Sissy Trap

by Josie Brian

 

Josies' diary - the sissy trap week

Monday

My wardrobe is open again! I'm sure that stupid brother of mine is sneaking into my room and touching my stuff. I wish I could prove it or better still, catch him.

How can I catch him playing with my clothes? My plan:

Specifications for my sissy trap

1. Rip / cut resistant material

2. Impossible to remove once fastened

3. Impossible to hide under male clothes

4. Self locking

5. Pretty enough to encourage wearing

 

What's the hardest girls clothing to remove once fastened? A dress!

OK so I need to make a dress that locks once on and cannot be stretched or cut off.

Material - my old tent with the poles missing is pretty tough. I try to rip it with all my strength, it's strong enough. How can I stop him cutting it off?

I could sew wire into all the edges but that would not stop him for long. What if I hid all the sissors and any sharp knives? Difficult but possible.

Tuesday

Why are there 3 pairs of my panties in the laundry? I'm sure I have only used 2. Am I losing my mind?

Mum has some dress patterns, I used one to create my sissy trap dress from the tent material. It's plain green, has a short skirt and a short 'V' style neckline. The zipper is on the back and fastens up to the collar, where two hooks and eyelets are closed to stop the zip opening. Just a normal mini dress but made from an ugly cloth.

I try the dress on, fasten the zip and attempt to remove it without opening the zip. Easy, I just lifted the skirt over my head and the whole dress came off. Now what can I do?

Wednesday

My stocking are laddered and stretched. This has got to stop!

I've got an idea! Using some more of the tent material, I add a crotch under the skirt. When I wear the dress again, I find the leg holes are quite tight but comfortable. Now I can lift the skirt, but only to my waist. There is no way to take this dress off without opening the zip. Now I'm getting somewhere.

To make the crotch secure, I had to use a lot of stiches. To hide the stitching and make the dress prettier, I added a white lace sash around the waist.

Next problem - how do I make it lock the zip once he puts it on?

I'll have to sleep on it.

Thursday

No solution to the zip problem yet, but I have another thought. I have to stop my dimwit brother hiding the dress under his own clothes until he can find sissors.

Two options come to mind.

1. sew in some breasts

2. if the skirt could not lift, he could not wear trousers

 

I'm going to do both. The breasts are easy, I have some moulded cup bras, add a little padding and sew into place. Again I had to add some decoration over the breast forms to hide the stitching. I used some felt to create a bodice with laces in the front. This dress is starting to look a little sexy.

Now, how to stop the skirt being tucked under trousers? Thinking back to my earlier ideas of putting a wire in the hem - what if the wire did not bent easily? There's some heavy wire in the garage.

It's wire used for fencing, I help myself to a few feet. When the wire is sewn into the hem of the dress, the skirt is held in a large circle. It looks like something from a science fiction cartoon.

Now to test it - I put the dress on, it looks ok, part old fashioned part futuristic. Maybe I should become a designer. The skirt is held out in a circle and any attempt to sit down makes the front of the skirt lift, exposing the pale green crotch. I pull on some jeans, but after 5 minutes of trying, I cannot get the skirt to tuck in. The wire works, he will never be able to hide this skirt under his trousers.

Then I try my heaviest, wool jumper - the artificial breasts are easy to see. I'm very pleased so far. So I look in the spare room where the old baby clothes are and take a pair of baby frilly knickers. The frills are sewn onto a pair of my panties then over the ugly green crotch of the dress. Now it will look like he's wearing frilly pink knickers when he is caught in the dress.

Friday

I now have a dress that's pretty enough to temp dimwit sissy to wear it. It can't be hidden under boy clothes and is impossible to take off without opening the zip. All I have to do is work out a method of locking the zip once he puts it on.

I found a simple ratchet device in the garage. It works like a door latch, a spring loaded catch is tapered on one side allowing it to be pushed aside but is flat on the other, so does not move when pushed. I think it belongs to one of Dad's model ships. Hope he doesn't miss it.

The ratchet catch is sewn in place near the top of the zip. Once the zip is pulled passed the catch it will not be able to be pulled down again. I want to try the trap but I don't want to be locked in my own dress. So I attach a fine wire to the release lever of the catch and feed it down the side of the zip until it appears under the skirt.

Now for the full test. I put the dress on and pull the zip up my back. I hear a slight click as it passes the ratchet and my heart is pounding. This is very scary.

I try to pull the zip down, it moves less than an inch before it sticks. I pull harder and harder but it will not open. Next I try to wriggle out of the dress, but the material has no give and the neck opening is too small. I can't lift it over my head and I can't hide what I'm wearing. The dress is a total success.

Even knowing how to unlock the zip with the release wire, I still struggled for at least 10 minutes before getting the dress off. Reaching under the skirt and the nape of my neck at the same time was nearly impossible.

Saturday

Sissy boy is off school today and Mum and Dad are out. If I go out and leave him alone in the house, he's certain to come into my room.

I leave the trap-dress draped over a chair in my room. In the kitchen, I collect all the pointy knives and scissors I can find and lock them in the garage. I keep the garage key.

The dimwits doing his homework, I tell him I'm going to the shops for a few hours. Now I just have to decide how long to leave him before going home.

 

 

If you are a 'Martin' you might consider this a horror story.

Martins' thoughts

Alone at last, I thought she would never go out. This homework can wait; it's time to check out Josie's room before anyone comes home. Across the landing, Josie's bedroom door is closed but I just watched her leave the house, I know it's safe to go in. My heart always starts to pound when I sneak into my sisters' room, even when I know it's safe.

That's a new dress on the chair; I haven't seen Josie wear that one. Looks like it has been home made, perhaps one of her design projects for college? It has a hooped skirt – I have to try this. But first I need some underwear.

The last time I borrowed some stockings, they got stretched and damaged. Somehow I seem to have gotten away with that, but this time I'll use stuff from Josie's laundry basket instead. Excellent, there's the fishnet tights she was wearing yesterday. I've got to see what those are like. Under the tights is a white bra and some white, silky panties. The panties have a very narrow back; I guess these are what they call a thong?

I quickly pull on the thong panties they don't cover much but feel silky smooth. Next, I adjust the bra straps to their shortest setting to get maximum effect on my chest. The straps and under wire hurt but it will only be for half an hour. Finally, I pull on the tights. The fishnets are a very different feeling to the 'normal' stocking I tried a few days ago. They don't make the hairs on my legs stand up so much and actually feel warmer to wear? How can that be?

Now I take the dress with the hoop skirt from the chair. It's heavier than I expected, quite a thick material. How weird is that – it has leg holes. It must have been made from a leotard or swimsuit, and then the skirt added – but why? I slip my feet in and pull the dress fully up. The leg holes are rather tight; Josie probably has thinner thighs than I do. Next, I put my arms into the short sleeves.

Surprisingly, pulling the dress over my shoulders causes the part between my legs to pull up much tighter. Josie is taller than me, yet her body is shorter? I must remember to look more closely next time I see her. As I reach behind me to pull up the zip I notice two things. Firstly, the wire cups of the bra bite deeply into my chest and hurt a lot. I could loosen the straps, but that would spoil some of the fun. Next the built in pants pull and rub my penis in a very arousing way. It has popped out of the silky panties already and is feeling the coarse material of the fishnet tights. I'll have to be careful not to make a mess hear.

I pull the zip fully up; the dress fits snugly but well. A final fastener at the back of the neck stops the zip falling down. Time to look in the mirror – wow, not bad. My chest looks like it has real breasts and the hoop skirt hides any bulges underneath. I can see now why Josie has the fitted pants, the skirt is quite short and the hoop makes it easy to see under the skirt.

I have to try walking around in this - it's so different. Leaving Josie's bedroom, I have to be careful because the skirt will only just fit through the door. I can't see my feet, so walking down the stairs is really strange but also very exciting. With every step I can feel my penis being massaged by the dress – I have to concentrate to avoid an accident.

Under the stairs, I spot my sisters' shoes. The pair that catches my attention has narrow heels and three ankle straps. I have never tried high heels before and I can't imagine a better time to correct that fact. Bending down to put the shoes on was not easy. The dress pulled very tightly on my shoulders and my crotch, and the bra felt like it was on fire as it sliced into my chest.

Still, I persevered and managed to fasten all the buckles on each shoe. The toe box of the shoes was pointed and squeezed my toes very tightly. As I stood and tried to walk, my feet slipped deeper into the narrow, pointed shoes and I nearly cried with pain. So, this is why Josie complains about high heels – still if she can do it, so can I.

I'm a little unsteady on the heeled shoes and the wobbling about has caused my penis to rub against the tight dress/crotch. I can feel myself getting too excited and know it's too late to stop it. I run for the bathroom as best I can and reach under the skirt to pinch the near explosion in my panties. Now for the tricky part, with one hand stopping the flow of a horrible mess I try to reach under the built in pants and the panties and tights I'm wearing to pull my penis out. The crotch of the dress is so tight to my thighs I cannot get my other hand in; the material will not give an inch.

There's no way I'm going to be able to unzip this dress with one hand – shit! Now I'm in trouble for sure. I let go of my penis and it starts to pulse but so far not too messy. I carefully reach over my shoulders with both hands to unclip the hook at the collar and open the zip. Every move causes the pants to move and more mess to flow. I'll just have to clean everything after I get the dress off.

With the hook fastener undone, I pull the dress zip down. Damn! It's jammed. Stay calm Martin, just pull the zip up again to un-jam it. That was easy, now to try again; so far I have managed to keep the mess to a minimum.

A car! Shit, that's Mum home for lunch. No time to mess about now – I have to run for my room. The hoop skirt clashes with the bathroom door as I rush for the stairs. The heels are making an incredible noise on the wooden floor of the hall – I'm done for. No, Mum is still in her car, I can still get up the stairs. Again I have to guess where my feet are in relation to the steps but somehow my luck holds and I reach my room without breaking my neck.

"Martin, where are you?"

"Hi Mum, I'm n my room doing my homework"

"OK dear, I'm going to get lunch ready in five minutes, you can take a break from school work then"

That was lucky, but in the rush up the stairs, the whole contents of my panties became a sticky mess. I can feel the spunk everywhere. OK, first these shoes have to come off! Again the bra cups bit hard as I stooped over to unfasten the shoes. I try to reach the bra and move it to a more comfortable position but the neckline of the dress is too small to reach. Never mind, it's only a few moments while I get the dress off.

Trying to ignore the squelching in my pants, I reach over my shoulders again and pull down the zip of the dress. It moves about an inch and then jams again. Oh no, now what. I pull harder but the zip will not move. Every time I move the zip up and down it always jams in the same place.

"Martin – come and get your food now please"

What a nightmare – I need more time to figure this out. If I wear socks to hide the tights with trousers and a loose jumper I can hide the dress from Mum and try again later. Pulling on my heaviest jumper I can see the breasts are still bulging from my chest. I'll have to wear a jacket but first I have to hide this skirt. The skirt is nearly 3 feet wide in a circular hoop, I try for a few minutes but nothing I can do will get that skirt under my trousers.

"Martin – your food is getting cold, don't make me come and get you"

Last chance, off with the jumper and trousers and grabbing the neck of the dress – pull with all my strength. Try to get one arm out, or just rip the damn thing off I don't care any more. Nothing, not even a slight tear and no hope of getting an arm out. Well that's it, there's no other option.

"Mum, could you come upstairs please, I need some help"

All I can do now is wait – I wonder how Mum will react? Will she be angry; will she fall about laughing at me? I don't know which would be worse. The door opens and I feel an even smellier mess about to appear in my pants.

"Oh my God! What are you playing at? Take that thing off NOW"

"I can't Mum, the zip is stuck"

A few moments of stunned silence pass before Mum turns me around and tries to open the zip. Of course, it will not budge. "I can't see why but it won't open – put your arms up" I didn't realise what she was going to do and before I could stop her, Mum grabbed the hoop of the skirt and tried to lift it over my head. I doubled in pain as the crotch of the dress slammed into my balls lifting me off my feet. Then Josie appeared.

"Got you – you little thief! See Mum I told you he was stealing my things"

"Is this your dress Josie?" Mum asked

"I made it specially to trap the sneaky little sissy who's been playing with my underwear. It won't rip or cut and only I know how to open the zip. Now let's make him wear those high heels by the bed and show him to all the family, or better still let me take him to the city where thousands of people can see what a sissy he is"

"So you have your sisters' shoes as well, OK put the shoes on and go eat your lunch. I need to speak to Josie alone for a minute"

I put the shoes back on as ordered, trying not to show how much the bra was hurting me. Before going downstairs, I tried to listen to what Mum was telling Josie. I didn't catch the whole conversation but the gist was:

"You have every reason to be angry with your brother, Josie. But I'm going to ask you to keep this story secret from everyone. Martin is only 14, if this got out he would lose all his friends, lose respect from everyone who knows him; even his teachers would treat him differently. This could ruin the rest of his life and he's a bright kid, he could have a good life. Please Josie don't tell anyone – for me?"

Mum and Josie found me in the kitchen, I'd been searching for a scissors to cut this dress off but they where all missing.

"Josie has promised to let you out of that dress AND to never tell anyone about you stealing her clothes if you are truthful with us now."

"OK, I promise I'll tell the truth and I'll never touch your things again Josie. I'm really sorry. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to my bedroom and find all my clothes you have ever worn. Then bring them all down here – hurry up"

My chest is on fire, I never realised a bra could hurt so much. My feet are in agony and I'm not allowed to take the shoes off. My crotch is soaked in spunk and I can't do anything about it unless I comply with Josie's wishes. In her room again, I quickly collect the briefs, slips, bras and stockings I borrowed recently. Then, from the wardrobe I take her leather mini skirt and her denim dress. The only other item I can remember using was her pink bikini. I carry them all to the kitchen where Mum is waiting. Josie looks in horror at the collection of clothes I have delivered. She turns me around and reaches under my skirt at the back, then pulls the zip half way down. "Oh Mum, he's got my favourite bra as well".

"Martin, go to your room and take those clothes off and give them back to your sister"

"I don't want them Mum, not after he's been wearing them. I'll never wear any of these things again"

At last I'm able to take the dress off. I go to the bathroom first and clean the yucky mess in my pants before getting dressed in my own clothes. What a relief, my chest is red-raw. Only when I take a closer look at the dress do I see the extra padding sewn in to the bodice to make the breasts stand out and just poking through the padding, a few pins. No wonder my chest had hurt so much. Later, Mum revealed my punishment and assured me that I had to do it properly or she would let Josie tell all my friends about me.

"Martin, I've counted the clothes you stole from your sister. There's a leather skirt, a denim mini dress, a bikini, 3 expensive bras, 2 petticoats, 2 sets of stockings and 4 pairs of panties. I'm not going to count the trap-dress since that was made for you.

As you both know, every year your father and I save each week to have enough money for your Christmas and birthday presents. This year, Martin is going to spend his Christmas money replacing the clothes he stole."

"That's great Mum, I'll get the catalogue and choose what I want, and then he can pay for it"

"That's not what I have in mind Josie, I intend to take your brother to the city centre where he is going to go into all the lingerie shops and dress shops; he will choose your new clothes, try them for size, take them to the cashier himself and pay for them. Don't worry, he won't bring home anything he tries on, just another of the same size."

  

  

  

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