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Peter's Potty Training part 2 by dirteesissy Chapter 5. My return to St. Tabitha's a few weeks later was a joyful experience, especially after the last 2 weeks kinky escapades. I sat in the back of Mother's mini-van, strapped into my baby seat watching the miles flowing by the darkened windows. We'd covered the journey in near silence, so I was a little surprised when my Mother asked me if I'd wet my soft pink diaper. My penis shaped pacifier kept me from answering her back, so I lifted the hem of my prissy baby blue sissy dress and pulled the attached white frilly petticoat out of the way, revealing my opaque plastic panties, with a prancing lamb on the front and my white super soft diapers underneath, they were clearly designed to show everyone if I'd wet myself. The diapers had a large yellow stain at the front. "I won't have time to change you when we arrive at your boarding school Peter, so be sure to point out your little accident to one of the nice ladies who can help you! The dress your new Daddy picked out for your return to school is just perfect, all frills and lace, with no pretence at covering up you're diapered behind and partnered with that over the top sissy bonnet, it just screams effeminate pantywaist! I bet you're thinking that everyone at school has seen you at your sissy worst and that you have nothing left to fear, but you'd be wrong, I spoke to Miss Killan earlier in the week and she told me that a whole new intake of younger girls are starting today and if I'm not mistaken, they're all standing outside waiting to be shown in!" We were pulling threw the open gates and down the long driveway and it appeared that my Mother was correct in her assertion. Over a dozen young girls wearing the pretty school uniform of St. Tabitha's were stood outside of the school's entrance, around what could only be there luggage. There were no teacher's or adults of any kind in sight and I knew that I'd soon be joining this group of beautiful young ladies for the first time, a frilly diaper wetting sissy girl. Mother parked right next to the throng and was soon at the back door, to unstrap me from my baby seat. Handing me my diaper bag and telling me that she'd sent my luggage on ahead, she patted me on my plastic covered rump and gave me a very tight hug. For those few moments I enjoyed the closeness of my usually, very reticent Mother and I felt a stirring in my chastity covered cock, but it wasn't an erection forming, it was yet another spurt of warm pee into my already soaking diapers. Mother jumped back into the car and threw the open window bade goodbye for another term. "You be a good boy for your teacher's, Peter, or I'll her about it and it'll be another 4 months in your chastity, before your allowed to spurt! Miss Killan tells me that you'll be moving out of the dormitory that you've shared with your old school chums and into a new specially designed room, just for you. Make sure you thank her for the attention and be sure to learn something more useful, than how to fill your potty this semester! See you in a few months' time, son!" With that she sped off, back down the drive way and out of the gates, leaving me standing there with all those very curious young women staring at me. They began to drift over slowly at first, but very quickly I was surrounded by these stunning young women. The first to buck up the courage to touch me was a slight, short dark haired young woman with gorgeous blue eyes. She ran her hand up my pale pink stocking clad leg, over the straining garter tab and straight onto my plastic and diaper covered behind. Crinkling the plastic, so all the ladies could her she asked me, loudly, if I'd wet my diaper and I needed changing. I nodded my head, red faced and wide-eyed, at the direct question I'd just been asked. She took my diaper bag from my be-frilled shoulder and led me, by white lacy gloved hand, through the assembled ladies, over to a picnic table on the front lawn. She had my diaper bag open in just a second and began to pull all the supplies she'd need change my wet bum. A large pink Miss Piggy waterproof matt was laid over the top of the table and I was helped up onto the rubber changing matt by several pairs of very willing hands. "I heard, from the lady who I can only deduce to be your Mother, that your called Peter, sweetie! Is that right, you're actually a boy underneath that ridiculous dress and what look to very wet diapers? You are, well I'm sure all of the girls here would love to see if that's true, sissy boy, so lift up your bum and I'll change you out of the soaking diaper and into 1 of these lovely soft, dry diapers and these very girly plastic panties!" As the young girl, who introduced herself to the group as Jessica, lifted my behind off the table and began to pull off my sopping plastic panties and diapers, one of the other girls was passing around my next pair of plastic panties. The girl in question was pale skinned and had long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her high cheek bones made her deep set blue eyes stand out even more, but the expression of deep mirth in them gave even more sparkle. Passing from hand to hand, the panties made of very soft pink plastic, with the phrase "Diaper Wetter!" on the front. By this stage, Jessica, had brought my pee covered behind into the light of day and every one of those girls were paying rapt attention to my chastity covered cock and plugged hole. Pulling some baby-wipes from a container, my sticky bottom was completely cleaned and covered in a large amount of baby oil, before being powdered and a fresh set of soft dry pink cloth diapers were positioned under my bottom. "These plastic panties were clearly made just for you, Peter, as they describe you to an absolute tee! You're not just a diaper wetter are you, as your tiny little cock is also locked up in what looks like a very tight chastity device! Been a bad boy, Peter? Has your Mother locked away your pathetic manhood and stuffed a very big cock in your bum as well? I've been looking forward to meeting my first sissy at St. Tabitha's and so far your living up to all my best wishes! Your nothing more than a nasty diaper wearing sissy girl, aren't you, Peter?" The very strict young woman, who I later found out was called Adrianna, slapped my powdered behind, as I moaned yes through my penis pacifier. Jessica pulled my diapers together and pinned them on me with a set of pale blue pins and grabbed my plastic panties from the stupefied throng, before forcing them up my stocking coved legs and over my bulging diapers. A quick check to make sure that all the exposed cloth was tucked inside the waterproof panties and I was pulled to my feet by another striking young woman. Almost too beautiful to describe and with shoulder length wavy blonde hair, she towered above my diminutive height, even though I was wearing 3' baby blue stiletto heels, she was clearly several inches taller than me. Taking my hand in her strong grasp, she ran her hands over my very frilly baby bonnet. Oval shaped and covered in masses of pleated lace, it was tied onto my head with a large white bow gathered under my hairless chin. Telling me that she'd never seen such a perfect item of clothing for a pansy like me, she leaned in and whispered into my ear so no one else could hear. "I can't believe what a fairy you are Peter! My name is Naomi Smith and I think you know my Uncle, don't you, Peter? You call him Daddy now, I understand! He's been telling the whole family how he fucked a tiny cocked sissy baby in the bum and got him to beg his to let him Mother to do the same to her! I almost thought he was pulling my leg, but it's all true, isn't it, Peter? Your new Daddy is fucking your Mother like the slut she is and you introduced them to each other, you even watch as they fuck and all the relief you get to have in those cute diapers, is when you wet them! Your Mother screaming in pleasure as you pee in your diapers, over and over!" She squeezed my bum through my diapers and told me to keep her identity a secret on pain of angering my new Daddy. Mrs. Wilde and Katy the school secretary walked through the front doors of the school and called all of us over. Corralling us into a tight group, Mrs. Wilde began to explain that she would be the new girls Home Room Teacher and Dormitory Mother. Katy joined me and pulled me out of the group, telling me that I would no longer be under the direct control of my former high school teacher, but would be joining a new class. She led me up through the doors of the school and into the reception area. Waiting there was my ever needed push-chair and I soon found myself strapped into that infernal device and being wheeled through the back corridors of the school. I'd spent most of my time last semester in the other side of the school and when we reached a large set of double doors, Katy pulled me in backwards, so it took me a moment to recognise the room. It was a Kindergarten, but with clearly oversized furniture and objects scattered around the room, suitable for an over-sized baby like me. Standing next to the blackboard at the front of the room was the 2 sister's from my former school, Kate and Pippa Mezzo. "Welcome to your brand new Kindergarten, Peter! After our last meeting at your school reunion prom, Miss Killan contacted us, at the urging of your new Daddy, to offer us positions at this brilliant school and we jumped at the chance. Your Mother and Daddy have plans for you, so they wanted more than just plonking you in a Nursery every day, having your wet bum changed and no new skills learned! So from now on, every morning after your morning enema and public potty display, you'll be straight in here for daily lessons and maybe a little bit of fun along the way! We've been looking forward to trying out our new strap on's and I'm sure you'll be willing to accommodate us, won't you Peter?" Goggle eyed, I nodded my head and I began my first day back at St. Tabitha's. Katy soon left us and I was pulled from my push-chair and forced into a large, one-piece desk, that wouldn't have been out of place in a Victorian era school. Pippa checked my diaper to see if I was wet, she reached her hand inside of my plastic panties and dry fresh diapers before I was quickly given my first assignment. Telling my 2 new Kindergarten teachers all about my new Daddy and what had happened after the last time I'd seen them. Slowly at first, but with gathering pace I told them all about the events that had led up to today. Strapped on my potty in the back of Nanny's car, we sped off home, only stopping to drop off my 3 school friends at Olga's place, before quickly reaching my Mother's home. I was whisked upstairs and undressed, bathed, diapered and put into a cute furry teddy bear-like costume. Told it was to be my latest all in one romper suit, I was given a bottle of warm milk and I was soon fast asleep in my high sided pink cot. Woken at the usual time in the morning, I was efficiently disrobed and un-diapered, before I was set up for my morning diaper. Olga came through the door, just as my Nanny was greasing up my hollow enema dildo, ready to push it in my bum. Nanny started to play with my greasy hole, just like every morning, but found that the dildo slipped in much more easily than the previous days. "Mr Smith's big cock, from last night must have opened him up, so you'll have to use the bigger one from now on, Miss Arterton! He was just about ready for the larger one anyway, especially with the amount of use his hole's been getting lately, so we'll just switch to the wider one a little sooner than we'd planned! Peter loves it when we fuck his cute sissy hole, don't you? Weather we use our fingers, or strap on's or even real cock's now, he's a total anal slut aren't you Peter? Why don't you tell your Nanny all about your lovely fucking after the prom, last night, as I'm sure she'd be interested hearing all the juicy details?" Over the next 20 minutes, while my bum was toyed with, I was given an enema and made to use my clear plastic potty, in full view of these 2 cruel ladies, I explained to my Nanny every excruciating detail of last night's festivities. It was only when I was being bathed, ready for my daily activities, did I reach the promise I'd made to Mr. Smith, asking my Mother if he could fuck her up her bum, just as he'd done to me, whilst I looked on in shameful desire and wet my diaper. Nanny shrieked in surprise and told me that I would be doing just that at breakfast and that I'd better be very convincing or she'd cane my nasty lying bottom. Both of my 2 tormentors looked at my with wide grins, as I was diapered in pale yellow diapers, pinned together with Sunflower pins and a pair of white silk Rhumba panties were pulled up my legs and over my massively diapered behind. They were rubber lined, to prevent accidents and row after row of pale yellow ruffles covered the bottom. I was sat up and helped into a pair of dark green nylon hold up stockings, before a pair of brown frilly cotton socks, with green lace around the ankles were placed on my feet. Finally a pair of brown, shiny patent leather Mary Jane's were tied on to my feet. Next a pale green silk and lace dress, the hem very short, with a slightly darker green petticoat sown into it, was lowered over my head and I could see that they lifted the hem so that my diapers were on clear display. At this point I had no idea what this outfit was going to be, but when Nanny pulled out my bonnet I cringed at the sight. Made to look like the open face of a Sunflower's flowering head, I knew I would look like a total prissy sissy in this get up. Long green silk gloves were pulled up my arms, with more yellow lace petals hanging from the top of the arm holes. A yellow penis headed pacifier was pushed into my blubbering mouth and tied around my neck. Taken by my shaking hands I was led over to the waiting floor length mirror, to be shown my latest humiliating ensemble. "Oh Peter, just look at you! I've never seen you look such a total pansy! Well a Sunflower, actually, but I'm sure you get the idea! I'm pretty sure that no one's going to be able to take you seriously in that dress, Peter, but you better do a good job with your Mother or I'll take great delight in taking you out for a little shopping trip at the local mall! Hundreds of people will see you dressed like a fairy and I'm pretty confident that under that kind of pressure, you'll be unable to control your bladder! I bet that I'd have to change you wet diaper more than once, with everyone watching and laughing! On display for our enjoyment!" White faced and crying, I was lead down stairs by my Nanny and Olga, into the kitchen, where my Mother, step-Sister's and Olga's Mother was sitting. After several stunned seconds, they burst into uncontrollable laughter and I couldn't really blame them, I looked completely absurd. It took several minutes to calm down my howling betters, but it was perhaps 5 minutes after that before Nanny was able to explain that I had something to ask my Mother. In a barely audible whisper, I managed to croak out the order I'd been given last night by Mr. Smith and in moment's, I turned a room that had been filled with mirth into a hostile place. "You dare to ask me a question like that, Peter! My sexual desires are no concern of yours, especially when you're such a pathetic loser and a nasty pervert! Just because you found your first taste of sexual gratification, on the end of that real man's cock, it doesn't mean that I will! The sheer effrontery of the man, though, I'm almost tempted to take him up on the offer, mostly because of his chutzpah! You've got a photo you say Olga, well he's pretty hot isn't he, maybe I'll give him a call after all, Peter and have a look at the piece of meat that deflowered my sissy son!" I was rushed out of the room and back upstairs by my Nanny, whilst the conversation continued between my strict tormentors as to the merits of the invitation. Back in my nursery, Nanny checked my diaper and found that once again it was soaking wet. I'd been so terrified to ask my Mother the question that I'd been like a leaky faucet throughout the encounter. I was soon back onto my changing table for a fresh set of diapers, while I drank a bottle of warm milk that Nanny placed into my eager hands, but she told me that she didn't have a dry spare pair of Rhumba panties for me to wear, so she'd put me into some different ones. I was just being helped down from my changing table when Olga burst into the room and told us that Mother had decided to take Mr. Smith up on his very kind offer. Apparently she'd been persuaded that if his cock could make me into more of a girly girl, she had to find out if it would make her into more of a man. I was brought into my Mother's boudoir and tied, with a pair of her used smelly stockings, to the bottom of her bed, before being left there, on my own. 20 minutes passed, when my Mother entered the room with a massive grin on her face. "Well Peter, I've just got off the phone with your paramour from last night and it turns out I actually know him! We went to school together and we always fancied each other back then, but never managed to consummate our attraction to one another, so I can't thank you enough for bringing us back together! He's coming over in 2 hours' time, so I'll have to hurry to be ready for him, but maybe not, hey Peter, after all I don't imagine that I'll be wearing very much while he fucks me in my ass! Oh god, I'm dripping wet at the thought!" With a final smile she disappeared into her bathroom, to get ready for her date. I could hear her bath running and I imagined my Mother disrobing, naked as the day she was born, before she would lower herself into the waiting soapy water and begin her cleansing. If I could have only gotten hard in my diaper at that amazing thought, but my chastity prevented me from doing so, I did the only thing I was capable of now and wet myself. In those now warm, but quickly cooling diapers, I spent the next 1 hour and 45 minutes fantasizing about my sexy Mother. She burst back into the room and I gasped at her beauty. Dressed in just a pair of black silk hold up stockings and 6' red stiletto heels, she was knickerless and all the more provocative for it. I began to cry and Mother asked what was wrong, in a sobbing voice I told her that I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have such an elegant and bewitching woman as my Mother. She bent down and kissed me, deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth and making me gasp for air. I'd never been French kissed before and the thought that the first time would be at the hands of my over-bearing Mother, made me swoon with shame. "You really mean that don't you, Peter? You worship me, even though I've put you into the frilliest of dresses and diapers, before parading you in front of your step-Sister's and half the town! Can you understand now why I've put you into this situation? A diaper wetting sissy baby girl, who's unable to come, because I control your cock and one who love's it up his bum! Well guess what, you're about to watch me take it in my bottom and all you'll be able to do is fill up your already soaked diaper, as I writhe and buck in pleasure, a total slut!" I heard the doorbell ring downstairs and I a couple of minutes later, there was a knock at the door and my Mother called enter. In strode Mr. Smith, my deflowerer from the previous night. With eyes for my Mother only, he was soon pulling her into a fierce embrace and kissing her with abandon. They snogged for several minutes, whilst she helped him shed his outer clothing and before long he stood in the middle of my Mother's bedroom wearing only a pair of red silk boxers. With obvious reluctance, he pulled away from the embrace of my Mother, but I noticed that he was very gently fingering her soaking wet pussy, as he turned to me. He smiled at my Sunflower outfit and told me that I looked precious. Telling my Mother to untie me, he watched as she did so and then helped me to my feet. With a cocky grin he asked if I'd like to help him in giving my Mother a proper seeing to and for a moment I had visions of us spit roasting her, but he soon explained what he wanted me to do. Pulling her onto her large bed he patted the mattress right next to him and I sat down. "Okay, Peter, be a dear and pull my boxer's down, so your slutty Mother can see my big cock! No don't use your hands, like some kind of common whore, use your teeth and while your down there, give my cock a nice suck to make sure it's really hard for your Mother's bum! That's it, Peter, all the way in, making sure that it's well lubricated for your Mother's bottom! I've been looking forward to this since your graduation day, when I saw your movie and realised who was tossing you off that day! That's it almost ready, Peter, I just need you do one more thing now, look inside my jeans and find my wallet, inside there's ?200. Put it on the bedside table, for your Mother, it's the price we agreed on for a bum-fuck! Unlike sissy's I always pay my lady friends for their time, after all they need to understand that I'm the 1 in charge!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but when my Mother hissed at me to do as I was told, I realised that my Mother really was nothing more than a whore. With the cash on the bedside table Mr. Smith hauled his paid for piece of ass onto all fours and with no preamble he pushed his big cock deep inside of her. She screamed in pain and I rushed over to her asking what I could do to help her, but she told me to shut the fuck up and sit on the bed like a good sissy girl a watch her being fucked by a real man's cock. Mr. Smith used every inch of that monster cock inside my Mother's eager bum and I watched that fucking, eagerly. He pounded away, pushing himself deep inside of her, before pulling it all the way out and starting all over again. Stroke after stroke of that cock pummelled my sobbing Mother's bum and I looked on with a hungry smile on my face, my cock dripping, but not with come. I felt no more shame as I pissed myself, watching that pounding and when I finally saw, Mr. Smith's buttocks clench as he emptied his balls deep inside of my Mother, I gushed the whole of my earlier bottle of milk into my waiting diaper. He rolled off my Mother, but she stayed there, up on all fours, with come dribbling down her crack and Mr. Smith, with a tight smile, pointed to the mess and I knew what he wanted me to do. The first lick was tentative and my Mother screamed at me, asking what I thought I was doing. Mr. Smith slapped her right buttock very hard and told her to shut up and mind her own business. With growing confidence I licked up every drop of that warm, sticky mess from her skin before forcing my tongue inside her to get every morsel of that spunk. When I'd finished, Mother turned round slapped me across the face and pushed me from the bed, on to the floor. "That has to be the most disgusting thing you've ever done, Peter! Fancy licking another man's juice out of your Mother's bum! I'm appalled at your perverted desires, go on get out of my sight and have your Nanny change your clearly soaking diaper! Go on get out, you nasty little shit!" The next few days, continued on with my usual routine. Morning enema's, public potty training, bath followed by diapering and outfit selection, after breakfast and morning cartoons, I'd be put down for a nap. Diaper change, then lunch and a second enema that my step-Sister's usually insisted in performing themselves. I'd be strapped to my potty and told on the pain of the cane not to release before I was told, I'd be wheeled to my Mother's bedroom door and they'd knock, before being left there by Hannah and Kara. The loud sounds of fucking would cease and I'd hear footsteps pad to the door, sometimes it would be Mr. Smith, his big cock dripping come and sometimes my Mother would answer the door. I would be wheeled in and my instruction was always the same, if I could hold in the liquid till my Mother orgasmed, she would remove my chastity and allow me to spurt. If not they'd try again the following day. Those 2 weeks were the toughest of my feminization and I should tell you that, I'm glad to have returned to St. Tabitha's for the chance of a rest. 2 days after arriving at Mother's house, Mr. Smith insisted that I call him Daddy and my Mother readily agreed, remarking that the man who had the honour of fucking the owner of such a clear wimpy sissy boy like me was definatly my Daddy. By the time I returned to school, he'd moved into Mother's room completely and none of us saw her very much anymore. "Wow, Peter, you've had such a lovely break from school that I hardly know what to say, but maybe you deserve a little pleasure after your obvious lack. Pippa and I will give you a little bit of the gratification you need, so stand up and let's get you out of that diaper, oh Peter your soaked through, but never mind it's strap on time! Let's grease up your bum for my cock and while you're just lying there, why don't you suck Pippa's cock!" The rest of that day's lessons were spent with me taking, one or both of those cocks in my eager holes. My day was only half finished, when we were interrupted by Megan, knocking on the Kindergarten's door's before asking if the Sister's realised it was past my bed time. With a few final strokes in my bottom, I was hauled to my feet and dragged over to my clear plastic potty before being strapped in. Megan wheeled me out of the Kindergarten, as my teacher's waved goodbye to me, with smiles on their faces. Telling me that I should feel free to wet myself, whilst on the potty, Megan welcomed me back to the real St. Tabitha's. We headed back through reception and towards the dormitories, but my controller made a tight turn just before we reached them. Warning signs told any pupil that entered this corridor that the staff living area was just ahead and woe betide anyone caught about down there. Megan assured me that it would be all right and that I shouldn't worry, that I'd been given special permission by Miss Killan to spend time here. I was pushed into a room marked laundry, inside a haze of feminine smells and sights assaulted me. Megan unstrapped me from my potty and picking up a diaper bag from the corner of the room, proceeded to clean my pee covered behind before pinning me into shocking pink diapers and clear plastic panties. Oiled and powdered, I hadn't felt as refreshed in hours, so I thanked my Nursery Mistress from last year. Megan took my hand and led me to a pile of what appeared to be hundreds of pairs of women's panties. "Your task before I return in 2 hours is to hand wash as many of these delicate, silky panties before I come back and you better not be thinking you can spend the time sniffing them, whilst just cleaning a few! Look up there, a closed circuit camera and you can bet someone is watching your every move! You don't think we'd let a known pantie sniffer like you loose in a place like this, do you? I tell you what, if you do a good enough job I'll give you an even better treat than fondling all the staff's used panties, so get to work, Peter!" I was in fetishtic heaven, as I fondled those soiled and fragrant panties, but I took Megan's warning to heart and spent only a few moments enjoying each of those silky draws. I filled a large stainless steel sink with warm soapy water and began to wash those panties, using a fragrant bar of soap, making sure to pay particular attention to the gusset of each item of lingerie. I'm not sure how much time passed as I obeyed my dominant ladies order, but when she returned some time later I was well on the way to completing my task. She wasn't alone, when she returned, she had been joined by my ever spiteful Auntie and they both spent the next few minutes examining my laundry efforts. Declaring my work satisfactory, they linked each of my arms in there's and led me out of the Laundry, through an unmarked door. Inside was a common room, not unlike the one that I'd shared with my 3 school friends last semester, with sofa's and a large screen TV. Pulling me down to sit between them, my Aunt began to explain the sleeping arraignments. "Megan's completed all her exam's and is just waiting for her place to come through at University, so while she's got some time on her hands, she's joined the staff her at St. Tabitha's! Unfortunately, there's only one room left for her to use in the staff's living area and we'd set that aside as your nursery for the upcoming semester, so you'll be sharing with her, Peter! I'm just off to bed, I've had a long day and need to get some sleep, so I'll let her show you the room." My Aunt, the school nurse, headed through 1 door as Megan and I, headed through the other. Inside it looked like a teenage girl had been forced to share with her baby Sister, in a large families overcrowded house. One side of the room was crowded with my high sided pink cot, wardrobes overflowing with silky, frilly baby outfits and shelf after shelf covered with all the supplies needed to keep a baby's bottom clean and dry. The other side had a large bed and 5 large chests were stacked in a pile, with a big poster of Jessica Ennis, the British Heptathlete, dressed in a figure hugging one-piece black swimsuit. Megan pointed at the poster and asked if I thought she was sexy. I gazed up at the poster and in a clear voice said that I did. Megan came up behind me and began to rub my diaper covered bottom, before reaching round and rubbing my crotch through my plastic panties, making me shiver in ecstasy. She blew in my ear and began to nibble on my befrilled neck, alternating between licks and bites; I was putty in her experienced hands. "I'd love to get into her panties, Peter I'd rub her tight wet pussy with my hands just like I'm doing to your plastic panties, sissy and then I'd nibble on her neck! I'm a big Lesbo you see, Peter, I like to be the only one in the relationship with a cock and I'd sure like to bend that gorgeous woman over and pound her tight wet pussy with my big strap on! Don't worry though, I won't forget to look after you Peter, after I've bought Jessica off to an earth shattering orgasm, I'll pull down your diaper and pound you just like her! You'd like that wouldn't you Peter, me fucking you with my cock, making you squeal and squirm as I filled your well deserving hole but you'll have to do something for me in return, sissy! Just 1 thing and I'll fuck your pretty bum! I saw what your Kindergarten teachers were doing earlier, but I promise you that I'd give you a much more satisfying fuck, Peter!" She turned me round to face her and kissed me deeply, while her hand reached inside my plastic panties and diaper, to squeeze my come filled balls. She fondled each ball in turn before she tickled them, I was a quivering wreck after my day's activities and her using of my sexuality to get what she wanted was the final straw. I begged her to use me as she saw fit and I swear I saw her smile like some kind of predator. She pushed me to the ground and telling me to follow her; she walked over to her bed, pulled down her black silk panties, kicked them across the room and got onto all fours on the bed. I thought for one moment that she would have me lick her pussy, but my hopes of that outcome were for nought. "Come on Peter get up onto my bed and lick my bum! I want your tongue deep inside my bottom; licking every inch and making me feel all squiffy! No pussy for you, not ever, Peter, all your good for is taking it up your bum and licking other peoples holes! I bet I know who you'd love to do this to Peter, I bet you'd love to lick Olga's cute little ass, with your cock locked inside chastity and dressed as a sissy baby girl! She told me that you're in love with her, but she thinks you're a pathetic loser! She's been spending her spare time in singles bars, picking up random guys and fucking them silly! You'd give anything for the chance to spurt inside the hot pussy of the woman you love, but she'd rather fuck anyone other than you!" I knew everything that Megan was saying was true, but I still held out the remotest of hope that someday, Olga would take pity on me and give me the greatest gift she could. A pity fuck, but now I knew that I stood no chance. Megan was shuddering as my tongue worked its way deep inside of her and she quickly gasped in orgasm, as I licked deeper and deeper. She pushed me from my bed before changing me out of my prissy dress and soaking wet diapers; she cleaned and powdered my bottom. I was diapered and put into a pair of shocking pink befrilled plastic panties, a silky pink baby doll and a frilly pink silk bonnet. With a tender stroke of my face, Megan told me that maybe I had 1 useful skill, as an ass licker and that she'd be sure to spread my talent around. Blushing at the compliment, I thanked her and offered my tongue to her on any evening. I was helped in to my cot and given a bottle of warm milk before having a penis shaped pacifier, pushed past my lips and tied with ribbons around my neck. Megan reached down into the cot and tickled my milk filled belly, before telling me to sleep well. The lights went out and I heard my ever dominant lady, undressing and getting into bed before I heard a curious buzzing sound. I realised that Megan was fucking herself with a vibrator and I would have to listen to every buzz and moan as she bought herself to a loud orgasm. Chapter 6. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of kinky and very humiliating adventures. My days always started the same way with my Auntie giving me a very large enema, but unlike my previous semester's procedure's and daily home visits, Olga was nowhere to be seen. In fact I hadn't seen her at school once since my return and had hardly seen Miley or Kyra more than a couple of times, flitting from 1 place or another. Since I'd moved into my quarter's in the faculty block and spent my day's in Kindergarten I craved the companionship of more than the 4 women I saw on a daily basis, so when one of the newest members of our school had been sent to join my Aunt and me at my morning enema I was delighted. Her name was Gillian and I could only describe her as elf like, very much like the female elves in the Lord of the Rings movies. She was anything but soft and gentle though, she took great pleasure in making me beg for my dildo probe in my bum in the most extravagant ways and if I failed to meet her expectations, she would use a very short, but strong cane on the globes of my bottom. Each morning became an exercise in imagination, as I was forced to find new and inventive ways to beg for that cock. My Aunt looked on with glee as this younger and very much smaller girl, than me, turned me into a nervous jelly every morning. Megan picked my outfit's for the day, but Gillian frequently told me that if she didn't think that I looked girly enough she would whip my swollen balls with a small leather thonged cat 'o' nine tails. "Peter you look much prettier than yesterday, being dressed in a pink fairy costume brings out the true you, not like that horrible lemon silk baby playsuit you wore yesterday! Those gossamer wings and your fairy wand are great accessories, but the best thing are these sheer white tights, with pink butterflies on, your legs are incredible and anytime you show them off it makes me very jealous! I'm sure everyone in the assembly will be checking out your fairy costume and not your potty filling! Don't cry, Peter, you'll look a fright for your public potty show and you know who'll get the blame, don't you? Pansies like you are the reason why I get out of bed in the morning, Peter!" After my daily humiliation, I'd spend my days in the Kindergarten, with Kate and Pippa Mezzo teaching me all about the birds and the bee's, each of my sessions included a replay of a famous scene from a popular porn movie. We'd sit and watch each DVD, taking copious notes and then acting them out for the evening's entertainment, in the staff room. I played the female role of course and my teachers would take turns in play the male role, unless there was a 2 on 1 scene and then they both joined in. Last Tuesday, was something out of the ordinary, as after lunch time, I wasn't put down for my usual nap, but I was changed into a delightful baby blue glass silk dress, with large poufy shoulders, edged with yards of frilly white lace and a large pink satin bow around the neck. A 7 tiered white net petticoat lifted the short hem of the dress to above my waist height. On display were a pair of pale blue glass silk panties, edged with white lace and covered in delicate pink lace roses. They covered what could only be described as a massive pair of diapers, with very crinkly clear plastic panties underneath. Sheer white, seamed nylon stockings covered my legs, held up by a garter belt made from the same materials as my silky panties. My feet were clad with a pair of 4' white stiletto heels, made cheap see-through plastic; they looked like something a young girl who had little money would wear, if she bought from a discount shoe store. My hair was brushed out until it shone and was tied with a large pink satin bow. I was strapped into my pink leather baby reins and I stumbled along, in front of my 2 Kindergarten teachers. "Well, Peter, we're heading out for a visit to a local beautiful baby contest and we've entered you in the 6 months and over category! Now don't worry I'm sure you'll be the hit of the show, after all you're quite the prettiest sissy baby girl either of us has ever seen and the judges are sure to agree! Now stop dawdling and get a move on or I'll very willing to tan that pretty bottom of yours, in front of everyone at the contest! If you're really lucky maybe you'll win first prize, a year's supply of baby oil and powder! The amount you go through in a day is mind blowing!" I was quickly strapped into an over-sized baby seat and whisked off into the country in the back of Kate Mezzo's Range Rover. In no time at all we were pulling into the car park of a small village hall, it seemed to be quiet busy, with a dozen cars parked outside and several young women, with push chairs out front. A large banner over the entrance proclaimed a "Beautiful Baby Contest Today!" I shivered at the thought that I'd soon be entering the contest. Both of my ladies had now gotten out of the car and were proceeding to unload my push-chair. I cringed as I realised that once again, I was to be exposed to ridicule and that I had no hope of stopping it. Pippa opened the back door, unstrapped my car seat and helped me out of the car before sitting me in my push-chair. I was once again strapped into that infernal contraption and had no control over my movements. Kate was carrying my large pink hippo changing bag on her shoulder, stuffed with all the necessary supplies to keep me dry and clean. Pippa leaned in close and warned me to be on my very best behaviour or else. We approached the ladies and baby's out front, to gasps of surprise. The first Mother was tall and willowy, with streaked blonde hair and large blue eyes. Her full pouting lips barely managed to get out the question of what I was. Pippa explained that I was a contestant in today's beautiful baby show and my name was Peter. She reacted with shock when I was revealed to be a boy underneath my clearly girly dress and Pippa went into fuller detail. "Peter is a very special baby girl, he's a sissy baby girl who loves the feel of satin and lace next to his skin instead of boring old boy's clothes! I take it you've all heard of men who have to dress in women's clothing, well, Peter here takes it 1 step further, he needs to dress as a little 1 year old girl, even down to the wearing and wetting of diapers! My sister and I are his teachers, as well as taking care of certain other biological needs he has." The second young Mother expressed concern that I was nothing more than some kind of dirty sex pervert, but Pippa once again explained to the gorgeous Latin girl, all about the controls on my libido. They were all shocked as she told them that I wore a chastity belt to prevent any kind of adult sexual adventures and promised them that I was still a virgin. Red faced and barely able to contain my humiliation, I was looked at with pity by these Mother's. The third Mother, a very tall svelte blonde woman, who spoke with an American accent, asked if I was allowed any kind of release. Kate whispered in my ear, that I should explain my milking schedule, to these ladies. For once I was without a pacifier and I now knew why as I haltingly and shamefully, explained all of my Mother's rules. At the end of my explanation, the 3 ladies giggled at my plight and I knew once again that I would get no hope of less than a complete afternoon's humiliation. As I realised this, I felt my bladder empty and I filled my diapers with warm pee. "If I'm not very much mistaken, Peter's just wet his diapers, so I better get him inside and changed ready for the judging! Do you ladies want to join us, as I'm sure Peter would love it if you observed, wouldn't you, Peter? See girls the matters settled, lets head in and get him sorted!" I was wheeled inside at the head of a long column of beautiful women. In the reception area was a young bleach blonde haired woman; she took one look at my appearance and burst into gales of laughter. Very quickly the other ladies were joining in and I was made to feel small and helpless by their actions. I was wheeled to the table and the young lady asked the Mezzo Sisters who I was. They gave a brief rundown of my station and explained that the Headmistress of the school that they worked at and I attended, St. Tabitha's, had phoned the organiser of the contest and okayed my participation. Explaining that I'd been entered in the 6 months and over category, she gave my name and the receptionist checked off my name. Her name tag read Emilia and she asked if she could be of any assistance. Kate bent down and whispered something in my ear. Blushing bright red, I told that I'd wet my diaper and I needed to be changed. With a casual check under my petticoat and inside my plastic panties, Emilia confirmed my disgrace with a smirk. She pointed to a toilet sign and we headed in to a ladies room. Inside there was a raised changing platform at waist height and I was wheeled alongside. As Pippa unstrapped me, Kate laid out my pink plastic hippo changing matt and a set of fresh diapers. Next were a pair of clear plastic panties, baby wipes, baby oil and baby powder. I was helped up onto the changing table by Emilia and she asked my tormentor's if she could change my bottom. Pippa knew I was already totally humiliated so when she told her to go ahead, I sobbed in shame. Kate passed Emilia a bright pink pacifier and I was quickly silenced. "That's it Peter, suck on your diddum's like a big boy! I can't believe what a complete and utter fairy you are and fancy wetting yourself, just like a real baby girl! Let's have your bottom raised and those lovely blue silk panties off, so we can see what needs to be done. Oh my, you really have filled your diaper haven't you? Plastic panties and now the diapers, girly! Oh, Peter what's that, your cock I don't think so, it's far too small for a cock and what's that in your bum? A butt plug, eh, like it up your bum do you, Peter, like a dirty perv! I bet you've had the real thing up there haven't you, a real man's cock in your naughty sissy bottom, showing you what for!" I was beyond humiliation as Kate told the assembled ladies all about my encounter with my now Daddy and the consequences. I shivered as Emilia cleaned my bottom, oiled, powdered and put me in clean pink cloth diapers. Pinned in by hippo headed pins and covered by clear plastic panties, I was once again put into my pale blue silk panties. 2 minutes later I was strapped back into my pus-chair and being wheeled into the hall. Inside were over a dozen young ladies, with their baby's in push-chairs and stroller's, browsing several stalls with all the clothing, supplies and decorations any baby could need. At the far end of the hall was a raised platform, with 3 women in their early 30's seated behind a large desk. I quickly realised that, apart from a few baby's that were male, every person present was female. I suppose that it would be the case as it was early afternoon and most of the men would be work, while the young Mother's, some of them with very young baby's would still be on maternity leave. A low buzz of conversation quickly disappeared, as every adult eye in the room turned to take in my entrance. I was mortified as I was made to feel like an object by those gazes and not a very welcome sight either. There were several loud exclamations of disgust and a few ladies quickly exited the room before a stunning blonde haired woman stood up on the platform and made my introduction. "I see our final contestant has arrived for the 6 months and over prize, you must be Peter, dear! If I could ask your teacher's to bring you up onto the stage we can begin the test's. That's it girls gather round and see if your first thought is correct, if you think that, Peter here is a big sissy in a silky girls dress you'd be absolutely right, but I bet you don't realise that he's in diapers as well! In fact Peter here is a chronic diaper wetter and Momma's boy, preferring to suck his thumb and drink milk from a baby's bottle rather than go to the pub and chat up women! The only time any woman even notices him is when she's changing his sopping diaper!" I was unstrapped and led up on stage, on full display for all the assembled ladies. I was bought to the front of the stage and Miss Houghton; the head judge explained the rules. The first test was one of beauty, so I was paraded for the judges up and down the stage, as they took notes and gave me arched looks. Suddenly there was a wolf-whistle from the crowd and when I looked down I realised that it was Emilia. There were shouts from many of the ladies now, ranging from a call for me to lift up my skirt and show every one my pretty panties to one for me to show more leg. The second judge, a lovely brunette with girl next door complexion, announced that the second test was one of obedience. Handing a large bottle of milk to Kate and pointing to a large chair, I was to be fed by her hand. She sat down and beckoned me over, I hesitated for a split second as I heard 1 of the girls call out that I better drink up every drop. I was pulled down on to Kate's lap, my petticoat rising up and displaying my diapered behind. My pacifier was removed and I began to drink that warm milk. I felt Kate's free hand reach into my diaper and fondle my chastity covered cock. She whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fuck your bum after the contest, Peter, I'm going to strap on my biggest cock, drag you into the ladies room, pull down your diapers and fuck your pretty bottom! Don't worry though; I'll make sure that all these ladies who're looking at you right now are watching then! Look at her Peter, at the front, with that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth look; I bet she'd love to see you take my cock! Maybe if you ask her nicely, she'll hold your hand and let you touch her legs, look at her nylon covered legs Peter, imagine rubbing every inch of them as I slam my cock in your hole!" I was sucking on the rubber teat like a sissy possessed, as she promised to invite all of the ladies present to my morning potty training. Wide eyed and shivering, I finished that milk, but I was made to stay on Kate's lap, as the third judge announced that the next test was on of intelligence. Explaining that a baby should learn from its mistakes, she asked Kate if I'd been obedient during the last test, she shook her head no. The blonde haired third judge said I needed to be taught a lesson and that she had just the tool. She bought up an arm length wooden paddle, with air holes drilled into the head and told her to give me 12 strokes to teach me. In just over a minute, I was bent over Kate's lap, my bare bottom on display and ready to be paddled. The head judge removed my pacifier and told me to feel free to cry out, after all the ladies present had heard it all before. I looked out at the crowd and they were clearly enjoying my predicament. Kate told me to count off each stroke and thank her for the smack or the stroke wouldn't be counted and she'd add it again. I nodded my head in understanding and was unprepared for the first stroke when it came. The second followed quickly and I was able to get the count and thanks out for that and all the following strokes. I took 13 hard whacks of that paddle, by the end of my beating I was crying like a real baby, my bottom was throbbing as the head judge announced a brief break in the contest. Miss Emilia came up on stage and asked if she could show me to the Mothers. Pippa told her to go ahead, but that she should put me back into my diapers and plastic panties in case I had and accident. Suitably attired I was led out into the crowd. "Wow Peter, you took that beating very well, so I bet that means that you need frequent correction? I bet diaper wetting sissy baby girls like you need to be taught the error of the ways often, eh? Cat got your tongue or is your throat sore from all that bawling you've just done, how about a nice bottle of milk to sooth your throat Peter?" Miss Emilia picked a bottle of warm milk from a selection on a table and passed it to me. For once I wasn't shy about needing that juvenile drink as she was right about my throat. She led me over to a small group of women, including the young woman with the stunning legs, who she introduced as Daniela. I was surrounded by the ladies, who took every opportunity to feel my dress and lingerie, especially Daniela, who twanged my garter tab. She smiled at me and asked me if I was really a boy under my clothes. I nodded my head, red faced and she giggled. Telling the group that her boyfriend enjoyed a little bit of cross- dressing, during their bedroom games, she thought he was far butcher than me even when he was dressed in her lingerie. She leaned in close and asked me in a whisper if I ever taken a dildo in my bum as her boyfriend kept begging her to strap 1 on and fuck his bottom. In a low whisper I admitted that I was wearing a butt plug at the moment and that the females in my life frequently fucked me with strap on's. I felt her hand reach inside my diaper and across my bottom till she felt my plug, I shivered at her touch and begged her not to shame me so. Her bark brown eyes bore into mine and told me shut up and drink all my milk down. Over the next 10 minutes I was paraded round the room and meet each of the ladies present, all the while drinking another 2 bottles of warm milk. Each group manhandled me and I felt wrung out when I was returned to the stage. The head judge announced the next test as the potty training test and took a step back as Pippa wheeled my clear plastic potty, in from the car park and lifted it up on stage. "As we all know the whole point of potty training is to wean our children off using there diapers and to use proper toilets, so the next test should measure Peter's progress very well! I understand Peter uses this particular potty every more, when he expels his morning enema, in full view of all the girls and staff at the school he attends! I bet you could do with having a tinkle Peter, especially after all those bottles of milk, so hop on and show us all what a big boy you really are under that dress!" I was once again stripped of my diaper and plastic panties and strapped on to my clear plastic potty so everyone could see my struggle. I was actually quite desperate by now, but I was loath to humiliate myself further, so when the head judge offered me the chance to be put back into my diapers I leapt at the chance. This time she was the one who, oiled, powdered and pinned me back into my diapers, before my clear plastic panties and my pale blue silk panties. I was booed for my cowardice, but when they announced that the final tally was in and that I needed to win the final round to win the competition, I waited with baited breath. Asking the audience, who the cutest baby was, she told them to raise their hands if they thought I was. In a moment of shock I saw every woman raise her hand to vote for me, but I should have realised that there was a catch. As no other baby had competed in my group I was announced as the winner and was presented with a bright pink sash, with words "I am a cute baby!" on it. As the ladies clapped in applause I opened the flood gates and wet myself. Kate made good on her promise to fuck me and after the gathering broke up I was dragged into the toilet, bottom cleaned and dried before being bent over and fucked. Every Friday, Miss Killan, gave a demonstration class on the art of prolonged discipline. I'd be tied hands and feet to the gymnasium's climbing bar's, usually naked, but for a silk and lace baby bonnet. She'd use crop's, paddle's, whip's, cane's and even her bare hands, on my bruised and naked flesh, taking every opportunity to point out tips and skills to the rapt school girls, sitting crossed legged around us. As I was beaten, I spied more than one girl's hands under her pleated skirt and inside her panties, as she masturbated to my pain. At the end of the session, I'd be carried, sobbing and crying in to my Aunt's medical room. My step-Sister, Kara and my Aunt would spend the rest of the evening and late into the night giving me, enema after enema, till I was unable to stand from the session and I would have to be lifted on to my potty over and over again, to empty my liquid filled bowels. "You're not trying very hard tonight, are you Peter? I bet I could find a hundred other sissies' out there that would be much more grateful this kind of attention! Maybe if I let you know that your Mother is coming tomorrow, to take you and a select group of girls on a field trip to her bridal store! She told me that you'd be receiving some very special news and that you'd better be on your best behaviour or she'll have to punish you most severely! Megan's even picked out a very cute outfit for you and we all know how much you love dressing for Mother!" I was almost unconscious when I was delivered back to my room at 2 in the morning and when I crawled into my shared room, naked and bruised, I found Megan waiting for me. She dressed me in very large and soft white cloth diapers, pinned with ducky pins and a pair of baby blue opaque plastic panties. On the front of the panties was the phrase "cocksucker" and Megan told me that she'd picked them out specially, a baby blue silk and lace bonnet and some matching booties for my feet. I'd quickly drunk a bottle of warm milk, while I was dressed and a second was soon pushed in to my silk mittened hands. Feeling very sleepy, I was soon fast asleep dreaming of my Mother's outing. I was left to sleep in to an unheard of 7:30 the next morning before I was woken by Megan and sent to bathe, before she dressed me. Starting with a short, but very wide butt plug, she pushed it deep in to my bottom with the help of lots of baby oil. A dusting of baby powder was followed by double the amount of my usual pink cloth diapers. Megan used a pair of pins with a blue ribbon design, before pulling a pair of coral pink plastic panties up my legs and past the massive diaper bulge. A pair of white silk and lace Rhumba panties, with 6 rows of ruffles on the bottom follow before Megan sits me up. "Your Mother specified that you needed to be double diapered today, Peter and I wouldn't want to disappoint her! I've wanted to check out your Mother's bridal Lingerie collection for some time and I bet you know every single piece don't you, Peter? You've worn every item of lingerie that your Mother's designed haven't you? I bet all the girls who work in the store know you very well don't they? Come here Peter, I've got something to show you!" Taking me by my hand she bought me to 1 of her trunks and when she opened it was full of her lingerie. I looked at with a half serious expression before I asked her if I could touch it, she nodded and reached down with a hand and touched a pair of her black silk knickers. She asked me if I would like to kiss them and with a barely heard whisper I said yes. "Only a real sissy would want to kiss a pair of knickers owned by another woman and I'm not sure if your enough of a sissy! You're Peter, well why don't you prove it then! March next door, knock on your Aunties door and in a clear loud voice ask her if you can kiss her bum! If you do that I'll let you play with my lingerie to your heart's content, touching, smelling and yeas even kissing! Aren't you a lucky sissy Peter!" 2 minutes later, I was kneeling behind my Auntie and I had my lips all over her pantie covered bottom. She told me that I disgusted her and that I should expect to be punished at a later date for my presumption. I didn't care, because I was playing with Megan's lingerie soon after, but she reminded me that she needed to get me ready for today's outing. I sat on the edge of her bed as she continued my dressing. Megan rolled a pair of pink silk seamed stockings up my legs and used a pair of frilly bridal garters to hold them up. Pink 3' stiletto mules, with fluffy white front, are pulled onto my feet before I'm helped to stand up, so that my dress can be put on. The bodice of the dress is made of white shiny satin, but the rest of the dress is covered with simply hundreds of big ruffled glass silk frills. I can barely move my arms, so Megan forces it down my body, it seemed as though the hem is far too short, especially with the frilly pink, lacy petticoat forcing it up and out. I'm used to having my diapered bottom on display, but with this dress there would be absolutely nowhere to hide. A large frilly white silk and lace bib is tied around my neck and waist, with the phrase "I'm Really a Boy!" on the front. White lace fingerless gloves and a white penis tipped pacifier is pushed into my mouth and tied with a big bow around the back of my head. Megan straps me into my push-chair and wheels me off for my daily enema. Waiting in Aunties medical room are both my step-Sisters, Nanny, Auntie, Kate, Pippa, Naomi, Nicole and my Mother. They all squeal in glee as they take in my outfit, but it's soon down to business and with so many hands, I'm soon prepped and ready for my warm soapy douche. My bum is greased up and when I look back I see it's my Mother fingering my bum. I'm unable to speak because of my pacifier, but I know that she sees in my eyes how much I'm enjoying her touch. Taking the already greased dildo from my Auntie, she begins to push it deep inside of my bottom, forcing inch after inch into my willing hole. "That's it Peter, show us all what a big boy you really are and take every inch of this cock! I'll just push it in and out a few times to make sure it's all the way in! So you do this every morning then Peter, taking cock deep in your bum, in front of disinterested and cruel ladies, like your Auntie here! When you can't take any more of that cock deep inside of you she turns on this valve and some lovely soapy water enters your bowels, cleaning and perfuming you from the inside! Here you are son, just a bit more to go and we'll have to plug you, dress you and strap you into your push-chair for the journey to your waiting potty!" 5 minutes later I was being wheeled into the morning assembly, by my grinning Mother and up onto the platform, with my clear plastic potty on full view. I'd never come to terms with this humiliating aspect of my daily routine and this time was even more shameful as my Mother held my hand, as I sobbed and voided my bowels for all the ladies to see and laugh at. Mother rubbed my tummy, till every drop went in to that potty. I was unstrapped and cleaned before being re-diapered, pantied and tidied up. It took about 20 minutes to leave the school and get into a mini bus that Nicole had hired. I was strapped in a baby seat in the rear, between Hannah and Kara and they spent the whole trip with their hands inside my diapers, teasing my throbbing balls and whispering that they hated me and that I deserved everything coming to me. We arrived at the multi-storey car park, across the street from Mother's bridal shop and Nicole parked us right next to the main ticket machine. I was helped out of the mini bus and strapped, once again, into my push- chair. Several other motorists were paying for their parking and they broke out in to gales of laughter, as they took in my appearance and read the phrase on my bib. Red faced and humiliated, Naomi pushed me out of the dark car park and into the bright sunshine of the high street on a busy Saturday morning. With the sound of laughter and the muttering of pervert ringing in my ears, I'm pushed across the busy road and into the cool, quiet shop. I've been here many times before, but I always seem to forget how completely feminine this shop is. Mother has her sales girls keep records of how many men come through the doors each week and she's told me the most there's ever been is 3. Over the length of the 10 years the shop has been open less than a thousand men have been inside and I know for a fact that I've been here twice that many times, but Mother is always keen to remind me that I'm not really male, that I'm actually a sissy. Miss Hannigan, the shops Manager came from behind the counter and hugged my Mother, warmly, before being introduced to all the ladies she didn't know. Now it was my turn for the cute, red haired 30 something woman to pay attention to me. Giggling at my frilly dress and remarking that she knew I was a boy under my dress, she ran her hands all over my silk and satin outfit before taking my face in her hands and pinching my checks like a child. "Peter's such a cute baby girl, Louise! We've always known that your son was a bit effeminate, that's why you dressed him in your lovely Bridal lingerie, but he's such a natural as a sissy baby girl! Just look at his massive diapers, I wonder if he's wet inside of them, do you think he's peed his diapers? Well have you Peter, have you messed yourself like a real baby? I'll just check, oh my god he's soaked, I better take you out back and change you darling!" I was pushed through the shop, by a woman who had raised me almost as much as my Mother had and knew all my kinky secrets. She opened the door behind the counter and I was bought into the only place that I'd spent more time in than my room at home. Most of the space was taken up by boxes of lingerie and dresses on rails, but in an open space in the middle of the room stood the other 2 ladies who worked for my Mother. Teri, the dark haired willowy woman, was the shops dress maker and it was she who had made most of my early sissy girl outfits, before I'd discovered my affinity for diapers. The other lady, Alicia, blonde haired and bubbly made most of the sales in the shop. Seeing us enter the room they darted over to us and took in my new dress. Teri sneered at me that I looked preposterous and that she hoped I was enjoying my latest shameful hobby. Alicia patted me on the cheek and told me it was a big improvement on the last time she'd seen me. Miss Hannigan told her friends that I'd wet my diaper and that she'd bought me back here, so that they could watch her change me. "Let's get you set up Peter, what has your Mother packed in your lovely silky diaper bag, precious! Here's your Minnie Mouse changing matt, I'll just spread it on the floor so we can change your wee soaked bum! It's been a few years since I last did this for you Peter, lift up your bottom and I'll pull off your diapers, oh my you haven't grown much down there since the last time I saw your winky! No wonder, Louise locked away your tiny cock, as you've got no chance of pleasing a woman with tiny piece of meat! Look, you've got a nice big plug filling your bum though, I bet that f