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Waking up to a New Life. Ch 2.
By Matthew.
I felt something stroking over my face, putting my hand up to brush it
away, I realized it was also a hand belonging to someone else. Yes this
nanny woman.
"It seems a shame to be waking a sissy from its lovely sleep, but we
have a busy day ahead for you Sissy," it was that same woman from last
night.
I tried to burry my face back into the comfort of the pillow, not
wanting to hear what I was hearing.
"Yes we would all like to spend more time in bed, but we must get you
cleaned and dressed in your pretty sissy clothes, won't that be lovely?
We have a lot to do toda so the sooner we get started the better."
Without giving me a chance to offer any form of protest she had lowered
the side of this cot the Duvet pulled back to sit over the end, her hand
down under my nightie all in a flash.
"Isn't it a good job you're wearing a diaper?" as she squeezed over the
urine filled protector.
I didn't have to look in a mirror, I could feel my face going a deep
red, mortified of what I'd let happen and now this woman's hand resting
comfortably 'I guess' over it.
"Come on now Sissy, up you get and into the bathroom," she ordered in a
demanding voice.
I knew not to argue; tentatively I slid from the cot to finish up
standing beside her. Before heading out I looked into the little
bassinet where Cindy lay comfortably, she looked so lovely lying there,
but why did I do that it's only a girls doll for goodness sake, yet it
was the first thing I did. Turning to leave I looked at this woman who I
could feel watching every move I made, smiling to me.
"I know you can't wait to be cuddling her again, isn't that true Sissy?
Now don't forget your lovely slippers," as she pointed to them.
I had no option but to step into these stupid girls fluffy things again,
as she had blocked my exit. Her hand came out ready to take hold of mine
I never answered her question, as she took my hand to escort this
nightie wearing 'sissy' into the bathroom. No I'm not a sissy!! I'm a
boy aren't I?
"I can walk quite easily without holding your hand," I said as I tried
to pull it away, suddenly realized that wasn't a wise move to make as
she tightened her vice like grip on my much smaller and fragile hand in
turn making me squeal in pain.
I noticed the bathroom smelt strongly of feminine stuff like perfumes
and bath oils, my shaving gear, toothpaste and brush sitting by the
basin waiting to be used. So this nanny woman has been through my case
why didn't she take my pyjamas out for me to wear.
"I know it's a shame Sissy, but we'll take your lovely nightie off
before you shave and clean your teeth."
"I'll take this thing off first," I said pointing to the diaper.
"No we won't, I said clean your teeth then shave, didn't I?" I was told
matter of factually.
I'm beginning to realize, I'm to do only what this nanny tells me to do.
So much for free will and having a mind of your own.
The whole time cleaning my teeth and shaving she stood silently
watching, once finished and before I had a chance to remove the diaper I
was having this clear liquid stuff smeared over my now shaved face. I
knew by the smell, it wasn't any moisturiser or after shave cologne.
"We'll use this every morning and within a week you won't have to shave
ever again. You'll finish up with a beautiful soft girly face, I bet you
can't wait for that can you Sissy?" she said cheerfully.
"I don't have to shave every day anyway so I won't need that stuff,
thanks all the same."
"We know that, but I said we'll use this every morning so you won't have
to shave 'Ever' again, didn't I?" her words were firm and in a tone to
be taken notice of, so I kept my mouth shut.
To add further to my humiliation, I had to lie on the floor why she
removed the plastic pants then pulled the tabs to remove my diaper. To
be degraded even further she had the audacity to take a damp cloth and
wipe around my crotch area like you would a small child. I'm a 17 year
old 'boy' for god sake, now being treated like some small child and
there seems to be nothing I can do about it.
I don't know where my clothes are; I don't even know where I am, or what
I am now for that matter. I felt nervous as hell tears came quickly to
my eyes in no time there I stood crying my eyes out like the child she
seems hell bent on treating me as, pleading to be told where I am and
what is happening to me. Putting an arm around my shoulder this
heartless woman just said,
"Stop your crying Sissy, when we have you dressed in all your lovely
sissy clothes you will be told all you need to know for now so come
along."
How did I get into this, all I wanted was to be a houseboy not treated
as some sissy-boy wearing nighties and diapers or having a doll?
Still crying I tried to say, "I've decided I don't want to be here, I
don't want the job, so can I have my clothes and I'll be on my way, I
just want to leave this place!" my words again hit deaf ears.
"Bend over and rest your hands on the side of the bath," as her hand
pushed me downwards anyway. "Now part your legs nice and wide like a
good sissy," she said while holding me down in her vice like grip.
Turning my head the best I could trying to see what was happening
through my tear filled eyes.
"There's nothing to see just turn around keep still," I was told in a
stern tone that I knew to obey.
Without any sort of warning I just felt this cold, greased, long plastic
object being inserted up my rear passage.
"What the hell are you doing? What are you pushing up my arse?" I asked
still sobbing; suddenly I felt warm water slowly entering my butt hole.
"Just a nice enema dear, Sissies must be clean inside as well as out,
mustn't they? And let me warn you any more remarks like that from you
and I'll give you something to cry about," was her answer to my enquiry.
By now I could feel my whole stomach begin to stretch and cramp up.
"Please stop! I can't take anymore of that?" I pleaded.
"Nearly finished," was her cold response.
After another few squeezes of this rubber bulb thing she had hold of the
end finally came.
"Now come with me to the toilet and don't you dare let anything trickle
out from down there."
Slowly I followed like a frightened kitten towards the toilet room.
"Kneel on the floor for a few minutes till I say you can release it
all."
I was given a smile while I gently tried to kneel without letting
anything seep out. A few minutes felt like an hour as I struggled to
keep it all in, fighting against cramps the whole time. My stomach
looked and felt like a woman in her middle stages of pregnancy, I think.
A helping hand was offered me to stand as time had arrived to let my
inside empty out.
"Sit like a good sissy and let it all go, I'll come back in a minute to
see how you're getting on."
With that I was left alone to do what I had to do; only full as I was
and try as I did nothing seemed to want to flow free. The cramping even
got worse each time I tried to push, in the end I just sat and waited in
hope, after a while suddenly the flood gates opened. I'm sure my whole
dirty inside was now sitting in the toilet bowl, the smell was stronger
than I ever remember it being before, the one good thing at this moment
all the cramping had also absconded. After wiping myself I quickly
flushed the bowl clean getting rid of some of the smell at the same
time, well only a little of it.
"I bet you feel a lot better now don't you Sissy with all that gone?
Come now and we'll have another little one just to make sure you're nice
and clean in there," she said smiling cheerfully.
"I don't need another one I've lost everything I had in there, plus I
don't want another one, end of story," I said red eyed and trying to act
defiant like I'm in complete control of my being. Only this nanny woman
had other ideas as she took a firm grip of my arm pulling me straight
back to the bathroom.
This time she sat on the stool and just pulled me over her knee like I
was a rag doll. Without a word her strong hand rained down on my exposed
backside, my arms and legs seemed to be held firm so I couldn't move
from the onslaught. In no time I began crying again as I tried to beg
her to stop, but I'm sure she must be partly deaf as her hand kept
striking one then the other cheek in turn. I lost count after about
eight of how many times her hand landed; it felt like my butt was on
fire. Once she decided I'd had enough I was made stand in front of her
while she warned me that is nothing to what I'll get if I don't do what
I'm told and to watch what comes from my mouth.
My eyes were burning, tears running freely down my cheeks, my nose was
running also, I wasn't allowed to wipe the tears away. Then she had the
nerve to tell me to kneel and say "Thank you Nanny for my punishment. I
want to be a very good obedient Sissy, can I have my next enema now
please," Still sobbing I just stood dumbfounded looking at her, till I
was threatened with another spanking. Realizing my backside could take
no more, I fell meekly to my knees.
Leaning over the bath freely this time and without uttering another
word, or was it my sniffling that discouraged any expression. At least
this enema wasn't as much, my tummy didn't bulge as before and I didn't
get cramp down there this time either.
"Now back you go to the toilet this time you can sit and let it all go,"
she said in a way that one would think she's doing me the greatest of
all favours.
No sooner had I sat one little push and out gushed whatever was left
inside of me, I noticed no smell either this time. Wiping my bottom had
a burning feel to it, that hand of hers sure made its mark. I wouldn't
mind betting she's left bruise marks down there as a reminder for me.
"Give your nose a good blow-out sissy it's running into your mouth,"
looking up, there she was standing at the doorway watching. Can't I even
do such things in private anymore, thankfully I hadn't tried to liven up
my sleeping cock or should I now say my 'peepee' without her watching.
"We'll have a little enema every morning from now on, sissies have to
stay nice and clean in there also," I once again got told.
"I go to the toilet every morning like everyone else does so I don't
need this treatment thank you."
"Sissies do what they are told or do I have to give you another
spanking? Come along now I have a nice bath waiting for you."
I had no option but to keep my mouth shut and go along with her as she
pulled me by the hand yet again. I'm beginning to feel more like a small
child, is this what she wants from me? The smell of bath oils drifted
from the bathroom even before she opened the door; at least it is much
better smell than what I left behind in the toilet room before.
"Now in you get dear like a good sissy," she said, pointing towards the
bath.
God damn it, the heat of the water on my batted and bruised backside, I
couldn't sit.
"Just sit straight down, the quicker you do the easier it will be and
any discomfort will soon go."
Taking a deep breath I quickly lowered my aching body into the bubble
bath of hot water. It didn't take long till the heat of my backside and
the heat of the water became equate.
Shock, Horror, as I watched her putting on a plastic pinafore and
plastic covers over her arms,
Thinking I'll get in first, I took the soap and face cloth all ready to
start washing myself.
"Oh no you don't Sissy, put them back were you got them from," by the
tone in her voice I knew to put things back and wait.
"I am quite capable of bathing myself; I've done it for years," I said
again trying to sound forceful.
As a result of my outburst yet again, she just took a handful of my
hair, pulling my head back, so I was looking straight into her face.
"Now Sissy you listen and listen real good, if you know what's good for
you. Never ever raise that sweet girlish voice of yours. Insolent
sissies soon learn that it's not a wise thing to do. I thought the
punishment you've had not ten minutes since would have taught you a
lesson, didn't you?" all this time keeping a firm grip of my hair
looking into my eyes.
"No I don't want to be punished again, I'm sorry Mama," fighting to hold
back more tears.
"It is Nanny!!! To you not mama, do I make myself clear?" before
releasing her grip on my hair.
With the release of my hair I sat passively, as she went to work washing
every part of my body.
"Doesn't the shampoo and soap smell like sweet spring flowers, so
femininely appealing aren't they?" I was asked.
"Yes they do smell like beautiful spring flowers," hoping to make her
happy with me.
"I thought you would say that, it's a normal sissy response to lovely
smelling things."
The more she questions me like this, the more I seem to agree, I must
really be a proper sissy. Or is it in fear of her punishing me again?
Probable.
Normally I loved soaping up and stroking my cock while lying in a bath.
But with this woman, I lay in fear of even thinking of an erection. Oh
no, she took hold of it even pulling back my skin to wash under there,
even using a cotton bud around the rim if you please, all the while
pulling at it like some sort of toy for her to play with. I prayed more
than ever that it didn't rise for her, it didn't thankfully. To add
further to my humiliation, she had to say. "See Sissy, if you were any
sort of a man that thing would be standing proudly now after me playing
with it," I could only go red faced thinking, 'I'm not really that much
of a sissy, am I.' what sort of man would get turned on by this witch
playing with his dick anyway, I thought.
Ordering me to turn over I had a nasty feeling of what was to come next,
she didn't surprise as I felt soap being washed around my butt hole.
Then a finger made its way slowly inside my very private part. I
squealed out while trying to force my butt closed; only she worked her
finger in like some sort of drill. I closed my eyes fearful of how far
she would go.
"Does Sissy love having things up there, bet you're getting all excited
Sissy? We must keep your little pussy clean you know," I can just
imagine the smile on her face right now.
"No I don't like having things up there; I've never had anything put in
there before today."
In the meantime her other hand went between my legs to see what affect
it was having on my cock, fortunately none I was to affrayed to even
touch myself. I was beginning to fear this woman intensely.
With my bathing over, a light blue towel was wrapped around my wet head
of hair the way I've seen women do on some TV shows. A large white
fluffy towel was held out waiting to be wrapped around my wet body;
again I just had to stand while she went to work patting me dry.
"I bet you can't wait to be bathed again with this beautiful perfumed
soap, can you Sissy?"
"No it does have a lovely aroma and makes me smell nice doesn't it?" Oh
no, what have I just admitted. I do smell nice, but I'm not a Sissy! I'm
a boy! Only if my cock would stand right now to prove it to this nanny
woman, but it won't! There again, if it did she'd say that's a sissies
reaction to the now lovely smell of my body and her drying me.
"I'm so pleased you like the way you smell Sissy, just wait till I put
your talcum powder and perfume on you. It'll make you think you're on
your way to Sissy Heaven, which you really are."
I refused to give her an answer in case I again admitted to something I
didn't want to admit too.
"Later we'll get rid of all this unsightly body hair. You don't have
much I know, but you'll feel so much better with it all gone. You'll be
able to appreciate these delicate soft fabrics, as they caress lovingly
over your hairless body, and I know a little Sissy who can't wait to be
wearing its silky lingerie, isn't that true?" she asked, while pulling
at my small bush of pubic hair. I didn't answer. "Never mind it'll all
be gone for good this afternoon," I was advised.
After combing and brushing out my wet hair, an equally feminine
deodorant was sprayed under my armpits. Once she'd pulled at the sparse
amount of hairs under them, letting me know they have a short time left
to be apart of me.
"I told you before I don't want the job, just get me my clothes and
things then I'll be on my way. Tell whoever I'm meant to be working for
that I've decided against it, thanks all the same," I repeated.
"Don't be silly Sissy, wait till you've had breakfast, I'm sure you must
be hungry by now, after that we'll talk, how does that sound?" she asked
while patting my hand softly. At least she has heard me this time.
"Yes I am rather hungry so that'll be nice thank you," realizing I had
to have some food put back in my stomach after losing everything that
was in there down the toilet.
"Good we'll put your pretty nightie back on and don't forget your
slippers, now into this lovely satin gown," which she took from behind
the door helping me into it. It was a full length cream satin dressing
gown with brown piping around the cuffs and collar and so very feminine.
Back into the bedroom we went hand in hand, sitting me on this vanity
stool. "Now let me brush your hair out a little before it dries to
much," with that she went to work brushing, combing using a blow drier a
little also till she was satisfied. "There we are Sissy doesn't that
look better, just wait till I do it after your breakfast," she said
smiling to me. I refused to answer even though I did like the way it
looked now.
"By the way my name is Toby and I quite like it in case you've
forgotten," I tried reminding her.
"Now let's go and feed you, Sissy must be hungry by now," She is deaf I
swear she is, just taking hold of my hand once again she led me into a
much larger room. A table with two chairs sat in one corner next to it a
sideboard I guess, as whatever was on it was covered by a large white
sheet. A large full length mirror seemed to be attached to one wall half
way along the room, while the wall opposite had a long hand rail
attached. The walls themselves were covered with cream floral patterned
wallpaper with many girlish painting hanging. The floor was a highly
polished timber with a couple of rugs lying towards the centre. The only
window on the far wall was still covered by thick burgundy velvet
drapes.
"Now sit there dear while I get your breakfast, would you like apple or
grapefruit juice to start with?" as she smiled sweetly to me.
"Can I have the apple juice please?" I asked.
"Do you like peppermints dear?" she asked holding a small bottle of them
in her hand.
"Yes I do, thank you," offering her a little smile at the thought of
having a sweetie.
After handing me one, she watched as I put it in my mouth before handing
me a small glass of water telling me to drink it down. I noticed she had
this glass of water in her hand the whole time. Taking it from her I
swallowed it down suddenly realizing the little peppermint had also
disappeared. Sending fear into me, thinking of the red pill I was given
on the plane, this was a little white one, don't remember having water
with peppermints before. How trusting these people are, as she also had
to feel around in my mouth making sure this little whatever went down.
Putting the glass of apple juice on the table beside me, saying to drink
it while she prepares my breakfast for some reason my mouth now felt
dry, even after the glass of water, so happily I took the apple juice
swilling some around in my mouth before swallowing it down. While
waiting for my breakfast I noticed I seemed to relax some, all the fight
I had a little earlier about wanting to leave this place had gone. I
noticed nanny watching me closely the whole time before offering me my
breakfast.
After placing what looked like a large cloth diaper over my front tying
it behind my neck saying,
"Now sit still while Nanny feeds you your yummy breakfast."
Even just hearing her say that, I realized all the resistance I had
earlier had abandoned me. I sat passively like the child she was
treating me as, letting her spoon feed me this nasty tasting oatmeal
stuff. Once finished she offered me, No! Ordered me to drink my glass of
milk saying it contained lots of protein that I need. Again I just drank
it down without question not even thinking about what protein I could be
lacking or what they are for that matter.
With breakfast all finished and being told what a good sissy I was for
eating it all up so quickly. Offering me her hand, which I took without
hesitation, I got led back to my girlishly decorated bedroom. The first
thing I did entering the room was to look over to the bassinet holding
Cindy.
"Yes she is still there Sissy, we'll get you dressed in all your
pretties first then you can play with your doll. That's what you want
isn't it dear?" while offering me a cynical smile.
I never answered, just hung my head in shame, knowing how I wanted to
play with Cindy, yet I'm meant to be a boy!!! Not wanting to play with
girl things.
My mine was in a turmoil not knowing what I am any more. Not even being
addressed by my name only Sissy, dear or darling who loves pretty girly
things. Tears just suddenly began flowing from my eyes as I fell to the
floor crying uncontrollable. I could feel this Witch standing over me
not saying a word, just looking down. Only if I knew what she was
thinking, she left the room only to return soon after carrying
something. I don't know how long I cried for but my eyes were burning
everything before me looked a blur. I could feel drying tears over my
cheeks my nose running freely as well, every part of me seemed to be
hurting through crying. It seems to be the only thing I've done all
morning is crying.
In time I knelt back up using the back of my hand wiping what tears I
could from my eyes watching as this nanny went to get a clean hanky from
one of the drawers.
"Come here Sissy," she called to me.
Like an obedient puppy I went to her, standing there while she patted my
tears away. Holding the hanky over my nose as you would a little child,
telling me to blow. I went to take it from her saying, "I can blow my
own nose thank you I'm not a bloody baby!!" I just seemed to bark out,
which turned out to be not the wisest thing to say as the swift slap
across my face made me realize. The hanky was held back to my nose, this
time I did as required without hesitation.
"That's better, now lift up and give me a look," I was told, as I did
she had the audacity to say, "One more blow darling," again I obeyed.
Taking hold of my hand she led me towards the armchair, as she sat I
feared another spanking. I knew I had nothing left in me to fight this
woman, so seemed resigned to being spanked once again. It came with
great relief as she instead had me sit on her lap wrapping her arm
around me in a comforting manner, in her doing that I seemed to relax. I
found myself resting my head against her shoulder, listening to her
whisper these same sissy words in my ear. "You are a sissy and always
have been you could never be anything else all those thoughts of your
past will soon be gone for good. You're dying to pick Cindy up again for
cuddles aren't you because that's what Sissies love. Soon nanny will
have you looking a very pretty sissy," she went on repeating those words
I had heard for so long, at the same time stroking softly over my hair
in a soothing manner. In doing so calming me down accepting my fate by
what she is telling me.
After placing a small yellow capsule on my tongue, offering another
glass of apple juice to my lips telling to drink up like the good sissy
she knows I want to be. I had little option but to drink it all up
swallowing the capsule at the same time. As I finished she put the glass
on the table then cuddled me into her, stroking over my hair in silence.
Soon I began feeling quite relaxed and comfortable.
"Are we feeling better now dear, that you've got all that tension out of
you?"
I didn't know whether I was or was it hearing those words again plus the
sudden softness she's showing to me that is making me feel a lot better.
"Would you like Nanny to do your hair properly now, then we can start
making you look all pretty, you want that don't you darling? One very
pretty Sissy," even her voice seemed gentler.
"Yes I'd like that thank you nanny I want to look pretty," I found
myself saying faintly.
Sitting at the vanity while she went to work on my hair spaying a little
more water on it then using the blow drier and brush, in doing so making
my hair look so soft, I must say I was liking what I was seeing develop
before my eyes.
"There we are dear, doesn't that look lovely? Once we get you dressed
I'll use a perfumed spray on your hair to keep it in place so you'll be
one beautiful looking sissy."
"Yes it does look lovely, thank you nanny," I said smiling at the
mirrored sissy image before me.
Without the blink of an eye nanny stripped me of my lovely gown and
nightie. Just as quickly I went to drop my hands over one still deflated
penis, only to be told to take my hands away from my peepee then shown
how to put my hands in a sissy stance. Yes arms to the side, bent at the
elbows and my hand hanging limp. As I did so she made me flap each wrist
to show they were limp. I now felt defenceless to whatever she wanted to
do to me, one petrified body at her mercy.
I watched, frightened to even twitch a muscle, as she again massaged
this cream stuff over my breast. For the second time that I remember it
being done, it makes my nipples feel ever so vulnerable. I've never
noticed just how sensitive they can become.
"Everything is coming along beautifully," I was told, as she kept
massaging firmly over them.
"What is the cream for anyway nanny?" I inquired.
"Oh it's hormone cream dear, to help your sissy bosoms develop," a big
smile came to her face.
"Do I need to have my breast developed? I'm quite happy with then the
way they are now."
"Yes, Sissies like having nice bosoms with big nipples to show off,
they'll look lovely under your pretty blouses," she cheerfully informed
me.
After liberally dusting scented talcum powder over the greater part of
my body I got told.
"Now stand there like a good sissy, while I get your pretties ready for
you," as she pointed to an invisible spot beside the cot she had me
sleeping in.
Standing there looking to see what is coming out of those drawers for me
to wear I couldn't help but say. "What is wrong with my own underwear?"
"These are all yours Sissy, I know you are looking forward to wearing
dainty pretty things aren't you dear?" she said, while laying these
flimsy articles of feminine lingerie on the cot.
Watching what was being laid out before me, I couldn't help but let my
hands come to rest over my, till now deflated penis. In no time blood
began to flow rapidly, putting life back into ones enthused penis. There
was nothing I could do but let my right hand fondle gently over it.
Consequently one taut erection developed.
"Don't you even think of it my little flower put those arms to your
sides the way I showed you. I know how exciting this must be for you,
seeing your lovely lingerie at last," while smiling to me.
There I now stood red faced, completely naked, completely embarrassed,
one throbbing erect penis standing proudly, only my hands weren't
allowed to touch what is in great need of being stroked. Just keep my
arms at my side and hands hanging limp, while admiring these pretty
things knowing I'll soon be wearing them, doesn't mean I'm a sissy
though, does it? No lots of boys like looking at girls' irresistible
underwear and I'm no different, am I?
END OF CHAPTER TWO.
Charlize
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