The end of the weekend

The baby looked in the mirror that his Mommy had placed on the floor. His little hand went to the other baby looking back at him. Their hands touched briefly, tiny fingers touching, flexing, and pressing against one another. A look of wonder appeared on his face as he took in the reflection. The little one smiled against his paci in his mouth. He sat up and clapped, bouncing up and down as he did so. He looked over at his Mommy to see if she was watching, which she was. She smiled at her baby boy, scrunched up her nose and crawled down on the floor with him. He started to giggle and tried to crawl away but it was too late. His Mommy had his little tootsies in her hands, her nails gently brushing up and down the instep. He rolled over and started to laugh while his Mommy brought her hands up his sides, gently tickling him. She was laughing too now, relishing the time that she could spend with her little man.

The clock on the mantel chimed, they both stopped playing and looked at the clock. Mommy sighed and said, “its seven o?clock Allen, time for your bath. Did you do your stinky for Mommy?” Allen looked up at her, his eyes big and shook his head no. “Now Allen, you know Mommy wants you to go poopy before bath time so you don?t make a stinky after you are all clean.” She brushed her finger tips down his cheeks smiling at him warmly. “Are you ready to go poopy?” Allen shook his head yes. She stood up and went to sit on the sofa, Allen crawled over to her, she reached down, took his hands in hers as she helped him up onto her lap. He put his head on her shoulder as she rubbed his tummy with the palm of her hand. Her other hand patting the side of his right thigh, “Now just relax, push out that poopy for Mommy Allen, you can do it.” She began to rock back and forth cooing softly to him, giving him words of encouragement, telling him to just push with his tummy. Allen began to push, making little grunting sounds, he was trying so hard. Mommy placed her forehead against his temple, whispering all the while, telling him how much she loved him, and how much of a good baby he was.

The first couple of pushes produced nothing, but suddenly he felt it. He felt that warm messy start to fill his diaper. He could tell by his Mommy?s smile that he was doing a good job. She pushed him forward and put the flat of her hand on his diapered bottom. Patting him as he pushed with his little stomach muscles, rubbing her hand up and down the back of his bum. He pushed some more, filling his diaper up little by little until there was nothing left for him to push out. “GOOD BOY!” His Mommy said proudly. “You did it!” She was still rubbing her hand over his hiney, caressing her baby through his diaper. She pushed him back into his original position, speaking softly into his little ear she asked him if he was ready to make his other ?special? messy for his Mommy. Allen shook his head with great enthusiasm yes. Mommy kissed his little chubby cheek and whispered in to his ear, “Let?s go to Mommy?s room.”

She took her baby to her room and placed him on the bed. Allen wondered if his Mommy would take off the sticky diaper before he made the ?special? messy his Mommy was talking about. He never made one with a poopy diaper on before. She climbed onto the bed next to her little baby, rolled over, and placed her right hand on the very front of his diaper. She let her finger tips drift between his little legs, rubbing, caressing, and making the diaper crinkle with every moment of her fingertips. Allen could feel that warm messy being pressed all over, he wasn?t sure he liked it at first, but after a few minutes he began to react to his Mommy?s touch. His Mommy kept this up for 10 minutes, squishing that messy around and around, pressing lightly then hard until Allen made that very special messy for his Mommy. She took him off the bed and laid him on the floor, reaching under the bed she took out the plastic bin that held all of Allen?s supplies. She took out a changing mat and some wipes. Since Allen was going to get a bath in a few minutes there was no need to put a fresh diaper on him yet.

After cleaning up that big messy that he had made they made their way to the bathroom. Allen had a nice warm bath, splashing away in the water, getting his Mommy wet along with a good portion of the floor. His Mommy placed a bunch of bubbles on his head before washing him off. Mommy washed her baby with a lot of care. She made sure not to miss one spot, paying special attention to his hiney and peepee. After Allen was all clean she scooped him up in a big fluffy towel, took him back to her room, and patted him off gently making sure that there was no moisture left in the crevices of his little legs. Allen knew Mommy did this so there was no water left over to cause a rash. She pushed his fresh diaper under his little butt, powered him in a thick layer of Johnson?s, finished the diaper change, put him in his jimmies, put him in his bed and kissed his nose.

“Allen? ALLEN!” She shook him gently to wake him up. Allen moved around, opened his eyes and looked at his wife. “Honey you have to get up, you have that big meeting today, you can?t be late.” Allen looked at the alarm clock; Monday had come all too soon, no more time with Mommy until next weekend. He sat up in bed, reached over taking his wife?s hand in his. He looked into her eyes grinning, “Mommy? Thank you for taking care of me this weekend.” She smiled at him, “You are welcome hunny bunny, now get dressed or Mommy will have to spank you for not listening.” Allen watched her leave the bed, she was chuckling as she walked into the master bath, and the only thing that he could think of was how much of a lucky baby he was to have his lovely wife also be his wonderful Mommy.

How I Bought My First Dress

I was driving through a section of town that was not part of my usual route. I don?t recall why I was there, but as I was driving I caught site of something out of the corner of my eye. I was sure I was mistaken, but I thought I saw a store that had a large pink adult baby dress in the window. I immediately turned around and headed back past the store again, and there it was as bold as brass on a mannequin.

I didn’t know what to do. The store was a fetish shop, and I wasn’t sure if I should go in. What if I was seen? How would I explain myself? So I stood in front of the record store next door and stared at this most amazing site. I knew I should walk away but I couldn’t do it. I so desperately wanted to put that dress on. I wanted to be the baby girl I saw myself as, but was afraid of being discovered. I finally managed to walk back to my car and told myself I would just put this out of my mind. I can?t be sure if I knew I was lying at the time.

I started to drive by the fetish shop more frequently, looking at my dress. The more I saw it, the more I knew I had to try it on. I convinced myself that if I could just try it on once, I could finally purge this desire. So one fateful day, instead of standing in front of the record shop, I walked into the fetish shop.

I was a little surprised that it was so dark, even with the large front window. As I looked around at the usual displays of leather and other kink materials, I heard a voice from the back call out, “I?ll be right out.” In a matter of minutes a young girl with impossibly black hair, a tight leather outfit and piercings popped out from behind a curtain. ” Can I help you?” I suddenly felt nervous. I couldn’t think of how to ask about the dress. She smiled and said in a sly manner, “Maybe if you just pointed.”

I gathered my nerve and asked, “The baby items?” “We only have the one dress in the window,” she said, “but if you can wait until I?m done with the customer in the back I?ll get it out for you.” I was surprised. I had as much as confessed that I was an adult baby sissy, and she didn’t bat an eyelash. I felt so free at that moment. I milled around the store waiting for her return, but now more than ever my gaze returned to the dress in the window.

When she came out the second time she was leading a man dressed in drag. I moved away so not to be noticed. When he finished paying for his purchases, she looked at me and said, “Ok sweetie, let me get that dress for you now.” With that she stepped into the display area and picked up the mannequin, and brought it into the store. “You are going to look so cute in this,” she said.

She undressed the mannequin, placing the items on the counter. Suddenly she looked at me and said, “Are you wearing diapers?” It was so casual, so matter of fact, like she was asking if I was wearing shoes. “No,” I stammered. “Good,” she replied, “Health issues, you know.” She then gathered the items up, took my hand and led me to the back.

It was like a salon in the back. Changing rooms, full length mirrors, and places to sit. She led me to one of the changing rooms and sweetly said, “There you go. Will you be alright, or will you need some help?” I must have blushed four shades of red and said I?d be fine. “I?ll be waiting out here when you?re done, ” was all she said as she drew the dressing room curtain.

I must admit to feeling somewhat silly standing there, but I also couldn’t wait to try this magical outfit on. I quickly stripped and placed the entire outfit, dress, rhumba panties, and bonnet on. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked odd, but I felt so right. The dress was a little tight across the chest., but the feel of the pink satin against my skin was intoxicating. I let my hand caress the front of the panties right over the bulge. I was in heaven.

All good things must end, though, so I took the outfit off and had just gotten my pants on, when the sales girl knocked on the outside partition. “Are you ready,” she asked? I told her I?d be out in a minute, but she could have the outfit back now if she wanted. With surprise in her voice she asked, “You took it off? Why? I wanted to see you in it.”

My heart leaped to my throat. This beautiful young girl wanted to see me in a pink satin baby dress. It was more than I dared hope for. “Hurry and put it back on, and let me see you,” she said.

I did as I was instructed, for the first time I was in a public place as the baby girl I always wanted to be. I was certain that the girl was going to fulfill my fantasy, and strike a dominant mommy demeanor with me. I was wrong.

“Yeah, that?s what I was afraid of,” she said. “A little tight across your chest. Get down and crawl for me.” I was eager to oblige, but all it rated was, “Do you wear cloth diapers?” I nodded. “Well those panties need to be bigger then. You know, I just had a great idea.” She left me there on all fours. I thought of getting up, but felt I should wait to be told. When she returned carrying paper and a pencil and saw me still on the floor she said, “What a good baby,” in that tone young mothers use with babies. I was delighted.

“Stand up baby,” she commanded. I quickly complied and she had me stand on the paper. She traced around my feet, then she looked up at me, smiled and said, “Every baby needs booties.” She then went on to explain that her mother had made the dress for the store owner and could make another for me that would fit more properly and had booties, but it would take two weeks. I agreed quickly.

I left the store feeling lighter and refreshed. Just the knowledge that someone else knew I was a baby girl and accepted it so easily made me feel better about myself. It was a burden I didn’t even know I was carrying.

Two weeks turned into three but the wait was worth it. When I called the shop and talked to the sales girl, who?s name I learned was Marie, she told me to come in any time and try it on, but she insisted that I have my diapers on, “so we can see how your panties fit.” How my panties fit. She said it so matter of fact, like it was an everyday occurrence. I couldn’t wait to get there.

It was a warm sunny afternoon when I arrived. Marie was behind the counter and she was chatting with another young lady. She saw me and said, “I?ll be right with you.” I waddled to the other side of the store, as I didn’t want this second young lady to know my secret. I stood in front of a rack of fetish clothing, and I wondered as I looked down if anyone else noticed how the three cloth diapers I was wearing made me bulge front and back.

I was pulled from my musings when I heard Marie say, “Come on over sweetie, I?ve got your dress right here.” I turned and was surprised to see the second young lady was still standing there, and was now staring at me. I approached slowly, in the vain hope that this young lady might start to leave, but she never moved, never diverted her glance as I approached. Marie pulled a brown shopping bag from behind the counter, headed for the back and said, “Let?s get you dressed, baby.” I followed her, and to my surprise the other young lady followed me.

In the back, Marie showed me to the same dressing room I?d used before and motioned for her friend to sit. “You don?t mind if Lauren watches, do you? I told her about you and she was dying to see what you look like.” I shrugged a no, entered the dressing room and undressed.

I watched myself in the mirror as I transformed from adult male to diapered baby to sissy baby girl. The dress, rhumba panties, bonnet and booties were all done pink satin and white lace trim and rosebud decorations. I was still admiring myself when I heard the knock.

“Are you ready baby?” I said I was and walked out. Lauren?s eyes grew large, and she put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, you were so right. He is just adorable, or should I say she is.” That was it. I was a baby, and there was no sense in pretending otherwise.

I was made to model the outfit for them, including crawling on tall fours so they could see now the panties looked with diapers on. Lauren then commanded that I come over and get up on my knees. “Now suck your thumb like a baby,” she demanded and I complied. “This is just too much,” she said with a smile and got up. She went over and kissed Marie, whispered something to her, and left.

I was instructed to get redressed and come out front when I was done. I paid for my dress, and tried to see if I cold arrange to see Marie in a more social setting. “I?m sorry honey, but I am submissive too. I?d be more likely to wear diapers than change them. I did put Lauren?s card in your bag for you though call her.”
By, Sissy Chris (aka Chrissy)

My First Sitting Job

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Mommies’ Secret Room

He stood outside the door, staring at the oaken frame. His hands brushed against the grain as his eyes went to the golden door knob. He wanted to remember everything about this, it would have to be a memory and no more then that. To write it down would be his undoing if it were to be found by his older sister or brother. He watched as his hand went to the door knob, it was cold to the touch and smooth. He turned it slowly, listening as it made that familiar click which always alerted him that his Mother was up for the day.

The door made a soft creeking noise as it swung open slowly. He closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, held it and let the comforting scent wash over him. I must remember this all he kept telling himself. The smell of make up, perfume, body lotion and a freshly laundered comforter which was hung out to dry earlier in the day meet him in greeting. He smiled and peered into the room. He was almost dizzy and stiffled a small giggle of nervousness. He put one foot on the pale blue carpet and went in. He knew where she kept them, he knew this was bad, but at the same time he could not get the thought of doing this out of his head.

He went to her vanity and sprayed some of her favorite perfume into the still air, breathed it in, smiled and moved on. This was his Mommy’s room, and he loved his Mommy so much, to be close to her and smell her special Mommy smell. To him there was nothing better then sitting on her lap, listening to her soft voice reading to him from one of his many books. It was a safe, wonderful place to be. To him this is what heaven must be like.

He lingered a little bit longer over the many trinkets, bottles and hair brushes before slowly moving on. He saw the tall thin cabinet. This is where she keeps them his little brain whispered. He ran his hand over the deep cherry wood, before slowly swinging open the doors. He was getting more and more excited. His little heart was pounding so fast as he opened the top drawer. There was a soft hissing sound as he slid it open, velvet, it was lined in velvet. He closed his eyes and reached inside, his hand brushed against the silk. He grabbed a hold of them. He was surprised to notice that he was sweating.

He held them before him, he was actually shaking. He bent over at the waist and put his foot inside the first leg hole then the second, he almost fainted as he felt the material whisp against his inner thighs and up around his waist. He stood there with his eyes closed taking it all in. The smells, the sounds of the traffic outside, his brother playing a video game downstairs, his sister talking on her cell phone about some boy, his Mommy in the kitchen singing along to a song while she made dinner, the warmth of the late evening sun streaming through the big window. It was all perfect, it was all he thought it would be….

Jeff woke up to the sound of his alarm, rolling to his side to reach over to turn it off. He shaved showered and got ready for work. He was an adult, an adult with the need to dream as a child. He pulled his boxers on, and let his fingers brush against the now well worn fabric of his Mommy’s worn panties which he lovingly wore beneath.

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The Sitter’s Weekend

I stood outside the house listening to Mrs. Forte yelling at her eight year old son for almost a full twelve minutes. “NO JASON, PUT THAT DOWN JASON, JASON STOP IT!!” Poor Mrs. Forte, she couldn’t find anyone else who would even consider watching her little terror of a boy. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. There was some scuffling and some whispered warnings in a hushed stern voice right on the other side of the door. It swung open to reveal a very tired and harried looking Mrs. Forte and a very energetic overly rotten little kid. I tried my best to hide my smile; I didn’t want Mrs. Forte to think that I was laughing at her predicament. She grabbed Jason by the arm and led him into the living room. It was a mess, toys everywhere, most of them broken, scribble marks on the walls, crayon marks on the coffee table. She gave me an apologetic look and started giving me the contact information I would need in case anything were to happen. I smiled slightly and reassured her that nothing was going to happen and everything would be fine. She gave Jason a kiss on his forehead to which Jason screamed in reply. What a lovely little child this is I thought to myself. I waved goodbye to Mrs. Forte from the bay window in the living room and then turned to face this angelic little thing sitting on the floor before me.

“What are you looking at?!?!?” he said from behind his chocolate covered smirk. “What? Or who?” I asked back from behind a steady gaze. He didn’t say anything back he just looked at me and went back to playing with his matchbox cars. I walked away and went to the guest bedroom to put my stuff away. I heard a noise behind me but I didn’t turn around because I knew it would be Jason. “What is all that stuff?” he asked walking into the room. I turned around and said, “This STUFF as you call it is my clothes and few other, uh, treats for tomorrow. Go back to what you were doing, I’ll be out soon.” He didn’t move, and neither did I. We must have stayed like that for a good 20 minutes before he finally said, “I didn’t wanna see your stupid stuff anyway.” He walked away and I turned to finish unpacking, laughing to myself.

The rest of the night was like that. I would ask him to do something, he would say no and hold out for as long as he could before showing just how much of a little boy he actually was by giving in with the words, “I didn’t wanna do that anyway” or “I didn’t wanna play with that anyway.” Around 8:30 p.m. I told Jason it was time for bed, and to my surprise he actually went, no whining, and no back talk, just him walking to his room. I went in fifteen minutes later to find him drawing a stick figure of me with what looked to be a tank firing at my head. I leaned against the door way and said, “My eyebrows are not that bushy.” Jason jumped about two feet in the air. “Are you going to go to sleep or stay up all night planning military coups against my freakishly round head?” He giggled a little bit and kept on drawing. I walked away, went into my room and went to bed. Tomorrow held so many wonderful surprises for my little man Jason.

5:30 a.m. came quickly; I dressed and went to wake up Jason. He had fallen asleep with the marker in his hand. I studied his work on the wall and found out that I had been conquered by what looked to be a squadron of really fat F-14’s. I tapped him on the shoulder and sweetly whispered “Jaaaaaaaason, oh Jaaaaaaaaaaason.” He sat up rubbed his eyes and stated, “Hey, it’s still dark outside, Mom lets me sleep as long as I want.” To which I replied, “I am NOT your Mom. Get up, get dressed and meet me in the living room, you have 10 minutes, miss the deadline and you WILL be sorry.” Apparently Jason didn’t believe me; thirty minutes later he arrived at the table in the same clothes on. Jason thought this was the best thing ever judging by the smile on his face. It was the “HA, HA, I won face.” Little did he know that the only thing he won was punishment, “Jason? Didn’t I tell you that you would be sorry if you didn’t do as I asked?” “Yeah so what?” he shot back at me. I shook my head a couple of times and went to get my bag from my room. “Come here Jason, I want to show you something.” He pushed his chair back away from the table and ran over. “Look inside there, I have a gift for you.” I said this with a very warm and inviting smile on my face. As Jason leaned over to peer into the bag I quickly grabbed him by his upper arms, pulled him screaming between my legs, and sat down on the sofa. I clamped my legs tightly against his and forced him down onto my lap, I roughly pulled his jeans down so his little butt was sticking out. Then he did the worse possible thing he could do, he tried to cover up his butt with his hands.

I grabbed his wrists and pulled them up his back so his elbows were bent, he thought he was strong, but I’m much stronger. I grabbed my bag as Jason started to really wiggle, and pulled out my dear old friend Mr. Blister. I pulled my free hand back as far as it would go, and heard that familiar sound of the air moving around the face and through the holes of the paddle and WHAP! It connected with Jason’s butt, he let out a sound that was part Oh My God and wolf howl, another and another until Jason was nothing more then a red butted whimpering mass on my lap. I put the paddle down, pulled up his jeans and said very softly, “Are you going to listen to me now?” There wasn’t an answer, so I gave him one harder whack with my hand on the outside of his jeans. He gave a little yelp and I asked again, “Are YOU going to listen now?” He shook his head yes. I released my grip on his wrists and pushed him off my lap. Jason stood there teary eyed watching me put the paddle back in my bag rubbing his slightly red wrists.

For the next two days Jason put all his toys away, scrubbed the walls and furniture, got a bath, changed his clothes, started saying please, thank you and may I and going to bed when told. It only took three more spanking to get him to that point. Not that bad if you ask me. Mrs. Forte came home and was in shock. She asked me what I had done, I told her nothing special, just introduced Jason to a very good friend of mine. She paid me and I left, but I will be back Jason, don’t you worry little man, your mom has a business trip this next weekend. See you then!