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And then it got worse - Part 1 Chapter 1: College I knew that I was trying Mom's patience sorely. It was my fifth year at college now, way past standard study period for CS, but I didn't care. Being 25 years old I was among the oldest CS students at MIT. I enrolled with 20, after spending a whole year doing nothing but boozing and having fun. Before I became I full-fledged alcoholic, Mom intervened. She enrolled me at MIT for Computer science. I don't know what strings she pulled to get me there, but she seemed to have considerable leverage. My high school grades were so poor that I shouldn't have been accepted. But somehow she got me in, if I had to guess, I'd say by donating considerable money. We were fucking rich. We had more money than anybody could spend in a lifetime. After father died, Mom sold his company. At that time it was worth billions. I don't know how much exactly, but it was close to 10 billion USD. I had a great time at MIT. It was the best decision she ever made! I did everything except studying and didn't feel guilty about it. Why should I? We had the money, and I put it to good use. I flunked almost every class, but thanks to her considerable leverage with the college's president I was allowed to stay despite my abysmal performance. I joined a fraternity, Gamma Pi Alpha, without being hazed too much. I just waved my credit card and paid one hell of a party. In return they went easy on me. I didn't have to do anything demeaning or embarrassing at all. It's true: money rules the world! On that evening they happily accepted me into their inner circle. After that it was even more boozing instead of studying. What I liked most was hazing new pledges, but altogether I did pretty much everything I got away with, and that was a lot! Property damage, grand theft auto and even assault and battery. I didn't know how, but Mom always made the charges go away. I was her second child. I was pretty sure that our deceased father wasn't my biological father, because I pretty much nothing in common with my 3 sisters. I never asked, and Mom never brought that up. Anyway, I couldn't care less as long as she kept the money coming and gave me a free reign. That all changed when I got charged with sexual assault. That fucking bitch only accused me of rape after she found out that I was fucking rich! She never said no when I fucked her brains out! She even moaned when I tore her panties and rammed my hard dick into her moist pussy! Unfortunately it was only the 2nd time I had sex with a real woman. It wasn't because I didn't try, though. Most likely it was because of my rather tiny member. Even rock hard it was only 4 inches long and about 1 inch in diameter. Most embarrassing! Anyway, as always Mom made that little incident go away, too, and I completely forgot about it until spring break. Mom insisted that I come home for at least one day. Since our home was on the way to Florida, I eventually agreed after Mom threatened to cut me off from the money. I tried to keep the unpleasant meeting with my kinship as short as possible, so I arrived for dinner with my plane ticket for the earliest flight to Tampa, Florida already in pocket. Dropping by at home turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. I never made it to Florida. Mom was already awaiting me when the taxi dropped me off. She gave me a hearty welcome and even embraced me. After hauling my luggage upstairs I took a shower. On my way downstairs I met my older sister Samantha, or Sam for short. She looked stunning as always. She was 2 years older, 27 to be exact. A hot blonde with big tits and a perfect body. Her slender waist flared into a hot, round ass and endless, muscular legs. Of course she wore 3 inch high heels, accentuating her legs even more. Her long, brunette hair was slightly curled, and her make-up was impeccable as always. She wore a tight, black dress with ample cleavage. She gave me a contemptuously look. She was everything I wasn't. She went through law school in record time and got her bar exam after only 3 years. Then she went for a doctorate and delivered her thesis on TTIP after only 8 months. Record time again, and of course it was graded summa cum laude. The law firms in Manhattan jumped at her instantly. No surprise she got a very well paid gig at an international law firm. She was an arrogant bitch, like my other sisters. Chloe, the youngest, recently finished high school with perfect grades. A+ all over, only a B in math and physics. That bothered her a lot, but as a girl science wasn't her strong suit. She was better with people, all this social crap. She majored in psychology and already found a college. She was blond also and had a cute, innocent face. Her tits weren't as big as Sam's, but she was so hot that she could seduce any man by just looking at him. Even though she was 18 already, she still looked underage, but that didn't stop her at all. I guess she had more sex this month than I had my whole life! Emma, my direct successor, was already sitting at the table. She was 23 and on the track to become a very successful surgeon. After only 3 years she was a well respected resident at a renowned hospital. She had dark blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Just like Sam, Chloe and her mother she had a perfect body and could wrap guys around her little finger with the blink of an eye. I, on the other hand was rather chubby, had black hair and green eyes instead of blue one's, and a total loser regarding academic success. So I was pretty sure that my father wasn't their father. Mom wasn't there yet, but she joined us about 5 minutes later. When she entered, my sisters shut up immediately. She had this effect on people. With 5'12" she was slightly taller than average women. She was 47 years old, but she kept her body in perfect shape. She was the perfect MILF: Long, endless, slender legs, a nice, round ass, a tight waist and most of all, perfect, firm tits. Today she wore her long, blond hair open flowing down her shoulders over her ample breasts. Good evening, girls., she said. When I turned around she gave me a slight, almost imperceptible nod. I didn't expect more, though. She always treated me as a second class child. Another hint that I wasn't her late husband's son. I was used to that, and I really didn't care, as long as she kept the money coming. There was no love lost between her and me. After she sat down at the head of the table, she raised the already filled wine glasses and together we took a drink. Then she filled her plate with salad. When I finally got the bowl, I already felt dizzy. I actually dropped it when Emma handed it over to me! I... I sorry..., I slurred before I passed out completely. Chapter 2: And then it got worse, Pt 1 I was dazed and confused when I woke up again. Something, no everything was completely wrong! For starters, when I opened my eyes I was surrounded by 1 inch thick, pink metal bars. I was laying in an oversized crib with a locked lid on top, covered with frilly, silk, pink bed sheets! What the fuck was going on? I pushed the sheets away, sat up and bumped my head into the bars. When I yelped and rubbed my forehead to ease the pain, I heard a very high, squeaky, girlish voice! That wasn't me, was it? Totally terrified I cleared my throat and tried again. What the fuck..., I said, but again I heard a little girl speaking. What the hell was going on? I coughed and gave it another try, but one more time I heard this ridiculous high, completely girlish voice! I also realized that my mouth felt wrong somehow! At first I couldn't put a finger on it, but then it hit me. In disbelief I probed my mouth with the tongue, but the feeling didn't change. All my teeth were gone! But something else was odd. My tongue felt kinda strange. The tip was completely numb and hard! I could feel the tongue touching my gums, but not the other way around! Despite my best effort I could only make it move sideways and forward. Bending it up or down was completely impossible! I stuck it out to get a glance. This couldn't be real! From what I could see, the tip was bright pink with silver sparkles all over! Shit! What the fuck had they done to me? After stifling the urge to cry, I eventually realized that my hands and feet were heavily bandaged. I didn't notice it earlier because I was too busy with everything else. I tried to flex my fingers and toes, but I could barely feel them. The bandages were so tight that I couldn't move them even an inch! Next, I noticed the big, bulky diaper between my legs. It was so huge that I couldn't close my legs any more! In panic I pushed the sheets further down revealing a pair of tight, frilly plastic pants with a thick diaper beneath! Then Mom entered the room. Look who's awake! Hello Sissy!, she said. My 3 sisters followed when she approached the crib. As they stared down at me I was so scared that I involuntarily wet myself. The pee just squirted out uncontrollably! That was quite a shock, but not the worst. The pee didn't came out of my dick as usual, but below my balls! What... what have you done?, I shrieked with my ridiculously high voice. Well, in short, we turned you into a little girl, sweetie., Mom announced. What?, I gasped. It's not that difficult to understand, is it? You were a complete failure as a man, so I decided to give you a fresh start., Mom explained. What the fuck? Fweth thtawt? What the fuck?, I howled. My hard, almost inflexible tongue made it impossible to talk properly and left me with a heavy lisp. I sounded ridiculous! My sisters grinned broadly while Mom shot a terrifying glance at me. Watch your mouth, Sissy! I don't want to hear such dirty words from you ever again, do you understand?, she shouted. Who the hell she thought she was? She couldn't talk to me like that! Fuck you! I'ww thay whatevew I want!, I squealed. Oh my, Sissy has her first tantrum!, Mom chuckled at my pathetic attempt to intimidate her. With my high voice and the heavy lisp I couldn't scare anyone any more! Yes, it's quite funny, don't you think?, Sam giggled. Definitely, but I can't let her get away with it. She has to learn to obey, so she just earned herself the first spanking!, Mom announced. All my sisters grinned broadly and nodded in agreement. They didn't take me serious any more! Why should they? I sounded like a little girl! It was so frustrating that I beat the bars with my heavily padded hands. Get me out of hewe! Thith ith widicuwouth!, I screamed at the same time. Right, I guess we should do that. You've been in there long enough., Mom chuckled. Then she took a golden key from her pocket and unlocked the lid of the crib. Next, she lifted me out like I weighed nothing and put me down onto the big changing table at the window. I looked around. From what I could tell the room was on the second floor. The window above the changing table was barred, and the door was made of heavy steel. It was open, but in front of it was a pink baby gate, which was closed. It was about 4.5 feet high so I couldn't step over without opening it. The carpet was dark pink and fluffy, the wallpaper light pink. The ceiling was painted white for a change, to brighten the room up, I guess. I hated it instantly! To the left was the crib, beside it a vanity table with a pink framed mirror, and to the right a huge wardrobe with full length mirrors at the doors. When I saw my face I gasped. I barely recognized myself! I looked like a doll! I had big, round eyes with long, black eyelashes and dark eyebrows perfectly matching my light blue eyes. My nose was just a tiny knob, and my lips were huge, much bigger than I remembered! I wore bright, pink lipstick which glittered in the light, and my round cheeks had a slight pink touch. That couldn't be me! I shook my head in disbelief and blinked several times because I couldn't believe that it was actually me! But much to my horror the the doll face in the mirror repeated everything after me! Long hair, now blond and curly, drooped over my shoulders, making me look even more like a little girl! What the hell? What... what the fuck did you do to me?, I howled. Mom instantly slapped my face hard so hard that I screamed out in pain. Didn't I tell you that I don't want to hear filthy words from you ever again?, she shouted angrily while I was fighting the urge to cry like a little girl again. Can we proceed, please? I need to check her!, Emma urged. Yeah, sure! Let's show her your fine work., Mom agreed. Then Emma approached the changing table and cut the bandages on both hands with a pair of blunt scissors. Once again I couldn't believe my eyes! My thumbs were gone, as were the upper joints of all fingers, and the remaining parts were joined together! Desperately I tried to spread my fingers, but they wouldn't come apart, no matter how hard I tried! I couldn't even see a scar between my fused fingers, and it looked like I never, ever had thumbs! Then Emma took my hand and inspected them closely. Not bad for my first subcuticular sutures, don't you think?, she cheered while Mom, Sam and Chloe bent forward to look at my mutilated hands. Perfect!, Mom cheered while my sisters nodded appreciatively. This was total madness! How could they do this to me? My hands were completely useless now! Unfortunately she wasn't done yet. While I was sobbing like a little girl, Emma cut the bandages from my feet. I had to wipe the tears from my eyes to see what she had done and immediately started to cry again. She had removed the big and pinky toes on both feet! Good!, Emma grunted after a close inspection. Yes, very nice indeed! You're gonna be a great surgeon!, Mom commended. Let's see if she can still walk!, Sam suggested eagerly. Right!, Mom agreed and put me onto my feet. When she let go, I instantly put my hands onto the changing table to support myself. Without the missing toes it was almost impossible to keep my balance. It took me a while to even stand steadily! Now walk to the mirror, Sissy. Take a look at yourself!, Mom ordered after I took my hands from the table. I tried to turn around but instantly had to put my hands onto the table again! I concentrated hard to make the first step, but as soon as I let go, I dropped to my knees. I couldn't walk any more! Mom and my sisters laughed hysterically while I desperately tried to get up. This couldn't be real! Oh my!, Mom chuckled. You may crawl if you want!, she added, but that was out of question. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction and got back onto my feet. It took a while until I regained my balance, but this time I knew what to expect. I was very careful and took only a tiny step, but even that was almost too much. Without the missing toes I had almost no lateral support! After 3 tiny, unsteady steps the table was out of reach, which was very frightening. With the bulky diaper between my legs I more or less waddled like a toddler. I had to use my arms to keep my balance! Despite my best efforts I fell again. Upon the next step I stumbled and dropped to my knees. I howled loudly in sheer and utter frustration! Told you that it would work!, Emma said smugly. It's perfect! She walks like a toddler!, Sam cheered. I have to admit, I had my doubts, but you're right. I love it!, Mom agreed. How could you doubt me? It's anatomy 101!, Emma said with mocked disappointment. It won't happen again, darling!, Mom chuckled. I didn't bother to get up any more and crawled to the mirror while Mom and my sisters were laughing at me. Then I sat down in front of it on my thickly padded bottom and stared at me in disbelief. That... that person in the mirror couldn't be me! I looked like an oversized doll or little girl with no trace of maleness left! I had barely recovered from the shock when Mom pulled me up. Come on, Sissy. You have to see yourself in full glory!, she said. Once I was back on my feet, my glance slowly wandered down my body. Except the thick diaper I was completely naked. Also, I was much thinner than I used to be. My arms were scrawny, and my legs were only a shadow of their former self. My unsightly pot belly was gone. Now I had a narrow waist flaring out into a wide ass, and a flat, sexy tummy instead. My body was completely female! I couldn't resist and tried to wipe the garish, glittering pink lipstick off, but it didn't smudge a bit. Neither did the blush on my cheeks! Next, I stuck my tongue out. That confirmed what I saw earlier. Most of my tongue was pink speckled with tiny silver stars. Also, I didn't have teeth any more! Suddenly I had to pee very badly. The urge was incredibly strong and came out of nothing! I instantly pushed both hands into my crotch and pressed the knees together, but it didn't help at all. I need to pee!, I howled desperately with my girlish voice. I even turned my feet inwards and started to tread water, but that didn't help either. Shit, I needed a bathroom fast! So I turned around and toddled towards the door, but I didn't get far. After 4 steps I tripped and dropped to the soft, fluffy carpet. When that happened I completely lost control and wet myself uncontrollably. The pee squirted out of the little hole like a geyser! I tried everything to hold it back, but nothing worked! I wet myself helplessly like a little baby. It was so humiliating and embarrassing that I started to cry again. How cute! She's the perfect little girl!, Sam shouted excitedly. Definitely! She's as good as she gets!, Mom chuckled while I struggled to get up. With my maimed hands and feet I couldn't, so I eventually sat down on my thickly diapered butt with my legs spread to both sides. This was very, very bad. Without thumbs my hands were more or less useless, and without the missing toes I could barely stand or walk. And on top of all that I now had the bladder control of a little girl! Despite my best efforts I just pissed into my thick diaper! I tried everything to hold it back, but nothing worked! The pee just shot out of the hole between my legs! What the fuck have you done?, I howled desperately, but once again they just laughed at me. Then Mom picked me up and put me onto the changing table. In a second her expression changed from amused to dead serious. When I realized that I had sworn again, it was already too late. With a swift move Mom slapped my face again, this time the other cheek. Don't you listen, Sissy? No more filthy words! I can do this all day! Do you understand, Sissy!, she hissed very annoyed after I cried out in pain. This fucking bitch! She couldn't talk to me like this, but when I opened my mouth again, she slapped me once more. As I said: I can do this all day! Actually, I encourage you to talk back some more! This is fun!, Mom said grinning broadly. Craptastic! She knew exactly how to push my buttons! This time I tried to stay calm, but it didn't work. Instead of cursing her I started to cry again. Why are you crying, Sissy?, Mom wanted to know. I... I... That huwt!, I stammered. Good! It's supposed to! Maybe we can have a serious conversation now. Well, as far as possible., Mom replied. Ath faw ath poththibwe?, I asked in disbelief. Have you ever tried to have an important talk with a 4 year old girl?, Mom inquired. No? Why thouwd I? What doeth that have to do with thith?, I wanted to know. Everything, Sissy! You are the 4 year old girl!, Mom eventually let the cat out of the bag. What? You can't be thewiouth!, I gasped. Chapter 3: The bitter truth But I am, darling. Look at you! You look like a little girl, you talk like a little girl, you even have accidents! So if something walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck..., Mom giggled. That took a while to sink in. I stared into the mirror for quite some time before I understood it. I was the 4 year old girl! No, no, no! You can't do that to me!, I eventually sobbed desperately. But we already have, Sissy! You are the little girl in the mirror! Get used to it!, Mom replied. But... but I don't want to be a wittwe giww!, I howled. Shut up, Missy! Be a good girl and let adults talk!, Mom demanded sharply. I didn't dare to talk back. When she saw my lips quivering she continued. You are a a 4 year old girl now, and you won't grow. Not until I say so, understood?, she told me. You may have already noticed that you have a very weak bladder, much weaker than an ordinary 4 year old girl, so you have to wear diapers 24/7!, she announced much to my horror. What?, I screeched with my high voice. Also, from now on you'll only wear the most frilly, girlish dresses money can buy. And like every well behaved little girl, you will immediately do what I or your sisters or any other adult tell you to do. Furthermore, you will only speak when spoken to and answer any question truthfully! Otherwise you'll be punished harshly, understood?, Mom demanded sharply. This was ridiculous! I couldn't restrain myself any more. Go fuck youwthewf! Thith ith a joke, wight?, I sputtered without thinking, earning me another hard slap. Watch your mouth, Missy! This is no joke! Take a look at yourself!, Mom hissed angrily. Then she grabbed my head and turned it to the mirror. I was looking at a little girl, and that little girl was me. There was no denying it. This couldn't be real! But, but I don't want to be a wittwe giww!, I howled desperately. Oh, come on, Sissy! Face it. You are a little girl now!, Mom said quite annoyed. When it finally sunk in that the little girl was me, I started to cry uncontrollably. I think she's getting it., Mom grunted satisfied. You... you can't do thith... Thith ith madnethth! Tuwn me back now!, I sobbed. That's impossible, darling. There's no way back. You'll be a little girl for the rest of your life!, Mom said much to my horror. No!, I howled. Yes! Emma will explain everything!, she said. Then she stepped away to make way for Emma. Hi, Sissy! It's so cool that you went with that name! I like it much more than Barbie., she cheered. What awe you tawking about? My name ith Chwithtian!, I wailed. No, it isn't, sweetheart! Not any more! From now on your name is Sissy., Mom chimed in. That was ridiculous, but there was nothing I could do, so I just cried some more. Emma waited patiently for me to calm down. Ready, Sissy?, she asked when I was down to quiet sobbing. Weady fow wat?, I sniveled. To tell you what exactly we've done?, she replied. I'd never be ready for that, so this was a good time as any. Good. Then let's start with the obvious: I amputated your thumbs completely, removed the upper limbs of your fingers and sewed the the remaining stumps together. That makes your hands useless, so you'll need help with pretty much everything., she explained. She wasn't wrong. Like this they were unusable lumps at the end of my arms instead of sophisticated tools! I couldn't even make a fist any more! This had to be a very, very bad dream! How... how couwd you? I want my handth back!, I shrieked desperately. What do you mean? You still have your hands, Sissy., Emma chuckled. I... I mean my thumbth and fingewth! Fikth it now!, I demanded. That's impossible. Your thumbs are gone for good. They went into the trash right after I sawed them off! Together with the tips of your fingers., she told me. I cried some more, but they didn't care. They waited patiently until I wiped the tears from my face. My nose was running from all the crying, so I looked for something to wipe it with. To my left was a box with tissues. I tried to take one, but failed miserably. Without thumbs it was almost impossible! After the 3rd attempt I gave up. Do you need help, Sissy?, Mom asked delightedly. Yeth! My handth awe uthewethth!, I howled. Perfect! Just as intended!, she cheered. Then she easily took a tissue and held it to my tiny nose. I couldn't believe it! I was even more helpless than a baby! Now, let's focus on your feet. I removed the big and pinky toes. Sounds pretty innocuous, doesn't it?, Emma continued once my nose was clean. Yeth, but I can bawewy wawk now!, I whined. Exactly! We hope that with a little practice you'll eventually be able to waddle like a toddler., Emma explained. Waddwe wike a toddwew? You can't be thewiouth!, I sobbed. Oh, come on, Sissy! You already tried to walk. How did that work out?, Mom asked impatiently. Not tho weww..., I muttered close to tears again. See? But if you practice hard, you'll be up and tottering in no time!, Mom chuckled. But... but..., I whimpered. No buts, Sissy! Your toes went the same way as your thumbs: Right into the trash!, Emma cut me short. No! Thith hath to be a bad dweam!, I sobbed desperately. It isn't, sweetie! All this is quite real!, Mom replied mercilessly. Let's continue. After taking care of your hands and feet, I pulled your teeth., Emma went on. Why... why did you do that?, I asked with quivering lips. Because Mom insisted, and because I wanted to test my dentist skills., she chuckled. What? You did it jutht fow fun? You awe inthane!, I howled. This time Emma slapped my face. Are you just plain stupid or are you doing that on purpose, Sissy?, Mom asked. I'm not thupid..., I muttered defiantly. Then you're deliberately vexing us? I told you, I should have cut her vocal chords!, Emma shouted furiously. No! I love her girlish voice and the cute lisp!, Sam intervened instantly. Me, too!, Chloe agreed. Well, as before you're overruled, Emma! Besides, I also like her lovely voice! You did a great job. You should be proud!, Mom commended her. Thanks, guys., Emma replied awkwardly. What? You thewiouthwy conthidewed tuwning me into a mute?, I gasped barely able to refrain myself from insulting them again. Yes, that idea was on the table. Emma was in favor, but in the end we agreed that it would be much nicer to have you chatter like a little girl., Mom replied. What... what did you do?, I asked hesitantly. I trimmed your vocal chords to a bare minimum. The shorter they are, the higher the voice., Emma explained. But... but... I thound wike a wittwe giww now!, I cried. Precisely! It's really cute!, Sam chimed in. Yes! That's exactly the point., Mom snickered. These fucking bitches! How could they do this to me? Nobody would take me serious like this, not with this voice! Once again I had to fight the urge to swear. That would only end up in pain. Besides, I had another issue to address. And... and what did you do to my tongue? I can bawewy move or feew the the tip any mowe!, I complained. That was Chloe's idea. After we agreed on the voice, she suggested the lisp., Mom said. I immediately stared at her with utter hatred. She never liked me, and I never liked her very much. The feeling was quite mutual. Well, Sissy, I injected botox into the tip of your tongue to make it numb. Then I used another drug to harden it. The effect of each is temporary, but used it combination makes it permanent., Emma explained. No! You... you can't do that!, I howled. But we did, Sissy!, Emma chuckled. Yes, and it can't be undone!, Mom sniggered. But I thound wike an idiot!, I howled. Aw, don't say that, darling! You sound like the cute, little girl!, Mom giggled. Indeed I did, but from my point of view it wasn't pretty at all! It was ridiculous! I think it's easier to just show her the final piece of the puzzle., Emma suggested. Yes!., Mom agreed. Then Emma removed the thick, pink plastic pants. Beneath that was a very bulky diaper. It was so wet that the blue indicator strip was completely gone. How the fuck did that happen? Perfect timing! Seems that Sissy needs a change!, Mom cheered. Definitely! She's soaking wet!, Emma chuckled. It was so humiliating and embarrassing that I burst into tears again. I remembered wetting myself once, but that wasn't nearly enough to fill the whole diaper! Unfortunately I had no time to think about it. The real shock came when Emma took it off. I couldn't believe my eyes! That's why my crotch felt so strange! My small dick was trapped in a vicious chastity device. A big, shiny steel rod with a big metal ball at the end protruded from the tip of my dick. It came right out of the peehole! 4 steel rods were attached to the ball: one at each side, one on top of my penis and one at the underside. All of them were curved, so they forced my penis to point down! At the other end the rods were attached to thick, heavy steel ring around the base of my dick. That ring was connected to another ring encircling the base of my ball sack. The latter one was very wide and tight making my testicles bulge. Additionally, another curved bar between them, front to back, creating a separate pouch for each testicle. It was too tight for any movement. My balls couldn't retract to the body any more, nor was there room for even the tiniest erection. That's why I had this dull pain down there since I woke up! From what I could tell, they also circumcised me. The foreskin was gone about half way down my shaft exposing the sensitive tip and inner foreskin to the cold steel. Hesitantly I lifted the tip of my dick. I winced and shrieked with horror when I felt the rod move inside me. What... what have you done?, I gasped in disbelief. Just an insurance that you'll never, ever molest innocent girls again., Mom answered. I... I don't undewthtand..., I howled. Come on, Sissy! We all know that you raped that poor girl!, Mom replied furiously. Finally I knew what they were talking about! This was all because of Cindy? That fucking bitch claimed that I raped her only after she found out that I was fucking rich! Now I get it! Thith ith aww a big mithundewthtaning! Don't bewieve anything the thaythth! The onwy wantth money. I never waped hew!, I sighed with relief. Tho, thinthe we have that cweawed up, just thange me back. No quethtionth athked!, I continued. It's not that easy, Sissy. First, she wasn't the only girl to come forward. Second, you have no idea how many strings I had to pull to make all the charges go away. And third, you're totally useless. You flunk almost all your classes without the slightest sign of improvement. So, even if it's true that you didn't rape her, why should you be anything but a little girl?, Mom said much to my horror. I... I...., I stammered before Mom cut me short. It's quite simple, Sissy: I gave you several chances, and every single time you made abundantly clear that you have no intention to become a valuable member of our society. So, now you have to face the consequences!, Mom announced. After it sank in, I finally realized that I screwed up big time. Nevertheless, I tried to pick up the bits and pieces. I... I'm tho thowwwy... I can do it, pwomithe! Jutht give me another thanthe!, I begged desperately. Alright. You get one last chance..., Mom said after a while. Thank you, thank you tho much, Mom! I won't dithappoint you, I pwomithe!, I shrieked enthusiastically. Good! Then prove to me that you can be a good, little girl. I don't want to hear any swear words or backtalk, understood? You'll obey every single word I or your sisters say. Can you do that?, she said much to my horror. That wasn't what I expected. What? You can't be thewiouth! I don't want to be a wittwe giww!, I cried. It earned me another hard, painful slap on the face. Think hard and fast, Sissy. If I don't have an answer in 5 seconds, I'll let Emma off the leash. She had some very interesting ideas!, Mom threatened. 5... 4... 3... 2..., she counted down. Thop! I'ww be a good, wittwe giww! I pwomithe!, I whimpered when she was down to 1. Good. Shall we continue, then?, Mom said satisfied. Y... Yeth..., I replied with quivering lips. Please, Emma., Mom told her. Since we've cleared that up: Does it work?, Emma asked next. Doeth what work? I don't undewthtand!, I whimpered. Does the device prevent you from getting hard? Did you have a boner lately?, she inquired. N... no... How couwd I? It'th the twuth, pweathe bewieve me!, I begged. What do you think, guys?, Emma asked the others. I believe her., Mom finally passed her verdict after staring at me for quite a while. Thank you, thank you!, I sputtered. The tension was so intense that I involuntarily lost control of my bladder. Once I relaxed a gush of pee squirted out from between my legs. I pressed my knees together and grabbed the tip of my trapped dick, but that didn't help at all, because the pee didn't come out there. It spurted out of a hole between my legs! I tried everything to hold it back, but it didn't stop until my bladder was completely empty! What the f... What wath that? Why..., What the f... What was that? Why..., I stammered. Fortunately I stopped before I said the forbidden F-word! What do you think happened? You just wet yourself! Little girls sometimes have a weak bladder, and your are one of them, I'm afraid., Mom giggled. What? My bwaddew ith pewfectwy fine!, I whined. No, it isn't. Not any more. You have to wear a diaper around the clock, darling!, Mom announced. Why?, I asked with tears running down my face. Tell her, Emma., Mom ordered. It took a while to figure it out, but eventually I came up with a way to make you pretty much incontinent., Emma cheered. In... incontinent? What did you do?, I asked terrified. Well, I invented a new catheter just for that. I'm calling it the Sissy catheter!, she said proudly. What?, I gasped. Ordinary Foley catheters are plastic tubes with a balloon at the end. Once inside the bladder the balloon is inflated, so it can't slip out again, right?, she asked. I didn't have the slightest idea. I knew what a catheter was, sure, but that was about it, so I gave her a questioning look. The Sissy catheter doesn't have just 1 balloon, but 2. One inside the bladder, nothing special there, and another one right inside the external urethral sphincter., she explained, but it was all Greek to me. Tho? And? What awe you getting at?, I asked impatiently. Now, both balloons can be inflated separately, and the part in between, too. While you were sleeping, I gradually expanded the latter ones., she continued. What doeth that mean?, I wanted to know. Come on! It's anatomy 1 on 1! The external sphincter is responsible for voluntary bladder control., she sighed as if it would explain everything, but I still didn't get it. And?, I replied. Oh my. Are you really that stupid? In layman's terms: We stretched your bladder muscle to a point where it's is pretty much useless! But that's highly inaccurate., she said annoyed. Tho that'th why I couwdn't thtop..., I gasped in disbelief, but she cut me short. Yes, that's why you wet yourself! That and the other procedure., Emma said. The othew pwotheduwe? What ewthe did you do?, I howled. I also put a balloon into your bladder and filled it with epoxy. It should be rock hard by now., Emma continued. What? Why?, I sobbed. To reduce the capacity of your bladder, of course!, she explained. What doeth it mean?, I asked with quivering lips. The balloon reduces your bladder to about a quarter of it's original size while leaving it completely intact. It's basic physics, Sissy! Didn't you learn anything at MIT?, she said as if talking to a imbecile. I'm not thupid! I figuwed that much! But why?, I wanted to know. To make sure that you'll never forget what you are, Sissy! With your widened external sphincter you can't hold your pee for more than half a minute at best, and since your bladder is tiny now, you'll have to pee very often! Altogether, you have a weaker bladder than any 4 year old girl!, Emma explained. Finally I got it! This was horrible! How could they do this to me? No! Undo it! Aww of it! Now!, I shrieked. Another tantrum, Sissy?, Mom asked dangerously quiet. I realized my mistake immediately. No, I'm weawwy thowwy! I'm fine!, I muttered. Good!, Mom cheered. It can't be undone, Sissy. The epoxy is rock hard by now, so it can only be removed with major surgery. I used titan wires attached to your hip bones to keep the balloon in the center of your bladder, so it can't block the urethra. To remove it, your bladder has to be cut to pieces anyway, so any good surgeon would suggest to keep it in place!, Emma explained much to my horror. But... but you'ww wemove the thathtity thing eventuawwy, wight?, I begged. Hell no! What makes you think that it even can be removed?, Mom laughed. Thewe hath to be a way. I can't weaw it fowevew!, I replied. Why not, Sissy? Think! Why would we go through the trouble to create an urethral reroute if we could take it off?, Mom asked. An uwethwaw what?, I howled. That's your territory, Emma!, Mom told her. It's a simple procedure where an alternate exit is created between the legs., Emma explained. And why wouwd you do that?, I wanted to know. Emma sighed and turned to Mom. Is she actually related to me? Nobody can be that stupid!, she sighed. Well, she's my daughter, but you don't have the same father. She's the result of a one night stand which I regret dearly. He was a moron, and obviously, so is she!, Mom admitted. Wow, you have no idea how relieved I am!, Emma sighed. Then Mom turned to Sam an Chloe. You have the same father as Emma. Sissy is the only black sheep., she told them. What? Who'th my weaw fathew?, I demanded to know. I suspected as much, but now I knew for sure. He's an idiot, just like you, Sissy!, Mom said remorsefully. How... how can you thay that? I'm youw thon!, I gasped. No, you're not. You are Sissy now!, she replied firmly. Please continue, Emma!, Mom said next. Yes. Now, Sissy: Do you understand what an urethral reroute is?, she asked. I nodded. Good. Then let me ask again: Why would we do that if the chastity device could be removed?, she went on. You wouwdn't..., I muttered. Exactly! Now, take a closer look, Sissy! Do you see any hinges?, she asked. No!, I cried desperately. No!, I cried desperately.No!, I cried desperately.No!, I cried desperately.That's because there aren't any. It's tungsten steel. All joints are welded and sanded. You need an angle grinder with a diamond blade to cut it!, she explained. No! You'we joking, wight?, I howled. Not at all, Sissy! That thing is on you for good!, Mom giggled. But... but... I'ww go cwathy if I don't... can't...., I sobbed. What? Cum? Jerk off? Ejaculate?, Mom asked. Yeth!, I whined. Well, you'll get used to it, darling!, she chuckled. But... but..., I stammered. Humor me and try! Go on, I won't stop you!, she laughed. I... I can't!, I sobbed. Proving my point, Sissy! Get used to it!, she grinned. Then she pulled a stool from under the changing table and sat down. Now, get your ass over here. I want you on my knees!, she demanded. I'm waiting, Sissy! You remember your promise, don't you?, she said when I hesitated. I started to cry uncontrollably when I got off the changing table and laid down on her legs. This was utterly humiliating, but I had no choice. A spanking was better than anything Emma would do. I was so terrified that I peed again! I... I'm tho thowwy, Mom! Pweathe don't huwt me!, I blurted when I saw the puddle between her legs. That's OK, Sissy. Little girls have accidents!, she laughed. But you need to learn some manners. You said very nasty things. I have to punish you for that. How about 20?, she asked. Only 20? I expected more! Yeth, thuwe! Thank you, Mom!, I sobbed. So 20 it is. I want you to count, Sissy. If you miscount, I'm gonna start again!, Mom chuckled. Then her flat hand went down on my bare butt, alternating cheeks. After 10 blows my ass was on fire and I was crying like a little girl. Please hand me the hairbrush, Emma!, Mom said much to my horror. She did the last 10 blows with it. I was a sobbing wreck when she was done. So, did you learn your lesson, Sissy?, she asked Yeth, yeth! Jutht don't huwt me any mowe, pweathe!, I whimpered. I won't. Next time I have to punish you, Emma will do her magic. Don't forget that!, she grunted. I... I'ww be a good Tiththy! Anything you thay!, I howled while she put me back onto the changing table. Next, Mom diapered me. I didn't complain when she pulled a pair of frilly, pink plastic pants up my legs, nor when she put me into the most frilly pageant dress. It was pink, had a sleeveless top embroidered with differently colored glass beads, and a short, wide skirt! I didn't resist when she pulled a pair of silk, white stockings up my legs and finished it with a pair of pink plastic sandals. Then she grabbed my wrists and dragged me in front of the full length mirror at the wardrobe doors. She fussed with my silly dress until she was satisfied. After she was done, she looked at me in the mirror. Look at you, Sissy! You're so pretty! What do you think, girls?, Mom asked my sisters. The 3 lined up beside her and looked me over. She's perfect! She'd look like a little girl if it wasn't for her height!, Sam cheered. You're taking the words right out of my mouth! She's really pretty!, Chloe chimed in. Yes, she exceeds my wildest expectations. Unfortunately there's nothing I can do about her height., Emma added. That's no problem at all. I actually like it! A constant reminder that she was a man once!, Mom said. Right! Never thought about it this way!, Emma replied. I couldn't believe it! This was utterly humiliating! They had stripped every last trace of maleness from me! In this dress I looked like an oversized baby doll! It had to be a very bad dream! What do you think, Sissy?, Mom finally asked me. I looked ridiculous, but I didn't dare to say that. That would only make her angry, so I told her what she wanted to hear. I'm... I'm... vewy pwetty, yeth..., I muttered barely audible. Good! I knew that you'd say that!, Mom chuckled. Then she took my hand and dragged me into the hallway. She went so fast that I could barely keep up with her. Fortunately she caught me when I stumbled. I'm sorry, Sissy. Am I going too fast?, she asked. Yeth! Thwow down, pweathe! You have no idea how hawd it ith to wawk with thethe feet!, I cried. Perfect! As it should be. I really didn't think that 4 toes would make such a big difference!, she replied. When we arrived at the stairs, she released my hand. Now, be very careful when you walk the stairs, Sissy!, she urged. I had to hold the handrail with both hands, and even then I could only take one step at a time. It took me at least 5 minutes to get downstairs! Not long ago I could have done it in mere seconds! This was so utterly frustrating that I started to cry again. We went into the kitchen where Chloe was preparing breakfast. Sam and Chloe were sitting at the big dinner table. Chapter 4: Being Sissy When I smelled the scrambled eggs and the fresh, hot coffee, I suddenly realized that I was starving! I hadn't eaten for god knows how long. I tried to wriggle out of Mom's grasp to go for the food, but she wouldn't let me go. I was too weak to get away from her! She went to the oversized high chair at the head of the table, opened the tray and lifted me in. Then she closed the tray again and locked it somewhere underneath. The tray was too wide for me to reach the lock, and it snugly nestled against my flat tummy. The gap was too narrow to get out without lifting the tray first, so I was trapped in a high chair! When Emma put a bowl with scrambled eggs onto the table, I instantly tried to take it, but she put it just outside my reach. I struggled to get further out of the chair, but with the tray locked in place I could barely move. Since I couldn't get to the lock, I could only stare at all the delicious food. Once again: Totally and utterly frustrating! I felt so helpless! I'm tho hungwy! Can I have thomething to eat, pweathe?, I asked politely, trying to be the good girl I promised to be. I'll feed you in a minute, Sissy! Be patient!, Mom replied. Feed me? What the fuck? She couldn't be serious! But, but you don't have to feed me! I can do it mythewf!, I said without thinking. Are you sure? Do you really want to try?, Mom asked from behind my back. Yeth, I am thuwe. Jutht give me the bowwth! And a cup of coffee wouwd be nithe!, I replied eagerly. Oh no, Sissy! Little girls don't drink coffee! How about some warm milk with honey instead?, Mom suggested. That sounded disgusting, but I agreed anyway, because it wasn't really a suggestion. Yeah, whatevew you thay, Mom. Now, wouwd you pweathe pathth me the thcwambwed eggth?, I asked. No, darling. That food isn't for you. I'll have your breakfast ready in a minute!, Mom told me. What the hell? Now I got my own food? A second later I heard a blender coming to life. It whirred for about 1 minute. Next, I heard how some slop was being poured into a bowl. Then Mom put a pink plastic bowl, a pink plastic spoon and a baby bottle onto the tray. The bowl was filled with a gross, brown mash. What... what ith that?, I asked in disbelief. That's your breakfast, Sissy! Enjoy!, Mom told me. Then she sat down, poured herself a coffee and filled her plate. She couldn't be serious! I had to eat this... this... whatever it was, while they got all the good things? But... but... I want weaw food!, I dared to complain. What do you mean: real food?, Mom asked playing stupid. The good thtuff! What you'we having! Thcwambwed eggth, bwead wowws, thome theethe!, I demanded. I see. And how would you eat that?, Mom inquired. What do you mean?, I asked. What I mean: how would you chew it without teeth?, Mom giggled. Crap! How the hell could I forget that? When I realized what that meant I burst into tears. Now she got it., Emma chuckled. Obviously! Now stop crying and eat, Sissy!, Mom said. What... what ith thith?, I asked with quivering lips. That's your breakfast, lunch and dinner, sweetheart. I paid a nutritionist an obscene amount of money to tailor it exactly to your requirements. It's very healthy, but not very appetizing. You can't have everything, I'm afraid., Mom replied. But... but what ith it?, I wanted to know. It contains plums, apples, bananas and pineapple, kidney beans and lentils, oatmeal and a spoonful of castor oil. It's high on vitamins and fiber, but very low on carb, so you don't get fat, Sissy!, Mom explained. I... I can't eat that! I wookth wike th... poop!, I cried almost saying a forbidden word. Suit yourself. It's either that or nothing!, Mom said mercilessly. Once again I had no choice. It really sucked being Sissy! Anyway, I was starving! I had to eat something, so I reached for the spoon. I tried to pick it up, but I failed miserably. Without thumbs I couldn't even pick it up. I just shoved it around helplessly! So I used both hands. First, I turned it around so the pointed at me. Then I tried to get hold of the shaft. I managed to pick it up, but it tilted sideways. Now the scoop was pointing in the wrong direction, so I had to twist my arms to fill it. When I tried, I eventually dropped it into the bowl. That used to be such a simple task. Nothing to even think about! But after Emma's modifications to my hands it was pretty much impossible! I started to cry while watching the spoon disappear in the mash. This couldn't be real! Problems, Sissy?, Mom chuckled. Yeth! I... I need anothew thpoon!, I sobbed desperately. Sure!, Mom said. Then she got up and put another one onto the tray. They all laughed out loud when I sank that one into the bowl, too. Perfect! She's as helpless as a baby!, Mom cheered. Told you so!, Emma said. Yes, yes... I admit that you were right!, Mom admitted annoyed. So, do you want another spoon or do you want to be fed?, she asked me next. I was so hungry that I chose the latter one. Fed..., I muttered totally embarrassed. Good choice, darling. But you'll have to wait until I'm done., she told me. 5 minutes later she sat down beside me and spoon fed me the disgusting mash from the bowl. It tasted as horrible as it looked! I retched when I swallowed the first load, but I managed to keep it in. She made me eat everything. I was feeling sick and bloated when the bowl was empty. Very good, Sissy! Now drink your milk!, Mom ordered. But I'm fuww, Mom!, I complained. Just do as I say, darling!, Mom ordered sternly. That was enough to make me obey. I tried to take up the bottle with one hand, but of course that didn't work, so used both. With one hand at each side I lifted it and started to suck at the nipple. The milk was very sweet, much too sweet for my taste, but as always I had no choice. When it was empty, I belched. Very good, Sissy! Let it all out!, Mom chuckled while Emma wiped the table. After cleaning up the kitchen, Mom took a chair and sat down beside me. Now, Sissy: You have to appear in court soon. I expect you to do exactly as I tell you to do, understood?, Mom ordered. That didn't sound good! I was so terrified that I wet myself. Couwt? Why? What awe you tawking about?, I asked. Judge Rodgers requested your personal appearance before signing the papers., Mom told me. What paperth?, I wanted to know. Right then Sam entered the kitchen and dropped a folder onto the table. Those ones., Mom replied. What ith it?, I asked. An application to change your name and gender, and an agreement to make me your legal guardian., she said much to my horror. Now it was time to make a stand. This had gone far enough! I'ww nevew thign that!, I shouted. Mom gave me another hard slap on the face, but I expected that, so I didn't start to cry. Behave yourself, Sissy!, Mom shouted angrily. Anyway, it doesn't matter. We already signed them for you. You merely need to convince the judge that it is what you want., Mom continued. And why the heww thouwd I do that?, I cried defiantly, which earned me another slap. You're forgetting yourself, Sissy! You'll do it because I said so! Already forgot your promise?, Mom barked. Shit, yes! I didn't want Emma to do more damage! I'm thowwy, Mom! Whatevew you thay!, I whimpered. Good! I'm counting on you!, she grunted satisfied. Then she took me out of the high chair, dragged me into the garage and opened the back door of the SUV. In the center of the back seat was a big child's seat. After strapping me in she slammed the door shut. The buckles were out of reach, so I was trapped again. After the trunk was opened and closed, Emma and Chloe sat down beside me. Sam got into the passenger seat, and Mom took the wheel. The closer we came to the court house, the more nervous I became. First, my stomach started to grumble. Then I suddenly had to pee very badly. I squirmed in the seat trying to close my legs, but the wide strap from the child's seat didn't allow that. What's up, Sissy?, Emma asked when she noticed my discomfort. I... I have to pee!, I howled desperately. Try to hold it, darling! We're almost there!, she told me. I really tried, but about 10 seconds later the pee rushed into my thick diaper. It wasn't much, but nevertheless the urge was so strong that I couldn't hold it any more. After Emma's procedures I really had a weaker bladder than a 4 year old girl! You have just wet yourself, haven't you, Sissy?, Emma chuckled when I stopped wriggling. Yeth..., I whispered barely audibly. It was so humiliating that I could barely hold the tears back. Now you know why you're wearing a diaper., she laughed. About a minute later Mom turned into the parking lot of the courthouse. Emma got out first and took a stroller out of the trunk. Shit! This was really happening! I was terrified! I desperately tried to get out, but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. First, I tried to open the buckles, but the buttons were deeply sunken in their metal frame, so I couldn't push them with my useless hands. Next, I tried brute force. I my hands onto the armrests and pushed myself up as hard as I could. But that didn't work, either. The seat was designed to protect me in case of an accident, so naturally the straps were quite strong. Then Mom opened the door and easily opened the buckles. She even did it single-handed! Not long ago I could have done that, too. But not any more. It was utterly frustrating! Get out, Sissy!, Mom ordered. With tears in my eyes I climbed out of the car. Emma was already waiting with the stroller. Sit down, darling!, Mom barked. I looked around to figure out if I could run and hide, but there was just a lot of open space. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide! So I slumped into the stroller and let Mom buckle me in. Once again I was trapped. The closer we came to the courthouse, the more crowded it became. Everybody was staring at me! I was so nervous that I completely lost control over my bladder. When we reached the big staircase, pee was constantly dribbling into my diaper. Chapter 5: The court house Mom pushed the stroller up the ramp beside the big staircase and headed straight for the elevators. The court room was on the 2nd floor. In front of the double door she turned the stroller around and bent down to me. Now, I expect you to give all the right answers. I want all applications signed and notarized when we get out of there, understood? Make it happen or I'll let Emma off the leash!, Mom whispered into my ear. I was so terrified that some more pee rushed into my diaper. This couldn't be happening! Do you understand, Sissy?, Mom asked when I didn't answer right away. Yeth, yeth!, I blurted. Good! Then let's go!, she cheered. Next, she released the buckles, pulled me up and opened the door to the court room. About 10 people were sitting in the benches, and all of them turned their head when we walked down the aisle and sat down in the front row. Much to my surprise judge Rodgers was a woman! A young, hot brunette with big tits! They were clearly visible even under the wide, black judge's robe. The court was still in session. Something about damages, I didn't care. When it was over, Sam stepped forward and handed her a bunch of papers. After skimming them, judge Rodgers looked at me. Christian Myers, step forward, please!, she announced. Go, Sissy! If you put up a good show, you're out of here in no time!, Mom whispered. Yes! The sooner, the better! I wanted nothing more than to get out of here, so I got up and approached the bench. The crowd gasped when they realized that this oversized, little girl was in fact Christian. How pathetic..., someone in the crowd muttered. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I eventually folded them in front of my crotch like a real little girl. Christian Myers?, judge Rodgers gasped. Yeth..., I whispered quietly. Speak up, please! I can't hear you. Are you Christian Myers?, she demanded. Yeth, yeth, I am Chwithtian Myewth!, I said louder with my girlish voice. Unbelievable., she muttered. It was so humiliating that I looked down, but she wouldn't have it. Look at me when I'm talking to you!, she snapped, and so I did. Yeth, Ma'am., I whimpered. Now, plead your case!, she ordered. I... I want my name thanged to Thiththy, and my gendew thanged to femawe. And I want Mom to be my cuthtodian!, I blurted, trying to get over it as fast as possible. The crowd gasped when they heard my heavy lisp. One of them even laughed out loud. It was utterly humiliating! I see. Are you really sure? Are you doing this of your own free will?, she inquired. Yeth!, I sobbed. Very well. All the applications are there and in order, so done, done and done!, she said after signing the papers. Congratulations! Your official name is now Sissy Myers, female, with your mother as your legal custodian. This court is now in recess., she announced. Then she got up and went into her office. Mom followed her while Emma strapped me back into the stroller. Everybody stared at me in disbelief when she pushed the stroller down the aisle, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of there! I sighed with relief and started to cry when the doors closed. About 5 minutes later Mom joined us. You did very good, Sissy. Good girl! Honestly, I thought that you'd put up more of a fight., she cheered. Me, too, considering what you've just done. You have no idea, do you?, Sam chimed in. Let me explain., she continued before I could say anything. With Mom as your guardian she has to agree to everything before it becomes legally binding. You can't buy or own anything, but most important, you can't escape any more!, she went on. What... what do you mean?, I asked. Don't you get it? Now you're legally a 4 year old girl, too! If you run, law enforcement will return you to Mom. She has complete control over your life now., she explained. Crap! They tricked me! Instead of saying yes I should have told the judge what they did to me! No! You can't do that! Get me back in thewe now! I have to teww the judge!, I howled desperately. Won't help, darling. Rescinding the guardianship is a legal transaction, so you need Mom's approval. I doubt that she'll give it, right?, Sam continued. No, never going to happen! You're mine now, Sissy!, Mom laughed. Craptastic! What had I gotten myself into? This was bad, very, very bad! No! You can't do thith to me!, I wailed. Well, fortunately it's already done!, Mom chuckled. I burst into tears. This couldn't be real! I didn't want to be Sissy! Now, I have to go to the lady's room. Do you need a change, darling?, Emma asked. I was still too excited to talk, so I just nodded. My diaper was soaking wet. So she pushed the stroller towards the lady's room. Inside a woman was waiting in front of an open stall. Done? Then wipe, sweetheart!, she said when we entered. Shortly after that the toilet flushed and a very young girl exited the stall. She was about 4 years old and wore black leggins, a black and white striped t-shirt and black sneakers with pink shoelaces. While the woman pulled her t-shirt down she stared at me curiously and tilted her head. You look like my dolly!, she announced. Yes, she does, doesn't she?, Emma replied instantly. Then the little girl's mother stared at me, too. Wow, that's a big girl!, she blurted. Her name is Sissy!, Emma said. My dolly's name is Bertha, but she's much smaller than Sissy!, the girl blurted. A wave of utter humiliation washed over me. I wanted to vanish into thin air, but I couldn't even get out of the stroller, so I started to cry quietly. How could the girl possibly mistake me for a doll? What's your name, darling?, Emma asked. Cassandra!, she cheered. What a nice name!, Emma cheered while spreading a pink plastic pad covered with silly fairies on the floor. What are you doing?, Cassandra wanted to know. I have to change Sissy's diaper, and she's too big for the changing table, I have to do it on the floor., Emma explained. Cool! So she's a pee-pee doll!, the girl giggled. She definitely is, darling!, Emma chuckled. Then she unbuckled me and pulled me out of the stroller. Next, she lifted my short skirt and pulled down the plastic pants. Then she easily lifted me up and laid me down onto the pad. How was that even possible? How could all of them handle me so easily? Last time I checked I weighed almost 200lbs, way too heavy for any of them. I guess I lost some weight while I was asleep, but not that much! Well, I didn't have time to think it through. Only seconds later Emma had my diaper removed revealing my trapped, little dick. Look, Mommy, Sissy has a pee-pee, just like Brody! But Brody's is bigger., Cassandra exclaimed. What... What's going on? Who is he... she?, her mother finally gasped. It's she. She just had her name and gender changed officially., Emma told her. What's a gender, Mommy?, Cassandra wanted to know. Nothing you need to worry about, darling! I'll explain later., her mother replied quickly. What the hell is going on?, she asked next. That's my sister Sissy., Emma explained patiently. If she's your sister, why does she have a d... that... package between her legs?, she asked. I guess technically she's still my brother. But since about half an hour she's legally my sister. The judge just signed the applications., Emma clarified. What? Impossible! Why would he do that?, she gasped. I was scared to death, but I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers! Becauthe they fowthed me! I don't want to be Thiththy! Pweathe hewp me!, I begged. I was so nervous that some more pee squirted out of the little hole between my legs. I expected the worst, but much to my surprise Emma wasn't upset at all. She didn't even flinch! Come on, Sissy! I just saw you begging judge Rodgers to change your name!, Emma sighed. Of course! At least 10 people watched it, and now it was on record! How could I be so stupid? My situation was hopeless, so I cried some more while Emma turned back to Cassandra's mother. Honestly, I have no idea what's going on inside her head. After 25 years as a man she finally confessed that she'd rather be a girl, and now with her wish come true, she's complaining again., Emma explained. Don't withten to hew! They fowthed me! I nevew wanted to be Thiththy!, I squealed. Don't be so ungrateful, Sissy. Mom asked you several time if you really want this, and every time you said yes! I'm sorry, but it's too late. You are Sissy for good!, Emma said before turning back to the woman. If you don't believe me, ask judge Rodgers. It's all on record!, she told her. Then she took a fresh diaper from the bag under the stroller and diapered me. I was crying uncontrollably by then. How the fuck could I be so stupid? I should have told the judge everything! Why is Sissy crying, Mommy?, Cassandra jumped in. Emma answered that question. Because she's very embarrassed that she still wears diaper. I bet you're not wearing them for quite some time, right?, Emma asked while pulling my plastic pants up. Yes! Not since I'm 3!, Cassandra announced proudly. Very good! Sissy is 4 and still wearing. Wouldn't you cry, too?, Emma asked while dressing me. Guess so..., she replied thoughtfully while Emma was adjusting my silly dress. Then another thought struck her mind. Why is she talking so funny?, she asked. That's called a lisp, darling. Sissy has a very bad one. She's still learning. For now that's the best she can do., Emma told her. This was ridiculous! She was responsible for all of this! The did thomething to my tongue!, I whined. Hush, Sissy! What did Mom tell you? Don't speak unless spoken to! Be a good, little girl, please!, Emma silenced me. Cassandra barely listened. She already had something else on her mind. That's a very pretty dress, Sissy!, she told me. Yes, isn't it? Sissy just loves her dresses. She has at least 2 dozen of them, don't you, darling?, Emma chuckled. I didn't know that, but if she said so. I slightly nodded my head. Really?, Cassandra gasped. Yes, she loves them so much that she wants a new one after each diaper change, but I can't do that. It simply takes too long., Emma lied. I hated this dress, but she continued before I could say something. But tell you what, Cassandra: How about you come over for a play date? You could play doll, with Sissy as the doll! You could try all her dresses!, Emma suggested with a mischievous grin. Oh no... She couldn't be serious! Really?, Cassandra shouted excitedly. Sure, but only if your mother agrees., Emma said turning to her. Are you sure?, she asked wearily mustering me from head to toe. Of course! Nothing can happen. Sissy is totally safe. The perfect playmate for Cassandra., Emma told her. Please say yes, Mommy!, Cassandra implored. How old are you, Cassandra?, Emma asked. I'm 4!, she said proudly. Perfect! Exactly the same age as Sissy!, Emma cheered. Please say yes, Mommy! I wanna play with Sissy!, Cassandra