Sissy Boy Adventures – Part 1

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Sissy Boy Adventures – Part 1First things first:- English is not my native language but I’m writing in english so I can share my stories with many people.- This will be an on-going story as long as I have fun writing it and as long as people are interested.- This first part is a prequel, so it doesn’t contain much action. It’s supposed to be a Sissy story so I just put it under the category “fetish”.- The characters will evolve along with the story, so maybe some things are not clear yet, but they will become understandable in time.- This is my first story.„Oh come on, Mom, I’m eighteen. Don’t you think I’m capable of being home alone one evening?”“Yes, sure dear, but…”“Dad, you tell her! She’s so overprotective. I’m not a k** anymore.”“Helen, do you really think this is neccesary? The boy has a point.”“Yes, but… still it doesn’t feel right. It’s the first time and we’ll be far away. What if something happens?”“What could possibly happen, Mom? Do you think I’d burn the house or what? Come on, this is complete BS.”“Now young man, keep your manners.”“Sorry Dad. But really, do I need a freaking babysitter at my age?”“Well, I don’t think you need one, but…”“See?!”“…but your Mom feels safer that way. Nicolas, I know you’re practically a grown up, you’re a handsome and smart young man by now. But look at Helen, she really worries about you and she worries about herself. Let it be this time. I promise I’ll talk to her this evening and next time you will have the responsibility you deserve.”“…promise, Dad?”“Promise.”“…Mom?”“Ok, Nicolas, I will listen to what your father has to tell me tonight, and we’ll talk about it all tomorrow, together.”“Good, I’ll take that as your word, Mom. Now off with you two or you’ll miss the train.”“Goodbye sweetheart, be a good boy. Mommy loves you and…”“Mom!”“…sorry, darling. We’ll be off then.”“Goodnight Nicolas. Don’t worry about your Mom, I’ll talk some sense into her.”“Thanks Dad. Goodnight.”Nicolas watched as his parents left the house. It was always like this, his Mom was a maniac when it came tuzla escort to protecting him. He sighed and waved to them as the taxi drove off.Then he looked at his watch. The babysitter should be there any minute now. He sighed again.Nicolas went into the kitchen and grabbed the bag of chips, then he sunk into the couch and turned on the TV. Babysitter, he thought. What a pain.The doorbell rang. That would be her. Or him, Nicolas didn’t know whom his parents had found this time. He knew the name was Sasha, but that didn’t tell much about the gender of his ‘protector’ for tonight.He opened the door. A slender young woman with dark hair stood outside and smiled. “Hi,” she said with a slight accent. “I’m Sasha. Are you Nicolas?”He nodded. At least she looks good, he thought as she walked in. Maybe this evening wouldn’t be as bad as he had expected.“So, you’re the baby for tonight?” she said as she sat down on the sofa. Nicolas smirked. “Yes, kinda. My parents are crazy.”She smiled again. “Well, I think this is cute. Oh, would you mind getting my bag inside? I left it by the door.”As he went to get a huge bag he wondered about her face when she said it was cute. Was this going to be a date? Hm, why not, she wasn’t ugly or something.He carried the heavy bag inside the living room and wondered how the hell she could even lift that thing alone. She was gone.“Sasha?”“Hey, are you there?”He looked inside the kitchen.“Are you on the toilet or what?”The door to the bath was open, the room empty.Nicolas went up the stairs where his and his parents rooms were. The door to his parents bedroom was closed but his door stood open. He could see Sasha as she rummaged inside his drawer.“Hey what the hell are you doing in my room?”“I’m searching of course.”“For what? You want money? You a thief or something? What the hell is wrong with you?”She gave him a glare, but she kept searching trough his undergarments. As he went near to grab her she turned around and slipped trough his arms. “Aha!” she said. “Found it!”She waved something white in the air.“I pendik escort knew you were a nasty boy!”“Hey, give that back!” Nicolas face turned red when he saw what she had found.“Whose is this, hm? Your Mommys? Your sisters?”“I said give it back you crazy …”“Or is it your own?”She ducked again as he tried to grab her, taking the frilly satin string tanga with her, and escaped trough the door. Nicolas stormed after her, yelling.“Did you buy it yourself, in a store?” she shouted as she fled trough the living room.“Or did you buy it online?”“Or did you send your girlfriend to buy it?”“Maybe you stole it from her! Oh, you’re naughty!”Nicolas yelled back while he chased her.“You’re the thief here, give it back! And I bought it online if you have to know!”“So it isn’t your Moms?”“NO!”Suddenly she stopped.“You should wear it.” she said.Nicolas nearly bumped into her.He tried to grab her hand but she turned and slipped away like a fish. Finally he gave up and stared at her while he panted heavily. “Wipe that smirk outta your face. I wont wear that.”“Aww, come on.”“No. Give it back.”“Please?”“Hell no!”“Pretty please? I’ll show you something if you wear it.”“What?”“Hmmm, I’ll let you see what’s in my bag.”“As if I care.”“Oh you would care, and you’ll enjoy it.”He still looked sceptical. This was some crazy bitch, he thought. But otherwise, maybe this was going to be the sort of crazy sex adventure you could tell noone, but you wouldn’t want to miss. So finally he nodded.She handed over the silk. “Promise?”“Promise.”He went to the bathroom, hoping that this would turn out good.What could be in this heavy bag? A giant lipstick? A hundred lipsticks? He decided to leave the rest of his clothes on, maybe, just maybe this girl was not just crazy but also mean and would take a picture when he left the room.As he was dressed again, he went back into the living room. Again, she was gone. “Sasha?”“Come upstairs,” he heared her voice from his room.He sighed and walked up the stairs. She must really like it there, he thought. At the same time he aydınlı escort wondered how she managed to get her enormous bag up. As he went into his room, he startled and took a step backwards. His whole room had changed!Where his messed up sleeping corner was, stood a lovely bed with pink cushions.His window was decorated with Winnie Pooh curtains. On the floor was a playing mat out of light blue rubber with little hearts and clouds on it. Some toys lay around, and his lamp had changed from a naked bulb into a heart shaped Dora the explorer lamp. All his posters had vanished and instead he could see some Teletubbies and Thomas the tank engine pictures.“Wha…” he began, but couldn’t get on with it as he saw Sasha sitting on the bed. She wore a pink maid dress complete with bonnet, apron and high stockings.“Come over here, little baby boy”, she purred.He did a step forward.“Nonono,” she said, “baby cannot walk, silly. Baby must crawl. Come over to Sasha.”She smiled a heartly, warm smile and padded on the blue mat before her.This is crazy, Nicolas thought. This is freakin crazy. She is freakin crazy, and I will be, too when I play along. He shook his head. “It’s a trick,” he said. “There’s a camera somewhere and you’re crazy.” She pursed her lips and stood up, looked at him like a puppy. “You don’t wanna play with me?” she said very sadly. Nicolas suddenly felt guilty.“Come on, be my baby for tonight, it’ll be fun. I’ll be very very good to you.”She walked trough the room towards him. Her dress rustled and Nicolas felt very hot. She pressed herself against his body and chirped: “I’ll give you some milk, baby.”Slowly she took off his shirt. Nicolas was strangely turned on by all of this, the pink colour made him kind of dizzy. Sasha looked adorable in her maid uniform. “I can feel that you like it,” she sait as she grabbed gently between his legs. As she pressed lightly against his erection he moaned, he couldn’t help it.“So, do you want my milk?”“Yes…”“Do you want to be my baby?”“Yes…”“Will you be my little princess?”“Oh yes…”“Then come crawl to me, sweetie.”She sat on the bed again and Nicolas took off his jeans. She smiled as she saw that he kept his promise. Slowly Nicolas crawled onto the blue mat. He felt he would be crawling a lot in the future.to be continued

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