Author Topic: The Fancy Dress Party (Read 87210 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** March 16, 2006, 07:42:29 AM »

Part 1

Shane couldn’t believe he was letting his mother do this. He lay back on the bed in his bedroom. He was stark naked. His mother slid a towel under his bottom pulled it around his waist and up between his legs and pinned it onto him like a nappy.

She had somehow persuaded him to go to the fancy dress party as a baby. The party was an eighth birthday party for his niece. Most of the others at the party would be of a her age. His mother reckoned that they would all be dressed as doctors and nurses, cowboys and Indians etc. – various grown-up costumes and it would be really funny if he, as a fifteen-year-old, was dressed as a baby.

He looked down at the towel nappy and frowned. His mother flapped out what looked like a pair of large plastic underpants. She pulled them up his legs as he, being unfamiliar with old fashioned cloth nappies, wondered what they were for. The plastic pants were elasticated at the waist and legs and his mother took great care making sure the nappy was entirely tucked in.

Then she slipped a pair of mittens over his hands. He thought these were all a bit odd. He was expecting the towel and maybe some kind of big blue romper and was resigned to the probability that a large soother would be involved but the plastic pants and mittens were all unexpected.

She took more items from a bag. Sure enough there was the comically large soother. He frowned on seeing that it was pink but allowed her to slip it into his mouth. “Now, remember, babies don’t talk so you can keep that in all the time”, she instructed him. He threw his eyes up. There wouldn’t be anyone at the party he would want to speak to anyhow – just kids and relations. He just hoped his friends wouldn’t see him crossing the road to his Aunt’s house dressed like this.

His mother went back to the bag. His eyes widened when she produced the baby outfit. It was a big pink gingham dress! “Nnnnng”, he protested through the dummy. She held it up to admire it. He put his hand up to take out his dummy but the mittens had no fingers and he couldn’t grasp it.

His mother already had the dress over his head before he was able to spit out the soother. “No way!” he shouted. “Oh don’t be such a baby”, she scolded him and laughed. She was trying to push his arms into the big puffed out sleeves of the dress. “No, Mum, you never said it was going to be a dress!” She continued to struggle with him and got one arm through. “They didn’t have any baby boy’s outfit, so it’ll have to do”, she told him.

“No, Mum, there’s no way I’m wearing it”. But the mittens seriously disabled him and she soon had his other arm through and quickly zipped the dress up behind him. He jumped up off the bed and stomped around the room as he tried to reach the zip. While he could just about reach it, the mittens prevented him from taking the zip in his fingers.

“Just wait until you see the whole outfit”, his mother said, “then you can take it off if you don’t like it.” “I already know I don’t like it”, he insisted. “Just wait until you see”, she said and stuffed the soother back into his mouth. She pushed him back down onto the bed.

He sighed heavily as she returned to the bag. She took out a pink frilly bonnet and came towards him. “Mmmmm!” he growled through the dummy. She placed it on his head and tied it under his chin as he pouted.

Next she took out a pair of pink panties with rows of white lace across the seat. He tried to get up off the bed again but she pushed him back and pulled the panties up his legs. His next attempt to get up off the bed only allowed her to pull the panties up over his nappy.

“Nearly done”, she told him. He decided to let her finish and humour her for a minute before deciding that he didn’t want to go dressed like this. Did she think he was mad? He would never hear the end of it if people saw him in a frilly pink baby dress.

She pulled a pair of white socks with pink lace trim onto his feet and finally put a pair of pink t-bar shoes on him. She stood up and smiled broadly. “Now!”

He got up off the bed and looked down at the dress. It flared from breast level and there seemed to be several layers underneath because it stood out at a huge angle. He pulled the hem up and saw the lace trim of the petticoat.

He went over to the mirror and was further dismayed at the sight. The dress was very short and the frilly panties could be clearly seen. They stretched tightly over the obvious bulge of his nappy. Since his teenage boy’s face was largely hidden by the lace of the bonnet and the large soother you could nearly be fooled into thinking he was a real baby girl except that he was so big.

There was no way in the world he was going to wear this outside this room. He had indulged his mother long enough and he looked at how to take off the mittens. Inside the mittens his digits had slipped into finger and thumb compartments but it was as if they were all sown tightly together and he couldn’t move them independently. He put one hand under an arm and tried to pull the mitten off but it was held firmly.

His mother watched with amusement as he examined his wrists where the mittens were fastened. They were buckled tightly and he soon realised that there was no way he could undo either of them while the other hand was in a mitten too.

He made a few more futile attempts at removing parts of his costume. He couldn’t untie the bow that held his bonnet in place. His pulled up his dress revealing the several layers of white petticoats and tried to push down the panties but they were well elasticated at the waist. He stuck out a foot in front to see if there was anyway of getting the shoes and socks off. He had to push down his petticoats in front before he could even see his foot. The shoe was buckled on and it was obvious there was nothing he could do.

His mother waited until he realised for himself that he was stuck like this. He sighed and looked at her crossly. “So you’re happy to keep your baby dress on then”, she said sarcastically.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** March 17, 2006, 05:12:20 AM »

Part 2

He stomped a foot in frustration and gave her a pleading look. Satisfied that she had him trapped, she went back to the bag. He spat the soother out and caught it between his mittens. “Please Mum! This is ridiculous.” “Don’t be silly”, she replied, “you look great! Don’t be such a spoil sport.” “PLEASE!” he begged. “It’s a fancy dress party!” she reminded him and pushed the soother back in.

His mother went off to get ready for the party herself. She left him in his room desperately trying to get the mittens off. By the time she returned he was resigned to the fact that he couldn’t get out of the baby dress and nappy. He was just going to have to make the most of it. It was just a fancy dress party after all, he was now telling himself.

He knew that, if the children realised just how mortified he was at being dressed like a baby girl, they would only torment him all the more. So he had to try to brave it out and pretend that he was just being a good sport.

When his mother came into his bedroom to fetch him he reinserted the soother and stood up. He looked in the mirror again and tried to push his dress down to cover his frilly panties but the stiff petticoats ensured that they remained on view. His mother sniggered and took him by the arm.

At the front door she handed him a doll. He just took it obediently and braced himself for the prospect of going outside dressed like this. His mother opened the door and he took a deep breath, tried to be brave and went out.

He looked nervously up and down the road. The bonnet restricted his view and he had to turn his head right around to see. There were a lot of cars parked around suggesting that most guests had arrived for the party. He would be making a grand entrance in front of a full house.

He followed his mother up the path to his Aunt’s doorway. They could hear music, chat and laughter inside. His mother rang the bell and waited. His Aunt opened the door. “Oh Margaret, there you …” She broke off in mid-sentence when she saw Shane in his pink baby dress. “Oh my goodness.” Shane had a fixed smile on his face.

Behind his Aunt the main room was full of children and their mothers. As expected the children were dressed as doctors, nurses, firemen, maids, cowboys, witches etc. The chatter gradually died down as more people spotted Shane at the door.

Within seconds the whole place was consumed by an awkward silence. Mothers exchanged looks unsure whether to laugh or not. “Isn’t he darling?” his mother said and she pushed him in the door. Shane had little option but to walk into the middle of the room, his petticoats swaying around him as he walked. He couldn’t help but try to push his dress down as much as possible even though he knew it was pointless. His Aunt broke the silence. “Is he actually wearing a nappy?” she asked. There were a few snorts of laughter. His mother didn’t bother answering – it was obvious to everyone.

Shane tried to keep his fixed smile and acted as if this was all good fun. “Love those frilly panties”, someone interjected and everyone laughed. Shane was sure his cheeks were reddening.

Soon he was surrounded by a ring of children in various adult costumes all fascinated with his baby outfit. A couple of girls reached out and lifted the hem of his dress to see the petticoats. He pushed his dress down again to stop them and that caused more amusement. A little boy pointed at Shane’s frilly socks and laughed.

While he was embarrassed too by the big dummy in his mouth at least it gave him an excuse to ignore the remarks and say nothing. People started chatting among themselves again but virtually everyone continued stealing glimpses at the fifteen-year-old boy dressed in a nappy and baby dress.

“Would you like something to drink?” his Aunt asked, trying to recompose herself. His mother had a hold-all and reached into it. She produced a big baby bottle and handed it to his Aunt. “Perhaps you could put some juice in this for him”, she said loudly. Shane cringed. One lady who obviously hadn’t recognised him blurted out “you mean, it’s a boy?” She put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from spluttering out her drink.

His Aunt eagerly went to the kitchen and returned with the bottle full of juice. His mother found a spot on a couch and patted the place beside her for him to sit. He didn’t want to cause a scene so he obediently sat beside her.

His Aunt was about to hand him the bottle but his mother reached up and took it from her. Then she took the soother from his mouth and held the bottle up to him. He was aware that many people were watching with great amusement. He could try to refuse the bottle but he knew his mother would persist and it would just cause a scene that would attract more attention. So he accepted the bottle and started suc-king.

There was much tittering but most people went back to their conversations. When he thought nobody was looking he tried to give his mother a pleading look in the hope she would take pity on him but she continued feeding him from the bottle, allowing him little breaks to get his breath back.

When he was nearly finished the bottle his Aunt arrived over to them with a bowl of ice-cream birthday cake. “Would he like this?” she asked his mother. His Aunt was now talking to her as if he was really a baby. “Just a minute”, his mother asked her to wait. She went back to the bag and took out a bib. Shane cringed again and then looked around nervously to see if anyone noticed. From the broad smiles he began to suspect that most people were beginning to realise that he was not a willing participant in this.

His mother tied the bib behind his neck and proceeded to spoon-feed him from the bowl. An audience of children and adults was gathering now and his mother began to perform for them. She deliberately shoved a spoonful at him before he could open his mouth and some ice-cream was smeared on his upper lip and nose. This brought great laughter.

By the time she was scraping the last from the bowl, his face was well smeared with chocolate ice-cream. At last, his Aunt came over with some tissues and his mother cleaned his face. Then she reinserted his dummy.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** March 18, 2006, 05:42:36 AM »

Part 3

His Aunt took the almost empty bottle from his mother and said “I’ll get you a refill”. Shane tried to say that he had more than enough but it just came out as “mmmpfff” and his mother laughed.

Half way through the second bottle the inevitable consequence started to press its attention on him. He hadn’t said a word and was reluctant to remove the soother but when he decided that he really need to go, he had to say something. His mother would have to let him out of the mittens before he could go to the toilet.

He spat the dummy into his hands. His mother went to put it back in but not before he whispered “I need to go”. She pushed the soother back in and said “Go where? To the toilet?” in quite a loud voice.

Shane looked around nervously. A number of people broke off their conversations. He nodded self-consciously. “That’s OK dear”, his mother said. He relaxed a little and held up his mittens for her to take them off. “You can go in your nappy”, she said. He froze. Everyone was looking at them now. “It’s OK”, his mother said loudly, “it’s a real nappy. The elasticated plastic pants will hold it all in – don’t worry”.

He just wanted to die now. He still presumed that she was joking but the very idea of him having to use his nappy was causing great laughter around the room. He tried to laugh it off himself and moved his mittens towards his mother to indicate that he really wanted her to take them off.

But his mother stood up. “Just let me know when you’re wet dear. I have a clean nappy in the bag there. I’ll be in the garden.” And with that she walked out. Shane was left sitting amongst the astonished adults and children. “She’s actually making him use his nappy”, he heard someone whisper.

He remained on the couch, growing increasingly terrified of moving as the pressure on his bladder increased. He still prayed that it was all a sick joke. A crowd had gathered around him. “He mustn’t be able to take those mittens off”, someone suggested. “That’s right! They’re fastened at his wrists. She has him trapped in that baby dress!” Shane lowered his head in embarrassment as it became obvious to everyone that he was a prisoner in the dress and nappy. “He’s completely helpless”, a women observed. “He’s going to have to go in his nappy!” Kids knelt on the floor in a semi-circle eagerly awaiting the moment when he would wet himself.

His mother returned to find him fighting back the tears. He looked up at her in desperation. She flopped back down on the couch beside him causing a bouncing motion through the couch that made him wince. His Aunt came and sat on the other side. Shane was now rigid. The slightest movement and he was lost.

His mother and Aunt talked casually across him. Then one moment his head dropped further. The women stopped talking and looked at him. The warmth was still spreading out from his pee and down around his bottom as the tears began to flow.

“I think someone has finally wet their nappy”, his Aunt said. Shane just sat with his head bowed and everyone knew she was right. A child got up and ran into the garden. “He’s wet himself!” she announced to everyone out there and others came rushing in.

“Do you want to bring him into the utility room to change him?” his Aunt asked. “Yes, thanks”, his mother replied “but we’d better wait a few minutes until we’re sure he’s done.” She looked at him. “Are you all done yet?” His shoulders sagged further confirming that he wasn’t and many people tittered.

After about five minutes Shane lifted his head for the first time since wetting himself. His face was tear-stained. “The poor thing”, he heard one sympathetic mother whisper. “All done?” his mother insisted on confirming. He nodded. “You don’t need to do a number 2 or anything?” she persisted. More people laughed out loud at that thought.

“Are you sure that old-fashioned cloth nappy is going to hold it all in?” his Aunt asked, concerned about her furniture. “Yes. I was careful to make sure the elasticated pants covered his nappy completely. Stand up”, she instructed Shane. He got up very gingerly, expecting to be brought out to be changed.

But his mother pulled down his frilly panties. “See? It’s fine”, she said as she felt around the legs of his plastic pants for any wetness. People pushed to see. The lower half of the nappy was undoubtedly yellowed and soggy. There was a little pool of pee right at the bottom of the plastic pants that the nappy had failed to absorb.

Because of his huge petticoats, Shane was the only one in the room who could not see his nappy. He could only stand there in the middle of the crowd with his frilly panties around his ankles and wait until everyone had seen his wet nappy. He couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating. He started to pee again. “Oh look there’s more pee coming”, someone shouted as the pool at the bottom of his plastic pants grew larger. The nappy was now thoroughly saturated and could hold no more.

Shane started crying uncontrollably at this point. “Oh we’d better get him changed”, his mother said and she pulled up his frilly panties again.

She took him by the hand and he walked very gingerly along as a path opened through the throng of enthralled party-goers. His crying subsided as he realised he was finally going to be changed and he wiped his eyes with the mitten of his free hand. His Aunt followed with the hold-all.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** March 19, 2006, 05:23:44 AM »

Lying back on a table having his nappy changed he wanted to scream abuse at his mother for putting him through this humiliation but he was so drained that he just lay there with the soother still in his mouth.

She removed the wet nappy, wiped him down and powdered him before picking up a clean nappy which she held up before him dramatically. He wanted to beg to be let go home but he knew it was useless so he just lifted his bottom and let her put the dry nappy on him.

A few minutes later she guided him back through the crowd. “Now he’s all dry again in a nice clean nappy”, she announced to everyone.

He continued to be the centre of attention and now people wanted to take lots of photos of him. He was mortified about this. His friends were surely going to see the photos. But there was little he could do. Cameras were flashing around him. He tried to smile and make light of it but when he was shown the polaroids or digital shots he realised how strained his smile was and everyone would see that he was hugely embarrassed.

One woman called from behind her camera “stand up so we can see the nappy and frilly panties properly.” There were cries of “yes, yes” from the others. He was going to do no such thing but his mother pulled him up off the couch and the cameras flashed. He instinctively tried to push down his dress but that just made it worse. In the shots he saw, it was obvious he was desperately trying to hide his nappy and panties. Everyone loved those shots best.

Shane’s niece Emily, whose birthday it was, came over and asked if she could bring him out into the garden. “OK”, his mother said, “but you’re in charge of him. Let me know immediately if he does anything in his nappy. OK?” Emily nodded eagerly and took Shane by the hand. She led him out the door to the garden with the poor boy looking back at his mother despairingly.

“This is my Uncle Shane”, Emily told her friends, “he’s fifteen”. She sniggered and there were various titters from the other children because he certainly didn’t look fifteen. “Look”, Emily pointed to his mittens, “he can’t use his hands so he’s stuck in the baby dress and nappy.” They all laughed. A dozen or so eight-year-olds surrounded him. “Did he really wet his nappy?” a girl dressed as a nurse asked. “Yes. Granny helped to change him and he has a clean nappy on now.” Shane just suc-ked on his soother and stood with his head lowered. There was no point in keeping up any pretence that he was voluntarily dressed like this for the party – everyone now knew he was unwillingly forced to wear the baby dress.

“Let’s play ‘Donkey’”, a little boy dressed as a cowboy suggested. The children eagerly gathered in a circle and Emily insisted that Shane join them. A ball was thrown from child to child back and forth across the circle. When it was thrown to Shane he trapped it between his mittens but he couldn’t get any grip and the ball slipped to the ground. “You’re ‘D’!” the children shouted jumping up and down with excitement.

Shane bent down to pick up the ball giving everyone a great view of the full expanse of his frilly panties. When he heard the laughter he straightened up quickly and tried to push down his petticoats. But nobody was offering to pick up the ball for him so he bent his knees and tried to pick it up without showing so much panty. He had great difficulty picking the ball up in the mittens and the children laughed at his clumsiness.

Eventually he trapped the ball between his mittens and straightened up with it. He had to concentrate carefully to even manage a little throw to the child next to him. Again the children laughed at his helplessness. He was now an obvious target for the other children and the ball was thrown to him at every opportunity.

He was quickly ‘O’ and then ‘N’ before any other child dropped the ball even once. When he finally managed to catch the ball there were ironic cheers from the children. But it wasn’t long before he was out. “You’re DONKEY!”, they shouted and was despatched to sit and watch the rest of the game. As he walked towards the garden seat Emily asked him was he OK – “you haven’t wet your nappy again have you?” The children all laughed. Shane glared at her and she gave a sweet smile. “Just checking.”

He couldn’t wait for the party to end but his mother insisted on hanging around until virtually everyone else was gone. Most people when leaving made a point of saying goodbye to the star of the party. He sat there enduring the comments, trying to smile at their jokes. “You make such a pretty baby!” “You must love your pretty dress and panties.”

Mrs. Wilson came towards them. He had put a football through her window just the week before and knew he couldn’t expect much sympathy from her. She made an exaggerated smile. “That pretty baby dress really suits him”, she said to his mother, “you should keep him that way.” His mother laughed and said “maybe I will”. Shane gave a forced laugh too.

Mrs. Wilson left but Shane noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His mother was checking out his whole outfit again and she smiled. He tried to ignore it but he was getting nervous.

Then Mr. Ramsey came by them. “You’ve certainly put that rascal in his place”, he said to her mother. “Rascal?” she asked, surprised. “I have to keep a close eye on him whenever he’s in my shop”, he claimed. Shane was taken aback. He had once been dared by his friends to steal a packet of sweets and Mr. Ramsey had caught him but that was years ago. His mother gave him a cross look.

When his Aunt came and sat down beside them his mother said to her “I had no idea he was such a scoundrel. He seems to have crossed most people in the neighbourhood.” His Aunt thought little of it – she reckoned most boys got into trouble most of the time anyway. But Shane thought her comment didn’t help. “Yes, he’s quite a little scamp” and she pinched his cheek playfully.

His mother even stayed to help clear up. By now he was beginning to need to pee again. Eventually she picked up her hold-all and took him by the hand. “Don’t forget your dolly”, his Aunt called sarcastically. He took it from her without hesitation anxious to be out of there and out of the nappy and baby dress.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** March 20, 2006, 07:27:53 PM »

His Aunt opened the door and saw that it was now raining. “Oh dear, you can’t go out in that”, she said, “you don’t want to ruin your pretty dress.” Shane looked out at the heavy rain and sighed. He desperately wanted to get home and out of this baby dress. But he also noticed some boys playing football on the street. They were already soaked and seemed to care little about the downpour. He certainly didn’t want to be seen by them dressed as a baby girl.

They waited a while but there was no sign of the rain easing. His Aunt went to the coat rack. She selected a long black rain coat. Shane was quite happy to see this. It would completely cover his embarrassing outfit for the walk back to his house.

But his Aunt gave that coat to his mother and then selected a see-through plastic mac for Shane. He winced as she came towards him with it. But she showed no sign of noticing his frustration. She pulled one sleeve of the mac over his arm but he resisted when she tried to push his other arm into a sleeve. “Stop it”, she scolded him, “what’s the problem?”

He didn’t want to say that he wanted an opaque coat so that the boys on the street wouldn’t see his baby dress because he knew that wouldn’t worry his Aunt – it might only encourage her.

She got his arm into the sleeve and pulled the coat over him. She had difficulty getting the mac around the expanse of his petticoats and they were all bunched up around him as she buttoned him tightly in. The hood went comfortably over his bonnet, much to his disappointment, and his Aunt tied the strings under his chin.

His mother opened the door and Shane could see that the boys were still there. He tried to resist being brought out but his mother tugged his hand and he was pulled out the door after her. He realised that he still had the stupid dummy in his mouth and tried to spit it into his free hand but the string was tied so tightly under his chin that he couldn’t. Not only were the boys going to see him dressed as a baby girl but he would be seemingly happily suc-king on a dummy.

He now wanted to run to get across the street as quickly as possibly but his mother tugged him back. “Don’t splash”, she said, “you’ll ruin those pretty socks.” So he frustratingly had to walk steadily beside her.

He tried to keep his head down and prayed that the boys wouldn’t see – but what were the chances of them not noticing a fifteen-year-old boy in a big frilly pink baby dress complete with bonnet, frilly panties, lacy socks, soother and obvious nappy, firmly buttoned into a see-through mac.

Naturally the boys stopped their game when they saw the spectacle. “There he is!” one of them shouted. They had obviously heard about Shane’s predicament which explained why they waited out in the rain.

They came running over and his mother actually slowed down to let them have a good look. Shane recognised the boys as coming from the class two years behind his at school.

“Look at the big sissy baby!” They roared laughing. “Are you happy in your nappy?” Shane tried again to spit out the soother but it was held firmly in his mouth. “I’m afraid Shane can’t play today”, his mother said. “We wouldn’t want him getting his pretty dress dirty.”

They finally got to their driveway with the boys still walking beside them. “Wave bye-bye to the boys, dear”, his mother told him. Shane just looked crossly at her but she stopped and clearly wasn’t going to go further until he did. He reluctantly waved a mitten at the boys and they roared laughing.

Finally, his mother led him up the path to their door. “Look at those frilly panties.” “He’s definitely wearing a nappy.” “My sister told me he wet himself at the party and had to be changed.”

Shane was in floods of tears when he finally got in the door. He might be safely home but how was he ever going to face those boys again.

At home his mother took off his mac and then went straight into the kitchen and put on the kettle. He waited for her in the hallway but she sat down and picked up a magazine. He spat the soother out. “Mum!” She looked at him nonchalantly. “Mmm?” He held out the mittens and glared at her.

“What’s the rush”, she said, “there’s no point in putting on other clothes at this late stage of the day.” He sighed. “Please Mum!” “Don’t be silly, now sit down at watch the TV or something.”

He trudged into the room and sat down opposite the TV. He started to reach for the remote before realising that he couldn’t pick it up with the mittens. “Can you switch it on please Mum?” She smiled and reached for the remote.

After another few minutes he said “I need to go to the toilet again”. But he feared the worst. She didn’t even look up from the magazine. “Fine, go ahead.” He sighed heavily again.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #5 on:** March 22, 2006, 06:27:52 PM »

It was another hour before he had to give in and wet himself. “Mum?” “Mm-hmm?” “I’m wet.” He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. “OK dear, just wait till I finish this article.”

When she put down the magazine she asked him “are you sure you don’t need to do anything else? You haven’t done a number 2 all day.” He cringed. He did need to do a number 2 but wasn’t going to admit it. But his hesitation gave him away. “You might as well do it now before I change you”, she said.

He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. “PLEASE MUM!!” “I’ll change you when you’ve done a number two”, she insisted. He was at the end of his tether now but what could he do?

His nappy went cold as he couldn’t bring himself to soil himself. “You’d better hurry up or you’ll end up with nappy rash”, she told him.

He started crying again as he realised he was going to have to do it. His mother was unmoved. He stood and walked back and forward trying to figure out how he was going to do it. He couldn’t do it sitting down. Now he couldn’t do it standing up.

He was beginning to get desperate. He got down on all fours. This seemed more likely. He pushed. His mother sniggered as his bottom thrust back and forth. He pushed a stool right to the opening and then relaxed a moment. He knew was going to be able to push it out but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He waited, desperately hoping for a late reprieve but realised he was going to have to do it. He pushed again and the stool slid out and plopped into his nappy. He started crying at the indignity. He knew there was a second one there. He wondered would she be satisfied with the one. But then, was she going to put him in another nappy? Surely not! How could she justify that? But he decided that he’d better play safe.

He pushed again and another stool slid out into his nappy. By now the smell was beginning to spread. His mother looked up. “I take it you’ve produced something then”, she said, wrinkling her nose.

When he turned his face was tear-stained. “Oh dear, where’s your soother”, she said. He was no more interested where the damn thing was. She found it and brought it to him. He frowned. “But that’s what it’s for, love.” He turned his head away in disgust. “Now dear, you’re not going to get changed until you do what Mummy says.”

Was there no end to this torment? He had no choice but to accept the soother. “There we are”, she said. “That’ll make you feel better.” Then she picked up the doll and handed it to him. He sighed and took it, holding it to his chest with his left arm.

“I’ll just go and set up a table for changing”, she said and went to the utility room. He paced up and down, not wanting to sit and spread his mess around.

When she came back in, she looked him up and down and smiled. “Give us a twirl”, she said. He glared at her. He realised she was going to make the most of the situation. He might as well get it over with. He grumpily turned around in a full circle, shuffling from one foot to the other. “Quicker”, she instructed. He turned quicker and his petticoats swirled out. “Excellent”, she exclaimed. “Now curtsey.” He stood open-mouthed in front of her. He couldn’t believe this. She demonstrated a curtsey and waited for his response.

He bent one leg behind the other as she had done. “And hold out your dress”, she instructed. He held out his dress and petticoats with his free hand as best he could, given the mittens. “Alright, we’ll get you changed.”

He was anxious to get the messy, cold nappy off so he co-operated with her every instruction. He lay on his stomach as his mother wiped his bottom. Yet again, he couldn’t believe the situation he was in.

When he rolled back over as instructed he saw his mother holding a clean nappy. “Nnnn”, he gurgled through the soother and he tried to sit up. She pushed him back down and lightly slapped the side of his bottom to get him to lift it. He lay back and stared at the ceiling in desperation. A slightly harder slap encouraged him to lift his bottom.

Tears came to his eyes again as his mother wrapped the nappy around his bottom and pinned it in place. He couldn’t wait for this day to end.

When it came to bedtime his mother brought him to his room. She removed his shoes and socks and then his bonnet. He wished she would remove his mittens so that he could take everything else off himself. But she unzipped his dress and pulled it over his head. It was a relief to have that off. Then she pulled down his frilly panties.

He stood there waiting for her to remove the plastic pants but instead she pulled back his duvet and motioned him to get into the bed. He realised that she was still not going to take off his nappy. He begged and pleaded but there was no moving her. He refused to get into the bed but she simply left the room and closed the door.

He sat on the side of the bed in despair. When she didn’t return, he realised he had no choice but to get in. He lay there for hours consumed by his predicament. Eventually he nodded off.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #6 on:** March 23, 2006, 06:43:26 PM »

He woke the next morning to the sound of his mother rummaging in his room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up the bed, momentarily forgetting his situation. Then he felt again the thick cloth around his bottom. Before he woke properly his mother threw the baby dress over his head.

In his semi-awake state he could only put up an ineffective resistance and she soon had his arms through the sleeves and zipped him up. “Oh please Mum! Not again!” He sat there not quite believing he was in the baby dress again while his mother fetched the bonnet.

He continued complaining as she tied it under his chin but with his hands still in the mittens he was helpless. She hauled him out of the bed and quickly pulled the frilly panties up over his nappy. “Ah Mum!” He wanted to cry now. Seeing his eyes start to water she reached for the soother and pushed it into his mouth.

He offered little resistance to her putting the lace trimmed socks and t-bar shoes on. He just looked on sullenly as she fluffed out the lace. He knew she would prevail in the end.

She took him by the arm and quickly crossed the room. He couldn’t help checking himself out in the mirror as he passed it. His petticoats swayed back and forth as he scampered after her. The lace frills on his panties fluttered.

She brought him down to the kitchen and sat him at the table. He removed the dummy. “Mum, how long are you going to keep me like this?” She looked at him. He had such a miserable look on his face. She came over to him and reinserted the dummy. “As long as I decide. Now, no more talking from you or I’ll leave you sitting in a wet nappy for an hour. Understood?”

He sat there none the wiser about how long this predicament was going to last. His mother prepared a bowl of cereal, brought it over and sat beside him. She removed his soother, put it on the table and took the spoon. She dipped it into the cereal and presented him with a spoonful. He turned his head away. “Now, I’m serious!” she barked at him. He jumped a little in surprise. “Any more disobedience and you’ll earn yourself an hour in a wet nappy. I mean it.”

He opened his mouth with a scowl. She shoved the spoon in and he closed his mouth over it as she withdrew it. “Smile”, she ordered. He reluctantly turned the corners of his mouth up. “That’s better”, she said as she held up another spoonful.

The door bell rang when she was half-way through the bowl. She put it on the table and went to the front door. Shane looked down at the bowl and spoon. He knew he wouldn’t be able to pick up the spoon so he had to wait for her to come back and finish feeding him.

His mother answered the door. It was one of the neighbours who had been at the party, Mrs. Hall. She came in and saw Shane still dressed as a baby. “You still have him in the baby dress!” she observed. “Yes, he just can’t take it off”, his mother joked.

Shane sat there fuming as his mother picked up the spoon to resume feeding. He didn’t want Mrs. Hall to think that he was happy being spoon-fed like this but he didn’t dare resist his mother. So he accepted the spoon with a grumpy look.

“I see he’s still in nappies too”, Mrs. Hall saw. “Yes, he’s wet himself a couple of times now and even soiled himself last night.” Mrs. Hall burst out laughing. “My goodness. How long are you going to keep him like this?”

Shane looked at his mother with concern. “Well, I was thinking”, she said, “I didn’t realise that he’d been such a bold boy. A number of neighbours complained about his behaviour.” Shane wanted to protest. He was one of the best behaved boys in the neighbourhood. Most other boys would have called him a “goody-two-shoes”. But he knew better than to speak.

“So I reckon I’ll keep him here where I can keep an eye on him”, his mother said. Shane looked very worried now. “We’ll see how well behaved he is for his mommy.” He figured he had better be good or he could end up being kept like this for a long time.

When she had finished the bowl, she pushed his dummy back in and asked Mrs. Hall to keep an eye on him for a few minutes. His mother went upstairs. Mrs. Hall looked at him with an amused look on her face. “Who’s a pretty boy then”, she said. She lifted his petticoats to get a better look at his frilly panties. She smirked.

They heard noises coming from the attic. After a few minutes his mother came down carrying a large box and went into the front room. He thought the box looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it before.

He listened intently, trying to figure out what she was doing. Eventually she came into the kitchen and took his arm. She brought him into the front room. She had assembled the old wooden play-pen in the middle of the floor. Mrs. Hall sniggered.

Shane resisted a little as his mother brought him towards the pen. He knew he couldn’t refuse but he was going to make his displeasure known. He whined from behind his dummy but his mother put him in the play pen and closed the side.

“Sit down now”, she instructed. He looked around the confined space and eventually sat. He knew he could easily climb out but he was not in a position to defy her. His mother left the room again, leaving Mrs. Hall smiling at the poor boy.

When his mother came back she was carrying some toys. She placed a tin mini-xylophone in the play-pen and a couple of teddies. Mrs. Hall was very amused by this. His mother went off in search of more baby toys and returned with a little drum and letter blocks.

He just sat there, unenthusiastic about playing with any of these. But his mother insisted that he take a drum stick. He could just about hold it between his mittens. “Go on”, she prompted him. He reluctantly hit the drum a couple of times. Mrs. Hall clapped in delight.