Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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I was about seven-years-old at the time. My younger sister, Marlene, was six and the baby, Diane was just going on two. For some reason I can’t explain, I became fascinated with the thought of trying on Diane’s diapers and plastic pants. I would spend time watching Mom change Diane’s diapers and offered to help only to be told I was too young. I envied Diane for the care Mom took when changing her diapers. Mom would talk to her in baby talk, coo to her, kiss her forehead and chest while she changed Diane or got her ready for bed. I so wished it was me she was doing that to but I was also ashamed of such thoughts and told myself I was a big boy and didn’t need diapers.
Nevertheless, her nursery smelled wonderful to me and I couldn’t resist it. Scents of baby powder, baby oil and baby lotion mixed with the fascinating vinyl smell of her plastic pants and the fresh, line-dried scent of her cloth diapers somehow seemed to entrance me and draw me to her room. Gradually, I became obsessed with thoughts of wearing diapers and plastic pants to bed.
Eventually, I couldn’t resist any more and, one night in March of that year, I took a detour to Diane’s room before going to the bathroom and retrieved a couple of diapers, pins and a pair of her plastic pants which I hurriedly smuggled into my room and hid in my bottom dresser drawer while I changed into my pajamas, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. As usual, a few minutes after I was in bed, Mom came in and gave me a kiss goodnight. She left the door a little ajar as she usually did when she left my room so I could see the light in the hallway.
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After I was sure she was downstairs watching TV, I quietly got out of bed and retrieved my purloined treasures from my dresser drawer. Laying the diapers one on top of the other on my bed I folded them in preparation for diapering as I’d seen my mother do when diapering Diane. Then, I climbed back into bed after taking my pajama bottoms off. I felt a thrill of anticipation surge through me as I placed my bottom on the soft diapers. Placing the diaper pins on my chest, I pulled the diapers through my legs and snugly pulled the left side around and pinned it snugly in place. I repeated the procedure with the right side of the diaper making sure to get it good and snug. Next, I picked up the plastic pants, brought them to my face and sniffed them. The scent of the soft vinyl was entrancing. Almost as if in slow motion, I lowered them and slowly placed first one foot and then the other through the legholes. Gradually I drew them up my legs. The legholes and waist were very tight and I had to use extra effort to get the diapers to tuck into the back of the pants. Once they were on, my little bottom looked like a round white mushroom. I loved being hugged by my diapers and plastic pants and ran my hands over the soft vinyl and patted them just to let myself know that what I was feeling was real. I felt so intensely coddled and babyish in them.
I stayed awake a long time just feeling my pants and enjoying being back in diapers. Eventually, I fell asleep and I remember dreaming that I was sleeping in a baby crib and had on a baby bonnet. When I awoke in the morning, I was dry. So, I took off the plastic pants and diaper and hid them in a bag in my closet and got dressed for the day.
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The next morning, Mom didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. So, though I felt a little bit anxious about what I did the night before, I was basically elated by the experience and wanted to repeat it. It wasn’t until I thought about returning the diapers that I began to see my problem. I hadn’t really intended to wet the diapers; I just loved their softness and bulk and the babyish feelings I got when wearing them. I was also really glad to wake up dry that first morning as I did not want to wet them as that would mean a morning bath and I wasn’t planning on that.
However, I couldn’t return them to Diane’s room as they were all wrinkled from wearing them. Also, my Mom always put the wet, dirty diapers in the diaper pail in Diane’s room after she cleaned them out and she would become suspicious if a clean, dry pair was in the pail or, worse yet, in the clothes pile in the basement. The plastic pants weren’t a big problem as they could be dropped down the clothes chute in the bathroom like Mom always did. But I could see no way around having to wet the diapers. Clean diapers were a dead giveaway and I was shocked when I realized I had so little choice in the matter. I considered just getting them wet with water but I was concerned that Mom might pick up on that. I was very concerned about being found out and felt that the genuine article was the only thing guaranteed to pass muster. Reluctantly, I resigned myself to the fact that I’d have to wet them before I returned them. My plan was to wet them and take a bath in the morning, wring them out in the tub before emptying the water, wash the tub out with more water and somehow smuggle them back into Diane’s room and into her diaper pail.
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Smuggling them back into Diane’s room seemed to me to have the greatest risk of being caught and I was uncertain how to accomplish that. The only thing I could think of was to wait until Mom had Diane in the kitchen downstairs for breakfast. However, we were all expected to be at the breakfast table and any time prior to that there was a good chance Mom would be in and out of Diane’s room. I finally hit on the idea of putting them in a plastic bag and hiding them in my closet until breakfast was done and then smuggling them into Diane’s room while Mom was downstairs cleaning up after breakfast. I’d have to be quick because Marlene and I were usually off to the bus stop for school shortly after breakfast. However, there was enough leeway that I felt I could get it taken care of then and, if not, when I came home from school in the afternoon. The risk of Mom finding the bag in my closet during the day, if they had to be left there,was a source of apprehension too but there was nothing I could think of to do about it. My plans may not have been the very best but they were the best I could come up with at the moment.
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I decided to try to wet the diapers that night. I was in heavenly baby bliss as I pinned myself into the diapers and pulled on my plastic pants that night. If anything, the second time was better than the first and I spent a lot of time admiring my little marshmallow butt, the puffiness of my diapers and feeling and patting the soft plastic pants before I fell asleep. Again, I remember having baby dreams of being pushed in a baby carriage and admired by other ladies and of being in the playpen with Diane and playing with toys and teethers and suc-king on a pacifier. I awoke happy but also completely dry. It was then that I realized that I would have to help the situation along. So, the following night I made sure I drank a nice tall glass of water after brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I also didn’t spend as much time admiring my diapered state or playing with my diapers. Instead, I tried to hypnotize myself into wetting by picturing myself as a baby and repeating over and over “I am a little baby and I will wet my diapers.” Repeating that little mantra put me to sleep before too long. I was really kind of concerned that I wouldn’t be able to wet and would be either found out or stuck with these stupid diapers. Fortunately, I awoke the next morning to the sensation of thoroughly soaked diapers.
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I was glad I was wet but a bit apprehensive as I began to execute my plan to return the diapers. I pulled my pajama bottoms over my diapers, put on my robe and, after stuffing a plastic bag in the pocket of my robe, headed for the bathroom. Unfortunately, Marlene was in there and I knew I’d have to wait a while. As I returned to my room, I suddenly realized that I had an urgent need to pee! I turned to go downstairs to the bathroom down there when I realized I was still wearing diapers. By the time I got down there and out of my diapers, I’d probably not be able to make it. Reluctantly, I realized I’d have to go in my diapers. I went back to my room with the need becoming more and more urgent but I somehow couldn’t let myself go in my diapers. I just wasn’t used to it and felt very self conscious and ashamed somehow. The need to go and the inability to do so was giving me a tremendous pain in my groin area. Suddenly, a small spurt escaped and then it seemed like Hoover Dam had burst as I flooded my diapers from front to back with warm pee! When it stopped, I was really glad the plastic pants were very tight as my diapers were now thoroughly flooded and I was unsure as to whether they could hold it all but at least I was secure for the moment. I would certainly need a bath this morning.
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To save a little time while Marlene was still in the bathroom, I made my bed and got out my clothes, underwear and shoes and socks for the day and arranged them on or beside my bed. As I was doing so, I began to realize that another need to use the bathroom was beginning to make itself felt. I was pretty sure that I could wait provided Marlene got out of the bathroom pretty soon. So, I went down the hall to the bathroom and quietly knocked on the door and asked Marlene if she was finished yet. She said she’d be out in a few minutes. So, I returned to my room and opened my schoolbooks to check my homework. Meanwhile, the urgency was growing but I still felt I could hold it and continued checking my homework to try to distract myself from my little (but growing) problem.
A minute or so later, with my problem becoming non-ignorable, I heard Marlene say “I’m out. You can have the bathroom now.” I hurried from my room to the bathroom but as I rushed down the hall, I felt something soft slip into my diaper. As I entered the bathroom and hurriedly closed the door, my bottom suddenly filled as the rest of the load proceeded to deposit itself. This was followed by a brief stream of pee that taxed my plastic pants to the limit. I could feel wet pee around the legs of my plastic pants now. I was soaked. I had almost made it but “almost” certainly wasn’t good enough in this case. A tear trickled from my eye and I was trembling as I reflected that this morning was certainly not shaping up the way I had planned and hoped for.
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Nevertheless, I had little choice but to proceed and proceed as quickly as possible. I hung my robe up and hurriedly followed it with my pajama tops and bottoms as I stripped out of them. I was afraid to lower my plastic pants for fear that pee would spill on the bathroom floor. So I stood in the tub as I lowered them. I was proved right as a stream of pee flowed from them as I pulled them down and off. My diapers were still dripping as I began to unpin them. They dropped to the tub with a thud and left my dirty bottom chilled and exposed. I hurriedly got out of the tub and proceeded to clean myself and a few specks on the floor with toilet paper. Getting the dirtiest diaper out of the tub, I proceeded to get it cleaned up. Then I got my plastic bag from my robe and placed it on the floor and folded the diapers neatly and placed them on it. Quickly rinsing out the tub, I began to fill it for my bath. While it was filling, I rinsed the plastic pants in the water and dried them a bit with a towel and dropped them down the laundry chute. Then I wrung the cleanest diaper out over the toilet, folded it and put it back on the other diaper. I got in the tub and took a hurried but very thorough bath. I got out of the tub and stood beside it as I placed the diapers in the soapy bathwater and scrubbed as much of the rest of the stain as I could get out of them. Then I wrung them out, folded them and put them in the plastic bag. After that I emptied the tub and, as it was emptying, I dried myself and put my pajamas back on. When the tub was empty, I rinsed it out thoroughly to make sure there was no bad smell or anything left behind. Checking the bathroom quickly, I made sure everything was in order and as dry as possible before I left. I put my robe over the plastic bag to disguise it as I returned to my room. After stashing the bag in my closet and hanging up my robe, I hurriedly got dressed. Mom was calling for me and I told her I would be downstairs shortly.
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Once dressed, I hurried downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. I felt relief for the first time that morning as I ate my breakfast. Despite the unexpected problems that had beset my plans that morning, I had succeeded thus far. I finished my breakfast with a sense of relief and returned upstairs. Now, all I had to do was return the diapers to Diane’s diaper pail. I knew that Marlene was helping Mom make lunches in the kitchen and Diane was still in her high chair as I left my room to return the diapers. I opened her diaper pail, unfolded each diaper, twirled it a bit and dropped it in with the other diapers that Mom had previously rinsed out. The diapers were perfect – they smelled of pee but not too strongly and you couldn’t tell who had used them. As I replaced the lid and returned to my room with the folded plastic bag that I secreted at the back of my closet, I felt as if I had crossed home plate. A great burden of worry was gone.
I got my jacket and backpack with my books in it and headed downstairs. After putting my lunch in the backpack and giving Mom a kiss goodbye, Marlene and I headed for the school bus stop just up the street. The morning’s ordeal had left me exhausted but filled with a sense of intense relief. As we rode the bus to school, I reflected on how easily this morning’s events could have been disastrous. Nevertheless, I was still fascinated with wearing diapers and plastic pants to bed. I still didn’t care for wetting them although the initial warmth of wetting was kind of nice. For sure, I did not like messing them and determined to avoid that if at all possible in the future.
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Being busy with other things, it was almost a week before my second foray into diapers. It was just as much fun as the first couple of times. I was a little worried about returning them but this time things went like a charm and this time there was no mess. Was I glad of that! As March wore on, I was enjoying myself so much I started wearing diapers to bed twice a week. Then in April I started doing it three or even four times a week. I was having a great time but was a little concerned about leaving so many diapers in the diaper pail. I’d also had one close call when returning the diapers as Mom came up the stairs unexpectedly and caught me exiting Diane’s room. She asked me what I was doing in there and I covered myself quickly by saying I was returning a toy Diane had left in my room. She looked a little puzzled but left it at that. I breathed a sigh of relief and went off to school with pleasant thoughts of my night in diapers the night before and looking forward to the next time.
The first few weeks of May I was in diapers almost every night and wetting two or three nights a week. I was really beginning to enjoy wetting. At about the middle of May, I decided to ease off the diapers as finals were coming up and I wanted to make sure I passed. I figured I could pick back up on diapers after school was out in early June. However, something strange happened the first night I went without diapers. I woke up in the night just as I was beginning to wet myself. My pajama bottoms were wet in the crotch and there was a small wet spot on the bed sheet. I went to the bathroom and returned to bed and slept fitfully the rest of the night worried that it might happen again. In the morning, I hung my pajamas up to dry in my closet and made the bed as it had dried during the night. I also made sure to take a bath so I wouldn’t smell bad. I worried about my little accident during school that day. That night I woke up at about two-thirty to the sensation of soaked pajamas and a very wet bed. I put my pajamas and the bedding down the laundry chute, made the bed after putting a couple of towels in the wettest part and put on a fresh pair of pajamas. Fortunately, I remained dry until morning. I told Mom about wetting the bed “by accident” at breakfast the next morning. She sympathized and said I should be careful not to have anything to drink after dinner and to be sure to go to the bathroom before bed.
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Personally, I was in a panic. I only had two pair of pajamas and I was wearing the second pair and it looked like, if I was smart, what I needed to do was wear diapers to bed until I had my little “problem” under control. As a result, I made sure I wore diapers to bed that night. Sure enough, I woke up to soaked diapers and had to take a bath. The following night I wore them again and woke up dry but I was still concerned about my problem. So, I wore them again and it was lucky for me I did as I woke up wet the following morning. Suddenly, I was feeling as if I was not in control of the situation. I couldn’t believe that things were getting out of control and was very worried about it. That along with my upcoming final tests had me on edge. Some nights were dry and some nights were wet and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. As we got near the end of May, and my anxiety heightened, I began to wet and wet thoroughly each and every night. I was panicked and felt very helpless. Diapers had been (and were still) fun to play with but now they seemed to be becoming a necessity. I was headed down a slippery slope I hadn’t anticipated when I originally started wearing them. I was also pretty sure that my anxiety over the situation and my upcoming tests wasn’t helping any.
Fortunately, I passed my tests and was promoted to the next grade. School let out about five days later. During that time, I figured that I would regain control of my bed wetting. However, what I found was that I was still wetting about three or four nights out of seven. I was also concerned about the added burden being put on Diane’s diaper pail. My Mom asked why I was taking baths so often. “Is there something I should know about? You seem to be taking a lot of baths lately,” was how she put it. I told her I just enjoyed taking baths and liked playing with my toy boats. She looked at me a little askance but seemed to accept my answer.
Nevertheless, I was frustrated by my slow progress in getting out of diapers. I also felt sure that the fear of getting caught and my impatience probably were feeding my wetting problem. I tried to relax but I was impatient for school to end and summer vacation to begin. I had plans on doing lots of things this summer and didn’t want to see them spoiled by my bed wetting problem.
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Finally, the last day of school arrived and Marlene and I skipped home from the bus stop with light hearts and our final report cards in hand. Mom was as happy as we were and took us all to dinner at a local family restaurant. After dinner, we returned home and Mom had popcorn and soda for us as we sat up late watching a Disney DVD. It was a good start to our summer vacation. I made sure I wore my diapers to bed as usual that night. I was hoping to stay dry since the pressure from school was no longer on me.
I slept in and woke up gradually the next morning. I remember I was sleeping on my left side and, although I could feel the blankets on my left, I couldn’t feel them on my right. My back felt kind of cool and I was beginning to feel the need to pee. So I rolled over on my back and began to rub my sleepy eyes with the back of my hands. As I took them away and sleepily opened my eyes and looked up, I was shocked to see my Mom standing next to my bed holding my sheet and blanket in one hand as she stared down at me with a frown of disgust and disapproval on her face and her left hand on her hip. There I was in just my pajama tops and diapers and plastic pants fully exposed to her view. I was shocked into numbness and frantic with fear at being found out. I could feel my feet slowly pumping at the sheets as if I was trying to run away as my whole body turned crimson and I felt a stream of warm pee gush uncontrollably into my diapers
She was silent for a little bit, just watching me. Our eyes were locked and I was beginning to tremble with fear.
“Hmmmmmmm! What’s this?” she said at last, “What do we have here?”
“I-I-I-I..…” stammered from my numb lips.
“Well, why are you wearing diapers?” she persisted
My mind was as numb as the rest of my body and I was filled with fear as I lay there.
“Well, come on!! Tell me!!” she demanded.
I could tell she was becoming angry and knew I needed to answer but her anger only fed my fear. My whole body seemed electrified and trembling by now. I was crimson with shame and humiliation.
“I-I-I j-just w-wanted t-t-to b-be a-a-a b-baby,” slowly stammered shamefully from my numb and trembling lips.
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that. Won’t we?” she said angrily as she reached over and slipped her finger beneath the taut waistband of my plastic pants. My shame reached new heights as she did so.
“Wet, I see,” she tersely stated. “Well, you’d better get into the bathroom and get cleaned up. Make sure you rinse out your diapers. Call me when you’re done.”
As if on remote control, I slowly got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I didn’t even think to take my robe or slippers. A sense of impending doom at being discovered overwhelmed me. What would happen now?
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Tears trickled from my eyes as I undressed and drew the water for my bath. I bathed slowly with tingles of apprehension in my tummy. I wondered briefly what punishment awaited me but didn’t really want to dwell on it. The very fact I’d been discovered was unnerving enough. When I was done, I rinsed the diapers out in the tub and put the plastic pants down the laundry chute as I had in the past. My pajama tops followed the plastic pants down the chute as they had gotten wet in some bathwater on the floor and were too wet to wear. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the door and opened it slightly.
“M-Mom!! I’m done with my bath.” I called out plaintively.
My tummy tingled more as I heard her climbing the stairs and come towards the bathroom. I backed away from the door as she entered. Grasping the towel wrapped around my waist, she twirled it away and dropped it on the floor leaving me standing naked before her.
“You won’t need that,” she stated tersely. “Now, pick up those diapers and come with me.” she said as she led the way out of the bathroom.
Trembling, I meekly followed her as she led the way to Diane’s room. Diane was in her crib on her back taking her morning bottle of formula as we entered.
“You know where those go.” Mom said as I entered after her. I hurriedly deposited the diapers in the diaper pail.
“Now, get up on the changing table. I have some questions to ask you and your answers had better be truthful if you want to avoid a spanking.”
Quickly, I quietly got up on the changing table and sat there naked on the edge.
“First of all, I’ve been aware something’s been going on for some time. What I want to know from you is exactly when you started doing this. I’ll warn you again; don’t lie to me or you’ll regret it.”
Not knowing how long she had been aware that something was going on, I felt I had little option other than to tell the truth. My tummy was in turmoil and beginning to ache as I replied.
“I-I s-started in March, Mom.”
“I see. And the frequent baths you’ve been taking recently are for what reason?” she persisted.
“I, uh, I w-was having trouble keeping dry at night. Y-you see I wanted to give it up.”
“Oh, but you said you wanted to be a baby. Isn’t that what you said?” she responded with an edge of anger to her voice.
“Y-y-yes,” I whispered meekly as I blushed at the admission.
“Well, since that’s what you want and since you can’t seem to keep dry at night, then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll just treat you like the little baby you want to be.” she stated emphatically.
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“Now, you just lie down so Mommy can put her little baby back in diapers,” she taunted as she pushed me back onto the table until I was lying down.
“B-but Mom, I don’t wear diapers during the day!” I protested.
“You do now,” she replied as she took two diapers and layered them together. Then, grasping me by the ankles, she pushed back until my butt came up far enough for her to slip them under me with her other hand. Next she twisted open the top on the baby powder and then took the baby lotion and pumped a few dollops into her hand. Grabbing my right leg, she pulled it over to the left until my bottom was exposed. She spread the baby lotion over my bottom and thigh and side and followed that with a liberal dusting of baby powder. She repeated the process with my left side.
“Now, spread your legs like a good little baby,” she taunted as she finished with my left side.
“P-please Mom!! D-don’t!” I begged as I blushed and reluctantly complied with her directions.
“Hmmm. Looks like you have a little case of diaper rash starting up,” she commented, ignoring my plea. She picked up the tube of baby rash ointment and squeezed some onto her fingertips.
I heard a noise to my right and looked over to see Diane standing in her crib holding her bottle in one hand with a big smile on her face.
“Baby?” she asked as I blushed crimson.
“That’s right, Diane. We have another baby in the house. Now you’ll have someone to play with. Won’t that be nice?” Mom smiled back at her as my whole body blushed a deeper shade of red. Mom applied the ointment to my crotch and then repeated the baby lotion and powder application to my groin and front. I was humiliated to feel her hands applying the ointment and lotion yet it also felt wonderful and made me feel extremely babyish which only enhanced my embarrassment. When she was done with that, she picked up a diaper pin and started to bring the first diaper up between my legs.
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“P-please? N-n-no-o-o!!” I pleaded frantically as I pushed her hands away.
“That’s enough!” she stated determinedly as she slapped my thigh fiercely.
“Looks to me like you need something to keep your little hands occupied while I finish up. Here, take these,” she said handing me a pair of plastic pants, “and hold them to your chest with both hands while I finish your diapering. And, if you cause any further trouble, I promise you that you’ll be the sorriest baby on this block. You can be sure of that.”
Reluctantly, I held the plastic pants to my chest like my personal badge of shame and remained quiet, lying there blushing furiously and humiliated beyond words. At that moment I wished with all my heart that I had never gotten back into diapers and plastic pants. I had nobody to blame but myself and there was nothing whatsoever I could do to prevent what was happening to me.
“Here you go.” she teased as she pulled the first diaper between my legs and pinned one side snugly in place.
“Diaper?” Diane asked from her crib.
“Yes, Diane. The sissy baby is being put in his little diapers. Aren’t you dear?” Mom replied as she finished pinning the other side of the diaper just as snug.
“Y-y-yes,” I muttered shamefully.
“That’s right. You’re getting just what you wanted. You should be a happy baby now.” she said as she finished pinning the second diaper snugly in place.
Now, hand me your plastic pants,” she directed. I complied reluctantly – humiliated further by this slight cooperation in my own diapering.
“Before I put these on you, I want to hear you ask nicely to be diapered. I want to hear you say ‘Please, Mommie, your little sissy baby wants to be put in his diapers and plastic panties.’ Come on, now! Ask for your diapers and panties like the little sissy baby you really are!” she demanded.
“P-please, M-mommie, your l-little s-sissy b-b-baby w-w-wants to be put in his d-diapers and p-plastic panties.” I repeated reluctantly as I blushed crimson and burst into tears. I was sobbing uncontrollably as she proceeded to pull the plastic panties up my legs and fit them under my bottom and over the front.
“There you go,” she taunted as she pulled them up, “Mommie’s giving her little sissy baby just what you asked for – and just what you deserve,” she smiled down at me sarcastically as I watched her through my tears and sobs.
“A-w-w-w-w, the little sissy baby is crying. Poor little baby!” she said as she sat me up and made sure the diapers were fully tucked into the back of my plastic pants.
“Those are really snug on you,” she commented as my tears began to abate. “It looks like we might need to find something a little closer to your size.”
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“Here, let me help you down,” she said as she did just that. “Now, I’ll take Diane and you can follow me downstairs to breakfast,” she said as she approached Diane’s crib.
Please, Mom, ple-ease? I can’t go around in just diapers and plastic pants. Please? I need something to wear.” I pleaded.
“Hmmm,” she said, “Well, none of your pants or pajama bottoms will fit. Yet, there might be something that would work but I want no arguments from you. It’s either dress just the way you are or wear what I can get for you and if I hear one complaint from you, you’ll dress just the way you are from now on.”
“A-alright, Mom,” I conceded humbly. “Whatever you say.”
“OK, but remember, one complaint and you’ll be stuck in just diapers and plastic pants. Now, wait right here and I’ll see what I can come up with.”
She left for several minutes and when she returned she had a yellow sleeveless bishop style sundress with a scoop neckline that was Marlene’s and a pair of pink rubber flip-flops of Marlene’s also.
I bit my lip and stepped into the flip-flops as she dropped them on the floor. She held the sundress above me and said “Lift your arms up.” She then dropped it onto me, guiding my arms into the armholes. I bit my trembling lip harder and tears trickled from my eyes as she tugged the dress into place.
“There you go. Just what a little sissy baby needs to wear, a nice little dress.” she stated sarcastically. “I’ll bet you didn’t plan on that when you decided to get into diapers. Well, if you’re lucky we may get you something more appropriate to wear later today.” She said as she picked Diane up from her crib and headed downstairs to the kitchen with me following sullenly behind.
As we passed the full-length mirror in the hallway, I thought I could see my plastic pants showing just below the hemline. As a matter of fact, I was sure of it and tugged fitfully at my dress to see if I could cover it.
When we got to the kitchen, she strapped Diane into her high chair and gave me some rice cereal followed by a jar of peaches to feed her. Meanwhile, Mom got Marlene’s breakfast ready.
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As I was feeding Diane, Marlene came into the kitchen. Mom had woken her up when she went in to fetch the dress and flip-flops.
“Mom, why is he wearing diapers and my dress?” she asked in a puzzled tone of voice.
“Why don’t you tell her,” Mom said addressing me.
“B-because I w-wanted to be a b-baby,” I blushingly responded.
“What kind of a baby?” Mom persisted.
“A-a-a s-sissy baby,” I murmured in abject surrender.
“Well, if you want to, you can borrow my dress anytime,” she smilingly conceded enjoying my discomfiture as I continued to blush.
“Mom, does this mean he’ll play dolls and tea party with me now?” she inquired.
“Looks like it to me,” Mom said. “I don’t think he’ll have time for any boy games. He’ll probably find dolls and tea party a pleasant break from what he’s going to be playing with from now on,” she smiled knowingly.
Marlene finished her breakfast fairly quickly and asked if she could go next door to play with Andrea, Mrs. Eppersley’s daughter. Mom assented and Marlene was off like a shot.
When I had finished feeding Diane and cleaned her up, Mom took her and placed her in her playpen and came back to the kitchen. She told me to get up in the high chair and proceeded to fasten the waist and crotch straps in place before putting the tray back on. I could feel the crotch strap pressing into me, reminding me of my diapered state. I felt very babyish sitting there. After tying a bib on me, Mom put a bowl of warm rice cereal in front of me; I took the spoon and started to feed myself.
“No!” she said as she took the spoon away from me. “Little babies don’t feed themselves. It looks like I’ll have to keep your little hands out of trouble during breakfast,” she said as she took two linen napkins and tied my arms to the sides of the high chair.
She then proceeded to feed me the rice cereal followed by a small jar of prunes. When I was done, she untied my arms and handed me a bottle of formula. It tasted terrible as I nursed on the bottle.
When I had finished that, she let me down and told me to clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher after rinsing them off and to neaten up the kitchen and see her in the living room when I was done.
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When I was done in the kitchen, I joined her in the living room and she proceeded to place me in the playpen with Diane.
“Better get used to this,” she said. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time here from now on. I expect to see you playing with the baby toys, too. You wanted to be a baby; you get to play like a baby. So, you just enjoy yourself. I’m sure a sissy baby like you will have a great time.” she laughed as she saw my shocked expression.
“That’s right,” she insisted, “And just to help get you started, I expect you to be mimicking everything Diane does. Just don’t take her toys away from her. Now, are you going to start or should I give you some incentive?” she inquired with a determined look on her face. I immediately, yet reluctantly, started mimicking everything Diane did.
Mom sat reading a magazine and watched us for a while. She smiled whenever she looked my way. It was a derisive, satisfied smile that left me little doubt my fate was surely sealed. I continued mimicking Diane as Mom got up and went downstairs. Soon, I could hear the washer starting up. She was doing a load of clothes. Nevertheless, I was not about to get caught not mimicking Diane so I continued doing it. If she stuck her fist in her mouth and slobbered on it, I did the same. Whatever she did, I did too. After a while, realizing I was in diapers and a dress in a baby playpen, I began to forget myself and started to feel more babyish. It was funny, but I was beginning to enjoy my babyhood in a strange, infantile way. Soon, I was playing with things with my hands and feet and mouth just the way Diane was. The more I did so, the more babyish I felt. After a while, Diane looked very sleepy and put her head down and went to sleep. I felt I’d better do that, too. So, I lay down in the playpen and fell asleep pretty quickly. I awoke a little, after about an hour as I felt the beginnings of a bowel movement. I knew I had no choice and I hated doing it, but I didn’t resist, I just let it come and fill the bottom of my diapers. I fell back asleep after wetting the front of my diapers thoroughly.
Not too long after, Mom woke me up and lifted me from the playpen.
“Come with me,” she said, “I’ve got something for you to do.”
“But Mom,” I protested, “I messed my diapers. I need to be changed.”
“Just come along,” she said, “Little babies don’t get changed every time they need it. Besides, I want to make sure you enjoy every little moment of your babyhood,” she smiled back at me derisively. She took me out to the back door and said, “I want you to go out and take the laundry off the line, fold it neatly and put it in the basket. Then you can hang up the laundry that’s just been washed.”
“But Mom, I can’t go outside looking like this. I look like a sissy. People will see and make fun of me,” I tearfully protested.
“Well, if that’s your only problem, let me give you a little hand with it,” she stated firmly as she drew me back into the kitchen. “Wait right here, I’ll be right back,” she said as she left the room. She returned shortly with some things in her hand.
“It’s a good thing you have a pageboy haircut. It’ll be a lot easier to deal with,” she said as she parted it in the middle and combed the front hair over my brow in bangs which she proceeded to trim evenly with a pair of scissors she had brought with her. After putting a hot curler in the bangs, she proceeded to open a bottle of pink nail polish. She had me spread each hand as she applied the polish to each nail. It felt cool as it went on. Then she did the same to my toes after separating them with cotton balls. She told me to stay still while the polish dried. She read a magazine while we waited. When it was dry, she took a white bow on a french clip and fastened it at the top of my head at the back.
“Now,” she said as she took the roller out of my hair and sprayed my hair with hair spray, “you look every bit the little sissy baby girl you should be.” With that, she ushered me out the back door and had me get started taking down the clothes from the clothes line, folding them and putting them neatly in the basket. I knew that as I reached up to remove the clothes pins that each time my diapers were being exposed as my dress pulled up. I could also feel the mess in my diapers pressing against my bottom each time I reached up to place or remove a clothespin reminding me of my infantile state. However, there was nothing I could do about it. I found myself watching my pretty pink-tipped fingers pull the pins from the line as I felt the white bow bobbing on the back of my head tugging at my hair. I was flushed with embarrassment as I performed these womanly chores.
When that was done, I was given the basket of wet clothes to hang up. It was mostly diapers much to my dismay. I hung them all on the line along with some of Diane’s and Marlene’s clothes. There were even a couple of pair of Mommy’s panties that I hung out to dry.
Meanwhile, Mom had taken the basket of folded clothes inside and distributed them where they belonged. When I was finished, I took the empty basket back inside. Mom was sipping a cup of coffee waiting for me.
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“Come along,” she said as she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the changing table. She removed my dirty diaper, cleaned my bottom and had me take the diaper to the bathroom to clean it out before she finished putting me back in diapers. I still blushed deeply as she applied the lotion and powder and pinned me up in diapers for the second time that morning. She used the same pair of plastic pants which had wet leg elastics.
“Sorry about that,” she said, “but you’ve only yourself to blame. You used so many of Diane’s plastic pants that there aren’t enough for Diane at the moment. So, you’ll just have to use those until we remedy that little problem this afternoon.”
With my change done, we went back downstairs to the kitchen where Mom warmed up some turkey and vegetables and vanilla custard baby food for Diane’s lunch. She awoke Diane from her nap in the playpen and brought her to the kitchen and strapped her in her highchair and had me start feeding her lunch to her.
Meanwhile, Mom went next door and fetched Marlene from the Eppersley’s house.
She returned and made lunch for Darlene while I finished up with Diane. Mom then placed Diane in the playpen with a bottle of formula. Then she returned to the kitchen and, after strapping me securely in the highchair, warmed up some baby food for me. She had liver and bacon and tapioca pudding for me. The liver and bacon was horrible and the tapioca pudding was alright except it tasted like what it was – baby food.
When I was done with lunch, Mom put me in the playpen with a four ounce bottle of formula and told me to stay there and finish my bottle. As I nursed, I watched her prepare the diaper bag and take Diane and Marlene next door to Mrs. Eppersley’s. She returned in about five minutes just as I was finishing my bottle of formula.
She got me out of the playpen, brushed my hair and reattached the white bow at the back of my head.
“Come along,” she smiled as she picked up her purse and the car keys, “You and I are going to take a little trip. We’ve got some shopping to do.”
I knew I dare not resist as she took my hand and led me to the door. There were butterflies in my stomach as I realized that I was going to be seen in a dress with my nails painted, a bow in my hair and my plastic panties peeking from beneath my dress announcing to all and sundry that I was a sissy boy in diapers. When I stepped out the front door I felt so exposed and embarrassed that I flushed deep pink all over.
“Don’t worry dear,” Mom commented reassuringly, “Most folks will think you’re a girl. Of course, you can be sure they will make no mistake that you’re wearing diapers and plastic pants beneath your dress. But that’s all right, you’ll get used to it soon enough. After all, it’s just what you wanted, isn’t it?” she laughed as she led me to the car and buckled me into the front seat.
Mom didn’t go to the mall, she went downtown and we parked right on the main street. She got out and put some money in the parking meter and then got me out of the car and led me up the street holding my hand. Although I didn’t know it, we were about a block and a half from our destination. I got lots of puzzled looks from people passing by and several women smiled knowingly as we passed them.
One woman smiled and greeted Mom with, “I see you have the little monster firmly in hand, Good work!”
“All in a day’s work,” Mom cheerfully responded.
I was humiliated beyond words knowing that others realized my plight and approved.
Shortly we arrived at “Mary Beth’s Infants & Children’s Shoppe”. A sign in the front window said “JUNE SALE!!! 30 TO 50% OFF SELECTED ITEMS”.
Mom opened the door and led me in. It looked to be a shop for mostly babies and little girls although there was a small “Boys” section I could see. There seemed to be plenty of women shopping. Some of them had their babies or daughters with them.
Mom led me straight to the front counter in the middle of the store where a pretty, brown-haired, smiling lady in her mid-thirties awaited.
“Good afternoon,” she beamed, “I’m Mary Beth and how may I be of assistance to you today?”
“We’re here to get some things for my son, here. It seems he’s taken a fancy to diapers and plastic pants and wants to be a baby again. So, I was hoping you could help us find some things for him.” Mom responded with a smile.
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“Oh, I see. It’s not often we get such an opportunity but it’s certainly not the first time. I’ll be very glad to help. I presume your son is something of a sissy; seeing how he’s dressed?” she inquired.
“That’s correct,” Mom replied before I could interject anything. I wanted to sink through the floor. At least one woman nearby was gazing in our direction with more than passing interest and a big smile on her face.
“Well, usually we have to make sure the sissy baby has an appropriate name. After all, we wouldn’t want to embarrass him, would we? Does he have a sissy baby name yet?” she inquired.
“No, he doesn’t. But I agree with you, a proper sissy name would be most useful. His given name is Johnny. Do you have any suggestions for a name?” Mom responded trying not to laugh at my plight.
“Well, let’s see what little Johnny would like to be called,” Mary Beth said as she crouched in front of me placing her hand under my chin to raise it so I was forced to look into her eyes, “Maybe Joan or Jane or Jeanine or Janice or Janet or Jocelyn or Jeanette or Jennifer or Jill or Joann or Jody or Julie. Come on now, Johnny. Tell us what name you choose for your baby name,” she encouraged. I knew I had little choice but to answer her. I tried to avoid looking at her but it was fruitless as she held my chin quite firmly.
“Janet, I guess,” I blurted in frustration.
“Good,” she said, “Sissy Baby Janet it is, then. Now, Ma’am, how may I be of assistance to you and Baby Janet?” she asked my Mother.
“Well, first of all we need to get the baby some plastic pants that fit a little better,” my Mother replied pleasantly.
“Oh, and we’ll also need some diapers a little closer to her size if you have any,” Mom added as an afterthought.
“Oh, yes,” Mary Beth said as she lifted my dress to see, “These are definitely not her size. Well,” she said as she took a cloth measuring tape from the top of the counter, “let’s see how she measures up.” With that, she proceeded to measure my waist, upper thighs and waist-to-waist under the crotch as I stood there blushing.
“Good,” she said when she was finished, “Let me bring you a few items to select from.”
She returned shortly carrying several pair of plastic pants and several diapers which she proceeded to lay on the counter for my mother to inspect.
“These,” she said, holding up a package or four vinyl pants in pink, white, yellow and blue, “are very economical yet durable and excellent for everyday use. And these,” she said spreading out four other plastic pants in the same colors with a crystalline pearlized finish, “are a bit more durable but a lot more showy and cost a little more as a result. However, due to the sale, they are 30% off whereas the cheaper set is 50% off.”
“I think we’ll take two packages of the cheaper set and one set of the more expensive ones if you will.” Mom said after inspecting them closely. “And if it’s possible, maybe we can get little Janet out of what she has on, provided she’s not wet, and into this pair,” she said as she held up the pink crystalline pants.
“Happy to be of assistance,” Mary Beth smiled as she reached beneath my dress to check my diaper, “Looks like she’s dry,” she said as she lowered my plastic pants and waited for me to step out of them. I was blushing deeply at being forced to have my plastic pants changed in so public a manner.
Once she had me out of my plastic pants, she held the pink pearlized ones in front of me to step into which I reluctantly did. “Yes, these fit a lot better. Aren’t those more comfortable sweetie?” she inquired as she pulled them into place and made sure my diaper was tucked in all around. “And they look so pretty on you, too. They’re just the perfect thing for a little sissy baby like you. I’m so glad your Mom brought you in. It’s been a while since we had a sissy baby we could have fun with,” she laughed.
I burst into tears as I realized that this wasn’t a punishment that my Mom intended to last for a day or a week. She wouldn’t be buying the things she was if it was a short term punishment. The realization that I was going to be in diapers and plastic pants for at least the summer overwhelmed me as my tears became a torrent of sobs.
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Through the blur of my tears, I could see that I had attracted the attention of every woman in the store. Some had looks of concern, others were smiling and one woman was holding her hand to her face to disguise the fact that she was laughing at me.
All this only heightened my distress and I sobbed even harder and louder.
“Oh, poor baby!” Mary Beth exclaimed, “Such tears. Please wait here,” she said to my Mom as she hurriedly got up and left us for a moment. She returned quickly with a small package in her hand. “We just got these in a month ago and I’ve been looking forward to seeing them put to use,” she said as she withdrew a large, pink orthodontic pacifier from a package labeled “Youth: Toddler Plus”. Holding it to my lips, she wiggled it back and forth as she said, “Open wide sweetie. Here’s your little binky to help you calm down.” As I opened my mouth to protest, she popped it in and held it there. “Good baby,” she said, “Now, let’s see you start to use it.” she persisted firmly. Reluctantly, I began to nurse on the pacifier as my tears began to abate.
“Thank you so much for that,” Mom said ecstatically, “It’s just what she needed. What a wonderful idea and so age appropriate.”
“No problem whatsoever,” said Mary Beth, “Taking good care of little sissy babies is something we love to do,” she laughed as she took a diaper and handed it to Mom.
“I think that you’ll find that this type makes an excellent day diaper. It’s very absorbent without the added bulk of a night time diaper. Also, here’s an excellent night time diaper by the way,” she said as she handed my Mom a diaper with a bit more bulk to it. “These are really excellent and the most you would have to do would be to add a doubler to it although most mothers find they don’t even need to do that. Both of these are on sale at 50 percent off in quantities of a dozen or more.”
“Excellent,” my Mom concurred, “We’ll take a two dozen of the daytime diapers and a dozen of the night diapers. Oh, yes. We’ll also need something for Janet to wear during the day. What do you have that might be suitable?”
“Well, first let me get her measurements. Do you mind if we remove her dress?” Mary Beth asked politely.
“Certainly, go right ahead,” Mom responded.
With that Mary Beth removed my dress and I stood there in just my diapers and shiny pink plastic pants and flip flops blushing fiercely as she proceeded to measure my chest, shoulder to waist, neck and across my back shoulder to shoulder.
“I’ll be right back. I think I have just the things you’re looking for,” Mary Beth said as she got up. “If you don’t mind, maybe we can leave her dress off so she can try on the items I’ll be bringing,” Mary Beth requested as she left to retrieve the items.
“Not a problem,” Mom said, “I can see Janet is enjoying herself,” she smirked as she looked down at the blushing child standing next to her.
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Mary Beth returned after a little delay. “This little set, I think you will find, will be just the thing for little Janet for summer wear. I think I have her size right; so let’s see how they look on her,” she said enthusiastically.
With that, she took a white broadcloth blouse with a peter pan collar edged in pink lace, white eyelet puff sleeves trimmed with ruffled eyelet edging the very edges of which were pink, slipped my arms through the sleeves and began buttoning the pink heart buttons which graced the front of the blouse. When it was on, she took a white bib front romper of the same eyelet cotton with three rows of ruffled eyelet edging with the pink edges across the seat and held it open for me to step into. I felt as if I was being put in a jail cell and the bars were being closed permanently as I numbly put first one foot and then the other through the leg holes of the romper. She then proceeded to pull it up into place and fastened the straps across my shoulders to the bib front with pink heart shaped buttons that were identical to but larger than the ones on my blouse. As I looked down, I noticed the bib front had a rectangular piece sewn to the front and edged in the same eyelet edging with a pink Little Miss Muffet picture on it. The elastic at the back of the waist kept the bottom of the romper taut and emphasized my bubble butt. I could also see the pink of my plastic pants showing through the eyelet holes in the bottom of the romper and could vaguely feel the four snaps in the crotch of the romper. My infantile state was thoroughly emphasized and on display in this outfit!
“Isn’t this just darling,” my Mother exclaimed, “It’s just the perfect outfit for her!”
“I thought you’d like it,” Mary Beth responded, “and here’s the topping on the cake,” she said as she produced a white eyelet bonnet with a pink ribbon bow at the front of it and proceeded to fasten it in place much to my astonishment.
“You’re absolutely right. That little bonnet is indeed the topping on the cake,” my Mother laughed as she looked down at my now thoroughly infantile state.
“By the way, do you have any other children?”
“Yes, two girls.”
“Well, in that case, the money won’t be wasted as you can hand these down for summer or beach use,” Mary Beth suggested.
“What a wonderful idea. Do you have any more in this style?” Mom asked
“Yes, we have them in all white, yellow edging, blue edging and peach edging in matching sets. I checked and we have them all in her size. A wonderful lady in Canada named Annemarie makes these for us and she does beautiful work.” Mary Beth enthused.
“Well, they certainly are well made and just the thing I was looking for. Let’s add the other four sets to this and I think we’ll have Janet’s clothes together for the summer except for her shoes and socks.”
“In that case, you’re in luck as we’re clearing out our shoe department and we have a “Buy one pair, get the second pair of equal or lesser value free” sale going on. I’ll get some socks while you take Janet over and take a look at the styles,” Mary Beth suggested.
Mom took me by the hand and walked me over to the shoe area. Mary Beth brought over some socks: white for everyday and some fancier ruffled socks with pink, yellow, pale blue and white frilled edging. Mom had me try on the pink pair and then a pair of white patent Mary Jane shoes to try on. Fortunately, Mary Beth had them in my size. Mom also picked out a pair of red tee-strap shoes for everyday wear.
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Mom had me walk in both pair of shoes to make sure they fit. As I walked back and forth, I began to feel like a sissy. Dressed in my blouse, rompers and bonnet with my pacifier in my mouth, gazing down at my frilled socks and white patent shoes, I felt totally humiliated yet completely helpless to do anything about it. Mom had granted my wish and I was now dressed just like the baby I had asked to be. In less than a day, my world had been transformed and I was stuck in this prison of babyhood I had stupidly asked for.
“We’ll take both pair,” Mom said as I completed my walk in the white patent shoes, “And, if it’s all right with you, she can wear the ones she has on.”
“Of course,” Mary Beth responded, “Doesn’t she look just darling in those shoes and that outfit? She’s just the perfect little sissy baby girl; aren’t you sweetie?” she inquired as she pinched my blushing cheek. “A-w-w-w-w! Such a shy baby,” she laughed when I failed to reply, “I think I may have a little present for the baby. Let me get it and I’ll be right back,” she said as she hurried off. She returned shortly with a small teddy bear in hand. “Here,” she said, “this is for you. Her name is Melissa but you can call her Missy. When I saw how cute you looked in your little outfit, I thought the only thing missing was a cute little teddy bear – and now you have her,” she smiled as she tucked Missy under my arm, “There you go, the perfect little Missy for the perfect little Sissy!” she laughed at my blushing acquiescence. “Now, hold her close. You don’t want to lose her, do you?” Grudgingly, I squeezed the teddy bear to my chest. Having something soft under my arm seemed somehow vaguely comforting. At least, it was something to hang on to in my little world which had gone topsy-turvy.
Taking me by the hand, Mary Beth led me over to a playpen. “Here,” she said as she lifted me in, “You can wait here while your Mother and I have a little talk. There’s something I need to discuss with her.” Then, she and Mom walked a short distance away just out of earshot and began talking animatedly.
Meanwhile, I sat in the playpen with Missy under my arm. Curious, I took her out from under my arm and took a good look at her for the first time. She was dressed in a yellow sun dress with her name “Melissa” sewn into the top of the dress. She had a matching yellow scarf around her head through which her ears poked and a red necklace around her neck. I turned her upside down and saw the matching yellow cotton panties she had on underneath her dress for the first time. I sat her on my legs facing me and held her hands as I looked at her. Just then, two ladies came by the playpen. “Kind of big to be a baby,” one lady commented to the other. Instinctively, I picked Missy up and tucked her under my arm. “Looks more like a big sissy to me,” replied the other with a laugh as I held Missy tighter, blushed and cringed shamefully.
Shortly thereafter, Mary Beth and Mom returned and I was lifted out of the playpen. We returned to the main counter with the shoes and socks. “Will that be all for today, or is there something else I could interest you in?” Mary Beth inquired.
“No, I think that will be all for now,” Mom replied with a smile, “And thank you for the recommendation, also.”
“Think nothing of it,” she responded, “Just be sure to tell Carrie I said ‘hello’ and if you could bring Baby Janet by here when you’re done, I’d appreciate it. Also, I’m putting a coupon in with your things for the dress sale we’re having starting this Friday. I hope you’ll bring your daughters along. I’m sure they’d love trying on dresses.”
“Definitely,” Mom replied, “We’ll plan on it and I’ll bring them both.”
Mary Beth proceeded to ring everything up and Mom wrote a check. Mom handed me the bag with the diapers and plastic pants. With that and Missy under my arm, my hands were full.
“Well, Janet,” Mary Beth said as she crouched down to look at me, “Thank you for coming in. I’m glad to see you got just what you needed. Oh, and there’s one more thing I have for you she said as she got up and went over to a small booth. Taking a yellow balloon with the store logo on it, she inflated it with helium, tied a long pink ribbon on it and then tied the other end of the ribbon to my wrist. “Just for you, Janet – that’s for being such a good baby. Thank you again for coming in. You just made my day, sweetie. Oh, and one other thing,” she said as she took an additional length of ribbon and cut it; “We’d better make sure your little pacifier doesn’t get lost, shouldn’t we?” she laughed as she looped the ribbon through the pacifier holder and tied it behind my neck.
“Thank you for you help and all your kindness,” Mom replied, “It’s been a real pleasure shopping here.”
“Think nothing of it,” Mary Beth responded, “And, thank you for bringing little Janet in. It was a real pleasure helping her get what she needed,” she smiled pleasantly as we turned to go.
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I’ll never forget walking out of that store into the warm afternoon summer sun that day. With Missy under my right arm and the bag of diapers and plastic pants in my left hand. A slight breeze was blowing reminding me of my ruffled socks and bare arms and legs. I thought of removing my pacifier but, on second thought, realized it gave me just a little bit of anonymity. I looked up at Mom with tears beginning to trickle from the corners of my eyes but she just smiled down at me and said, “That’s a good girl. Just keep walking Janet. I’m sure everybody will enjoy seeing what a pretty baby you are.” So, reluctantly I continued walking at her side. We got more than a few stares and several knowing smiles from some of the ladies we passed. Eventually, we reached the car where Mom proceeded to open the trunk and deposit our purchases.
Once that was done, she took my hand and shocked me by saying “Come along, now. We have one more place to visit today before we go home.” I had thought we were going to get into the car and leave. We proceeded further down the block until we came to a shop called ‘Carrie’s CUT ‘N CURL’. Before I could react, Mom had me inside the shop. She approached the front counter and asked to speak to Carrie. We were asked to take a seat as Carrie would be available in a few minutes.
Shortly thereafter, we were called back over to the counter where a middle aged lady with brown curly hair awaited us.
“Good afternoon. I’m Carrie. How may I be of assistance to you today?” she inquired.
“Mary Beth at the children’s shop just up the way recommended you to us. She also said to say ‘Hello’. From what she told me, you have a special you offer called a ‘Sissy Special’. Is that so?” Mom asked.
“Yes, indeed.” Carrie responded as she looked down at me with a big smile, “It costs a mere $25 and includes much more than that in services. The reason we offer it so cheaply is that we receive advertising services as a result. Are you aware of what those services entail?”
“Mary Beth explained all that to me and I think that would be just what my little baby Janet needs.” Mom smilingly replied.
“Well, then, we could begin now. The service will take a couple of hours but I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results. Would that be acceptable or would you rather make an appointment for another time?” Carrie inquired.
“Now would be acceptable. That would allow me to do some more shopping and make some preparations at home before returning to pick up Janet.” Mom enthusiastically agreed.
“Very well, then. We’ll expect you around four-thirty. Please don’t worry. We’ll take very good care of Janet for you and I’m sure the results will be everything you expect.” Carrie happily agreed.
“I’ll see you at four-thirty and thank you for taking us on such short notice,” Mom replied as she turned to leave.
“Happy to be able to be of service,” Carrie responded, “Oh, Carol.” she called to one of the girls in the shop, “ Could you come over here. I’ve got a customer for you.”
“Carol,” Carrie said to the young blond haired girl who came over to us, “This is baby Janet. Her mother brought her in for our Sissy Special and I’d like you to get her started if you would, please.”
“Oh, thank you Carrie. I’d love to do that. And what a good time you’re going to have Janet,” she said as she took my hand and led me to a room at the rear of the shop. There, she proceeded to take Missy from me and put her aside. Then she undressed me down to my diapers and plastic pants and hung my clothes and bonnet up and put my shoes and socks in a cabinet. “What pretty panties you have on,” she said when she saw them. I blushed in response both to her statement and my nakedness. “Let me get you a robe and some sandals,” she said as she left for a minute. She returned with a white robe and a pair of sandals which fit me though they were a bit large.
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After that, Carol led me over to a nearby sink and had my climb a short stepstool and kneel on the padded seat on the top of the stepstool and lower my head over the sink so that my neck was touching the sink rim. Then she took this brown bottle of stuff that fizzed as she applied it to my hair and eyebrows after telling me to keep my eyes tightly shut until she told me to open them. She told me that it would take a few minutes to do its work and to keep my eyes tightly closed. After a bit, she rinsed my hair and eyebrow with some warm water and wrapped a towel around my head and took me over to a larger chair she had me sit in. Then, she called Carrie over.
“Good job, Carol. Our little Janet is off to a good start. Now, let me see what we can do with her hair,” she said as she checked the length and shape of my hair. “Just how did you happen to become a little sissy,” she inquired of me.
“M-my Mom caught me wearing diapers and plastic pants,” I meekly responded.
“Well, it looks to me like you’re getting just what you deserve,” she smiled.
“You should see her pretty plastic panties,” Carol chimed in.
“Oh, really,” Carrie brightened as she proceeded to lift my robe open to take a peek at my panties, “My, aren’t you the lucky girl,” she exclaimed. “Did those come from Mary Beth’s shop?” she asked
“Y-yes, Ma’am,” I quietly responded as I blushed crimson.
“Just what every little baby girl needs,” she laughed. “Carol, I think what we need to do here is put our little Janet in pin curls. You can get Nancy to help you do her up. She’s free at the moment. Once that’s done, you know what to do to complete our little Janet’s transformation,” she laughed. “You just sit here and enjoy yourself, sweetie. You’re going to have a very memorable day today,” she smiled looking down at me.
I cringed before her and began to tremble and then began to sob. I wanted to run away so badly but there was no possible way I could do it dressed as I was. I felt so trapped and frustrated at that moment. I could see the other women looking my way and many of them had knowing smiles and a few had derisive smirks on their faces. I ducked my head trying to hide my shame.
“I think we’d better get the baby her pacifier,” Carrie said. Carol retrieved it and placed it in my mouth. My sobbing soon abated.
“There, there,” Carol consoled, “Don’t worry baby. We’ll take good care of you.”
As Carrie walked away, she stopped by a dark-haired girl and spoke to her. She came right over to us.
“Hi, Nancy. Carrie says we should put Janet in pin curls. Want to give me a hand?” Carol asked.
“Sure thing. This should be fun.” Nancy responded.
Carol brought over a tray of small red curlers and she and Nancy proceeded to section my hair and take small bunches which they wrapped tightly in the red curlers before snapping them closed. Soon my head was a mass of tight curlers. Then they took some smelly lotion and applied it to each curler and wrapped each curler in tinfoil. When that was done, they led me over to a dryer and had me sit under it while they adjusted the top so it fit over my head and then turned it on.
“Would you like to do Janet’s nails while she’s sitting here,” Carol asked Nancy.
“I’d love to,” Nancy enthused as Carol handed her a bottle of hot pink nail polish.
Nancy proceeded to remove all the polish Mom had put on my hands and toes. Next she gave me a manicure and a pedicure followed by the application of the base coat, polish and top coat. When she was done, my fingers and toes were a hot pink that just screamed for attention. I wished there were some place I could hide them but it was impossible to do.
After my hair was dry, they took the tinfoil off, rinsed my hair off and applied another lotion to my hair which Carol said was a setting lotion. Then it was back under the dryer until my hair was dry again. By this time, the curlers were feeling almost painfully tight to my scalp. As Nancy and Carol removed the curlers, I could feel how springy my hair felt and, although I couldn’t see my hair, I knew it was now a mass of curls.
After that, Carol thanked Nancy for her help and then took me to a table in a room at the back of the shop and had me take my robe off and climb up on it. She applied this warm, sticky wax to my arms and legs and, when it cooled, she pulled it off with strips of cloth that pulled what little hair I had on my arms and legs off too. She also put a little on my eyebrows. It really hurt when she pulled that off.
After that, she took me to get dressed and put everything back on me except my bonnet which she carried with her as we returned to the front of the shop where she had me sit in a chair while she plucked my eyebrows, curled my eyelashes and applied a little mascara to my lashes and just a touch of rouge to my already burning cheeks. When she was done, she called Carrie over.
“Hmmm. Nice job Carol. I think maybe some pretty pink bows in her hair would set her off nicely. I’ll have Nancy help. Oh, and don’t forget the finishing touch,” she laughed as she left to send Nancy over.
While Nancy was coming over, Carol proceeded to cut some pink satin ribbon into short strips which she and Nancy proceeded to tie in bows in to my curls. They didn’t do every curl but it felt like they almost did.
“Would you like to help with the finishing touch,” Carol asked Nancy when they were done.
“Love to,” Nancy said as both she and Carol picked up a similar instrument from the counter.
“Hold still,” Carol directed as both she and Nancy grasped an earlobe at the same time, “Ready, now,” Carol said as I felt a sharp pain in each earlobe. Then they took some alcohol and wiped away what little blood there was. It stung for a minute and I cried as they inserted the earrings and fastened them in place.
“Poor little sissy baby,” Nancy soothed, “You’ll be all right in a while. Don’t you fret.”
“Let me get Carrie,” Carol said as she signaled Carrie to come over.
“All done! My, aren’t you just the perfect little sissy,” Carrie said as she pinched my cheek. “Well, I guess it’s picture time now girls,” she said to Nancy and Carol who proceeded to set up a camera on a tripod in an area near the front of the store.
They had me stand with Missy under one arm, my pacifier dangling from my neck and my bonnet dangling from its straps in my left hand. They had a hard time getting me to smile but Nancy tickled me and they finally got the picture they wanted. After that, they led me over to mirror so I could see myself. I was shocked to see that my hair was now a mass of blond pin curls with pretty pink bows on them, my eyebrows were arched, lashes curled and my painted nails all screamed sissy baby. I started to cry and they put my pacifier back in my mouth. I was now every inch the sissy baby my Mom wanted me to be.
Then they took me over to a bulletin board near the cash register as Carrie was just posting a large picture they had taken of me. The caption at the bottom read: ‘Little Johnnie (MyLastName). Now known as Sissy Baby Janet.’
I was shocked into stunned silence as I realized every mother and every little girl in town would soon know of my situation.
I waited for Mom to show up in stunned silence and abject shame. When she did arrive, she was absolutely elated at my new look and thanked and congratulated Carrie on the beautiful job and the nice picture. “It’s just what I wanted for Janet. Everybody should be aware of what a sissy she is.” She said as she paid the bill and left a nice tip for Nancy and Carol.
When we left the store, she walked me back to Mary Beth’s still holding my bonnet in my hand. Mary Beth took a picture also and posted it in her “Baby of the Month” frame at the front of the store with the title “Sissy Baby Janet”.
“All the ladies who see it will want to know who you are. I just refer them to Carrie’s shop. You’d be surprised how much business she gets whenever a new sissy shows up.
See, you’re actually very good for business. Don’t worry about the pictures going away either. Both Carrie and I have a bulletin board at the back of our shops with the photos of all the past sissies who’ve come in. You can be sure your picture will be joining them eventually when the next sissy comes in. They’re an inspiration for many Moms who have troublesome boys to deal with. You’d be surprised how many end up in diapers or dresses,” she laughed as the pinched my cheek.
With that, we left and Mom drove us back home. I felt totally exhausted and fell asleep in the playpen when we got home.
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I was lying on a table and my Mom was changing my diaper. There were all these women around the table. They were laughing and talking and making comments about how cute the “little baby” was. I was blushing and wishing they weren’t there and that Mom would hurry and finish changing me. One lady put her finger in my hair and twirled a lock and said “Look, how cute her hair is with the little pink ribbon bows in it.” Another woman took my hand and shaped it so my thumb was sticking up. “Open wide, little babies love to s*ck their thumbs all the time.” She pushed it toward my mouth and I felt myself open my mouth and begin to s*ck on my thumb just like a little baby. It felt somehow good and comforting to s*ck my thumb. “Wait. I have something special for the baby,” another woman said as she approached with a length of pink satin ribbon which she began to fashion into a bow around my little wee-wee. All the other women were laughing at this and at me for s*cking my thumb. I felt so helpless and somehow babyish and I felt humiliated and warm down there. Did I…..?
I awoke with a start to find tears flowing from my eyes, my thumb in my mouth and the sensation of a warm, wet diaper. I had been dreaming and wet myself. I took my thumb from my mouth as I lay on the floor of the playpen and looked at it. It was all white and wrinkled. I put it back in my mouth and continued s*cking on it.
“Mo-om!!! The baby’s awake and he’s s*cking his thumb!” I looked up to see Marlene looking down at me as I lay in the playpen. She had a very self satisfied smile on her face.
“That’s good. I’ll be right there in just a minute,” I heard Mom call from the kitchen. In a few minutes, she came out from the kitchen with Diane and put Diane in the playpen. Then she slipped a finger under the leg of my plastic pants to check my diaper. “Wet, I see. Nice to see the baby’s beginning to enjoy her diapers,” she said with a determined glint in her eye. She then proceeded to help me out of the playpen and led me into the kitchen where she strapped me in the high chair and tied a bib on me.
I noticed the clock on the wall said six-thirty. I had slept for an hour or two.
“We’ve got lots of nice baby food for the baby tonight,” Mom said as she slipped the tray into place. “And, if you can keep your hands down while I feed you we won’t have to tie them down like we did at breakfast. Will you be able to do that?” she asked.
I nodded my head submissively in reply.
“Good!” she said as she took a large jar of liver and bacon and began to feed it to me. It tasted awful but I knew I had no choice. I coughed some up at one point but she just scooped it off my bib and fed it to me again. This was followed by a jar of squash which I detested. Finally, a jar of chocolate pudding which certainly tasted like baby food was my reward for putting up with the pain and suffering of the first two entrees. When she was done, she took a warm, damp wash cloth and wiped off my hands and face just like she did for Diane. Then she removed the tray, unstrapped me and helped me get down.
She led me upstairs to Diane’s nursery and had me get up on the changing table. I felt funny as she proceeded to unsnap the crotch of my rompers and pull them up. Next, she pulled my plastic pants off, unpinned my diapers, dropped them in the diaper pail and began to clean me up. Looking around, I noticed that my new plastic pants and diapers were stacked on a dresser that was new to the room. Also, there was a second crib across from Diane’s crib.
“Yes, that’s for you,” Mom said as she saw me notice the crib. “Mrs. Eppersley was kind enough to loan the crib and dresser to us.” Mom said as she took a large night time diaper and a pair of yellow plastic pants off the top of the dresser. “Hold onto those,” she instructed as she laid the plastic pants on my chest. Then she proceeded to slip the diaper under me and apply diaper rash ointment and baby lotion. I was blushing crimson as she did so. I was experiencing something I’d desperately wanted to have happen but was humiliated to have actually happen to me. It felt both terrible and wonderful at the same time.
After she pinned my diaper in place, she removed my shoes and socks before taking the plastic pants from me, slipping them up my legs and pulling them into place. Once that was done, she sat me up, checked to make sure my diaper was tucked in at the back of my plastic pants and then removed my bonnet and rompers. Then she helped me down from the changing table and led me over to the crib in just my diapers and plastic pants.
“I’m sure you’ve had a busy day and little babies need their rest. So, it’s off to bed for you,” she smiled as she helped me into the crib and raised the side after spreading a small baby blanket over me. “Better get used to it,” she smirked, “It’s going to be your own little bed for quite a while.” With that she left the room and went downstairs. I heard her come back up shortly. She walked into the room with Diane and laid her on the changing table and proceeded to change her and get her ready for bed. Diane looked around and saw me in my crib. “Baby?” she inquired.
“Yes, dear. Now you have somebody to keep you company at night. We have another baby in the nursery. Albeit, a sissy baby. She’ll be your little friend. Won’t you, Janet?” she asked. “Y-yes,” I timidly replied from my crib, knowing I had no choice in the matter. Diane seemed excited to have another baby share her room. I, on the other hand, was wishing I’d never gotten myself into this predicament and could sleep in my own room again. I wondered how long it would be before Mom let me do that.
When she was done, Mom gave Diane a hug and a kiss and placed her in her crib and pulled the side up.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said as she left to go downstairs. I could hear her doing something in the kitchen and in about fifteen minutes she returned with two four-ounce bottles of warm formula which she proceeded to give to Diane and myself.
“Here you go,” she said as she handed the bottle to me, “enjoy your little bottle and drink it all up like a good little baby,” she laughed. “I hope you enjoyed our little shopping trip and your visit to the beauty shop. It must be nice to know that soon everybody will know just what a little sissy you really are,” she smiled as she left the room.
I lay there nursing on my bottle with an occasional tear trickling from the corner of my eye as I reflected on the events of the day. Mom had given me what I’d asked for but in ways I’d never expected. My baby fate seemed sealed at least for the summer. I looked over at Diane nursing on her bottle in her crib and saw her looking back at me. I felt air coming through the nipple as I finished the bottle. I held it in my hand as I drifted off to sleep.
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I awoke somewhat groggily the next morning to the feeling of a cold back and a strong need to wet. Knowing there was nothing I could do; I relaxed and let loose the warm stream that trickled across my tummy as I rolled sleepily onto my back. My diapers were soon wet and warm. I glanced over at Diane who was still sound asleep in her crib with her thumb in her mouth nursing on it gently as she slept. I glanced down at the yellow plastic pants that encircled my waist as I pulled the baby blanket around me. ‘Well, I got what I asked for,’ I thought to myself, ‘Actually, a lot more than I had asked for considering what happened yesterday,’ I concluded shamefully as I noticed the pretty pink nail polish on my fingers and felt the bows still firmly encircling the ringlets of hair on my head. Mom was right; it wouldn’t be long before most of the women in town and their daughters would know of my sissy state. It wouldn’t be long after that that the word spread to the rest of their families. My new reputation would soon be firmly established to everyone’s (except my own) amusement. A tear trickled from my eye as I thought of how hopeless and helpless my situation now was. I clenched my little fist in frustration and, somehow my thumb made its way to my mouth. I remembered how comforting it had been to suc-k on it yesterday and began suc-king on it again feeling ever so much more babyish as I did so. My little world was shrinking back into infancy and I was the one who had chosen the path and now there seemed no way back – only forward and further into diapers and babyhood.
It was not long before the need for another bodily function made its presence known. I was determined not to let it happen and squeezed my little butt cheeks together as hard as I could to prevent it. The urge went away only to return a bit more urgently a few minutes later. I fought it for quite a while growing increasingly more tired and sweaty in the process. It hurt tremendously and the pain kept growing until at last I knew I couldn’t resist very much longer. Finally, just as I thought I had the next strong urge under control, I felt it begin to slip through even though I was doing everything I could to prevent it. My exhausted defenses relaxed completely as my diapers filled with the awful mess. I hated having it happen and lay there sobbing softly still suc-king my thumb in absolute misery as the stench began to pervade the room.
Shortly thereafter, Mom came into the room. “Good morning, babies! O-h-h-h! It smells as if we have a baby with a dirty bottom,” she exclaimed. She took Diane out of her crib and changed her on the changing table. “Looks like Diane isn’t the baby with a dirty bottom,” she smiled over at me knowingly as I blushed in shame.
When she was finished changing Diane, she put a dress and shoes and socks on her and took her downstairs to the kitchen. After calling Marlene to come help feed Diane her breakfast, she returned upstairs to deal with me. As she sat me up in bed, the mess squished forward between my legs. She lowered the side of the crib and helped me out. Leading me over to the changing table, she helped me up on it and removed my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper.
“Looks like you’re going to need a bath this morning,” she commented as she removed my diaper and wiped me up with some baby wipes. She sent me off to the bathroom for my bath and told me to call her when I was done.
When I was done, I called her and she came back upstairs and led me back to the changing table where she proceeded to apply ointment and lotion and diaper me again. Today, she chose the pale blue plastic pants followed by the white blouse and rompers with the pale blue trim and the white socks with pale blue ribbons and lace edging and the red t-strap shoes we had bought yesterday at Mary Beth’s shop.
“After all,” she teased, “blue is for boys. Especially sweet little boys like you who like to be babies. Isn’t that so, Janet?” she asked mockingly as she sat me up.
I just nodded my head as I blushed and started to tear up.
She took my pacifier and put the pink ribbon around my neck and presented it to my mouth to suc-k on. Reluctantly, I accepted the symbol of my babyhood.
“I think you’ll find that a lot cleaner and better to suc-k on than your silly little thumb. Besides, it’s so much more appropriate for a little sissy baby like you,” she laughed as she helped me down from the changing table and led me downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
After breakfast, she put me in the playpen and had me mimic Diane while she sat and read a magazine and kept an eye on me. Again, I began to get to feel like a baby after about twenty minutes of play. It was as if my mind was returning to infancy and some of the toys in the playpen, instead of being boring, took on a different babyish interest to me. I was truly starting to feel more like a baby whether I wanted to or not. After about an hour or so of this, both Diane and I fell asleep.
Mom continued the baby treatment for the rest of the week and I could feel its effect inexorably beginning to take over my conscious thought and actions. I was actually becoming more babyish with each and every passing day. I was beginning to enjoy wetting and even messing my diapers and I actually found myself staring in the hallway mirror admiring myself in my rompers and blouse and baby shoes and socks. The bows in my hair and the nail polish on my hands were beginning to seem as if they belonged there. I was slipping into babyhood and there seemed to be little or nothing I could do about it even though I reminded myself that I was still a seven-year-old boy.
On Friday after breakfast, Mom took Diane over to Mrs. Eppersley’s to be babysat. Then she got Marlene ready and took the two of us downtown to Mary Beth’s store.
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Once again, she parked a block and a half away from the store. I was in my bonnet and yellow-trimmed blouse and rompers with my red t-strap shoes on and white socks with yellow ribbon trim and a yellow bow. Mom handed me Missy as we exited the car. Mom had me hold hands with Marlene and Mom took Marlene’s hand and led us up the block towards Mary Beth’s shop. The warm summer sun beamed down merrily and the light breeze tickled my legs and arms. My pink pacifier dangling from my neck and my thick diaper forcing me to waddle a bit as we moved up the street and my bonnet framing my view forward were constant reminders of my sissified status. I clutched Missy tightly in my right arm. She was the only security I had at the moment..
If anything, we seemed to be gathering even more attention than the last time we were here. The smiles from the ladies and their daughters seemed even more knowing than before.
“That must be Baby Janet and her mother,” I heard one girl exclaim. “I’m sure you’re right,” her mother responded, “and she’s just as cute as her picture in Mary Beth’s shop.”
I looked up at Mom at that remark as my eyes began to tear up. “Well, Janet,” she laughed, “it looks like my little sissy baby is becoming the talk of the town.” I hung my head in shame, knowing I was doomed to continue my babyish state and even if I ever did get free of it, everybody would know what a sissy I was.
When we arrived at Mary Beth’s shop after that gauntlet of stares, smiles, snickers and outright laughter, Mom led the two of us in and up to the main counter.
“Good afternoon. I’m Nancy. How may I be of help to you, Ma’am?” the girl at the counter asked.
“We were in here earlier this week and Mary Beth was kind enough to tell us a dress sale was starting today. So, I thought I’d get my two girls a dress or two. I was thinking one for Sunday best and possibly one or two for everyday wear.” Mom replied happily.
“Is this little baby Janet I see here?” Nancy asked as she looked down at me. “Mary Beth asked us to let her know if Janet came in again.”
“Why, yes it is. I’m sure Janet would be delighted to see Mary Beth again,” Mom smiled back.
“Just wait right here and I’ll get her. I’ll be just a second,” Nancy said as she went off to find Mary Beth.
“Oh, there you are,” Mary Beth enthused as she approached us shortly thereafter.
“Nancy would you gather the other girls and bring them over here. I promised them an introduction to our special little friend. I’m so glad her Mom brought her back in.”
“Of course,” Mom responded. “I’m sure Janet will enjoy meeting the other sales girls, too. Won’t you Janet?” To which I just nodded miserably.
When the girls were all present, Mary Beth knelt down and put her hand on my shoulder. “I think you’ve already met Nancy but I’m sure Jill and Andrea would like to meet you too. Girls, this is sissy baby Janet our June Baby of the Month. She’s the one whose picture is posted on our board. She actually asked her Mommy to put her back in diapers. Didn’t you Janet?” she asked. Again I nodded my head shamefully as tears started to trickle from my eyes.
“You can see she’s hugging the little teddy bear I gave her. What’s your teddy bear’s name Janet? Come on, you can tell us.” Mary Beth encouraged.
“M-M-Missy,” I mumbled as I blushed and Marlene giggled in girlish joy at my discomfiture.
“I’m glad to see you’re wearing one of the pretty outfits your Mom bought for you. Let me take a peek here,” she said as she tugged the waistband of my romper wider. “Yes, it looks like you even have the matching plastic pants to go with your socks and the trim on your romper. Don’t you just love being back in diapers and plastic pants just like the little baby you wanted to be?” she laughed as I turned beet red and burst into tears
“Oh, poor baby,” she said as she lifted my pacifier to my lips. Knowing I was making a scene and attracting a lot of attention, I eagerly accepted it and began nursing on it.
“That’s a good girl,” Mary Beth said. “Now, let’s see if we can find you and your sister a pretty dress or two. Come along with me,” she said as she turned and led us away.
“Do your girls have crinolines yet,” she asked my Mom as we walked along.
“Marlene does but Janet doesn’t have one yet,” Mom responded.
“Well, in that case, why don’t we have Andrea go with you and Marlene to look at dresses and Nancy, Jill and I will fit Janet with a crinoline?” Mary Beth suggested.
“That would be fine with me,” Mom cheerily replied.
So, I was taken over to the racks where the petticoats and crinolines were hanging while Mom, Andrea and Marlene proceeded on to the dress shop. Marlene gave me a sly wink as she passed me.
“You girls get her undressed while I see if I can find something close to her size,” Mary Beth instructed. “Don’t you worry, Janet. We’ll have you fixed up as pretty as a princess in no time. We just love helping our little sissies into their first dress,” she smiled over at me.
Nancy and Jill began removing my romper, blouse and shoes. I offered little resistance as there was nothing I could do really. I was in their hands and at their mercy. In a minute or two I was standing there with my yellow trimmed sock, yellow plastic pants and diaper and my pacifier in my mouth as tears trickled from eyes in frustration at my helpless situation.
“Here, let’s try these on,” Mary Beth encouraged as she held out a pair of white satin rhumba panties trimmed in lace at the waist and legs with three rows of lace on the rear and a big white satin ribbon at the center of the rear for me to step into.
Reluctantly, I complied and she proceeded to pull them up over my plastic pants.
“There you go. Looks like those will do nicely. Just what you need if I do say so,” she smiled as she turned to take a crinoline from Nancy. “Now, lift your arms up high like a good girl,” she chided as she raised it over my head. Again, I reluctantly complied and she lowered it and proceeded to guide my arms through the ribbon straps. The crinoline had 3 tiers, each trimmed with lace and there was lace trimming the top of the bodice with a little pink bow at the top center. The nylon bodice felt cool and slippery on chest as it settled into place and I could feel the crinoline brushing against the top of my rhumba panties as I turned. I blushed as I knew what a sissy I not only looked like but felt like.
“Here, let me adjust these for you,” Mary Beth said as she reached to adjust the ribbon straps at the top of the bodice so it would fit properly. “See, I told you that you’d look just like a little princess,” she said as she led me to a full length mirror. I couldn’t deny that I looked just like a little baby girl with my hair done up and the crinoline and the pacifier in my mouth. I blushed at the sight.
“Now, let’s go find Mom and Marlene and get our little sissy some pretty dresses to wear,” she said as she took my hand and led me toward the dress department.
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I felt like a prisoner being led to the execution chamber as she led me towards the dresses. My tummy was tingling with anxiety and apprehension as she led me along. I didn’t know what to do with my other hand. If I left it at my side, I was touching my crinoline and felt like such a sissy for doing so. So, I held it tentatively at my waist and was still self-conscious of how I looked. Somehow, the journey I had begun when I started wearing plastic pants and diapers seemed somehow to be culminating with being plunged head first into wearing dresses. Even though I’d worn a dress before, this was somehow different and I both knew it and knew there was not a thing I could do to prevent it.
When we arrived at the dress section, Mom and Marlene were just emerging from one of the dressing rooms and Marlene walked up to a mirror to see herself in the dress she had on. It was yellow organza edged with white lace trim with a peter pan collar and a large bow at the back that Mom had obviously tied in place for her. Marlene smiled as she saw herself in the mirror. “I like this one a lot, Mom!” she exclaimed, “But I like the pale blue one, too. Can I try that one on again, please?”
“Of course, dear,” Mom responded, “Just go change out of that one and I’ll be there in a minute to help you.”
Marlene, after noticing me, laughed and hurried off to the changing room.
“How do you like Janet’s crinoline?” Mary Beth asked, “Isn’t it just darling?”
“It certainly is. It’s just what I had in mind,” Mom replied with a smile.
“Here, let me show you what I’ve added to the picture,” Mary Beth stated as she lifted the hem of my crinoline to expose the white satin rhumba panties “I thought these would be just perfect for Sunday best and, if you want more, we do have them in a selection of pastel colors. What do you think?”
“You’re right! They are just perfect for her. We’ll definitely take them,” Mom enthused happily. “Please excuse me, Andrea would you mind giving Marlene a hand for a minute or two? I think we need to get Janet started on picking out a dress.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to,” Andrea replied.
“Nancy, Jill, why don’t you see what you can find for Janet to try on?” Mary Beth suggested to the two other assistants.
“Yes, Ma’am!” they replied merrily as they hurried off to search the racks.
“While we’re waiting for them,” Mary Beth suggested, “Why don’t I show you something that might work well with her blouses?”
“Of course, please show me what you have,” Mom responded pleasantly.
“Over here we have some very nice pleated plaid jumpers that would work very well with her blouses,” Mary Beth suggested.
“Hmmm! These are very nice. Are they on sale, too?” Mom inquired.
“Yes, they are. I thought you might be interested in them,” Mary Beth responded. “After we find Janet a dress or two, we’ll try one or two of those on her to see how they look.”
“By the way, did you bring her dress shoes with you as we discussed?”
“Yes, indeed,” Mom replied, “I have them right here,” she said as she removed them from her purse.
“Great! I’ll just slip those on her now,” Mary Beth said as she took them from Mom and bent down to help me put them on. “There, now she’s ready for her dress fitting,” Mary Beth smiled as she completed fastening the straps on my white patent Mary Janes.
Shortly, Jill and Nancy returned with several dresses each in hand.
“Boy – or should I say girl – are you going to have some fun,” Jill laughed as she hung her dresses up on a rack nearby.
“Here you go,” Nancy proclaimed as she held up a pink organza confection, “Your first dress of the day!” she exclaimed as she unzipped it and raised it over my head.
“Now, put your arms up like a good little girl,” Mary Beth teased me. I reluctantly complied as all three of them helped me into the dress, guiding my arms into the puff sleeves. The dress hugged my chest as Jill zipped the zipper all the way up to the base of the Peter Pan collar edged in white lace. It seemed to billow out even more as Nancy tied the sashes in a cute bow at my waist as I looked back over my shoulder in dismay. A tear trickled from the corner of my eye as I realized I was now truly imprisoned in my dress.
“That’s just a darling dress,” my Mom enthused, “Don’t you think so, Janet?” she asked as she turned me so I could see myself in a nearby full length mirror.
Before me in the mirror stood a pretty little blond haired girl in white patent shoes with pretty pink ribbons tied in the tight little curls of her hair. She was wearing a pretty pink organza dress and didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands which she held somewhat pensively at her waist as if she was afraid to touch her dress. She seemed very shy and reticent. I was that girl. I was the one in the pretty pink dress and the realization of the change was overwhelming. I was truly a sissy in a dress and I realized somewhere deep down inside me that though I wanted desperately to deny it, I liked wearing that dress. I liked the swish and rustle of my skirts; I liked the snugness of the bodice and the way the bow snugly hugged my waist. It was at that moment that I discovered that I wanted to be a sissy. I wanted always to be a sissy. I loved my dress. I loved my diapers and plastic panties. It all felt suddenly so good and seemed so right and so perfect. I found myself shyly smiling to myself in the mirror. I was the little girl in the pretty dress and I loved it.
“Yes, Mommy. I’m your little girl and I love my pretty dress,” tumbled numbly from my lips as I acknowledged slipping into sissyhood forever. Then, I heard people clapping around me and looked around to see Mary Beth, Nancy, Jill, Andrea and several ladies nearby and a few of their daughters applauding my statement. I blushed shyly at this unexpected acknowledgment.
“That’s my good little girl,” Mom smiled approvingly as she patted the back of my head. “Now, let’s see you walk in this dress and we’ll put it aside then so you can try on some of the others.”
For the next hour or so, I tried on dress after dress in nylon, taffeta, organza and in lots of pretty colors and prints. Each one was a joy to wear and I found myself enjoying their rustle as I gently twirled in them at times. Nancy, Jill and Andrea found this amusing. Mary Beth commented that I was becoming more of a girl every second and suggested to Mom that I should be kept in dresses since I liked them so much.
When we were done, Mom selected a white nylon satin dress with a taffeta lining for me and I was asked to try it on one more time. I gladly donned the swishy, rustling creation but little did I expect what was to happen next. Once Nancy had tied the sashes at my waist into a pretty white bow, Mary Beth approached with a matching large white satin baby bonnet which she proceeded to tie in place. “There,” she gleefully proclaimed, “Now you’re just the perfect little sissy baby you should be! Now, come along with me,” she said as she took me to the front of the store to have my picture taken in my new outfit.
They had no problem getting me to smile in this happy little confection. Once they were done, we proceeded back to the dress section where I changed back out of the dress and bonnet and Mom had me try on my blouse along with the two pleated jumpers. She was pleased enough with them that she bought both along with the white satin Sunday best dress. Marlene also got a pretty pink organza dress that she had her heart set on.
Once we were finished and I was dressed in my rompers, bonnet, blouse and red shoes that I wore coming in to the store, Nancy, Jill and Andrea all thanked us for coming in. After we paid and were about to leave, Mary Beth showed us the new picture of me next to the June Baby of the Month picture previously posted near the store’s entrance. The title under it said “Sissy Baby Janet in her first dress.”
“Well, I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself,” she said condescendingly as she pinched my blushing cheek, “Hurry back soon. We love giving special service to all our little sissies,” she laughed as Mom bade her goodbye and we turned to leave the store.
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Marlene and I both carried a shopping bag with our dresses in them and Mom carried a shopping bag with my two jumpers. Despite my enjoyment of trying on dresses in the shop and my acceptance of my sissy status, I was still very self conscious dressed as I was in public. We, or should I say “I”, received more than our fair share of stares, smirking smiles and comments on my sissy. “What a cute little sissy,” one woman commented to her daughter who looked at me with dumbfounded curiosity as I blushed crimson in response. Mom just looked down at me with a smile of pleased satisfaction at my flustered state.
At last we reached the safety of the car and, after depositing our shopping bags in the trunk, departed for home. Once there, Mom had us hang our dresses up in our closets; for me that meant alongside Diane’s dresses in her closet. After that, Mom deposited me in the playpen and went next door to retrieve Diane from Mrs. Eppersley’s.
When she returned, Mom placed Diane in the playpen with me and checked us both to see if our diapers were wet. Diane was dry but, to my surprise, I was wet. I was surprised because I hadn’t remembered wetting myself. It must have happened in the excitement of trying on all those dresses at Mary Beth’s. Still, I was shocked that I hadn’t noticed wetting myself. Mom took me upstairs to get changed. She gave me a pair of pink plastic pants to hold to my chest as usual while she removed my diaper and cleaned me up.
“I’m glad you enjoyed your little trip to Mary Beth’s,” she said as she began to apply the diaper rash ointment and the baby lotion, “This Sunday you’ll get to wear your pretty new dress to church and show everybody what a good little sissy baby you really are,” she smiled down at me. A tear trickled from the corner of my eye as I realized that my humiliated state was going to be on full display again. “You may as well enjoy your little diapers,” she smiled as she began to pin my fresh diaper into place, “You’re going to become quite used to them before too long, I’m sure,” she laughed as she took the pink plastic pants from my chest, slipped my legs through the legholes and began pulling them snugly into place. After checking that my diaper was tucked in at the back of my plastic pants, she proceeded to pull the romper bottom between my legs and snap it in place. “There you go,” she said as she helped me down from the changing table and patted my well padded bottom, “Mommy’s little baby is all nice and dry again. Now, let’s go downstairs and you can help me get supper started,” she smiled as she turned to lead the way. I followed along somewhat reluctantly, glancing at myself in the hallway mirror as I passed it. I was the personification of a little sissy; clearly too old for the diapers and rompers that I wore not to mention the shoes, socks and hairdo.
I helped Mom with supper and was fed, as usual, after Diane was done. Then it was the playpen for the rest of the evening mimicking Diane as usual. I fell asleep after a bit and only hazily remember Mom carrying me up to the changing table and changing me and giving me a bottle of formula which I nursed on for a few minutes before falling asleep.
Saturday morning I woke up to the sensation of wet diapers. My bottle was still near at hand and, as it appeared Mom was going to sleep in this morning, I proceeded to nurse on the bottle of cold formula until it was empty. After that, I curled up under the baby blanket and fell back asleep until Mom came in to change us. After breakfast was done and Diane was in her playpen and Marlene was off to the Eppersley’s to play with Andrea, I helped Mom with the laundry and cleaning. It felt funny to be out in the summer sun with my rompers on and the wind gently caressing my bare legs and arms as I hung up the laundry and later took it down and folded it. In between, I helped Mom vacuum and dust the house. I was becoming quite the little Momma’s girl helping around the house. I was not an unwilling participant as I had no desire to be seen outside the house in my babyish apparel. The rest of the day went pretty much as usual with the exception that Mom insisted I pick out the plastic pants for my nightly diaper change before bed. I chose the yellow pair with very little hesitation and realized that I was becoming more used to my diapered state than I had realized. “Maybe that’s what Mom wanted me to realize,” I thought to myself as I curled up under the baby blanket nursing on my bottle of formula. I drifted off to dreams of playpens and visits to Mary Beth’s shop and Carrie’s Cut and Curl shop.
I awoke sleepily Sunday morning to the feeling of my Mom’s finger checking my diaper under the waistband of my plastic pants. “Nice and wet, just like a good little baby,” she smiled down at me as I sleepily nursed on my pacifier. She changed Diane first and took her downstairs and put her in her high chair and had Marlene start to feed her breakfast. Then she returned to the nursery for me. She had me changed and into a pair of white crystalline plastic pants in hardly any time at all. Then it was my turn in the high chair with Marlene feeding me breakfast while Mom got Diane ready for church. When I was done, Marlene was sent off to get ready for church while Mom took me to the nursery and got my crinoline, dress, bonnet, shoes, socks and panties out. It seemed like she had me dressed in no time at all. “There you go,” she smiled as she snugged the bonnet into place and tied a big bow beneath my chin, “my little baby’s all ready for church.”
I made sure I had my pacifier in place. I was going to need all the anonymity I could muster for this little excursion. Once again, I felt like a prisoner in my pretty white dress as Mom led us out the front door for the two block walk to church. Mom had the stroller for Diane while Marlene and I walked together hand-in-hand in front of them. We got there a little early and Mom sat with us in a pew about mid way up the side aisle. People kept coming in. I heard a few comments around me like “There’s baby Janet. I didn’t expect to see her here. Isn’t she cute in her pretty dress?” and “Isn’t that baby Janet we saw in Mary Beth’s shop yesterday, Mom?” from another little girl nearby. One woman made a point of stopping next to my Mom and saying “What pretty girls you have and especially little Janet here,” with a broad, knowing smile. Each comment made me nurse more furtively on my pacifier and tears started to trickle from the corners of my eyes. There was nothing I could do about my sissified state, however. If I made a scene, I would only call more attention to myself and my sissified condition. So, I sat there helplessly enduring my fate; enveloped in the sensations of silky girls clothes and the scent of baby powder and baby lotion. I noticed a woman I had seen in Mary Beth’s shop on Friday looking over at me with a knowing smile. She waved and playfully blew me a kiss.
After church, Mom spent some time talking to her lady friends as she usually did. Several of them wanted to know who I was and she introduced me as her “little Janet”. If they didn’t suspect that I was a sissy in baby clothes, they must surely have known then. They all found it quite amusing. Mom told them how helpful I was and all the chores that I now so willingly helped her with. One or two of them said that, since babying was working so well with me, it might be a good “cure” for their boys who were a little on the rowdy side and a lot less than helpful around the house. It wasn’t too long before we left and walked quietly back home. The rest of the day went peaceably but my adventures in dresses were only just beginning. Mom made sure that I wore my pretty white dress to church every Sunday. She even got me another pale blue organza dress a few months later. I spent most of the summer in my rompers and blouses and was surprised when I found out Mom had found a lady who was willing to home school Marlene and me. Mom explained that Marlene would be there to change my diapers as needed. So, for the next seven years, until I was fourteen, I was home schooled. After that, I was in the local public high school for four years. However, by the time I entered high school, I was pretty much incontinent and it took almost a year of wearing disposable diapers and plastic pants to school before I was potty trained enough to attend without them. I still needed diapers and plastic pants at night and do to this day. I can’t really say it’s something I don’t like but it is certainly something I’ve gotten used to.
~ THE END ~
I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. As Kris Kristofferson said of Johnny Cash: “He’s a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction”. The same is true of this story.
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JanetMarie, I doubt you will ever see this but, I have read this story twice now. It is my favorite found in the Betty's Archive. It so simulates what I would have wanted back in the 60's when I was 5 to 12 years old. I would sneak diapers or even a towel and go into the woods, diaper myself, and use it. Being the 2nd of 7 children, diapers were always around!
What would have been exciting for me, as Baby Janet would be me squating down in Mary Beth's store (on my second visit) and pooping a load. Others would know what I was doing, and it would have very much sealed my fate. Thank you