Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on July 24, 2018, 06:07:22 PM
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Steven woke but felt very groggy. He couldn’t remember when he had fallen asleep. He was aware that he was in a seated position. He tried to bring his hand up to his head but couldn’t. It appeared to be held at the wrist. He tried the other hand and it was the same.
“Hmm?” He couldn’t open his mouth. He could open his eyes although his eyelids felt heavy. It was almost dark – either dawn or dusk. He looked down and realized that he was wearing a dress! “Nnnmmm!” Why couldn’t he open his mouth? He tried harder but his mouth was held tightly shut by some kind of material stretched over it that went back over his ears and appeared to be attached to the wall behind him. He could move his head from side to side but couldn’t nod it forwards. What the hell?
He then tried to move his legs but they were clearly strapped to the floor at the ankles and held in quite a splayed position. Who had done this and why? He became aware of hair dangling at the side of his head and tickling his neck and he could feel that his feet were bent into an odd shape. Then he realized that he was facing a window.
He looked out the window. It was brightening. It was dawn. He was looking out onto a street! Just then he was bathed in light. Presumably a timer had turned on the lights around him. “Nnhhhmm!” He could now see that he was wearing a pink dress with lots of lace trimmings! He looked down and there were obviously several layers under the skirt of his dress. He could also see his image reflected in the window as it was still quite dark outside.
He could see now why his eyes felt so heavy. Long false eyelashes were glued to his eyelids. He fluttered them at himself. The material that was gagging him was a perfect match for his skin. You couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended. Thick pink lips were drawn on his mask. He could also see his large wig with numerous ringlets dangling around his head. There was a large pink bow perched on top of his wig. He was clearly made-up to look like a doll! And it was quite effective. Only his eyes and eye-lids could move apart from being able to move his head sideways.
He looked further down in his reflection and could see up his dress. He had many layers of fluffy white petticoats under his pink dress. In the centre he could see that he was dressed in pink bloomers with rows of thick white lace and lace trim at the ends of the legs. Because his legs were held so far apart his pink frilly bloomers would be fully visible to anyone looking in the window.
He struggled and tugged at his arms and legs again but was firmly held in position. He could move his hands below the wrists and his feet below his ankles but that was it. It felt like his hands were in gloves. He was also wearing pink and white striped stockings or tights – he couldn’t tell, but they went up over his knees and up under his bloomers. And then he saw the pink high-heeled t-bar shoes on his feet which explained why they felt so odd.
He started to look around. There were numerous dolls propped up around him. Those right beside him on either side were quite large – two or three feet tall some of them - though not nearly as large as he was of course. But he realized now that he was meant to be a large doll on display in the middle of dozens of others. “Nnngghhh!” he wriggled against his restraints as best he could.
This was obviously the window of Mrs Lindsey’s doll shop on the High Street! He froze as he saw somebody walking down the far side of the street but they were too far away to notice anything. It was brightening now and he was losing his reflection in the window. Eventually somebody was going to come along this side of the street and notice the surprisingly large doll in the window of the shop.
He struggled again. He had to get out before somebody came. He could see that the straps holding his ankles in place had been cleverly hidden by the large dresses of some of his fellow dolls. He tried to look down at his hands that were strapped by his side. He could see that he was wearing white gloves with long lace trimming which hid the straps on his wrists. Whatever held his head up and pinned to the wall was well hidden behind his large wig. Anyone looking in would not see that this large doll was strapped down at all. She would just appear to be propped up against the wall like all the other dolls.
He looked at them. He was totally appropriately turned out in his wig of ringlets with its bow on top and his pink lacey dress, petticoats, bloomers, pink and white stockings and pink shoes. The actual dolls were all similarly dressed in Victorian style outfits with lots of lace and peeking petticoats and bloomers. He fit right in – except that he was so big. That’s what any passer-by would notice.
He clearly could not free himself and needed assistance. If he was able to attract the attention of an on-looker by fluttering his false eye-lases and moving his head from side to side, what would they do? The shop was locked up overnight so they wouldn’t be able to access the window display to free him.
They would probably phone the police. They might call out the fire brigade. He’d have a dozen men running around trying to free him! They probably wouldn’t realise that he was a boy under all these frills. He certainly didn’t look like one. The newspaper office is just a few doors down, they would notice the crowd gathered around the window and send a photographer! He would feature on every front page in the country as the boy dressed up totally as a sissy doll, on display in a shop window. Members of the public would take photos and videos on their phones and post them to their social networks and he would undoubtedly go viral!
He had to find some other way to get out discretely. Mrs Lindsay was a very quiet little old lady. If he could attract her attention when she came to open the shop, she would be able to free him without creating a fuss – hopefully. He heard footsteps approach on the pavement immediately outside the window.
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Quite the scene,, ON DISPLAY, diasPLAYED for everyone to see. what happens next?
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Steven froze just in time and a lady stopped to check her purse. Then she looked towards the window and not surprisingly noticed the exceptionally large doll. Steven knew that even a moving eyeball could give him away. It was desperately difficult not to blink, especially with the weight of his large false eyelashes.
The lady looked down below his petticoats at his pink frilly bloomers and smiled. Steven blinked – he couldn’t help it. She looked up at his face, clearly thinking that something had moved but unsure. He had to keep his eyes open and unmoving. Eventually she shrugged and looked at her watch and rushed off.
He breathed again and fluttered his eyelashes while he could. He looked around the shop display again. He always thought that the dolls in this shop were ridiculously expensive. Perhaps some were antiques, he hadn’t thought about it before or cared. The large dolls on either side of him had prices like £150, £120, £99. Then he realized that there was a tag tied to the front of his dress. Even upside down he could tell that it priced him at £5! He was totally offended that he should be priced so cheaply compared to the actual dolls. His dress was surely worth way more than that on its own! Even his fancy tights or stockings probably cost more than that!
He had to shake some sense into himself. That was not his real problem –being priced cheaply! That was the least of his worries. How was he going to get out of this without become a world-wide sensation?
And who had done this to him anyway?! It didn’t take him long to work it out. Last week he had crept up behind Sally Foster at school and pulled her skirt up revealing her knickers to all the boys gathered around for the dare. This was why he was not only wearing pink frilly bloomers but his legs were held wide for all to see them. Her father was a doctor – she must have been able to get something to drug him.
Another lady came along the street. He froze again while she looked at him curiously. This certainly was humiliating – desperately trying to look like just another frilly dolly amongst the collection in the window. She looked right into his face. Could she see that the eyes were alive? Eventually she moved off but was clearly puzzled.
Then he heard a gaggle of girls giggling and braced himself. Sally Foster and three of her classmates appeared in front of him in their school uniforms. Sally waved straight at him. “Hi Sissy Steven!” Steven desperately fluttered his eyelashes, groaned through his mask and shook his head and feet in protest which was about all he could do. The girls all roared laughing.
Sally took her camera, held it up and took a photo. “Do you like your pretty frilly knickers Steven?” They roared laughing again. She held her camera lower and took a photo focused on his frilly knickers. Then she turned it sideways clearly taking a shot that emphasized his place at the centre of the frilly dolly display. His only consolation was that he must be unrecognizable with only his eyes visible.
One of Sally’s friends pointedly took out her purse and took out a five pound note. They all giggled. “No that ugly dolly isn’t even worth that!” she sneered and put the fiver back. They all laughed.
Sally waved at him. “Have a great day!” He whimpered at the thought of spending the day on public display as a doll. They all roared laughing and finally ran off. Steven was left there to continue trying to look convincing as a doll when passers-by stopped. In between each one he wriggled and writhed trying to free himself but he was firmly held in place amongst all the dolls.
Another lady passed but went to the door beside the window display. It was Mrs Lindsday! But he hadn’t realized it until too late. He froze as usual when she passed the window and in her hurry she didn’t even glance at the window. Why should she? As far as she was concerned she knew exactly what was there on display.
He heard her unlock the door and enter the shop behind him. He writhed and wriggled again trying to make some noise but he was too tightly held to make a squeak. His whimpers through his mask clearly could not be heard through the wooden paneling behind him.
He winced and sighed. He had missed his chance. How long was he going to be stuck there in public view? More passers-by came, stared at him and went. He felt more and more like an inanimate doll destined to sit there until bought by a customer. He fluttered his eyelashes when it was safe to do so and shook his head, flexed his fingers and wriggled his feet when he could just to remind himself that he was not a doll.
Then two ladies came and stopped together. They looked at each other in surprise. One pointed to his frilly pink bloomers and they smiled. Then one of them opened her handbag and took out her purse. She fumbled in it and took out a five pound note. The other lady nodded agreement. It was very difficult for Steven to maintain his frozen position with the realization that things were about to come to a head. Could he get out of here without too many people becoming aware of what happened? He also couldn’t help being offended yet again at being offered for just a fiver. Surely a hundred at least, given his size if nothing else. He tried to shake off this pointless thought.
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This is a very amusing and clever story Dara.
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The bell tinkled as the ladies entered the shop. He was terrified. He could hear the muffled voices through the paneling – not clearly – but from the tone of voice he could guess the actual words. “What doll?! There is no doll for just five pounds in my window!” “There is. Come and I’ll point it out to you.”
He heard the bell tinkle again and braced himself. This was his chance. Mrs Lindsay came around in front of the window and jumped back a little when she saw the enormous, and frankly creepy, doll in her window! Her jaw dropped. Frank desperately fluttered his eyebrows and shook his head. The ladies almost died with fright. This creepy doll was now moving! Eventually they composed themselves and realized that some poor person was somehow stuck in the shop window dressed as a doll! Their eyes searched the display for some signs that the person was strapped down or restrained in some way but could not see anything like that. Still they realized that the person had to be saved.
Steven breathed a sigh of relief when they rushed back into the shop and he heard the jangle of keys behind him. He just might get out of this with minimum fuss. The small access door opened to his right. “Oh you poor dear! Who did this to you?” Mrs Lindsay asked as she removed the dolls to his side. “Hhhnnngggg!” She pulled back the lace cuffs on his gloves. “Oh dear! It’s padlocked.” She felt around behind his head where he was attached to the wall. “The same here!” “Hhhnnngggg!” Steven grumbled in frustration. Damn Sally Foster!
He’d thought he was going to be freed but he was still stuck there in the shop window on High Street in a pink frilly dress with his pink frilly bloomers on show made up to look just like a pretty dolly! Mrs Lindsay had a thought. “Just a minute! There was a small envelope dropped inside the door when I arrived. I’d forgotten all about it.” Steven could only wriggle and writhe again as she fetched it.
She read the note in the envelope. “Dear Mrs Lindsay, please see what you can get for this unwanted doll. I’ve put a price of £5 on her but take whatever you can get. Perhaps you can swap her for a more attractive doll.” Once again Steven was offended at the cheap price put on him as a doll. She continued: “the keys are tucked inside his frilly bloomers.” Steven tensed. “HIS? Is it a boy?!” Mrs Lindsay looked in at him and looked up and down at his dress, his bloomers, wig and fluttering eye-lashes. “Are you a boy?” He couldn’t actually nod so he just looked pleadingly at her and then fluttered his eyelashes looking towards the keys in her hands suggestively.
She hurriedly unlocked the padlock behind his head and his mask fell away. He gasped in relief. Then she unlocked his wrists and ankles. Steven quickly crawled towards the small opening in a flurry of frills, lace and ringlets. No doubt the seat of his frilly bloomers was in full view to anyone looking in the window but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be out of there.
He stepped out onto the floor of the shop and almost fell forward when he tried to stand in the high heels. He pulled off the wig and staggered towards a chair. He sat down there and unbuckled the pink shoes and pulled them off. He wriggled his feet to get the blood flow moving again.
“Who did this to you?” Mrs Lindsay asked as the astonished ladies looked on. Steven looked up and fluttered his eyelashes. He wasn’t sure if he could simply pull them off or not so he just continued to flutter them. “Shall I phone the police?” “No!” he held up his white-gloved hand desperately. “Don’t. Please phone my mother.” The ladies looked at each other on hearing the boy’s voice.
Steven peeled off the lacey gloves and wrote the number out for her. “And please ask her to bring some clothes.” He looked down at his pink dress and petticoats. Mrs Lindsay phoned and his mother answered. The shop owner wasn’t sure what to say.
“Could you please come down to my shop. There is a …. situation … with …” she looked to Steven for his name and repeated it down the line. He could hear “Situation? What do you mean?” Mrs Lindsay didn’t know how to explain it. “Perhaps it’s best if you just come down here quickly. He is fine”, she added hurriedly, “just come quickly.” Steven interjected desperately “and bring some clo…” but he could hear that his mother had already hung up. He sighed heavily looking down at his frilly dress. He still wasn’t sure if he was wearing tights or stockings just that they were pink and white.
His mother appeared quite quickly. She walked in the door and stopped suddenly seeing her son in a pink frilly dress. “What’s this?!” “Somebody locked the poor boy in my shop window dressed like this”, Mrs Lindsay explained. “What? Why would anyone do that?!” Steven looked at the floor glumly. “Well?” “It was Sally Foster”, he said frowning. “And why would she do that?” He sighed heavily. “I suppose it was because I pulled her skirt up last week in front of all the boys.” His mother was going to hear about it now anyway so he might as well admit it.
“You what?!” He sighed again trying to look suitably remorseful. “I don’t believe it. Well you deserved it then!” She told him firmly. He frowned, hurt that his mother would take their side but what could he expect – women stuck together.
“And did the school not do anything about it?” she persisted. He shrugged. “She didn’t report it.” “Well, she should have”, his mother insisted. “And you should have been suspended for a week.” He couldn’t disagree with her. The school was cracking down on that sort of thing these days and the punishment was clearly set out. Obviously Sally had decided to get her own form of justice he realised looking down at his pretty dress.
“Well, I’m going to suspend you for the rest of the week”, she informed him. He looked up wondering what she meant. She looked at the two lady customers who were still looking on, still in shock. “We were going to buy him – the doll”, Mrs Giles told her, proffering the five pound note in evidence. “That’s when Mrs Lindsay discovered him. I wanted to buy … the doll for my daughter who has a big collection of dolls like this. Mostly for display – not for playing with.”
“Well I think you should still buy him and he should be displayed among your daughter’s dolls for the rest of the week”, his mother responded. Steven’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t be serious. The ladies were equally surprised and unsure what to do. “Mrs Lindsay, could you take the lady’s money and give her a receipt.” She turned to Steven, picked up the wig and replaced it on his head.
“Mum! Please!” A stunned Mrs Lindsay did what she was told and returned with a receipt for five pounds. Steven’s mother was strapping the pink high heeled t-bar shoes onto his feet again. “Mum, please no!” he begged as she tugged him by the arm and he stumbled in the high heels. “I shall deliver your doll to you presently.” Mrs Giles wrote out her address more out of curiosity than anything. Steven was pulled out the door in his frilly doll’s outfit still pleading.
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Steven’s mother was an event organizer. She drove him to his purchaser’s address having collected a few pieces of equipment from her stage set storage. He didn’t understand why.
They all gathered in Rose Giles’s bedroom, her extensive collection of dolls laid out along one side facing her bed. His mother cleared some space in the centre while he squirmed in his dress and tights (he had finally confirmed that he was wearing tights, not stockings, when he went to the bathroom).
His mother set up a little low podium in the centre and attached a number of black connecting bars – they looked like stands and holders for microphones or something - tightening screws to hold them in place. When she was done she took Steven’s arm and pulled him onto the low podium. She knelt and worked below his petticoats where he couldn’t see. She cable-tied his ankles to the uprights. “Mum!” Two bars projected either side of his body. He took his right arm and aligned it to the bar on that side. She cable-tied his wrist to it and pulled the lace of his glove back over it, concealing it. She did the same on the other side.
She went around behind him. She hooked his mask around his jaw. “Mum!” he blurted before she pulled it back behind his head and jammed his mouth shut. “Mmmmnnn!” She locked the ends of the mask to a bar at the back of his head under his wig. She untightened a screw and lower the bar a little so that it could not be seen behind his wig, then tightened the screw again.
She stood out in front of the display. “Mnnnn!” Steven protested but was securely held in a pose with his arms held out either side. His mother stepped forward again, reached up under his petticoats and fluffed them out a little more. He felt her tug at his tights where the stripes had been made crooked by the cable ties around his ankles. She stood up, adjusted his ringlets a little and looked into his face quite satisfied. Steven could only flutter his eyelashes helplessly and breathe heavily though his nose.
She stepped back and looked at the astonished look on Mrs Giles’s face. His mother arranged the other dolls around him - the largest immediately beside him as in the shop window. She stepped back to admire the full display. “When is your daughter home from school?” Mrs Giles checked her watch. “In about an hour.” “Great! Shall we have a cup of tea.” “Mmmmnnnn!” She left the room with a satisfied look at her son dressed up and trussed up convincingly like a sissy doll – the frills of his bloomers peeking prettily from under his petticoats.
When she came home, Rose was told that her mother had bought her a very special doll – a life size doll with an extra surprise. They all went in to her bedroom. She was enthralled by her new life size doll on display in the centre of her collection. “Wow!” She walked right over in front of Steven who was trying not to blink.
She took in his pink high-heel shoes, stripey tights, bloomers peeking from below his petticoats, his pink dress. He grew increasingly nervous as her gaze went upwards to his face. She saw his pink lips, his ringlets and pretty pink bow on top. Then she looked more carefully into his eyes.
He couldn’t hold out any longer and blinked his false eye-lashes. She jumped back a little putting her hand to her breast. “That’s right dear, it’s a living doll!” Steven’s mother told her. Rose was naturally perplexed. Steven flexed his fingers in his white gloves to demonstrate. Rose looked at his hand astonished.
“This is actually my son Steven. Doesn’t he make a pretty doll?” Rose didn’t know what to say. This was a teenage boy? She realized now that he was gagged by the mask with the pink lips. “Steven was a very naughty boy and pulled a girl’s skirt up showing off her underwear in front of a crowd of boys. So we thought we would teach him a lesson. Would you like to see his frilly pink bloomers?” Rose nodded still somewhat dumbfounded. His mother reached under his petticoats. Steven gave a little whimper but was powerless to stop her. Fluttering his false eye-lashes wouldn’t do it.
His mother raised his petticoats at the front to show Rose the full extent of the layers of frilly lace on his bloomers right down to the lace trim at the ends of the legs which peeked from under his petticoats. Finally she lowered his skirts again.
“So you can play with your new dolly once you have done your homework, ok?”. Rose nodded, warming to the idea of having a boy dressed up as a doll. Rose started to set out her books on her study table and Steven realized that he was going to be on display for some time yet.
The women left the room and Rose got her head down to finish her homework as quickly as possible, glancing up occasionally to look at Steven and smile at his bloomers or tights or ringlets. He could only stand there on display fluttering his eyelashes.
Eventually Rose finished her homework and Steven’s mother clipped the ties holding him in place and allowed him to step down. “Now Rose, why don’t you teach your new doll to curtsey?” Rose smiled at the idea. Steven tried to walk and found the high heels a challenge. “Actually first you need to teach her to walk in those heels.” She left them to it.
Later she watched Rose lead Steven out to the conservatory. He minced along in his high heels not too badly. She taught him how to gather his petticoats beneath him before sitting. That took several attempts. They had tea and she resumed his deportment training. Steven just went along with it hoping that good behaviour would encourage an early end to this.
When it came to Rose’s bed time Steven was made to curtsey to her when she climbed in to bed. His mother announced: “Steven will be your doll for the rest of the week as his punishment. “ Steven emitted a little whimper but decided that he’d better hold his tongue. “A friend of mine owns a costume shop and she always has some old costumes she doesn’t rent out any more. So he can be a variety of dolls over the next few days. You’ll see tomorrow. Steven looked crestfallen as his mother led him out of the room. He was driven home still dressed as a doll and while he looked forward to getting the sissy costume off, his prospects for the next few days didn’t look any better.
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Ballerina Doll
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Baby Dolly. :-[
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The next day Rose rushed home from school to see what her new doll would be. She went into her bedroom. Steven was once more on display attached to supporting bars and stands. He was dressed as Shirley Temple in her Stand Up and Cheer outfit. His white dress with large red polka dots had short puffed sleeves, flared from breast level and ballooned over fluffy petticoats. It failed to cover his frilly white panties, the bottom inch or two were visible. To stop him pushing down his petticoats, which he was wont to do, his mother had positioned the bars, strapped his wrists to them and stitched a thread from his lowest layer of petticoats to the finger tips of his white gloves so that it looked like he was holding out his petticoats at the side in a pretty swoosh.
Under his frilly panties he wore white opaque tights and had mercifully flat red Mary Janes on his feet. Naturally he sported a large blond wig of ringlets. His face was made-up quite pale with rosey red cheeks.
Once again he had to stay on display until Rose completed her homework. She looked up regularly to look again at his pretty dress and her eyes inevitably dropped to snigger at his frilly white panties. He could see himself in a mirror on her wardrobe door and desperately wanted to push his petticoats down to cover his panties but his arms were well held in position holding his petticoats out.
When he was freed, Rose reckoned that he needed to revise his curtsies. His mother suggested: “why don’t you teach him to sing and dance to ‘The Good Ship Lollipop’. Steven wanted to kill her. Nevertheless he spent most of the afternoon practicing and that evening he was deemed ready to perform.
Rose and the ladies sat in a row looking quite eager. Steven had to start with a curtsey and then started singing with a fixed grin on his face. Rose had coached him a routine in which he had to hold his arms out daintily at all times. This was to stop his habit of trying to push down his petticoats and hide his frilly panties. The dance involved lots of twirling and raised arms so that the full beauty of all the layers of frills on his panties could be seen. He sighed with some relief when he finished his routine. “Encore! Encore!” they shouted. He cringed in his white tights and started the routine again.
Compared to that the Alice in Wonderland outfit the next day was positively a relief. He stood on display in his blue dress with its white and pink pinafore. Mercifully his skirt and petticoats came almost to his knees, though the lace trim at the ends of his white bloomers did peek below his petticoats. He wore white tights again and black t-bar shoes with a two-inch heel. He sported a blond wig of straight hair with a blue Alice band (not surprisingly).
He was getting quite good now at curtseying and handling his petticoats as he sat and stood. For Alice’s character he had to act like a nice polite little Victorian girl. He was also keen to behave well and bring an end to this as soon as possible. After tea he even offered to help with the washing up. “May I do the washing up mother?” She was very pleasantly surprised.
The next day Rose came in to find Steven on display as a Barbie doll. For this his mother had given him small boobs that strapped on like a bra. Barbie is famously thin so she put him in a tight corset and over that he wore a pink a-line party dress. He had tan tights and pink high heeled sandles. Of course he knew that he also wore pink panties but the dress was sufficiently long that this could remain a secret.
His face was done up with sparkly pink eye-shadow and lipstick. He once again had long false eyelashes glued on and a big blond curly wig. Rose resumed his high-heel training and in the evening he had to perform a catwalk for the ladies, clutching a pink handbag with large pink hearts on it. They applauded enthusiastically.
At the end his mother made an announcement. “Sadly we’ve exhausted the supply of spare costumes.” Steven breathed a sigh of relief in so far as his tight corset allowed that. “But for Friday Rose you can choose which of his four costumes you would like him to wear again.” Steven winced. Not Barbie, he begged in his mind. Not his original doll costume which also had painful high heels. Not the mortifying Shirley Temple costume with his frilly panties on show all the time.
“I think Steven should choose HIS favourite”, Rose responded. “That’s very kind of you Rose”, his mother complemented her. Steven had mixed feelings about this. The idea that he liked any of these sissy costumes was repulsive to him. But he had an opportunity to avoid high heels or frilly panties. He tried to seem nonchalant. “I suppose the Alice costume.” “I knew that was your favourite”, his mother gushed. “You look so pretty in it and you behave so well when you are wearing it.” He flinched a little at being complemented for being a good girl. However, he knew that he needed to curry favour with his mother and if she liked it too, well he supposed that was good.
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Friday's doll session should be very interesting and fun to read.
Making Steven choose his humiliating costume was a great touch.
Steven asked for the Alice costume. Mother is free to add whatever she wants from the other costumes to add to increase his humiliation - maybe the boobs and tight corset from the Barbie costume.
What if Mother misplaced the Alice bloomers and has to substitute the lacy pettipants from one of the other costumes and decides to add more layers of petticoats to really pouf out the skirt so it's almost at a right angle, really showing off what's underneath.
Will Steven be taken to a public place with a large audience including Sally Foster and made to publicly state why he is being dressed like this? Then it would Sally's turn to lift up Sissy Stevie's skirt to show off his pretty panties to a large audience.
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It's a good story. I enjoyed him being in the shop window element best. It would be interesting to develop a story line where a naughty boy could be on display for several days, perhaps in a high-chair then a cot as a means of advertising baby outfits for the older male.
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So the next day Steven turned up in his Alice costume. He was so relieved to be in a relatively respectable and very comfortably well-fitting dress. No suffocating corset, no agonizing high-heels and modest make-up. He could have done without the petticoats and peeking bloomers and the two-inch heels. They all conspired to make him walk daintily like a girl, making him take dainty little steps as he tried not to show too much bloomer or petticoats. It even kind of felt comfortable as his dress and pinafore fit so well and he felt kind of cosy in the white tights and layers of petticoats – not that he would admit it to anyone.
Once again his mother was pleased that he was so well behaved and polite in his Alice dress. “Would you like tea mother?” he asked at one point and flounced off to make it for her when she accepted the offer, returning with a tray, bending his knees carefully as he placed it down and then gathering his petticoats neatly as he sat. His mother couldn’t help giggle though at the peeking frills of his bloomers.
He was so good that his mother proposed an early end to his torture on the last day. He looked forward to an end to these dresses when he got home. He ran upstairs but his mother followed and said “there is actually just one more costume I want you to try on”, she told him. He sighed and winced but figured he had better do what she wanted.
He took off his Alice costume and his mother came in with a large bag. She had his little boobs and a lacey under-wired bra for them. She gave him plain white panties to wear. She took out a cream blouse and buttoned it up over his boobs. Then there was a green and white striped tie. He frowned as she tightened it around his neck.
Then she took out a green gymslip. He sighed realizing that she wanted him to put on a schoolgirl costume. She pulled the gymslip down over his blouse, tugging at the high waist to bring it just under his boobs. He helped by tugging the pleated skirt down almost as far as his knees.
Then she got him to put on bottle green tights and the two-inch heel black t-bar shoes. Not so bad so far except that he was once more dressed as a girl. Then she took out a green and cream striped blazer and helped him on with it. He thought he recognized this. Finally she placed a straw boater hat on his head which still sported his blond Alice wig.
He looked in the mirror as she straightened his tie. He looked just like those posh girls who went on the bus to the convent. His mother brought him downstairs. He clutched his pleated gymslip carefully as he descended, becoming used now to the dangers of wearing skirts and dresses.
The doorbell rang. Steven flinched, not wanting to be seen dressed as a schoolgirl. But his mother went straight over to answer the door and before he could scoot off, in walked Mother Superior from the convent. She had a forbidding look and Steven froze under her gaze. “So this is him?” Steven jumped a little on realizing that she knew he was a boy in a gymslip. Steven couldn’t help but give a little curtsey as she studied him.
“Would you make tea for Mother Superior please?” Steven nodded dumbly and quickly headed for the kitchen realizing that his panicked twirl may have caused this pleated gymslip to flutter up too much.
He returned with a tray of tea and cakes. His mother smiled at his nice deportment. Mother Superior was studying him carefully. He put down the tray, poured the tea and moved over to a seat facing her. He gathered his skirt and sat down, carefully keeping his knees together. He shifted a little uneasily in his gymslip under her gaze. He tugged at the hem but it still fell short of his knees. He rested his hands on his green tights.
Finally Mother Superior stood up. “Very well. I’ll try him out for a week.” Steven looked at his mother in shock. “Come along child.” His jaw dropped and he looked at his mother. She looked at him sternly. He stood up which is clearly what Mother Superior wanted him to do – she didn’t have to say anything. His mother took his arm. “Mother Superior has very kindly agreed to take you in to their boarding school for a week to try you out.” “Try out?” Steven mumbled nervously. “I think you make a much better girl than boy. You are certainly better behaved in dresses so we are going to put it to the test.”
He wanted to scream in protest but Mother Superior’s look was forbidding and he tamely allowed himself to be led out the door and into the back of her car. His mother waved happily and he looked helplessly out the back window of the car. Mother Superior ordered him to sit straight. He did so immediately but still squirmed in his gymslip and tights as he was driven away to be a convent girl for a week.
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What great humiliations await him during his week as a girl in a Catholic boarding school?
I'm eager to read and enjoy what happens next!
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When Steven returned from his week as a Catholic schoolgirl on Friday his mother smiled at him. “I’m sure you must be dying to get out of that uniform dear. I’ve laid out some clothes on your bed.” He just nodded his thanks and made for the stairs. He made himself walk as he had been coached all week and carefully climbed the stairs clutching his pleated skirts.
He went into his room and let out a little scream. It had been redecorated in pink and white wallpaper, pink drapes and matching bed linen. There was even a fluffy pink pale carpet. There were three frilly dresses laid out on the bed in various pastel colours. Matching tights and stockings were draped over the bed frame. The only thing he recognized as unchanged were the white wardrobes and chest of drawers.
He rushed over to the wardrobe and opened it. It was full of dresses and blouses and skirts. He let out another little yelp. He pushed back the dresses and searched desperately for any trousers or shirts that might have been pushed to the back or the sides but there were none. He looked down to see a row of brightly coloured girls’ shoes.
He rushed over to the chest of drawers. In the top drawer, instead of his boxers and rolled up socks, he saw a dozen pairs of lace-trimmed panties in every pastel colour. There were stockings with bows and lace attached. He slammed that shut only to find the second drawer full of bras and tights. The bottom drawer contain lots more frilly things that he couldn’t identify but were actually camisoles, vests, slips, half-slips and suspender belts. There clearly wasn’t a scrap of boy’s clothing left anywhere. “Mum please no!” But it was obviously too late for that.
The next morning she brought him out in a yellow dress, white tights and yellow high heels. He scampered along behind her finding it difficult to keep up even given his high-heel training. “I’m due at the hairdresser’s” she told him. He flounced in the door after her, eager not to be left out on the street.
He was told to sit in a seat while his mother had a chat with the beautician. He wondered what hair style she was going for next – she kept changing it. They returned after their conversation and stood behind him. “So I’ll come back again around lunchtime?” his mother asked the beautician. “Yes we should be done by then”, she replied throwing a white cape over Steven and turning him towards the mirror.
His mother hurried off as he realized that the beautician was about to work on him! His mother was gone before he could protest and the beautician immediately tilted the chair back and swung his head over the sink removing his blond wig. She washed his hair and told him she was going to give him a page boy cut. He didn’t resist anymore, misunderstanding what a page boy cut was until she turned him to the mirror and he saw his cute bangs and daintily curved hair.
He then had his eyebrows plucked into a cute curve. She impatiently dismissed his little cries of pain. Then she worked on his nails. “You are lucky that your school allows nail varnish provided it is not coloured”, she told him painting on the varnish. He didn’t feel lucky.
When that was done, he was studying his varnished nails and didn’t pay much attention as she rubbed something cold on his ear lobes. It was only one of many strange things she had done as far as he was concerned. But he was quite puzzled when she stood beside him holding something that looked like a gun. She held his ear lobe and moved the gun towards it and pulled the trigger. He felt a little pinch and when she took the gun away he had a shiny stud earing! He was appalled. But she pierced his other ear before he could react.
He wanted to cry as he looked at his pretty shiny studs and his pierced ears. He felt that he was now permanently marked as a girl – though of course that was not quite the case but he was certainly stuck with the pierced ears for now. “Now don’t take those out for a few months until the piercing is permanent”, she told him. He knew his mother would never let him take them out.
His mother was delighted when she returned and saw his page-boy cut, cute eyebrows, nails and especially his pierced ears. Stephen looked crestfallen but had little choice but to follow her out of the shop. They went for lunch.
She sensed that the ear piercing had made him feel that it was all a fait accompli now. He seemed to accept that he was trapped into being a girl. She decided to press home her advantage.
She took him shopping in an old-fashioned department store where they would get personal attention. With the shop assistant looking on, she brought Stephen over to a selection of packs of lacey panties and told him to choose his favourites. He had little choice but to make a selection or the assistant would wonder what was wrong.
Then his mother made him choose from a selection of patterned white tights. He cringed as he tried to decide which looked the least sissy but really it made little difference. “Yes those are pretty patterns, good choice!”
“Now which dress would you like to try on”, she asked him gesturing to the racks of pretty dresses. The assistant awaited his decision. He chose a lilac dress – it was the nearest colour available to anything blue. “That is pretty”, his mother rubbed it in. He had to try the dress on. “Yes that will go nicely with the tights you chose”, she confirmed and watched him cringe.
As he got ready for bed that evening his mother hung his lilac dress on the back of the door, tugging at the layers of frills. “Now tomorrow for church you can dress entirely in clothes that you chose yourself!” she told him, taking his patterned tights from a pack and draping them over the end of his bed. She laid a pair of his pretty panties on a chair where he could see them and anticipate wearing them in front of the whole town at church.
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The following morning Stephen’s mother was surprised, but delighted, with how compliant he was. She supervised his dressing but he obediently but on his lilac dress, his patterned white tights and pulled his lace-trimmed panties up over his tights.
Considering he was about to appear in front of the whole town for the first time dressed as a girl, he put up very little resistance. She was delighted that his girl make-over, especially having his ears pierced, had eliminated any resistance.
Inevitably Sally Foster – his original victim, now his tormentor – was particularly delighted to see Stephen in his lilac dress and tights and new hair style. When she noticed his pierced ears she appreciated that Stephen’s conversion was not going to be a short term one.
“I hope he is properly attired underneath his dress”, she spoke to his mother. “We all know how he believes in openness when it comes to underwear.” “Indeed”, his mother agreed. “Show Sally that you are appropriately attired dear.” Stephen wanted to die. He gave his mother a pleading look but got no sympathy. He sighed. He lifted up the hem of his dress so that Sally could see his panties with their lace trim. “Very nice!” she laughed. “He chose his dress, these tights and those panties himself, didn’t you dear?” Stephen nodded. “Pardon”, she asked. “Yes mother”, he sighed. Sally giggled.
On Monday he was dressed in his gymslip, bottle green tights, striped blazer and embarrassing straw boater hat. His mother drove him to the boarding school and up the driveway. They were welcomed by Mother Superior. Steven curtsied. She observed his page boy cut, cute eyebrows, varnished nails and pierced ears. It was the only time he was ever to see her smile. She could see that he had been made much more compliant with his make-over. The rest would be easy.
He followed the women up to the dorm. He just looked down and studied the carpet, resigned to completing his three final years of schooling as a girl. As they walked down the corridor Mother Superior explained to his mother : “because he hasn’t had any schooling in many of our core subjects: dress making, embroidery, deportment and secretarial skills, we will have to start him in the first form.” “Of course”, his mother agreed. Steven looked up in shock. He was going to have to repeat the first three years of secondary school but now as a girl! But he just continued mincing along behind them disconsolately.
He was led into a dormitory. There were a number of first form girls there at their beds. His little member stirred on seeing the girls but it was frustrated by the small hard chastity device his mother had locked on to him earlier. The girls started undressing and his member stiffened but he felt no arousal – as he never would at this school.
He was shown to his bed. Screwed into the wall behind it was “Stephanie Carter” and below that “Graduating 2024”. He teared up a little as his six years as a school girl was brought home to him. He sat on the side of the bed demurely resting his hands on his tights.
“I can assure you that after six years with us you will have the most perfect little lady”, Mother Superior stated proudly. “I don’t doubt it” his mother replied confidently. He looked up and she smiled at his cute bangs and shiny stud earrings as he squirmed in his gymslip.
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Students at the boarding school were allowed to go into the town on Saturdays. However, they were required to wear the full uniform including striped blazer and straw boater hat. The uniform made them stick out like a sore thumb any day of the week but on a Saturday it was worse.
Still, Steven desperately wanted to get away from the convent that was making him more and more effeminate by the day. His strict deportment training still ensured that he flounced girlishly into town.
There was no chance of keeping a low profile in his uniform and before long Sally Foster heard that he was around. He was quickly surrounded by girls from his old school, happily attired in jeans and t-shirts. Steven squirmed in his tights and tugged the hem of his gymslip nervously.
One of the girls grabbed his hat and tossed it to another. “No!” Steven begged. He would be in big trouble if he was seen by a nun without his hat. He scampered around desperately trying to retrieve his hat before one of the girls flung it up into a tree where it snagged on a branch.
The girls all ran off giggling as Steven considered how he could get the hat down. There was no choice but to try to climb the tree in his gymslip and tights. He tried to be as careful as he could. He got to the hat and started to descend. He slipped on the way down. His tights snagged and tore and the belt around the waist of his gymslip was undone.
He was still grasping his hat in his hands when he looked up to see a very disapproving Mother Superior glaring at him. Hat not on head, belt undone and tights torn. He was quickly marched to the department store where a new pair of tights was purchased and his uniform was restored to its regulated form.
Then he was marched to the doll shop. He wondered what this was all about. Mother Superior asked Mrs Lindsay if Steven, as punishment, could display how the uniform should be worn. The lady was agreeable.
Steven was pushed into the window and his ankles and wrists were strapped in place. Mother Superior straightened the straw boater hat on his head. “There!” She closed the door behind him and he was secured in the window amongst the dolls again for all to see.
The straps had not been moved since his first display so his legs were strapped well apart again so that everyone could see that he was indeed wearing the regulation school knickers.
After an hour or two, Mother Superior checked on him. “I think he will spend the day on display in your window”, she suggested. Mrs Lyndsey was totally agreeable. Since Steven had been strapped into the window in his school uniform business had been brisk.
“But ….” Steven was reluctant to challenge Mother Superior, “… I’ll need the toilet at some point.” “Hmm.” She thought about it and went off. Steven sighed as he sat there his legs strapped well apart as three girls giggled at him through the window clearly looking up under his gymslip.
Mother Superior returned. She took him out of the window and into the back office of the shop. There she had a large cotton nappy and plastic pants and Steven was to regret his intervention. Really things worked out best when he kept his mouth shut and just obeyed.
He waddled back out into the shop, pinned securely in the thick nappy. He was pushed back into the window and strapped down. The thick nappy stretched his bottle green tights thinly and with his legs once more strapped apart, the girls outside were soon nudging each other. “Look! He’s wearing a nappy!” “Yes you’re right!” “Tell the others to come and look!”
He needed some food and drink during the day and as Mother Superior had gone off with the keys to the padlocks on his straps he had to be spoon fed in the window and had a cup held up to his mouth to drink from. That provided lots more amusement for the girls and other passers-by. A real live dollies’ tea party.
As the day progressed there was lots of speculation as to whether he had wet his nappy yet or not. At one point Sally Foster was sure she saw his eyes water up and that it must have indicated that he had just wet himself. He tried to hide the fact that she was right as he sat there in his soggy nappy.
He was kept there until closing time when Mother Superior finally came and released him. Then he was made to remove his own nappy and clean himself up in the toilet before getting his regulation panties back.
He knew the girls were still gathered outside as he pulled his tights up under his gymslip and straightened his hat in the mirror. He had to walk the gauntlet as he left the shop and was marched back to the school by Mother Superior. “I bet he has nappy rash!” they giggled.
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After another week of being schooled as a girl, Steven was puzzled when Mother Superior brought him into town the following Saturday. His only consolation, as he walked along in his gymslip, blazer and tights, straw boater hat firmly placed on his head, was that the girls could not get at him while the nun accompanied him. They returned to the doll shop and Steven squirmed in his tights as he recalled his public humiliations in the window.
He was taken into the back room. His mother was there and had been chatting with the shop owner. “Mrs Lyndsey has acquired a new line of dolls and you are going to help to advertise it”, Mother Superior informed him. “In return she is going to contribute to the repairs to our chapel roof.” Steven was perplexed. How was he going to help advertise it?
Mrs Lyndsey took a doll from a box and placed it on the table. Steven looked at it. It was a Victorian-style baby doll. It had a white flouncy smock dress over layers of petticoats, a large matching bonnet with three rows of pink lace trim around the brim and bloomers with thick lace trim at the leg openings and layers of lace all the way up to the waist. Then Mrs Lyndsey opened a bag and produced a replica outfit she had made which looked suspiciously like it was big enough to fit Steven!
It was. When Steven emerged from the back office he was wearing a white smock dress with layers of petticoats and the matching bonnet. His dress only came half way down his bloomers which stretched over his thick cotton nappy. He was also wearing thigh high white stockings tied up with ribbon garters. The elasticated legs of his bloomers came down to his just above his knees and Mrs Lyndsey had knitted booties for him. He suc-ked on a large soother from the joke shop.
As he was marched waddling across to the shop window he desperately wanted to resist. But his experience was that all resistance just made things worse so he went surprisingly meekly to his humiliation.
The space was cleared in the middle of the dolls on display as Steven suc-ked miserably on his soother and squirmed in his thick nappy. He was pushed in with a flurry of petticoats. Mrs Lyndsey smiled as the layers of lace across the bottom of his bloomers danced as he crawled into position.
His wrists and ankles were strapped down. His legs, again, were strapped well apart and his bulging nappy under his bloomers was going to be obvious to all onlookers. Steven just suc-ked hard on his nappy as he awaited the first onlookers. Mrs Lyndsey tied a label to the front of his baby dress. It was marked £40. Well at least he was worth more than when he was initially displayed in the window!
Needless to say, Steven in his Victorian baby doll outfit was a big attraction. And lots of the onlookers appeared to go into the shop and buy the doll he was replicating. When he needed to be fed Sally Foster quickly volunteered and fed him milk from a baby bottle then spoon-fed him a bowl of baby food. This all took place with Steven still strapped down in the shop window and lots of passers-by laughing at him being fed like a baby.
Word had also got around that he was going to have to use his nappy. By mid afternoon everyone could assume that he must be in a wet nappy having been there since morning and having suc-kled on two bottles of milk. Mother Superior told them all that he only needed changing if he soiled himself. Steven leaked a little more pee into his nappy when he heard her say that.
He managed to get through the day without needing to be changed but he had been so successful that Mrs Lyndsey, his mother and Mother Superior agreed to display him again on Sunday.
This time he wasn’t so lucky and shortly after lunch couldn’t hold in a poo. People in the shop got the smell first. Mother Superior opened the hatch to the window and a crowd looked on, knowing that Steven had just soiled his nappy and was going to be changed by Mother Superior.
He winced as he crawled out of the window and the messy poo shifted in his nappy. He was terrified that some would leak from his plastic pants and soil his lovely white bloomers.
It was a very red-faced Steven who was returned to his window display suc-king hard on his soother as everyone who arrived was told that they had missed him having his smelly nappy changed.
At the end of the day it was realized that they hadn’t brought Steven’s uniform with them for him to change into. He stood in the middle of the shop in his baby dress and nappy as Mother Superior told him he would have to walk back to the school as he was. He just sighed heavily and continued suc-king on his soother. He’d gotten so used to his soother now and dependent on it for some consolation that he didn’t even think of removing it
As he walked up the street Sally Foster shouted “you should keep him in his baby dress all the time” and her friends all giggled. From Mother Superior’s grin it was clear to him that this was not as unlikely a prospect as it should have been. Steven squirmed as even the thought of it was enough to make him pee his nappy. Mother Superior noticed. “I think we’ll have to. He’s just wet his nappy again. I think he needs to wear nappies all the time now.”
The girls roared laughing as Steven whimpered. He waddled back to the school suc-king hard on his soother, his nappy now heavy with soaked up pee, trying to use the wide lacey brim of his bonnet to hide his face from passers-by. But Mother Superior wasn’t having that. “Look up boy!” Then people realized that he was a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy!
When they got back to the school nobody made a move to let him out of his baby dress or nappy. Mother Superior gave him another bottle before bed, changed him and sent him to bed in a clean nappy.
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The next day Steven was put in his baby dress and brought for breakfast where his classmates bottle and spoon-fed him in the canteen. He was the centre of attention as the whole school looked on. When his feeding was finished Mother Superior pushed his soother in and he then had to waddle into his first lesson. She announced to much tittering that he should ask one of his classmates to change his nappy when he soiled it. Steven had to sit at the back because nobody behind him would be able to see the board due to his wide-brimmed bonnet.
He couldn’t really concentrate on his lesson as he wondered how long he was going to have to spend in this baby dress and nappies. The girls in his class couldn’t concentrate either as they kept turning around to look at the teenage boy in the frilly baby dress, bonnet, bloomers and white stockings suc-king on a soother.
When one girl sneered at him he took out his soother quickly and stuck out his tongue at her. “Stephanie!” the teacher immediately called out. “Come up here!” Steven cringed at having to go up to the front of the class in his baby dress, his thick nappy stretching his bloomers to their limit. “Stand in the corner.” Steven put his head down and suc-ked on his soother as he waddled to the corner of the room.
He stood there with his back to the classroom. His wide bonnet ensured that the only thing he could see was the bare wall in front of him. The girls were giggling at their excellent view of his bulging bloomers peeking below his petticoats. The teacher wrote a note and stuck it to the wall in front of him. It said “I am a bold baby”. He had to stand staring at that with nothing else visible but the lace trim of his bonnet and his soother below his nose bobbing in and out as he suc-ked hard on it.
His morning bottle soon took effect and he shifted uneasily. The girls noticed. Eventually he flooded his nappy and it sagged visibly under his bloomers. “Miss, I think Baby Stephanie has wet her nappy” somebody announced to great laughter.
The teacher went over to Steven. “Have you wet your nappy?” Steven had to nod and looked at the floor as the girls all laughed. “Well, you don’t need to be changed until you soil yourself”, she reminded him. The girls all giggled in anticipation of that. Steven’s tummy rumbled as he stood in the corner in his soggy nappy.
By the break he was freed from standing the corner. He had to waddle out into the school yard where all the girls from his class made sure that their friends knew he had wet his nappy. Back in class he sat down very carefully in his seat not wanting to squeeze out the pee that had been sloshing around in the crotch of his nappy. The girls around him were sure they could smell his pee.
It wasn’t long before the class was interrupted by Steven audibly passing wind. Then there was an unmistakable squirting sound. “Ugh!” the girl beside him stood up quickly. “Miss! Baby Stephanie has done a poo!” Steven just sat there miserably in his soiled nappy suc-king hard on his soother.
“Well Georgina, bring him to the nurse’s station and help her change his nappy.” Georgina laughed as Steven waddled very carefully out of the classroom with her in tow.
The nurse was all business when they arrived at her station. She briskly removed his soiled nappy and plastic pants while Georgina handed her the creams and powders and his clean nappy. “Would you like to pin the nappy on him?” the nurse asked her as Steven lay back holding up his petticoats, studying the ceiling through the lace of his bonnet and suc-king on his soother aware that his private parts, enclosed as they were in a chastity device, were exposed to all.
Georgina giggled as she handled his chastity and observed how his member desperately tried to swell but was frustrated by the confining hard plastic. He could feel the plastic ring press against the back of his testicles as she gave the device a little tug to prove to herself that it couldn’t be removed. Then she tugged at the little padlock and tittered again. He was well taken care of.
Then she told him to lift his botty and proceeded to pin him tightly into his cloth nappy. Then she pulled his plastic pants up and again instructed him to lift his bottom as she pulled them up over his nappy. She pushed his legs up in the air in an ungainly fashion as she checked that his nappy was tucked in all around. Then she dressed him in his frilly bloomers, tugging at his rows of lace to make sure they were straight.
Once his dress and petticoats were lowered as far as they would go, she brought him back to his class and the girls all tittered again as Steven waddled in wearing his nice clean nappy.
At lunchtime he was able to sneak away to the dormitory. He noticed that there was no sign of his gymslip. He pulled out drawers and found only stacks of nappies, plastic pants and bibs. He suc-ked hard on his soother as he realized that his time in a baby dress and nappies was not going to be short. Oh what he would give now to be able to wear his gymslip, blouse and green tights again. They didn’t seem so bad now. He squirmed in his thick nappy that he was clearly going to have to get used to.
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At the end of the week Steven was told that he would have a nice surprise at the end of classes. He was brought up to the front of the room and Mother Superior came in holding up a pink baby dress, with layers of petticoats, puffed sleeves and lacey collar and hem. “The girls in the dressmaking class have really excelled themselves!” She showed the class the matching bonnet with thick layers of lace stitched into the brim. Then she held out the pink nappy cover with lace trim and a large heart stitched onto the bottom.
The girls all scrambled to help undress Steven who now desperately wanted to stay in his relatively plain Victorian baby dress and bloomers. But they soon had him down to his nappy and plastic pants before pulling pink wool-knit tights up over his nappy. Then there was the nappy cover and they pushed him into his pink baby dress which closed up the back with dozens of tiny buttons. They placed the bonnet on his head. It didn’t seem too bad at first but as they pulled the ribbons under his chin to tie it, the brim closed in around his view and left him with a pink and white lace frame on everything he saw.
They excitedly brought him to the dormitory which had a full length mirror. Steven looked at his reflection which was a sea of pink with lots of white lace. The only things not quite pink were his face peeking out from its lace frame while he suc-ked continuously now for comfort on his soother and his arms where they stuck out from his puffed sleeves and his hands that rested on his voluminous petticoats.
He was then pushed into a side room. There in the middle was a large wooden cot, painted pink of course. “The boys in St Patrick’s did a great job on this” Mother Superior told them as Steven was pushed in and the side bars were quickly locked in place. Steven looked down on the plastic covered mattress and the pink princess duvet. He looked up to see a carousel of animals turning above the cot. There were various rattles and balls built into the side bars.
The girls all stood around laughing as Steven grasped the side bars of his cot and looked out through the bars pleadingly. But all they did was place several dolls and cuddly toys inside for him to play with. Then he noticed that his new room had a large glass window to the corridor and girls were gathering out there to laugh and point at him in his new pink baby dress and large secure cot.
He stood up in his cot but the side bars came up to his chest and there was no way he would be able to climb out. Then he noticed that there was a changing table just inside the room’s window. Mother Superior saw him looking at it. “Yes, girls out in the corridor will be able to watch you having your nappy changed. It’s important that they all know how to do it and they will all get their own turn to do it.”
Then his mother came into the room. Steven looked up from his cot pleadingly. Surely she couldn’t allow him to be treated like this. “My goodness we can’t have this!” She frowned on seeing Steven in the cot in his pink baby dress. Relief at last, he thought. But she reached into a bag and pulled out a big pink footed onesie. “This is much more appropriate for you to wear in your lovely cot.”
Steven sighed as all the girls laughed. The side bars of his cot were lowered, he was tugged out and the girls started undressing him and he quickly had his arms and legs pushed into his new onesie and it was buttoned up the back. It was elasticated at the waist which really emphasized the bulge of his nappy beneath the pink fleecy material.
Then Mother Superior stepped forward. She had a pair of white mittens which she pulled on over his hands. His fingers slotted into stiff gaps in the padded material. She strapped the mittens at the wrist. If he had realized what was happening he would have resisted more. The mittens trapped his fingers making them useless. He was as helpless as a baby now. The girls laughed at his efforts to pull the mittens off. “Don’t worry baby, you will still be able to play with your rattles, balls and dollies!” they laughed.
A few days later a large high-chair was produced and positioned at the top of the canteen. Mother Superior examined the leather straps and pulled on them. “Those boys are really good at their job”, she commented. The tray swung back and Steven was pushed up into the seat. The tray was swung back in front of his tummy and he heard it click into place. It was close fitting enough that he was sure he would be unable to get out but the girls drew the straps across his chest and clicked them into place.
Steven looked out from his bonnet and saw that he was in full view of the canteen with about a hundred grinning girls’ faces aimed at him. His soother was popped out and replaced immediately with his large baby bottle. As he started suc-king a plastic bowl of mushy food was placed in the tray.
Once a play-pen had been fashioned that was large enough to keep him confined, he spent his mornings in the nurse’s station. She was usually idle enough to keep a very close eye on him and ensure that he played with his rattles and letter blocks and dollies. Whenever he soiled his nappy the nurse would consult her list and announce on the public address system that X was to come to the nurse’s station to change Baby Stephanie’s nappy. Steven could hear the laughter that always followed this echo around the school.
In the afternoons his play-pen was moved into the girls’ study room where they could keep a close eye on him, administer his bottles and feeds until his bedtime nappy change at 7pm. Then he was buttoned into his pink onesie given a final large baby bottle of milk and locked into his cot.
Because of the window on his room, girls could continually observe him through the evening as he restlessly tossed in his cot, wriggling in his footed sleeper and occasionally checking again if the side bars were correctly locked in place to keep him in.
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On Friday afternoon the girls had no homework and asked if they bring could Baby Stephanie into town with them. Mother Superior readily agreed. The straps from his high chair could be removed to become a very effective harness. Steven whimpered through his soother as his harness was strapped on tightly over his pink baby dress.
“Don’t forget to take this”, Mother Superior reminded them holding out a changing bag with a large baby bottle of milk in the side pocket. “In case he soils himself.” “He probably will when we walk him down High Street and into the Mall!” someone joked and the girls all laughed. Steven’s reins were tugged and he waddled off down the driveway with six giggling girls around him.
He knew how this would go and he suc-ked hard on his soother in anticipation. A person meeting them on the street would first of all notice his big pink baby dress, bonnet and pink tights. They would wonder why this teenager was dressed like this accompanied by girls in their school uniforms. Then they would see that he was suc-king on a large soother and that would amuse them more.
As they approached closer they would see that he was actually wearing a thick nappy –since his short baby dress did nothing to cover it. That might provoke shock but they would almost certainly laugh in the end. Then the significance of the changing bag would strike them and they would realise that this child was actually expected to use the nappy! And they could see that Steven was being bottle-fed.
Seeing this big baby strapped into a harness being held by a girl no bigger or older would provide further amusement. They might or might not realise that the mittens were designed to make this child helpless – unable to take off the harness or the baby dress or nappy.
They would still at this stage assume that it was a girl in the big pink baby dress and frilly nappy cover but the girls would make sure to say something to give away Steven’s true sex. Once again the person would be shocked briefly before convulsing in laughter. They would realise just how humiliating it must be for a teenage boy to be out in public in a pink dress with layers of petticoats, a bonnet, pink tights and frilly underwear, clearly visible to all. Not to mention wearing a nappy and being led by a bunch of girls on a tight rein. Presumably these girls were responsible for changing his nappy and feeding him his bottle too!
The girls would be quick to tell the stranger how often he needed his nappy changed and how often he needed feeding. That he spent twelve hours of his day in his play-pen and the other twelve hours in a secure cot. “It must be really nice for him to get out and about so”, the stranger would snigger sarcastically as Steven squirmed in his nappy which would now be soaked with pee.
And so it proceeded. Stephen lost count of the ladies they encountered on the way down High Street. He could only suc-k on his soother and look down at the pavement and endure.
Then outside the Mall they met Sally Foster and her friends. “Ha! This time we don’t need to lift your skirts to see your frilly undies!” she sniggered and the girls all laughed as Steven cringed. “Can we take him into the Mall?” she asked his classmates. “Sure!” they readily agreed handing over the changing bag. Steven whimpered through his soother on being transferred to the care of the very girl who had got him into this mess.
Meeting individual people on the street was bad enough but in the Mall there were crowds of people. They nudged each other as Steven was led along. “That must be the boy from the shop window!” “He’s actually using his nappy!” “My goodness look at those layers of petticoats.” “And the tights!”
They brought him to a coffee shop and that at least got him in from the crowds. Sally took his bottle of milk and handed it to the lady behind the counter. “Could you warm up his bottle please?” “His?” the lady looked astonished at Steven in his pink baby dress and bonnet.
After their drinks they made sure to walk him around each level of the Mall. Eventually they need the toilet. They walked him into the Ladies and found a long queue. They brought Baby Stephanie to the row of sinks and tied his harness to the pipes. “You wait there while we queue.”
Steven was in full view of the ladies in the queue. One of them looked beneath his baby dress and said “Lucky you! You don’t have to queue for the toilet!” They all laughed as Steven peed more into his nappy in mortification.
When his harness was finally untied and he was led back out of the Ladies, he was acutely aware of the heavy sogginess of his nappy and the excess pee sloshing around in the bottom of his plastic pants as he waddled along wherever the girls led him. People must surely notice. He wondered would he be better off producing a poo and getting his nappy changed. But he really didn’t want Sally Foster to have the ultimate triumph of changing his nappy in a Mall baby-changing room. So he clenched his buttocks, suc-ked hard on his soother and waddled through the crowd just praying for it all to be over.