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A mischievous grin spread across my face as I saw “Sissy Girl” flash on the screen. I tapped accept, wondering what adorable display she had cooked up for Mama tonight, knowing full well she’d be decked out in something impossibly cute, probably with a tell-tale bulge peeking from under her chosen ensemble.
“Mama!” a high-pitched squeal erupted from the speaker, and there she was, Emily – my sissy girl – beaming at me, while practically vibrating with excitement. She waddled closer to the camera, proudly showcasing her latest ‘outfit,’ a truly magnificent riot of color: a pastel rainbow onesie, ruffled bloomers peeking out from beneath, and even striped knee-high socks that mismatched just enough to be utterly charming. “Look, Mama! Look what I’m wearing!” she exclaimed, twirling clumsily to give me a full 360-degree view. Her cheeks were flushed with pride.
Sissy Girl Emily
“Oh, my goodness, Emily! You look absolutely adorable!” I cooed, leaning closer to the screen. She giggled, then promptly shuffled off-screen for a moment, returning with a teetering tower of colorful plastic blocks, which she carefully, yet precariously, placed beside her.
As she excitedly recounted the tale of her block-building adventures, her movements started to become a little more urgent. I watched, waiting for the inevitable. Finally, with a slight whimper and a sheepish glance at the screen, she mumbled, “Mama…can I…go potty…in my pull-up?” Her voice was barely a whisper, as if asking for the most forbidden of treats.
I feigned a dramatic sigh, placing a hand to my chest as if greatly distressed. “Oh, Emily, already? Didn’t we just have a little tink-tink not too long ago?” I asked, as my eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, alright, my sweet girl, Mama gives you permission. Just this once, because you asked so nicely!” She let out a small, relieved gasp, quickly scrambling off-camera with a little huff and puff. I listened to the tell-tale rustle and then the distinctly wet sound that only a full pull-up could make, followed by a contented sigh from her end.
A few moments later, my sissy girl reappeared, looking a bit flushed but undeniably relieved. “All done, Mama,” she murmured, a self-conscious wiggle accompanying her words. I clucked my tongue playfully, a mock sternness in my voice. “Oh, Emily, look at you, all wet and squishy! Mama knew you couldn’t hold it, didn’t she? Time for a refresh, my little sprout.”
I then instructed her to lie down on her changing mat, which she had dutifully placed next to her tablet. She obediently rolled onto her back, her little rainbow outfit a bit askew, ready for my virtual intervention. I guided her through the motions of cleaning up and getting into a dry pull-up. “Honestly, Emily, we keep trying with these big-kid pull-ups, don’t we? But it seems like every time, your bottom ends up soaking wet,” I said, my tone shifting to a condescending, yet utterly playful, register.
“You know, sweetie, if my abdl sissy still can’t quite make it to the proper potty, perhaps we should just go back to nice, thick, reliable diapers, don’t you think? It might be much easier for a girl who’s still learning.”
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