Author Topic: Hello Dolly (Read 58572 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** July 18, 2006, 06:48:59 PM »

Every now and then a red mist descended on Brian. He would lash out at all around and wreck havoc. Within minutes the mist would lift and he would thoroughly and genuinely regret what he had done.

The family doctor kept urging his mother to send him to some kind of mental hospital but she was determined that she could handle the problem herself. Brian was so gentle and kind the rest of the time she couldn’t bring herself to send him away.

One day Brian’s six year-old sister, Sarah, drove him particularly mad. It was so embarrassing having such a stupid little sister who was only interested in playing with dolls. When the red mist descended there was nothing he could do about it. He could remember nothing when he recovered and looked around himself in a daze.

He stood in the middle of Sarah’s room. All of her dolls were scattered around. He had pulled all the heads off!

His mother was furious. Sarah was distraught. It seemed certain that Brian was destined for a mental hospital. He was terrified of the prospect. He had heard about straight-jackets, padded cells and electric shock treatment.

At the last moment his mother told him she had thought of an alternative - one last chance for him. He reckoned he would do anything to avoid being sent away. “You will be Sarah’s dolly”, she told him. He thought he heard her wrong. “You will have to let her dress you like her dollies and play with you like you were one of her dollies to make up for what you’ve done.”

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sarah’s sobbing subsided as she considered the suggestion. “It’s that or you’re off to the hospital tomorrow”, his mother insisted.

Brian got little sleep that night. While having to dress up like a dolly would be absolutely mortifying, the more uncertain prospect of mental treatment seemed even more daunting.

He had to agree to his mother’s alternative. “Right!” his mother said. “Sarah, which dolly will we dress him up as?” His little sister examined the decapitated dolls and tried to decide which would be the most embarrassing costume for her big brother to have to wear.

Eventually she pointed to a Little Bo Peep doll. Brian cringed. The doll’s dress had a pink and blue design of little flowers. It was all trimmed with lace and had puffed sleeves and a huge skirt that came to just below the knees. Below that he could see ankle length bloomers with layers of lace all the way down. There was also a large semi-circular bonnet on the doll’s head, tied under the chin in a big bow.

But he wondered how on earth they would find an outfit like that to fit him. His mother took out the telephone directory and started phoning fancy dress hire shops. Brian gave a deep sigh and prayed that there would be no such costume in his size.

His mother went off in the car, leaving him wondering had she located a suitable outfit. Sarah flounced around the house delighted with herself and eagerly looking forward to her big brother’s humiliation.

His mother returned half an hour later. She carried a large cardboard box. Brian watched nervously as she brought it upstairs to his room. She instructed him to undress as she untied the string on the box. Sarah was told to leave the room. She skipped out happily and closed the door behind her.

Brian undressed down to his boxer shorts. His mother took the dress from the box. “I’m afraid it’s not quite the same but it’ll do.” She held the dress up by the shoulders. It was pale blue with a pattern of white fluffy sheep. Brian winced. It was similarly trimmed with lace at the collar, sleeves and hem but at least the skirt wasn’t as enormous as the doll’s.

His mother pulled the dress over his head and zipped him up. He looked in the mirror and saw that it came to just below his knees. His mother took a pair of bloomers from the box. He wanted to cry now. There were four layers of lace trim from the knee down, threaded with pale blue ribbon. “Off with those boxers”, his mother instructed.

Brian initially couldn’t bring himself to take off his boxers with the inevitable prospect of replacing them with the horrid bloomers. “Now!” his mother shouted and he jumped. He reached up under his dress and pulled down the boxers.

His mother took them from him and gave him the bloomers in exchange. He took them by the waist band and eventually stepped into them. He pulled them up under his dress.

His mother looked at him and smiled. Brian tried not to cry. He wanted to avoid the mirror but eventually he had to look. He wished he hadn’t.

When he looked back at his mother she was examining what looked like a plain white skirt. She picked up a long plastic strip and started threading it through a hole in the hem of the skirt. As it fed through it made the skirt arc out in a wide circle. When the whole plastic strip was inserted she handed the skirt to him. “This hoop goes under your dress”, she told him.

Brian was very puzzled but took it. He stepped into it and pulled it up under his dress. It made his dress stand out at a huge angle. He now realised why the doll’s skirts looked so big.

He wondered how he was supposed to manoeuvre about with this big contraption on. When he looked up his mother was holding a wig. The hair on top was parted in the middle and pulled straight on either side where it met at least a dozen sausage curls gathered in pale blue ribbons.

She placed it on his head before he could protest and adjusted it until it was perfectly centred. The curls fell on his shoulders. Then she took out an enormous bonnet, put it on top and tied the thick pale blue ribbon under his chin in a bow.

Finally, she put white ankle socks on his feet and then blue Mary Janes which she strapped on. “There we are.” She stood back to take it all in.

He stood there with his hands resting on his enormous skirts dreading to think what he looked like. “We’re ready Sarah”, she called out before he had the chance to prepare himself.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** July 22, 2006, 08:44:15 AM »

He heard the door open and nearly wet himself. He had to turn his head to see Sarah come in because his bonnet only allowed him to see straight ahead.

Sarah jumped up and down with glee. Brian cringed. His pressed his knees together and wrung his hands which only made him look even more pathetic and they both laughed.

Sarah took his hand and led him out of the room. His hooped skirt swayed around him as he moved. She led him downstairs and the skirt fluttered up about his waist forcing him to push it down again to avoid …. well, how could he be any more embarrassed than he was?

Sarah had set up her toy tea set in the lounge and made Brian sit down while she pretended to pour from the pot. Brian sat and the skirts ballooned up around him. He battened them down and accepted the tea cup and saucer from his sister.

In the hallway his mother picked up the phone and dialled. A minute later she told them “Cindy, Laura and Sue will be over in a few minutes.” Brian cringed yet again. She was going to embarrass him in front of all of his little sister’s friends.

When they arrived they were thrilled to see Sarah’s fifteen year old brother dressed as Bo Peep. He was forced to play with them all day. They particularly enjoyed running games where Brian would always lose because his hooped skirt hampered him to much.

At the end of the day when the girls prepared to leave he dreaded what they were going to tell everyone else. But then his mother gave him something else to think about. “Come back tomorrow girls and we’ll see what other costume we can find for him.” Brian wanted to die. How long was she going to force him to do this?

The next morning the Bo Peep costume was packed into the box to be returned to the shop and he was relieved to see the back of it. Sarah picked out another dolly but he wasn’t allowed to see which one she picked.

He lay nervously on his bed while his mother was in town. He tensed when he heard the car return. Another box was placed on his bed. His mother pulled out a pink ballet costume with tutu attached.

Brian squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. Sarah took the ballet costume from her mother and eagerly handed it to Brian. He held it up by the shoulder straps and examined the costume with dismay. He was about to step into it when his mother said “just a minute”. He wondered if he was being reprieved but his mother was holding up a pair of pink tights. “You need to put these on first.”

Sarah had to help him put on the tights properly. “No, you need to roll the leg up before you put your foot in it.”

Brian stood in front of the mirror and looked forlornly at his reflection. The tutu stood out at almost ninety degrees and barely covered his pink bottom. He tried to push it down a bit but the stiff netting sprang back as soon as he let go.

Sarah and her friends had great fun that day making Brian prance around in his tutu. When his mother brought them soft drinks, he was at least relieved to be able to sit down. He went over to the armchair and hesitated before he sat wondering how to handle the tutu.

He tried to push the back under his bum but the front sprang up as he did so giving the little girls a perfect view of the bulge under his pink tights. As they tittered he just plopped down on the chair leaving his tutu sticking up at the back.

The next day he was determined to see which dolly Sarah was going to pick. She picked up a baby dolly. It had a pink dress with matching bonnet, mittens and booties. Sarah held it up admiring the outfit and then looked at Brian trying to imagine how he would look in it. She lifted the hem of the dress and examined the matching frilly panties underneath. Brian tried not to show his horror. “This one”, she said as she handed it to her mother.

Brian stood in his room, head down like a prisoner awaiting execution as his mother opened the large box from the fancy dress shop. He was treasuring the last moments in his boxer shorts before he had to put on the inevitable frilly panties.

But his mother told him to lie on the bed. He gave her a puzzled look but she just nodded towards the bed. He did what he was told. She pulled his boxer shorts off leaving him squirming on the bed with his private parts fully exposed in front of her for the first time in years.

She held up a white cotton towel. “Bottom up”, she instructed. Brian frowned at her wondering what this was all about. Then he saw the large safety pins in her other hand. “Please Mum, no!” He realised that she was going to put a nappy on him. She ignored his pleas and pulled the nappy around his bottom, up between his legs and pinned it in place.

He lay back and stared at the ceiling in frustration. Next thing she was pulling some kind of plastic pants up his legs. She made him lift his bottom while she pulled these over his nappy.

Then she produced a large pink soother and held it in front of his face. He was past resistance by now and simply opened his mouth. She pushed the soother in.

She took the baby dress from the box and held it up to admire. She pulled it over his head and buttoned it up at the back. He looked down at the pink dress. It flared from breast level and there were several layers of fluffy material underneath to make it really stand out.

She fastened mittens on his hands, booties on his feet and tied the bonnet on his head. Finally she produced the frilly panties which were pink with several layers of white lace across the bottom. He thought they were surely too big for him but when she pulled them up over his nappy and plastic pants he was dismayed to find that they fitted quite snugly.

His mother pulled him over and turned him towards the mirror. His immediate concern was that his dress wasn’t even long enough to cover his panties. The thick frills really accentuated the thickness of the nappy underneath. He felt so exposed on seeing his long legs, bare all the way from his panties to his booties. He crossed his legs as best he could to try to minimise the exposure but the thickness of the nappy between his legs made even this difficult.

He looked up at his mother with a desperate pleading look on his face but she just called Sarah in. Brian was horrified when she walked in and gasped at the sight of him in the baby dress. “He’s wearing a nappy!” she blurted immediately and roared laughing. Brian had to admit that it was obvious. He looked at the dolly lying on the bed and noticed enviously how her dress at least covered her panties.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** July 25, 2006, 07:13:42 PM »

They brought Brian downstairs. He flopped down in the sofa and crossed his arms in front of his chest in disgust. His mother came over with a large baby bottle full of milk. She had to be joking, he thought. “Now, Sarah’s baby dolly was very lifelike and you could feed her from a bottle, so you’re going to have to let Sarah feed you just the same way.”

Brian sighed heavily. Sarah took the bottle eagerly from her mother, climbed up beside him on the sofa and reached for the soother to remove it from Brian’s mouth. Not wanting to have to drink from the bottle, he clamped his mouth on the soother. “It’s OK”, Sarah said, “baby can have his dummy back once he’s had his bottle”.

His mother laughed. Brian allowed Sarah to remove his soother and accepted the bottle. It took a few moments, and required a little encouragement from Sarah, before he actually started suc-king but eventually he was working his way through the bottle with a very glum look on his face.

Sarah’s friends arrived in time to see Brian finish his bottle. They all wanted to have a go at feeding him. He was so relieved when he finally slurped the last of the milk.

Then his mother came in with a plastic bowl and spoon. Brian cringed yet again when he realised that the girls were going to get to spoon-feed him. Sarah took the bowl excitedly. “Just a moment!” her mother interjected and tied a bib around his neck. “I know how upset he’ll be if he gets his pretty pink dress dirty.” The girls all laughed as if this was the funniest thing ever.

While he was being spoon-fed, his mother went out the front door. She returned after a few minutes carrying a play-pen which she set up in the middle of the room. When Brian’s feed was over she told him to get in the play-pen. “Please, Mum!” he begged. “Now, now. Babies don’t talk”, she scolded him and pushed the soother back into his mouth. “One more word from you and you’ll stay as a baby for a second day.”

Brian gave her a seriously wounded look and he plodded over to the play-pen. He sat down in the pen and she clicked the side shut. “By the way”, his mother continued, “Sarah’s baby doll had one other feature that you’ll have to imitate”. He looked up at her from the pen wondering what she meant. “She actually wet her nappy.”

Brian sat there stunned. The girls jumped up and down with glee. Surely his mother was joking, teasing him. “Brian’s going to wet his nappy!” Sarah chanted.

It wasn’t long before the full bottle of milk started taking effect. Brian sat in the play-pen shifting uneasily in his nappy praying that his mother was not serious. The girls made him play with lots of different baby toys that were recovered from the attic. They sorted through the toys rejecting anything that said “three years or over” as “too complicated for our baby.”

The pressure grew on Brian’s bladder. He reckoned he could hold out no longer. His mother passed through the room and he started grunting through his dummy to get her attention.

“What’s wrong with our pretty baby?” she asked. Brian winced. He pointed his mittened hand at his nappy. “Oh, have we a wet nappy dear?” his mother asked. The girls all surrounded the play-pen in anticipation. Brian shook his head and gave what he thought must be his most endearingly pleading look that said “OK, a joke is a joke, now please let me out of this nappy.” “Well, just let the girls know when you are wet and we’ll get you changed quickly”, she said casually and walked out of the room.

But Brian decided that there was no way he was going to be forced to wet a nappy. Enough was enough! He was going to take this baby stuff off and hang the consequences.

He tugged at the pink mittens on his hands. They wouldn’t come off easily. He examined them more closely and saw that they were buckled firmly at the wrist. They made his fingers useless and he realised that he could only be freed by someone else and the chances of any of the girls obliging were zilch.

He realised that he was stuck. He was going to have to wet himself. He held out as long as he could. The girls surrounded the play-pen and kept him occupied with the toys. He was playing with a toy that made animal sounds. Even with his mittens on he could press the picture of a cow and it would go “Moo”.

The girls noticed him pause for a moment. He was clearly distracted. “Baby’s wetting his nappy!” Sarah shouted with glee. “Mum, mum, come quick. Baby is wetting his nappy!”

Brian cringed as the warm pee spread around his nappy. He hung his head in abject embarrassment and the girls jumped with glee. His mother came in wiping her hands on a towel and was in no doubt from Brian’s demeanour that he had indeed wet his nappy in front of the girls.

Eventually Brian looked up. “Are we all done?” his mother asked to titters from the girls. Brian thought about it – he wasn’t really. He wondered if the nappy could take it all. His mother concluded from his lack of response that he had more to do. “I’ll come back in five minutes”, she said, “he should be all done by then.”

Brian peed again and it continued for a full minute. When he was done he tried to move a little. He froze as he felt excess urine swish about inside the plastic pants. The cloth nappy had not been able to take it all.

When his mother returned she opened the side of the play-pen and told him to stand. He very carefully rolled onto his knees, certain that the plastic pants couldn’t hold it all in. Then he gingerly got to his feet.

“Let’s see now”, his mother said and unceremoniously pulled down his frilly panties. Brian instinctively pressed his knees together in reaction to this sudden exposure and pushed his skirts down. But it was all in vain. His mother and the girls could see his nappy clearly. “My goodness, that was a big one”, his mother said.

Brian himself could not see below his enormous skirts and could only watch the delighted faces of the girls as they examined his soggy nappy. Eventually his mother pulled up his frilly panties again and he was actually relieved to have them restored.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** July 30, 2006, 06:51:55 PM »

She brought him into the utility room where she had set up a table in the middle with a plastic covering. At the side of the table lay a clean nappy and a dry pair of plastic pants. There were a number of bottles and tubes along with a box of baby wipes. Brian nearly cried at the thought of having his nappy changed just like a baby.

The girls came in behind his mother. She told him to hop up on the table. He did so very carefully, still not sure that the plastic pants would hold in all his wet. Brian looked at the girls with great concern. Were they going to see him being changed? His mother noticed the despairing look on his face. She turned to the girls.

“Now girls, I have to change his nappy”, she said. Brian was relieved that she was going to send them from the room. “So all gather round and make sure you can see”, she continued to his consternation. A few exasperated whimpers emanated from behind his soother as the girls all took up vantage points around the changing table.

His mother pushed him back on the table and pulled down his frilly panties. Brian started crying as he realised without any doubt that she was going to change his nappy in front of the girls. As she pulled down the plastic pants his mother noticed the tears. “Aw, we’ll have you all nice a clean in a few minutes”, she assured him. He continued to cry. “Just suc-k on your soother there dear, that’s what it’s for”, she told him, “and you’ll soon feel better.” The girls chuckled. He just held the soother in his mouth. He refused to actually nurse it.

He braced himself as his mother started unpinning his nappy. The little girls were going to see everything. Tears flowed more heavily as she pulled the soggy cloth nappy off him. He stared at the ceiling but heard the tittering from the girls. He unconsciously started nursing the dummy. “Look! He’s suc-king on his dummy”, Sarah shouted and all the girls started laughing uncontrollably. “He’s such a big baby!” “He loves his soother now!”

He could only lie there crying as his mother took a baby wipe and cleaned around his groin. He was quick enough to turn over when she told him, relieved to shield his genitalia. He was now face to face with one of Sarah’s friends – her face smug, his face tear-stained. When he inadvertently suc-ked on his dummy again she laughed in his face.

His mother rubbed creams around his bottom and groin and finally powdered him and he turned over and back as instructed. She took her time taking the clean nappy. He lay there with his genitals on full view wishing she would hurry up and put his nappy on.

Eventually she took the cloth, slid it under his bottom and brought it around in front to pin in place. He never realised he’d ever be so relieved to have a nappy put on him. His modesty was restored. His dignity was another matter and soon his plastic pants and frilly panties were back in place and he was brought back to his play-pen.

During the afternoon the need to do a number 2 grew but he fought off the urge. It was bad enough wetting himself in front of everyone but to soil himself would be the end of the world.

Before his evening meal his mother asked him did he not need to do a number 2. He shook his head as nonchalantly as he could. The girls laughed delightedly at the thought.

Brian was given another baby bottle of milk – the girls fighting over who would feed him next. They spoon-fed him another bowlful of unidentifiable mush.

He was relieved to be back in his pen where playing with his baby toys was marginally less demeaning than been spoon and bottle-fed by six-year-olds.

After a while he felt rumbles in his tummy. He started feeling the need to do a number 2 again. He concentrated on fighting this urge off again. But it grew and grew, and suddenly there was a sickening splosh and farting sound as Brian’s nappy filled with a very liquid number 2.

The girls all turned in shock and looked at the horrified boy in the play-pen. A few uncertain titters emerged from the girls but even they started to feel sorry for Brian at this point. Sarah ran out and fetched his mother. As they returned to the room the other girls were running out holding their noses.

They found Brian sitting frozen in the pen with tears streaming down his face and suc-king vigorously on his soother. His mother displayed an obviously guilty smile. Perhaps she had overdone it.

She had to gather her courage before moving closer to the boy in order to let him out of the play-pen. She opened the side and stood well back. Brian was clearly very reluctant to budge, afraid that the slightest movement would lead to another outburst.

Eventually he rolled over onto his knees very carefully. Suddenly there was another splosh and he froze again. His mother discretely moved away a few yards.

They stood well back as Brian walked from the play-pen to the utility room. They all cringed as he sat up on the table. They could hear the squelch as the mess was squeezed around his nappy.

This time the girls watched from the doorway as his mother very tentatively removed his nappy and dealt with the mess. A couple of them ran off screaming half way through.

Brian was restored to his play-pen but he was terrified of more rumbling in his bowels. He prayed for night-time and his release from his nappy and baby clothes.

The girls went home to bed and his mother freed him from the cot. “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in the nappy overnight”, she told him. He looked up in abject disappointment. “Just in case there are any more after effects”, she said with a sympathetic look. Brian realised she was right as his tummy rumbled again. A messy nappy was preferable to a messy bed.

She removed his bonnet, booties, frilly panties and baby dress but left the mittens on. So he had no choice about staying in the nappy for the night anyway. He couldn’t sleep properly due to the unfamiliarly bulky nappy on him and because of his concern that he might soil himself again.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** August 02, 2006, 06:38:27 PM »

Around 2am he drifted off for a moment only to be rudely awakened by a sudden urge to go. He filled his nappy again. He lay there curled in a ball until the smell forced him to go and waken his mother. He got little more sleep but there were no further incidents before morning.

When it was time to get up, both his mother and Sarah came into the room. “Are we OK?” his mother asked, nodding towards his nappy. He nodded. “Right then Sarah”, his mother asked. “What dolly do you want him to be today?” Brian cringed at the realisation that his punishment was not over even after such a terrible humiliation. At least he reckoned that any other dolly outfit would have to be better than being dressed like a baby girl and forced to use a nappy.

“Can he be my baby dolly again Mum?” she asked. “Sure”, his mother replied and shoved the soother into Brian’s mouth again. He cried as his mother put him back in his baby dress and frilly panties and the nappy stayed on.

Sarah gave him his morning bottle and then spoon-fed him his breakfast. Then he was put in the play-pen again. He sat there in despair unable to believe that he was spending a second day in nappies. His distraught look when he heard Sarah’s friends arriving was obvious.

The girls jumped up and down with glee when they saw Brian still in his baby dress. “Is he still in nappies?” one of them asked and they were delighted when this was confirmed.

They played with him all day. At about 2pm, after being spoon-fed his lunch by all the girls in turn his mother said “I think Brian is tired after all that playing. I’ll bring him upstairs for a nap.” The girls all laughed at this but Brian was relieved to get a few moments peace.

His mother brought him a bottle of juice or milk every few hours which ensured that he needed regular changing. The girls attended each and every changing and never seemed to tire of seeing Brian have his bottom cleaned and powdered.

Brian had been holding off from wetting his nappy as long as possible that evening when his mother brought him yet another bottle. He winced, took out his dummy and begged “Please, Mum!” She looked at him crossly. “I warned you about speaking. You’ve just earned yourself another day in nappies!” Brian was stunned. He sat there with his mouth open which made it easy for his mother to reinsert the dummy firmly.

The girls cheered and clapped their hands in approval. Brian contemplated another day in nappies and his baby dress for a few moments. He decided he’d had enough. He spat out his dummy. “There’s no way I’m staying another minute like this”, he shouted. He tugged at the mittens. He pinned them under his arms and pulled. No use. He tried to pull them off with his teeth. They wouldn’t come off.

His mother and the girls watched with amusement. He was getting angrier and angrier. He tried to reach for the zip on his dress but it was useless with the mittens on. They could now see that the red mist was descending. He desperately tried to push down his panties. He squirmed and stretched and did everything in his power to get some part of his humiliating outfit off to no avail.

His mother could see he was in a rage at his helplessness. She put her arms around him and held him tight. He tried to wriggle out of her embrace but she held on with all her strength. As he began to calm down, she pushed the soother back into his mouth. He started suc-king on the dummy and it helped him calm a little more.

She gradually released her hug. His frustration was obvious but he seemed to be directing more of it into the soother. She picked up a cuddly teddy bear and handed it to him. He held it tightly to his chest and calmed further.

She opened the side of the play-pen and pushed him in and encouraged him to sit. As usual Brian had no memory of his fit. He remembered being frustrated at having to be dressed like a baby girl for another day. The next thing he remembered was sitting in the play-pen, suc-king determinedly on the soother and holding the teddy bear tightly.

He looked up at the others wondering how long he had been suc-king on the dummy and hugging the teddy. They tried to conceal their amusement at how the soother and cuddly toy had calmed him down.

There were no further incidents that evening. He accepted the bottle. He wet his nappy, was changed and put to bed early in a nice dry clean nappy.

The next day he was bottle-fed, spoon-fed and put in the play-pen without a murmur. He was terrified that any recognisable utterance would earn him another day in nappies.

At about 11am a lady called to the door. He thought he recognised the voice. His mother brought her into the kitchen and they chatted for a while. Sarah kept Brian distracted with his toys.

After half-an-hour or so the lady came into the lounge, looked at Brian in his play-pen and smiled. He saw now that she was a psychiatrist that he had seen before. Unlike most people who saw him in his baby dress, she didn’t roar laughing.

“Hello dear”, she said. Brian just looked at her. She turned to his mother. “So you reckon that the mittens helped control his fit?” His mother nodded. “And the soother and teddy bear helped bring him out of it?” His mother just looked down at Brian in his play-pen. He didn’t like the sound of this.

“Right! Well, I’d suggest that you keep him like this for another week and I’ll come by again and see how things have gone”, the lady said. Brian’s eyes widened in alarm and he looked up in desperation at his mother. “OK”, she said, “if you say so.”

With that the lady left and his mother showed her to the door. When she came back into the lounge, Brian was up on his knees clinging to the side of the pen. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and whimpered from behind his soother. “It’s just for a week”, she said. His shoulders sagged visibly. He looked at his sister who had an undisguised grin on her face.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #5 on:** August 06, 2006, 02:52:22 PM »

“We’ll have to get him a second pretty baby dress if he’s going to spend a week in nappies”, his mother said to Sarah. “Oh yes”, his little sister agreed, “can I help pick it out?” Brian looked very unhappy at this prospect.

His mother called a neighbour to come in and mind him while they went to get his second baby dress. She only had to make one call. Mrs. Howard next door was only too delighted to see Brian in his pink baby dress and nappy.

He was sitting in the play-pen when she came in. She put her hand to her mouth to try to stifle a huge guffaw when she saw Brian in his outfit. His red-cheeked face framed by the pink bonnet was one of the funniest sights she had ever seen. She didn’t speak for a couple of minutes because she would not have been able to say anything without bursting out laughing.

His mother made him stand up so Mrs. Howard could see his outfit in its full glory. He could see her taking in each part – the bonnet, the soother, the petticoats, the panties and the booties.

His mother pushed him to turn around. As he stood with his back to them she raised his petticoats in case Mrs. Howard hadn’t noticed the frilly panties, which was unlikely. He could hear muffled sniggers as he stood with his cheeks burning brighter. Eventually Mrs. Howard commented “that must be an old fashioned cotton …” she choked momentarily “…nappy he has on.”

“That’s right”, his mother confirmed. “We’ll only be gone for a couple of hours at most, so if he wets or soils himself it can wait until we get home.” Mrs. Howard was clearly amused by the mental picture this conjured up. Brian was relieved that he wasn’t going to have his nappy changed by a neighbour.

But as his mother and sister were about to go Mrs. Howard assured them “it’s not long since I’ve had to change nappies so there’s no problem – I’ll change him if needs be” and she smiled down on the boy in the play-pen.

When they were gone Mrs. Howard went in and sat by the pen. “Who’s a pretty boy then?” she teased and lifted his petticoats to see his frilly panties again. He glared at her. “So you’re going to be in nappies for a week then?” He frowned. “That’ll be nice for you.”

Two hours later they returned to find Brian still in his pen. He looked particularly cross and his cheeks were burning brightly again. They heard the back door close. Mrs. Howard came in. “Oh, there you are”, she said brightly, “I was just disposing of his poopy nappy.”

When she was going she turned and said “just call if you ever want me to babysit again. He was as good as gold. You should probably keep him nappies all the time!” She tittered as she gave him a dainty wave.

Brian’s new baby dress was stored away for the next day leaving him wondering what had they got for him now.

The next morning his mother came into his bedroom and opened the curtains. “Morning!” She came over to his bed. “Have we anything in our nappy for mummy this morning?” He nodded glumly. “Aw, here.” She pushed his soother in. “Number 1?” He nodded.

While his mother was powdering his bottom, Sarah brought in the bags with his new outfit. She was clearly excited.

Once his mother had his plastic pants pulled up over his nappy she went over to the bags. Brian watched with trepidation and suc-ked on his soother. She pulled out a peach dress with very wide lace around the collar, sleeves and hem. The colour was very bright but at least there didn’t seem to be any petticoats.

She threw the dress over his head, pulled his arms through and zipped him up. He looked down at the lace trimming that must have been three-inches wide. She got him to stand up. He could see in the mirror that the bottom two inches of his plastic pants were visible below the lace hem.

Sarah brought over his panties holding them up to examine them. They were white with broderie anglaise trim around the leg openings. He stepped into them and his mother pulled them up over his plastic pants. He glanced in the mirror and could see the broderie anglaise trim perfectly. His peach bonnet had the same trim. His eyes followed the semi-circle of lace all the way around his head as she tied the ribbon under his chin. He had to sit up on the changing table while his mother tied the ribbons on his booties into nice bows.

He stood up again and presumed that they were finished. It could have been worse. But his mother rummaged in another large bag. She took out a separate four-layered lace-trimmed petticoat. Brian winced.

He held his arms out as his mother pulled the petticoat up under his dress. She smoothed the dress over the enormous crinoline. She turned him towards the mirror. His full panties were now visible up to the waistband and the material was quite thin so the outline of his nappy and the pins were clearly visible through it.

His mother made him turn around and bend over a little. The tightly packed swirls of his organza petticoat appeared beneath his dress.

His mother had to help him down the stairs as he couldn’t see the steps because of his enormous petticoats. She put him in the play-pen. When he sat down he gave a little jump because he sat on something. He rummaged under his petticoats and pulled out a squashed doll.

When he went to sit a second time he tried to smooth his dress under his bottom but it didn’t reach that far and rested in a perfect cone all around him.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #6 on:** August 09, 2006, 06:02:55 PM »

The next morning his mother asked Sarah to spoon-feed him his breakfast. She heaved a big sigh. “Come on now, Mummy has to prepare his bottle.” Sarah stomped over reluctantly and took his bowl of cereal and started feeding him. Only a couple of days ago she thought this was hilarious but she was bored with it already.

After breakfast Brian was put in the play-pen. “Can I go over to Susie’s to play please Mum?” Sarah asked. “Are you not going to play with your baby brother?” her mother asked in return. Sarah made a pained expression and stomped her foot. “That’s boring”, she protested, “all he can do is play with dolls and stupid baby toys.” Brian looked hurt.

“But you can bring your friends over to play with him”, his mother suggested. “But Susie’s got a new swing in her back garden – we want to play on it”, Sarah pleaded. “Well, OK, I suppose”, her mother conceded and Sarah ran out the front door before she changed her mind.

Brian had been mortified sitting in the play-pen in his baby dress while the girls played with him but at least it passed the day. He looked around the play-pen forlornly at his dolls, cuddly toys and letter blocks and wondered how he was going to amuse himself.

“Aw, is Babykins all alone today?” his mother asked sympathetically. Brian looked up sadly. “I’ll play with you a little later but I have work to do for now.”

He plinked away unenthusiastically on a toy xylophone while his mother hoovered. After that she knelt by the play-pen and got him to spell out simple words with the letter blocks. Then the door bell rang.

It was Susie’s mother. “I heard the poor little baby has no one to play with”, she said as she entered the room, “so I brought over some videos.” She stopped dead when she saw Brian in his peach dress and bent over laughing. Bringing over the video was obviously just an excuse for her to get a look at him.

When she had her laugh she pushed the video in and switched on the TV with the remote. The credits came up. “The Fairies”. Brian sighed. Two young women came on dressed in big frilly fairy dresses and pranced around the place singing.

His mother brought Susie’s mother into the kitchen for a coffee and they left him in front of the TV and the excruciating programme. Brian looked at the remote on the coffee table. He doubted that he would be able to operate it with the mittens on but he was desperate to fast forward the tape or something.

He reached through the bars of the pen as far as he could. He was just about able to get the tip of his mitten on the remote but when he tried to edge it closer it slid further away.

He sighed and sat up in the pen again. He looked towards the kitchen and wondered could he risk popping out of the pen for second to get it. He rolled over onto his knees. He heard his mother walk across the kitchen floor and quickly sat back down on his bottom. He was now too nervous to try it.

He needed to wet his nappy but he didn’t want to be changed in front of Susie’s mother. When they were finished their coffee they came in and sat in the lounge. They tittered at the silly TV programme which Brian was obediently watching.

Brian wondered if they realised that his nappy was filling with warm pee as they sat there. He waited a while in his wet nappy hoping Susie’s mum would go. But when they threatened to go out into the garden to inspect some new flowers, he knew he had to give in.

He signalled to his mum. “Have we a wet nappy dear?” she asked. Susie’s mum tittered. Brian nodded. She laughed out load at that.

He was brought to the changing table and Susie’s mum watched amusedly as he had his wet nappy removed, was cleaned and powdered and pinned into a dry nappy. Seemingly satisfied with the show, she departed shortly afterwards.

Brian reckoned that if he didn’t manage to throw a fit of some kind before the week was out there must be a distinct possibility that he would be kept in nappies indefinitely. But he knew from past experience that he couldn’t fake one of his red-mist fits. He was concerned that if his mother realised that he was faking a fit, he might end up even worse off. He looked down at his baby dress, shuffled uneasily in his nappy and wondered how much worse things could get.

He tried to work himself up into a genuine fit. He took out his soother and tried to think of all the humiliation heaped upon him over the last few days. There was no way they could keep him like this, he thought, as he got more worked up. This is totally unacceptable.

His mother came into the room and noticed his angry state. “Where’s Babykins soother gone?” She found his soother and put it in his mouth. She picked up a pretty dolly and made him hold it. She adjusted his bonnet and flicked the end of his nose lovingly.

She dusted around the room, smiling across to him and making soothing noises while his anger subsided. It was just impossible to work up a rage with that damn soother in his mouth and holding a dolly. So he started crying instead at his pathetic failure.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have a nice warm bottle for you in a mo”, his mother said and went out to the kitchen. He was blubbering away when she returned with the bottle. She came quickly over to the play-pen, removed his soother and replaced it with the bottle.

His crying subsided as he suc-ked on the bottle. It was just that it gave him something else to think about. “There, that’s better”, she observed as the tears dried up. Now he was even more frustrated that she believed a warm bottle of milk calmed him down successfully.

He spent a thoroughly boring afternoon with another couple of hours of the Fairies and several picture books. While it was humiliating having people treat him like a baby, at least they were company. Sitting alone in the play-pen was much worse and let him dwell on his predicament.