Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Little_Susie on June 23, 2010, 04:08:22 PM
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Part 1
My problems started when I was a mere 11 months old, and one month after my sister was born. It was nothing I or my sister did, but my dad, he left us and went off with another woman. At that point my mother decided that I was not going to grow to be like him. She decided that I would become the baby of the family and that my sister Mary would get preferential treatment in all things.
My first real indications were on my sister’s second birthday when my Aunty Helen came over for tea. She handed her present to Mary, which turned out to be two floral pinafores. Mary was very happy with her presents and mum said she could wear one of them at teatime.
It was at teatime when I realised just how my different life was going to be, when we got to the table my Mother lifted Mary and placed her on the booster seat that I had been using.
“That’s my place” I said.
“It was” said my mother “but it’s meant for big children not babies who wear bibs, Mary’s a big girl now with a big girls pinny to wear. As you’re still using bibs you must be the baby and babies sit in high chairs” said mum. I was about to comment when mum cut me off. “I don’t want to hear it. I have made a decision and it’s final, until I say so you will sit there for all your meals and wear a bib.” This was unfair as mother had always placed a bib on both of us at meal times. Before I knew what was happening Aunty Helen was lifting me up and seating me in Mary’s high chair, causing Mary to giggle loudly, aunty then snapped the tray in to place effectively trapping me in.
“I’m not a baby” I said emphatically indignantly which mum ignored.
“Helen can you sort out a nice pretty bib for our little baby” said mother “you’ll find them in the draw over there.” My Auntie went over and opened a drawer
“I see you have both their bibs in this draw.”
“Actually as Mary has got her pinny’s now and all those bibs are for babies, they must all be Daniels now, so you can pick anyone you want and put it on him.”
“Well it will have to be this one” said my aunty with a big smile on her face. She turned round and to my horror she was holding up one of Mary’s bibs, not one of the plain ones either, this one was bright pink edged in white lace, embroidered on it were the words ‘Mummy’s Girl’. Despite my protests I ended up wearing it causing them all to laugh at the way I looked. To add to my humiliation Aunty Helen insisted on spoon feeding me herself even after I said that I could feed myself. Then once she had finished her tea, she removed me from the high chair and had me sit on her lap to drink milk from a babies bottle, even Mary had been using a feeder beaker for a while now.
My sister was enjoying this as she was allowed to feed herself and use my grown up beaker. I was placed back in the high chair whilst mum and aunty cleared the table. Once they had cleared up I was released from the high chair and went to remove the bib I was wearing. “Leave that on” mum said “babies have to wait for a grown up to remove their bibs, they certainly never remove their own, you can keep it on until bedtime now. I suppose I should sort out all the bibs for you, we don’t need them all as we only have one baby to look after now.” So saying she picked up two carrier bags then pulled out the draw and followed us in to the lounge where she tipped all the bibs out on to the coffee table.
“What are the bags for?” asked my aunt.
“Well the bibs we keep will go back in the draw for baby to use, the rest we will split into those still good enough to go to a charity shop in one bag and the rest in the other to go for recycling.”
With the help of my aunt and my sister, I was told that I wasn’t big enough to help, she first split them into boys and girls bibs. They then split up the boys bibs and placed them in the carrier bags.
“Mum those bibs need to go on the draw” I insisted.
“No dear, you look so sweet in that bib you have on that I have decided you can wear Mary’s bibs as she’s too old for them now.”
“But I don’t want girls’ bibs, I don’t want bibs at all.”
“Babies wear whatever their mothers want and all babies wear bibs and your mum is right, that bib really suits you” my aunt said. I then spent a humiliating half hour as mum insisted I try on all my sister’s bibs, or as my sister delighted in reminding me, they were now my bibs. In the end they kept the ten frilliest and girly bibs for me to keep whilst my aunt selected a further fancy one to take home promising me that I would wear it when we visited her.
As it turned out I ended up wearing these and others, equally girlish and humiliating, that I was bought until I was nine much to my humiliation and my sisters amusement.
When we did go to my aunts, as she had promised, I had to wear the bib, but not just at meal times as my aunt insisted I wear it all the time that I was at her house. The first time we went we arrived mid morning and no sooner were we in than my aunt produced the bib.
“Is that the bib from our house that you chose?” asked mum.
“Yes, but you probably don’t recognise it I added the lace frill and changed the ties for long pink ribbons to make it prettier.”
“Well it certainly is pretty. Daniel why don’t you ask your aunty nicely to put your pretty bib on you?” Mum had recently added the embarrassment of making me ask for my bibs, sometimes having to ask my sister.
“Please aunty can I wear that pretty bib?” My aunt obviously didn’t want to make it easy for me.
“Do you mean can you wear your pretty baby girls bib, baby?”
“Yes please.”
“Well say so then.”
“Please aunty can I wear that… my pretty baby girls bib. Please?” I asked reluctantly.
“Of course you can cherub” replied my aunt accompanied by giggles from my sister. She tied it on me tying the ribbons in to a big bow. “You look so sweet. Now who would like a drink?” We all did. As it was a hot day it being early summer my aunt suggested we had our drinks outside. Wearing my bib I was reluctant to exit the house but was not given any choice. Aunty Helen spread a blanket on the lawn for Mary and I whilst mum sat at the table on a garden chair. Mary had brought two dolls with her and once we had sat down she held one out to me saying “Here we are baby I brought you a dolly to play with.”
“No thank you.”
“Daniel don’t be so mean, Mary has brought you a dolly and you will play dollies together or else.” Her tone left me in no doubt as to the painful alternative, so I reluctantly took the proffered doll. At this point my aunt returned with a tray of drinks.
My aunt placed cups of coffee for her and mum on the table and approached Mary and I, she handed Mary a glass of orange then to my horror held out a babies bottle of milk complete with rubber teat. I was going to complain to mum until I saw the look on her face.
“Say thank you then baby” she said “and make sure you drink it nicely.”
“Thank you aunty.”
“That’s alright baby I knew you would prefer a bottle. Can you manage or would you like me to feed it to you or perhaps you’d like Mary to?”
“No thank you aunty I can manage.”
I did not get to remove the bib until just before we left and even then was made to thank my aunt for allowing me to wear such a pretty baby girls bib.
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It was Mary’s persuasion that led to my having to use a high chair and wear a bib for all my meals until I started school. Every time Mum suggested I sit up at the table like a big boy Mary would point out something babyish about me and mum would agree and put me back in the high chair. It took quite a fight to get out of using my high chair and only managed it when Mary started to go to playgroup and started the day before I began school. I spent the morning working on mum until she agreed ‘as I was going to big school’ to put the high chair in the garage. Fortunately for me she did not bring it back in despite Mary’s attempt to get her to do so but my sister did convince her that I should still use my bibs, or perhaps I should say her bibs as mentioned before mum had only kept the bibs that Mary had worn.
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PART 2 - Potty Training
It was couple of months after Mary’s second birthday that mum took us both shopping. We went to a shop dealing in children’s wear and accessories, where mum turned for the toddlers section.
Having selected the aisle she wanted mum then spoke to Mary.
“So dear which colour potty would you like?” I was stunned as despite my being nearly a year older than Mary mum had made no attempt to potty train me. I tried to ask mummy about potty training me first but she just shushed me saying she was talking to Mary.
“Can I have a pink one please?”
“Of course you can. Do you want plain pink or with flowers on?”
“One with flowers please mum.” Mum then picked up the floral pink potty and placed it in the basket and moved on ignoring me. “And what colour training pants would my big girl like?” After going through the various options they finally selected three pairs with pink plastic covering, two in white and two with yellow flowers. Mum then stocked up on a few other items like baby talc and wipes before we proceeded to the checkout. As there were a number of people in the line I couldn’t say anything to mum as I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that while I was three years old I was still in nappies. It was soon mum’s turn at the cashiers and mum placed the basket on the counter.
“I see you have two babies to potty train” said the cashier looking curiously at me.
“No only one. Mary is a big girl and has asked me to potty train her, her brother here appears to be quite happy wallowing in his wet or messy nappies.” The cashier laughed.
“Boys are babies no matter what age they are.”
“You’re right there” mum answered paying for the goods after which we went home.
When we got there and mummy had unpacked and Mary was playing with some toys I went to talk to mummy.
“Mummy” I asked “why are you potty training Mary and not me, I am older than her?”
“Because she asked me to and you haven’t.”
“I didn’t know I needed to.”
“Most boys your age have been out of nappies for six months sometimes longer. It should have been obvious, let’s face it Aunty Helen already teases you about what a big baby you are.” It was true no matter what I did Aunty Helen found something to tease me about it.
“Will you potty train me then please mummy?”
“I will but not until your sister is totally dry, I’m not potty training two babies at the same time. You had better hope your sister is dry quickly but you can expect it won’t be less than three months it could be a lot longer so you have some time in nappies to look forward to.” I was stunned mum seemed to be so unfair, I had already been demoted below my sister by having to use her bibs and highchair and now she was being potty trained before me. I went back to join my sister who I saw was playing with my Action Man figure.
“Can I have my Action Man back please?” I asked. I knew demanding it back would not work.
“No” she said “you can have her.” Mary handed me one of her dolls who was dressed like some princess.
“I don’t want her I want mine.”
“I’m playing with him and anyway she’s a more appropriate dolly for a baby to play with.”
“I don’t want your silly dolly I want my action man back.” Mary ignored me and got up and left taking my Action Man with her. She returned shortly with mum in tow.
“Mary says you want the Action Man back.”
“Yes mum it is mine.”
“Yes but you left it when you came to see me so now Mary’s playing with it. She’s given you another dolly to play with so play with her instead.”
“But mum…”
“No but’s. Next time I come I will expect to you to be playing with her.” That said she returned to the kitchen. I meanwhile went to play with some trains I had.
Mum returned about half an hour later and saw that was not playing with the doll. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted to see you playing with Mary’s doll when I returned?”
“Yes but its too girly”
“I see your not so you don’t want to play with her, is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Well we can easily sort that out, come with me.” She took my hand and pulled me upstairs and into her bedroom. “Strip off. When I get back you had not better have anything other than your nappy and baby panties on.” She turned and left. I could tell she was not kidding and quickly removed all my clothes, completing the task just in time.
She returned with her arms full of clothing which she dumped on the bed. I was horrified as the item she handed was a old pair of Mary’s pink baby panties with rows of lace across the seat. I remember she got them last year as a present and had only worn them a couple of times and now didn’t wear them as she was being potty trained.
“Are you dry?”
“Yes.”
“Okay replace your plastic panties with these.”
“Mum I can’t…
“Shut up and put them on now or it’ll be worse.” I could see I was not going to win so I removed my plain panties and pulled them on then up over my nappy. The rest of the clothing was just as bad with a vest to match the knickers, a very puffy white petticoat and worse of all a pink satin party dress. Mum zipped up the dress and tied the sash at the back in to a big bow. She then knelt down putting a pair of lace trimmed ankle socks on my feet followed by a pair of my sisters black patent Mary Jane shoes before dragging me in front of the full length mirror. I was shocked to see that from the neck down everything shouted little girl.
“Don’t you look sweet, now you’re dressed properly you CAN play with your sisters dollies can’t you?”
“Please mum…”
“The word you’re looking for is yes. Now let’s go and show Mary her little baby sister.” She pulled me downstairs and in to the lounge where Mary was playing. She looked up, saw me and burst out laughing.
“Oh mummy he looks so cute.”
“Well I realised he didn’t want to play with your dollies as he wasn’t dressed properly.” I wanted to protest but a look from mum stopped me from saying anything. “So now you have a little baby sister to look after.” Mary was overjoyed. I was then forced to spend the rest of the day playing with Mary’s dollies, under her supervision, changing their clothes and pretending to feed them. It finally culminated in me having to give them a tea party and mum kept me dressed like that for the rest of the day and then had me hang the dress and petticoat in my wardrobe.
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Mary’s potty training went fairly smoothly and in four months she was totally dry during the day with only a few nightly accidents. As I was three and half by now I asked mum to start potty training only to be told I would have to wait a while as she didn’t have time. This was so unfair as mum had seen to Mary as soon as she asked. Mary however thought it was funny and would often tease me about still being nappies when she was in big girls panties. As it happened it was a couple of months before my birthday when she finally started and Mary would always giggle when she saw me on the potty as mum insisted I use the same pink floral one that Mary had used. Added to this was the fact that the only trainers that mum said she could find were the pink ones and the yellow floral ones much to Mary’s amusement. It took me slightly longer than Mary until I was finally dry during the day so I was nearly four and a half. This meant that unlike Mary I did not go to nursery school. Mary’s humiliation did not stop then as mum would not let me out of nappies at night as I was still wet most mornings, indeed sometimes when Mary was told to get me up she would check to see if I was dry laughing at me when I wasn’t. When I complained to mum about her checking my nappy she merely said that that’s what big girls do with babies. In the end mum kept me in nappies until I was nine only stopping then after repeated requests from me and agreed at the same time said I no longer had to wear a bib both actions did not go down well with Mary but once mum made up her mind Mary could not get her to change it.
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Part 3
New panties
When I was eight years old I had finally managed to persuade mum that I needed some new underpants, Mary seemed to get new clothes whenever she wanted but I had to spend a lot of time convincing mum when I needed them. We left for the local department store and proceeded towards the children’s department. To get to the boys clothes we had to pass through the girl section and as we were passing the underwear department my sister said.
“Mum look at these” pointing to a display of girls panties.
“Yes they’re very nice but it’s Daniel who needs new underwear.”
“But all the girls are wearing this style now.”
“That’s what you said about those frilly panties I bought you not six weeks ago.”
“I know but…
“But what?”
“Well most of my friends have decided the frilly ones are too babyish and are wearing this sort.”
”Mum..” I tried interrupting. If Mary got her way she would end up with new underwear instead of me.
“Quiet dear” mum said which worried but did not surprise me. Mary always tried to get mum to buy things for her when we went shopping for stuff for me. “Mary we can’t afford to buy you and Daniel new undies and Daniel needs new ones.”
“Mum if you bought these for me Daniel could have the frilly ones.”
“I don’t want…”
“Quiet Daniel, I won’t tell you again. Now the pair of you wait here while I go and check the price of boy’s underwear.” After a short wait mum returned with a single package containing two pairs of boys’ underpants. “I never realised how expensive boys’ underpants were. So I’ve got a couple of pairs for you and you can wear Mary’s frilly ones the rest of the time.”
“That’s not fair, I don’t want her frilly knickers”.
“When you start buying the clothes then you can decide but until then I do. New knickers for Mary will work out cheaper. Any more complaints and I’ll take these boys underpants back and you’ll only have frilly knickers to wear.” Mary was very happy, not only was she getting new panties to match her friends but was getting rid of the frilly ones to me. She chose which ones she wanted, mum paid and we went back to the car.
As soon as we got back home mum ordered us both upstairs to sort out our new purchases.
“Here you are sweety” said my sister with a big grin on her face “your new pretty frilly knickers. I bet you’re going to enjoy wearing them.” I had no intention of doing anything of the sort, my current underwear had seen better days but I would wear them instead of the frilly knickers. Then mum entered my room and handed me the two pairs of boy’s underwear that she had bought. Before I could stop her she opened my drawer and started to remove all my old underwear.
“There you are plenty of room for your new panties.”
“Mum...”
“I don’t want to hear it. I have bought you two pairs for wearing for games and PE, I suggest you use them for then. I expect you to put a fresh pair of panties on each day, if you don’t they won’t get washed and you could end up with frilly knickers on for games or PE. I’m sure your friends would get a good laugh at that. And don’t think of wearing nothing, if I find you have, you’ll go to school in nappies, now put all your panties away neatly.” So saying she left taking my old underwear with her. She returned shortly.
“Here, you need to sew your name labels in them in case they get lost” she said handing me a pack of labels, needle and cotton. Most mothers do this for their children, ours had given me sewing lessons saying all girls should learn to sew, one of the first things I had to sew was adding lace to some of my floral hankies to ‘make them extra pretty’ mum had said. Yes I said floral hankies, once when I had been spanked I ended up crying and mum had given me half a dozen flowery hankies saying they were more suitable for a cry baby than my boy ones which she got rid of. For some reason Mary did not get included in sewing lessons.
I had done about five pairs when Mary wandered in. It was unfair that she could come in to my room without even knocking but I was not allowed in hers without permission or when mum took me there to dress me up when punishing me. “So how do you like your pretty new frilly panties then?”
“I don’t they’re horrible and any way some of them still have tags on them so even you didn’t wear them.”
“That’s because they are so babyish and that means they’ll suit you perfectly baby.”
“Well I don’t want them and I’m not a baby.”
“Yes you are, mum still puts you to bed in nappies and night dresses, that makes you a sissy baby.” She picked up a pair of pink panties. “These are really girly being pink, you had better take good care of your panties, it would be a shame if you lost a pair at school.” I looked at her, surely she wouldn’t do that to me. I’d be a laughing stock if it was found out that I was wearing such girly underwear. “Just think if I left them in the locker room for Miss Lang to find. She’d assume they were mine but I‘d tell her the truth then she’d ask to see you. What would you tell her? Perhaps she likes girly boys.” She then left laughing. I was going to have to be very careful around her for a while.
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Part 4 - The Party
That year got worse as it went on. It was the day of Mary’s seventh birthday party when she and I got in to an argument. I was getting fed up with hearing about the party she was going to have and how all her friends were coming especially as I didn’t dare have birthday parties for fear of what mum would make me wear to them, not that I had any real friends anyway. She had just started again when I told her
“Will you shut up about your silly party I am fed up with hearing about it.”
“It’s not a silly party” she replied disappearing of into the direction of the kitchen returning shortly with mum in tow.
“What’s been going on? How dare you call her party silly? Play nicely or you’ll be for it. I’ve got enough to do without sorting you two out.” I went to my room just to be out of the way but was soon joined by my sister.
“Come and play with my dollies with me.”
“I don’t want to play with dolls, I’m not a girl.”
“Alright let’s play house and you can be the baby seeing as you are still wearing nappies to bed.”
“Mary can’t you find something to do without me? I just want to look at my books quietly.”
Mummy said WE should play nicely so if you don’t come down and play with she’ll be cross and you’ll get punished.” It was true no matter what my side of things were I was always in the wrong.
“Okay” I agreed reluctantly but balked somewhat when she insisted on playing house with me as her baby girl.
“But I’m a boy.”
“And boys are yucky and baby girls are lovely.” I agreed but refused to put a dress on pointing out that girls, babies included, wear jeans and t-shirts. Fortunately she agreed. Mum came in later and seemed pleased that we seemed to be getting along and offered us a drink to which we said yes. No sooner had she got them than Mary got up and followed her. I put down the dolly I was having to hold and removed the dummy she said all babies suc-ked and relaxed for a little while. Mary and mum returned shortly with a tray of drinks, from my position on the floor I could not see what was on the tray but what worried was the smile on Mary’s face as she sat down next to me.
“Here you are girls” said mum handing Mary a glass of juice which she took and placed to one side. “And here’s your babies drink.” To my horror it was a baby’s bottle full of milk. “What’s the matter Daniel all babies have their drink from a bottle and Mary says you have agreed to be her baby girl. But first you need this on” she said tying a bib round my neck. The bib I expected as mum was still insisting I use baby girls’ bibs for all meals and any other time we had something to eat or drink but it had been a while since she made use a bottle except when I was being punished. After another half hour mum called us to come and have some lunch
We finished lunch and cleared up afterwards.
“Okay you two upstairs it’s time to get you dressed up for the party.” Mary nearly knocked me over in her eagerness to get upstairs followed by mum. “Go to your room and get undressed and wait for me there.”
“Yes mum.” I went and undressed and put on my Barbie dressing gown that I inherited from my sister, mum refused me to buy a boys one for me. She arrived about twenty minutes later as I heard Mary dash downstairs.
“I want you to be smart this afternoon as you will be helping me with your sister’s party. I knew complaining was out of the question but had hoped to disappear to my bedroom whilst my sister had her giggling friends round and now I was going to have to wear my school uniform. It had to be that as it was the only smart clothes I had the rest being very casual or hand me downs, or should that be up, from my younger but same size sister. Mum sent me for a shower, warning me that if I didn’t do a good job that she would wash me in a bubble bath and to return to my bedroom afterwards.
After my shower I returned to my bedroom.
“Mum do I have to wear my school uniform why can’t I wear something else?”
“You want to wear something else do you?”
“Yes mum” I said, hoping I'd get to wear something more casual.
“No problem, come with me.” She took my hand and led me to her room “here you are, you can wear this outfit for the party.”
I couldn’t believe what mum expected me to wear. On her bed was the pink party dress that even Mary had refused to wear to her last birthday party along with all the frilly underwear that went with it. Wearing any dress would be embarrassing but most of Mary’s friends who would be at the party would be bound to recognise it as what she wore for her fifth birthday and would really make fun of me.
“Mum please don’t make me wear that, I’ll wear my school uniform” I said desperately.
“You didn’t want to wear it so now you can wear this or if you prefer I can put a nappy on you and you can be treated as a baby for the next week. You will go and help at the party so is it the dress or baby outfit?” I knew her threat of being treated as a baby for a week was not an idle one, it had happened before.
“I’ll wear the dress mum.” This elicited a broad smile.
“I thought you might dear” she said pulling the towel off and leaving me naked.
Mum handed me the panties and I looked in disbelief at the in nylon panties with flowers embroidered on the front and with lace trimming the leg holes and three rows across the seat.
“Come along now or I will dress you.” It was embarrassing enough putting these items on without mum doing it for me so pulled them up into place.
“Oh look they could have been made for you” smiled mum. The panties were followed by a plain pink camisole with a white ribbon bow on the front. Mum then picked a silky petticoat which was placed over my head and pulled into place. I was somewhat disturbed that it only just covered the panties but with the longer dress it should be okay if I was careful. Mum pulled the dress over me, it was only slightly longer than the petticoat and as I cringed at the silky feel mum brought out a frothy waist petticoat that she had me step into. The extra petticoat was very full waist slip which caused the dress to stick out almost horizontally which was further accentuated as mum tied the sash around the middle causing the dress to ride up a bit further exposing the lace trimming to the full waist slip.
“Right slip these on” mum said handing me a pair of white ankle socks trimmed with two rows of pink lace along with a pair of pink patent shoes.
“Please mum…”
“Forget it unless you would prefer to be a baby girl.” Had it not been for a week it might almost have been worth it but I knew mum would make sure it would be a very embarrassing week. Mum laughed as she watched me trying to cope with the mass of petticoats to put the socks and shoes on but I eventually managed it. She then brought her hairbrush and started to the bed and after giving me bangs brushed my hair in to two and tied pink ribbons to each of the bunches and clipped a slide in at each side both having a pink bow on them.
“One last thing” mum said and before I could see what she carrying she started to spritz me with a very flowery perfume. I grimaced at the smell causing mum to giggle. “Now let me show you how pretty you look” she said pulling me off the bed towards a full length mirror on her wall.
I could not believe what I was seeing. Staring back at me was an overgrown prissy two year old but it was clear that it was my face staring back. The puffy dress was only just covering my panties and the bows in my hair looked more like a baby would wear. My mum obviously enjoyed my discomfort.
“You look so pretty Daniel a proper little girl.”
“Mum I can let people see me like this they will all think I am a sissy.”
“Then they’ll be right sweetheart. Now off you go and join your sister and I’ll be down shortly.” With that she pushed out of her bedroom and shut the door. I descended the stairs slowly not wishing to see my sister in her outgrown frilly outfit but inevitably ended up in the lounge where my sister was waiting.
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Part 5
As I entered she turned to face me, her grin soon turned to outright laughter as she took in my entire outfit.
Whilst she was wearing a lavender dress it was nowhere near as frilly and childish as mine. Her hair was done in a pony tail with just a single purple ribbon. All in all her dress was very grown up a vast contrast to my outfit. Finally she stopped laughing.
“Don’t you look cute Daniel, my friends are going to have great fun with you dressed like a three year old. Are you wearing nappies like a proper sissy baby should?”
“No.”
“Let me see.” I tried to leave but Mary was too fast for me and lifted my skirts to display my panties causing further laughter. “You really are a little sissy wearing that dress and undies. I thought that dress was a bit childish two years ago when I was five and now you’re nearly nine and wearing it, in fact you can keep the whole outfit it as it fits you so well” she laughed. Before I could say anything mum arrived.
“That’s very kind of you Mary I’m sure Daniel will love wearing it so I’ll make sure he gets plenty of opportunity to do so.”
Before I could complain the moment I was dreading had finally arrived with the sound of the front door bell. I wanted to run but mums firm hand on my shoulder guided me towards the front door. Trembling I opened it to see two of Mary’s friends with their mothers. The girl’s recognised me immediately and burst into laughter.
“Amy” said one mother “it’s not polite to laugh at a little girl just because she’s prettily dressed.”
“But mum this little girl is Daniel, Mary’s brother” said Amy before dissolving into further laughter. My face went bright red with embarrassment as she said that, removing any doubts that Amy’s mum might have had about her daughter’s statement.
“Well aren’t you prettily dressed Daniel. Did you get jealous of your sister in her pretty dress?” I was saved from answering by mum as she tried to usher everyone in to the house but the mum’s had to be elsewhere so they left with the two girls who went in to the lounge to see Mary. Before I could follow the bell rang again and for the next fifteen minutes I was opening up the door to Mary’s girl friends all who seemed to think my outfit hilarious as did some of their mothers. When the last one had finally arrived I had to join them all in the lounge.
“Mary isn’t the dress Daniel has on what you wore two years ago?” asked Alice, Mary’s best friend.
“Yes it is but even then I felt it was a bit childish still that’s apparently what sissies like to wear” she giggled.
“Presumably he’s wearing his underwear underneath it?”
“He is but why don’t you have a look anyway” Mary suggested and before I could do anything a couple of the girls grabbed my arms and despite my struggling I could not get free. Alice approached with a big smile on her face.
“Well let’s see what little sissy Daniel is wearing under Mary’s dress.” She took hold of the hem of my dress revealing the mass of frothy petticoats much to the amusement of the girls. I looked towards mum for help but her smile was a big as everyone else’s. “Such pretty petties helping to make your dress stick out Daniel, any two year old would love to have such babyish frillies but what’s underneath? Is prissy in nappies?” She then lifted up all my petticoats to display the frilly pink panties which caused great hilarity among all the girls. “Well I see you’ve borrowed all your sisters’ undies as well as the dress. I thought you said he was wearing his own underwear Mary?” she asked turning to my sister.
“He is, I have given him the whole outfit and mum says she’s going to make him wear a lot.” This caused another round of laughter and I was close to tears when mum finally came to my rescue.
“Okay girls sort out the chairs for ‘pass the parcel’.”
“Mum aren’t we a bit past that?”
“Just humour me Mary but I presume you don’t want to play ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ then?”
“Can we play pin the nappy on the baby instead?” called one of the girls laughing whilst others seconded her suggestion. I looked at mum in horror; surely she wouldn’t let them do that.
“Well we’ll see if my little girl behaves herself or not.” They calmed down and sorted out the chairs and started the game. Each time a layer was removed they would throw the paper on the floor for me to pick up. This of course gave them ample opportunity for flipping up my dress and petticoats to display my frilly panties. Despite Mary’s misgivings about playing ‘pass the parcel’ the girls seemed satisfied with the gifts found during the game.
We played a few further games all of which seemed to be designed to give the girls further opportunities of displaying my undies.
I thought my humiliation would lessen a bit when mum said she wanted me to help sort out the table and put out the party food. That was until she said
“Mary can you sort out a pinny for Daniel to wear as I don’t want him to mess up his pretty party dress?”
“Mum do I have to?” I asked “I’ll be careful.”
“Would you rather wear one of your pretty bibs?” This shut me up but certainly fuelled the girl’s laughter.
“Do you really have bibs Daniel?” Emma asked, it was her who suggested playing ‘pin the nappy on the baby’.”
“He certainly does look in that draw over in the sideboard while I get her one of my old pinnies to wear. I wanted to die as Mary brought out one of the pinnies she used to wear. It was pale pink and covered with little rose buds. It was a full pinny that went over the head and had long ties that tied in to a big bow at the back. It had a frill around the bottom section and on the shoulder straps. When I was finally tied in I was told to join mum in the kitchen. I heard them all laugh as they examined the bibs that Emma had got out of the draw.
I joined mum in the kitchen who gave me the tablecloth and other party items to go on the table which I did, returning quickly. When I started to put food on the tables the girls again reprised there lifting up of my dress and petticoats and with my hands full I could do nothing to stop them. When they were finally all sat down for tea I was involved in getting drinks for them and anything else they wanted and began to wonder if I would get anything to eat myself. Still with their hands occupied with eating I could keep my undies from being displayed. As the tea finished mum started organising some music for them to dance to whilst I cleared the table and once it was cleared mum allowed me to sit down and have some tea, after putting a bib on me of course. I would have complained that I was wearing a pinny so did not need one but was actually more interested in getting something to eat and drink and at least it was away from the girls teasing.
It got close to the time when the party was to end and most girls were getting their stuff together before their parents arrived.
I finished helping mum tidy up the kitchen, something I was doing before the parent’s started arriving when the door bell rang and mum insisted I answer the door to them. As I passed through the lounge the girls burst into fits of laughter and I realised that I was still wearing my bib which I removed and placed it in the pocket of my pinny, well Mary’s pinny, before opening the door. Again I was the subject of smiles and amused comments. More than once I heard the word ‘sissy’ used in whispers between the parents.
As the last of the girls were picked up by their mothers I noticed that Alice and Emma were just sitting back relaxing. Mary obviously realised why I seemed confused.
“Daniel, I forgot to tell you both Alice and Emma are staying for a sleep over. I’m going to ask mum if they can help get you ready for bed” she added with a big smile.
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Part 6 - The Sleepover
The last thing I wanted to do was have these girls helping to nappy me for bed and went to find mum and explained what Mary wanted to do.
“I don’t see why not.” Mum smiled when she saw the panic in my face “and any more complaints and I will let them bath you first.” Having finished in the kitchen mum shepherded me back in to the lounge.
“Okay girls go up to Mary’s room and get changed and then you can join me and Daniel in his.” The girl’s dashed off giggling.
“Mum please don’t let them see me in a nappy. Can’t I just go to bed now?”
“No you can’t now up to your room so I can start to get you ready.” I went up closely followed by mum. Once in my room she removed the pinny and took the bib out of the pocket and placed them both on the chest of drawers. She then took the dress off and despite my protests hung it up in my wardrobe. She was just removing the very puffy petticoat when the girls arrived. To my dismay all three girls were wearing pyjamas but I knew I would not be allowed to, in fact my nightie was already on the end of my bed.
“Mary can you hang this up in Daniels wardrobe please, the hangers on the bed?” asked mum handing her the petticoat.
“Of course mum we want to make sure she gets plenty of use out of it” she giggled. All the girls grinned as I stood there in the panties, camisole and petticoat as mum removed my shoes and socks.
“Arms up” said mum taking hold the petticoats hem and pulling it over my head, when it was half way off I felt my panties being pulled down to much laughter from the girls. With my arms still in the petticoat I was almost helpless to stop them and as I tried to I just got told off by mum for not standing still.
“But they’re pulling my panties off.”
“Well they’ve got to come off anyway so stand still.” I did so and having removed the petticoat she removed the camisole leaving me totally naked in front of three giggling girls which was especially embarrassing when mum slapped my hands away as I attempted to cover my private bits.
“Okay Daniel up on to the bed.”
“Mum…”
“Would you prefer to sleep in your cot tonight?”
“No mum.” She rarely made me sleep in the cot anymore as it was slightly small for me but when she did I was always strapped in with a set of reins similar to those worn by babies but with added straps for my hands making it difficult to get comfortable or misbehave.
I laid down on the bed and mum produced three thick pink terry nappies and told me to lift up, I did and she slid them under my bottom. At this point the phone rang.
“Girls can you look after Daniel while I see who that is?” She then left without waiting for an answer.
“Well you really are a baby” said Alice “most boys your age would be screaming the place down if their mums tried to put nappies on them at bed time.”
“Especially such girly pink ones” added Emma “still he does have rather small bits.”
“Daniels never been out of nappies at night mum only ever trained him to be dry during the day” explained Mary.
“Does he still wet them then?” asked Alice.
“Yes most nights but not all, of course I like to feed him a couple of bottles of formula that way we can make sure he does.”
“Do you think your mum will let us do that?”
“I’m sure she will, she goes along with most things I suggest and poor little baby has to put up with them don’t you baby?” she said looking straight at me.
“Yes.” During this conversation Emma started to play with my lower region with obvious effects. “Look I think Daniel is trying to pretend he is not such a little boy.”
“Well what do expect playing with him like that although by the look on his face he seems to be enjoying it.” It was true, despite the humiliation of just having to lay there, Emma’s hands were warm and her attention erotic. She stopped as we heard mummy returning and they all giggled at my small moan of frustration. Whilst I had not yet been able to perform fully in that area it was still very pleasurable playing with it although that wasn’t very often due to mum keeping a watchful eye on me most of the day.
“Okay let’s finish dressing baby” said mum who must have seen the effect Emma had had on me but obviously chose to ignore it. “Now would one of you like to sprinkle baby with baby powder and rub it in?”
“I will” said Emma causing the other two girls to giggle. Emma sprinkled me liberally with the baby powder rubbing it in to my bottom and front paying similar attention to my private area until mum decided it was enough. Mums smile told me she was amused by Emma’s actions so hopefully I would not get in to trouble this time.
Right Mary if you pin baby’s nappy on and Alice if you could look in that draw over there and find a pair of pretty baby panties to go over them. As Mary was pinning me in to my nappy I heard Alice giggle and she then appeared with a pair of yellow nylon covered plastic panties. There were four rows of lace across the back and the words ‘Mummy’s Girl’ embroidered on the front.
“Those are just perfect Alice” mum said proceeding to let Alice put them on me. They then had me stand up and ensured that my nappy was fully covered before picking up my nightdress printed with characters from ‘In the Midnight Garden’, a toddlers program which I loathed but was occasionally forced to watch. I knew this had been bought specifically for me as Mary refused to have anything connected with ‘such a babyish program’ as she put it, they even got me the matching flimsy dressing gown to go with it.
“Okay girls let’s get back downstairs I have got a few dvd’s for you to choose from.” As they left I made my way towards my bed as I assumed mum was not talking to me. “What are you doing Daniel I said go downstairs, I’m letting you stay up with the others to watch the dvd.” It seemed I was not to escape so easily from the girls attention and soon found myself sitting on the floor of the lounge surrounded by the three as they decided what to watch, my opinion was not sought.
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Glad you're still enjoying it Pansyamy. You may have to wait a bit for the next chapter Little Susie
Part 7 The Sleepover (continued)
They decided on what they wanted to watch and Mary asked about drinks taking orders for lemonade and cola. Mary just smiled when I asked for cola as well. She returned shortly saying mum would bring them in in a bit. Not quite sure what girls did at a slumber party I decided to watch the film even though it was a sloppy romantic film. It was nearly fifteen minutes later when mum came in with a tray of drinks and snacks for us all. To my horror and the girls delight instead of getting a cola there were two babies bottles of milk and next to them my most embarrassing bib. It was made of silky white nylon and edged in a pink lacy frill which was bad enough but embroidered on the front and surrounded by embroidered flowers were the pink words ‘Baby Daniel’. The girls really laughed as mum tied it round my neck.
“Can I feed baby her bottle?” asked Emma.
“Of course you can” answered mum “that’s why I brought two bottles in case both you and Alice wanted to feed her.” Alice indicated that she would like to as well. I then had to lie across Emma’s lap and have her feed me the first bottle of milk which actually turned out to be formula which I liked less. Although fairly full I was then fed the second bottle by Alice. When she finished she sat me up and started to pat my back and as I went to complain let out loud burp much to the girl’s amusement. “Just like a baby” laughed Alice “still now you’ve finished your bottle I bet you want your dummy, don’t you?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Why not all babies like to have a dum-dum to suc-k.” What could I say, of all the indignities I had faced, using a dummy was not one of them. “Perhaps we should ask your mummy to get you one.”
“No thank you.”
“If you’re sure, still let me do your hair.”
“But its fine like it is.”
“What in a boring pony tail, I know we can make it much prettier unless of course you would prefer a dummy? Which do you want?”
“Hair please.”
“Don’t you mean please can you sort out my hair in a style suitable for a sissy?” I looked in disbelief. Surely she didn’t expect me to answer like that; the expectant looks on all the girls’ faces gave the answer to that.
“Please Emma will you sort out my hair to look like a sissy’s hair.”
“Of course baby I’d love to.” She started brushing my hair then turned to Mary. “Do you have any pretty ribbons we can tie in baby’s hair that will go with his nightie?”
“I’m sure I can find some” she replied before dashing off upstairs.
“All babies like to have pretty ribbons in their hair especially big sissy babies like you Daniel.” I said nothing as I wasn’t sure it was actually a question, Emma didn’t seem to mind. She brushed out my hair having removed the ribbons mum tied on my bunches but without a mirror I could not see what she was doing.
“I see what your doing” said Alice with a laugh “Let me do the other one.” I then felt her undoing the other bunch and combing through it. As she started to work on it my sister reappeared.
“I knew mum had got him some but I couldn’t find them at first as mum still had them Baby hasn’t seen the yet.” She then held out two pink ribbons printed with characters to match my nightie. I was then forced to go through and name all of them. I could not remember a couple of their names and Mary said I obviously needed to watch it a lot more. The girls laughed when they saw the look on my face.
“What’s the matter baby ‘In the Night Garden’ is meant for two year olds.”
“But I don’t want to watch it, I don’t like it.”
“Well that’s too bad baby because I’m going to tell mum you need to” smiled Mary “perhaps I should ask her to get you some DVD’s then you’ll have lots to watch. I said nothing as arguing was not helping. I then had to hand the ribbons to Emma and Alice who having tied them then produced a mirror. I looked in disbelief to see that I had a matching pair of plaits. At this point mummy returned to see how we were getting on.
“Oh doesn’t my little baby girl look cute. I‘ll have to do your hair like that more often.”
“Mum” asked Mary “is it okay if we put some makeup on baby Daniel? I’ll only use the play make up that auntie bought me.”
“Of course dear make her really pretty.” The girls thought this was a great idea especially when they saw the make up kit that Mary had brought down with the hair ribbons. They then spent while deciding on what colours they were going to use. I then spent a humiliating fifteen minutes as they started with mascara pointing how big and thick my lashes were getting, this was followed by pale green eye shadow.
“It really matches his eyes” said Alice. What next?”
“Some blusher I think” replied Mary.
“Are you sure baby needs any?” laughed Alice he looks pretty flushed already.” Mary ignored her comment and brushed blusher on to my cheeks.
“Now baby we are going to put some nice bubblegum pink lipstick on you so purse your lips in a nice sissy pout.” I had no idea what she meant but fortunately she demonstrated so I merely had to copy her. She then proceeded to thickly coat my lips with the lipstick that not only bat also tasted like bubble gum which I hated. I felt really close to tears at this point which Emma noticed and she gave me a hug.
“Don’t cry baby you look very pretty, look” she held up a mirror and I could see a reflection that looked like one of Mary’s porcelain dolls. They had just started to do each others hair when mum came in to check on us.
“My word girls you’ve done a wonderful job you’ve done on baby Daniel she looks gorgeous, she just needs one more thing.” Mum disappeared to return shortly handing Mary a bottle.
“This will match her lipstick” Mary exclaimed. “Come here baby.” I could see as she showed Emma and Alice that it was nail varnish. So some fifteen minutes and three coats later I not only had ten bright fingernails but ten matching toes. Once complete and after a few teasing comments they put another DVD in and started doing each others hair, showing me what they were doing and getting me to help, if rather reluctantly.
It was just after ten o’clock when mum came in.
“Everything okay girls?” after a chorus of agreement when continued “it’s time our little baby girl was in her cot so come along. The rest of you girls can stay up longer.” I was upset at finding that I was to spend the night in my cot as I had done most of what I had been asked to since first thing this morning and what had been a very trying day buy nonetheless followed mum up to my bedroom. She opened a tub of baby wipes cleaning all the makeup off my face. “There all nice and clean, I’ll leave your nail polish on and your hair in braids as they both look so pretty okay?”
“Yes mum. Do I have to sleep in the cot I have tried to be good?”
“Well you can choose do you want to sleep in the cot in a nice clean fluffy nappy or would you rather sleep in your bed in the one you’ve got on?” The nappy I was wearing was already wet and uncomfortable as mum knew.
“In the cot please mum.”
“Okay up on the changing mat.” I climbed up and she pulled the plastic panties down to my ankles before unpinning and removing my nappy. She wiped me clean before pinning me in to another pile of pink nappies and then pulling the baby panties back over them. “These really are pretty panties I think we should let you wear them more often.” What mum meant was that they were so babyish that she wanted to embarrass me by having me wear them. “Off you get and let’s get you sorted out in your cot. In short order I was strapped down with not even enough freedom to turn over and my hands immobile. “I think Emma likes you” mum said “and you seemed to like her.” As she said this she rubbed the front of my nappy. “Or at least you liked what she did to you.” As rapidly as it had started she stopped and pulled the duvet over me. “Nighty night baby, sweet dreams.” She switched out the light leaving the door ajar so that she could check on me later. I was tired from the day’s activities and embarrassment and quickly slipped off to sleep and did not hear when the girls came to bed.
I awoke next morning to the sound of giggles to see the three girls surrounding my cot. The duvet had been pulled down to reveal my nightie and nappy. Despite having had my nappy changed I was still wet this morning which they thought was funny.
“He obviously enjoys his wet nappies” laughed Alice.
“He wets so often he probably doesn’t realise he’s done it” I wanted to complain as the only time I wet my nappies now is when am made to drink two bottles of milk. I stayed quiet though knowing that they would believe Mary instead of me.
“Does he mess in them as well?” asked Emma.
“Only when mum is punishing him in which case he has to use his nappies for everything.”
“That’s gross. Fancy having to sit around in your own poo waiting to be changed.”
“Yes it’s a laugh seeing him trying to sit comfortably.”
“But surely your mum changes him?” asked Emma.
“Yes but as it’s a punishment he has to wear it for an hour first.”
“You poor thing” said Emma stroking my cheek.
“I think Emma fancies you but that doesn’t mean she’d go out with such a baby as you” commented Alice. Emma blushed a little but said nothing.
“Okay girls downstairs for breakfast I’ll unstrap baby” said mum entering my bedroom. She started to loosen the buckles where they were fastened to the cot leaving the reins clipped on to me. She then led me down to breakfast and seated me at the table. She then produced a bowl and some cereal for me and I was about to complain that with my hands still strapped to the reins I could not feed myself. “As baby cant’ feed herself would one of you girls like to?”
“I bet Emma would” giggled Alice.
“Why not” said Emma and moved to sit next to me and fed me my cereal followed by the ever present bottle of formula.
“Okay girls you better go up and get dressed before Alice and Emma’s mums turn up. I’ll sort baby out.” They disappeared upstairs as mum removed the bib that I had worn since being fed at the slumber party then removed my harness and told me to move it. She told me to go to her en-suite and once we were in there she totally undressed me and after putting a shower cap on me to protect my hair told me to shower. It felt great to be fully clean after the last few hours in a wet nappy.
“Don’t take too long Daniel I want you dressed before the girls mums arrive.” I finished showering and came back in to my room. There laying on my bed was a frilly pink dress with all the accompanying lace trimmed underwear.
“Mum do I have to wear girl’s clothes, can’t I have my boys clothes instead?”
“Well you could but how would you explain the braids and nail varnish.?” Realising she was right I finally dressed with a bit of help from mum in the outfit she had chosen. I suppose I should have been grateful it wasn’t a baby outfit. As we descended the stairs to join the girls the front door bell rang and Mary went to answer it. I got a fair amount of teasing from the girls and their mothers before they were leaving. To my surprise and giggles from the others Emma gave me a kiss on the cheek before she too left.
“Thanks mum” said Mary “that was one of the best parties ever. Don’t you agree Daniel?” I stayed silent.
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Part 7 Christmas
I awoke on Christmas morning with all the excitement of a 9 year old and opened the gifts from my stocking. I could already hear my sister in her room doing the same. Mum had always bought us a selection of small items which we were allowed to open first thing, I think it allowed her a bit longer in bed.
When we finally got up and went down stairs, mum always insisted on us having breakfast and clearing up before opening any more presents. That done we raced from the kitchen in to the room with the tree and presents. Everything was going fine when mum handed Mary a present from Aunty Emma, which turned out to be a pair of boy’s leather gloves.
“It looks like aunty got the labels mixed up” I said.
“Maybe not” said mum, “she knows Mary is a bit of tomboy.” Mary was obviously pleased with them. A short while later mum handed me my present from our aunt. When I opened it up I realised my initial comment was correct. Inside was a pink nylon petticoat with a white lace trimmed bodice and inch deep lace on the hem. Also there were two pairs of matching pink knickers with three rows of white lace across the back.
“See, I said aunty got the labels mixed up, these are obviously meant for you.” I held them out for Mary to take but she didn’t.
“She knows I’m a tomboy so maybe she thinks you’re a sissy, you would look very sweet in those.”
“I’m not wearing these!”
“Well neither am I. Look at them, only toddlers or babies wear frilly knickers like those, I’m not the baby round here. I’m going to keep my gloves.” Before we could continue mum said
“That’s enough from both of you. We’ll sort this out later, I don’t want any arguing on Christmas day. Daniel, just put them with the rest of your presents for now. Reluctantly I did so, whilst my sister sat there with a big grin on her face.
During the afternoon as my sister was chatting to her friend on the phone, I went to mum to ask her about the underwear.
“Mum, the underwear that Aunty Emma sent, it must be for Mary so can we just swap the presents over, or at least phone Aunty Emma?”
“Well, for a start I am not phoning your aunt, it would seem that we didn’t appreciate the effort she went to get each of you a present. As for swapping them, you can as long as you both agree to it.”
“But mum…”
“No buts. You both agree to swap or keep what you’ve got, period.” I knew, more by mum’s tone of voice than what she had said that she wouldn’t change her mind. I also knew that Mary would insist on keeping my gloves, but when she got off of the phone I decided to try.
“Mary could we please swap Aunty Emma’s presents? She obviously got the labels mixed up.”
“She probably did” replied Mary “because for the last three years I have had similarly frilly and childish underwear from her which mum has insisted I wear. So no I won’t swap, you always get the decent presents, so this year I do. I can’t wait to see you wearing your frillies.”
“I’m not wearing girls’ underwear!”
“You’ve still got those frilly panties that I gave you so you do wear girl’s underwear.”
“Well I‘m not wearing the new stuff.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that” laughed Mary.
As it approached New Year mum told us that we had to write our thank you letters, mum always insisted we did that during Christmas week saying that it showed that we appreciated the gifts by writing soon after Christmas.
I had written all my letters except the one to Aunty Emma. What was I to say? As Mary had refused to swap presents, the frilly underwear was still in my draw, well hidden under everything else. I’d be a laughing stock if any of my friends found out. It was bad enough when I had to wear the frilly panties that I got from my sister but managed to avoid anyone at school finding out about them so far.
Eventually I managed to write the letter to Aunty Emma with veiled references to her present rather than actually mentioning that I had ended up with the frilly underwear. I knew Mary would be thanking her for the gloves, my gloves so that aunty would know what I had but I couldn’t bring myself to say so, even in a letter.
I gave the letters to mum which she read through and all was okay until she came to the one for Aunty Emma.
“You’ll have to rewrite this letter to Aunty Emma. You haven’t mentioned how pretty your new underwear is.”
“Mum, it’s not mine it should be Mary’s. Aunty will think I‘m a sissy if I thank her for frilly knickers.” It was no good, I might just as well be talking to a brick wall. Mum then dictated the beginning of my letter making sure I included
‘Thank you very much for my pretty petticoat and knickers. They are lovely and silky with lots of pretty lace and I look forward to wearing them.'
I tried to complain but mum would not compromise. Subsequently the letter was sent to Aunty Mary and I shuddered to think of what her reaction would be. Mary had managed to see the letter and thought it was hilarious and teased me about my new underwear. Fortunately despite her efforts she could not persuade mum to insist on my wearing them but she did get her to make me wear the Party dress form her last party, in fact mum had me wear it a number of times when she punished me occasionally with nappies on instead of the panties.
It was a couple of days later that we all found out my aunts view. Mum answered the phone whilst Mary and I were in the next room listening.
“Hello Emma, that’s alright, you know I always like them to write them quickly. I think it shows respect.” After a pause she continued “Yes, well we suspected as much but as they both wanted to keep the presents they opened so I decided to let them.” When I realised what she was saying I felt I had to say something but before I could move Mary pounced on me pinning me to the sofa and placed her hand over my mouth.
“You are not going to spoil my fun by disputing mums comments. By the time mum’s finished aunty will probably think you are a sissy. She’ll be right too” she laughed. Struggle as I might I was no match for Mary and she knew it, in truth it had been this way for the last few years. I should explain. Having been born prematurely I have always been smaller than kids of my age whilst Mary takes after mum and is big built. By the time she was five she was as big as I was and by six bigger and loved to bully me about. Mostly by persuading mum to do things that embarrass or humiliate me or as now by preventing me from giving the true version of events. Unfortunately due to dad’s leaving her, mum went along with most of Mary’s suggestions.
“Yes Emma, I was surprised but he has always been a bit girly, just look at the bibs he wears” continued mum. This was most unfair as mum insisted I wear them and I was never allowed any bibs other than my sisters old ones and new ones she bought which were also meant for baby girls. “I’m sure he would wear them so that you can see them on him” I didn’t want this but Mary was still keeping me pinned down. It got worse. “Oh that’s no problem, I sure we can find a pretty dress or two from Mary’s wardrobe. Yes he is older than her but she’s bigger than he is.”
“What a lucky pansy you are, getting to wear my old dresses” whispered my sister “I know just what pretty dresses of mine you can try on, I’ll even let you keep them. Mind you I know that there more than two frilly ones and I’m going to make you try them all on” she added giggling. Meanwhile mums phone call was getting worse.
“If you want to, Jane and Kirsty’s dresses are very frilly and he would look sweet in them. Well I leave it up to you but we’ll see you on Sunday, bye.” She hung up the phone. Mum came back with a smile on her face, Mary had released me before mum could see what she had been doing.
I should explain about Jane and Kirsty who lived next door to Aunty Emma, they were twins of the same age as I was. The problem was that their mum always dressed them as if they were going to a fancy party even for playing in the garden, that is, their dresses were in pastel colours either plain or floral but always with lots of lace, ribbons and bows. Most girls I knew would not be seen dead in them but now my aunt was suggesting borrowing some for me to wear.
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Sorry for the delay, I hope you will think it is worth it. LS.
Part 8
It was the following morning, after breakfast, that mum called us both upstairs.
“Mary can you go and find a couple of dresses that you think will fit Daniel?”
“Okay mum. Should I get some undies so that he can save his for when aunty comes?” I tried to object.
“Quiet Daniel” mum said “that’s very kind of you, yes please.” Mary disappeared with a big grin. “Now Daniel in to your room and strip off.”
“Please mum...”
“Be quiet and do as you’re told. We need to find out which dress suits you the best in case your aunt doesn’t bring any of Jane’s or Kirsty’s.” Reluctantly I went and stripped down to my boxers. I heard some comments and laughter coming from my sister’s bedroom that was next to mine. Then mum joined me carrying some underwear of Mary’s followed by Mary herself with at least five dresses which she laid on the cot. I said a couple of dresses Mary.”
“I know mum but I have outgrown all these and if they fit Daniel he might as well get some use out of them.”
“Okay that’s a good idea” said mum, silencing me with a look. “Now put these on Daniel” mum said holding out a pair of panties “Mary says they’re a bit small for her so they should fit you.” I couldn’t believe the panties that mum was handing me to wear, they were pale pink printed with little rosebuds with lace trimming round the leg holes and three rows across the seat and they looked brand new.
I can’t wear those mum” I complained.
Of course you can Daniel they’re no more girly than the ones you’ll be wearing tomorrow for Aunty Emma so put them on now. “
“You’re not going to watch are you?”
“You silly little sissy, Mary and I used to see your little baby bits every night when we pinned your nappy on. Now get those boxers off now and put your frilly panties on unless you’d prefer to spend the day in nappies instead.” I took them and having removed my boxers pulled them in to place.
“See a perfect fit” giggled Mary “I’ll let you keep them as they’re too small for me.” I declined to answer knowing I would end up with them no matter what I said. Mum then produced a very frilly petticoat with about four layers all heavily trimmed with lace and pulled it into place adjusting the shoulder straps to make it fit properly; all the while Mary was standing there with a big smile on her face especially as she was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
“Well it seems to fit you perfectly but now we need to try the dresses on you.”
The first dress Mary lifted up was a deep purple colour with multi-coloured flowers embroidered across the bodice. The round collar was trimmed with white lace which matched that on the hem and at the end of the sleeves where that were gathered at the wrists. Whilst very girly it did not look as bad as a couple of others on the bed – not that I wanted to wear a dress at all but if I had to this might be the least worse of the options. Mum unzipped the dress and told me to put my arms up as she lowered it over my head. I slipped my arms through and mum attempted to do up the zip. I turned out I was too large and had to remove it. I was happy as it meant that they might all be a similar size and I wouldn’t have to wear one.
The next dress was in lemon yellow, a similar colour to the party dress I had had to wear at Mary’s party which fortunately I had also grown too big for. This dress had small puffed sleeves trimmed with lace, the skirt was in the three tiers each one being circled with matching lace. I lifted my arms as mum requested and it slid down at which point I realised it had two layers of petticoats sewn in making the dress stand out even more. It got worse as this time mum was able to do the zip up all the way and then proceeded to tie a sash around my waist and in to a big bow at the back.
“That does look pretty” Daniel said mother leading me over to the full length mirror. I looked in horror at the little girl reflected in the mirror and the fact that the sewn in petticoats were long enough to display their lace trimming below the dresses hem.
“You look just like I did a few years ago when I last wore that dress” giggled Mary “all sweet and girly. Still there are others to try on.” They removed the dress and to my annoyance hung it in my wardrobe. “There‘s no point in hanging it mine as it’s too small for me now” said Mary when I complained. There was still a further three dresses on the bed and I noticed that none of them were blue, Mary had obviously chosen these colours she had with the specific intent of embarrassing me to the full.
The next dress was white with small rosebuds printed all over it. There was a collar of broderie anglais which also trimmed the long puffy sleeves forming a ruffle that tickled my hands. As mum did up the dress and tied the wide pink sash in to a large bow at the back I looked down to see about an inch of lace on the petticoat showing.
“Mum it’s too short, you can see the petticoat.”
“Little toddler’s dresses often show there pretty petties” giggled Mary which made mum smile.
“That’s true and it fits you so well as well” mum added. So as before I was undressed and the dress hung up in my wardrobe.
The last dress was in bright pink satin with dark pink roses embroidered across the bodice. I t had a built in lace trimmed petticoat which was visible in places as at intervals around the hem the dress was gathered up, each gather surmounted by a rose in the same pink satin as the dress. The same lace trimmed the collar and puffed sleeves which ended just above the elbows. Unfortunately the dress fitted fine and mum tied the wide white ribbon sash in to a big bow again.
“He really looks sweet in that dress mummy” said Mary with a smile “can he wear that one tomorrow?”
“Not this one please, I look like a two year old in a bridesmaids dress” I complained.
“You do” agreed num “but I think Emma will love seeing you in it.” Mum looked at me daring me to complain again, the threat of the rest of the day in nappies still there.
“Goody” giggled Mary.
“Okay” said mum “Let’s get it off so you don’t mess it up before tomorrow.” I was relieved to be finally getting out of a dress and back in to my clothes, although I suppose four of the dresses were mine now. Mum hung up the dress in my wardrobe but stooped me as I went to remove the petticoat. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to get dressed.”
“Don’t be silly, here put this on.” To my horror she pulled out the white dress with flowers on and held it out to me.
“Can’t I wear my clothes mum?”
“This is yours and as your already wearing the undies to go with it you can wear it for the rest of the day.”
“But mum…”
“But nothing, now if you don’t to wear a nappy put this dress on.” I realised she was serious sot to my sister’s delight I pulled it over my head allowing my sister to do up the zip and tie the sash into a bow.
“There all sweet and girly” she said. Mum then ushered us both downstairs making sure I took my doll downstairs. Yes after the time mum dressed me up a few years ago to play dollies with Mary I had been given one of my own and whenever mum makes me wear a dress I have to carry it around with me.
We arrived downstairs and I was made to sit on the floor a play with the doll. Sitting down just made the protruding petticoat hem even more obvious. I feigned interest in the doll enough to satisfy them whilst Mary watched some girly program until lunchtime.
“Mary can you find a pinny for Daniel I don’t want him spilling anything on his dress” mum called from the kitchen.
“Okay mum. Well” she said turning to me with a smile “I wonder what pretty girly pinny I can find for my sissy brother to wear?” She went over to the draw which held her pinny’s but ignored the ones she usually wore as being ‘too plain’ for a sissy. She then pulled out a whit apron which did not seem too bad until she opened it out. To start with it had a lace trimmed frill all round including the shoulder straps and across the skirt part was an elaborate spray of embroidered flowers with a small flower embroidered on the two small pockets. “Isn’t this pretty and so feminine. I hardly wore it was far too girly so you could get a lot of use out of it, here let me put it on you.” Knowing it was useless to argue I stood as she put the pinny on me tying the ties in a big floppy bow before leading me in to the kitchen for lunch.
“That is a pretty pinny Daniel and it really suits you” mum said causing Mary to giggle. Lunch finished and mum insisted I help clear up as I was obviously dressed for housework, well I suppose it was better than playing with that doll. Mum actually had me spend most of the afternoon helping her while Mary sat down watching television until she decided that we should get tea ready.
We had had tea and it was about six o’clock when mum decided I should go to bed. I was annoyed as my usual bedtime was seven which I thought was too early, I was eleven years old after all not eleven months.
“I’ve had enough of your complaints all day, we’ve given you lovely outfits to wear and pretty frilly underwear and all day you’ve been moaning. You better have nicer manners tomorrow when Emma comes or you’ll go over my knee for a bare bottom spanking in front of her and your sister.” I could see mum was serious so stayed silent. “Now upstairs do your teeth and strip off and I’ll be up to get you ready for bed.” Yes she still did get me ready for bed on occasions though less rarely now as I no longer wore nappies to bed every night, except when I was being punished. I was concerned that this might be one of those nights, a fear that was confirmed when mum entered my room and opened the draw in which she still insisted I keep nappies and baby panties. She approached the bed laying out three thick nappies before telling me to lay down on them. She lavishly powdered me with baby powder not just on my bottom but chest as well. “There now my sissy baby smells so babyish” causing Mary to giggle. She pulled the nappy between my legs, paused then pulled it back then going over to the draw again returning with another nappy. “Baby’s going to be in a bed a long time tonight so we need to make sure his nappies are thick enough. She then folded the nappy and added it as a soaker down the middle of the nappy. When she pulled it between my legs I noticed how extra bulky the layer between my legs was due to the addition. Mum pinned my nappy on using pins with little pink bunny fasteners pointing out how babyish they looked.
“Mary do you think you can find a pair of baby panties for our little sissy? Any pair will do.”
“Of course mum.” Mary opened the draw and started looking through the various panties. “Here we are mum.” I looked to see Mary holding up a pair of pink plastic panties almost totally covered in white lace, to make it worse it crackled loudly as she shook it open. Mum took them with a smile and told me to lift my legs over which she then pulled the panties finally pulling them over the nappy ensuring that it was all inside the panties.
“Now for baby’s nighty.” I was confused as it was on the end of my bed. My confusion ended when I saw the nighty she had picked out for me, it was only used when mummy decided I had been really naughty. It was in pink floral nylon and long enough to contain both legs this was so mummy could pull the drawstrings she had added so making it almost impossible to get out of bed. An additional refinement she added was to sew the end the long sleeves into fingerless mittens with ribbon ties around the wrists making my hands useless. Also since I reached puberty she added some loops on the chest so that she could attach my wrists to them so that I did not get up to anything ‘naughty’. “Sit up baby let’s get your nighty on you.” They both giggled as I not only had trouble sitting up in such a thick nappy but at the loud crackling noise made by the plastic panties. She lowered the nighty over my head and I pushed my hands to the end of the sleeves. “Can you tie baby mittens on please Mary?” asked mum.
“No problem mum” she replied looking at me. I held my hands out as expected and watched as she expertly tied them in to a double bow, easy enough to undo if your hands are free but otherwise quite secure.
“Okay let’s get you into your bed.” I went to change position so that I was in the bed rather than on it when I felt mummy pick me up and carry me over to the cot and place me in it.
“Mum…”
“Forget it” she said “you’re dressed like a baby you can sleep in your cot like a baby.” She then tied the drawstring bottom of the nighty tightly imprisoning my legs in to it then secured my hands to the front of my nighty. “Mary look after baby for me I’ll be back shortly” and then left my room. Mary sat on the edge of my cot looking at me with a smile.
“Well baby back in your cot, you should have just accepted your frillies and maybe you’d be in your bed. Just think you can’t even enjoy yourself with your hands tied to your chest.” She then placed her hand on my nappy covered crotch and started rubbing. Despite the thickness of the nappy I could feel the pressure and started to respond. “Does baby like that?” I just nodded remembering mum’s warning against speaking. Mary speeded up and could tell I was getting very excited. “Would ickle sissy baby like me to make her do squirties?” I nodded getting closer to the point of no return. She continued a little while longer then stopped. “Well little baby girls can’t do squirties even little sissy babies like you” she giggled leaving me hard and frustrated. Before I could risk saying anything I heard mum returning.
“Has she been a good girl?”
“Yes mum she’s not said a single word, just lay there.”
“Good. Here we are baby a nice bottle of milk for you to drink, let Mary put his bib on you first.” She handed Mary one of the frilliest bibs I owned trimmed with pink lace and the words ‘Sissy Baby’ embroidered across it, she had a friend make it for me. Her friend was most amused and delivered it person so she could see me wearing it. Once on Mary picked up the bottle and forced it in to my mouth holding it there until I had drunk it all. “Good girl” mum said now get some sleep you have a busy day tomorrow and I don’t want to hear another sound out of you until the morning when I come in, understood?” I just nodded making mum smile. She was just about to raise the side of the cot when Mary said
“Just a minute mum” and went across to one of the draws and returned with a pink dummy with a loop of pink ribbon through it which she looped over my head pushing the dummy in my mouth.
“Excellent” mum said “and you had better be suc-king it in the morning when I come in.” They both then left giggling.
It took a while to get to sleep thinking of the further humiliation I was to suffer tomorrow but finally nodded off.
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Part 9 The morning of Aunty Emma’s Visit
“Morning baby” said mum opening the curtains wide and letting the sunshine in. “Has baby managed to stay dry overnight?” I took the dummy out of my mouth, disturbingly I must have been suc-king it all night, and replied
“No mummy.” Well what did she expect, it was gone seven o’clock and I had been in the cot about thirteen hours after being fed a large bottle of formula?
“Never mind let’s get you out and get you some breakfast. I’ll change after that as I want you to have a bath.” She untied me and helped me off with the nighty before handing me my Barbie dressing gown which I got from Mary. It seemed that some of the more childish things that Mary got mum to buy her were rarely used before being passed on, like she had me in mind when she got them. If mum realised this she certainly did not stop her. I went down to the kitchen and was dismayed to see a babies bottle full of milk next to my cereal bowl but decided it might be wise to say nothing in case mum made me use it when aunty Emma arrived.
With breakfast finished Mary dashed off upstairs and mum took me to her en-suite bathroom where she undressed me, slapping my hands away when I attempted to help her. Once naked I got in to the bath smelling heavily of roses where to my embarrassment mum began to wash me.
“I want to make sure my little girl is all clean and smelling girly” she said as if in answer to my frown at the smell and having her wash me. I said nothing hoping I could stay out of trouble today as I certainly didn’t want to get a bare bottom spanking in front of my aunt, and of course my sister but it wouldn’t be the first time she witnessed it. Once mum seemed happy that I was clean enough she got me out of the bath and dried me before dusting me with talc that matched the bath and shampoo scent of roses.
“Okay Danni into your bedroom now.” I cringed as I had always hated being called Danny but I could almost hear the change in spelling to the girl’s version. Laid out on the bed was the underwear that Aunty Emma had sent for Mary that I had ended up with. Fortunately mum allowed me to dress myself just making a slight adjustment to the shoulder straps of the petticoat once it was on. I was thankful that at least this petticoat did not have all the layers of the one I had worn yesterday until I saw the waist slip that mum brought in.
“You will need this as well, as the petticoat from Emma is only a single layer and your dress needs a bit more bulk.” She then got me to step in to the slip and settled it about my waist. I thought ‘at least it was the same length so hopefully none would show below the dress’ when I suddenly remembered the hem of the dress displayed it’s built in petticoat. Finally satisfied that my underwear was in place correctly mum went over to the wardrobe and removed the dress, opening it up and placed it over my head as I pushed my arms in to the sleeve holes. It was as bad as I remembered from yesterday’s short try on and the thought of having to wear it all day long and in front of my aunt was daunting.
“Okay stay here I have a few other bits to get for you” mum said disappearing to reappear shortly with a box and a few other items which she put on my bed. “Now for your feet, aren’t these pretty?” I looked in disbelief as she held up a pair of lace trimmed ankle socks, the lace being pink like the dress.”
“Mum can’t I wear my socks please?”
“Of course not little girls don’t wear boys’ socks and any way these came with the dress.”
“But there new, they’ve still got the tags on.”
“Yes they were far too girly for Mary, she never wore lacy ankle socks even as a toddler when other girls were.” She placed them on my feet as I couldn’t see them due to the mass of petticoats and then placed the box down and put the shoes on my feet as well without showing them to me. “Now to sort out your hair.”
“My hair’s fine mum.”
“Not for a little girl it isn’t and stop complaining unless you want to be spanked.” I shut up, it didn’t make any difference what I said but it didn’t mean I had to like it. I did complain though when after parting it in the middle and brushing it out, she started to plait it but this turned out to be a mistake. “Okay sweetheart I won’t plait your hair.” Mum then proceeded to brush out the plait she had started and then pull it together on one side it to high on my head tying it in to bunches. I opened my moth to complain.
“Don’t bother” mum said “you complained about plaits so you can have it bunches like a really little girl.” Having gathered it together she tied it tight with a pink ribbon in a big bow and then proceeded to repeat it on the other side. She then stepped back turning me to face her and beamed a big smile. “You look just gorgeous, let me show you.” With that she took my hand and led me in to her bedroom where there was a full length mirror. I looked with a mixture of disbelief and horror at the reflection before me, surely it couldn’t be me. Reflected in the mirror was my face but the rest was bedecked out like a two year old toddler going to a very fancy party, the bunches adding to my childish appearance. I wanted to scream and shout but knew I would be spanked once my aunt arrived and probably be put in nappies at least until tomorrow if not longer.
“You make a very cute toddler” giggled mum “now go and join your sister while I get dressed and don’t you dare mess it up or remove anything you’re dressed in.” I left wishing I could rip it all off and run away but instead had to go and join my sister whose laughter outdid anything she had done before.
“Well, look at the toddler bridesmaid, mum’s really outdone herself this time. Just wait until Aunty Emma sees my two year old sister.”
Mary was right as bad as her teasing was I knew it was likely to get worse when Aunty Emma arrived and I was desperately hoping that she did not have any of the twins’ dresses. I then heard mum coming down the stairs but before she arrived the front doorbell rang.
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Part 10 Aunty Emma arrives
As she went to answer the door Mary rushed out to join her, I just stayed where I was.
“Hello Emma so nice to see you” said mum.
“No problem, I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Hello aunty” added Mary with barely concealed excitement.
“My how you’ve grown such a nice young lady. But where’s my other niece?” she asked causing giggles from both mum and Mary.
“He’s in the other room but let me take your coat first.” That done Mary led our aunt in to the lounge where I was standing wishing the ground would swallow me up.”
”Well aren’t you a cute little girl? Well aren’t you going to give your aunty a cuddle?” Not knowing what else to do I went over and gave her a hug. “That’s better” she said surprisingly patting my backside causing me to give a worried look wondering what she was up to. “Don’t look so worried I was checking to see if such a little looking girl was potty trained or not but it seems as if you are.”
“He’s only recently been out of nappies at night” grinned Mary making me go red with embarrassment.
“Well some little girl’s take longer than others.”
“I’m not a girl” I insisted causing them all to laugh.
“Of course you’re not added aunty” pulling me on to her lap. “But there are only two types of people who would wear an outfit like you have on and those are little girls or sissies.” I began to object but she placed a finger over my lips. “Shush” she said “I’m sure it’s not the first time you have been called a sissy is it?” She paused until I nod shook still not able to speak with her finger in place. “You just need to accept the fact.” Before I could stop myself as I had had enough by then I broke away saying
“I’m not a sissy, I am a boy and I don’t want to wear these clothes.”
“No boy would allow himself to be dressed like that, he would rather put up with spankings and the like, so you are…”
“I’m not a sissy!” Mum was getting annoyed but did nothing as a smile appeared on auntie’s face.
“Alright then. But seeing as it is such a nice day why don’t we go for a walk to the park, then perhaps we’ll find out if your friends think you are a boy, girl or sissy, would you like that?”
“No aunty please don’t take me there it would be too embarrassing.”
“And they would call you what?”
“A sissy.”
“Exactly.” She then turned to mum. “Did you mention a cup of tea?”
“Yes Emma I’ll go and put the kettle on. Danni come and give me a hand.” I followed mum out to the kitchen where she put the kettle on before turning to me. “You my boy… sorry sissy are skating on thin ice. Any more outbursts like before and you will get that bare bottom spanking I promised you, now get out two cups and saucers and then check what your sister wants to drink. I did so and Mary wanted coke which I also requested. I finished setting the tray as mum put the teapot on it. “Here put this on then you can take the tray in, I’ll bring yours and Mary’s drinks.” I looked up to see the apron I had worn yesterday and allowed mum to put it on me, her spanking threat fresh in my ears. I took it in to the amusement of Mary and Aunt Emma.
“How sweet you Danni, the proper little sissy housewife.” I ignored my aunt’s comment and placed the tray on the coffee table. I heard giggles from Mary as mum entered with a glass of coke for Mary and a pink plastic feeder beaker of what turned out to be milk for me. I took it realising that I was very close to a spanking. Mum and aunty chatted generally as they drank their tea finally finishing and turning their attention back to me.
“The reason I came today” began aunty Emma “was to see my little nephew in her pretty frilly undies and I haven’t seen them yet. Come here Danni.” Reluctantly I got up fro the floor where mum had insisted I sit to drink my milk and approached her. “Now lift up your dress and pinny.” I did so. “That is a pretty petticoat but it’s not the one I sent you is it?”
“No grandma.”
“It used to be one of mine grandma, Danni needs it for this and her other dresses to make them hang correctly so I said he could keep it” said Mary.
“Do you mean he has got more dresses?” asked Aunty Mary.
“Oh yes aunty” replied Mary gleefully “mummy and I had him try on some that I had outgrown and he now has three others apart from that one.”
“Well I’ll have to have a look at those later.” She then leaned forward and lifted up the layers of the slip to display the petticoat that should have been Mary’s. “There we are a pretty frilly petticoat and it seems to fit you perfectly.”
“You’re right Emma” said mum “it’s almost like it was meant for him just like the knickers.”
“Yes let’s have a look at her knickers.” Aunty lifted the hem to expose my panties “you’re right those frilly panties fit him perfectly, you’d hardly know she was a boy.” That said to my horror she placed her hand on the front of the panties cupping my genitals. “Not a lot here is there?” she asked me. I could not answer as I had nothing to compare it against.
“It’s not that small” I answered eliciting grins from mum and my aunt.
“Not for a two year old toddler” giggled my aunt. It got worse as I started to tear up with all frustration of not being able to scream and shout like I wanted to. This was not missed by my aunt. “Oh don’t cry sissy, I’m sure it will get bigger in time.”
“It’s alright to cry actually” said my sister “sissies do it all the time it’s only boys who don’t cry.” This brought smiles to all their faces.
“You’re right Mary and I have just the thing for a sissy cry baby.” She opened her purse and withdrew a dainty lace trimmed hanky. “Here you are dry those tears.” I attempted to do so but the hanky wasn’t very big and smelled of perfume which didn’t seem to help. I then offered it back to her. “No thank you dear you can keep it sissies always like feminine hankies and a perfumed lace hanky is so suitable.”
“You’re right aunty, he already has six lace hankies” said Mary “in fact he even sewed the lace on to them himself.”
“Did she now? Well all sissies should learn to sew as well as other chores and things round the house. Do you have those hankies on you Danni?”
“No aunty, they are in my draw upstairs.”
“Well let’s pop up there shall we and you can show them to me and your dresses at the same time.” The last thing I wanted was aunty poking around in my room but we all ended going up and in to it. “what a pretty room, any prissy girl would love a room like this, I especially like the ballerina’s on the wallpaper and the pretty pink carpet. Do you really sleep in this canopied bed Danni?”
“Yes aunty.”
“I bet you feel just like a fairy princess.” They all laughed at that comment. I hated the room, it had been my sisters when she was a lot younger and when she grew tired of it’s prissiness she asked mum if she could have my room as it was larger and she needed more space. Needless to say she got her way despite my protests in fact she inherited a number of other items of such as my stereo system and portable television. When I objected mum told me to stop complaining and said it was a fair swap as Mary was giving me her canopied bed, some dolls and cuddly toys. She told me to be quiet when I attempted to tell her I didn’t want them. I opened my mouth but thought better of it when I saw the look on especially when mum said “one more word and you’ll sleep in the cot tonight instead.” I said nothing but later that day another problem arose and I did end up sleeping in the cot with reins to secure me in to it.
“Still where are these pretty hankies of yours?” Without waiting for an answer she approached my chest of draws and just happened to open the one in which mum still made me keep nappies, frilly plastic lined panties and other baby items. “I thought Mary said you didn’t wear nappies any more?”
“She did” mum answered “ I make Danni keep those for when he’s naughty and make him wear them, that’s why the cot is still in here as she uses that at the same time.”
“How cute. It’s a pity you’re being so good today it would have been fun to see you in your nappies.”
“My hankies are here” I said, wanting to distract her from the baby stuff, opening another draw forgetting temporarily it also held my frilly panties I had inherited from my sister.
“I see you really like girly knickers and very frilly ones at that” said my aunt picking a frilly pink pair with a giggle.
“Yes he wears those everyday that he doesn’t have games” said Mary unhelpfully “she even sewed her name in them. My aunt then picked up the hankies.
“These are really pretty but why are they all in your draw? Sissies should always have a couple with them.” She then placed two in the pocket on the front of Mary’s pinny that I still had on.
“Oh look at the time” said mum “I need to get on with lunch.”
“Danni seeing as you already have your pinny on why don’t you go and help your mum?” suggested aunty Emma. I was going to complain when she continued “I am sure Mary can show me your other girly things.”
“Of course aunty” agreed Mary with a smile.
“That’s settled then come along Danni” agreed mum grabbing my hand and leaving my room. I dreaded what my sister would be telling my aunt and indeed while I was helping mum I heard occasional giggles and laughter from my bedroom.
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PART 11 : The afternoon wit Aunty Emma
I had just finished setting the table when mum called to Aunty Emma and Mary that lunch was ready. A few moments later they arrived in the dining room.
“That looks nice” said Aunty Emma as she sat down. Mary put on her apron which was much plainer than the one she had got out for me to wear the day before and joined us.
“Well tuck in then” said mum and we sorted out what we wanted.
“Danni certainly has lots of pretty girly stuff in her room” Aunty Emma said “I think she must like it.”
“I don’t! I hate wearing girly things I am a boy and I should be treated like one. I don’t want Marys hand me downs and mum just does whatever Mary wants to humiliate me. It’s NOT FAIR!” Well that’s what I wanted to shout but what was the point? The only change that would be happen would be that I would end up with a very sore backside and probably have to go without lunch, I could already see mum watching me for any outburst. So I said nothing, they would believe what they wanted to anyway.
“I really liked that flowery dress she’s got do you think I could see her in it this afternoon?” aunty asked.
“Of course Emma I’ll get her changed after she cleaned up the lunch things” mum answered. Great I thought more humiliation although after what I had been through that morning I couldn’t see it getting any worse, boy was I wrong.
“Thank you. Any way Danni I certainly have been able to get a few ideas what to buy you for your birthday and this time there’ll be no mix up in who they’re for. I should have realised that Mary was too big for such frilly underwear but we haven’t seen each other for a while and she has grown up a lot. So Danni what’s it like having your younger sister being bigger and from the look of it more grown up than you?” This caused Mary to smirk.
“He love’s it really though he probably won’t admit it” said Mary, still I didn’t have to answer it as mum interrupted us with something she had wanted to ask aunty.
We eventually finished lunch and they all left me to clear up. Usually Mary would have to help but today she too left and as mum said nothing I didn’t think I could. I didn’t mind too much as the longer it took the later I would have to change but with everything going in to the dishwasher I finished far too quickly for my liking. I was just shaking the table cloth out when mum returned.
“Good job, now we need to get you changed.”
“Do we have to mum?”
“Yes so come along.” I reluctantly followed her to my room. She removed the apron and dress and surprisingly the puffy waist slip as well but only hung up the dress. She then asked me to lie down on the bed.
“Why mum?”
“Just do as you’re told.” I did so and was so surprised when she started to remove the knickers aunty had given me (well Mary but you know what I mean) that I sat up again.
“Mum?”
“Lay back, your aunty said this morning that she would like to see you in your nappies and I don’t see why she shouldn’t.”
“Please mum don’t do this.”
“You are going to wear them but I‘ll make a deal with you, if you stay dry until bedtime I won’t make you wear them to bed alright?” Not really I thought but it was the best I was likely to get so agreed and lay down. She pinned me in to thick pink terry nappies knowing it would cause me to waddle but I hoped the dress would hide it. I was dismayed to see that she had picked up one the frilliest pairs of plastic lined panties not only because of al the frills but because they had been around for a while and were getting very loud whenever I moved. Mums look dared me to complain. Once that was sorted out she stood me up and replaced the frilly waist slip and retrieved the dress from my wardrobe. It had not improved any since I had tried it on yesterday and mum slipped over my head, zipping it up and in place before tying the bright pink sash around the middle. I assumed that I was ready but mum stopped me before I could, go.
“Just a few little bits and pieces dear before you go.” Mum then replaced my pink ribbons with those that matched the dress and to my horror picked up the Sissy baby’ embroidered bib that I had worn yesterday.
“Mum can’t I wear a less frilly bib please.”
“No, aunty already knows you’re a sissy and in nappies that makes you a sissy baby now no more complaints or I’ll get you a dummy to suc-k as well.” Seeming satisfied she led me over to a mirror to show me what I looked like. Despite hating how I looked I certainly did appear to be a baby girl or at best a little toddler. Taking my hand she then lead me downstairs to where Mary and Aunty Emma were waiting, on arriving mum pushed me ahead of her in to the room.
“Oh sweetheart you look gorgeous, come to aunty” said Aunty Emma holding out her arms to me. I went after a nudge from mum who was still standing behind me. When I got close to my aunt she lifted me up as if I weighed nothing and once again I found myself sitting on her lap. “that’s such a pretty bib you have on but why are you wearing it?”
“Tell aunty why I put a bib on you Danielle” demanded mum. I was shocked at her calling me Danielle but knew what mum expected me to say.
“Mummy put a bib on me because…” I really didn’t want to say but one look at mum forced me to go on. “….because I’m wearing a nappy.” I heard Mary giggle but my aunt just looked at me.
“Were you a naughty little girl upstairs little miss sissy?”
“No she was good it was just as you expressed an interest in seeing her in them I thought I’d let you.”
“Thank you dear” she replied before her attention back to me. “Well why don’t we have a peek at baby’s nappies. Lift up your dress and petties sissy.” I knew I had no choice but that didn’t make it any less humiliating so I followed her request displaying first the ultra frilly baby panties mum had put me in. “You’re so cute, these are gorgeous frilly baby panties but I want to see if you’re wet.” Before I could stop her she pushed two fingers into the leg hole of my panties and under the nappy. I squealed with surprise causing them all to giggle. “Still dry well I wonder how long that will last?”
“If she doesn’t last till bedtime she’ll be sleeping in nappies” mum commented.
“Well if you decide you want to use them let me know I’d love the chance to change them.” At this point Mary disappeared only to reappear shortly holding a couple of doll’s and their clothes.
“Why don’t you show aunty how nicely you play with you dollies” she smiled. Reluctant as I was I knew better than to refuse but before I could get off auntie’s lap Mary handed her a pink dummy. “I think baby forgot her dummy aunty would you like to get her to ask for it?” At that point I really hated Mary, even mum hadn’t made me use the dummy although I knew I would get no help from her if I refused, aunty just smiled taking the proffered dummy.
“Well baby this is a pretty dummy so I know you would love to be able to suc-k it wouldn’t you?”
“Yes aunty.”
“Well I want you to ask for it stating how suitable it is for a big sissy baby like you.” I was shocked at what she expected me to do, it was embarrassing enough without having to do that. In the end it took me three goes before she was satisfied and she finally pushed it between my lips.
“Good girl” she said as the others laughed finally letting me get off her lap and on to the floor where Mary had placed the dolls. I ended up changing all their clothes at least twice much to everyone’s amusement. “Aunty did you bring any of the twin’s dresses for sissy to try on?” said Mary at a pause in the conversation, well their conversation as I wanted to say nothing while suc-king my dummy.
“No dear I couldn’t, it seems the family have gone away for a while. It was such a shame. Although when they’re back perhaps you should come over and I’ll invite the twins over and we could have a fashion show starring our sissy baby.”
“Yes please aunty” replied Mary enthusiastically. Fortunately for me this never happened as it turned out that thy had moved rather than being on holiday. It seemed being in the forces their father could be moved very rapidly.
“I was still playing with dolls at about four o’clock when Aunty Emma said that she should be getting going as it was already getting dark so we all said good bye as she gave us each a hug, mine involving a nappy check. “Still dry, well never mind, perhaps next time.” Once she left we went back inside and mum started to get stuff ready for tea before calling us to the table. To my embarrassment and Mary’s amusement my food was cut in to small pieces and put in a Barbie bowl beside which was a large baby’s bottle of milk. I had not intended drinking much so that I could stay dry which would now be difficult. As it turned out I only lasted until seven o’clock about half an hour before my current bedtime. True to her word, as usual, I went to bed, well cot, in the nighty I had had to wear last night once she and Mary had changed my nappy. It was bad enough being put in to a nappy but was extra humiliating when Mary was allowed to help. They finally left to leave me to get to sleep. This did not happen quickly as the thought of my aunt’s view of me and wondering what baby girlish things I would receive for my birthday but eventually drifted off.
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Part 12 Another Christmas
It was approaching Christmas when I was twelve when we found out that Aunty April’s husband was going to have to go abroad for work. He tried to get out of it but to no avail. Mum then decided to invite her and her two girls to come to us for Christmas. Aunty April, as mum said we had to call her, wasn’t a real Aunt but had been an old friend of mums for many years. She readily agreed and said she and the two girls would love to come, her daughters being Alison who was six and Vicky who was four. I wasn’t over impressed with this arrangement but at eleven and still being treated as the youngest member of the family I was not consulted. It was not that I disliked the girls and Mary got on well with them it was just they were a bit young for me. This coupled with the fact that Alison was old enough to remember when I was still using bibs and wearing nappies to bed, well as I had mentioned, I had been forced to wear them until just after my tenth birthday.
Well they arrived the week before Christmas and we settled down to a routine with all of us getting a bit excited especially aunties daughters who still believed in Father Christmas.
Well Christmas morning finally arrived and once the stockings had been opened and breakfast sorted and cleared away we were finally all gathered in the family room and started opening presents. We had all opened a couple of presents when mum handed Vicky a small parcel which she eagerly opened. Inside was a pack of four hankies with little kittens on them each with a different coloured border matching the colour of the bow the kittens wore round their necks.
“Aren’t they pretty” said Aunty April.
“I saw the pack in town and hoped Vicky would like them.
“I do” said Vicky they’re very sweet.
“Well they are very girly but I was worried that they might be a bit childish or small for you as you are getting to be a big girl now.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine” said my aunty. I had to agree that mum seemed to be going overboard about what was just a pack of little girl’s hankies. It was a little later when I found out why.
“Here you are Daniel” said mum handing me a small parcel with a smile. I pulled of the paper to find a packet of hankies identical to those given to Vicky. They all giggled when they saw what my present from mum was.
“Mum why have I got a packet like Vicky’s they’re far too…”
“Far too nice not to be used. All little girls use pretty hankies so you can a well” interrupted mum.
“But I’m not a little girl.”
“Up until a year ago you wore baby girls’ bibs so by my reckoning that makes about four years old little girl now and the same age as Vicky and you will use them.” I could not believe that she would do this and in front of aunty and the girls as well. They all seemed to think it was hilarious.
“You’ll look so cute using hankies like Vicky’s” giggled Mary. After a while the giggling died down and I went to place them with my other presents, maybe I could find where they came from and get the money back. Mum had obviously had a similar idea and picked them up.
“Don’t be shy” she said opening the packet and took out one of the hankies and handed it to me. Reluctantly I took it and went to put it in my pocket. “No dear put it up your sleeve like other little girls” she continued causing them all to laugh. Mum and Mary never seemed to tire of pointing out that I was using the same hankies as Vicky.
My embarrassment was compounded a couple of months later on my birthday. Vicky, Alison and their mum arrived mid morning with a couple of presents for me which they handed over. The first was from Aunty Alison which when I opened it up it turned out to be a full length apron in white with a contrasting pale pink floral print frill around the top, bottom and shoulder straps and also used for the two small pockets on the skirt part. I was stunned and didn’t quite know what to say, mum on the other hand had no such problem.
“Oh April it’s gorgeous. Well aren’t you going to say thank you Daniel?”
“Er.. yes thank you Aunty April it’s very… pretty.”
“That’s alright it was just when we were here at Christmas I noticed you hadn’t got a pinny and now you have finally stopped wearing bibs and I thought you would like something to protect your clothes with.”
“You were so right April he can be a messy eater sometimes, I know he will get a lot of use out of it. Why don’t you put it on so we can all see you in it?” It was phrased as a question but knew I wasn’t really being given a choice so pulled it over my head and mum pulled the ties behind me tying them in to a big bow.
“It seems a bit large mum.”
“No problem you’ll soon grow in to it.”
“And when you put it for washing you can wear my old ones” added Mary.
“That’s very kind of you” said Aunty April.
“No problem, mum said I’m big enough not to need to wear them anymore” she replied looking at me making the implication of my lower status obvious. We sat down again.
“Can he open my present now?” piped up Vicky excitedly. I was surprised as we children did not usually give each other presents and Vicky and Alison seemed particularly hyped up about it. I picked up the present and opened it, stunned to see it was the pack of kitten hankies that mum had given her at Christmas.
“I decided they were too babyish for me and as Daniel is already using his I thought he could have them.” Her smile and then giggles were echoed by everyone else and as I went to complain mum shushed me saying
“That’s very sweet of you Vicky I know Daniel will get plenty of use out of them he really loves using his other kitten hankies.” They all laughed and it was totally untrue it was just that mum insisted on me using them while she and Mary used tissues.
“Well Daniel as they’re too babyish for Vicky and you’re using them that must make you about three years old” giggled my sister.
“I’m not I’m thirteen years old” I said almost shouting.
“Daniel don’t be so rude otherwise I’ll treat you like I did when you were three and remember you weren’t potty trained until you were four and a half.” The threat was bad enough but to have everyone know how late I was potty trained was humiliating and not really my fault. I wanted to explain but mum just told me to be quiet. Eventually we had all calmed down and mum picked up the box of hankies and pulled two hankies out placing one in each pocket of my new pinny, a pinny I was to end up using for the next few years. Mary urged mum to treat me like a three year old but fortunately she was unsuccessful.
Mum decided to add to my humiliation as a couple of days later she had me write a thank-you letter to Vicky saying how much I liked the hankies because they were obviously meant for a very little girly girl and that I was getting plenty of use out of them.
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Part 13 - Shopping Trip
When mum got me up I went down to breakfast to find Mary already up and dressed which was a rarity on a Saturday morning, not only that but she seemed excited about something.
“Morning sissy” she said uttering her usual greeting.
“Morning Mary, what’s got you up so early?” I had learned ignoring her was not an option. I had once spent two days in nappies for ignoring her ‘sissy’ comment one morning.
“Well we’re going on a special shopping trip.” My raised eyebrows elicited no further information so gave up and got on with my breakfast. Mum arrived a few minutes later.
“When are we going mum?”
“Soon Mary, just finish your breakfast and then I‘ll get Daniel dressed then we can go.” I hated it when mum wanted to dress me as it often involved wearing something girly and when all said and done I was 14. Not that I had any non girly panties. All were frilly or lacy and most passed on from my sister who used to chop and change her underwear requirements as often as the weather. I finished my breakfast, although not quick enough for Mary, and mum ushered me upstairs. I had my wash and returned to my room where mum was waiting.
“Here put these on” she said holding out one of the frillier pairs of pink panties and followed it with a matching camisole.
“Mum do I need a camisole it’s not cold?”
“Yes you do and any more complaints and I‘ll change your t-shirt for one of your frilly blouses. Or is that what you want to wear to go shopping in town or perhaps one of your dresses?”
“No mum.” I was left to put on my socks which whilst not lace topped looked more like girls socks than boys. My trainers’ didn’t help as I also got those from Mary. At least I had grown out of the Barbie ones she had passed on to me. I really hated getting clothes from her because although I was older than her I was born prematurely and she had outgrown me by the age of five. I joined them downstairs and we got in to the car. Mary chatted all the way but I still had no inkling of where we were going. I wanted to stay at home but mum said she couldn’t trust me and ignored my comments about what other kids were allowed to do at my age and I gave up as I realised she was getting annoyed about my complaints. We finally arrived at a small row of shops rather than the main town and got out. Mary went ahead and mum stopped.
“Now listen good, we are going to get Mary her first training bra’s which is a very important occasion for her and I want you to be on your best behaviour and woe betide you if you don’t. Do you understand?”
“Yes mum but how long is it going to take?”
“As long as necessary so don’t start complaining about how long it is taking.” With that said she guided me towards a girls a ladies dress and underwear shop outside which Mary was waiting impatiently and we all entered. Once in we were approached by an assistant.
“Can I help you” she asked mum.
“Yes please my daughter Mary is here for her first bra. I wondered if you could measure her up and see what you have in stock.”
“Of course I can, a girl’s first bra is a very important step to womanhood. Please come over to the changing room.” Mum turned to me and pointed to a chair.
“You sit there and I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.” She then joined the others in the changing room. I sat down hoping it wasn’t going to take too long but I wasn’t hopeful. After a short while the assistant came out of the changing and then returned with a number of boxes presumably containing training bras. I started to get bored and started to look at the petticoats hanging up next to my chair. I was amazed at the variety but saw none that were as little girlish as the ones from Mary that I had been given by mum.
“See anything you like” said another assistant who I had not realised had approached me.
“Of course not.”
“What do you mean they’re very pretty?”
“Well they’re for girls not boys.”
“I’m sorry” she said with a smile that belied her comment “I thought you were a tomboy looking at how you’re dressed.” I blushed knowing my clothes bordered on the female side of unisex. I saw mum looking over.
“I hope you’re behaving yourself Daniel?”
“We were just discussing these pretty petticoats” said the assistant unhelpfully.
“You don’t need any more Daniel you’ve got plenty already” said mum disappearing back in to the changing rooms while I just wanted to die.
“So you’ve got plenty of pretty petticoats already, so what does that make you then? As you said boys don’t wear them.” She waited as I tried to come up with a good reason for wearing them rather than the real one that mum made me. “I think the word you’re looking for is sissy” she giggled. I wanted to complain but I had heard the same word used about me for quite a few years not that it made it any less embarrassing. “It’s alright I think sissies are very sweet.”
“But I don’t want to be a sissy, it’s just that mum makes me.”
“Well if you’re not a sissy how often do you wear dresses and all the pretty undies that go with them?” There was a short pause. “As often as that?”
“What do mean I didn’t say when I wore them?”
“Exactly. If it was only occasionally you would have said so but as you tried to avoid answering it’s obviously a lot more often.” I couldn’t think what to say but fortunately another customer wanted some help. “Bye sweety.”
I couldn’t see what was taking so long; when I got clothes it was ‘in to shop’, ‘get correct size’, ‘pay’ and ‘go’. So simple, why couldn’t girls be like that? I could have brought a book to read but as I only had Mary’s old ones to go at that would have made me look even more like a girl. At least she hadn’t made me bring the stupid doll that I had to carry around with me when fully dressed. That was Mary’s fault, as one time I refused to take a doll she was offering me so now I have to carry it everywhere I go when mum has me dressed as a girl.
There was a fair bit of activity in the changing area being used by mum and Mary but no sign of it ending. Then I heard some loud music in the road outside and went to the window to see what it was. It turned out to be the band from the local barracks marching up the road in their dress uniforms. I was watching and listening when suddenly my ear was grabbed and used to turn me round.
“All I asked you to do was sit on a chair and you can’t even do that.”
“I just wanted to see and hear the band mum.”
“You could have done that from your chair but you can’t even do that simple thing. Well I warned you to behave or I would punish you. But I will give you a choice of punishments, you can either wear dresses and nappies for two weeks and yes I will take you out, everyone likes to see little babies out in public or when we finally finished sorting out Mary you can ask the nice assistant for a bra of your own and if she asks why you can say you’re jealous of Mary.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Then it looks like you’ll be wearing nappies and baby dresses for a fortnight, I know the boys at the park will love seeing you prettily dressed.” Taunts of sissy had been used all through my school life due to the way mum treated me, if they saw me in baby outfits and knowing mum would possibly change my nappy while they watched, would make it far worse but could I possibly get the courage to ask for a bra? “Now sit back on the chair until I call you over” said mum before returning to Mary.
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Part 14 Shopping Trip (continued)
It was only a few minutes later Mary came out fully dressed and looking very pleased with herself and I could just about make out the outline of her bra. Mum called me over as they walked towards the cash register.
“Will that be all then?” asked the assistant.
“I think so, what about you Daniel?” replied mum. I wanted to die but dreaded the thought of a fortnight of nappy humiliation.
“Well… I… er…”
“Spit it out lad and speak up I can hardly hear you” said the assistant.
“Well could I… could I have a… a bra please?” The look on the assistants face went from surprise to barely disguised amusement.
“I’m sure you don’t really want a bra, they’re for girls.” She turned to my mother “he probably just feels he’s been left out as it took a while to make sure that Mary was properly fitted out.”
“Is that it or do you really want a bra?” mum asked.
“A bra please” I replied blushing profusely and hearing Mary’s giggles in the background.
“Are you really sure you want a bra?” reiterated the assistant. I nodded and she turned to my mum with a questioning look.
“If that’s what the little sissy wants that’s okay by me but I want him measured and fitted properly mind.”
“But of course madam. Let’s find a changing room.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary, it’s not as if he actually has breasts to hide, why don’t we do it out here and leave the changing rooms for real girls?” This seemed most unfair, having been forced in to requesting a bra I didn’t want and I wasn’t even being allowed the chance to hide what was going to happen to me.
“Okay then” the assistant went on; having overcome the question of whether I really wanted a bra it was back into business mode. “Let’s get your t-shirt off so that I can measure you.” I was horrified as I now realised why mum made me wear the pink camisole, hopefully she wouldn’t notice the panties.
“We haven’t got time to waste Daniel” said mum and before I could stop her she was lifting up my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. I heard a giggle from both the assistant and my sister when they saw what I was wearing.
“Now we know why he wants a bra, that’s a very pretty camisole Daniel” smiled the assistant “just pop that off as well.” I did and she brought out her tape measure and started to measure me. I heard some giggles and looked over to see two girls of my age with their mothers presumably here for the same reason as Mary. I blushed bright red which only enhanced their amusement. Having finished she said “well you need a 36AA fitting let me go and see what we have.” She returned shortly and pulled out a fairly plain white bra which she slid up my arms and fastened at the back. I hated the constricting feel as she adjusted the shoulder straps; fortunately the giggling girl’s were being attended to and were now in the changing rooms. “That’s quite a cute bra especially with the pretty rosebud in the centre” said mum “but I’m sure Daniel was after something a bit prettier. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” Whilst phrased as a question it was more of an order and I knew what I had to answer.
“Yes please.” I wanted to die but the thought of a fortnight dressed and treated as a baby girl, and in public as well was too much to contemplate.
“Well we have this one which is similar to his sisters.” She opened the other box to show another white bra with lace covered cups and proceeded to replace the one I had on and adjusting it to fit.
“I’m sure he likes that one better” mum said with a smile “so much more girly. What are the other two?”
“Well they’re the only other styles we have in her… his size but they’re in pink.”
“He might as well try them on” suggested mum. Whilst slightly different styles they were both as lacy if not lacier than the one I had on currently. The assistant helped me in to the first one and stepped back for mum to see.
“I like that one the lovely contrast between the pink base and paler pink lace on top is so pretty and feminine. Is the other one as pretty?”
“It’s similar but not as lacy as that one.”
“Well I think it will have to be this one. Apart from anything else it will mean they can tell they’re bras apart as Mary doesn’t have any pink ones.”
“Mum…” if I had to have a bra I wanted something much plainer.
“Alright Daniel” mum interrupted “yes you can wear yours home like your sister.” I shut up deciding that whatever I said would only make things worse. Mum turned back to the assistant. “Do you have another one of those in his size? If he is going to insist on wearing them he’ll need more than one.”
“Yes of course. Barbara, can you get another ‘Little Princess’ bra size 36AA in pink for Daniel here please?” Barbara turned out to be the assistant who had quizzed me about petticoats; she disappeared to return almost instantly with a box matching the one that my present bra had come out of.
“Here we are a pretty first bra for a little girl” and handed it to me with a big smile. Finally we were on our way to the cash register but not without a lot of smirks and whispered comments from girls and their mothers. I did see another boy who had obviously been forced to accompany a sister who looked terrified that he might be treated the same. Mum paid for all the purchases and thanked them for all their help.
“That’s alright” said the assistant “and if Daniel wants some pretty panties or petticoats to go with his bra he’s welcome to pop in.” This comment caused further amusement but not as much as did mums reply.
“Oh he won’t need to he has plenty of each already.” I just wanted to die as we left the shop with laughter ringing in our ears. When we got home mum insisted on us putting our bras in our bedrooms but would not let me remove the one I was wearing saying if I complained any further she would make me wear a dress and go for a walk. I shut up then and managed to stay indoors. That did not mean that I got out of wearing my bras and had to for the next few years, usually under a dress or blouse and skirt.
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I'm glad sombody likes it, thanks Pansyamy for your support – I nearly gave up.
Part 15 – Leaving?
It was coming up to my fifteenth birthday and mum had insisted that I watch one of her favourite soaps, sitting beside her on the couch. I had already asked if I could go to my bedroom and mother said watching soaps was a girly thing to do and that I should do it, well I suppose I should be thankful that I was wearing boy’s clothes even if it was over frilly girls’ panties. My mother was writing a letter when the front door bell rang and she got up to answer it. While she was there I had a quick glance at the letter as I had noticed my name was in it. At first it was just some references to the humiliating things she and my sister made me do such as dress totally in a frilly outfit of my sister’s that she had outgrown. However it got worse as I realised she was giving my aunt a list of ideas for my birthday present. What was wrong with that? I’ll tell you, all the items were for a little girl. They included ra-ra skirts, floral blouses, silky scarves, lacy and floral hankies and dolls. I couldn’t believe that she would do such a thing but I knew my aunt would love to buy me such things as she had never seemed to like me and had appeared reluctant to buy me presents at all. I suppose after nearly fifteen years of humiliation for different periods of time I should have expected it. At least I had always managed to be in boy’s clothes for my birthdays and as such got boys presents or at worst one’s used by both sexes but it seemed like my fifteenth birthday was going to be different. I decided I had to put an end to it and came up with a plan.
It was the day before my birthday when I put my plan in to action. It had taken a bit of organising and making sure I followed most of what mum asked me to do so that I had access to my few boys’ outfits. When it came to bedtime I protested at wearing a nighty but let’s face it I had been doing so every night for the last few years but I didn’t want mum getting suspicious about me by agreeing with every girly thing I had to wear and it was one of the frillier and more childish ones that I owned.. After I went to bed I stayed awake waiting to hear Mary and mum retire and then waited a little longer for them to go to sleep.
I got up and stripped off the ridiculous nighty and panties and dressed in my boys clothes. I put some more boys’ clothes in a rucksack that I had retrieved from the garage. I didn’t take any night clothes as I only had nightdresses but unfortunately had to take some frilly panties as mum still only allowed me two male pairs and I planned to be away more than two days. I sneaked downstairs being careful not to make a sound and entered the kitchen to procure some food for the journey. I had some money that I had managed to save from the meagre allowance I got, about half the amount that Mary was given.
It was now time to leave so I put on a coat I had found that fit me but was not so obviously a girls coat like the ones I inherited from Mary that mum usually made me wear. I also took a scarf and gloves, March can still be very cold at night. I had considered leaving by one of the doors but found that both had deadbolt locks for which I did not have the keys so I crept back to my room and left by my bedroom window which was adjacent to our apple tree. It was not easy as unlike other boys I rarely got to climb them; ‘good girls don’t climb trees’ mum had told be but she never stopped Mary from doing so. On the few occasions that she had caught me I spent the next few days dressed in my sister’s outgrown dresses thus making it impossible to do.
I finally made it to the ground and found to my surprise and relief that no lights came on from mum’s room. I went round the house and headed north to the main road. I intended hitch hiking to East Anglia as I had found a letter from my dad with a Norfolk address when tidying mums bedroom, it was a couple of years old but was concerning the divorce. I realised that it was probably two hundred and fifty miles to get to the address but with all the housework that mum insisted I do I was fairly fit and hoped that with a few hitches I might be able to do it in three to four days. It was probably that and the worsening situation that prompted me to run away. If I could find dad and explain what I had been through I am sure he would help me. I got to the main road and started walking and once I felt I had got about five miles away I started to try and hitch a ride. I felt that if I tried any closer to home that I could end up being picked up by someone who might know mum. It was getting light when I got my first lift, it was only about six miles but that was six less to walk and I got the chance to sit down. I thanked the driver and continued walking. That was the last lift I got that day and as dusk started to fall I was feeling very tired, well I had been walking since around midnight and had no sleep, when I saw a sign for a youth hostel which I thought would be an ideal place to stay the night. I was about to enter when I realised by now that my name could well be on a list somewhere, so when I went in I signed using a false name and address assuming that they would not check each one out. I had no awkward questions asked and found a bed for the night for a reasonable sum. In the morning I got up about 7 o’clock and had breakfast, helping to get it for myself and some others and clearing up afterwards, this was not required but it did reduce the cost of the accommodation and anyway I had been doing it for ages at home. Before I left I picked up a leaflet showing other hostels and hoped this would eke out my money.
I was feeling good after a sound night’s sleep and good breakfast and set off at a good pace but was flagging a bit by lunchtime as I had not managed to get one lift. After a quick snack on the food I had with me I set off again and was picked up by a lady driver.
“Where are you going?” she asked and when I told her she said she could take me twenty miles or so but had to stop for some petrol first. This seemed too good to be true and as it turned out it was. We pulled in to a garage and she filled up then went in to pay. I looked over in to the shop section and could see she was looking at the television and then out at me. A quick glance at the TV showed me my face and I realised she knew who I was, so as she started talking to the garage attendant I got out and legged it, fortunately I had kept my rucksack at my feet. The realisation that I was on the TV was a shock, I thought it took twenty four hours before a missing person could be reported and even then it was unusual to be put on TV, I could only assume as I was a minor and small for my age it had happened earlier. I kept walking avoiding looking at people wondering if I would be able to risk hitching a lift. I managed to get by for the afternoon without hitching but was getting tired and decided to try only to have someone stop but before I got in I could see the look of recognition and legged it. I wondered how long it was going to take me to get to dads if I couldn’t risk hitching a ride. As it happened it was a moot point because as I started to find somewhere to spend the night I turned a corner and there were two policemen not a yard away who recognised me. I started to run but was no match for the two and they soon caught me and I was taken down to the police station, so much for my escape. After a phone call to my mother the police arranged for a car to take me home that night although it was getting late. I explained that I was going to see my father and asked to be taken to him but apparently as my mother had reported me missing I had to be returned to her. I tried to tell them what I had to put up with but they wouldn’t listen.
My arrival at home was different to what I expected. My mother was in tears and seemed genuinely glad to see me home and gave me a big hug after thanking the police for returning me safely. It was somewhat worrying that mum was being so nice as I expected her to fly off the handle but she just ushered me in to the lounge and offered to get me a drink.
“Here you are dear” she said handing me a glass of coke.
“Thanks mum.”
“That’s alright dear I’m just glad to have you back safe and sound. Now you just rest there while I get you some tea.” Surprised but relieved I finished my drink and being tired nodded off.
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Part 16 Back Home
“Wake up baby” mum said. I awoke slowly thinking tea was probably ready until I realised that it was sunlight coming through the window and that I could hardly move. A quick look round confirmed that it was morning and I was in my cot secured not only in the drawstring nightdress that mum had made me but with a set of traditional baby reins and with a dummy strapped in my mouth. Mum was looking at me and she no longer looked happy.
“You ungrateful brat, after all I have done for you, how dare you run away. Well I know how to stop any further nonsense and you no doubt have found out some of them already.” She then released me from the cot and undid the nightie. “Get to the bathroom and strip off NOW but leave your dummy in.” I realised her reaction when she had opened the front door and with me afterwards was calculated to reassure the police and subsequently me. I felt that what she had done to me rather than for me would have been more appropriate comment but didn’t dare say so. I stripped off in the bathroom as she entered and started to run a bath adding bubble bath and bath salts filling the room with a floral scent at which I wrinkled up my nose causing mum to laugh. “Yes you are going to smell really girly by the time you have had your bath and hair wash.” She made me get in and then thoroughly scrubbed me before doing my hair, first removing the dummy and warning me to say nothing unless I wanted a good hiding. “I want to make sure my little macho man is squeaky clean before he gets properly dressed.” She got me out and dried me with a large towel, smiled when she saw the look on my face at the fact that I had lost all my body hair. “Yes dear it’s the special soap leaving you as smooth and hairless as a little baby should be and it lasts at least two months.” Shocked as I was I could still faintly smell the floral scent on my body, this became heavier as she started to dust me with the talc that matched the scent from the water. Having wrapped a towel around my head she pulled me towards my bedroom. Although I had woken up in one I was shocked to see that there was a thick pink cloth nappy laid out on the bed and looked at mum.
“Mum I’m not…”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you or else” she said. “It’s obvious you can’t be trusted to be in big boy clothes so you can go back to being a little girl and don’t bother looking for your boys clothes as they’re all locked away. I’ve decided a few weeks in nappies and baby clothes will probably bring you back to reality so you can be my little sissy baby again. Then maybe you can start to earn your boy clothes back.”
“But school starts in a week and half, I can’t wear baby clothes to school.”
“You could, that really would be a laugh but you needn’t worry I‘ve already arranged to home school you so you can be a baby full time and you will be treated like one. You won’t have to worry about a thing as I will decide what you do, where you do it and what you will wear to do it in. Now lie down and let me pin it on you.” It was all too much.
“I’m not a baby or a girl I won’t do it.” My defiance just got mum madder. Before I knew what was happening she had dragged me over the bed and put me across her lap. By the time I knew I was to get spanked it was too late and although I struggled it was no use, mum held me as securely as if I was a small child not a fifteen year old. Twenty minutes later she pushed me off her lap a sobbing wreck with a very sore burning backside.
“Let that be a lesson, next time it’ll be a longer spanking and you’ve just extended your time as a baby girl in nappies to two months.” She waited while I tried to calm down a bit before helping me up and then onto the nappy. It was only as she pulled it between my legs that I realised how thick it was and that no matter what I did that it would force me to waddle. This was followed a very frilly pair of pink nylon plastic lined panties with rows of lace across both front and back with extra frills around the leg holes. “I knew I‘d get you back and I had some special outfits on order so phoned up and got her to modify them for my sissy baby.” She then went across to my closet and opened it. I could see that as she had said, none of my boys’ clothes remained and in their place were about five of the frilliest party frocks you have ever seen and three multilayered petticoats. “And one of the nice things about the dresses is that none of them are long enough to entirely cover your nappy and pretty plastic baby panties” she laughed “and each dress has matching lacy rumba panties and frilly bonnets to go with them.” I wanted to scream and shout but knew I would probably just get spanked again and my baby girl time extended.
“I’ll have to let the school know you’ll be home a little longer than first thought.” Before either of us could say any more Mary came in having finished her breakfast.
“So you’re back then?” She looked at me then exclaimed “what a pretty nappy and frilly baby panties perfect for a sissy baby. Did you remove his hair like you said mum?” she asked.
“Yes dear, babies don’t have any hair Mary and as your brother is going to be a frilly baby girl for at least two months he won’t be having hair either.” Mary burst out laughing at this.
“Do you mean full time?”
“Yes dear.”
“Great. Can I bring my friends round to play with her?”
“Of course you can, all girls like to play with babies especially big sissy babies like your brother. Now which dress shall she wear for her first day back as a baby?”
“Make it one of the pink ones mum.” I was not going to like any that they chose but was about to get to see the full effect of the dresses when not bunched up against the others. Mum pulled out a pink one and I could see it was made of plain pink satin with a skirt that flared from just below the bust line. The skirt itself had a paler pink overlay, in what I found out later was called chiffon, which was almost transparent but had a floral pattern worked in to the fabric. There was a wide lace trim to the collar and short puff sleeves which matched that on the hem of the built in petticoat that was long enough to show below the hem if the dress.
“Can you get her one of those frilly multi layer slips out please Mary?”
“Of course mum.” Mary proceeded to remove a white multi layered petticoat trimmed with lace and pink bows. “Isn’t this pretty baby so appropriate for a sissy baby?” said Mary as she held it up against me. Mum laughed saying
“Hold it so baby can step into it.” Once in it she pulled it up to my waist. It was then I realised how short it was as it flared out rather than covered the nappy. Mum then took the dress from the hanger making me lift my arms so that she could put it on me. Once in place she zipped up the back and then tied a wide white ribbon sash around my waist in a big bow at the back. She then handed Mary two mittens similar to those that I wore with my punishment nightie but in pink satin like the dress and trimmed with matching lace.
“Can you put these on baby, babies can’t use their hands” mum asked Mary who giggled and agreed, tying them securely as mum put a pair of matching booties on my feet. “And now for crowning glory” Said mum opening a draw and pulling out what I was soon to find out, the baby bonnet. “Look baby isn’t this pretty” said mum holding it up. It was made of the same pink satin but had a big frill to surround the face with lashings of lace accents with two long white ribbons to tie it on. “I had the frill made a bit bigger than it would have been as I know it will get in your way and you will not be able to do anything about it. And I had another nice touch that I know you’ll love.” She turned the bonnet around and embroidered across the back were the words ‘Sissy Daniel’. Now everyone will know you’re just a big sissy baby girl” she laughed then pulled it over my head tying a large irritating bow under my chin before popping my dummy back in with a look that dared me to spit it out. “Now let’s go and show our sweet little baby what she looks like” mum laughed with Mary joining in. Taking a hand each they led me in to mums bedroom that had a full length mirror. I looked in horror as I saw what apart from the size a very prissy little baby girl in very frilly and fancy outfit.
“Well what do you think baby?” asked mum, removing my dummy.
“Please mum you can’t dress me like this it’s too humiliating” I begged.
“Get used to it sissy, you’ve got two months more of this and similar outfits.”
“And wait till my friends come round if you think it’s humiliating in front of mum and I” added Mary.
“Before we go down to breakfast I have a few rules that you will need to obey if you don’t want to be a baby for more than two months” said mum and began to read them out.
1. As a baby you will do whatever you are told by me or Mary
2. No adult talk unless specifically given permission. At all other times you will only communicate with baby talk or crying
3. You will not walk where crawling is possible
4. Whenever you are seen by other people you will act like a two year old baby girl
5. You will wear nappies 24/7 and will use them for everything
6. You will never ask for your nappy to be changed
7. You will eat and drink whatever you are given
8. You will never remove your dummy, I’ll tie it in place if you do
9. Anything else I feel like adding
Mum and Mary laughed when she read out the last one. I was shocked; it really seemed I was going to have to act as a baby and she was going to let other people see me. I could only hope it wouldn’t get back to school as I already had problems with being called a sissy and this would make it ten times worse.
“Oh before we go down” said mum who went to my bedroom and returned with the baby reins. “It’s wonderful what you can get on the internet. These are just like the ones your sister wore when she was a toddler only in your size and with bells added. I was finally allowed to crawl out of my bedroom and bump my way down stairs. Mum said that’s how babies get downstairs but I think it was just an excuse to make me squash my wet nappies further.
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Part 17 – Day 1 continued
I crawled in to the kitchen to see mum had modified one of the kitchen chairs to work as a highchair – I suppose I shouldn’t really have been surprised. Mum placed me in it clipping my reins on to straps at the back then asked Mary to choose a bib for me.
“Look at this pretty bib sissy” Mary said holding up a bright white lace trimmed bib with the words ‘Sissy Princess’ embroidered across the front. “And later I am going to look in the boxes in the loft as I am sure we still have all your old girly bibs up there” she added. As Mary tied it on me, mum removed my dummy with a curt warning to be quiet.
Mum then approached me with a large bowl of food and two baby bottles full of milk. She sat down next to me and picked up a large spoonful of the mushy mixture and held it up to my lips. Knowing I had no alternative I opened my mouth as she pushed the spoon in. As it happened the taste was not too bad although it was rather sweet and milky.
“It looks like baby likes her rusks” giggled Mary.
“It’s just as well as she will be getting them every breakfast for the next two months” mum replied. What wasn’t good about it was the speed at which she fed me resulting in some of it being spread about my face with drips going on my bib. “She may like it but she’s a very messy baby” mum said with a smile. I wanted to say it was her fault but my bottom still felt sore from earlier and I didn’t want any further increases in my baby time. When I finished the bowl she cleaned me up before handing me one of the bottles of milk. I tried to pick it up but it kept slipping through my hands due to the silk covered mittens. In the end mum fed me the first bottle and laughed when she saw the look on my face.
“What’s the matter baby, don’t you like the taste of formula?” I couldn’t reply with the bottle in my mouth but mum already knew I preferred proper milk. Mary did the honours with the second equally amused by which time I was feeling bloated. Mum replaced my dummy and I was left in my chair and had to watch as they tucked in to cereal and toast with marmalade on. Mary knew it was what I would normally eat and made a show of how nice it was, especially knowing what I had been forced to eat. I had to wait until they had finished and cleared up before I was released and led in to the lounge. Mum removed my dummy.
“Would my little baby girl like her nappy changed?” she asked. I caught myself just in time before asking in my normal voice, remembering the rules.
“Yeth pwease mum.”
“I think ‘mummy’ would be more appropriate for my sissy baby girl.”
“Yeth pwease mummy.” Mum disappeared and returned shortly with what was obviously a large changing mat and laid it on the lounge floor. Surely she’s not going to change me here, anyone walking past the front of the house would be able to see me, I thought.
“Pwease mummy not here. Thomeone might thee me.”
“I will change you wherever I want in front of whoever I want. I certainly don’t intend to inconvenience myself just to spare your blushes. I’m sure you’ll get used to it.” She then replaced my dummy saying “Now are you going to keep that in or do I need to tie it in place?”
“I keep it in” I said although slightly garbled by the dummy.
“I’ve just worked out what’s wrong, little babies don’t refer to themselves as I. They always say baby does this or baby does that, so from now on you will too. Do you understand sissy?” I nodded. “Then say it.”
“Baby underthand.”
“Good girl. Now let’s get that wet nappy changed.” Despite my embarrassment it felt good to be in a dry nappy, well it would be better not be in a nappy at all but if I must be a dry one is preferable. I resolved to try and resist using it for as long as possible but with the cereal and bottles of formula I did not know how long that would be. Mary disappeared as mum replaced pulled on some plain pink plastic panties and then the frilly rhumba panties. When she returned Mary was holding three dolls and a pile of dolls clothes which she put down beside me.
“Here we are sissy some nice dolly’s for you to play with” she giggled “I’m sure you know what to do as we used to play with them before I outgrew that little girl stage.” Mary removed my mittens and reluctantly I picked up one of the dolls and started to remove its clothing much to mums and Mary’s amusement. Mum left taking the wet nappies with her and leaving me with Mary.
“Well how do you like being a big sissy baby?”
“Baby doethn’t.”
“Good, because you’ve got two months to look forward to and perhaps longer if I have anything to do with it. Can you imagine how embarrassed my friends will make you feel especially as I will make sure mummy gives you enough formula so that you are wet while they’re here? Also I think mummy intends to take her sissy baby to the park, I‘ll love to see that, who knows she may let some little girls help change your nappies.” I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. “Yes baby you really shouldn’t have tried to run away, mum was so cross and said you would pay dearly for it.” Mary spent the rest of the morning watching some girly programs insisting that they were too old for me and that I should carry on playing with my dollies. Part way through we stopped so I could be fed two more bottles of formula and despite my resolve drinking more only served to remind my bladder it needed emptying and I wet my nappy much to Mary’s amusement.
“You really are a baby wetting your nappy so much. Or perhaps you prefer a wet nappy to a dry one.” I ignored her comment and thankfully she just giggled and went back to watching her programs. As it neared lunch time I could smell a delicious meal that mum was cooking and looked forward to eating it so was pleased when mum called that it was ready.
“Mary can you put baby’s mittens back on and sort out a bib for her.”
“Yes mum. Mum obviously intends feeding you your din dins baby” she smiled before trapping my hands and tying my bib on and leading me to my high chair.
I was led back to my high chair and strapped in place. On the table were two plates with pork chops, potatoes, swede and broccoli, the last two being vegetables I was not fond of. Mum then put my food into a Barbie plate that used to be my sisters and I was horrified to see a green mush in it.
“Where did you find my old dish mum?” asked Mary.
“Well when you mentioned sissy’s old bibs I had a look while you were looking after the baby and found it with them, so thought it would be fine for our sissy baby and all her bibs are now in the second draw over there.” She then turned to me. “What’s the matter baby, don’t you like the look of your food?” I shook my head. “But it’s your favourite, lovely swede, broccoli and some gravy, I even added a few brussel sprouts for you.” Mary giggled knowing that neither of us liked brussel sprouts and mum didn’t normally make us eat them. She placed a small spoon in the dish and got on with her dinner and whilst I was disgusted by what I expected it to taste like I thought it would be marginally better if hot. So I tried my best to get some food but the mittens were just too shiny to give me any purchase on it and I had to wait for mum to finish hers. Mum finally finished and turned to me and picked up the spoon loaded with the green mush. She approached me but despite having attempted to feed myself the thought of what it was, was too much and I kept my mouth shut.
“Come along baby the sooner you start the sooner you will finish.” I still couldn’t bring myself to open up knowing the taste would be dreadful even though I could see mummy was getting cross. “Come along baby unless you want to eat your din-dins with an even sorer bottom than you already have and an extra month as a baby.” My back side was only partially less sore than when mum spanked me this morning and certainly didn’t want a repeat or a longer term as a baby so I opened up for mum to push the spoon in. The taste was even worse than I had imagined and it was also virtually cold. My grimace made mum smile. I tried to tell her it was cold but she was ready with the next spoonful. It took ages to finish as she was using a baby sized spoon but eventually the dish was empty. “Did baby enjoy her din dins?”
“No mummy, it wath howwid and cold.”
“Well it was only cold because you waited for me to feed you and as for the taste I am sure you will get used to it as I made plenty for your next dinner time meals.” She and Mary giggled when they saw the look of horror on my face. I opened my mouth to complain only to have mum push my dummy in my mouth. “suc-k your dummy while I get you a nice couple of bottles of formula.” As much as I disliked formula it would at least remove the worse taste of the vegetable mush but it did not calm the thought of further bowls of it. As mum made up the bottles Mary released me from my highchair and had me crawl to the lounge where she sat on the floor and made me lie back against her and then when mum brought in two bottles of formula which Mary then fed me.
The afternoon followed the same pattern as the morning with changing and re-changing the dolls clothes while mum and Mary watched television. I was finally changed just before tea which for me turned out to be baby food and two bottles of formula. The baby food was pretty bland and needed seasoning but mum just pushed the spoon in to my mouth whenever I tried to explain until I finally finished the three jars and the formula.
“All gone, there’s a good baby.”
“Mummy can baby have thome theathoning in my baby food pwease?”
“Don’t be silly baby that’s not good for little babies.” Mum then pushed my dummy in to stifle any further questions. Mum decided it was my bedtime as she said she wanted me tucked up so she and Mary could have their tea. I wasn’t changed just put in my drawstring nightie and then secured in the cot. “Sweet dreams baby” said mum, kissing me no the forehead. Mary giggled as she left saying
“Night night baby, it’s time for me and mummy to have our lovely tea like big people do.” I sighed quietly due to having my dummy in place as she turned out the light and closed the door. I took a while to get to sleep as mum had not changed my nappy but I managed eventually.
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Part 18 - Baby Day 2
The morning started as yesterday with me being taken down to breakfast and not having a nappy change until nearly ten o’clock. Mary made sure I played with my dolls and then teased me for doing so. Lunch consisted of more green vegetable mush, fortunately it was hot this time but still as bad tasting as yesterday. This was followed by two bottles of formula so I was already wet by the time mum decided it was time for my nap. She took me up to the nursery and settled me down for my afternoon nap without bothering to change me. Once I was strapped in place Mary fed me a further large bottle of formula and as I started to drift off as I had yesterday I realised that mum must be putting something in the milk to send me off to sleep. Certainly after spending nearly thirteen hours in bed the night before I should not be tired but could not keep my eyes open.
It was about two hours later when I awoke to the sound of muffled giggles spitting out the dummy that I must have been suc-king while I slept.
“Naughty baby you must keep your dummy in” said a voice which I recognised as Mary’s. Further giggles made me realise that it was not just Mary who was in my room and was at once wide awake and horrified to see three of Mary’s friends staring down at me with big grins on their faces. I was glad to see Emma there as she was the only one of Mary’s friends who had shown me any sort of kindness.
“Are we going to see her get her nappy changed?” asked one blonde girl who I found out was called Debbie.
“Yes you will but not yet; baby never gets a nappy changed straight after she wakes up. Mummy likes her to really know what being a baby entails.”
“What even if he poohs in his nappy?” queried Mandy a cute redhead.
“Yes in fact mum never changes baby’s nappy before breakfast and mummy said we may have to feed her outside on the patio if she smells too bad.”
“Poor thing” said Emma.
“You’re too soft on her Emma” said Mary. “If he didn’t want to be a baby he shouldn’t have run away. Now up you get” added Mary undoing the restraints that held me in the cot. “Crawl downstairs to the lounge where your dollies are.” This caused giggles from the girls. I got out and dropped to all fours and started crawling towards the exit with Mary giving me playful nudges on my wet nappy with her foot. I finally arrived downstairs where mum smiled to see me being controlled by four girls younger than me.
“Would baby like a bottle?” she asked knowing that I could not refuse even though I was already soaked.
“Yeth pwease mummy.”
“How cute” said Debbie “she even talks like a baby girl.”
“Of course she does that’s what she is” laughed Mary. Mum appeared back with three bottles of milk and a frilly bib.
“I thought your friends might each like to feed the baby” she said tying the bib around my neck and it seemed that they each did. I took some more teasing from Debbie and Mandy as they fed me by which time I was feeling full but knew I could not refuse the third one waiting for me. Whilst the others just held the bottle to my lips Emma sat down on the floor and had me lay across her lap to feed me.
“I wish I‘d thought to feed her like that” said Mandy.
“But what if she leaks” said Debbie “you wouldn’t like it then and she looks pretty soggy.”
“Well we can change baby later but who wants a drink first?” It seemed they all did and Debbie and Mandy followed Mary to see what there was leaving me on Emma’s lap. I was beginning to feel really bloated even though I had wet my nappy again when Emma removed the bottle and sat me up. I was nervous as I knew I had to finish the bottle.
“Don’t worry” she said and started to pat and rub my back. I had no idea what she was doing until I let out two large burps. “Does that feel better? Babies always swallow air when drinking from a bottle, more than if they drink naturally.” At this point she cupped her breast causing me to go bright red as she just giggled. “You know you are cute” she continued and then to my amazement and pleasure she gave me a long kiss before pulling away and pushing the teat of the bottle back in my mouth. “Have you got more room now all your wind has gone?” I nodded and smiled. If it was always like this being a baby would be bearable. I was just finishing when the girls and mum returned.
“About time you finished that baby” said Mary.
“She had wind which I needed to get rid if” said Emma “don’t you do that for her?”
“I didn’t think we needed to she is a sissy baby after all.”
“Well if you’d ever baby sat a real baby like I have you know you should always do it after bottle feeding.” I said nothing as I was enjoying being supported by Emma.
“Perhaps we should” said mum “after all she is a real baby as far as I’m concerned. Now I suppose we need to change little pissy panties nappies.” She laid out the changing mat and helped me get into position, I looked nervously towards the window looking out on to the front garden only to have Emma block it off, I could see she had done it on purpose.
My nappy change was highly embarrassing as mum allowed all the girls to help and tease me about being hairless with small private parts. I learnt a lot later that they weren’t small but as I hadn’t seen any other boys’ bits I didn’t know it.
Once changed, I was made to crawl into the kitchen and then into my highchair. I was a bit worried about when I was going to end up in bed as it was only four o’clock. As it happened Debbie fed me my baby food before being led back to the lounge where the girl’s forced made to act like a real baby and play with toys suitable for a one year old. They finally had to go home by about half past five so I was put to bed after another bottle of formula from each of Mary's friends, in my already wet nappy, just before so that they could all tease me about my nightie and baby reins holding me securely in my cot. I was not tired and so it took me another couple of hours to get to sleep to the sound of mum and Mary enjoying the evening.
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Part 19 - Baby Day 3
I awoke in the middle of the night, I knew that because although there was no clock in the nursery it was still dark outside. I wondered what had woken me up until another pain in my bowels told me. I shuddered at the thought of poohing in my nappy but knew that I daren’t wake mum as she would just get cross and still not let me use the toilet. I managed to put it off for about another fifteen minutes but eventually had to let it happen. Being strapped on my back in the cot made it difficult but it finally filled the back of my nappy with a sloppy mass as I also wet again at the same time. I dozed fitfully before finally nodding off again.
Morning eventually arrived, by which time the mess in my nappy had cooled and was definitely unpleasant, when mum breezed in to my room.
“It smells like baby messed her nappy” she said opening a window “and about time too, I was considering giving you an enema if you didn’t poop today.” I didn’t know what an enema was but from the disappointed tone in mums voice I am sure that I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. She went back over to door way and called out “Mary can you move baby’s highchair on to the back porch please?”
“Yes mum. Has baby messed herself then?”
“Yes big time.” I heard Mary’s laughter as she went to do as mum asked her. Mum unclipped the reins from the cot but instead of releasing me she lifted me out and carried me downstairs. I knew she was strong from when she spanked me a couple of days ago but was still surprised that she could pick me up effortlessly. “What a stinky baby I have got” she smiled and then to my horror started patting my bottom making my pooh spread toward the front. “We’ll give you a bath later and get you all nice and clean and smelling like a little baby girl should.”
I spent nearly an hour and a half on the back porch but mum removed my mittens so that I could feed myself, as she said she didn’t want to have to put up with my smell while she had her breakfast. I felt like commenting that if she changed me neither of us would have to, I just didn’t a repeat of my earlier spanking. When they finished their breakfast and tidied up they then disappeared and with my hands free I considered trying to get free but what was the point, I was in a wet and messy nappy and only had baby girl style clothes to escape in. Mum eventually returned and to my relief said I would be getting a bath straight away and that she would be doing it as Mary had gone to her friends. It was a messy clean up but eventually I was sitting in a warm if heavily scented bubble bath being washed by mum, little babies don’t wash themselves I was told. I was left in just nappies, plastic panties and a pink camisole as mummy said she would dress me properly after lunch. I had to play with the dolls again as mum watched her programs and Mary appeared just in time to look after me as mum got the lunch ready. Mary ignored me mostly just making sure I was playing properly until mum called us in for lunch. I was relieved to see that whilst it was still pureed, my lunch was no longer green and as it happened did not taste too bad. I just wish I didn’t have to have two bottles of milk afterwards. With lunch finished I was freed from the highchair and mum took me up to my bedroom and thankfully changed my already soggy nappy. She then dressed me in the lavender dress outfit with the matching rhumba panties and frilly petticoat and when she had pushed my dummy back in tied on the frilly bonnet which restricted my view, and then my reins with their bells. I crawled downstairs as per mums’ instructions but instead of going in to the kitchen or lounge she shepherded me towards the front door.
“Mary are you ready, I’m taking baby out to the car?”
“Coming mum” replied Mary arriving in a t-shirt and shorts, much plainer and cooler than my outfit. Mum then turned to me amused at the fear evident on my face.
“Yes baby as it’s such a nice day we’re going to the park. Don’t worry, not the local one where all your friends are, because although Mary and I would find it very amusing it might cause you more problems when you go back to school. If you behave like its wonderful being a sissy baby girl then we will stay there otherwise we will be visiting the local park. Now you can stand up to get in to the car.” Mum then opened the front door and led me to the car and making me wait as she went to unlock it, I just hoped no one would see me and then forced me to get in to a baby style seat. She strapped me in such a way as to further expose my nappy and baby panties as Mary got in to the front seat. “There we are, all safe and sound, off we go then.” She started the car and drove over to the other side of town to a park where hopefully no one knew me. Before she got me out mum opened the boot and brought out some items, the frill on my bonnet preventing me from seeing what it was. She released me and had me walk to the back of the car where I was astonished to see what was obviously a baby’s stroller but in a much larger size.
“Well don’t just stare at it get in” mum said impatiently. Once seated she fastened my reins to clips in the buggy before strapping me in. “We don’t want baby to fall out…”
“Or try to run away again” added Mary with a giggle “Not that he’d get very far in his present outfit.”
“Look what I also got for my baby, a pretty nappy bag.” She held up a bright pink bag with the word’s Sissy Baby’s Nappy Bag in bright red letters smiling when she saw my reaction, it worried me as I was already wet. “Remember baby when we meet anyone you are to act like a happy sissy baby if you don’t we go to visit your friends in the park at home.” Like I had any friends just fellow class mates who would treat me even worse if they saw me like this. We finally moved off from the car park heading towards an area where children were playing on the apparatus. Mum took us over to the shade of a tree about a hundred yards from the children and I could already see some curious looks in my direction. Then two girls who had given several glances in our direction started to approach us as obviously their curiosity had got the better of them.
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Part 20 - In the Park
“Remember to act like a good little baby girl” mum reminded me as the girls appoached. I just nodded not wanting to speak as the girls were very close.
“Why is your big girl in nappies still?” asked the first girl.
“That’s because he has been very naughty so now he is being punished by being dressed as a baby girl.”
“Is she a boy?” asked the second on in disbelief.
“Yes, underneath all those frills is a little sissy boy. It was meant to be a punishment but I think he likes being a baby girl. Isn’t that right sissy?” I looked at mummy who said
“Take your dummy out baby and tell these nice little girls how you feel about being treated like a sissy baby girl.” I seriously wanted to tell her how I really felt but the thought of having to do this in front of all the kids at my local park made me think again, so I just removed my dummy.
“I wove being an ickle thithy baby girlie in my pwetty dwetheth and woverly nap-napth.” I said in the high pitched voice mum insisted on, causing both girls to burst out laughing.
“Let’s go and tell the others” Said the first and they ran off to a group of girls over by the swings.
“What a good baby you were” smiled mummy “keep this up and we will keep coming to this park.” I cringed realising that this was not to be a one-off.
A few moments’ later seven little girls with ages ranging from about five to nine came up; this included the original two who were about eight. The laughter was almost deafening.
“Does she really use her nappies?” asked one of the youngest girls.
“Mandy it’s a boy not a girl and his mummy says she does.”
“Yuck, even my sisters out of nappies and she’s not even two and a half.”
“Yes dear” said my mum “but my little sissy baby loves her nappies even when she’s wet and messy.” The girls obviously found this hard to believe so mum had me repeat saying how I loved being a sissy baby girl which caused further hilarity. Things were about to get worse as she continued. My baby girl is wet and needs a nappy change, would any of you like to help?”
A chorus of yeses went up from four of the girls including the first two girls who it turned out were called Natasha and Jenny. Mum laid out the changing mat on the blanket before ordering me to lie down on it, making sure all my petticoats were out of the way first. The girls laughed again when they saw the pink plastic panties I had on under the frillier rhumba ones and watched as mum removed those as well. There were a few giggles when mum unpinned my nappy and revealed me to be a smooth as a baby. When mum got out baby wipes Natasha asked if she could clean me up.
“Of course dear, baby loves having big girls like you look after her” smiled mum seeing me go red with embarrassment. Natasha was very gentle but thorough and had it not been for the embarrassment I think my pee-pee, as mum insisted I refer to it, would have reacted. Once clean mum rubbed some cream in to my nappy area and then produced the baby talc.
“Can I do that?” asked a girl of about four “mummy allows me to do it for my baby sister.”
“Of course you can, I’m sure you’re a big help to your mummy, helping to look after babies is what big girls do” mummy said handing her the talc. If having a young girl clean me up was embarrassing having a girl who was not even in school yet help was even worse. Once complete mummy pulled up the thick nappies and pinned them securely in place before pulling on a clean pair of pink plastic panties followed by the frilly rhumba panties.
“Does your baby only have pink plastic panties?” one girl asked.
“No she has other colours but pink is her favourite colour just like all prissy girls. Isn’t that right baby?” she asked.
“Yeth mummy baba woves pwetty pink pantieth.” My answer brought more laughter from the girls as mum just smiled and replaced my dummy.
“Well I thinks it’s about time we took baby home it will soon be time for her tea and then bed.”
“What time does she go to bed” Jenny asked looking at her watch.
“Babies bed time is usually between half past five and six o’clock.”
“That’s earlier than my two year old sister” said the little girl.
“Yes but that’s because she’s not a baby like Danni here.”
“Are you going to come again?” asked Jenny.
“Yes probably two or three times a week. Will you girls be here to help change her?”
“Yes we come here after school and most of the day at weekends.”
“In that case we’ll probably meet up again and anyone who wants to help with baby will get the chance. Well good bye.” With that said I was placed back in my stroller to return the short distance to the car. “You were really good baby, keep that up and that is the only park we will have to go to.” Great I thought more humiliation at the hands of little girls.
“Wasn’t it nice having such sweet little girls wanting to help mummy change your nappy?” Mary asked.
“No Marwy.” She laughed.
“Good I‘ll enjoy watching you squirm in the coming weeks. Perhaps we should let them help even more than they did this time mummy.”
“Perhaps, I think it would do baby good.” With a few more giggles we got in to the car and returned home.
Once home I was fed more baby food and two bottles of formula before being taken up to bed. I complained about such an early bedtime but was told that babies needed their rest. Before they left mummy pointed out the baby monitor.
“I want you to get to sleep now baby and not hear another peep is that understood?” I nodded as mum had replaced my dummy after I complained about the early bed time or should that be cot time, they then left me closing the door after them.
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Part 21 - Baby Day 4
The morning followed the usual pattern with being fed rusks and the usual two bottles of formula in my high chair then forced to play with my dolls until I was finally changed at about ten o’clock. Julie supervised me whilst she read her book until mum called us in for lunch which fortunately the same brown mush as yesterday.
Mum changed me straight after lunch, which was unusual, putting me in to a bright yellow outfit with matching rumba panties and bonnet. All items heavily lace trimmed and adorned with yellow ribbon bows. As mum returned me to the lounge floor where my dolls were we passed a mirror where I saw a prissy little girl, with my face, reflected wearing a sissy baby outfit. As I sat down again the front doorbell rang.
“Oh good she’s here.” Although I had been shown off to people already it didn’t lessen my trepidation as to who it was. I found out soon enough as mum ushered Aunty Emma in to the lounge. When she saw me she gave a big smile.
“I see our little sissy baby’s dressed properly at last, come here and give me a hug.” Knowing I was not allowed up I crawled across the floor and she bent down so I could give her a hug. To my surprise she picked me up and then sat down placing me on her lap. “Well there is no doubt this time that you really are a big sissy baby girl and a very prissy one at that. That’s such a pretty bonnet you’re wearing and at least with the sissy baby dress it easy to see you’re wearing a nappy. Are you wet baby?” I shook my head. “No baby I expect a nice full answer when you’re asked a question.” I looked at mummy.
“Yes baby you can take your dummy out whilst you answer Aunty Emma.”
“I’m sorry baby I didn’t realise you needed permission to remove it, still as a baby everything is decided for you. Still I asked you a question.”
“No aunty, thithy baby ith dwy” I answered hating the way I had to talk and having to use a high pitched voice.
“How cute” laughed Aunty Emma “still I think I ought to check make sure baby’s telling the truth.” “She had better be” commented mum ominously. With that said Aunty Emma slid two fingers in the leg of my rhumba panties and into my nappy having a good feel around. “It’s seems baby is telling the truth so I expect you deserve the nice present I have for you. It’s really suitable for a little baby girl” she said pulling out something wrapped in pink paper printed with little baby girls wearing nappies and frilly bonnets.
“What pretty paper” mum said “so suitable for her. Well don’t keep us waiting baby, open your present.” I held my hands up indicating that I was unable to do so with mittens on. Mum knew what I meant but was not going to let me off that easily.
“What’s the matter baby?”
“Pweath I can’t undo my pwesent wiff my mittenth on.”
“Here let me help” my aunt said undoing them and removing them. I the pulled of the paper and undid the tissue paper to reveal a large pink plastic rattle with little animals printed on it and with a pink ribbon attached.
“What a lucky baby, pick it up and give it a shake” mummy said. I felt so infantile as I picked it up and gave it a shake. “Harder than that baby we really want to be able to hear it.” I shook it harder.
“Clever baby” said Aunty Emma “and look if we pop the ribbon over your head you won’t lose it or leave it anywhere.”
“Ideal” said mum “but let’s all go into the kitchen and get a drink. You crawl with us too baby but I still want to hear you shaking your rattle.” So I followed them in to the kitchen shaking my rattle as I went and mum then placed me in my highchair much to Aunty Emma’s amusement. They drank there tea and then aunty fed me two bottles of formula insisting that I continually shake my rattle. I did not get sleepy or go down for a nap which only confirmed my suspicion that my nap time bottles were laced with something to make me sleep. It was another hour before I got a nappy change which Aunty Emma insisted on helping and mum actually got me ready for bed so I knew that was the last change I would get today. I was still in my highchair when Mary returned from visiting her friends and she insisted on feeding me my tea of baby food explaining that they would be having grown up food that’s not good for babies, once baby was in her cot. She finished off with two further bottles of formula and as I was already wet I knew it would be a long night. It turned out to be very long as I was actually put and strapped in to my cot and forced to suc-k my dummy by half past five and was awake for a number of hours while hearing mum, Mary and Aunty Emma enjoying themselves.
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Part 22 - My Birthday Party
The worse day of the two months was the Saturday after my return. The morning went as before with me having rusks and formula for breakfast and finally being changed at about ten o’clock. After a further lunch of the horrible green vegetable puree – yes she had made some more – and more formula, mum released me from the highchair and made me crawl up to my bedroom where she stripped me off before giving a very perfumed bubble bath and washed my hair. After a heavy dusting of highly scented talc she pinned me in to a thick clean nappy. It was unusual to be changed and bathed so soon after lunch but as I had been wet and slightly messy I wasn’t going to complain. She then allowed me to stand and step in to the biggest of the waist slips from my wardrobe before pulling a camisole over my head and pulling it down into place. It was fairly plain apart from the pink bow on the front.
”Don’t move” she demanded before nipping to her bedroom only to return holding out a new dress. I could not believe it, the baby dresses that I had been wearing were ultra frilly but seemed plain compared to this one. “Don’t you like your pretty party frock?” mum asked smiling. What was to like? I don’t think that they could have found room to add any more lace to it and a profusion of bright pink ribbon bows adorned the sleeves, bodice and hem. “I rearranged your party for this afternoon as you weren’t here on the proper day” she scowled, “still it has allowed people time to get appropriate gifts for you as big boy items are obviously not suitable.” Mum pulled the dress over my head and did the buttons up the back, there seemed to be a lot of them so now way was I going to get out of it without help. Mum took the wide sash, pink matching the ribbons, and tied it around me and in to a big bow at the back. She then picked up a pair of white rhumba panties with rows of alternating white and pink lace over front and back and pulled them up my legs and over the plastic panties containing my nappy. Finally she pulled white ankle socks on me adorned with two rows of pink lace and baby style shoes. “Now if you promise to be a good baby girl I will let you go down without your baby bonnet. Well are you?”
“Yeth mummy” I answered, the bonnets were a real nuisance. She then pinned a large pink bow in to my hair which was getting shoulder length as mum refused to let me get it cut despite comments from school.
“Right let’s show my little baby what she looks like” and walked me from the nursery to her bedroom and its full length mirror. I was prepared for a shock but even my expectations were exceeded. There facing me was a very prissy baby girl dressed up for a very fancy occasion with all the pink accents highlighted by the white background with the lacy ruffles of her fancy panties just showing beneath the hem of her dress. Despite all this and my somewhat large size it was still obviously me as mum had said before babies don’t wear makeup.
“Okay then baby downstairs, your guests will be arriving soon.” I was sat on a blanket in the middle of the floor with legs splayed out by the thickness of the nappy which was very obvious despite the frilly rhumba panties covering it. There were a few baby toys lying on it including the baby rattle from Aunty Emma which mum placed over my head saying she wanted to be able to hear me using it. I was still shaking it when my sister entered the room wearing a very grown up dress. It was obvious from her reaction that she had not seen the outfit before which went from amazement to utter hilarity. She laughed so much I thought she was going to be sick but eventually got herself under control.
“You make such a pretty baby girl, well for a sissy that is. I don’t think I‘ve ever seen such a frilly and prissy baby outfit like that, all your party guests are going burst out laughing when they see you.” I was about to tell her to shut up, which probably wasn’t a smart idea when I was saved by the front door bell ringing.
“Mary can you get that please? I’ll be down in a minute” called mum from upstairs.
“Yes mum” answered Mary going to the front door. I could hear voices but couldn’t work out who it was. I knew a few seconds later when Amy, Debbie and Alice walked in the room and had similar reaction to Mary’s.
“Well don’t you look a pathetic little sissy baby” said Alice still smiling “I am glad as I prefer to buy gifts for a baby girl than a sissy little boy.” All the girl’s gathered around me fluffing up the dress and frilly petticoats but I looked towards the door which Mary noticed.
“Emma can’t come baby so you won’t have anyone to be nice to you today which serves you right.”
“Does Emma like the sissy?” asked Alice.
“Yes, I think she does or at least has a soft spot for her” Mary answered.
“How cute but I can’t think what she sees in you.” At this point mum was entering the room when the front door bell rang again and she left to answer it. A little while later Aunty Helen and Aunty Emma walked in and both just laughed so I assume that they had seen the outfit beforehand.
“If you could all put your presents on the coffee table baby Danni can open them later when everyone has arrived” said mum. I could see that they all appeared to be wrapped in paper appropriate for a baby girl.
The next two to arrive were Marcie and Jenny, two girls from my class who had been bringing me schoolwork. It turned out that the invite to my party was what they wanted to keep quiet at school about my prissy baby outfits.
It seemed that that was all that was coming, well let’s face it I had no friends to invite and both my aunt’s were here as well as Mary’s friends. I suppose I should have been glad that Aunty April and the girl’s hadn’t been invited.
Finally mum decided everyone was here and the initial teasing had abated slightly.
“Right baby you can start unwrapping your presents.” I looked at the array of presents on the table knowing that I was not going to like any of them but a stern look from mum spurred me in to action. I knew she would not hesitate to spank me in front of all the visitors for any disobedience and probably on my bare bottom. The first present I picked up was a joint present from Mary’s friends. I removed the paper to see a plain box which I opened up. When I said I would not like the presents that turned out to be an understatement as right on the top of the box was a pack of three bright pink dummies each with a pink ribbon dummy clip attached which rekindled the laughter as did the set of pastel coloured teething keys on a ring and another babies rattle. The next item was an Alice band atop which was perched a large pink ribbon bow and attached to the same card were two hair slides with only smaller bows to match then underneath the last item was a matching set in white.
“Aren’t they lovely presents?” said mum looking at me.
“Yeth mummy they are.”
“Well I think you should thank each of the girls and give them a big hug.” I did so giving them each a kiss on the cheek.
“We knew you would like them as they are so babyish” giggled Amy. Having done so I turned to see that mum had removed one of the dummies which she looped the ribbon over my head.
“There you are in case you need it but now why don’t you try on the white ribbon Alice band as it will go so nice with your dress?” It wasn’t really a suggestion but more of a command. As I removed it from the card mum took off the bow she had placed in my hair when she dressed me this morning then taking the Alice band put it in place to the amusement of all the guests. I was then pointed back to the remaining presents.
The next present I opened was from Aunty Emma; as I pulled the paper off I could see a silky white material printed with little pink flowers. When I pulled it out full I saw it was another drawstring nightie such as the pink one mum had made. This one however had sewn in mittens, and lace around the collar and wrists. If this wasn’t bad enough the bodice was plain white and trimmed using the same lace with the words Sissy Baby embroidered in pink and surrounded by embroidered flowers. It also came with a matching bonnet heavily trimmed with matching lace.
“What a lucky baby” said mum “we’ll have to let you wear that to bed tonight. Now thank your aunty and give her a big hug and a kiss.” I crawled over to Emma who picked me up in her arms as if I was a real baby.
“Thanku aunty fow my pwetty nightdweth.”
“That’s alright my friend makes nighty’s for girls of all ages although she was a bit surprised when I told her that I wanted a drawstring in the bottom and what I wanted embroidered on it. She really laughed when I told that it was for a fifteen year old boy.” I gave her a hug and went to give her a kiss on the cheek when she turned her head and gave me a big sloppy kiss on the lips leaving the definite flavour of lipstick on my lips. She finally released me and I looked around to see everyone was smiling at what she had done.
The present from Marcie and Jenny turned out to be two large white satin, plastic backed, bibs, one trimmed with white lace the other with pink, they also both had the words Sissy Baby Danni’ on them.
“We thought they would be suitable and I’m sure he could wear them to school dinners if he wanted.” This caused further laughter but fortunately mum said that would be up to me but I definitely would be wearing them at home..
The almost constant teasing was so bad by this time that I was having trouble trying to stop myself from crying which was obviously noticed by Mary.
“Look baby’s so happy with her presents that she’s crying. Never mind I have some of her hankies, here you are baby.” I looked and saw that she had four of the kitten hankies which she placed on the coffee table next to me.
“Are they really hers?” asked Debbie “they’re so childish.”
“Yes little girly hankies just right for a sissy baby.” The amusement grew as Mary explained how I got two packs kitten hankies, considered too babyish for a 4 year old but slanted it to suggest that I really wanted them and used them despite being 13 years old at the time which just led to further teasing. There was further laughter as I actually used them to dry my tears.
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Part 23 The Party Continues
Mary then handed me her present with a big smile. I opened it to find it contained two DVD’s and to my horror saw it was all programs from the Midnight Garden program which I loathed.
“I’m so glad you like it, all toddler’s do and there’s six hours of programs to watch and I know you’ll want to join in like a good little sissy baby. You do want to copy what they’re doing don’t you?” It was the last thing I wanted and briefly considered throwing them at her but instead replied as expected.
“Yeth of couthe Mawy.”
“Then I‘ll make sure you get to and you can watch it lots of times. She’s only managed to see a few programs” she told the others “and we didn’t get to tape them.” The girl’s laughed as all three had younger brothers and sisters who watched it and knew how childish it was.
I put the DVD’s with my other present and picked up the next one which turned out to be Aunty Helens present. It was quite large present and I was stunned when I ripped off the paper to see a Betsy Wetsy doll, what made it wore was that she was wearing an outfit almost identical to mine except her dress was long enough to cover her nappy. All the girls sniggered when they saw what I had been given.
“I know you like playing with your sisters dollies but I thought you would like to have one of your own. I knew mummy was having your dress made for your birthday party and got the lady who made it make the same for your dolly. So she’s not only wearing the same as you but she also wets herself like you do.” Her last comments brought raucous laughter from everyone and further tears from me. As with other presents I was forced to thank her for her present and give her a hug and kiss. “That’s alright baby all little girls like to have a dolly they take everywhere they go.” She emphasised her point by removing it from the box and handing it to me to every ones amusement.
I thought I had finished opening all the presents and as the laughter finally died down a bit mum stood up. “Well you certainly have a lot of lovely and suitably babyish presents but for mine you will have to crawl into the dining room as I couldn’t wrap it up.” I crawled after her followed by the rest of the guests and as I entered the dining room I was stunned speechless. There next to the table was a babies highchair but big enough for me to fit in, gone was the makeshift chair of the last few days. The highchair was obviously made of wood but it had been painted bright pink and a padded seat and backrest added with pictures of fairies on both. “So what do you say baby?” mum asked. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
“Mum she obviously likes it so much she doesn’t know what to say” giggled Mary, other guests adding their laughter.
“A thank-you would be enough” said mum with an edge to her voice. I felt sick at the thought but knew delaying would bring a spanking in front of everyone.
“Fannk you mummy fow my pwetty highchaiw” I managed to squeak out.
“That’s alright baby you’ll get plenty of use out of it as you will be having all your meals sitting in it. In fact why not try it out now as it is nearly tea time.” I was then placed in the high chair and mummy produced my baby reins to strap me in and then strapped my wrists to the side of the table with straps I had not noticed. “Baby’s hands need to be kept out of the way as they just make a mess with their food otherwise” mum explained but it meant that I was totally helpless. With help from the others the table was soon set.
Tea was dreadful as mum had put on a large spread of food for the guests but insisted it was too rich for a baby and I had to have baby food. She put one of the frilly bibs that Marcie and Jenny had given me around my neck and the allowed Amy to feed me saying that if I interfered she would put my mittens on me; with my wrists strapped to the highchair how did she expect me to interfere? I thought I was getting away without having to drink two bottles of formula which as my bladder was fairly full, I hoped for. But once everyone else had finished their tea I was taken and put on Aunty Helen’s lap to be fed them.
“Fancy” Helen said as I began to drink “here you are a fifteen year old boy drinking from a bottle just like a fifteen month old baby and dressed like a girl at that and with a frilly baby girls bib on. Yet you look so natural.” This caused further laughter, had I been able to talk I probably would not have dared to complain. I just sat there trying to stop myself from wetting my nappy but the extra fluid I was drinking soon made that impossible and hoped to do it without drawing attention to myself. However Aunty Helen must have noticed the warmth in my nappy as she had one hand under my bottom. “It seems baby is wetting herself” she said smiling “well your mummy says you need to stay in it for a while so keep on drinking and we’ll change you when we get around to it.” As it happened it was not quite an hour later when mum decided to change me accompanied by Marcie and Jenny from school who wanted to see what other outfits I had. They really laughed when mum opened the door to the nursery.
“What a perfect room for a sissy baby but I thought Danni said she had a room overlooking the back garden?” queried Marcie.
“That’s his big boy room which is currently locked but this was Mary’s room when she was little and I hadn’t got round to redecorating so it seemed just right for my new baby girl.”
“Will he get his big boy bedroom back?”
“That depends on whether or not she’s a good baby girl for me. Currently this is just for two months but I will extend it if she doesn’t behave herself.” I was placed on the changing table and mummy stripped off the panties and removed my nappy.
“She’s hairless” exclaimed Jenny with a giggle.
“Of course all babies are” explained mum. The girl’s then insisted on cleaning me up and applying baby talc and rubbing it in with the obvious reaction. Mum just smiled then stopped them before I came. She then pinned the thick night time nappy on replacing the plastic panties and rhumba panties. “You wanted to see the rest of sissy’s clothes?”
“Yes please” the girls said together. Mum left me strapped to the changing table and led the girls over to the wardrobe. They seemed to think it was hilarious especially when mum informed them that I would be wearing all the outfits in the next couple of months. She then took them to the chest of draws to show them the matching accessories that came with each outfit which they also thought were so cute and wished that I could go to school all decked out in one of the complete outfits, something I definitely hoped would not happen.
Mum decided that I should get ready for bed and so dressed me in the new nightie and bonnet before carrying me down stairs to say good night to all the guests. Although she left the nightie untied it was long enough to make it difficult to crawl as I went to all the guests in turn thanking them again, in a suitably childish and lisping voice, for their presents and wishing them goodnight. As I reached Aunty Emma she insisted on picking me up and giving me another sloppy kiss before offering to carry me upstairs to which mum agreed. Before we left Aunty Helen said
“Don’t forget your dolly, I expect to see you take her everywhere with you. You will also have to think of a name for her.” Mary picked up the doll and handed it to me then whispered
“Perhaps you could call it Emma then imagine taking Emma to bed with you every night.” I went bright red as she just laughed. As Aunty Emma exited the lounge I could see Mary talking to her friends followed by more laughter. Aunty placed me in my cot before tying the bottom of the nightie up. She then replaced my dummy and used the reins to secure me in place tucking my doll under the covers with me at which point mum arrived with two bottles of formula.
“We don’t want baby to get thirsty do we?” she said. You mean ‘we don’t want baby to stay dry’ was more like it I thought but pointed to my dummy which she removed. “Okay baby drink your formula and make sure you put your dummy back in afterwards.” Mum then turned on the baby monitor and then they left leaving the door ajar presumably so that they could check later without me knowing. I finished both bottles then replaced my dummy. After the stress of being so embarrassed and humiliated at what was meant to be my party it did not take long for me to nod off so I don’t know when the guests left. All I was aware of was that due to the extra bottles of formula I had already been forced to wet my nappy.
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Baby days End
And that’s how my two months, well two months and four days actually, panned out. I got to wear all the six baby outfits on multiple occasions with mum occasionally changing me into a different outfit partway through the day. Every day mum hung one of the dummies from Mary’s friends round my neck and making me use them when I queried anything she was doing. There were weekly visits from Aunty Emma who continued her teasing about what a sissy baby I was and mum insisted on me wearing the rattle round my neck and shaking it.
Mum also took me to the park almost every other day and once Aunty Emma accompanied us. The kids never seemed to tire of making humiliating comments especially after my party when I was forced to take my doll with me. Mum allowed any of the girls who wanted to, to help change my nappy which she did on almost every visit. Whilst mum took me to a different park to lessen the chance of being seen by a class mate she still hung my nappies, baby panties and dresses with their matching bonnets and rhumba panties on the line in the back garden causing a few amused comments from neighbours. Some of the worse times were when she would go shopping and mum had no one to babysit me as then she would strap me in to the stroller and take me with her. We got a number of comments but mum never hid the reason I was dressed as I was from anyone. Most mothers seemed to agree with mine although I did see a number of scared expressions on the faces of the kids accompanying them. I never got used to the taunts of some of the older children but mum told me to just ignore them which was easier said than done.
When the time was finally up mum still supervised my dressing and decided what clothes I had to wear which were still girls’ ones but at least there were no nappies. I would like to be able to say that I never wore them again but over the next nine months I spent a number of weekends attired in nappies and the baby outfits that mum insisted I keep in my wardrobe and using the highchair which was a permanent fixture in the dining room or kitchen.
It still took mum another four months before I was finally allowed to have boys’ clothes, other than my school uniform but I still had to wear frilly girl’s underwear underneath except for a single pair of Y fronts. Yes I did get to go back to school and amazingly the teasing was no worse than it had always been despite mum taking me out in public dressed as a baby girl. So finally everything was getting back to normal, well as normal as it would ever be living with mum and Mary.
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Part 24 Escape?
I was sixteen and I had just finished my GCSE’s and hopefully hadn’t done too badly but was not looking forward to leaving school in three weeks time.. As bad as it had been mum was talking about dressing me as a girl full time when I left and keeping me at home with hints about being a maid which would be worse, with no way of getting out. It had taken a monumental effort to be allowed to stay on and take the exams as my mother said a maid doesn’t need qualifications just proper training. I had at least by this time managed, or earned as mother put it, to get back most of my boy clothes.
Unknown to my mum I had managed to make a friend at school who knew about the way I was treated and seemed to feel sorry for me. Geoff and I had hit it off when he found out that we had a mutual interest in electronics, obviously I could not indulge in this at home but Geoff brought magazines to school and we would discuss things, it seemed I had a knack for it. It turned that he was going to work for his uncle who owned an electronics factory and wanted to know if I was interested. Of course I was but how was I going to get around mum? At school we had internet access and I found out that at sixteen parents could not force you to go back home – I had left a year too early. Further reading though revealed that that only applied if the sixteen year old had a job and a place to stay. If I managed to get a job there was no way I could get a place to stay immediately and then mum could get me back and I would never be allowed to get away again. I went to see Geoff.
“Hi Geoff I am afraid I will not be able to work for your uncle.”
“Why not? I thought you were desperate to leave home.”
“I am but without a place to live mum can have me brought back to her and then I’d never get away. It’s difficult enough getting out for school.” Geoff smiled.
“That’s no problem in fact it couldn’t be better.”
“What is? That I‘m stuck with mum?”
“No, I have found a flat within walking distance of the factory but I can’t afford it on my own but with both our salaries we could. It’s not massive but it has two bedrooms so we could get away from each other and not crowd the other one out if we got lucky” he laughed .
“If you get lucky you mean. I hate to admit it but I wouldn’t know where to start. The only girls I’ve ever met are just there to make fun of me.”
“Well things will change, we should be able to meet girls who don’t know about you and I’m sure you’ll pick it up soon enough.”
“You really think we could do it?”
“Sure but we need to be careful to make sure your mum doesn’t find out. Do you think you could smuggle some of your stuff out a bit at a time? I could store it for you and on the last day of school we can go straight to the flat and meet my uncle there. He has already agreed to take you on.”
“But he hasn’t even met me.” Geoff grinned.
“You know those questions that I was asking you yesterday, all that technical stuff?” I nodded. “Well those were questions from my uncle and you got them all correct in fact to a higher level than he expected, so yes he’s quite happy.”
“And I thought you’d just gone loopy asking me questions which I thought you should know the answers to already. Now I know why, thanks.”
“Right so we start getting all you stuff collected together.”
“No way.”
“What?”
“I’m only bringing boy stuff not everything” I said with a smile. Geoff grinned realising that everything I owned included lots of girls’ clothes and accessories.
“Don’t you want to keep some pretty party dresses?” he teased. “And first pay day we go shopping for guy stuff for you.” And so it began, each day I would hide a few items in my rucksack that I wanted to keep and passed them on to Geoff. He was a bit surprised when he saw some girls’ knickers until I explained that after the last time I ran away I only had one pair of men’s underwear. I also ended up with few other girl items such as the blouses I had to wear due to a lack of shirts. Also I had no money as mum had cut off my allowance at the same time. Still I could wait until I got paid.
I got up on the last day of school and got dressed. Mum had laid out my clothes and I saw it was a white blouse instead of my last white shirt, still that I could take with me, and frilly knickers along with the rest of my school uniform. It seemed that mother had not missed the other boy items that I had taken away already. I then went down to breakfast.
“Morning sweetheart” she said “last day today then you can be your girly self 24/7.” Mum had already vetoed the idea of me staying on to do A Levels. “Your house wife skills will stand you in much better stead than any paper qualification” she stated.
“Yes mum” I answered getting on with my breakfast. Once finished I got ready to leave for school when she stopped me.
“Danni show me your knickers.”
“What?”
“I said show me your knickers, I can’t seem to find your male underpants and I want to make sure you’re not wearing them now.” I smiled to myself knowing that the one pair I owned was already at the flat and pulled down my trousers showing her my frilly knickers. She seemed satisfied and let me leave which I did glad that it would be for good. I got to school and met Geoff.
“Ready for tonight?” he asked.
“You bet.”
“I like your blouse” teased Geoff “I suggest you cover the buttons with your tie though or other people might notice.” I did so and we entered our classroom. The day went really slowly probably because we were both eager to go. The afternoon finished with a school assembly and when it ended we were all cramming the corridors to leave. As I was about to leave the building I looked towards the exit and was astonished to see my mother waiting holding an outfit any four year old girl would refuse to wear. Before she saw me I managed to turn back into the building dragging Geoff with me.
“What’s going on?”
“My mother, that’s what and with a girly outfit for me. She obviously intends to start my full transformation right now in front of everyone. What do we do?” Geoff grinned.
“Wait here” said Geoff grinning.
With that he left and approached my mother. After a short chat mum returned to her car and drove off. When she was out of sight Geoff beckoned to me and I went out and joined him.
“What did you say to get her to leave?”
“Let’s get moving and I’ll tell you on the way.” As we left school grounds we saw the bus we needed to catch approaching and ran to the bus stop and got on.
“Well don’t keep me in suspense” I demanded.
“Simple, I told her that you had fainted in assembly and a teacher had just taken you home not knowing she was coming to collect you and they must have passed on the way.”
“Brilliant.” We ended up at the flat and had a few days before we started work. Although I didn’t care for my mother much I felt that I should let her know that I had left and that I was taking charge of my life and that she was not to worry. Of course I had no intention of letting her know where I was living or working. I had just finished writing it when there was a knock on the front door. We looked at each other, surely she couldn’t have found us already but it turned out to be our boss checking that we had settled in okay, we actually found out that he owned the flat but had said nothing as he wanted to see how we handled getting somewhere to live. He asked what I intended to do about my mother, apparently Geoff had given him an outline of my problem and I explained the letter I had written. He smiled.
“Give me the letter” he said “I’m of to Lancaster tomorrow, I’ll post it when I get up there. If your mother does go looking for you she will probably start there.” I thanked him and he just said make sure we turned up on time on Wednesday. I felt happier than I had in many years and Geoff added to it by insisting on lending me the money to get some essential guy gear. So that week I started without one piece of girly clothing, the reputable stuff went to a charity shop and the rest for recycling.
And so my new life started and the job worked out well and whilst Geoff was working on the bottom rung of management, hoping eventually to take over from his uncle. I was a lowly technician in the research and development department which eventually I would be head of.
There was only one hiccup which was about seven months after we started when Geoff and I were asked to go to the office. When we entered I was surprised to see my mother and two policemen.
“That’s him” she exclaimed “I want him taken home immediately.”
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PART 25
“It’s not that simple ma’am he has rights. Why don’t we sit down and talk this through.”
“Your coming home with me young man” she stated as if the policeman hadn’t spoken.
“Please sit down ma’am” reiterated the policeman. “Now young man I would you like to hear your side of what’s going on.” I explained how I had left home to work at Mr Andrews’s factory and was living in rented accommodation. He asked why I had left without an explanation and I merely stated that I could no longer put up with my mothers treatment of me and had to leave and that I had written to my mother explaining the situation.
“You ungrateful boy after all I did for you.” No longer retrained by her threats I finally said what I had felt for years.
“Don’t you mean what you did to me? It certainly wasn’t for my benefit.”
“What do you mean?” asked the policeman.
“She treated me like a little girl all the time I was at home; I had to wear girl’s underwear under my school uniform and occasionally a school blouse instead of a shirt.” He looked shocked and turned to my mother with a questioning look.
“I don’t know how he could say such lies. I need to get him home obviously he’s mixing with the wrong crowd. He needs a mother’s control he’s too young to be left alone.”
“Well lad what do you have to say?” I said nothing but turned to our boss.
“Mr Andrews could you get the envelope I gave you for safe keeping please?”
“Of course lad” he said and retrieved it and handed it over. Only I knew what was in the envelope and Mr Andrews was the only other person who knew that I even had it. I opened it up and pulled out a dozen photographs of me at different ages. All recognizably me but all in juvenile and frilly dresses and passed them to the policeman. He looked stunned and passed them to my mother.
“Where did you get these? You stole them didn’t you? I want him arrested” demanded my mother not realising that she was admitting to her treatment of me. “That was just a few occasions when he was very naughty.” However the number of photo’s belied that comment.
“Mr Andrews how has Daniel behaved here?” My mother was silent for a change obviously confused by the new line of questions.
“He has worked very hard and has already made a positive impact on the company and as his landlord I know he and Geoff keep the place tidy which for guys their age is an achievement.”
“So you have no complaints?”
“None whatsoever.” The policeman turned to my mother. I’m afraid Mrs Wells that I can not compel your son to go home with you.”
“But…”
“But nothing ma’am as he is sixteen in a good job and has a safe place to live the law says he can stay.”
“It’s not right” she complained “He has to come home.” In the end the policeman had to make her leave with her still saying I should go back to live with her and eventually they took her home. I picked up the photographs I showed them to Geoff and his uncle.
“I know you trusted me and I’m very grateful because you can see just a glimpse of what I went through.”
“Then why did you keep the photographs?” asked Geoff looking shocked as the pictures showed clearly what I had only hinted at before.
“Because I knew mum would try to get me back and I needed proof of what she did and I asked your uncle to look after them in case she found where we were living first.”
I did manage to meet girls and despite everything managed normal relationships. That was all a while ago and I‘m older now with a wife, two daughters and a son who are free to dress however they like.
After the birth of each child I wrote to mum and Mary saying that I had forgiven them, hoping that they would be part of my new life but all I got back was replies indicating that until I was living back with mum they didn’t want to see me. My children did manage to see their grandfather though – yes I managed to track dad down, he was still with the woman he had left mum for and I found out that I had two step sisters who were overjoyed to meet me and find out that they were aunties.
My only sadness was that I never saw mother again but attended her funeral at which my sister would not even speak to me or even reply to my letters.
The End.
I hoped you enjoyed the story, it even has a happy ending which should please some readers, I like it that way as well. I wrote it in response to requests for more punishments being imposed when I posted my last story – Tricked by my Sister. I apologise to those who wanted it to go on longer – perhaps I’ll write another story sometime just don’t hold your breath.
Just so you know I do not condone any of the actions in this story being enacted in real life. Childhood should be a time of innocence, enjoyment and happiness.