendencies. But tonight, Lily’s edge seemed sharper, her words laced with a cold satisfaction. Daisy had whispered to him that she’d given Lily “permission” to push his boundaries tonight, which made his heart pound with nervous anticipation.   Soon after, a man who had been watching him all evening approached. “Care to dance, Alexy?” he asked with a playful smile, holding out a hand. Alex’s cheeks turned crimson, and he hesitated, but Daisy gave him a small nod from across the room, her gaze unyielding.   “You heard him, Alexy,” Daisy’s voice called out, laced with a commanding edge. “Go on.”   With a reluctant smile, Alex took the man’s hand, letting himself be led into the crowd. As they danced, he felt the man’s hands slide over his waist, his shoulders, and even rest lightly on his chest, each touch sending a shiver through him. He was mortified, especially when he felt the man’s fingers brushing just above his skirt, hovering near the humiliating bulk of his diaper. The man leaned close, his breath warm against Alex’s cheek. “You’re dressed to play, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice tinged with amusement.   When Alex finally escaped, he found Daisy on the couch beside Simon, who was holding her close, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. The sight made his stomach churn, and he leaned in close, whispering, “I don’t like this. Can we stop now?”   Daisy’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Why? I’m loving it,” she whispered back, her tone sultry and daring. She took his hand, guiding it under her skirt to press against the damp fabric of her panties. The wetness there was undeniable, making Alex’s heart race as he realized just how aroused she was by his discomfort and submission.   “Now go,” she murmured, her voice firm but gentle, “I want you to enjoy being my little toy tonight.”   Moments later, Lily called everyone’s attention. “Let’s play a game!” she announced, her grin widening as she grabbed an empty bottle from the table and spun it on the floor. When it pointed to Simon, she let out a laugh, turning to him with a wicked glint. “Kiss Daisy,” she ordered.   Daisy’s surprised glance quickly turned mischievous as she met Alex’s gaze, then leaned in to kiss Simon, letting it linger in a way that made Alex’s jealousy flare. Simon’s hand drifted up her thigh as they kissed, and Daisy didn’t stop him, only deepening the kiss as she flashed Alex a knowing look.   When they broke apart, Simon spun the bottle, and it landed on Alex. His heart skipped a beat as Simon’s smirk widened, looking between Alex and the man who had asked him to dance earlier.   “Alright, Alexy,” Simon drawled, his tone teasing, “give him a kiss.”   Alex glanced at Daisy, silently pleading, but she only smiled, her eyes glinting with pleasure. “Go on, Alexy,” she urged. “Show us how committed you are.”   As he approached the man, Alex felt the flush of humiliation deepen, but he couldn’t deny a thrill stirring within him. When the man wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, Alex felt himself sinking into the kiss, his embarrassment mixing with a surprising sense of arousal. The man’s tongue teased his, and Alex could feel his heart pounding, an unexpected excitement filling him. This wasn’t just humiliation anymore—it was something more, something that Daisy’s control and his submission were pulling out of him, stirring desires he hadn’t fully realized before.   When he finally pulled back, he saw Daisy watching him with a look of pride, her smile widening at the sight of his flushed face. Lily’s eyes gleamed, clearly reveling in the unfolding drama, while Simon looked on with smug amusement. Alex was trapped in this game, each moment pushing him deeper into Daisy’s world, a world where his submission was her pleasure and his humility was her thrill.   As the game went on, Alex found himself sinking deeper into a haze of jealousy, shame, and a strange, unexpected arousal. Watching Daisy lean against Simon as he wrapped an arm around her waist and let his fingers dance over her thigh, Alex’s insides twisted. Simon’s touch on Daisy was possessive, confident, and the way she reacted—smiling, leaning into him, letting his hands explore—made Alex feel as though he were being replaced. And yet, somehow, the humiliation only seemed to heighten his emotions, stirring something strange and confusing deep within him.   Lily seemed to be picking up on every blush, every flicker of jealousy in his eyes. With a smirk, she suddenly clapped her hands, drawing everyone’s attention. “I think it’s time to turn things up a notch. What do you say, Alexy?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful menace.   Before he could answer, she pulled a blindfold from her bag and approached him with a wicked smile. “This’ll make the game a bit more interesting,” she said, not waiting for him to respond before she slipped the blindfold over his eyes, leaving him in darkness. Alex’s pulse raced as he felt the room grow still, the anticipation building with every passing second.   He felt someone take his hands, guiding him gently, and soon he was on his knees, his senses heightened by the loss of sight. The whispers and quiet chuckles around him only amplified his humiliation. A soft object was suddenly pressed into his hands. Realization dawned, and his cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment as he recognized the unmistakable shape of a dildo. The humiliation of holding it onto a table in front of everyone made his stomach churn, but his hesitation was met with Lily’s playful, taunting voice in his ear.   “Come on, Alexy,” she cooed, “give it a try.”   The room’s quiet murmurs grew louder as he complied, his fingers trembling as he held the toy, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. Somewhere nearby, he could hear Simon and Daisy, their voices low and intimate. He knew, even without seeing, that Simon’s hands were all over her, touching her in ways Alex could only dream of. His jealousy mixed with a strange excitement, each humiliating act blurring his feelings further.   Daisy’s voice broke through the haze, a sultry, breathless laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, Alexy,” she murmured from the couch behind the table, her voice tinged with arousal. “You’re doing so well.” There was a strange pride in her voice that sent a shiver down his spine, mingling his embarrassment with something deeper.   As the game continued, Lily leaned close again, her breath warm against his cheek. “Why don’t you play with it a little more?” she whispered, her tone thick with amusement. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”   Mortified, Alex complied, feeling the weight of every gaze in the room. Lily’s suggestions only grew bolder, her voice soft but insistent, guiding him in ways that left him feeling even more exposed but his lips opened up and and let them gently slide down the dildo that was shaped like a cock. The sound of whistling and clapping only got louder as he went on, which actually made him work even harder.   Meanwhile, he could hear Daisy moan softly, Simon’s hands clearly exploring her with growing intensity as Alex could hear, “I love watching you like this,” she whispered to him, her voice barely audible but laced with excitement, clearly turned on by Alex’s submission.   Lily’s laughter broke through his thoughts. “Maybe we should make it even more interesting,” she suggested, looking around with a wicked smile. She glanced at Daisy, who gave a small, encouraging nod, her eyes gleaming.   As Alex knelt there, every beat of his heart seemed amplified, each one echoing with Daisy’s unspoken commands. The blindfold over his eyes left him vulnerable, his senses reaching out, grasping for anything to anchor himself. But with every sound, every whisper and shifting of bodies around him, he felt himself pulled deeper into the haze Daisy had created. His fingers tightened around the dildo in his hands and his lips worked even harder. Sounds of boys gave him a humiliating reminder of just how far he was willing to go to satisfy Daisy’s desire to control him. The weight of her expectations pressed down on him, a silent force as tangible as gravity, pulling him into submission. His lips and tongue just worked harder while saliva just ran down the dildo.   Daisy’s soft laughter drifted through the room, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Even without seeing her, he could feel the power she held over him. She was enjoying every second, pushing his boundaries and testing his limits, knowing that he’d do anything to remain in her good graces. Every time she let Simon’s hand wander over her, touching her in ways Alex could only dream of, she did it deliberately, her gaze flicking back to him as if daring him to look away. She knew it was tearing him up inside, yet she fed on that jealousy, watching him fall further, watching him become the submissive “Alexy” she had molded him into.   Lily leaned close to him, her fingers brushing against his cheek as she whispered tauntingly, her words a knife edge of cruelty softened by her sweet tone. She reveled in his humiliation, her voice carrying a playful menace as she goaded him. She loved pushing him, testing his resolve, enjoying the flickers of embarrassment that crossed his face. Her hands guided his, positioning the dildo deeper, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered instructions, each one more humiliating than the last. The past wounds from her ex-boyfriend seemed to find a dark release in Alex’s submission, her enjoyment apparent as she teased him relentlessly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction each time he obeyed.   Around him, he could sense the gaze of others, their eyes lingering on him, not as Alex, but as the submissive “Alexy” Daisy had crafted for their amusement. They didn’t see him as the person he used to be; they saw someone malleable, someone open to their whims, someone desperate for approval. The way he held himself, his obedient posture, only encouraged their interest, their anticipation palpable as they watched him, waiting for him to stumble, waiting to see just how far he would let Daisy push him.   Daisy’s moans grew louder, drawing Alex’s attention back to her, the sound searing into his mind. A sound of fingers played in a wet pussy in a uninhibited pleasure made his chest tighten with jealousy, yet he couldn’t deny the thrill it brought. Daisy’s gaze met his over Simon’s shoulder, her eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and something almost loving, an acknowledgment of the hold she had over him. She could feel the conflict in his body—the shame, the jealousy, and, most intoxicating of all, the spark of reluctant pleasure that began to surface.   As the laughter of nearby boys echoed around them, Alex’s stomach churned, his heart pounding like a drum. He could feel Lily’s firm grip on his head who slowly pressed his lips deeper onto the dildo. Slowly her hand followed as his head gently went up and down until Alex suddenly felt her hand push his head further down, the dildo pushed further into his throat as he began to began to panic. Her hand continued to push him down until she finally let go and his head came up.   Lily came behind his hips, lifting his bottom and holding him in place, leaving him no room to move or hide. “Did i say you could stop sucking the dildo! No, continue!”   His face flushed hot with embarrassment as he felt his skirt being lifted, exposing the crinkling diaper beneath. The cool air hitting his skin only magnified his shame, a stark reminder of just how exposed he was in this humiliating position.   “Sorry, guys,” Lily teased, her voice lilting with a mixture of amusement and mockery. “But this slut has been punished to wear a diaper, so she’s not ready for you, unfortunately.” Her words lingered in the air, drawing quiet chuckles and murmurs from the onlookers. Alex’s heartbeat thundered in his chest, his face burning as he realized the full extent of his vulnerability. He felt stripped bare under her mocking gaze, every inch of him on display.   “But, Alexy,” she continued, leaning in with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “you’re dry. I think you should use your diaper. Show us what it’s for.” Her command was casual, almost sweet, but the words hit him like a wave, washing over him with both dread and an undeniable thrill he wished he could ignore.   A knot tightened in his stomach as he felt his body betray him, warmth spreading through the diaper, filling it completely. The shame was overwhelming, and the dampness mixed with an even deeper layer of humiliation—he couldn’t deny the evidence of his earlier excitement. The thick, damp padding hugged him tightly, amplifying every movement and shift, reminding him of his helplessness. His senses were heightened, each crinkle echoing in his ears like a taunt, as if the diaper itself was reveling in his submission.   Lily watched him with a satisfied grin, her gaze locked onto his face as he squirmed under her scrutiny. There was a certain sparkle in her tone, a sound of complete control that made Alex’s heart skip a beat. She leaned in close, her voice a low, intimate whisper meant for him alone. “Good slut,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down his back with a slow, deliberate touch that sent a shiver through him. The blend of shame, excitement, and that strange, twisted thrill tangled within him, leaving him breathless and at her mercy.   In the background, a few boys exchanged amused glances, their quiet whispers and knowing looks adding another layer to his mortification. One of them nudged another, nodding toward Alex with a mix of confusion and amusement. Alex wanted a quick glance at Daisy, why didn’t she stop this? But he could not hear her voice. Her presence felt gone and intensified the surreal feeling of vulnerability.   His mind raced as he tried to steady himself, searching for some shred of composure, but his body betrayed him again with each small shift. The thick, damp padding clung to him, pressing into his skin with a warmth that was both humiliating and strangely grounding. He was painfully aware of every crinkle, every small movement amplifying his vulnerability.   Lily’s grin widened as she savored his discomfort, clearly reveling in the power she held over him. Her hands lingered, her movements slow and deliberate, making it clear that this moment was hers to control. The world around him faded into a blur of muted laughter and whispers, leaving him utterly at her mercy, his emotions tangled in a web of shame, excitement, and helpless surrender.   When Lily finally lifted his head, what had felt like forever, she took off the hood. Alex blinked against the sudden light, his gaze adjusting to the scene before him. Kneeling on the floor, he saw the faces of those gathered around him, their expressions a mix of intrigue and satisfaction. The crowd clapped and whistled, some men clutching their pants, eyes lingering on him with unmistakable excitement. Beside him, Lily stood with a subtle smile, her eyes glinting with satisfaction, but Alex couldn’t see Daisy at first. He looked around, heart pounding, until he finally spotted her, striding toward him with Simon close behind.   Daisy’s face softened as she reached him, and Simon leaned in, giving her a kiss that held a hint of ownership. Alex’s heart twisted with a potent mix of jealousy and excitement, stirring something deep within him. He couldn’t ignore the thrill he felt watching Daisy with someone else, even as it left him feeling vulnerable and uncertain.   Daisy then turned to him, brushing her fingers along his cheek, her touch both gentle and commanding. Her eyes lingered on his, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two in the room.   “You’ve been so good tonight, Alex,” she murmured, her voice warm yet firm. “And because you’ve been so good, you’re going to get a special surprise.”   As she spoke, her hand slid to his chin, lifting his face to meet her eyes, and he felt a thrill of anticipation. The way she looked at him, with that steady, knowing gaze, made him feel both cherished and entirely at her mercy. Daisy smiled and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. With a few deft movements, she adjusted his skirt, smoothing it into place with the kind of careful attention that made him feel cared for and controlled all at once. His heart beat faster under her touch, the closeness and quiet power in her movements drawing him deeper into her influence.   With a final nod to the crowd, Daisy bid everyone goodbye, her hand never leaving his as the three of them—Daisy, Alex, and Lily—left for home.   When they finally stepped into the quiet of their room, the lingering scents and warmth surrounded him like a cocoon. Daisy’s expression shifted to something softer, though her control was still apparent in her gaze. She helped Alex out of his clothes, each piece removed with a purposeful grace, as if she were peeling away the last remnants of his inhibitions. When he reached for his diaper, she gently stopped him, her hand firm on his.   “Leave it on,” she ordered, her voice a soft but unyielding command. The wet padding clung to him, swollen with the weight of the night, and the sensation made him acutely aware of her dominance. There was no escape from her influence, no hiding the vulnerable state he was in, and he found that he didn’t want to.   Alex sat obediently on the edge of the bed, watching as Daisy undressed in front of him. She took her time, sliding each piece of clothing off with graceful ease, leaving him to admire her as she finally stood bare before him. The dim light cast a warm glow over her, framing her in a way that made his heart race. He felt his pulse quicken as she approached, her fingers trailing along his cheek before resting on his shoulder, a silent assurance that he was exactly where she wanted him to be.   He leaned forward, pressing a reverent kiss to her belly, his lips soft against her skin as her hand glided through his hair in approval. The tenderness of her touch sent a surge of gratitude through him, grounding him in the moment and making him feel deeply connected to her.   Daisy lying down on the bed and spreading her legs slowly, her gaze never leaving his. The quiet authority in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.   “Lick me,” she said, her words charged with both tenderness and command.   As he lowered himself between her legs, he felt a wave of devotion and surrender, knowing he was precisely where she wanted him, and exactly where he wanted to be.   As his tongue slowly began to work, he tasted something unexpected—a faint, salty essence that spilled out against his lips. His heart stuttered in realization: Simon had been with her. For a fleeting second, he felt the urge to raise his head and question her, but the press of Daisy’s hand against the back of his head kept him in place, a gentle yet unyielding reminder of her control. A shiver of excitement coursed through him, quelling his thoughts of protest as he surrendered to her silent command, his focus narrowing to the sound of her soft, intoxicating moans.   He continued, his movements slower, savoring the taste and texture as Daisy’s pleasure grew. Her thighs tightened around him, drawing him closer, each of her breaths deepening with satisfaction. He felt a subtle tremble in her legs, a silent encouragement that urged him on, and a quiet pride began to build within him, knowing he was the one bringing her to this edge.   As her breathing grew ragged, she pushed him harder, her fingers tangling in his hair and tightening to the point where he struggled to draw in a full breath. But her soft cries of pleasure spurred him on, the sound like a sweet reward as she finally reached her climax, moaning with satisfaction. Only then did her grip ease, and he pulled back slightly, his own breaths coming heavy as he took in her flushed, radiant expression.   Daisy’s hand brushed gently through his hair, her satisfied smile curving her lips as she murmured, “What a lovely sissy. Wasn’t that a beautiful present you got?”   Alex looked up at her, feeling a blend of pride and vulnerability. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to feel, but the warmth of her praise settled over him like a balm, filling him with a quiet sense of accomplishment. Her approval was all he needed to feel whole in this moment, a silent assurance that he had pleased her.   She pulled him up beside her and kissed him deeply, her taste lingering on his lips as she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into the softness of her embrace. The warmth of her skin and the gentle pressure of her hand on his chest grounded him, easing any lingering tension. They settled beneath the covers, her touch soothing, and as he felt her breathing slow beside him, a deep contentment washed over him. Daisy’s presence, both commanding and tender, made him feel whole, and as they lay together, he knew he belonged here, in her embrace, where he felt safe and cherished.            
    • Thank you for your kind words. I am working on a new chapter. Or new chapters!
    • A very wet LivDry Mega Brief Plus diaper this morning, but no messies.
    • thanks for the information Cathdiap, really helpful
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