We'll keep the door open," said Nurse Chalmers. "There are bound to be ladies coming along to the viewing wing and I expect some of them will enjoy seeing this drip being made a fool of. But first Matron Heffington is expecting him in her treatment room." Turning to the hapless husband she added," she's going to give you your weakening dose, isn't she, little fellow?"

http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-003t.jpg)](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-003s.jpg) I've got a bag full of mine here," said Mrs Shaw, the sissy's mother-in-law. "I have two lots of panties at home: used and clean. I change them at the end of the month, so I always have a couple of dozen panties to put him into."

He was finally unfastened from his chair to be prepared for going home as his wife's baby girl. He was relieved of his bonnet and very messy rubber panties, and put into diapers and plastic pants on Arlene's knee. He almost sank out of sight in the skirt of her deeply petticoated dress. As both nurses used the panties in their hands to fondle his helpless erection, the sissy let out squeals of misery as if being tormented with red hot irons. Matron, in the meantime, spread her lavender panties over his face, smoothing them round so that she occasionally closed his mouth to stem the noise, while at other times she smothered his mouth and nose together, or simply spread the silk panty over his face with her hand over it.

Winter Velvet Bummies, Velvet Skirted Bummies, Holiday Baby Diaper Covers, Velvet Baby Bow, Velvet baby Bow Hello dear. I'm Nurse Dressingham and I'm newly appointed at Cry Baby. Can I ask you for your name please?" http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-010t.jpg)](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-010s.jpg) This is what a pervert like you wants to see, isn't it?" said Nurse Maxwell, smiling with contempt at his weeping face. She lowered her pink dress and stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her bra, panties and pantyhose. Nurse Sweetbotham did the same, her widely rounded posterior gleaming in navy blue hose. They opened one of the closets and took out a pair of long rubber gloves each, which they fed, inside out, onto their hands and rolled higher until the rubber rim was almost in their arm pits. From the drawers inside the closet they produced handfuls of flesh coloured rubber garments.Arlene!" they heard from the patient's chair, and looked round to see his bottle being presented to his mouth. "Darling, stop them fro... gug-guggnnnggghhh!" http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-016t1.jpg )](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-016s.jpg) All heads turned to see the newly arrived patient in the big, straight, red coat and red high heels. There were no other babies or sissies at this hour of the morning, but six or eight women were waiting for the treatment rooms to open for spectators at 9am. The schedule for each of the eight galleries was posted on the screen above the babywear display cases, and the women were deep in discussion as to which baby treatment they would like to witness. Henry attempted to turn and leave at once, but he was held by the sleeves and propelled forward into the middle of the hall. http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-011t.jpg)](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/04/sissybilly_100411-011s.jpg)

Miss Cuddlesworth, isn't it, with Baby Henry?" asked the reception nurse. "Would you like to leave the duty nurses to deal with him while we sign him in and arrange for your dress changes?" With so many demerits I fear that I will never erase all my demerits and I am at your mercy in trying to erase them.

That's what we like to see, isn't it, nurse... Wimpy fastened up nicely so that he suffers complete restriction. We'll fasten his wimpy bits into even more rubber latex: that will make him feel more babyish, which is just what he deserves." Arlene... for God's sake... what are they doing to me?... Take me home, my dear, dear Arlene... Pleeeeease!" Mummy, pleathe don't make me wear the thithy blouthe," he cried, his voice descending again into a wail. His penis was rigidly stiff in front of him and he felt utterly defeated as his mother fastened his blouse buttons down the front.