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“Baaaaby. Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t think traffic would be so bad, I’m sorry, okay!! But like, John already literally sat in the car with you while you messed. I don’t see how sitting in that mess on a hot day will make this any more dignified for you, my sweet girl. He’s not even here! Come on baby. You’re just sissy-headed right now and you’re really not thinking straight. Let’s goooo. It’s rude to make Mr. John wait down there for us.”

Sissy Kayla was suffering from a classic case of sissy overstimulation! And who could blame her, the poor thing had quite the morning. For starters, the “surprise” her Mommy had teased the night before had begun with a very early wakeup time and heavy sunscreen application on her increasingly soft and pale body. It was a sure sign that any sort of fun, sexy surprise for the sissy was very much off the table.

Then, in comes Mr. John, Mommy’s new and, in her words, “totally favorite!” boyfriend, dressed for the beach!

“Come on Kayla, your Mommy told me all about how it was your favorite thing to do but you’re all self conscious about it now!” Mr. John had squatted down to Kayla’s height to give the sissy a little pep talk. Behind him, Mommy was giggly and clearly very into him.

“AWWWW! Isn’t he sweet baby??” Mommy gave him a big kiss and they started loading the car while Kayla swam in her own humiliation. The beach?? Yes, it had been her favorite, when it meant seeing Mommy in a bikini, reading under an umbrella, having a beer... but diapered, and with this new soft body of hers?? She’d had absolutely zero interest. And as a first outing with Mr. John, it was all just too much!

Unfortunately, Kayla didn’t make the decisions anymore, so off they went. Her worst fear came true as traffic got worse and worse and after nearly an hour in the car, poor Kayla made her morning mess. Mr. John was so sweet about it, which made it even worse! He’d graciously offered to set up the chairs and umbrellas, walking off with a big umbrella for him and Mommy and a ridiculous pink parasol for Kayla.

“What is it, baby??” Mommy giggled as baby Kayla sat, blushing. “Just all too much, huh??” Kayla nodded demurely. Mommy giggled.

“So it’s all just too much to handle, huh?? I mean, that’s understandable!! You did just make a pretty big mess in your diaper in front of your w-i-f-e and her boyfriend.” Mommy’s spelling out of “wife” had the intended effect of completely humiliating poor sissy Kayla.

“So, I guess you want to stop, huh? I mean, you’ve basically become the most sissy baby version of yourself. Wanna take a little break? Go back to being a...” Mommy put on an exaggeratedly cloying voice. “A big stwong man??”