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Introduction to Story: It was after seeing some sissy artwork on Princess Productions site a couple of years ago, namely in "BJ's Frilly Boys" where boys were dressed wearing the most outrageous of sissy clothes, along with reading a couple of the articles from "The Demale Society" where the boys were mainly taught to enjoy their feminine side and kept in pretty girly clothes and refused to let them do anything boyish. I knew this is me, one sissy boy who loves wearing beautiful clothes, wanting to be dressed up looking a pretty sissy as much as possible. Oh how I wished there was such a place where boys like me would be kept as sissies all the time. So hence this story which I do hope you will like, as it is the only way I can find to express my true sissy feeling 'via a story'. I know my couple of friends wouldn't understand or would think I weird if they knew the real me. By the way the doll in the story is very real, as are a few things I say in this first chapter. Yes I'm male who loves his doll to confide in, oh if she could talk. Matthew. Now on with the story. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Waking up to A New Life. |||||||||||||||||||||| I lived with my father on the outskirts of Seattle. We didn't get on very well, as he thought I took after my mother, mainly because of my looks and mannerisms I guess. Who incidentally left father three years ago for a much younger man, like 26 I believe. I suppose the new "toyboy" didn't want me getting in their way. So I was left with dad who drunk a lot and that could have been part of the problem. If dad wasn't working he'd be at the bar till late, so I never really had a father to talk too at the time a growing boy should. I finished up leaving high school once I reached 16. Then worked around wherever I could get good money, as my plans were to earn enough to get me down to LA or Las Vegas. With the hope of getting a decent job down there, doing what, I don't know. Guess I should introduce myself before going much further. My name is Toby Harper, I've just turned 17 and I'm of slim build and stand nearly 1.63m and push the scales to 116lb. I have fairish curly hair which sort of covers my ears, I keep it lightly gelled. I've often thought about having it cut and styled like I've seen male models have their hair, I think they look so sexy, but then I quite like mine the way it is, so that's how it has stayed. I'm just average looking I think with hazel eyes, only some reckon I am a bit girlish. Properly because of my fair complexion, size and soft voice, I use my hands a lot when talking, I don't know but let them think that doesn't really bother me, I'm also Bi sexual if that matters but do prefer boys. I really only had one good friend, who also finished up not being a friend, after I told him I wanted to kiss him and suck him off. Well we were talking about sex, pulling our woods, what it tasted like and so on like boys do, I thought. After calling me a fucken queer faggot, he just spat right in my face, telling me to kiss and suck on that, then took off. Never to be friends again, guess I said the wrong thing again. Most of the kids in high school would call me sissy-boy and took delight in using me as a punch bag. A few times in my last year I'd even been forced into the bathroom where my pants were pulled down to see if I wore girl's panties. I got really scared especially seen as the teachers wouldn't do anything about it. God was I pleased to turn 16 and get out of there. So that is me all summed up, 17 years of age, unloved and completely friendless, yes a loner who would really love to be loved. It was a couple of days after my 17th, again lonely birthday I decided it's time to make my move South. I told dad I was leaving to try and better myself as I didn't want to stay and finish up like him. God no, that's one reason I don't drink or smoke anything; I lived with it long enough. He didn't care or even ask where I'm headed. So with my few possession, birth certificate, ID card a few photos in my wheelie-case I said goodbye to my father, who didn't even wish me a safe trip or shake my hand. It was all so cold, it really F.... n hurt!!! I thought about writing to mother to say I'm moving on. Not even sure where this town is that she's living in, apart from being somewhere in California. But hey would she care, she hasn't so far, well she does send me Christmas and birthday cards with some money in from her and blossom [her toyboy I guess] which is more than I get from dad who I'm living with. She's got her young lover to play with, so that idea went out with all the other garbage, when I settle somewhere I might write to her then. I had booked a flight to Vegas to start with, thought I'd like to look around there before settling down too finding a job and hopefully a friend or two. That last part would be great, I really hate being lonely. Who knows I could win big bucks at the casino, wouldn't that be fantastic. On my arrival in Las Vegas I booked into a backpacker's hostel for a few nights. After cleaning myself up I went to have something to eat before looking around, and Oh! What a shock it was for me, so different from the small town I have just come from. After an early night, yes it was as I'm not used to late nights back home, plus having a reasonably comfortable bed to sleep on for a change. Next morning, being up early I went out for a walk around 9am, the place seemed like it never closed, people everywhere like they've got nowhere else to go. Guess they are all out getting over their late night at the casinos or clubs. Walking around it gave me time to do some window shopping; thankfully some of these shops were still shut. Oh how I would love some of those clothes I saw in the windows, just wait till I get some money coming in. Walking on looking at the adverts for jobs available in one employment agency, this one seemed to stand out, it was for a live in houseboy must be under twenty non-drinker and non-smoker. Yes that seemed to appeal to me, must come back when they open at 10:30am so went back to change into a more respectable shirt and trousers. It was about 10:45 when I nervously wandered in to enquire about the above job. After filling in a form, answering a couple of pages of questions, some rather personal also but what the heck. Then many more questions verbally, which I think were being taped as I got told to speak up a few times. The woman seemed happy enough so had me pose sweetly then took a few photos, saying she had to send them to the client; I should call back later this afternoon when she should have a reply. Before leaving I asked if there had been many applicants for this same position. Yes there had been quite a few but so far no one suited I was told with a sweet smile. Oh well at least I'm not in any rush at this stage. It was almost 4:30 I decided I best go find out how I got on, in case this place closed early also. No it doesn't, as I noticed the opening hours on the door saying 10:30am till 6:30pm. I should have seen that this morning, never mind I'm here now, walking in the woman just smiled at me. "Hi, I've come to see if you've heard anything back about the house-boy position yet?" "Sit down a minute till I find the file," as she typed on her computer keyboard. "Oh yes here it is." Silence prevailed while she read whatever was written there, occasionally glancing my way. "You are one very lucky young man," she said with a beaming smile. "Yes, it seems you are just what the Lady is looking for, isn't that wonderful. Do you have any questions before I go on?" I got asked. That question came as a bit of a shock, all I could think to say was, "Well would you know what I will be getting paid for a start, what sort of hours would I be meant to work? I know you possible don't know that, but I can't think of anything else to ask at the moment." As it all seemed too much for me, knowing how easy this was compared to how I had to grovel for jobs back home. "All those questions will be answered when you meet your impending employer. She's a very nice Lady, I'm sure you'll love working for her." with that a charming smile came my way. "Do you have much in the way of luggage? Because if you're still interested she would like you to go on Saturday, then if it's what you what, you'll move in straight away, how does that sound? You are one very luck boy you know, she has turned down over 20 applicants." "This has made my day; I'm feeling so happy I only have one case with all I possess in it. Will I have to buy any new clothes, like shirts or trousers? I've seen some really beautiful clothes in some shops, while looking around here." I said. "No all your clothes will be provided and I'm sure you'll love wearing them, so don't buy anything. I want you here by 9am sharp on Saturday morning, all ready to go. Is that understood? And don't forget your birth certificate will you." she said with a smile. Anyone would think it was her that's just been given wonderful news. "I've got my birth certificate and other personal papers safely in my bag. Will see you here 9am Saturday morning. Just wished I had friends to tell the great news too." as I thanked her again before leaving, then off to have a meal. Saturday morning arrived; I was up early showered, dressed in my best clothes to give a good impression, all ready to go by 8:30am. After a nice leisurely walk I arrived at the employment agency in plenty of time. Just hanging around there by myself I began to get that uneasy feeling in my stomach. Everything seemed to happen so easy, so fast, I don't even know who I'm going to be working for, where it is or anything. I was almost ready to turn away when Christine [oh, I forgot to tell you her name earlier, she owns the employment agency] pulled up in her car. Must say she looked really stunning this morning. Her face made up perfectly, her dark shiny shoulder length hair I would say lightly gelled was brushed out to hang freely. She wore an open neck cream silk blouse with long puffy sleeves, a gold chunky necklace hanging from under the blouse collar. A teasing outline of lace from her petticoat and bra were visible through the silk blouse. To finish off she wore a tight, almost seductive black above the knee length light woollen skirt. The aroma of her perfume I would say went well with Las Vegas, if you know what I mean. I guess she wants to show a good impression when she delivers the new little house-boy. "Good morning Toby, how are you this morning, all excited I bet?" "Good morning Christine, yes I am a little excited." I said not wanting to say how nervous I am really feeling right now. After opening the office we went inside. "Just take a seat for a minute, have to print off a couple of papers." While the computer was firing up she went out the back, returning to offer me a glass of orange juice. Which was more than a little bitter to say the least, had it been squeezed lemon, I would have expected it. It was to bitter for me, so after a few sips I just left the glass sitting on the side table. Taking the sheets of paper from the printer she called me over "Now Toby, I just want you to write your name and sign the bottom of this page. It's just to prove you got the job from my agency, otherwise I won't get paid." she said displaying a beautiful smile. Without reading the little that was written, like a young innocent boy I went ahead putting my full name and signature at the bottom of the almost blank last page. After I'd signed I noticed she also signed it. "Let me take another couple of photos of you before we go, you look so handsome all dressed up." with a couple more photos taken the camera put to the side. "That is all done now, I think we can be on our way." as she put the papers in an envelop while turning off the computer. Looking around before leaving, she noticed I hadn't drunk much of my juice. "Finish your drink Toby then we can go." By the tone of her voice indicated I should drink up, that I did thinking it properly won't kill me. My case safely in the trunk, me buckled in the front seat beside Christine and we were off. Heading to where I still didn't know, this is as good a time to ask as any other I decided. "Where are we heading to Christine?" I asked with interest. "We'll be there in about 10 maybe 15 depends on the traffic." was her only response, but her sweet smile and gentle pat on my leg came with it. Oh well sit back and enjoy the ride in the meantime never been in a flash car like this before I thought to myself. I noticed I was also beginning to feel a lot more relaxed than I would normally be, even a little drowse must be the heat in the car as the windows were closed still. All this time there was no further conversation between us, only a CD of orchestral music playing softly the whole time. "Here we are," Christine announced, as I noticed we were turning into a small air field. "Where are we, where am I going?" I asked looking at her concerned wanting an answer. "You're going to California by private jet, as it'll be a lot quicker than road. You are lucky as the Lady knows this couple who have been in Vegas for the week and have offered to take you on the plane with them. Isn't that kind of them? I believe there's another boy going on it also; he's been here to visit an Aunt and Uncle for a couple of days I believe." I was told with a lovely smile to go with it. "In a private jet? Will you be coming also Christine?" "Yes a private jet, some people around these parts have a lot of money Toby. No I'll leave you with the couple as I have to get back to the office, but they'll take real good care of you," she said taking my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Taking my wheelie-case from the trunk, we then headed to the reception area, seems like this is a training and charter airfield by all the posters hanging around. In the mean time Christine went to talk to the woman at the reception desk. On her return she told me the plane is scheduled to depart in about 25 minutes and there will be 4 others on the flight, shortly after a man and woman arrived with their nephew, ready to see him off I guess. The couple seemed quite the talkative type, would love to know what they were saying as the poor boy was smiling listening intently, while looking a little embarrassed at the same time. I would say he's about the same age as me but a little taller, slim with shortish [well a little shorter than mine] neatly combed golden blonde hair, which suits his fair complexion and lovely blue eyes. He was stylishly dressed in a lovely white silk shirt, the top two buttons were undone to display handsomely a turquoise satin scarf sitting so prettily beneath, over which he wore a lightweight almost silk like light charcoal grey suit with a white satin handkerchief puffed out beautifully in the top pocket. He really looked so, so handsome. We noticed after a little chatting both aunty and uncle gave the boy a warm hug and an equally warm kiss on the lips then left. The poor kid now looked quite lost and lonely, so Christine went over to him introducing herself. After a we chat I noticed the boy looking my way a few times smiling, wish I knew what she was telling him, soon after Christine called me over saying we should keep him company. Which I was ever so pleased to do, apart from hopefully getting to know the boy, it would also take my mind away from the drowsiness I seemed to be suffering right now. On introducing ourselves I noticed how soft and gentle his hand felt he also gave a beautiful friendly smile, his name is Edward and he's just turned 16 a month ago we were informed, that is great we're about the same age, well one year different isn't much is it? As drowsy as I felt I'm sure I detected a little eye makeup on him, I noticed he also smelt of a lovely cologne and in each ear a pearl stud sat proudly. Something I wished I had only knowing the remarks my father would have make, hopefully when I get settled in wherever I'm going I'll get them pierced then. Talking with him for just awhile I got the impression it wasn't a real aunt and uncle he visited but great friends of his mother. Gosh, was just getting to find out about this little visit of Edwards when a man and two women arrived. Christine went to introduce herself to them; I noticed she also gave them the envelope from the office. Looking my way, I got given a little smile from all. After a little conversation Christine returned telling me, I should use the bathroom now as there isn't one on this plane. So I duly took off for a leak, but was a little surprised, or more to the point disappointed that Edward didn't bother coming, maybe he's just been. On my return I went and sat next to Edward again as Christine was back talking to the others. I could quite happily sit talking with Edward; even the aroma of his cologne was arousing me. Only I seemed to be getting drowsier by the minute. "Do you feel alright Toby?" Edward asked noticing my head dropping. "Yes I just seem a bit sleepy for some reason," I said, so much for trying to find out more about this Edward. "Take your bow tie off and undo your top button, it could be the heat in here," he said sounding a little concerned, as he removed the tie for me. "Toby, this is Mr and Mrs Jamison they are to chaperon you on the flight," Christine said, at the same time making me jump a bit, as my eyes were closing. I quickly stood to greet them, offering a smile and handshake at the same time. I noticed no first name was given, just Mr& Mrs. it was an uneasy feeling as they both just looked me over, at the same time the other woman went to talk to the receptionist. Next thing the pilot came out of the office and they both headed towards the plane. "I don't thing Toby is feeling very well," Edward told Christine, "He's just been nodding off beside me, so I took his bow tie off for him," he said sounding concerned. "That's alright, we're going on the plane now and he can have a lovely sleep in there. He'd be taking his tie off on the plane anyway. You're looking very nice also Edward," Mrs Jamison said. "You know Edward?" Christine said smiling from one to the other. "Yes I know Edward very well don't I dear?" Mrs Jamison said sounding quite pleased about it. Edward gave her a beautiful smile in return while saying, "Yes very well." "You know your mother will be meeting you at the airport?" Mr Jamison advised him. "Yes Uncle rang mother just before leaving and Miss Carol is picking me up Sir," Edward said with a sweet smile and blushing my way at the same time. Mr and Mrs Jamison just looked at each other smiling before looking my way, but said nothing. "Is that your entire luggage Toby?" Mr Jamison asked looking at my wheelie-case. "Yes I don't have much Sir," I said. "What about you Edward, do you only have this one overnight bag?" "Yes Sir, Aunty has lots for me to wear when I stay," he said sounding delighted about it. "OK come along now and we'll be on our way," Mr Jamison said, not sounding one bit friendly towards either of us. Christine gave me a big hug saying, "I know you're going to love your new job and home." I thanked her for the help saying, "I hope it all works out also," With that she broke off the embrace with a smiled, turned and walked out the door, not even looking back as I turned to watch her leaving. "Come along Toby we don't have all day," Mr Jamison barked at me. I quickly ran after them happy to walk beside Edward, hopefully I'll be sitting next to him also. Someone pleasant to talk with I thought. So much for wishful thinking, Edward had a window seat on the right side two seats back. Where I had to sit in the front facing towards the rear, with no window, the seat next to me remained vacate. Mind you the seats were placed differently to a normal plane and so much more comfortable with lots of leg room. Well I didn't have any seats in front of me, but the other seats also had a lot of leg room. I had no sooner buckled myself in this harness when Mrs Jamison came to check the belt, pulling it even tighter on me. "I won't be able to breath with it this tight," I told her. "Yes you can it's just till we take off," she said, then left me. I noticed no one checked Edwards's seat belt, to pull it tighter. Looking around the plane I noticed there is a toilet at the rear, maybe Christine didn't know that. Soon after Mrs Jamison returned offering me, No! More to the point, ordering me to drink this glass of orange juice while she stood over me, Oh no, it tasted just like the one Christine made me drink. I had no sooner finished it when she pushed a little red pill in my mouth followed by a small glass of water. After forcing me to drink and swallow this pill, I had to open my mouth while she felt around in there to make sure I had taken it down. Satisfied the pill had gone, she then took the seat next to me. Wish I could ask if Edward could sit beside me, instead of her. I was drowsy before getting in this plane, but now I seemed to be even more groggy and nervous, wanting to get out of here. I tried to ask what are they doing to me that I want to leave; only no words would part my lips. Looking around I could see Edward looking my way, offering a smile as he caught my eyes on him. Suddenly everything just became a blur, I could sort of make out images, but who or what I don't know. I felt the thrust of the plane as it began its run along the runway. My eyes became heaver as I fought to stay awake. It could only be Mr Jamison who took my wrists in his rough hands, tying each to the armrest. My whole body by now too weak to protest in anyway, a pair of earplugs went in my ears playing soft orchestral music much like Christine played in the car, but not for long a woman's soothing voice started talking faintly over the music to me, telling me, "You are not a boy you never were and never will be you are just a Sissy, yes that is right a real panty wearing effeminate Sissy. You want to wear only pretty girly clothes don't you like all Sissies long to wear. You are now going to live your real life as the effeminate Sissy you know deep down that you really are. Go on tell me what a feminine panty wearing Sissy you are. Go on say it?" I tried to say No!! I'm not; I'm just a normal boy I'm not a Sissy, only no words would come out. I tried to jerk these plugs from my ears, but couldn't. I seemed to stay in this confused state, not being able to make out the fussy images before me, not able to go into a full sleep. No matter what, I had to listen to this message being played over and over again in my ears. Telling me I'm just a feminine panty wearing Sissy, how I long to be wearing pretty silk and satin girls underwear with lots of lovely frills and lace. To be dressed always as a graceful and charming sissy, the way you really know deep down is how you long to be dressed and treated. How you yearn to smell of sweet smelling perfume like all feminine Sissies do. It went on and on repeating itself, enforcing on me that everything about me says I'm nothing but a Sissy. Soon I'll forget who and what I was, I'm not a boy and never could be for that matter or even a girl, just a feminine Sissy. Somehow I think I felt Edward kissed me, I'm sure I felt lips touch my cheek his hand stroke over mine and I'm sure it was his cologne I inhaled with the kiss. Or was this just part of the message I am getting. I soon became oblivious to where I was, at times seeing images, they must be people as they keep moving before me. Somehow I went into a deep sort of sleep for awhile, with the massage still continuing to haunt me. Nothing would let me think anything else, other than I'm a feminine sissy, a fairy who is craving to be wearing the prettiest and frilliest of sissy clothes. I seemed to be lying in a comfortable position, my wrists still tied to either side of me. Images of sissies dressed in the most frilliest of clothes seemed to keep flashing before me, a voice would then ask me if I'm looking forward to wearing such beautiful sissy clothes telling me also how much of a proper sissy I'm going to be. At times I was sure someone was rubbing over my chest or doing something between my legs. Trying to speak was useless, still nothing would come out. The message still penetrating my subconscious, telling me how I'm longing to be put into my dainty Sissy clothes, I love being admired wearing such beautiful outfits with lots of pretty bows on. How Ladies and even men will cherish the company of a feminine Sissy such as myself, more than they would any boy or girl. I could almost feel the delicate fabrics of these clothes in my hands, the way this woman's voice kept explaining them to me. I was beginning to believe I am only this feminine Sissy. Every thought of my past will soon be gone forever; your sissiness will consume everything about you. That I'm more of a girl than I could ever be any sort of male, yet I kept hearing I am neither, I'm only a SISSY!!! Go on say it, tell me what you are, tell me you're a real SISSY! Somehow I'm sure I started saying, I'm a Sissy each time I got asked what I was. Finally coming out of another somnolent state, I realized the woman's subdued tormenting voice had disappeared. Soothing music now played, not into my ears as previous, but seemed to be coming from all around me much like it does in a theatre. Soon I began to focus on things blinking my eyes a few times, making sure I wasn't just in a wishful dream, no it is all for real as I looked before me. No longer in a plane my wrists no longer in restrains but by what I can see in the dim light, I'm in what looks like a very feminine girls bedroom. Suddenly taking a closer look to what I'm sleeping in it's an oversize baby's cot. Am I in some sort of prison I wonder? Moving my arms to help sit up and study my surroundings the best I could in this dimly lit room, I noticed tucked in my left arm a doll. My mind went from worrying about where I'm lying and what the room is like, to taking up the doll in my hands to look at it, she was very pretty, long curly blonde hair, wearing a little white satin bonnet, her dress or was it a nightie gave me the impression of a babies christening gown, being full length white satin the skirt overlaid in a delicate white lace from under the bodice. I couldn't help but lift the skirt to inspect the equally pretty silky petticoat. As my hands caressed under the skirt, I realized she also wore equally beautiful panties. Oh how pretty were they, proper romper type panties in white satin the leg openings surround in rich white lace to be finished off with a sweet pale pink bow sitting just above the lace. Touching the panties thinking how delicious they looked remembering this voice telling me how I long to wear beautiful satin panties. Admiring and smiling to this beautiful doll, somehow my hands just drew her towards my lips, yes; I kissed her telling her how beautiful she was before wrapping my arms around her for a lovely cuddle. I didn't want to let her go, I kissed her lovingly again, thinking of the teddy I used to have when I was a child, now to be replaced by a beautiful doll. Everything seemed to be happening so fast now not realizing what a girly thing I had just done with a doll. But now sitting up the best I could looking at my surroundings through this cage in the dim light. I've just realized I'm now in some sort of cot or is it a cage, at least there's no top to it. I'm lying in a very comfortable albeit cot in a girl's bedroom everything so feminine, soft pink wallpaper with little flowers and other girlish things printed on it. The furnishings all white with pink trimmings. The cot I'm lying in is covered by an off white lace throw over, big pale blue satin bows with long streamers hanging adorned its four corners. Sitting there trying to take it all in my mind in overdrive trying to discover where I am, more to the point what I am, am I a Sissy, am I in some girly prison, how long have I been here. I've never held a doll before, but I don't seem to be able to let her go as I kissed her tenderly one more time as any girl would do. The music still playing softly in the background when a woman's voice came from my right side saying, "She is a beautiful doll, isn't she Toby?" Turning my head quickly I saw this woman sitting comfortable in an armchair slightly behind the cot to my right. Oh god, she must have seen everything watching me admire this gorgeous doll, yes inspecting everything she was wearing, kissing and cuddling her like she belonged to me. I felt my face turning the deepest shade of red it could possible go burning with embarrassment tears came to my eyes. Quickly I pushed the doll away to my lift side like I had never seen it. "Don't be ashamed Toby, all Sissies love having dolls to play with," She said while stepping towards me, taking a couple of pillows to place behind my head so I could sit up comfortably. Then using a key she unlocked and lowered the side of this cot. "Why am I in this thing I'm not a baby? I'm not a Sissy either if you must know! I'm a boy! I don't play with dolls really; it's just that it was sitting in my arm. Where am I anyway, and who are you?" I asked trying to show the utmost contempt in my voice. "This is your bed for now, isn't it just the prettiest room for such a Sissy as yourself Toby?" this woman said while giving me a big smile. "And I'm your new Nanny," she informed me. "I'm not a Sissy; I don't want to be a Sissy! I don't want to sleep in a stupid baby's cot either. Least of all I don't need a nanny, only little children have nannies. I'm well capable of looking after myself thank you very much," again I tried to make known. "No you might not want to be, but let's face facts; you are very much a real feminine Sissy. A lot of people don't want to be what they are, but the truth of the matter is there is nothing we can do about it. Look at you, couldn't keep your hands away from cuddling or kissing your doll. The way you had to examine her silky nightie and underwear. I bet you were wishing you had your pretty silky panties on. A real boy wouldn't want to wear girls' nighties to bed, would they? Secondly you have no say in whether you have a nanny or not, so get that into your little sissy head. Lastly once we can trust you the sooner you can sleep in a proper bed. Might even let you take your doll to bed with you, won't that be lovely Toby?" she said pulling back the lovely lace bedcover, letting me see myself for the first time. I looked down in shock, there I lay wearing a girls cream satin nightie, long puffy sleeves, a couple of satin bows keeping the bodice closed. "Why am I wearing a girls nightie, I've got pyjamas in my bag?" I informed her. "Because that's what you wanted to wear dear. You were asked if you wanted to wear pyjamas or a pretty nightie and you said can I wear my nightie please. Well we'll put you into your pyjamas later if that's what you want," she offered. I must admit it did feel sort of nice all the same. Looking at this woman I said, "I thought I was going to be a Houseboy, now look at me, are you the woman I'm going to work for?" "No Toby, you'll meet her later, after we get you all cleaned up and trained in the finer ways of a sissy such as yourself," I was informed; nothing about being a houseboy was mentioned. "I really feel more like a good sleep than getting cleaned up; my eyes just want to close, what's happening to me? What am I to be trained for anyway?" I pleaded in vain. "All will be explained in due course," was the only response this 'Nanny' woman gave. "Would you like something to eat, guess you must be hungry by now?" she asked. "Yes that would be nice, thank you, can I use the bathroom also, I'm dying for a leak." "Yes certainly you can, but I must warn you it might hurt a little as you start because you've had a catheter in there till about an hour ago," she said while helping me out of this cot. I was shocked at hearing that. "Why did I have one of them in my cock? How long was it in there?" I asked standing firm waiting an answer, instead she just told me to put my slippers on. Looking to the floor I saw a pair of fluffy cream slip-ons above the toes lavender pompoms, to add further to my shame they had at least inch high heels. Again my protest wasn't heard just told sternly to put them on, stepping into them I noticed they fit perfectly. Satisfied she just took hold of my hand leading me out to the bathroom. "We don't use that nasty word 'cock' around here, sissies have 'Peepees' and you want to have a 'Tinkle or do wee wees'," was all she said. Another spontaneous and shocking thing happened; automatically I raised up the nightie then sat down on the toilet just to have a piss. Why did I do that, has listening to all that Sissy stuff really turned me into some sort of weirdo girl. With an embarrassed look on my face for doing such a thing, plus having this woman standing watching, looking up I was greeted with one big smile. "You are such a good Sissy Toby sitting to do your tinkles," she said cheerfully. It did hurt a bit as the hot flow began but not for long. Once finished I turned towards the washbasin, only to be told Sissies like all girls should dab their little peepees dry after doing tinkles. My mouth dropped open, I couldn't speak, I felt so humiliated watching as this nanny woman took some toilet tissues while telling me to hold up my nightie. I couldn't believe it; she even pulled back my foreskin then proceeded to show me how to pat myself dry. "You must pat yourself dry every time Sissy." You could feel the glee in her voice as she was telling me. Now I don't have a penis it's a peepee and I don't piss anymore, I do tinkles or weewees what the bloody hell is this woman doing to me!! Back in the bedroom I noticed the sweet fragrance of the room. Undeniably feminine so very much crying out Sissy!!! Girly!!! Like everything else in this room indicated. Looking towards the cot, a pretty lace half round canopy over the headboard, matching lace drapes hung behind, letting the bright pink satin beneath, shine through. Turning towards the full length mirror, I must say wearing this pretty nightie did excite me in a way but was fearful of touching it in case this woman took it that I love wearing a nightie and I couldn't have her think such a thing, cause I'm not a Sissy! Normally when I wake up, a comforting woody develops, but not this time guess I'm to tired and my mind is in bewilderment to what is happening to me. I again asked why I had the catheter, why did I have to listen to this woman telling me I'm a Sissy; even asking what is the time? Noticing my watch is missing also. Wondering how long I've been here the last thing I knew I was given a drink on a plane. Did it all come as a great shock to be told it is now almost 7:30pm. That wasn't so bad, but to find out it's now Monday evening. Guess that also answered the question of why the catheter. "As I said everything will be explained to you later Sissy. Now hop back to bed while I get you something nice to eat and drink," while she held back the bedcover till I positioned myself comfortable on the pillows behind me. Before being covered, for some reason I just straightened out my nightie like it's the normal thing for me to do. Suddenly realizing how girly that must have looked, at least nothing was said only the lace cover was then positioned daintily over me. To make sure I didn't get out she raised the side of the cot then locked it again. "I won't be a minute Toby, don't be a naughty Sissy while I'm gone, will you?" I was too embarrassed knowing what she properly meant, so didn't answer her. Picking up the doll again to embrace, my face went red noticing the sweet look I got for doing this girlish thing. Or is it a sissy thing I'm now doing. "Does she have a name?" for some strange reason I wanted to know. "No not yet, you'll have to think of a lovely name you'd like your doll to have," was her reply. Gosh it's my doll? What other surprises does she or this other woman have in store for me? Still trying to sort my head out of all this Sissy stuff I've been hearing, when she arrived back carrying a small tray. Shock, horror!!! After dropping the side of this cot she tied a large bib with little animals all over it behind my neck, she then proceeded to spoon feed me this foul tasting oatmeal stuff, like I was some sort of child. The more I protested that I couldn't eat it, the more she forced it into me. Guess this is why I'm being fed. "You may not like the taste, but you haven't eaten for a while, plus this is going to be good for you," she said. The position I was in, there was nothing I could do but let her feed this stuff to me. Swallowing quickly I found to be the best option. Only she took it to mean I was enjoying it, so had the audacity to ask "Does sissy want some more?" "No thank you very much, I've had enough of this to last me a lifetime," I let her know. "I don't think so Sissy. I thought you'd like your milk in a bottle, you seemed to enjoy it this way before," as she held this babies bottle with a large teat and all towards my lips. "You can hold it yourself this time," she said displaying a big smile as well, to add further to my humiliation. No sooner had I finished drinking, when she added to my indignity, pulling back the cover. "We don't want to wet our cot tonight, do we Sissy? So a lovely diaper will keep you nice and dry, as well as safe." She gave that knowing grin as she said it. Guess she knows what I'd like to do. Without asking, she pushed me onto my side, while she lay this diaper out. After lifting my nightie out of the way, I was told to lie back over it. I closed my eyes, I couldn't look with embarrassment, but felt and smelt talcum powder landing down there before she secured this diaper on me, then pulled plastic panties over it. Patting over my deflated front she had the gall to say, "There we are now one nice dry cot for tonight." I felt the nightie being pulled down again. "I'll change your lace cover for a duvet to keep you lovely and warm over night, but let me take a nice photo of you first; you look so sweet with this lace cover over you." I was shocked unable to move watching her take a couple of photos as I lay like a baby in this cot. Opening my eyes again I could tell by the lie of the nightie, something thick lay beneath. Unconsciously I again fluffed out my nightie. "Oh I'm sorry Sissy didn't I do it right, I hope I'm better at putting you into your pretties in the morning, you'll want to be looking your Sissy best in all these pretty new clothes, won't you?" I felt my face going the deepest shade of red imaginable once again. Why am I being so humiliated by this woman? Yes I do like wearing the nightie, plus the thought of wearing pretty underwear also for some reason it seems to be exciting me. "Please tell me, why is all this happening to me? I thought I was just a boy, not a god damn Sissy," I asked hoping to overcome my embarrassed red face she's looking at. "So you can speak, and such a sweet girly voice to go with it. But I don't appreciate and won't tolerate your chose of words; I told you all will be revealed later now I think a lovely night's sleep is in order, don't you?" With that she removed the two extra pillows from behind my head before laying the duvet over me. While she was doing that, I took the doll into my arms to cuddle over night. "I see you are such a big Sissy, wanting your doll for company. But no she'll sleep in her own cot at night time, give her a lovely goodnight kiss then I'll put her to bed." Somehow I seem to be doing all these things so spontaneously, I took her in my arms giving her a big cuddle kissing her at the same time saying, "Hope you have a lovely sleep Cindy." God! Why did I say that, where did that name come from, without even thinking of picking a name for her I just came out with one. Must say it does suit her all the same. "That is a very pretty name for your doll Toby. See only a real Sissy like yourself would chose a lovely name like that for a doll," which in turn earned me a little kiss to my forehead. With Cindy now lying comfortable in her cot it was back to making me comfortable. Well not quite yet, the two bows at the bodice were pulled apart exposing my whole chest area, I could only watch in amazement as she took this jar of cream stuff and proceeded to massage some over and around each nipple. "Yes I know you like having this done don't you Sissy?" smiling at me as I seemed to be doing the same to her. Certain things were falling into place now. At times, over what was the best part of three days. I was sure I felt my breast being played with, the same when I had the bottle of milk, I can remember sucking on what would of been the teat, yes and having the catheter being put up my penis. Thinking of all this I began sobbing while pleading not to put those messages back in my ears. "Please I only want to sleep; I couldn't take anymore of those messages, please!!" "No you're not having them this time you can have a beautiful sleep now, dreaming lots of Sissy thoughts, thinking of all your lovely silks and satin lingerie you'll be wearing in the morning." With that she fastened the bows again, pulled up the duvet. After making sure I was lying comfortably the side of the cot was raised and locked securely once again. She smiled at me while gently stroking the back of her fingers over my cheek. It was an incredible feeling I can't remember having my face touched like this before. I wanted to say thank you for doing that, but thought better of it in case she sees it as another Sissy trait I seem to be showing. # I watched as she left the room turning the light out after offering me one last smile before closing and locking the door as she went. I could only lie there wondering how I've got myself into this, am I really the sissy she's telling me I am. Have those messages been telling me the truth about myself. Am I nothing but a Sissy, everything I've done since waking indicates that, my love of Cindy, the silky touch of my nightie, the sweet bouquet of the room was heavenly to walk back into? If I was just a normal sort of boy, would I be happy in a girl's nightie, wanting to cuddle a doll I've now named Cindy. With my hands gently caressing slowly all over this satin nightie I notice some straining under my enclosed diaper, which I can do nothing about right now. I began crying not knowing my fate, what have I got myself into, I'm sure this can't be how houseboys are treated. My burning eyes were beginning to get heavy losing the battle to stay open. In no time I had drifted off into a deep tranquil sleep. ************* END OF CHAPTER ONE *****************