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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 antisapation 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! 