Under 12s

[DaraJaney]

Joe went with his mother and Aunt every week to the only local restaurant, Amy's, that had special low price meals for under 12s.  But Joe passed his 12th birthday a month ago and hated having to pretend that he was still under 12 just so his mother and Aunt could save money.

Eventually one week, he told the waiter that he wanted the adult menu because he was now over 12.  When the waiter left, his mother gave him an awfully angry look.  Only then did he realise that it was his Aunt's turn to pay.  That had made his mother more angry.  His Aunt was cross with him throughout the meal and looked quite annoyed when paying the bill.

The following week his mother was on the phone making arrangements with his Aunt.  When they came to the thorny issue of which restaurant he heard his mother say "No let's go to Amy's as usual".  He could tell that his Aunt was expressing surprise at the other end of the line.  But his mother said "that won't be a problem this week."  She had a good look at Joe when she finished the call.  He wondered what did she mean?

When his Aunt arrived to pick them up the next day she was shown into the living room.  Joe was standing there in a pink dress with his arms crossed angrily.  He was wearing white wool-knit tights and the dress was quite short on him and flared over layers of petticoats.

When his Aunt sniggered he tried to push his skirts down and she saw then that we was wearing pretty white gloves with lace at wrist.  Looking down she saw frilly ankle socks and black patent leather t-bar shoes with a two-inch heel.

Joe appeared to be wearing a wig of ringlets tied up in pink ribbons.  His Aunt put her hand to her mouth.  "My goodness what a wig!"  Joe looked down at the floor.  His mother walked over to him and tugged a ringlet.  "Ow!" he complained.  "You've put his hair in ringlets?!"  His mother smiled.  "Remember the perm lotions mother used on me when I was little?"

She handed Joe a doll to hold in one hand and a huge red and white swirly lollipop in the other.  "Are you going to claim to be over 12 this week?" she asked him.  Joe looked down again.  "No."

"Now come along", she told him.  Joe stood rooted to the spot unwilling to move but reluctantly walked across the room.  His petticoats rocked revealing the pink lace trim on his panties.  He tried to hold his petticoats down but his hands were full with the doll and lollipop.

His Aunt was amazed.  "Why is he so compliant?"  His mother held up Joe's phone which displayed a photo of him in his pink dress, white tights and frilly socks with his hair on perming pins.  "One false move and this will be sent to all his friends."

Joe walked meekly to the door in his frilly pink dress, tights and ringlets, clutching his doll and lollipop.  "This is going to be a fun day", his Aunt said with glee.

Joe cringed as he got out of the car in the restaurant car park.  His mother had to threaten him again with the photo on his phone before he got out at all.

He desperately tried to smooth down his petticoats afraid that his frilly panties would be seen.  It wasn't easy to do clutching a doll in one hand and a lollipop in the other.  The ladies walked briskly over towards the restaurant.  He didn't want to get left behind so he tottered along behind them in his heels, his petticoats rocking and his ringlets dancing.

He braced himself as they entered the restaurant.  They deliberately sought out the same waiter from last week and sat at one of his tables.  He watched amusedly as Joe slid into his seat, his petticoats getting caught awkwardly.  He waited patiently as Joe tried to smooth his petticoats under his bottom.  The waiter was happy to play along.  "A children's menu for the pretty little girl."  Joe cringed but took the menu.

They proceeded almost as normal except for the waiter over emphasizing 'little lady' and 'pretty girl' every time.  Joe just desperately wanted the ordeal to be over.

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Joe finished his desert in double quick time, desperate to get out of the restaurant and out of his frilly dress and tights as soon as possible.  His Aunt called for the bill.  He was poised ready to go.

A lady came over to the table smiling at him sweetly.  "Hello, who is this?" the lady asked his mother.  "Jo", his mother told her truthfully.  "I see.  And would Jo like to join our girl's birthday party over there?"  He looked over and saw lots of girls - probably around 8 or 9 - in an adjoining room playing party games.

"Of course she would!" his mother replied.  Joe gave her a helpless look.  "Isn't that nice of the lady Jo?"  Joe just wanted to die but he nodded dumbly.  They all looked at each other wondering whether the lady knew he was a boy or not.  She showed no sign of it.

The lady took his hand.  Joe looked desperately at his mother for rescue but it wasn't forthcoming.  He slid out of the seat and tried to smooth his petticoats with his one free hand.  "I see you came in a party dress!" the lady commented.  "Oh don't forget your doll Jo", his Aunt cut in.  Joe cringed but took his doll from his Aunt.

The lady led him by the hand to the room of girls.  He gave a despairing look over his shoulder to his mother and Aunt before he went in but they were just chuckling.

"This is Jo!" the lady called out in the room and all the girls stopped what they were doing and looked at Joe.  He tried to keep his petticoats down with his doll hand.  Most of the girls were in jeans and shorts.  They smirked at his pink dress and white tights.  They noticeably giggled at his frilly socks and ringlets.  He was a foot taller than any of them but was easily the sissiest in the room.

The birthday girl took his hand and led him to a little table with lots of dolls on little seats.  It had been set up by the restaurant but none of the little girls had been interested in the dolls.  "You can hold a doll's tea party here", the girl told him.  Jo tried to smile.  He went to sit on one of the low little stools.  It was far too low for his size and his knees ended up higher than his bottom.  He could tell from the girls' sniggers that his pink frilly panties must be showing when he sat.

His Aunt was in no rush paying the bill, giving him plenty of time playing with his dolls.  Eventually she came with his mother into the party.  "Oh are you going?" the lady asked.  His Aunt nodded, disappointed to have to take him away from this mortifying experience.  Joe watched them chat for a moment, desperate to leave.

The ladies came over to him.  "Mrs. Jones has kindly agreed that we can pick you up later from her house so you can stay and play with the girls."  Joe was crushed.  His mother and Aunt left him in the company of the little girls in his pretty pink dress.

Shortly afterwards Mrs Jones announced that they were going to the local park where there was a playground.  Joe winced.  Now he was going to have to go outside in his frilly dress.

The girls ran excitedly towards the playground.  Joe tried to keep up as best he could without causing too much rocking of his petticoats that would surely reveal his frilly pink panties to all around.

When he got to the playground he looked unhappily at the swings, slides and roundabouts.  This was not going to be easy in a short flouncy dress.  He thought that a swing might be the least embarrassing so he sat on one and pushed himself off gently.  The breeze generated by his movement fluttered his petticoats a little.

Then a couple of girls came around behind him and pushed hard.  He swung right up in the air and his petticoats pouffed out.  He had to clutch the chains of the swing with both hands as they pushed him harder so he could do nothing to stop his petticoats flying up and down.

Some boys appeared in the playground and stopped to watch the spectacle.  They sniggered rudely, undoubtedly able to see Joe's pink frilly panties.  He realised guiltily that he would do the same in their position.

Eventually the girls tired of pushing him and he was able to scramble off the swing and push his petticoats down.  "The slide!", one of the girls shouted excitedly and they took his hands and led him over to the queue of children at the ladder for the slide.  The boys that had been sniggering at him joined the end of the queue.

Joe watched the girls ahead of him climb the ladder.  They were wearing jeans and shorts.  He realised that when he climbed the ladder everyone behind would be able to see up his short dress.  He realized now why the boys had been so quick to join the queue.

He tried to leave the queue but the girls pulled him back.  He cringed trying to pull his petticoats down as far as he could as his turn came closer.  But it was pointless.  His dress was so short anyhow.

There was nothing for it but to get it over with as quickly as possible.  The girl in front climbed up and he waited as long as he could before the girl behind gave him a shove.  He went up.  He could hear the sniggering behind him.

The girl in front stopped at the top and started a conversation with another girl watching.  Joe was stuck just behind her.  He tried to push his petticoats down with one hand but really needed to hold on to the rails with both hands.  He waited there for what seemed like an eternity with the boys getting a great look up his dress.

Finally the girl in front slid down and he was able to climb to the top.  A gust sent his petticoats flying.  He tried to gather them under his bottom as he sat down on the slide but his dress was too short.  He slid down and his petticoats fluttered up into his face.

Reaching the bottom of the slide he desperately pushed his petticoats down and tried to restore some sense of dignity before he stood up.  He looked at the ring of people who had been watching the spectacle.  Several mothers had gathered and he could see they were trying not to laugh at his predicament but really failed to hide their amusement.  He wondered how hard they would laugh if they realized he was a boy!

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Eventually Mrs Jones announced that they were heading back to her house.  Joe once again struggled to keep up with the excited little girls because running would undoubtedly expose his frilly panties again.  He noticed that the boys were following.  He didn't want to get left behind with them!

When they reached the house he saw there was a bouncy castle set up.  They were great fun and at first he was eager to get to it.  Then he sighed as he realized again that a short frilly dress and pink panties were not the best thing to be wearing on it.

Mrs Jones urged him to take his shoes off and get into the bouncy castle.  He removed his shoes and climbed very carefully onto the bouncy castle trying to hold his petticoats down.  He wobbled and stumbled but managed to keep his dress down.  Then two girls launched themselves in the air beside him and crashed down causing massive waves in the castle.  Joe tumbled head over heels and ended up falling head first into the base with his petticoats tumbling right up over his head.  There was little doubt but that anyone watching would see his entire pink frilly panties.

He desperately tried to turn himself the right way up but he was mercilessly bounced around the place by other children joining in.  Eventually he scrambled to the side.  He ended up sliding down the side of the bouncy castle, bottom first with his petticoats ballooning.  He found solid ground and desperately pushed his petticoats down again.

He tried to regain some composure.  He looked around and found the party food and used it as an excuse to avoid any further bouncing around.  Finally he saw his mother and Aunt approach.  At last, relief!  Mrs Jones met them.  "We're just going to finish the party now with a pi?ata."

There was a donkey shaped pi?ata dangling from a branch of a tree.  The birthday girl was already blindfolded and was reaching up swinging a stick at it.  She bashed it around as best she could and everyone cheered.

"Let Jo go next as she has to leave", Mrs Jones called out.  Jo cringed as everyone looked at him.  He walked into the centre of the audience and took the sick.  Being much taller than the birthday girl, the pi?ata was easily reached without his having to raise his arms too much and have his dress ride up.

"Hold on", Mrs Jones told him.  She untied the rope at the tree trunk and pulled the pi?ata up a few feet.  Joe looked on miserably.  He was now going to have to reach up as far as he could and undoubtedly his short dress would ride up and everyone would have a good final look at his pink frilly panties.

Mrs Jones blindfolded him and everyone cheered.  He had no choice.  He reached up and swung.  He didn't manage to hit the pi?ata at all.  Everyone laughed.  He wasn't sure if it was because of his unsuccessful attempts to hit the pi?ata or because of his pink frilly panties.  He lowered his hands and pulled his petticoats down.  But it was pointless.  There was no way to do this except get it over with as quickly as possible.

He reached up and swung desperately.  He managed to make contact a couple of times but made little impact on the donkey.  Eventually Mrs Jones put him out of his misery and took the stick from him and he was finally able to lower his arms and his dress and pulled his petticoats down.

He didn't want to look at the faces around him but couldn't help it.  They were all hysterical with laughter, including his mother and aunt.

He was so relieved to get into the car, gathering his petticoats under his bottom.  Mrs Jones rushed over.  "Don't forget this!"  She handed him his doll.  Joe forced a smile of thanks and took the doll resting her self-consciously on his petticoats.  His mother drove off and he sighed with relief.

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Joe was trying to shake of the mortification of the day's events as he sat in the back of the car amongst his petticoats.  His Aunt looked over her shoulder from the passenger seat and smiled.  He realized that he was still clutching the stupid doll and shoved it onto the seat beside him.  The sooner he got home and out of the dumb dress and into a pair of trousers again the better.

His mother turned onto the motorway.  "Hey we're not going home!" Joe realized.  "Where are we going?"  "We'll stay in my place for a few days", his Aunt told him.  I don't think you'll want your friends to see your pretty ringlets.  That perm will last at least a couple of days."

Joe was speechless.  They were driving far away from his boy's clothes and he was stuck in this pink frilly dress and white tights.  He thought of the pink panties he was wearing and shuddered!

But they were right in one thing.  He really really didn't want his friends to see him like this - or even with just the ringlets.  He'd rather cut all his hair off.  He sat grumpily in the back seat with his arms resting on his petticoats.

His Aunt lived in his grandmother's old house.  She showed Joe into his mother's old room when she was a girl.  She opened the wardrobe.  There was a row of frilly dresses that they had worn when they were girls.  "Lots of pretty dresses for you to wear", she told him.  He winced.

"Sit down here", his mother instructed him, patting the bed beside her.  Joe frowned but went over and sat down.  His petticoats ballooned up around him.  He cringed and pushed his petticoats down.

His mother took a pink ribbon and fed it through the centre of one of his sausage curls.  Then she tied the ribbon in a bow.  "What are you doing?" he demanded pulling his head away.  "We need to tie up your ringlets or they'll be all crooked in the morning", she explained.  "I don't care how they look!" he retorted.

She took another pink ribbon and tugged at a sausage curl.  "Ow!"  "Stay still!  Remember the photo on your phone."  That stopped him in his tracks.  He sat there with shoulders sagging while she tied up another ringlet.  "Here, you do the rest", she told him, handing him a box of pink ribbons.

He sighed heavily and took a pink ribbon.  He tied up a sausage curl just as she did.  He couldn't believe he was doing this.  Sitting in a girl's bedroom, in a pink dress with layers of petticoats, wearing white tights and pink panties, tying his ringlets up in pink ribbons!

It took ages to do his dozens of ringlets.  He stood up and walked across the room.  He stopped short in front of the mirror seeing his reflection.  His head was a sea of pink ribbons tied in bows.

But finally he got to take off the humiliating pink dress.  He removed his frilly panties and the tights.  His mother came towards him with a lacey white nightie which had matching lace-trimmed panties.  He winced yet again at the idea of wearing them.  But his Aunt entered the room and he quickly put the nightie and panties on rather than stand naked in front of her.

His mother sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  He went clutching his toothbrush grumpily.  He brushed his teeth for a few minutes leaning over the sink.  When he looked up in the mirror he saw his mother and Aunt were standing behind him admiring the view.  He stood up straight quickly and pulled his nightie down at the back.

His mother pulled the pink duvet cover back and he got into bed.  He frowned at the pillow covers embroidered with pink flowers and trimmed with thick lace.  His mother pulled the duvet over him.  The bed reeked of girly perfume.   His Aunt produced his doll and tucked it under his arm.  "Sweet dreams!" they called out as they turned the light out.

Sweet dreams?  He guffawed.  More like a nightmare!  He just had to endure the next couple of days.

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In the morning Joe got out of bed and stretched.  His nose wrinkled at the girly perfume that now covered his whole body having slept amidst it during the night.   He took a towel to go and shower.  It was similarly scented.

In the bathroom it seemed that all of the soaps and shampoos had very strong feminine scents.  He washed and scrubbed but came out more fragrant than he went in.

His mother came into his room and opened the curtains.  She went to the wardrobe and selected a yellow dress for him.  It was lace trimmed but not as bad as the pink one he'd worn yesterday.

She was all business and quickly pulled the yellow dress over him and zipped him in.  It was only then that he realized that here was a net petticoat underneath.  Still, it wasn't as bad as the pink dress.  Soon he was wearing panties and white tights - his mother not brooking any objections.

She sat him down at the dresser and told him he'd have to untie all of his ringlets.  He sighed.  This would take ages.  His mother pottered around while he was doing it and when he was finished produced a curling tongs and plugged it in.

"You'll need to freshen them up with this", she told him.  He looked in the mirror.  The curls did look a little ragged but he didn't care.  Still, he knew by now he had to do what he was told.  She demonstrated on one curl and handed him the tongs.

It took even longer to freshen all his sausage curls.  As he waited for each curl to set he just sat there looking morosely into the mirror at his yellow dress and his mass of curls.  The net petticoat felt scratchy and his legs itched.  Every time he moved his legs he was reminded of his white tights.

Eventually he was done and his mother did his ringlets up with two yellow ribbons which she tied in big bows.  He spent the rest of the morning trying to stay out of sight and trouble, reading in the lounge.  It was all women's magazines though and vintage girls' mags.

Later in the morning his mother got a call from the restaurant.  They'd had an idea.  They wanted to feature them in an advertisement for their special under-12s menu.  The idea was: the menu is such good value people will go to any lengths to get it, and they show Joe as a boy being dressed as a little girl in order to get the cheap menu.

When she told Joe he was horrified.  He didn't want to wear a dress for a minute more than he had to.  But the money on offer was too good so his mother insisted and threatened him again with the photo on his phone.  He was a long way from his boy's clothes and had little choice.

The advertising company provided him with a whole new outfit - a peach dress which was scalloped to show off the lace-trimmed petticoats underneath and had a broad white lacey collar, white lace-patterned tights and frilly ankle socks.

He had a brief few minutes of relief while he was allowed to dress in trousers for the set up shots.  Then they filmed his mother forcing him into the frilly dress and tights.  His ringlets had to be permed again.  He sat there realizing that meant days more staying in his Aunt's in his frilly dresses!

They acted out a scene not unlike his actual experience in the restaurant.  There were dozens of extras at the other tables in the restaurant and they totally knew that he was a boy in a frilly dress, tights and ringlets.  He could hear the sniggers.  They included some teenage girls and he could tell from the sneers on their faces that they wouldn't be seen dead in his dress and fancy tights.

He was so relieved when the director finally shouted 'and that's a wrap'.  But he was ushered into a wrap party still in his peach dress with his mother fussing over him.  "Don't stain your pretty dress dear, I'm sure we can get lots more wear from it."  Everyone around him tittered.  Joe could only sit there fuming.

One lady said "you're such a brave boy to wear a frilly dress and tights in public!"  Joe didn't know whether to disabuse her.  Was it better to have people think that his mum had forced him to wear the sissy dress or for them to think that he didn't mind wearing it?  Then they might think he liked it!  He couldn't make up his mind which was worse.

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The advertisement was a big hit - much to Joe's embarrassment.  It hadn't occurred to him in the heat of the moment that his friends seeing the photo of him in a frilly dress would be less of a problem than the entire country seeing him on their TV!

The advertisement was such a big hit that the restaurant wanted to do a follow up.  They met with Joe, his mother and his Aunt.  "People found the ad so funny we'd like to do a joke follow up."  "What's that?" his mother asked.  "An advertisement for 'Under-2s go free'!"  Joe looked puzzled.

But the following week he was standing bow-legged in front of a mirror.  His legs were forced apart by a big thick old-fashioned cloth nappy, pinned around his waist.  Crinkly plastic pants were pulled up over his nappy.  He wore a pink dress which flared at breast level over layers of stiff organza petticoats.  The dress was so short that the lower half of his nappy area was exposed to show off the matching thickly frilled nappy cover.  He had pink wool-knit tights on and pink fleecey booties on his feet.  A matching lace-trimmed bonnet was tied tightly under his chin, ensuring that the large pink soother was held firmly in his mouth.

The costume lady finished it off with fingerless mittens on each hand.  He watched gloomily as she buckled the mittens at his wrist.  He wriggled his fingers inside the mittens which were thickly padded.

When he was pushed into the restaurant and waddled towards their table there was a momentary hush from the extras sitting at the other tables.  Then there were sniggers and giggles.  A few women went "oh how adorable!"  He heard "is that REALLY a boy?"  Then Joe was strapped into a pink leather harness and his mother took his reins.

The scenario played out like this - in a speeded up Benny Hill style.  The women would appear in the door of the restaurant.  Joe would be dragged in wearing his little girl dress again.  His mother would notice a new poster on the wall.  It still said "Special reduced prices for under 12s".  But now below that it said "Under-2s free!"

The two women would look at each other and smiled.  Joe would be pulled out the door only to reappear dressed as a baby girl.  They acted out the rest of the scene.

Joe tries in vain to push his baby dress down to hide his obvious nappy.  The waiter comes over, pretending that there is nothing odd in the scenario.  With an exaggerated sweep of his arm he guides them to their table.  Then he turns to the camera and winks.

Joe waddles over to the table and goes to sit into the booth.  But the waiter shakes his head and wheels out a high-chair.  Obviously this is an extra large high-chair for this big baby.

Joe winces as is swept up into the high-chair, quickly strapped in and the tray swings down in front of him, locking in place with a click.  Joe wriggles and kicks his pink legs pointlessly as he is firmly held in the high chair.

The ladies order from their menus.  The camera shows a clock with the hand quickly moving on ten minutes.  Steaming plates of gorgeous food are plonked down in front of the two women and their eyes light up.  Joe looks on eagerly from his high chair in anticipation of his dinner.

A large baby bottle of milk and a plastic bowl of green mush are plonked down on the tray in front of Joe much to his horror.  He looks again at the delicious food on the other plates.  A gorgeous waitress ties a bib around his neck, removes his soother with a pop and jams the teat of the baby bottle in.

Joe wriggles and kicks his legs in the high chair while he is forced to finish the bottle of milk.  Then we see the waitress shoving spoonfuls of the green mush into his mouth, much of it sticking to his face.  Joe winces as he swallows the horrible baby food and continues to wriggle desperately but is firmly held in the high chair.  His mother and Aunt continue enjoying the meal, oblivious to Joe's torment.

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The restaurant owner came over to thank them when filming was over.  "Stay as long as you like, and eat as much as you like - on the house!"  Joe's mother and Aunt were very pleased with the offer.  Joe, still strapped into his high chair, was less so.

Eventually Joe's bladder started to hurt.  "Please Mum I need to go to the bathroom!"  They were in the middle of their main course and didn't want to be interrupted.  The costume lady happened to be passing and heard.  "He's in a real nappy by the way so if he has an accident it will be ok."  His mother thanked her and they continued eating.  "Mum!  Please!" Joe begged but she just pushed the soother back into his mouth.

He squirmed like hell but couldn't get out of his high chair.  Everyone in the restaurant noticed his desperate struggle but probably just thought he was tired of his confinement to the high chair. 

Eventually he had to give in.  He sat frozen as the warm pee spread right around his entire cloth nappy.  It kept going and going and he was sure there was no way his nappy could hold it all.  He was terrified of moving, convinced that any change of pressure on his bottom would send pee squirting out the edges of his nappy.

It was obvious to everyone what had happened, because he stopped trying to get out of the chair and simply slumped there.  People started elbowing each other and not so discretely directing attention to the boy in the high chair who had obviously wet his nappy.

The costume lady came over again.  She had a hold-all.  "There are nappies and plastic pants in there.  There's a baby changing room next to the toilets."  His mother thanked her and they continued eating while Joe shifted nervously in his soggy nappy.  "By the way", the costume lady said, "you can keep the outfit".  "Oh thank you!" his mother replied.  "He does look so cute in it!"  "Hnnnmppfff?" Joe whimpered behind his soother.

The waitress came over when she became aware of the situation.  "Let me help you there", she said and started to undo the straps that held Joe into his high chair.  She flicked the catch on the tray and lifted it up.  "Come with me and we'll get you changed", she said brightly.

Joe was horrified at the idea of this cute young waitress changing his nappy.  She could only have been a few years older than him.  He whimpered through his soother again in protest.  "That's very kind of you dear", his mother replied.  "Are you sure?"  The waitress giggled.  "No problem!  I have a little brother so I'm used to changing cute little baby's nappies", she teased.

She led him in his harness to the changing room swinging the hold-all over her shoulder.  So absolutely everyone in the restaurant was certain now that Joe had wet his nappy and was going to have it changed.  There was widespread tittering.  Joe noticed lots of small children sniggering and pointing at the big boy in the pretty baby dress going to have his nappy changed.

When they went into the changing room there was a lady there just finishing changing her toddler boy.  She smiled at seeing Joe and looked down at his bulging soggy nappy.  "Just as well there's lots of room here", she remarked.  Joe could only stand bow-legged and wait his turn.  He wasn't keen for this waitress to see him naked - and soaked in pee.  He squirmed.

When the lady left with her toddler, Joe had to climb up onto the changing table.  He lay back and tried to concentrate on the ceiling and not think about this young lady about to change his nappy.  "Hold your dress up", she told him and he obeyed.  But he was very conscious how cute she was.  As she leant over him to peel his tights off he couldn't help noticing she was quite well endowed.  Of course his little member started to react to that thought.  "Oh no!" he thought.  "Not now!"

He tried to think of other things.  He suc-ked desperately on his soother trying to think baby thoughts.  But as she carefully peeled off his plastic pants he could feel himself getting harder.  Now she was unpinning his nappy.  He was getting very frustrated with his member but there was nothing he could do.

She peeled off his soggy nappy.  "Oh dear!  Who's a naughty baby?"  Joe suc-ked desperately on his soother.  It was only now she started rummaging in the changing bag which left his lying there totally exposed.

"You'd better stop that", she scolded him as she rummaged for powders and creams and his clean nappy.  But there was nothing he could do.  She took out a baby wipe and quickly started wiping around his nether regions in as non-sexual a way as she could.

Eventually she ordered him to turn over.  He was relieved to be able to hide his embarrassment.  She ran baby wipes around his bottom briskly.  There was no change in the state of his member though.  "You're a very naughty baby", she told him.  He sighed heavily.  There was nothing he could do about it - even face down.  "Stop that right now!" she ordered.  Joe didn't know what he could do.

Next thing she smacked his bottom.  He whimpered through his soother in shock.  "Stop it or I'll continue", she told him.  Joe couldn't believe he was lying in a baby changing room, wearing a pink baby dress with matching bonnet, suc-king on a soother with his bare bottom in the air being spanked by a pretty waitress!  It wasn't doing anything to lessen his arousal.

She smacked him several times and he whimpered through his soother in protest each time.  It wasn't fair!  Eventually she could see it was not having the desired effect.  There was nothing for it but to finish the process as fast as possible.

She sprinkled baby powder over his bottom and told him to turn over.  She averted her eyes from the obvious problem, liberally sprinkled more powder around and quickly took a clean nappy.  He cooperated fully by raising his bottom, eager to be covered up again.

Once his nappy was pinned in place she resumed a more leisurely pace.  She pulled clean plastic pants up over his nappy.  Suddenly she pushed his legs up in the air and started poking at bits of nappy that stuck out through the elasticated legs.  When she was satisfied that he was water tight she lowered his legs again.  She smiled at his rosy red cheeks.  He was mortified.

Then she pulled his pink tights on and his frilly nappy cover and helped him down from the changing table.  He looked at himself in the mirror as he pushed his petticoats down.  He never thought he'd be so relieved to be in a clean nappy, plastic pants and have his tights and frilly knickers restored but everything was relative.