YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/baby_sis.txt

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Her eyes widened slightly as she stared on with interest.  I was

shaking pretty bad now as I cleared my throat and continued with

my story.  But wait a minute.  Allow me to bring you up to date.

My name is Bob Thompson.  The woman is Dr. Rosenbloom, a

physciatrist in sexual disorders.  My wife insisted I see a

doctor if I wanted our marriage to continue, so here I am.

Anyway, I was just beginning to tell the doctor of my problems

and of what I felt caused them.  You see, I'm a transvestite and

I've also been into infantilism most of my life.



  It all started back in the Sixties when I was around seven

years old.  I guess my life could be considered fairly normal up

until then.  I was one of three children and never went without

the material things in life.  Though my father had deserted us

years before, mom had done well in keeping us together.  She

owned a little boutique that brought in enough to pay the bills

and keep us secure.  My two sisters shared a bedroom and I had

the one at the end of the hall.  Cindy, the oldest was usually

put in charge of things when mom took her monthly purchasing

trips to restock the store.  It wasn't to bad as mom was never

away more than a few days at a time.  I was in the second grade

and Bonnie, my other sister, was in the sixth.  We often walked

home together and would sit on the porch to wait for Cindy.  She

was going to Jr. High accross town and it took her half an hour

longer to get home.  It was September and the weather had finally

started cooling off.  Mom had just left on another of her trips

so Cindy cooked supper.  Soon after we ate, my sisters started

doing the dishes and I went out to play.  We had an old shed in

the back yard that we used for storage and I would often play in

it making believe it was my own little house.  This evening was

one such occasion.



  I didn't have many friends other than those at school so I

pretty much stayed by myself most of the time. It was this

paticular evening that started a chain of events that will

remained clear in my mind for the rest of my life.  I was sitting

at the shed window looking out through the dirty glass panes and

feeling pretty bored.  I glanced around the room looking for

something to stir my interest when my eyes caught sight of a

couple of cardboard boxes in the far corner.  I had seen them

there before but never really gave them much thought.  In my

curiousity I wandered over to them and pulled the flaps open on

the top one.  It was filled with old clothes and a few pairs of

shoes.  I rumaged through the items trying to find something of

interest when my hands felt something soft and silky.  Just then

a strange feeling swept over me that felt unusually pleasant.

Wondering what I had touched, I pulled the item from the box and

held it to the window.  It was one of Cindy's old nylon

petticoats.  It was very full and trimmed with pink satin ribbons

and several small bows.  A sensation flashed through me as I had

visions of what it would be like to try it on.  My pulse started

to climb as I playfully held the petticoat around my waist trying

to fantisize actually wearing it.  The very fact that it was tabu

to dress up in girls clothes excited me and pulled me back to the

box in search of a complete wardrobe to try on.  After some

sorting, I found an old dress, some shoes and even a pair of lace

trimmed socks but no panties.  I hurriedly moved the box aside

and opened the other one.  Low and behold it was filled with baby

clothes, diapers, baby powders and everything else one could ever

need to clothe a baby.  Some of the plastic panties were rumba

styled and covered with nylon.  I looked through all of them

trying to find a pair that would be big enough to pass as regular

panties.  The biggest ones were still to small but I kept them

out anyway.  Spreading my now complete wardrobe accross the

chair, I repacked the boxes and rushed to the window.  My heart

was pounding now as anticapation mounted.  Searching the yard for

any signs of my sisters assured me the coast was clear.  Moving

to a dark corner of the room, I removed my clothes and nerviously

stepped into the rumba pants.  My hands trembled as I struggled

to pull them up.  The legs were really quite small and tore up

the sides slightly in my determination to get them on.  I felt

the strained elastic give way as the cool plastic linning slid

accross my cock and hugged my waist.  Feeling very strange in the

panties, I nearly lost all control of my body as it shook with

excitement.  Hurriedly I dawned the petticoats and pulled the

dress over my head.  It too was small but I managed to get it

pulled down and fastened the waist ties in a bow behind me.  Next

came the  socks I thought as I reached over to the chair.  All of

a sudden the room filled with light and I heard the door bang

against the wall.



  Standing in horrifying shock, I reeled towards the door only to

see Cindy staring at me with dis-belief.  What in the world are

you doing Bobby?  she exclaimed as she entered the room.  In my

horror at being caught I couldn't talk or move.  After a few

seconds of silence she smiled and started to laugh.  The laughter

didn't last long and slowly turned to hatefulness.  In a devilish

tone of voice she exclaimed: Let's go to the house and show

Bonnie her new little sister.  I was horrified as she grabbed my

hand and dragged me accross the yard, all the while calling me a

little sissy boy.  I pulled as hard as I could trying to excape

her grip but she was to strong.  Please don't let Bonnie see me,

PLEASE!  I was only trying them on for a minute.  I promise I

won't do it ever again.  My words fell on deaf ears as I was

pulled through the door and forced to stand by the couch.

Bonnie!  Would you come in here for a minute?  I've someone I

want you to meet.  I was crying hard now as the feeling of

humility overtook my every sense.  I turned my eyes away as I

caught sight of Bonnie enter the room.  Her burst of laughter

sent waves of shame through my vains.  I could see her pointing

at my new clothes as I looked up from my tear drenched face.  She

was about to fall over from laughing so hard when Cindy turned

and started to talk.  Isn't little Sis cute in her petticoats and

dress, she sneered with enjoyment.  I was shaking violently now

as my shame grew more intense.  I think we ought to make her wear

them the rest of the day, don't you agree Bonnie?  Yes!  It would

be fun having a new sister to play with.  At that Cindy again

grabbed my arm and demanded I keep the clothes on until she told

me I could change.  Not able to respond to her demands prompted

threats of telling mom what I did if I didn't agree.  Shaking

more violently now, I helplessly nodded my consent.  All of a

sudden I felt a strange warmth flowing around my crotch and I

grabbed my crotch through the dress.  Seeing my actions, Cindy

again grabbed my hand and pulling it away, angrily told me that

wasn't lady like.  I immediately felt the rush of pee run down my

legs and felt my face turn flush as I realized what was

happening.  Oh No! I cried out in horror as my sisters looked in

surprise at the puddle forming on the floor.  Bonnie's mouth

dropped open in dis-belief as Cindy dropped my arm and stood back

also in surprise.  After a moment of deathly silence thier faces

slowly turned to laughter as they began poking fun of my

condition.  Look!  Sis has wet her panties., Bonnie cheered.

Cindy turned and said, I guess our little sister is still a baby.

Look at little baby.  Baby wet her panties. they sang over and

over in harmony.  Crying completely out of control now, I pleaded

for them to stop and let me change into my own clothes.  Cindy

reached for my skirt and lifted it up to reveil my panties.  With

a hateful giggle, she exclaimed, Looks like baby sister needs

changing.  She then told Bonnie about the box of old baby clothes

in the shed and asked her to fetch them.  I felt a tidalwave of

horror come over me at the sound of her request and darted for

the door.  Bonnie blocked my exit as Cindy grabbed my arm firmly

and demanded I get back in the room repeating her threats of

telling mom.  Within minutes, Bonnie returned with the box and a

gleeful smile that showed her pleasure in what was ahead.



 Playfully, they dug through the box pulling out several baby

items including a couple of baby bottles.  All of a sudden, they

stopped with thier hands still in the box, and turned to me with

a big smile.  Your in luck baby., laughed Cindy.  At that she

pulled up a large handful of diapers and waved them at me saying:

See what we found.  These are exactly befitting your behavior.

Again I shouted in horror, PLEASE!  Please let me change my

clothes.  Cindy jumped up at my pleas and in a hatefully

convincing voice, said OK!  My heart started to slow down from

relief as I thanked her and started to turn for my room to

change.  Hold it right there!, she shouted.  I said you could

change your clothes but I didn't say into what.  Knowing exactly

what she meant I again started shaking.  I'm serious!  she

snapped.  Now you'd better do as I say or else I'll tell mom I

caught you playing with these too.  Bonnie jumped in saying she

would back Cindy up.  I'll bet mom would make you stay dressed

like this a lot longer than us.  She'd probably make you sleep in

them too.  Do you want that?  Hanging my head down in

hopelessness, I said No!  Turning to Bonnie, she grinned a

victory smile as they both started giggling at my predicament.

After removing my dress and petticoats, Cindy demanded I lay down

on the floor.  She then asking Bonnie to help her as she pulled

at my plastic rumba pants.  I turned my head to the side as I

couldn't look at them staring at my nakedness.  Bonnie move over

to the side to gather a few diapers and smiled at me as she

handed them to Cindy.  I felt very strange as I glanced down the

length of my naked body and saw Cindy folding the diapers.

diapers slipping under me.  When she was done, she moved up

between my feet and told be to raise up a little.  Bonnie started

  to giggle again as I reluctantly obeyed.  Hand me some diaper

pins, Sis.  Bonnie handed her the pins and kneeled beside me as I

felt the diapers being drawn up between my legs.  Please don't

make me wear these diapers., I again pleaded.  They just laughed

and started talking to me as if I was a baby.  Bonnie really

seemed to enjoy cooing to me as I again started to cry.  Be still

now so I don't stick you.  I again looked down as Cindy pulled

the diapers around my waist and fastened them with the pins.  For

some reason, I felt even more ashamed when I noticed the pins

were pink.  The moment the second pin snapped shut, I felt a wave

of total surrender and helplessness against thier every wish.  I

had been reduced to a helpless baby and lost all ability to

resist.  Backing away, Cindy stood up and told be to stand.  Next

came another pair of rubber pants.  These were a plain pair but a

little larger than the rumba pants I had found.  With the extra

bulk of the diapers they too ended up tearing a little.  Just as

Cindy gave them a last tug, Bonnie leaned over and wispered

something in her ear.  I couldn't make it out but I knew it was

in regards to me.  Cindy nodded an approval and Bonnie left the

room.



  Cindy stood back and while admiring her work, she commented on

what a cute looking baby I had become.  Doesn't baby feel better

now with fresh clothes on? she asked with a chuckle.  Just then I

saw Bonnie return with.... OH! NO! Not that!  She had fetched a

pair of her shortest babydoll pajamas and, holding them up for me

to see, said excitedly.:  Look what sis has for baby.  You'll

look so cute in this. she laughed.  I turned to Cindy with a look

of pleading but she too was laughing.  Stand still now or I'll

have to give baby a good spanking she said as she pulled the pink

shortie over my head.  Look! They're so short I can still see

babys diapers., Bonnie exclaimed with ever increasing excitement.

Now your to remain dressed like this until we tell you different.

Do you understand?, Demanded Cindy.        If your really good

and act like a baby for us for a little while, we'll let you have

your clothes back.  This means you are to talk like a baby when

you are hungry or want something.  One word of grown up talk and

you will keep these on until tomorrow.  They glanced smiles at

each other and began to giggle again.  I held my head down in

shame and saw the gown spread out like a little babys dress.  The

diapers felt bulky and strange between my legs as I stood before

my sisters and listened to thier laughs  and humiliating remarks.



  It felt like I had stood before them for hours as they kept

giggling while frequently taking turns checking my diapers to see

if I was wet.  Finally, I was told to sit down on the floor.

Cindy told Bonnie to entertain baby for awhile and she went into

the kitchen.  Bonnie told me I'd better behave and do what ever

she said or she'd tell Cindy I talked to her.  Reaching over to

the table, she retrieved a pacifier and stuck it in my mouth.

She then sat back in the chair and stared at me while

occasionally giggling and making fun of my being a cute little

baby girl.  She frequently pointed to my diapers asking if baby

was wet and every now and then would reach and adjust my

pacifier.  As the evening wore on, I slowly calmed down and

stopped crying.  I tried to do exactly what they wanted and

thought only of the moment this would be over.  Cindy had return

and made me drink a baby bottle of warm milk again with threats

of reprizel if I resisted.  The rest of the evening went by

slowly as I was made to play with some baby toys from the box.

Once, when things started quieting down, in her attempt to

re-kindle laughter, Cindy made me get on my belly and crawl

accross the room.  I did everything I was asked as I knew it was

useless to fight them.  It was getting awfully late I thought to

myself.  It shouldn't be long now and I'll be over this shame.

Well!  Looks like baby has finally settled down and is behaving

herself., Cindy exclaimed.  She's been a really good baby the

last couple of hours.  Let's give her one last test to see if

she's learned obedience.  If she obeys, we'll let her get

changed.  What do you have in mind?, Bonnie asked with hopes of

humiliating me further.  Little Baby!  Get up and come here to

mommy., Cindy demanded laughingly.  I stood up and walked over to

her with yerning eyes for an end to this nightmare.  Do you think

you've had enough of wearing other clothes than your own?, Cindy

asked as she pulled me closer.  I nodded yes as I hung my head

down with remorse.  Will you mind me from now on when I tell you

to do something?  Again I nodded I would.  Good! She exclaimed.

Let's see if you really mean it.  At that she reached down and

feeling my diapers, she demanded I wet them before she would

change me.  I can't change a dry baby! she stated.  Now wet them

for mommy.  I glanced at Bonnie only to see her eyes lit up with

glee at my new predicament.  I again felt my heart race as my now

tired body started to again shake violently.  Please don't make

me do that, I pleaded over and over.  If you want to get out of

these diapers you'd better mind me or I'll have you wear them all

night.  I could tell she wasn't going to change her mind.  I

finally agreed after getting her to promise me I could have my

clothes back right after.  Bonnie stared hard at me as I strained

to wet in my diapers.  I could feel my face turn flush as I tried

to release the bonds of years of toilet training.  It just didn't

seem to want to let go and I cried that I couldn't do it with

them watching.  My sisters agreed to turn around for just a

minute but warned me I'd better succeed or else.  It took several

minutes more before I started to feel the warm pee slowly escape

and saturate the diapers.  I felt so ashamed as it flowed faster

and faster.  Bonnie turned abruptly shouting.: He's doing it!

He's really wetting himself.  Humiliation engulfed me as I now

tried to stop.  Now matter how hard I tried, it just kept coming

until the diapers were soaked thru and thru and started running

from the small tears in the pants down to the floor.  My sisters

seemed a little shocked at my compliance to thier demands but

soon began cheering me on.  That's a good little baby.  Now you

really are like a real baby.  The slight aroma of fresh pee

seeped up to my nostrils and I began to cry to now have the

diapers removed.  Cindy clutched my gown and removed it, leaving

me standing there with only wet diapers and plastic pants on.

Now get down on the floor and crawl for us., she giggled.  You

promised I could take these off if I did what you asked., I

exclaimed in fearful defiance thru my tears.  In just a minute.,

snapped Cindy.  I'll let you know when and not before.  At that

she again told me to get down and crawl for them so they could

take a good look at thier baby sister acting like the baby she

is.  I felt really naked with just the diapers and rubber pants

on.  The wetness felt strange as I helplessly obeyed and crawled

to thier laughter.  OK! That's enough.  I guess we've had enough

fun.  We'll let you take them off now.  At that I quickly stood

up and removed the pants and unpinning the diapers, letting them

fall to the floor.  I didn't care if they saw me naked anymore.

All I wanted was to get out of these wet diapers.  Pick those

diapers up and bring them to the laundry., Cindy ordered.  Now go

and take a bath while I fetch your clothes.  What a feeling of

relief I felt as I slipped into the tub of water.  As promised,

Cindy returned with a pair of my P.J.'s and told me to hurry and

get dressed.  As I was leaving the bathroom, Cindy called for me

to join them in thier bedroom for a minute.  They were sitting on

the edge of the bed as I entered and instructed me to come

closer.



  We just want to let you know that if you ever tell mom what

happened today you know what will happen.  You'd better be quiet

if you don't want a lot worst.  And don't forget our aggreement.

You'd better do everything we tell you from now on or the next

time mom's gone again we'll repeat today only worst.  Is that

clear?  Hanging my head in helpless shame, I acknowledged I

understood and as I turned to go to bed, they giggled:

Nighty-night, Baby Sis!