Ever since dad left, my fraternal twin sister and I have never been closer to each other, or to our beloved sweet mommy. We have all been through some very tough soul-crushing times, and neither me nor my sister handle stress very well at all. Our extreme deep-rooted anxiety has been ameliorated through heavy-duty doctor-prescribed antidepressants. Concerned about the long term effects of such powerful pharmaceuticals, mommy asked our clinical psychologist whether there was a non-drug therapeutic alternative.
She suggested a groundbreaking role-play therapy that had shown substantial promise in clinical trials but had not yet received the seal of approval from the Psychiatric Association. Since my sister and I are still minors, mommy had to give her consent for us to be signed on as participants. Basically the therapy consists of radical infantile regression. Feeding from formula bottles and via spoons of pureed veggies in high chairs, body wastes deposited into full diapers for changing, being bathed and dressed, only allowed to crawl, having to play with baby toys – the whole nine yards.
At first my sister and I were understandably reluctant to cede complete control to that extent. It’s humiliating and pride-destroying to have to wear such babyish and sissyish outfits, to have 24/7 supervision, to have to give up video games and hanging out with friends and peers, basically to regress back to being completely dependent on someone else, even someone as awesome as our beautiful mommy.
After being prescribed a sedative to help calm us down and not worry so much about losing our independence, my sister and I began accepting the regression therapy much more readily, and our silly rebellious tantrums gradually became a thing of the past. So has our extreme anxiety, now that we know that mommy will always be there for us, no matter what.
During a home visit, our therapist recently took this picture of mommy cuddling and settling me and my sister down in our custom-built crib for the night. As you can see, we have no need for anxiety anymore, since all of our needs are being satisfied.
Take a good look at the picture. Since you don’t know us personally, let me ask you this: can you tell who’s the boy (me) and who’s the girl (my sister)? Look carefully, and be careful not to let hair length or bust size (I have gynecomastia)
Ever since dad left, my fraternal twin sister and I have never been closer to each other, or to our beloved sweet mommy. We have all been through some very tough soul-crushing times, and neither me nor my sister handle stress very well at all. Our extreme deep-rooted anxiety has been ameliorated through heavy-duty doctor-prescribed antidepressants. Concerned about the long term effects of such powerful pharmaceuticals, mommy asked our clinical psychologist whether there was a non-drug therapeutic alternative.
She suggested a groundbreaking role-play therapy that had shown substantial promise in clinical trials but had not yet received the seal of approval from the Psychiatric Association. Since my sister and I are still minors, mommy had to give her consent for us to be signed on as participants. Basically the therapy consists of radical infantile regression. Feeding from formula bottles and via spoons of pureed veggies in high chairs, body wastes deposited into full diapers for changing, being bathed and dressed, only allowed to crawl, having to play with baby toys – the whole nine yards.
At first my sister and I were understandably reluctant to cede complete control to that extent. It’s humiliating and pride-destroying to have to wear such babyish and sissyish outfits, to have 24/7 supervision, to have to give up video games and hanging out with friends and peers, basically to regress back to being completely dependent on someone else, even someone as awesome as our beautiful mommy.
After being prescribed a sedative to help calm us down and not worry so much about losing our independence, my sister and I began accepting the regression therapy much more readily, and our silly rebellious tantrums gradually became a thing of the past. So has our extreme anxiety, now that we know that mommy will always be there for us, no matter what.
During a home visit, our therapist recently took this picture of mommy cuddling and settling me and my sister down in our custom-built crib for the night. As you can see, we have no need for anxiety anymore, since all of our needs are being satisfied.
Take a good look at the picture. Since you don’t know us personally, let me ask you this: can you tell who’s the boy (me) and who’s the girl (my sister)? Look carefully, and be careful not to let hair length or bust size (I have gynecomastia)
Though it was immensely embarrassing and demeaning Heidi was just about used to having ‘Baby Sitters’ look after him from time to time since his Step Mom had him femmed up at Girl-A-Matic.
But his vindictive Step Mom was always looking to make his situation worse and spending The Christmas Holidays honeymooning with her new husband in The Caribbean gave her the perfect opportunity. She got over Heidi’s Father’s passing quick.
Heidi was doing his nails in a prissy peignoir earning his keep from cam followers when the bell rang.
He had been told to expect the sitter who would be looking after him for an extended stay.
Heidi dutifully rushed to answer the door, he knew his Step Mom would be briefed in detail about any misbehaviour.
Who was at the door stunned him……………..
Becky the bratty baby sister of his Last Girlfriend and now last ever girlfriend. He’d always teased and patronised her, she had always been in the way when he was trying to screw her sister.
“Hi Heidi, yeah I got really interested in forced fem when your Step Mom took you in hand and she was really helpful getting Girl-A-Matic to take me on as a trainee.
The cropped hair? yeah it’s kind of the young Girl-A-Matic girl worker’s trademark, real boys think it’s cute and gives me more time to do Sissies hair and make up. You fem boys are so high maintenance.
I think your sitters have been way too easy on you, 8.00pm bed times? Grown Up clothes? Grown up food?
I’m your mommy for Christmas and New Year and I want you to have the full baby experience. Diapers, Bibs, High Chairs, Jammies and Little girl Party Dresses. Simpler hair, no make up….. a real make under! I’ve seen you strutting the streets in Furs and Louboutins looking like a vain starlet.
Most people put on weight and drink too much in the Holiday’s your going on an all babyfood and soy formula diet. So you’ll be getting even more dainty. Oh come on you’re cute enough to be a Gerber baby I think it’s perfect, your bed time is 6pm now by the way, no exceptions. I’m going to have a little party on new years but we can ring it in together unofficially at 5pm. Before I put you down for the night.
Now if you’re very good baby girl for the whole stay, your Step Mommy has given me your chastity key, So I’ll give you a little handjob but it has to be while we watch gay porn so I can get into it too!
“Aww There you go diddums so much cuter and humbler with out all your fancy grown up couture and war paint. Pig Tails and a Pacifier for my darling baby girl. I have to text my sister a pic.
I bet you’ll be excited to get back in your Chanel and Dior and go escorting again when your Step Mom puts you back to work.”
“I know snookums you have been very good, don’t you have anymore fight left in you? you are so weak and pathetic I love it. But about the handjob I know your desperate and you do deserve it but I’ve thought it over and I’d feel like I’m betraying my sister. Yeah I know not a big deal to you, you were always cheating but it matters to me. No you can’t give yourself a handy you know you’re not allowed to fap boy style. But I’ve got this really buzzy vibe we could put that in your tushy it’s sure to make you release even in your very tight chastity. We’ll put some gay and shemale porn on and you can rub your titties. I know they are sensitive from all the girly moaning when I’m giving you a bubble bath, must be all the hormones and soy.
Enjoy being a sissy tart again baby, I’ll be knocking right back to baby status for the Easter Break, Toodles xxxo!”
Though it was immensely embarrassing and demeaning Heidi was just about used to having ‘Baby Sitters’ look after him from time to time since his Step Mom had him femmed up at Girl-A-Matic.
But his vindictive Step Mom was always looking to make his situation worse and spending The Christmas Holidays honeymooning with her new husband in The Caribbean gave her the perfect opportunity. She got over Heidi’s Father’s passing quick.
Heidi was doing his nails in a prissy peignoir earning his keep from cam followers when the bell rang.
He had been told to expect the sitter who would be looking after him for an extended stay.
Heidi dutifully rushed to answer the door, he knew his Step Mom would be briefed in detail about any misbehaviour.
Who was at the door stunned him……………..
Becky the bratty baby sister of his Last Girlfriend and now last ever girlfriend. He’d always teased and patronised her, she had always been in the way when he was trying to screw her sister.
“Hi Heidi, yeah I got really interested in forced fem when your Step Mom took you in hand and she was really helpful getting Girl-A-Matic to take me on as a trainee.
The cropped hair? yeah it’s kind of the young Girl-A-Matic girl worker’s trademark, real boys think it’s cute and gives me more time to do Sissies hair and make up. You fem boys are so high maintenance.
I think your sitters have been way too easy on you, 8.00pm bed times? Grown Up clothes? Grown up food?
I’m your mommy for Christmas and New Year and I want you to have the full baby experience. Diapers, Bibs, High Chairs, Jammies and Little girl Party Dresses. Simpler hair, no make up….. a real make under! I’ve seen you strutting the streets in Furs and Louboutins looking like a vain starlet.
Most people put on weight and drink too much in the Holiday’s your going on an all babyfood and soy formula diet. So you’ll be getting even more dainty. Oh come on you’re cute enough to be a Gerber baby I think it’s perfect, your bed time is 6pm now by the way, no exceptions. I’m going to have a little party on new years but we can ring it in together unofficially at 5pm. Before I put you down for the night.
Now if you’re very good baby girl for the whole stay, your Step Mommy has given me your chastity key, So I’ll give you a little handjob but it has to be while we watch gay porn so I can get into it too!
“Aww There you go diddums so much cuter and humbler with out all your fancy grown up couture and war paint. Pig Tails and a Pacifier for my darling baby girl. I have to text my sister a pic.
I bet you’ll be excited to get back in your Chanel and Dior and go escorting again when your Step Mom puts you back to work.”
“I know snookums you have been very good, don’t you have anymore fight left in you? you are so weak and pathetic I love it. But about the handjob I know your desperate and you do deserve it but I’ve thought it over and I’d feel like I’m betraying my sister. Yeah I know not a big deal to you, you were always cheating but it matters to me. No you can’t give yourself a handy you know you’re not allowed to fap boy style. But I’ve got this really buzzy vibe we could put that in your tushy it’s sure to make you release even in your very tight chastity. We’ll put some gay and shemale porn on and you can rub your titties. I know they are sensitive from all the girly moaning when I’m giving you a bubble bath, must be all the hormones and soy.
Enjoy being a sissy tart again baby, I’ll be knocking right back to baby status for the Easter Break, Toodles xxxo!”
Diapered Sassy 