Jonathan's Day at Miss Busty's Dressing Nursery

Chapter 1 - Jonathan Tries to Resist His Baby Girl Dressing
"Come on, my boy, get inside. Miss Busty hasn't got all day to stand with the nursery door open."
Jonathan Fitcock shrank to the size of a six-year-old under the scrutiny of the sissification nurse in the doorway. He had barely caught a glimpse before dropping his eyes in shame, but he caught the smirk of contempt on her firm, square face with its dominant eye make-up, peach foundation and glossed red lipstick. Her short, permed hair clustered neatly into the dominating cap of starched white linen that spread back in wide wings from her ears, with a broad green band spreading from one point across to the other. Her uniform dress sizzled at him even as she stood still, looking him up and down with her brown eyes. Its mint green nylon buttoned in a double breasted style with six pairs of large fish-eye buttons. They seemed to pour from the underneath of the collar and revers that spread across her matronly bosom in a pointed display of flat, stiffened white silk. She held out a green sleeve with its stiff white cuff and took one of his hands.
"Come along, Jonathan. You can't avoid your babification this morning. I'm going to make you more girlish for your Mother-In-Law." He stumbled in his six inch high heels, unable to resist the strong feminine pull, and found himself in a perfumed interior. He jumped at the ominously loud clang of the door behind him.
"Hilary wants me to develop some nice new tendencies in your behaviour, isn't that right, Missus Seizemann?"
"Absolutely so," declared Hilary as she set about undoing the big white buttons of the pink satin coat she had got him in. "I've got him well and truly addicted to my own clothes now, but I've had enough of sharing my closets with the wimp. I go looking for the skirt and panties I want, and lo and behold, they're in the laundry with puddles of his sissy cum all over them."
The coat slid off his arms to reveal a blouse of white silk-chiffon, dripping with lacy ruffles from his throat to his waist, with similar lace at the ruffled cuffs.
"Is it your flouncy blouses that are making your sissy show how unsexed he is, Missus Seizemann? Or is it perhaps the tight pencil skirts that is draining the sex out of him?" Nurse Busty undid the buttons at the waist of the patient's apple green skirt, followed by the first two buttons down the front, so that it slid downwards on the silk sheath underskirt round his hips and thighs.
"The little panty-waist is in love with all my feminine things, aren't you, Jonathan?" Hilary had both his blouse cuffs undone and set about undoing the buttons beneath his blouse frills. There was a pause as his undressing continued: slip unzipped and pulled down to reveal a second one in silk acetate, and his blouse opened to reveal his mother-in-law's long-line brassiere in pale cream. A gasp of humiliation escaped him as his head hung lower between the two women. But Hilary didn't like hesitations from a sexless male when she had asked a question. "I said, you are in love with all my clothes, Jonathan. Tell Nurse Busty."
Somehow the 'patient' managed an attempt at assertiveness. "Hilary, don't let this woman do anything to me. Just take me home and I'll be your obedien - Owwww!"
A smack across his face stopped him in mid protest. Then he found his hair seized on top to bend his head forward from his opened blouse frills, and slap after slap after slap warmed his cheek in a flurry of "Ow - Ouch - Ows!" After ten smacks his mother-in-law pulled his sorry-looking face up to look her eye-to-eye with one cheek burning red.
"How dare you argue with me about what I will do with you, you wet-panty!" She pulled her handful of hair back so that her whimpering victim looked up at her and the ceiling. "And this 'woman' as you call her is none other than Miss Anastasia Busty, a highly respected lady who takes wimps and sissies just like you and turns them into delightful and grateful baby girls. You will apologise to her for your pig-ignorant rudeness!"
Jonathan had his head dragged down so hard with a squeak of pain that he dropped to his knees at the nurse's feet. "Oh please - No-o-o-ooo! I don't want to lose any more of my maleness, Hilary." He spoke his pleas with his head under the hem of the shiny green nursing dress. "Please don't let Miss Busty do anything to me. I'm begging you. I want to be able to make love to Sophia again one day. I need to become more - more manly again, and strong and male and proud of myself like I used to be."
The young husband braced his hanging face for the next slap, surprised that he got this far in his prayers. His Mother-In-Law was doing her best to show the nurse how harsh she could be with him. But he was desperate. He couldn't let his sex be altered further. What was she going to do with him, this nursery woman? Some kind of hypnosis to scramble his thoughts? Something medical even? He squeaked as the nurse's stocking legs closed on either side of his head, and clenched his jaw in their grip. "There's a leather tawse on the rack," he heard in his smothered ears. "Be my guest Mrs Seizemann."
Jonathan tried to avoid grasping the dark-stockinged calves that gripped him. He must show Miss Busty full respect. Hilary's heels walked across the floor and back again as he looked down at the high heels that held him powerless, then felt the touch of tawse leather on the peach silk panties that he had been put in for his visit to the nursery. Then "Aaarrgghhh! - O-o-owwwwwww! - Aaahhhhhh!" the tawse that punished him fell on exactly the same spot each time as he tried to pull his legs up into a ball.
His efforts were useless though as the sound of his thrashing seemed to die away softly in the pink tulle and lace drapes of the foyer of the Silk-n-Satin Dressing Nursery. "Oww-www! I'm sorry M-M-Mother-In-Law - I didn't m-mean it. I'm - O-o-owwww! - I'm going to be very g-g-good for - Aaaarrrgghhhhh! - for Miss B-B-Busty! Ohhhhh - pleeeease - h-h-have pity - "
There was a pause between lashes across his ass. Mercifully. Then his head was released and he found himself pulled into the light, to be faced by Hilary.
"Make him as girlish as you can, Miss Busty." Her crimson lips curled with the desire to humiliate her son-in-law. "And make him love his silks and satins. I want him to love being dressed." There was menace in her voice as she rasped her words mere inches from Jonathan's sorry-looking face. His heart sank into a trough of hopelessness at her words. What could he do? She had no intention of changing her plan for him, he knew, as she unclipped all his garters, relieved him of her garter belt, and rolled down his sheer nylon stockings, as Nurse Busty drew his panties down and off his feet. He was going to be changed in some way that would make him feminine, and childish, and probably weak. A sudden squeeze gripped him in his cock and he looked down.
"Oh Jonathan is going to love his dresses all right," said the Nurse, and her perfumed breath fanned his tearful eyes as she worked on his genitals in some way, before he felt her hands at his throat as well. "My sissies all want me to dress them by the time I've finished with them in the dressing nursery, in the prettiest little baby dresses. I don't think this little sweetie is going to be any different."
The clasp of a cold, silky cuff closed up the length of his neck as she drew him onto the shoulder of her dress collar, while she reached round him to button him up at the back of his neck and hair. His head was somehow locked in a forward position, tightly ribboned down to his cock, so that his back was arched into a semi crouch while Hilary undid the hooks and eyes down the back of her brassiere. He looked in horror at what she had done to his cock: it was sheathed in pale pink satin, buttoned up its length at the front in babyish little pink buttons, while strong ribbon attached it to his neck. Her fingers drew little side ribbons round from beneath his testes, so that they were buttoned onto the front of his shaft as well. He always felt crushed with shame when Hilary dressed him in her things and his penis stiffened in front of her, but now he was fully erected in front of two women. Harnessed ridiculously, and unable to help himself since both women had hold of his hands.
"The weakest sissies act all helplessly like this," declared the nurse as she slipped a glove over his hand, clasping all his fingers together in its mitten of white satin. It fastened behind his wrist with two more little buttons. "I maintain it's because the sissy mind knows it's going to become girlish, so it starts behaving with feminine weakness from the start."
Jonathan bleated with misery at her words as Hilary gave her his other hand for it to be mittened. He wasn't going to be able to undo his cuffs and sheaths with his fingers in sweet little pockets of satin. Once his hands were buttoned, it was easy for her to hold his ribbon in the fingers of one hand and lead him and his Mother-In-Law along a corridor of satin drapes embroidered with little girls playing amongst the flowers, until they arrived in a room of primrose yellow, with soft lighting from above and a cool breath of perfumed dress-fragrance.
His breath faltered with emotion at a rail of girls' dresses standing on one side, while another rail hanging with frilled petticoats stood on the other, and between them, a lavish chair ruffled with lace and satin that simply had to be for a girl to sit on. Jonathan Fitcock felt his penis reaching for it in spite of himself. It was the sort of feeling he looked forward to when Hilary had him wearing her lingerie and stood him in front of her closet to choose a taffeta dress for him or a satin blouse and pleated skirt for the evening. His arousal didn't escape Nurse Busty.
"Something has appealed to your sissy son-in-law's cock, Miss Seizemann. Whatever could make him so excited?"
"Oh, show him any female apparel and he's yours, my dear. He's already a girl in a male wimp's body." She drew him into the bosom of her olive green, duchesse satin coat, and held his face into her shoulder and cheek while she prettied the curls round his face with her gloved fingers.
"But Hilary wants her little son-in-law to become a baby girl at heart - isn't that right, Jonathan?" she said. "We kept his name the same when Sophia married him - it was his name which made us both latch onto him and reel him in. 'Fitcock!' I ask you! Any woman who meets a man called Fitcock feels duty bound by the whole of womankind to see to it that his cock is brought down to size." She fondled it with her glove as she spoke about it. "And this one, which is already pathetic, is going to become a little girl's clitoris, isn't it, sissykins?"
His protests came out as a mewling sort of weeping, not in proper words but in gurgles that definitely meant: "Please have mercy, Mother-In-Law," and "Please don't do it, Miss Busty." He found himself turned in front of the lacy chair and lifted by both women so that his bare buttocks slid into the well of pink satin on either side of a satin ridge. It made his legs open wide apart, with his back sinking into cool ruffles of satin. He was angled backwards at 45 degrees, and he soon found it was beyond his strength to try and get up.
"I'll be using severe baby dressing as my method," said the nurse, and her foot operated a pedal, so that Jonathan rose silently between her and his Mother-In-Law until his face was between their ample bosoms. He scarcely noticed the clasp of a satinized cuff round his left wrist, followed by the same round his right. It was only when nurse pulled tight that he knew he was belted and further divided across the top of his thighs, each belt fixing his hands between thigh bone and satin chair.
How helpless he had suddenly become - defenceless and exposed, although the nurse did adjust his cock-to-neck ribbon, allowing his head to fall back.
"Dressing him in very soft and frilly little girl babywear," went on Miss Busty, "plus a secret weapon against which your sissy son-in-law will have no defence, Miss Seizemann. A feminizing elixir."
"Wha-a-a-at! You can't do that! You mustn't!" Jonathan had to resist. "Things like - elixirs - and potions - they're against the law. I won't have anything like that, Hilary. Wha- ! What are you doing? Let me go! Hilary, help me!"
The nurse had pulled a pink belt, which fed from beneath the satin ruffles behind his head, across his face from left to right. It was more of a shiny face harness in soft pink vinyl, six inches deep, which clasped his cheeks and chin as well as wrapping across his throat down to his collar bones. It fastened into a receiving pink buckle, so that he was fastened into the back of the chair at the roots of his neck.
"Hilary! This is outrageous! Inhuman! You can't let her do this to me. For god's sake, stop her now before she does anything to me -"
His Mother-In-Law's face was mere inches form his, those high cheek bones and glossy carmine lips set in unsmiling satisfaction as she watched his head managing no more than the faintest of wriggles in its pink harness. His efforts to free his face distracted him at a crucial time, for his captor spent the next minute securing his ankles in the same satinized kid straps that held his wrists. Jonathan Fitcock was going to remain immobilized in his pretty chair for as long as Miss Busty wanted.
"You can't do this, damn you! Undo me, d'ya hear! Hilary, I'm begging you. Pleeeease!" His begging was interrupted by the nurse's fingers, separating his teeth above the chin cuff of his face belt.
"Open wide for Baby's pacifier," she sang, slipping a flat rubber spatula onto his tongue and pressing it down as she braced his teeth upwards. "Babies have to suck on their pacifiers when they get loud and upset, Missus Seizemann, but that turns out to be a good thing ", and she pressed the large bulb of a brown plastic teat through the gap she had made, releasing his teeth to close around it - "because Baby Jonathan's pacifier contains that nice girling elixir I mentioned. The one that will make him feel completely feminine - and soft - and baby weak."
Hilary smiled down at him, while her son-in-law threw himself into a fit of wriggles through as much of his naked body as he could manage. The result was that his tongue and jaws crushed the teat he held between them, and a gulp of sweet, warm liquid filled his throat, choking him with coughs until he swallowed it down. His horror filled him with panic. What would it do to him? Miss Busty adjusted his chin-to-cock ribbon, opening him out, but he panicked as Miss Busty pulled a belt extension across the vinyl front of his teated mouth, where it passed through an oblong pink buckle. When it was done up and secured, the shiny plastic buckle sat over his mouth from the point of his chin up to his nostrils, so that he had no choice but to breathe over his pacifier buckle. His protests may have continued, it was hard for Hilary to say, but all he made was incoherent mmmph's with horror in his gaping eyes.
"I'll leave him with you now, Miss Busty," Hilary said, picking up her bag and giving a parting pat and stroke of her glove over his bare ribs. "I hope to see quite a change in him - or rather, maybe, in her - by the time I come back."
Miss Busty was busy with hangers and rails but stopped for a moment. "4 o'clock would be a good time, Miss Seizemann. By that time your little sissy will be a lot more like sugar and spice. We're going to get ready for a nice bit of frilly dressing, and from what you've told me, I don't anticipate much resistance at all."

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Miss Busty's fingers released the last button of his penis ribbon, and Jonathan looked down to see his cock standing in her fingers as it felt its freedom. How sweet, after half an hour of tightness. "That's better, darling," she said, helping his tender places towards swells of pleasure with soft fondling in both hands. "My wimpy little boy is going to be meeting some very lovely girls' lingerie, and we want him to feel gorgeous while we play with all those pretties, don't we?"
His cock grew an inch in length, as well as feeling the thrill of expectancy, and became nicely rosy in Miss Busty's fingers. She was maybe 30 years old and not unattractive. The sweet shape of her lips was what attracted him, gleaming in thick lipstick which must have been a vintage relic, it was in such a bright red. She liked what was happening to his penis and testes, because she gave him a warm smile, leaned over him and pressed her red lips onto what was visible of his cheek.
"I think my little Cuddles secretly wants Nurse Busty to dress him in all these girls' things. They are so lovely, Sweetheart, aren't they? Look at this pretty petticoat, for example." She reached past his face and drew into his sight a darling little baby petticoat on a hanger, dangling from a swivel-arm extension, like the arm of a crane at the near end of the petticoat rail. "Look at this lovely lace at the neck, darling," and her fingers played with the inch-wide trim at the top of the flaring petticoat in white batiste. "And little girls love to wear puffed sleeves like these, so that's what my little Cutey is going to wear this afternoon. Lovely lace along the hem too, making it such a dainty petti, don't you think? Shall we bring it a little bit closer for you, honey?"
The petticoat swung to within a foot of his face and dangled softly on its hanger for his eyes to feast on its girlishness. A white monogram was embroidered in the middle with the letters JS intertwined. "And of course we'll bring Sissy's clittie a little closer to it too."
Her hand operated hidden controls, and Jonathan's satin chair hummed into movement. The change of angle he saw in the petticoat told him he was lying further back - but no. He was no further from it than before. Instead his stomach and pelvis felt the stretch of leaning back while his penis felt more air - and the unmistakeable feeling of being more exposed - lifted into the air by the chair under him, until it was almost in line with his face. He grunted anew into his pacifier, and as the petticoat was drawn forward into a little curve around his face, he swallowed another two gulps of the fiendish elixir from his teat.
If only he could get one of his hands free, or move his face - but he couldn't. He tried again, and pulled on his leg straps, but while he could pull his feet and his hands a few inches to one side or the other, they couldn't come to the rescue of his face - or of his defenceless cock.
It stood in a fully stiffened condition as his captor turned her attention to it. "Isn't it feeling nice," cooed Miss Busty, unhooking the petticoat on its hanger, and presenting it to his cock, draping it across his erection as he watched with panting breaths. It was a lovely feeling, having his cock caressed from top to bottom and back again by a sweet, little-girl petticoat. "Let's just leave it there over baby's clittie," she said, "draped nicely like a pair of little girl petti-panties, because my little Sweetie wants to see another delicious petticoat, don't you darling?"
The swivel-arm came into sight again and showed him its petticoat prettiness. "Mmmm, isn't peach silk-chiffon so lovely? So many ruffles in three tiers all round, look, spreading so widely," and the hand she fed into the petticoat fanned it into its full width from the high yoke and the dainty ruffle round the neck, showing him how this petticoat was twice as wide as the one that was sweetening his cock. She fussed it in front of him for a moment, then she looked into his drooping eyes. "Jonathan wants to kiss it, doesn't he? Of course you do. Here we are, darling. Lovely helpless kisses for Jonathan's girls' petticoat."
The swivel-arm came forward and the peach chiffon gathered round his face harness, tickling his nose with one of its ruffles and surrounding his temples and neck in petticoat loveliness. He couldn't escape its softness and the fragrance of baby dresses that filled his nostrils and brought a bleat of surrender into his throat. Miss Busty chuckled and hugged his face in its petticoat, then kissed his eyes and forehead through its delicate flounces. Nor did she miss the two or three little swallows and the long suck on his teat, sounding as though he was draining it to the last drop.
"I think Wally would like his petticoat draping just here," she said, spreading the detached underwear across his first petticoat, so that her hand slid and sizzled across the prominence of his erection, smoothing the petticoats across each other. "Because my little sweetie needs some more girling juice, doesn't he? Another nice drink for my girly boy."
She undid the strap across his mouth and slid it through the buckle, then gripped the plastic edges of his pink pacifier. "Give to Nurse, darling," she said, her face expecting imediate obedience. He did his best to open, needing her help to force his teeth wider, and out it came, the teat as flat as a burst balloon. She inserted a replacement and presented it to his harnessed lips. He opened at the touch of the teat, and with her help at pulling and pushing, it sank into its home.
His face was rebuckled and his cheeks bulged with their new load of fearful, feminizing juice. A whimper or two filtered down his nose, and his eyes filled with apprehension. His swivel-arm appeared again, this time bearing a girls' blouse in shiny white silk, large enough to have swamped a real baby girl but pretty tight across his own shoulders and chest. Jonathan Fitcock wilted in front of it, longing for Miss Busty to gather it round his face.
"What little girls need is a sweet little blouse to gaze at when they look in their mirror," said his sissy nurse, inching the hanging bodice closer to him until the three or four blouse buttons kissed his face buckle. "You want to feel the embrace of these darling puffed sleeves, don't you, my little poppet, and you want to kiss the cute little Peter Pan collar while I hold it for you. Ohhhhh, isn't that lovely, kissing your girls' blouse darling. Give a nice little suck and swallow for your pretty blouse, sweetheart."
Jonathan obliged, sucking hard and swallowing deep, his cock glowing with pleasure beneath its petticoats. He didn't know whether he wanted to carry on kissing his blouse, or if he wanted it to kiss his cock with its pretty blouse buttons. Ohhh he so wanted both that he sucked again and swallowed his juice, before realising with horror what he was doing to himself. He steeled himself against any girlish feelings, and clenched his mittened fists, resolved not to swallow any more.
The blouse found its cool silk nestling over the erection point draped in his petticoats, and Nurse Busty arranged it so that he could look at the lovely rounded collar edged with pink piping, with a little puffed sleeve on either side with piping on each cuff with another little girl blouse button.
His reverie was disturbed by rustling at his ear and although he couldn't turn his head, he strained his eyes to the side to see folds of pink satin hissing and sizzling into view. This one was definitely a baby dress. Not by its size, because it was quite big, but by its unmistakeable baby style. It swung as if with a life of its own as its crane-like arm brought it in front of his hungry gaze, and while he devoured the huge ruffled wings at the sleeveless shoulders, his mouth squeezed another long suck and swallow from his thinned out pacifier.
"Mmmm - Nnnnnngghhh - Mmmmmm," he moaned, his legs kicking and his arms pulling. He wanted to seize the lovely pinafore dress, because it was a baby dress in rose pink satin, and press it to his cock as it yearned for sissy baby dressing. Miss Busty lifted the wide hem and displayed the pastel pink acetate petticoat sewn inside it. More baby petticoats. Ohhhh he wanted to wear them - all of them, so that he could feel like a sweet, helpless baby girl. The teat in his mouth sounded like it was draining again and he stretched and pulled on his leg and arm straps in his girlish frustration.
Miss Busty frilled out the hem of the dress in her fingers, smiling at her helpless captive. "Does Jonathan want Nurse Busty to let him suck a bit more of his nice girlie juice, Hmmm? - Well I may be able to find him just one more baby teat - if he's a very - good - girl." Her lips curled in sarcasm as she undid his buckle yet again. "Sissy boys don't usually want so much baby girl juice," she informed him. "I can only think little Jonathan really wants his nurse to dress him as a baby girl - in all these petticoats and things." The old teat came out - he made it easy by stretching his teeth as wide as he could - and the new one was secured on his tongue, re-belted and re-buckled. As soon as she returned to rustling his dress for him and edging it closer, he sucked and sucked as if he had to empty his teat in one long drink.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, as the little dress was lifted on its hanger from the rail and lowered mercilessly over his hair, until its petticoat lining slid down, all round his face, and cupped into a balloon around his shoulders. Nurse Busty's hands made sure he was deafened by the delicious rustling of his pinafore baby dress.
"But what babies need most of all," she said, smiling as she drew the dress away, slipped it off its hanger and draped it over his growing spread of baby clothes, "is a set of fluffy diapers in case of baby accidents." Her words closed his eyes with pleasure and a moan hummed deep in his throat. "And all the lovely coverings that baby girls wear over them, like safe-panties in pretty plastic, and gorgeous diaper covers and pairs of bloomers with ruffles and ribbons and lace. Because sissygirl babies love to be pretty under their dresses, don't they sweetums?"
Jonathan's eyes lidded again and again as he tried to look into her eyes as she grinned down at him. She turned from him for a moment, hooked another hanger onto the extension, and brought it dangling into his sight.
"Now, Jonathan, I wonder if my little darling wants to stay a boysie, or does he want Nurse Busty to turn him into a gorgeous baby girl?" Her fingers held frills of chiffon on either side of a pair of ruffle-butt bloomers, all white except for pink frilled edges across the back as she turned it for his eager eyes.
Her captive strained every muscle to avoid giving in to the sucking he wanted to do. These bloomers would make him feel so lovely as a baby girl, and Miss Busty's lips, which he now found so gorgeous, were beside them, smiling at him. "Well, what ever you want I'm going to make Jonathan a sweet little girl," she said, and holding his bloomers with just one hand, she used her other to hold the erection point in the middle of his pink satin baby dress.
His eyes closed, opened again to feast on his baby frills, then closed again as she began to smooth the whole collection of girls' things to and fro along his stiffness. So this was what it would be like, to be a baby girl, in pretty panties and petticoats, with a silk blouse and a satin pinafore. "Does little Jonathan want to be Miss Busty's baby girl then?" he heard, but he tried not to listen. He knew he had to fight, to put off swallowing any more of this sweet juice that would - that would make him weak and - and more feminine.
But the petticoat caresses were so delicious - so inviting - so smooth and silky. He wanted them to gather round his cock and his whole body for Miss Busty. She was irresistible. The girlish frills were so beautiful and exciting. He didn't know what he was fighting for, and he found his tongue squeezing the teat against the roof of his mouth, filling his throat with swallow after swallow of girlishness, and his cock gave in too. He pushed himself forward into his petticoat silk, feeling a babyish glow rising in his precious places, and Miss Busty's smile grew wider beside his panty ruffles as he squirted and squirted again and again all his creamy sissyboy surrender into the wide, shiny, softly smoothing girls' clothes that held him down.

In Chapter 2, Jonathan is dressed by Nurse Busty and Hilary, his Mother-In-Law, in the Silk and Satin Dressing Nursery.

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