I’m the Babysitter

I’m the Babysitter I wasn’t expecting any company, so when the doorbell rang I was quite surprised. I looked through the peep-hole to see a young man in his late teens standing on the front porch. Feeling no threat from the small-framed man-boy I opened the door. “Yes?” “Hello Miss. Are you the babysitter?” The … Read more

Drugstore Baby 2

Drugstore Baby 2 Chapter Five – A New Customer By three that afternoon I had wet and messed my diaper again and was pacing around the room – as much as my restraint would allow m too – not wanting to lay in my own mess. I had assumed my Aunt would not return until … Read more

Drugstore Baby

Drugstore Baby Chapter One: Stocking I first worked for my Aunt when I was 14. She owns a pharmacy, and ever since Uncle Norman ran off I had spent my summers helping her out. She paid me well, and was real easy to work for, so I didn’t min giving up my play time to … Read more

The Community

The Community Introduction – Home Again The marriage lasted just seven months. My mom had warned me, and now I had to face the music as, at age nineteen, I carried boxes of my belongings back into her home and up to my childhood room. I took my time putting my things away to avoid … Read more

Campfire Family – Chapter Three

Campfire Family – Chapter Three Bill whipped me hard and I had to force myself to stay bent over the old well and take it. As he punished me, he explained that I needed to stop pretending to be “grown up” and accept that my parents knew what was best for me… and that after … Read more

Campfire Family – Chapter Two

Campfire Family – Chapter Two I woke up just before dawn, as sunlight was just starting to peak out from the horizon, casting an orange glow into the cabin’s windows. I needed to pee, as I always had to in the morning, so I quietly tiptoed out of the cabin and went to the outhouse. … Read more

Brian’s Baby Bitch

Brian’s Baby Bitch I was still in high school having started a year late, so at eighteen I still lived at home with my parents. This was really limiting my lifestyle choices. I longed to be able to dress like the sissy baby I really am, but my very religious family would never allow it. … Read more

Back to the Nursery

Back to the Nursery I woke up just enough to realize I was wetting the bed, but not enough to do anything about it. Feeling my lounge pants grow damp and warm confirmed it for me, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. The sun was pouring in the window when I opened … Read more