I knew it was futile to resist, but I still tried to hold it. It wasn't long before I gave up the battle, opting for comfort instead. It was a relief to let it out, but then it felt awful in the seat of my diaper. My mother did not make me wait long for a change, and though it was embarrassing, this time I was very happy to get my diaper changed. I am once again destined to travel to Fantasy Island. Assignment # 3 is my Bonus Trip – Double Down. I still remember my first trip to the Fantasy Island Casino and I know that this trip to the Casino will not be any more fun than my first trip to the Casino. Well after about a week of this, I found a messy one in her room after she’d left for school. When she got home I asked her about it as I’d told her I did not want her pooping in her Pull-Ups. She admitted to doing it, and that she’d kind of enjoyed it.

This Semester is dedicated to a class curriculum of “Sissy Girl” Home Economics. It is supposed to be a learning experience of what to expect as a Sissy Girlie Cross-Dresser in preparation for readmission to “The Institute for Cross-Dressing Punishment”. This Semester looks like a lot of difficult Sissy Courses and I am already behind in starting my first course and further behind in posting my course report. It has sheets on it," Britney pointed out, obviously not believing the story. Mom didn't say anything more, effectively ending Britney's questioning, so she just shrugged. Mom put the side up on my crib and was ready to leave with Britney. "Umm – I could stay the night in here and watch the baby for you," Britney suddenly offered. "I could just sleep in the other crib – with the side down of course." Functionally, this assignment was identical to the three that came before it—get dressed up, clean apartment, submit evidence along the way and at the end, proving that apartment is indeed clean. As this was a punishment for doing poorly on my previous assignment, however, new elements are restrictions were put in place to make the assignment even more difficult. First, my wrist cuffs had to be clipped together (which makes for extremely difficult cleaning) and my ankles had to be bound together on a short chain or rope. When you combine the ankle bondage with the super-stuffed diaper, all sorts of misery ensues, just from how you’re forced to walk. I hope this is the last time those two things ever make an appearance in the same assignment. Additionally, I had to mess my diaper before I started, and I wasn’t allowed a change until I finished—I haven’t finished by the way, so four hours later I’m still sitting in the same messy diaper, can I be done yet?Well - I ummm..." I turned red with embarrassment. "I mean, I was kinda hoping.... well, when I was six and I wet the bed a few times, you scolded me and threatened to put rubber sheets on the bed, or maybe even put me in diapers and make me sleep in the crib..." Pam looked blank for a minute, then suddenly a look of understanding came over her face. "Oohh – so THAT'S what Mom was doing in the extra bedroom this afternoon," she said, almost to herself. I hadn't thought about it, but this now posed a problem for me. Here I had been planning on getting myself out of diapers within a couple weeks so that I could help Tina, but now Tina was out of diapers before me. I hadn't realized just how much of my potty training I had actually lost. The real problem was that as long as Tina had been in the nursery, I was woken up each night when she got up and was able to use the potty. Now, the first night with her gone, I slept through the whole night. I have major issues with my body. I am, even at my age with 3 kids, in pretty good shape. I was always skinny and athletic. I always had bigger than average boobs and a sexy, curvy butt. My husband adores my body and has never said anything otherwise. The problem is that I feel a deep, deep shame when it comes to my body. I think it was because my parents used nudity as punishment.

After my spanking I had to stand in the corner for 10 minutes. I was promised that I was going to be returned to diapers at sleep times now for at least another week. My thoughts turned toward that idea and I realized that as long as I stayed in diapers, I would not have to worry about having an accident in Goodnights and getting spanked again. Tina was trained now, so there wasn't any pressing need for me to get out of diapers (and apparently there never really HAD been), besides the presence of a little teasing from Pam. Perhaps it would be best if I just stayed in diapers now.First, i am sorry yiu ever had to put up with this. How bizarre, not only to do it to you, but to have the older boys hold you down. You'll find out soon enough," Mom said. "Of course, if you'd rather be diapered in front of Pam and her friends, I'm sure that can be arranged. Maybe they'll want to help. . . "

Britney shyly asked if she could help get me ready for bed. Mom gave consideration to this, and then replied that she would call Britney to come down and help after my diaper was changed. "Okay!" Britney chirped happily to this compromise. I was relieved she wasn't going to let Britney help change my diaper, but at the same time I wondered what else was left. Usually Mom just sent me to bed in the diaper and a t-shirt. But Mom – they always come over during the day at least and if they do, they'll see the diapers in the Living Room anyway!" Pam whined. "Besides, it isn't fair to punish me just cause THEY wet the bed." She glared in our direction.After that day, every time I did something she didn’t like, I was again put in diapers as a way of punishment. None of the other children were ever punished this way as she used me to threaten them the same treatment if they misbehaved. Though they did misbehave at times, she never diapered them which still puzzles me. This all really happened though I can’t prove it. But I’m sure it does happen and still goes on since it happened to me. The sissy student shall setup the Tub with appropriate Bed Padding, Baby rubber sheeting and little Baby sissy Girl sheeting. She will sleep in this each night I glanced at Pam and saw she had a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat in 's Adventures in Wonderland. Most of the time she was a quiet, good girl, but I had also seen with her sister, she could have a mean streak sometimes. I wasn't sure what I should expect, now that an eleven year old was "in charge" of me.

Britney rummaged around for a minute, giggled a bit, and finally pulled out an ultra-short nightie. Mom turned to see what she had. "Oh! Not that dresser – that one was for Ti. . . " Mom stopped, not really willing to expose Tina now that she was out of diapers. "That will be fine," Mom said, and watched as Britney put it on me. It was entirely too small, but that made it all the cuter as almost my entire diaper was visible. Oh come ON, Pam!" I said, annoyed. "You know I am not about to let you tie a bib on me and feed me a baby bottle!" It was just a change of guestrooms for me, in a way. The bed was going to take a lot of getting used to, but it wasn't really all that much worse than what we were already subjected to. Pam teased us a little more, but she already did so much we were almost numb to it. Immediately when arriving at home, the sissy student is to go to the nursery, put on a diaper and rubber pants and baby romper set

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Yes, I do wear diapers/briefs/protection when traveling and being in other stressful situations. The wearing of a diaper now is for me an informed decision to choose a non-medicinal and non-surgical form of treatment. I receive reassurances from my husband that all is well, that I am okay and I am loved. I have been silent too long and have not wanted to participate, but I have completely supported Mistress Katzenburg in her attempts to train my Sissy. However, Mistress Katzenburg and I are in agreement and are completely disgusted with your feeble attempts and poor attitude. With urging by Mistress Katzenburg, I will no longer be passive, but will take a more active Role in assiting Mistress Katzenburg and the Institute in your training and punishments. This evening," she said. "Looks like YOU gave her the idea yourself. Nice goin! Not that *I* have anything to worry about." I have a deal to make with you two," Mom said after she sat down with Tina and I in the downstairs sitting room. It was the second day of our "treatment" – Tina had been dry this morning while I had been wet again. Pam was still moping around and bemoaning that she was going to lose all her friends because they could no longer come over to the house. Well, you're going to try anyway," Pam said. I felt her finger suddenly in the elastic of my diaper. "Your diaper is still dry, and I'm not gonna get up more than once a night, so let's go," she commanded. She took my hand and pulled me out of the crib to my feet. Of course, being bigger than her I could have resisted, but I allowed her to do it rather than make a fuss.