Momma's Boy - part 3
Two Boys going down the wrong path. Their mothers take them in a world of magic, brainwashing, threats and more. The Mothers want their sons to be daughters. One boy accepts, one boy does not accept. Who would you be?
The next morning was the same as the day before. Mum asked me if I wanted to wear a diaper to school. I said no. It was a diaper and besides that it was a girl’s diaper. Everyone would laugh at me. Mum said that it was up to me. If I think I was wiser than her, then I could try it, but warned not to blame her if something bad happened.
The morning went fine. The classes were a bit hard, but I was doing my best to keep up with what the teacher was saying. At times, I thought it was unfair that I had to learn the same things twice, but I have noticed as time went, I was forgetting about who I was and have forgotten the fact that I was 12. I was now 9 and that's all I knew.
At lunch I went to the Kindergarten class and without being coaxed put the pacifier in my mouth. I spit it out a few seconds later when I realized what I did, but that didn’t last long. I needed it in my mouth to sleep, so I slept with the pacifier.
When I woke up, the teacher pulled down my jeans. I was about to scream when she explained that I had a little accident when I slept, and not to worry about it, lots of children my age does. The problem was that she did not have lots of changing clothes. In fact the only ones that she had been some jeans from a girl is now 12 that used to have the same problem. Suddenly a bit of my memory came back, I realized that this was the same girl that Cody and I laughed at weeks earlier for peeing herself in the playground. I had no choice but to wear her clothes. It was some white panties with daisies as well as jeans. They had roses go down the back of the legs as well as around the pockets. I felt the tears once again when I realized that I was getting girls jeans on.
I sneaked back to the class, and of course everyone was staring at my trousers and asking if I a girl or boy. They couldn’t really see, because my hair was so long, I had girlish earrings and now I was wearing girl’s jeans. I said that I was a boy. The teasing became worse as I became more frantic and said that I was a boy. They insisted that I was a girl and called me names like sissy and princess and puff.
I challenged them that if they wanted to see if I was a girl or boy, they could have a fight. I was relieved when Declan came towards me. He was the weakest boy in the class. I gave him one of my knockout punches that always winded someone. That didn’t happen this time, he just laughed and said that I hit like a girl. Then he punched me and it felt like I flew through the air for several feet
The worse thing was that I could feel myself peeing again. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t stop. The new jeans I got were totally wet. One thing about jeans, you can see when they are wet. I couldn’t have! I did! I peed myself in front of everyone. While everyone was laughing and teasing, I was sent to the nurse’s office. She said that she already spoken with my Mum and she told me to wear one of the school diapers. I was about to get mad and shout and even cry when the nurse stuck a pacifier in my mouth and quickly removed my wet clothes and before I knew it, I had a diaper on me. While I was staring at the diaper and also wondering why it was a girl’s diaper, I got the same story that she only had some clothes from a girl that wet before. It was like this girl was haunting me. All my problems started when I teased her. Now I was in the same situation. The nurse said she only had leggings. What were leggings? I soon found out as they were just like tights. You could see every curve in my legs and of course you could see my diaper.
I won’t tell you what my classmates said when I came back. Use your imagination.
When I got on the bus, Cody saw me. He smiled when he saw my leggings and the diaper budge in them.
“I like the trousers you’re wearing. They look a bit like tights.”
“I am not teasing. I really like them. I wish Mum would buy me them”
I looked at him, thinking that he was very strange. Why would any boy want to go around with leggings on? He was so strange. He had men on his wall and he liked nightdresses and now leggings. I wonder what was wrong with him. It was at the tip of my tongue. But I forget what it’s called.
When I came home, Mum found out that I wet so many times at school. She became quite mad and said that I should listen to adults. She told me that this would happen, and told me that she didn’t want to hear any complaints that I would be wearing diapers from now on, except when I dance. Then I could wear briefs or boxers. For some reason; I didn’t complain or feel like arguing with her. She seemed so much bigger than me.
Three months have passed, and I forgot all about the 3 months I told my Mum that I would give ballet a chance. I was now used to my new life. I think it’s about time to tell you all that my life was at this point
At this time, I was now a 9-year-old boy. The more time that went by, the less that I remembered that I was once a 12 year old. At the end we totally forgot about it.
At home Mum still punished me like I was a baby, by making me wear diapers all the time. My room looked like a nursery, which meant that I slept in a crib and had some toys that no one would ever want to play with. I did. I had an imagination. I really loved this play telephone. I used to pretend that I was ringing to everyone on the planet. I used to talk with people like Santa Clause and the Easer Bunny. Mostly at home I would just wear a t-shirt and diaper. It was OK despite the fact that Cody teased. The worse was when Mum or Cody’s Mum were very mad at me and threw me in the back yard with nothing but a t-shirt and diaper on.
At school, I tried being normal. I didn’t have many friends. Many of my friends were girls as they thought that I looked and in many ways acted like one. I loved playing house in which I always was the baby sister. I didn’t mind that. At least I had some friends. During the break time, I would take my naps at the kindergarten class. It became more of a routine and something that I liked. Some of the younger ones thought that it was funny that I had to take a nap, as well as I slept with a pacifier and a girl’s diaper. I was teased, because my hair was so long and that I worse a diaper. Many said I was both a boy and girl. They also said I was a diaper boy and always asked if I was wet. But I became used to it.
Cody was also strange. He really liked pictures of men on his wall. When we went shopping for clothes, he would look at the girl’s section and say everything was pretty. He used the word pretty a lot. This annoyed his Mum and would by unisex clothes; you know the ones that could be worn by boys and girls. He was of course teased in school, because his hair was long, he wore the same earrings and there were rumours that he was looking at boys in the showers. He still teased me, but I think that’s because I was better than him at ballet.
I often thought about the way that Mum treated me. You know she basically treated me like a baby. Who would let their son wear a nightdress and earrings? Deep down I think that Isabella was making my mother hate me. Why else would she do that? At times I missed the way we were. I missed when we were normal, and I knew that my mother loved me. Now I think deep down she hated me. I knew that love was greater than any magic. I still loved my mother so much and I loved myself.
It was time to go to Ballet as usual. This time we were changing into our shorts when Isabella came in. She hardly ever came in. I mean was a woman supposed come in to boys changing rooms? Then she took some tights and gave them to us and told us to put them on under our shorts.
You should have seen Cody’s face. Ever since the day he seen me in the leggings, he has been obsessed by girl clothes. Now he had a chance to try them on, and it was clear what he thought of it.
“It is like heaven on my legs. It is like a smooth rose blushing against my skin. It is like when I take them on that they become part of my skin. It is different when you have socks on. You forget that they are on. When you have these tights on, you know that you are wearing them all the time. Why is it only that a girl can wear these? This is the best thing that happened to me in some time.”
I asked them did they think that only girls wore tights. Like robots they all answered that this was what Isabella wanted them to do. She was thinking how they could be better dancers, and I should have more trust in her.
I started putting the tights on very carefully, thinking that I didn’t want to destroy them. I wonder how they actually made them. Cody was right, they felt nice. But we probably looked like clowns.
Ballet went well that day. I now loved dancing. It made me feel like a bird flying and I forgot all about the way Mum hated me or the teasing at school. When I danced, I was free.
After ballet, we were taking off our shorts and what we thought was our dancing tights, when Isabella came in. She said that we would have noticed that our Mums were not there when we were dancing. In fact they have been out buying a present for us, and we were to wear these presents all day, unless it was very hot. All the boys were smiling, but not me. I knew that every time she came with a message, that it was not good.
When we got home, both Cody’s Mum and my Mum had a small bag with them. Cody snapped his from his mother and then sprang the bag open. Tights fell on the table. So many tights that I thought they bought the whole shop. Cody nearly tore his trousers open and started putting on his tights. His Mum had to calm him down so he didn’t tear them. After he had the tights on, he gave his mother so many hugs and said thank you a few thousand times. I wondered how he would thank her if he were given a bike or even a car.
I opened my bag. No surprise, there were enough tights to last a life time. With a small smile, I took some white tights with butterflies and slowly put them on. I gave my mum a small hug and whispered thanks. Mum said that I put them on too early, as we had to put my diaper back on.
From that day on, tights became part of my life.
A few days later, Cody bought home a friend. His name was John. He was Cody’s new best friend. They seemed to always hang around at school. By this time, Cody was like a big brother for me. It was hard to believe that he has only been living here for a half year.
John and Cody came barging in my room just as I was getting changed. I could hear him and Cody talking.
“Does he wear Diapers?”
“Yes, he pisses himself, and he has that cot because he falls out of the bed. I know that he is 9, but he gets treated like a baby.”
“Doesn’t he get mad?”
“No, he is a baby, so why should he.”
“Is that a nightdress on the crib, and why is he wearing tights?”
“Why does he wear girl’s things?”
“Have you not noticed that everyone calls him princess and sissy at school?”
“Yes, but I didn’t think it was this much, and how cute, he also uses a pacifier.”
“It keeps him from crying”
You can imagine how embarrassed I was at this, and how mad I was. When Cody was acting all tough towards John, he had the same earrings that I had and he had even had tights on. It was hard for me to keep quiet, but for some reason I did. This made me mad at myself as well. Why did I just not stand up for myself? Why did I let them tease me like that? I should have sprung up at Cody and punched him where it hurt. I don’t care if they were right, that I was a baby or whatever. Cody should have supported me, not to try to impress some boy.
I found out later why he wanted to impress John. He came into my room after John went and tried to apologize for what he said. I said that I would pay him back. Cody went on and on about how much he likes John and even went so far as to say that John was cute. I laughed at him and said that sounded so gay. I told him I knew how to get revenge
He just shrugged his shoulder, and said I didn’t dare, because Isabella would do something! What she would do. I didn’t know.
The next day, Mum got me ready for school as usual. I had my diaper on tights on. Then she put my normal boy’s clothes on, and said that my hair was now too long. She started playing with it and doing her best to make it look a bit tidier. Then she took this hair band that had little plastic flowers in them. She used it to put my hair in a ponytail. I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I looked just like a girl.
Cody came rushing down to breakfast and I could see that his Mum had the same with his hair. I was also surprised at him. He looked like a girl as well.
This can’t be good.
And it wasn’t. At school everyone teased about my hair and said now I looked like a little princess. Who would blame them? Even I was shocked when I looked in the mirror.
The next ballet class was also strange. It was like Isabella was seeing how far she could push us. This time she stood in the changing room when we came. I figured that she either liked looking at us or wanted to see who was wearing tights. It was good that I was wearing tights, as she would have hit me with lightning.
She told us to strip of all our clothes. We did without even asking her why. At ballet she was the Queen, and we were her slaves. You could say that she was our Queen all the time even at home, because she had our mothers in her control.
She all told us to look at each other’s body. She said pay special attention to each other’s privates. She asked us does this make us feel funny looking at each other. Cody was breathing heavy and admitted it did. He told Isabella that he felt like touching it and even doing more. I felt like I was going to vomit. I knew all the time that he was gay. If he came close to me and tried anything like that, I would cut his hand off. I don’t care if Isabella changed me to a frog.
Then Isabella explained that it is OK to fancy another boy. Some might say it’s being gay, and she admitted it was. She explained that gays tend to be full of compassion and are very kind people. Otherwise men treat girls like sex objects. She explained that some men and boys would consider us sissies, and we should be happy to be a sissy, because it shows that we are not afraid to show that we are really girls deep inside and would love to have men show affection towards us. She looked at me and could see my defiant face. She explained if ever in doubt if we are sissies, or want to be sissies, we should just look in the mirror.
Cody then admitted that he loved girl’s things and the way he looks now compared to how he did. He told us all that often he felt like he was a girl, and this made him feel bad. Now he felt good because he knew that he was a sissy. I stared at him wanted to laugh my head off as he admitted all this, despite the fact that it must have taken a lot of courage.
I decided that I was not a sissy.
Then Isabella told us that it was time to get ready for class. She explained that in order that we can dance better and be better sissies, it was time that we wore panties all the time. I looked at her in disbelief and said now she was going too far but as usual she was one step ahead of me and said that some of us would not need panties all the time, as we wore diapers, and they are already girl’s diapers. Everyone looked at me. How I hated her at this stage.
You could see that Cody rushed and put his panties and tights on. If he wanted to impress us that he was a sissy, he was doing a good job.
It took me some time to put mine on and I must admit that they felt nice. I would rather wear panties than wearing diapers.
When we got home we were talking to our Mums while we were drinking a glass of milk. Cody was bragging to his mother that he was a sissy and he was proud of it. His mother said that it was ok and that she loved him no matter what. She also said that she noticed that he was nicer to others and was doing better since he started becoming a sissy. When last has he been in the head masters office?
His mother said that she has removed all his briefs and boxers and now he only had panties. Nothing could surprise me when I saw how happy Cody was about that.
Mum asked me did I consider myself a sissy, and she warned me to think about my answers because there are always consequences. I looked her in the eye and said what I thought, “I am not a sissy, but I am being made one”
Then before anyone could be shocked, we heard thunder. Then the furniture shook a small bit and I dropped my glass. At first I thought it was just because I was afraid of the lightning, then mum gave me another glass and for some reason I could not hold it in my hand.
By the time we were eating dinner, Mum got mad at me spilling my drink all the time and refused to refill my glass. She went into a cupboard and took out this baby’s bottle. It was of course pink. Was this Isabella’s consequence that I could only drink from a girl’s baby bottle? Isabella was so mean
Now I was more of a baby. It was obvious that I could choose between being a sissy or a baby. While Cody was becoming more of a sissy every day, I was becoming more of a baby.
That night I surprised myself. I was in the crib looking at the lights going around and listening to the music. Once again I was in my own little world where I asked Mum if I could have my bottle. I couldn’t believe myself, I was asking for a bottle. But looking at the lights and listening to the music while drinking made me feel so good. I didn’t know this at the time, but the bottle would be a great comfort for many years ahead.
Some days went by, and nothing spectacular happened. We lived in a weird house, where one boy was a sissy and another one was a baby. I was still sure that Mum hated me and I was sure that Cody thought I was too small to play with.
I decided to try to be nice to Cody and walked into his room. I forgot to knock and by the way he never knocked when he came into my room.
I saw John on top of Cody saying, “I know that you want me to do this, you sissy. I know that you fancy other boys and you want to be their girlfriend. Is that why you have such long hair and earrings as well as panties? You are just a sissy and you want to me to do this to you.”
Cody was just staring dreamily into John’s eyes, and nodding at all this. One thing was that they were naked lying on top of each other, but then they started kissing. It looked so gay and so gross. I just shut the door and hid in my room again. How could Cody even kiss a boy? Boys are supposed to kiss girls.
I needed to do something about this. I decided to ring To Isabella and tell her to stop making Cody a sissy and gay. I did this and there was quietness on the telephone.
Isabella said with her funny accent that she was proud of Cody, that he was accepting his role and hoped that he pleased and made John happy. I shouted that it was gross. She simply asked do I remember what she said and that we are sissies and sissies are supposed to make other boys feel good. I said that this is wrong and she just warned me not to tell anyone else.
The next day went as usual. On the way home there was no place in the front of the back, so I walked towards the back. I am sure that Cody would let me sit with him. When I came towards the back of the bus, Cody totally ignored me. There was an empty seat next to him and I tried sitting there. By now everyone thought we were just brothers, and I think Cody thought this as well, because he just shouted that he was waiting for John to come, and he would rather have his friend sit there rather than a diaper boy.
This was the last time he would insult me. Now I was tired of it and him, so I shouted at the top of my mouth that I know that he wanted John to sit with him, because they like being naked together and kissing each other. The effect was good everyone was calling Cody gay and laughing at him. I saw that he started to cry. Deep down, I felt sorry for him
Then I started coughing and coughing. The words of Isabella went through my mind. Do not tell others. I broke another rule. Now it was time for the witch’s consequence. At first it felt like a small worm in my stomach and the pain grew more and more. I held my stomach and crumbled to the floor. I was crying in pain and screaming. The last thing I seen was Cody leaning over me crying, begging me not to die.
Everything was black
I woke up. The pain was still there. I could hear ambulance sirens
Everything was black
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