new-sissy-baby

The doorbell rang, and Jeremy Boland's heart stopped. It could only be one person at the door - the worst possible person in the circumstances. If only she would go away if he sat tight and didn't answer it. If only he could wind back time and avoid the consequences of what he had done. But that was not going to happen. The rail of his wife's clothes was waiting for him, and Pam's voice prodded him onto his feet.

"The door isn't going to open itself, Jeremy. Would you mind letting mother in."

The wretched husband made his way across the laminate floor, from their living room into the hall. This was what it was like, to have a heart of lead in your chest. To be covered in guilt, and to be faced with the most humiliating and contemptuous people you know. Through the glass panels he could tell it was Diana, and - oh shit - she had someone with her. He drew a deep breath and opened the door.

His mother-in-law was in a navy blue suit and striped blouse, with her white coat over her arm. She pinned him with a look of bitter accusation, but perhaps worse was the sight of who she had brought with her; her niece Patsy, who must have been only 18 years old. The girl's serious face told him at once that she knew what he had done. His blackest guilt was the reason why they were here.

Diana Marshall, Pam's mother, was a glamorous 50, who coloured her hair a light reddish brown and wore it in a fullish pageboy almost onto the collar of her blouse. Her narrow features gave her a constant air of dissatisfaction, which her son-in-law took as criticism. After all he was guilty of daring to marry her daughter, as if he could match her inestimable qualities. This time her criticism was fully deserved, and her chin pointed at him with more venom than usual. No words were exchanged: Jeremy didn't dare speak for fear of being slapped down, and for Diana, he was beneath being given the time of day. She wheeled a suitcase through the doorway, and indicated to him that he was to bring it after her as she and her niece headed into the living room with the clacking of indignant heels.

"We'd better get started," said Pam as soon as he was back. "Your appointment is at 10.15." She sat forward on the edge of the settee, almost as righteous as her mother, in her yellow patterned blouse with three quarter sleeves and a tie neck bowed on her breast. She matched her blouse with a knee-length, straight skirt in white wool-polyester which hissed with every movement over her slip. "Mother has brought Patsy with her to help her put you into the clothes they expect at Boy Pinkie. It's the sort of humiliation a cheating husband must expect, and you in particular after I had put my trust and my hope of happiness in you."

He had seen Patsy at the wedding and then at Christmas, but knew her only as a quiet, pretty girl with long, dark hair. She was studying to be a therapist or something. He saw from the corner of his eye the girl's legs were very slim and her shoes matched the A-line dress she wore to her knees, looking white but with a faint hint of pink. It was a modest dress, lace covered above the waist to a high neck, with long sleeves that clung to her girlish arms, and a dainty Peter Pan collar. Her tights were the same pinkish white. "Get up," ordered Pam. "They need to strip you so as to put you into your sissy club clothes."

Her words bit into his injured pride. Fancy saying that in front of her mother, and for this girl to hear. Pam's annoyance had her complexion blooming with a reddened glow. Perhaps it was the glossed deep red lipstick she had chosen for the occasion, and the gleam of the light from the window on her immaculate hair, but she looked more lovely to her wretched husband than he had ever seen her. Her teeth were pure white, her eyes beautifully lined and shaded with a maroon tint, while her white earrings and the single line of beads around her neck made him regret to the bottom of his heart having broken her trust with that stupid new girl at the party, so that now he had lost the treasure of her love. Worse, he had placed himself in the line of fire for her vengeance, which was turning out to be bitter and toxic in the extreme. Diana was standing over him, with Patsy at her side. He struggled to his feet between them, his mouth hanging open as his misery grew deeper.

Diana started by holding the neck of his polo shirt, lifting his chin with the back of her hand, and undoing the buttons. The girl got hold of his pants at the waist, undid the button and pulled down his fly. Humiliation burst over him, but he had to bite hard as he was being undressed, in a silence that covered him in guilt. Diana sat and watched, her fingers laced over the ends of her knees.

"I dare say husbands trick their wives the world over," she commentated as Patsy stooped at his feet and pulled his pants at his ankles to make him step out of them, "getting up to the most disgusting male behaviours while they think they're not being watched." His shirt was thrown over the back of an armchair, leaving his torso naked, and Patsy folded his pants on top of it. "But when it happens to you, the wickedness of intent is seen for what it is." Jeremy stood paralysed as his mother-in-law unthreaded his boxers from his cock and pulled them onto his thighs. She left her niece to crouch and get them down to his ankles and off his feet. He cringed, naked, between them, as Pam voiced her indignation.

"That girl, Deborah, who you found more attractive than me, after knowing her for all of twenty minutes, told me the disgusting, suggestive things you were saying to her." He caught sight of her lower jaw and how it was trembling with anger. "Then how you were all over her as you danced with her - Don't Stand So Close to Me, it was they were playing, huh! - pushing against her tits, and groping - groping up under dress!"

"Disgusting!" cried Diana, her voice a sneer.

"Is it any wonder you're going to pay for it with sissification?"

Jeremy squirmed at the words, and heard the girl Patsy gasp beside him, her dress in his vision beside his naked legs.

"If it was me, you'd be divorced already," snapped Diana, wheeling the rail of female clothing into the space between settee and armchairs.

"You've got a point, Mother, but I prefer to make him regret it. That's why I'm keeping tight hold of the reins. And we're starting with him being enrolled at Boy Pinkie. It's exactly the come-down that gropey-boys like him need. It'll show him how wrong he was to think he was anybody. Get him dressed, Mother." She interrupted her attack to get things moving. "Start with one of your corselets and put him into stockings. Patsy, darling, would you mind helping?"

Jeremy Boland cringed under a flood of shame as Diana opened her suitcase on an armchair. Oh the horrors he could see inside. One of her chiffon waist petticoats, a blouse of hers that he didn't recognise but which looked horrendous with ruffles of satin, and then she stood up brandishing her corselet. His heart sank lower than ever before, and she stood in front of him, dangling it in its full, white satinette shape, dripping with suspender clips.

It wrapped round him from back to front, so that a zipper could be fitted at the front of one thigh, then zipped up to under his left arm. It was to be enclosed behind a long row of corset hooks, which they both set about connecting. While they were busy, Pam hunted through the contents of her mother's case and came up with two matching stockings.

"I know one thing," she said, handing the stockings to Patsy, "I am damn well going to keep my husband under my own control, day in, day out. There's going to be no possibility of you making any wrong moves, my boy."

"I would hope so," declared Diana, grabbing her son-in-law round the waist and pulling him so that he sat backwards on her knee for Patsy to address his legs with the stockings. "Is it a secure unit, this Pinkie Boy? He can't run out into the street, for instance?"

A moan of self-pity escaped her son-in-law's throat as his leg was seized for the hose to be slid on and unrolled over his ankle and up his leg.

"It's secure. And the course they do will go to work on his brain, pulling everything in line with the controlled mind-set I want in him. They seem to reckon it works 80% of the time, and always produces long-lasting results."

Jeremy was horrified. Partly because his cock was stiffening, with Patsy clipping his stockings to his corselet, but also because he shuddered at the thought of mind-conditioning. What did that mean? His mother-in-law fingered through his wife's lingerie on the rail, and lifted out one her widest half slips, expanded all round with tiers of white chiffon. He was going to be put into it in front of Patsy.

"Husbands guilty of infidelity must be made to regret it," said Diana, passing the petticoat to her niece who opened the elastic at its waist in front of his feet. "So you, Mister Grope-Panty, will be mincing around at sissy club in your wife's frillies." She looked him straight in the eye, her lips pursed with undeniable truth. "It's the best way for Pam to be sure of your future fidelity. Other women," and she turned to Patsy as if asking her view, "are not going to give a guy any sort of credence if he spends hours each day learning to be effeminate at a sissy club, and then comes home and wears pink nylon and pantyhose around the house." She lifted the double flounce of chiffon that spread round him and took a firm hold of her son-in-law's cock where it reached out of the front edge of her corselet. He gasped and tried to hold her hand in a handful of chiffon for protection, until she unpealed it with her free fingers. "Move your hand, boy. I am keeping hold of this until it is safely inside Boy Pinkie and under the control of the nursing staff."

He had to do something to protect himself. He couldn't go through with this awful punishment they had insisted on. The thought of being seen by all kinds of women in this sissying place was making him nearly wet himself. Surely they would listen to reason, especially if young Patsy thought they were being harsh.

"Pam darling - Pam," and tears were ready to burst from his eyes, "you can't send me to this awful Pinkie place, wearing your clothes - with people seeing me. They'll laugh at me. I'll be humiliated. They'll think I'm having a gender change or something." His voice broke to a squeak and he had to clear his throat. "I'll do anything to show you I can be trusted. I'll make it up to you, you'll see. I'll be the perfect husband, every day. There'll be no need to keep an eye on me or - or have me conditioned."

He ran out of steam, or rather, he was desperately close to peeing out of shame into Diana's hand round his cock, which was now as stiff as if it was erected. He looked down between the white lace-topped cups of her corselet, and realised that his organ was aching with a sort of pleasure in her grip. If only he could control his urine. He pressed his knees together as hard as he could during a long pause as the women stood round him.

"Have you finished?" said his mother-in-law. He had no reply, clenching his groin as she held him. "Then it looks like we have made exactly the right decision. He's worried and he's frightened, because he'll be under the control of women. Dressed for the part of a feminized weakling who no woman would look at except to laugh at him."

Her words brought a snigger from Patsy, which cut him more than Diana's words had. "Oh please listen to me," he whinged, but had to stop. He could feel his urine coming and crouched forward to try and prevent it, groaning as a sprinkle of wee came out, then more like a run, then he knew he couldn't stop it at all, and burst into sobs as he lost all control and began to urinate into his mother-in-law's hand, spraying into his wife's petticoat and feeling the hot urine running down his stockings.

Diana released him with a cry. "Oh the pig! He's peeing on me! Look at my blouse! Pam, get onto them at once, they'll have to come and pick him up."

Patsy stood back, checking the front of her dress in case it was wet. Her cousin's husband stood in a pool of wee on the wooden floor, his stockings running with urine. Pam had her phone to her ear, her breast seething in her blouse.

"Hello, it's Pam Boland. My husband is booked in for this morning. Is Bella there please - it's her cousin." She spoke to her mother. "Get him out of those wet things, we'll have to start again. Hello? Bella, we were getting him ready to come and he wet himself, all over your Aunt Diana's sleeve and soaking all our clothes. Could the nurses come and get him now, do you think, and take the fool off our hands?"

Her husband stood crying as Patsy pulled his wet petticoat down his legs and began to unclip his stockings, while Diana took off her blouse and rolled it up to go in a corner of her case. She pulled out a ruffled blouse in pink nylon and put it on.

"That's an excellent idea," said Pam on the phone. "I should have thought of that from the start. See you in a few minutes time then." She put down her phone and updated the others as they unfastened the hooks of his corselet. "Bella tells me he can be dealt with in the Girl-Pinkie Nursery - but he has to be dressed in baby girl frillies and diapers."

"Ohhh!" gasped Patsy, coming to life, "did Bella say that?"

"Yes indeed. They're on their way with babywear for him, and to take him back with them so that he can be fastened into a Girl-Pinkie chair to be conditioned."

"No, no, you can't," whimpered her husband as his mother-in-law's corselet was unthreaded from his shoulders and he stood naked again between them. This time his cock was sticking up in the air. Patsy had a smile on her face and was using her cousin's petticoat to wipe his legs thoroughly from top to bottom, and then clean his cock as she held him round his waist.

"Yes we can," declared Diana. "How convenient, Patsy, that your sister works in the very place we need her to work in. So she's bringing frillies to put the baby in, is she?"

"I should have taken that option when I first signed him in," said Pam. "I'll have him learning to become a sissy baby girl."

Her words brought a wail from Jeremy Boland, which he doubled as the door bell rang and his wife went to answer it. A few moments later, the wretched husband was surrounded by women, including the pink silk nursing dresses and white rubber aprons of Bella and her busty colleague Nurse Angie. It was the big nurse who took charge of the sissy, holding him round his waist so that Bella and her sister could dress the baby on her lap.

"Girl-Pinkie babies must wear lots of petticoat frills," said Bella, opening out a wide petticoat forty or fifty centimetres deep but much wider with its rows of silk frills. Its size didn't make it any less delicate, for it floated softly down and settled around him. Patsy's sister was a year older than her and wore her reddish hair tied back, so that her face was hair free and her nursing cap sat comfortably on the back of her head. "That means three petticoats for Baby Jeremy, so that he will look such a sweet little babykins when we put him into his dress."

The husband grizzled continually with misery as Nurse Angie turned him side on. Patsy sat alongside and fastened the petticoat buttons down his back. "He deserves what he gets," declared Diana, frothing the ruffles over her bust now that she had changed her blouse. "Make no mistake, my boy - if you were my husband, you would already be divorced, with a huge alimony to pay. Beggared you would be!"

"That's right," said Bella, holding the next petticoat open above his head. He peered upwards in anguish, as if dreading the fall of its clouds of frills. "All the sissies we have at Girl-Pinkie nursery deserve exactly what they get," she said, "and that means they deserve long-term, deep alterations to their babyish little sex bits." The petticoat slithered down for Patsy to arrange its full circle and draw the buttons together to fasten him into it. His face crumpled into pathetic weeping as his wife and her mother watched his ordeal.

"Oh isn't he sweet?" said Pam as her mother sat beside her opposite the sissy.

"It's amazing how a guy can turn into a sissy as his baby petticoats get wider and wider," said Bella with a chuckle. She had a third one, just as wide and frilly but this time with extra lace trimming at the shoulders and round the hem. The sight of it brought another flood of tears from Jeremy Boland.

"Have pity on me, Pam - choke - my darling," he blubbered as Nurse Angie held him forward to be showered in pretty white frills. She helped Patsy to thread his arms through, and the girl fastened four little baby buttons down his back as female hands spread and prettied his petticoats around him.

"You're going to be a lovely pink baby," announced Bella from the other side of the adjacent armchair. When she stood up, it was painfully clear to him what she meant, for flowing from her hands was a lavishly ruffled little girl dress in shining pink satin, crusted with pretty designs of roses in crystal. He wailed as he saw it held in front of him, opening out to receive his arms, and Patsy held first one hand, then the other, to guide them through the huge puffed sleeves on either side.

His humiliation burst over him as the satin sizzled and hissed over his petticoats, the frills spreading wide as Nurse Angie gather the two sides together at his back.

"There you are, you see," gloated Diana to her daughter, "he's a sissy. I told you I knew it from the start." Her daughter pouted with derision, half accepting that her mother had been right, and enjoying a thrill of her own at seeing how painful this dressing process was for the man who had cheated on her and tried to spoil her life. The dress buttoned to below the high waist, and over the buttons was a wide sash of doubled pink satin, which Patsy wrapped into a bow and fluffed out into a full butterfly.

"Put him in a diaper, Bella," was Diana's reaction. "And baby pants. We want to see him in babyish panties."

The nurse pulled her sissy baby onto his back across her knee. "After we've powdered Baby's bottie," she said. "Baby girls who wet their petticoats have to be powder puffed, don't they, Sweetie, then we'll put her into her diapies."

Bella knelt in front of him as her friends held his legs wide open, then applied a soft sponge covered in talcum powder over his sexual area and as deeply into his bottom cleft as she could. Then she deftly spread a large disposable, edged in pink, and pushed it under his back, bringing the front of it over his stiffened cock and enclosing it with one side, then the other, so that she and her sister could press his tabs securely into place. A pair of plastic pants came next, which also had to be pushed under his diaper and its sides gathered around and up at the front to be pulled tightly into place. The popper studs were pressed shut down each side by a delighted Patsy, and he was in a diaper and pink plastic pants, ready to be pantied.

"He'll wet himself again before we get him to Girl-Pinkie," said Bella, producing his baby panties. The husband's chest was aching, he'd been crying so much, and the frills around the panties were worse than any humiliation he had suffered so far. She threaded them up his legs, until the elastic cuffs pulled at the flesh of his thigh and nestled over the slippery shine of his plastic pants. He was an oyster pink diaper cover, embroidered at the front of each leg with scattered hearts, and with pink lacework forming a pleated frill below his elastics. Nurse Angie rolled him over with very little effort and hauled him face-down into the middle of her lap, so that she could lift his dress and petticoats over his back. She brought a whoop of delight from Pam and her mother. The back of his panties was a mass of ruffles, each one edged with half an inch of white trimming. He looked a treat with pink panties in the middle of his white petticoats. As he caught the eye of his mother-in-law, she smirked at him with a curl of her glistening lips.

"How could we possibly have pity on you, you devious little cheat," she said. "You deserve to be put into diapers and precious baby pants, and a pink satin baby dress.

He burst out crying as she laughed, but his nurses hadn't finished with him. They sat him up again, streaming with tears, and round his neck were fastened the ribbons of a large bib in white plastic. It had side ribbons too, which Patsy helped with by doing them round his ribs and under his dress bow. As the nurses sat him straight, the women read what it said in pink plastic lettering, and burst out in peals of laughter. "Another Sissy at Girl-Pinkie".

"I think he's going to wet himself again," said Pam between giggles. Bella passed a pair of pink satin bootees to her sister, and she had a pair of mittens to match, so that the wretched, weeping sissy was soon ribboned up and looking helpless under their complete control. He knew his wife was right, even though his cock was furiously stiff inside his diaper. He was struggling to hold his urine, but when Bella looked into his eyes and showed him the baby bonnet she was opening out for him, he lost the last of his control.

"He's wetting himself," announced Nurse Angie, experienced in sissy baby care. As the satin ribbons were done together under his chin, his eyes closed in utter shame inside the circle of white satin that surrounded his face. The girls held his legs wide apart, and everyone knew that behind the pretty embroidery of his diaper cover, the cheating husband was doing Girl-Pinkie wee-wees into his diaper and plastic popper panties. All five females sat round and laughed at him. He was going to be conditioned into sissy-girl baby sweetness for being unfaithful to a wife who would not have pity or forgive.

*** Look out for another baby story from Prim
in my next Prim's Petticoat Pansies Nursery Corner.

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