Paul was so excited that instead of going to the office that day he spent it as Susan, pouring over the photographs. He stared and stared at the smiling face of Miss Sandra and squirmed excitedly on the bed in his silkiest panties, muttering "ooooh... pleathe be my Mummmy... pleathe be my Mummy..." until he gasped and shuddered. He had to change his sticky wet panties many times.

At last the day of his interview arrived and Paul found himself in an elegantly furnished sitting room talking to the Mummy of his dreams. He could scarcely take his eyes off her. She had a pleasant face, a small neat figure and large brown eyes and she talked to him exactly as a kindly woman talks to a small child.
"I do adore making men feel lovely and feminine, but you must let go of all your maleness. Can you do that for me dear?"
"Yes Miss Sandra" said Paul softly.
"Excellent. More tea dear ?" Paul wished his hand would stop shaking as he held his cup.
"Now tell me a little about yourself dear. Have you been dressing up for long?"
"Oh yes Miss Sandra, I started ages ago, wearing my Mummy`s panties and things."
"And was it terribly exciting for you dear?"
"Oh yes ! It was so exciting Miss Sandra." replied Paul with feeling. "But I was so ashamed too!"

Sandra crossed her legs so that her stockings swished together with a delicious hissing sound. "Those early sexual feelings are so intense aren`t they Paul? Almost overwhelming! I like to think you can recapture them here though, because we go so deeply into your secret fantasies!" She smiled warmly and patted his knee. "I think you will do very well as one of my frilly darlings dear, that is if you still want to be one?"
Needless to say Paul accepted eagerly, writing a large cheque for the annual membership fee there and then.

Sandra went to a drawer and brought out a pair flimsy nylon panties.

"These are your membership panties dear, you must wear them every day for at least an hour to remind yourself that you belong to me now". Over the front of the pink panties, lest he should be in any doubt, were the words, Sissy under the control of Mummy Sandra.
"Now Susan darling, off you go upstairs and have a nice hot bath while I get some pretty girlie clothes ready for you."

Half an hour later Paul emerged from the steaming bathroom wearing only his membership panties. He heard Sandra calling him from a room on the landing.
"In here darling !"
Paul entered a large feminine bedroom where he found not only his new Mummy waiting for him but also the blonde woman he`d seen in the photograph. She was tall and slim and dressed only in a white lacy bra and panties with tan stockings and a full length sheer nylon negligee.

"I`m your Aunty Jane, Susan darling," she said with a smile. "I take care of the more intimate needs of Sandra`s little girls." She went right up to him, folded her negligee round his body and squeezed him tightly, pressing her lips over his and probing his mouth with her tongue.
"Now now Jane dear !" interupted Miss Sandra, "Paul wants to be dressed as a little girl before we get her too excited!"
"I was just saying hello!" said Jane, reluctantly releasing the new member. "Look! he`s saying hello to me too!" she giggled, pointing to the pionted bulge in the front of his pink nylon panties.

Paul spent the next hour or so in a delicious glow of feminine feeling as the two women dressed him in the frilliest, most girlie outfit he had ever seen. Sensuous perfumes, soft swishy fabrics and gently probing hands overwhelmed him with delicate, dainty pleasures until he was floating on waves of girlishness. By the time they had put the final touches to his make up and led him over to the full length mirror he was trembling with excitement.
"Look Susan darling, see what a perfectly adorable little girl you are!" said Mummy, with a kiss on his smooth cheek.
There before him was an extremely pretty little girl but much younger looking than 6 years old. She was more like a three year old with pink ribbons in her blonde curls, big doll-like eyes and sweet Cupid bow lips. Her dress was pale pink satin yoked from a high bodice, with white chiffon overlay gathered round the hem by a series of big pink bows. The skirt flounced softly over masses of white petticoat making a delicious swishy noise with every movement, and the puff sleeves were so big they brushed her soft cheeks. "Ooooh ! .... oooh .... oooooh ... !" was all the girlish creature could say as he devoured his own image in the mirror. Suddenly he began to rock himself back and forth with a series of little gasps. Jane smiled at Sandra.

"I think little Susan is about to confirm his membership!" she giggled, and sure enough with a helpless groan and a flounce of his petticoats , Paul began to express his creamy girlie feelings into his panties in no uncertain terms. Jane put her arms round his waist and held him tight until his little shudders came to a stop.
"All finished Susan darling ?" she said softly, brushing a blonde curl from his cheek. "Was that a nice girlie thrill ?"
"Aaah ... aaaah ... y . yes thank you Aunty Jane ...". replied Paul, gasping for breath.

Later that evening Sandra, Jane and Paul were sitting downstairs watching a video called `Fancy Frills` The women were taking turns to fuss over his dress and make him sigh with pleasure. Sandra looked at her watch and said, "Susan darling, we have a friend of ours coming over in a few minutes."
Paul gave a jump. "Oh dear, Id better get dressed !" he said quickly.
"No no darling, she`s coming to see you! She loves men in frillies as much as we do. Paul began to relax. He could take any amount of female attention if it was like this.
"The lady is called Gertrude, but you must call her Mummy also- and you must be very babyish for her. Gertrude never had a baby of her own so she really needs to cuddle sissy babies."
Jane smoothed her hand up his bare thigh. "She likes frilly boys to gurgle and dribble dear and she`ll want to give you a bottle on her lap."

When Gertrude arrived however Paul felt a tremor of fear. She was six feet tall in the highest heels he had ever seen and a figure hugging ankle length black skirt.
"Oh what an angel!" she cried on seeing Susan. "She's so babyish!"
"Yes Gertrude. Little Susan is only two- isn`t she pretty ?" said Sandra.
"But why isn`t she sucking a nice pacifier? Babies really do need them you know, to feel safe."
"Of course dear", said Jane, quickly producing a big pink pacifier and slipping the rubbery teet into Paul's mouth.
"But what has she got on her feet? Those are Mary-Janes aren't they? She should have pretty baby booties surely!"
"Yes of course Gertrude, here they are all ready" said Sandra, and within a minute Susan's shoes were replaced by white satin booties with big pink satin bows at the ankles and the toes.
"And a bonnet of course, she must have a matching baby bonnet surely?" said Gertrude.

By a happy chance all the things little Susan needed to be babyish enough for the visitor were ready to hand, including of course several soft thick diapers and pretty plastic baby panties. Paul wanted to object to these last items but somehow he felt too weak. The three determined Women were smiling down at him and all his male strength had gone. He felt quite helpless.

He lay on a rubber sheet on the floor as the Women removed his panties, examined his erect little penis for a moment and then carefully wrapped it in the soft fluffy diaper. As Gertrude fastened it with big pins her whole body seemed to relax into maternal tenderness and Paul gazed at her with growing adoration.
"What have we here diddums? Ooh! Look at dese pwetty panties" she cooed softly, inserting his feet into the elastic legs. She drew them up slowly, tugging and patting them round the bulging diaper. "There sweetums! Ooh is a woverly ickel babykins now!"
Paul opened his arms instinctively and Gertrude took him effortlessly into hers. She carried him over to the sofa and settled him onto her soft comfortable lap. He lay there gazing up at his new mummy and saw a tear run down her cheek.
As the comforter was slipped from his lips he said something instinctively. "Ma-ma" .
Gertrude squeeled with pleasures, holding him tight and kissing his cheeks over and over.
"My darling baby... my baby..my baby.." she gasped through tears of happiness.

Sandra and Jane, watching the little scene, were almost in tears too.
"I knew you would like this one darling" said Sandra. He's so submissive. Will you be taking little Susan home?"
"Oh yes! She's mine..she's my little baby!" said Gertrude with a deep sigh.

They took him out to Gertrude's car and Jane lifted the back.
"Oh how sweet!" she said. The back was entirely covered in soft quilted satin over thick foam padding and strewn with a dozen pairs of Gertrude's panties. Little baby Susan was layed gently inside and with his comforter to suck and a big soft teddy bear to hold he looked adorable.

He felt a sudden desire to pass water and without a moment's hesitation just let it gush into his diaper. As the delicious warmth spread he kicked out his legs and goo-gooed happily at the watching Women. After they hugged and kissed goodbye Paul was on his way to a new life of frilly dresses, baby helplessness and 'overwhelming' mother love.