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It started with a loud click of the cage we were laid in. as I slowly
began to turn and move knowing it was time to start the day, beside me
was Fliss, dressed in the same humiliating baby outfit that I was and I
knew from the smell that she was in the same situation as me.
We were both dressed in pink flannel baby sleepers with hood, boots and
fingerless mittens attached 7 buttons up the front sealed us into the
sleeps, but it was what lay beneath that made them degrading, as we
begun to lift the top of our cage, which in reality was a plus size
adult baby crib. Really meant for one but the rules were two sissies to
a crib.
I looked at Fliss and Fliss looked at me, with a need that was burning
inside both of us. We had been here for nearly a year sharing the same
crib and yet had never managed to live out our dreams of becoming
closer.
"Katie" she said. I just nodded back knowing what she wanted. I waddled
over the door of the adjacent room and opened it. The room the crib
stood in was as simple as it gets. It was 4 pink walls, the crib in the
middle, and the items of our sissy incarceration laid out in a wardrobe
in the corner of the room.
Fliss, who was now up, began to run to the bathroom I had just opened.
She was by this point squealing. I had already got what she wanted as I
fitted it over my hand. It was a button hook and I began to remove her
sleeper. By 5 buttons she was out and free and stood there simply in a
cotton mini corset at around 22" like mine and a nappy with two layers
of plastic bloomers and pants on. Fliss was swimming around in there as
you could see that over the night her boo boo's and her wee-wee has
first filled up her pants and then seeped through to her bloomers.
Now Fliss could not stand this. She by her own admission was a clean
sissy and this was pure hell for her. I very quickly started to undo her
corset. As soon as she could get the front hooks off she went over the
shower and started to remove her bloomers and then her plastic pants.
The smell was one that I had come to dread, as It filled the room. Fliss
was being good today. She was not crying but when she got the disposable
nappy off finally a sense of release came on to her face, and she turned
on the shower to wash her body clean of the excrement.
This is how it was every morning as I was left sloshing around in my
nappy for 5 minutes while she got herself clean. My turn was far less of
an affair as I did not mind it that much at all. In fact I had signed up
here to be a sissy so it was all part of what I expected. As I got into
the shower I looked down my body at the one piece I was still wearing,
my CB3000 belt that all sissies had to wear at all times unless
instructed not to. While training it kept sissies in a state of
readiness and sexual frustration. As I held my sissy teapot in my hand I
knew that it was useless in this device and that I would never get the
release I craved.
As we dried ourselves off we knew the next part of our morning ritual
was to come, and as we looked at each other with dread we knew what we
had to do.
Over in the corner of the room was a low padded bench with handles
running down the bottom of it, Fliss walked over to it and assumed the
position she had done for nearly a year now without a break. I walked
over, filled a jug of water, poured it into a bag like a hot water
bottle, and then attached that to a long pip which's end ran to Fliss.
The end was a large plug with a tap at the top. Fliss was ready now. I
could tell she had relaxed. She needed to because this plug could not be
lubed up for her or it would just slip. As I began to push it home Fliss
whimpered away to her self until the plug was in position and I turned
the tap.
I started to press and squeeze the water container forcing the water
into her sissy clit and inside her. It only took a matter of minutes to
get the water inside her, turn the tap off, and then remove the plug. I
dove out the way as Fliss exploded with water, slopping it all over the
floor and down a drain, which we knew as a collection vat, but more on
that later.
Once Fliss as expelled all that she was going to, next came the plug
which I did lube up for her. She again whimpered as I pushed it home
deep inside her. It was any wonder she would be able to stand with it
in, but I knew she could as this was my fate in a matter of seconds. But
first I took a small pump and attached it to the valve at the end of the
plug and began to pump. The plugs end expanded sealing it inside her.
Now that Fliss was sealed in her plug, I too now took her place. It was
worse being the sissy in the hot seat than doing it, I will tell you. As
I felt the enema rip me in two, then the plug do the same and then
expand in me making me feel full up and in pain. I knew this would pass.
For the first 20 minutes I knew it would be hell.
Both sissies waddled back to the "Bedroom" after this bizaare and awful
thirty minute session. All cleaned up, we walked over the wardrobe and
opened the doors. It opened out so that two mirrors on each side and a
small table popped out. Small stools also located inside the wardrobe
were then taken out and we both sat at our tables with the mirrors.
Makeup was a very important in sissyfaction here. We started by turning
our faces white as snow with layers of foundation. Following that I
applied 2 circles of peach on each of my cheeks and most embarrassing,
black eye liner and pink around the eyes with black drawn on eyebrows.
God I looked a picture! Finally I took hot pink lipstick, applied it,
and I was done.
I have taken this long to describe myself and Fliss for the reason that
a girl does not look her best when she just gets up, and a sissy just
looks a mess.
Fliss stood at 5 foot 9, tall and very slim. She had legs like a super
model a small but neat tea pot, and a slim upper body. She had long
blond hair which came down to her shoulders and a smile to die for. Her
small but growing boobs were noticeable to the eyes of a sissy but not
quite big enough for a bra yet.
I was not as tall as Fliss at 5 foot 7, and did not have killer legs. I
was heaver than Fliss which made my life interesting. It was not that I
was fat but I was nowhere near as pretty as her. As such you could tell
standing here I was a boy. My teapot though was very small, it always
had been, and it only fit into the smallest chastity belt. My hair was
short because of all of this, but I was 100% sissy and I knew I wanted
this more than I had ever wanted anything.
We and 6 other sissies in our class had enrolled in the sissy school and
signed a 10 year contract a year ago. We did not pay any money as the
school would be using us to make money! This school works simply. It
takes you through a training program of 364 days where you are moulded,
changed, and turned into a pure sissy, to a state where you can't go
back to the normal world. On the 365th day the school sells you on in
the grand auction to whoever can stump up the cash for you. You would
then be under contract to them for 9 years. If you were lucky you would
then be able to get a lifetime contract with the buyer, but some unlucky
sissy had been traded from house to house only to be turned out at the
end. I dreaded this but knew it was the only way I would be happy in my
life and so went down this road. I hoped to have a good mistress and
live happily ever after serving them forever in sissy bliss. Well so
goes my plan, God I'm pathetic!
Both of us waddled, got up from the chair and began to extract the items
of dress which were our uniform.
We first both put on our nappies which were like disposables and felt
the same but button down the bum and were more for show. As we both slid
these up our legs we smiled at each other. This was one of the only
times in the day where we would be undressed enough to see each other. I
felt my teapot begin to press on its cage and knew from experience it
was point to get the rest on as quick as I could not to torture
ourselves.
Next came plastic pants with my sissy name on the front and back in pink
letters and then came an under vest which was just white and had my
sissy name on. Pulling that over my head, I looked at the next item,
white stockings and frilly garters which I pulled up my legs slowly
making sure not to rip or damage them in any way. We did not want
anything to incur punishment later.
White ballet boots were next which had to be worn at all times in the
day. It may seem strange to put these on now but the next item would rob
us of any chance of putting them on. We slowly did up the laces. I felt
my foot go into a painful upright position which hurt me greatly.
Next came the dreaded white over bust corset which was meant to be laced
down to 18" and closed. Now I was not the sort of boy who could do that
so I incurred punishment. It was a rule here that for every inch not
laced the sissy will get two strokes of the cane. Now I could not get
mine past 22" and Fliss who was behind me pulling away could not either.
She pulled with all her might to try and save me the blows. I squealed
as I remembered the blows that had come day on day without relent and
how much I wished I was a pretty thin sissy. Fliss gave up on me, tying
me off. 22 inches was still very tight on me and I felt so constricted
from the corset it was nearly unbearable. Now it was Fliss's turn where
the roles were turned and I would be lacing. I felt Fliss all over as I
fitted her corset and she looked at me with big droopy blue eyes. So
much I just wanted 5 minutes with her but that never came.
Fliss laced easy. I took her down to 18" with no trouble. She looked
amazing when laced. Her figure which would help her later was helping
her again today.
Over the corsets we put corset covers, which buttoned up the front and
tied tight with ribbon around the waist and bust.
Then I looked over to the corner, to the item of clothing that to
dominate all of what had come, the dress known as Pink Puff. It was a
massive dress with 10 layers of petticoats under the dress. The dress
itself was designed to sissify the wearer. It was made of pink pvc. The
main bodice of the dress just came down to cover the growing boobs of
the sissy. From there the petticoats came into play taking the skirt
out, and down to the top of the thighs. The wearer's bottom was on
permanent display. The dress had round the neck 4 pink plastic buttons,
and had 3 big plastic buttons that opened out to let the wearer get in.
The dress was crowned with bows around the bottom and hot pink lace
running up it. 3 buttons also were positioned where the skirt met the
bodice.
Fliss was first to put hers on. She lifted her hands up and waited for
me to totter over with her massive dress in hand. I slowly lowered it
down on to her until it came to rest on her. I pulled her hair out the
back of the dress and started to do up the three plastic buttons,
sealing her into the dress. Now It was my turn. I assumed the position
and Fliss slowly lowered my dress onto me. Once I was in it, it was like
a change in the world! My dress changed me. My arms could not come close
to my side as they were limited by the dress. I could not hide my nappy,
and as I was sealed into it by Fliss I knew like her we would be trapped
as we took the next steps into sissy incarceration for the day.
Next came the sissy pinafore which buttoned on to the dress on the three
buttons under the my bodice. Once on Fliss took my straps, crossed them
on my back, and in turn buttoned them onto the belt part of the
pinafore. Finally the belt was tied in a big white bow and I looked down
at the name Sissy Baby Maid Katie Bell on my chest.
Next came the cardigan in hot pink. Sissies were to wear these at all
times. It was a crop one that came up to the waist covering the top of
the pinafore. It was short sleeved and covered the top part of the
dress. It did up with two big pink buttons at the bottom.
Here came the last two pieces as we both picked up our bonnets. They
buttoned on to your dress at the top using the 4 buttons, and then did
up under our chin with a another button, and then a bow. The bonnets
were very special as they were heart shaped and covered our heads like a
nun veil. Only the face of the sissy was visible. They were made of hot
pink pvc and matched the dress. As we looked at each other we knew it
was the time for the last piece of the puzzle.
Pink fingerless mittens were added to seal us into our fate. I first
slid mine on. Fliss minced over to me and did them up so that they could
not be taken off. With 2 buttons at the top these made my hand useless
and there was no escaping the sissy dress.
Fliss put one on and then using her teeth put the other one on. She had
had lots of experience at this and had become skilled in this.
We were now dressed and ready for the day. I walked over to Fliss,
kissed her on the lips and smiled. We both curtsied at each other
knowing that what was to come in the day would be both wonderful and
dreadful, as classes at the academy were both practical and very hands
on.
The door clicked open and both sissies looked over to it. The day was
about to begin.
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