“Tomorrow you will come with me to school,” she said, sliding the cream panty round and round,

“and now I know you will tell my girls that you want them to make you a sissy too – in dresses – and panties – and pretty petticoats.

Am I right?”

“Yes, Miss-Duff,

I want them to m-make me a little sissy – Pleeeeease.”

Miss Duff unfastened Jamie from his highchair.

“There is no time to lose. You must be prepared for your baby crib,

because tonight you will dream your deepest, most passionate desires into your mind and body,

your thoughts and your nerves and your flesh.”

She led him from the dining room to her bedroom, where a curtain decked with the dresses he had seen before drew back, revealing a deep cot layered in the bottom with cushioned quilting.

He moaned from the pit of his stomach, partly in agonised humiliation, but also with pleasure that it was for him, and this woman who until a few days earlier had been a stranger to him, was going to put him to bed in it as her baby sissy.

She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled him across her lap, so that he looked up into her strict face.

“Baby Sissy’s must be put early to bed,”

She unfolded a second diaper, slightly larger than the first, and wrapped it over the first, followed by another, and another.

Over his feet she drew a large pair of rubber baby panties, which she drew up his legs and wrapped over his diapers.

“It’s beddy-byes time, my little sissy,” she said, leading him in his layers of diapers towards his cot.

She lifted out the side and with a slither of pink satin, she opened out a large, full-length baby-sleep-bag across the quilts on the floor.

“Let’s put the little girl to bed, so that she can dream those desires that she wants so much.”

Jamie lay down in the middle of his opened bag and the satin sides were folded across him, gathered at his neck, and wrapped in a ribbon bow at his neck.

The hood of his bag had buttonholes to match the buttons on the side of his pink bonnet, and they were buttoned through to ensure his head was enclosed in girlish prettiness overnight.

Then Miss Duff fastened all the buttons of his bag down to his ankles, where the bottom of the bag wrapped over and buttoned across from side to side.

“What a cute baby,” she said, taking several photos of Jamie’s blushing face in his bonnet and hood, before popping in his pacifier.

But my little girl wants pleasant dreams, doesn’t she? Let’s fasten her up with lots of desires for the night.”

She drew down a metal box and unwrapped a concertina tube from it which dangled onto Jamie below.

“We just undo Baby here, introduce this nozzle here.

We connect it here – and now we fasten her up inside her baby bag again.”

Jamie’s eyes saw all that she did, but it didn’t really matter.

He sucked and dreamed inside the satin lined hood of his baby bag, wanting nothing to change, feeling so feminine and infantile.

Then it began.

His legs kicked and slithered in and out of the corners of his baby bag, as he remembered the dress he was wearing, as well as the roomful of lovely dresses that surrounded him.

He was going to be a baby sissy.