Book Excerpt for Sissy Runaway Baby Doll

Sissy Runaway Baby Doll Extract

Unhappy at Home * Run Away! * Taken Home by a Beauty * The Shower * Meet Cathy and Erica * Pink Nightie for Beddy Bye Time * His First Night on the Job * Sun Dress for Playtime * Career as a Baby Doll * Pink Ruffled Baby Doll * A Baby Doll That Pees and Poops * Showing Off Pink Panties at the Mall * There's No Place Like Home

Wendy

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The bathroom was spacious and luxurious. Cass quickly flossed his teeth and brushed them. He hadn't realized how much he missed having a clean mouth. It tasted so much better than a build-up of food particles and crud.

He was fascinated by the large assortment of feminine creams, gels, hair lotions, powder, perfumes and skin conditioners displayed on the bathroom's counter. Did all that stuff actually have a particular purpose? He couldn't image how one person could need so many. And that was only the stuff girls put on them before the makeup to make them look even more beautiful.

He shook his head with amazement. Much as he loved girls (much more than they loved him), he was glad he wasn't one. Their lives seemed very complicated by all the beauty stuff they had to buy and actually use or be banished for life from popular society.

Two large, fluffy pink soft terrycloth towels hung from a rack.

Cass stripped off his clothes and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped into the shower and pulled the translucent shower door shut.

He felt so dirty from sleeping outside on the dirt for the last few nights, not to mention not taking a shower or bath, just washing his hands in public bathrooms.

He washed his hair twice like people said to do, although he hadn't ever before because his hair felt squeaky clean with one dab of shampoo. Then he left the conditioner on for at least ten minutes while he soaped himself down from forehead to toes, not missing any spot, then scrubbing himself raw with the wash cloth and then with a loofah.

Finally he felt totally clean and refreshed, and exhilarated from the blessed hot water on his skin.

He shut off the shower, slid the glass door open and stepped out of the bath tub. The room was so filled with steam he could barely see. He half-blindly reached for one of the towels hanging from the rack . . .

And felt nothing.

He groped all around, but the entire metal bar was bare.

What happened? Cass was sure he left the towels hanging there. Maybe he'd reached for the wrong rack. He wasn't familiar with the layout of this bathroom.

So he started at the door and went around the bathroom on all sides, but could not see any towels of any colors, anywhere at all.

What's more, now that the steam was clearing and a cold draft from the doorway was making him chilly, he could see that his clothes were not on the floor any more.

What the hell?

He was trapped -- naked and helpless in a strange woman's bathroom!

Meet Cathy and Erica

He was scared and furious, and trying to figure out what to do, when he heard loud giggles and laughter coming from behind the door.

It swung open, and two gorgeous young girls his age walked in, followed by Tiffany.

The girls each held a piece of thin fabric, and Tiffany held one of the pink towels.

She must have stolen it and his clothes while he was in the shower. The nerve!

Tiffany saw the look on his face but kept laughing. "Come on, it's not so bad. I'll dry you off myself."

"I don't need anybody to dry me off. And where are my clothes?"

Tiffany turned to the girls and gave a big shrug of the shoulders as if to say, see what I go through for you?

"You haven't even said hello to Cathy and Erica. Small wonder you've never had any. Two hot teenage girls walk into the bathroom while you're naked as the day you were born, and all you can do is ask about your clothes. You'll never get laid if you keep this up."

"Maybe he can keep something else up," Cathy said, laughing. She was tall with long straight blonde hair, and exceptionally beautiful. Her legs were long and lean, and her breasts big and firm. She was everybody's favorite cheerleader. Cass felt himself drool.

"We're too much for him," Erica said. Short, thin and dark, she was just as beautiful in her own way as Cathy, but exotic. Her black hair was cut so one large bang hung down stylishly to the side. Her small breasts barely pushed out her low-cut knit shirt. She looked like some kind of adopted Asian orphan.

Suddenly the "something" did start to rise up.

Cass felt his face get even hotter than the shower made it, and turned away.