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Waking up to a New Life. Ch 3. by Matthew. Looking at the masses of lustrous fabrics that lay over the bed waiting to beautify or "Sissify" my body, for some reason got my heart racing, yet my hands weren't allowed to touch what was crying out to be touched. After what seemed an hour of teasing me nanny turned to face me holding one fragile looking white satin suspender belt with six suspender things dangling from it. "Now turn around dear and let me fasten your suspender belt for you." I had no choice but to do as she said. Meekly I turned without a word, letting nanny start putting girly things on me. Next came an equally 'may I say it' luxurious camisole, it was also in a delicate pure white satin with a couple of inches of fine lace around the hem, across the bodice were three rows of narrow pin-tucks. It hung not much below my waist and had like shoestring shoulder straps. I just had to let my fingers gently caress over my sumptuously embraced stomach and chest. All my boy thoughts seemed to be eluding me, right at this hour of need. "Sit on your vanity stool dear while we put your stockings on." this controlling woman said. "I've got socks in my bag, why can't I wear them." I asked trying to force the boy back to live. "Any more talk back and you'll be getting another good spanking. Do I make myself clear?" I could only nod my head as I don't want this woman doing what I know she'd love to do again. I sat spinelessly watching as both stocking were roll up ready to feminize my legs. All the time my dick remained standing rigid. I sat quietly offering each leg in turn, watching as the stockings were worked slowly and gently up encasing each leg. Once fastened to the three suspender tabs on each I was invited to stand and admire. Oh! How wonderful they felt, it was like being sheathed in beautiful silk. But even a better feeling was to come as I moved the pull between suspender and the stocking was electric. If I didn't have a stiff cock already, I sure would have by now. As much as I hate saying it, but I have to say, "These feel so amazing." I couldn't stop moving around just for the thrill of the pulling between suspender and stockings. "I think Sissy is in love with its stockings." nanny said smiling to me. I never gave her the pleasure of hearing a reply. Back beside the cot I watched as these irresistible large type satin panties were held before me. I had to ask what they were being so long in the legs. Then to be told, "These are Pantaloons dear aren't they just the prettiest of panties for a sissy to wear?" she informed me. To be honest I couldn't take my eyes away from them, knowing they will soon be embellishing my body, even though I had never heard of such things before. They were of the same fine white satin with a good two inches of fancy lace around each gathered in leg openings. To the side of each just above the lace sat an equally lovely bold bright pink satin bow letting its streamers hung to the edge of the lace, another just as pretty pink bow sat sweetly in the centre at the waist. Noticing the inspired look on my face nanny asked, "Does Sissy like its beautiful panties?" "Yes they are so pretty, can I please hold them before putting them on?" God!!! Again I have come to admit too some kind of sissiness. "I knew you would love these, they are gorgeous aren't they. To think you'll have so many more beautiful panties to wear from now on." as she handed them to me with a smile. My heart rate increased rapidly, I felt a twitching of my already stiff pulsating cock, Oh no!! Looking down I could see a streak of clear boy fluid hanging from my piss slit. As I tried putting my hand in front of it ready to wipe off and savour this delicacy. She of the Third Reich was watching like a hawk, "I wouldn't even think of touching my Pee-pee if I were you Sissy!" Pulling the panties quickly from me dropping them back on the cot, she went to the vanity only to return holding a couple of tissues. I went to take them knowing what they were for, but no, "Put those hands at your sides as I've instructed you Sissy." she said while slapping them away. Oh how humiliating to have this woman wipe off such a tasty morsel, only to discard it to the waste basket. "Would you like to hold them again before we put them on your sissy bottom?" I was asked. "Oh yes please nanny." I said shyly, but ever so anxious to have them in my hands once again. Holding these delicate panties ever so daintily, like they were the most fragile thing I've ever held, resting them against my face, feeling there angelic softness. Even with this woman watching, I couldn't stop myself from offering little kisses over them, while letting my fingers fondle all over this divine satin article of feminine underwear. Handing them back with a smile as well before offering my body to be encased in them, but not before my pee-pee had to have a thin rubber rolled along its length. "We don't want to make little messes on our lovely pantaloons, do we darling?" I found myself agreeing with her again saying, "No I don't they are so beautiful aren't they?" With these panties now on, I looked in the mirror to see the lace finished about a couple of inches above my knees, the two inches of lace sat ruffled at the elasticized leg openings. The pretty bows looked so very sissy like, hopefully no body outside this house will ever see them on me. "Don't we look so pretty now Sissy?" asked this smiling woman beside me. "I don't want to look a pretty sissy; I'm a boy and NOTHING else." I tried again to get into her thick head, although I did inwardly cherish the image along with the delicate touch on my body. Now sheathed in all this exquisite underwear, I watched as nanny took Cindy from her bassinet then gave her to me saying, "Hold Cindy sweetly in your arms Sissy while I take a couple of photos." So delighted to be holding my Cindy lovingly in my arms, it didn't dawn on me what nanny had said till the flashing of her camera shone. "Oh no please don't take photos of me like this nanny, what if someone else sees them?" I plead. "Cuddle your doll to your face and give her a lovely kiss the way we know you like to do?" Why did I do it and smiling happily while doing so? After putting the camera to the side she put the lovely dressing gown back on me, "We don't want to get cold dear while I work on your nails." I had to sit patiently at this very girly vanity again. A mirror with six small lights around it, hung behind. The whole unit festooned in white lacy curtains, over soft pink satin drapes beneath. The white polished bench top held a few bottles of nail vanish, along with hairbrush and a spray bottle of perfume. Thankfully I didn't see any girls' makeup on the vanity, watching while this woman went to work painting my fingernails, telling me to take note as I'll have to keep them nicely painted from now no. I blushed as she had to reaffirm to me yet again. "Only a real sissy like yourself would keep its nails perfectly manicured, isn't that true?" I couldn't answer, I know I'm always using the nail file on them, I could never understand why some always keep their nails cut right down or worst of all, bite them, I'm sure that doesn't make me a sissy, does it? In no time my nails were in a lovely shade of 'Cherry Blossom' Even without being told I raised my painted nails to blow my hot breath over them to help the drying process in doing so I must have held my fingers in a very feminine manner admiring the lovely shade she had painted them as hawk-eyes stated, "What sort of boy would love wearing nail polish then sit to admire them in such a girly way, none only a sissy would." which made me blush as I dropped my hands quickly without saying a word, but they did look nice in a boyish way, because I am a boy! "Before we go any further Sissy I'm going to pierce your ears so you can wear stunning earrings, won't that be lovely? Don't worry it won't hurt it'll all be over in the matter of seconds." she said holding the small piercing gun. "I've wanted my ears pierced for a while now but could never afford the studs I liked." I happily informed her. "Well I think you will love these and you can wear little trinkets from them till your lobs are healed. Then there'll be no end to the darling rings you'll be wearing." I was told with a smile. Sitting patiently while she wiped some antiseptic stuff over each lob, then bingo!! One then two ears were done. Looking in the mirror I liked what I saw one inch round gold rings hanging sweetly from each ear, was about to say how nice they looked. But she wasn't finished yet, oh no next a small mark went to the left side of my nose, realizing what she is about to do I quickly made it known, "I don't want my nose pierced only girls have studs in their noses, not boys. Anyway how could I wipe or pick my nose with a stud sitting in there?" I am beginning to believe this woman must be completely deaf as she doesn't seem to hear much of what I say. Next thing she just turns my head sideways without even asking mind you, not even time to blink and there sat one small diamond stud in a gold setting. "Now don't they all look beautiful Sissy? Just be careful not to touch your nose stud and keep it clean around there won't you?" she said while admiring her handiwork. "How can I blow my nose with that in there, I know I'll blow it out." I told her, looking at my ear and nose stud they did look rather cute in a way, even if the earrings aren't the sort I wanted. "You can blow your nose the same way you do now or do you want me to do it for like I have done at times?" I'm sure she likes treating me as a little child. Once stripped of my lovely dressing gown. Yes I know, but it felt so proper over my exquisite lingerie. My mouth dropped open, seeing what came from the wardrobe and drawer to glorify my 'MALE' body next. "I can't wear them, this underwear is bad enough, where is my bag of clothes?" I argued. "These are all yours whether you like it or not Sissy. You have nothing else yet, so come along till I get you dressed. Firstly let's put a little Elegant Rose perfume on you, sissies love smelling of beautiful perfume don't they?" Taking the bottle from the vanity, I received a squirt either side of my neck, along with the underside of both wrists. Without thinking I raised my wrist to smell the fine fragrance. A big smile sparkled from my tormentor, "Don't you smell beautiful now Sissy?" I didn't answer; I couldn't give this woman the satisfaction of knowing I do like the smell. Because I'm not a sissy!!! "I do have other clothes; you've been into my case getting things out of it already, so why can't I have my own shirt and trousers to wear?" I firmly asked. "You love wearing your silky lingerie don't you, just wait and see how gorgeous you look wearing this equally pretty blouse and pants I have for our Sissy." She said standing steadfast before me. I knew I had no option but to give into her, yet again!! An off white chiffon blouse with glistening organza ruffles covering the front was held out waiting ready to be slid over my head, "Hold your arms up dear so I can feed them into the sleeves?" As I did so I realized I was trapped and at this woman's mercy, unable to undo the buttons as they were fastened by four buttons at least two-thirds the way up the back. The wide soft collar embroidered around the edge in a bold design which screamed out SISSY to all. The full length puff sleeves buttoned on a narrow cuff, which in turn had three inches of fancy lace hanging over them. Yes it did look lovely, but on a girl not on me, cause I'm a boy and boys don't wear shirts all fancy like this, wanting to look pretty, do they? I never had a chance to voice my protest, as the next think a pair of short pants are being held in front of me, I looked at them open mouthed, thinking I can't wear those things. Try as I did to voice my displeasure to what I'm being forced to wear; only brought a threat of a severe spanking to what I've already had this morning. Still feeling the affects of earlier I decided the well being of my rear took priority right now, reluctantly I stepped into these stupid childlike pants. They are of the same off white colour only of a slightly heaver synthetic silky fabric. Unlike proper boys' pants, these have a sailor-boy style flap opening with two covered buttons either side. Instead of a belt there were four wide loops in which a deep yellow satin sash got threaded before being tried off in a big bow at the rear. The fringed ends hung almost to the hem of the pants, again crying out, look at the SISSY!!! Not quite finished, nanny got down pulling the lace of my pantaloons so they sat sissy like below the pants along with the bright pink satin bows. Telling me I must make sure the lace is always showing sweetly below my pants. As I went to put my hand into the pocket, only to find there is none. "I can't wear these they don't have any pockets in them, where can I put my hanky and things? What when I want to go to the toilet in a hurry, trying to undo all this stuff?" I protested. "You'll have a little purse for your hanky, when you need to use the bathroom remember you tell nanny I need to Tinkle or do Wee Wees." she said straight faced. Standing back looking at me with a wide smile on her stern face, she took great delight in telling me to look in the mirror to see how pretty I look so far. 'So far' what next is she going to put on me I was thinking? Turning to face the mirror I was shocked, all I saw was one very sissy looking boy named Toby, I think. Even though the clothes felt so delicately soft they made me look so feminine, even the new earring made me look more girly now, not to mention my painted nails. "I can't wear these things; I look more like a girl wearing these. Look at all these frills and the lace and those stupid bows hanging below these equally stupid short pants, not forgetting the cuffs of my shirt." as I flicked over my front. "No darling you don't look like a girl, you look just what you are, a beautifully dressed sissy. You're not wearing a shirt either by the way, it is a blouse my dear, sissies like you wear blouses. Come now let nanny finish dressing you, time is moving on." as she put her hand out to me. I couldn't take my eyes away from what looked back at me. "See you can't even stop looking at how beautiful you look." she couldn't resist saying. Quickly I turned from the mirror offering nanny my hand as she led me back to the vanity stool. "Sit there a minute dear while I put your lovely socks on." I'm sure she's doing all this slowly to prolong my humiliation. Even without being told I automatically raised the sash before sitting, what is happening to me why did I do that? "Why do I have to wear socks, I've got these stocking things on, isn't that enough?" I asked. Only a smile came my way as I sat on this lambs wool covered stool. A pair of short white ankle socks were put on my feet, followed by two inches wide lace garter things that stood straight out and threaded with a half inch wide yellow satin ribbons tried in a sweet bow to the side. "I've told you how many times you wear and do what you're told Sissy. Or is the clothes brush the only thing you understand?" As I was about to stand thinking all is finished. "Not so quick Sissy." she said. Taking a good two inch wide yellow satin bow with about five inch streamer hanging below, which was attached to what looked like a small comb, I watched in disbelief as she attached it to the crown of my head after firstly spraying sweet smelling hair spray over my hair. I dare not ask what sort of a sissy she is trying to turn me into. "Doesn't the bow look just the prettiest ever for a sissy?" I got asked, but no reply parted my lips. I could only look in disbelief, to now see her holding a pair of black spiky high heel shoes. "I can't wear those things; they are for girls not boys. And look at the size of those heels, how can I stand in them, what if they don't fit me anyway?" trying to sound defiantly strong. "These are for you to wear Sissy whether you like it or not, they are your size so come along and let me put them on you. Or do you want my clothes brush across your backside first?" On hearing that offer, I offered one foot at a time as she slid my feet into them, damn they did fit perfect. Oh this is where the fun begins, as I tried to stand in them. "Not so quick sissy let me take a nice photo while sitting sweetly at your vanity." then I had to stand as she clicked off some more photos, at least I was given Cindy to hold in a couple of shots. "These heels are far too high for me to stand in, I suffer from that phobia when I up high, and look I can't stand straight in these things anyway, I'm falling forward in them. Don't you know boys legs aren't made to wear this sort of shoe, how can you expect me to walk in these, I can hardly breath up here?" I asked not able to move in fear of falling flat on my face. "It won't take long to get used to them; these are five inch heels best for helping you learn to walk in a proper sissy fashion. Stand straight little steps at a time," she said trying to convince me, not hearing a word I was trying to get into her head. "I can't stand straight my leg muscles won't stretch any further or they'll rip off whatever they are attached to under there." as I stood in great fear of ending up face down on the floor. With nanny's help and after a few near misses, we finally finished back in the same room I had breakfast in earlier. I see now why the handrail partway along one wall as I was led towards it. "Hold onto the rail dear and slowly walk along in little steps, one foot just in front of the other as you go, then turn and come back. Keep doing it till you start feeling comfortable." she said. "I can't I feel all shaky already I'll fall I know I will." I said holding on tightly to this rail. "If you fall just get up and start again, the sooner you start the quicker you'll master your heels. As I said stand straight, little sissy steps, your left arm at your side bent at the elbow and a limp wrist." she said standing back watching not caring the slightest about my well- being. In fear I began one tiny step followed by another, without falling I made it to the end of this rail, which would be about 15 metres. By the time I completed the return trip plus a couple of falls my legs and ankles were in agonising pain. Try as I did to convince this sadist that my legs were about to break off if I didn't stop, only she'd have none of it, "It's only in your mind and your muscles getting used to being worked." she informed me. "But I don't want them to get used to being worked like this. I am happy with them the way they are and they are happy to stay the way they are. Plus my mind could be on other things." I tried telling her. Again she would have none of it, only the threat of punishment if I didn't start moving. This is punishment I thought as I slowly kept putting one foot gently a couple inches in front of the other. After a while I noticed I was taking each step with more confidence. It was also noted by her that must be obeyed, as she placed a chair a few feet out and told me to sit for a few minutes, saying, remember to lift my sash before sitting so I don't sit and crush it. The thought of sitting had me taking those few steps without holding the rail. With my mind fully concentrating on walking in these heels, it wasn't till now that I noticed the wonderful erotic sensation taking place between my stockings and suspender belt that being in heels created. "See you can do it easily Sissy once you put your mind to it, when you get up I don't want you holding on this time." "My legs are still aching; I don't think boys muscles are made for this sort of treatment." I tried to convince her again, all to no avail. Soon after mastering my walking in this sissy fashion, even with arms at my sides, elbows bent and wrist hanging limp. The next exercise after watching nanny demonstrate is to curtsy. "But why do I need to do this, whoever does this sort of thing these days." I tried to make her realize and bring her into the modern world. "Sissies have to curtsy to their superiors at all times, so the sooner you learn to do it properly the better. Now look in the mirror and follow me." "I'm not a sissy, I'm a boy!! Just because you've put these stupid clothes on me doesn't make me a sissy!!" I said standing firm. "Start walking around the room the way you have been doing, I'll be back in no time." she sounded quite serious as she left the room. Returning soon after with what looked like and was the solid clothes brush in hand. "Walk over to me Sissy!" she ordered in a stern no nonsense tone. Standing nervously before her my head bowed knowing what is about to happen. Quickly I thought I'd get in first, for some reason I knelt before her apologising for my ungrateful outburst saying. "I don't know why I said those words as I really love my pretty clothes. Please nanny have mercy on me, I do want to me good." keeping my head bowed the whole time. "Stand up and bend over the chair, I know you are sore and sorry, but an outburst like that can't go unpunished so let this be a little reminder to you." this sadistic woman ordered. Fortunately my pants and panties weren't taken down as I bent over the chair holding on firmly to the seat, waiting. One, two, three, four, five, six strokes via the back of her clothes brush landed solidly over my backside. I didn't even cry this time or have I just run out of tears already. "Now kneel and thank Nanny for being so compassionate." she had the audacity to say. I did with great relief, promising to do the best curtsies ever. I stood in front of her holding the hem of my pants the way she showed me then slowly put my right foot slightly behind the left. Then following nanny, bending my knee and tentatively lowered my body in a small curtsy. After following her lead a few times I had to stand before the mirror and perform by myself, going deeper each time till I achieved a full proper curtsy, even bowing my head while keeping my back straight. Yes there were a few or should I say lots of falling as I progressed. Even in these five inch heels I was beginning to walk straight, taking little sissy steps quite comfortable. Next it was walking the length of the room as I got to the mirror I had to face the mirror curtsy while saying "I've always been a pretty Sissy." with a look on my face to show how I mean it. I don't know whether it was the apple juice, those pills or whatever else she gave me this morning, but somehow I'm beginning to think I am nothing but the sissy nanny has been drilling into me this is what I am. "Seen as you've done so well dear we'll put your lovely slippers on, then walk around the room a couple more times." a happy nanny said. What a great relief to sit and have these heels removed and replaced by something a lot more comfortable. As I stood I could almost hear my legs crying out thanking me for the removal of those heels. Of course nanny had another little exercise to perform, yes she handed me a small drawstring purse to put over my left wrist, telling me to make sure as I curtsy not to let my purse slip from the wrist. After a couple of mishaps I managed to take the hem of my pants and curtsy deeply without letting my purse slip saying "I love being a pretty Sissy." each time. It came with even greater relief when she said I can have a break for some lunch. Only I had to change back into these heels for the walk back to my bedroom. As we were about to leave this room I asked if I could use the bathroom. "What for dear." nanny said. "I want to have a pi ... I ... I want to do wee wees please nanny." remembering just in time. "That is better, come along then and nanny will get you ready." This time I didn't have to hold hands, instead I had to walk in the most sissy like fashion, holding my little purse between my thumb and forefingers, with both wrists hanging limp. Even with the toilet so close, walking in these little sissy steps I was just hoping we get there in time, it was with great relief that we did. Now I had to stand while nanny untied the sash lowered my pants and pantaloons, even removed the rubber from my now deflated penis before helping me sit. In doing so telling me to sit up straight and hold up the blouse so not to let it get wet. All the while standing over me watching, soon as I'd finished there she was holding a wad of toilet paper ready to take hold of my penis pulling back my skin to pat me dry saying, we must pat ourselves dry down there. Another none lubricated rubber got rolled over my deflated penis and balls this time, so not to soil my lovely panties. Back in the bedroom I got asked if I would like to hold Cindy while she gets some food ready for me. I was so delighted that I almost gave her a cuddle while thanking her, saying I would love to play with Cindy and couldn't wait to pick her up. In no time I had Cindy in my arms cuddling and kissing her like a long lost friend. Walking towards the armchair about to ask if I could sit in it with Cindy, I suddenly noticed the smile on nanny's face, as if to say "Now tell me who isn't a sissy, go on say it?" my face went red knowing what she is probably thinking. "It isn't what you think nanny, I'm not a sissy, it's just that she's so pretty." again making a mess of trying to explain the unexplainable in her eyes. She said nothing, just a smile before leaving the room. Sitting comfortably in the armchair making sure not to sit back crushing the sash while holding Cindy like I've seen girls doing talking to their dolls. I started telling Cindy all about my morning, yes the good and not so good, asking if she liked having her photo taken with me, showing her my lovely earrings even the nose stud. At least it made me think of what I seem to be becoming, some sort of sissified person, not knowing whether I'm still a boy or turning into a pretty girl. At times I want to fight whatever is happening, then I'm loving the beautiful clothes I'm wearing, the smell of my perfumed body, having a doll all of my own. Everything I seem to do or think now is saying Toby you're nothing but a Sissy, Toby you're nothing but a Sissy. I must ask nanny what is going to happen to me. I was beginning to think she had forgotten about me, as she had been gone for sometime. "Put your doll back in her bassinet now, then come and have some lunch." were her only words. "Nanny can I ask you a question, please?" I guess this could be a good time, seen as she's been pleased with my progress in heels this morning. "What is it you want to ask dear?" "What is happening to me, I just don't know what I am any longer? I'm a boy, my name is Toby, but you seem to only call me Sissy and treat me more like a girl than a boy?" "As I said before all will be revealed when you meet your Mummy, now come along and have some lunch Sissy." was all the response I got with the emphasis on Sissy. After kissing and putting Cindy comfortably back in her bassinet, we headed out to have lunch. One good thing about wearing these high heels is I don't have to hold hands as we go from room to room. OK. I have to take little steps and hold my arms in this silly sissy fashion for her. Once we arrived in this room that seems to be used for everything, I noticed on the table sat one sandwich cut into four long fingers, either side of the plate sat a knife and fork. Wonderful at last I'm going to have something decent to eat, but still a glass of milk, as it sat there waiting. "Sit nicely now dear while I put this napkin over you, we don't want to spill anything on our lovely clothes do we?" again this napkin is more like a diaper than anything else. As I sat in my normal fashion I quickly got told in no uncertain terms, "That is no way for a sissy to sit at a dinner table, look at your lovely sash, lift up and sit forward properly like the sweet sissy you are, table manners are most important dear." After a little demonstration of how I must lift my sash sideways before sitting. Yes sit up straight, legs together and bent a little to the left from the knees, arms to my side, elbows off the table. Once satisfied my 'napkin' went over my front to be tied behind my neck, in the same way a mother would do to a small child, yet I'm a seventeen year old boy for goodness sake. Looking at what sat before me to eat, I was shocked when told to take up the knife and fork. In doing so nanny showed me how I must hold them in a more graceful manner than I used too. From there I had to cut the narrow strips of sandwich into small mouth sized bites. Next it was using the fork to feed these little morsels daintily into my mouth, chewing on them with a closed mouth remembering I'm a sissy not some 'uncouth tomboy' as nanny put it. "This will take forever eating like this on one little sandwich. Why do I have to wear this silly big diaper if I just have to eat a sandwich?" I asked in despair. "It might seem silly now, but you're to learn these sophisticated ways of a sissy which you seem to be lacking. You wear the napkin because you are told to and you won't want to spill anything on your lovely clothes will you my dear." I was informed. With my meal of one sandwich finally eaten, I now had to drink my milk. Again I asked why can't I have some coffee instead of always milk. On hearing the same reply about my protein I decided to enquire why I need protein. "Because of your mood swings and tantrums since you've been here shows that you must be lacking something. So the protein and this little vitamin pill will help you settle down." as she was holding this little white pill ready for my mouth, a glass of water in the other hand. "I'm not having mood swings or tantrums; I just want to know what is happening to me!" "See what I mean dear, now open up and take this down." I had no choice cause I know she'd push it in anyway. After taking it I had to open my mouth to let her look and feel around in there. "Just making sure it's all gone, you'll notice a lot of improvement in no time dear." she said. "We'll do a little more walking and I want to see lovely deep curtsies each time you get to the mirror. Then I'll show you how to sit in the most refined sissy manner." I was told. Thankfully I only had to walk a few more times around the room curtsying, only this time saying "I am the prettiest of sissies" or "I've always been a pretty sissy." each time I got to the mirror. "One thing my dear, nanny doesn't have to teach you how to speak in a nice soft feminine voice, you have a natural sissy voice already haven't you?" she said with a big smile, as to say 'you know that don't you'. With that she placed one of the chairs on the rug then proceeded to show me how I must always sit. Knees together with legs slightly turned to the left, I must always sit up straight with my hands resting daintily one over the other on my lap. Sitting at a meal table I'm never to rest my elbows or lower arms on it, if anything only my wrists and I've shown you how to use your knife and fork in the proper manner, nanny went on. "Now Sissy I want to see you walk towards the chair offer me a lovely curtsy saying 'I know I've always been and love being a pretty sissy.' before sitting sweetly on it. Once you have that mastered we'll do the same at the table." I was informed. I'm sure the milk and pills I'm given repeatedly is a means of controlling me, as I seem to become quite docile and obedient to her every demand once I've been given them. Like training a new puppy, I stood walked down the room a little way, turned and walked back curtsying to nanny saying "I know I've always been and love being a pretty sissy." before sitting checked also to see the lace of my pantaloons is showing below my pants and sash flicked out so not to sit on it. It wasn't long before I was sitting at the table, given a knife and fork to show I hadn't forgotten what nanny had not long before taught me. As well how to hold my glass and hopefully soon a cup in a dignified manner, all the while wearing my high heel shoes with no stumbling at any stage. "See dear how quickly you took to sitting in a proper sissy fashion, I'm so pleased with you. It just shows how much of a sissy you have always been." to show her delight she gave me a lovely warm hug. Something so unexpected that I couldn't help but thank her for and wanted it to last a little longer as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I know I found it so easy and comfortable to sit as I did, even playing with the lace on my cuffs in doing so. Am I really so much the sissy nanny is telling me I am? At times I think I must be or why would all this sissiness come so easy to me. End of Chapter 3