It only took a few days to have Brian acting like a happy little baby girl. He was clearly now resigned to his fate. He fully realised that he was totally at his mother’s mercy and that it was in his interest to do what he was told. She only had to resort to the castor oil twice and on one occasion picked up the phone threatening to ask the psychiatrist to send over a butt plug.
Sarah brought Brian around her friends’ houses. Mrs. Campbell opened her front door to find Brian in his pink baby dress and Sarah holding his reins. “Hello Sarah”, she said, “how’s your baby brother?” Brian smiled and curtsied, lifting his petticoats daintily to show off all of his frilly panties. Mrs. Campbell gave a surprised laugh. “That’s his favourite baby dress”, Sarah said. Brian twirled around and his petticoats whirled around him.
“Come on in”, Mrs. Campbell said. Brian skipped in through the door leaving her speechless at his seemingly happy state. “You play on the carpet there Babykins”, Sarah said. Brian went down on his hands and knees and crawled across the carpet with his thickly nappied bottom waving in the air.
He turned and sat down. He took his dolly and hugged her tightly before rocking her in his arms. All the time he nursed his soother absent mindedly. Mrs. Campbell couldn’t believe her eyes. “He seems to be the complete happy little baby girl now”. Brian fought back the tears and continued smiling. “Yes. Mummy found an old pair of his trousers in the attic this morning and she asked him if he’d like to wear them but he shook his head and pointed at his pink baby dress.” There was no point in Brian trying to deny this complete fabrication. He seemingly contentedly sat his dolly on the floor beside him.
“I thought it was too hot for him to wear his tights today but he practically threw a tantrum until Mummy let him wear them.” Mrs. Campbell laughed. Brian had given up imagining what he would do to his sister if he ever got out of this because he was never going to get out. He would just have to take it all.
Once she had rounded up her friends and shown Brian off to their mothers, she brought him to the shops. In the newsagents he ignored all the people laughing at him and skipped over to the lollipop jar. He gave Sarah an angelic look and lifted his petticoats daintily again so that everyone in the shop could appreciate the fluffy trim and the lace on his panties. “OK! OK!”, she said, “you can have one lollipop”. Brian jumped up and down and clapped hands.
Down in the park Sarah took off his harness and let him sit on the merry-go-round and told the other children not to turn it too quickly for him. His petticoats fluttered around him as he tried to hold on to the bar which was difficult because of his mittens.
After a few minutes he groaned through his soother to be let off. The children stopped it turning and Brian went over to his sister. He pointed at his nappy. “Has Babykins had an accent?” He nodded without any sign of embarrassment although inside he was mortified. The children all tittered. “Number 1?” Sarah asked. He nodded again to more sniggering. “OK. I’ll take you home in a few minutes”, she told him and continued her conversation with a friend. Brian was furious that she was leaving him in a soggy nappy, which she did regularly, but he went back to the merry-go-round without showing any sign of annoyance.
After another ten minutes Sarah called him over. He came across expecting her to put his harness back on. But to his consternation she pulled down his panties. All the children stopped to watch. Sarah felt around the tops of his legs to check if his tights were damp. “You’ll be fine for another while”, she told him as she pulled up his panties again and returned to her conversation. Brian went back to the children trying to ignore their great amusement at his being kept in a wet nappy for so long.
When Sarah finally brought him home she took her time and went the long way around the park. All the girls gathered around as her mother started to change Brian. She removed his bonnet before pulling the dress over his head. Brian had to let go of the soother which was attached to his dress with a ribbon.
He lay back on the changing table watching anxiously as Sarah untied his soother from the dress. When she brought it over to him he leaned towards her and took the soother gratefully in his mouth and nursed it happily again.
His mother took off his shoes and pulled down his frilly panties. She tut-tutted at a small damp patch on his pink tights and pulled them down. She peeled off the wet plastic pants and unpinned his saturated nappy.
She wiped him down at the front and told him to turn over. When she had wiped his bottom he felt her rubbing a spot. “I think you’re getting nappy rash”, she told him. Brian looked up in surprise. Sarah was standing beside him and had an evil grin on her face. “You bold baby – you mustn’t be telling us when you have a wet nappy”, his mother scolded him. He glared at Sarah but she looked at him defiantly knowing there was nothing he could do.
“Where is that nappy rash cream?” his mother wondered. She walked out of the room leaving him lying naked on the changing table in front of all the girls. They stepped forward and examined the nappy rash.
His mother found the cream and applied it to the spot before putting his clean nappy and plastic pants on. “Is there another pair of pink tights there Sarah?” his mother asked. Brian looked over hoping that he might be spared that humiliation at least. Sarah opened a drawer and shouted back “there’s at least half a dozen pairs here” as she held up one of them. Brian sighed and flopped back on the changing table as his mother rolled up the legs of his tights.
When he was dressed again in his pink baby dress, his mother brought him to the high-chair and strapped him in. She came over with the bottle of caster oil and a large spoon. Brian whimpered through his soother when he saw it. “You’ll have to learn to tell us when your nappy is wet”, his mother told him.
She removed his soother, poured a full spoon and held it up in front of his mouth. Brian looked at Sarah and his lower lip quivered. “Open!” his mother instructed him. Tears rolled down his face as he opened his mouth reluctantly. His mother inserted the spoon and he braced himself as his closed his mouth over it. She withdrew the spoon and he shuddered. Sarah poured out glasses of lemonade for her friends as her brother was led spluttering to his play-pen.
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Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Hello Dolly (Read 58570 times)
