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sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 7 Jun 2007 01:43:49 Reply  hopefully you can open the file i have attached. the copy/paste method doesn't seem to work in here. perhaps the chapter is too long, at ten pages. the attachment is a true accounting my last six weeks and the changes that my wife donna and her friend kylie have imposed. i am asking if the readers think donna and kylie are being fair with me or should they not be so upset with what i have done. your opinion will matter. of course i hope you side with me, but most importantly, your honest opinion is what counts. the nature of this accounting becomes more graphic as it unwinds and i hope i will not offend anyone. attached {hopefully} is part 1 of 5. thank you, kelly ann baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
goodhusband Member 2017	# Posted: 7 Jun 2007 03:09:54 · Edited by: goodhusband Reply  sissybabyfelicia I don't think anything attached. I would suggest that you break it into pages and post it that way the wordpad program in the accessories section of windows is what I use. It cuts and pastes very effectively to this site. Cut and paste from your word program to word pad, proof read it then cut and paste to the site. It will be very effective. I also suggest that you post one or two pages a day until they are gone. Sometimes a 10 page story might be a bit overwhelming to many people. Whereas on or two pages a day is somthing people can look forward to. I look forward to reading your story. GH
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 7 Jun 2007 18:20:54 Reply  goodhusband thanks for your help. going to see if i can follow your instructions. i just wonder if readers will become disinterested early on because the story starts out rather slowly. there are fifty pages altoghter. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 7 Jun 2007 19:06:43 Reply  sissybabyfelicia tried your method, saw it pasted, yet it doesn't post??? baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
goodhusband Member 2017	# Posted: 8 Jun 2007 03:11:52 · Edited by: goodhusband Reply  Okay, Try this. Take a small portion of your story, maybe the first paragraph. Cut and paste it to the notepad (it is part of the accessories section of your windows program) Your story now becomes a text file. Clean it up. There maybe spacing and symbol problems. Correct all of them. Also remember that this web site will not accept normal indentation as a means of designating paragraphs. Designate paragraphs by skipping a line space like you would when writing a block business letter. I actually write my stories on the notepad. I do it because it only takes up half of the screen so I can keep a picture or movie going on the other half of the screen. Its nice when you want to be able to describe a scene or person in detail. You need to do it because it will change the basic format of your story. Now cut and past this polished copy to the wordpad. You do this because the notepad text will only take up a half wide page on the web site. Clean it up again for spacing. Now cut and paste that to the web page. That should work. Those of you who are more skilled with software may be able to explain why this work. I can't, but I have enough experience writing here to know that it does. As far as people getting bored with your story, I don't thik it will happen. You might at times lose some people, but there are lots of people here who enjoy charachter and plot developement. Give it a chance. I hope this works. I am looking forward to seeing your story. If it doesn't work, try to describe what is happening. I am sure there are people here who can explain what is happening. GH
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 8 Jun 2007 20:44:42 Reply  anyone wishing to read this story, please e-mail me at; krj32@hotmail.com thanks for your interest. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 00:52:20 Reply  Donna’s solution with a little help from her friend Kylie First of all, I am totally in awe that this type of forum even exists and further in awe that my wife, Donna brought it to my attention. It was she and her long time friend Kylie that registered me without my knowledge and picked the name “Sissy Baby Felicia” for me to identify myself with here. That is not however, the name I am called by everyone that knows about what I have done, as you will learn. Kylie was the maid of honor at our wedding but she has never cared for me very much. They have had me registered here for about two weeks. Donna is away to San Diego for the weekend with her friend Kylie {I hope it’s just the two of them} and left a note of instructions on our monitor, signed by both of them, to write to this forum to see if there is any sympathy for my position. The instructions that Donna and Kylie left me said that I was to give a complete and accurate accounting of my current situation and to leave out no detail, no matter how trivial or embarrassing it may seem to me. What follows is not a story, but rather an accurate statement of real facts, and only some of the names have been changed. Mine is Ken for the record. The last names have of course, been omitted at Donna and Kylies instruction. I am so embarrassed that apparently my wife has told Kylie about our sex lives and that Kylie is advising her how to deal with what I have been doing. I do not even like the nasty word “cuckold” and don’t want to become one. But it is not my choice anymore, as far as I can tell. And maybe that is what some of you think I deserve and that I am already a cuckold. I hope to find support among those of you who read this and that maybe my wife will change her mind about what she has begun. She will read this when she gets back home and may be influenced by your comments. For the time being though, I am in no position to not obey her wishes because of what I have been doing to myself, yet I also do not want to stop my habit. I hope Donna will change her mind about what she has started making me do and maybe not make me do these act’s again. I don’t want to become gay or some guy’s cuckold. I hope she will let me continue what I have been doing now that it is out in the open and she knows about it. I don’t see how what I was doing hurts anything. At least I wouldn’t be hiding it anymore. Please add your thoughts about what you think, are my wife and Kylie justified in how they are handling me. But please be honest. If you side with my wife, then things will go her way, and I will have no choice but to do as she tells me to. Please note: there is extensive use of vulgar terms such as “cock”, “blowjob”, etc; Donna insisted on their use because she knows I view them as offensive and in the case of the word “cock”, it is used to separate what normal guys have as opposed to my “penis”. I hope these words will not offend anyone. There is also a lot of detail to this because I really do want the whole picture developed as it were. If I only provided the sex part then perhaps this would not be taken seriously. So, on with a little background…my wife Donna is 25 years old and I am 29. We are both heterosexual as far as I know and have never done anything even remotely “kinky”, until the week before she went to San Diego. That’s when I was introduced to the man that services our car. I thought I would die when they were talking out of earshot as both of them had a little laugh as they glanced in my direction. I sensed something was up. In spite of their laughing at me though, Donna is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I have never found any reason to not do as I have been told. In my first marriage I was not very thoughtful or considerate, so this time I am determined to learn from Donna and do everything to make our marriage work. She knows my first wife and has made it clear that she won’t be allowing any assertiveness from me and that she won’t put up with any disobedience from me either. I think my ex-wife told Donna that I tried to control everything, and Donna is just not the kind of person that will allow a man to have any control over her at all. She knows I am completely devoted to her and I never even think about questioning her judgment or decisions on anything. Frankly, I am better off that she is the one to see that I do as she directs because she always make the best decisions for me and therefore she ends up being much happier in the long run. We reside near Fresno, California, have our own home paid for, and are partners in our own business. We are well known in our community and because of our business we are members of a chamber of commerce in order to promote this business. We each have separate and distinct responsibilities to perform and it would be almost impossible for the business to continue if either of us left for any reason, or so I thought until just recently. There is no doubt however, that Donna is in complete control of the business and I am now only an employee as she is the only listed officer of the corporation and signs all the checks. I am not actually paid, but rather receive an allowance when Donna thinks I need some pocket money. That’s just the way she set things up when she decided that we needed to incorporate in order to protect our other assets. Since then I have no control over those kinds of issues, she is totally our decision maker, I cannot even buy a ream of paper without her permission. We have been married for five years and this the second time for both of us, with no children from this current marriage. I thought everything was well with our relationship except that I had a little secret that I thought Donna knew nothing about. Unlike many of the people who post on these forums, my wife seemed happy with my rather average 5 and ½ inch, when erect, penis and with how I used it to please her. I’m pretty small when not erect but I thought that didn’t matter so long as I got to my erect size when it counts. We each enjoyed oral sex as well, although about four months ago she began to insist that I perform oral activity on her after we had intercourse. Just the thought of doing that to her after I made cum in her made me very upset and I really didn’t want to do it. Donna was not going to my take protestations into consideration at all however. She insisted she was going to make me swallow my cum one way or the other, to taste what she goes thru. As it turned out, this is when Donna was becoming very upset about my so-called secret. I told her I thought that it wasn’t fair to make me do oral on her then because there was always some of my cum present while cleaning her up, and that I will end up swallowing my cum. She always went to the bathroom sink to spit after I made cum in her mouth. She said there was nothing further to talk about and to do as I was told and that I am not permitted to question what she tells me do in any matter, especially when it comes to sex. She added that she had to get used to the taste of cum and now so will I, adding that it will be good training for me. When I asked her why I should have to be trained to taste and swallow cum all of a sudden, all she would say is that I didn’t need to know, that she alone determines what I will do and what is best for me and finally that the subject was closed. This was the first time I thought something was just not right between us, but I love her so much and didn’t want to anger her. So I have been doing what I am told. I don’t like the taste at all and am very embarrassed and humiliated at having to obey her order. I have been having less and less intercourse with Donna lately, she makes the decision when we will do it, so I have only been swallowing my cum once a week. I really don’t like my own cum in my mouth and am having a hard time adjusting to it. It is just not something a guy should do. Some of the cum dries on my lips and Donna won’t let me wash it off until she thinks I have tasted and breathed it’s aroma long enough to know what a woman goes thru. That’s part of your training to she concluded. She was so matter-of-fact about her new requirement that I simply resigned myself to do as I was told, knowing that if I resisted she was quite capable physically enforcing her decision. Once when I was giving Donna oral sex, I had been at it for quite a while and was getting tired so I tried to get up, but she wasn’t ready for me to leave her hanging so she quite literally used her legs and thighs to keep me in position and I couldn’t move at all. She had me pinned in such a way that I was utterly immobilized and subject to her. I couldn’t understand why I needed to be trained to do something that a woman does for her guy. My secret {I thought} is that from my early teenage years I have masturbated myself at least once each day and often more than that and I never found myself needing to swallow my own cum, so I was more than a little concerned at my having to do it now on Donna’s order. I’ve always been good at hiding the “evidence” or so I thought, but Donna is not naïve either. Finally she was frustrated enough to ask me why I did it so often and I had no good reason of course. She told me it was a sissy, baby like thing to do and she demanded that I stop immediately, or she would slap my “silly little weewee” as she called it. Without my knowledge she had a discussion with her Doctor and Kylie about it! Before I get into that though, I want to make it clear about some other changes that have occurred over the last four months. I should have seen that things were changing but I guess I was so wrapped up in my masturbation antics and all the time I fantasized about young girls that I just didn’t see these changes at all, until now and maybe it to late to stop them. I hope some of you will be the judge as you read this and let me know if it is to late. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 01:06:18 Reply  i hope you will remember to vote for donna and kylie or me...thanks, and thanks to GH for his patient help. all comments are appreciated and will have an influence on my wife and kylie. thank you again, kelly ann. As I mentioned, Donna is in complete control of our business, but more and more this control has crept into our home life as well. For example, when we were at the auto repair shop where she made me meet her mechanic friend, I was in the passenger seat. I felt really embarrassed about that because I’ve always loved driving our Shelby Mustang. But now I am not allowed drive, Donna does it all. She told me she wanted to save on insurance and she didn’t like my “lead foot”. She makes lots of money from our business; we’re not poor by any means. When my license was about to expire I asked her well in advance to take me to the Department of Motor Vehicles {DMV}, but she was always to busy, so my license expired. Weeks later she literally marched me by the hand, making me follow behind her, into DMV and after we waited a long time we got to the counter and I handed the clerk my expired license for renewal. The clerk informed us that I would have to take the test over again when my wife chimed in that she was not going to allow me to have a drivers license anymore and that a California ID card would do, so the clerk took my old license and cut it into shreds so that no one could use it fraudulently. I think she took some kind of pleasure knowing that my wife wielded so much authority over me because she seemed to have what I saw as a rather inappropriate smile, and was almost gleeful at destroying my license. I thought I would die because Donna was talking for me and it must have been clear to the clerk that Donna was in charge of this. Now I can’t drive at all and have to ask Donna if she will take me places. She never gives me an answer quickly, instead telling me she will have to think about it, or even tell me no, that she doesn’t think I need to go to some particular place or even simply, “no, your not going to have that”. It is so humiliating to be treated like a child that is not allowed to go to a store on my own. It’s always up to her. She has made it so that I only go to places that she approves of and nowhere else. As things have unfolded, I am required to sit in the back seat if Kylie is going somewhere with Donna and myself…she’s six years younger than me so I find this very degrading, and further, Kylie has been given my car keys since I can’t drive, in case she needs to borrow the car or I need to be taken to a doctors appointment for example. I really thought this was going to far and tried to reason with Donna, but she told me it was of no concern of mine where I am told to sit or who drives her car, and that if I said another word about it she would have Kylie take me to the children’s department at Sears, where she knows some of the girls that work there, to shop for a child’s car safety seat and that she would make sure I was fitted personally so the sales girls would know it was for me. I am just 5’4” tall and 110#s and would have no problem fitting to one of those seats. Donna said if she had to go that far to make me behave in the car and sit where I am told, and then I would be forced to use it all the time, even when it was just the two of us going somewhere. Since then, I sit where Donna or Kylie tells me to. So far I have escaped that particular idea of Donna’s, but she stops to look at these seats every time we are at a store that carries them. It may just be a matter of time before they have me in one of them. My credit card, I now only have one, is actually my wife’s account. I have to ask her permission to use it also. Fortunately it has my name on it, but the statement and account bare her name only. Since Donna told me that I can’t go anywhere unless she takes me, there is just no reason to have that much authority. On the rare occasion that I am allowed out somewhere without Donna, like if Kylie takes me to a store, I still must call Donna with the price of what I am to buy and get her permission to use the charge card first. My name is now totally absent from anything that comes in the mail. All the bills, bank statements and correspondence to our company have Donna’s name on them, with two exceptions...for the last two months we have been receiving copy’s of Seventeen and Cosmo magazines with my name on the label. And my car magazines have been stopped. Donna told me that I didn’t need to think about such silly things as cars, and I will make do with Seventeen and Cosmo, they’re for girls for God’s sake. I’m no longer allowed to go to my once monthly trip to the barbershop. Donna said it saves her money if she brings me along to her weekly trip to the salon that she uses. A word here about one of the few changes in my clothing that have taken place recently. I am considered quite slender, which has worked against me in this case. When Donna takes me to her salon she puts me into one of two pairs of shorts that she just got me. I had to go to the “juniors” department at Macy’s where she got me these shorts in size 9 and they are clearly for a teenage girl. One pair made by Bongo and the other by L.I.E. They come with a very feminine belt and are so very short. Either pair barely cover my bottom and show my panty’s if I bend over, and my panty’s are also in view above my belt in the back if my top rides up when I reach for something. In the front they only cover the top five inches of my thighs. Yes, I lost all use of my regular underwear when Donna demanded that I not “play with myself” anymore. My panty’s are not at all like Donna’s though, as mine are clearly very juvenile and came from the girls department at Macy’s. I try real hard to not let anyone see my panty’s but I think the girls working in the salon know that I am wearing them and surely they must know that my shorts are for girls, if only for the pretty belt or how short they are. My white “Mary Jane” like sandals and tiny little socks don’t help my image much either. Anyway, my wife says the outfit is here to stay and that it helps to make me behave while we are out and about. Donna is so right about that because I act so meek in hopes of attracting as little attention as possible and that of course pleases Donna greatly. Donna is happy also because she isn’t charged for my weekly trim and she lets the girls style my hair the way they want and I have to keep it that way for the whole weekend if we are staying at home. More than once I left the salon with a big ribbon covering my very small bald spot! There is a note of irony here and a little suspicion on my part as well. In the past when I was out at the mall or anywhere lots of young girls congregate, I can’t help to notice how hot they look, especially in the really short shorts they often wear. It’s not uncommon to see a girl’s panty’s and even G-strings, especially if they are bending over to look at something on a lower rack or shelf. I don’t go looking for such sights but if I see a girl, I look. I feel that so long as I don’t touch, I can’t get in trouble. I think it’s just the site of their panty’s that I like best. And of course that is often the reason that I masturbate later when I get home or some other place. The irony is that on Saturdays now, my wife takes me to her salon dressed somewhat like those teenage girls at the mall. My suspicion is maybe she has figured this out for herself, now she has my confession right here. But at least I’ve never touched or even thought of touching those girls, only myself. And the further irony is that now I can’t drive to the mall, I can only go if Donna takes me. Another annoying issue, I never get to choose our entertainment or where we go out to eat and now I have to go shopping with Donna, whether its for grocery’s or clothes. I hate going to malls and especially into women’s stores, where she routinely makes me hold her packages and even her purse. It is especially humiliating when we dine out, for a number of reasons. First, if we are to be seated in a booth, Donna always makes me sit on the inside. If I have to use the restroom, I have to ask her permission and she warns me to not do anything naughty, no matter who may hear her. Secondly, when the wait person brings us menus, Donna without fail, hands one back telling the waitress or waiter that she will be ordering for me! More often than not she will order off the children’s menu for me without even asking me what I would like. She’ll even go so far as to tell a waitress that I haven’t learned how to make good nutritional choices and that she is in charge of that. If there is a silly child’s drink on the menu Donna orders that for me too, even Shirley Temples. I guess it could be worse; she could make me sit in a highchair or booster seat, both of which I could easily fit in, or I guess she could order baby food and feed me as everyone laughed at the sight. That would be too embarrassing even for her though, so I don’t think she will go that far. much more to follow. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
goodhusband Member 2017	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 12:01:57 · Edited by: goodhusband Reply  My friend, I think you are getting exactly what you want. Relax and enjoy it. Donna and Kylie appear to be the perfect women for you. Glad you finally got the story posted. I enjoyed the frist segments and am looking forward to reading more. GH
faraday5 Member 39	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 15:28:35 Reply  I am shocked, shoked I say, that you still masturbate yourself at the age of 29!!! What is wrong with you? You must be some kind of baby or something. Anyone that immature deserves whatever punishment his wife, and her friends, can think of to help control your secret little problem. Maybe your wife should speak with your mother and sisters about it. I'm sure they will be able to tell her when this nasty habit of yours first developed, as well as sharing their ideas of how to correct it.
studmaster58 Member 340 Pictures: 6	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 19:18:13 · Edited by: studmaster58 Reply  I think this is a very hot and arousing predicament, even though you may have been acting out a dominant and humiliator modus operandi, in earlier life. You are now in a submissive and humiliated role and should be excited to be on the flip side of the same coin. Especially since you are forcibly becoming the object of your masturbatory desires. My vote most obviously is for Donna and Kylie, at this point.......
brisbanecuck Member 30	# Posted: 9 Jun 2007 23:12:22 Reply  i have to agree with goodhusband - sounds like you're getting exactly what you want. i can imagine what they have in store for you - and it'll be fun - just wait and see. you have a whole new life ahead of you......
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 10 Jun 2007 01:25:58 Reply  you know folks, none of this fun at all...it horrible. Something else that happened two weeks before her and Kylie’s trip to San Diego was the new order of business card’s that arrived for us. For years we had a really nice card with Donna’s picture on the left and mine on the right. Hers had President and Chief Executive Officer under her picture, while mine read Accounts Manager. Now my picture has been reduced by 75% and my title changed to Secretarial Assistant. Implying that I am only some secretary’s helper. I cringe every time I hand one of these out, especially at trade shows. I am often asked, especially by women, if Donna is my boss and will I become a secretary some day. Donna just smiles at hearing this. Just for her fun, Donna also responds that her secretary is training me, but I have a long way to go to reach that lofty goal!!! In the mean time I blush even more as these women consider why a grown man would be being trained by his wife’s secretary to be a good helper. I’ve really been set back quite a few notches by Donna over the last few weeks and don’t know what to do about it. I am not allowed to even complain about anything because she has made it very clear that just like in our business, she is in control at home as well. Put that together with her dissatisfaction over my masturbation habit, and I find myself in quite a lot of trouble, and her friend Kylie is in on my predicament as well. As I said earlier, she talked to her Doctor about my habit and they set an appointment for me to have an exam, again two weeks before her San Diego trip. Wow, was I in for a shocking surprise. First, Donna put an instant stop to my masturbation habit. She knew I didn’t do it at work because we are together all day long and she began limiting how much time I could be in the men’s room. She realized that the unsupervised time at home is where the problem lay. Apparently she and Kylie were discussing my “baby like” habit when Kylie said she might have the solution. Three years back her toddler baby girl was finally potty trained and that she could give my wife all of the used cloth baby diapers for me to wear, feeling that if I was diapered very tightly I couldn’t touch myself and if I made myself cum some other way, the evidence would be in the baby diapers for proof. They waited a few days until they found a pharmacy that carried adult plastic panty’s for the incontinent and they bought me a pair so they could be sure what size I would be needing in the future! This they figured was going to be a permanent part of my attire from now on, so once they were sure of the size, Kylie went on line and got me three pairs of adult baby girls rubber lined panty’s which I now wear every day once we get home from work. I am so angry that Kylie had a part in this and that she knows I was masturbating and am now baby diapered by Donna every day. But my wife said I had no right being angry with Kylie, and that she was my wife’s best friend and she is just trying to help with my silly habit. She told me I should feel lucky that Kylie hasn’t changed my baby diapers…yet any anyway, she said with a smile. I wasn’t smiling back at her. As bad as being baby diapered is, Kylies hunch proved to be right on the mark. I haven’t masturbated since Donna began diapering me. She puts them on so tight that I can’t get my hand inside them at all. But worse than that, I am so humiliated at having to wear them that I cannot feel any sexual arousal at all. Adding to that are the baby panty’s that I am forced to wear. It’s horrible; it’s so embarrassing when Kylie comes over for a visit and sees me doing the laundry or ironing while wearing only my baby diapers, especially in that she knows why I am wearing them. Kylie did do one nice thing for me though, she brought over some little tee shirts that her older daughter used to wear and grew out of. They are a little small on me and I don’t like that they are in girls colors, but at least they cover up my breasts and come to rest just above my belly button. They’re better than having no top at all. And of course Donna is glad that I can’t “play with myself” anymore. I wanted to cry because I can’t masturbate, but I don’t want Donna or Kylie to see me do that, because then I would really look like a sissy. There are however, two times coming up that I couldn’t help myself and I really did cry. Donna told me that she had all my records sent to her Doctor and that from now on we would be seeing her doctor together. By now I hadn’t had sex with Donna for about three weeks and hadn’t masturbated at all. I thought this was going to make things better for Donna and me but I was dying to masturbate as soon as I had the chance, I really think I should be able to and I don’t see what is so wrong with that. So, anyway we get to the Doctors office and I realize that this is her gynecologist, and a woman at that. She is also a former friend of Donna’s from their college days. I really have no problem with female doctors, in fact my general practitioner is a lady and I picked her because women doctors seem more compassionate to me. I didn’t realize we were going to the Doctor because Donna had me baby diapered, and we had not, up until this time, gone out anywhere while I was so dressed. I should have figured something was different though because Donna bought me a pair of bright yellow pleated dress pants. I protested the color but was told to be quite and put them on. I was mortified when Donna zipped them up…the zipper being behind me on my bottom. They did a good job of hiding my baby diapers, but even the blind could surely tell they were girl’s slacks. But off we went anyway. I was so self conscious in the Doctors office, being only one of two men present, the other obviously there to comfort his pregnant wife. There weren’t just women of Donna’s age, there were also a few teenagers and young girls in their twenty’s as well. It was the youngest girls that I sensed were making fun of me, and my not so manly slacks. Making it worse was Donna handing me one of those teen girl magazines to read while we waited our turn to be seen by the Doctor. Everybody’s eyes were on me by then I thought. What I didn’t know was the name my wife used for my appointment. She signed me in upon arrival while I was finding us seats. After about thirty minuets the receptionist called out for “Kelly Ann” which meant nothing to me, but Donna immediately stood up, handed me her purse for my one hand, grabbed my other hand and led me to the receptionist and declared that I was “Kelly Ann” for all to hear, as the young girl barely stifled her laughter while buzzing us in to see the doctor. I could hear other laughter as well, as my pants and name made me seem like such a sissy and the receptionist had to remind us that my diaper bag was left on one of the chairs. I thought I would die with her reminder about the dreaded diaper bag, but what else could Donna do but keep my baby supplies in one of them in case I needed changing while away from the house. Hi Kelly Ann, said the doctor, noting that I was quite embarrassed about my new name. That was nice of Donna to pick such a pretty name for you so that you won’t be upset about being something of a boy in a gynecologist’s office, don’t you think? I just nodded my head yes as I felt so defeated and shamed in front of everyone. So Donna and the Doctor discussed my masturbation problem as though I wasn’t even there, and my wife said she could use some help and answers if possible. The Doctor said why don’t we start off with seeing just how little her problem really is. With that, Donna stood up, walked behind me and lowered the zipper on my slacks as the doctor said that was clever of my wife to keep me in women’s slacks so I can’t abuse myself…good idea Donna, she said. As I was told to step out of the slacks, the Doctor continued her assessment adding that it is also good that you took Kylies advise and put the baby in diapers, the panty’s are just adorable and so baby like in their girlish styling and add just the right touch for baby. Next Donna lowered my baby panty’s and unpinned my diapers, then set them aside in a plastic bag because they were a little damp and I would need fresh baby diapers before we left the Doctors office. The Doctor was a little surprised at seeing my flaccid penis, with Donna explaining that the baby diapers really do their job of keeping me completely disinterested in sex and unable to attain an erection. How big has baby been able to get for you in the past Donna? Well, we always enjoyed sex when he was able to almost reach 6 inches and quite adequate in girth as well. But lately I don’t really know, except that I don’t feel much at all and now that I don’t allow him to masturbate, he is always like what you are seeing now. I’m so frustrated with him that the last few times he ejaculated in me I made him clean the semen from me because he just couldn’t bring me to orgasm, so I figured he shouldn’t leave his cum in me. Well, that’s “OK” Donna, swallowing his own cum will never hurt him and could even be considered good practice and help make him realize just how inadequate he is in performing as your husband. I recommend that he continue to do that every time you have sex, to force him to think about this situation. I agree Doctor, Donna said. He has had it good and both ways, what with his very childish masturbation habit. With him cumming in my mouth and himself in his hand, I felt he should not get to do both, and since he has chosen his hand then when I allow him to do it in me then he will always be made to clean me up and swallow his cum from now on. That is if I ever allow him to have intercourse with me again. That will depend on your findings doctor and if he is able to perform as a man in the future. The Doctor told Donna that she understood her feelings completely, and again, if you make him swallow his cum it will be a reminder that he got himself in that position and he has no one to blame but himself. And all the jokes about calories and protein are just that, jokes period and not based in fact. You can make him swallow as much cum as you want and the only thing that may suffer is his ego, unless of course he develops a taste for it and that’s OK to. Making him swallow cum is a legitimate tool for you to attain your goals, and it must be your decision. It doesn’t matter if he is unhappy about the taste, the point is that he submits to your will and swallows his cum every time from now on.3 baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 10 Jun 2007 01:32:17 Reply  Do you understand baby? Oh, I’m sorry the Doctor said while looking at me. I’ve called you baby a half a dozen times now, I guess because your wife told me about your babyish behavior at home, seeing you in baby diapers and now your tiny little weewee. Which do you prefer, baby or that pretty name Donna used to make your appointment with, “Kelly Ann”? I hated both of course but I blurted out Kelly Ann because I didn’t want anyone else in the outer office to hear them call me baby, even though they saw me carrying my diaper bag. So the Doctor said OK, Kelly Ann it is, and now lets get on with some needed measurements, and then we’ll need to get a sample for the lab work. After that you will go back to the waiting room while I confer with Donna. You don’t need to be part of that the doctor told me, as it will be confidential and Donna will choose the time and place to tell you what the course of action will be if there is an answer to your problem. With that being said, my next humiliations began…measurements first. I was told to get up on the examination table and lay down on my back. Next, a first for me, my ankles were placed in elevated stirrups, forcing my legs way apart, leaving my bottom, testicles and shrunken penis so totally exposed. I tried to cover myself with my hands but the Doctor said that if I didn’t behave she would have to strap my arms at my side, so I relented. I couldn’t believe what happened next, considering all the modern equipment in her office. I didn’t notice, but the doctor’s intern seemed to come out of nowhere carrying my chart, a pair of rubber gloves and a jar of something. She didn’t look old enough to be out of high school, let alone a nurse in training. As quick as she appeared she donned the rubber gloves, dipped her index finger in the jar and just as quickly had the tip of her finger just inside of my bottom opening, and then removed it, leaving a cold dollop of Vaseline just inside my bottom opening. Before I knew what she was doing, she placed a rectal thermometer quite well into me and sort of moved it around a little to make sure it was seated in me properly, I guess. It felt so unusual to have it in my bottom and it felt like it was way, way up there to. Then she squeezed my bottom cheeks together to hold it in place. That also made me feel like a baby too, having someone handle me that way. Almost done baby, just another minute she said if she were trying to comfort a little baby, apparently not aware of my girl’s name yet. My wife had a smile as the young girl made the comment. It felt so odd to have my temperature taken that way and an even more profound feeling as the thermometer was removed, rather empty, as I would describe it. Even my penis reacted by having some fluid drip on my tummy, which didn’t go unnoticed by the Doctor. Tammy used a moist towelette to wipe up the fluid and she cleaned my tiny penis as well, playfully flicking it with her finger as she commented that “Kelly Ann apparently likes her bottom tickled with the thermometer, she got excited and leaked her happiness on her tummy”. I thought I would die from her comment and the liberty she took with my little penis. I politely asked Tammy if she could please refrain from calling me baby but all that resulted in was a displeased look from Donna. It seemed to just be an innocent and cute little bit of fun to Doctor Carol and Donna. I however was glad when that was over. And I still don’t know why my penis leaked that clear stuff. The Doctor explained to Donna that Tammy, her intern, is present for all new patient exams, but is not yet allowed to perform many exam procedures without supervision. My wife said that was fine with her as baby, or actually Kelly Ann is lucky to have both of you to provide her with such professional care and understanding. This couldn’t get much worse I thought, but next came the first length and girth measurements, and I was not very impressive at that moment. But I was not worried because I have never been big in the flaccid state. This time it was the Doctor that took the readings as the intern entered the findings on my chart. Putting a measuring tape around my flaccid penis showed I was an inch and a quarter in diameter and 7/8 of an inch long. I attributed that to being in my baby diapers before getting there and the humiliation of being up on that examination table exposed the way I was. I think the Doctor had other thoughts and she jokingly said to Donna that maybe she should be taking me to a pediatrician because my penis was so tiny at that moment. Then she asked me how big I got when I masturbated, as Tammy was standing by within hearing distance. I told her, pretty big, but I hadn’t looked at myself while I did it, and besides, I am not allowed to do that anymore. This was the first time I cried since this whole ordeal began to unfold, and it Because of Tammy’s presence, I’m sure. She is so much like the girls in the mall that I used to like to look at. I could handle the Doctor and Donna discussing my problem, after all the Doctor is a professional and they were long time acquaintances, but with that way young intern, Tammy, present and having to essentially tell her that I still masturbate or play with my penis like a child, or her handling my penis in it’s smallest state and that she saw me in my baby diapers, well I just lost it from the humiliation I guess. That’s when Tammy, the Doctor and Donna stepped away from the table to have a conference, but I could still hear what they had to say, and it wasn’t very pleasant but apparently true. The Doctor said to them that she was quite sure that my problem was due to my long-term abuse and that a good percentage of men that do masturbate repeatedly simply cannot achieve the same erection that they are able to when they limit them selves to their wives or girlfriends. The level of stimulation is just not as intense in spite of what the man thinks. I need a sample of ejaculate for lab work and I will attempt to prove this diagnosis for you. If my hunch is correct, we will begin to develop a plan to bring some satisfaction back into your sex life. But I want to caution you Donna, the doctor said, in the end, you come first and if I can help your husband I will do so. This may take some time and I may have to recommend ideas that you may not have thought of and are not necessarily orthodox. If that is agreeable to you then we will proceed. Sure doctor, I don’t know what else to do, and I’m tired of the way things are, so lets get started Donna said. In the mean time I was in tears at hearing all this, that I didn’t notice the intern attaching the straps to my arms to hold them down. The Doctor looked at me and said “sweetie, I can see we’ve upset you with all this talk about your abusive behavior and I just don’t want you to hurt yourself as we conclude the last part of your examination. That didn’t help me from continuing to cry some more though, as I was frightened about what was to become of me. Like a silly baby I wildly imagined that they were going to remove my penis so I couldn’t masturbate any more. But what Donna did was almost as bad. No sooner did they have me immobilized when Donna reached into my diaper bag and took out a real baby’s pacifier and put it between my lips and into my mouth. I was so stunned that I looked at Tammy to see if she noticed what Donna did, and she just smiled at me and told me to just suck on the baby pacifier because all baby’s are comforted by them and it will distract me from what was going to happen next. Tammy was being very sweet about it, talking to me just the way she would talk to a baby. She was actually of correct though, I felt so humiliated by the pacifier at first, but then I began to forget about all the talk the girls had about me and just concentrated on the pacifier instead. In no time my tears went away and I almost fell off to sleep, pacifier and all. I was humiliated, but the pacifier made that go away for a while. I must have seemed like such a sissy baby to Tammy, as she watched the pacifier have such a calming effect on me. I remembered wondering if she had other big baby’s like me in their office for similar reasons, or was I the only adult that was put back into diapers for masturbating, I’m ashamed she knows that about me.4 to be continued. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
babyryan Member 867	# Posted: 12 Jun 2007 00:15:50 Reply  AMAZING!!! hottest story i have read yet!!! i cant wait for more. babyryan
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 12 Jun 2007 19:26:31 Reply  part five continues... I was brought back to the present as I realized that my penis was being manipulated. Then I remembered that mention of needing to give a sample for the lab. When I first heard the doctor mention it I thought, "no big deal", I'd given my own doctor samples over the years. All I had to do go into a small separate room, pee into a specimen bottle and I was done. Even when we were first married and my wife wanted me tested for a sperm count, it was the same thing...off to a little room and a few moments later I handed the sample to the Doctor, with my dignity in tact. This was not going that way at all. I heard the doctor tell Tammy, the intern, that this procedure is not a usual part of a gynecologist's function so that she, the Doctor, would do most of the procedure herself and that she is going the extra mile because of her friendship with my wife. But Tammy would be needed to assist. As she was explaining this to her, I tried to look up and see what she was doing but Donna quickly put my head back down on the examination table with the admonition that I need not see what the Doctor was doing and this was not an act of childish masturbation and not for your sissy, selfish gratification. Just pay attention to your pacifier and keep sucking on it as the doctor performs her test, you bad little baby. Before Donna's admonition I could see the doctor manipulating my tiny penis between her thumb and forefinger and I think it was then that both Tammy and the Doctor realized just how small I was when not erect. The image of my penis being smaller than either of the doctors manipulating fingers just seemed to drive that point home well. Tammy looked on with her pen and my file, ready to take notes as the doctor proceeded. I could see what Tammy was doing, but not the Doctor, as the straps from the table held my arms firmly as Donna did with my head, I was completely immobilized. Have the specimen container ready Tammy, the Doctor said. Donna was correct; this was not fun at all, just sheer humiliation. The Doctor, her name is Carol, tried to move her thumb and forefinger back and forth over my little shaft, but there was hardly any shaft there, may be an inch or so. She kept trying and trying and little happened. Then she got the idea to use a little bit of baby oil and that made all the difference in the world. Quickly I was up to about two inches and getting bigger around to. The doctor told Tammy to note that size while she kept on doing it. She increased her speed but that didn't help. "Come on baby show Doctor Carol what a big penis you have, come on baby," my wife said. But I seemed to be frozen at that size. The Doctor released my penis momentarily as she stopped to check my heart rate with her stethoscope, told Tammy to write down some figures, then she resumed her manipulation of my still tiny penis. I closed my eyes as she continued. Even though I was occupied with my pacifier, tears again were welling up in my eyes as a peculiar thought entered my mind...no one in my entire life ever referred to my penis as a "cock". It has always been "weewee" or "penis" and almost always with "little" added in for good measure. I can't even imagine what Tammy would call my appendage. As I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind, the Doctor was now rolling the head of my penis between her two fingers and that actually had positive effect on me. Not only was I almost at three inches, as the doctor told Tammy to note, but I was noticeably thicker, but almost rigid to. In spite of the humiliating circumstances of my apparent aroused state, I began seeing images of hot young girls at the mall in my mind, and I was trying to thrust with the doctor's motion on my penis. The Doctor noticed this as well and as if she had some sixth sense of what was happening, she took another measurement and called out to Tammy, "2.8 inches, maximum length, 2.0 diameter", then told her to have the specimen jar positioned so that the opening was covering the tip of my penis. She told Tammy that it was important that nothing was lost and that she would need to label it quickly and keep it in the refrigerator until the lab picks it up. Within seconds I was in convulsions and frantically sucking on my pacifier as my semen began to squirt into the jar as the Doctor continued her robust manipulations of my penis. She kept it up until she was sure there was nothing left and Tammy managed to collect it all. Donna was right about another thing; this was most certainly not about pleasure for me, as the Doctor repeatedly squeezed my now deflating penis from the base all the way to the tip in order to milk the last few droplets from me. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw for the first time what my semen looked like, all collected in one place. I always thought and felt like I made a lot, but what was in the jar would not have filled half a teaspoon. I don't know why for sure, but when I saw that small amount of cum, I closed my eyes again and fell asleep, I think to rid myself of all the memory of what just happened to me. It was bad enough that someone besides my wife and Doctor Carol witnessed my pathetic display, but having Tammy there to see my small penis make such a tiny bit of cum just made it unbearable altogether. I was so disappointed in how little I was and how little I produced. When I masturbate, I don't look at myself to see how big I am and my cum would be all over my hand so it never occurred to me to think about how little I was making. I don't remember how long I was asleep, but apparently my nap precluded any need for me to wait in the outer office while Doctor Carol and Donna conferred, as they were just about to say goodbye when I realized that my ankles were no longer in the stirrups, my arms were no longer restrained and my baby pacifier was nowhere in sight. Sadly though, Tammy was just finishing up putting me into fresh baby diapers, complete with a large dusting of baby powder, and a brand new pair of fancy baby panty's with row upon row of lace across the bottom. Tammy was just sliding them up my legs when Donna told me to thank Kylie for them when I got home...she knew you would be put thru a lot today and she wanted you to have something nice to wear home. Tammy finished dressing me in my lady's outer pants and top, and then she slipped a sample size container of baby powder into my diaper bag telling me that should help reduce your diaper rash a little. I guess we were ready to go, as the doctor told Donna she would call her in two days with the lab results and they would have their formal talk and recommendation at that time. For some reason I asked the doctor what was going to happen to what Tammy collected in the specimen jar, but all she would say was " Sorry baby, no cum for you today, ask mommy if she will let you swallow some when you get home...then they all broke out in laughter, and most shamefully for me, Tammy couldn't stop giggling either. Finally Donna gave me her purse to carry again, while Tammy handed me my diaper bag, then Donna took me by the hand, and with me following behind her, we went thru the outer office again with many a strange look from the doctors other patients. Once we were safely in the car and on our way home, it was impossible to hold back a lot of tears as Donna just had a smiling and satisfied look on her face...she knew I was put in my place. Once we arrived home, Donna said she had a few things she wanted to make clear to me and that I should go to the guest room and put the things in my diaper bag away and wait for her there. When she came into the room she let me know that this was my room from now on and that I was forbidden to enter the master bedroom unless she gave me specific permission. She pointed to a brand new pink diaper pail and said I was personally responsible for washing my baby diapers and that I will be expected to thank Kylie for that to, along with the new pair of baby panty's, as it was Kylie that bought it for you and had it personalized with your baby name, "Kelly Ann". By the way she said, that's a really pretty and feminine name that suits the sissy baby way you have behaved. Only those that know what you have done will know your girlie name, like the girls at the salon, your gynecologist, along with Tammy and Kylie of course. I encourage you to behave and do as you are told from now on so that others do not come to know that you are now Kelly Ann. I've decided not to leave you, yet. I want this turned around, but on my terms, and you have no rights until I say so, you are going to be Kelly Ann, period. What you do when you masturbate is no different than cheating, your having sex behind my back...with your hand. If you can cheat then so can I. Doctor Carol will be calling me in a few days to let me know about the lab results and in the mean time I am going to be talking to Kylie about some things that I want that are long overdue. You won't want these changes but you brought them on your self. It's been over a year since you've acted like a man in bed and that's too long for me, Kelly Ann. I am pretty sure I will be going to do some dancing with Kylie and Michael next Friday night, and of course you are not invited, rather you will be in your crib, probably wetting your baby diapers while you are safely tucked away in your crib. So, from now on things will be very different at work as well. Of course you already know you have been demoted to the "secretarial assistant" position. But you don't know why you have that title Donna told me. She went on to explain that she had done a study of how I spend my time, our company's revenue and how she could make things more compatible with all the changes I caused. To start with, you will now report to work at 1 PM each day, with Monday and Friday being devoted to your loan funding duties. I have decided to outsource your title research, which will free up a lot of your time. And you will no longer be doing the banking for the company. It doesn't make sense allowing you access to that kind of money and information when I already do not let you be involved in our household budget or financial dealings. I will however continue to give you an allowance so that I can keep you completely off the company books. The company is doing well so I can afford to make these adjustments and I think we will have a more professional image. By the way, before I forget, I have already let our housekeeper go. I gave her a nice severance package and she was glad because with summer coming she will have more time with her children Donna said, and I gave her this day off as well. She went on...back to the office; I have hired a business major from Clovis West High School. Her name is Ashley and she is a junior there, I think she is sixteen years old. She will get course credit for working in my office, plus the school district pays half of her salary and I pay the other half, it's a great deal for everyone. And the good news is that she passes quite close to our home as she makes her way from school to the office, so she is going to pick you up and bring you along with her. I want you at the curb before she arrives so that you don't inconvenience her at all. There are so many benefits to your new schedule...this way you will be at home every day so that you can tend to the household chores that our cleaning lady used to do. All of that is your responsibility now. By the way, you are also going to help Kylie with some of her housework to, in order to pay her back for some of the things she is going to do for you, more on that in a few moments. Kylie is also going to be giving you some instruction on sewing; I'm tired of throwing away items that could last longer if you used your spare time mending them. It certainly would be time better spent by a person named Kelly Ann, as opposed to you watching a ball game like one of the guys. No, you'll be sewing some of your own baby clothes. I think it would be a nice way to keep your fingers busy, instead of masturbating. There are all sorts of baby dresses you could make that you would look pretty in, and they are remarkably easy patterns to follow. You're going to have "sew" much fun, Donna told me. You are going to start on that next week, with Kylie supervising you. Anyway Donna said, at the office...oh; here let me show you something. She opened yet another box of business cards, this time they were for Ashley. I couldn't believe my eyes, she had her own cards already and her picture was as large as my wife's and her title was "Office Administrator and Secretary". See, that's why your card reads "Secretarial Assistant" she said. You won't be allowed to assist at administering anything, but you will assist her at secretarial tasks. Your work will generally be done on Monday and Friday and the rest of the week you will be Ashley's assistant. I have given her a set of keys, actually yours, so that she can go into the office tomorrow and get herself situated. She is going to be clearing out your desk and putting the stuff in boxes until you set up your new desk on Monday. I think I'll let her keep your keys since you will be arriving with her and you won't really need them anymore, and that way she can lock up the office if I'm not there. I think it best if she and I are the only ones to have access from now on, especially since you are her assistant and certainly not an administrator. Speaking of access, with Ashley on board, I decided this was a good time to upgrade our network so I've purchased that new operating system, Microsoft Vista. She is going to install it this Saturday as well. She wondered that since your work is now limited to funding and all you really need to use is the copier, that maybe you should not have access to our network. She sat at your desk when I interviewed her, so she asked if she could look at some of our files. That's when she pointed out how easy it was for you to view just about everything and that maybe your access should be denied. It only took me moment to agree with her, so she is going to set things up that way. I think because of other changes she will be implementing, she was a little concerned that you might be able to view her personnel file and pay rate, which would of course be inappropriate considering your subordinate position. So only Ashley and myself have access to our network now. She has also scanned all of your personnel files into the computer and what your pay rate is, to which I have added a letter regarding your demotion. All I told her was that it was for disciplinary reasons and I left it at that. I didn't tell her it was because of your baby habit because that would be to embarrassing for me. What she wants is that you submit your work to her from now on. If she approves of it she will take it from there and advise you when it is done, Donna said. This way there is less risk for me that you could find yourself in some program I don't want you using or you viewing payroll or other financials that are now off limits to you. It also saves me having to buy a new computer for Ashley. Saving me that money, I am going to buy her a large flat panel monitor and retire that relic that I made you use. I'm going to give Ashley a gold star for that suggestion Donna said. Ashley also said that by denying you access to our network would obviously preclude you from being on the Internet at an inappropriate site. She really thinks of everything. I am so grateful for her suggestion about computer security. As you know, I will be outside of the office much of the day and since my duties do not interact with yours, I see no reason that I need to deal with you at all. Therefore, do not come to me with any of your issues, just bring them to Ashley from now on and she will resolve them for you. As administrator, she has the ultimate authority in the office as far as you are concerned. A word of caution, she has the authority do written reprimands, which could lead to your suspension, meaning more time at home...in baby diapers. She is very bright so I didn't have to give her many directives; she seems to know what needs to be done. She is going to do the banking and payroll for the company and this was one area that I felt I needed to instruct her on, the need for complete confidentially. Only she and I know who is paid what and she will not discuss any of that with you. I just wanted to make that clear for her from the start, so she won't feel uncomfortable saying no to you if you were to ask anything about our financials, or her compensation, that's just not something a person at your low level should have access to. So, starting on Monday, Ashley will occupy the front office, using your desk, and you will make some space in the storage room for that old school desk you found, the one that opens up so you one can put school books inside then close it down for working, it's the perfect size for your new position and there are no windows so you won't get distracted. Being in the storage room will also serve to make others aware that you no longer are an executive. Of course you won't have a phone anymore, but I think Ashley will keep so busy you won't have time to use one anyway. I'm not sure how she wants to use you, after all, she's the company administrator, but I would imagine she'll probably have you making the coffee, emptying the trash cans, dusting, sharpening pencils and of course you will be her file clerk. After all she is a business major and I can't expect her to do the menial chores in the office, Donna said. Just be sure you make things easier for her, as she has a lot of responsibility, including keeping you busy at all times. Just try to think of her as an executive to whom you have to answer to, because she is your boss now and she reports to me on your work and will be giving you periodical reviews. Do your best and follow her instructions. Well, I just can't get out of my head that Donna did all that without malice. I think she did it because of my thoughts about the young girls at the mall and now she humiliates me by making Ashley my boss and she has total access to all of the company's most confidential information and I can no longer even get into the office, nor am I allowed to be in the office unless Ashley is present. This really sucks.5 baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
ichhabehungar Member 8	# Posted: 12 Jun 2007 21:55:10 Reply  Well Baby, you must admit that you love your new position. Once you admit it, I'm sure you will become more adept at filling it. By the way, has Kylie moved into the Master bedroom with Donna? Just sit back and enjoy the privilge of having such a strong, dominant wife!
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 12 Jun 2007 23:00:12 Reply  i do not love my position. i wish it would end. kylie is quite married and not into girls at all, sorry. will post more in the morning...as things move along you will see that is not fun at all. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
babyryan Member 867	# Posted: 12 Jun 2007 23:39:19 Reply  i am humiliated often felicia. i know it is embarrassing . but i hope you continue to share your story
studmaster58 Member 340 Pictures: 6	# Posted: 13 Jun 2007 01:55:59 · Edited by: studmaster58 Reply  You should post a chapter or section to this page each day....or eventually people will lose interest... Ashley's my dream girl, can make her my boss, your a fool not to be aroused and stimulated by this turn of events. Remember she is like the girls of your fantasies...but, then again, maybe this is just fiction, drama created to appear real, for some perverse reason........
goodhusband Member 2017	# Posted: 13 Jun 2007 02:00:10 Reply  Studmaster Thats a pretty heavy charge. Do you have any idea how much effort goes into posting a section each day? Be patient. What takes you 15 minutes to read may take as much as two hours to write. GH
studmaster58 Member 340 Pictures: 6	# Posted: 13 Jun 2007 02:19:43 · Edited by: studmaster58 Reply  GH this is all prewritten stuff according to a prior post, that just needed to be posted. It is not created daily. If it were written in daily installments would understand your issue and not make this kind of request. And if this is all true, then Kelly Ann has plenty of time to write this account under the supervision of Donna and Kylie.
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 14 Jun 2007 00:50:18 Reply  just for clarification, this work was started over five weeks ago at the behest of my wife, and is on going as new developments happen. i do a small part each day as time permits and i am allowed to use the computer. some time was lost learning how to post it. the only fantasy is of that of some readers own creation. i am not a writer, and as GH suggests, it takes me a lot of time to correct my errors and make it ready to post. as an aside, it is donna, not the readers here, that i try to please with regards to keeping my errors to a minimum. with regards to "some perverse reason" this site is entirely perverse. what i am going thru is perverse. finally, even the most casual observer would note that i have been posting almost every day. Best regards, kelly ann baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 14 Jun 2007 01:10:05 Reply  more of a true accounting and an oppurtunity for fantasy among the perverse. Once we arrive home in the evening you will shower, tend to your personal hygiene needs and then you will be baby diapered by me until the following morning. After you are diapered you will tend to household chores and make dinner for us, with you eating in the kitchen. Other than to serve, you are also not permitted in the dining or living room without my express permission. You are to have all of this done prior to your bedtime, which has been lowered to 7 PM for now, so as to not have you interfere with my social life. More on my new social life for you after I consider the advice and recommendations from Doctor Carol and Kylie. Depending on those suggestions I may find that I need you in your crib by 6 PM instead. I'll let you know about that soon and as I am pretty sure what they are going to say, most likely you will be required to be in your crib by 6 PM and that means lights out as well. With summer rapidly approaching and all the extra daylight, I will be sure to draw the drapes closed tightly. Your baby diaper time is of course extended to twenty fours a day on weekends and holidays and your baby diapers are to be ready for my inspection at all times. Due to my very busy schedule, I don't have time right now to take you shopping, so Kylie is looking into more suitable baby wear for you to use at night with your baby diapers and she will be taking you shopping Monday morning. Consider Kylie my equal whether I am present or not. She may inspect your diapers at any time for those nasty "baby emissions", and you better pray you never have to find out what the consequences are if we find any. Those are your orders for now Donna said sternly. If I were you, I'd brace myself for more drastic changes. I alone determine and control the cum in your life, and I do mean all of it. You're going to live my way from now on. Donna told me. Keep in mind that this was all happening on a Friday afternoon, as both of us took a very rare day off from work. We were still standing in the guest room, now my room I guess, as Donna was telling me all about Ashley. I was so distracted that I didn't notice the biggest change of all. The bed in that room is actually a convertible unit, I was told, shorter and not as wide as a day bed. We got it from Kylie when we used to have Donna's little niece come to stay with us a few years ago. Kylie told us to hold on to it until she needed it again. When I first glanced at it, there was a large white sheet covering it. That's when Donna told me that while we were at the Doctors office, Kylie was in our home and "converted" it back to it's regular form. As Donna was removing the sheet I was stunned to find that the bed was all along, a full size baby crib. The sides had been removed and the mattress and spring lowered, so an older child could also use it, like our niece. The mattress was so high now, that I couldn't possibly get in or out of it by myself, even with the side rails lowered, Donna was quick to point out. She said once I was in my crib, I was there to stay. Further noting it was the perfect place for me to take naps when she didn't want me under foot. And another hideous object has its home under the crib, as Donna pointed to a brand new baby's potty chair which was also personalized for me; "Kelly Ann's Very Own Potty Chair" All I could think of is that there was not going to be an end to all of this humiliation, at least not for a long time anyway. Donna then told me that my crib had a waterproof mattress and an additional waterproof baby sheet for added protection in case my baby diapers leaked during extended changing periods, such as over night. Also, as I could see for myself, the crib had all new nursery themed sheets, blankets, pillow cases and matching padding that went all around the sides and up about eight inches to protect the baby inside from the cribs rails. Donna also pointed out that this crib could also serve as a changing table as well. Of course all of this bedding was clearly for a baby girl, as everything was in pastel pinks, yellows and white. It is totally feminine and baby girlish. There is even a lacy toss pillow embroidered in bright pink "Baby Kelly Ann". I don't know how I will ever get thru this total feminization of me. Since you've been quick to notice your new potty chair, now is the perfect time for you to learn some new rules, Donna told me. Like the master bedroom and living room, you are never permitted to enter or use any bathroom at home or Kylie's home for any reason, without permission. If you are granted permission you will always be supervised. This goes for any time you are at Kylies as well, because just as she can check your diapers for any "baby emissions", she will also supervise any bathroom activity as well. You are never permitted to have the bathroom door closed at any time, no matter whom is present. An adult must be able to see what you are doing in the bathroom at all times. If Kylie is busy, Donna told me that she would appoint her oldest daughter to supervise me instead. Donna said bathrooms are a common place for juvenile masturbation activities, so I am never allowed have the door closed. The potty chair is under your baby crib for one reason...your baby diapers are there to keep you from masturbating and for you to wet like the baby you are. You, Kelly Ann will be punished further by showing everybody your pathetic little weewee making tinkles in your potty chair, every time you violate these rules. This being your first full weekend as Baby Kelly Ann should be quite an adjustment for you. I want you in your crib tonight at 5 o'clock, just to reinforce your new baby lifestyle. I know, it's Friday night and time for fun, but not for baby's. I have a lot to think about and what further to do with you is a big part of that. I can assure you even more changes are coming your way, and as the baby of this family you will simply obey like a good little baby girls, now get ready for your crib Donna finally said. The weekend was entirely uneventful except that I was introduced to all the chores I will be doing from now on and there was not one moment that was idle as Donna really made it clear that I will be doing all of the housework. We didn't see anything of Kylie because they all went away to Yosemite for the weekend. I learned to hate washing my own dirty baby diapers and being in my crib so early. I was allowed to stay up until 7 o'clock though and Donna got a cute "mobile" to hang over my crib so I would have at least something to look at while I am in my baby crib. But it was pretty bad once she turned the lights out. By Saturday I had read both Cosmo and Seventeen from cover and was therefore so entirely bored that I began to reflect on the masturbation habit that got me here. I can't masturbate anymore and Donna is not going to let up on me either, I don't think. And I worried about what Donna was going to do next. But I still want to masturbate in spite of which she is now making me do. I'll get to that part soon. As Sunday drew to a close, Donna informed me that Kylie was coming over in the morning to take me shopping and I was to be ready for her by 9 o'clock. And after shopping I was to get ready for my first day as Ashley's assistant. Donna told me that Ashley wanted me in the office a half an hour early as she wanted to have a meeting with me to review my new duties early on, so that I would know what was expected of me. Her first directive came before I even met her...she asked Donna to tell me never to be in the office without a shirt and tie. So I laid out my clothes for work, tie included. This is when some trouble began as I once again underestimated Donna and I really paid the price for doing so. Donna put a fresh set of baby diapers and panty's on me and put me in my crib for the night. She was mostly nice to me that Sunday and let me stay up until 7 PM again, never giving me a hint as to what she was plotting. By now I was so frustrated at not being allowed to masturbate and I was at wits end to figure out a way to do it. Well, I reasoned that if I could get my penis excited, I could make cum in my baby diaper. And since it wouldn't be until around six AM the next morning before my diapers were changed again, I figured my cum would just blend in with my tinkles and Donna wouldn't know about it. So as I was lying on my tummy, I lifted myself up just a little and started to slide towards the head of my baby crib and back again. Then I started to go a little faster and it really started to feel good. The more I did it the better it felt and I seemed to be quite erect. I would have loved to see how big I was, but that of course was impossible. This was a lot like when I was ten years old and doing it in my bed on top of a towel. At that time I was only able to make a lot of sticky, clear stuff, but it was all so new and exciting that I did it every time I could. Now was a lot different though, as after about ten minuets I exploded into my baby diaper and it was one of the most exciting orgasm's I could remember. But then, the bad news of course. During my excitement I must have made sounds of pleasure or maybe my baby crib made a lot of noise from my movements. Which ever it was, Donna heard enough to raise her suspicions, so she came into the room to see what was going on. Well, as I said before, Donna is not naïve. She found me lying on my tummy, something I never do, and she put two and two together and figured I was up to no good. She immediately made me lye on my back as she proceeded to unpin my baby diapers to reveal the tell tale evidence of my childish behavior again. Before I knew what hit me, Donna flung me over the side of the crib and I landed on the floor with my diapers at my ankles, where she told me to stay until she got back. When she returned she made good on her earlier promise, as she grabbed me by the arms and made me stand in the corner, facing her. She then proceeded to spank my now tiny penis with a ruler, twelve times. She wasn't brutal about it, but it sure did sting. Then she added two more slaps as she told me they were for asking Tammy to not call me "baby" during my exam. After that Donna made me turn around with my baby diapers still at my ankles while she proceeded to spank my bottom with much more force than she used on my penis. Again, it was twelve slaps for my masturbation and another two for Tammy, while telling me that my next trip to Doctor Carol's office is Tuesday morning and for further punishment I will tell the Doctor and Tammy what a baby I was again and you will tell Tammy that you masturbated in your diapers and surely are a baby like she called you. She knew you were a sissy baby that first day she saw you and your little penis. Donna told me that I just keeping digging my hole deeper and deeper. Then she made stand me in the corner for an hour. Next, Donna put me in my crib again and told me to lie on my back and to keep my hands at my sides and not to move them under any circumstances, not even to itch. Then she pinched my nose closed so my mouth would open and she quickly put the cummy portion of my baby diaper in my mouth. I don't know which was worse, the taste of my own cum or the aroma of my urine in the damp diaper. They were both equally shameful and having my own baby diaper on my face just made it worse. Donna left it there for yet another hour and all I could smell the whole time was my wet baby diaper as it completely covered my face. Finally the diaper was removed, but before she pinned fresh diapers on me and I went off to sleep with a burning bottom and penis to remind me of what I did, Donna told me it was no accident that Kylie assembled your crib with spring and mattress up so high. She knows why I wanted it that way and what you just did in your diapers is forcing me to have you know that reason for yourself soon. Monday morning began by me being dressed in those women's slacks again so that I could go shopping. I was ready on time and waiting on the curb for Kylie as instructed. I was put into extra thick baby diapers this time so there would be no accidents in Kylies car, but the extra thick diapers made my slacks puff out all around and I was sure they would raise some suspicion. And I was also made to carry my diaper bag again. Kylie made me carry it into the two stores we visited as well, just in case she said. The first thing Kylie did was ask me if my weewee and baby bottom were still sore. First, I couldn't believe that Donna must have told her that I was masturbating again and second that she called my penis a weewee. When I asked why she had to be so mean she said "your little appendage certainly isn't a cock, hardly a penis so I think it is a little baby sized weewee and I am charged with babysitting you this morning so I'll call you anything I want, Baby Kelly Ann, and if your not careful I will call you that while we are in the stores shopping. Do you have anymore questions baby?" She asked. Dejectedly I said no. Is your baby pacifier in your diaper bag? I think so, I replied. Good, you better keep that in mind; I won't hesitate to make you use it if you misbehave at all. Well we started off again in the juniors department at Penny's where I was fitted for three sets of baby doll pajamas. Kylie picked ones that matched my lacy baby panty's and held each of them up to me to see how they looked. Kylie then explained that when she spoke to Donna last night, she asked that I be put into those extra thick baby diapers so that she could get an idea of how my baby doll's would hang over my baby diapers. If I were buying them for Donna, I would describe them as ultra feminine and pretty, but knowing they were for me, they were just another badge of shame. And Kylie made me pay for them with my credit card, for which Donna had already given her approval since Kylie was supervising me this morning. Next we moved to the women's department where I was to get a second pair of these slacks I was wearing. Kylie walked me right up to a sales lady, pointed to my puffed out slacks and asked her where she could find these slacks. Further saying that she wanted another pair for me and that we would need to use a fitting room to check the fit. Of course I was beside myself with humiliation again as the lady led us to the rack where they were kept. She left telling Kylie where there was a single fitting room and that we were free to use it if it was not occupied. This time I was to have a pastel pink pair that Donna told Kylie she wanted me to wear on cooler days when she would be taking to her salon. Before trying them on Kylie went behind me and lowered the zipper on my slacks and told me to slip out of them. She commented on my pretty baby panty's were, and then to my horror, she began to lower them. As she was doing so, she told me that Donna instructed to her check for any baby emissions because she caught me masturbating again. She was unpinning my baby diapers as I just stood there in shock. She made me hold on to them so that just the front lowered, providing her with a view of my clean diapers with no baby emissions, this time at least. She had never seen my penis before and I wanted to cry again, which she could tell because she asked if I would feel better with my pacifier to suck on. I nodded my head no, as she then picked up my penis in her two fingers to examine it. She moved her fingers up and down my one-inch length, telling me how tiny it was. She said Donna told her to check me carefully, as I am a sneaky baby and will try anything in order to masturbate myself. You look dry though baby, but I have never seen such a tiny weewee as yours, except on little baby's. She then pinned my diapers back into place, pulled up my baby panty's and then I tried on the pink slacks. They fit perfectly, but you could tell I was wearing diapers under them. Once I changed back into my yellow pair Donna zipped me up in back and we were off to pay the clerk. What I didn't see was that Kylie left part of my panty's and baby diaper's show above my slacks. Then we were off to the last stop before I was to go back home change into my business clothes and report to work. This was to be a quick stop as well. It was a shop that catered to children with special attention to baby clothes. This time Kylie was determined to embarrass me as much as possible. She went up to a clerk, showed her my new baby doll pajamas and told the clerk that I needed three baby bonnets to match them. You could tell the clerk knew that Kylie was making me into a sissy and she was eager to help out. In grand fashion my baby dolls were laid out on a counter and one by one I was made to hold them up to my chest while they tied as many as a dozen baby bonnets on me. There weren't a lot of people in the store, but everyone that was there had a laugh. When the final baby bonnet was chosen, the girl wrapped them in separate boxes, each with its own pink tissue paper inside, baby motif wrapping paper on the outside along with big fancy ribbons tied in a great big bow. They were in turn placed in a pink and white shopping bag with "LITTLE ANGELS BABY SHOPPE" emblazoned on it, that was also overflowing with even hotter pink tissue paper and then we were ready to go...almost. I should have mentioned earlier that I was also wearing one of those tops that were donated by Kylie's older daughter, one in yellow to match my slacks. These were the tops that just barely reached my belly button, leaving my tummy showing a little. After we paid for everything the sales girl told Kylie that I was so well behaved and {I was crying} that she could she give me a little present. Now I don't know if they had this arranged in advance but Kylie handed me my diaper bag for one hand then the sales girl placed my shopping bag filled with my new baby bonnets in my other hand so that I was completely occupied. Two of the most humiliating items a guy could be made to carry. Then she asked me to close my eyes a moment. I heard her go behind the counter and open up a drawer and then come back around and stand before me. As she did I felt something being hung around my neck as she told me to open my eyes. As I did she had a pink baby pacifier pressed to my lips and I could see Kylie nodding to me that I better open my lips and allow the sales girl to put it in my mouth! Kylie thanked the girl for the pacifier and pretty pink ribbon that it was attached to, telling her that Baby Kelly Ann will get a lot of use out of it, won't you baby? I nodded yes in return as the girl told me what a pretty name Baby Kelly Ann was for me, as we headed towards the door. The final indignity was that as we were walking away, my baby diapers and panty's were in clear view peeking out of my girl's slacks because my top was so short.6 part 7 soon. baby felicia krj32@hotmail.com
sissybabyfelicia Member 30	# Posted: 15 Jun 2007 01:28:04 Reply  Kylie told the clerk that we would be back again. I sighed in relief as Kylie removed my baby pacifier once we were outside the shop, but she let it hang around my neck, which must have noticed by everyone as it lay against bright yellow top. It certainly was quite a shopping trip with Kylie, with all we bought; I knew this wasn't nearly over at all. Kylie took me home so I could get ready for work with Ashley as my new boss. I was out front waiting at the curb as I was instructed as Ashley showed up to take me to work. She is at least a foot taller than me, short blonde hair and very pretty. I imagined she could have any boyfriend she wanted. Like Donna said, she looked about sixteen and was dressed very conservatively in slacks and a nice sweater. When I got in her car, after she introduced herself, she said, "I see you follow my instructions well. That's a nice tie you have on. Today I want you to just concentrate on getting your new work space set up, organize what you can and really trim down on all of the unnecessary clutter you used to have on your desk. I want to see only work related items on your desk and there is to be no eating at your desk either. Then you are to report to me with all of the funding projects you are working on and I will review and prioritize them for you. Each Monday and Friday will start off the same way, bring me your workload and I will tell you what I expect to be done. I don't have time for idle or wasted time and I expect you will work for the time you are paid." Ashley told me. She didn't even stop to take a breath. Wow, that was pretty stern for the first day I thought. At the end of the day Ashley told me to be out front 30 minuets early tomorrow, as I was to have a meeting with her. I was falling into my new routine by now and was dreading being back in my crib in a few short moments. Donna was on the phone for quite a while and I was wondering what was going on, but I dare not ask because I am not allowed to know her business anymore. As it was now time for me to be in my crib, Donna came in to put me in it and she told me that my test came back from the lab and that we were going to the Doctor in the morning and that she also had a long talk with Kylie as well. She said Kylie was going to drive us to the Doctor and that she would be there for moral support as we discuss the results of the test and what your measurements mean. So off to sleep with you for now. Ashley will open the office in the morning and I will take you to work myself. In the morning I was dressed in my new pink slacks and another one of those too small tops that left my tummy partly exposed. I don't know which was worse, the girly top or the pink slacks. But it didn't matter; I was going out in public wearing them anyway. Kylie picked us up early and had little to say beyond good morning. Just as in the recent trip to the gynecologist, I was made to carry my now fully stocked diaper bag as Donna held my other hand and led me to the office. To my surprise, we were the first people to arrive and were ushered into the examination room with no one to see me dressed as a girl. And Kylie came right along with us. This time I saw Tammy right away and I started to blush. Once again, Donna stepped behind me to unzip my slacks and lower my baby panty's...I had pink lacy ones on this time to match my outfit. Tammy told me they were very pretty, matching my blushing face, she told everyone. Once they were removed, Kylie helped by removing my baby diapers, thus allowing Tammy to know that Kylie also has seen my penis. Then it was up on the examination table, my legs back in the stirrups and this time my legs were apart even further, almost painfully so. My arms were restrained from the start this time because of the way I behaved the first time. I couldn't believe I was going to be put thru that whole ordeal all over again and this time with Kylie to witness my shame. But things were different. This time Tammy was allowed to take my blood pressure and pulse and much to my surprise, she didn't take my temperature. That was such a relief. But there was another test that wasn't fun either, and now I knew why my legs were so far apart. Once Tammy made her notes the Doctor stepped between my legs, motioned for Donna to join her as Tammy and Kylie were on either side of me. Once they were in position, Kylie, as if on cue, reached into my diaper bag and proceeds to put my new baby pacifier in my mouth while laying the pretty ribbon on my chest. Tammy said it was nice to see that I had a pink pacifier this time and that she liked the pretty ribbon to. I decided to try to get some comfort from the pacifier right from the start as Tammy recommended, and try to put all of this out of my mind. I just figured they all thought of me as a baby anyway, so why fight it. Then my exam resumed with the Doctor doing something I've never understood. Shamefully she gently held my testicles in her hand and made me cough three times. Then she told Donna that though they are slightly small for my over all size, they are quite within the range of normal, so lets try this other test one more time and Tammy will make notes again. Then Tammy will get Kelly Ann dressed and we will all gather in my office and see if we are all on the same page. With that the doctor once again used just two fingers to manipulate my penis again, but this time she went right for the little small head or tip. It is so humiliating that all a woman needs is two tiny fingers to manipulate my penis and if she used her whole hand, my penis would be out of site. It makes me feel so shameful. Nothing much happened until she added a few drops of baby oil again and then I started to grow. After a few moments I seamed to settle into the same size as the last exam. Then the doctor asked me if I had been a naughty baby Sunday night. Everybody was watching me as I nodded yes. Well Kelly Ann, you will tell us all about that in a few moments when we are finished here. After a few more strokes because I wasn't getting any bigger, the Doctor called out to Tammy, 2.5" maximum length, 2.0" diameter and I was leaking that clear stuff again. Sorry baby, no cum again for you today, we don't need a sample even. But I think your mommy and I have a way to fix that. Tammy, clean up the baby's weewee, put her baby diapers and panty's back on, and then bring Kelly Ann to my office. Within moments all five of us were in Doctor Carol's office with the door closed. They were all seated and I was told to stand next to Donna. So Kelly Ann, your measurement this morning was even less than before, yet you are capable of reaching almost five or six inches when you are with your wife, the doctor stated. Tell us what happened Sunday night, just the brief version please. So I stated that I masturbated in my crib. You sleep in a baby's crib Kelly Ann? How cute Tammy said. How did you masturbate baby, the Doctor went on. I laid on my tummy and rocked back and forth until I made cum in my baby diapers. Do you know how silly that must have looked? Do you want to ask Tammy how baby like that makes you, or maybe you could show Tammy what a baby you are by masturbating for her and then she too, could put your cummy baby diaper in your mouth, or maybe make you wear it home? After the first question Tammy put my baby pacifier back in my mouth so all I could is nod no emphatically. Did Donna punish you by putting your cummy diaper in your mouth so you could have some cum finally? Of course I had to nod yes again. You should be ashamed of yourself. With the tests we have done, it is clear that there is nothing wrong with you physically. Your only problem is insisting on masturbating and that's so juvenile and utterly unfair to your wife. You have embarrassed yourself in front of every one here and others as well, so I am going recommend that Donna should continue with what she is doing until you decide to grow up and become a man again. In the mean time, she has had long talks with her best friend Kylie and they have come up with a strategy that will be a way to make you cum again, you won't like it suppose, but I support her entirely. I want you back here in two weeks for further measurements and you will give me a report on how you are doing with regards to your habit. Oh, by the way since you seem to be shy around Tammy, I am going have her do the entire exam on her own, I'll be anxious to see if your little penis leaks like a baby's when she touches your tiny little weewee, or will you be the size of a man by then and won't have to be measured anymore. Good luck, Kelly Ann, Doctor Carol told me. I didn't know whether to be frightened or happy, but on the way home to get changed for work, Donna told Kylie that she was looking forward to their night out on Friday and that she was going to firm things up with Rod? I had no clue what that meant, or who Rod was. Then she reminded me we had to get to the office early because Ashley said I was going to have an orientation for my new job position. Orientation for me, Ashley just started this week and she is going to put me through an orientation? And Rod? It occurred to me that I just wasn't up to speed about a number of things anymore. We arrived in the office at 12:30 just as Ashley told me to. Donna checked her schedule and told Ashley she would cover the phones so that she could have the meeting with me, so just the two of us went into the small conference room and Ashley closed the door. I could tell that she was very serious about this meeting, and boy was she. Starting off with her displeasure at my leaving some documents on my desk over night. She told me that it wasn't professional; that those documents contain confidential client information and that I should consider this an oral warning and the next time it will result in a written warning notice. That's when Ashley really shocked me, she said after she was finished with the computer upgrade Saturday, she called Donna and they discussed the documents I left out. Apparently Donna was quite irritated at what I did. Then she told Ashley that her position as Administrator also included final authority in human resources as well. Donna told Ashley that if he persists in that level of performance, I suggest that you terminate him, so long as you follow procedure and do the written reprimands first. I was totally in shock as Ashley related this to me. Donna had laid the foundation for my removable from the company, and it was Ashley's call entirely. Then we got into all the new duties, policy changes and even my pay situation. She meant business and made me take notes and listen only. Everything was said in a matter of fact fashion and I could tell for sure who was in charge. Like at home, things were never to be the same again, and I was not allowed any input at all, quite the opposite, as early on, Ashley actually told me not to speak, you have no say here at all she said. I've already seen things that do not work in a professional office. All that has been changed as of today and you will simply have to comply with my directives, or else. I felt like my position was tenuous at best. It was difficult hearing this from a sixteen year old, but Donna already told me she was my boss and I just didn't think I should test Ashley on that. So then she began...as of today I want this log sheet that I've developed for you on my desk at the end of your day. You will account for every moment of each day, including a fifteen-minute break as well as any trips to the rest room. This is extremely important to Donna for some reason. Donna wants to know exactly how long you are in the lady's room each time you go there. Some of the staff here, with my promise of anonymity, have told me that you had a lot of free time on your hands in the past, and that you go to the lady's room quite often, so you are to enter onto your log, each time you leave your desk and the reason why. I need this information for payroll purposes and an auditing of how well you are using company time. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want you to start each day by doing the filing, as I do not want that to fall behind. I understand Michelle used to do the filing, but I see lots of potential in her, so I am going to give her other more serious responsibilities. I know filing is traditionally thought of as a girl's job in most offices, but here, it is your task and Michelle is someone you would do well to try to emulate. I know filing will be hard for you, so I will ask Michelle to check your work. Just try to forget that it is a girls job, Ashley told me. I also expect you to keep the office clean. Vacuum twice weekly, same for the dusting and that includes my desk. Water the plants. Make sure the pencils are sharpened each day, along with removing the trash. And of course the all-important coffee, make a fresh pot when you arrive. I like mine with just a drop of cream and I want you to have a cup on my desk shortly after we arrive. I will also have you fetch lunch for me and the other women as well, as they require. Let's face it; there is not much for you to do