I was getting an Uber home when I saw it. It was an old abandoned warehouse with a parking bay that I could see several lorry drivers using as a stop. Three of them were laughing and pissing in a huge puddle right next to the tiny strip of pavement. My uber driver tutted and I whimpered as one of my dangerous sissy ideas immediately spawned in my silly frilly little head. The drivers left, each of their lorries and vans splashing the puddle over the pavement, and I knew I was doomed.
I went home and tried desperately to satisfy my sissy urges without debasing myself, but it was hopeless. I'd long ago bought one of those steel safes with a timer lock. One night in the pink fog, I'd locked my chastity device over my pathetic sissy clit, thrown the only key in the safe, and slammed the door, to the mocking laughter of the dominatrix I was skyping. That was two months ago, and my precious key wasn't going anywhere for another month, three days, fourteen hours, six minutes, eight seconds (trust me - how long I had left to the second was all I thought about).
So tugging at my horrible little steel cage and plapping my useless sissy balls was never going to satisfy me. I whimpered and admitted defeat, shaving all the hair off my frail little body, putting a fresh diaper (with 'SISSIES MAKE STINKIES!' on the front and rear) over my useless locked clitty, followed by pink tights, and a ridiculously frilly pink ballerina costume with a huge pink tutu covered in bows and flowers. I checked myself out in the mirror and gasped - I'd forgotten how little this costume hid the diaper, and the humiliating text. I did my makeup as OTT as possible - big red lips, pink hearts on both my cheeks, an absurd amount of baby pink eye shadow and blush. Then I put on tracksuit bottoms and an old shirt over my silly outfit, only just being able to tuck the tutu under it. I packed a little bag with more accessories, my wallet, phone, and keys. Taking a deep breath, I put on some trainers and stepped out the door.
It was a twenty minute walk back to the puddle and, although I got a few giggles and whispered comments about my OTT makeup, I knew this was nothing compared to what I was about to put myself through. My brain begged me to turn around but my locked sissy clit was having none of it and urged me forward. Finally I made it to the stop, which was mercifully empty. I was shaking like a leaf as I took off my street clothes and tucked them behind a nearby bush. I shuddered as the wind blew on my legs, the flimsy tights offering no protection, and as my obvious diaper crinkled with each frilly step. I could barely get my trainers off and my shaking hands to tie up my ballet slippers. I took a few breaths to calm down before taking out my lipstick and writing STUPID SISSY On my forehead, then putting on a ridiculously frilly babyish bonnet. I looked in my little mirror and couldn't help but fall in love with my pathetic pansy appearance. Tucking my bag of belongings safely away with my clothes, I pranced up to the puddle and stood waiting patiently, feet in first position, arms out to my sides with my hands out like a little fairy.
It was half an hour of standing still in my stupid costume. The mundanity would have been excruciatingly dull had I not been so nervous about what was going to happen. Finally, a lorry driver emerged around the corner. I waved with both hands, twirled, then did a shaky curtsey. I looked up to see the driver and his friend in the passenger seat howling with laughter. I blushed and simply curtsied again, dressed like a complete sissy fool for these real men. The passenger pointed at the puddle and the driver grinned. My heartrate sped up as I realised my horrible little fantasy was about to come true.
The driver sped up right through the puddle, and I was immediately splashed in a stinky wave of filth and piss. I gasped as the cold, disgusting fluid washed over me. Remembering my sissy manners, I swiftly curtsied, twirled, and shouted 'thank you so very much for my sissy soaking!' as loudly as I could. The men in the car couldn't stop laughing. Both of them flipped me off, honked their horns, then drove off - after taking some photos of the pissy soaked sissy of course. I kept waving my shivering little arms while jumping up and down, my tutu bouncing, piss dripping down me, until the van was out of sight.
I shivered in my now cold and super stinky outfit. Luckily, I had a silly sissy solution to that! My pathetic locked clitty started peeing, and soon my silly nappy was nice and full of warm pansy pee. I took a deep breath and groaned happily at the strong smell that had completely coated me.
Well, actually, there were still a few patches of my outfit, hair, and bonnet that were still dry. But luckily I didn't have to wait long for more lovely drivers to come and give me fresh sissy soakings. The sound of laughter echoed in my ears as I twirled and waved during my pissy splashings. One driver kept reversing and going back and forth through the puddle, while I just focused on curtseying over and over. When he finally drove away I was a complete pissy sissy mess, my legs in agony from constant curtseying.
After hours of this self-inflicted torture, I was starting to tire, and doing little sissy sneezes from being damp all day. But as the latest truck drove off, one with an open back, I suddenly got my most dangerous idea yet. Before I could stop and think I'd pranced up to the bush, taken out my dry streetclothes, then pranced back and tossed them onto the back of the van. I giggled as it drove off with my only way of hiding what a stinky sissy loser I was for the walk home. Then, just as the van turned the corner, I gasped as I saw my bag was with my clothes!
I squealed but it was already too late. My phone, wallet, and keys - all long gone. I whimpered and felt my stupid sissy clit strain against its cage at this horrifying new development. I winced at the painful pinching and begged my stupid clitty to calm down, but knowing I was now locked out of my house in my ridiculous soiled outfit was overwhelming. I rubbed the front of my diaper and made little whimpering noises. What was I gonna do?
A horn honk snapped me out of my little pansy pity party. I quickly got back to curtseying like a good loser as I got a fresh soaking. But the van was parking here! I clutched my tutu nervously as the driver got out. He was a balding, middle-aged overweight guy - one in dry normal clothes so who was I to judge? I put on my best sissy smile as he approached me grinning.
"Wow, aren't you something! You sure have gotten a lot of piss today, haven't you whore?"
