Beginning

A story set in the Revenge Tale series

All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.

“Tiffany! Your side is too low,” called out one of the drama club students. Tiffany snapped to attention and realized her side of the banner was indeed drooping. Quickly catching her mistake and apologizing, she re-aligned the paper and taped it to the wall.

“Go Damsels!” read the purple-and-gold banner as Tiffany hopped off the ladder. After some congratulations on a job well done and pleasantries with the other drama members, she started packing up her bag. Normally, she didn’t care all that much about football or school spirit and would brush off helping with the pep rally decorations. It just never interested her all that much.

She wasn’t feeling any last-minute wave of nostalgia or regret as the senior class got closer to graduating. No, Tiffany was volunteering for a completely different reason. She took her sweet time packing art supplies into her green dragon backpack, seemingly in her own world as she listened to music on cat-ear headphones.

Instead of music playing though, there was a series of clicking and, eventually, an alarm going off. As this alarm rang, a door opened down the hallway. Several girls were exiting a locker room, some of whom had their purple-and-gold cheerleading outfits slung over their shoulders. She watched them out of the corner of her eye while pretending to re-apply her pink blush. Tiffany noted that all but three cheerleaders had exited the room.

“Fifteen minutes…right on cue,” muttered Tiffany to herself. The past three days had been devoted to not just pep rally decorations, but also surveilling these girls. Specifically, she was noting the schedules of three cheerleaders. Becky, Bethany, and Stephanie, the trio of senior cheerleaders that led the entire pack. Also known as the “Bebes”.

It was an obvious acronym for their names, but she’d heard several jokes about them through the years. One freshman football player said that “Bebes” stood for Becky and Stephanie’s cup sizes. Their response to this included a satisfying slap from Becky before berating the boy and making him apologize. Then they forced him to run several laps in a cartoonishly padded bra. Another joke was the typical Queen Bee cliché. Yet another was the obvious baby jest, bebés and babies. But none of them took Spanish, so it went over their heads. And another was that it stood for the straight Bs the three must get. Tiffany never understood this one.

Becky and Stephanie sure, but Bethany she always remembered as being quiet and incredibly smart. She recalled her having an amazing science fair experiment back in middle school involving a basic automaton in the form of a giant teddy bear! She was still quiet, at least compared to Becky and Stephanie, but maybe Bethany had side-stepped academics in favor of athletics.

But none of that mattered, as Tiffany took another well-timed fourteen minutes to fiddle with her platform Mary Janes and the rest of her outfit, which consisted of a green skirt, a black and frayed band shirt, and cropped green jacket. She began walking down the hallway towards the locker room, with the next alarm going off after a minute.

Right then, the last three cheerleaders exited the room. Stephanie walked out first, her short, red hair damp while wearing a preppy yellow skirt and white polo combo. Becky had her long, black hair worn in a ponytail, with a set of blue leggings and tank top with the phrase “Boss” on them. Then out walked Bethany, her voluminous blue hair done up in two buns on either side of her head. She wore a white crop top and jacket with anime logos emblazoned all over, while her fluffy pink skirt paired cutely with her white gogo boots.

“Fifteen minutes before they exit after the others, but you can hear the pipes running from the girl’s bathroom for about ten…so that’s my window,” thought Tiffany as she walked past the girls. Becky and Stephanie gave her an angry glare as she passed, Tiffany smirking as she saw the former automatically cover her butt. Clearly, she didn’t want another wedgie. Bethany though, just gave her a soft smile before she blushed and looked down. “Odd,” thought Tiffany.

“Umm, y-you’ve got something on you…,” started Bethany, while Tiffany ignored her, pretending to listen to music, before Stephanie interjected.

“Yeah, Bethany’s right! You’ve got something on you, it’s the smell of loser,” laughed Stephanie, who reminded Tiffany that she hadn’t been wedgied yet. Alas, not wanting to give them any sign that she was paying any attention to them or the satisfaction of responding to their childish insults, Tiffany continued walking. But she noted this as yet another reason to put these three “Bebés” in their place.

She made her way over to the nurse’s office, which was on the opposite end of the school’s campus. The hallways were desolate as Tiffany steadily walked past empty classrooms. This side was further from the football field, so no one was decorating or prepping for the pep rally or playoffs after hours. She swapped from her timer app to some music knowing it’d be a few minutes to her destination.

I'm in the business of misery

Let's take it from the top

She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time before we all run out

The music helped keep her in the right mood, not wanting it her energy to wane before reaching her end goal. The motivation was helping her stick to her current plan, which had been in place for a few weeks now. She smirked to herself, thinking about how the “Bebes” were going to react to being brought down from the highest rung at school to being at her beck and call.

They were already annoyed at her protection of Luis, but this would ensure they’d never mess with her sissy ever again. Plus, it had the bonus of keeping them under her thumb for the foreseeable future, if everything went according to plan. Especially with her ace in the hole. Tiffany grinned as she wondered whether she might even get some new babysitting clients out of this plan, but where would she find time outside of watching her favorite ward?

Speaking of her favorite baby, she spotted a cute girl waiting outside the school workshop after rounding a corner. She wore a black and white plaid skirt along with an ‘Acid Romantic’ band T-shirt. Her navel was just barely showing. The girl was nervously shifting in her loafers, trying to hide in her oversized light purple hoodie. It didn’t completely hide her face, which showed signs of pink blush, purple eyeshadow, large eyelashes, and black lipstick. When the girl spotted Tiffany walking over, she yelped in surprise but ran over upon recognizing her.

Tiffany smiled as she watched the meek girl run towards her. Not being allowed a colorful wig today, his black hair was clearly grown out and well-maintained, his skin appeared soft and dewy thanks to her established routines, and if you looked close enough, one could spot nail polish that hadn’t been applied perfectly. “Something else he can work on,” she thought while giggling.

School was basically the only place Luis was allowed to wear his boy clothes, otherwise his mom and “Mommy” forced him into outfits that screamed goth, sissy, and/or baby. Tiffany giggled to herself as she wondered whether she could honestly say her baby was being forced at this point. Luisa was always ready to go whenever she was picked up for babysitting nowadays!

But today, she needed to be in multiple places at once without raising too much suspicion. So, after snatching Luis after school and marching him over to the empty drama room, she had him change into a disguise. Nothing too out of place at school, she didn’t this mystery girl to draw too much attention. She could tell he was surprised to not be allowed a wig or something that covered up his face more. Tiffany assured Luisa that with her gorgeous face all made up, no one would mistake her for a boy. But if they did, that’d be her fault.

So here he was, eyes wide, nearly brimming with tears as he neared Tiffany and almost ran directly into her arms for comfort. She almost felt sorry, considering that technically he could have just worn a different style of boy clothes…

“Mo-, Tiffany!" He blushed as he caught himself, too used to their routine at this point. She’d let it slide at school, although she relished hearing him say “Mommy” by accident whenever it did happen. His face would glow cherry red as he checked to see if anyone had overheard him. “I got everything you wanted from the nurse and workshop! C-can we go home now, please?!”

Tiffany grinned as she looked down at her teary-eyed sissy, her platform shoes giving her some height today. Lately, she’d grown accustomed to these sensations of dominance and power. In the back of her mind, she understood her plan wasn’t just for vengeance but also to chase these feelings. She wanted more.

“Oh, of course darling! You’ve been such a good girl today, we’ll get you out of those big girl panties and back in diapers back home” she laughed as she flipped his skirt, revealing a pastel green pair of panties underneath. Luis gave a girlish yelp as he grabbed his skirt. Still laughing, Tiffany began walking again, leaving him perplexed but quickly following in her wake.

“But tell me, did you get all the fabric, wiring, and straps from the workshop? And then did you get all the right sizes from the nurse’s office?” She looked over her shoulder to see Luis nervously glancing at each empty classroom they passed.

“Umm, yes! I got everything off your list in the bag…” He lifted a black duffel bag which bulged with whatever was inside. “Anddd, I eventually found the sizes in the student spare clothing room. I, umm, put a diaper into my bin like you said I should…b-but I don’t actually have to wear one at school, right?!”

“Only if you can keep your panties dry baby girl,” teased Tiffany.

“R-right…umm, so I found Becky, Bethany, and Stephanie’s bins. Got their clothing sizes and measurements…Along with the spare cheerleader’s outfit you said would be there...I almost got caught though! Someone walked in and I had to dive behind the bins to hide! It was so scary Mo- I mean Tiffany,” Tiffany was ready to burst seeing her sissy hide behind his hands, color having left his face as he relived the experience.

“Aww, but you didn’t get caught, did you?” Looking down at Luis, he shook his head. “I guess wearing panties for the first time worked out for you, huh? Otherwise, the noise from your big ole diaper would’ve given you away!” There was no end to Tiffany’s teasing, so Luis pulled up his hood to hide his face. Tiffany smirked as she grabbed her sissy’s hand and guided him through the school.

“So just to make sure…you got their tops, bottoms, bra sizes, shoes…was there anything else in any of their bins?” asked Tiffany, rather tentatively.

“No! It was just that, why-” Luisa was interrupted rather quickly by her.

“Just checking sissy! Can’t be too sure in trusting a little girl with even a simple task,” she winked at him, to which he responded with a blush.

“Oh, umm, you have something on the back of your skirt,” said Luis after a few minutes of walking in silence. Eyebrows raised, Tiffany checked her bum and felt something sticky. she pulled off some pieces of tape. She must have sat on them by accident when she was working on the banners. Balling them up and throwing them into a trashcan, she turned to Luis.

“Thank you, Luisa! But what were you doing looking at my butt without permission? I’ll guess I’ll have a good look at your pantied behind once we get back…with my hand!” Luis looked horrified as they made their way to her house.

Tiffany steadily fed pink fabric into the sewing machine, enthralled with the device. She’d spent a good portion of her babysitting money on it, then even more on fabric and notions. With the bolts of brightly colored tulle, cotton, sateen, satin, and performance fabrics lining her walls, the goal wasn’t to save money. At least not in the short term. No, she was delighted to begin crafting her own outfits for her little sissy…and others as well.

Looking up after finishing a seam, she admired the little sissy sprawled out on the floor in front of her. His diapered bum was wiggling absentmindedly, appearing ever so inviting. She let Luisa keep his punk schoolgirl outfit, but immediately diapered him after fulfilling her promise of spanking him. She grinned as she noticed splotches of red around the puffy diaper edges.

She considered whether she should be nicer to him tonight, as he was helping her so much! The reason he was on the floor was to cut out pattern pieces for her, reducing the amount of labor for her. He did such a great job when he had someone directing him.

“A good sissy listens to his mommy, who always knows what’s best,” she thought as she smiled to herself. Glancing back at her fabric, she nodded in satisfaction at the progress she’d made. It was a simple pink onesie, but she’d iron on some lettering later. Then, with the right accessories it would make the perfect baby outfit. “Maybe I should make one for Luisa…”

With the measurements Luisa had gathered for her, Tiffany had the means to make several onesies and outfits. She’d gotten the idea to buy her sewing machine after realizing the cost of getting custom outfits for the sissy was too high. Some folks over at Sissysmooch were happy to share their tips on sewing dresses and other clothing themselves though! Even though they mentioned the tedious nature of measuring, cutting out pattern pieces, ironing your seams, and hand stitching, she was excited.

After all, she had a sissy girl who had to listen to everything she said. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, with the bonus of having a perfect model for all her creations. She did plan to make a few things here and there for herself, but this was so much more fun. Surprisingly, even Luisa seemed into the idea, perhaps because he got to do something else other than humiliate himself for Tiffany’s sake. Speaking of which…

Tiffany was thinking about how to best humble a certain trio when her attention turned to the music playing over her speakers. The J-Pop, idol-style music genre wasn’t her typical choice, but she’d come across several examples while trawling Bethany’s Twinkle Twinkle account for inspiration. The girl loved posting videos about anime and manga, but specifically those related to idols and magical girls. Big Sister Idol School, the prequel Little Sister Idol School spinoff, Pretty Cute…all were incredibly adorable examples of what the cheerleader enjoyed.

Even more adorable were the videos she posted where she jumped around in colorful cosplay and idol-style uniforms. These videos were much more entertaining than Becky’s yoga and bimbo-style makeup tutorials or Stephanie’s aspirations to be a perfect housewife or pageant queen. She rolled her eyes at the thought of either style, but briefly enjoyed the thought of making Luisa dress up like them.

But for now, she settled on using Bethany as the cornerstone for her vengeance plan. She was the one who’d been bothering Luis the most after all.

After adding some thick pink bias tape to the hems for extra flair, she felt like tonight’s work on the pink onesie was finished. She’d complete the rest of it tomorrow night. Glancing at the time, she had an hour or so to spend with Luisa before sending him back home with his real mom. But this weekend both their parents would be gone, so she could host another sleepover. Plus, she could work on another surprise once he was gone…

“Baby girl, go ahead and clean up. We’ve been stationary for too long, it’s time to get moving! You’ve been practicing your next dance, right? If not, be ready to go home with an even more sore bottom,” she smirked as Luisa stood up and groaned.

After some stretching and setting up her camera, Tiffany started playing the song for tonight’s duet. She was in a fun mood after sewing so she settled on a cutesy set of clips, with the two of them dancing adorably and shaking their faces at each other.

Demo sonnan ja dame

Mou sonnan ja hora

Kokoro wa shinka suru yo

Motto motto

Watching the videos together afterwards was surprisingly sweet, even Luisa seemed to be enjoying herself. Tiffany smiled as she watched him cycle through the short clips repeatedly. As much as she loved toying with him… “I’m not going to let someone else mess with my sissy. Ooohh, these three airheads are going to pay.”

She continued to watch over Luisa with a mixture of care, protectiveness, and anger welling up inside of her. Luckily, a text snapped her back to the present. “Oh! Looks like your mom is here Luisa! Grab your stuff, wasn’t she going to take you to the movies before leaving for the weekend?”

Luisa put down the phone and walked over to his bag, bending over before pausing. After a few seconds of silence, his hands moved to his butt, clearly feeling his diaper and skirt. Blushing a deep red, he turned around to face Tiffany, his mouth agape.

“U-uhh, w-wait, where are my clothes from before?! I can’t go out to the car like this…she never told me about going to the movies!” stammered a panicked Luisa. He was looking around, trying to find a sign of his boy clothes.

“Ooohh, right. I may have left your clothes in my locker at school after I handed you your disguise. Whoops!” Tiffany shrugged, wearing a straight face. Luisa was trying to say something else before she moved to push him out of her room. Then she marched him down the stairs, her hand on his neck.

“Guess you should have thought of this earlier, your mom must have wanted this to be a nice surprise. Well, you’re wasting time and you don’t want to ruin your mother and son-I mean daughter time! That would make the two of us very upset,” chided Tiffany. She opened the front door, so both could see Ms. Corazón waiting for her child. Luisa turned to give Tiffany one last pleading look before she put on a fake frown and shoved him out the door with his backpack.