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Pets New Life ~ 5 The car engine hummed merrily, Mummy hummed merrily all through the journey back from the clinic, even the late afternoon sun was happily shining on the green spring countryside as they passed their way home, the low sunlight shining through the leaves and throwing dappled, bouncing shadows, all was well in the world, well almost. A small sad sorrowful note came from the back of the car where occasional sobs emerged from the charmingly dressed toddler harnessed in the back seat, normally a toddler would be fascinated by the changing and bouncing lights with lovely colours, but not this Baby. The rearview mirror showed the pretty baby girl in her finery looking abjectly out of the window, not at all happy and amused by the cute dancing lights. Mummy wondered what was really going through her newly babyfied husband's mind, not that there was much of a male mind left in there, a mind that was now destined for only sweet little childish girly thoughts, if it knew what was good for it. Now, Now, Pet, I bought that nice picture book with 'My Little Pony' stories just for you to read, complete with pretty pictures. I suggest you at least try, mummy might ask questions later. A muted howl came through the pacifier, but the child quickly looked down at the infantile book resting on her lap with sudden renewed interest in the pictures and adventures of a prancing pink pony. In the mirror the face was half hidden, by the baby bonnet with its deep fringe with lace and ribbon edging which bounced up and down with the movement of the car, a tear could just be seen falling down an exposed cheek, which gave away the child's unhappiness. Mummy was not surprised after the days trauma, it would have been a tiring day at the clinic for a real toddler let alone what the new sissy had to endure, but in the mirror she could see Pet was now intently looking at the pretty book lying on the skirts buoyed up by the equally pretty and voluminous petticoats. A small giggle escaped as she watched Pet struggle to turn the pages with her mittened hands. A lack of fingers, lots of padding and slippery satin of the mittens making the task almost impossible, just as if she was a real baby with little co- ordination, so degrading for a so called grown man. The journey home was uneventful and pet actually seemed pleased as they drove up to the house. With no sense of urgency, and ignoring the child's concerns of being seen by neighbors, mummy came round and unhurriedly unbuckled Pet from the booster seat, the child would have run straight indoors if a firm hand was not on the baby reins holding the child back. Time was taken walking up the path as mummy was in no hurry, despite the baby straining against the reins to get indoors, it wasn't her problem if a neighbor came out and her ex-husband was recognized for the sissy it now was in its frills and flounces, she sauntered slowly, calmly, firmly holding back the eager child by the pink leather reins. Mummy's new heels click, clacked, on the path, she felt happy. It was odd how the roles of husband and wife had now changed so much in the last few weeks. Her cheating husband had been a few inches shorter than her when they were married, but now with her high heels and Pet's childish waddle, caused buy the bulk of diaper, making baby's legs bow wide, it emphasised the height differential, mummy felt so much more in control. Pet seemed very much the child of the family now. A strange warmth and happiness spread through Mummy as she looked down at the struggling toddler in her little frillies. She had always wanted a baby, but her wimpy husband hadn't been able to get her pregnant let alone satisfy her. It seemed most appropriate that he was now not only giving her the baby girl she desired, but was also freeing her back to her available femininity and womanhood. A satisfied smile crossed her calm controlled face, a new dawn was arising in her sexuality. At the door, Mummy fumbled deliberately slowly in her handbag for the door keys well aware of Pets discomfort at potential exposure, the little dear dancing with fright, making the full lacy skirts bounce. She looked down amused as Pet looked back and forth along the street; worried someone that knew its previous life might see it in its new frilly state and obvious exposed diapers. The baby bonnet with its deep brim around its face, cut down Pets vision and her head went back and forth trying to see better. The sound of a distant car frightened the little one and she hid behind mummy's skirts just as a scared little toddler might do. This amused mummy mightily. On entering the house Pet stopped, looking up pleadingly at the one who now controlled the child's life, the pacifier still in place, but after slowly putting keys in handbag and the handbag on the table. She thought about kicking off her heels, but decided the extra height reinforced her control, finally the toddler in her yellow dress was led into the Kitchen. Nothing had been said since the car had stopped, nothing needed to be said, baby was not even trying to speak around the dummy which just garbled everything, but one look at the high chair and Baby started protesting and fighting back, loud unintelligible gurgling emanating from behind the pacifier. Pet was beginning to learn that babies spent a lot of time fastened in their high chair and certainly did not want to go back into the horrid pink contraption again, where she was so helpless. With one hand holding the reins, a small bend from the waist and the other hand slapped sharply the backs of each of Pets thighs just below the petticoats and frilled diaper cover. Pet howled like any child might and stopped wriggling, just long enough for Mummy to lift her new little girl into the seat, with just enough time to pull up the strap between the child's legs and click the table in place, before the wriggling and protests started. With the reins quickly clipped to the back of the high chair, in seconds Pet was secured again and as safe as any baby might be in her pretty highchair. Pet was shocked how easily his wife had picked him up and how powerless he was to resist. The newly developing toddler still didn't realize how much weight it had lost over the last few weeks on a diet of baby food and Doc Susie's medication, which was also the cause of loss of strength and weakening muscle tone. Pet was becoming so much like a baby girl in many respects, physical and emotional. Now Pet, be a good baby whilst Mummy gets your 'din dins'. Now don't hit the table with your hands, It isn't very manly anyway with your sweet mittens and bouncing bonnet, you just look like a child throwing a tantrum and you know what happens when you throw a tantrum don't you? I suspect your botty is still warm, from when you upset the nurses, it can be warmed even more!! Do you want me to fetch Mr Hairbrush? A shaking head, you don't want a spanking, good girl, then behave!! Be good or you will get prunes for desert, if you continue throwing tantrums. Now stop playing with your paci, it stays in, its there to stop you using big words toddlers shouldn't know. It will come out when mummy is ready to take it out, maybe when you go to bed, which is straight after your feed. 'uli', ' uli'? Oh dear what are you saying? Oh 'Early', well yes, you have had a trying day and think you need to go to bed early, babies need their rest. Anyway, Auntie Susie is coming round for dinner and we want a quiet girly evening in, better you go to bed before she arrives. Oh dear your bonnet is twisted and your dress is awry, let mummy straighten it for my pretty little girl. Bends low, straightens and refastens the ribbon on the bonnet Slap, slap, Cry of pain, ~ Now you deserved that on your thighs, you know your not supposed to look down the front of mummies dress when she is helping you. Serves you right if your little cage is hurting, you know Mr. wriggly wont get better if you keep having those silly thoughts. Pet learns once again how painful the inner things can be and how exposed they are in the highchair with the central strap and diapers keeping legs spread wide apart and vulnerable. 'Ange", "Antis", "Ess"? Oh dear you are getting troublesome what are you trying to say, OH! You want to get changed into panties and a dress. Aw, don't you like your babywear, you look so cute, and what else would a little girl wear with her diapers. I am pleased however that you now want to wear your Barbie panties and little dresses, especially after we had so much trouble getting you to wear them in the first place. You complained about your brushed cotton panties before, I know they are not so sexy and silky as the ones we ladies wear, but brushed cotton is very warm for little girls with short skirts, and the little pony design and Barbie Princess on the front is so sweet, I am so glad you want to wear them again or is it preferable to Diapers? I remember how cold it was when I was a little girl with ankle skirts and short skirts. It much better being grown up and having stockings and tights to wear, but you will have to be very good to get to that stage without bothering Mr Wriggly. With this mummy lifter her skirts to show her long silk covered pins. A grimace as a little cage got tight again. A wry smile as thoughts of what wonderful devices those cages are to control sissies thoughts. You now you could still be in your be a big girl panties if you hadn't started having those little accidents. Unfortunately you wont be seeing them for a while after your little accidents today, twice I believe you had to be changed by the nurses, diapers are much safer for you now. No don't look embarrassed, Doc Sue says the accidents are due to stress. If you didn't keep fighting your therapy then you would feel a lot better and you could have your Barbie panties back. Stop having silly thoughts about mummy and give Mr Wriggly a rest. He needs a long rest if he is ever to do squirties again. Doctor Sue has said that whilst your having accidents its best to keep you this way. You can have your big girl panties back when you prove yourself potty trained. Oh you have forgotten that procedure, well babies usually move to training pants when they can prove they are dry and have no accidents for a whole week. If you can think ahead and ask nicely for your potty in time, I am sure it wont be long. How long? Well that depends on how quickly you can accept your new role and stop having silly thoughts. Probably a few weeks before you are ready for potty training and then maybe a few weeks more it is up to you, maybe one to two months. Now don't cry, it is for the best and mummy will stand by you, just stop fighting and Mr Wriggly will be better in no time after a long rest. I will go out tomorrow and get you some more pretty baby dresses and maybe a nice bubble romper to go over your diaper, and some more waterproof covers. I know they make a noise with the plastic lining, but I will get some pretty ones, maybe with rumba ruffles, babies like those, well their mummies do anyway, its nice to have pretty babies to care for. Inwardly Mummy giggled, but tried to keep a straight face. She thought about the sissy's little pride and joy, it had never been very good. Whilst talking to her little sissy she thought about Paul and how he might be as a lover. Certainly as he had held her close and kissed her lunchtime, she felt the bulge in his trousers, already it offered more promise than her husband ever had. But back to the reality of childcare and an increasingly noisy little girl 'Ults', 'ets'? Oh child what do you mean? Oh 'results', 'tests'. I suppose I should tell you the results, I am afraid not all good news though. Now don't pout, we really are trying to help you. The hormone levels are still quite low, which is why Mr Wriggly wont grow, but the shots they gave you will help raise them. Pet looked pleased, but didn't realize they were talking at cross- purposes, quite deliberately on Mummy's part. Pet thought she meant his male hormones would rise, not new girly ones, but plenty of time later to break that news to the sissy, especially as the implants were already oozing female hormones into its bloodstream. By the time she found out it would be too late. Oh and I understand when Mr wriggly was let out, he didn't grow much, even with Nurse Felicity's Help. Now don't blush, I know she is pretty, she was only doing her duty as a nurse. If it wont grow to even to five inches, well it certainly needs a long rest, so no more naughty thoughts about Mummy or any other ladies. Little girls don't think about such things and neither should you. Don't look sad, we have locked up your little friend to give it a rest so you wont keep playing with it and now you have to stop having thoughts that give you trouble and make it grow. Little girls who don't have things down there don't have such thoughts, so think like a little girly and Mr Wriggly can have the long rest he needs, Its for the best darling, we promise you. Now I will turn your chair to face the TV and you can watch the puppet show whilst Mummy gets your 'din dins', you like Barbie Princess stories, don't you, or would you prefer Pink Pony or My Little Kitty? You can't decide? OK, Barbie Princess it is then. Mummy turned to take our some baby food from the cupboard and felt oddly sexy in her heels feeling the unusual pull of the suspended on her sheer stockings. She felt very warm in a special place and thought of Paul's exploratory hands under her skirt over lunch, he had been so delicate but insistent. It was obvious what he wanted, and when he was ready he would take what he desired and she would not be able to resist nor would want to, There was now no doubt that pet was to become a Cuckie and who with, the only question was when and how. She really hoped for a proper orgasm and not have to fake it at last. Mmmmmm, Paul was getting stronger in her thoughts, even though she only saw him at lunch. Pouring the baby mush into a bowl, she thought it was now nearly two weeks since Pet had had any real solids. The little dear must be getting used to pureed vegetables and prunes which Pet hated. Certainly that male beer tummy had now gone as with a lot of Pet's original weight. The Vegetable puree had been warming and the orange juice was in the Sippy cup. Mummy filled babies milk bottle for later when her child went to bed, which would be soon. Smiling inwardly as a few drops of the diuretic were added to the milk so baby could not hold back, a nighttime accident was now almost guaranteed. Poor thing, must be so embarrassing for a grown man to wake up with a wet diaper and not understand why it was happening or even when it happened. But it was for the best and part of Mr Wriggly's future, not that its future was to be very large element of either of their futures. Potty training and an escape from Diapers was a way off. Mummy thought about the hormones and wondered when Pets little nipples would be getting sore and itchy. She hoped Pet would be out of Diapers by the time it needed a training bra, Taking a daughter out to buy her first bra was a big event for a little girl and was to be a very special one for Pet, when it happened. For now regression to childishness was confirmed, all that was needed was to ensure acceptance of Pet's frilly and feminine future was established firmly in its little mind. A few more days like today and the hormones already flooding the ex-males body and his girly fate would be ensured as well. Putting the food on the table, a smile crossed Mummies face as she looked at the small portions of mush that was to be Pets evening meal. She put babies Bib there and something else to ensure good behavior. Then she turned off the TV and video and turned the baby girl round on her wheeled highchair to face the table. A muffled howl of dismay came from behind the pacifier. Mummy wondered whether this was due to the mushy baby food, which must have been expected by now, or the pink long handled hairbrush laying alongside as a warning. Big watery pleading eyes looked up desperate for this feeding not to happen, even if a rumbling tummy was in need of food. A chair was pulled up next to Baby and mummy sat down, not so carelessly allowing her skirts to ride up showing dark lace stocking tops once again. A groan of despair as a little cage got tighter once again at the sight, baby eyes moved quickly away from Mummy's legs to the table with the babies bowl as it was moved to the tray of the highchair. Mummy tied the plastic bib with the turned up food catcher around Pets neck. "Now dear, no talking if I take your pretty Paci out, or you know what will happen and you will go to bed hungry." Two sets of eyes met, one happy the other eyes not so happy, quickly went to the pink hairbrush, knowing it would be used to good effect. The child nodded its understanding and acceptance. One by one small amounts of food were fed by a small pink plastic spoon into Pets unhappy face and open mouth, delaying the torment of the feed, until the bowl was empty. Then Pet was allowed to hold her Sippy cup in her mittened hands whilst Mummy took the plates away. When the slurping had finished and the cup was empty. A quick wipe of a messy face and the pacifier was reintroduced with a grimace from baby. Pet was then turned back to the TV and the cartoon switched on again. As the table was cleared and food prepared for Mummy and Doc Sue later, a shuffling and crackling of plastic diapers and petticoats could be heard. Looking over her shoulder, mummy could see her charge shuffling in her seat. A cruel smile broke out, she wondered how long could baby last. The child's mind must have been in torment, it didn't want to wet its diaper, but didn't want to ask for a Pottie and admits its babyish helplessness. The squirmings in the chair were getting more desperate. After a few minutes, a plaintive childish muffled cry of 'Ottie', 'Ottie' could be heard from behind the Pacifier, the child was desperate. Mummy came over and put her arm around the baby. "Oh what a good little girl, you want your Pottie? and your asking for it as well, we will have you pottie trained in no time at this rate and you can be back you your Big girl panties again, wont that be nice, just remember, you need a whole week of no accidents for big girl panties. A frantic bobbing of the head made the bonnet bounce again outlining an urgency of need. Pet thought she would be taken to the bathroom, but Mummy had other ideas. The strap between the child's legs was undone and mummy pulled down the diaper cover around the child's ankles, then unpinned the nappy pulling that down also to make a big puddle of cloth above the pretty Mary Jane's and anklets. Pet was getting confused but frantic now bare bottom on the plastic padded seat, but Mummy told the child to lift up, helping with an arm around its waist. A quick movement of something below Pet, which she couldn't see, and as baby sat back down, it felt the coldness of the porcelain rim of a potty seat against its bare rear. By pulling out the seat of the highchair it had been transformed into a babies potty chair, which was in readiness below the seat for just such a moment. Pet howled with shock and despair, realising it was expected to just sit there and perform its needs. Mummy made sure the skirts and petties were out of the way and the little locked cage pointing down into the bowl, then casually went back to her cooking. The frantic bleating's from behind the dummy were ignored as Pet tried to avoid the inevitable and get out of its high chair without success. It took a few seconds but soon a childish tinkling was heard from the trapped child in the chair. Mummy looked round at the despondent child slumped dejectedly in the chair, red faced and tears flowing. The child was sobbing disconsolately, padded hands hanging lifeless at its sides, its body only being held upright by the pink baby harness strapped to the chair. Although there had been many and increasing tantrums and tears along the way back to babyhood, this was new, the child just sat there, with no fight left in her, tears just flowing down her distraught face. The little body wracked with sobs of despair. Yet a new humiliation had been dumped on the little sissy in its decent in life and had just loomed high in its realization of its new state in the family, and there was little it could do to change it. Mummy realized that this simple act had been a defining moment in taking away Pets manliness and old status in life and the household. Control would be much easier from now on. However there was a little morsel of guilt for the man who had shared her life and bed for the last coupe of years, despite its failings. As a dainty manicured hand went to the front of her dress and she felt the little key hanging between her breasts with a fleeting thought of unlocking, the small tinge of regret and compassion for this wimp soon disappeared however as did the last chance of escape for Pet, even though it did not even realize Mummies brief doubts. As she thought of the number of times it had tried unsuccessfully to prove itself a man by demanding sex. The number of times it had taken her without foreplay or any attention to her pleasure. She thought of the number of times she had to fake an orgasm and left frustrated whilst he snored in the bed. No it deserved to stay locked. No, Pet could suffer, this was only right, that silly thing was going to stay locked up, even if it never grew again. Carrying that cage around would be a constant reminder of its fate and its past, even if it did wear girly clothes and the key nestling between her mounds would remind her as well. So desperate was pet to get its manliness back in working order, it had just about come to terms with its enforced femininity and being persuaded of the need to think girly to stop his little friend being over exercised, however warped the logic may have seemed to a normal adult. The drugs from Dr Sue had also helped dull his senses aiding acceptance, but this day as a babyfied husband in little dresses and diapers had moved the goalposts. The original idea put to him that he dressed as a girl wasn't too bad as he imagined the sexy things his wife wore. Being dressed as a nine year old had been a shock, but the drugs dulled resistance and encouraged acceptance, the thought of being kept as a baby girl for weeks on end and have to go through this indignity every day, was a total shock. Even befuddled by the mind drugs, sedatives and hormones, The little dear couldn't understand how these women could now so easily control him. He had no strength left, no fight, they could even lift him, dress him and put him over their knee, punish him and he was powerless to resist. Now, by being humiliated on this high chair, the possibility of a new life like this had suddenly dawned on the little sissy, the thoughts that this was its regressed sissy future for weeks or months to come, made it not a happy Pet at all. Sitting there in his little frilly baby dress and petticoat with a pacifier in his mouth, underwear around his ankles, he did not think life could get worse. The male inside still had hope of restoring its manhood and getting back into its wife's bed. Little did he know what was planned for his feminine fate. At this point, the doorbell rang, ignoring the whimpering's Mummy click, clacked across the wooden floor to the door. The child could not hear who it was, but knew Mummy's sister was expected; it didn't want to be seen like this. Pets head was down, sobbing, and the deep fringe of the bonnet hiding her face, the lace fringe bouncing up and down. The voices were yet another stab in its downfall. Look Dear, Aunty Sue is here and she has brought an old friend of yours. A tearful face looked up and saw two visitors, standing next to 'Aunty' Sue was nurse Helen, a large and intimidating appearance in the room, as usual in her dark blue starched nurses uniform creating an aura of sternness. A plaintive howl escaped the sides of the pink pacifier, little padded hands came back to life, once more futilely trying to undo the straps of the harness and get away. Now Pet, no tantrums, it appears Nurse Helen lives near us and Aunty Sue gave her lift home and she has offered to put baby to bed. ~ another howl of despair. The table of the chair was lifted and the harness buckles undone, Nurse Helen took the reins and pet was escorted to what was rapidly becoming the nursery. An unhappy Pet was led waddling strangely with the bulk of the diaper and plastic cover around its ankles, a bare still red bottom showing below the hem of the baby dress from the afternoon's misdemeanors. Mummy handed the warm bottle of baby milk to Nurse Helen and the pair disappeared. The sisters hugged and giggled, kicking off their heels and started to relax, each with a large glass of Chablis. A few cry's of protest came from the nursery, but some 20 minutes later, a grinning Nurse Helen came back, empty milk bottle in one hand and the baby monitor in the other. All done, baby is put to bed, just the normal childish tantrums easily sorted but her little Bottie might need some soothing cream in the morning as Mr Hairbrush got good use. She seemed very stressed so I gave her spoonful of something to help the little dear sleep as well, so you ladies should have an undisturbed evening. Bye, Bye. Alone at last, the sisters grinned at each other, what a treasure Nurse Helen was. Over an enjoyable dinner, small sobs could be heard over the wireless baby monitor, but these soon subsided to sound deep breathing of a sissy with girly dreams, whether they were nice girly dreams or nightmare ones of dresses and a baby life, was only to be guessed to the outsider. Dinner was soon over and the girls were clearing up prior to moving to the lounge with coffee, when there was a knock at the door. Both sisters went and were surprised at that time of night for a delivery man to have an armful of parcels. Two ladies, giggling like girls came back to the lounge loaded with boxes of unexpected intrigue. Wow Sue!!! This box is from one of the most exclusive dress boutiques in London, more expensive than Chanel. And this one its Jimmy Shoo! A card? Where, give it to me. OMG, its from Paul, he has got tickets for the Opera on Saturday and wants me to accept these gifts and wear them, he is sending his car to pick me up at 6:00 p.m., God that's only two days away, I need to sort out my hair and makeup, babysitters, there is not time. Oh wow, there are silk stocking, and panties, blushes, that wont cover much, Kitty will need a shave. (Giggles and blushes.) God, those shoes are to die for, black silk pumps with the highest slimmest heels I have seen. What could this all cost, more than a years salary at least my salary. Stop prattling like a sixteen year old. Oh OK, I am so excited. Stop opening that box, its mine, that's my dress, hands off Big Sis, I know you. Oh, I am breathless its gorgeous, black is so sexy, sequined top and that long skirt, layers of tulle over Taffeta, it must have cost a bomb. The top is a bit low, how am I going to stay in it, well, I am not that big. (Giggles) Its so fitted, I am not sure it's the right size, it looks very small, let me look at the label, yes 12, my size, but the waist is so tiny. God its gorgeous, what girl wouldn't want to wear it. What's does the note say? He hopes he has the right size, but the shop will change if necessary, however box two might help? Let me at it, I am not giving in and admit I am a larger size than he thinks, anyway how does he know my size? Give it to me Sis, let me open it. Oh it's a sexy Basque, I wore one to a party when at Uni, not very comfortable. But it is so sexy with all that black lace over a lilac satin Busk. Mmmmm and suspenders, Paul seems to like suspenders. What do you mean, not a Basque and turn it over. Oh god, it laces up, it's a Corset, I cant wear that. What do the instructions say? A reduction of waist size can be achieve by gradually getting used to the corset. But today is Wednesday and the Opera is on Saturday. There are instruction for wearing, you read it Sue, your better than me at such things like manuals Try it on? No lets try the dress first. The skater dress worn to lunch is quickly divested and thrown casually across the sofa as was the bra, leaving a site of panties and stockings that would burst pets cage if it was not safely tucked up in its nursery. The dress was tried on, but there was no way it would zip up. Standing in her underwear, the younger sister looked enviously from the dress and to the corset. She wanted the dress, but was not sure about the sexy but tortuous looking lace up device. It looked so pretty but had the potential for discomfort. How would she feel encased in such a thing? With a 'Doctorly' professionalism, Sue undid the front hooks of the corset and loosened the laces and held out for her sister, who looked apprehensive. Do you want to look nice in that dress at the Opera? Paul obviously wants to see you in it? Or do you want to admit you need a bigger size dress and are getting fat? Whose Getting Fat? Bitchy Sis! It was this last sisterly barbed jibe at her younger sister that turned the tide of indecision and the younger sibling let her older sister slip the garment around her and pull together the hooks at the front of the busk. Then turned to the laces at the rear. Soon, the younger sister was begging like Pet did for release but for different reasons, and equally ignored. Sue just kept tugging and adjusting. After a few minutes Sue declared that she was satisfied and a measuring tape confirmed an inch reduction. The younger sister was complaining it was much more and she could not breath, but Sue re-read the instruction, which clearly said an inch at first, then leave for an hour or so and take up the slack of another half inch or so. Leaving a little sister complaining and breathing hard, Sue went to make coffee. When she came back two cups in hand she smiled at her sister admiring herself in the mirror and caught her lifting her little breasts in in the cups of the corset for even more cleavage, the little minx. She saw her sister coming out of her married shell back to a sexy independent woman, now Pet was under control. She also noticed that the stockings had been clipped to the corset tabs and she was trying on the new shoes, which gave her long legs a new shape. Sue smiled inwardly, Poor Pet would be bursting its little cage if it saw its wife looking so sexy in black. The contrast of her in such sexy adult Lingerie and the little dear in its white and pink frothy nightie and ruffled diapers was total. The sisters sat and chatted over coffee, talking mostly about the upcoming date to the Opera. Sue noticed her sister made no attempt to cover herself and the new Corset, glancing at herself and the dress in equal measures. She was hooked on the outfit. The two discussed the need for a new hairdo for something so swish as the opera, manicure and makeup. Only two days to go. Sue suggested one of her clients who was a makeup artist to Stage and TV, and that he owed her a favour, maybe he could help out for the date. Agreement, a quick phone call and it was agreed that Joshua would come round the following evening to discuss what might be needed for Saturday Looking at her watch Sue said it was time to go soon, but suggested trying to see if her sister had become accustomed to the corset. Some protest but a longing look at the dress she wanted to fit into and she stood still and allowed her older sister to tug some more. A few stifled cry's as they didn't want to wake baby and another half inch came off, and the laces were re-tied. A gasping girl stood and stepped into the proffered dress, the zip came a few inches higher but was still half way. Doc, declared at least anther inch off was required. As she stepped out of the dress and looked longingly at it on the hanger, the elder sister checked the corset instructions. It says here the best way to get accustomed to a corset is to wear for at least 12 hours and allow the body to adapt. Perhaps you should sleep in it. A howl of anguish, reminiscent of when bad news was given to Pet, erupted and hands went to the back of the restrictive device to try and undo the knots of the laces. Now Now, Sis, you know I was always better than you at knots, the only way out of that is to cut the laces and I don?t suggest you do that or Paul will be very upset if you damage it after spending all that money on you. Do you want to upset him? Much pouting and protesting, just like Pet does when face with bad choices, but just like her new little baby and the choices made for her, Mummy had little choice as Dr Sue put her coat on and promised to call by and loosen the laces in the morning. Mummy took the new clothes to her room and locked them away in the wardrobe, away from prying little child?s eyes that would wonder where these clothes came from. Pet could never afford presents like these for its wife. Still breathing heavily, makeup was taken off, hair brushed, teeth brushed, a last admiring look at her new figure in the mirror, hands wandered over her new sculpted figure of narrow waist and a bubbling cleavage. This infernal garment might have been made by the devil, but it did make the most of her curves and bubbling little BB?s which now seemed much more full and the little key of Pets control now nestled in between two more bubbly mounds. Climbing into bed, putting the baby monitor beside her she tucked up her frustrated body and started to drift into a sleep of erotic thoughts about the upcoming date. Poor Cuckie Pet to be, its fate was now certainly sealed, but her thoughts were not of her little inadequate sissy, nor of its locked up bits, but the prospects of a real man. Before sleep finally overtook, one hand moved up and down the cruel biting device which gave her unexpected curves, she felt the stiffness of the stays, the exquisite fine lace of the coverings. One hand strayed to her newly sculpted breasts, which did for her what no previous Brassiere had done. Whilst she marveled at the skills of the corsetiere, another naughty hand crept down to where a Kitty was in need of stroking. Sleep soon overtook desires, and there were two pretty heads on pillows in the households, but in adjoining rooms. One pretty head on Satin sheets with pink lace edging and baby animal embroidery, surrounded by cuddly soft animals such as the yellow fluffy rabbit and the pink bear that Nurse Helen had propped between the pillow and the bars of the crib so they were the first thing a Baby sissy would see in the morning, a Baby mobile hanging over her pretty head within the high sided crib, the other pretty head in a more adult bed. One pretty head restricted in a crib the just about was her sissy length with high sided bars firmly locked. The other adult feminine nearby, luxuriating in a large now empty bed which she could now stretch out in with freedom to move. For her, no nightly groping, no wandering hands in the night where they were not wanted, No brute trying to climb on top of her in the middle of the night when she wasn?t ready. No wimp with a morning half inflated stick wanting relief when all she wanted to do was lie in and sleep. One sleepy person locked in a harness and unable to get out of its crib and unable even to turn over in the night due to the baby harness clicked to the sides, the other sleepy person feeling restricted by the stays around her waist but otherwise feeling elated and free. One head filled with mixed dreams of being chased by yellow rabbits and pink bears which lay close to her head, nightmares of nasty doctors and nurses, but these dreams were mixed with thoughts of wife and how nice it would be to be in her bed and use her body. But even these sweet dreams were curtailed by a little cage which did its work even at night and even in the sissy?s sleep. A wince of tightness, followed by sudden deflation and back to enforced girly thoughts, even a sissy learns in its sleep. The other pretty head was filled with only nice dreams of freedom, and of looking chic at the opera in a ball gown and shoes fit for a princess and a nice man to take her there. Mmmmmmmmm life was now so much better.