"LITTLE ONE" The Making of a Sissy Baby by Robin Ecker Part I: The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office..... "You don't understand poor baby. You don't understand that I can do absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me." she thought. The Blonde was right. But you didn't want to believe it. The drug -- you weren't sure how she administered it, or what it was -- but it made you like putty in her hands. It didn't make it any easier that she was younger than you, or that she was beautiful. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but helpless to do anything about it. You couldn't ever seem to remember anything about your secessions with her after they were over -- it was like a dream. She flipped her long blonde hair back, smiling, completely in control. Self-assured and she knew it. She knew she controlled you, but it was what she DIDN'T know about you that had you worried. No! She couldn't possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could she???!! "Come on, lay back and relax, 'Little One.'" She liked calling you that because it made you feel inferior to her, somehow weaker, more submissive. She jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. She didn't know just how close to the mark she was! "Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me, what you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be sweet, Little One." It wasn't suppose to be like this!!! It was suppose to be cold and professional. It was suppose to be distant! She was suppose to be a professional. More than that, she was an employee. Yes, not only an employee, but she was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank! But it was YOU who was complying.....YOU who lay on the couch. Like in a very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very much aware that this girl was on the edge of pulling down that carefully crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety. It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn't anything you could do to stop the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the fear, but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond.... "Tell me, Little One," she gently prodded, "tell me a secret. Tell me a secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must. You'll feel ever so much better." She smiled, crossed her shapely, long, nylon clad legs. She watched your face for any reaction. She purposely let her skirt ride up her thing. Not whorishly..... seductively. She caught it! "You like it, don't you?" "What?" "Don't lie, Little One. You like my legs. You can't seem to take your eyes off them. Trying to peek up my skirt, you bad boy?" "no, no i didn't...." an almost pleading whisper "Now that's interesting. Yes, interesting." she smiled. Did she have something? Did she pick up a scent? "Most men wouldn't mind acknowledging they liked a well shaped woman's leg." She shifted her weight and you heard the 'sizzle' of nylon rubbing on nylon. Again, she caught your reaction. "It IS the legs, isn't it??? Hmmmmm, maybe not." she said thoughtfully. "What is it then, if not the legs? What is it Little One?" Before you could answer, she shifted again, slowly rubbing her legs together. Again you heard the nylon rubbing. She saw you flinch. "Ah, I think I understand now!" she mused. She was proud of herself. "It's the stockings. The nylons! Isn't it, Little One? It's my nylons!" "yes." You were compelled to tell the truth. "Oh! Little One! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a break through!" -- LATER -- A Corporate Executive Office -- "So what have we accomplished after seven secessions? Do we know 'Little One' any better?" The stylish, aggressive woman executive took a particular delight in your new nickname, 'Little One.' She liked it, she hoped for more... The Blonde was eager for the older woman executive's approval. "He's still very reluctant to express any strong feelings. He won't open up, even after our drug treatment. But today I caught an interesting reaction. He was aroused as I crossed my legs and showed a little thigh." "Hardly significant, I would think. Don't most heterosexual males react to that stimuli?" the female executive asked. "True, but I think he may have had a stronger reaction to my NYLONS. The sound the stockings made, as I shifted my weight. The texture, the color. He acted like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar when I pressed him on that." "So, perhaps we have a fetish? That could be useful." the older woman smiled. "It fits the personality profile we're building, but I think there may be more, quite a bit more. A fetish is interesting, and useful. But I think 'Little One' is more complex than that. To paraphrase: 'Me thinks he doth protest too much' his lack of interest in the stockings." The older woman looked thoughtfully at the Blonde psychologist. "What then, a cross-dresser?" "Maybe. Even better if he were a closet submissive. We need to do a bio-feedback check. It should give me the edge I need over him. It will be less expensive, in the long run." The Blonde fingered an expensive wrist watch which had a small, intelligent bio-feedback sensor implanted in its plate. "Give him this, call it a reward, make up some excuse. Then send him to our lab's waiting room." "Nice watch, but what is it going to tell us, besides the time?" the woman executive asked. The Blonde psychologists smiled, obviously proud of her high tech approach. "The watch, actually the bio-feedback sensor, will give us a reading on what turns him on. He will know he has at least one hour to wait for his appointment, that he has some time to kill. The film from our hidden cameras will be correlated with the responses from the bio-feedback sensor." "What are you going to do, show him blue movies??" she laughed. "Nothing quite that drastic. He will have a very limited choice of magazines to page through while killing time for his appointment. Nothing pornographic, mind you. I had something more subtle in mind: Vogue, Mirabella, Harpers, Cosmo, maybe even Ebony and Mademoiselle. Let's see what he hits on, what really interests him." "I can even tell his preference in lingerie by measuring the amount of time he spends looking at a panty ad, along with his biological responses." "Very well, get to it. We need results. This is very important appoour company." -- A WEEK LATER, AT THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE -- "So, what exactly is our Little One? A cross-dresser, a fetish, what have you learned?" she asked the Blonde psychologist. "You'd be surprised! First, he completely ignored virtually all the photographs which included naked people, both male and female. He even ignored the swim suit spreads." "So, our boy doesn't like pictures of naked girls?" the executive asked. "No, I'd say that 'skin' doesn't turn him on. Here's a partial list, by magazine, type of photo, and physical reaction: 1. Cosmo -------- naked woman -------- no response (no response) 2. Cosmo -------- panty shield ad ----- mild erection (Stared at photo for five full minutes, erection grew stronger) 3. Cosmo -------- female dominant pic --- mild erection (Rubbed thighs together, obviously excited.) 4. Mirabella ---- Victoria's lingerie --- mild erection (Just scanned the advertisement.) 5. Mirabella ---- "Linda" lingerie------- strong erection/spotting (Stared appoover five minutes, very strong erection. Picture not especially revealing, although lingerie appeared extremely frilly and feminine. Indications of "pre-cum" secretions.) 6. Ebony -------- raised skirt photo ---- strong erection/heavy spotting (Over five minutes staring at picture. Indications of "pre-cum" secretions.) 7. Ebony -------- LUV's diapers ------ strong erection/heavy spotting (Very strong reaction to diaper advertisement. Extremely strong erection. Subject obviously "moist" -- pre-cum stain near groin. Could very well have ejaculated, but "calmed down" while on the edge.) "He has a very unique sexuality. He ignores pictures of naked women. But he likes women in short, revealing skirts, especially if it seems like the wearer is being exposed by a gust of wind or is appced to wear especially revealing skirts. He was turned on by any ad that showed a woman with her skirt being blown about her thighs. He came close to ejaculation when he saw a photo of a young woman, again, in Ebony, with a skirt cut so short it exposed her panty clad vulva. The photograph actually made it look like she had a penis, the vulva was so pronounced. He loved that." The woman executive pondered this inappmation, as the Blonde continued. "The panty shield ad showed a girl in lacy bra and lacy tap panties. He had a very nice erotic reaction. But I think he was more interested in her clothing than in the girl." the Blonde continued. "He was also aroused by a picture of a sexy female executive dressed in a "dominant black" business suit with the tops of her nylons exposed. The woman was surrounded by a group of fawning office boys, obviously submissive to her." "Straight, but likes to be dominated?" the executive asked. "Close. Very close. He paged through a copy of Mirabella and we got a very powerful reaction to a designer lingerie advertisement by "Linda.