Joshua

Chapter 17

Joshua's crisis of the day before was a good thing in one regard. It showed Joanne and Howard Glossar just how far they could push their new baby girl before she broke, information that would be useful in the weeks to come. After the first few days when they gently guided her back, they began to get rough with their daughter again. 

Joshua was sitting in front of his mommy's vanity getting his daily lesson in makeup and deportment. Skills Joanne was pounding into him. Joshua had his head bowed in shame, he couldn't bear to look his former wife in the eye in his current condition. "Now then," she began as she placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head so he could see her, "what is your name?"

"Jocelyn," he murmured with his thumb in his mouth. That was not allowed. She abruptly pulled his hand away and slapped it with her hairbrush. "Say it louder," she demanded.

"Jocelyn," he repeated.

"That's your name when you are with mommy and daddy. What is your name when we introduce you to strange men who want to play with your things?"

"I am Mommy's Little Diaper slut."

"And what is your other name?"

"I am Mommy's Sissy Boy Baby Whore."

"And when are you Mommy's Little Diaper slut?"

"When I want the pleasure of sucking on their enormous pee-pees, Mommy."

"That's right. And when are you Mommy's Sissy Boy Baby Whore?"

"When I want to feel their enormous pee-pees in my tiny poop hole, Mommy."

"And when is that?"

"Whenever and wherever strange men want to play with me, Mommy."

"Well, for once you got something right, Jocelyn," Joanne smiled. "Now then," she continued as she picked up a tray of lipsticks, "Which one of these would you like, Jocelyn?"

Joshua was trembling. He had no idea which one to choose. He began to bring his thumb to his mouth and then remembered he shouldn't do that, so he sat on it instead. With his other hand, he picked out a tube of pastel-colored gloss, "this one, mommy?"

"Wrong again!" his mommy exclaimed, striking another blow with the brush. "Listen to me," she shook the boy, "a little girl likes bright shades of lipstick and glitter in her mascara. Now, which one do you want?"

With a trembling hand, Joshua picked out a garish shade of red and showed it to his mistress, "This one, Mommy?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

Joshua thrust the tube towards his mother and with as much confidence as he could muster, which wasn't much, exclaimed, "This one, Mommy!"

"Good girl,Jocelyn ," Joanne smiled, "And now which mascara goes with that lipstick?"

Joshua's hand hovered over the tray of mascara. He was afraid of making another mistake. 

"Oh!" she scowled. She grabbed his hand and directed him towards the glittery mascara she wanted him to choose. "Pick it up, now!"

Joshua held the mascara in his little hand.

 "And why did you pick that mascara, Jocelyn?"

"Because it's nice and pretty and glittery, Mommy."

"That's right. Now show me how you put them on."

Joanne spent the next two hours teaching her sissy baby how to apply makeup. He wanted to be careful and exact. She demanded that he apply it haphazardly, the way a child who had sneaked into their mommy's room and stole her things would. When she was satisfied, she moved on to perfume. Next were "grownup clothes" like a little girl would wear. 

Joshua protested. He was now completely incontinent and he knew he would spoil anything that didn't have some sort of moisture-proof barrier. Joanne was insistent and so Joshua learned all about little girl's clothing and shoes. It was part of the performance she, Jocelyn, would put on for the men who frequented the Saturday night events she was taken to. 

"Mommy's Little Diaper slut" as Joshua was referred to in the ads that appeared on certain sites on the dark web, would put on a performance for anyone who would like to watch, where she soiled herself, was spanked and made to wear those infantile clothes suitable for "Mommy's Sissy Boy Baby Whore". "If you want more," the ad stated, "then you must have deep pockets."

The invitations poured in.