he crisp white of her dress was a stark contrast to the pink fabric I was now forced to wear. I lay there, a pathetic specimen on a cold, hard changing table, her looming figure a constant reminder of my complete and utter powerlessness. This wasn't just a change; it was a complete and total restructuring of my identity, as she worked on my new diaper. She had taken what I had and what I was, and turned it all against me.
See Josh,ā she said, her voice a sickening sweet caress that sent a shiver of dread down my spine. "you didn't even have to go through a feminization process, you're so feminine. Long hair, smooth skin, no body hair, did you really think you were a real boy? Real men don't pee in bed.ā
Her words, each one a deliberate jab, tore down the last remnants of my fragile ego. The reality of my situation came crashing down. I was a baby now. A Sissy. A nothing to be used. The cool, smooth texture of the new diaper was a promise of a new life, a life where my body, my control, was no longer my own. I could feel my tears coming, I tried to hold them back. She saw it. And smiled.
She tugged the tabs, securing the diaper against my skin, a cruel mimicry of motherly care. "So let's start your diaper treatment," she continued, her hand moving to grab a packet from the shelf behind me, "you'll use them 24 hours a day, thus becoming a true Sissy Baby Boy." She looked at me then, the light in her eyes something I did not understand.
And from now on, Josh," she added, her words a sharp command, "you won't be going to college anymore. And just so that we all can agree that this is where you belong, should I send this photo to your friends? And just so that you understand me, I sent the photos to the girls in your class, so that they can see, how little and weak you are," She was taunting me, trying to break me.
Her smile widened, and she reached for a bottle of baby powder, her hand a promise of more humiliation, more degradation, and more of this new world that I had been thrust into. The knowledge that my life was about to become nothing but an unending string of such moments, that I would never truly leave this room again, hit me like a bucket of cold water. And all I could do, was watch as she took everything.
