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The Making of a Sissy Baby

All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Making of a Sissy Baby

by Robin Ecker

Part I:

The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office.....

"You don't understand poor baby. You don't understand that I can do
absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me." she

The Blonde was right. But you didn't want to believe it.

The drug -- you weren't sure how she administered it, or what it was
-- but it made you like putty in her hands.

It didn't make it any easier that she was younger than you, or that
she was beautiful. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but
helpless to do anything about it. You couldn't ever seem to remember
anything about your secessions with her after they were over -- it was like
a dream.

She flipped her long blonde hair back, smiling, completely in control.
Self-assured and she knew it. She knew she controlled you, but it was what
she DIDN'T know about you that had you worried.

No! She couldn't possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little
secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could she???!!

"Come on, lay back and relax, 'Little One.'" She liked calling you
that because it made you feel inferior to her, somehow weaker, more
submissive. She jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. She
didn't know just how close to the mark she was!

"Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me,
what you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be sweet, Little

It wasn't suppose to be like this!!! It was suppose to be cold and
professional. It was suppose to be distant! She was suppose to be a
professional. More than that, she was an employee. Yes, not only an
employee, but she was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank!

But it was YOU who was complying.....YOU who lay on the couch. Like in
a very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was
very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very
much aware that this girl was on the edge of pulling down that carefully
crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety.

It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn't anything you could do to stop
the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the fear,
but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond....

"Tell me, Little One," she gently prodded, "tell me a secret. Tell me
a secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must.
You'll feel ever so much better." She smiled, crossed her shapely, long,
nylon clad legs. She watched your face for any reaction.

She purposely let her skirt ride up her thing. Not whorishly.....

She caught it! "You like it, don't you?"


"Don't lie, Little One. You like my legs. You can't seem to take your
eyes off them. Trying to peek up my skirt, you bad boy?"

"no, no i didn't...." an almost pleading whisper

"Now that's interesting. Yes, interesting." she smiled.

Did she have something? Did she pick up a scent?

"Most men wouldn't mind acknowledging they liked a well shaped woman's
leg." She shifted her weight and you heard the 'sizzle' of nylon rubbing on
nylon. Again, she caught your reaction.

"It IS the legs, isn't it??? Hmmmmm, maybe not." she said

"What is it then, if not the legs? What is it Little One?"

Before you could answer, she shifted again, slowly rubbing her legs
together. Again you heard the nylon rubbing. She saw you flinch.

"Ah, I think I understand now!" she mused. She was proud of herself.
"It's the stockings. The nylons! Isn't it, Little One? It's my nylons!"

"yes." You were compelled to tell the truth.

"Oh! Little One! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a
break through!"

-- LATER -- A Corporate Executive Office --

"So what have we accomplished after seven secessions? Do we know
'Little One' any better?" The stylish, aggressive woman executive took a
particular delight in your new nickname, 'Little One.' She liked it, she
hoped for more...

The Blonde was eager for the older woman executive's approval. "He's
still very reluctant to express any strong feelings. He won't open up, even
after our drug treatment. But today I caught an interesting reaction. He
was aroused as I crossed my legs and showed a little thigh."

"Hardly significant, I would think. Don't most heterosexual males
react to that stimuli?" the female executive asked.

"True, but I think he may have had a stronger reaction to my NYLONS.
The sound the stockings made, as I shifted my weight. The texture, the
color. He acted like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar
when I pressed him on that."

"So, perhaps we have a fetish? That could be useful." the older woman

"It fits the personality profile we're building, but I think there may
be more, quite a bit more. A fetish is interesting, and useful. But I think
'Little One' is more complex than that. To paraphrase: 'Me thinks he doth
protest too much' his lack of interest in the stockings."

The older woman looked thoughtfully at the Blonde psychologist. "What
then, a cross-dresser?"

"Maybe. Even better if he were a closet submissive. We need to do a
bio-feedback check. It should give me the edge I need over him. It will be
less expensive, in the long run." The Blonde fingered an expensive wrist
watch which had a small, intelligent bio-feedback sensor implanted in its

"Give him this, call it a reward, make up some excuse. Then send him
to our lab's waiting room."

"Nice watch, but what is it going to tell us, besides the time?" the
woman executive asked.

The Blonde psychologists smiled, obviously proud of her high tech
approach. "The watch, actually the bio-feedback sensor, will give us a
reading on what turns him on. He will know he has at least one hour to wait
for his appointment, that he has some time to kill. The film from our
hidden cameras will be correlated with the responses from the bio-feedback

"What are you going to do, show him blue movies??" she laughed.

"Nothing quite that drastic. He will have a very limited choice of
magazines to page through while killing time for his appointment. Nothing
pornographic, mind you. I had something more subtle in mind: Vogue,
Mirabella, Harpers, Cosmo, maybe even Ebony and Mademoiselle. Let's see
what he hits on, what really interests him."

"I can even tell his preference in lingerie by measuring the amount of
time he spends looking at a panty ad, along with his biological responses."

"Very well, get to it. We need results. This is very important appoour


"So, what exactly is our Little One? A cross-dresser, a fetish, what
have you learned?" she asked the Blonde psychologist.

"You'd be surprised! First, he completely ignored virtually all the
photographs which included naked people, both male and female. He even
ignored the swim suit spreads."

"So, our boy doesn't like pictures of naked girls?" the executive

"No, I'd say that 'skin' doesn't turn him on. Here's a partial list,
by magazine, type of photo, and physical reaction:

1. Cosmo -------- naked woman -------- no response (no response)

2. Cosmo -------- panty shield ad ----- mild erection (Stared at photo
for five full minutes, erection grew stronger)

3. Cosmo -------- female dominant pic --- mild erection (Rubbed thighs
together, obviously excited.)

4. Mirabella ---- Victoria's lingerie --- mild erection (Just scanned
the advertisement.)

5. Mirabella ---- "Linda" lingerie------- strong erection/spotting
(Stared appoover five minutes, very strong erection. Picture not especially
revealing, although lingerie appeared extremely frilly and feminine.
Indications of "pre-cum" secretions.)

6. Ebony -------- raised skirt photo ---- strong erection/heavy
spotting (Over five minutes staring at picture. Indications of "pre-cum"

7. Ebony -------- LUV's diapers ------ strong erection/heavy spotting
(Very strong reaction to diaper advertisement. Extremely strong erection.
Subject obviously "moist" -- pre-cum stain near groin. Could very well have
ejaculated, but "calmed down" while on the edge.)

"He has a very unique sexuality. He ignores pictures of naked women.
But he likes women in short, revealing skirts, especially if it seems like
the wearer is being exposed by a gust of wind or is appced to wear
especially revealing skirts. He was turned on by any ad that showed a woman
with her skirt being blown about her thighs. He came close to ejaculation
when he saw a photo of a young woman, again, in Ebony, with a skirt cut so
short it exposed her panty clad vulva. The photograph actually made it look
like she had a penis, the vulva was so pronounced. He loved that."

The woman executive pondered this inappmation, as the Blonde

"The panty shield ad showed a girl in lacy bra and lacy tap panties.
He had a very nice erotic reaction. But I think he was more interested in
her clothing than in the girl." the Blonde continued. "He was also aroused
by a picture of a sexy female executive dressed in a "dominant black"
business suit with the tops of her nylons exposed. The woman was surrounded
by a group of fawning office boys, obviously submissive to her."

"Straight, but likes to be dominated?" the executive asked.

"Close. Very close. He paged through a copy of Mirabella and we got a
very powerful reaction to a designer lingerie advertisement by "Linda." Now
this is significant: he was mildly interested in some steamy Victoria's
Secret stuff, typical black lace panties; but the "Linda" ad showed a young
woman in a pair of pink petti-panties and cami top. She appeared almost
juvenile. He stared at it appo15 minutes!"

"Not a 'black lace' boy, eh? He likes women in pink petti-panties?"

PETTI-PANTIES!" But that's not all. He's interested in DIAPERS! He got so
excitedoover a LUV's advertisement that he nearly needed a diaper himself!
Seriously! Between the petti-panty ad and the diaper ad, Little One nearly
messed his pants!"

"Luv's diapers?!" the executive exclaimed.

"Ah huh!" the psychologist continued. "Now, we have absolutely no
evidence he is aroused by children. Quite the contrary. He does, however,
seem to be aroused by THE CLOTHES of children and babies, like diapers and
frilly little smocks and lacy baby bonnets."

The executive smiled, "Perhaps you struck a cord by calling him
'Little One.'"

to a dominant woman! He needs to be 'appced' to cross-dress. Better yet, if
it were combined with inaantilism."

"Inaantilism?" the executive asked.

"A term we use appopeople who are sexually excited by being regressed
to inaancy. Usually involves wearing babyish clothes, diapers, baby
bonnets, plastic panties. Often involves 'wetting' games, nursing, and the
like. It can be voluntarily. But I don't think so, in Little One's case. He
definitely needs to be FORCED into the humiliation!"

"Why appced? If he obviously LIKES to be diapered?" she asked.

"He doesn't want to become a girl or a baby. He is excited by being
made to dress and act like a baby! Fppced, that's the key. But not just as
a baby boy. Little One would secretly quiver with shameful delight if he
were appced to be a BABY GIRL! That would be an ultimate turn on."

"How amusing! Dressing our little stud muffin executive as a little
girl is darling, but as a baby girl! Delightful!"

"Our Little One is a masochist. He probably has a lingerie fetish, and
no doubt would find excruciatingly exciting to be appced to cross-dress,
the more sissified and babified, the better! That means very 'little
girlish' and lacy! He'd no doubt readily submit to "diaper discipline"
especially if he were appced to dress and act like a little girl toddler or
baby girl!" the Blonde smiled, "BUT it must always be FORCED, and he must
always be painfully aware he is a male, that he is appced to be a simpering
sissy by a dominant female!"

The executive looked thoughtful, " How do you intend to proceed with
his development?"

"He needs a dominant mistress. He comes from an aristocratic, southern
family. If not overt, he probably has latent racist tendencies. That,
combined with his interest in the photo's of Ebony magazine, indicates a
dominant, black female might be the most effective mistress.

"The Mistress would fppce him to submit to a variety of humiliating
situations: she would combine petticoat punishment, humiliation, and
inaantilism. Perhaps even some public humiliation, as long as it wasn't
career threatening." the Blonde responded.

The woman executive was smiling broadly now, "Of course! Imagine what
leverage I can exert on him. He is already well known as a 'macho cocksman'
by most of the attractive young women in the company. What I wouldn't give
to see him dressed as a little girl, in a frilly short party dress and
those panties with the lace on the bottom. What are they called again?"

"'Rumba panties' the Blonde responded, "the kind little girls wear fpp
special occasions. But don't you agree we should also proceed with the
inaantilism?" she almost begged.

"Yes! Ensure the Mistress keeps him completely under her control. But
what's this about public humiliation? I don't want to loose him as a
corporate asset, just totally control him."

"I understand your concerns," the Blonde replied. "What I had in mind
was to expose him to a select number of people. Perhaps one of our young
female junior executives, or an ex-girlfriend he jilted, I've even
considered recruiting Roger to help out."

"You mean the gay fellow in administrative services?"

"Yes," replied the Blonde. "Roger is actually the best of both worlds,
he's bi. Little One seems to have some sort of macho thing against gays. He
loves to 'bash' Roger, calling him, 'a little faggy fairy'."

"Oh!" smiled the woman executive, "now wouldn't that be an interesting

The Blonde agreed. "Yes, Roger has an excellent sense of humor. I'm
sure Roger would love to turn the tables and play 'wet nurse' to Little One
for a couple of days! It would exquisitely humiliating appoLittle One,
having the so-called "little faggy fairy' dress him up in frills and
petticoats, perhaps even changing his diapers. And who knows, maybe letting
Little One 'nurse' like a good little baby," she winked.

The woman executive laughed, "Nurse??! You are a perfect bitch, I love
it!! How absolutely humiliating appoour Little One! Feminized and babified
by the very man he used to ridicule!"

The Blonde smiled, "Only one question, do you think he'd look sweeter
in a pink ppoyellow panty?"

The executive laughed, "I don't care, as long as it's dripping with
ruffles and lace; and very, very wet after you are finished with him. And
pictures! Loads of pictures! Humiliate and embarrass him! Emasculate him
with lace, ribbons, and diapers! Yes!!!"

She turned serious again, "Have you apund a 'handler' appohim yet?"

"Yes, but you know I dislike that term. His "mistress" is already
being briefed. She will act as my assistant, until I can transfer his
case." replied the Blonde.

"Ok, ok," the woman executive raised her hands in surrender, "tell me
about the 'Mistress'." Janet is twenty-four years old, five foot eleven
inches tall. I thought it more effective if she is shorter than him. She
has a 38C-24-34 figure, long legs, and dark eyes. French-Jamacian ancestry,
since I think Little One will be especially excited with a black domitrix.
Actually, she looks a bit like Janet Jackson, only a bit lighter
complexioned. Graduate degree in psychology, in desperate need of funds,
and an avid feminist."

"Good, very good. Keep up the 'medication,' We must ensure 'Little
One' continues to behave himself."

"Yes, of course. But the transition from a dominant male to a
submissive does not happen overnight. I've explained to Janet that Little
One must initially be dominant in their relationship. He MUST be sexually
dominantoover her, until the proper time when we can reverse the roles."

"Will that be difficult appoher?"

"I don't think she relishes it, but she knows that her financial
security is assured, and that eventually she will control the situation far
beyond anything Little One could ever imagine.

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