She had been waiting for today for quite some time and had been trying her hardest to go about the normal routine and not drop any hints.
She remembered the last time she had been this apprehensive.
It was the day her husband cemented his own sissy fate.
When she first started his training he had fought her every step of the way.
Once the hypnosis started to take effect his struggling turned more and more to crying and pouting, but even once his new life had become routine she could still sense a glare of defiance in his eyes.
That’s when she realized he would never fully accept his fate unless he chose it himself, and so she came up with her plan.
He was shocked when one day instead of waking up in his crib and diapers he woke up in bed next to her in shorts and a t-shirt.
Fortunately, she had made sure his bladder was empty or he would have wet the bed out of fright.
Then when she turned to him and apologized for everything she had put him through he was dumbstruck.
When she told him she would never force him to go back he feigned a smile, but she could see the faint glimmer of fear in his eyes; everything was going just as she had hoped.
“You won’t have to wear diapers, or dresses, or bonnets, or petticoats, or drink bottles, or play with dolls ever again” she had said to him.
She was delighted by the pangs on his face at the idea of forfeiting each item.
He was barely listening when she told him things could go back to the way they were before.
“Let me try to make it up it up to you honey,” she said as she curled up next to him leaned in to kiss him.
He had yelped and rolled away.
She (rather insincerely) asked what was wrong.
She almost laughed and broke the act when he asked if that meant he wouldn’t get his bottle today.
After a second she had looked at him and said,
“I guess if you want to be my sissy baby it’s alright, but we can’t keep going back and forth. This time it will have to be permanent”.
This hit him like a pound of bricks.
“I’ll give you a day to think about it” she said as she kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
Despite all of her coaxing, he was back in diapers before the end of the day.
Today was another big day for him she thought.
Just then she heard the doorbell ring.
It was time for him
Mommy saw her baby squirm and squeeze his dolly tight as she went to go answer the door.
It was funny how afraid he still was of being seen even after everything that had happened.
She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had shown all of her friends the albums full of pictures she had taken of her new baby.
The albums had been such a hit that Mommy’s neighbor Mrs Stevens had decided to try the same thing on her naughty little husband.
They had both chuckled when they agreed that a playdate would be in order once Mrs Stevens had sufficiently sissified her husband.
When Mommy answered the door to see him in full dress shyly clinging to his Mommy’s hand she knew that day had come.
She wasn’t sure how it was possible but he looked even more ridiculous than her baby.
Every part of him was covered in bubble gum pink.
His long blond hair had been curled and tied with pink ribbon into pigtails.
He was wearing pink mary-janes with matching pink laced topped ankle socks.
His nails and lips had been painted glittery pink.
He was wearing a short pink dress with layers of cream-colored petticoats.
As a finishing touch, his extra thick diapers (Mrs Stevens used four at a time hoping this would sissify him more quickly) were covered with little pink hearts.
“Well doesn’t someone look cute today?” Mommy cooed.
The baby minced and blushed even pinker.
Then his Mommy gave him an icy look causing him to quickly curtsey exposing even more of his diapers.
She looked down at him again and he lisped,
“Hewo, my name is Thithy. Tank you for letting me come over and play”.
Sissy, mommy thought, not very original but certainly appropriate.
Even though this little speech was obviously rehearsed Mommy could hear the humiliation in it.
Then the two mommies started chatting about techniques they used with their babies.
Mrs Stevens absolutely loved Mommy’s ‘special bottle’ idea and vowed to start doing the same tomorrow.
She had just been letting him make a mess in his diapers and then spanking him for it.
As the two mommies were chatting, Sissy started to tug at his mommy’s hand trying to enter the house, but she ignored him and held on tightly.
After they finished chatting (and half the neighborhood had seen Sissy’s diapered bottom) they entered the house.
Mommy saw her baby’s eyes light up when he saw Sissy.
He dropped his doll and reached through the bars of the playpen.
She wasn’t surprised.
She wondered if her baby saw Sissy like a new doll, a playmate, or as something more.
Not only had she enveloped him in sassiness but she also directed all of his desires towards it.
All this time she had made him look at nothing but frilly sissy clothing whenever she had fed him.
From the smile on her face, she knew Mrs. Stevens was thinking the same thing.
When they made the play-date had hoped the two would really ‘hit it off.
Mommy also saw the mixed expression of terror, intrigue, and embarrassment hit Sissy at her baby’s reaction.
“I think these two are going to be good friends,” Mrs. Stevens said as she opened the playpen.
Mommy and Mrs. Stevens smiled at one another as they watched Sissy crawl nervously into the playpen.
Mommy was sure her baby’s pacifier would have fallen right out of his mouth if the ribbons weren’t tied around the back of his head.
She also noticed how Sissy slowly swung his little diapered butt as he crawled; it looked like someone was trying to get attention after all!
She also noticed how her baby’s eyes followed Sissy’s sashaying hips and that he was sucking his dummy in rhythm with the movement.
Mommy’s thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Stevens as she asked,
“You know you’ve never told me what you call your sweet little baby now?”
Mommy looked up and said,
“You know Dianne I never really picked a name, but what about Baby?”
Mrs. Stevens smiled and said,
“Sissy and Baby? That sounds like a perfect match.”
Then, as if on queue, Baby flung his arms around Sissy who proceeded to giggle and blush.
Once his cheeks had cooled Sissy looked apprehensively at the two mommies and started playing nervously with his skirt.
When Mrs. Stevens gave him a slight nod, his eyes lit up and he turned and gave Baby a kiss on the cheek.
Right then Mommy and Mrs. Stevens could see something happening through Baby’s three diapers.
Sissy saw it too and his Mommy smacked his hand away right before he could touch it.
Both mommies were very angry:
“I think we’re going to have to spank both of these naughty babies,” Mommy said crossing her arms.
Both mommies had expected the two to be fast friends, but looking at one another they were amazed at how quickly things were developing.
“Yes Sissy,” his mommy cooed, “we’re going to spank you and Baby’s bottoms”.
Mommy could tell it took all of Sissy’s restraint not to cheer as she knelt down to take out Baby’s pacifier.
The two babies shivered with anticipation as their mommies announced it was spanking time.
The two mommies set up rocking chairs next to one another pulled their babies over their laps.
Baby and Sissy were lying face to face.
There were sounds of synchronized yelps as the two babies were spanked.
Only once Baby and Sissy’s bottoms were bright red were they put back into their playpen.