Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Pre-2011 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on October 14, 2010, 05:24:55 PM
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Kevin had concealed a webcam in the girls’ dressing room for weeks before it was discovered. He had been selling copies of recordings to his pals. He had acc-umulated a couple of hundred pounds from this little venture.
But he hadn’t understood just how seriously something like that would be viewed by the authorities these days. He regarded it as a bit of cheeky fun. He hadn’t realised that other boys were using the tapes to pleasure themselves. The police didn’t see the funny side of it. He was facing charges and possible listing as a sex offender.
The head mistress of the girls’ school unexpectedly came to his defence. She believed that there hadn’t been any harm meant – that he had been guilty of a terrible misjudgement.
She came up with an alternative proposal to pressing charges. The girls had been mortified by the videos. She asked them to list occasions on which they had been very embarrassed and suggested that Kevin would have to re-enact such occasions to his own acute embarrassment. Kevin’s mother convinced him that it was better than facing the wrath of the law so they agreed.
Tracey Knowles showed his mother a photograph. At the age of ten her mother made her go to a neighbouring girl’s birthday party. The neighbour was only eight and Tracey didn’t really want to go. Not only that but her mother made her wear her old party dress which was really too small for her. She turned up to find the younger girls were in jeans and playing messy games in the garden.
Kevin was shown the photograph that he had to recreate. Jane Hogan in the next street was having her eighth birthday party next week. Kevin’s mother was not short of money and had a replica dress made.
On the Saturday Kevin stood outside Jane’s door in his pink frilly party dress. He tried to push down his dress but layers of petticoats kept it flouncy and short, just like Tracey’s in the photograph. Although it couldn’t be seen in the snap, she convinced his mother that she was wearing matching frilly pink panties. Kevin desperately hoped that nobody could see them on him. The white tights, lace-trimmed ankle socks and t-bar shoes were bad enough. His hair was tied up on either side with pink ribbons. He had to wear white gloves.
Mrs. Hogan answered the door and burst out laughing. She stood back to allow Kevin to walk in. His petticoats rocked back and forth around him as he walked and he desperately tried to steady them.
The eight year olds thought is was hilarious. They had all dutifully worn jeans and shorts and t-shirts. Kevin went bright red in his pink dress. Mrs. Hogan suggested that he take a glass of cola from the coffee table. He walked across, bent over and reached for the glass. The room exploded in laughter and he realised that he had already revealed his pink frilly panties to the assembled audience.
The girls were determined to make the most of it and he was made to skip and play hop scotch and just about anything that would make his dress and petticoats fly around and expose his frilly panties.
When they cut the cake, he was forced to stand to recreate Tracey’s embarrassing photograph, standing there in his pink dress with all the more trendily dressed little girls around him.
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Next was Sara Darcy. She had been asked to do waitress for Lady Winthrop at her mansion a few weeks before. When she arrived the old lady insisted that she had to wear an old fashioned maid’s uniform and apron. Most of the town’s most important people were there – a group photo was taken – and Sara was most embarrassed.
Kevin stood outside the drawing room. He winced as his tightly strung corset bit into his sides. He fluffed up the skirt of his maid’s uniform before entering. It was hard to get the netting underneath to lie even. He almost lost his balance in his four-inch heels. He was acutely aware of his black lace-top stockings. His suspenders stretched with every step he took. It felt like his stockings were slipping down all the time but he couldn’t see if the lace-tops were visible or not. It had taken him an age to get his seams straight since the tight corset made it difficult for him to twist his body.
He straightened his white lace headband before entering. The room was full of the girls from school. They tittered as he tottered into the room. He curtseyed as trained, taking the hem of his uniform on either side and lifting it up giving a good display of his net petticoats.
It was too easy really. Lady Winthrop ordered him to pick up a tray. He immediately bent over and the girls all laughed at his white knickers with three layers of lace across and the contrasting black lace on the tops of his stockings and the suspender straps with a little pink bow on the button. He froze and wanted to kick himself. He was going to have to remember.
Within minutes his feet were killing him from the heels but he was scheduled to be their maid for the whole afternoon. They found every reason under the sun to get him to scamper back and forth from the kitchen. “Quickly! Quickly!” Lady Winthrop barked. He minced across the room in a vain attempt to run which was impossible in the heels.
When he finally got to take the shoes off his feet were practically moulded into the shape of the high heels. He had to spend a couple of minutes easing his feet back into a flat position despite the fact that he was desperate to unlace his corset. When he got to do that the marks of the bones were deeply imprinted on his sides. He breathed deeply a few times before pulling the corset down over his bottom.
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Paula Welsh’s most embarrassing moment was having to make her first communion when she was three years older than all the other girls. Her mother was hopelessly out of date with the fashions and sent her along in an above-the-knee, petticoat-packed dress while all the little girls wore more fashionable ballet length unfussy dresses.
Unfortunately for Kevin, first communion season was just a fortnight away. He was driven up to the local church. His mother opened the door of the limo and he had to step out. He tried to flatten down his pink organza petticoats under the white taffeta dress. His mother fiddled with his veil. He wanted to hide behind it but she pushed it out at the sides of his face.
She picked a thread off his snow white tights, fluffed out the pink lace on his ankle socks and licked her finger to wipe a smudge off his white shoes. He tugged nervously at the lace trim on his white gloves. She handed him his parasol and he opened it and rested it on his shoulder. In his left hand he clutched his white handbag.
As he walked towards the church, the wind blew and with his hands full, struggling to control his parasol, he could do nothing to steady his fluttering petticoats. He reckoned that there was no need to bend over but people had probably already seen glimpses of his thickly frilled panties.
The little girls in their long dresses all sniggered at his short frilly frock. The boys looked over in disbelief from their parallel line in their smart suits.
He was at least a foot taller then any other communicants and wore the shortest dress so his long white legs in tights really caught everyone’s attention.
Paula’s mother’s treasured photo of the day had been taken in the local restaurant so Kevin had to go there for a meal as well. He had great difficulty in settling his petticoats evenly underneath his bottom when he sat. But the biggest problem was in the (ladies) toilet. His dress was tightly buttoned up his back so he had a devil of a job trying to pin his petticoats and dress back with his elbows with his tights and frilly panties down around his ankles.
He sat on the toilet and sighed heavily. How bad could it get?
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Sophie Lawless produced the photo of her from last year’s end of year school play. The secondary school puts it on for the primary school kids. It’s a medley of scenes from nursery rhymes and fairy tales.
Kevin was told to turn up for the dress rehearsal on Thursday - which was a bit mean since it wasn’t really until Friday and all of the others were in their normal clothes. Kevin trudged in wearing his Bo-Peep outfit. While it was the longest dress that he got to wear, the pantaloons came to his ankles and had three layers of pink edged lace-trim below his hem on either leg. His enormous bonnet was tied under his chin. His stiff hoops under his dress rocked back and forth as he walked. He held a crook.
A local newspaper photographer turned up looking for a publicity photo. Since Kevin was the only one in costume dozens of photos were taken of him as Bo Peep with assurances to the director of the play that it would get front page coverage.
Saturday night was the big night. The school hall was packed. Kevin didn’t realise how high the stage was until he saw the row of smiling faces in the front row looking up his hooped dress at the frills that continued up his pantaloons.
At the after-play party his feet were aching because of the heeled shoes he had to wear. When a seat became free he rushed to sit down. When he did so the hoop of his dress pushed right up at the front giving a full view of his pantaloons. So he just had to stand.
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Tanya Grey had a photo of her at her granny’s. She was a toddler. Her granny had given her a present of an outrageously frilly dress when she was even smaller and had hardly ever seen it on her so her mother had insisted on her wearing it for the visit. It was so short on her that her nappy could be seen and she had been a little old to be still in nappies.
Kevin’s mother insisted that he had to wear a nappy to get the full effect. He was more mortified than ever as she pinned him into a cloth nappy. She pulled plastic pants up over it. Once again she’d had a perfect replica outfit made for him.
He was buttoned into the pink dress that flared at breast level over layers of petticoats. The sleeves were puffed out and the dress had a Peter Pan collar. There were matching panties but first pink wool knit tights were pulled up over his nappy and then the frilly panties.
Pink fleece booties were tied on his feet and a pink bonnet was placed on his head and tied under his chin. His mother pinned a large pink soother to the collar of his dress and let it dangle on his chest. Then she pulled mittens onto his hands and he was ready to go.
She lifted him into the car since he couldn’t walk in the dirt in his booties. He sat in the back of the car feeling miserable. He looked down at the soother. Tanya had been suc-king on it in the photo so he knew they would make him.
His Granny was delighted as he waddled in the door. She’d never made such a fuss of him before. He was immediately treated to soda and cakes. His mother insisted on tying a bib around his neck much to everyone’s amusement but his mittens were removed so he could pick up the food and drink.
The photo was taken. Kevin had to suc-k on the soother. He had seen in the hall mirror that his nappy was clearly visible under the frilly panties and tights.
But his mother showed no signs of wanting to go home. He was stuck there in the toddler dress and nappy. Inevitably after all that soda, he soon felt the urge. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to remove the nappy and replace it without help.
“I need to go to the toilet Mummy”, he informed her. “That’s fine, go ahead” she replied smiling. He wasn’t sure what to do but stood and headed towards the bathroom. “Where are you going?” she asked. He turned to her. “To the bathroom.” “Don’t be silly dear. You can go in your nappy”, she told him. His jaw dropped.
“No way!” he declared. “Yes, way”, his mother responded. “I have a clean nappy and plastic pants in the bag over there. So you’re fine.” Kevin was flabbergasted. “There’s no way I’m going in a nappy” he insisted and pulled up his dress to get underneath.
His mother and granny grabbed his wrists and pulled the mittens back onto his hands. This time they squeezed the elasticated wrist band and he felt something tightening with little clicks. He tried to pull off a mitten by pinning it under his arm but it wouldn’t budge. He pulled at the end with his teeth but it was held firm at the wrist.
The mittens were padded and he couldn’t use his fingers at all. He was unable to get inside the elastic of his panties to take them off. He reached up to try to undo his dress at the back but that was pointless as well. All he did was give everybody a great view of his full frilly panties.
He was panicking now as he was bursting to go. The women carried on talking and there was clearly no argument. He sat there desperately trying to avoid wetting his nappy but the inevitable happened and he felt the warm pee spread around his bottom.
Tears ran down his cheeks and his mother knew what had happened. She pushed the soother into his mouth. “There, there.” He tried to spit it out but she held it there firmly. “Keep that in if you want your nappy changed honey.”
So he lay back on a towel, suc-king on a soother while his mother and granny removed his soggy nappy, washed and powdered his nether regions, put him in a clean nappy and plastic pants, pulled up his tights and frilly panties again.
He sat there glumly suc-king on his soother for the rest of the visit. He was so relieved to get out of the nappy at home.
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Of course, many of the girls had similar experiences of embarrassing toddler or baby outfits. A week later Kevin was in a three tiered lilac baby dress with matching panties and bonnet. Once again his dress did little to cover the fact that he was wearing a cloth nappy.
In the photo, Millie Finch was sitting in a high chair. So as well as having his large baby dress made, his mother had a large high chair crafted for him. Kevin was strapped into the chair and the tray locked in position in front of him. His feet in their booties dangled in mid air.
Millie’s face was covered in dribbles of milk and spots of rusks in the photo. Kevin’s Mum tied a bib around his neck and pushed the teat of a large baby bottle into his mouth. Kevin suc-ked away. It took ages. Every now and again his mother would whip the teat out of his mouth causing a little splash of milk on his cheeks. The second time she took the bottle out, he burped and they all laughed.
Then she spoon-fed him a bowl of rusks. She did so hurriedly so that little bits would get rubbed off on his face. When he finished his bowl, she looked at her watch. “Where is that photographer?” The phone rang and he gave his apologies - he couldn’t get there until lunchtime.
Kevin was freed from his high-chair but had to stay in his baby dress and nappy for the morning. He wet his nappy just before noon and his mum changed him into a clean one.
He was fed another bottle and bowlful at lunchtime. The photographer showed up but this time there was no sign of Millie. Kevin wet himself again within the hour and was strapped into the high chair with his face covered in cold food and his nappy soggy when the cameraman finally snapped him.
When the others left, his mother changed his nappy again. He protested when she went to put another nappy on him. The set-up for the photo was surely finished.
His mother pushed his soother into his mouth. “We have another baby dress for you to wear tomorrow so you might as well stay in nappies.” “Mmmpppggggghhhhh!” he complained. But with his hands in mittens there was nothing he could do. He was bottle and spoon fed again later and had a couple more nappy changes before bed. He had to get up in the middle of the night and wake his mother for another change.
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The following morning he was strapped into his high chair following his morning rusks when a delivery arrived. A flat-pack was placed in the middle of the floor. His mother and Cindy Barlow started to assemble a large cot. Kevin watched as the two barred sides and the end panels were screwed together. The base was put in and a mattress.
Eventually a pink nightie was put on him and a thin white lace bonnet. His mother helped him climb into his cot. Cindy tittered at the sight of his bulky nappy when he leaned over. The side bars were raised into place with a click.
Photos were taken of Kevin clutching the bars of his cot and looking miserable in his pink nightie with the plastic pants of his nappy and the floral pattern of his nappy clearly visible below.
The others went into the kitchen for a cup of tea when they were done. Kevin was unhappy about being left in the cot. He looked for the catch on the side bars. It wasn’t that complicated but with his hands in mittens it was impossible for him to open it. He shook the bars to test them but they held firm. He sat down in the cot and sighed.
Half an hour later he wet his nappy. He no longer tried to hold out as there was no point. He called his mum. “Yes dear?” “I need you.” “What for dear?” He sighed heavily. “I’m wet.” There was sniggering from the kitchen. “I’ll change you once they’re gone honey.” They were in no hurry.
Once again he was put into a clean nappy and there was no sign of an end to this. He presumed that she had yet another baby dress for him tomorrow. When he went to protest his mum pushed the soother into his mouth and he thought the better of it.
In the afternoon she insisted that he needed a nap and she needed some time to herself. She put him in the cot. He looked crossly at her – not needing any nap. She left the room and returned holding a little webcam trailing a line to the computer in her study. She clipped the webcam at the end of his cot and pointed it down towards him.
She placed a cuddly doll under his arm and told him to lie down. “Now I’ll be watching from the room next door so you be a good baby and nap.” Kevin lay there unhappily clutching the doll and suc-king on his soother. There was no clock and it felt like four hours before she returned but it turned out only to be about two.
He was now into a regular round of bottles, spoon-fed meals and nappy changes. His mum gave him a bottle at eight and made him get into the cot. She handed him his dolly, pushed his soother in. She checked the webcam. There was a baby monitor on the sideboard and she switched it on. “Now you just holler if you wet your nappy. Otherwise I’ll see you in the morning.”
She pressed play on a tape recorder and nursery songs started up. She left the door ajar as she left. Kevin lay there clutching his dolly disgusted at being put to bed so early. He wasn’t the least bit tired. Surprisingly he did doze off but woke regularly during the night. He had no idea of the time and looked warily at the webcam each time. He made sure he was still clutching his dolly and suc-king on his soother and lay down again.
Eventually he woke with a painful bladder. He wet his nappy and called out. His mum came in her night gown. He was changed and put down again for the rest of the night.
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The next day his Mummy put him in a lemon dress with a white broderie anglaise pinafore over it. Of course, it came with matching bonnet and nappy cover. This bonnet had a wide lace brim and really restricted his vision to directly in front.
A play-pen was assembled in his room. Katey Hudson placed rattles and blocks into his pen. His mother led him in and closed the side. They took photos as he played with his baby toys.
Over the next couple of days they had more baby dresses for him to wear. He spent his time between the pen, cot and high-chair. Another day a rocking horse was produced and he was photographed sitting on it.
One afternoon his mum came in at the end of his nap. She smiled down on him. He was quite used to having his soother in all the time now and his dolly was clasped tightly to his chest. His nappied bottom stuck up beneath his pink nightie.
She woke him gently. He blinked and stretched and slowly turned over. She noticed that his nappy was wet. “Oh honey, did you wet yourself during your nap?” He looked down in surprise. He could just about remember half waking and deciding not to bother waking up fully but just wetting himself and nodding off again. He was mortified. “It’s alright honey, don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural”, she chirped happily.
He wet himself just before bed time and she changed him. He complicitly raised his bottom for her to slide his nappy under. She pulled it up around his bottom. He noticed something different. “Hhhmmpppffff?” “It’s a thicker nappy honey. So you can wet yourself when you’re asleep and I don’t have to get up and change you in the middle of the night.”
“Nnnnggghhhh!” he complained. She pulled his plastic pants up over his thicker nappy. She put his nightie on and sat him up in the high-chair. She produced his bed-time bottle. He frowned and tried to resist it. It was sure to make him wet himself during the night. “Don’t be silly dear, you’ll be in your cot for nearly 12 hours, you have to have a big drink.” She pushed the teat in and held it firmly. He reluctantly started suc-king.
She put him in his cot and locked the side in place. “We won’t be needing this”, she said taking away the baby monitor. “Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.”
He sat slouched in his cot. He knew he would wet his nappy in a few hours but was going to have to stay in the nappy until morning. He lay down and eventually fell asleep.
He woke early in the morning. His nappy was a little wet. He had obviously wet it in his sleep and the thicker nappy had worked up to a point.
In the morning, his mother came in all chirpy and made light of his wet nappy. She changed him into another thick nappy. When he groaned she told him that she might as well keep him in the thicker nappy all the time now. That way, she wouldn’t have to change him on every wetting.
She put him in his original pink baby dress and, after his morning bottle and rusks, put him in his pen. There was no sign of any new torment for him today. He wondered why he still had to stay in the nappies, baby dress and play-pen so. He supposed that she would have another outfit for him the next day.
But he was dressed in his lilac dress the next day and had another uneventful day of bottles, feeds, naps, nappy changes and playing with his blocks and rattles.
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When he was dressed in his lemon dress the following day he had to question what was going on . “Hhmmmppfff?” His mother looked at him but had no idea what was wrong. He looked down at his frilly dress and shook the bars of his pen. He was unused to speaking now and kept his soother in. She shrugged and went to leave.
He spat out the soother. “Mum, why am I still dressed like a baby?” She looked at him as if it was a strange question. “Because you need your nappies now honey.” He was taken aback. “What?” She came over to the pen. She patted his thick nappy. “Yes, you wet yourself in your sleep now and I don’t think you can control your toilet when awake either since you are so used to your nappies.”
“But …” he was non-plussed. “And we have all the baby dresses you need now and your very own play pen, cot, high-chair and rocking horse.” “You don’t mean you’re going to keep me like this!” “Of course honey. You have everything you need here.” She pushed his soother in. “Now hush and play with your rattles like a good baby.” He went to spit out his soother but she held it there. “Now don’t be bold or you won’t get your nappy changed next time you soil it.”
He sat there looking up in shock from behind his soother. He looked at his baby dresses hanging on the rail. He looked around at his complete set of nursery furniture. “Mmmppffffhhh!” he groaned shaking the bars of his pen. His mother smiled at him and left the room. She could hear a little tantrum from the pen but it gradually died down.
After a little while she went in. He was clutching his dolly and suc-king hard on his soother. He sniffled. He looked up at her with red eyes. He grabbed the bars as best he could with his mittens and shook them again. “Don’t be silly dear”, his mother said.
Later on Millie visited. He was playing with his rattles but resumed shaking the bars of his pen and looking up at her plaintively in the hope of some reprieve. She was amused by this. “Can you give me a hand Millie?” his mother asked her. “I just need to put all his old clothes into these plastic bags and maybe you’d bring them to the charity shop.”
“Mmmmfffffnnnnggghhh!” Kevin clung to the bars as they removed all his clothes from the wardrobe and drawers and stuffed them into plastic bags. “He won’t need these anymore”, his mother explained. Millie spread his baby dresses out in the otherwise empty wardrobe. She arranged his frilly panties, tights, bonnets etc. in the drawers that used to contain his boxers, socks and shirts.
She smiled at the red-faced boy in his pen as she tied the bags. There were further desperate whimpers from the pen as she moved towards the door. She looked back at Kevin with a broad smile as he watched his old clothes disappear. His mother walked towards him. “That’s that then.” Kevin flopped back on his thickly nappied bottom. His petticoats billowed around him. He started shuddering as he burst into tears. Even vigorous suc-king on his soother did no good.
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A few days later he heard his Mummy agree with Millie that she would babysit him that evening. Kevin thought Millie was quite cute and when he thought of lying in front of her naked if she had to change his nappy, he started to get an erection.
He was in his cot at the end of his nap. He tried to massage his erection but he could barely feel himself under the thick nappy, plastic pants, tights and thickly frilled panties. He rolled onto his stomach but was still frustrated at his inability to get to a climax.
Later he wet himself and his mum changed his nappy. He lay back suc-king on his soother as she powdered him. He waited for the clean nappy. But instead she was fiddling around his groin. She pulled a hard plastic ring up behind his testicles. “Mmmpppffff?” Then she fitted a plastic tube over his pen-is, connected it to the ring and locked the apparatus in place.
She pinned on his nappy while he wondered what was up. She reminded him that Mille would be babysitting him later and told him he was to be good if she had to change his nappy. His pen-is started swelling at the thought but it pressed against the plastic tube. He frowned as he was prevented from getting any pleasure from the thoughts swirling in his head.
When Millie arrived and his mother left he was sitting in his cot. Millie smiled down at him. He grimaced. His pen-is was pressing desperately against the tube and he could feel nothing.
Later he wet his nappy and Millie phoned two of her friends to come over to see him being changed. They were both girls from the dressing room. They were thrilled to see his encased tackle when they removed his nappy. They could see his pen-is desperately pressing against its restrictive tube. They laughed at seeing their tormentor so properly neutralised.
Millie pinned his clean nappy on his bottom, pulled up his plastic pants, his wool-knit tights and his thick frilly panties. She rubbed her hand up and down the front of his panties. “I think we’ve nothing to worry about here anymore girls have we?” Kevin’s pen-is was desperately trying to enlarge but here was a girl rubbing the front of his groin area and he could feel absolutely no pleasure. All he could feel was the thickness of his nappy spreading his legs apart and the rubber teat of his soother in his mouth. He was just a helpless little baby girl. The girls all tittered at the sight of him and the thought of where his misdemeanour had brought him.
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“Shall we recreate some memories for you honey?” one of the girls asked. “Like when you put your camera in our dressing room.” She started to take off her top slowly. Kevin frowned. The other girls all laughed and started to undress too. Kevin squirmed as his pen-is struggled against the chastity device. He closed his eyes but couldn’t fight off the seductive images of the girls undressing. He could feel absolutely no pleasure and only the pain of his pen-is trying to squeeze through the tiny pee hole.
Millie came to give him a bottle. She was down to her bra and the combination of his suc-king on the teat and her breasts looming in his face had predictable effects. But he felt so miserable getting no sexual pleasure from it whatsoever. The girls put on music and spent the evening dancing around him in their underwear. When he was finally put in his cot the strain of his testicles was unbearable. But lying down and closing his eyes only brought back the images of the girls and he squirmed around in his babygro.
One day his Mummy pushed a large stroller into his nursery. “You must hate being cooped up in here all the time”, she said. “It’s about time I got you out into the fresh air.” She pushed the stroller over to the glass doors to the back garden. Kevin was somewhat relieved. Initially he thought that she must want to bring him out in public.
She let him out of his play-pen and he sat into the stroller. She pulled straps over his arms and up between his legs and they all snapped together in front of his chest. She pulled the straps tight on him.
She pushed the stroller into the garden. The sun was very bright. “Just as well you have your biggest bonnet on”, she observed. She pushed the stroller around the side of the house and headed for the side gate. “Mmmnnnggghhhhh!” Kevin protested. It looked like she wanted to take him out in public after all.
She stopped the stroller in front of the gate and went to open it. Kevin struggled against the straps but he was firmly held in the stroller. “MMNNNFFFHHHH!” His Mummy ignored his protests and opened the gate. She pushed him out. He dragged his feet down onto the ground to try to stop. “Now, now”, she scolded him.
She moved around to the front of the stroller. “I had hoped I wouldn’t have to do this”, she said crossly. She grabbed his ankle and pulled his left foot back onto the footrest. She pulled a flap around his ankle and strapped it to the frame. He tried to resist when she went for his right foot but she similarly strapped it up.
He was now safely secured to the stroller and there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent her pushing him out onto the street in front of everyone. “M-huh, m-huh, m-huh” he blubbered into his soother.
She pushed him out the gate, left him there and went back to close the gate. Two ladies passed by the front of the house. Kevin sat there frozen in terror, strapped into the stroller in his pink frilly baby dress with matching bonnet and panties, his pink tights and booties, suc-king on his soother. He peed in his nappy as he waited for the ladies to see him. But miraculously they didn’t even notice him and passed by.
He breathed a sigh of relief but looked down at his now wet nappy. “Oooh-ey!” his mother called after the women. Kevin cringed. They turned around. Their mouths fell open when they saw Kevin being pushed towards them in his stroller. He could do nothing but sit there.
“Oh isn’t he so pretty in his pink frilly dress!” “Gosh, his nappy must be so thick!” “Well he does wet himself a lot”, his mother explained. “Oh he’s so cute suc-king on his dummy!” Kevin supposed that he could spit his soother out but he really wanted to suc-k on it, he was so upset.
“I hear that you’ve taken care of his problem”, one of the women said, raising her eyebrows knowingly. “You sure have!” the other said looking down at his thick nappy under his panties and tights and thinking of the chastity device that rendered him completely harmless. “Let’s take a stroll in the park”, his Mummy suggested and they all headed off.
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A crocodile of Montessori school kids was also heading for the park. When they saw the big baby, there was nothing their teacher could do to stop them breaking ranks and surrounding Kevin.
His mother stood there proudly answering all their questions. “Yes he does use his nappy. He can’t do without it, can you honey?” “I suppose it is a bit warm today for thick tights but he looks so pretty in them.”
“Let’s go over to the duck pond”, his mother suggested. “One of you can give him his next bottle.” The girls in the group all yelled “Me! Me! Can I feed him please?”
She placed his stroller by the pond and locked the wheels. A little girl removed his soother with a pop and pushed in the teat of his bottle. He started suc-king instinctively and they all laughed. The girls took it in turns to hold his bottle up and he had no choice but to finish it all.
Even despite his horrific predicament, with a full belly and feeling swelteringly warm under his petticoats, tights and thick nappy, he nodded off to sleep. He had no idea how long he was out but his nappy was heavy with pee and going cold when he woke.
He wriggled as much as his restraints would allow him in the stroller. With his ankles still strapped to the frame, his splayed legs gave everyone a perfect view of his nappy area. “Oh look, there’s a damp patch on his tights” a little girl observed. “Oh dear, his nappy is leaking”, his mother confirmed. “He must have wet himself several times”, she announced. “We had better get him home to change his nappy.”
She swung the stroller around for home and several girls skipped after them. “Can we watch?” “Of course you can”, his mother confirmed.
A few minutes later he was face down on the changing table. His mother was sprinkling powder on his bottom. He faced a circle of little girls all smiling at him as he suc-ked on his soother. Then he was lying back pinned into a clean nappy with his legs in the air as his mother painstakingly ensured that his plastic panties covered his nappy properly. One of the little girls eagerly held a pair of clean pink tights ready for him.
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A week later school was starting up again after the summer. Kevin was in his high-chair being fed his morning rusks and could hear his former schoolmates chatting as they walked down the road. He presumed that there was going to be no school for him. He was strapped into the high-chair in a peach baby dress his mother had just put him in. At least, he presumed that he would not be going to school like that.
He never thought that he would want so much to be returning to school in his black blazer and grey trousers. Trousers! What he would give to wear trousers – just for a few minutes. He stuck his legs out in front and looked glumly at his gleaming white tights.
There was laughter from the street. He looked longingly towards the front window. “Would you like to see all your friends?” He looked warily at his Mummy. What did she mean?
She started to wheel his high-chair towards the front door. He wriggled desperately against his straps. “Nnnnngggghhhh!” But she opened the front door and wheeled him out. “There’s the big baby” someone shouted and suddenly there were a dozen children running over towards him.
Kevin kicked his legs in frustration but that just made them laugh more. He didn’t even realise that he was still clinging to a dolly and the soother was a fairly permanent feature in his mouth.
He was left sitting there in front of the house for thirty minutes while every child who passed made fun of his baby dress, nappy, bonnet, tights or high-chair. He was in floods of tears through the whole thing and continued to squirm against his restraints. Never before was he so relieved to return to the safety and privacy of his play-pen.
One day Millie was feeding him his bottle and looking around his nursery. “We really should decorate his nursery properly”, she suggested. The girls picked out My Little Pony wallpaper and lacey curtains. They spent a lot of time scraping off all the old wallpaper and replacing it with the new.
When that was done, his Mummy hung several poster size photos of him in his baby dresses around the wall. Where ever he looked his own image stared out from beneath a frilly bonnet.
Shortly after that his Mummy showed him that she’d had his old bedroom converted into an office for herself. His bed was gone, the wardrobes had been replaced with a desk and computer. The room had been transformed and he was clearly not going to get out of his nursery soon.
He noticed a cardboard box of junk left by the front door to be left out for the waste removal. A photo album marked “Kevin’s photos” had been tossed into the box. It had fallen open at some photos of him at the zoo in his best Sunday clothes around the age of eight. That album contained his baby photos (the original baby photos that is!) and everything up to about last year. She was throwing it out.
He had previously wondered if he would ever wear trousers again and now wondered if he would ever even see a photo of himself in trousers again.
Then his Mummy had a concrete ramp built up to the front door so that she could wheel him out in his stroller. With that the house had been completely converted to accommodate his indefinitely long period as a sissy baby girl.