Submission ~ Baby ZsaZsa
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Baby Sharon Girly ~ a story of a sissybaby lesbian in training
First Visit to GovernessX ~ an account of a sissybaby's nursery attendance
Girly Sharon – Part 1 ~ a story of a sissybaby lesbian awakening
Baby Sharon ~ a story of a sissybaby reborn
Baby Sharon Girly – Part 2
I opened my eyes and in the low level light of the bedroom I could just see that Anna was not wearing her usual nightwear but was wearing a see-through sexy blue and white nightie. Her beautiful firm naked breasts, which shone through her nightie, were ripe for caressing and kissing. My hands moved deliberately over them and stroked them as if they were the most precious jewels in the world. Her skin was soft and her large nipples crowned her femininity. As I touched them they grew and grew and I knew I just had to kiss them and give Anna the pleasure she deserved and wished for.
As I lifted my head and bent over her breasts, my mind pictured them covered with pearls of baby milk ready to feed the world! I licked each breast very, very gently as if each of her pearls were the most precious thing in the world. Round and round went my tongue and I felt Anna’s response as she relaxed her body and enjoyed the attention. As I softly squeezed each nipple in turn, I noticed how hard and long they had become. I was now ready to kiss them and did so very gently. Six kisses on each breast. Each kiss was a little stronger than the previous one but they were each preceded by gentle caressing and squeezing.
Anna was still stimulating her own clitty with her fingers as I was attending to her breasts. Her breathing became heavier and deeper. She was moving around with pleasure and telling me what a good lesbian baby I was and I would be rewarded later. She gently pushed my head away from her breasts and guided it down her perfumed body to between her legs which she had opened very wide. As her hands moved back to stimulate her breasts, I was then told to kiss, lick and suckle on her clitty and pussy. By this time her movements were so strong that I had difficulty in keeping up with them. I thoroughly enjoyed breathing in and tasting the delightful fragrances and fluids emanating from her.
Her moans got louder and her thighs tightened around my head. She was in ecstasy and I realised that I was reaching my destiny as her lesbian baby sissy. She screamed out with pleasure and squeezed me tightly with her hands nearly digging her nails into me. I could feel her whole body pulsating again and again with ripples of pleasure. Her legs squeezed me so tightly I though my head would break like an eggshell. As I licked and suckled her pussy I could sense and taste the river of juices that were released. I felt her relax and she pushed my head away from her pussy. Her orgasm was declining as I lay back in her arms and she cuddled me. I really felt wanted by her and imagined that I might even have to be her lesbian sister and lover for the rest of my life!
A few minutes later, to my surprise, the door opened and in came my sister, Joan, seaming to be very concerned.
“Is everything okay? I heard screams!” Joan said.
“Everything is fine. I was just teaching Baby Sharon how to be a good lesbian sister. You appreciate what I mean!” replied Anna.
“Just as I thought, they were screams of lady delight and not panic. I had to investigate, you understand! Generally girl on girl is not my scene, Anna. My boyfriend gives me all the sex I need and is well trained through my petticoat punishment and control regime. However, I do remember how you and I used to play with each other as precocious and developing young ladies - and what fun it was too!. Now, perhaps it is time I had some fun with Baby Sharon. I will use my petticoat punishment skills to sissify and control our brother as agreed with you and Mummy.”
After turning the light on low using the dimmer switch, Joan came over to the bed. She was wearing lemon coloured satin pyjamas with matching negligee. She looked at me for a few minutes and I could see a glint in her eye as she inspected and felt my pink nightie.
She opened my side of the large bed and climbed in. I was now sandwiched between my two sisters, with me wearing a pink nightie and matching panties. Joan used her soft hands to feel me all over including my clitty and pussy areas.
“Anna, this does not feel how my younger teenage brother should be dressed! He is wearing a nightie and panties. How many boys do you know that wear them at all, let alone at night and in bed. Also, why at his age is he sleeping with his older sister? Clearly I need to take him in hand and show him who is in charge. I want to be in charge of him for the rest of tonight and tomorrow."
“Okay”, said Anna. “I will leave and return to my room. Baby Sharon is yours for now. Enjoy her! Remember she must be very excited from our session and I did not give her any relief.”
Anna got out of bed, turned the light off and left the room. Now I was totally at Joan’s mercy.
Joan moved nearer to me and started to feel me all over. I enjoyed it as I felt her hands caress my sensitive skin through my nightie and panties. I could smell her beautiful perfume as she whispered in my ear comments about my lack of masculinity, my small penis and my smooth body. It was the start of her control of me using Petticoat Training Discipline and verbal humiliation.
“Now, go to sleep as tomorrow you will have a busy day with me in charge. Clearly you will never be really manly so you are going to be my sissy girl and maid.
Joan opened the drawer by the bed and took out a small vial which she placed under my nose. As I breathed it in, it smelled divine, completely relaxed me and put me to sleep. As I was entering that twilight world I heard her saying sweetly, “My Sissy Sharon, My Sissy Sharon, My Sissy Sh..., My Sissy..., My...”
The next thing I knew was the sunlight entering the room from behind the curtains. Joan had tied my hands and feet with cuffs and straps to the ends of the bed so I could not move.As she was stroking my face and hair, she said, “I am very disappointed in you, brother. Dressing up in these feminine clothes makes me feel that you are a weakling of a man. Therefore it must now be in your best interests to have your masculinity severely curtailed and controlled. Your penis is of little use to we girls and ladies. You have little hair or muscle power and your breasts are sprouting. Luckily, I can use you for demonstration purposes especially to the budding young dominant ladies in my social circle and at my College. So, from now on, you will be under my petticoat control and I plan to sissify you.“
Joan lifted the bedding and exposed my body covered with the panties and nightie. She moved the panties down my hairless legs and exposed my penis. To my horror, shame and embarrassment she produced a ruler and measured its length when soft and floppy, barely 2 inches. I knew what was next and tried to prevent my penis erecting. However, Joan knew what she wanted to do and she took off her panties and placed them over my face with the crotch by my nose. I could not help but take in her sweet feminine aroma. Another pair of green full panties appeared in her hand with which she proceeded to caress and stimulate by penis.
“Come on, my brother, show me what you can do and that you are really a man after all and I will stop this sissification and control! In fact, if you demonstrate you are really a man I will give you one of our submissive girlies to enjoy!”She knew I would never perform as a man and was on to a certainty.
I was in a dilemma. I knew Joan really wanted me to have a big erection so she could see and measure the maximum size I could achieve. On the other hand I was a man and should not be dressed this way or react to wearing feminine things. Shouldn’t I as the male be in charge, in control and fight my way out? It was not to be. Joan's perfume was intoxicating and together with her caressing and teasing caused my penis to grow and grow. I thought it would now be enormous enough to satisfy any girly or lady but when Joan went to measure it, the figure was only 3 inches in length with a small girth to match.
“This is no good to any girl, let alone a lady, Sissy Sharon, with the emphasis on the word 'Sissy'. Even my girlfriends who are small and submissive would gain no pleasure from it. It would barely fill half their hole let alone excite them and certainly not be able to stimulate them into orgasm however hard you thrust! It is the size of a large clitoris and my girlfriends would love to have a clitty the size of your penis so from now on it will be referred to as your 'clitty'! More girly than manly.”Joan untied me and pulled me up out of the bed by my hands and led me to the bath room. There I was made to take off my nightie and panties and step into the shower. While Joan made me wash off the sweat from the night’s activity, she ran a hot scented bath. A thorough examination of my body showed that my hair growth in the last 24 hours had been minimal and I did not need any shaving or depilatory cream. This only reconfirmed Joan’s ideas that I was a 'girly-boy' with a clitty. She teased and humiliated me about it, again saying how much her friends would be interested in me and my clitty.
Joan washed my hair with a ladies shampoo then allowed me time to soak in the bath. The longer I was in the bath, the greater the amount of fragrance was absorbed into my soft skin so when I came out I smelled very feminine. Joan took me out the bath and dried me with a soft towel. Out came the talcum powder and I was coated in it. Then I saw the clothes she was going to dress me in. They were feminine in design and colour and clearly suppressed any masculine features.
I was made to wear lilac colour fully fitting fitting satin panties on top of a matching thong which held my clitty in place. Joan pushed my clitty well back between my legs so that from the front I had a feminine line. I could feel the thong in the crack of my bottom. Looking at me wearing the satin panties you would have thought me to be a sexy girly with a clitty and a pussy.
“I want you to put on this matching lilac satin training bra. It will highlight your breast area and everyone will see you are as flat as a pancake. Just let me pull the thong higher up your backside so it is firmly placed in your bottom crack. That is a good sissy with a boy clitty! Now I will dress you in girly satin clothes over your smooth skin.”
Joan was going to take every opportunity to remind me of my male inadequacies and my feminisation.
Next a long full length lilac satin petticoat was lowered over my head. It had no real bust to talk of but it fitted perfectly over my bra. The top and bottom were covered with frilly white lace and its many layers stood out sideways. I could only think what it would do to my girly dress and how feminine I would look and have to act.
“White sheer nylon tights will do for the moment while you have your breakfast. Later I may make you wear suspenders and white stockings for your training and for my friends and neighbours visits,” chuckled Joan. “Now for the wig, shoes and apron.”
Before she went out the room to get the extra items, she made me stand in the corner with my hands behind my back and recite girly nursery rhymes.
“I want you to know that this is part of your punishment for mistreating all of us ladies in the family when you were younger. You need to know and understand the sensitivities of the female species and have respect and love for her and her dominance! Flicking up our dresses and petticoats when we were younger was very rude and naughty!”
I was in the middle of 'Jack and Jill' when Joan reappeared carrying the rest of my clothes. When she gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to stop, she placed another vial of that special perfume under my nose. I was made to take ten deep breathes and I knew it was the feminising drug that made me compliant and passive so as not to resistance to her petticoat training. I was allowed out the corner so she could complete my transformation."Take off your panties as they should go over your tights," she told me.
She then made me sit on the chair and helped me off with my panties and helped pull up my white patterned tights followed by my lilac frilly panties. There was no way I could be called a boy now. It was clear to most ladies that I was really a boy-girl in very feminine dress though my mannerisms would still give me away.
The wig which was dark brown and the hair was put in two bunches. It was placed it firmly on my head. After brushing it out, Joan tied each bunch with a white ribbon. The hair bunches came down below my shoulders and the fringe fell just in front of my eyes.
She then produced a beautiful lilac dress designed for a young teenager to express her femininity - full of frills, lace and charm. The full petticoat would show the dress off magnificently. After straightening it and using the petticoat frame to the full I was made to do two twirls so Joan could inspect the result.
The white full apron had pictures of girls wearing full dresses and petticoats ribbons in their hair. They girls were dancing around a garden with a small basket of flowers on their arms. After showing it to me, clearly to emasculate me further, Joan placed it carefully over my head, let it fall down over my sweet dress and tied it at the back with a full bow.
She placed the lilac shoes with 3” heels in front of me and indicated that I should step into them. Walking up and down initially posed a problem but I soon held my balance and stature.
“Well done Sissy Sharon. Just a little spray of perfume and you are ready to go downstairs for breakfast with Mummy, Anna and me. Remember to walk daintily and with poise and stature. First I want you to curtsy and thank me for dressing you up and giving you all this care and attention!”
I held my dress out to the sides and attempted to do a curtsy. To say it was poor and without style is an understatement.“Thank you Joan for dressing me up in such a sissy girly way. I realise as a man I leave much to be desired especially as to the size and performance of my boy clitty and I am better as your sissy,” I said with my eyes at the floor and my voice trembling with embarrassment.
“Good girl, Sissy Sharon. Remember to lift up your dress and petticoat as you go down the stairs and be careful in those new heels!“
I walked slowly out the door balancing carefully on my 3” heels. As I approached the stairs, I lifted the dress and petticoat out to the side with each hand. As I took each step I could feel them rustle and move together with a gust of air that flowed around and across my smooth legs and thighs.
On entering the kitchen, I saw Mummy at the table dressed in her red flowing nightie and negligee. She was studying me as I walked in. With a grin on her face she told me how beautiful and precious I looked. She particularly liked the way the matching lilac frilly dress with satin petticoat contrasted with the white tights and white ribbon around the bunches in my hair. She indicated that I should sit at the table in the place next to hers.
I did as I was told and instinctively smoothed my dress and petticoat under as I was sitting down. Then I pulled the top of the dress to make it look pretty and me look decent. Mummy and Joan laughed at this mannerism which would have been out of keeping if I were a real man. I was embarrassed but sat there quietly with my arms folded on my lap. Mummy came over and complemented me on my actions as she gave me a “Good Morning” kiss on my cheek.
“You may eat you breakfast now, Sissy Sharon. As it is your first day today, breakfast is fresh fruit, a small bowl of cereal followed by eggy and soldiers. All this is helped down by orange juice. No tea or coffee for you, my girly, as it will spoil you complexion. I hope you are old enough to feed yourself, young sissy! And remember to wipe you mouth and lips daintily with your serviette.”
It was fun having my first sissy breakfast and I was careful not to spill any of it on my new dress and apron. Only when I had finished every last crumb and drop of breakfast, I was taken upstairs to start my Petticoat Training. In the spare room I was made to lie down on the large bed with pink satin sheets and matching pillow slips and duvet. My apron was removed, leaving me in the dress, petticoat and lingerie. Joan gently tied cuffs to each of my wrists and my ankles. They had soft lining on the inside so they did not hurt me or blemish by skin. Then I was stretched out in the form of an 'X' and a pillow placed under my head. I could move a little but I was clearly confined to the bed with my face slightly raised. There was a mirror on the wall opposite so I could see what was happening.
“You are completely under my control, Sissy Sharon, and I now want to start your Petticoat Training. The more you co-operate, the easier it will be. Any opposition or defiance will be dealt with firmly. Persistent disobedience or failure to comply will be dealt with very severely. I trust you understand?” Joan remarked quietly in my ear.I nodded quickly.
“My aim is to remove those masculine thoughts of superiority and replace them with a genuine respect for femininity, ladies and girls. You will learn the importance of submission, etiquette, appropriate dress and make up and good ladylike behaviour,” Joan continued.
She lifted my dress and petticoat to reveal my panties and tights and carefully pulled them down my thighs to uncover my bottom or as she called it my boy-pussy. She slowly freed the thong from my backside, allowing access to my hole which she examined carefully. Joan produced some lubricating gel to ensure ease of access to my pussy. I was excited by what she was doing but also scared as I did not know what was going to do to my 'pussy'.She decided to tease me by allowing her beautiful large breasts and nipples to fall out of her bra just in front of my eyes and face.
“Oops!” she exclaimed. "If you are really good I will allow you to suck them later on. However, one girl should not get so excited seeing another girl’s breasts, should she? Sissy Sharon, maybe Anna is right and you have strong lesbian tendencies. In which case you will need to be feminised even more.”
She covered her latex glove finger with gel and told me to relax like a good girl. Slowly and accurately she lubricated my hole. Then she slipped her finger inside and massaged the 'pussy channel'. First one finger then two and finally three. I was over the initial pain and enjoying the feelings when she pulled a tampon from her pocket. I had never seen a tampon before and she thrust it under my eyes and explained that every lady used this during her period. I understood a little about periods from my sister, Anna. Joan then thrust the tampon in my bottom and told me it had to stay there for the rest of the day! She explained the string was to help remove it. However, if I had any trouble she and Anna would help me change it. Joan wiped the area clean so the gel would not stain my lingerie and replaced the thong, tights and panties. Then she guided me onto my back and told me to relax. I felt the tampon press in my pussy.
“I learnt this from a friend in Todmorden who is excellent at controlling the male of the species. She loves to control adult babies and sissies,” Joan whispered in my ear as she climbed onto the bed and placed her high heeled red shoes either side of my face.As she stood above me I could see her beautiful legs encased in black stockings held up by black suspenders. It was a truly wonderfully erotic sight with the overtones of feminine dominance and control. Joan moved gracefully into the preferred position, paused for a few seconds for me to admire her red panties, suspenders and stockings and then lowered herself over my face. Her panties smothered my nose and mouth and her bottom covered my eyes. All I could see and feel was Joan, Joan and Joan. Soft tantalising music was playing in the background as Joan rocked herself. My hands and legs were tied so I could not get any release, just a little side to side movement. She told me to take deep breaths of her sweet panties and enjoy and remember the aroma. This was my first session of Petticoat Training.
Joan sat on me for five minutes and it seamed like hours. Sometimes I had to force my head to move so I could breathe. This did not stop Joan doing what she wanted. All it did was to reassure her that her training was correct. As she lifted herself up and I took in a deep breath and I saw her beauty above me. Down she came again and I revelled in her aroma. Only this time it was stronger. Her enjoyment was causing more of her feminine juices to be released into her red pantiesShe lifted up my dress and then my petticoat to revel my panties. Joan was an expert tease and she rubbed my inner thighs and boy-clitty tantalisingly through them. The more panty aroma I smelled, the more the effect of her special touch and teasing was on my clitty. Not surprisingly, it started to rise. Seeing this Joan teased me even more. It was getting bigger and I was wriggling with anticipation that I might creamy. However, a sudden slap on the offending organ and I simmered down very quickly. I thought I could sense a wry smile in Joan’s voice as she revelled in her powers of control.
Joan lifted herself off me and a hurricane of fresh air wafted around my face. I thought this part of the training was over. Oh how wrong I was! Joan poured some liquid on the gusset of her panties and down she came again with a vengeance. It was her special drug impregnated perfume. She sat on my face for a full ten minutes and I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. I now felt very girlified and compliant to all her wishes. I no longer thought of my penis I identified it as being my clitty and I had a pussy hole like every other girl. Unfortunately my titties had not grown enough but I hoped that would happen soon!I was then told to lick, lick and kiss Joan through her red panties, which I did with increasing expertise. As the perfume was licked out of her panties I could enjoy her feminine juices again. Now they were flowing like a river. This whole process was repeated time and time again and Joan used the effect of her rubbing her beautiful pussy and clitty on my face and my licking and kissing her, for her full enjoyment. She had three orgasms in the space of the next 60 minutes. By then I was exhausted and she was satisfied.
Joan finally caressed my very small breasts under the bra, dress and petticoat. This was to enhance my feeling of femininity. She then lifted herself off me and I felt the fresh air again. My lips were sore and very wet so Joan wiped them gently and smeared special soft lipstick on them to soothe the distress. My boy-clitty was still protected by the thong and enjoyed the softness of my lingerie.
I had obvious done well because she lent over me and gently stroked my face telling me how excited she was to train me and what a "good girly” I was already. Next, to my surprise, her mouth was over mine and she gave me a deep long girly kiss. I could feel and smell her red lipstick and her favourite perfume which she later told me was 'Clinque Happy' for ladies. After more girlifying caresses, she untied me and told me I could have a “one hour break” to recover before the formal lessons of the day. However, I had to use the hour to rest or play with the girly toys, the dolls and Wendy house, in my bedroom.
I was then made to do wee wee on the toilet, sitting down, of course, and clean my clitty with a tissue. Joan watched me as I brushed my teeth and put on fresh make up. My panties, tights and thong were removed again and my clitty examined. Joan was pleased there was no sign of creamy. She took a clean fresh thong from the drawer and helped me put it on. Then a lilac suspender belt was attached around my waist. New, virgin white stockings were produced and gracefully pulled up my legs and thighs and attached to six suspenders. Finally my panties were added to complete my attire.
Before I left Joan’s presence to go to my room, I curtseyed and I thanked her for this training session and her precious time.
First Visit to GovernessX (Mummy)
Please allow me to set the scene and background to my visit. I am a male approaching 60 who enjoys being a sweet gentle good baby girl dressed up in appropriate protective wear and girly frilly clothes and treated like a baby. I do not like pain but will tolerate gentle smacking in the right environment. I have been reading The GovernessX website for some time and am a member. I thought it was about time I visit this beautiful, highly intelligent lady with a great insight, appreciation and love for infantilism. So I made an appointment with her which sadly and unfortunately had to be postponed because of Posy’s illness. However Mummy was very helpful in rescheduling the session even at the height of her sorrow.
I come from London so I travelled the previous day to near Manchester and stayed the night in a hotel where I could indulge myself and dress as a baby girl with nappy, plastic pants, tights and a baby dress. I wet all night and it was wonderful to imagine what Mummy might do to me the next day. I arrived at Mummy’s Nursery on time and dressed as instructed with a nappy, plastic pants and lingerie under my adult male clothes (this was the way I often travelled as I had previously explained to Mummy). My nappy was wet as I had already drunk 2 litres plus of water.
The door was opened and I saw Mummy for real for the first time in front of me. She was even more beautiful that the pictures on her website. I entered The Practice (Nursery) and was asked to sit down and make myself comfortable. Mummy offered me a cold drink which I accepted. Her beauty shone through and her soft hypnotic voice put me at my ease. Mummy explained the Nursery and she wanted to know about my needs and thoughts. She questioned me and made it clear again that she would be in charge and would decide what was done and not done. As I was very talkative and interrupted Mummy, I was told firmly that this was not acceptable and it had to stop immediately. Mummy examined the baby clothes I brought with me and then invited me upstairs to the nursery. There she displayed her own vast array of baby clothes. We discussed the merits of each item and Mummy set aside those dresses that would not fit me. Mummy then asked me which ones I liked and disliked. She made it clear that whilst she heard my views she would choose the clothes I should wear. Mummy emphasised that once I was in “baby mode” I had to play the part and would be admonished if I reverted to “adulthood”. I was delighted when I saw the cot and the baby clothes. The cot had lilac satin sheets and pillow and the clothes were taffeta and satin. This is what I love and knew then that I had struck “gold”.
May I remind you that Mummy had instructed me to arrive with a nappy, plastic pants and lingerie underneath my male day clothes. She now undressed me slowly, taking her time with each article of male clothes. First she pulled up and took off my shirt and vest. Underneath were 2 slips and a brassiere. Her face on seeing them was a picture and she explained to me that as a baby I was too small to dress up in ladies adult clothes. She realised I had been playing dressing up in the adult ladies clothes as I had found in her room! How lucky I was to have a Mummy who could turn a situation around and bring my wearing adult lingerie into our baby scene.
Mummy caressed me through the slips and lingerie. Her soft touch made me feel relaxed, very girly and loved! How lucky I was. Mummy talked to me as a baby and told me she had to remove the adult clothes I had played and dressed up in. They would be replaced with a clean nappy, baby petticoat, frilly dress, mittens and booties. She gently undressed me making sure that as I was a baby I did not assist her in any way. After all, I was her baby and any assistance by me would indicate adulthood and that would imply disobedience! Dressed only in the very wet nappy and plastic pants I arrived in, I was guided onto on the bed ready for a nappy change. A changing mat was placed underneath me and after some teasing my nappy was removed. This process allowed Mummy to examine me in detail. She paid particular attention to my clitty and bottom areas which were sore and showing signs of early nappy rash. Expertly she reached for the wet wipes to clean me up. Then she spread the special thick cream around my clitty area, bottom and thighs.
My baby senses were excited and heightened by Mummy’s many soft, gentle and smooth touches together with that definite baby smell of the cream. This was followed by plenty of baby oil and more stroking. Her movements were so slow, smooth and hypnotic which, rather than exciting me, relaxed me into a very restful state. I revelled in her total control and did not have a care in the world knowing that I could leave all responsibilities and actions to Mummy. I think I could have remained that way for the rest of the session! My mind wandered and for a moment I thought it was snowing. I am sure it could not have been because the weather was too warm. Then I realised that Mummy was shaking talc way above me onto my thighs and tummy. It was fun! Mummy rubbed the talc into my creases whilst telling me in baby talk that it was to protect me from nasty nappy rash and make me smell nice.
As she bent over me I could see her beautiful breasts in all their glory. “Oh to be able to touch them and feed from them,” I thought. I knew that this was not to be as Mummy had made it very plain that I must not do anything without permission or I would be punished. After much teasing and eye to eye contact and rubbing noses, Mummy gave me a wonderful gentle kiss on my lips. Her lipstick was bright red and I was amazed as it did not smear. Just to look into Mummy’s eye was a wonderful in itself. Mummy returned to the nappy changing and I was encouraged to lift up my bottom as mummy slid a new fresh smelling disposable nappy under me. It was nearly done up when one of the tags came undone. Despite Mummy’s best efforts it would not stay down. So Mummy, in her wisdom, decided to double nappy me. I had never had 2 disposable nappies on before and I was excited at the bulk between my legs. Even my full bladder could not soak through two of Mummy’s large disposable nappies!
Now it was time to be dressed up in frilly baby clothes. First the taffeta white petticoat which came down below my knees and was frilly. This was followed by the beautiful pink baby dress with short sleeves. Finally Mummy put a pink fancy wig on me. I really felt Mummy’s little baby girl now. In the cot I was made to lie down while Mummy put on my baby nylons plus white booties and mittens. The mittens were one piece that covered all my handies in one go so I could not hold things. Mummy’s hands smoothed out my clothes so I was neatly dressed to her high standard. More cuddling and caressing reinforced my baby status. I could not talk as there was a large dummy in my mouth.
As I was lying in the cot sucking my dum-dum, I could see the pretty dress and feel the nappies restrain my clitty. Mummy produced a large lambing bottle full of milk and proceeded to give it to me. She held me on her left arm holding me close to her superb breasts. In went the teat of the bottle as I wished it was the teat of her breast. I sucked strongly as the milk entered first my mouth and then my tummy. Some of course dribbles onto my large bib. Mummy caressed my face as I drank and communicated in baby talk. I was so close to her that I could appreciate her beauty and femininity.
Once finished Mummy wiped my mouth and put me down to rest after my full bottle. I should think it contained about a litre of fluid. Remember, “What goes in must come out” and my bladder was already fairly full from my pre-session drink. It was lucky that I had 2 nappies on! There was a baby mobile above the cot with different animals hanging down in a circle. Mummy wound it up and off they went round and round. I cooed with delight as it played a long tune. It was relaxing and assisted me to close my eyes and enter further into the world of babyhood. Mummy kissed me on my face and left me to rest while she prepared more bottles, my food and the playpen.
I really wanted to wet myself as a baby lying down in her cot with a thick nappy and wearing girly baby clothes. I was hard as I squeezed by bladder muscles to release the pressure inside me. At first nothing happened but then a small trickle was forced into the nappy. It felt warm and wet, encouraging me to continue. Another larger amount entered the nappy and soon I could not stop the flood. I was elated and happy because I knew Mummy would be pleased with me. I thought the stream would never stop and I would flood the nappy, then my dress and the cot. I did not. Mummy’s ample foresight and judgement kept all in the two nappies and plastic pants.
I rested for some time, regularly releasing liquid into my nappies. After a while Mummy back came in and looked at me in the cot. I was quiet with my eyes closed, nearly asleep. She came over to me and gently caressed my face causing me to wake up. When she found I had wet myself profusely she was pleased with her baby and cuddled me. All the time she was telling me what a good baby girl I was. I was overwhelmed when she pulled my face close to her breasts and teased me. It was wonderful for me as my face was forced more and more into her cleavage. I could smell her fragrance and revelled in it. Mummy held me in her arm and undid her nursing brassiere flap. I was honoured to have a close up view of not only her gorgeous breasts but also her nipples. Luckily I was in a wet nappy or I might have creamed there and then and “That would have been no good as creamy must always be under mummy’s control!” Mummy covered her breasts up and told me that I had been spoilt enough. I might have breast feeding at a future visit but that would be totally up to Mummy and I would have to be very well behaved!!!
Mummy left me again to prepare the playpen and my din-dins. I played with Pooh Bear in my cot like a good girl. I loved the sound of the mobile as it played its long tune and the animals went round and round. I was burbling and sucking on my dum-dum when Mummy reappeared and helped me out of the cot and led me to the playpen. As she wanted to take photos, Mummy placed a special white mask over my face to hide my male looks and stuck on special false eyelashes to enhance my eyes. I was led downstairs and placed in the playpen, wearing my pretty pink dress over my white frilly petticoat. I was made to sit with my legs to the side of me, my dress and petticoat were spread widely in a circle around me. I played with dolly and Pooh Bear and posed for photographs just as Mummy requested. Mummy wanted lots and lots of photos of me a) playing with my toys and b) showing off my petticoat, dress, frillies, plastics and nappy, etc.
After all the pictures were taken to Mummy’s satisfaction, I was encouraged to move from the playpen to the high chair where I was firmly strapped in and had a bib tied around my neck. As a typical hungry baby I wanted for my din dins. I started to cry but was told to wait quietly until Mummy was ready to feed me my egg and soldiers and milk from the lambing bottle. After a little while of sitting nicely in my high chair, Mummy approached with my din-dins. I was so excited I wet myself again into my nappy. Mummy straightened by bib and smiled at me. She opened up the top of the eggy. It was all runny just as I liked it. As Mummy held a soldier in her beautiful hands I noticed her bright red nail varnish. “What a gorgeous mummy I have,” I thought. I had to open my mouth to receive a soldier after Mummy had dipped it the soft eggy. Mummy fed me, teasing me with each spoonful of din-dins. When I was reluctant to eat Mummy played aeroplane and other feeding games. She also wiped the mess from around my mouth as I dribbled profusely.
I was burped and taken back upstairs and placed back in my cot, initially for a rest, and then for a clitty examination, clean nappy and yet more milky. I was nappied again and left for a while to wet again. Some time later Mummy cuddled me for being a good baby girl and then told me that she had to take off my nappy and thoroughly examine my clitty ready for creamy. Mummy took off my nappy and cleaned the area with baby wipes using the opportunity to tease me further. Her gentle soft fingers caressed my clitty and made me excited and big. Then large amounts of baby oil were applied to the area to give Mummy the control she desired. Mummy lay down next to me, cuddled me and stroked my face. She tantalised me further as she uncovered her beautiful breasts again. Soft and gentle caressing of my clitty caused it to enlarge and straighten. However, Mummy was in charge and she was not ready for me to creamy. She whispered baby talk to me as she let go of my clitty. Of course it collapsed back to its small clitty size. The cycle of teasing and stopping was repeated many, many times until I was physically and mentally exhausted. I would have done anything for creamy but I knew it was totally out of my control. Mummy was in charge!Mummy instructed me to play with my clitty and she added more baby oil to make the whole area smooth and slippery. As I rubbed it slowly up and down I savoured the situation wanting it to last for hours. Mummy stroked my thighs and balls to encourage creamy. To my surprise Mummy stood up and placed her legs either side of my face. How divine to look up her long legs, surrounded by black nylons, to her panties. I was even more surprised when she crouched down and covered my face with her black lacy panty covered pussy. I was completely smothered, enclosed and trapped. However the aroma was delightful. Mummy turned round facing my clitty so she had complete control. I thought about her commands of “faster, slower” in one of her films in the members site of her web area. Eventually I could stand it no longer and produced the creamy as Mummy commanded. I felt it as it shot all over the place.
I hope Mummy was pleased with me! I know she took many pictures which she said she would send them to her lady friends and maybe invite them to a future session with Baby Sharon! Everything is in Mummy’s control. I cannot wait for my next visit!
Baby Sharon Girly – Part 1
I was dreaming. My mind went back some time and I recognised myself as a young teenage boy, standing in my twin sister’s room dressed in her clothes. At chest level I was wearing one of my sister’s white bras and at waist level I had a pair of matching white frilly panties. My sister’s sexy white suspender belt was threaded through the panties. I had also put on my finest pair of white patterned stockings and a pair of my white patent shoes with 3” heels.
My virgin appearance was completed with a full white petticoat under a very frilly and lacy white party dress. This was the first stage of my transformation, as imposed by all the females in the family, namely 3 sisters and my mother. My father had left the home when I was very young.
This was my re-education programme for being a horrible young boy who had teased and insulted my sisters. I was often rude to them, tried repeatedly to look up their skirts and see them undressed. Occasionally I would flick up their dresses to see their lingerie and deliberately bump into them to caress their breasts.
My mother and sisters decided that I should first be a “sissy girl” to rid me of all my masculine traits. They were to be replaced with sweet, gentle behaviour, reinforced by positive feminine, sexual and non sexual experiences.
Once I had been satisfactorily feminised, I would be turned into very babyish girl. The ladies in the house would achieve this using positive reinforcement therapy, my need for sexual relief of some kind and brain washing. Where appropriate my training would be accompanied by enforced petticoat punishment.
It was a summer's day in July when my school finished for an eight week holiday. I came running into the house dressed in my school boy clothes, muddy from fighting with the boys. My oldest sister, Anna, insisted I went and had a bath as soon as I finished the glass of milk and biscuits she gave me. I thought it was funny that the hot bath was already prepared. It had soapy bubbles which smelled of my sister’s favourite perfume.
As a typical young man, I undressed throwing my clothes on the floor. My mind relaxed as I entered the bath and it was clear from all worries and concerns. I lay down and after some time relaxing, began to hear Anna voice gently talking to me.
The milk and biscuits contained a special concoction of drugs which made my mind very open to suggestions and remove any embarrassment about my body and nudity. I did not know it but my penis would soon become my “clitty”; in name if not in practice.
Again I was sure I heard my sister Anna calling me softly through the bathroom door. Was my mind playing tricks! Whether it was real or imaginary the effect was the same. My mind absorbed the instructions.
“Just listen to me and do exactly what I say. That is a good girl!”
“Yes, if Anna says I am a girl then maybe I am a girl”, I thought.
Her commands were ringing in my ears,
“From now on your name is Sharon and you will obey, not only what I say, but also what Mummy and your other sisters say.”
“Now stand up and face me. I want to rid you of that horrible male hair. Girls don’t have hair like that!!”
I stood up and faced Anna, unable to resist her commands.
She was carrying a jar full of special cream which she spread all over my body including my genitals. She made me stand facing the wall for about 10 minutes whilst the cream did its job. I heard noises but did not dare turn round until told to do so. When allowed to move, I saw that Anna was wearing a full length plastic white apron on top of her dress. She led me to the bath, helped me in and encouraged me to lie down. Then Anna washed the cream off me with a soft pink sponge. I could not understand why but it felt great and I was attracted towards my sister and her dominant approach. I had a deep wish to worship her femininity.
All my body and genital hair came off and my skin was left silky smooth, perfumed and clean. I remembered having a strong urge to be a girl and was delighted when Anna washed me again with a pink soft flannel covered with perfumed soap. She paid particular attention to my tinkle which she repeatedly referred to as my “clitty” and to my bottom as my “pussy/bottom or pussy”.
Anna smiled at me as she shampooed my long hair saying, “It will look very good after you have had it washed, dried and combed 100 times!”
Anna examined me very carefully and produced a razor which she used to remove those hairs that were left after the depilatory cream. By the way Anna shaved around my genitals I knew she was obviously well practiced and experienced in this.
It was well known in the family that Anna had strong lesbian tendencies and loved very feminine ladies. This extended to her boyfriends who were often seen around our house dressed in lingerie and or frilly clothes. She had the personality and strength of character to feminise anyone she wished to! I recollect that one or two of her boyfriends were even made to wear nappy and plastic pants under her long pink petticoat.
After another period of relaxation in the perfumed warm water, I was taken out of the bath and made to stand onto a fluffy white bath mat. Next I was gently patted and dried, powdered and perfumed all over until I smelled divine! My hair was dried using a clean soft pink towel.
I was led out of the bathroom into Anna’s bedroom with a large lemon towel wrapped around me above my breasts and tucked in as most girls would do it. My long hair fell around my shoulders and I imagined myself with large firm breasts and a sexy clitty.
Anna pushed me back onto the bed and pulled off the towel. I was naked as the day I was born, but that did not embarrass me or Anna who massaged my body and made me relax by telling me what a beautiful obedient girl I was. She reminded me that the consequences of being naughty would not be pleasant and the ladies of the house would use all the means at their disposal to feminise and/or babify me.
Anna went to the dressing table and took a large bottle of body lotion and proceeded to cover me all over until my skin was silky smooth and I smelled beautifully feminine. After powdering my clitty, pussy and surrounding areas again, Anna pulled a pair of lemon coloured frilly panties up my legs over my thighs and tummy. My clitty was tucked in well and Anna made a big fuss of how feminine I now looked and felt. Anna reinforced the sissy message by stroking my clitty through the panties!
I remembered the conversation as if it were yesterday as it excited me:-
“Now Baby Sharon, tell me that you love being a girly, in girly clothes and then describe what you are wearing.”
Anna stopped stroking my clitty but caressed my face instead. I looked into Anna beautiful blue eyes and said, “I am your sweet girly sister who loves soft frilly feminine clothes and smelling girly. I am wearing gorgeous lemon coloured frilly panties around my waist. It covers my clitty and pussy.”
Anna kissed my on the cheek and whispered, “Tell me you want to be sexy and be shown off with suspender belt, stockings and bra.” There was a pause then, “Come on tell me!”
It was too much for me and I responded without hesitation,
“Anna please make me sexy and I want to wear a matching suspender belt, stockings and bra. Please, please, please do carry on stroking, caressing and kissing me! I will do anything to please you.”
“You are going to be my sexy sister and the whole family will treat you accordingly. First I will make you into a sissy girly but later on you will be our baby girl with nappies, baby dress, petticoat and panties. You will be bottle fed and if you are good, breast fed. My friend has just had a baby girl herself, has enormous breasts filled with more milk than her baby girl can handle. If you are very good and do what you are told, she may feed you and you may suckle her gently, just like a good baby girl should.”
Anna talked with me and made my clitty very large and upright. I felt that it wanted to release “girly” cream. Anna was delighted with my reactions and thought that the ladies in the house would have no trouble girlifying and babifying me.
Suddenly she slapped my clitty hard, explaining that she did not want it to produce “girly” liquid just yet as that would come later in Baby Sharon’s training and development. My clitty hurt but went down in size very quickly without releasing its content.
Anna went to her lingerie draws and pulled out a matching lemon suspender belt, stockings and bra. She also took the matching petticoat which was handing in her wardrobe.
Anna approached me with a broad smile and gently stroked my breasts. My nipples stood out and hardened.
“What lovely breasts you have Sharon. Now let me touch them and see if I can make them increase in size to fill some of this training bra.”
My nipples were very sensitive to her touch and I felt a warmth creep all over my body. I stood up and Anna continued to caress my body. My arms were soon enshrouded in the lemony training bra which was now hooked up around my back and held my small breasts firmly and securely. As Anna fitted the bra stroking me with her soft gentle hand she reminded me what a good girly I had to be in order to please all the ladies of the house.
It was time to fit my suspender belt and Anna stretched it round my waist and hooked it at the back. I enjoyed another of her sweet caresses, which not unexpectedly included my clitty. The sight of the suspenders hanging down excited me and made my desire for sexy long stockings irresistible.
“Tell me what is missing Baby Sharon?”
I thought for a moment and replied, “My stockings and petticoat are missing. Please put them on me!”
Anna made me sit on the bed as she prepared the stockings for my smooth legs. She rolled them up each leg, smoothed them out and attached them to the suspenders. I noticed her red nail varnish and was overwhelmed with jealousy.
I enjoyed feeling the tension of the suspenders as they pulled on my stockings. Then I stood up. Anna looked at me and gave me a deep lesbian kiss on my lips and felt my clitty and pussy with her hands. I reciprocated by stroking her beautiful round firm breasts which were clearly excited. She took my hand and guided it down between her thighs to her pussy which was covered which a pair of very sexy red panties. She encouraged me to caress between her long legs paying attention to her clitty area. After a few more deep kisses my lesbian sister whispered sweet sexy comments in my ear.
“I am going to train you to be my obedient lesbian girl, both teenage and baby!”
“All of you belongs to me. Your clitty and breasts will enjoy your special training and some of the time, you will wear very feminine frilly clothes, wigs, high heels, jewellery and make up!”
With that encouragement, she slipped the full length petticoat over my head. It fell perfectly over my bra, panties and the rest of my body. After adjusting the straps on my shoulders she took a few paces back and admired her handiwork.
More touching left me in no doubt as to my feminine persona. She again ensured that everything was straight and placed correctly.
A gentle push on my shoulders and I was flat on the bed with her on top of me. Her hands touched my breasts as she gave me another very deep girly kiss. This allowed me to taste her lipstick and feel her tongue in my mouth. I knew then that Anna was my lesbian sister who I had to pleasure and please. Her fingers first found my panties and then advanced eagerly towards my pussy and clitty. When she reached them I moaned with pleasure and delight. I instinctively knew what to do and my hands caressed her on her sexy thighs and then between her long legs. Through her soft satin panties, which were soaked with her juices, I could feel her clitty. My gentle circular motion caused it to swell in size. I knew then I was touching the switch to her pleasure and enjoyment.
I continued to excite her not only by touching her clit and pussy but by caressing her breasts, tummy, thighs and legs. She moaned loudly and nearly screamed as she progressed up the mountain to her mighty first climax of the day. Her body started to shake and shudder and she dug her hands and nails into me. I was acting as her lesbian lover and was elated as this was the first time I had done this dressed as a “girl”.
As her pleasure subsided she climbed off me and stood by the bed. I wanted more. So I pushed her down on the bed, pulled off her very wet panties and sank my face into her pussy. At first she was stunned as I licked and licked and licked. Each stroked was gentle, soft and slow but with a clear objective of stimulating her clitty and pussy. As her juices flowed more and more she took my head in her hands and pressed me further and further into her. Her aroma send me wild with the desire to please and pleasure her.
She was caressing my hair and moaning for some time. Her thighs were squeezing me in a rhythmic way. Suddenly she erupted with passion and I knew she was having another climax only this time it was much stronger then the first.
Her breathing slowed and she relaxed. I lay in her arms for about 20 minutes while she cuddled me and told me what a good lesbian girl I was. She said she was going to reward me by dressing me in the prettiest party dress I had ever seen and take me downstairs for all to see!
We both stood up and Anna changed her soaking satin panties. After straightening my clothes she made me stretch out both my arms. Then Anna went to the wardrobe and took out a beautiful frilly lemony party dress and put it over my head as she had done with the petticoat.
To finish my girlification she placed a wig with long dark hair on my head and led me over to the pair of high heel shoes. The 3” white sling backs fitted well. After a little encouragement I could walk in them without falling over.
“Downstairs for you, Miss, to see Mummy and your sisters and tomorrow you will be reborn.”
I was confused as to her meaning but could not hold back as she took my hand and led me down the stairs. Part of me was scared as I thought of my mother’s possible reaction and the rest of me was ecstatic at being girlified. To my surprise my mother and sisters welcomed me with a female embrace that made me feel part of an all female family!
My mother and sisters examined me in minute detail and decided that my face, nails and hair needed more attention. I was made to sit at the table next to Anna. She fetched some pink coloured nail varnish, make up and pink ribbons. My nails were cut and shaped before being applied with two coats of varnish. Mummy combed and brushed my hair. Ribbons and hair clips nearly completed my feminine appearance. Finally there was a little make up and lipstick. My sister Anna helped me with them all. I could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.
For the rest of the evening I was cuddled, caressed and fussed over as ladies do. I was being taught how to be even more feminine. After supper I helped wash and tidy up. My feet ached from the high heel shoes and when I complained, I was informed that this was the price ladies paid for their attractiveness.
I felt the need to go to the toilet and expressed this to my sister Anna who insisted on accompanying me to the one upstairs so she could ensure I used it as a girly should!
I walked up the stairs, careful not to fall in my high heel shoes. Anna followed me up into the large bathroom and toilet. She locked the door, approached me and put her arms around me again ready to kiss but I felt the strong urge to pee and stepped back quickly to the toilet. I put the seat down, lowered my knickers, moved the dress and petticoat from under me and sat down.
“Point you clitty into the bowl so you don’t wet yourself,” said Anna.
I did as instructed and after a while there was the girly sound of doing a wee. I waited until Anna gave me permission to stand up and showed me how to wipe my clitty and pussy in a dainty female way. She emphasised the need to keep the whole area clean and sweet smelling and to douche regularly.
I washed and wiped the area as instructed as she looked on. Anna went to the cupboard and took out some special clitty cream which she rubbed gently around my groin, clitty and pussy. The aroma was divine and I felt very sexy again.
Whilst her panties were in their proper place, my panties were down and I felt her touch my sexy clitty and pussy, shining and glistening from the cream. Anna sat down on the bath stool and beckoned me over.
As she caressed my sex with her silky soft hands, she repeatedly told me that in a week I would be dressed up in very frilly girly clothes and come with her to a special club for ladies only. There I would be taught the feminine way to please everyone.
My clitty became very large and excited and I felt a warmth all over my body. I was wriggling and moving to the rhythm of her touch. I was sure I was going to squirt my girly juices when Anna whispered.
“Don’t squirt now. Hold it back and feel the pleasure of multi orgasms of a young nubile girly.”
I do not understand why but my mind was more powerful than my physical need and pressure in my clitty subsided enough for me not to squirt. Then it all began over again.
I really did feel a girly under Anna’s control. After the second near orgasm, Anna hit my clitty hard with her hand and it went small immediately.
“That is a very good girl Baby Sharon. Now you are completely under my control. No relief tonight as it is time for bed and your beauty sleep!”
Anna gave me another deep kiss. It was not a sexy one. It was a sisterly kiss with affection behind it.
She led me by the hand to the spare bedroom which was prepared as for a young teenage girl. On the bed were laid out a full length pink frilly nightie with matching panties. She undressed me and helped me into the panties and nightie ready for bed. Next she sat me down and took off all my makeup and replaced it with special night cream which would keep my skin soft and smooth. She tucked me into bed and gave me a sisterly kiss “goodnight”. I soon fell asleep and dreamed of all the adventures I had had that day.
I woke up in the middle of the night feeling a hand caressing my legs. My nightie was pulled up exposing my legs, thighs and a little tummy. However my clitty was warm and comfortable inside my soft silky panties.
Lying next to me in this large bed was Anna. Her eyes were open and she was smiling and moaning a little. I thought she was ill or in pain. I was wrong as she was thoroughly enjoying touching me with one hand and using the other one to rub her clitty and pussy. As her breathing became faster she moved over to kiss me on the mouth and she touched my panties. My clitty was just waking up and she stroked it through the panties.
“Please stroke my breasts Baby Sharon”, she whispered in my ear.
End of Part 1
Baby Sharon – Baby
As the sunlight entered the room, I became slowly conscious of my surroundings. I was in a room, covered with pink wallpaper. The animal prints and young girly pictures enhanced the femininity of the nursery. I was wearing a lemon frilly baby dress underneath which was a 3-layered white petticoat with more frills and lace.
Suddenly a warm wet sensation developed around my crotch, thighs and bottom. I did not understand what it was. However the wetness gave me a sense of both pleasure and relief. As I wriggled and turned over on my front, the warmth spread to my tummy. I noticed that my thighs, bottom and tummy were encased in some form of thick protective material. It was clearly a large nappy!
I was very confused about my state and started to cry softly. My sounds were interspersed with periods of sucking on my dummy and releasing more liquid into my nappy. As I moved around, I could feel and hear the rustling of my plastic pants. Gradually my crying changed into a whimper and stopped as I fell back into a baby sleep whilst sucking on my dummy.I remember dreaming that I was dressed in a nappy, plastic pants, pink knickers and a long baby nightdress. My mouth was filled with a dummy which I was sucking repeatedly. My sister Anna was at the side of my cot talking to me in a babyish way. Every so often she would put her hand down my nappy and see if I was wet or dry.
Suddenly I woke up with a start and felt very wet around my tummy, thighs and bottom. The nightie I had gone to sleep in was soaked as were the sheets of the bed. It was still dark and I heard the sound of nursery rhymes in the room.
Shocked as I was, I started to shout but the only sound that came out was a baby cry. I continued crying for 5 minutes when the door opened, the dimmer light went on a little and in came Anna. she came over to me and saw and felt that I had wet my clothes and the bed. I thought I was going to shout at me and smack me hard. However I spoke to me softly as if I were a baby.
“Poor Sharon, have you wet yourself? Anna will clean you up, put you in a nappy and change your sheets. Luckily the bed had a protection plastic sheet on it. Come with me darling to the bathroom.”
I struggled along holding her hand. Each step was uncomfortable and reminded me of what I had done. Anna pulled down my wet panties and took off the nightie.
“What a shame you have wet your beautiful nightwear. Now we will have to wash it and you. Into the bath you go and I will shower you down before I get you redressed. I think I must put you in a nappy again!”
Anna washed my tummy, bottom, clitty, thighs and legs with a soft pink sponge covered with sweet smelling soap. After I was dried she took me to a special room that had been turned into a Baby Girl’s Nursery. I was told to lie on my back on the changing table and not to move or wriggle. To prevent me from falling off I found myself tied securely but not too tightly with straps and my hands and legs were restrained at either end. A large dummy was placed in my mouth and I was told not to let it fall out. Anna left the room for about 10 minutes.
Anna decided to enjoy teasing me and as she approached I noticed that she was wearing a beautiful pale blue see through nightie and no panties. The sight of her perfect breasts and nipples through her nightie clearly excited me. Her nipples stood out firm and I wanted to stretch out and touch them but I knew I was restrained and could not. My eyes bulged and stared at her beautiful figure. As they moved downward I was stunned by the sheer beauty and sexy appearance of her pussy area. Her hair was neatly trimmed and her pussy perfect. I imagined myself as her girly slave willing and ready to lick and suck her all over, as required.
She teased me for a while longer and was delighted when she saw my big girly cliity was reacting and growing. She came close and caressed it with her smooth hands covered with baby cream.
The feeling inside me grew as I wriggled and twisted in response to her touch. Just as I thought I was about to spurt my girly fluid Anna hit my clitty hard with something firm. My clitty stung and hurt and my pent up sexual feeling disappeared very quickly.As it reduced substantially in size to an olive, Anna said, “No more touching your clitty from now on. It belongs to me and the other ladies in this house. We will decide how and when to release you girly fluid! From now on you are our baby, to please and pleasure us as we need.”
She covered me all over with perfumed baby cream followed by talc. My legs were lifted up so she could put me in two very thick disposable nappies which in turn were covered by plastic pants. Anna thoroughly examined her work to ensure the nappy area well was sealed and leak free. She walked over to a cupboard and took out a pair of pink patterned tights. With great pleasure and some excitement, she proceeded to put them on me.
“Now you are looking more like our Baby Sharon. You must be very good and lie still and quietly while I go and change. Carry on sucking your dummy and you may wet yourself as you now have adequate protection!”
Anna left the room and as I was relaxing I heard soft baby music and nursery rhymes around me again. I closed my eyes and felt I did not have a care in the world. My mind was in a dream and I knew by body was no longer had the physical control of adulthood. My full bladder was sending me a clear message which previously would have caused me to rush to the toilet. There I was relaxed, dressed in a nappy, plastic pants and tights feeling comfortable and warm with baby music around me.
I relaxed my bladder muscles and felt the wee being released into my nappy. My brain was registering warm wet sensation around my groin and it was very pleasurable. I cooed with delight into my dummy. More and more wetness entered me but I did not care. “If this is babyhood – long may it continue!”
I had obviously fallen asleep because I was woken by Anna’s soft gentle touch on my face. She was no longer provocatively attired but wore a pretty green long frilly nightie covered by a matching negligee. Her breasts were now covered with a light green bra and she had matching panties on.
“That’s a good baby girl – coochy coo!”She lifted me up, giving me a cuddle and a kiss. I could smell her delightful perfume.
“I have some lovely soft pink booties and a frilly baby nightie for you as it is sleepy time. When you wake up I will see to your hair and make sure it is brushed and has pretty coloured matching ribbons. For the moment I am too busy to deal with you so go to sleep, my pretty baby princess!"
I was lifted up and taken to a large cot with pink sheets and a white blanket. It had a few baby toys in it including a small dolly. Anna tucked me into the cot and gave me a clean pink dummy. She gave me a baby kiss and stroked me for a while. The nursery rhymes were playing again. I am sure they were having a hypnotic effect on me as I felt very babyish and girly.
Just before I fell asleep, I could feel Anna’s hand inside my nappy checking to see if I was dry or wet. I knew I had only wet as I did not smell of poo. Anna smiled as I withdrew my hand and left the room. She was delighted that Baby Sharon had wet herself.
I released small qualities of wee into the nappy. The warmth and the wet made me feel comfortable for a while. I loved the soft feel of my long nightie and the tights and booties kept me snuggle and warm under the white baby blanket.
I awoke some time later and began to feel hungry. My nappy area was now cold, wet and a little sore. I started to cry first softly and then louder until it was so loud that everyone in the house must have heard it.
I was left to me cry for a short while and then Anna came into the nursery. She had a broad grin on my face and was now dressed in a white and blue nurse’s outfit. She told me that I had had a long sleep.
She let down the side of the cot and helped me over to the changing table. I stopped crying as she strapped me in so I would not fall out. However my legs and thighs were free. Anna put on rubber gloves and proceeded to take off my booties, tights, plastic pants and nappy. They were placed in the special laundry for washing. Fragranced wash wipes impregnated with antiseptic were used to clean me up. She took out my dummy and replaced it with a special one which was coated with more drugs that calmed me down and opened my mind to her statements and commands.
“Now Baby Sharon, Nursey is going to check you and give you your first girly medical, so just relax. Later on I will put you in clean nappy, choose your clothes and take you downstairs for your morning feed. I want you to do everything you are told and behave like a very good girl. If you do so then there will be a special treat for you later tonight. If not you will be controlled and punished.”
Nursey took off my nightie and I was completely naked lying on the changing table. She took out a tape measure and stretched from the top of head to the tip of my toes. She kept my attention by cooing at me, blowing me kisses and very gently and softly caressing my body. Her eye contact only served to bond us together. She lifted my legs in turn and measured them writing all my measurements in a special book labelled “Baby Sharon” and the page had “6 months old” at the top.
I noticed that my list of measurements included:Total body length
Inside Leg
Feet and tootsies
Hips and waist
Chest and breasts
Head and neck
Arms and handies
Back and bottom
Head circumference
She then took a very long time examining my clitty and pussy. First she ensured they were clean. She noted that my clitty was circumcised and my bottom/pussy was also hairless and clean. This appeared to please her.
She took my clitty in her plastic gloves and played with it gently making sure it was soft and pliable. Out came a special tape measure and she noted its length and girth. She also made notes about the two baby balls attached to the clitty. After pouring a large portion of baby lotion/cream on her hands Anna proceeded to rub it well into my clitty and balls. Some of it was directed at my pussy/bottom.
“Now be a good baby girl, Sharon and help Nursey to enlarge your clitty. Think of Nursey’s beautiful breasts and her lovely nipples. Think of yourself lying in my arms with your mouth near my nipples ready to suckle and the milky coming out of the nipple ready for you. Now let your clitty get big for me!”
I could bear it no more and I felt my clitty straighten like a rod and become very long and wide.
“That is very good. Now one more effort for me but I do not want any girly fluid. Do you understand?”
I was conscious that my clitty was a bit larger and had to resist the pressure to produce girly fluid.
Nursey measured its length and girth again as well as the size and positions of my 2 girly balls and my pussy bottom.
Suddenly Anna squeezed my clitty and balls hard, I was frightened and let out a howl followed by a loud cry. I noticed that my clitty immediately had reverted to its very small size and all desires to make girl liquid disappeared.
Anna undid the restraints, lifted me up in her arms, held me close and rocked me gently.
“There, there, Baby Sharon, all the nasties are over. Now I can dress you in your nappy and pretty clothes and can do your hair”
Nursey went to the dressing table and took out the tube of Clinique 'Happy' cream. She laid me down on the changing table and massaged the cream into both my legs and around my thighs. The perfumed aroma drifted up to my noise and I really enjoyed it. Then she felt the skin on my legs to ensure they was smooth enough. She then attended to my clitty and pussy/bottom with more cream. My breasts, back and arms finished the job.
“What a good baby you are, Sharon. I am going to give you the treat of a soft, fresh, terry towel nappy with pink nappy pins and plastic pants. Give Nursey a kiss on my cheek.”
As Anna bent over for me to give her a kiss on her cheek, I could see and admire her beautiful round breasts and I dreamt of being close to them. She lifted my legs and bottom and placed a large folded terry nappy under me. Ample amounts of baby cream and talc were poured on my clitty and pussy to ensure I did not get nappy rash. My clitty was folded down between my legs and the terry pulled up and secured with 4 pink safety nappy pins. I already felt secure and the pink plastic pants with animal motifs added to the situation.
However, Nursey was not happy yet. Next she dressed me in a pair of pink tights followed by pink frilly panties with lots of layers. I was made to sit up and vest was placed over my head followed quickly by a full length frilly pink petticoat. It reached down below my knees.
(I really love to wear my pink baby dress with white ruffles and lace which matches the petticoat and panties. It has 2 layers and reaches nearly to the ankles. The sleeves are three quarter length and finish with white ruffles and lace and there is a large ribbon to tie around my waist in a pretty bow.)
After fixing the wig and bootees, Anna refilled my dummy with the concoction of drugs and tied it in my mouth. She gave me a final look over and was visibly pleased.
She took my hand and led me out the nursery, down the stairs and into the living room. There to my shock and surprise were my two teenage female cousins and my mother. I was introduced as Baby Sharon. I was that Anna’s friend who was able to produce real baby milk would be available, if needed.
Mummy told me to twirl around. As I did so my dress and petticoat flared up and all could see my frilly underwear over my nappied bottom. I moved over to Mummy and she kissed me gently on my cheek. She took out a hairbrush and combed my long hair wig 50 times. Pink ribbon tied it up neatly and nicely.
“What a change from that horrible bullying boy to our sweet girl or baby girl. As long as you are good we will treat you well. However, Anna, your cousins and I may sometimes punish or tease you if you are naughty. We want to repay you for your bad behaviour in the past. Now, before I feed you your bottle let me count your frilly layers."Mummy lifts up my dress for all to see.
"Your pink frilly baby dress is one."
Mummy lifts up my petticoat for all to see and fingers the lacy material.
"Your pink frilly long petticoat is two."
Mummy strokes the front of the panties and pulls them down my legs.
"Your pink frilly panties is three."
Mummy pulls down my tights to my knees.
"Your pink tights is four."
Mummy puts her hands inside my plastic pants and strokes my terry nappy.
"Your plastic pants with their motifs is five and your terry nappy is six."
Mummy counted the layers out loud again as she neatly put them back in their place.
“So Baby Sharon you have six layers on. Now be a good girl and go and lie in Anna's arms.”
I did as I was told and Anna tied a bib on me before she gently lowered me until me head rested on her arm and facing her left breast. She caressed my face and from her other side she produced a large baby bottle filled with milk. She placed the teat in my mouth and told me to suckle like a very good girl.
I had not suckled from a bottle since I was two years old. For some unknown reason I placed the teat in my mouth and suckled strongly. The milk came streaming into my mouth and I could not swallow it fast enough. Some even dribbled out my mouth onto the bib. Anna stopped, pulled the teat out of my mouth and lifted me up into the sitting position. Anna wiped my mouth and patted my back to encourage me to bring up “wind”. After a while I burped twice and felt much better for it.
I was put back to the feeding position and in went the teat. As I suckled I relaxed and dreamed of my cousins dressing me up in their pretty clothes. I felt someone caressing my clitty through the nappy and layers of lingerie. The combination of this and the feeding make me very relaxed and susceptible to their suggestions.
Anna was enjoying both my actions and reinforced my baby state by saying, “What a beautiful baby girl you make. Mummy and all of us are pleased with you.”
I fell into a hypnotic state, still sucking the teat ready for more suggestions.
So that is how Baby Sharon was reborn.
