RoseTurr’s Booty Stuff

#1:

I woke up slowly and groggily but immediately felt wrong. So wrong. My legs were so smooth. My hair was tickling my neck. My lips felt sticky and I smelled like... baby powder and the inside of a Sephora?

Wait, what was happening? I woke up a little more and immediately wished I hadn’t. I felt a sudden, awful moment of realization. This was bad. This was really bad. She hadn’t. No no no. I stumbled out of the small bed and realized fully where I was. I stumbled over to the mirror, and...

No... NO! NO. NO. NO. WHAT HAD SHE... WHAT HAD THAT BITCH DONE??? NO! NOOOOO!!!

I couldn’t even scream. I knew what my voice would sound like, and I couldn’t bear to hear it. I couldn’t bear knowing that the big, fluffy, fat diaper I was wearing would soon be filled with my own wetness and messes, that the ringlet curls were likely permanent, as were the breasts I had...

It had always felt like a total joke. I’d never believed her. What my Mother did, what these people did, to those boys was cruel. “Sissy Solutions.” It disgusted me. I always hid my distaste for it, but I thought it was awful. I actually have lost sleep thinking about the sissies I’d met... ambitious young men turned regressed whiny wimpy sissies. I had nightmares where I woke up in a pink diaper, my Mother cooing over me...

She knew though, that this was my worst nightmare come to life. That’s why she’d done it. All because I’d cheated on Prudence. Why had I agreed to date her?? She was such a weirdo!!! She played with stuffed animals and dressed so prissily and... I could do so much better, I had done so much better, Emily Ann was gorgeous, of course I’d made out with her, she liked me... I even officially dumped Prudence the next day...

None of that mattered now. I’m a sissy. I’m a diapered sissy. My own Mother had put me into her most intensive sissficiation because I’d cheated on her best friend’s daughter...

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I finally let loose, and burst into sobs hearing my new high-pitched voice. “Thithh ithh my voicthh.” More sobs. She’d given me a horrible, lilting, lisping, high pitched voice. For some reason, my first thought was Bye-Bye, law school. Bye bye, most things...

“Oh my, someone’s woken up!” My Mother walked into the room, along with... God, NO!!!

“Hiya there pretty-boi!” Prudence giggled in her high pitched voice. Less than mine, I thought with a pang of humiliation. “Someone’s a cutie patootie! Way to go Aunt Millie!”

My Mother smirked. “Good job to YOU, Prue! After all,” She made direct eye contact with me and my heart sank. “You made practically every decision!”

“Prudenthh... I mean, Prue-denthh...” I burst into tears. “PLEATHH! Help me!”

“I’d LOVE to! We were going to suggest the same thing!” She giggled. “Your Mama offered me an internship... so I’m going to shepherd your whole adjustment period! Isn’t that exciting?? A friendly face! Just don’t tell anyone we dated, it’s totally embarrassing!” She giggled and winked. #2:

Every morning, my Mother (who I am now only capable of referring to as Mommy or Mama, UGHHHH) and Prudence (Mithh Prudenthh, I learned she’d insisted on the lisp specifically so she could hear me lisp her own name!) burst into my room, full of energy and excitement, ready to walk me through the humiliation of the day.

On my first day, it was the basics. At Miss Prudence’s insistence, my new legal name was “Annabella Rose,” which I suppose was technically based on my old name of Andrew Ryan... a name, by the way, which I was incapable of uttering despite how hard I tried. I could stomp and cry and all I could stammer out was “My name's Annabella Rose!” No lisp there, I noticed.

The next day, makeup. Miss Prudence giggled her way through the day, teaching me every aspect of how to do my new routine. She also informed me that my cheeks were permanently blushed and my lips were stained forever pink, not that I couldn’t use lipsticks to change the color, but I’d never go “without” again.

The following day, I learned everything there was to know about my diapers. The whole time, Mama had been teaching Miss Prudence how to change my diaper, letting them both get a nice look at the specialty chastity cage installed on all sissies who came through here. It was pink, glittery, and totally impenetrable. Despite knowing for a fact that no sissy had ever managed to cum inside it, I tried every night, falling asleep sobbing and wishing I’d been faithful.

Weeks went by. I was told my muscles had atrophied so much that I needed to re-learn how to do most things... and therefore there were many things I’d never, ever, re-learn. Sports, running, lifting heavy things, never again. My walk would forever be more mincing and waddling than before.

One day Mommy had left and Miss Prudence and I were left alone. She cooed and checked my wet diaper. “Does little Annabella need a change?” I nodded meekly.

“Mitthh Prudenthh?” She giggled and nodded. “I just wanna thhay, I’m sowwy.” I was so mad at her, but... she was my only real friend here, and I wanted her on my side a little. “I’m so sowwy I made kissies with siwwy Miss Emiwy Ann!! I withh I could take it all back!!”

“Oh darling!” She cooed. “It’s okay. I forgive you.” She started taping up my new diaper. “In fact... I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell you this yet, but since you’ve been sweet...” She leaned in to whisper. “This wasn’t your Mommy’s idea!!! It was MINE!”

“And it wasn’t because you cheated... it’s why I crushed on you in the first place! So we could be a sissy-baby and Mommy couple, forever! And you’re PERFECT!”

I sat on the changing table in shock. “You w-wanted me to be like thithhh??” She nodded gleefully. My heart sank again. I was so fucked. #3:

Four months had gone by since I’d been brought to Sissy Solutions. Six weeks had gone by since my ex(?)-girlfriend, Miss Prudence, had admitted that the only reason she had such a mega-crush on me is she knew dating the son of a Sissy Solutions senior director was her best bet to having her dream come true: a sissy baby of her very own.

She’d confided in me since admitting her plan to me how much she’d always hated men, how she wished she could do this to every boy she knew... but I was a good start. Meanwhile, my programming had kicked in so strongly that I wasn’t able to do anything but coo, agree, and profess my love and admiration for this girl who had sentenced me to a life of dresses and diapers. Some nights I dreamed of sports, living as a man, kissing my former crush, Emily Ann, her luscious hair and perfect breasts and gym-toned body... only to wake up to Miss Prudence tickling my tummy and inspecting my diaper.

“Baby! Exciting news! Your Mama and I spoke, and her and I agreed! From now on... she’s gonna be Aunt Millie, and can you guess what you’ll be calling me from now on?”

I could. “M-Mommy?”

She gave me a big hug and a wet kiss. “THAT’S RIGHT! Oh my gosh, my good sissy!!” Another wet kiss. “You’ve become such a perfect girl... I was worried... you were a bit of an ambitious, cocky, stupid boy...” Another kiss on my cheek. “But NOW! Oh my gosh. You’re perfect.”

I nodded meekly. She’d done it, she was right. I’d been ruined.

“Now, today’s a BIG day. Mommy’s gonna teach her baby how to walk again!”

After a whole day of sweatily re-learning to waddle in my diaper on a treadmill, I was as exhausted and humiliated as I’ve ever been. I could hardly bear the thought of being in this facility for another minute.

“Mommy,” I knew I would regret asking. “When can we go home?” She gasped and kissed me.