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Waking up to a New Life. Ch 5. By Matthew. I woke to the sound of nanny wishing me a good morning, while asking if I had a lovely sleep. Turning to face her, I suddenly realized the restraints were no longer holding my wrists secure, the earplugs no longer attached to my ears. But for some unknown reason I was still being tormented by that woman's voice reaffirming "I'm an effeminate sissy and always have been," Offering a warm smile I found myself asking, "Can I have a cuddle please nanny?" raising my arms from under the duvet in hope. "Certainly you can Sissy," as she lowered the side of my cot. Quickly I sat ready to embrace her as her hands came to take me into a lovely warm embrace. I felt her hand caressing over my back at the same time a soft kiss landed on the side of my head. Just this little closeness made me feel wanted, even loved if I can ever be loved. The smell of her perfume held me even closer; I didn't want to let her go. "This is so nice dear I trust you had a beautiful sleep with lots of sissy dreams?" she asked. "Sort of, I kept hearing and seeing images of a woman, I don't know if it was my mother or not, was it?" I asked. "What do you think Sissy?" was all she said, I didn't know what to say, so continued on about what I was hearing and kept seeing. "I still keep seeing these images of pretty sissies and lots of beautiful clothes, they looked so lovely nanny, I ... I uumm ..... I wanted to be dressed like them. Also I had a we accident, I really couldn't help it, I wasn't even touching my peepee, it just happened, really it did." "So this is the reason for wanting a cuddle is it? Trying to hide your disgusting behaviour, well it won't work you filthy little sissy, now get up and into the bathroom. To think I even let you sleep in longer this morning," the softness of her voice now well gone. "Really nanny I couldn't help it, I really couldn't my balls were so full and it just came out, I was looking at all the beautiful clothes and the sissies wearing them," hoping she would understand. "A sissy doesn't have balls only boys and men have them and you are neither. A sissy has little cherries, now up and into the bathroom?" was the response I got. Standing beside the cot while stepping into these fluffy slippers I could feel the weight of one very wet diaper. It would serve her right if it falls off on the way making a mess over this thick carpet. There again no, as I would more than likely get an early morning spanking for it. Entering the bathroom straight away she stripped me of this pretty girly pyjama top. Why did I have to ask if I could hold it for a minute, in turn nuzzle it against my face offering little kisses in doing so before handing the top back. "I see why you wanted to wear your pyjamas Sissy; they are such darling wee things for a sissy to wear aren't they?" Oh why did I have to do that, "These aren't my pyjamas, these are girly things," I said but knowing I'm defeated and feeling more a sissy than anything else. "Now lie on the floor Sissy flower while we remove your pretty panties and diaper." Lying there I feel so much like a child being stripped, even to having my butt wiped with a couple of baby wipers. Opening the wet diaper she noticed what could only of been the cum marks, in a frenzy she asked, "How did this get here?" "I told you I couldn't help it, really I couldn't, I wasn't even able to touch my cock.... prick ... I mean my Peepee. All these sissy things kept flashing in front of me all night. They looked so adorable I wanted to be with them, then somehow I got a stiffy and I just shot my load. Honestly I didn't mean to nanny, but it's been so long since I ....... uummmm you know. Please don't punish me for it will you?" I said repeating myself and praying like hell she wouldn't. "Get up you filthy little thing and over the bath while I give you your enema." I decided silence and obedience the safest option for my well-being so early in the day, as I bent over to take what is becoming my daily clean- out. Fortunately it was nothing like the first enema she gave me yesterday, then it was clean my teeth before going to discharge whatever. Returning to the bathroom to the lovely smell of bath oils, so different to what I've just left behind. Nanny was sitting on the small stool beside the bath waiting my return. "Well Sissy you are going to have to learn not to let that little thing control your little sissy brain and the sooner you do the better," she informed me, while pointing towards her lap indicating that's where I'm to lie. Should I try again to plead my case, on second thoughts I know she's going to punish me no matter what I say. Oh to have a sadist for a nanny, so obediently I placed myself over her knees ready for what is to come. "Take this as a little warning Sissy, we won't have any more messes from that thing. Sissy will see and wear lots of beautiful clothes all the time from now on, so we can't have this disgusting behaviour because of it. Your Peepee isn't for you to play with so get that into your sissy head," Without another word her bare hand rained down firmly on one then the other butt cheek at least she hasn't got the clothes brush this time, well seems her bare hand can deliver just as painful a stinging blows. I'm sure the more I squealed, begged, then cried the harder they became till she was satisfied my butt was red enough to start the day. The bathing which followed was just as painful and humiliating. This time my cock didn't want to shrivel up as it has done in the past on being with this tormenting witch. Consequently giving nanny much delight in telling me what a submissive sissy I must be for getting so aroused while being punished. She would flick my knob with her finger all to no avail it just stood firm, I could do nothing about it, wasn't even allowed to touch it. But for some reason it seemed to look thinner and not quite as long, or is it the fear of this woman that it won't stand as proud. I'm sure she gets turned on by washing my cock, pulling the skin back as far as it can go using a cotton bud to clean around the base of my gland head, then helping it slid slowly back to again cover the sensitive knob. But this time having an erection gave her something to wrap her hand around while pulling the skin back and forth. I wanted to ask if it excited her playing with a boy's dick, but for my backsides safety I thought better of it. After pat drying my whole body she put on a pair of latex gloves then sprayed a fine mist solution all over my body saying this is to terminate any further hair growth, so my body will stay lovely and soft. Next she took a soft cloth soaked in the same solution and wiped it over my face in the same manner as she did yesterday. The more I tried telling her I didn't want to be hairless the more she told me I had no say in the matter, along with pointing out how I loved the silky touch of my pretty clothes yesterday once all this nasty hair had been removed. To that I had no answer because I did love the soft sensual touch of my camisole and blouse, yes how can I forget my divine pantaloons, stockings as well. A short lavender chiffon robe was draped over my shoulders and tied in a lovely bow under my chin, with a stern warning not to let my hand wander from my sides as she blow dries my hair while this stuff dried on my body. Thankfully it didn't take long, with the hair drying also over, the robe was removed then she went to work massaging the hormone cream gently over each breast area. I still don't know why, but I love having her doing this and I'm sure my nipples are getting more sensitive each time she does it. One slim naked body now offered free access to use a large fluffy powder- puff to apply Elegant Rose talcum powder lavishly from neck down to my enthused genitals which seemed to get an even greater coating. "Now lift your arms Sissy while I put your lovely deodorant on you," she said holding the roll on. "Why can't I do this myself? I'm not useless you know? Plus I'm sure Sissy isn't my real name!!" I said looking straight into her face, my arms still hanging downwards. By the look on her face I realized I've made one big, big mistake in questioning her, yet again!! "What is the real name then Sissy?" she asked harshly. For some reason I couldn't think what my name is, after a while saying, "I don't remember what it is nanny," as I kept trying to think of what it was. she said nothing, just took each arm in turn raising it high, with deodorant applied it was ungraciously let fall. Holding my hand we headed silently back to my bedroom, while still trying to think what my name is, all I seemed to hear was my name is 'Sissy'. Entering my room the first thing I did was to look over at Cindy's bassinet in hope she had been returned to her rightful place, but no. "You don't think your doll will want to come back to a filthy minded disobedient Sissy do you?" I said nothing; she shouldn't have seen were I was looking anyway. "Now stand still while we put your lovely underwear on Sissy!!" she said with emphases on Sissy. I watched as she took this beautiful turquoise satin camisole, suspender and pantaloons, each item adorned with fine white floral lace which hung a good couple of inches around the hem of the camisole and each leg opening of this pantaloon. At the waist of the pantaloon and where the shoulder straps joined the camisole inch wide satin bow in a darker turquoise sat prettily. As I stood in camisole and suspender nanny rolled these fine tan nylon stockings up each leg, I know I shouldn't be thinking this because I'm really a boy. But I truly loved the way the stockings felt, the teasing pull against the suspender, the responsive silky touch of the camisole against my soft hairless body. I couldn't stop myself from lightly stroking over my breast area for some reason; looking in the mirror I knew I want to wear these divine girly things more and more. Finally these adorable pantaloons were offered for me to step lovingly into, but not before I again had to ask if I could please hold them gently in my hands first, knowing I wouldn't survive the rest of the day otherwise. Not able to stop doing all this doesn't mean I'm a sissy does it? "Before we get you dressed in all your pretties dear you can have your breakfast," I was told. Wearing the cream satin dressing gown with the dark brown piping around the edges and these still stupid pink fluffy slippers, at least I wasn't put into those high heels so early in the day. Taking hold of my hand we headed out to this multi purpose room. Sitting on the table waiting my arrival one glass of milk, another small glass of water, I knew what would be coming next that bowl of oatmeal. So I decided it's time I got in first, before she wrapped this diaper over me to make me look like a small child. "I don't want milk or oatmeal for breakfast this morning thank you, can I have a cup of coffee and toast or something else, I'm sick of having what you're trying to force into me," I let be known. Without a word she grabbed me by the hand pulling me back to my bedroom, stripped me of all these pretties things, there I stood naked and very nervous tears came quickly to my eyes as I knew what is in store for me. With clothes brush in hand I got pulled towards the vanity stool. "Now bend over there and don't move a muscle if you have any that is, till I say so, do I make myself clear?" came demandingly like fire from the nostrils of a dragon. In a quiet quivering tearful voice I said, "Yes I understand, I'm very sorry nanny I don't know what keeps coming over me to say what I do." Still trying to make myself comfortable as she began her onslaught over one already painfully beaten backside, telling me once again what an unappreciative sissy I am. I don't remember how many strokes of the brush I received while trying to stay as still as I could while crying like the sissy baby I'm sure they want me to be. Next thing I was lying face up on the floor while nanny readied a diaper, this time with an extra padding between the legs. "Lie over your diaper Sissy," she ordered in the same menacing tone. Obediently I did so without a word still in fear of this nanny witch. Once diapered and covered by plastic panties I was then put into the same cream satin nightie I wore the other night. Between sobs I asked, "Am I going to stay in a nightie all day nanny?" "If you want to be an ungrateful sissy, you can stay in your cot and be the baby you want to act like all day, is that clear?" "I don't want to be a baby nanny, I just don't know what keeps coming over me, I do want to be a good sissy, really I do," suddenly realizing I'm now calling myself a damn sissy more and more. Taking a hanky from my little purse she pat dried my eyes before holding it to my nose telling me to blow, the way she has done a few time before, in turn making me feel so incapable of doing even the simplest of tasks myself. "What do you say Sissy?" she asked with a taunting smile once I'd blown my nose for her. "Thank you nanny for cleaning my nose for me," I knew she was wanting to hear me say. "That's right and see your little nose stud didn't pop out did it?" she said smiling mockingly. Both wrists secured to the sides of the cot, I lay fearful of once again having the earplugs put in. Instead a couple of pillows were placed behind my back helping me to sit upright. Before leaving nanny proceeded in putting a diaper over my front, I suddenly realized what is to come. The state I was in left no room to question, just accept for the sake of ones already beaten backside. "We shall try having our breakfast this way shall we Sissy," this smiling assassin stated. After putting a yellow capsule on my tongue to swallow down with some water, then to check for its disappearance, I could do nothing but let her spoon feed me the now lukewarm oatmeal stuff which took forever via a teaspoon. All the time telling how much better this is for a sissy like myself than other foods. Once finished and now even feeling more like a small child, the glass of milk had been transferred into a baby's bottle with a large size teat, after shaking it a few times she played it over my lips. "Would Sissy like to feed itself or will nanny do it for you?" I tried to take hold of the bottle only to be held back by the wrist restraints. "Stay still dear why nanny loosens these for you, I know how you must like holding your own bottle sweet Sissy," as she went to work freeing both hands. I lay quite contented drinking the milk even having her watching, smiling to me all the while. "Now open wide Sissy and have your little vitamin tablet." "You've just given me a yellow one already nanny?" "Yes but this one is to help you relax more dear," was her reasoning, while placing it in my opened mouth, again her finger scan my mouth to make sure it's gone down. What ever these vitamins are for or is it what's in the milk sure makes me lethargic very quickly. "Wouldn't it have been easier to eat at the dinning table, rather than to go through all this stupidity wasting time? Or do you like being fed and treated like a baby?" "No I don't want to be like a baby nanny, can I get up now I promise to be the best sissy ever?" "Not yet you have a lesson to learn first Sissy," as she was telling me the restraints were being tried back on each wrist, the extra pillows taken from behind my back so I again lay flat. I'm sure she took great delight in arranging my nightie saying how lovely I look in it. I just wish I could see how pretty it looks on me; instead I had to say I was sweating below wearing such a thick diaper under the plastic panties. "I tell you what, I won't put your duvet over you for now, instead we'll put lovely mittens on to keep those sweet little hands nice and warm shall we?" Returning from the chest of drawers holding a pair of bright pink satin mittens with narrow ruffled satin around the edging of each, once on and the thumbs in there own little compartments, she tied each tightly at the wrist in a double bow frustrating any though I might have of releasing them. Next to my horror a pair of equally humiliating bright pink satin booties donned my feet to be tied firmly with big satin bows. "A nice smile for nanny, Sissy," she asked, looking up a flash from her ever present camera. Looking to my hands then feet tears came to my eyes wanting to ask nanny not to make me look like some kind of baby or take photos of me like it. For some reason I couldn't say a word as she now went to work putting ankle straps on me tying each to the foot of the cot, leaving me with very little movement. A lace throw-over was now placed over me to keep me warm while I just lay there helpless. My sleepiness prevented any questioning of my restrained precision. I didn't even notice her putting the earplugs in, but next thing I heard the inescapable sound of the same tranquil music. Opening my eyes looking up towards nanny I could say nothing, but for some strange reason I felt a smile come over my face, as to say I love what I'm about to hear and see it makes me want to be a beautiful sissy. In the now complete darkness of the room I didn't see her leave or was she sitting behind me as she has done. I didn't care; I didn't get upset this time either once the soft surreal feminine voice began talking telling me I am only a sissy, neither male nor female just a girly like sissy. You know you must be one because your Mummy also tells you this is what you are. Why would you get so stimulated on seeing these gorgeous sissy clothes or so enraptured on seeing the sissy images shine before your eyes wanting to touch each one. Only a sissy like yourself would want to do that, isn't that true SISSY? I kept hearing. Listening contentedly to this faint woman's voice, I never noticed the change till Mummy's image began flashing arrestingly before me in much the same way as last time. I wanted to talk to her; I wanted to tell her how much I wanted to be with her again to be her complete feminized sissy. For some reason I now knew I really wanted to be the sissiest sissy to always be dressed like the sissy images that keep flashing before me. To wear these stunning outfits in the lustrous fabrics, smelling of divine perfumes, dressing up and playing with dolls, letting Mummy know how much I love my Cindy. All the while I lay happily in these thoughts, hearing the messages and seeing ravishing images going over and over for I don't know how long. Constantly being told I'll soon forget all of my past because I only want to be the beautiful sissy I know I am for my Mummy. A few times I saw nanny and felt the teat of the bottle being pushed into my mouth ready for me to suck out its contents, which I readily and happily did. "Good morning Sissy darling, I trust you had another lovely sleep, having lots of sissy dreams I bet thinking about all the adorable clothes you've worn so far and can't wait to be wearing again and again forever?" I heard, as the duvet vacated my body letting the cold morning air send shivers through every opening, in turn waking me from what turned out to be a peaceful sleep for awhile anyway. Unable to move, just lying flat on my back with wrists and ankles secured both sides and foot of my cot, still in there mittens and booties. Thankfully the messages had stopped along with all those lovely images that were hovering over me for who knows how long. Suddenly I realized I'm not in my cot now but a real bed, "How did I get in here?" I asked. "This is your new bedroom Sissy," was all the response given. With the removal of my restraints I was able to look around, also realizing it was daylight coming through a window, not from a light above as had been the case until now. Surveying my surroundings the best I could, this whole bedroom is different it seems even more girly, if that could be possible from where I lay. Even the festooned half round canape over the bed was different, a very girlish white satin floral drapes falling down either side to be pulled back and tied sweetly either side by two inch wide deep pink velvet bows. The soft pink satin drape behind the bed was overlaid in a bold white lace; the canape was festooned heavily in rich bold white lace, everything about the bed announced it could only be for a girly girl or in my case a SISSY. I remember in my cot to be covered by a white lace throw-over, now it's an equally girlish pink patterned silk duvet covering my restrained body, the white pillow cases have ruffled edging around then. The bed itself has a white headboard I guess the foot to be the same, looking to nanny I asked, "Where am I, what has happened to my bedroom?" "As I said from now on this is your lovely new bedroom, I'm sure you're going to love being in here. Now let me get your mittens and booties off for you, then after cleaning you up you can have a good look around your new room," she said cheerfully. In a repeat of every other morning her hand went straight over my soaking wet diaper. I couldn't help seeing that imitating smile appear over her face as she squeezed on it. I didn't even feel embarrassed this time knowing where her hand is sitting. "What have we here Sissy, good job we put another thick diaper on isn't it or it would be one very wet mattress on your new bed don't you think? Now come along up we get and get you cleaned up and then we can check out your beautiful new bedroom. You know we've missed a whole day because of your rebelliousness of yesterday. Now that is all in the past isn't it Sissy?" "Yes I really do want to be a good sissy nanny; I don't know why I keep saying some things," I told her yet again. Stepping into my fluffy slippers and about to head towards the door, only to notice it wasn't in the same place, instead I now have two doorways. With much delight I got led to the one which took us into an en-suite, yes my very own private bathroom toilet all in one, well not so private as there is no door to it. I just stood in the entranceway taking it all in, the walls were painted a soft lavender with cherubs and other girly things over the walls or sitting on the windowsill, even the bath had silky silver drapes tied back sweetly at either end. Having a window even though it's a light frosted glass with fancy lace curtains tied back either side, I now know when it's daytime not like the other rooms always having a light on or be in the dark. "Do you like your new bathroom dear?" nanny asked bringing me back to the present. "Oh yes it is lovely nanny and I love all those pretty things on the walls too," I confessed which earned me a warm hug. "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?" In no time my nightie was off I was lying on a fluffy rug having a wet diaper removed being readied for my morning enema. While cleaning my teeth and cleaning my inside out nanny readied my bath, I loved watching all these bubbles developing as the water rushes in knowing I'll soon be sitting amongst them with all the scented oils washing over making me smell lovely. I had to ask nanny when and how I got into this new room, I don't remember coming here. Seems it was sometime yesterday afternoon and to send shockwaves through my entire body, I'm now in a different house also. "Well why don't I remember shifting?" I had to know. "You were given a little injection which helped you sleep peacefully the whole time. Now there is nothing for you to be concerned about. Had you not been so obnoxious yesterday things would have been happened differently, you're here now in your new home so let's get you bathed," was all I got told. As I lay thinking maybe this is why I remember having a deep sleep without watching all those adorable sissy images. I knew not to ask anything else knowing I wouldn't get an answer and don't want to get into trouble again. I happily turned this way or that letting nanny give me a good bath, even watching as she cleaned my peepee nicely before having me turn onto my stomach. Putting her finger into my now "Sissy Pussy" as she called it, saying we must keep it just as clean as everything else. I didn't even offer any kind of protest this time with her finger up there, I just lay enjoying the moment at the same time realizing the stimulating affect it was having on my peepee. I'm sure nanny knew what was happening as she made no attempt to remove it, just stroked gently over a little sensitive thing in there while asking, "Does Sissy love nanny doing this?" I could tell by the tone of her voice she was also enjoying my aroused state as much as I was. "Oh yes nanny it feels so incredible," hoping to hear her then ask if I would like my peepee to be given some relief, but no such luck. Slowly I felt emptiness as her finger slid out, only to be told to turn over again. Oh god what will she say seeing a throbbing peepee standing proud before her. Before turning I said, "Please nanny don't punish me I really couldn't help what has happened to my peepee," in slow motion I turned wishing some of those bubbles had remained to cover what now faced her as I looked in dread of what would be in store. "I see Sissy must likes its pussy being played with?" was all she said with a smile, at least I knew I wasn't about to be punished for having a stiff peepee this time. Once pat dried, sprayed with the hair-retarding stuff, hormone cream rubbed in then finally the sweet smell of talcum powder liberally dusted over my slim sissy body. There was no tantrums this morning as I raised my arms graciously to let deodorant be applied, followed by wrapping a white fluffy towel around my chest area in a way one sees girls and women doing. Again I didn't make any remarks about where it sat, or is it that I'm beginning to realize I am the sissy I've been hearing this quiet seductive voice telling me I am. Without any hesitation I offered my hand happily to be led from the en-suite out to my lovely new bedroom. Nanny noticed the complete change in my whole demeanour as she wrapped me in her arms for a beautiful big hug telling me what a different sissy I am this morning. Yes I did feel so different in every way that I can't really comprehend either at this point. Somehow from when I woke I felt strangely different, a different person, a real proper sissy, sort of. "Now Dear we'll put your pretty underwear on then you can have a good look around your new room, I know you're going to love being in here," nanny said cheerfully. After having a non-lubricated rubber rolled over my peepee, which I was to discover would adhere firmly like a second skin no matter the state of ones peepee. I was dressed in the same ethereal turquoise lingerie I started off in yesterday before I eagerly surveyed this extremely feminine bedroom. The wall covering were a soft pink with lavender and pale blue floral pattern all over it. About a foot below the ceiling one of those white decorative trimming with what looked like fairies sitting on twine went around the room. The furniture was much the same as my other room apart from the vanity which seemed much bigger with a fixed mirror and lighting attached. The floor covering was a lovely thick mottled tan to white, beside the bed another lovely lambskin rug sat, beside the headboard at both sides of the three quarter side bed [which is something between a single and double] sat white fancy looking night stands. Sitting on the dresser and windowsill were lovely figurines of ballet dancers and other cuddly girly animal things. A couple of large paintings hanging on the walls were of sissies looking so ravishingly beautiful, that I couldn't help but stop to admire them, wishing they were of real sissies, as I wished to be like them. "Yes they are beautiful aren't they Sissy?" nanny stated. "Yes they really are nanny," was all I could say smiling to her, but why am I feeling so much a proper sissy all of a sudden. The more I tried to think of what I should be, I only think of being this sissy, like I've always been one, nothing else. Sitting beside the window, one empty little bassinet waiting the return of Cindy, I had to ask nanny of her whereabouts hoping she hasn't been forgotten. No she hasn't but it's up to me to show I can be an obedient sissy then Cindy will want to come back to me. I never thought I would miss having a doll so much. "I really do miss her nanny, and I bet she misses me as well. I promise I'll be the best sissy ever from now on," I said hoping she would have a little softness in her and reunite Cindy with me. "We'll see," was all she said. Going towards the wardrobe anxious to see what surprises it held in store for me to wear, behind the two white sliding doors, only to be told, "We'll look in there after you've had breakfast dear." Wearing a gorgeous full length red satin dressing gown nanny took my hand to lead me down the hallway into a small dinning room, which again was decorated very femininely. Sitting in the most sissy like manner the way nanny had shown me, letting her wrap and tie the diaper over me before feeding myself this bowl of oatmeal stuff in little mouthfuls, after drinking my milk the yellow capsule then white pill followed by water and mouth inspection. All in all I made nanny happy again by having no tantrums and acting the perfect sissy. I couldn't say anything to her about things I thought and wished to be, while watching all those arousing sissy images. Don't want her thinking she's won any battle over me just because I love wearing these sissy clothes, seeing those delightful sissy images, feeling inside of me that I am also one. "Had you not been so rebellious yesterday you would of had your first ballet lesson by now, wouldn't that of been wonderful Sissy? But now it'll have to wait, maybe in a couple of days." "Why do I need to learn ballet nanny?" I asked but still holding my tongue. "Because it will help in your demeanour, the way a sissy should present itself. You'll learn how to use your hands in soft delicate motions, yes we know you do already but a little more help can't go amiss can it dear? Have you seen any ballet Sissy?" "I can't remember, I don't know," I told her after thinking for a while. "Well this is another thing, you'll learn to walk in a most dainty fashion, one could say like a pretty fairy. So my dear you still have this to look forward to," she said with much delight. "Will this mean I'll have to dance on a stage in front of people?" "No dear this is just good basic training for a sissy like yourself. But at times your Mummy might want to see you dance a little maybe even in front of her friends," I was told with a sweet smile. I also think nanny is wondering about me, because so far this morning I haven't said a word out of place, even acting the proper sissy, thinking of the images still in my head knowing I believe I am just like them. "Remember me saying today is going to be a very exciting one for you? Well we'll get you dressed first then I will tell you the wonderful news," she said cheerfully. I hope it's that I'm getting Cindy back because I miss her so much and I've been extra good this morning in my new room. "Sit at your vanity dear while I get your lovely clothes ready for you." Stripped of my lovely dressing gown I sat anxiously watching while nanny slowly slid one door of the wardrobe open to survey the contents within. I don't know how many outfits are in there, I still haven't been shown what it contains. Turning looking at me then back again, I couldn't take my eyes away from her, so eager to see what is to come out. Still I couldn't stop caressing over one pretty satin camisole which adorned my slim body, all the time making sure my hands didn't roam towards these exquisite pantaloons knowing what might happen and didn't want to upset nanny at this time. Ones mouth just dropped open in delight as I watched nanny turn towards me holding this darling white blouse. As she came closer I spontaneously held out my hands hoping, no begging to hold this fine article in the way I seem to be needing to do with all these scrupulously petite girly things, more to the point knowing I'm to be wearing them. But why am I doing this, has any sort of maleness I ever thought I had abandoned me completely in these hours of great need, leaving only this sissy behind begging to become the absolute Sissy. Yet there seems to be nothing I can or want to do about it, as I took great delight in holding this delicately fine blouse in my hands caressing it lovingly over my face, over my heavenly satin camisole encased chest, little kisses had to follow before handing it gently back to nanny saying how divinely beautiful it is. End of Chapter 5