Little Sissy Angel

Mommy looked into the next room at her sissified husband.
He was busy playing with his dollies and glancing now and again at Little Mermaid on the TV.
Even from the next room, she could see the reflection of a trickle of drool on his chin.
She began to wonder if he had wet himself yet.
The constant hypnosis had worked wonders, and he barely noticed wetting anymore.
She remembered a time when it wouldn’t have been possible to take him downstairs.
Even with his muscles weakened from all the time locked in his crib he would have still attempted to run, not that there was anywhere he could have gone.
With the triple thick diapers, she kept him in constantly, it was hard for him to stand, and even if he could manage to get to the door, any one of his embarrassing outfits would make him think twice about opening it.
After all this time, though, her little husband was a perfect sissy angel.
It had taken a lot of work to get him to this point.
All the clothes she had to buy to keep him in, all the attention she had to shower on him, not to mention the constant spankings to get him to accept his new life.
Not that there hadn’t been some fun along the way, she thought to herself.She still remembered how bright red he had blushed when she took him in front of a mirror, for the first time.With the booties, the bonnet, the layers and layers of petticoats, and the silky pink party dress he was an absolute vision.

She chuckled when she thought about how he had wet himself out of sheer terror,(the triple diapering started after that).

 

She recalled fondly how he had squirmed when she invited her girlfriends to the house, to fuss over him.

Her absolute favorite, however, was the little sissy tears he had cried when she brought her special friends, into his nursery to tickle him under the chin.

By the time she was done in his nursery, the tears were almost dry, which was more than could be said for his diapers.

 

Now she had finished mixing his special bottle.

That had been one of her best ideas.

Warm milk, mixed with hormones, and the creamy got from him every morning.

Since she had to get it every morning to keep him from being naughty, she figured why not put it to good use?

Of course, he had resisted at first, but she was always able to convince him.

Just like his little fits over not getting to be milked until he admitted, he was a complete sissy.

She wondered if he had known how ridiculous his protests had sounded, with his new sissy lisp.

In each case, he had given up after one spanking and now they were his favorite times of the day, (except for dress-up of course).

Of course, he had become much more docile, after she told him that all of his old things had been sold to pay for his transformation.

Dresses and diapers aren’t free she had cooed to him.

 

She watched his face light up as she brought his bottle over to him.

He bounced and squirmed in his playpen at the sight of her.

The ruffling of petticoats almost kept her from hearing him wetting his diaper.

She handed him his bottle.

He held it in both hands and began drinking ravenously.

She smiled and decided to spank him today for old time’s sake.

 

 

Mommy sat down next to the playpen and watched as her baby finished his bottle.
His mouth kept cooing as she took it from him.
How he whimpered and kicked when he saw that it was gone.With time his little tantrums had less frequent but more and more babyish, but she knew how to stop them. 

She pulled out his pacifier before she tied its ribbons around his head.

“Did baby’s special bottle get her excited, and does she need a diapee change?” she cooed, stressing the female pronouns.

He blushed, and she heard him wet his diaper again.

She wondered whether he was more embarrassed about the diaper or about being referred to as she.

“Ok baby mommy will change you and let you make poopies.”

He bounced up and down excitedly, and she could hear the squish of his wet diapers.

She opened his playpen, and he crawled over to his changing mat.

 

Before it had been so hard removing all the layers, and layers of baby clothes, for him to use the potty seat.

First the plastic panties, then all the diapers, then the petticoats and skirts.

In the end, he would end up sitting on his pink little potty chair.

While this was quite a sight to behold, she wanted him to concentrate.

He had been overwhelmed and had spent the entire day in his crib sucking his thumb.

Now she made the bottoms of all his outfits detachable, so he wouldn’t have to go without his precious sissy clothes.

 

She remembered how he had made squirties the first few times she had wiped off his diaper area.

After she had wiped him off she turned him over on his stomach.

 

Having him use the potty chair was one of her favorite sights.

He always looked ridiculous when he sat his pert sissy butt on top of the little pink chair.

She chuckled as she saw him sitting and sucking intently on his pacifier.

He heard her laugh and blushed furiously causing him to loosen his bowls and her to laugh harder.

When he finished and she was wiping his bottom she praised him with her most sugary-sweet voice,

“Who’s mommy’s big girl?”

She knew the answer when she flipped him back over.

She could smell baby powder and oil coming off of him before she even began to powder him.

He’s been so heavily powdered, and oiled for so long now that it must be in his skin, she mused as she grabbed three more diapers.

After that, she diapered him up and put all of his frillies back on. Now he was finally ready for his big day.