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crissiebaby · 7 months

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Kelly's New Dolly

DISCLAIMER: This classic Crissie story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Zeke couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he had to look after his little sister, Kelly, on his only day off, let alone having to chaperone an 8-year-old’s birthday party at the single girliest place he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

Zeke’s mother was supposed to accompany the girls to the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory for Kelly’s party, but of course, she chose today of all days to get sick. This left Zeke as the only person who could look after the party.

At first, Zeke refused, but after an obscene amount of begging (and a sizable bribe), Zeke agreed. However, as soon as he entered the factory, he realized didn’t ask for nearly enough.

The Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory was a paradise of girliness. Everything from the walls to the displays were all painted different shades of pink. There was a costume shop, a makeup store, and even a massive playground. Kelly and the other girls couldn’t have been happier, but Zeke couldn’t have been dreading this anymore.

The day started with pizza, cake, and presents. As the girls all screamed and giggled with each other, Zeke sat alone at the edge of the table, gorging himself on a large cheese pizza all to himself.

After lunch, it was time for the tour to start. An employee dressed in a bright purple princess costume came to greet them. “Hello! My name is Princess Lilac, and I’ll be giving a very special birthday girl a personal tour of my kingdom.” The girls all cheered and followed the employee through a pair of double doors.

It took Zeke exactly 5 seconds to be bored out of his mind. He lagged behind the group of hyperactive grade schoolers, his eyes locked on his phone, only looking up to make sure one of the girls didn’t jump off a catwalk or something.

By the 45-minute mark, Zeke was starting to regret wearing such uncomfortable walking shoes. His feet were absolutely killing him. While the girls were all standing around Princess Lilac as she talked about another dull machine, Zeke decided to take a seat on a bench to rest for a second.

While Zeke sat, his phone was lit up with messages. His girlfriend, Kat, was still pissed at him for kissing another girl at a house party last week, and he was doing some serious damage control. The pair furiously texted back and forth, spending little energy to even acknowledge what the other was writing. He didn’t even know how much time had passed before he looked up and noticed the party had moved on without him.

Zeke wandered around for a few minutes, trying to catch up with them, but he was so incredibly lost. Everything looked the same: pink, pink, and more pink. With his frustration mounting, Zeke decided to enter the next door he came across.

The door led him to another set of catwalks that hovered over a number of various conveyor belts that weren’t in use. Each belt had several nude, life-sized dolls lined up neatly and wrapped in plastic. Zeke started to lightly jog towards the other side when his phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket to answer, only to lose his grip on the phone and watch it tumble down onto one of the conveyor belts.

Looking over the edge, Zeke figured it was only about one story down to the conveyor belt. With no regard for caution, he stepped over the railing and lowered himself until he could safely drop.

As he landed on the rubbery surface of the conveyor belt, he found that it was much more springy than he assumed it would be. The shockwave he caused resulted in all of the nude dolls bouncing off the belt and onto the ground. His phone was also launched, flying through the air and landing right at the mouth of a big machine.

Zeke tried to walk but discovered the belt was much too unstable for that, leaving him to claw along the belt until he could finally reach his phone.

Little did Zeke know that the tour group had arrived at the main attraction. The factory allowed visitors to create and design their own life-size version of their favorite doll from the Pretty Pretty Princess collection.

“As the birthday girl, you get to go first!” said Princess Lilac in her sugary sweet voice. “Do you know what doll you want?”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically, “I want a big Betsy Wetsy doll.”

With no more deliberation, Princess Lilac escorted Kelly to a control panel. Kelly diligently picked out a short, pink princess dress with puffy sleeves and a tiara. She also added two giant, fluffy diapers, some lacy stockings, and a pair of pink high heels. Then she moved on to make-up, leaving no space unpainted.

With everything selected, Kelly hit the “Make My Dolly” button with innocent enthusiasm.

For Zeke, she couldn’t have pressed start at a worse time. Just as he got his hands on his phone, the conveyor belt started moving forward. The force caused him to fall backward. He tried to get up, but the unstable floor beneath him made that an impossibility. With no escape, Zeke was pulled into the machine.

Princess Lilac let the girls over to a big room with a viewing window, “Here you’ll get to watch while your dolly is dressed and-” The sudden sound of Lilac’s phone ringing cut her off in the middle of her speech. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. “You girls stay right here and watch. I’ll be off to the side if you need anything.”

Princess Lilac walked to a corner of the room, leaving Kelly and the other girls to watch as Zeke was pulled into view by four mechanical arms, his screams muffled from inside the insulated room. The girls rushed to the glass and started laughing at the boy’s misfortune, the loudest of which was Kelly, who was silently annoyed that her brother was being such a stick in the mud. She squinted her eyes and smiled, ready to enjoy the show.

The machine wasted no time removing Zeke’s clothing, which it mistook for the doll’s wrapping. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude.

The arms then laid Zeke down on a padded mat as he was forced to watch two of the largest diapers he’d ever seen be carried toward him by more mechanical arms. They were not real diapers but were instead filled with cotton stuffing that was designed to make the padding even bulkier than the real thing.

Zeke pulled and wiggled as much as he could, but it was no use. The machine lifted his butt off the mat and pulled the first diaper onto his waist, simultaneously spraying his crotch with a perfume that strongly smelled of baby powder. It wasn’t over, though, as the second diaper was soon added, separating his legs over a foot wide.

The arms continued by adding two long, silky stockings to his legs, which hugged him in a way he had never felt before. He felt the front of his soft, pillowy diapers begin to tent in defiance of his own displeasure with the current situation.

A pair of heels were then placed on his feet. The heels were far too small, but the machine did its damnedest to make sure they fit. After an agonizing few seconds, his feet were wedged inside the shoes.

More robotic arms descended and lifted him up, allowing a corset to be wrapped around his torso. The arms pulled the strings tightly as Zeke felt all air leave his lungs. And his lungs weren’t the only thing to feel pressure. The corset also was doing a number on his stomach, which was working its way through digesting an unhealthy amount of cheap pizza.

Zeke knew an eruption was pending. If he didn’t escape soon, these bright white diapers might not be so white anymore.

The machine paid no mind to Zeke’s plight, lifting his arms high in the air and sliding down the pink princess dress that Kelly had selected. The dress was made of silk, with lace and ruffles scattered all around. At his waist, the dress was bellowed out by a built-in petticoat that pushed the skirt wide and high, ensuring his diapers would be visible from every angle.

A metal mask was placed on his face. He shouted as the metal warmed up and printed make-up onto him, according to Kelly’s specifications. While that happened, a big blonde wig with strands of hair that extended down to Zeke’s lower back was positioned and glued onto his head.

Zeke gasped for air the second the mask parted ways with his face. If he had a mirror, he would’ve seen the sum total of lipstick, blush, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and every other product under the sun that had been precisely slathered onto his face.

As soon as the finishing touch of a small, golden tiara was placed on his head, Zeke was yanked toward a large cardboard box. The arms placed him inside and secured his hands and feet with large twist ties.

The killer was a fifth twist tie that was placed around his waist and pulled tight to make sure the new dolly would be jostled in the box. With the corset and the twist tie combined, Zeke’s bowels could no longer handle the pressure. A large pizza’s worth of poop was squeezed out of him like a tube of runny toothpaste.

With the dolly in place, the box was sealed shut and lowered onto a conveyor belt that exited the machine. Zeke thrashed around inside the box, using every ounce of strength he had to break free of his restraints, but all he managed to do was smear the mess in his pants even more.

The box was lifted one last time as pretty pink wrapping paper was applied for the birthday girl. Zeke could no longer see anything beyond a dull glow of light that strained through the thin pink covering.

Finally, Zeke felt himself come to a stop. The box was clumsily lifted up and dropped to the ground, slamming Zeke against the mush in his nappies. He grimaced.

Tiny hands began to tear the paper away, allowing Zeke to look up at his sister and her many friends grinning deviously down at him. He blushed with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kelly leaned in close to Zeke’s face, admiring her own handiwork.

“I think I have a new favorite dolly.”

THE END.

Artwork By CodiBaby 💜

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aurorably · 7 months

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Becoming Mommy's Sissy: A Bad Boy to Good Baby Girl Transformation

Read my second book Becoming Mommy's Sissy for free on Amazon.

Emily loves Hank, and can’t wait for their pending nuptials; there is just one problem, Hank’s 21-year-old son Ryan. Ryan is a spoiled brat who is set on stopping the marriage and protecting his inheritance. Unbeknownst to Ryan, Emily has her own plans to turn him from a problem child to a sweet little girl.

In this battle of the wills, Ryan finds himself outsmarted at every turn, as Emily maneuvers him into compromising scenarios; overpowered when Emily forces him over her knee for a well-deserved spanking and ultimately outmatched as Emily and her friends transform into the ultimate baby girl. Will Ryan ever be able to regain control of the situation or is he destined to end up in diapers and panties at the hands of his new Step Mommy?

#ab/dl community #ab/dl lifestyle #ab/dl diaper #ab/dl sissy #md/lb mommy #bd/sm mommy #domme mommy #mommy k!nk #humiliation sissy #sissy story #submisive sissy #forced feminized #gentle fdom #gentle domination #feminization kink

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tiffysp · 6 months

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#small dick loser #sissy domination #small dick humiliation #humiliation captions #sissylover #faggot sissy #sissy for bbc #sissy caged #sissy cd #sissifeminine #sissy story

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dominakayla654 · 6 months

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Where are you shit come and lick 👅 up my ass

#sissy story #across the spiderverse #margot robbie #chasity #caged chastity #feminism #feminine sissy

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sissybabycucksophia · 5 days

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😨😨Not What I Expected Part 2😨😨

As the man i was now to call master took pictures of me sat in my purple mermaid fit uniform which was locked shut at 5 different points, my pathetic and masculinity destroying makeup and my knewly fitted chest length locks of hair I began to wonder what was next. Like an idiot i attempted to speak without permission, “Ok Johnny i think we’ve both had our fun here but unlock me now and help me out of these hideous clothes and get these stupid extensions out… man too man this is getting a little strange now” I stupidly said like a man as i stood up and puffed out my chest and stood in as masculine and confident a posture as i could.

However nothing quite humbles a sissy faggot holding onto his masculinity more than a real man physically over powering and abusing him. Without missing a beat Johnny put his phone in his pocket and he would plainly gesture for me to turn around “move your long hair round over your shoulder then so its out of the way” Johnny said calmly and with a nonchalant attitude. Stupidly i breathed a sigh of relief as I turned my back to johnny and like girl daintily swept my chest length locks over my shoulder to make the first of 5 padlocks visible, as I stepped back slightly and closer too johnny I said “good man, see I’m glad you’ve seen sense and stopped this before it got weird. Really had me worried there when you wanted me to lie about being transgender to Mel” with a tone almost as though talking to someone on my level. However what happened next was most definitely not what I’d expect.

Before i knew what was happening or even could think about reacting Johnny had slung on arm around my neck from behind pulling me tight in against him. Within seconds I was in a very tight headlock and thanks too the height difference of nearly a foot and a half, Johnny had me held off the ground struggling too breath. In instant panic I tried to grasp and pull Johnny’s arm off my throat but between his superior strength and my faggy white satin gloves I was getting nowhere, i also began to violently try and kick and swing my legs however the restrictive and tight mermaid fit of my locked uniform made the swings pointless. Fear flooded my body as my breathing became heavily restricted and tears began to well up in my eyes. Gasping for air, I was filled with fear mixed with humiliation and disgust as i was pulled into johnny and could feel as clear as day his erect cock in his pants press against the outside of my dress.

“Lets get something straight here, if you ever… ever try to talk to me like we’re on the same level again, so help me god your punishment will be unbearable! No your not getting out of this uniform you dumb faggot! And these extensions? Their your hair now! And your one dumb bitch if you think when i drag your ass through the centre of town kicking and screaming by it dressed like this that it won’t hurt like real hair! Now when i put your faggot ass down your gonna start learning to behave like the dumb, submissive, weak and unmanly sissy faggot that you’ve been fantasising about to me in messages for months! Got that?!” Johnny grunted to me, what could i say?! All i could think is ‘i cant die like this! If i die he’ll just dump my body in a woods dressed like this then everyone will know the kinda weak little sissy i was in life!’ So i tried to nod as tears rolled down my cheeks. In that moment Johnny released his grip allowing my purple shoe imprisoned feet to touch the ground. The moment my feet touch the ground I collapsed to my knees and hunched forward grabbing my throat and coughing, as i tried to kneel the dress restricted me making me ever more aware of its presence and my predicament. “Get up faggot!” Johnny grunted. What choice did i have? He could’ve killed me! I surely couldn’t risk that kind of punishment again, at least not for the 2 weeks I said that I’d be his.

Tears still rolling down my face I struggled too my feet again and forced myself to stand up straight despite my still throbbing neck pain and breathing irregularity. Placing my arms tight by me side I whimpered “Im….. I…I…Im really So…sorry Master, b….b….but this is all getting very uhm real…. As your weak little beta I’m begging you please let me out of all this… I…I….I can pay you!” I begged pathetically with terror in my voice and my eyes tightly closed in fear of his arm once again wrapping round my throat. However at that Johnny would simply take both my wrists and pull then behind my back where a pair of handcuffs were locked on removing the use of my hands, then opening my eyes i saw a most worrying sight as over my head was lowered a purple penis gag. “P…please master… please don’t do this…” I begged however johnny simply pressed the large black cock of the gag against my lips. “Look you’re not going anywhere so open your mouth Jade and make this all go faster!” Johnny sighed as I stupidly opened my mouth allowing him to plunge the gag into my mouth. While it pressed on my gag reflex Johnny would raise my newly attached long hair and clip the gag tightly in place before lowering my long hair back into place.

“There! Soon you’ll learn not to talk out of place but for your own benefit you’ll wear this until you do faggot!” Johnny grunted as he then grabbed by cuffed wrists and begun to push me out of the small under the stairs sissy faggot bedroom and out into the hall. Gagging on the huge dildo now held permanently in my mouth i began to look at my surroundings as I was pushed through the hall. I’d forgotten how beautiful, majestic and regal this mansion looked however i begun to panic as i turn my head back toward the direction i’m being pushed by Johnny. I try to wrestle my cuffed hands out of his grip but he’s to strong, opening the front door Johnny pushes me out despite begging and pleading through the dildo gag. As i was pushed i tripped thanks the the tight form fitting dress making it impossible to stumble and rebalance myself so i fell down the 2 front steps, landing on my stomach on his chipped driveway my fall was slightly cushioned by the fake breast padding Johnny forced me to stuff under the dress. Laying on my stomach pathetically for a second i Froze, like a pathetic coward given the choice of fight flight or freeze i froze in genuine fear of what johnny has planned next. However after a few seconds johnny picked me up, pulling me to my feet I moaned in discomfort as my eyes adjusted too the brightness of the outside. As we stood looking at the driveway I became distressed as I noticed my car was gone! My 2017 blue focus RS was gone!! In its place sat a tiny 2 seater Pink Smart Fortwo car with garish and stupid looking fake eyelashes around the headlights.

Turning too Johnny i began to panic and angrily wrestle at the cuffs behind my back as i tired to yell “wheres my car!” But thanks to the gag, all that could be heard was “mmmmms mh mmm!”. At that johnny would walk me over to the ugly, girly, pink, heap of garbage and pushed me until me shins met the front bumber, then with one forcefully push to the back of my head i was pinned to the bonnet and windscreen of the car if you could even call it a car. “Your car? Its right here faggot! Oh RS? Yeh it was pretty fun to drive but you won’t be needing something so powerful now Sissy. So i sold it for 32,000 and bought this far more appropriate car for you, its been fitted with a tracker and remote immobiliser as well as a remote locking feature so should you try to run away i can shut down the engine and lock you in it until i arrive to retrieve you. You also wont get the keys unless i decide you need to run an errand. All that only cost me four grand so the remaining 28,000 gets spent on your transformation and training! Honestly if it wasn’t such a bother to unzip and free you too much from this dress i’d fuck your ass right now on the bonnet of your new car just for fun!!” As johnny said as I panicked and began crying, shaking my head and trying to get free.

In that moment however i would suddenly feel a sharp pinch in my right butt cheek, looking over my shoulder I saw Johnny had pushed a syringe 💉 in through the dress and panties into the soft skin of my ass. I couldn’t make out the writing on the syringe but as johnny pulled it back out after emptying whatever was in it into my ass he said “this is just one of the steps in your transformation sissy, Hormone injections! The pills I’m making take daily plus these syringes 💉 are Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s time you realised and accepted the place you’ve put yourself in is permanent.” As johnny spoke tears flooded my eyes, shame, helplessness and humiliation flooded me and to make matters worse all this humiliation was making my penis strain harder than ever in its cage. At that johnny pulled me back up by my now very real feeling hair extensions and looked me in the eye.

Overwhelmed by it all I went weak at the knees and no matter how hard i tried not to, I fainted into Johnnys arm. Passed out and unconscious I was slowly becoming aware of just how fucked up my position in life was now….

#sissy blackmail #sissy domination #sissy fagot #crossdressgirls #sissy story #male domination #permanent feminization #permanent sissy

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crissiebaby · 4 months

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Sissy's First Date: Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anonymous

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*SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!*

An audible squelch accompanied every step I took as Becca and I exited the women’s room. It didn’t matter how much Becca tried to calm my nerves by saying that it was all in my head and no one could hear it. No amount of reassurance could stop my paranoia from obsessing over the soft, spongy sound. The sheer panic of it all had my heart rate through the roof.

*THROB! THROB! THROB!*

Speaking of heart rates, between the fear of being caught and the endless sexual tension between Becca and me, my blood was pumping at high speeds. This, unsurprisingly, affected the size, sensitivity, and stiffness of my genitals. Every time my swollen diaper shifted or my engorged cock twitched, I feared my buckling knees would give out. The only solace I got was from the cooling sensation that came from the chilly water that kept my boner at least somewhat in check but that was far from a consolation prize if you ask me.

Meanwhile, walking only a few feet ahead of me was the living embodiment of confidence and grace. If I hadn’t been the one to pour a full bottle of water into her diaper, nothing about the way she composed herself would’ve ever made me guess she was padded. It begged the question in my mind: exactly how many times had she worn a diaper in public?

“I can tell you want to ask me something,” said Becca, spinning around on her heel and walking backward in front of me.

I must’ve been quiet for too long. Either that or she was a literal mind reader. Placing a hand on the back of my neck, my eyes instinctually shot toward Becca’s feet as I responded, “Sort of. I-I didn’t want to offend you, though.”

“Oh, well, now you HAVE to ask,” teased Becca, planting both feet on the ground and forcing us to stop in place. It was clear this date would not be moving forward until I said what was on my mind, “And I’d better get to see your pretty eyes when you do.”

Butterflies filled my chest before exploding out of my body. I didn’t have a mirror but I instantly envisioned myself with visible smoke rising from my circuit-fried brain. “It’s just…you seem so…comfortable. It has me wondering how often you’ve done this stuff,” I said, forcing myself to look deep into Becca’s eyes despite how warm and heavy it made my cheeks.

“Eeeeee!” squealed Becca, catching me completely off-guard as she rushed toward me and pulled me into a hug. To say I was confused would be an understatement, something Becca must’ve sensed through my body language from how quickly she broke from her embrace, “Sorry. Sorry. It’s just…the way you blush. I just can’t get enough of it.”

Steam had to be shooting out of my ears at a constant stream by this point. How did Becca do it? How did she know exactly what to say to ruin my composure every time? How did she make me want to die of embarrassment while simultaneously making me feel more alive than I’d ever been? Everything about her was a conundrum.

Luckily for me, Becca must’ve taken pity on me as she quickly pivoted to a response. “To answer your question, yes. This is far from the first time I’ve worn publicly before, both on my own and with…partners,” she said, watching as my head sank a little, “Buuuuut, if it makes you feel better, you’re doing a lot better than anyone else has. Most people I’ve spent time with while padded either lie about how much they’re willing to submit or, even worse, try to take charge of the situation.”

“And you don’t want that?” I said, struggling to wrap my head around the relationship dynamic that Becca was after.

Thankfully, Becca was more than happy to fill me in on exactly what she expected from a partner, which in this case, just so happened to be me. “Not at all. If I wanted a dom, I could find some pig-nosed idiot to diaper me any day of the week,” she said, closing the gap between myself and her as she grabbed me by the cloth of my dress and pulled me into her chest, “No, I want a subby sissy who will jump when I say how high. And on that front, I don’t think you have anything to worry about, my precious, little Cherry.”

My eyes were wide and my breath was heavy as Becca whispered her expectations for me into my ear. I should’ve been running with my wet diaper tucked between my legs. Everything about Becca was firing off red warning signs in the manly ego of my brain. So…why did submitting to her sound and feel so fantastic? It was a thought that lingered in my head as Becca looped her arm through mine once again and set off toward a set of midway rides. “Now, that’s enough questions for now. Let’s get that padded butt of yours moving. Daylight’s burning and I’ve had my eyes on that Ferris Wheel since we got here,” she said, forcing me to waddle awkwardly alongside her as she led us into the heart of the fairgrounds.

As we walked, the hyperawareness I felt toward my attire drifted away a little. My walk became more casual as I learned to sway my hips with the diaper. My back straightened up as I no longer felt the need to duck my head down and hide. My expression relaxed, allowing a genuine smile to grace my lips. If I had been alone, none of this would’ve been possible. But with Becca at my side to keep me safe, I felt… invincible.

“Someone looks like they're starting to have some fun,” said Becca, who had been watching every microscopic change to my expression and mannerisms from the corner of her eye. I opened my mouth to say something back but found myself at a loss for words, too blushy to counter what Becca had said. In truth, she was right, something I clearly didn’t need to tell her with the way she was looking at me.

Mercifully, it wasn’t long before we arrived at the line for the Ferris Wheel, which gave Becca something else to hook her attention on. “Good thing we got here before the rush. Last year, this line was like an hour long once evening rolled around,” she said, attempting to engage in the kind of mild chit-chat one might expect on a first date.

The easy conversation allowed me to respond without much pressure, something that was likely Becca’s intention but she made it feel so effortless somehow. “No kidding. Though, I can’t say I’m one to balk at lines easily,” I said, recalling my recent trip to Disneyworld and the sometimes multi-hour waits that came with each ride, “Abby’s the weakling when it comes to theme parks so you’ve got nothing to worry about with m-”

*SNAP!*

“Huh?” I said, my attention snapping away mid-sentence at the flashing sound of a photo being taken on someone’s phone. This undoubtedly spiked my anxiety as noise yanked me from the private, comforting world that Becca was trying to keep me in. While I had no way of knowing that said camera was aimed at me, it didn’t stop my paranoia from skyrocketing. My head whipped back and forth, searching for the source of the snap but finding nothing.

Of course, it didn’t take long for Becca to notice my shift in attitude. With her arm still entangled with mine, she tugged me in close to her before shifting her arm up and around my shoulder. “Doing okay, rocketman?” she said, the oddness of her sentence breaking me from my monomania. I gave her a confused look, causing her to chuckle, “Sorry, you were spacing out so…rocketman. It’s a C-tier joke, I know.”

A few seconds passed before the logic of her joke connected in my brain, making me feel slightly dumb for not connecting the dots sooner. I snickered both at her joke and the tiny hint of rosiness spreading across her nose, enjoying the brief role reversal. “Yeah…yeah, I’m doing great,” I said, looking deep into Becca’s eyes and sharing a moment that felt more intimate than any instance of kinky fun, “You could even say I’m…feeling out of this world.”

“Pfffft! Oh, my Goddess! You are such a goober,” said Becca, bursting into full-on laughter. It may have been a touching scene but the joke was too good to pass up on.

“Next!” shouted the impatient fair employee who was in charge of the Ferris Wheel, looking particularly annoyed by the fact that Becca and I were holding up the line with our lovey-dovey dorkiness. Becca’s arm broke from its hold on my shoulder as we hurried into the bottom-most passenger car. We barely had our squishy butts planted in our seats before the Ferris Wheel lurched forward, sending us up in our own private gondola.

The fair may have been one of the most public places you could be but as soon as Becca and I were in the air, it somehow felt like we were the only ones there. Especially with how small the fair began to look the higher we ascended. “It’s such a pretty view,” I said, breaking the silence that had been building since loading onto the ride.

“Right? If there’s one ride I make sure to do every year, it’s this one. I’ve always been a Ferris Wheel girly,” said Becca, looking incredibly cute as she cheerfully swayed from side to side a little. I thought about pointing it out to her in hopes of recreating her rosy reaction from earlier. However, I bit my tongue as I contemplated the possibility that such a taunt might escalate Becca’s desire to see me equally as embarrassed, if not more so.

Meanwhile, as I considered the ramifications of teasing my domineering date, Becca took the restful moment as an opportunity to do a bit of touch-up work. Placing her purse in her lap, she pulled out her cell phone and a tube of lipstick and began expertly re-coating the edges of her mouth with a yummy-looking red. I stared longingly at her perfectly plush lips and wondered how amazing it would feel to kiss them again, which we had yet to do since our night of passion at Abby’s slumber party.

Unfortunately, when Becca caught me gawking at her as she applied the finishing touches to her upper lip, her mind went in a completely different direction than mine. “Aww, does someone want to play with Mommy’s lipstick?” she asked, pulling the slick, silky tube away from her mouth and inching toward me, “If you’d like, I’d be happy to doll you up a bit. I may not have Sarah’s skills but I’ve definitely been itching to take a crack at your pretty face.”

In the end, it didn’t matter if I made Becca blush or not. She was going to press every one of my buttons until I combusted. “I-I…uh…” I stuttered, unable to put my thoughts into words. I had felt a tad thankful that Becca hadn’t forced me to try my hand at make-up before the date. I probably would’ve looked more like a clown than a girl. That being said, now that the prospect of having Becca do my make-up was on the table, I felt incredibly torn. Why did being treated like her doll make me feel so…alive?

Fortunately, for the sake of my sanity, Becca decided such a decision was far too big for me to make. “It’s okay, Cherry-baby, Mommy knows exactly what you want. Just lean forward and let me take care of everything,” she said, her words sending my mind into a deep Little Space.

How could I say no to her now? Not that I even wanted to say no at all. There was no denying it now. I was a sissy, through and through. “Just don’t do anything too over the top, okay?” I said, not wanting to stand out from the crowd more than I already was.

“Hehe, trust me, you have nothing to fear. When I’m done, no one will see you as anything other than what you are, my baby girl,” said Becca, shivers coursing throughout my entire body as she did, “Now, let's get you puckered up, buttercup.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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