yes thick nappies and plastic baby pants on full view when baby is crawling at the doctors surgery waiting room waiting to see doctor peabody

Chapter Nine
As Philips mother secured him in the back seat of the car, his tummy felt decidedly queasy while she stowed his new pushchair along with a plentiful supply of the bottle feeds in the boot of the car.
Slamming the driver’s door as she turned the ignition Philip sensed she was in a bad mood.
“Well you really took your misbehaviour to a new level in there didn’t you?”
Philip suc-ked nervously on his dummy and tried to ignore his upset tummy as his mother continued.
“Dr Peabody is trying to help you and all you do is be obstructive and embarrass me. Well from now on we are going to follow her instructions to the letter. There will be no more letting you have your own way. When we get home you will go straight to beddy-byes. What’s more I will continue your treatment as baby Philippa until you learn to do as you are told!”
Philip waved his mittened hands about in frustration and although he knew full well the plastic tubular device that filled his mouth prevented the formation of intelligible words he spluttered an indignant,
“Mpppppppfffffffff!”
As his mother parked the car he was annoyed to see Mrs Swenson’s car still outside the house and gave an involuntarily muffled moan that his mother heard. Glancing in the rear mirror she grinned mischievously at him before speaking.
“Didn’t I mention that Hyacinth would be staying with us? She is going to help me look after you.”
Philip began to violently shake his head as his mother continued.
“You remember how keen she was to get some experience of looking after a baby?  Well what better than to be nanny to a ten month old baby girl called Philippa? Ha-ha. I arranged everything in Dr Peabody’s office!”
Philips head was spinning with this devastating news as his mother strapped him into the pushchair and wheeled him to the front door. At the hallway his mother made a point of fussily arranging his bonnet that had somehow become skewed.
“We must have you looking your prettiest for Hyacinth mustn’t we my angel?”
She clipped the cord to the o-ring of his pink dummy before releasing him from the pushchair and bringing him to the crawling position with a sharp tug of the cord.
Slowly they entered the living room. “Come along Philippa,” encouraged his Mother, tugging on his dummy. Drool dribbled down his chin as the sheer effort of crawling along like an infant required all his concentration.
“My-my, what have we here? It looks like a sweet little baby girl!” 
Recognising Hyacinths voice he groaned inwardly before casting his eyes upwards. She was dressed in a grey dress that sported a large white collar and was buttoned to the neck. The sleeves had cuffs that were also trimmed in white. She wore sheer black stockings and on her feet were traditional black brogues. Her brown hair had been severely scraped back from her plain, unmade up face, leaving her features appear as if they had been medically sculpted.
Hyacinth knelt down until her face was inches from his face. “Do you like my uniform Philippa? You can call me Nanny from now on,” she said as she took her turn tinkering with the frills on his sunbonnet.
Philip turned ashen and he felt a tears welling up in his eyes.
“Oh dear is the pwecious ickle babykins not happy to see me den?” She mocked as she reached under his arms and plonked the helpless Philip on her lap and began bouncing him up and down on her knee.
“Oopsa daisy babykins.”
Philip began to feel unwell as his tummy rumbled loudly and, to his shame and horror felt himself uncontrollably empty his bowel.
“Hyacinth,” His mother said. “I want you to take baby Philippa and………. What on earth?”
His mother wrinkled her nose as she addressed Hyacinth.
“Doctor Peabody warned me this would happen, oh well. Hyacinth, do your duty as this naughty baby’s Nanny and get her changed and dressed in clean pyjamas please. When she is ready you can put her straight to bed.”
“Oh yes, I will put baby Philippa to bed with pleasure!” Hyacinth said excitedly.
“How long shall I let baby nap for?”
“I think we will forgo afternoon nap time at present Hyacinth. For the moment half past three will be baby Philippa’s permanent bedtime!”
Upon hearing all of this Philip began to writhe and twist on Hyacinths lap, something not recommended with a full nappy!
Hyacinth giggled, seemingly oblivious of Philips condition.
“Now-now baby Philippa, three thirty is a perfectly reasonable bedtime for a naughty little girl like you, now be still or nanny will spank your botty for you then you will really be uncomfortable!”
As she spoke she grabbed the cord attached to his dummy and drew him closer to her until his face nestled against her expansive bosom. Philip watched despairingly as his mother stood and left him in the care of Hyacinth, his seventeen year old school friend!”
Hyacinth led Philip upstairs. At first he assumed they were heading to his bedroom but they passed the door and stopped outside the room used as depository for unused furniture and knick-knacks.
Hyacinth pushed open the door and led him inside.
“Welcome to your nursery baby Philippa!”
Thanks to his peek a boo style baby bonnet, Philip’s view of the room was restricted to his immediate line of sight. Straight in front of him stood a changing table identical to the one in Dr Peabody’s consulting room. From his position on the floor table appeared huge. Hyacinth lifted him up and fastened his wrists to the restraint cuffs.
Before she continued she went to a cupboard and removed a white rubber, bib fronted apron. She placed her head into the opening. The smell of the rubber apron overpowered everything else and she stared at Philip as she reached behind her to tie the apron strings. He looked back at her nervously, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to escape the restraint cuffs.
“Don’t bother baby Philippa. Nanny won’t be letting you go that easily!”
She fumbled in the apron pocket and withdrew a white surgical mask and placed it over her mouth, a pair of surgical latex gloves were stretched over her hands with a loud snap before she turned her attention once more toward Philip.
Working methodically, she began to divest him of his mittens, pyjamas, bib, baby pants and bootee’s leaving his bonnet in place so that his vision was restricted without turning his head.
He could not even begin to remember how each of those articles had been introduced into his life but he was grateful at least when she removed the disgusting nappies and began the task of cleaning him.
“Better get used to this baby Philippa,” she gloated from behind her mask. “The formula you are being fed will cause more wet and stinky nappies. Ha- ha.
How does it feel to have your nappies changed like a ten month old baby when you are really seventeen!”
Hyacinth continued to powder his bottom as she spoke, lifting his little pen-is to powder beneath it. Her fingers felt the surge of blood activate the tiny organ as had occurred in the doctor’s surgery.
“Oh dear Philippa, little girls aren’t suppose to do that sort of thing,” she laughed as she lifted his legs high into the air and placed three snowy white towelling nappies underneath him, slapping his semi–rigid pen-is with her latex covered hand in the process as she lowered his legs.
Philip flinched at the blow as Hyacinth expertly pinned him into clean nappies and guided his legs into yet another pair of pink plastic baby pants. She discarded the latex gloves, removed her surgical mask and wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. Looking thoughtfully at Philip she pondered her next important decision.
“Now, which pair of pink pyjamas shall Philippa wear for bye-byes?” Hyacinth’s fingers ruffled through a pile of pink nightwear.
“Well! These certainly look familiar,” she said in mock surprise as she selected the pink pyjamas with the cloud motif that her mother had donated.
“Once nanny has you buttoned up into your jim-jams Philippa you will be calm and content and ready for beddy-byes! Won’t you my ickle pwecious babykins!”
As she spoke this ridiculous baby talk to him she tickled under his arms as one would an infant. Philip was frustrated and helpless as he involuntarily squirmed and wriggled in response to the tickling.
Hyacinth laughed as she eased the pink pyjama bottoms over his feet and positioned them over his tightly pinned nappies and plastic pants. Once she had him dressed in his pyjama bottoms Hyacinth began to refit the special pink baby bootees provided by Dr Peabody. In a gesture of defiance, Philip kicked out in a futile attempt to prevent them being fastened.
“Naughty baby,” she scolded, “Philippa need to be taught a lesson!”
Hyacinth lifted his legs high into the air as if she was going to nappy him again but instead she used the palm of her hand to spank his legs.
“Bad little girls get their little bottoms spanked,” she said breathlessly as Philip quickly regretted his act of defiance”.
“Mmmmpff!” Philip tried in vain to get her to stop but on she spanked until she could spank no more.
“Let that be a lesson to you Philippa,” Hyacinth said menacingly. “I will take no nonsense from you. I am your Nanny and you will do as I say, do you understand?”
She gave him one final swat with her hand; Philip nodded vigorously and looked suitably chastened as Hyacinth finished tying on his pink bootees.
Hyacinth was much calmer as she picked up the pink pyjama jacket.
Mmmm, lovely soft jim-jams for baby Philippa,” she said releasing his left hand from the restraining cuff in order to work his arm up into the pyjamas until his hand appeared from the sleeve, then picking up one of his mittens she deftly retied it rendering his hand redundant once again.
She repeated the process with his right hand and Hyacinth was soon buttoning Philip up in his infantile pink pyjama jacket.
“There we are, all snugly- wugly ready for beddy-byes,” she said in a soft syrupy tone as she tied a clean “Babykins Philippa” bib around his neck.
Hyacinth tugged at the end of the cord attached to his dummy.
“Come with Nanny babykins, time for beddy-byes.”
Philip was forced to sit on the edge of the changing table. His bonnet having previously restricted his vision he was mortified to see directly in front of him, glossily painted pink, his old cot!
With his dummy an immovable object Hyacinths tug propelled Philip off the changing table onto the floor. Thanks to the bootees he was immediately forced onto all fours. Hyacinth led him toward the cot. Lowering the rail she shortened the cord to elevate Philip toward the cot.
“In you go. That’s it. Beddy-byes time is three-thirty for baby Philippa!” She gloated in a singsong voice as Philip awkwardly clambered into the cot. Hyacinth lifted and locked the rail as Philip lay on his back breathing heavily from his crawling exertion.
“Is my babykins all tired out den?” She mocked, tucking a pink flannelette blanket around Philip and foreshortening the cord before clipping it a rail at the head of the cot. Effectively restricting Philip to lying only on his back in the cot.

Chapter Eight
As mother strapped him into the rear seat of the car Philip realised he was ridiculously tired and as soon as the journey started began to nod off.
His mother, looking in the rear mirror said soothingly. “Oh dear is my pwecious babykins tired den? Philip go sleepy byes like a good little boy and mummy will….”
Philip woke as his mother unfastened him from his seat. Leaving the car, Philip was acutely aware that the brushed nylon of the pyjama bottoms was translucent enough to ensure anyone who saw him would be aware that he was wearing thick nappies and plastic baby pants underneath his pyjama bottoms, not to mention the bib, his dummy, pink baby bootees, the pink teddy bear tucked precariously under his arm and the pink frilly pyjama top.
Little wonder he was not amused to enter the Doctors waiting room.
The receptionist was delighted to see Philip again judging by the way she laughed and clapped her hands when she saw him being led into the reception.
“Why hello, aren’t we very pink today? I love your pyjamas Philip, Oh and what a sweet teddy bear too. Does he have a name?”
“Answer the nice lady Philip dear,” Urged his mother.
“Inky bera” He said, as close as he could get to Pinky Bear with the device strapped firmly in his mouth.
She laughed out loud, shaking her head as she pressed the intercom button to let Dr Peabody know they had arrived. Philip assumed his mother would admonish the impudent receptionist; instead she joined in the laughter!
 Dr Peabody greeted them.
“Rita! How lovely to see you, and Philip too, oh and he has his teddy bear too, how sweet. I see your mother is following my advice; I bet you feel all snugly and calm in your pink jim-jams don’t you?  And plenty of thick nap-naps too I see, splendid. Did you enjoy the special chair I sent you? Ha-ha I bet you did.”
Her eyes sparkled and she playfully waggled the ring of his dummy then lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the examining table, his bootee attired feet dangling over the edge while she turned and addressed Mrs Lockhart.
“How has his behaviour been then? Do tell me and be truthful Rita dear, this is a vital stage of his treatment.”
Philip was certain mother would give him a glowing report and in a few hours he would be able to sit down face to face and discuss the matter with her.
Instead he listened with growing disbelief as she told how he had refused to do this and complained about that and how he generally had disappointed her with his misbehaviour so much so that she had been left with no alternative but to spank him when he refused to go to bed!
Philip was outraged with his mother. “Mmmmpff.….”
He waved his arms about in the air as he tried to voice his complaints.
Dr Peabody sat thoughtfully staring at the ever more frustrated Philip while his mother looked on concerned at his antics until finally the Doctor spoke.
“Rita, I think we will have to intensify the treatment in the short term to achieve the result we both want. Do you agree?”
“Of course Doctor I will do anything to help my poor little Philip.”
Dr Peabody pushed Philip backwards and swung his legs around so he was lying prone on the examination table.
“Hush now little Philip, calm down. Rita help me here a moment will you?”
Philip was astonished as his mother held his arms while the Doctor slipped Philips wrists into the cuff restraints that adorned the table and held his legs as his ankles were similarly restrained.
“First, something to relax him.”
Philip watched fearfully as mother delicately raised his pyjama sleeve to expose the flesh. He flinched as he felt the coldness of the antiseptic wipe and winced as the needle pierced his skin and stared as a globule of blood appeared before being covered with a plaster. Mother repositioned his pyjama sleeve and patted his chest.
“There, there Philip dear we must do what is best for you.”
Dr Peabody removed the rubber strap from one side of his device and inserted her manicured finger into the ring of the dummy and out it came with a distinctive plop!
Philip’s freedom from his device was short-lived, for immediately Dr Peabody was opening a box.
“This is the latest model I have devised Rita dear, it should be ideal for our little problem child here.”
Philip felt as if he was floating and her words seemed to be coming from far away yet he still tried to twist his head and avoid the new device from entering his mouth.
“Now, now, be a good boy.”  She said grabbing his chin in a firm grip.
Philip felt the shaft penetrate his mouth; this one was wider, forcing his mouth into an exaggerated “o” shape. The rubber hook attachment that kept the device firmly locked in place was stretched behind his head and once again the bulbous shaft was forced further into his mouth as the plastic mouth guard wedged itself against his lips and chin. The heart shaped mouth guard allowing it to nestle neatly under his nose.
“There now,” she said, to Mrs Lockhart, “no doubt it appears remarkably similar to the previous device. But observe.”
Two small flanges, positioned on the shaft just prior to the point where it entered his mouth, were simultaneously pressed and the main tube of the device slid out of his mouth leaving the plastic “o” shape still locked into position.
Philip suc-ked in a welcome blast of air.
“Hello Philip,” Doctor Peabody said, chucking him with her long manicured fingernails under the chin, “Can you tell me your name?”
He tried to speak but the plastic insert prevented his lips from forming any shapes and very quickly he gave up. By now he felt so weak and helpless that despite his predicament his eyelids began to droop and a good long nap seemed terribly welcoming.
“Nap time can wait Philip, I want to demonstrate this latest model to your mother. Which would you prefer first sweetheart, din-dins or dwinkies?”
Dr Peabody held up two bottles that were very similar to baby bottles except instead of a rubber teat there was a two-inch plastic tube. Dr Peabody inserted the tubular end of the bottle into the o-ring and twisted the bottle 180 degrees, locking it into place. Philips became conscious of a thick pureed substance entering his mouth via the baby bottle.
“You see Rita, the bottles have been designed to lock into the o-ring in his mouth. You can now feed and give baby his liquids without ever having to release him totally from the device. The valve ensures baby can only receive so much sustenance with each squeeze of the bottle. You can of course speed up the feeding process by squeezing the bottle as many times as you like.”
“Leticia, how often must I feed him?” Asked Mrs Lockhart.
“Three bottle feeds, and five feeds of milk a day will ensure he receives sufficient nutrients and I have included his special medication in the baby formula so all you have to do is microwave each bottle for two minutes. Mind you he must finish each one and his bowel movements will be different owing to the lack of solids, more like a baby’s in fact.”
She twisted the bottle to unlock it as the contents emptied. She looked at him as she spoke.
“I am afraid nappies will be doubly important from now on.”

Philip was horrified as the implication of what she was saying registered with him. His mother stroked his hair as she slotted in the bottle containing the milk.

“Thank you so much for all your help doctor, I will make sure he receives your treatment exactly as you proscribe it should be.”

Phillip wanted to scream! All he had had was a nervousness that caused him to bite his lip occasionally and here he was dressed as a baby!
Doctor Peabody gave his nappied crotch a playful pat.

“Oh dear, it appears that relaxant I gave him has caused his bladder to relax as well.”

She laughed.” You carry on feeding him Rita; I will change the little darling. ”Phillip's mother gave him an angry stare and gave the bottle two extra squeezes; he almost gagged at the rush of liquid. It wasn’t his fault he had wet his nappies!
Dr Peabody unfastened the ankle cuffs restraining his legs and untied the pretty ribbons that kept his pink slippers firmly tied to his feet.
“How sweet,” she murmured as she removed the slippers and then inserted her long fingernails inside the elasticised waist of his pink pyjama bottoms and slid them slowly down his legs.
“I do love your pretty pyjamas Philip,” she said neatly folding the pyjama bottoms before removing the plastic pants.
Philip suc-ked harder on his bottle as the doctor unpinned his nappy and began to clean and powder him.
“Let’s get this little pee-pee out of the way for a moment,” she humiliatingly exclaimed as she worked to clean him. Philip was all too aware of her long fingernails probing as her hands caressed his testicles as she rubbed baby powder all around.
“You naught boy!” Admonished his mother as she noticed how he reacted to the doctor’s touch.

Now-now Rita, the boy can’t help it,” she said sympathetically.

“Best we get this little problem firmly under wraps, don’t you agree babykins?”

She tickled his chin with her long fingernail then proceeded to pin him into three soft and fluffy white terry-towelling nappies. Philip almost achieved orgasm as the soft material caressed his pen-is and his body convulsed before disappointingly for him her tender touch disappeared and the moment was gone.
It was all an anticlimax for Philip as Dr Peabody re-positioned his plastic baby pants and dressed him in his pink pyjama bottoms.
“There we are, all clean and dry again.”
Dr Peabody said as she approached to reinsert the device. Philip once again felt the smooth plastic shaft enter his mouth and felt the bulbous tip settle uncomfortably close to the back of his throat. She removed the cuffs around his wrists and sat him on her lap.
“Such a sweet boy, she said as she slid him down her long nylon clad leg until her high heeled foot nestled on his pyjama and nappy covered bottom. Slowly she began to move her leg rhythmically up and down as she supported him by his mittens.
“Oopsa daisy! Does babykins like his horsey ride den?”
In actual fact the motion was making him feel sick after consuming two full baby bottles but at the same time he was experiencing excitement as the toe of the Doctors high heel began to penetrate his bottom as he was bounced up and down. Faster and faster the “horsey” went, Philip groaned and dribbled spittle onto his bib.
“There now, wasn’t that a lovely horsey ride for babykins?” Dr Peabody said looking slightly flustered as his mother pointed to the clock. Philip remembered his dream as his mother proclaimed.
”It’s 3pm doctor, we really must finish this consultation.”
“Quite right,” said Dr Peabody as she sat a highly agitated Philip on the edge of the examination table. “I still have to explain the next stage of the treatment.” She walked to the cupboard and came back with a new pile of bibs and a box.
“Give me your footsie babykins,” she said as she opened the box.
Obediently he did as he was told and the doctor slipped a pink vinyl object onto his foot. It was a footed version of the mittens that already encased his hands, basically a slipper sock with a vinyl ball attached to the sole.
“The vinyl is stuffed with beads of polystyrene,” Dr Peabody explained as she tightened up the ribbons and criss-crossed them around his ankle before tying bow to secure it. She repeated the same actions until Philip sat on the edge of the examination table wearing the two pink slipper socks.
“Now you shall see how they are designed to work Rita”
Dr Peabody took his mittened hands. “Down you come babykins,” and jumped him down from the examination table. As his feet came into contact with the floor the polystyrene balls shifted and moved making it impossible for Philip to balance.
He immediately fell to his knees, attempting to avoid collapsing completely by balancing precariously by rigidly locking his wrist muscles. Both women began to laugh as his wrists gave way under the strain and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. Dr Peabody bent down toward Philip. He assumed she was going to help him up; instead she merely clipped a nylon cord to the o-ring of his dummy.
“Try again babykins,” she said, this time tugging at the cord she had connected to the dummy. Jerked onto all fours, he precariously managed to crawl a little way before the strength in his wrists gave way and he found himself once again collapsing.
“You see Rita, I feel Philip needs to be regressed all the way back to being a little baby before we can move forward and cure his lip biting once and for all. If you keep him dressed in the bootee’s it will ensure baby will have to crawl everywhere. Baby must learn not be embarrassed of his pretty pink pyjamas, bib and nappies and so forth so it would be easier if we treated him, or her should I say her, as a little girl for the time being.
As if to prove a point she took a bib from the pile and dangled it by the ribbons in front of Philip. On the white towelling site was printed, Babykins Philippa! Dr Peabody placed it around his neck, laughing as she tied the ribbons 
Philip attempted to voice his objection to this outrageous treatment; he would get her struck off! He would see her in court! He would…  drool pathetically onto his clean bib.
“Thank you so much for all you trouble.”  He was amazed to hear his mother say.
Dr Peabody waved her hand dismissively.
“Tsk, it’s nothing. I am here to help. It will take a bit of time but she will soon get the hang of crawling about the floor like a ten-month-old baby girl. Here you try Rita.”
Philip was dumfounded as his mother readily took the cord and led him around the room, giving a short tug if he hesitated.
“Clever Philippa, who is mummy’s special little girl then?”  Encouraged his mother, as if he had a choice other than to respond to being pulled around the room.
Dr Peabody knelt down to face the exhausted boy and unclipped the cord from the o-ring.
“Now Philippa, Mummy and I are going to have a private talk for a little while so you have to be a brave little girl and wait for mummy outside. Why don’t you chat to Pinky Bear to keep you company.”
Dr Peabody lifted Philip up and perched him on one of the chairs in the waiting room with Pinky Bear ensconced on his lap.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
The receptionist knelt in front of Philip.
“Babykins Philippa, what a lovely name. Do you like being dressed in nappies, frilly pink jim-jams and an adorable embroidered bib?”  She wiggled his dummy in a manner that made his head move up and down. This made her laugh out loud.
“You know what Babykins Philippa?” She confessed conspiratorially. “I did something very naughty. I forgot to switch off the intercom when you went in for your consultation so I accidentally heard everything. Wasn’t that naughty of me?”
As she spoke she picked up Pinky bear from his lap and waggled the soft toy in front of his face.
“Kissy-kissy,” she mocked before walking away and placing the toy on the floor about ten feet away from Philip.
She laughed, returning to her desk just as his mother and Dr Peabody reappeared.
“What’s going on here?” asked the Doctor.
“Oh, Dr Peabody,” began the receptionist, “no sooner had you left your patient alone when the toy bear was hurled down in what appeared to me to be a fit of temper. I was going to return the bear to your patient but the phone has been busy,” she lied.
His mother looked at him with genuine anger.
“Philippa! Why do you misbehave as soon as you are out of my sight? You were told to look after Pinky Bear and you have wilfully disobeyed the doctor’s instructions, shame on you. Well let me tell you that you will be severely punished for this, you will go straight to beddy-byes when you get home little lady and I am gong to spank you this instant!”
To Philips horror, his mother put him over her lap, pulled down his pyjama bottoms and as before began to smack the fleshy, uppermost part of his legs. Her smacks reverberated around the reception area as she spanked him in front of Dr Peabody and the receptionist who smirked as she sat smugly at her desk.
“ Naughty little baby!” Shouted his mother, as she appeared to become more agitated with each spank. Finally Dr Peabody put a hand on her shoulder.
“I think she has had a sharp enough lesson for the time being Rita, best to get Philippa home and tucked into bye-byes for the night. Here we are Rita, strap her in and you can get off home.”
A stifled guffaw from behind the desk was audible as Philip found himself being strapped into what was effectively a baby’s pushchair. It had three wheels, one at the front and two at the rear and was a hideous shade of pink. Too embarrassed and disorientated by his spanking and the effects of the relaxant to resist, Philip watched as Dr Peabody knelt in front of him.
“It has turned out to be a lovely sunny day, Philippa,” she said, “so I think you will need this.”
Dr Peabody placed a baby’s sunbonnet around his head. Philip sat dumfounded as she tied the ribbons of the pink gingham monstrosity under his chin. “A lovely double bow will suit I think. There now, pretty as a picture!”
Philip was so outraged by this further act of humiliation that his eyes filled with tears of rage!”
“Mmmmpff!” He spluttered.
The two women laughed and Dr Peabody fanned out the frilled lace that formed the bonnet’s peek-a-boo style.
“There- there. Dry those tears Philippa, mummy will soon have you home and she will be able to get you tucked up in beddybyes, ha-ha!”
Philip was stunned. Were these words supposed to comfort him? Being told that he, a seventeen year old, was going to be put to bed in the middle of the afternoon!
He concluded they were mad and he became even more infuriated as she wiggled his dummy and patted his tearstained cheek as she spoke.
“Bye- bye baby Philippa, see you soon sweetums”

Chapter Seven
Philip woke up. His mother stared down at him as if she had been waiting for him to wake.
”No smile for Mother? Tsk!” His mother made an exaggerated frown and clicked her tongue as she stripped back the bedclothes.
“Come along up you get, Downstairs for your breakfast.”

Philip made his way downstairs into the kitchen and stared dumfounded. “Mmmmpff!”
He was so shocked he failed to react as his Mother lifted him up and hoisted him into the wooden high chair. Before he could even think straight the feeding tray was swung in front of him and clicked into place. His pyjama clad legs dangled helplessly in mid air. Philip was effectively imprisoned in a pink baby’s high chair.
Mother bustled back into the room.  In one hand she held an oversized baby bottle full of red fruit juice and the pink teddy bear in the other.
”Baby must have his medicine and he needs Pinky Bear to keep him company!”
She tucked Pinky Bear into the crook of his pyjamaed arm then tilted the high chair backward rather like a dentist’s chair. His Mother unhooked the strap from behind his pacifier and he felt the pressure suddenly release. Her polished fingernail crooked into the ring and pulled out the dummy with an audible pop. Philip’s mouth, empty for the first time in hours, felt a blast of cold air. Before he could savour the freedom Mother had stuffed the rubber teat of the bottle deep into his surprised lips and the juice began to flow down his throat. She tilted it more steeply and the juice was pouring out even faster. Philip, in his vulnerable, prone position was helpless to prevent swallowing the sweet liquid and inevitably his bib and pyjamas became stained with an estuary of deep magenta.
Mother was obviously determined that he drained the bottle. As Philip suc-ked, the nipple made a vulgar spluttering sound as the last few drops of the juice drained. Mother removed the bottle and readjusted the high chair so that Philip was in an upright sitting position.
”Such a good little baby, Mother will only have good things to report to Dr Peabody won’t she?”
She said this with a hint of threat in her voice as she placed a bowl of porridge on the feeding tray in front of Philip. Heeding her warning he opened his mouth without protest as she scooped up the first spoonful and began to feed him. Normally Philip would have rejected porridge out of hand but it seemed so long since his last meal that he eagerly awaited each spoonful. So much so that it wasn’t long until the overspill mingled with the juice stains to form a messy gloop on his bib and pyjamas.
When the bowl was empty Philip smacked his lips hoping for more but his mother was already prepared with his dummy.
“Open wide for Mother.” Philip tried to protest but just as his lips began to part the bulbous tip of the dummy slid past his lips to the back of his throat, as his lips instinctively formed their “O” around the shaft.
Mother hooked on the elastic strap and the guard was once again tight against his lips.
His mother began making small circular motions with her hand on his pyjama clad back.

“Come along, let’s have windy-woos for mummy.”

Philip was acutely ashamed, as it wasn’t long before he gave a loud satisfying burp of wind.
Appearing pleased his Mother gave him a big sloppy wet kiss on his cheek.

“Hello is anyone here… oh my goodness!”

As Mrs Swenson poked her head into the kitchen, Philip wished he was anywhere but strapped in his high chair. His face reddened again, deep with embarrassment as the familiar shape of Hyacinth followed her mother.
The two females stared at the pink pyjama clad Philip sitting in the high chair being burped and apparently making such a mess that his bib and pyjamas were smeared with the remnants of his meal.   
“ I see you have already put the high chair to good use then,” said Mrs Swenson, recovering her composure.
“Yes thank you so much for collecting it from Dr Peabody’s for me, it would have been a tight fit in my car and besides I didn’t want to spoil the surprise for baby Philip.”
Mrs Swenson continued to stare at the figure in the high chair. His mother’s use of the phrase,” baby Philip” had not escaped her attention.
Meanwhile Hyacinth sidled up to Philip who eyed his school colleague with suspicion.

“Oh look at the ickle babykins,” she cooed in a mocking tone. “Has baby Philip eaten up all his bweckfast? Is his tummy-tum all full den?”

As she spoke she pushed against his stomach with her hand. Already squeezed by the high chair food tray and full after a long sleep and drinking a bottle of Dr Peabody’s medicine his bladder once again gave way to the inevitable and proceeded to flood his nappy!
Hyacinth was to busy teasing Philip. “What a messy eater you are, looks like baby need a clean bib and a change of jim-jams. See what I have bought for…Oh look! He is doing it again!”
Mrs Swenson and mother turned toward Philip as he now sat squelching in a flood of his own pee.
“Not again,” his mother said angrily as she helped him down from the high chair. Do you like making wee-wee in front of Hyacinth? Is that it, are you doing this on purpose to embarrass me?”
Philip, close to tears shook his head and tried to explain.

“Ith wath the dwink and the powwidge and evthing!”

He was aware how babyish the sentence sounded and a long trickle of spittle dribbled down from behind his dummy onto his chin to join the mixture now encrusted on his pyjamas and bib.
Mother wasn’t listening; he could see her eyes were ablaze with anger as she proceeded to untie the pink mittens enabling her to strip him of his sodden, baby pink pyjamas.
She worked methodically but silently as the translucent pink plastic nappy cover was swiftly removed. She took off the oversized plastic bunny safety pins that held his terry towelling cloth nappy, moving the pee stained items perilously close to his tearstained face before depositing them in a hastily prepared nappy bucket.
Baby wipes and cream soothed and cleaned until he was ready to be nappied again.
“It looks like Mummy will have to use plenty of nappies to keep her baby from leaking all over Dr Peabody’s surgery!”
She said, pinning Philip into not one, not two, but three terry towelling nappies. Philip gave out a moan.
“Mmmmpff…”
He had forgotten that they had to make yet another trip to see Dr Peabody and now he would be seen wearing nappies!
His mother held up another pair of translucent baby pants only this pair had cartoon characters printed on them. He groaned once more as she eased them up over his legs and settled them over his nappies. 
“ No good complaining about wearing nappy’s and baby pants when you act and behave exactly like a toddler is there?” Mother scolded.
“Now let’s get you dressed ready for Dr Peabody. I will find you some clean pyjamas Philip, they are the only things that will fit over those nappies.”
Philip was aghast at the thought of having to wear pyjamas to Dr Peabody’s surgery but in a few moments his predicament was to become even more disadvantageous!
From behind came a polite cough. Hyacinth urged her mother forward. “Go on Mother, give them to Mrs Lockhart.”
Mrs Swenson looked at the prostrate Philip as she spoke to his mother.
“I was explaining about Dr Peabody’s treatments and err… why Philip needed the pink pyjamas of Hyacinth’s that I donated to help calm him down and prevent his nervous habit becoming a life long affliction. That’s correct isn’t it?”
His mother nodded. ”Yes of course, Philip may have ended up with a lifelong affliction. Thank goodness Dr Peabody has been so helpful and understanding. Isn’t that right little Philip”?
As she spoke she curled her finger into the pink ring of his dummy and waggled it playfully from side to side causing the helpless Philips face to turn with the movement.
“Well then. In that case,” she continued, “Hyacinth remembered this pair of pyjamas that I bought her a couple of years ago, err… she wouldn’t wear them because they were too, err… how can I put it, well girly I suppose.”
“That’s right, “Hyacinth interrupted her mother.
“Far too frilly and pink for me but just right for Philip.”
She said this with apparent innocence giving Philip a long hard stare as he lay suc-king furtively on his dummy wearing triple nappies encased in pink plastic baby pants.
Mrs Swenson handed the pyjamas to his mother.

Mrs Lockhart smiled with pleasure as she handled the pyjamas.

“How wonderful, I bet Philip will look delightful in these, they will be just perfect.”  She carefully examined the pyjamas by holding them up in front of Philip.
Philip’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. The pyjamas were coloured shocking pink and made from brushed nylon material.
“Oh and we thought these slippers would be useful too,” she said handing over a pair of pink, knitted slippers. The tops were threaded with what seemed like a yard of pink ribbon.
” How lovely!” Exclaimed mother. “Now then Philip, what do you say to the nice ladies for donating your new pyjamas and slippers?”
Philip squirmed with displeasure; he knew a pair of baby bootees when he saw them not to mention the babyishly styled pyjamas. Mother was giving him her “behave or else” look so he had little option rather than to concur.
“Fwank oo ff mi pwjimath an thlippers laydeeth.” He lisped through his dummy, blushing wildly as mother started to dress him in the pyjamas as the Swenson’s looked on.
The pyjama top had a Peter Pan collar edged with frilled lace, as did the bodice. The cuffs were also lacy and as his arms were thrust into the sleeves Philip was aware of light elastic caressing his wrist. Slowly his mother buttoned him into the hideously babyish, girlish pyjama top. Her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she fastened the top button and smoothed down the Peter Pan collar.
Philip’s left arm involuntarily moved toward the button to undo it. “Ah-ah, Philip, you naughty, naughty boy. When are you going to learn to behave”?
Mother slapped away his hand and immediately began to tie on his mittens.
“There. That will stop any of your nonsense.” She said as she once again rendered Philip’s hands useless. A clean bib was tied around the frilly collar of his pyjama top and mother delighted in patting it down, nestling the bib against the frilly bodice of his pyjamas.
“ Nearly done baby Philip,” she said lifting his legs in the air and easing the pink pyjama bottoms over his feet.  Philip blanched at the term “baby Philip”. But was more concerned about the bootees that she placed on his feet, securing each bootee on with a huge pink ribboned bow at each ankle
As mother stood him up, she pulled up the pyjama bottoms and adjusted the elasticised waistband before once again tucking the stupid teddy bear under his arm.
“Now I want to see you cuddling Pinky Bear all the time. Hyacinth has been very kind giving you her Teddy not to mention your lovely jim-jams so I want you to respect her gifts. Go on give Pinky Bear a kiss or do I have to tell Dr Peabody about your disobedience?” Mother threatened.
Mrs Swenson and especially Hyacinth beamed with pleasure as Philip very reluctantly nudged his dummy against the bear.
“Wave bye- bye to the nice ladies Philip.” Ordered mother as she led Philip by a mittened hand toward the car. Waddling uncomfortably thanks to the bulky nappies and struggling to hold on to that damn bear tucked under his arm, he eventually, after a prod from mother, half –heartedly waved to Hyacinth and Mrs Swenson who were waving at him in that demented way adults do to very young children.

Wow! So intense!!
Hard to believe this all just started with him biting his lip.
I wonder if 'horsey rides' are going to start happening in real life as well as his dreams.
I really hope Hyancith gets more involved, maybe by teaching him what those trained lips and tongue are for!