Chapter Five: Final Impressions

All characters depicted are 21+. This story contains mature kink-related themes.

I’m standing in the corner of the guestroom, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. My hands are gripped behind my back, not daring to unclench them after a strong command from Mother. Tears are still streaming down my face. My head is in an odd state of confusion and grogginess. In the midst of all this, I feel relief, as though I’m well-rested somehow. 

I shiver in my frilly nightie. With my fingers I can feel under the hem, just barely grazing the top of my ruffled panties. That means my bright red buttocks are on display to anyone else behind me…assuming my crying and surprised yelling woke them up.

I can hear disgruntled movement behind me. I fear the ire of Mother but at the same time want to figure out what’s going on. I shift my head ever so slowly, chancing a peek behind me. 

She’s rummaging through the pile of presents I made in the corner, tearing them open with a fury unlike anything I’ve seen. I try to see what she’s pulling out, but the lingering tears in my eyes are blurring my vision. Some of it looks familiar, some of it not. A lot of it is pinker and fluffier than what I usually like…and that’s saying a lot.

I glance at the door and spot Eve and Emma peeking in, like a pair of gossips. Eve is biting her lip and looks almost disappointed as she glances between me and my bed…could she be feeling sorry for me? Or maybe she’s disappointed in the state Mother found me? Emma looks like she’s torn between wanting to laugh and being annoyed. She’s staring at Mother going through my secret pile of gifts, maybe she’s frustrated at being woken up?

Mother begins to turn around so I quickly face forward, not wanting to be spanked again…

In my head, the incredibly brief morning until now unfolds. I was having the greatest dream, deep in sleep after a toiling day of being the family’s sissy maid. Effie and I are going at it, her on top of me. She’s telling me what a good girl I make, that she always knew I was a sissy. She’s dressed like Mother, her voluptuous proportions in that incredible set of emerald satin pajamas. It should feel weird, but it was so hot…

But the dream abruptly ended as I was jostled awake. Mother was yelling something about how I’m a naughty little girl. And then I found myself blinded by the lights in the room as my eye mask was torn off. Then I found myself face down on my bed, across Mother’s lap. For a brief moment I think I’m still dreaming, before the spanking begins. She slaps my ass with such surprising force that I soon find myself crying and begging for forgiveness. 

I didn’t even know what I was asking forgiveness for! But the spanking and berating continued. Then I’m being told about a series of punishments as I nod and cry. Then I’m in the corner…where I am now.

“Turn around Antoinette.” Her voice is level and softer than before, although it still carries a frightening weight behind it. I obey, turning around slowly while moving my hand to cover my crotch. “Tsk.” 

Mother makes a disgruntled noise and I immediately put my hands behind my back again. “S-sorry M-Mother!” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a grave look on both Eve’s and Emma’s faces. Clearly I’m in trouble if even Emma can be shut up.

Mother looks me up and down, her eyes lingering on my panties. I glance down to see what the issue is, afraid that my panties have fallen down. I grow bright red in the face as I realize the problem. On my ruffled pink panties is…a not pink stain. I look back at the bed and finally see the culprit, a sleek and bright pink vibrator. “Where the hell did that come from?!”

I put two and two together and begin to open my mouth before I’m brought to a screeching halt by Mother. “Not. A. Word. Young lady, I understand that you have some compulsions that my daughter may or may not be aware of…and that is something that all of us have. Some are more private than others…but young lady.” At this points she grabs the pink vibrator and waves it in my face. The girls' movements catch my attention as their heads follow the device. “To be a guest and to sully my home by pleasuring yourself, in my other daughters nightgown and underwear no less! That is not proper, appropriate, or…I am at a loss for words. It is clear that you have not been raised properly and it is up to me to fix that. Therefore, you shall imbibe in your little…compulsion. Although, not in the fashion that you expected.”

She places the device in her pajama pocket as she continues to glare up at me. At that point, Emma speaks up. “O-oh Mom, here I can take care of that for you! T-to hide it from Antoinette!”

She struts forward, ignoring Emma to her dismay. Even Eve looks disgruntled. She grabs my wrist from behind my back. Pulling me towards the bathroom, I can feel her begin to strip me of my clothes. “Girls, your baby sister will not be using her big girl bed for quite some time. Get out something more appropriate for her from her closet.” I can see a massive grin replace the scowl on Emma’s face as she dashes for her closet. 

I’m naked by the time I’m pushed into the shower, it being made clear that I’m to clean myself up. Mother is clearly watching me to make sure I don’t get up to any funny business. Part of me is glad that whatever happened last night left me feeling spent, so I don’t embarrass myself further in front of Mother.

As quickly as I can, I rinse myself clean and turn off the water before being handed a pink bathrobe. I’m almost disappointed that I don’t get panties to cover myself. That feeling is short-lived as I’m led over to my bed. Well, where my bed used to be. 

In a short amount of time, Emma and Eve have pulled out and re-constructed an old crib. Well, at least the bars are set around the bed frame. My mouth is agape as Mother continues to prod me forward, turning me around and pushing me back against the mattress. I’m looking up at everyone as Mother walks to grab something loud and crinkly from the corner.

Before I can see what it is, Eve stifles a giggle and Emma looks surprisingly resentful. My eyes grow wide. Mother is holding a large and fluffy pink rectangle, the source of all the noise.

“It is clear from everything that you have bought yourself that you wish to be my daughter’s newest sister. She’d always wished for a baby sister of her own, so she may finally get her wish.” 

The next few moments feel like a blur as my mind works to encompass the overwhelming feelings of embarrassment, shame, resentment, and confusion. My bathrobe is opened, leaving me naked. Eve covers her eyes while Emma takes a moment to giggle. I follow Mother’s touches as indicators to lift myself up while she wraps my red tush in a pink diaper. 

The single diaper is enough to envelop my crotch and push my thighs apart. As I try to close my legs, I can hear a distinct crinkle. Mother smirks as does Emma. It doesn’t end there though. She then slides a bright pink and shiny pair of panties over the diaper, which somehow fluffs up my butt even more. Even worse, they squeak with every movement, making it clear that I’ll always be heard. “At least it’s soft enough for my poor tender butt…”

White ruffled socks go on my feet, leaving way too much skin exposed for my liking. I hear rustling as Mother moves to pick up yet another present that I didn’t pick out. It’s being pulled forcibly over my head before I have a chance to see what it is. As I look down, I’m wearing a satin and tulle dress fit for an oversized toddler. 

The light pink puff fabric is overlaid with white sheer fabric. That itself is dotted with glittery polka dots. The large puff sleeves feel tight on my shoulders, white stiff ruffles lining the hems. The pink bodice has a bow directly below my collar and ends at my waist, the fluffy skirt and petticoats short enough to leave half my squeaky panties exposed. 

My silk bonnet is removed, revealing my still fresh bob to match Mother’s. She places a large bow atop my head before moving to some other packages.

Instead of heels or shoes…I get silky smooth and fluffy booties. Pink, of course. Following that comes a pair of matching mittens. Bows adorn spots where there are clearly locks meant to be attached. Emma wastes no time in getting those attached, her Mother raising an eyebrow at how easily she finds all of the hidden metal links on my outfit.

Shrugging her shoulders, Mother hands Emma more objects to adorn me with while she leaves the room to get herself dressed. She of course warns me to behave for my “older sister”. I only nod in acquiescence. Eve looks after her Mother, despondent as she eyes the toy in her pocket. Sighing, she also leaves to finish getting dressed.

In the meantime, I’m left alone with Emma, who takes her job of dressing me seriously. My outfit is adjusted and locked in places I wasn’t expecting. It’s clear that I’m trapped. The last pièce de résistance is a white bib with the words “Mommy’s Baby Girl” embroidered on it in emerald letters. 

Emma mutters to herself as she looks over it, forgetting that I’m there apparently. “There were supposed to be two of these…” She ponders over something before she glances at me, surprised at my expression. Something dawns on me. I look down at my prissy baby outfit, then at the corner of exposed presents, then at the bib. Then Emma. 

“W-wait! This is your dre-” Before I have a chance to say anything else, I feel something stuffed into my mouth. A large bulb fills it and something large and plastic covers it. She’s silenced me with a massive pacifier. I look up in annoyance before I see her glare.

“Not. A. Word.” She seethes as she places the bib around my neck. “If I so much as hear my precious baby sister utter anything naughty such as a lie as to where her presents from Santa came from to Mom or Eve…she’ll regret it.” At this point, she reaches into her pajama top and pulls out my phone. My eyes grow wide at this realization.

She opens up my camera and takes a picture of me. “Smile!” She turns the phone screen to me and shows me what I’ve become. An oversized toddler dressed in the most obscene pink outfit and diaper imaginable. I somehow wish I were wearing makeup so I didn’t look so pathetically like a baby girl in the photo. “I have soooo many more of these ready to share with all my friends and yours. Just in case you can’t keep your big mouth shut. Got it, baby sis?”

I slowly nod, frustrated at having to not only keep her secret but also myself trapped in this conundrum. Now I don’t even have the chance of getting Effie to come rescue me. “Where are you?!”

Mother and Eve come back dressed, the former delighted to see my sniveling in my baby dress. Even as I tower over her, I feel incredibly small and pathetic in my dress. The latter squeals over how cute I am. Apparently, Eve always enjoyed being an older sister according to Effie. With me all done up, I’m made to march downstairs while Emma gets ready for the day.

That doesn’t go very well when we all find out how slippery the pink booties are. I slide all over the floor before I’m made to scooch down the stairs on my rustling, squeaky butt like the overgrown toddler I'm dressed as. My butt emanating a loud sound with every step. Then, Mother has me crawl behind her as I’m no good on my feet. 

She smiles down at me, throwing me into another fit of embarrassment. I sink further into being putty in her hands. The rest of the day is a series of humiliating and degrading events. 

Mother feeds me oatmeal while the girls plan the day for me. I’m made to watch as Mother takes back my gifts, ready to trade them in for more diapers and outfits for her newest girl. She brushes my hair as she talks about how she’s going to raise me right. How lucky I am to be her girl and not a nasty boy. I’m re-educated on all things related to being a proper baby girl for her. Including a semblance of potty training as I’m not allowed on my own for a second, even with my mittens on. At the very least, she doesn’t make me use my diaper…yet according to her.

Emma spends as much time as she can teasing and messing with me. She makes me play with dolls and pretend to kiss as many boys as I can. As she cackles through her degradation of me, Eve comes through with a surprise and whops her on the butt. As Emma decries her older sister, Eve glares back at her, shutting her up. 

The oldest sister, a replica of Mother, pulls me into her lap and replaces my pacifier with a warm bottle of milk. I assume the oversized bottle came from Emma’s secret stash of gifts, but I’m more thrown off by how…sweet Eve is being. She hums me a lullaby as she pets my cheek and hair. I’m pulled in close to her chest, causing me to grow red as she notices me staring. She just smiles and keeps humming, feeding me the bottle. 

I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this especially after spending all day being prodded, humiliated, and chastised. I feel my eyes grow heavy as I rest on Eve, glad that at least her motherly instincts have kicked in. After my impromptu nap, she reads to me and tells me everything about how to be a proper lady.

Eventually I’m sent to bed, but only when another present in the form of an armbinder is found and placed on me. Mother warns me that if she finds a hint of moisture in my diapers the next morning, I’ll see a side of her I’ll regret. I gulp and nod, already scared enough of her. 

With the day’s events, I soon find myself falling asleep. Afraid of what’s to come without Effie, at the mercy of Mother, Eve, and Emma. 

My dreams are filled with an odd assortment of fantasies. Emma’s teasing and mocking. Eve’s tenderness. Mother’s scolding and chastisement. Then Effie is somehow doing all of them and…I’m enjoying it. 

I wake up in a sweat, realizing what I was about to do. I shift my diapered state, feeling around while my arms are locked away. Luckily, I feel dry. I sigh, hoping Effie comes back soon.

The next few days are more torture. Mother decides to dress me up in my maid’s outfit to teach me more lessons in being a refined lady. Eve dresses me as her baby sister and watches me play as she reads her books. Emma teases me while dressing me up in more outfits from her old closet.

I find myself giving into everything, completely aware that a part of me has fantasized about this at some point…but nothing like this reality. I’m afraid that I’m slipping into acceptance of my state and more so of what Effie will think of me.

The days pass without word from Effie, until New Year's Eve. I’m waking up from a well-earned nap when I realize…

“Rise and shine baby girl!” My eyes and smile grow wide as I stare up at my gorgeous girlfriend, who can’t help but giggle back at me. Then my eyes shift to horror as I realize I’m in my pink outfit with plastic pants and diapers. “Hehe, don’t worry silly girl! Mom has kept me up to speed on everything.” 

She continues to smile with her crinkled eyes as I stare back. “She knew?!”

She plays with my outfit and hair as she continues to talk sweetly to me. “I have to admit, I was kinda surprised to hear about everything going on! Oh right, I was stuck at my apartment because of all the snow and you weren’t answering your phone. I wanted to ask you about one of the presents you gave me...which clearly wasn't meant for me. So…when Mom told me about your whole…presents from Santa situation…I swung by your apartment and checked out your box, sorry!”

She looks truly apologetic as I continued to make shocked expressions. “It just…kinda all made sense. Buttt…I kinda always wanted a little sister.” She smiles down at me, her hand cupping my cheek. I grow red with embarrassment but lean into her touch. “Mom has also been telling me about how she’s teaching you to be a proper daughter for her…sounds like you’re getting the Eve treatment. But based on the pics she’s been sending me of you in that maid getup…I going to enjoy having someone to clean up after me.”

She smirks flirtatiously down at me as I realize what she’s saying. “And then as for the baby girl thing…well, let’s just say that when we get some alone time, I'm going to treat you to a sip from the source.” She nudges her breast as she winks at me. I grow even redder as I grin back at her.

“By the way…I was surprised I didn’t find more…baby stuff in your box. But I did find something else which will help me keep you in check.” She waggles a bracelet with a single key on it, my head filling with both dread and elation. “But then the biggest surprise was when I found something in my presents which didn’t add up…” 

She pulls out a present from behind her just as her family walks into the living room. “Oh perfect timing! So Mom, some of my presents didn’t really…fit me. And I don’t think they came from Antoinette here either. They came with an odd note…”

She pulls out a dress similar to the one I'm wearing, except it’s black and striped. Then a bib with the words “Precious Baby Sister” embroidered in emerald letters. I look around and see both Eve and Mother look puzzled while Emma…she looks startled. Effie grins.

“The note on these say ‘From Santa…to my precious baby Emma’!” There’s a moment of silence as Eve and Mother finally figure out what happened, but in that brief second…Emma bolts. 

Effie is left guffawing as Mother moves with surprising speed after her daughter. I feel a sense of relief that I’m finally in good hands and Emma is about to get her just desserts. Effie readjusts me to sit on her leg as she excitedly bounces me. We all listen to the sound of Mother catching up to her naughtiest daughter and wailing on her butt. 

I smile back at Effie from behind my pacifier. In another room I can hear Emma crying. Mother is chastising and berating her loudly about keeping those toys secret from her. How she’s going to be treated just like “her baby sister” if she got all those baby items for herself. Then how her punishment will be so much worse for the vibrator.

“B-BUT! I DIDN’T GET THAT FOR ME!!! THAT WAS FOR EVE!!! SHE ASKED ME FOR IT- I SWEAR!”

Effie continues to laugh as the color fades from Eve’s face. Mother calls out for her, to which she responds by despondently hanging her head and walking over to Mother. She quietly accepts her fate. As we’re left alone, Effie hugs me from behind and leans in. Her lips tickle my ear. “Oh by the way Antoinette…mom might like it when you call her Mother…but from now on you’re going to call me ‘Mommy’...”

I smile broadly, enjoying every second of hearing my sisters being punished while Effie holds me from behind. Maybe I didn't make a great impression on Mother, but I made a wonderfully amazing final impression on Mommy. Then the doorbell rings.

“Ohhh right last thing…I actually invited your mom for our New Year’s Eve party…sorry!”