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Waking up to a new Life. Ch 7 by Matthew. "Darling I want you to listen closely to what I'm going to tell you. Your new ID card has arrived along with your Birth Certificate; I know you'll be so happy now not to be called 'Sissy' all the time won't you dear?" Mother said while smiling charmingly to me, for my part I didn't know what to say or even think for a few seconds. Then it came to me I'm sure I had another name other than 'Sissy' so asked "What is wrong with my real name Mummy?" "What is your so called real name, other than Sissy my dear?" I got asked. Thinking hard as I could 'Sissy' was the only name that would come to mind, I had to softly say, "I don't know all I can think of is Sissy," lowering my head at the same time defeated. In turn a sweet smile came my way. "You know sissies such as yourself are like beautiful flowers who love wearing and being seen wearing the prettiest of silks and satin sissy clothes, smelling of fine perfume and being admired by all, just like beautiful flowers. So what better than to call sissies after lovely flowers and other pretty things. With that in mind the council has decided, a pretty little thing like you should be named 'Lobelia' isn't that an adorable name for you dear? You do know what Lobelias look like don't you darling?" she happily asked. Dumbfounded I just looked at her open mouthed, not a word would come out, while still trying to think of what my name would have been, but still couldn't think of anything other than Sissy! "I don't want to be named after any flower Mummy, why not just keep calling me Sissy like always and why did a council choose a name for me?" "The thing is you don't have any say in the matter Lobelia. Now here is your new ID Card which you'll have to keep in your little purse every time we go out," she said while handing it to me, still not saying why a council picked a name for me. I was mortified thinking of what she just said about going out, surely I won't be going out dressed in all these sissy clothes. Yes I love wearing these beautiful clothes but only at home, not to have people gawking at me dressed like this. Looking at the ID card, not only is my name now Lobelia Campbell, it also says I'm only 15 years old, my sex is Sissy, no not male not female just plain and simply SISSY. In the photo I seem to be wearing makeup with a red bow sitting prominently in the side of my hair, I've never worn makeup or bows in my hair either till now. Questioning Mummy about everything on this ID card she proceeded to show me a larger photo saying that was taken on my 15th birthday three weeks ago, "Don't you remember getting your doll for your birthday dear? So we've given you a little make over for it and put the pretty bow in your hair, don't you look so adorable Lobelia?" The bust size photo I seem to remember it being taken somewhere else, I seem to recognize the bow tie I'm wearing the background also looks familiar for some reason, but don't remember wearing makeup or a bow in my hair. I was beginning to wonder why can't I remember anything now, then what I keep hearing that woman telling me over and over I wouldn't remember anything, I'm only a sissy. Then I got Cindy for my birthday three weeks ago? I didn't think I had her that long, what is happening to me, I can't remember anything any more. "Why does it say I am a 15 year old juvenile? I'm older than 15 aren't I?" "You will be a juvenile till you're at least 21dear that means you won't be able to go out without a chaperon. If you're not fifteen then how old are you?" Mummy asked. Disheartened I finally had to answer, "I don't know." Next I got handed my Birth Certificate, another big shock, mothers name Heather Campbell nothing about a father, sex, male and female crossed out leaving only SISSY. Birth Certificate issued by the District Council of PRISSYVALE. At least I now know where I am, although I don't think I've ever heard of it till now or have I, there are so many things I can't remember anymore. After reading this birth certificate a few times and feeling more confused than ever, even to notice both ID card and Birth Certificate have bar codes on them. I handed it back to Mummy saying, "I don't understand anything anymore Mummy." "I know it must be hard for you at the moment Lobelia, but the sooner you go through puberty the easier everything will be," she told me, but I don't know what puberty has to do with anything. I've been through puberty I even have a throbbing stiffy and full balls right now to prove it. "You see Lobelia this is why you have a nanny to help you go through puberty seen as you're a late developer most girls and other sissies like yourself mature much younger, around the age of twelve. This is why you've been having so many tantrums not realizing what changes are taking place in your feminine body, but I can assure you they'll end soon," she informed me in a matter of fact sort of way. "Plus your nanny is helping you learn to dress and behave in the appropriate manner for a sissy such as yourself, till now you have been treated just like a child, do I make my self clear?" she asked. "I've been through puberty years ago like everyone else of my age has," I said angrily. With that she leaned forward touching firmly over my chest area making me twitch a little as she touched my now sensitive nipples before sitting back saying, "I can't detect any noticeable swelling there. Have you menstruated yet?" was her next unbelievable question. "Menstruated, what do you mean?" looking suspiciously to her. "You know my dear have you had a monthly period yet?" while looking straight into my eyes. "No! Course not only girls' have them, I'm a boy believe it or not," trying to sound offended. "I find that very hard to believe don't you nanny? What would your Cindy say about that, dolls only like girls and sissies playing with them? By what I see and what your nanny has told me, you are one real effeminate Sissy, nothing else, am I right?" Again I felt completely defeated, I do love my Cindy very much, I even love wearing all these gorgeous clothes, even to having nanny bath me in perfumed oils so I smell pretty. Somehow I was beginning to feel astonished by what I'm hearing. Suddenly something just clicked in my head, looking straight at her I asked. "I thought I was going to be your houseboy or something Mummy, not to have a nanny to look after me?" it seemed to just come to me why and how I got here. "Oh Lobelia, my sweet Sissy look at you, you're so delicate you could never be a houseboy. They have to be big and strong, able to do lots of outside jobs, which I'm sure you could never do, a Sissy housemaid would be more in line for someone of your build. Where did you get that idea from anyway? By the letter I've got you say nothing about coming home to be a houseboy. All you wanted is to be with your Mummy who will dress and treat as the proper Sissy you know deep down that you really are. You hated people trying to make a boy out of you, because you know you're not one of them, you finished by asking Please Mummy keep me as the sissy I'm meant to be. That my sweet sissy Lobelia is just what I want to do for you, you know you're not a boy or even a girl for that matter just one unadulterated feminine SISSY. I will let you re read the letter you wrote a little later dear to freshen your memory. Once you've gone through puberty you will realize that, I know it must be hard for you right now," Mummy said. "Let me repeat myself for you dear, as for having a nanny to look after you, well yes young children and some Sissies need to have nannies for a while to make sure they know how to take good care of their feminine bodies. To help them dress in their beautiful sissy clothes and behave in a way sissies, like you should at all times. Let's face it my little sissy flower you haven't displayed anything other than sissiness so far. You adore being dressed in all your exquisitely sissy clothes, don't you? Who can't keep their hands away from holding its doll, what is its name again?" she asked looking straight to me, waiting a reply. "Her name is Cindy, Mummy," I softly replied. "Oh yes that's right, now would a boy who was wanting to be a houseboy, be seen cuddling and playing with a doll like Cindy or want to paint their toenails to match their fingernails, or for that matter get as aroused as you are right now by wearing such beautiful clothes?" "No I guess not," I embarrassingly replied, realizing she has a full view of the outline of my erect peepee, properly can even feel the heat radiating from it. How long has it been now and it just wants to remain standing rigid, maybe it's the pretty bow that won't let it go down. By now I'm extremely confused; I can't quite get a handle on my situation, as the last thing I really remember plainly was sitting in a plane. In one sense I'm frightened, not even knowing exactly where I am. But on the other hand I'm excited, having a doll all of my own to cuddle, wearing girls nighties in such a feminine bedroom. Now smelling of delicate perfume, dressed in lovely clothes standing before Mummy who seems really nice even though I'm beginning to feel trapped. Suddenly tears just flowed from my eyes I couldn't stop crying as I covered my face with my hands. "Come now Lobelia my darling come sit on Mummy's knee like a good sissy," she said helping me stand then sit on her knee, cuddled into her warmth. Stroking over my hair telling me there is nothing to worry about that Mummy is going to take good care of me from now on that I'm going to be the prettiest sissy of them all, wearing clothes like I've seen in those pictures. That it is just this nasty adolescence time I'm going through, once I start my period which shouldn't be to far away I will feel so much better about everything. Life is hard being a sissy isn't it sweetheart?" she said cuddling me in close to her and kissing me on the forehead. "Yes it is Mummy," I answered trying to fight back more tears. Kneeling before Mummy after having my eyes and nose wiped clean for me, I realized with great awareness of how much a sissy I guess I am. Even those few things she has said about me never being able to do heavy work, only girly things, the way I adore wearing these clothes, smelling of lovely perfume. Then I don't know what I wrote to her, maybe I did say I wanted to be with Mummy to be kept as the sissy I have been hearing for so long that I am. Everything has become such a blur over how many days or is it weeks like she said it's been, I don't know, if I could only be cuddling Cindy right now, to take my mind away from it all. Oh God, if I was any sort of a boy would I be wishing for a doll for comfort at this time? I would say not. "Stand up Lobelia my delicate little flower," she asked with a loving smile. I nervously stood, not quite knowing this time where to put my hands. Firstly I checked to see the lace of my panties sat pretty like below my pants. Then my hands began caressing over my lovely blouse, oh if that wasn't saying I am a sissy, I don't know what would. "Yes it is a beautiful blouse isn't it dear?" red faced I nodded my head smiling in agreement. I couldn't take my eyes away from Mummy, she is quite an attractive woman I would say maybe forty. Her pageboy styled collar length fair hair is brushed and sprayed out beautifully to frame her soft fair complexion and elegantly made up face, in turn makes her green eyes shine out superbly. By the way she is sitting plus the heels she is wearing, I would say she stands a little shorter than nanny as for her size well she isn't slim nor is she big built OK lets say of a medium build like size 14 with a 34c breast as a rough guess. Going by the below the knee length light purple with blue paisley pattern seersucker dress she is wearing, around her neck hung a single strand crystal necklace, I would say she loves to look elegantly dressed at all times. With all that has happened to me I don't really know if she is my real mother or not so I had to ask, "Mummy are you my real mother?" "I am your Mummy sweetheart," was all she said with a beaming smile. I could only close my eyes, as Mummy let her hand come towards my pants. A finger teasingly traced along the length of my aroused peepee. Starting at the base feathering slowly upwards till she came to rest at the sensitive gland head, I whimpered a few times stimulated by her delicate touch. "What have we here Lobelia?" as I sensed her looking into my eyes, while leaving her finger circling over my blood filled possible dribbling knob. "I'm so sorry Mummy; it won't go down for me," I told her still with closed eyes and a pounding heart. "That is because you are nothing but a real feminine Sissy, who loves everything that is happening to you. Don't try fighting it; you can't beat what you really are," Slowly the finger wandered downwards again, crisscrossing the outline my pulsating peepee as it went. I hadn't noticed till now that nanny had left us, only to return announcing she has some lunch ready for me. "Go with your nanny Lobelia I'm sure you must be dying for some lunch by now," at the same time she stood ready to embrace me in her arms for a beautiful cuddle, asking if I have a nice kiss for Mummy. Hoping it would be to her lips, but no her cheek was offered, this time it wasn't any quick shy kiss either after which I said "Thank you Mummy," in turn earning me an equally warm loving kiss to my forehead. After offering her another sweet full curtsy and smile, nanny took my hand to take me back upstairs to the little dinning room. On the way neither said a word, my mind was deep in thought so much has happened and been said. Trying to think what I really am, studying myself the best I can says I am nothing other than the Sissy I've been told for how long now that I am. As I think about leaving Mummy just now, why did I make a point in checking to see the lace of my pantaloons sat right, checking the bow of my sash, the sissy steps I took even the way I hold my arms without nanny telling me? Everything seems to reaffirm the fact, this is all I am, one Sissy! Sitting on the table waiting Lobelias arrival one bowl of oatmeal stuff plus my glass of milk. Without a word of protest I went to sit happily knowing nanny will put that diaper around me before I get started, but no. "Before we sit Lobelia let me put your lovely new pinafore on you," Startled I just looked at her and what she held ready to embrace my body. Yes one white linen pinafore with silky frills around the bib which went up over the outside of the wide collar so they covered my shoulders and some, the ties around my waist were joined in a big bow at the rear, the same frills went across the hemline and little pocket as well. But what did turn my face red was to see "Sissy Lobelia" embroidered in fancy writing boldly across the bodice in lavender announcing who and what I m. "Now isn't this much better than wearing a napkin at mealtimes, having your very own pinafore to wear?" In a way anything would be better than wearing the diaper around you while eating so I said, "Yes it is nanny, but why does it have my name on it?" thinking what if anyone else saw it on me, what would they think of me the only response I got was "It looks so pretty on you dear," why did I bother asking. With the completion of my bowl of oatmeal, which I must say seems quite filling along with my glass of milk, quickly another little white pill followed while being told it's to help keep me relaxed like I've been all morning, only instead of water a small glass of 'bitter' Cranberry juice was offered to wash it down, yes the open mouth inspection followed. I knew not to both questioning the bitterness of the juice, I wouldn't be told so just drunk it down knowing they don't want to kill me. "Now Lobelia we'll go and make your bed ready for tonight and tidy your room a little," not that I had much say in the matter as she took my hand leading me towards my bedroom. "Nanny I need to have a tinkle first," I informed her. Walking pass the bed towards the en-suite I couldn't help looking and offering Cindy a big smile. Once stripped down even my pretty bow removed followed by the skin which really is so different to any other as it just clings to your cock, nothing like a normal rubber that easily rolls off, at least there was no dribbles sitting in there to be discarded as before. I'm still not trusted to do wee wees without a pair of eyes watching over me, at least I was allowed to pat myself dry again before nanny tied the lovely bow back on but no rubber was presented, Wonderful! Sitting patently on the bed waiting my return is one beautiful Cindy, in no time I had her cuddled comfortably in my arms wanting to tell her all about meeting Mummy, only I didn't want to say anything while nanny stood smiling. She thinks I'm a sissy anyway but wasn't going to demonstrate it any further for her satisfaction. "Would you like to put Cindy into another pretty dress for today Lobelia?" I got asked. "Oh yes does she have others?" I asked with great delight, knowing how I would love the chance to dress her up. "Have a look in the bottom drawer of your dresser," I was told. In no time I had the drawer open, my mouth watered as lying there were two other beautiful dresses plus a change of underwear as well as another gorgeous nighty. I knelt like a true girl salivating while choosing which gorgeous dress and lingerie to put on Cindy for today. I chose a lovely emerald green velvet party dress, with peppermint green satin panties and petticoat that showed sweetly below the knee length full skirt. A couple of inches above the skirt hemline a narrow white lace, the same lace was in two close rows across the bodice, finishing the dress off to perfection, full length puff silk sleeves and a lovely off-white silk collar. I also found a sweet matching emerald green clip on satin bow which I placed at the centre of her head. I shouldn't be thinking such things, but whispered softly to Cindy not wanting nanny to hear, "Oh how I would love to be wearing something as pretty," I had become so engrossed in dressing Cindy that when I turned from Cindy's bassinet, to show her to nanny wearing her new lovely dress. I hadn't noticed nanny had the bed made up for me; quickly I thanked her for making it saying, "I just couldn't stop myself from dressing Cindy." "And who says they aren't a Sissy?" giving me a wide smile. Embarrassingly my face went that deep red once again while holding my lovely doll, knowing how much a complete Sissy I must truly be. "Look at your bed Lobelia this is how it's to be made up each morning, the pillows you slept on at the back, then these others sitting nicely in front," I saw what she meant the whole bed did look so femininely made up. Ready for a 'Princess' or is it a Sissy such as me? I was just placing Cindy comfortably in front of the pillows before helping nanny tidy my room, well the en-suite more to the point as hadn't used the bedroom really, when the door opened and in walked Mummy holding a little package in her hand. "Well, well who is that sitting on your bed looking so pretty Lobelia?" she happily asked. Going red faced knowing what she was getting at, about a boy playing with dolls I timidly said, "It is Cindy," as I went to pick her up to show Mummy, in doing so I realized any boy in me has now well given up on being any part of me, I am Lobelia a sissy through and through. Once Cindy had been looked over being told how pretty she looks in her dress I was told to place her back on the bed. By the looks I got from them both I could almost read their thoughts, "Yes our sissy is broken ready to be moulded into the sissy Mummy so desirers. "Lobelia I want to have a good close look at you darling, I haven't seen you since your nanny removed all that nasty body hair. So come here and let me get all these lovely clothes off you, I bet you notice how beautiful your pretties feel now without that unsightly hair, don't you?" "Yes everything does feel so silky smooth on me now, yet I didn't have much hair anyway." "No you didn't and you won't have any ever again my sweet sissy," she positively assured me. Sheepishly I stood watching while Mummy disrobed me of all my pretties, knowing my rod was still standing proud dressed with a darling pink satin bow. In no time she had reached the inevitable distraction in her quest of lowering my beautiful pantaloons. "What do we have here?" she asked while having to pull the waistband out over my protrusion. "I can't help it Mummy it just doesn't want to go down for me," "We know why it won't, don't we Lobelia?" I was again asked via a smiling face. "Yes, properly because I haven't had any relief for such a long time," hoping she would give a helping hand in this hour of need. "No, the reason is because you're a sissy who adores being dressed in all these gorgeous clothes. If you weren't this sissy you wouldn't be standing happily letting me undress you or be happy to wear this pretty pink ribbon around your Peepee, isn't it a lovely bow your nanny tied it in?" "Yes it is pretty and it tickles me down there also," I said, why did I have to confess that to her. Standing almost naked, yes my suspender and stocking were the only items of clothing left on, even to having my shoes removed, well she had to get my pantaloons off didn't she. "Now let's have a good look at you Lobelia," Oh my god her hands started touching all over, tweaking each highly sensitive nipple in turn coursing little arousing squeals to part my hot lips. As she moved on downwards caressing teasingly down each side, I found my fingertips had replaced her hands circling slowly around both taut electrified nipples. My whole body seemed to come alive rejoicing in all my sissiness, I couldn't watch Mummy as I closed my eyes in deep erotic carnal thoughts. Somehow I took one of her hands guiding it to caress over my tummy, I don't know why or was it because I wanted to feel them closer to my blood filled pulsating Peepee. But no she bypassed it, like you would seeing a road closed sign coursing a diversion down some nearby side road. At least my inner thighs received the attention even to going under the tops of my stockings. I could almost hear each pounding beat of my heart as the pleasure was getting to the point of no return. "You look so pretty now Lobelia without that beastly hair don't you think?" I got asked, while removing her hands from my body. God why do people do things like getting one all aroused, then to pull away like she had been caught with her fingers in the cookie jar, I was quite happy for her to have my cookie. "Yes it does look different," as I couldn't tell her how nice it really feels, along with how disheartened I now felt. There seemed a complete lack of interest on Mummy's part to offer the relief I so craved, just said how sweet my peepee looks wearing its pretty bow, that it will be dressed up pretty most of the time from now on making one beautiful sissy, "Won't you love that Lobelia?" she asked. What else could I say but, "Yes I'll love having it dressed pretty," well it does look and feels lovely down there. All my lustful desires had also diminished now Mummy is showing no interest. It's not as if I want her to feast on it, I'm quite adept at doing that myself. Taking up my pantaloons my heart fell broken, knowing any slim thought I might of had to being offer any kindness has now evaporated. I stood ready to wallow in the arrival of satin camisole over my smooth responsive body. But no, as Mummy called me towards her back by the bed, I watched as she opening out the little something wrapped in tissue paper she held in her hand, my mouth dropped open as she presented one girls bra to me. Albeit a very flimsy article but looked exquisite in delicate white satin, each cup was edged in inch wide lace. But I noticed something a little different about it, not that I've seen many girls bras mind you, there was no sort of defined shape where their boobs would sit, just sort of like two triangles joined together each surrounded in frilly fine lace. "Isn't this the most precious article for my sissy to wear Lobelia?" Mummy asked. "No I can't wear that; bras are for girls to wear. I don't have boobs either, I'm a boy," again I tried to make known to Mummy, nanny as well as myself, but to no avail on all counts. "There are a few things a mother gets great pleasure in doing for her daughter at this time in her development, one is to put her daughter into her first training. Then in a month or two help and show her how to sit her little bosoms comfortably into her first proper bra. And you know little sissies are no different," I was informed with a beaming smile, while holding this dainty little thing teasingly before my eyes. "I'm not a girl I'm a boy and don't want to grow bosoms either. So I won't need my first training bra," I said still trying to fight against the obvious, hoping the boy might return strong willed. "Just look at yourself, you're no boy, so get that thought right out of your sissy head Lobelia. Now put your arms through the straps?" as she held each ready to receive my defeated arms. I wanted to hold it in my hands, but knew the response I would get, so stayed silent. Without any resistance on my part my arms automatically rose ready, eagerly waiting this dainty article to be guided gently to its resting place. In no time the little hooks were fastened at the rear, I felt the pulling and tightening of the shoulder straps till it sat comfortable and to Mummy's satisfaction. "Why do I have to wear one of these, I'm not a girl?" I keep trying to make known. "You will need to wear a bra once those little breasts of yours start to develop, look at your nipples already they are developing nicely; don't they feel very sensitive when you touch them? Even young girls wear training bras. Isn't it beautiful?" was her only response. "Now stand back a little so we can have a good look at my Lobelia in its bra." As I did so she and nanny said how pretty I look and they can't wait to see my bosoms filling out the cups. Nanny couldn't resist snapping some photos of me wearing my first bra while I stood sweetly beside Mummy, who in turn took me in her arms for a warm motherly embrace, I could feel her hand fondling over the straps behind while saying how proud it's made her and I'll have so many beautiful bras to wear all the time now. I see no point in trying to argue anything anymore, I've been beaten since I don't know when, and nothing I say will change anything now. I couldn't let it be known but the bra did look and felt amazing, I wanted to touch over it, to tweak my smart nipples through the delicately soft satin. Only that would have told both before me my genuine feelings towards wearing a bra along with all these lavish clothes. I couldn't say it, but I felt sad when Mummy picked up my camisole ready to let slither slowly down over one bra veiled breast, still not giving me a chance to touch this delicately fine article. "We won't put your camisole on now, we don't want to hide your beautiful bra do we Lobelia? It will look so lovely showing under your beautiful blouse." Without saying a word I was so pleased not to be wearing the camisole at this time to hide this new ethereal article of feminine elegance. Now dressed in all my finery, I noticed the bra showed out beautifully if not boldly under the low cut of the chiffon blouse, only if I had little boobs to show off. No I don't, I shouldn't even think like that cause I'm a boy ........ sort of. "When you finish dreaming Lobelia we'll move on, what do you say?" Mummy enquired. "Oh I was just thinking that's all," hoping she didn't want to know what I was thinking about. "Yes you do look lovely wearing your beautiful bra don't you Lobelia? Go on touch it I know you want to feel those sensitive nipples it's covering, am I right?" she asked. Sheepishly I looked towards her then nanny unable to restrain my fingers from caressing lovingly over my new luscious satin bra, in turn sending shockwaves through my tense vulnerable nipples. The sissy thoughts going through my head, I wanted those sissy images I kept seeing to come alive and be apart of me, reaffirming how much I am one of them. "I think that shall do for now Lobelia, we don't want to get to excited every time we put our bra on do we?" as she put her hand out waiting to take hold of mine. I could only smile not wanting to admit the thoughts I was having or wishing I had little boobies to show off. "Today is like every mothers dream as it is for her daughter or her sissy such as you Lobelia. Firstly putting you into your first lovely training bra, do you know what comes next darling?" I was hoping to hear her say something like 'give your peepee the relief it so hungers for,' but I know that would be far too much to expect by what has been overlooked earlier. So just shook my head waiting an answer. "Like all young girls they can't wait to be wearing makeup, the same goes for sissies my darling. Had you started developing at a younger age like most do, you'd be well accustomed to wearing makeup by now. Isn't it going to be exciting Lobelia having your face made up to look beautiful, I bet you can't wait to see the new pretty face of Lobelia?" she asked smiling brightly to me. "Do I really have to wear makeup Mummy; I don't mind my face the way it is now, really?" I said trying half heartily to protesting about it, but the thought of wearing makeup now does really appeal to me. I couldn't let her think she was winning this battle over me, so I had to stay firm by saying. "I don't want to be completely sissified by wearing makeup, it's bad enough wearing these clothes even to wearing a bra," again no notice was to be taken of me, thankfully. I sat quietly as Mummy went to work beautifying my face; the only problem is nanny had the mirrors well covered so I couldn't watch this transformation taking place. All the time talking to me about putting makeup on, how nanny is going to teach me to do my own makeup, that all sissies love doing their makeup. Yes I bet, can just imagine other boys sitting in front of a mirror doing their own faces up to look girlish. The thing is, as she progressed I fell deeply in love with the texture and smell of the foundation lotion, the face powder, the way my eyes seemed to flutter under the mascara, then to finish off, Oh yes the lipstick, my lipstick even the lustrous texture on my lips and may I say it, the slight taste was more than arousing. I was hoping the image would match the ethereal touch of my face along with sweet bouquet. As for doing my own makeup, I would happily sit to have Mummy do it anytime, even nanny for that matter. Before the new face is to be presented, nanny took great delight in taking a few close up photos. Then they both fussed about seeing that I looked presentable from the bow in my hair down to the lace sitting sweetly below my pants, making me feel more like a princess being readied to meet her prince 'only if'. The only downer was those five inch heels were presented to my feet, letting me have no say in the matter the way I sat, there was nothing I could do. "You have to get used to wearing heels Lobelia," I got told. "But really Mummy I'll need oxygen being this high up, the air is so thin up there," for some reason my plea was completely ignored other than a smile, making me stand facing the door so I couldn't look while they uncovered the vanity and full length wall mirrors. "OK Lobelia my pretty sissy turn around slowly and tell me what you think?" Mummy seemed so delighted in asking. Slowly, hesitantly I turned not quite sure of what sort of image will greet me. I stood before the full length mirror opened mouthed, unable to speak, as I took in this stunningly beautiful reflection. Yes it's the same clothes as earlier, touching my face, the image before me did likewise. Moving closer there we stood able to touch each other, oh how I wanted to kiss the gorgeous sissy smiling sweetly back at me. Noticing both pairs of eyes studying every little move I made I decided to act unimpressed so asked, "Do I really have to wear makeup? What would people think if someone happened to come to visit seeing me looking like this, even without the makeup I would be the laughing stock of this town?" but inside I felt as beautiful as I looked. "You look simply gorgeous and you know it. Why is that peepee pushing against your pants? If anyone saw you they would also think what a beautiful sissy Lobelia is," I was informed. I really was in love with the made up face before me, I looked so different, one could say 'quietly' very girlish. I heard the bedroom door close, looking around I noticed no one had come or gone. Then it dawned on me, it was the boy within had got fed up trying to stay apart of me, so has left me for good. Being so taken with my own image that I had forgotten Cindy sitting on my bed knowing she would want to see the beautiful new face, "Can I show Cindy my knew face and bra Mummy?" In no time I had her in my arms before the mirror; well I had to have another peek also didn't I? All this time two women stood silently observing, properly thinking Lobelia is the feminine sissy they always knew it was. Holding Cindy's little hand touching it over my made up face asking if she approved, which she did. The only thing is now I have to be careful kissing her so not to smudge my lipstick or leave some on her gorgeous face. I know I was being watched closely by both, but still I had to let Cindy caress lovingly over one beautiful new bra while softly telling her how lovely it feels and I will be wearing pretty bras all the time now. I could tell she is also delighted in the fact. "Think you can put Cindy back on your bed for a while dear so we can go down stairs again. As Mummy has other things to talk about and we don't want distractions from mirrors or our doll do we?" leaving me not knowing what to say, as I looked disappointedly to her. "I will leave nanny to finish getting you ready and will see my Lobelia soon," then kissed my cheek before leaving. Sadly I returned Cindy to rest happily on my bed knowing she has seen and admired the new me. Looking back to the mirror, quite taken by the beauty I see before me. I'm sure the mirror can't lie or is the knowledge of Lobelia being this effeminate Sissy really beginning to sink in. "Come along now we can't keep your Mummy waiting, you'll have many days ahead of you to admire yourself, like all vain sissies do. Take your clutch purse this time, it's got your ID card, hanky, powder compact, lipstick just in case we have to do little touch ups," I was told. With that she handed me this small silver satin oblong purse. What's wrong with me! Straight away I held it in my left hand in the most girly like fashion in front of me. Pointing slightly downwards, thumb on the inside, three fingers slightly bent on the outside, my little finger held out in the most feminine fashion. To add insult to injury I never offered any protest to having it. I couldn't leave the room without one last look in the mirror, well I had to make sure everything is sitting neatly, didn't I. Doing little twirls this way and that a check to made sure the lace and a little of the satin is showing beneath my short pants. Another little touch over the top of my blouse to see the bow sat sweetly below my bra, yes it did? I felt deliciously ready to be led back downstairs to Mummy. Although I didn't want to let it be known to nanny how fabulous I really felt, but inside these divine clothes every nerve was screaming with the utmost endearment. Turning to walk through the open door past nanny, who had the cheek to say, "Yes you do look the most beautiful of all sissies, don't you Lobelia?" How could I answer that when I'm not, I'm still a boy who's being forced to wear all these exquisite things against his will. I thought the pull between stockings and suspender was stimulating earlier. Now my whole hairless and made up body was on a lustful high, I'm still amazed at how such little hair kept so much sensitivity at bay. Yes the caressing of these exquisite fabrics against ones skin is something I never want to lose. The touch and pull of the stockings, along with my pretty dressed peepee, now I can't take a breath without the realization of my new bra, the mythical awareness of my beautifully made up face, if this is part of being a sissy, well I'm now more than happy to be one forever. But I can't let on to Mummy or nanny how much I really love wearing these scrumptious clothes and makeup as any true sissy would. Being the first time walking on such plush carpet wearing these heels is a whole new experience for me, as my feet didn't want to do anything other than glide elegantly along. Cautiously and with much encouragement, slow progress was made towards the top of these dreaded stairs. I froze; the more I begged for the removal of these torturous heels the more I think nanny was determent I stay in them. At least she took pity on me seeing how nervous I looked and fumbled by guiding slowly and not what looked very sissy like downwards. Nanny holding my right arm and purse for me while I held the handrail like grim death, at least it was achieved while still in daylight, looking back up I asked nanny if there was a lift we could use next time. "You'll find it much easier going back up, then we will do some practice on them later," Oh wonderful I can't wait, but kept my mouth shut. At last we arrived back at the door to Mummy's study, once we were invited in and without any prompting from nanny, straight away I curtsied to her bowing my head as I did so. I noticed this time she was sitting on her office chair behind a large mahogany desk. After turning off her computer she leaned back while turning to face me. A beautiful beaming smile graced her elegant face, putting out her hand to summon me closer. As I was about to kneel as I had before, but no I stood while she brushed her hand between my slightly opened legs, I could only close my eyes while giving soft whimpers as her hand swept slowly up over my standing throbbing penis, no I mean pee-pee. "You look simply adorable Lobelia my sissy in your sumptuous outfit and your face made up to match. I can tell you love being so dressed and wearing makeup don't you darling?" I knew I had to answer, but didn't want nanny to hear, bowing my head I quietly voiced, "Yes .... I do Mummy." "Yes I thought so my sweet, all sissies love wearing gorgeous clothes and makeup," at the same time removing her hand from over my hot taut blood filled pee-pee. "What say we go into the sitting room Lobelia for our we talk, it's so much more comfortable than my office," as she stood then proceeded to take hold of my left hand. Quickly I went to transfer my purse to the other hand. "Oh no dear, Mummy will take your right hand. Sissies always keep their purses in their left hand or hanging from the left wrist. What have you in your purse anyway Lobelia?" she enquired. "Nanny put my ID card, powder compact, lipstick and a hanky in there for me," I said sounding rather pleased about such things in my purse to use. Why is it every time I open my mouth I announce, I'm a Sissy, I'm a Sissy!!!! "Aren't you lucky, we must make sure our makeup always look perfect, mustn't we?" I just offered a sweet smile to her, not wanting to dig a bigger hole for myself to step into. Walking a little way down the hallway towards the sitting room with my hand being comfortably held, I again had the delightful thrill of the silky caress of these divine clothes against my hairless body, my new bra making itself familiar with my responsive nipples. The sensual pull between stockings and suspender, the gentle touch of my lovely bow adorning my peepee, I'm sure it will never cease to put a sparkle in my eye. All the while very mindful of the effeminate way I walked, held my purse, which didn't go unnoticed by Mummy as she said how lovely it is to see her sissy walking so sweetly in its high heels. Only if she knew the agonizing discomfort they were causing, will my feet, legs ever forgive me for this torturous abuse. On entering the sitting room I was taken by the elegant decor, the same thick carpet as throughout the house. Everything so plush and femininely furnished, a comfortable looking lounge suite covered in rich Maroon velvet with gold trimmings, a chaise lounge taking pride of place as you enter in sky blue velvet with gold trimming and darling little tassels hanging beneath. Full length burgundy velvet drapes held back neatly by thick gold cord ties, what looked like fine lace curtains hanging festooned over the windows. Large paintings or pictures hanging on the walls all seemed to be very femininely 'if that's the right word'. In the centre of the room a large oblong highly polished mahogany coffee table sat with a wide low bowl of orange yellow and red roses displayed beautifully within, to the side what looked like a few women magazines sat. The furnishings alone would be worth a fortune, 'a sissy my age would think' I can't wait to see the other rooms. While Mummy closed the door behind us, I just stood opened mouthed looking around me, trying to take in all this beauty, the feminine beauty, even the delicate aroma of the room was stimulating. "Come now my Dear," as I was led towards the very comfortable three seater couch, on which she made herself comfortable. "Put your purse on the table Lobelia then come sit beside me," as she patted the seat to her right. I noticed nanny hadn't come with us thankfully, which helped me relax some, as I sat comfortably beside her I didn't quite know what to do with my hands, but didn't need bother as Mummy put her arm around my waist pulling me close offering a kiss to my forehead as she did "Thank you Mummy," I said not knowing what else to say, as I was still wondering what we were going to be talking about. On releasing her arm from my waist letting me sit back a little, looking me in the eye while offering me a pleasing smile. "Give me your hands Lobelia," as I did so she held them in hers, stroking them gently while telling me, "My dear you know a sissy of your age would have learnt an awful lot by now and you have missed out on so much. You should of had your first ballet lessons by now, but we won't go into that will we, apart from dancing there is the matter of learning other things girls and sissies need to be able to do, such as sewing and do fancy needle work for a start, won't that be wonderful Lobelia, you will be able to make lots of pretty little things to wear, even for your Cindy?" I was told with a smile. I didn't answer I felt bewildered thinking of sitting sewing stuff or doing needle work, whatever that is I wonder. "Sissies also must realize all females are superior to them, so you must address all women as "My Lady" and all girls under 16 as "Miss" Whenever you are introduced to a lady you will offer a lovely deep curtsy saying 'I'm pleased to meet you My Lady' and to a girl just a little curtsy while saying 'I'm pleased to meet you Miss' never ever call a girl by just her first name. Remember sissies are subservient to all females, do I make myself clear?" She asked while still holding my hands gently in hers. I didn't know what to say or even think on hearing all this, nothing wanted to part my lips. "What do you say Lobelia?" I was again asked. "Do I really have to curtsy to girls and all that, how will I know if she is over 16 anyway?" "I'm sure she will quickly let you know if she is older than 16," Then it dawned on me, "What about men and boys' do I have to curtsy to them also?" "No dear you will just call them all 'Sir' now give your Mummy a big cuddle?" as she let my hands go free. In no time we were wrapped in each others arms savouring a lovely mother/sissy togetherness. It was heavenly for me to be cuddled like this I was hoping it would never end. Resting my head against her shoulder as her hand stroked gently, lovingly over my arm, my responsive bra covered breast, my whole being came alive savouring my complete Sissiness to the full. Putting her free hand under my chin, lifting my head to look into her eyes before offering me one most beautiful kiss to my lipstick covered lips. "Lobelia you are one beautiful sissy," Mummy informed me. Still looking into her eyes I had to tell her honestly, "I'm so happy now Mummy I know I'm not a boy and could never be one or even a girl for that matter." After another kiss to my forehead I once again cuddled in close as she wrapped me in her arms making me feel so loved. After being told it's nearly 5:30 Mummy decided an early bedtime would be best as today has been quite enough suspense for one day for me. On hearing that all I could think of was, 'I hope I see all those adorable sissy images as well.' not even questioning, just accepting whatever I'm told like a complete obedient sissy. Before leaving the sitting room one had to do a little touch up of my lipstick, well I am a sissy after all, aren't I? I was escorted upstairs again via those same steps, fortunately going up I seemed to take each step with much more composure than what I showed trying to make a 'graceful' descent earlier wearing these heels. I found out that nanny doesn't live here so Mummy is getting me ready for bed, hoping like hell she will take pity on me and offer some much needed relief before putting my diapers on and hopefully not using those restraints on me like nanny took delight in doing. After doing my tinkles and being pat dried I was taken back and told to lie on the bed while she went to work powdering and diapering me before sadly removing my makeup. Asking if I will always be wearing diapers, I was pleased to hear her say No maybe just a couple more nights. Lying there ready to listen to another subdued sissy message, but no only a soft violin played in my ears all the time waiting for the inevitable gentle voice to start but it never did. All the while I couldn't help thinking, I am sure the pill and bitter Cranberry juice I was given earlier is what is making me so timid and accepting without any thought of questioning anything. As I lay in the complete darkness of my new bedroom and another lovely kiss from Mummy these adorable Sissy images began shining brightly before me. = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF CHAPTER 7.