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FOREWORD: I experienced some of it like this. However, I've shifted the plot further towards the present day because I don't remember the details of that time well enough. Tom has just turned 13. His cousin is 12 and they share a similar fate. They are bedwetters. His cousin's brother Paul (4 years old) and his sister Viktoria (8 years old) are also part of the story. PART 1: TOM WETS THE BED AGAIN It wasn't far home now. I had just played a sensational soccer match and scored three goals. Everyone celebrated me. But now I had to go to the loo urgently. So I left my bike and looked around for a toilet on foot. But there was nothing to be found. But suddenly I spotted a white toilet seat behind a bus shelter. There were no people in the bus shelter at the time and the windows of the house behind the bus stop all had green high shutters and these shutters were all closed. So I could risk sitting down here quickly and peeing in the toilet. Nobody would see me and then I would drive on quickly. Suddenly my mother called."Hello Tom, we're visiting your aunt today. Get ready. Can't you hear me?" She suddenly shook me by the shoulder. Now the events came thick and fast. While my mother was already standing next to me and I was slowly waking up, I noticed my wet pants and the wet bed. I was wide awake, remembering the dream in which I was looking for a toilet and finally found it. My mother reached for my comforter at the same second. I reacted too late. The blanket was gone. I was sitting half upright in a big wet spot, my hands outstretched for the blanket. My mother immediately realized what had happened. "Tom! Have you wet the bed again? There's no way! I thought we were past this. You're 13 years old. Last week it was an ‘accident’, and the day before yesterday too, that's the third time now." I got hot, the blush was certainly on my face. It used to happen all the time until 6 years ago, but then it was over. Well, almost. It happened from time to time. But every 4 to 6 months at most. Now I was sitting there, wet, again. “Get up!” I stood in front of my mother. My pyjamas were sticking to my legs. My shirt was damp all the way down my back. There was a big wet spot on the bed. The comforter had also taken a beating and even the pillow was affected. "That can't be right, it's all wet! You're not a toddler anymore." My head was flaming red. What was I supposed to say? I was ashamed and stood rooted to the spot in the room. “Take that off” As I didn't react immediately, my mother pulled my top over my head. When she tried to grab my pants, I held them tightly. "No, please don't. I can do that myself." I shouted and ran into the bathroom. As I did so, my wet pants were clearly audible around my bottom. “Go and have a shower in a minute,” my mother called after me. When I stepped out of the shower, my wet pants were lying on the floor in front of me. Unmistakable proof that it had all just happened again. It was so embarrassing. With a towel tied around me, I ran back to my mother in my room. I held the wet pants next to me with two fingers. My mother had already taken off the sheets and put my mattress on the balcony. I was shocked again. Again I had a bright red head. “Do you really have to put the mattress out?” I moaned. “Yes of course Tom, otherwise everything in the room will smell”, she replied more conciliatory. “What should I do with the pants?” I asked meekly. My mother looked at me with a mixture of disappointment, pity and a bit of anger. "Go back, wash them out well and take your shirt and the sheet with you. Then hang everything up on the balcony. I'll put it in the machine with the rest when we get back." My mother looked at me with a mixture of disappointment, pity and a bit of anger. "Go back, wash them out well and take your shirt and the sheet with you. Then hang everything up on the balcony. I'll put it in the machine with the rest when we get back." The washing was embarrassing again, but hanging it up next to my mattress couldn't be beaten. Anyone who walked past the house could immediately see what had happened here. Even the neighbors' children, and especially the two girls from the house opposite, would know everything, I thought. We played together almost every week. For the third time in the last two weeks, my mattress is out there. I would never be able to look them in the eye again. At breakfast afterwards, my “accident” was no longer an issue. Shortly afterwards, we were already in the car on the way to my aunt's house. Part of the family was meeting there today. My aunt had three children, two girls (4, 8 and 12) and the youngest was a boy. Her brother's two boys were also there. Laura, the 12-year-old, and I came into the living room from playing to have a drink. The adults were talking about bedwetting. I was so embarrassed and Laura was obviously in a hurry to leave the room. When we got back home in the afternoon, my mother took care of the laundry and put the mattress back on the slatted frame with the stain facing down. I went to bed around ten pm. I was almost falling asleep when my mother came into the room. "Tom! Have you been to the loo?" “Yes,” I mumbled. “It's better we go again,” she pulled the covers off me and waited until I got up. “I don't have to!” "Then your bed will be wet again tomorrow, darling. Maybe you'll stay dry tonight." I shuffled to the loo. “Stay there, I'll come and get you.” “Mom, I'm 13 and not a toddler!” "Yes, Tom, I know, but you'll be happy if you don't have wet pants again tomorrow, won't you? Aren't you?" “Yes mom.” She left me sitting there for fifteen minutes. I felt so ridiculous. “So Tom, successful?” “Yes,” I lied. I didn't want to wait any longer for permission in such a childish way. "You see. Then you'll certainly be dry tomorrow, big guy," she praised me. "Clean up, rinse, wash your hands and you can slip into your bed. Look how good it smells, I've made everything fresh." She held the blanket open for me and patted the mattress encouragingly. The next morning, my mother came into the room as I was leaning over the bed. Everything was wet again. She caught me trying to separate the dry parts from the wet ones and stopped in the doorway. "But Tom! Again? Your pants are sticking to your bottom. Your shirt is all wet." I turned around and looked shamefacedly at the floor, my hands crossed in front of my wet pants as if I could still cover something up. "That's not possible if you were in the toilet yesterday like we agreed. Were you?" I shook my head. "Tom, that’s like toddler time! Now take your clothes off, give them to me, I'll do it together with the bed sheets. You go and have a shower." I stood there undecided. Do I have to strip naked now? In front of my mother? "Hurry up, you have to go to school. Put your clothes on the bed. I'll put everything in the machine together." She was still standing in the door. I couldn't walk past her like yesterday. I bashfully slipped out of my pants. “The wet shirt too,” she urged me. Now I was naked, I put everything on the bed and slipped past my mother. When I came back showered, my mother had already stripped the bed. The wet mattress was already back on the balcony. She held a new pair of underpants out to me. “Come on Tomi, slip into them.” Naked as I was, I had to put on my underpants like a four-year-old in front of her. “Tomi,” my mother squatted down in front of me as I nervously tried to get into my panties. “Come on, I'll help you,” she held my pants wide open so that I could get into them. “Tomi, we'll have to think of something if we're going to bed so often again.” “Mom, please, I promise I'll sit on the toilet for a long time tonight.” “All right, get dressed and come and have breakfast.” After school, my mother said that we would visit my aunt and her children again today. “Before we go, please go to the loo, Tom.” “Mom.” “Yes, Tom?” “I'm not a small child and you don't always have to remind me.” "Tom, better to go once more than to wet the bed again tonight. What do you think?" I meekly sneaked to the bathroom. When I came back, my mother was already standing in the hallway. “So, everything done?” “Yes, mom,” I grumbled. We were playing in my aunt's garden when my four-year-old cousin Paul was called out onto the patio. “Paul, time to go to the loo,” said his mother. Paul didn't want to. “We're playing so nicely right now.” "Paul, when your pants are wet, you'll go potty again for a week. Is that what you want?" He looked up at me bashfully and ran to the toilet. “Tom, when Paul's finished, you're going straight away too,” my mother said. With a red head, I looked at my cousin Laura, who looked much more grown-up in her summer dress than her 12 years. Indignant, I wanted to say something back, but my mother's eyes met mine, telling me not to discuss this now. “Sparrow, please go.” I crept after Paul and later mumbled something about “cystitis” in front of my cousins. Back home, my mother came into my room in the evening after dinner. "So Tom. Time for bed." I was surprised, I had been going to bed on my own for years. "I'll make up your bed and find you some new pyjamas and you brush your teeth and go to the toilet. Okay?" I was too surprised to say anything. When I sat down on the toilet, she was back. "Everything's ready over there. Are you finished?" I shook my head as I had just sat down. “Should I wait here?” My underpants at my ankles and otherwise naked, I shook my head vigorously. "Fine, I'll come and get you then. You promised to sit up late today and make a real effort," she reminded me. After half an hour, she was back. “Ready?” I nodded. When I was already in bed, my mother came back. “Look, we'll put a thick towel under there so it doesn't all get wet.” “Mom, that's childish.” “Honey, I know it's all a bit difficult for you, but we'll have to think of something to protect your bed.” “Mom” “Get up a minute, I'll put this under you.”

"Geoff says he'll be here by seven," Lori announced, tapping her nails against her wine glass. The sound made me freeze mid-step in the hallway, one foot hovering over the creaky floorboard I always avoided. "And Gerald—" She didn't even turn to look at me. "You’ll be dressed appropriately this time." My throat went dry. The pink satin knickers I was wearing suddenly felt tighter, the ruffled lace at the thighs scratching just enough to remind me they were there. Last week, I’d tried protesting—just once—when she’d laid out a frilly yellow sundress with matching plastic pants. That earned me an evening strapped into the high chair in the corner while she and Geoff shared a bottle of red and laughed about something I couldn’t hear. Jenny arrived at six-thirty, her heels clicking against the porch steps. She was younger than I’d imagined, with her dark hair pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail and a clipboard tucked under one arm. "Oh, he’s *adorable*," she cooed the second she saw me, reaching out to pinch my cheek like I was a toddler. I flinched. "Lori told me you’ve been a bit of a handful lately, but we’ll fix that, won’t we?" Lori gave her that smile—the one she used when she’d already decided something and pretending otherwise was pointless. "He just needs structure. And maybe a firmer hand." Jenny’s eyes flicked down to my outfit—the baby-blue dress with the puffed sleeves, the white tights that made my legs look embarrassingly soft. "Mmm. I can see that." She set the clipboard down and reached into her bag, pulling out a thick, folded bundle of fabric. "First order of business: no more disposables. We’re switching to terry cloth nappies for bedtime. They’ll *really* help you remember your place." The terry cloth nappy unfolded in Jenny’s hands like some ominous flag of surrender. Thick and flufffy with pink hheaded nappy pins . My fingers twitched at my sides—part of me wanted to bolt for the door, but the way Lori was leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, told me exactly how far I’d get. Jenny smiled, sweet as poisoned honey. "Arms up, princess." The dress came off easier than my dignity. Jenny made a show of inspecting me, tutting at the disposable padding I’d been allowed up until now. "Oh, these won’t do at *all*," she murmured, peeling it away with a rip that made my face burn. The air hit my bare skin, and for one wild second, I thought about covering myself—but then Lori cleared her throat, and I froze. Jenny’s fingers were brisk, businesslike as she lifted each of my feet to slide the terry cloth underneath. The material was scratchier than I’d imagined, and when she tightened the straps, I couldn’t help the tiny, mortified noise that escaped me. Jenny patted my hip. "There! Now you look *properly* little." She turned to Lori. "Should we do the plastic pants now, or wait until after his bottle?" Lori smirked into her wine. "After. Geoff likes watching that part." The doorbell rang at exactly seven. Jenny clapped her hands. "Ooh, perfect timing! Let’s get you settled before we answer that, hmm?" She steered me toward the high chair in the corner—the one with the extra-wide seat and the restraints Lori had installed last weekend. The leather cuffs were cool against my wrists, and the click of the buckles sounded final. Jenny leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Behave, or I’ll tell Geoff you need an early bedtime." The plastic pants made a crinkling symphony as Jenny tugged them up over the thick terry cloth nappy, each rustle sounding louder than the last in the silent room. They were semi-transparent, the kind that showed just enough to emphasize what lay beneath—the outline of the bulky pink fabric pinned snug between my thighs. The waistband snapped high on my hips with an audible *click*, and when I shifted, the material protested with a chorus of noisy whispers that seemed to echo off the walls. Jenny stepped back to admire her handiwork, tapping one finger against her chin. "Oh, but we're not *nearly* done," she sang, reaching into the dresser drawer where Lori kept my things. The pink satin knickers she produced were absurdly frilled—row upon row of ruffled lace cascading down the front and back, the waistband rising almost to my ribcage. They slid over the plastic pants with a soft hiss, the lace tickling my thighs as she adjusted the layers with clinical precision. "There we go," she murmured, patting the ruffles into place. "Much prettier." The dress came next—a confection of pink satin with puffed short sleeves and a neckline trimmed in lace. It barely reached mid-thigh, and when Jenny spun me toward the mirror, the effect was immediate: the knickers peeked out from beneath the hem with every slight movement, their ruffles a stark contrast against the smooth satin. "Lori was right," Jenny mused, tilting her head. "You really do look best in short hemlines. Lets everyone see what a good little sissy you are." From the kitchen, Lori's laugh floated down the hallway—bright and careless, the way it always was when Geoff was near. The sound sent a jolt through me, and my fingers curled into the dress fabric before I could stop them. Jenny noticed, of course. Her grip tightened on my shoulder as she leaned in. "Ah-ah. None of that." She reached for something behind me—a pacifier on a ribbon, its shield shaped like a blooming rose. "Open up," she instructed, and when I hesitated, her smile didn't waver. "Or should I call Lori in here to help?" The door to the living room swung open just as the pacifier clicked into place. Geoff's voice boomed through the house—"There's my favorite girls!"—followed by Lori's answering purr. Jenny gave my hip a final pat, her fingers lingering just a second too long on the crinkling plastic. "Ready to say hello?" she whispered. But the click of Geoff's shoes on hardwood was already drowning out my muffled reply. Gerald's hands flew to his crotch instinctively, fingers splaying across the crinkling plastic pants in a futile attempt to hide the ruffled pink satin peeking beneath his scandalously short dress. The movement only made the layers shift more conspicuously, the stiff lace of his knickers scraping against the backs of his palms. Lori's giggle cut through the room like a knife—that particular laugh she reserved for when she'd caught him in some fresh humiliation. "Oh, Gerald," she sighed, swirling her wine with exaggerated pity. "As if Geoff hasn't seen it all before." From the doorway, Geoff's chuckle rumbled low and warm, his polished Oxfords clicking against the hardwood as he stepped inside. Gerald kept his eyes fixed on the floor, but he could *feel* Geoff's gaze traveling over him—lingering on the way the puffed sleeves made his shoulders look delicate, the way the satin clung to the outline of the bulky nappy beneath. Jenny's fingers dug into Gerald's shoulder, steering him forward with relentless cheer. "Don't be shy now," she trilled, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. "Go on, say hello to Mr. Taylor properly." Gerald's mouth worked uselessly around the pacifier, the ribbon tickling his collarbone. Geoff's shadow fell across him before he could muster a response—broad-shouldered and smelling of expensive cologne, blotting out the lamplight. "Now *that's* what I call an improvement," Geoff murmured, reaching out to flick one of Gerald's lace-trimmed sleeve puffs. The casual contact made Gerald flinch, his plastic pants emitting an embarrassingly loud crinkle. Geoff's grin widened. "Much better than last week's little... display." He didn't need to elaborate; they all remembered how Gerald had tried to fold his arms over the frilly yellow sundress, how Lori had made him stand in the corner until Geoff arrived to inspect him. Lori slipped her arm through Geoff's with a proprietorial ease that sent Gerald's stomach twisting. "Jenny's been *such* a help," she purred, leaning into Geoff's side. "Already got him switched to proper terry nappies. And wait till you see the new crib we ordered—" Geoff’s fingers drummed against Lori’s hip as he studied Gerald, his gaze lingering on the way the satin dress strained slightly over the thick terry cloth beneath. "Crib’s a good call," he mused, his voice rich with amusement. "But you might want to consider a playpen too. For when he gets... *restless*." The way he said it made Gerald’s toes curl inside his white tights. Jenny giggled, nudging Gerald forward until he stood directly under the hallway light, where every detail of his outfit—from the frilly knickers peeking beneath the hem to the glossy pink pacifier—was impossible to miss. "Oh, he won’t be restless much longer," she chirped. "Not after his new routine starts. Early bedtime, regular nappy checks, and *plenty* of supervised playtime." Her fingers trailed down Gerald’s arm, squeezing just above the elbow. "Isn’t that right, princess?" Gerald’s muffled whimper around the pacifier was answer enough. The ribbon tickled his neck, and he resisted the urge to squirm—Jenny had already warned him about fidgeting. Lori sighed, swirling her wine again. "Honestly, Gerald, you should be *grateful*. Most husbands don’t get this much attention." She leaned into Geoff’s side, her fingers toying with his tie. "Speaking of attention... Geoff, darling, why don’t you show Gerald what a *real* man looks like? Just so he remembers the difference." Geoff’s grin was all teeth. He didn’t move at first, letting the silence stretch until Gerald’s breathing went shallow. Then, with deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing forearms thick with muscle and a dusting of dark hair. Gerald’s eyes flicked down instinctively—then just as quickly darted away, his face burning. Geoff's cufflinks clinked against the marble countertop as he set them down with deliberate precision. The sound made Gerald flinch—a tiny, involuntary jerk that sent the plastic pants rustling beneath his dress. Geoff noticed, of course. His grin widened as he rolled his left sleeve higher, the fabric bunching around his bicep in a way that made Lori bite her lip. "See this, Gerald?" He flexed, veins rising under tanned skin. "This is what *proper* arms look like on a man." Jenny sighed dreamily from her perch on the armrest, her clipboard forgotten in her lap. "Mmm, *much* better than those twiggy little things you've got," she murmured, reaching over to pinch Gerald's bicep through the puffed sleeve. His whole body stiffened, the pacifier clicking against his teeth as he resisted the urge to whimper. Lori set her wineglass down with a decisive *clink*. "Bedtime's at eight sharp tonight," she announced, smoothing her skirt as she stood. "Jenny will give you your bottle and tuck you in properly—we've got *plans*." Her fingers trailed down Geoff's chest as she said it, lingering just above his belt buckle. Gerald's stomach twisted. He knew exactly what those plans involved—the same ones they'd had last Thursday, when Lori had come home with her blouse buttoned wrong and Geoff's tie stuffed carelessly in her pocket. Jenny clapped her hands, snapping Gerald's attention back to her. "Up we go!" she chirped, unbuckling the high chair restraints with brisk efficiency. Gerald's wrists tingled where the leather had left faint indents. "Let's get those tights off before your bath—no sense ruining such pretty things." Her fingers hooked into the waistband before he could protest, peeling the white fabric down his legs with a practiced tug. The air hit his bare thighs, raising goosebumps beneath the frilly knickers. Geoff chuckled low in his throat—a sound that vibrated through the room like a struck tuning fork. "Still can't believe you used to wear boxers," he mused, reaching out to flick one of Gerald's ruffled garters. The elastic snapped against pale skin, leaving a faint pink mark. Lori giggled, leaning into Geoff's shoulder. "God, remember how he *whined* the first time I bought him proper lingerie?" She mimed a pout, fluttering her lashes. "'But Lori, what if someone *sees*?'" Jenny's fingers worked with practiced efficiency, unpinning the damp terry cloth nappy with a series of sharp tugs. The soggy fabric fell away with a wet slap against the changing mat, exposing Gerald's hairless groin to the cool air of the nursery. His tiny, flaccid penis—barely an inch long—nestled pathetically between smooth thighs, dwarfed by the pink satin ruffles framing it. His testicles were small and tight, barely noticeable against his delicate skin. Geoff's chuckle rumbled through the room as he leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. "Christ, Lori," he mused, shaking his head. "You weren't exaggerating." His gaze lingered, heavy with amusement, as Gerald squirmed under the scrutiny. Lori smirked, running a hand down Geoff's arm possessively. "Mmm, I told you," she purred, fingers tracing the veins on his forearm. "Practically still in diapers in every way." She stepped forward, nudging Gerald's knees apart with her toe. The movement made him whimper around the pacifier, his face burning as Jenny swabbed him down with a cold wipe. Jenny made a show of cleaning him, tutting at the way his minuscule penis twitched under the attention. "Aw, does wittle baby need a fresh nappy?" she cooed, her tone saccharine as she lifted his hips to slide a fresh terry cloth underneath. The thick fabric swallowed his groin whole, the pink pins glinting as she fastened them snugly. Geoff exhaled through his nose, shaking his head again. "Damn. And here I thought my nephew was small." He flexed his bicep absently, the muscle bulging under his rolled-up sleeve. The comparison was unspoken but deafening—Gerald's entire body could've fit in the shadow of Geoff's forearm. Lori's blonde hair cascaded over Gerald's bare chest like a silk curtain as she leaned in, the ends tickling his nipples through the thin satin of his dress. Her perfume—something expensive and floral—filled his nose as she reached between his legs with a damp washcloth, her wedding band glinting coldly in the nursery lamplight. The terry cloth nappy lay open beneath him, exposing his pathetic erection to the cool air, the pink satin ruffles of his knickers framing it like some cruel joke. "Look at that," Lori murmured, her breath warm against his collarbone. Her fingers brushed his straining little cock as she wiped him down, the touch feather-light and clinical. "Three whole inches . Impressive." She glanced up at Geoff with a smirk, her free hand still tangled possessively in his shirtfront. "Told you he gets hard at the dumbest things." Geoff's chuckle vibrated through the changing table as he loomed over them, his shadow swallowing Gerald whole. "Christ. My pinky's thicker than that." He held up his hand as proof, the digit flexing—veiny and blunt-tipped, the nail squared off from years of rugby. Gerald's erection twitched pathetically at the comparison, his hips jerking upward of their own accord. Lori sighed, swatting his inner thigh with the washcloth. "Stop squirming." She pinched the tip of his cock between two manicured nails, making him gasp around the pacifier. The sharp sting sent heat flooding through him, his tiny length bobbing against the terry cloth like a metronome. "God, you're *pathetic*," she muttered, scrubbing harder between his legs. "Getting off on being humiliated by your own wife." Jenny materialized at Lori's elbow with a fresh nappy, her clipboard tucked under one arm. "Aw, but that's what makes him *special*," she cooed, patting Gerald's flushed cheek. Her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth where drool had collected around the pacifier shield. "Most men would be furious in his place. But our Gerald?" She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "He *likes* it." Jenny crouched to retrieve a dropped nappy pin, and Gerald caught the briefest flash of pale blue nylon peeking beneath her pleated schoolgirl skirt—the kind of silky, youthful panties Lori would never wear now that she'd "graduated" to Geoff's taste in lingerie. The glimpse lasted only a second before Jenny straightened, her dark ponytail swinging, but it was long enough to make Gerald's face burn hotter. At nineteen, Jenny had the lithe, effortless grace of a ballet dancer, all long legs and sharp elbows, with a sprinkle of freckles across her nose that made her punishments feel like playground teasing. "Bath time, princess," she announced, popping the 'p' with relish as she hauled him upright by his elbow. The plastic pants hissed with every step toward the bathroom, their crinkling syncopated with the click of Jenny's Mary Jane shoes. She ran the water just shy of too hot—another little punishment—and didn't wait for it to warm before guiding him in. The porcelain was cold against his bare thighs, and he bit down on the pacifier to keep from yelping when she poured a pitcher of water over his head. She washed him with the same brisk efficiency as a nurse scrubbing down a stubborn patient, her nails scraping just enough to remind him she could hurt him if she wanted to. The soap smelled like artificial strawberries, the kind marketed to children. "Arms up," she ordered, and Gerald obeyed, letting her scrub his pitiful biceps with a loofah. She lingered over his chest, where Lori had insisted he get waxed last month, her fingers tracing the now-smooth skin with mocking approval. "Much better," she murmured. "No one wants to cuddle a hairy baby." The towel she used to dry him was suspiciously thin—another calculated humiliation that left him damp and shivering as she herded him toward the nursery. The changing mat crackled under his bare back as Jenny rummaged through the dresser with the casual cruelty of someone who knew exactly how powerless he was. She shook out a fresh terry cloth nappy with a snap of fabric, the pink pins glinting between her fingers like tiny knives. "Legs up," she commanded, and Gerald lifted his hips obediently, the motion sending a drip of bathwater down his inner thigh. The sound of Lori's laughter floated up the stairs—sharp, bright, and entirely unrestrained. Gerald stiffened in Jenny's arms as another peel of it echoed through the house, followed by the low rumble of Geoff's answering chuckle. The nursery door was cracked just enough to let in the clink of wine glasses and the occasional murmur of conversation, each indistinct word prickling Gerald's skin like static. Jenny's fingers tightened around his wrist as she fastened the last nappy pin with a practiced twist. "Ooh, sounds like someone's *very* excited," she cooed, her breath warm against Gerald's temple. Below them, Lori giggled again—that particular breathy laugh she only used when Geoff's hand was somewhere it shouldn't be. Gerald squeezed his eyes shut, but Jenny just laughed, patting his freshly powdered thigh. "Aw, don't worry, princess. I'm sure your wife will tell you *all* about it tomorrow." The plastic pants rustled as she shook them holding them to the light then lifted each leg into them pulling them up his scrawny ,taunt as she tugged them up over the terry cloth, her fingers lingering just long enough to make Gerald squirm. "Though..." Jenny's smirk was audible as she snapped the waistband against his hips. "You might want to cover your ears tonight." She leaned in conspiratorially, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Geoff's big man very big I imagine ." Jenny made a show of selecting his nighttime attire, tapping one finger against her chin as she surveyed the wardrobe labeled "Frilly Baby Knickers" in Lori's looping cursive. The hangers rattled as she pushed through satin and lace, finally pulling out a monstrosity of pink chiffon with ribbons that trailed to the floor. "Oh, this one," she cooed, holding it up so the lamplight shone through the sheer fabric. "Short enough to show off your frilllly knickers and plastic panties , but long enough to keep you modest." Her wink took all the mercy out of the words. Downstairs, a chair scraped against hardwood, followed by Lori's throaty "Oh, *God*—" cut off abruptly by what sounded like a palm slapped over her mouth. Jenny giggled, adjusting Gerald's satin nightie with mock solemnity. "Mmm, and judging by that *bulge* in his slacks earlier..." She traced a fingertip down Gerald's chest, stopping just above the waistband of his plastic pants. "I'd say your wife's in for a *very* educational evening. Now lets get you into some nice frilly bbay knickers oooh these are very pretty they will match your nice frilly nightie "enny gigled as she held up the pale pink frilly baby girl syle knickers covered in matching lace and pink satinbows "very pretty lift your legs good girl " .The cool soft delicate babric slithered up hhis legs and was pulled high over the plastic pants .She looked into hhis eyes and gave him a few rubs at the front . Gerald's pacifier clicked against his teeth as he clenched his jaw, the ribbon tickling his collarbone. Jenny plucked at it playfully. "Bet you wish you could make her sound like that, huh?" she murmured. "Instead of... what was it Lori said? 'A disappointed sigh and three pathetic thrusts'?" Jenny's fingers traced the lace edge of Gerald's frilly knickers beneath the crinkling plastic pants, her nails catching on the satin ruffles as she dipped lower she teased him about his predicamant "I'm sure Geoff will end up staying the night baby girl " she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. Her fingertips found his stiffening length beneath the terry cloth—no thicker than her pinky—and Gerald whimpered around the pacifier as precum dampened the nappy. "Oh God," she laughed, her delicate fingers rubbing him with clinical precision. The contrast was obscene—her manicured nails, against his pathetic erection. "You're *leaking* already? And over *what*?" Her thumb circled the tip, smearing slickness across his tiny head. "Over me telling you the truth? That your lovely wife can't feel you? " Jenny withdrew her fingers with a wet sound, wiping them on Gerald's nightie She patted Gerald's crotch through the rufflled pink satin and plastic pants, the crinkle loud in the sudden quiet. "Be good a good bbay girl , sweetheart. And don't—" She paused, tilting his chin up with one sticky finger. "*Don't* touch yourself. You know the rules." i will be back with your bottle in two mintes. Gerald lay on the changing table listening to his wife and her lover downstairs .Jenny was right he knew they would end up sleeping togther it was inevitable. Jenny's low heeld shoes clicked against the hardwood as she reappered and approached, her pleated skirt swaying. She perched on the edge of the changing table, swinging one leg as she surveyed Gerald's flushed face. "Mmm. Someone's *frustrated*." Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his plastic pants. "But we can't have that, can we?" Jenny's fingers closed around Gerald's wrist with the same cheerful finality of a nurse securing an IV. "Right, let's get you into your cot for the night," she chirped, steering him toward the oversized crib wedged between the dresser and the rocking chair. The bars gleamed under the nursery lamplight, polished to a clinical shine. "You *need* to be asleep before Mommy and Daddy come to bed—" Her grip tightened just enough to make the threat land, "—or you might end up with a smacked bottom. And I *bet* Geoff can spank harder than your wife." The pacifier muffled Gerald's whimper as Jenny lhelped ifting him into his new cot and closing the railing with surprising strength. His satin nightie rode up, exposing the frilly pale pink baby panties and crinkling plastic pants beneath as she deposited him onto the starched crib sheet. The mobile above tinkled—pastel-colored horses frozen mid-gallop—as Jenny leaned in to fasten the safety straps across his chest and thighs. "There we go," she murmured, adjusting the restraints with the precision of someone who'd done this before. "Nice and snug." Downstairs, Lori's laugh spiraled up through the floorboards—bright and breathless in a way Gerald hadn't heard in years. Jenny paused, her head tilting toward the sound like a cat tracking a bird. "Oof. Sounds like someone's *really* enjoying her new bedtime routine," she teased, plucking at Gerald's ruffled collar. The plastic pants hissed as he shifted, the sound drowning out another gasp from below. Jenny's smile sharpened. "You know what I think? I think Lori *likes* getting spanked too. Bet she never told you that, huh?" Gerald squeezed his eyes shut, but Jenny just laughed, tapping his nose with one polished fingernail. "Aw, don't pout. It's *good* for her." She reached for something on the nightstand—a bottle of warm formula with a nipple absurdly large for an adult. "Now open up, princess. We've got *just* enough time for your nightcap before—" A particularly loud moan drifted up the stairs, followed by the unmistakable creak of the master bedroom door. Jenny's grin turned wicked. "—before things get *really* noisy." The formula was cloyingly sweet, the kind designed to induce drowsiness. Gerald gagged around the rubber nipple, but Jenny held it firmly in place, her other hand stroking his hair with mock tenderness. "Shhh, baby. Bottoms up." Her thumb brushed his temple as another thud reverberated through the ceiling—heavy footsteps, then Lori's muffled "Oh *fuck*—" cut off abruptly. Jenny's eyes gleamed. "Mmm. Someone's *definitely* getting a spanking." The creak of the stairs was unmistakable—that particular third step that groaned under Geoff’s weight, followed by Lori’s lighter footsteps, slightly uneven now. Gerald lay perfectly still in the crib, the safety straps pressing into his thighs, his ears straining against the rustle of his plastic pants. The nursery door swung open without a knock, and Lori’s perfume hit him first—jasmine and something darker, mingled with the faint musk of Geoff’s cologne. "Just checking on my sissy baby husband," Lori announced to the hallway at large, her voice husky in a way Gerald hadn’t heard in years. The bathroom light flicked on down the hall, illuminating her silhouette in the doorway. Her silk blouse hung open, revealing a white satin bra edged in lace, the cups straining slightly. Her skirt—normally immaculate—was creased at the hip, as if someone’s hands had been there. Her hair, usually sleek, tumbled over one shoulder in loose waves, the ends slightly damp at the nape of her neck. Geoff’s chuckle rumbled from the hallway, low and warm. "Take your time, princess." The endearment, usually reserved for Gerald, landed like a slap. Lori leaned over the crib railing, her blouse gaping further, and Gerald’s breath hitched. The scent of her—wine and sweat and something saltier—clung to her skin. Her lips, still swollen and glossy, brushed his forehead in a mockery of a goodnight kiss. "You’ve been *so* good tonight," she murmured, her breath hot against his temple. Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his plastic pants. "Jenny says you didn’t fuss at all during your bottle." From the hallway, Geoff cleared his throat—a sound that vibrated through the floorboards. Lori’s hand stilled, her wedding band cold against Gerald’s ribs. "Almost forgot," she whispered, straightening just enough to tug something from her skirt pocket. A single pink satin ribbon, frayed at one end. She looped it around Gerald’s wrist with deliberate slowness, her nails scraping his pulse point. "Geoff’s idea. So you remember who you belong to." The ribbon tightened around Gerald’s wrist with a soft *snick*, the sound barely audible over the creak of the crib springs as Lori leaned in closer. Her breath was warm and wine-sweet against his cheek, but her fingers were cold as they traced the satin bow. "Pretty," she murmured, her voice thick with something Gerald couldn’t name. "Just like you." Behind her, Geoff’s shadow loomed in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. He didn’t speak, but Gerald could *feel* his gaze—heavy and amused—sliding over the crib bars, the safety straps, the way Gerald’s plastic pants crinkled with every shallow breath. Lori’s thumb brushed the inside of Gerald’s wrist, her nail catching on the ribbon’s edge. "Don’t take it off," she whispered. "Not even for your bath. I want to see it tomorrow." Jenny materialized at Lori’s elbow with a quiet rustle of her pleated skirt, her clipboard tucked under one arm. "All tucked in," she announced, her tone bright and rehearsed. She reached over Gerald to adjust the mobile, sending the pastel horses into a slow, tinkling spin. "And *such* a good boy tonight. Didn’t even fuss when I put his nappy pins in crooked." Her fingers brushed Gerald’s thigh through the terry cloth, the touch just shy of too rough. Lori straightened, her blouse slipping further off one shoulder. "Good," she said absently, her attention already drifting back to the hallway where Geoff waited. Her fingers lingered on the crib railing for a beat too long, her wedding band glinting dully in the lamplight. Then, with a sigh that wasn’t quite regret, she turned away. "Night, baby," she tossed over her shoulder, the words already half-lost in the rustle of her skirt. Jenny lingered, She leaned over the crib, her dark ponytail swinging forward to brush Gerald’s chest. "Don’t worry," she whispered, her breath minty with gum. "I’ll check on you later. Make sure you’re not *too* lonely." Her fingers trailed down his arm, stopping just above the satin ribbon. "And if you’re *very* good..." She tapped the pacifier shield with one polished nail. "Maybe I’ll even let you suck my thumb." The first whimper came through the nursery wall like a distant radio signal—faint, staticky, but unmistakable. Gerald lay rigid in his crib, the safety straps biting into his thighs as Lori's breathy "Oh—" dissolved into a gasp. The headboard thumped against the shared wall in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made the mobile above him tremble. Jenny had left the nursery door ajar just enough—three inches, he'd counted—and through the crack, the master bedroom's shadows stretched long and suggestive across the hallway carpet. "Faster," Lori moaned, the word cracking halfway through. The bedsprings shrieked in response, the tempo accelerating until Gerald could *feel* the vibrations through his crib bars. A particularly loud creak made him flinch, sending his plastic pants crinkling like cellophane. He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only sharpened the sounds—the wet slap of skin on skin, Geoff's guttural "Take it," Lori's answering sob as she came apart. The satin ribbon around his wrist suddenly felt suffocating, the frayed edge scratching at his pulse point with every ragged breath. Jenny had been right about the dirty talk. Geoff's voice rumbled through the wall, dark and viscous with possession—"Who's your *real* husband?"—and Lori's reply was half-scream, half-surrender. The bedframe slammed against the wall hard enough to dislodge one of Gerald's pastel horse figurines from the mobile. It landed in the crib with a plastic *click*, its frozen gallop now upturned beside his hip. Lori's climax hit like a thunderclap—a series of shattered "Oh God oh *God*s" that tapered into wordless keening. The headboard's rhythm stuttered, then surged harder, faster, until Gerald could *feel* the moment Geoff lost control. Lori's cry splintered into something raw and involuntary, the sound of a woman unraveling at the seams. "Don't stop," she begged, voice ragged, "don't *ever* stop—" The final thrusts were brutal in their precision, each one punctuated by Lori's hitched gasps and the sickening *thwack* of Geoff's hips against hers. Silence pooled in the nursery like spilled milk. Gerald realized he'd been holding his breath when spots danced behind his eyelids. The pacifier had fallen from his mouth at some point, the ribbon now limp against his collarbone. Down the hall, a faucet ran briefly before Geoff's low chuckle filtered through the walls—the satisfied rumble of a man who'd proven his point. Lori's answering murmur was too soft to decipher, but the sleepy contentment in it made Gerald's stomach twist. Geoff rolled off Lori with a satisfied groan, his softening cock glistening in the lamplight—still thick enough to make Lori's thighs twitch as it slipped free. She reached for him instinctively, her fingers tracing the damp trail he left across her stomach before pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Mmm," she murmured against his skin, her voice still hazy with pleasure. "That was *exactly* what I needed." His cum pooled between her thighs, warm and slick, as she stretched luxuriously against the rumpled sheets. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air—musky and sweet, mingling with the jasmine of her perfume. With a lazy sigh, she reached for her discarded white satin panties, the lace edging them still damp from earlier. The fabric made a soft *thwick* as she pressed it between her legs, mopping up the evidence of Geoff's possession with a slow, deliberate swipe. Jenny's barefeet tiptoed on the floor just outside the nursery door, the sound barely audible over the creak of the crib springs as Gerald shifted. She'd heard *everything*—the headboard slamming against the wall, Lori's shattered cries, Geoff's growling possessiveness. Now she lingered in the hallway, one hand on the doorknob, her pulse fluttering in her throat. The master bedroom door stood ajar, spilling golden light across the carpet, and through the gap she could see Lori sprawled across Geoff's chest, her satin bra askew, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the sweat on his sternum. Geoff's chuckle rumbled through the wall as he palmed Lori's hip, his thumb brushing the reddened skin where he'd gripped her too tight. "Told you you'd like it rough," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe. Lori's answering laugh was throaty and unrepentant, her legs tangling with his as they both lay on top of the bed , the covers lay in a crumpled hheap on he foor . Jenny's breath hitched—she shouldn't be watching, she *knew* she shouldn't—but the way Geoff's hand slid possessively down Lori's spine held her frozen in place.Loris hand was slowly wanking Geoffs oversized penis until he was fully hhard once again ,Jenny caught sight of his hugh erection at least eight inches she thought.She knew cocks came in different sizes but he comparsion between Geoffs and Geralds was significant. Inside the nursery, Gerald's plastic pants rustled as he curled onto his side, the safety straps digging into his ribs. The satin ribbon around his wrist had twisted tight enough to leave a faint mark, the frayed edge scratching at his pulse point with every shaky breath. The mobile above him tinkled softly, the pastel horses frozen mid-gallop, their cheerful colors garish in the dim light. The nursery door clicked open without warning, spilling a wedge of hallway light across Gerald's crib. Jenny stood silhouetted in the doorway, her silhouette haloed by the glow from behind—and for one dizzying moment, Gerald forgot to breathe. Her nightie was scandalously short, the flimsy chiffon barely skimming the tops of her thighs, and the lamplight turned the pale fabric translucent as she stepped forward. Every curve was outlined in stark relief: the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the pert thrust of her nipples beneath the thin material. The pale blue panties beneath were clearly visible now—silk, he thought dazedly, with a lace trim that peeked just above the nightie's hem as she moved. "Shhh, baby," she murmured, though Gerald hadn't made a sound. Her fingers were cool against his flushed cheek as she leaned over the crib railing, the neckline of her nightie gaping to reveal the shadowed cleft between her breasts. The scent of her—vanilla body lotion and something muskier underneath—filled his lungs as she pressed a hand to his forehead. "Just checking your temperature." Her thumb brushed his temple, lingering just a second too long. "Wouldn't want my favorite sissy getting *overheated*." Gerald's plastic pants crinkled violently as he shifted, the sound absurdly loud in the quiet nursery. Jenny's lips curved as her gaze dropped to where the terry cloth nappy bulged beneath his satin nightie. "Mmm. *Definitely* running a fever," she teased, her fingers trailing down to press against the dampness seeping through the layers. His whole body jerked at the contact, the pacifier falling from his lips with a wet *pop*. Jenny caught it deftly, the ribbon dangling from her fingers like a pink satin snake. "Tsk tsk. You know the rules—pacifier stays *in* at bedtime." Beyond the nursery wall, the headboard resumed its rhythmic thumping—slower now, more deliberate. Jenny's head tilted toward the sound, her ponytail sliding over one shoulder. "Sounds like Mommy's *still* getting her spanking," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. Her free hand slipped beneath Gerald's nightie, her nails scraping lightly over the crinkling plastic. "Bet she's *dripping* by now." Her fingers found the waistband of his terry cloth nappy, peeling it back just enough to expose the damp padding beneath. "Just like someone else I know." Beyond the nursery wall, the headboard resumed its rhythmic thumping—slower now, more deliberate. Jenny's head tilted toward the sound, her ponytail sliding over one shoulder. "Sounds like Mommy's *still* getting her spanking," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. Her free hand slipped beneath Gerald's nightie, her nails scraping lightly over the crinkling plastic. "Bet she's *dripping* by now." Her fingers found the waistband of his terry cloth nappy, peeling it back just enough to expose the damp padding beneath. "Just like someone else I know." The master bedroom door creaked open down the hall, spilling laughter and the scent of sex into the corridor. Jenny froze, her fingers still hooked in Gerald's nappy, as Lori's voice floated toward them—husky and sated. "Geoff, *stop*—you'll make me scream again—" The rest dissolved into breathless giggles, followed by the unmistakable sound of a palm connecting with bare flesh. Jenny's eyes darkened as she slowly withdrew her hand from Gerald's nappy, her breath coming faster now. Jenny's fingers traced the scalloped lace along the waistband of Gerald's frilly satin knickers, her nails catching on the delicate pink threads. The fabric barely shifted beneath her touch—no telltale stirring, no hint of the pathetic little nub straining beneath layers of terry cloth and crinkling plastic. She pressed her palm flat against the front, waiting, then let out a theatrical sigh when nothing pressed back. "Awww," she cooed, her voice dripping with faux sympathy as she pinched the empty satin between her thumb and forefinger. "Did widdle baby get *all* excited listening to Mommy take her big rough man?" Her other hand slid beneath the hem of Gerald's nightie, fingertips skating over the plastic pants with purposeful rustles. "I could *hear* how much she liked it—those juicy wet slaps when he really *pounded* into her—" Gerald's breath hitched as Jenny's fingers found the damp spot near the inner thigh of his plastic pants, right where the terry cloth underneath had grown soggy. She tutted, rubbing the moisture between her fingers with exaggerated interest. "Ohhh, *somebody* leaked," she whispered, leaning in so close her vanilla-scented breath fogged the pacifier shield. "Was it the way Geoff growled when he came? Or maybe..." Her nail scraped a slow circle over the plastic, right where his pathetic erection *should* have been. "...when Lori screamed *his* name instead of yours?" Down the hall, the headboard resumed its relentless rhythm—thump-thump-*thwack*—accompanied by Lori's throaty moan of "*Fuck* yes—right *there*—" Jenny's grin turned wicked as she hooked her thumbs into the waistbands of both plastic pants and nappy, peeling them down just enough to expose the pink satin knickers beneath. The ribbons along the sides were still perfectly tied, the bows undisturbed despite Gerald's squirming. "Look at you," she murmured, tapping the satin-covered mound with one polished fingernail. "All dressed up with *nowhere* to go." The plastic pants crinkled loudly as she tugged them back up with a decisive snap, the sound drowning out Gerald's muffled whimper. "Don't worry, princess—" She patted the damp terry cloth with mock comfort. "Mommy will change you in the morning. If she can *walk* by then."

Making Him the Perfect Hubby "You what?!" said Erin Johnson to her husband Bob, with a tone of both anger and incredulity in her voice. This was supposed to be an evening of pleasant romance between the two, but like most such evenings, it hadended prematurely. Usually, Bob at least lasted until he and Erin were lying together in bed. But increasingly, he wasn't even lasting that long, and tonight, as they were dancing slowly, and just as Erin's desire was started to build, Bob had gotten that terrible sheepish guilty look on his face. Looking down, Erin noticed a spot of dampness spreading across the front of his pants. "I'm sorry sweetheart" Bob whispered in reply. "You're just so beautiful and sexy that I can't control myself. I'll do better next time, I promise." "Oh, sure you will" mocked Erin. "Just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that? I've heard your promises before. Well this time, that's it. There's no reason why I should have to put up with the frustration that you put me through, and from now on I won't." Bob had never seen his wife this angry before. "Erin. What are you saying? You know I love you. You know how sexy you are. That's all it is. I'll do better." But in reply, Bob's wife took his face in her hand, looked him in the eyes, and said "You know what you are like, Bob? A baby. Babies can't control themselves and you can't control yourself. So if you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to have to treat you like one. When babies wet themselves,what do we do?" "D..Diaper them?" said Bob hesitatingly. "That's right" continued Erin."Diaper ...nappies them. And that's what I'm going to do to you. We're going to go to the store, get some diapers and pink plastic pants, and that's what you're going to wear until you learn how to control yourself like a man." "Y..you're going to make me wear diapers like a baby boy?" said Bob, whose voice had begun to quiver as he became more and more upset. "Please Erin, don't do that. I can control myself. I promise I can. Don't put me in diapers. Please. Give me another chance. I can do it." Erin looked at her poor husband. Tears were starting to flow down his cheeks, and he had actually dropped to the floor and was hugging her around her legs, pleading with her to let him try to show her that he could be a man. But Erin was unmoved. She'd suffered frustration too many times. "Look at you" she said. "You're crying. Just like a baby. It shows that I should be putting you in diapers, and the sooner the better. But I don't know where this 'baby boy' stuff comes from. I didn't say anything about making you into a baby boy. A real man wouldn't have to be put into diapers by his wife. But you're not a real man - you're a sissy. And sissies don't get put into baby boy clothes -they're dressed as baby girls. And that is exactly how I'm going to be dressing you." Erin took her husband's hand in hers and pulled him to a standing position. "Come on. Let's get this over with. I don't want to waste the whole evening." Bob was so upset he could scarcely understand what was happening. Meekly, he followed his wife to the car, and sat in the passenger seat with his head down and the tears still flowing as they drove to a nearby pharmacy. After parking the car, Erin started to walk to the store, but then noticed that Bob wasn't moving from his seat. Returning to his side, she opened the door, and in a quiet but very firm voice said "Bob - if you know what is good for you you'll come with me this instant. I know you don't think things could be any worse for you than they are now, but I assure you they could be. If you want me to stay with you, you will come with me into this store right now and you will do as you are told. Have I made myself completely understood?" Bob looked up at the wife he adored, saw the seriousness in her face, and quickly scrambled from the car to accompany her into the store. As soon as they got inside, Erin spied the assistant store manager - a woman named Amanda who was a friend of Erin's from high school days. "Amanda" Erin called out. "Where are the adult diapers?" Amanda pointed toward the back of the store. "Back of aisle 4. And good for you. It's about time you took control like this." Bob couldn't believe what he was hearing. "D..does Amanda know why we're here?" he whispered. "Yes, as a matter of fact she does" replied his wife. "I've talked about your little problem with her a number of times, and it was actually her suggestion that I try putting you in diapers. You know that she's never married and she's told me a bunch of times that she can't figure out why I ever got married - and why I married you especially. Well, your little 'prematurity' problem has certainly convinced her that she's been right all along." By then they were in the adult diaper section. Mrs. Johnson picked out a pack of a dozen extra thick terry toweling nappies , and then motioned to her husband to follow her to the check out line. As she approached the checkout area, Amanda settled in behind an unoccupied register and motioned for them tolet her check them out. "Well, Bob" Amanda said a laugh, as she rang up the fluffly white nappies "I see that Erin has finally come to her senses and is following one of my suggestions." "Well, I had to try something" said Erin. "He's really no better than a baby. Luckily I ordered those other items a few weeks ago, so I've got some adult size plastic pants waiting for him at home . And an adorable pink satin baby bonnet. And a nice pacifier. And a short pink frilly satin baby dress in Bob's size with some cute frilly pink satin panties covered in lace on the front and rear very very girl and sissyish!" Bob's eyes grew large when he heard this, but as he started to say something, his wife interrupted"Shh. I didn't invite a comment from you. Try to at least show me that you can control your tongue - if not your tiny privates." By then Amanda had handed Erin back her change and put the diapers in a large plastic bag. "So" said Amanda "are we on for later tonight then? I get off work at 10, and Jimmy's coming by my house at 10:30. I can tell him to bring his brother along for you. I can assure you that Jimmy'sbrother Tom is not like your little baby here. I used to date him and I know from many long nights that Tom's got the tool and the skills to make sure you get what you need." "Sounds great" said Erin. "I'll be there right around 10:30 - after I put this little one to bed Bob was very quiet as they walked back to the car. He made sure he opened the door for his wife, then got in on the passenger side. Erin, in contrast, was smiling and humming; she'd been waiting for this night for quite some time. Everything was set. Everything was going smoothly. Bob's transformation into the perfect husband was about to begin. Bob, meanwhile, did not yet fully believe what was happening to him. His wife had bought diapers and a an outfit of baby girl clothes for him, and if he understood what she was saying, she was also planning to go out with another man. He decided that his best strategy at that point was not to make Erin any angrier with him than she was already. Maybe this was all just a threat, or even a joke. When they got home, Bob scurried out from the car and ran around to open the door for Erin, then opened the door to the house for her. As soon as they got inside he took her coat and hung it up, then as she sat down in the living room he knelt in front of her to remove her shoes for her and asked her if she wanted a drink. After fixing her a drink, he knelt again in front of her. "Erin" he said. "You know I love you and would do anything for you. But you aren't really going to make me wear diapers are you? This is silly. All you have to do is tell me what you want and how you want me to behave better and I will." Erin smiled. She knew that with a little effort she would be able to get Bob to do what she said, but hadn't realized it would be quite this easy. But Amanda had been right. She had told Erin that Bob's lack ofskill (and size) in the sack could be turned against him to get him to go along with basically anything that Erin wanted. And with a little prodding and encouragement from Amanda, what Erin had finally realized that she wanted was for Bob to become her maid rather than her lover “ there were lots of other men around who could fulfill the lover role. Erin wriggled her toes in Bob's face and laughed at his predicament. "Oh sweetheart" she said "I know you'd try your darndest to please me, but the harder you try, the quicker you seem to mess. This is the only thing I can think of to do. So yes, I'm going to put you in diapers. You know it's what you deserve. Just look “ I can still see a spot of wetness on your pants. And we both know how sticky and messy your underwear is right now. That is such a babyish thing to do. Isn't it? Well “" Erin leaned over and took Bob's face in her hands, making him look her in the eyes. "Isn't it?" "Y..Yes" he stammered, while doing his best to avoid his wife's strong gaze. "And" continued Erin, "the best way to deal with a babyish mess problem is with diapers. So let's not have any more foolishness. Get those clothes off. It's time for you to become my baby girl." Bob looked up at his wife. Her gaze was strong and commanding. They both knew that he'd obey. Slowly Bob removed his socks and shirt and pants. Erin could see the mess he'd made in his underwear, and as Bob saw her staring at the wet spot his face grew red with shame. He hesitated for just a moment, but Erin motioned with her finger for him to pull them down. "Now doesn't that feel better" she said "to get those messy underpants off?" Bob nodded in agreement, but didn't say a word. Erin next old him to go to their bedroom and to return with a large plastic bag from her closet, containing the items she had purchased during the past few weeks. When Bob returned with the bag, Erin reached inside and pulled out a large changing pad. Placing it on he rug, she motioned for Bob to lie on it face up. Erin next got out a container of baby wipes to clean him up, then told him to lift his legs so she could slide a diaper beneath his rear. In a moment she had it in velcroed in place. Next came a pair of plastic pants followed by the very frilly pink satin panties.She slid them up his legs and tooked them over his nappy and plastic pants.Only a small amount of plastic could be seen from the leg openings she thought that this would be okay because she would like visitors to see that he truly was a sissy baby in diapers and needed the plastic pants She then had Bob stand up, and slid the large sizepink satin baby dress over his head. After helping him get his feet she pulled it down (the frilly skirt of the dress barely coming below his waist so the ruffled pink satin panties were visible in typical baby girl fashion then buttoned it up the back. Next came the baby bonnet, tied tightly beneath Bob's chin. Stepping back, she walking completely around her new "baby girl." "Just perfect" she said, with a laugh. "If you're a good baby girl, maybe you'll be able to get out of diapers in a couple of weeks. I'm sure you'll be eager to graduate to panties by then!" "OK, now come here, sweetie." As Bob started to stand up and move towards his wife, he saw that she suddenly had an angry look again. "NO! Not like that. Not standing up. Like a baby. On your hands andknees." Bob realized she was serious, and immediately got down on his hands and knees to crawl to where Erin was now sitting. When he got there, he saw that she had pulled a baby bottle from the bag and was holding it towards him. With only a slight hesitation, Bob did as he knew was expected of him “ he leaned forward and took the bottle's nipple between his lips and started so suck, rhythmically taking in the warm baby formula. "That's a good little girl" laughed Erin. "Now as soon as you finishthat up, it will be time for you to go to bed. I'll be going out, so I need you safely tucked away." Bob got a pained expression on his face as he heard his wife's comment, but obediently continued sucking on the bottle, until it's contents were completely drained. Looking up at his wife, he now asked "Y..You aren'treally going to go out with someone else are you? Please tell me that you were just kidding." Erin laughed, and gave her husband a kiss on the head. "Crawl over here, sweetie." And Erin lead her husband to where he could look at himself in a mirror. "Look and tell me what you see." "I .. I see me dressed in baby clothes." Bob quietly replied."That's right. And do you look like someone that I'd want to go to bed with? Now be honest." Bob looked again in the mirror, and then even more quietly replied "No...I guess not...I...well, maybe you could let me wear something else." "But Bob" his wife exclaimed "You're dressed this way for a reason. And you know what that reason is don't you." "Yes" her humbled hubby replied. "And what is that reason?" asked Erin. "Tell me. I want to be sure you fully understand." "I wet .. well, that is, messed my underpants ” prematurely." "That's right. You ejaculated prematurely. Like a baby. And it's because I love you that I'm going to train you now to behave better. And that training starts with wearing diapers and being my baby girl. But as long as you're a baby girl, you can't be the one I have sex with. So of course, I'll be going out with other men. Or shall I say, I'll be going out with real men. Let's get you into bed. Crawl behind me and I'll get you tucked in." Bob crawled after his wife, into the guest room. "I might be bringing Tom home later to spend the night here, so you'll be sleeping in this room. Be sure you don't get out of bed. I'll be very angry if you do. You'll probably have to go during the night after drinking all that formula, but that's what the diapers are for. I'm expecting you to be wet by morning time “ it isn't good for you to hold it too long." Bob climbed into the bed, and Erin then pulled the blankets up and tucked them around him. She could see that tears had started to form in her husband's eyes. She had no desire to make him sad like that, but he was just going to have to learn. She was in charge now. He was going to be trained to serve her, and part of that training was going to involve feminizing him. It was the best thing for him, thought Erin “ and certainly the best thing for her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, then walked downstairs and out of the house to drive to Amanda's for her date with Tom. Early the next morning, Bob heard his wife calling his name. "Bobbie baby" she called. "Crawl on in here. I have someone I want you to meet." Bob obediently got out of bed and started to crawl into his wife's (and what used to be his) bedroom. He was terribly uncomfortable, however, because he was fighting the powerful urge to wet his diaper, but was desperate not to. Maybe, he thought, Erin would relent and let his use the bathroom like an adult if he did everything else she asked of him. As he crawled into the bedroom, he saw that Erin was in bed beside a handsome man in his early twenties. "Bobbie baby" Erin said as she saw him enter the room. "You're a good girl for crawling in here the way you knew you were supposed to. This is Tom. Tom, this is my husband Bob. Bobbie, I'd like you to say hello to Tom and to thank him for taking me out for sleeping with me. Oh -- and tell him why I had to go out with him instead of sleeping with you and the fact he has a nice thick seven inch cock. The young man beside Erin in bed smiled and then laughed as he heard Erin instruct her husband that way. Bob flushed red with embarrassment and shame looking at the very large thick erect penis befre him, well over twice his size he admitted to himself but compliantly replied. "H..Hello Tom. Th..th..thank you for taking Erin out and for sleeping with her. I know it was what she wanted and needed after I, uh .., I messed too quickly before we were able to sleep together." "Good girl" laughed Erin. "Now how about that nappy. It must need changeding by now." "No" said Bob. "It's still dry. I was hoping you'd let me use the bathroom like a big b.. I mean like a big girl." "Oh, is that what you thought? Well, I will let you “ when you become a big girl. But for now you're a baby girl, so the only place you can wet is in your diaper. Come on. Let's see you go." Erin got out of bed and walked over to Bob. He could see that she was completely naked and couldn't help staring at her beautiful body. Erin saw where he was looking, and smiled, thinking how difficult it must be for him to see her like that with another man in her bed. She knelt down on the rug next to her husband and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "It's OK sugar. There's no reason to be so uncomfortable. Just relax and let yourself go." Then turning to Tom she said "Would you turn on the water in the bathroom. That will probably do the trick." Tom walked into the attached bathroom and turned on the water then returned to stand next to Erin. By then, Bob's need was overpowering and he started to go in the diaper. From the look of shame on his face, and the increasing sag in the fluffy nappy Erin knew immediately what was happening, and so did Tom. "See now, that wasn't so bad, was it." said Erin when Bob had finished. "Now we can get you changed. " Erin retrieved her changing items from the corner of the room, told Bob to lie on his back on the changing pad.Bob placed his hands over the front of his frilly baby knickers to hide them from Tom."Don't be shy you know Tom is going to see how I keep you all pretty and what frillly baby girl panties you have to wear" She quickly movey his hands away and pulled up his baby dress to keep it out of the way, pulled down the pink satin frilly panties to his ankles then she yanked down the plastic pants, and undid the nappy pins . Tom, of course, was watching this whole exercise -- with alternating looks of amusement and astonishment, and Bob felt greater shame than he'd ever felt in his life. When Erin opened the diaper, she took a moment to point out to Tom the small size of her husband's privates. And then to emphasize the point, she gave Bob a little tickle between the legs to get him aroused, and to show her lover that even when her husband was aroused it was not a very impressive sight. thats as big as she gets only three inches ,its like a six year olds she giggled and watch how quickly he messes" she said with a very sarcastic and mocking laugh. she gave him a few squeezes and strokes with her thumb and forefinger along the thin tiny shaft. Even though Bob did his best to control himself, and despite his feeling of shame at being handled that way by his wife in front of her lover, in less than a minute her stroking produced the expected effect. "Now you see why I've put him in diapers -- and why you're the one I'm sleeping with." Erin commented to Tom, as she got out a baby wipe to clean her husband up, and then put a clean terry nappy in place pinning it with pink headed nappy pins . She then selected a pair of semi transparent crickly plastic pants shaking them out before sliding them up his slender legs. . Okay lets get yo u some nce frily pink baby knickers ooh yes these are so pretty she held them up smiling so sos frily and girly the panties were made of a sheer pale pink double overlay of chiffon with ruffled pink matching lace on the front and rear .Erin laughed at her husbands blushing face as she puled them high up and over his plastic pants and nappy Erin kept her husband in diapers full time for the next few weeks. Even when he went to work he wore a disposable diaper beneath his suit, and Erin marked it with her initials across the adhesive tabs to make sure he couldn't remove it without her knowing. Bob would try to drink very little in the morning so that he could make it through the day without wetting, but when he got home he'd have to really let go -- and then wait uncomfortably while he did his chores until Erin came home. Usually she'd make him give her a drink first, but after relaxing with that for a few minutes she'd change him. Bob would be so thirsty in the evenings that he'd drink a lot then, and between that and getting used to using the diaper, after just a few days both he and Erin were surprised to see that he actually started to wet the diaper in hissleep. "Well -- you really are a baby now, aren't you" Erin laughed the first time this happened. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You never could control yourself from cumming before you were supposed to, and now you're peeing in your sleep as well." Bob felt shamed and humiliated, and wisely decided against asking Erin right then about when he'd be able to try having sex with her again. But even worse than that humiliation was the shame of being seen dressed in diapers and a baby girl dress by Erin's dates and friends. It was about a week after Bob's punishment had begun that Erin invited Amanda over to see how things were going. She instructed Bob to make some tea and bake some cookies, and then when the doorbell rang, she sent him crawling over to open it. Amanda almost didn't see him at first, but then noticed the adult sized baby girl on hands and knees at her feet. "Bobbie Johnson" she laughed. "You do look like Erin has put you in your place." Amanda then walked into the living room where Erin was already sitting, and the two of them began to chat while Bobbie fetched them some tea. "So" inquired Amanda "are things going as well as they look?" "Better than you can imagine" said Erin. "I can't believe I put up with Bob's infantile performance for so long. I've seen Tom a few times this week already. What a difference from Bob! I feel so much better. No more of that terrible frustration." Amanda smiled. "I knew that was what you needed. And how about Bob. Is he showing signs of doing any better?" "Well, not in that respect" laughed Erin again. "Here, I'll show you.Bobbie. Come in here please." Bob crawled back into the living room. When he got there, Erin told him to lie on his back , and then she slipped his frilly knickers , plastic pants and nappy down to his ankles . "See, he gets hard whenever I expose him like this, but he looks more like a little boy than a man" she said, as Amanda marveled at the sight of Bob's tiny thin erection. "That's really it ..oh dear its so tiny ?" laughed Amanda. "Yes, I'm afraid so." replied Erin. "Now watch and see how long he can keep it. Bobbie, I'm going to rub you now and I want you to keep from cumming as long as you can. Amanda is going to count slowly." Bob's face was blushing a deep red by now. "Erin, please" he begged "can't you test me later, when no one else is here?" "NO" replied Erin. "I want Amanda to see. Now be quiet, or when Ifinish I'll give this little thing of yours a spanking too. Is that what you want?" Bob bit his lip and made a small whimpering "No ma'am" sound. "I thought not" said Erin. "Now here we go. I'll start as soon as Amanda says one." Amanda waited about five seconds, and then began her count. Erin took hold of her husbands little penis and started to very quickly stroke it up and down. Amanda could see Bob straining his face, but she'd barely reached a count of ten when she saw him clench his teeth as a few spurts of semen dribbled out from between Erin's fingers. "Well -- not quite ready for me to give up my boyfriends" laughed Erin, as she pulled up Bob's nappie and panties . "I'll wipe you later. For now, Amanda and I are going out. And don't wait up for us. We're going to be double dating tonight." Just then, Amanda reached into her purse. "Before we go, Erin, I have a little something for Bobbie" Erin and Bob each looked over at the small object that Amanda now held in her hand. "Wh ..what is it?" asked Bob somewhat anxiously. "It's a pacifier" said Amanda. "See, this elastic goes around your head, and this part goes in your mouth." "B...b..but, it's shaped like a, well, you know." "That's right" chuckled Erin as she took the pacifier from Amanda's hand and began to put it in her husband's mouth "it's shaped just like a short little penis but this one is slighly bigger than yours What a wonderful little present, Amanda. Just the thing for a sissy husband to suck on. Say thank you, Bob." Bob tried to obey, but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled sound. Amanda and Erin began to laugh, and were still laughing as they exited the door to go out. But as they left, Amanda turned back to where Bob was still kneeling on the floor. "See, Bobbie, now you can have a little one in you mouth while Erin gets a much bigger one to keep her happy later." And then the two women were off. Late that evening, Erin returned home, feeling quite tired but also quite satisfied after a pleasant evening with Amanda, Jimmy, and Tom. Before going to her own room, she looked in on Bob, who was sleeping peacefully with the penis pacifier still firmly in place. Erin smiled at his babyish sucking noises, and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, thinking to herself how well everything was working out. It felt so good to have regular sex with men who could fill her the way she needed, but she did still love Bob and wanted to keep him -- not as a lover, of course, but as a companion and servant. He was soon going to be the perfect husband, she thought to herself -- completely submissive and fully feminized. Who could want more? Bob knew that the only way he was ever going to get out of diapers and baby girl clothes was to be completely obedient and to do his best to always do what Erin wanted. He tried hard every day to behave the way his wife wanted, and Erin was pleased to see that he no longer hesitated to obey even when she told him to masturbate in front of her dates. One morning, about three weeks after her diapering of her husband had begun, Erin informed Bob that if he wanted, he could begin to wear diapers onlyat night. Bob understood the need for continued diaper at night, since he now was rarely dry when he awakened in the morning. But he was quite grateful for any improvement in his treatment by his wife. "If I do let you out of diapers during the day, you won't make me regret that decision, will you?" Erin asked her husband. "You will continue to be obedient and do all your chores, and serve me the way that I want. And you won't have any wetting accidents, I hope." "I promise" Bob replied. "I'll keep doing what you say. And it's only at night that I ever have accidents." "And you won't bother me for sex with you, will you. You understand that you're still a long way from getting that privilege again." "Yes, of course, dear. I understand." "OK then. From now on during the day you can wear panties instead of diapers. I went to the store yesterday and bought you seven pairs. One for each day of the week. You'll find them in the dresser in your room." Erin informed her husband. "P..panties? You mean I don't get to wear regular underwear?" asked Bob. "Of course not" laughed Erin. "What ever made you think that. Do you mean to tell me that you don't want to wear panties? Because I can keep you in diapers if you'd like. Tell me. Which will it be?" "Panties, please" replied Bob. "I'm sorry. I didn't understand. But please, I'd be most grateful if you'd let me wear panties instead of a diaper during the day." "That's better" said Erin. "And while we're at it, I'm also going to let you graduate from baby clothes to something more suited to a little girl of four or five. You'll see that I've put some new dresses and skirts and blouses and sweaters in your room as well. Go put one of the pretty party dresses on for me to see. I think you'll like them." Bob didn't know whether to be happy or distressed at this news. It was wonderful that Erin was going to let him out of the baby clothes. But he had thought that when that happened he'd be permitted to go back to wearing his regular clothes again. Now he realized that Erin's punishment was going to last a lot longer than he'd ever expected. "How ... how long will I have to dress in those clothes" he asked his wife. "Well, that depends on you." replied Erin. "If you're really a good little girl But if you give me any trouble, I'll have to keep you as a preschooler for longer than that. Now go to your room and get changed into the peach colored dress." Bob was so relieved to be able to wear something other than diapers and baby clothes, and to be permitted to walk upright instead of crawling, that he eagerly hurried to his room to change into panties he picked out a sheer high waisted pair of pale lemon cououred ones with lace ruffles on the rear , the colorful little girl's party dress that he found in the closet, white anklet socks, and shiny black patent leather shoes. He then returned to get Erin's approval of his appearance. "Very nice, sweetie. Just adorable, in fact. Now, one of the first things I need to show you now that you're old enough is how to sit properly like a little girl and how to curtsey. When you sit in a dress, Bobbie, it's important to always keep your knees together so your frilly panties are not on show So if you're in a chair, you want to sit up straight, knees and ankles together or else knees together and ankles crossed, and with your hands folded neatly in your lap. Sit on this chair and show me. That's it. Very nice. OK, now if you're sitting on the floor you want your legs together and folder under your or to the side. Give it a try. Excellent! You know, it's almost as if you were born to be a girl Bobbie" Erin teased. Bobbie blushed at the comment, but was also pleased that he was doing so well at behaving the way Erin wanted. "OK" giggled Erin. "You know what? You're doing so well that I've got a little reward for you. Come over her and stand in front of me. That's it. Now turn around and spread your legs and lean over. You can put your hands on the footrest to steady yourself if you'd like." Bobbie had no idea why Erin was putting him in this position, but he knew better than to disobey. And in any case, she'd said it was going to be something he liked. The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin pulling down his panties in back. Looking around, he saw her putting vaseline on the first finger of her right hand. "Now just relax, sweetie. This may feel a little cold at first, but I know that you'll like it pretty soon." The next thing Bobbie felt was Erin's finger probing at his opening in the rear. Automatically, he tightened up a little, without even realizing what he was doing. Erin rubbed the insides of his legs with her other hands. "Just relax sweetie. This won't hurt at all" Erin said, and the combination of her stroking of his thighs and her soft words did the trick. Bobbie was able to relax a bit, permitting Erin to slide her finger all the way inside him. Slowly, she worked it forward and back. "There now, doesn't that feel nice?" she said, but before Bobbie could answer he felt another finger join the first one. Erin could see that Bobbie was enjoying the experience. His face had started to flush, and his little penis was as hard as it could get tenting out in his seethrough panties . "H'mm -- just what you needed I think" laughed Erin. She then wrapped her other hand around his little member through the panties. Bobbie began to thrust back and forth, simultaneously rubbing against Erin's hand in front and moving her fingers back and forth in his rear. In about thirty seconds, though, it was over. Bobbie gave a final thrust and Erin could feel him release his mess into the panties. "What a good little girl you are" she laughed. "Now go get yourself cleaned up, put on a clean pair of panties, and you can start on your chores. And if you're really good, we can do that again tomorrow." Bobbie spent the next four weeks in his little girl role. Each day, when he returned from work, and before even beginning his after-work chores, he changed into one of the little girl outfits that Erin had obtained for him. She'd gotten him two very frilly party dresses, but also a couple of short little-girl skirts. His panties, which he wore all day underneath his work clothes also, were all particularly well suited to his new little girl life; one pair was white satin with lace ruffles across the front and rear another was satin aagin very frilly and childish pink with little matching ribbons all around the waistband, and the others were similarly very girlish in sheer nylon and ruffled .At night he slept in short frilly nylon baby doll nighties with nappies and plastic pants along with frily knickers . Erin also noticed that the transition from diapers to panties seemed to also parallel a transition in Bob's attitude. His complaining about her treatment of him had stopped, and instead he had become intent on really being as good and obedient as he could be. Partly, Erin knew, his eager obedience related to his desire to earn the favor of having her rub him to release if he'd been good that day. These "reward" treatments always involved some initial probing by Erin of her sissified husbands rear with her fingers, or, after the first week, with small dildoes. "OK" Erin would say with a smile towards the end of the day if Bob had been satisfactorily obedient "we can do it." Bob would get as excited as a little puppy when he heard this, and at Erin's command he would fetch the dildo from Erin's dresser and then present himself on all fours with rear raised for ready insertion. Erin would pull up his dress or skirt, pull down his panties in back, and work the dildo back and forth inside him until he was ready to explode. A little rub or even just a couple of flicks with her fingers on his front was then enough to finish things. "Thank you Erin" he would always say, to show her how appreciative he was for the pleasures she provided him. Even Erin's sleeping with other men was now something that they both accepted as a natural part of their new arrangement, and Bob's chores included helping her prepare for dates. These were, in fact, probably his favorite chores, because they made him feel that he was contributing, in at least an indirect way, to his wife's pleasure. He would run her bath, lay out her clothes, brush her hair, do her nails, and help her dress. And it was also his job to make sure that there was a supply of lotions available if Erin and her date should desire them as part of their intimate activities. Erin always made Bob greet her dates at the door, which helped quickly put the minds of any new dates at ease regarding concerns about going out with a married woman; after seeing Bob in his little girl's outfit greet them at the door, any concerns they might have had regarding a husband's jealousy were immediately allayed. Another change that occurred during Bob's first week as a little girl was that Erin brought him in to have him pierced. Bob thought she meant that his ears were going to be pierced, and he was quite concerned about going out in public with studs in both ears. Of course, Erin did plan to eventually have his ears pierced, but not at this time. So it was with a mixture of relief and fear, that when they went to the piercing studio, Bob realized that Erin and the two woman on duty (a friend of Erin's named Pamela and a very pretty young shop assistant names molly who had just turend 18 ) were discussing piercing him in more intimate locations. "Pull down your knickers dear" instructed Erin, as Bob stood nervously in front of the three women in a back room of the parlor. Bob knew better than to disobey, though Erin could see from the flushed expression on his face and from the nervous shaking of his hands as he undid his belt that he was both quite fearful and ashamed about the way Erin and Pamela were discussing him.Molly hadn't said much but her amusement was plain to see on her face. "Do you keep him in panties all the time?" asked Pamela when she saw the frilly pink little undies Bob was wearing. "Yes" replied Erin. "And at home he dresses as a little girl now but at night he still wears nappies and plastic pants ...baby girl clothing." Erin then motioned to Bob to remove his panties also, and when Pamela saw his flaccid hairless little penis less than an inch in size she laughed and commented "Well, I bet you don't get a lot of pleasure from that pathetic lttle thing." He looked across as Molly held her hand to her mouth to stop herself from lauging out loud. " thats so so teeny she said between fits of laughter ..awww I'm sorry for laughing " "No dont be sorry " chuckled Erin "In fact, all this started because of how poor he was at satisfying me. So I finally just decided to stop letting him use it that way anymore." "I assume you get it elsewhere" responded Pamela "or do you just get sissy here to satisfy you in other ways?" "Mainly elsewhere" giggled Erin. The shame and humlation Bob felt caused his penis to become hard . Oh look hes getting hard molly shouted as she giggled at the same time . Pamela and Rein turend to look . oh yes mmm I expect he finds it a turn on knowing you sleep with other men ...much bigger men " . "Then is the idea to permanently chastise him?" asked Pamela. "I have a couple of ways of doing that, so that it would be basically impossible for him to cum anymore. I don't do many of those, but I do get a few women every year who have decided to go that route. Or is it just something for decoration that you'd like?" Pamela asked these questions while inspecting Bob closely with her hands. The questions, however, were directed only to Erin -- it was obvious that this was a decision that was being made by Erin and Bob's feelings were basically irrelevant. But Erin and Pamela both did note that Bob's face went from very red to almost white at the mention of permanent chastisement. "No -- not a permanent chastity I don' think" replied Erin (much to Bob's relief), "but I would like to have control in that respect -- so that there's no chance of him doing anything without my permission." Pamela and Erin then discussed Erin's wishes a little further and Pamela generated a couple of possible option. The one they finally settled on involved insertion of a small ring through Bob's foreskin and another at the base of his scrotum. Pamela showed Erin pictures that showed how a small lock could be used to attach the two rings, which would make it almost impossible for Bob to masturbate without the lock being removed. "Let's do it" decided Erin, and an hour later she and Bob were home and Erin was watching, pleased with the new jewelry her husband was wearing beneath his panties. It was during Bob's third week as a little girl that Erin first decided to have him actually watch her be intimate with one of her dates. The man in question (Paul) was another ex-flame of Amanda's who had come highly recommended in the satisfying-a-woman department. Amanda had told him that Erin was married but that he didn't have to be worried at all about Erin's husband -- that in fact, Erin only had sex outside of marriage but not with her husband. The plan for the evening was for Erin and Paul to stay in and watch a video and then for Paul to stay the night. As usual, Bob had a variety of chores to do to help prepare for date -- making some hors d'oeurves, ensuring that the clothes that Erin would be wearing were all nicely cleaned and ironed, hand washing the lingerie that Erin had selected for the evening and for sleeping, shining Erin's shoes, picking up the video, buying champagne, straightening up the house, etc. etc. Then, in the early evening, he ran Erin's bath for her, and when she was done he was called on to dry her hair and brush it, help her dress, help her with her makeup, and so on. In addition, Bob knew that Erin would want him looking his little girl best, so he made sure he "naired" himself completely during the afternoon (Erin was very strict about him not having even a hint of body hair anywhere), and then dressed himself in the pink party dress with a short little-girl's style white cardigan sweater, anklet socks with shiny black shoes, and pink hair ribbons to hold the little pigtails in place on either side of his head. Then, at about 8:00 pm, as he helped Erin with some last minute preparation to get herself ready for an evening of good sex, Bob heard the doorbell ring. "That should be Paul" said Erin to her poor sissified husband. "Go let him in for me." Bob was always nervous about meeting one of his wife's dates for the first time. Even when the date had been told about Erin and Bob's situation, there was always that moment of shock on first seeing Bob that made Bob feel extra humiliated and shamed. But this time turned out to be worse than usual. Bob answered the door, keeping his eyes down and curtseying nicely the way Erin had taught him, and it wasn't until he had taken Paul's coat that he realized that this was someone he had met before. "Bob Johnson" laughed the man at the door. "I wondered if this was going to be you. I mean, how many Bob Johnsons could there be in this area? Do you remember me? From back in high school?" Bob remembered Paul clearly now. In high school, Bob had been one of the small, not-very-athletic and not-very-popular kids, while Paul had been a top athlete and one of the school leaders -- and one of the most popular with the girls. Bob had vivid memories of Paul and his friends picking on him and teasing him when they were in high school. Especailly in the showers ,he had been teased about his tiny penis and he knew Paul was very well endowed One time, when they'd been drinking after a football game, Paul and some of his friends and some of the cheerleaders had cornered Bob and forced him to go into the girl's locker room with four of the cheerleaders where they made him put on a cheerleader's outfit and then come out to show the group of guys how he looked. It had been the worst experience of Bob's life. But he also remembered dating a girl in high school for a short time who would break her dates if Paul or one of his group asked her out at the last minute. Bob had always wanted to get back at him for all the teasing and bullying, but obviously that was not how things were working out. "Y..yes, I remember you" said Bob in a quiet voice, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Do you remember that time in the girl's locker room" laughed Paul. "That was hysterical. When those girls dragged you out and you were wearing that outfit with the tight sweater and the red skirt -- we couldn't stop laughing. I guess I should have expected something like this would happen to you eventually. Once a sissy always a sissy." Bob flushed even redder, but had no response to Paul's question. They both knew that Bob remembered the incident in all its shameful detail. Bob showed Paul into the family room, then curtseyed again and left to fetch him a drink. A moment later he was back with drink in hand. "Thanks Bob" said Paul. "Or is it Bobbie? I think Amanda said something about calling you that now. So tell me Bobbie -- where is that lovely wife of yours? Amanda said she's very sexy. I can't believe you managed to marry someone that I'd want to have sex with, but life takes strange turns doesn't it. But I guess this was to be expected if you did find someone attractive -- that eventually she'd need someone like me to step into the breech that you can't fill successfully. That's it, isn't it? That you couldn't do your manly duties the way she wanted." Paul stared at Bob, obviously awaiting a response this time to his question. After an awkward moment of silence, Bob finally replied. "Y..yes" he admitted. "That's right. She ...she needed more than she was getting from me so she's started dating." "And how often does she let you do it?" asked Paul, with a huge grin on his face as he enjoyed the discomfort he was putting the poor sissy through. Bob looked down at his feet, unable to meet Paul stare. "Never -- any more" he quietly admitted. Just then, they both turned around as they heard Erin enter the room. They both saw that Erin looked great. She was wearing high heels exposing her delightfully pedicured and polished toes -- pedicured and polished by Bob of course, sheer stockings, a short tight navy blue knee length skirt with a slit up one side that wen all the way to her waist, and a baby blue angora cardigan sweater that was buttoned only about half-way up and which did little hide the fact that she was braless. She walked right up to Paul and gave him a big long sexy kiss. "I see you've met my husband" she laughed when she and Paul finally broke from their hug. "Yes -- actually, we'd met before" said Paul. "Hasn't Bob ever mentioned that I was one of his friends in high school? And didn't he ever tell you of the famous cheerleader incident?" "No he hasn't" said Erin. "Bobbie, dear, you should have told me. Were you dating a cheerleader?" "Uh -- that's not quite it" laughed Paul. "The sissy here was not really the type to get a cheerleader date." Paul then proceeded to tell Erin all about the incident, and also told her about asking out girls who he knew were dating Bob. "So" he concluded "it really doesn't surprise me that much that all these years later here I am about to spend the evening with his wife while he's spending the evening in sissy girl clothes. He told me that you never have sex with him anymore -- only with other guys. Is that right?" "It's true" laughed Erin. "But I do let him diddle himself in front of my dates sometimes. That's about all the sex he ever gets now. Would you like to see." Paul was laughing so hard by now his eyes were watering. "Sure. I could use a funny show. " Erin took Paul by the hand and the two of them sat together on the couch. Erin gave Paul a kiss, and then undid her sweater completely, so that he could kiss and rub her breasts, while she slipped one hand inside his pants. "Mmm" he cooed, as she felt him. "Amanda was right. You are well endowed. Wait till you see Bob and how puny he is." As she said this, Paul pulled his head up from Erin's chest and looked over at the sissy standing in front of them. At that point, without removing her hand from Paul's pants, Erin motioned for Bob to pull up his dress and play with himself. "OK honey -- time to put on your quick little show" she laughed. Bob's face was beet red. This was worse than it had been with any of Erin's other dates. She was being much more amorous in front of him than she ever had been before, and the fact that Paul had been one of his tormentors in high school made everything even more humiliating than it would have been anyway. In high school he'd always hoped that he'd someday be able to get back at the popular kids who had teased him and picked on him, but now here he was with one of them about to have sex with his wife while he was standing there dressed in the clothes of a four year old girl. Despite the shame, Bob knew he had no choice but to do as Erin instructed. As Erin and Paul continued to pet on the couch, Bob stood in front of them and pulled down his frilly ruffled litttle girl panties and then held up his dress with one hand. Paul and Erin looked over, and the first thing Paul noticed was that the locking chastity that Erin had had installed. "Well" said Paul to Erin, "I guess he doesn't do anything with that without your permission. What a clever little system you used. Where do you keep the key?." "Just right here on my key ring in my purse" replied Erin. "Here, I'll unlock him so he can play with himself a bit for us." Erin retrieved the key from her purse and called Bob over so she could unlock his privates. "OK, now rub it till it's hard honey" she told him. "That's it?" laughed Paul, when he saw the unimpressive dimensions of Bob's privates. "Bobbie boy, I can't imagine you were ever able to satisfy this lovely woman with that little dick of yours." "As a matter of fact, he never did" said Erin. "Here, let's show him what a real man looks like. Bobbie, stop playing with yourself for a minute and come over here and undo Paul's pants. I want you to see what it is that I need." Obediently Bob knelt in front of Erin and Paul and reached up to undo Paul's pants. Erin then pulled Paul out of his pants. Even Bob was shocked at the difference in size both length and thickness between him and Paul. Paul grinned as he saw the expression on Bob's face. "Well" said Erin to her sissy husband. "What do you think?" "It ... it's much bigger" said Bob in almost a whisper. "And much better for pleasing me" said Erin. "Now -- before Paul and I really get it on I want you to give it a little kiss and thank Paul for helping to take care of me." "Wh .. what do you mean? Kiss it? Do you mean that." asked Bob with a tone of astonishment. "Just a little peck sweetie -- right on the tip" said Erin, with a giggle. Bob looked up at his wife and saw her look of determination. Submissively, he did as he was told, leaning forward to place his lips quickly where his wife had instructed. "There, that was very nice" said Erin "And now thank Paul for taking care of my needs." Tears had started to well up in Bob's eyes as he quietly whimpered "Th..thank you Paul -- for -- for sleeping with my wife." "Why, you're very welcome" laughed Paul. "My pleasure in fact. Of course, it's not a pleasure you ever have anymore is it. So let's get back to seeing you give yourself a little pleasure. Stand back up there and let us see you give that thing a little rubbing. Erin told me that I'd better watch carefully or it will be all over before I've even looked." The tears were now streaming down Bob's face, but he did as he was told he became erect his tiny puny penis ,he pumped it with finger and thumb -- lasting no more than 40 seconds this time. "Well, what a show!" laughed Paul. "Short but fun." "Go clean yourself up sweetie" instructed Erin. "Then come on back here. I think Paul and I are going to do it right here in the family room, and I think it would be fun to have you watch this time." Bob returned from the bathroom a few minutes later. Even before entering the family room he could hear the sounds of Erin and Paul's lovemaking. Not sure what to do or where to stand, he awkwardly sat in a corner away from the lovebirds, who were then focused solely on each other on the couch. He could see that Erin was excited to a degree that she'd never been with him,she was straddling Paul sliding up and down on his long thick eight inch shaft sinking lower and lower until he was all the way inside her and was doing things with (and to) Paul thatshe'd never done with him.The sound of flesh slapping on flesh ,they changed positions Erin now on her back her legs over his shoulders as he began to slam his hardness in and out slowly at first until he began to speed up. Erin began to bite his shulder to muffle her cries , feeling his penis so deep inside she began to shake and trembel the white silk panties around her ankle waving with each thust as her climax neared ,she goraned louder and louder the sofa squeeked and shiftted into the wall . The activity continued for almost an hour in a variety of positions, and during all that time Bob sat quietly like a good little girl in the chair, watching but not speaking, and with his legs properly crossed at the ankles and his hands neatly folded in his lap (the way that Erin hadtaught him to sit). When the lovers were finally done they gave each other one final deep kiss, got dressed, and then Paul left, without having spoken another word to Bob. But after waving good-bye to Paul, Erin returned, sat back on the couch, and called Bob over to sit on the floor (with legs properly folded underneath him of course and with his hands together on his lap) in front of her. "OK -- clean-up time honey. There really isn't much to do tonight. Just make sure the kitchen is straightened and the dishes done. And, of course, you need to do your cleaning right here also." said Erin, pointing to her just-used feminine lair. This was one duty that Bob really had mixed feeling about. On the one hand, it was the only time he ever really was permitted any form of intimate contact with his wife. On the other hand ....... "Well" she said, when he was done licking her clean "now you've seen what it's like when a real man makes love to a woman. Not exactly like our old sessions, now was it?" Bob had no choice but to agree. "You know" continued Erin "you'd never told me about that cheerleader incident before. I'd like to hear more." "Wh..what do you mean" stammered Bob. "Well -- for starters -- did you like it? Being dressed up as a cheerleader I mean and being paraded around in front of Paul and the other football players." "No, of course not. It was terrible. I hated it. I cried." "Oh, come on. You must have liked some parts of it just a little bit" teased Erin. "I mean -- how about when you had to take off all your clothes in the locker room with the cheerleaders. That must have been a bit fun. I bet you got excited. Did you?" A flush of crimson flushed across Bob's cheeks. "Well, no, it wasn't fun. It was embarrassing. But I did get excited. I didn't want to, but I did." "And how did all the girls react when they saw you with an a tiny erection?" Bob looked down, and answered in a voice that was so soft that Erin could barely hear when he'd said. "They laughed at me." "They what?" asked Erin. "I couldn't hear. Don't whisper sweetie. I just want to know what happened." "They laughed at me" said Bob, a little louder this time, "because, well, you know." "Because you're not very big." said Erin. "Was that what they were laughing about." "Y...yes" said Bob as the beginnings of a tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. "Oh, don't cry sweet girl" said Erin, as she dabbed at his eyes with a kleenex. "There's nothing the matter with a sissy boy not being very big. I bet that's true of a lot of sissies. So what else happened. Paul said to ask you about the happy face. What was that all about?" "He told you that!" whimpered Bob. "I..I can't tell you about that." "Of course you can" said Erin, leaning over to give him a little hug and then patting his head and letting him lay it in her lap. "I'm your wife. You love me. I know that for sure. You should tell me everything. There's no reason to hide experiences from me." Bob had started to cry once again, but through his tears he told Erin the rest of the story. "Wh..when the girls saw me with a, well, you know, with an erection, they laughed and then one of them got out her make-up kit and put lipstick on it -- on the tip, and then got out an eyebrow pencil and drew in two little dark spots as eyes and a smile face. All on the tip. And then after they dressed me in the uniform and made me go out and show they guys, they made me hold up the skirt ,I was wearing some white silky nylon panties that belonged to one of those girs and they pulled down the panties so the guys could see the happy face." Bob started to cry a lot harder as he finished the tale. Erin patted his head. "That's OK little sissy. " she said. " It's OK to cry. That's what little girls do. Go ahead. Cry it out. It will make you feel better." Bob continued to cry for several minutes, before finally regaining his composure. "There, there" said Erin. "Now don't you feel better. Aren't you glad you told me about that, and stopped trying to hide that from me. No more hiding anything from mummy , do you understand?" Bob looked up at his wife with an almost overwhelming feeling of love and devotion, and at the same time a sense of the complete, almost maternal control that she now had over him. "You know what I think?" continued Erin. "I'll bet that that wasn't the only time you were ever in panties when you were younger. It's time to tell me all about those other times too. There were some other times, weren't there?" Bob looked up at her again, and nodded. "Yes ...a...a couple of times." "Well, tell me about them" said Erin. "Once ....once was when I was only about 13 . It was halloween" Bob said. "My parents were away and I was staying with a neighbor -- an older woman -- Mrs. Conrad --whose own children were adults. I had a halloween party to go to, but my mom had not told Mrs. Conrad about it. So I got back from school that day, and didn't have a costume to wear, and it was too late to go buy one." Erin listened quietly as her sissy husband continued to tell her of this shameful experience that he'd never discussed before. "Mrs. Conrad looked around for something to use. I said I could go as a ghost, but she didn't want to ruin any of her sheets. Finally she said that she was sure there must be something in the attic. A few minutes later, she came back with something in her hands -- a girl's dance costume that one of her daughters had worn years earlier when she was a princess in a ballet recital." Erin began to chuckle. "Was there a tutu and everything?" she giggled. "Yes" admitted Bob. "and tights, and ballet shoes, and even a silvery plastic tiara." "And you agree to wear that?" asked Erin. "My goodness -- you must have been a sissy even way back then." "No, I didn't agree." protested Bob. "But Mrs. Conrad kept insisting, and telling me that this was the only costume she had, so that if I wanted to go to the party, I had to wear that costume. And when I complained and said no, she just told me I was being silly, and that since it was halloween, it was OK to wear any kind of costume, even that kind. I still didn't want to, and said I couldn't because I wasn't really a girl, but Mrs. Conrad then started to get angry and said that I wasn't a cowboy either but that I wouldn't object to wearing a cowboy costume. Well, finally, partly because she was getting so angry, partly because I really wanted to go to the party, and partly just because her arguments seemed to make sense to me, I agreed." "Oh, wow. I wish I'd been there." laughed Erin. "So -- you put on the costume?" "Well, first, Mrs. Conrad made me take all my clothes off" blushed Bob. "She was very direct -- simply told me to stand there and get undressed, and when I stopped at my underwear she came over and pulled that off me too, and handed me a pair of panties to wear instead." "And how did that feel, sweeties?" asked Erin. "I .. I didn't like it, and told her that I should at least get to wear my own underpants, but she didn't pay any attention to what I was saying. And then, well, she got made at me because, I ..well, I responded to the feel of the panties." "You mean you got a little erection?" said Erin in amazement. "Did Mrs. Conrad see it. What did she do?" "She saw it poking the panties, and made me take them down, gave it a swat to make it relax, and then taped it back between my legs. I was actually crying by this time, but she was so wrapped up in getting me into the costume that I don't think she really noticed." "Then" Bob continued "I put the panties back in place, and had to put on a pair of tights, a leotard, and tutu. Mrs. Conrad also put make-up on me." Just as Bob was saying this, he realized that Erin had started to let her hands wander down underneath his panties (with one hand) and underneath her panties (with the other). He stopped talking, and just lay there to enjoy the moment of closeness between them. "Bobbie dear" said Erin "I think I'm going to interrupt you for a couple of minutes. There's something I want to get, and then you can continue your story." Bob moved to let Erin get up, then sat waiting, unsure (and nervous) about what it was that she might have in mind. She was gone about three or four minutes, and when she returned and Bob saw what she was wearing, all he could do was open his mouth in shock. Erin was still dressed in her blouse and sweater, but she had removed her skirt and panties, and was wearing just her stockings and a garter and ... the item that really caught Bob's attention ..a strap-on dildo! "I think it's time you got experience feeling is like with me really working one of these in and out inside you" Erin said, with a huge grin on her face. "I suspect you'll enjoy the feeling -- and certainly I know that I will! " Erin then walked over so that the device was bobbing directly in front of her sissy husband's face. Bob wasn't sure what he should do or what was expected of him. This dildo was much bigger than anything his wife had ever used on him before, and she'd never used one as a strap-on. "Bobbie" said Erin at bit sternly "when you see one of these, up nicely erect like this, in front of your face -- whether it's my strap-on or a real one of one of my lovers -- I expect you to show your proper respect by kissing it. Go ahead." Bob knelt in front of his wife, looked up at her face, and could see clearly from the determined look that met his glance that he would be well advised to do exactly as Erin said. So -- meekly and obediently --he leaned over and planted his lips on the tip of the object still bobbing in his face. "Very good" said Erin. "And now -- put the tip in your mouth. NOW BOBBIE! Get it all wet and smooth. I assure you that you'll be a lot happier in a few minutes if you do." Erin smiled at the sight of her sissified husband with the end of the dildo between his lips. "Good girl" she said. "When you think that's enough, turn around on your hands and knees and put your arms on the floor and your head on your arms." Bob continued with his licking of the strap-on for another minute, then nervously turned around and got into the position indicated by his wife. Erin could see that he was visibly shaking with nervousness --which made her even more pleased with his obedience. As he adopted the position, Erin moved behind him, and pulled up his skirt and pulled down his panties. Bob could feel the hard object rubbing between his cheeks, the end starting to make them spread. "You're about to be taken,Bobbie" said Erin. "I'm sure you'll grow to like this, even if it isn't so much fun today. " Bob, who had been fearfully compliant up to this point, was suddenly overcome with trepidation. "Oh Erin, sweetheart. Please. Don't. I beg of you. Please. I'll ...I'll do anything you want. But not this. Please." "BOBBIE" replied his wife. "DO NOT COMPLAIN. You know how much I dislike that. And has it ever gotten you what you want before? No? Of course not. It just makes me angry. I want to use this on you. It will make me feel good. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want me to be pleased?" "Yes, of course, sweetheart, it's just that ....." "Then no more whining and no 'just that's' again." commanded Erin. "This is what happens to sissified men, and it is going to happen to you! Just keep going with your story of the Halloween party. I want to hear all about that while I do this." Meekly, Bob tried to continue his story. "Th...th..then Mrs. Conrad took me to the party. I wanted to run from the house to the car so that no one would see me, but Mrs. Conrad didn't rush at all and she had me by the hand. Unfortunately, her next door neighbor -- another older woman -- was out in her front yard gardening and when she saw us she called Mrs. Conrad over to say hello. I had to go over too. I'd met this woman a couple of other times, but she didn't recognize me at first -- not surprisingly. In fact, at first she asked Mrs. Conrad 'What's this little girl's name?', and I had to tell her it was me, Bob. She stared for a moment and ...." . Just at that moment in telling the story, Bob felt his wife press the strap-on hard against his opening. Although he knew he should just try to relax, he couldn't, and his body automatically resisted the intrusion until Erin reached down to help spread him with her hands -- and suddenly Bob felt the end of the dildo slip past the opening and slide deep inside. "Good girl! See -- now that wasn't so bad was it?" laughed Erin. "Just go on with your story while I have my fun back here" she said as she leaned over and gave her sissy hubby a little kiss on the back of the head. Bob tried to continue to tell Erin of his Halloween party experience, but the feeling of his wife having her way with him with the dildo from behind made it somewhat difficult for him to focus on his memories. "The ...the woman" Bob continued "stared at me again, made me look right up at her, and then said 'Why it really is you, bobbie. What a wonderful Halloween costume. You look just precious. Mrs. Conrad you really have a talent for costumes. ' Then, turning to me again, she asked if I could pirouette for her, and Mrs. Conrad made me do a few ballet twirls and prance around a bit for the woman." As Bob continued his story he could feel his wife increasing the speed and intensity of her thrusts, and could tell from her breathing that she was getting very close to a climax. But when he stopped relating his tale, Erin quickly gave him a slap to tell him to continue. "Well, after that we got in the car and drove to my friend's house. I didn't want to go in. All the excitement of thinking about the party was gone. Instead, all I could think about was what my friends weregoing to think when they saw me. I begged Mrs. Conrad not to make me go in, but she just got really mad when I said that. She told me that she'd gone to a lot of effort to get me looking pretty in my costume, so there was not a chance in the world that I was not going to go to the party. She then got out of the car, walked around, opened my door, and took my hand. All I did was look at my feet as we walked up to the front door. Mrs. Conrad rang the bell, and as I heard footsteps approaching I wanted to run away more than anything in the world, but Mrs. Conrad squeezed my hand tightly and said to me in a very stern voice to quit acting up -- that I looked very pretty and everyone would like the costume." "Then the door opened. It was my friend's mom. She ......" . Just then Bobbie realized that Erin was beginning her climax. He had been doing his best to move his hips to meet each of her thrusts -- wanting very much for her to be pleased with his "performance", and now he pushed back extra hard just as Erin was pushing forward with one last intense thrust. Bobbie could feel her whole body shudder, and then, after one loud gasp, she stopped thrusting and just lay across his back. "Mmmm" she said. "That was delightful! We definitely will be doing this again." Then with a quiet laugh she said "So --tell me sweetie -- how did your mom's friend react when she saw you?" As Erin relaxed in the afterglow of having introduced her husband to his first strap-on experience, Bobbie continued his story of his Halloween party humiliation. "Well -- at first she thought I was one of the girls, dressed up as a ballerina, but there were only a couple of girls invited to the party and she didn't recognize me as one of them. The way I remember it is that she seemed a bit confused, and asked Mrs. Conrad who 'this pretty little one is?'. Mrs. Conrad made me tell her, but when I did she didn't really react at all. She just told me how cute I looked and what a wonderful costume it was, and then told Mrs. Conrad what time to pick me up. My friend's mom then ushered me inside where all the other kids were already playing a party game. She stopped the game to get everyone's attention and then told them "Bob's finally here kids. Doesn't he look cute." Erin was giggling by now at the thought of her husband when he was a child greeting his friends in his ballerina costume. "And what did you friends think? Did they think you looked cute." "It..it wasn't funny." protested Bob. "I was so embarrassed, and the guys all laughed at me and called me 'tutu sissy'. The girls were nice though and told me they liked the costume a lot, so I ended up playing mostly with the girls at the party. My friend's mom was nice too, although that probably made it worse. When it was time for the 'best costume' contest she made me do some ballet steps and in front of everyone she showed me how to do a ballet curtsey and then made me do curtsey for everyone who wanted to vote for me for best costume. Well the guys thought that was so funny that they all said they'd vote for me and I had to do a curtsey for each of them, which was horribly humiliating." "Oh, I'm sure it must have been a really embarrassing experience at the time. But I bet you really did enjoy it just a little bit, didn't you? There's nothing wrong with that you know. It's OK to admit that when you were a boy you sometimes wished you were pretty like a girl." "NO" said Bob. "I didn't." "Not even once. Not even a little bit" teased Erin. "Not even when you were dressed up like a pretty ballerina?" Bob blushed as he thought back more on his Halloween experience. "Well" he admitted "maybe just a little. Th..the girls and the moms all were very nice to me and told me how pretty I looked and that did make me feel good." Erin smiled at her sissy husband's response, and thought to herself that if he had a side to him that really wanted to be pretty and to be treated like a female, what she had planned for him was certainly going to satisfy those feelings. "Oh, by the way" said Erin, changing the topic. "Did I mention that a friend of mine is going to be coming over for lunch on Saturday, and she's bringing her sissy husband with her for you to play with? She first turned him into a feminized sissy almost two years ago and she said they're always on the lookout for other little-girl sissy men for her sissy to play with." And then with a laugh, Erin said "I'm sure you two will have lots of fun!" The impending visit preyed on Bob's mind all week. He kept hoping Erin would tell him that she was just kidding, but of course she wasn't. On Saturday morning Erin reminded Bob that he should take extra care to make himself look as pretty as possible. "I strongly suggest that you wear something that you think will make me pleased with your appearance." she told him. Bob took a long time deciding what to wear, finally choosing to put on his may jane shoes, pink knee socks, very short red skirt, and pink little-girl's style lambs wool sweater set (the cardigan and pullover each had flower patterns in embroidery). He also put his hair into short braids (one on each side like pigtails) tied with small red ribbons, and added a two small red heart barettes to his hair as well. Then he went see Erin for "inspection." "Oh sweetie." Erin said with a big smile (much to Bob's relief -- he was always nervous about inspections). "You look very nice. Now remember, when my friend Mrs. Smythe shows up, I want you to answer the door. The first thing you should do after she enters is curtsey and introduce yourself. I bought a present for her sissy husband Alicia. Mrs. Smythe told me that Alicia loves rhumba panties, so I bought her a pair for you to give her. When you meet her I want you to curtsey to her as well, then give her the gift and give her a tiny kiss on the cheek. You and Alicia will be serving us lunch -- so be sure to get out a apron for both of you to wear while you're cooking and serving and cleaning. But then you should have some time to play together after lunch. Mrs. Smythe said that Alicia is bringing some of her dolls to play with. I want you to play nicely with Alicia and not cause any trouble -- OR ELSE. Is that understood." Bob dreaded the thought of the visit, but knew that complaining would get him nowhere, so he meekly nodded his head and uttered a polite "Yes ma'am. I understand." Bob spent most of the rest of the morning making preparation for the visit -- straightening the house, getting everything ready for lunch, and so on. He was very nervous, and when the doorbell rang at exactly the appointed hour, Bob jumped with a startle, but then went to get the door. When he opened the door, Bob was met by the sight of a very tall very attractive woman, about five or ten years older than Erin. Mrs. Smythe's height was further enhanced by the steeply high heeled shoes she was wearing, and Bobbie noted a distinct old-fashionedness about her appearance -- her stockings were black with noticeable seams up the back, and she was wearing a long gray wool flannel skirt and a high neck victorian style white blou se. "Why hello" said Mrs. Smythe, in an accent that immediately revealed her British heritage, "You must be Bobbie. How very nice to meet you." And then as Bobbie curtseyed, Mrs.Smythe continued "How adorable you look dear. I can see already that Erin has you very well trained as a sissy." Then, turning to the sissified man who was holding her hand as if her were just a child, Mrs. Smythe said "Alicia, say hello to Bobbie. You two will be playing together today." Mrs. Smythe's husband was as small as she was tall -- Bobbie guessed he was barely above five feet tall (if that), with narrow shoulders and an overall rather frail appearance. Alicia was decked out in an clothes that Bobbie immediately thought of as a typical little girl's church outfit -- black patent leather shoes, yellow anklets, a very short yellow party dress, white gloves, and small yellow purse. Alicia had one very large yellow ribbon just lightly to one side on the top of her head, and otherwise her long blond hair fell freely in large ringlets down onto her shoulders and her back. "Hello Bobbie" said Alicia with a curtsey. "You look very pretty." Bobbie returned the curtsey, just as Erin had told him to do. "Hello Alicia. You look very pretty too." said Bobbie, who then reached over to the table near the door to get the present for Alicia. "Here" said Bobbie. "This is for you." Bobbie hesitated a moment, but then realized that Erin had just appeared from down the stairs. Knowing what was expected of him, and fearful of incurring Erin's wrath (especially in front of company) he then leaned over and gave Alicia a tiny kiss on the cheek. "Well hello Arlene" said Erin to Mrs. Smythe. "We're so pleased you were able to visit. And I see you brought Alicia along with you. Wonderful. How are you Alicia?" The little feminised sissy curtseyed politely and then in a sweetly soft and surprisingly high pitched voice "I'm very well, thank you Mrs. Johnson." "Why don't you open your gift sugar" said Mrs. Smythe to her husband. Alicia neatly removed the wrapping paper, undid the box, and then let out a squeal of delight. "Oh mommy look" s/he said to Mrs. Smythe. "Panties. Just the kind I love. Oh thank you Bobbie." "Why don't you put them on?" said Mrs. Smythe. "May I!" exclaimed her husband excitedly, and then Alicia held the sk irt of her dress up high above her waist as his wife pulled the panties he was wearing down his legs and replaced them with the new rhumba panties he'd just received. As this change of panties was being performed, both Bobbie and Erin noticed something odd. Alicia was completely shaven so she looked rather babyish between her legs -- which didn't surprise Erin and Bobbie too much. What did surprise them was how small Alicia was down there, and the fact that they couldn't notice any sign of testicles! Mrs. Smythe noticed the stares and laughed. "Ah" she said, "it seems you've noticed what a baby Alicia is down there. You can have a feel Erin. What do you think?" Erin reached over, pulled Alicia's little penis up out of the way. and felt around below and behind it. "There ..there's really nothing there!" she said, somewhat started. Poor Alicia was blushing furiously by then, but did nothing to stop Erin's fingers from their exploration. "That's right" said Arlene Smythe. "When I first made him into a sissy he just seemed to be excited all the time and I couldn't stop him from playing with himself. I warned him what would happen, but I guess it just wasn't something he could control. In any case, you can see what I had done -- had him gelded you might say. What about your husband. How have you dealt with that problem?" "Well -- I'll show you" laughed Erin. "Bobbie -- show Mrs. Smythe and Alicia how I control your chastity." Bobbie hesitated for a moment, but then pulled up his skirt and pulled down his panties. "Lie down on the couch here so they can see better" instructed Erin. Bobbie lay on the couch and Mrs. Smythe then kneltbeside him to get a good look at what Erin had done. "Oh -- now that is really nice" said Mrs. Smythe as she admired the piercings that were used to lock Bobbie's penis back between his legs. "I can see that it must keep him completely chaste , and he has to pee sitting down. What a marvelous idea. If I'd thought of doing that, Alicia here might still be able to get an erection. I assume you keep the key, Erin?" "Of course. I have two copies actually. One in my purse and another in my locked jewelry box upstairs." "Can we see it unlocked?" asked Mrs. Smythe. "Alicia gets so envious of sissies who have not been gelded, but she also loves to see a sissy penis in working order. Bobbie's does work I take it?" "Oh yes" laughed Erin as she used the key from her purse to unlock Bobbie's penis. "Not that he gets to use it very much -- and certainly I never let it near me!" With the lock removed, Arlene Smythe reached over to give some squeezes so that she and her sissy husband could see Bobbie's privates in action. As expected, it took just a little bit of stimulation to bring him to attention. "Can..can I give it a little kiss?" asked Alicia, looking up at Mrs. Smythe. Bobbie's eyes grew wide, and he looked over at Mrs. Smythe and then at his own wife assuming (and certainly hoping) that she would make clear that this wasn't the kind of game that he liked. "Well -- I guess that's up to Mrs. Johnson" laughed Arlene. "What do you think Erin. Can my sissy give it a little kiss?" Erin looked at Bobbie and had no trouble reading the meaning of the look of fear in his eyes. "I don't see why not" she laughed. "In fact, I'll tell you what. We can put Bobbie on this coffee table over here and tie his hands and feet to the table legs so he can't move. Then Alicia can play with him however she wants. I can see that Alicia would like that-- and, well, I do think it's time for Bobbie to learn about these things." Bobbie knew better than to protest, but couldn't stop a few tears from welling up in his eyes as the two women placed him on the coffee table and tied his hands and feet in place. "There" said Erin. " That should do it. Why don't we go upstairs Arlene and let these two play by themselves for a little while. I'll show you some pictures from our photo album." The two women then got up and left the room, but not before noticing that Alicia was giving her new sissy friend somewhat more than just a little peck of a kiss. About twenty minutes later the women came back downstairs. By then, Alicia was sitting off to the side by herself playing with a doll. Bobbie was still tied to the table, and the women could see that the aroused state that his penis had been in when they'd left had been replaced by a flaccid limpness now. Both women laughed at the sight, giving each other a knowing look, and then Erin went over to release her sissy husband from his bonds. "Go play with your dolls for a few minutes, dear" laughed Erin. "Then you and Alicia can get us some cakes and coffee."