"Good morning, ladies, I'm Sister Draper and I will be conducting your tour round the hospital. Matron Brestwell is busy on her rounds and will join us in a few minutes, but can we begin with me taking you to the office and asking you your personal details?"

  The two visitors followed the nursing sister across the spacious entrance hall of the hospital. The name CHERUB was spread across one marble wall, and under it in gold lettering: Complete Humiliation through Emasculating Regression to Unsexed Babyhood. The visitors exchanged a smile and were soon hanging up their coats and taking a seat in a luxurious office. A shiny plate stood on the desk before them, with the inscription Matron P R Brestwell, RN, NMC, DBSCAC. Sister Draper sat in the middle of matron's chair.

  "Can I take your name please?" she asked the larger of the two women.
"Arlene Cuddlesworth," came the reply.
"And your age?"
"Forty-five." Then she added: "give or take," and rocked back in her chair, sharing a giggle with her friend. She fussed her blouse bow with both hands as if she had surprised herself with a moment of levity. There were no stimulants in the air; nothing in the water: untypical light-headedness was a phenomenon that the staff saw time and again in hard-natured women. They put it down to finding themselves this near to male patients who were having their sexes changed against their will. Arlene Cuddlesworth swelled her ample bosom and got over her moment of fun as the curl of a sneer returned to her carmined lips.

  "And the purpose of your visit today?"
"Oh, to see them suffering. I want as many males as possible to endure irreversible conditioning."
"We've both joined Governess Control," said her friend, "and we are required to visit the hospital. We can't wait."

  "Quite. And your name please?"
"I'm Elizabeth Darlington, aged forty-seven," said the less solid but equally busty visitor, adjusting her blond up-do. "We both got married recently, in a double wedding, and our husbands don't know it yet, but something earth-shattering is going to hit them."

  Sister Draper turned back from her computer screen with interest. She wore Armani spectacles, off-setting her blonde hair which was tied back beneath her widely pointed, pink nursing cap.

  "Are you planning a babified condition for them?" she asked.

  "And how," said Arlene, whose voice always came over as if through an amplifier. "We've planned it in detail with our mothers, and get this, my dear, with our husbands' mothers as well. They are in for one unpleasant turn-around in their life styles."

  "I like it," smiled the younger Sister Draper. "Two babified husbands in one household."

  "Ah-ah," said Elizabeth, "we won't be all under one roof, but Arlene and her mother live two blocks from us, so there'll be plenty of to-ing and fro-ing. And a lot of tears from our male babies."

  The three of them were enjoying this picture when the door opened and Matron Brestwell's figure filled the doorway. Her strongly boned face could best be described as square, and with the large buttons across her shoulder and down the left hand side of her white overall, the rest of her looked widely rectangular as well. The points of her stiffened white nursing cap were twice as wide as Sister Draper's as the young sister introduced Matron to the visitors.

  "Well, ladies," said the hospital principal as her chair hissed out the last breath it contained, "I am happy to open up the clinic rooms of the hospital to you. There are so many departments, you won't be able to visit them all."

  "We want to see your patients undergoing babification at the hands of practised medical staff," said Arlene, sitting forward with her hand on Matron's table to emphasise her point, "especially when they beg for pity and show all the misery of losing their precious male sex."

  Matron's eyes accepted her point with a half-turned nod, but Elizabeth spoke before she could answer. "To start with, we need to know what changes are physically possible for our husbands, like for instance..." and she thought.

  "Baby-sized genitals?" prompted Matron Brestwell.

  Elizabeth laughed and agreed. "And how far we can babify them in their minds, too," she said, looking straight into the Matron's eyes. "For instance, can we make them...?"

  Again she searched for how to put it, and the Matron drew her iron chin into her neck and said: "depend on you totally, like a newly born infant needs its mother?"

  "Well yes, that as well, but I was thinking of them suffering horrible feelings of regret at what they'd lost, while remaining too weak to do anything about it."

  "You want to visit the SM wing then. Make a note, Sister."

  "And possibly hypnosis," said Sister Draper, adding the note on her phone.

  "True... Hypnosis as well. Patients can be persuaded that black is white, ladies, and of course their strongest regrets can be associated with anything you like. As for physical conditioning, this can take various forms: I've stopped having any doubts about how deeply we can degrade these creatures: there's suck and squirt, deep baby dressing, emotional and voluntary emasculation, oral and anal, the list is endless.

  The two visitors' red lips were parted, with drools in danger of dropping onto their blouses, so Matron got to her feet.

  "See to it that the ladies are given appropriate dresses and aprons, Sister," she said. "Hands-on babifying is always more rewarding than mere observation."

  The ladies were profuse in their thanks and gathered up their coats and bags to follow Sister Draper into the dressing rooms.

  "Oh my!" declared Elizabeth as they entered a long room with mirrored wardrobes lining both sides, some of them open to reveal their dozens of crisp dresses. "How on earth are we going to choose?"

  Sister Draper led them halfway down the gallery and slid a door to the side revealing a row of pink dresses. "I'd like you to wear these pink day dresses, ladies," she said, pulling a couple of them out. "Size 28, would it be, Arlene?"

  "Pretty good," said the visitor, taking one of the dresses from her and holding it against herself. "30 actually, but I'll squeeze into this one."

  Elizabeth Darlington was eager to change as well. "Size 24, dear. What beautiful dresses; just listen to the rustle of that material, Arlene."

  "They're in taffeta nylon," said the nurse, taking Arlene's skirt. "And you're right; the sizzle of these dresses contributes towards the surrender of the male's little mind. You'll have to wear three of these layered petticoats so that your dresses will be nicely filled out, 1950s style."

  The women were thrilled at their dress preparations and undressed down to their corsets so that full petticoats could be threaded over their heads, zipped up behind and spread into calf length tiers of white nylon frills. The dresses fell over them with rushes of taffeta.

  "What a lovely rose pink," said Elizabeth as she swayed her dress on its petticoats.

  "What I like is the stiffened collars and cuffs," said Elizabeth. "I'll be getting some dresses and blouses like this for Arthur when we start his conditioning." She buckled her belt and took a deep breath to feel the power of her buttoned bust. Their dresses had full sleeves ending in turned back cuffs, except that Arlene's collar rose higher so that her earrings lay on its crease, whereas Elizabeth's spread more widely across the padded shoulders. Their skirts swayed and sizzled as they followed Sister Draper back into the hospital.

  "This will make a nice opening to your visit," she smiled, stopping at a door marked Treatment in progress. "Have you witnessed baby-minded hypnosis before?"

  Both women were wide-eyed and shook their heads.

  "Follow me, then," chuckled the nurse, and they sizzled their way into a quiet sitting room of greens and browns, with two settees facing each other, while there was a medical table against one wall and two or three full length mirrors. A middle aged woman was sitting beside a young man in his late twenties, and sitting opposite them was one of the nursing staff in her pink nylon uniform with white collar and edgings and a white nursing cap. She turned to welcome the new arrivals.

  "Sister Chalmers," said their guide, "Arlene and Elizabeth would like to see your treatment in operation, if you are in the middle of this young man's conditioning?"

  Sure. The guests could take a seat. "My, what lovely dresses the ladies are in," said the nurse. When everyone was seated she turned back to the male and his lady companion.

  "This is Suzanne, and her husband Jeremy." She said. "And we've made some progress, haven't we, Jeremy?"

  Jeremy turned his legs into the skirt of his wife beside him and whispered something to her. It was only as he turned to the side that Arlene and Elizabeth realised that, although he was wearing a shirt and tie with a suit jacket, he was naked from the waist down.

  "It's rude to whisper when there are ladies present, Jeremy," said Suzanne, "and I can't love you if you're rude. Now speak up so that we can all hear what you want to say."

  The visitors smiled at the horror on the male's face, and leaned forward.

  "Please don't change me in front of these women, Suzanne. I'd be too ashamed." said the young man.

  "Nonsense, Jeremy," snapped his wife. "Now listen to Sister Chalmers," and she used a gloved hand to turn his chin until he faced the nurse sitting in front of him.

  "There's a good little boysie," said the nurse. "Let's be baby for the nice ladies in their lovely rustly dresses."

  His knuckles turned white as he gripped his bare knees and looked pitiably at his nurse. "Oh please no. Please don't make me. I'm a normal male. I'm 27, in business in the city. I'll just put my trousers on and..."

  "Jeremy," said the nurse, her chin lifted in determination, "You are a little girly-girl."

  Instantly he leant his head on the shoulder of the woman beside him and put his thumb into his mouth.

  "Yeth, thithter," he replied, and his legs slithered to and fro over each other as if his feet were slowly pedalling.

  Arlene exchanged a look with Elizabeth.

  "Shall we show the nice ladies what we have learnt so far for your darling Mummy-wife, Sweetheart?" asked the nurse in a sugary voice.

  "Yeth thithter," and he covered his face with his other hand as he cuddled closer to the woman beside him.

  "All right then," said Sister Chalmers, picking up a short baby doll of white chiffon and spreading it on the seat of a vacant armchair, "is Sister Chalmers going to put little Jennifer into her petticoat and her nice baby dress then?"

  He seemed to wilt into a crouch in his wife's arms and spoke in a whisper. "Yeth pweathe, thithter."

  His wife and the nurse undressed him between them, as he sat like a mindless dummy until everything was removed. Although he had been dressed as a male, his glossy black hair was girlish in its style, puffed around his ears and bobbed at the back of his neck, while his body was totally hairless.

  "Jennifer's handies in here," said his nurse, holding his baby doll over his head and threading him into it. The chiffon sprayed round him in lace bottomed prettiness.

  "Come to Sister, my darling," continued the nurse, drawing him onto her pink dress, and with his wife's help, she had him sitting on her knee with his legs splayed on either side of her and his genitals exposed in an aroused state. He cast a nervous look towards the strangers who were watching, even more so when his nurse held his stiffened penis and showed it to the visitors.

  "He's wearing a genity-ring under his helmet, look, so that he won't be able to ejaculate." A flat ring of pink rubber nearly an inch deep cinched his penis under his helmet, making it swollen and purple, while his penis shaft was similarly engourged.

  "Good little girly, Jennifer darling," she cooed. "Now, listen to Sister Chalmers. Are you listening, Jennifer?"

  The fellow gripped his fingers together as if praying in front of the shirred yoke of his baby doll and nodded: "Yeth thithter."

  "Let's put little Jenny into her rubber knickers, then," smiled the nurse, and she produced a pair of flesh coloured latex panties and held them in both hands across his knees.

  The boy produced a whimpering squeal and went rigid, his back arched so that his legs slid wider apart, then his body surrendered into floppy weakness.

  "What lovely, lovely, rubber knickers, sweetheart," oozed his nurse as she reached her arms round him, pulled one knee up and then the other, and slid the cold rubber up his legs. "Sissy baby panties for my baby-baby Jennifer."

  His penis was vertical as the panties reached it, and as they enclosed his penis and testicles inside their finely corrugated latex rubber, his mouth lost all control and blubbered helplessly as dribbles of saliva ran down his chin.

  "I love to see them when they're helpless like this," announced Arlene, getting up in sizzles of taffeta so that she, Elizabeth and Sister Draper could bring their settee in close to watch the pathetic, dribbling sissy.

  "What a beautiful pair of baby rubbers, Jennifer darling," smiled Elizabeth once she was sitting again, her dress practically touching Sister Chalmers' knees. "You must feel such a lovely little girly."

  His hands floundered through the air, hitting himself as he covered his blushes with his hands and swiping his hands out again just as quickly.

  "Shall we help little Jennifer feel even more girly, precious?" cooed his nurse, her cheek against his hair as he sank deeply into her breast. "I know what she needs... to help her be ever such a dainty baby girly. Handies in for Sister Chalmers."

  She presented one of his hands with the puffed sleeve of a silky pink baby dress which was shorter than his baby doll by a good six inches.

  "Yes, Jenny darling, a lovely silky baby dress, sweetheart," she said, threading his other arm in and gathering the dress together at the front, "to make you soooo pretty and girly."

  It was a pink dress with a big collar and puffed sleeves in white. The dress was widely flared in crisp silk so that it seemed to lie in flat layers of silk around him; fairly plain with a softly curved hem rather than a sharp crease. The high waist had a trim of ruched silk all the way round, and above it a wide baby collar, so wide that it lay over the caps of his puffed sleeves. There was half an inch of pink lace all round the collar and at each cuff halfway down his upper arms. The dress buttoned down the front, and Sister Chalmers fastened his six little dress buttons with her arms around him, counting each one as she did so.

  "There, precious, isn't Jenny a lovely little baby girly?" she said, spreading and fussing his layers as he sat on her knee. "Just look at Baby Jennifer, ladies," she smiled at the three new arrivals sitting in front of them.

  "She's a pathetic ex-male, I'd say," said Arlene with a snort of approval. "Aren't you, Jennifer? You're pathetic!"

  The young husband crumpled into his nurse's breast, or would have done if she hadn't forced him to face Arlene while she was talking to him. He blubbered and whimpered with self pity as she chuckled at him and fussed the hem of his dress and baby doll petti.

  "Shall we show Auntie Arlene what a helpless little baby Jenny is, my pet?" said his nurse. "Shall we play with his darling rubber panties?"

  His blubbering changed into whining as if he was about to be rendered even more pathetic. Sister Chalmers undid four buttons across the breast of her uniform and dropped it open as a flap, revealing the white cups of her bra, then arranged her ex-male baby lower in her lap and secured him in the crook of one arm. Her other hand softly stroked the inside of his thighs so that they separated, and he lay with his knees spread wide apart.

  "What's this my pet?" she asked, sliding her stroking fingers onto his panties and finding the hard erection reaching for the ceiling. "We know what it is, don't we darling?"

  He was whimpering fearfully and answered her. "Yeth, thithter."

  "Well, darling, tell the ladies what you have here?"

  "Lickel Jennifer'th baby clittie, thithter," he said and sank suddenly on her arms and presented his face to one of her bra cups as her fingers closed round the shape of his penis in the rubber gusset of his panties.

  "And what does Baby Jenny do while we play with his girly little clittie, sweetheart?"

  "Lickel baby thucky-thuckieth, thithter," he said through his lips as they explored her bra cup.

  "That's right, my darling," she said, leaving his erection for a moment to pull her bra down and release each of her breasts. Arlene and Elizabeth saw immediately how she was enjoying the treatment she was giving the ex-male, since her nipples were deep pink and pointing ahead of her.

  "Shall we start our little baby suckies, Jennifer darling?" she said.

  "Oh yeth, mnnng yeth pweathe, thithter mmmnng," he cried, his saliva drooling from his mouth as he looked up into her eyes. Then, as her fingers clasped his erection again, his lips lunged sideways onto her globe and slithered their way to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a bleating moan.

  "Ohhhh, look at him suck!" said Elizabeth, lying back in her pink dress and soothing her neck where she was beginning to glow with excitement. "Would it be all right for me to... just... bring myself to a brim of pleasure?"

  Both the nurses laughed. "Of course, Elizabeth," said Sister Draper. "We love it when ladies enjoy a lovely climax in front of our babified males."

  "I'm going to enjoy his humiliation too," said Suzanne, and both women reached under their dresses and found the gusset of their panties with eager, masturbating fingers.

  "Well, what a goody-goody lickel baby girly, doing her suckies for Sister Chalmers," said his nurse, rubbing his rubber panties softly up and down the length of his member. "Ohhhhhhh, that's goo-ood sucking, Jennifer... Mmmmm, that's soooo good," and she held the back of his hair to press his hungry mouth harder onto her breast.

  "I wonder if...if I can have him sucking me too?" asked Elizabeth, her cheeks glowing with excitement.

  "Would you mind, Suzanne? Only I do love to be stimulated by a sissy who is suffering humiliation."

  "I'd love you to have him sucking on your tits, darling," laughed Suzanne, and Elizabeth was undoing the front of her dress at double speed, down to her waist, and thrusting her bra into the open so that she could pull both cups downwards and bare her huge breasts.

  "Oh Jennifer," oozed Sister Chalmers, "what beautiful big ladies breasts for our baby to suck on. And this kind lady can play with your little clittie, darling."

  There were whimpers of misery as the sissy was deprived of his nurse's nipple, and cries of shame as he realised he was being passed from skirt to skirt and was embraced in a billowing sleeve of pink taffeta, with a big, warm breast above his face. Elizabeth instinctively knew where to begin.

  "Now look what Elizabeth has for Baby Jennifer," she whispered, her face only inches from his with an erected nipple between. She held her breast, kneading and squeezing it in front of his eyes, and directing her nipple until it was touching his wet lips. Then her hand found its way to his panties and the pointed shape that pushed them upwards into her skirt. "Oh Jennifer, what lovely sissy rubber knickers you have, my darling. And what's this that Auntie Elizabeth has found in your pretty baby knickers, sweetheart?"

  His lips shaped themselves around her nipple as she grasped his erected penis, and spoke through the nipple that he held between his lips.

  "It'th mmmn Baby Jennifer'th lickel nnnng girlie clittie, Auntie mmmmng," he said, and his eyes closed as his mouth pressed home over her aureole and he sucked her nipple avidly into his hungry mouth.

  "That's very good. Delightful!" said Arlene, her powerful voice filling the room. "The wimp has been beautifully babified and he doesn't seem to be able to do anything about it."

  "Oh he can't, you're quite right," smiled Sister Chalmers, her fingers playing with the inside of his thigh where it lay across her lap. "The power of this hypnosis is completely irresistible. Once they've been persuaded that they want to suck, they will suck at any time they're faced with the stimulus... in Jeremy's case having his clittie fondled through his rubber panties."

  "Can your hypnosis be used on any male, like our husbands, for instance?"

  "Any male, yes, although some are more receptive than others and cave in after two seconds. Jeremy here was quite quick, wasn't he, Suzanne?"

  "He was persuaded to suck my finger first, after ten seconds of hypnotic dreaming," replied his wife, "and I passed him onto my nipple a few seconds later."

  "Well I want to book Henry in for a thorough grounding in deep hypnosis," cried Arlene, sitting bolt upright as if to cast her decision in iron.

  Sister Draper laughed. "Gooood, that's one of the things we'll be talking about in your de-brief this afternoon, Arlene."

  "Well," said Sister Chalmers, "before you dash off to see what other treatments you can order for your ex-males, shall we see what Baby Jennifer is going to learn next for his humiliation?"

  The sucking male stopped bleating with pleasure in Elizabeth's hands. His nurse's words drew a worried look up her breast as she spoke above his face.

  "You can help me prepare him, ladies. I'm sure Suzanne wouldn't mind."

  "Not at all. It's brilliant having him masturbated by strangers," replied the sissy's wife.

  "Now, my precious," began his nurse, sitting forward so that his eyes followed her as he suckled his hardest on Elizabeth's breast, "Sister Chalmers and the nice ladies are going to make Baby Jenny feel oh so lovely and babyish. Would she like that?"

  There was a worried look in those blue eyes, but his lips and tongue tried to shape his answer in bubbles of saliva: "Yeth pweathe, nnnng Thithter Chaalmerth," and he returned to sucking avidly with his eyes locked on his nurse.

  "Well that's nice, my darling, because I dressed Mummy-Wife's little baby in a sweet baby dress with such a girly big collar, didn't I?" As she said it, she slid the fingers of both hands under the edges of his collar and lifted it, threading it between his hair and Elizabeth's sleeve, until it was turned up all round him like a lace edged silk cup ten inches deep from neck to lace and sweetly rounded at the front where the two wings met under his chin.

  "And what is Sister Chalmers going to do, my darling, to make little Jenny's lovely collar even more girlish?"

  His lips parted and quivered, glistening with saliva an inch from Elizabeth's stiff, wet nipple.

  "Why darling, I have something very nice for girly sissy babies to spread inside the collar of their pink silk dress... haven't I?"

  She reached to the side and drew a little stack of folded pairs of panties across the settee.

  "Lovely pairs of ladies' panties, Jenny my pet!"

  The sissy struggled in Elizabeth's arms, either in horror or in a frenzy of sissy emotion, and Sister Draper had to hold onto his legs to stop his baby kicking from sliding him off Elizabeth's skirts.

  "Let me fold this lovely pair of ladies' panties, darling... with elastic and lace at each leg opening." The sissy whimpered on Elizabeth's arm as his nurse lay the full cut panties on his bare leg and folded them over, then over again, so that they formed a gleaming strip of pink satin.

  "Won't they be lovely around Baby Jenny's face?" she cooed, collecting a second pair and spreading them in the same way. "And ohhhhhh, Jennifer sweetheart... just look at these gorgeous ladies' panties, with soft ruffles round each leg. They're so feminine for you, my darling."

  The women exchanged grins of delight at the prettiness of the coral pink panty in silk polyester, almost a pale orange in colour. Arlene felt its slipperiness between her fingers, and Sister Chalmers folded the panty and laid it on the pink one.

  "Baby Jennifer can have four pairs of pretty panties inside her lovely dress collar," she said, folding a pale blue pair in crystal satin and a pair of transparent primrose nylon panties. "And she is so lucky, having nice ladies to fill her collar with ladies' panties."

  Elizabeth squeaked an "Owww!" and then an "Ohhhhhhhhh!" of pleasure. "My breast!" she grinned, her lips slackening with blissful waves of pleasure. "He's nearly... sucking my titty off my b-bust."

  Sister Draper grinned. "He's distressed, dear. Very worried. Just a little humiliation overload. Hold his collar for us as we fill it with panties."

  Sister Chalmers put the pair of lemon nylon panties round the back of his hair first, with the waist elastic at his right ear and the leg elastics folded together at his left cheek, sliding it to the root of his white silk dress collar. To balance it, Arlene spread the blue satin panties over them, from his left ear, round the back to reach his lips at his right cheek.

  A wail of shame blubbered from his sucking lips as silk and satin panties surrounded his face, held in place by his dress collar.

  "Now these beautiful panties in coral polyester, Jennifer darling," cooed his nurse. "Sister Draper will spread them all round little Jennifer's head with lovely femininity," and the fingers of the three other women held his dress collar out for the nursing sister to slide the folded panties down into place.

  Suzanne picked up the final pair of panties, made sure the pink satin was neatly folded and flat, and everyone held his other panties in place with his collar opened for her to slide them down inside. His face was wrapped in four large pairs of panties, surrounded with a white silk collar and with panty legs almost meeting across his nose and lips. The group of women couldn't help but laugh, and their treatment of him stopped for a minute as they held his collar up around his face panties and played with his erection in his rubber knickers. He was bouncing up and down on Elizabeth's lap in a hopeless effort to ejaculate.

  "But now we come to the nice part, my little sweetheart," nurse murmured, close to his face. "This is where Jennifer becomes such a sweet and helpless little baby girly... because just look what sissy baby Jennifer is going to have put on... round his sissy dress collar... to hold his darling baby face inside his ladies' panties."

  He was anticipating something dreadful, because his legs were doing double kicks backwards and forwards across Arlene's dress and his eyes craned to his left to see what shameful misery lay in store for him.

  "Just look, my precious," said Sister Chalmers, and the women around her sang with one voice: "Oh how lovely! Gorgeous! Isn't it sweet!"

  The male saw it too and squealed into Elizabeth's breast, and would have thrown off all his face panties if the ladies around him hadn't been holding them securely in place.

  It was a deep bonnet of pink slipper satin, decorated with folded ruffles across the top and with a ruffled frill shaping the horseshoe seam over the back. It was clearly meant to be worn with a sundress without a collar, for a frilled skirt six inches wide spread from its lower edge all round, while the inside of the bonnet was a blaze of white, corrugated silk.

  "Mmmmmah! Nnnnnnngghhh! Nnnno-o-o! Nooo! Nooo!" came the desperate wails from the face pantied sissy as the women held his head inside his dress collar for Sister Chalmers to spread the silky bonnet over his whole head, gather it round the back of his collar, and pull its ribbons forward from his neck, so that he was cupped inside panty lace and dress collar, with wings of bonnet silk in front of him. She folded the wide ribbons across each other, looped one side and pulled them into a wide bow of pink satin at his throat.

  "Oh daaaarling!" she thrilled, and she opened out the sides of his bonnet by their satin frilled edges and folded them back, until six inches of corrugated silk formed a circle of shining white, spread all round his panty-surrounded face. "Is Baby Jennifer listening, sweetheart? Is Baby listening?"

  There was hush in the group as a little voice peeped from the panties: "Yeth, thithter."

  "Baby Jennifer will be ever so grateful, in little girly baby-talk, when she's in her Panty Bonnet," she said. "Won't my baby have so much to say for the ladies! Sissy Baby girl-talk in her adorable panties, my sweetheart," and even as she was speaking, it began.

  "Gug-gug-goo-goo-gooooooh! Guggle-iggle-uggug-googoo..." Elizabeth speeded up her strokes of his panty covered, painfully hard penis, hardly believing that he was still not spurting his male stuff.

  There was a burst of delight from all the women, and even Arlene laughed as she took her turn on his erection and worked it in her hand through his rubber panties.

  "Gurgle-uggle-ooo-goo-goooo!" they heard from the quivering bonnet, and the sissy lifted his knees, wide apart, and rythmically pushed his rubber erection into Arlene's hand.

  "I know what my baby needs now," declared Suzanne, standing up and lifting the front of her dress, and moments later she was taking her lilac satin panties off over her high heels. "She needs something to suck on inside her panties, Sister."

  The nurse laughed as she took them. "Shall I turn them inside out?" she said.

  The sissy's wife laughed and nodded, and the large pair of panties were turned the other way.

  "My goodness, Suzanne," said Sister Chalmers with a gasp, "I didn't realise you had been so excited," and she showed the gusset of Suzanne's panties round the ladies, revealing a gusset that was sticky with Suzanne's emissions.

  "That's lovely, Suzanne. You must be so thrilled at his condition," said Elizabeth as she cupped his bonnet in her arm, and the others giggled with pleasure as the nurse folded the satin panty to have the wet gusset in the middle. She held it in front of his lips while Arlene and Sister Draper pushed the panty into both sides with their hands inside his bonnet, until its ends were deeply buried round the back of his hair.

  "Ug-gug-googoogooooogie!" he said into the sticky gusset, then Elizabeth put her hand against the middle of the lilac panty, used her middle finger for his pacifier, and pushed the panty gusset between his lips.

  He tried to baby talk as hard as he could, so that she had no difficulty pushing her finger right inside, until it was buried in his bonnet up to her knuckle.

  "Let's close Baby Jennifer up inside her Panty Bonnet," cried Sister Chalmers, loud enough for him to hear through his padded layers of panties, and willing hands tucked and fussed the frilled edge of his bonnet until all that could be seen were panty-legs surrounding Elizabeth's hand in the middle of pink satin frills.

  They laughed as his bare knees tried half-kicking in rhythm to force his impossible orgasm.

  "I want my Henry to be like this," declared Arlene, using one hand on the sissy's penis and the other on the inside of his thigh. "The sooner the better. Sister, when can we enrol those husbands of ours?"

  "We'll take a break from our tour, if you like, ladies," said Sister Draper, "and sort out their enrolment while we take a bite to eat."

  Elizabeth was delighted as she cuddled the sissy baby. "I could do with keeping this one," she said, and everybody laughed as his knees wiggled in attempted baby kicks and smothered "Uggy-gug-gug-gugs" escaped from the deep-sucking baby in his Panty Bonnet.

  Arlene and Elizabeth will visit other departments in the CHERUB hospital another time.