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#9 Hit!-The Sisters part 1
Author: Bethany-Louise, Jan/15/2004 12:07:11 [-04]
The Sisters part 1 by Bethany-Louise
Stalethorpe, a small town in the south west of England had all the usual small shops for a town of its size. The town catered for all the needs of its inhabitants as it was isolated from the rest of the county by its geographical location. On one of its narrow streets stood a lingerie and childrens wear shop run by two sisters who lived together, as they were both spinsters.
Gertrude, and her younger sister Catherine had run the shop for many years. Gertrude the older, was fifty-five years of age, and dominated her younger sibling, both mentally and physically. Her demeanour was quite severe with her stout body and dark greying hair swept back into a tight bun. Her thin pale lips and piercing blue eyes made her an intimidating character.
Catherine on the other hand was more pleasant as she was smaller and more rounded in appearance, though she had quite a spiteful nature, probably brought about by the dominance of her older sister.
Catherine had wanted to marry and have children, however Gertrude had always frightened off any potential suitors. This had left her unfulfilled and frustrated, and as she got older and the chance of marriage diminished she became even more spiteful.
Gertrude had in the past been jilted by her lover, which had left a deep mistrust of men. For this reason she had always frightened off any of Catherine’s potential suitors.
They both lived together in the original family home left to them by their now deceased parents. It was a large Edwardian house on the edge of town, which the father had used as the local doctors surgery. The house was something of a time capsule, with all the original furniture even down to the nursery at the top of the house.
Gertrude’s role in the shop was that of sales, whilst Catherine mixed sales with alterations to garments, as she was an excellent seamstress. She even went so far as to design and make up little girls dresses, which were sold in the shop. The shop was well stocked with lingerie in the front of shop and baby wear in the rear.
As the autumn nights drew in, Gertrude had noticed on several occasions, a young man watching the shop from across the street, always in the late afternoon, just before closing. He was small, she guessed about five feet four and had longish light brown hair. The sightings became a regular occurrence and both of them watched him regularly from behind the window display. He looked nervous as if he was looking for the courage to do something. They had both discussed him, and come to the conclusion that he wasn’t a thief looking for an opportunity but more likely someone who liked ladies undergarments.
Two weeks later just before opening time on Saturday morning, they spotted the same young man, who after his usual nervous stance started to walk over to the shop.
‘Lets wait in the back Catherine and see what he wants, shall we’?
They both moved to the rear of the shop and watched from a concealed position in the baby wear department, as the shop door opened. The nervous young man jumped at the sound of the old fashioned bell as the door swung open. He looked around pensively and seeing no one, took his first steps into the shop. He stood in the middle of the lingerie section and eyed up the displays, as his confidence increased he moved over to a rack of stockings and tights. The two sisters watched as he thumbed nervously through the packets sometimes taking one and reading the lettering. As he studied the packet of a pair of white knitted girls’ tights Gertrude made her move. He had his back to her and hadn’t noticed her as she walked up behind him, as he stood mesmerised by the packaging.
‘Can I help you…sir’?
The young man nearly jumped out of his skin, dropping the tights as he spun round to be faced by the dominating frame of Gertrude.
‘I…I…I’m just looking,’ stammered the young man, blushing a light shade of crimson.
Gertrude bent down and retrieved the packet from the floor, smiling to herself as her years of experience told her that this young man was no innocent shopper.
‘I don’t think these will fit you,’ she said in a half joking manner.
There n...not f…for me, there for my sister,’ answered the young man blushing ever deeper.
‘How old is your sister?’ Enquired Gertrude, toying with him.
‘Erm…five,’ he replied triumphantly.
‘These are far too old for her,’ Gertrude pointed to the size on the packet.
‘Come through to the children’s wear department, my sister will show you something more appropriate’.
Gertrude ushered him to the rear shop where Catherine was pretending to be busy.
‘Can you show this young man a selection of lacy rumba tights, please.’ Unbeknown to the young man, Gertrude locked the shop door, turning the sign to CLOSED.
Catherine picked a selection of tights holding each one up for the young man to look at. She noticed his nervous disposition as she graphically described the garments she put in front of him. She became aware, that a pair of pale pink, lacy party tights particularly took him, which had three rows of white ruffled lace stitched to the seat.
‘These are my favourites too, any little girl would be delighted to be wearing a pair as exquisite as these, would she not’? Enquired Catherine.
‘Or young man,’ interrupted Gertrude, returning from closing the shop.
The young man panicked, as he realised that he had been suc-ked into a trap.
‘I…I…I’ve got to go now,’ he blurted out as he made for the exit.
‘Not so fast, little one!’ exclaimed Gertrude blocking his path.
‘We’ve both been watching you over the past few weeks, eyeing up the shop from across the street. Call the police will you Catherine, we’ll let them deal with him.’
‘No…no…please, I can explain.’ The young man was almost in tears by this stage.
‘I’m sure you can, but you can do it down at the police station to the sergeant,’ Gertrude reaffirmed.
Catherine had the phone in her hand and was starting to dial.
‘N…no please, I’ll do anything, don’t send me to the police.’ The young man was now very upset, a single tear appeared in the corner of his eye.
Gertrude took the phone from Catherine with a mock look of thoughtfulness on her face. The young man stared into her eyes with a pleading look on his face. Gertrude continued the act as she mused over the situation tapping her index finger against her top lip. She replaced the receiver.
‘Where do you live?
‘I…I live in Gaunt street,’ relied the young man.
‘With your parents.’
‘J…just my m…mother,’ he replied with some semblance of composure now that the initial danger had passed.
‘There may be a solution then.’
Gertrude and Catherine grinned wickedly at each other, as they realised that they could put their previously contrived plan into effect.
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The Sisters Part 2
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/3/2003 09:09:07 [-04]
The Sisters part 2 by Bethany-Louise
‘Right then, young man,I think we’d better call your mother.’
'Oh please don’t,’ the young man cried.
‘So it’s the police then, is it?’
The young man was caught in a trap. If she went to the police his mother would find out anyway, and he would still have to explain the situation to a stranger, however innocent the explanation.
The young man nodded his agreement as he pondered his fate. He realised that he had no real choice and had to agree to the two women even though he had to face his mother.
‘I think I will er, let you call my mother.’ The dejection in his voice was clear for all to hear
‘Right then, dial the number.’ Gertrude firmly passed over the telephone to his trembling hand.
He slowly tapped out the number, and tentatively held the receiver up to his ear.
Oh please, don’t be in, he thought to himself. The rings were finally broken by his mother’s voice. ‘Hello.’
‘M…mother,’ came his wavering response.
‘Is that you Anthony?’
‘Ye…yes, mother.’
‘Where are you?’ There was concern in her voice, as she instinctively knew something was wrong.
The young man stammered an inaudible reply, and Gertrude grabbed the receiver from his shaking hand.
‘Good morning madam, my name is Ms Wilkes, from the lingerie and children’s wear shop in town. I have your son here with me, I think you should come down here and collect him.’
‘I don’t understand, Ms Wilkes, is Anthony alright?’
‘He’s fine, however there has been, shall we say, a little indiscretion. I think it’s best for all concerned if you just come down to the shop.’
There was a pause, as the mother pieced together the facts. ‘Oh no, not again, I’ll be right down.’ Gertrude smiled as she heard the words, as she realised her original theory was correct.
‘Sit down over there, Anthony, you’re mother is coming to collect you,’ Gertrude pointed to a chair by the counter.
Anthony did as he was told, even though Gertrude was talking to him as if he was a child. He was just about able to hold back the tears as he awaited his mother’s arrival. He scanned the room in silence. He couldn’t help himself be amazed, at the array of silks and satins of the dresses, which hung invitingly from their hangers. There was a mixture of dread, and yet extreme excitement, emanating from the pit of his stomach
Catherine, in the mean time, had placed several pairs of girls’ frilly panties on the counter, next to the lacy rumba tights. She smiled knowingly over to Anthony, as he shuffled apprehensively on the seat of the chair.
Gertrude had disappeared in the back of the shop, she returned carrying a tray of tea for three, and a glass of milk. As she put the tray down there was a sharp knock on the door and the sound of the handle turning.
‘Ah, that must be your mother, Anthony,’ Gertrude gleefully exclaimed.
She made her way to the front of the shop and opened the door for Anthony’s mother.
‘Ms Wilkes?’
‘Yes. Ms Curtis isn’t it? Anthony’s in there, please come through,’ Gertrude ushered Anthony’s mother into the back, locking the door behind her.
‘This is my sister Catherine.’ Mrs Curtis acknowledged her.
Anthony sat mortified as his mother entered the room. She glanced at the display of frillies on the counter.
‘Anthony how could you, and at your age too!’ His mother was furious.
‘Ms Wilkes, I don’t know how to explain this but.’
‘Please Mrs Curtis, don’t alarm yourself, I think I know what you’re going to say.’ Gertrude tactfully diffused the situation, not wishing to push the woman too far at this stage.
‘Oh Ms Wilkes, if only you knew.’ She was now on the verge of tears.
‘Shall we have a cup of tea and talk about it?’ Gertrude sat her down and poured the tea. She passed Anthony the glass of milk, which was gaily decorated with bunny rabbits and ducks; it was very childish in appearance.
Anthony’s mother composed herself and sipped her tea.
Gertrude then recounted the story of the last few weeks in detail, flowering up the facts as she did so. Anthony felt his face flush as his actions were described to his mother.
‘So there we have it. I thought it better if you took him down to the police station as he only looks to be about twelve years old.’ Gertrude finished her account.
‘He is actually sixteen years old, but he does look a lot younger,’ Anthony’s mother replied as she finished the cup. ‘I’m afraid Ms Wilkes, that I’ve failed as a mother, I was far too soft on him as a child. I knew he was secretly playing at dressing up, but I’d hoped it would go away in time’.
‘Please don’t chastise yourself Mrs Curtis, It’s a very difficult situation for a mother to find herself in.’ Gertrude’s consoling attitude calmed her.
‘Drink your milk up, there’s a good boy,’ she snapped, as she glared in the direction of Anthony.
Gertrude was now dominating proceedings, just as she had planned.
‘I’ve had quite a few male customers in here over the years, who have been shopping, shall we say, for themselves.’ Mrs Curtis’s ears pricked up attentively.
‘It’s my belief that they should be helped to solve their little problem.’
‘What do you mean, Ms Wilkes?’
‘Well, from the array of undergarments on the counter, Anthony obviously wishes to dress as a little girl. The question is can he act the part also? Let me put it another way. If he’s encouraged to dress as a little girl, may be his masculine side will emerge, and reject his female side?’ Gertrude theorised.
‘You mean, if he’s allowed to wear dresses in the open, he will hate it so much that he will never want to wear them again?’
‘Precisely my dear, regression therapy.’ Gertrude smiled.
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The Sisters part 3
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/6/2003 13:37:33 [-04]
The Sisters part 3 by Bethany-Louise
‘Well, Ms Wilkes, I’m almost willing to try anything, but I don’t think I will be able to handle him on my own, as he has the most dreadful tantrums when he doesn’t get his own way.’ Barbara explained.
This was music to Gertrude’s ears; her plans were coming to fruition.
‘I’m sure my sister and I would be willing to help, my dear.’
‘Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that, after all it’s a problem of my own making.’ There was certain amount of hesitation in her reply.
‘There’s no need to worry, we’d be delighted to help get a young man back on the straight and narrow, wouldn’t we Catherine?’
Catherine, who had let her sister take charge, nodded her agreement.
‘That’s settled then, a few weeks in frillies should help him mend his ways.’ She smiled to herself, knowing full well that if she had her way, it would be much, much, longer.
Anthony, who had remained silent throughout, let out a scream, as he realised his impending fate.
‘No mummy, no! I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!’ He threw a tantrum, which caused the half finished glass to fall to the floor.
‘Oh Anthony, please, these kind ladies are trying to help you. Mummy can’t help you on her own kitten, it’s for your own good.’ There was genuine concern in her voice.
Gertrude smirked at the word kitten, as it reaffirmed the relationship his mother had with him.
‘Do as your mother says Anthony, or you will find yourself with a very sore bottom.’
‘Mummy, mummy, mummy,’ Anthony wailed as he buried his head in his mothers lap, hoping she would take him away from the clutches of these two women.
His mother stroked his head to sooth him, as he sobbed in her lap.
‘Shall we make a start then?’ Gertrude enquired, pulling Anthony from the clutches of his mothers lap.
Gertrude bent down in front of Anthony and proceeded to undo the clasp on the waistband of his trousers. ‘Stand still.’ Anthony stood still whimpering, as firstly his trousers, then his under pants, fell in a heap round his ankles.
He instinctively put his hands over his privates, and received a sharp slap from Gertrude for his trouble. ‘Take your hands away immediately, little girls have no modesty when it comes to being seen by adults!’
‘You may be able to manipulate your mother, but that won’t wash with me, I can assure you!’ Gertrude’s firm response left him in no doubt who was in charge.
‘Repeat after me. Little girls must be seen and not heard.’
Anthony repeated the words, which Gertrude punctuated with a stinging slap on his bare legs. ‘Again.’ Anthony was now tearful, and just about managed to repeat the sentence for the second time.
‘Good girl. I’ll be lenient on you this time, but woe betide you If you ever throw a scene like that again. Do I make myself clear!’
‘Ye…yes,’ came Anthony’s response..
‘Yes what!’ Gertrude barked.
‘Ye…yes, Ms Wilkes.’
‘Better, but you will call me Auntie from now on, clear!’
Anthony nodded, unable to fully comprehend the situation he found himself in. He sobbed, more out of shock, than the pain of the slaps, which hadn’t been that hard. Gertrude didn’t want to give him a sound spanking just yet, as his mother may renege on the deal.
Gertrude sorted through the panties on the counter, finally deciding on a pair of white silk bloomerettes, with pink lace edging at the waist and legs.
‘These should fit you. Lift your foot up, little one. Now the other one. That’s it. Your going to be dressed by an adult every day from now on, as all little girls are incapable of dressing themselves, correctly.’ She smirked to herself as she saw the horror on Anthony’s face, as she pulled the silky fabric up his smooth legs. She then removed his shirt, so only the panties were visible for modesty.
‘There, that’s better, now go and stand over there in the corner, I don’t want to have to look at your snivelling face.’ Gertrude gave him a slap on his bottom.
Anthony stood in the corner, head bowed, staring at the billowing folds of silk round his waist. He felt a surge of excitement as the silky fabric rubbed against his tender skin. If anyone looked closely they would be able to see the faint consequence of his excitement.
‘That wasn’t too difficult was it?’ Gertrude turned to his mother who also looked shocked, but her weak character was unable to do anything about it.
‘He looks like he’s enjoying wearing girls panties Barbara.’ Catherine interjected, drawing Barbara’s attention to the now unmistakable outline between his legs.
‘Oh Anthony, how could you, I’m ashamed of you!’
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The Sisters part 4
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/10/2003 13:20:03 [-04]
The Sisters part 4 by Bethany-Louise
He looked down and flushed bright red; he had been betrayed by his own inner feelings. Catherine and Gertrude giggled at the sight of the poor boy as he shuffled nervously in front of them. The sister’s laughter was infectious, and soon even Barbara saw the funny side. She was glad that the responsibility had been taken away from her. Anthony just stood there crying like a small child.
‘Shush, now Anthony, we’ll find you something suitable for you to cover your panties in a minute,’ chided Gertrude.
‘Catherine, have we anything in Anthony’s size?’
Catherine looked him up and down with her experienced eye. ‘He’s a little big for most of the party dresses, but the school uniforms come in all sizes.’
‘That will have to do for now, till we can make something more appropriate, for our little angel,’ remarked Gertrude.
Catherine took a hanger from the uniform rail and handed it to Barbara. She held it up, and looked over at Gertrude for instruction.
‘I think it would be best if you dressed him, Barbara, after all you are his mother.’ advised Gertrude. She wanted to make sure that she was fully included in the transformation.
‘No mummy, no, please don’t,’ Anthony squealed.
‘Oh angel, you must try to help mummy, as she’s new to all this.’
She tentatively undid the large navy blue buttons, on each side of the wide shoulder straps of the short, navy blue serge, pleated, dress. Putting it to one side, she then unbuttoned the white nylon blouse. Anthony’s jaw dropped as he realised they were actually going through with it. The fact that his mother was going to dress him, evaporated any hope he had left of salvation. This was just what Gertrude wanted.
‘I think she’ll need a vest, as we don’t want her getting cold, do we?’ Gertrude announced, referring to him in the feminine for the first time.
Anthony picked up on this. ‘I’m not a girl, I’m not,’ he stamped his foot onto the floor in an effort to reaffirm his masculinity.
This tantrum just promoted more laughter, at the pathetic figure, which stood before them. Even Barbara couldn’t contain herself, as she remembered all the tantrums she had unsuccessfully dealt with in the past.
Catherine rummaged through a draw and pulled out a cream cellulose vest edged in the delicate lace.
‘Come over here, darling.’ Barbara gathered up the vest and placed it over his head. ‘That will keep the cold out, won’t it kitten?’ She was beginning to relish the situation, and wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before.
‘Why mummy, why?’ Anthony’s wide eyes searched for an answer.
‘Because mummy thinks it’s best for you darling.’ It was not the answer he wanted to hear.
Anthony snivelled as she placed his arms in the sleeves of the blouse, and buttoned the front. The collar was just one deep frill, and she struggled to do up the top button, as it was so tight.
‘It’s too tight mummy,’ Anthony screamed.
‘You’ll just have to put up with it kitten, now let me button up your sleeves.’
The sleeves billowed out, as she buttoned the frilly cuffs.
‘This uniform is charming, which school is it?’ Enquired Barbara.
‘St Austin’s for girls,’ Catherine replied. ‘All the mother’s love it as it’s so feminine,’ she added.
Barbara held out the dress for Anthony to step into. It was a perfect fit, except that it didn’t cover the leg frills of his bloomerettes, which were plain for all to see.
‘It’s too short mummy,’ Anthony howled. His mother ignored him, as she took in the sight of her son before her.
‘Sit down on the stool kitten, then mummy can put your socks on.’
The socks in question were white frilly anklets. Catherine passed her a pair of black patent T bar Mary Jane’s.
‘I’ll get the shoe horn, as they’ll be a bit tight for her,’ Catherine giggled.
They were indeed tight, but Barbara finally squeezed them on, with much complaint from Anthony.
In the meantime Gertrude had selected a straw boater to complete the outfit.
‘Ideally, her hair should be in bunches, as they will set off the boater.’ Gertrude suggested.
‘Wonderful, have you got a brush and hair bands?’ Barbara was really getting into the swing, much to the delight of the sisters.
‘Let mummy brush you hair.’ Anthony’s mother pulled at the lugs and he squealed.
‘Stand still, darling, I know it hurts, but your hair is full of knots’ She then smacked him on the back of the legs with the brush. Anthony froze, as his mother had never hit him before, and burst into tears at the shock.
‘There, there, kitten. Mummy doesn’t want to hurt her precious, but you must stand still and let her brush your hair for you.’
His hair was gathered and put into two bunches, held by two white elasticated frilled hair bands. The straw boater perched on top of his head completed the outfit.
The three of them marvelled at the sight of the pretty schoolgirl in front of them. Anthony stood in the middle of the three admiring adults, still tearful.
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The Sisters part 5
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/17/2003 15:36:56 [-04]
The Sisters part 5 by Bethany-Louise
‘I think we should close the shop today, given the circ-umstances. Would you care to take luncheon with us Barbara?’ asked Gertrude.
Please say no, thought Anthony, as he planned to get out of this ridiculous outfit as soon as he was home alone with his mother.
‘I’m not sure Ms Wilkes. I suppose we could come. Do you live far?’
‘It’s about a ten minute walk. Catherine and I would be delighted if you would join us, besides we need to talk about Anthony’s future development.’
‘Well…if it’s not too much trouble.’ Barbara was now hesitant, and yet inquisitive as to what, development, actually meant.
‘Oh I’ve completely forgotten, what with…I’m working today at the supermarket, I’m going to be late…again!’ Barbara exclaimed.
‘Never mind you can join us later. We’ll take good care of Anthony and give him some lunch.’ Gertrude was not going to let her plans be de-railed at this stage.
‘Mummy, no!’ Anthony shouted at the top of his voice.
‘Oh darling, don’t be upset, the kind ladies are just trying to help you.’ Barbara consoled him. ‘Now you be a good boy, while mummy’s working and I’ll see you later.’ She pecked him on the cheek.
‘Here’s the address, Barbara,’ Gertrude gave her a slip of paper.
‘Now wave goodbye to your mother Anthony.’ The dejected Anthony waved his goodbyes with a tear in his eye.
Barbara was far too occupied with getting to work, to be concerned about leaving her son with two strangers. She desperately needed the job to support them, since her husband had left her.
She left, leaving Anthony with a growing feeling of dread at his fate. He stood morosely, staring at the closed door, wishing his mother hadn’t left.
‘Right you big sissy, we’ll just collect a few things for today and then we’ll depart.’ Gertrude was now more forceful, which added to Anthony’s feeling of woe.
‘Come on now, little Anthony, hold out your hands.’
Gertrude and Catherine took Anthony’s hands and made there way to the door. His progress was slow, due to the fact that he could only take small mincing steps, as the shoes pinched each time he took a step. That combined with his reluctance to step outside made for a very good impression of an immature schoolgirl.
Gertrude held the door open, and pushed Anthony through, as he attempted to dig his heals in on the step. He was now outside.
The day was quite warm for the time of year, even though there was a stiff breeze. The hem of Anthony’s dress lifted as the breeze whistled round his legs, further exposing his panties. He was unable to do anything about it as his hands were firmly grasped by the two women.
Anthony scanned the street apprehensively, as Gertrude locked the door of the shop. Luckily for him it was still early morning and only a few shoppers had ventured out. This did not stop him being very aware of himself, and his attire.
Progress was slow, as they made their way down the high street. Just as Gertrude had predicted, hardly anyone gave Anthony a second glance, which was mainly due to his small stature. This didn’t help Anthony, as he felt more than conspicuous, dressed as a little schoolgirl.
Just as he thought things couldn’t get any worse, they stopped at the door of a chemist. The look on Anthony’s face was worth a thousand words, as he realised they were going in.
He felt even more conspicuous, as the bright fluorescent lights illuminated him as they stepped through the door.
As usual Gertrude took the lead, almost dragging Anthony to the counter. A young shop assistant watched as they drew nearer.
‘Good morning madam, can I help you?’
‘Yes please. I wish to purchase a sippy cup for my niece here.’ Pointing to Anthony.
The young assistant peered over the counter and smiled at Anthony. He felt his face began to burn with embarrassment.
‘Certainly madam, we have two sizes, large and small.’ The assistant came from behind the counter and over to a display of baby products.
‘If you don’t mind me saying madam, she’s a bit old for a sippy cup isn’t she?’
‘I’m afraid she’s a bit backward, and spills most drinks from a normal cup.’ Gertrude set the scene perfectly.
‘Oh I’m sorry madam, I didn’t realise.’ The assistant was slightly taken aback.
Anthony stood awkwardly shuffling his feet, but still gripped firmly by the hands.
‘I like this one, do you have it in pink?’
‘I’ll check the stock room madam.’ The assistant disappeared.
Gertrude was now in her element as she surveyed the array of baby items. She picked up a babies dummy, and smiled to herself, as if an idea had flashed into her head.
The assistant returned with the pink sippy cup.
‘Excellent, we’ll take this dummy too. Now, it’s a little embarrassing for me to ask, but my niece tends to dribble a bit after she’s been to the toilet.’
‘There’s no need to feel embarrassed madam. It’s quite a fairly common problem for little girls. We have these pull up trainer panties, they have a pad inside to soak up any wetness. I take it that she doesn’t wet herself enough to need nappies?’
Gertrude smiled and examined the trainer pants. ‘Well, now you mention it, she does still wet the bed on occasions, don’t you, little one?’ She looked down on Anthony’s bright red face. All he could do was to nod his head in agreement. ‘I think we’ll take the nappies after all.’
‘These should fit her, madam.’ The assistant picked up a pack of disposable nappies. ‘Will she need any added protection, madam?’
There was a pause at the question. ‘Plastic pants, madam. Many mothers require the added security for an older child.’
‘What a good idea, do you have any in her size?’
‘Yes madam.’ The assistant opened a pack and held a pair up to Anthony’s waist, much to his embarrassment. ‘We have them in semi transparent, lemon, and pink, in packs of three.’
‘Excellent, we’ll take a pack of each please,’ Gertrude replied cheerfully.
The assistant rang up the items on the till. ‘Will that be all madam?’
‘Thank you, you’ve been very helpful.’ Replied Gertrude with a glint in her eye.
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The Sisters part 6
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/24/2003 13:00:00 [-04]
The Sisters part 6 by Bethany-Louise
They finally reached the house, which took far longer than ten minutes due to Anthony’s very slow progress
‘Take him through to the sitting room will you Catherine. I’ll make some tea. Would you like a drink Anthony?’
‘Yes.’ Anthony was thirsty, as the apprehension of the journey had made his mouth very dry.
Gertrude gave him a quizzical look. She then shook her head slowly, bent down and slapped the back of his legs, hard.
‘What did I tell you…well!’
‘Ye…yes…aun…auntie.’ Anthony squealed.
‘That’s better. From now on you will always address adults in a proper manner, befitting your status, and you will only speak when you’re spoken to. Do I make myself clear!’
‘Ye…yes, auntie.’
‘Catherine here, will be addressed as nanny. If you need the toilet, you must ask nanny.’ She stared into his eyes and waited for a response.
‘Yes auntie.’
The three of them sat down in the sitting room, with Anthony sitting on a small stool, which Gertrude had brought through from the kitchen. She passed him his new sippy cup, and he tentatively put the spout to his lips. The milk in the cup tasted slightly bitter, but Anthony was so thirsty he finished the cup in no time.
The sisters thumbed their way through several pattern books, smirking to themselves and occasionally looking over to Anthony, sitting sullenly on the stool. He was beginning to feel the need to go to the toilet, but his pride prevented him from asking nanny. He stared at the mantle piece in an effort to concentrate his mind elsewhere, but the pressure grew relentlessly.
‘What’s the matter, sit still can’t you.’ Gertrude chided.
‘N…nanny…I…I…’
‘What…can’t you see I’m busy!’ Catherine shouted.
Anthony stood up. ‘Nanny…I…I…need…the toilet.’
Catherine smiled. ‘You’ll have to wait till I’ve finished, now go and sit down,’ she ordered. This was the malicious side of her nature emerging.
Anthony did as he was told and he sat back on the stool rocking to and fro.
Catherine finally finished and closed the pattern book, glancing over to Anthony’s now distraught face.
‘Wait there,’ she ordered, and left the room.
When she returned she was carrying a potty, which she placed on the floor in front of the stool.
‘Now ask nanny properly.’
Anthony stood up, almost bending double with the pain in his bladder. ‘Please nanny, I need the potty. Pleeeassse!’
‘Do you want to do a wee wee or a poo poo?’
Anthony hesitated. ‘A wee, wee, nanny.’
‘Lift your dress up, and let nanny take your panties down.’ There was no pride left as Anthony lifted the hem of his dress. Catherine pulled his panties down round his ankles. ‘Sit down on your potty. That’s right, all little girls sit when they’re doing their wee wee’s,’ was her response to the question on his face. Anthony’s hesitation was tempered by his urgent need to wee, and he sat down on the rim of the potty with his knees bent, and his panties gathered round his ankles.
Catherine stood up and folded her arms impatiently. ‘I’m waiting.’
Despite his urgent need to relieve himself his self-consciousness prevented him from using the potty. Gertrude sat smirking at the proceedings, amazed at her sisters’ newfound authority.
‘I’ll give you one minute longer, and woe betide you if you’re wasting my time.’ She glanced at her watch as a wave of concentration swept over Anthony’s face. ‘Thirty seconds.’ Anthony held tightly onto the hem of the dress, and closed his eyes, which finally allowed him to let go. The silence of the room was broken by a tinkle and then a gush of wee as it splashed into the potty.
As he opened his eyes a relieved look of triumph crossed his angelic face. ‘I’ve finished nanny.’ He gleefully announced.
‘Stand up and let nanny clean you then.’ Catherine took a tissue and pulled his foreskin back sharply and wiped the excess dry.
‘You’re hurting me nanny,’ moaned Anthony.
‘Keep quite, unless you want nanny to put a nappy on you; is that what you want?’
Anthony shook his head. ‘No nanny.’
‘You’d better make sure you don’t dribble then. If I find the slightest hint of wetness, you’ll go straight back into nappies.’
Anthony nodded his head at the threat, as Catherine pulled his knickers back up and adjusted his dress.
‘Shall we have some lunch?’ Gertrude enquired. Anthony was starving as he’d missed breakfast to get to the shop.
‘Bring you’re stool with you Anthony, this way.’ Gertrude beckoned him through the door, whilst Catherine picked up the potty, to dispose of the contents.
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The Sisters part 7
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/25/2003 13:00:20 [-04]
The Sisters part 7 by Bethany-Louise
As he toddled into the kitchen, Anthony could see his place as it was laid with a spoon and a toddlers’ pusher. He put his stool down and sat down. The height of the stool to the table-top, made him appear much smaller that he actually was, as it allowed only his head to be visible. Catherine placed a steaming bowl in front of him, but he couldn’t see over the edge to view the contents. The two sisters sat down to a plate of chicken salad and began to eat.
‘Come on Anthony, you can feed yourself, you’re not a baby,’ remarked Gertrude, picking up the spoon and handing it to him.
Anthony scooped out a dollop of runny mush from the bowl. The viscosity took him by surprise and the majority ended up down the front of his dress, before he even managed to get the spoon in his mouth. He looked down at the dribble running down his dress.
‘You naughty child, you’ve ruined your new dress.’ Gertrude chided.
‘I couldn’t help it auntie, it’s too runny.’ Anthony apologised.
‘Nonsense. If you’re incapable of feeding yourself, then nanny will have to spoon feed you, just like a baby.’ Catherine added, with a glint in her eye.
‘I’m not a baby, I can do it myself!’ Anthony screamed.
‘If you can’t do something as simple as putting a spoon in your mouth, then I’ve no choice but to feed as a baby.’ Catherine mocked. Anthony was now on the verge of tears.
‘I can see it was a mistake to dress you as a schoolgirl, when in fact you’re nothing more than a toddler.’ Remarked Catherine, taking off his dress and blouse, leaving him in just his vest and panties.
Anthony sat back on the stool and Catherine tied a muslin cloth round his neck. ‘This will have to do, till I can make baby a bib. Now open wide.’
Catherine shovelled the runny mass into Anthony’s gaping mouth. The taste was bland, but not unpleasant. A feeling of confusion gripped Anthony as his mind grappled with the situation he found himself in, he felt such a fool, being fed like this. To make matters worse he wanted to wee again, but decided to hold on till the end of the meal.
As he concentrated on the stream of spoonfuls entering his mouth, he lost concentration on his other pressing problem. He was suddenly aware of a warm feeling between his legs, and then heard the tell tale drips as they hit the floor. He pretended to hear nothing.
Gertrude looked over at the sink to ascertain where the dripping was coming from. Luckily for Anthony the door bell diverted her attention.
‘I wonder who that could be, it’s a bit early for your mother Anthony.’ Gertrude stood up and answered the door, much to the relief of Anthony.
‘Barbara. You’re a bit early, is everything alright.’ Anthony was elated; his mother had come for him.
Anthony could hear his mother and Gertrude talking but couldn’t make out what was being said.
Gertrude took Barbara into the sitting room, as she was obviously very upset.
‘I’ve lost my job Ms Wilkes, they said I’ve been late once to often. I don’t know what I’m going to do, we need the money so badly. We’re going to loose everything, as I’m already behind with the rent on the flat. It’s all down to that son of mine. Every time I’ve been late for work, it’s been down to him!’ She blew into a handkerchief.
‘Now, now, calm yourself, dear. Things are never as bad as they first appear.’ Gertrude consoled her.
‘I have an idea. Would you consider working in our shop? We couldn’t pay as much as the supermarket but it would be a job.’ Barbara listened attentively.
‘It’s a very kind offer, but I couldn’t afford the flat if I took any less.’
Gertrude had a twinkle in her eye, as her scheming nature came up with a solution. ‘You could live here?’
‘You mean the both of us?’
‘Yes, it would be the perfect solution. I would expect a little help with the housework, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that would you?’
Barbara paused as she thought through the offer. ‘Oh I couldn’t possibly impose on you.’ Her reserved nature couldn’t accept such a generous offer.
‘Nonsense my dear, of course you can. I won’t take no for an answer’ Gertrude was adamant.
‘What about Anthony’s little problem?’
‘Don’t you worry about him. He’s in the kitchen now, being taken care of by Catherine. Besides someone will have to stay here during the day, to make sure he doesn’t get up to any mischief.’
Barbara didn’t even question the motives behind the generous offer; she just took it at face value, as was her weak nature to do so.
They made their way into the kitchen, just as Catherine pushed the last spoonful into Anthony’s mouth. Barbara was astonished at the state he was in. His bib and mouth were caked in food.
‘Mummy, mummy. Look what these horrible women have done to me,’ he screamed.
‘I don’t care, you’ve lost me my job today, but lucky for you, and I, Ms Wilkes is going to let us stay here.’ Anthony’s optimism was immediately deflated.
‘No mummy, no. I want to go home.’ He bawled.
‘I’m afraid he spilt his lunch over his new dress.’ Gertrude explained, holding up the soiled dress for Barbara to examine.
As Catherine removed the makeshift bib, her eyes were drawn to the small puddle beneath the stool. As she followed the line up, she spotted the wet stain on the front of Anthony’s panties.
‘The big baby’s wet himself!’ Catherine announced.
‘Oh Anthony, how could you, as if I haven’t got enough troubles!’ His mother exclaimed covering her mouth in shock.
‘Mummy.’ Anthony squealed, in desperate attempt to find salvation. There was none to be found and he slumped back dejectedly.
‘I can see we’re going to have to take some radical measures now we’ve seen his true nature.’ Remarked Catherine, raising her eyebrow.
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The Sisters part 8
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/26/2003 14:14:35 [-04]
The Sisters part 8 by Bethany-Louise
The sisters’ had successfully manoeuvred Anthony just where they wanted him. The diuretic that had laced the sippy cup had done its work, and his masculinity had been discredited. The fact that his mother had lost her job was an added bonus, an opportunity not to be wasted. Catherine had always wanted a child of her own, especially a girl, and now Anthony was shaping up quite nicely. All that remained now, was to see how far they could take him, without his mother becoming too alarmed.
‘I’ll take him upstairs to the bathroom and get him cleaned up,’ said Catherine grabbing him by the ear.
Anthony’s protests fell on deaf ears as he was dragged up the stairs.
Gertrude made Barbara a cup of tea and sat her down at the table. ‘We have a guest room, Barbara, which you can have. Anthony will have to sleep at the top of the house in our old room. It will be quite fitting for him, seeing as he, shall we say, shows signs of regression.’ Gertrude explained.
‘What do you mean Ms Wilkes?’ Barbara was unsure what she meant by regression.
‘Well, he seems to want to go back to basics. He doesn’t want to feed himself, and as for wetting himself, well, that can only be described as the actions of a baby. Has he wet himself before?’ Enquired Gertrude, pointing to the puddle on the floor.
‘Now you mention it, he does have a history of wetting the bed, but I thought he’d grown out of that.’ Barbara was becoming alarmed at the turn of events.
‘In my opinion we should give him what he wants, to make him happy. He obviously wants to be a girl, and in his mind he needs to go right back to the beginning, in order to realise his desire.’ Gertrude was treading carefully.
‘You mean he wants to be a baby girl?’ Barbara was shocked at her own conclusion.
‘Precisely my dear. The question now is, do we accept his desire and all of the consequences, or do we do nothing and pretend it will all go away. Don’t get we wrong, it’s going to be a long and arduous road, but if we do nothing you will always be waiting for the next phone call. And the next time it might not be from someone as understanding as my sister and I.’ Gertrude’s logic was very persuasive.
‘I don’t know Ms Wilkes, I don’t think I’m strong enough to deal with this.’ Barbara was now despairing at her own shortcomings as a mother.
‘Don’t upset yourself my dear, Catherine and I will take care of everything, after all we feel just as responsible for his welfare as you do.’ Gertrude appealed to her motherly instinct.
‘Come on now, let’s go and fetch your things from the flat and settle the landlords bill.’ Gertrude played he ace card.
‘You mean you’ll pay the back rent?’
‘Yes dear, we’ll call it an advance on your wages. Shall we go?’ said Gertrude confidently.
Barbara was in no position to refuse such a generous offer, despite her misgivings, and agreed readily.
As they entered the flat Gertrude could see that they were living on very limited means. The shabby furniture was included in the rent so all that was left to pack were clothes and the few personal possessions.
‘I’ll sort out Anthony’s things.’ Gertrude was keen to see Anthony’s room, as she was determined to find any further evidence of his problem.
As she filled a bin liner with his clothes she scanned the room for any potential hiding place. She felt on top of the wardrobe, and looked under the chest of drawers, but found nothing. Just as she was about to give up she spotted a slight bump in the carpet under the bed. As she pulled back the carpet she found what she was looking for, she smiled to herself and deposited the items in her bag for later.
They carried the bin bags down to the car and then took the keys to the rental office. Gertrude paid the balance and returned the keys. As they made their way home she stopped at a charity shop and handed all of Anthony’s clothes in. She had cut the final link in the chain, there would be no backing out now.
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The Sisters part 9
Author: Bethany-Louise, Nov/27/2003 13:32:12 [-04]
The Sisters part 9 by Bethany-Louise
Gertrude opened the front door and they both went through to the sitting room. Anthony sat on the floor and was playing awkwardly with a rag doll, with Catherine watching his every move. Dressed as he was in an old- fashioned short cotton night dress and matching panties, he looked a picture of sweet innocence. Luckily for him she had not put him back into nappies.
Barbara couldn’t believe the transformation; he had never been this well mannered before. There may well be some substance to their methods, she mused.
‘We need to discuss Anthony’s development. I found these in his bedroom. I think they will give us enough ideas as to what motivates him’ Gertrude announced as she sat down.
The items in question were three magazines. She passed one to Catherine and one to Barbara, keeping the last for herself.
Barbara looked shocked as she saw the title on the front cover, Sissy Baby Control. Catherine smirked as she saw her title, Dominant Mothers. Gertrude held up her copy of Panty Waist Discipline, in full view of Anthony.
‘Remember this, kitten?’ mocked Gertrude, deliberately using his mothers’ pet word. She held up the front cover, depicting a sissy, resplendent in her pink satin party dress, performing a deep curtsey.
Anthony blushed as what was left of his ego crumbled. There was no doubt that the magazines were his, much to his mother’s dismay.
Gertrude thumbed through her copy till she found two pages stuck together. She prised them apart. Anthony looked at the floor hoping it would swallow him up. He knew full well what the story contained, as it was one of his favourites.
‘We’ll let the little darling read it for us, I’m sure she knows it off by heart.’ Gertrude laughed, passing it into Anthony’s quivering hands. He looked over to his mother, who gave him a look of shear disgust.
‘We’re waiting!’
Anthony looked distraughtly round the room. He then collapsed on the floor in a flood of tears; the sheer horror of the situation was far too much for him to swallow.
‘I’ll count to three, and if you haven’t started, then nanny will smack your bottom for you.’
This was enough of an incentive, and he mumbled his way through the entire story, taking occasional glances around the room.
The two sisters let out muffled laughs as the story unfolded. His mother sat there dumbfounded, throughout the recital, as the details sunk in.
‘So nanny’s little cherub wants to be a ickle baby girl does she?’ mocked Catherine, as she dried the tears on Anthony’s face with her handkerchief.
‘Ahh, didums, you should have told nanny you wanted her to put a nappy on you?’
What could he say? The story had illustrated it all far better than Anthony could have explained it. His little secret was out.
He looked distraughtly round the room, and then burst into more tears. ‘I don’t I don’t I don’t.’ Anthony screamed, as he beat the carpet with his fists.
Barbara’s head was in a spin, she sat back shaking her head. ‘I…I had no idea,’ she mumbled, as the full facts of his desires sunk in.
‘Ahh, doesn’t she look sweet, having a little baby tantrum. But of course, we can’t allow that can we nanny?’ Gertrude turned to Catherine.
‘No we certainly can’t. I don’t allow charges of mine to perform in that manner in front of adults.’ Said Catherine pulling the dummy they had purchased out of her cardigan pocket.
‘It’s a good job I’ve got baby’s dum dum here with me, to shut her up.’ She bent down and pushed the teat into his mouth. He immediately spit it out onto the carpet.
‘So you think you can beat me do you, you little tyke. Well think on!’ The sooner we get this…sissy baby, to bed, the better it will be for all of us.’
Nanny grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the carpet, kicking and screaming, to the bottom of the staircase. Anthony felt his other hand being grasped by Gertrude, and he was lifted to his feet.
The sisters hauled him up the stairs with some encouraging smacks to the back of his legs, till they reached their destination. Nanny took a key from her pocket and unlocked the door at the top of the staircase, and pushed it open.
Anthony had now recovered from the shock, and realised his destiny. ‘No, let me go. I’m not going in there, let me go. Your hurting me, nanny.’
He then felt a sharp yank, as Gertrude pulled back on his hair. She then propelled him forward, and into the nursery. ‘I think baby’s looking for a sore bottom. Don’t you nanny?’
‘I quite agree, I’ll fetch the hair brush.’
Gertrude sat down on a high backed chair, pulling Anthony over her knee as she did so. He screamed even louder as she pulled off his panties to reveal his smooth round bottom. Catherine handed her the hairbrush, and she brought it down with an almighty crack on his bare bottom. This was followed in quick succession by several more, till he was crying his heart out. Through the tears he could see nanny standing with her arms folded, with a huge grin on her face, looking down on him.
‘Is baby going to behave herself?’ Enquired Gertrude, lowering her head to look him in the eye.
‘Ye…ye…yes, au…nt…ie,’ he replied as he heaved great sobs.
‘Right then. But I’m warning you, the slightest hint of rebellion, and it will be back over my knee.’ With that she pushed him to the floor, straightening her dress as she got up.
‘Does baby like her new room?’ Catherine asked with the same grin on her face.
The question made Anthony look up and scan the room. It was obvious that no one had been in here for a long time. There was a slight musty smell in the air, and the once gaily decorated nursery had lost much of its original Edwardian charm. The furniture however was less decrepit, as it had been produced in a time when robustness prevailed. The white cot, which stood against one wall, looked like could cage a tiger, let alone a baby. The bars were far more substantial than any modern day cot, and indeed far taller.
‘Does baby like the look of her new bed?’ Enquired Catherine.
Anthony turned to look up at nanny, and was just about to answer the question when he spotted the nappy and baby pants she held in her hands.
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The Sisters part 10
Author: Bethany-Louise, Dec/15/2003 14:05:38 [-04]
The Sisters part 10 by Bethany-Louise
‘Up we come little one. Your nanny’s little girl now, and nanny’s little girl should be in her nappy and tucked up in her cot, with her dummy in, shouldn’t she?’ Catherine pointed to a white pine table, on which lay a crisp white sheet.
Anthony hesitated, then let out a yell. ‘Mummy, mummy.’ He realised they were actually going to go through with turning him into their baby girl.
‘No please, please don’t. I’ll do anything but please don’t do this to me, please.’ He pleaded.
‘Do what to you, kitten?’ Catherine enquired.
‘T…tur…turn me into a b…ba…baby g…gir…girl.’ The words stuck in his throat.
‘But that’s what you want isn’t it? To be babied by nanny and auntie, and let them turn you into sweet dribbling little darling, who has nothing to worry about except her next nappy change.’
This was what Anthony had dreamed about for all those years, and yet the reality was like some frightening nightmare, which was only just beginning.
His animal instinct cut in; just as Gertrude bent down to pick him up. He swung his arm out, and caught her on the shoulder. His other arm levered himself off the floor, and he staggered towards the door. He tripped. Unfortunately he had forgotten the cotton panties, which were still round his ankles, and he lay sprawled out in front of nanny.
‘You little monster!’ Gertrude had recovered and she lifted him up by the hair. This was a completely different woman. She was in an absolute rage. She grabbed him and lifted him onto the table. He landed with a thud, which winded him.
‘Hit auntie would you?’
He lay there kicking and screaming, as her hand came down on his already red bottom. His screams of anguish turned to pain, as auntie laid into his bottom with vigour that surprised even her. He lay there sobbing unable to move, with his bottom on fire.
After a few minutes, nanny produced the dummy again. This time he accepted it, and suc-ked heavily on the teat between sobs. The rhythmic suc-king soothed him, just as nanny had intended.
‘Shh…shh. That’s it babykins, you suc-k on you dum dum like a good little baby.’ Catherine stroked his hair, it was just what his mother used to do, and he relaxed.
She turned him over and lifted the hem of the cotton nighty.
‘There, there, let nanny put your nappy on you.’
Gertrude gave him a cold hard stare, just to reinforce the fact that she would not tolerate any resistance on his part. Gertrude lifted his legs, whilst nanny slid the nappy under him. She then turned the top of a tin of baby powder, and sprinkled it liberally over his nappy area.
‘There, all soft and smooth for baby,’ cooed Catherine, as she patted it over his skin.
She fiddled with the sticky tabs of the disposable nappy. ‘Nanny doesn’t like these disposable nappies. Nanny will make baby some nice fluffy terry ones, tomorrow.’ Catherine announced, finally doing up the sticky tapes.
‘Say thank you to nanny.’
Anthony blushed. ‘Th…Thank you na…nanny.’
‘Now we’ll just get your plastic panties on you, then you can go downstairs and say goodnight to your mummy.’ Catherine held out a new pair of pink plastic panties. She gathered up the legs, and fed each foot through the holes. The elastic dragged up his legs as it became tighter and tighter, as it reached the top of his thigh. She pulled the waistband over his nappy, making sure the top was well tucked in.
‘Doesn’t baby look sweet in her first nappy?’ Gertrude smirked at her own belittling comment.
Catherine beamed, as if she was a real mother, who had just changed her own baby daughter. She clapped her hands together with glee; this is what she had always wanted.
‘Let’s go and say goodnight to your mummy, then nanny will tuck up in your cot, and read you a good night story.’
Anthony jumped down from the table with the assistance of the two sisters. The plastic baby pants rustled, much to the delight of Gertrude.
Anthony held his tongue, not that he was able to speak with the dummy in mouth, but so he wouldn’t incur the wrath of Gertrude.
They made their way down the staircase to the sitting room. Barbara had her copy of the magazine open, and was reading. She looked up as Anthony came through the door.
‘Darling, come to mummy.’
Anthony broke loose, and waddled over to his mother’s out stretched arms.
‘Oh kitten, you’re a real baby now you’ve got your nappy and rubbers on.’ Barbara lifted the hem of his skirt, to get a better look.
His immediate optimism was deflated at his mothers’ apparent lack of concern at his plight. He had expected sympathy. He stood there with his bottom lip quivering, tiny tears developing in the corner of his eyes.
‘Mummy’s been reading all about, little boys who are put back into nappies. Ahh, don’t cry baby.’ She kissed him on the forehead, and he burst into tears, of pure humiliation.
‘Say goodnight to your mother, baby.’ Gertrude snapped him out of his anguish.
His immediate reaction was to hug his mother, who responded in kind. ‘Ahh, kitten, is it time for baby to go beddy bo’s? Kiss mummy goodnight, and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Anthony didn’t want to back up stairs with those two devils, but he had no choice, as he knew auntie would love to give his bottom another seeing to.
‘Good night mummy,’ he lisped.
‘He’s even beginning to sound like a baby.’ Mocked Gertrude, pulling him off his mother.
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The Sisters part 11
Author: Bethany-Louise, Dec/16/2003 14:29:34 [-04]
The Sisters part 11 by Bethany-Louise
He looked a sad, crest fallen figure, as he was led back up to the nursery, and the awaiting cot. It was only six o’clock, but least it was dark, due to the time of year. Catherine unclipped the latch on the upper rail, and it obligingly slid down level with the bottom rail.
‘Up we come, babykins,’ the sisters lifted him up by the arms and onto the mattress.
As his feet touched the white bottom sheet, there was the tell tale rustle of a protective sheet underneath.
‘Lie down for nanny, that’s it little one, on your back.’ Anthony obliged.
His head rested on the thin satin pillow, whilst his feet hit the bottom of the cot, as it was slightly too small for him.
‘Bend your knees for nanny, and point the soles of your feet together. That’s it, you must look like a baby even when you’re in your cot.’ Catherine giggled.
‘I’ll just take your dummy out.’ Thank heaven for that small mercy thought Anthony, as his jaw was becoming slightly sore from all that suc-king.
‘Give me your thumb, In we go.’ Catherine placed his thumb in his mouth, much to Gertrude’s amusement.
‘And if anyone catches you not suc-king, when your having your nappy checked, in the night, I’ll dip it in castor oil, and you can suc-k on it while I’m smacking your bottom. Just like the poor baby in your favourite story.’ Gertrude threatened.
A worried look passed Anthony’s face, as he wondered how he would possibly keep it in his mouth when he was asleep.
Catherine covered him with two pink cellulose baby blankets, loosely tucking them in, at the sides of the mattress.
‘Ahh doesn’t she look pretty, suc-king her thumb just like a real baby. You’ll be even prettier when I’ve made you an adorable bonnet to wear, didums.’ Catherine squealed with delight.
Gertrude on the other hand was not so easily impressed. ‘Oh Catherine your becoming far too soft. I don’t believe this little sissy, has even begun to understand, what it will be like to be a simpering, nappy wetting, dribbling baby girl. I think we’re going to be in for some trying times, in the next few weeks. I’ll be making sure I have the hairbrush close at hand, to administer the necessary nursery discipline.’ Gertrude lent over the cot rail and position her face only two inches from Anthony’s ‘I’ll be up to check on baby’s nappy later, and I want to see baby exactly as you are now.’
Anthony closed his eyes tightly in the vain hope that it would all end. When he opened them, the cot rail had been lifted and the door was shut. A small nightlight had been left on, and it cast a shadow of the cot on the ceiling. He softly whimpered as he thought about all the humiliating scenarios written down in the magazines he had cherished so much. They were going to be the guiding light of his return to babyhood, a thought that horrified him.
The sisters sat down with Barbara in the sitting room, and Gertrude poured them all a glass of sherry.
‘Barbara, I want to discuss your terms and conditions, just so we get off on the right foot, if you understand. I’ve spent a great deal of money today sorting out all your problems, and I’m happy to have done so. However I must make it clear that your position in the house will be that of a maid.’ Gertrude took a sip from her glass and waited for Barbara’s reply, looking over her glass.
‘I thought I was going to help out in the shop,’ said Barbara, confused at the suggestion.
‘I’ve reconsidered, as nanny and I will need all the help we can get, as we now have a new baby in the house. There will be all those dirty nappies to wash for a start, and baby bottles to sterilise, not to mention the general cleaning of the house. If you don’t find this acceptable then you can always pay me back the money I’ve spent, and you and Anthony can leave.’ Gertrude smiled, as she verbally pushed Barbara.
‘Well…I…I can’t pay you back, as you know, I’ve nothing.’ Barbara reasoned. Her mind raced, as she wondered why Gertrude had suddenly changed her mind.
‘Good, so that’s settled then. Catherine will make you something to wear, as you seem to have precious little in the way of clothes.’ Gertrude finished her sherry. ‘Shall we eat?’
Gertrude had backed the weak willed Barbara into a corner, and try as she might she could see no way out, but acceptance.
After the evening meal, they all went back into the sitting room. Barbara was very quite, as she mulled over the position she had got herself into, let alone her son. Gertrude and Catherine discussed the various outfits that would become the centrepiece of baby’s layette. Catherine gushed out her ideas, and enthused about the satins and frills that would adorn the little darlings wardrobe.
The clock on the mantelpiece struck ten, and Gertrude stood up. ‘I’m just going up to check on baby.’
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The Sisters part 12
Author: Bethany-Louise, Dec/30/2003 10:52:35 [-04]
The Sisters part 12 by Bethany-Louise
Gertrude made her silent entry into the nursery; she wanted to make sure that she did not wake the little darling. As she stood over the cot she smiled. This was not the smile of a doting parent, but rather one of a heartless guardian. A thrill surged through her body, as her hopes were realised. Anthony’s thumb was out of his mouth, resting on the pillow next to his head. She watched him silently, as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. He looked so sweet, with his baby pants peeking out from beneath the hem of his nighty. Unbeknown to him he was about to get a rude awakening.
She leant over the cot rail and cautiously folded back the hem of his nighty. Her hand slowly inserted itself between the waistband elastic of his baby pants and his warm body. She smiled in recognition at the wet clammy sensation, as her hand ventured deeper. Anthony moved slightly. She paused, and waited for him to settle, before closing her hand.
Anthony gasped, as he opened his eyes he saw auntie’s cold, emotionless face confronting him. He immediately put his thumb in his mouth; too late.
Gertrude switched on the main light. ‘Auntie’s going to have to punish her little niece, and after all the warnings I gave you as well.’ She was in her element.
Anthony’s tongue froze as he lay there, blinking at the harsh light, which flooded the room. Gertrude opened a drawer below the changing table and took out a brown bottle and a spoon. She unscrewed the top and put it beside the chair.
‘Out you come babykins, I warned you what would happen, and you’ve completely ignored me, haven’t you?’
Anthony turned his face away, in horror at what was about to come. He whimpered at the threat of yet another spanking.
Gertrude pulled Anthony over her knee as she sat down. She pulled down his plastic panties and undid the tapes on the wet disposable, dropping it to the floor. She gripped his head in the crook of her arm, almost strangling him.
‘Time for baby’s medicine. I can see I’m going to have to put another bottle of castor oil on my shopping list, if this is how you’re going to interperate my instructions.’ She was in no mood for compromise, as she poured out a large spoonful of the oily substance.
‘Open wide for auntie.’ She pinched his nose and his mouth opened in a reflex action. ‘In we go.’ She held the spoon in his mouth till he swallowed. This was followed by three more, till he almost gagged.
The taste was disgusting as it passed down Anthony’s throat. The oily substance clung to the inside of his mouth. He had never taken castor oil before, the taste being even worse than he had read in his magazines.
‘Right, lets coat that thumb of yours.’ She pushed it into the wide neck of the bottle, and then forced it into Anthony’s mouth.
‘Don’t you dare take it out!’ Came the final warning as she turned him over her knee.
Anthony whimpered as he felt the cool air react with the clamminess of his bottom. He stared at the carpet on the floor, his thumb in his mouth. Tiny drips of castor oil fell on the carpet as he obeyed auntie’s instructions, to suc-k his thumb.
With no one else in the room, Gertrude’s sadistic nature was given full reign. She picked up the hairbrush and brought it down sharply on his quivering bottom. Anthony bit down hard on his thumb in a desperate attempt to hold it in, as the spanking continued.
Tears flowed down his little cheeks as Gertrude turned him back over, holding him tightly to her bosom, to muffle his weeping. The thrill at executing her sadistic power over him has aroused feelings she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her face flushed red in ecstasy, as she felt the dampness in the own underwear. They sat there together with Gertrude rocking her baby to and fro, collecting her thoughts.
As she recovered, her attention was diverted to the bottle of castor oil again. Another thought entered her head and she picked up the spoon again.
‘Auntie wants her sissy baby to have a nice dirty nappy in the morning, and just to make sure.’ She held up another spoonful of the revolting medicine. ‘In we go, and another. There, that should do the trick.’ The bottle was now less than a quarter full.
She then nappied him on her ample thighs, using the same wet nappy from before. The plastic panties were then replaced, and for added protection, she pulled on a second pair.
‘Oh I’m going to have such fun with you, aren’t I. Oh, I’m not going to mother you, like that soppy sister of mine, oh no. You’re going to wish you’d never set foot in my shop I can assure you.’ This left Anthony in no doubt that his fate was sealed, if indeed he had any.
‘I would try and hang on if I were you before you mess yourself, as you’re going to sit in your dirty nappy until nanny makes you some fluffy terry ones.’ This was the final stern warning before she turned out the light.
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The Sisters part 13
Author: Bethany-Louise, Mar/5/2004 12:53:14 [-04]
The Sisters part 13 by Bethany-Louise
Dawn broke, and the alarm sounded, as Barbara lay in her bed. She had been living in the house for over a month now, and many changes had taken place, since she had passed over the threshold. She sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes, as she stared at the rising sun, which beckoned a new day of toil.
After washing, she dressed herself, in the uniform Catherine had provided for her; that of a nursery nurse. She hated the white cotton one-piece dress, however any resistance on her part had long since evaporated, along with her pride. After placing the white cap on her head, she slipped on her plain white shoes and went downstairs to attend to her duties.
The same pattern was repeated every day. Firstly she sluiced out baby’s nappies, which had been soaking overnight, and put them in the machine to wash. She followed this with the preparation of the breakfast trays. Gertrude and Catherine both had toast and tea, whilst baby’s consisted of a large bottle of formula to which she added three heaped tablespoons of sugar, as instructed by Gertrude.
It was a big day today, Gertrude had informed her the previous evening. They would attend the annual Womens Institute, charity pram race, which was to take place in the town centre, that afternoon.
Barbara took up Catherine’s tray, knocking lightly on the door of her bedroom. As she entered, she dropped a curtsey and placed the tray on the table, whilst she opened the curtains.
‘Good morning nanny.’ She handed Catherine the tray. Catherine took it from her without replying, she was always grumpy in the morning, so Barbara left, without another word being spoken.
Gertrude on the other hand was full of life. As Catherine entered the bedroom she was already reading in bed. She curtseyed and handed over the tray, including baby’s bottle, which she placed on the bedside table.
‘Good morning Curtis’ Gertrude raised her eyes to meet hers.
‘Fetch baby for me, will you.’
‘Yes madam.’ Gertrude always insisted on giving baby her first feed of the day in her bedroom.
Barbara climbed the stairs to the nursery. The nursery had been given a complete make over, and was now resplendent in a pale pink with glossy white woodwork. She pulled back the pink curtains, gaily edged in flouncy white frills. The bright daylight flooded the room, so that the outline of the cot bars could be seen through the organza canopy surrounding the cot. Barbara opened the wardrobe and retrieved a set of pink reins, unbuckling the straps as the made her way over to the cot. She hated herself even more, when she was alone with her son, but what could she do, they were trapped together in this nightmare world.
Anthony was still asleep as she drew back the canopy. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there, his now blonde curls peeking out from the brim of the white satin bonnet, and his pink dummy moving rhythmically in time with his suc-king. Barbara paused before waking him with a kiss on the cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and his long lashes fluttered as he became accustomed to the light.
‘Good morning, angel,’ Barbara whispered softly to him.
His angelic face now contorted at the prospect of another day of torment.
‘Shhh, darling, mummy’s here,’ Barbara spoke softly to him, as if that would calm his fears, as she lowered the cot rail.
Anthony knew better than to speak out, as he knew Gertrude would be listening in over the baby alarm in her room. He had already suffered several spankings for talking to his mother, when they were alone.
Barbara pulled off the covers to reveal the short white satin dress, and mittens, which were tied to the cot rails with wide ribbons. The semi transparent baby pants peeking below the hem, could not hide the wet bulky nappy, as the stain was there for all to see. It was hardly surprising he was wet, as he had been secured like this since six, the previous evening, when he had been put down for the night. His smooth legs were tied together again with ribbon, and on his feet were a delightful pair of satin booties.
Barbara undid the ribbons and sat him up. She had a tear in her eye as she placed the reins over his head and slid the straps into their buckles. Gertrude had encouraged her to take part in Anthony’s babying. She had realised that Anthony’s spirit would be broken all the easier, if his own mother took a full part in the process, as it left him with no one to turn to.
Anthony dribbled as Barbara placed his hands in the wrist straps, attached to the waistband of the reins. She wiped his chin to stop the drops falling onto the bodice of the dress.
‘There, let mummy help you up.’ She helped him to his feet, and she fluffed out the hem of the dress.
‘Open your legs a bit wider angel. We don’t want you to get into trouble with auntie. You know how critical she can be about your baby walk.’ Anthony needed no encouragement as he remembered the last session of ‘walkies’, as she had put it. Gertrude had been less than satisfied, with his baby walk. To make sure baby adopted the correct stance, she took a large carrot from the kitchen and had thrust it up his bottom, making sure his nappy was pinned on extra tightly. The experience had taught him a valuable lesson.
‘Shall we go down to aunties room, you lead the way poppet.’ Anthony began to cry, the tears of a lamb being led to the slaughter, as she led him down the stairs
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The Sisters part 14
Author: Bethany-Louise, Mar/10/2004 09:41:40 [-04]
The Sisters part 14 by Bethany-Louise
The door of the bedroom opened and Anthony toddled over the threshold. Gertrude looked up from her magazine.
‘Ah, how’s auntie’s little Tiny Tears this morning?’ Gertrude had christened Anthony, after she had bought him the doll of the same name.
‘Show auntie your baby walkies.’
Anthony needed no encouragement as he strained against the reins. He looked the perfect picture of babyhood with his plastic panties rustling against his legs with every step. The hem of the night dress, bobbed and swayed, fully exposing his nappied bottom. The tell tale sagging crotch betrayed the wet nappy, as the pins strained to hold the weight. With his wide stance, he looked very unstable, mimicking the actions of a real toddler, who had just learnt to take her first steps.
A sadistic smile crossed Gertrude’s face as he continued to parade round the room. She put her hands together and clapped. This was the signal for baby to fall over. Baby fell to the carpeted floor almost immediately, and then began to cry.
‘Ahh, has my little angel fallen? Come here, let auntie kiss it better, didums.’ Gertrude’s sarcastic tones filled the room.
Barbara struggled to hoist him to his feet, and he toddled over to the bed, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. He stood by the bedside as Gertrude dabbed his cheeks with her lace handkerchief.
‘I know, what Tiny Tears wants, she wants her bottle doesn’t she? Ask auntie nicely for your bottle, sweetheart.’ She was still smirking, enjoying every second of his torment.
‘Ba, ba, ba, ba,’ came the almost inaudible reply from behind the dummy, baby was still suc-king.
‘Auntie give Tiny Tears her ba ba then.’ She stepped out of bed and took the reins from Barbara in one hand, and the bottle from the bedside table in the other.
‘That will be all for now, Curtis.’ Gertrude dismissed her, and led baby over to the high backed chair in the corner of the bedroom.
Barbara, hesitated before curtseying. She had never been allowed to participate in the morning feed, and always felt anxious about leaving her son with this tyrant.
‘That will be all, Curtis!’ Gertrude snapped, making it plain that her presence was no longer required.
Gertrude sat on the chair and arranged her sheer black negligee on her ample thighs. Her large chest began to heave in anticipation as she lifted Tiny Tears onto her lap. She held his head in the crook of her flabby arms, almost suffocating him. Anthony’s contorted face stared back into her eyes, as he dwelt on his impending ordeal.
‘Ooo, we are wet this morning,’ commented Gertrude as she squeezed the wet nappy through the plastic pants.
‘Has baby had a wee, wee, since she woke this morning?’ She enquired.
Anthony shook his head, which was difficult given the grip of Gertrude’s arm.
‘Baby do wee, wee’s for auntie.’ She grinned, as she squeezed his crotch tightly. ‘Baby do wee, wee’s for auntie.’ She repeated herself, but this time kissing him on the lips.
Anthony concentrated, hard, as he knew what to expect if he didn’t perform this humiliating act. Luckily for him she brought the teat of the bottle to his lips, and he suc-ked greedily on the silicone, to buy some time. After the first mouthfuls he felt the need to wet himself, and with much relief he let go. Gertrude whose hand was resting on his plastic panties felt the surge, and smiled to herself. She was pleased that she had trained him to this stage, however she missed the punishment sessions of the early training. Today however was going to be a severe test, and she found herself relishing the prospect of parading him through the town at the pram race.
As the bottle emptied she undid her negligee and coaxed out her breasts.
‘Aunties got a special treat for her little Tiny Tears today. Aunties going to let her little sissy suc-k on her titty, won’t that be nice for baby.’
Anthony’s face drained of colour, as the last drops of formula drained from the bottle. He was petrified. Gertrude replaced the teat of the bottle, with her own brown nipple. She thrust the fleshy orb into Anthony’s face, and he had no choice but to take the teat. They had obviously been firmer when she was younger, but now they just sagged. He was almost suffocated as she held him tightly to her chest. Gertrude’s face flushed as she encouraged him to suc-k harder. He was now gasping for air, but just as he was about to pass out, Gertrude let out a sigh, and released her grip.
Several minutes passed with Gertrude rocking him in her arms, then she dropped the bombshell.
She gazed down into his eyes. ‘Do you know what to day is?’
Anthony shook his head.
‘Well, it’s a very special day for baby. Auntie is going to show her little sissy off to all her friends at the Womens Institute. Won’t that be fun?’
Anthony’s mouth dropped, and he let out a moan. Never in his wildest dreams, did he think that he would be the subject of public humiliation.
Gertrude left him no time to dwell on the situation, as they had to be at the start line by ten. She was determined to get first prize for the best dressed baby, so there was plenty of preparation to be done, before they left. She knew what was going through his little mind, by the sheer horror on his face, and she smiled to herself as she led him out of the bedroom.
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The Sisters part 15
Author: Bethany-Louise, Apr/27/2004 12:47:39 [-04]
The Sisters part 15 by Bethany-Louise
Catherine, now fully awake greeted them on the landing. ‘Ahh, how’s nanny’s little coochycoo?’
‘Ahh, goo,goo ga,’ replied Anthony, almost losing his dummy.
‘We need to get baby, bathed and dressed. We have to be at the start line in two hours,’ Interrupted Gertrude.
‘Come on then Tiny Tears, let’s make you the bell of the ball. I want you to win first prize in the baby judging competition.’ Announced Catherine clapping her hands in glee.
He couldn’t contain himself as a humiliating wave hit him. He collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap. ‘Plweeese, na, na plweeese.’
‘I think baby’s trying to tell us something, Catherine.’
‘I think Tiny Tears is thinking about all the lovely ladies, fussing and cooing, while he sits in his pram, dribbling and smiling at them all.’ Catherine giggled.
‘I think we should take some extra bottles with us. I’m sure there will be no shortage of ladies wishing to feed, such a pretty baby. We could even charge for each feed and raise some extra funds for the charity.’ Gertrude was ever the resourceful one.
The news left Anthony sobbing even harder, as Gertrude hauled him through to the bathroom. They emerged some time later, with Anthony dressed in only a pair of pink plastic panties. His skin had been given a pale pink sheen, through the lavish amounts of baby cream and powder, which had been applied by the sisters.
‘That’s better, all nice and clean; well for the time being anyway. Where’s Curtis? Curtis!’ Gertrude shrieked.
‘Ahh there you are, take baby to the nursery whilst Catherine and I get changed.’ Barbara took her son upstairs.
When the door was closed Anthony hugged his mother. ‘Oh mummy, please help me. I don’t want to go to the pram race, all those ladies will see me dressed as a baby,’ he howled.
‘I know darling, but what can mummy do? We’re both stuck at the moment. I know it’s difficult, but you did bring this on your self, and after all, living here is much better than that horrible flat, isn’t it?’
‘But I don’t want to be a stupid baby, all the ladies will tease me.’
‘It won’t be for long poppet, you’ll be home for tea, then you can have a sleep in your cot.’ Barbara didn’t know what to say to console him, even though she knew he must be going through hell.
Anthony buried his head in her breast and cried. Even Barbara had a tear in her eye, which was more to do with her own failure than her son’s plight.
‘Come on angel you must get up on the changing table before Gertrude comes, you know what she’s like if your not ready for your nappy change.’
‘Very true Curtis.’ Gertrude and Catherine stood in the doorway, looking menacing in their blue matrons uniforms.
‘I’ve got just the thing for a disobedient infant. Now get baby onto the table immediately.’ Barked Gertrude.
‘Mummy!’ Cried Anthony, as she helped him up.
‘Get downstairs Curtis and prepare six bottles of formula.’
Gertrude pulled off the plastic panties and pulled baby’s legs back. ‘Here’s your little surprise sissykins!’ Chided Gertrude holding what looked like a lump of solid jelly between her fingers, then forcing it up Anthony’s quivering bottom.
‘There, that should give baby a nice surprise in about four hours, which should be just be in time for the baby judging,’ she smirked.
This was followed by a very bulky terry nappy, which Gertrude stretched and pinned tightly round his hips.
She then teased out his curls and applied pink eye shadow and black eye liner to his doe like eyes. A little shimmering pink lipstick and face powder completed the baby doll like look.
‘There, no one will ever suspect your anything else but a simpering baby sissykins. Well not until you have your nappy changed that is.’ The sisters both laughed out loud at the horror on Anthony’s face.
‘Panties please nanny.’
Catherine held up the frilliest panties Anthony had ever seen. White satin, with wide pink frills at the legs. As Gertrude turned them round the rear was adorned with more frills in the shape of a heart, with Tiny Tears etched out in pink embroidery in the centre.
‘Everyone will know your name when we walk you round the show, won’t they baby?’
Anthony blushed, not knowing what to say as the panties were gathered and pulled over his nappy.
‘Don’t worry, they’re lined with plastic to keep your accidents in,’ smirked Gertrude.
‘Sit up and let auntie put your petticoat on.’
The petticoat of five layers of white net with deep pink frills at the hem floated down over his head. Anthony wriggled as the net scratched his skin.
‘Sit still, it’s meant to be pretty not comfortable.’ Informed Gertrude, as she fluffed it up, and buttoned up the back.
The petticoat stuck out at an absurdly acute angle and barely touched the waistband of the panties. Anthony realised why as the heavy pink satin dress settled on the petticoat. It was as wide as it was short, with the iridescent organza overskirt adding to the width. It shimmered in the light as he looked down at the cacophony of frills and lace, which adorned his body.
‘Who’s a pwetty ickle babykins then?’ Mocked Catherine, as she smiled with pride at her handy work.
Gertrude buttoned the Peter Pan collar, which almost choked him. As she smoothed down the organza he saw the same Tiny Tears embroidery across his chest, just above the dainty frill of the high bodice. He had no time to admire himself as a bonnet of pink satin was tied in a big bow under his chin. It rustled loudly as it had been packed with net between two layers of satin making it over large to make his face appear to be small. The final indignity came in a pair of white filly anklets and pink high-sided baby shoes.
The sisters stood back and admired the frilly mass in front of them.
‘If baby doesn’t win, I’ll eat my hat,’ remarked Catherine.
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The Sisters part 16
Author: Bethany-Louise, May/5/2004 12:48:04 [-04]
The Sisters part 16 by Bethany-Louise
After Catherine had buckled baby’s reins on, he was ready for the race. As his feet touched the floor, he lost his balance, stumbled, and fell in a heap at Gertrude’s feet. The sister’s laughed out loud, as he pushed himself up with his hands, exposing the frilly heart on the seat of his panties. He realised why, as the soles of the shoes he was wearing, had been set at an angle to exaggerate his wide legged stance.
‘Excellent. Baby won’t be able to run off and get into mischief with those on,’ remarked Catherine, whose idea it had been.
Anthony took a few tottering steps. It was a good job Gertrude held the reins tightly, as he needed to be steadied. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror of the wardrobe and was shocked at his appearance. He was the epitome of baby girlhood, with his dress bobbing and swaying with his uncertain steps, and his bulky nappy and frilly baby pants on view to the world. He stood motionless in front of the mirror as he took in the sight.
‘Come on babykins, we haven’t time for you to admire yourself, the W.I. ladies are waiting.’ Announced Gertrude, pulling him to the door.
He sobbed quietly, as his fate drew ever nearer.
Barbara met them in the hallway with two bags, one containing the bottles of formula and the other changing accoutrements. She stared at the floor, not wishing to catch he son’s pleading, tear stained eyes. She felt all the apprehension a mother should, at the plight of her poor son.
There was one question, which was left unanswered, what was he going to travel in?
Anthony didn’t have to wait long for this to be answered, as Catherine disappeared into the conservatory, whilst Gertrude flounced out his dress. She reappeared pushing a large black pram. It had been custom built to Gertrude’s specification and had cost a small fortune. Anthony’s jaw dropped in awe, as the gleaming transport was wheeled into the hallway.
‘Mummy, no, plweeese, no!’ He wailed in disbelief.
Gertrude yanked the reins, pulling him towards her. She bent down and slapped the back of his legs, as she didn’t have time to remove his nappy for her favoured nursery spanking.
‘Lets get one thing straight, Tiny Tears. Babies like you have no say in what happens to them, and I won’t tolerate any further disobedience such as talking big girls words. Now let me hear your baby talk.’ Gertrude was adamant and no pleading on his part would alter the situation.
‘Goo goo ga,’ came his muffled response.
‘Good, now lets get you in, and no more nonsense.’
She lifted him up and placed him into the awaiting pram. He sank into the mattress, which he hoped would swallow him up, as he wriggled down, in an effort to conceal himself.
‘Sit up Tiny Tears, we want all the ladies to see you,’ chided Catherine, as she fastened the reins to the side of the pram.
It was surprisingly roomy, even though he couldn’t quite stretch his legs out. The design had used the full curve of the carriage to create the desired space.
‘You should have seen the look on the manager’s face when I told him what it was for, and who was to be the passenger,’ remarked Gertrude, pushing baby’s dummy between his quivering lips.
Catherine opened the front door and stared at the sky. ‘We’ll have to put the hood up, it’s spotting a bit, outside.’
Thank heaven, thought Anthony, at least no one will see me with the hood up. He was right, as the hood and cover were fitted by Gertrude, much to her disappointment. The party was now ready to depart. Gertrude pushed the poor soul out of the front door and into the wide world, with Catherine following behind.
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The Sisters part 17
Author: Bethany-Louise, Jun/8/2004 11:45:56 [-04]
The Sisters part 17 by Bethany-Louise
Anthony sat mortified in the recesses of the pram praying it would continue to rain, as he stared out through his canvas window above the storm cover. He comforted himself with the thought that maybe the race would be cancelled, and he would be spared the indignity, of being pushed through the town.
‘I can’t hear your baby talk,’ snapped Gertrude, passing her hand through the slot and pinching his cheek.
Anthony came out of his daze and mumbled a few incomprehensible words, dribbling as he did so.
‘You know Gertrude, I think it’s beginning to clear up.’ Remarked Catherine looking up at the sky.
The first rays of sunshine hit the storm cover of the pram, and Anthony started to whimper again, knowing his last route to salvation was ebbing away.
They were now entering the town, and Anthony could hear the sound of voices in the distance. The pram was brought to a shuddering halt.
‘You hoo.’ Came a shrill call from the other side of the road. It was Mrs Greenwood, the head of the WI.
‘Morning girls,’ came the greeting as she crossed the road. ‘Excellent day, thank goodness. My, what a wonderful pram, I haven’t seen one like that for years. And who’s the lucky passenger?’ Her face came into view and Anthony instinctively sat back as a pair of eyes peered through the storm flap.
‘His name’s Tiny Tears,’ announced Catherine, with a grin, not wishing to hide the fact that he was a boy, even though the evidence suggested otherwise.
Anthony’s face flushed bright crimson, his bottom lip began to quiver, as he stared back at the elderly face confronting him.
‘Let’s have a proper look at the little darling then.’ Mrs Greenwood took it upon herself to undo the storm flap and pull down the hood.
‘Oh my, what a delightful baby…girl.’ She looked to Gertrude for an answer to the question on her lips.
‘Yes, he is a girl to all intents and purposes, a nappy wearing, dribbling, sissy baby girl.’ Gertrude advised her.
Mrs Greenwood composed herself, being just as shocked as Anthony with the situation. ‘Well you do look the part, Tiny Tears. I hope your mummy has brought a spare nappy with her. We don’t want you sitting in a wet nappy, and getting a nappy rash, do we?’ She looked in Anthony’s eyes, which began to fill with tears. ‘Oh you big cry baby.’
The three of them stood around the pram laughing at the blubbering baby before them. The commotion had attracted interest from several passes by. Soon there was quite a crowd gathered around the gleaming carriage, and it’s reluctant passenger.
Anthony just wanted to get out and run, but he couldn’t as the reins held him securely inside the pram. He just stared out of his tearful eyes at the mocking congregation.
‘That baby is very big isn’t she mummy?’ Asked a little girl, licking a lollipop. ‘Look, she’s wearing a nappy,’ pointing to the enormous pair of baby frillies, which were clearly visible. ‘Nappy pants, nappy pants,’ she shouted at the top of her voice. Her mother pulled her away, with a disgusted look on her face.
‘I think we’d better get to the start line, before we miss the race.’ Mrs Greenwood interjected, giving Anthony one last inspection of his frillies, shaking her head as she did so.
The route was less than pleasant, with plenty of mocking remarks and laughing from all who saw the procession, but finally they were there.
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The Sisters part 18
Author: Bethany-Louise, Jun/10/2004 06:44:51 [-04]
The Sisters part 18 by Bethany-Louise
The prams and their occupants were arranged at the start line, with Gertrude positioning Anthony next to a group of three young nurses from the local hospital. They took one look at him and burst into a fit of giggles.
Gertrude turned to them. ‘Could you watch over baby while my sister and I go to the judges tent, for our number?’
‘No problem, baby will be fine with us, we’re all nursery nurses from the maternity ward,’ replied one of the group.
This further humiliation only heightened his feeling of shame and he burst into tears again, much to delight of the nurses.
‘Ahhh, has ickle didums lost her dum dum,’ announced one of the group, producing a pacifier, which she pushed into his gaping mouth.
As she lent over the pram she realised this baby was not pretending to be a baby, but actually was a baby. She lifted up the hem of his dress and let out a shriek when she saw the tell tale bulge inside his frillies. ‘Look at this,’ she screamed to her friends.
The group gathered round the pram, whilst she held up the hem with the words Tiny Tears there for all to see, on the front of his frillies. ‘Now now, baby, let nursey see what baby’s got to hide down there’ she scolded, as Anthony instinctively pushed down his hands on the hem to cover himself up.
Two of the others grabbed his hands and pulled them out of the way, while the first one pulled the waist elastic of his frillies. ‘I knew it, babykins is wearing a nappy.’ She had a further shock when her hand delved deeper. ‘It’s a boy!’ She gasped.
This comment produced and even greater source of amusement.
‘You big sissy, fancy letting your mother or whoever, put you in nappies and baby girl clothes,’ came another remark.
This was too much for Anthony to take, and he shouted out from behind his dummy ‘I’m not a baby.’ His crimson tear stained face looked around the group for some support, but they completely ignored him.
‘I hope the sissy’s not wet his nappy, Susan. Those gorgeous frillies will be ruined.’
‘There’s no need to worry, Anne, they’re lined with plastic, just like a real baby’s panties.’
‘Has ickle babykins done wet wet’s in her nap nap?’ Addressing the question to Anthony, who was now in a fearful state.
He whimpered, and then called out. ‘Mummy, mummy.’
‘Ahhh.coo, coo, coo, ah da ickle baby, want his mummy wummy?’ Susan stared into his eyes, putting her finger to her lip, and pouting. She rolled her eyes in a mocking look of concern.
‘Has Little Tiny Tears been behaving himself,’ the sisters had now returned, clutching a number for the pram.
‘Well you didn’t tell us we’d be looking after such a sissy baby, and firmly pinned into his nappies as well. Does he actually use them?’ Anne enquired.
‘Oh yes, he loves having his nappy changed, after he’s wet or soiled himself. You should see the little darling squirming on the changing table, as auntie powders his little bot bot’. Replied Gertrude pinching his cheek.
‘Oh I’d love to see that,’ Susan interrupted. ‘I suppose there’s no chance of…’
She was interrupted by an announcement over the loudspeaker. ‘The pram race will begin in two minutes, two minutes.’
‘Come and see us after the race, it’ll give baby something to look forward to.’