Sorting out Simon by Dara Janey

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Sorting out Simon - Week 8Sorting out Simon - Week 8

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/18/2005 15:30:20 [-04]



      When his mother returned the following week she was led in to his nursery.

      Simon had been napping and got up on his knees in the cot and grasped the

      bars. He watched anxiously as the women discussed him. “At last”, Ms.

      Ingram seemed pleased. “He seems to have stabilised. It is just as well

      really because otherwise he was facing a week of enemas and butt plugs.”

      Simon frowned wondering what they were. He was fairly sure that they were

      unpleasant whatever they were.



      He wondered if his good behaviour was going to result in a reprieve. “So

      what I would recommend is”, Ms. Ingram continued, “assuming that

      everything goes well .. we should keep him at this stage for a month.”

      Simon was shocked. A month in nappies? But his mother didn’t demur.

      “Whatever you think”, was all that she said.



      He shook the bars of his cot in protest - an action that he immediately

      regretted. “Oh dear”, Ms. Ingram said. “You’d better come with us.” She

      led his mother from the room.



      They went for their usual cup of tea. When they returned to the nursery

      about an hour later Simon was lying on his back in the cot. When he saw

      his mother he tried to sit up but winced when he moved. He lay back down

      gently trying not to disturb his butt plug again.



      His mother came over and looked down at him in the cot. He suc-ked

      determinedly on his dummy and gave her the most pitiful look but was ever

      so careful not to complain.



      When his mother went for tea that time, the big woman had come in and let

      him out of the cot. She removed his plastic pants and nappy and put him

      over her knee. He was expecting a spanking but felt something at his

      rectum. He was still trying to figure out what it was when it was pushed

      into his bottom. He gasped in shock. When he recovered he wriggled in an

      attempt to get free from the woman. But within seconds warm soapy water

      gushed into his bowels. His sphincter contracted instinctively against the

      tube the instant the liquid entered him but to no avail.



      Eventually the woman removed the tube from his rectum and freed him. He

      ran into the adjacent toilet. When he returned she grabbed him again and

      put him over her knee. Once again he felt something being shoved into his

      bottom. Whatever it was it got wider as she pushed it in. He was paralysed

      with shock and moaned as she pushed it further in. Then his sphincter

      closed over a narrower part of the implement and it was held in place.



      He presumed that this must be what they called a butt plug. He tried to

      get his breath back after this shock. The plug was held very firmly in

      place. The woman pulled him up to his feet. He felt the huge discomfort of

      the butt plug with every movement. She brought him to the changing table

      and wrapped his nappy around him again and pinned him in. She was clearly

      intending to leave this in him. As she pulled up his plastic pants she

      told him “each day this week you will have an enema in the morning and the

      butt plug inserted the rest of the time.” He looked up at her in shock,

      suc-king on his dummy desperately for some comfort from the distress of the

      butt plug and the realisation that this was going to be stuck in his

      bottom all week.

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Sorting out Simon - Week 9Sorting out Simon - Week 9

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/19/2005 18:09:33 [-04]



      The next week his mother was told that Simon had something to tell her. He

      waddled in to the room free at last from the butt plug but still smarting

      from it.



      “You may take out your dummy to speak”, said Ms. Ingram. Simon did as he

      was told. He hesitated but eventually recited as instructed. “Mummy,

      please will you keep me as a baby girl. It’s the best thing for me.” He

      reinserted his dummy. His mother was not as shocked as he expected. “And

      do you want to stay in nappies?” she asked him. He nodded glumly.



      He would do and say anything to avoid another week of enemas and butt

      plugs. Once he got home with his mother he was confident he could convince

      her that he was tortured into making this ridiculous request.



      “We can help you with all the necessary supplies”, Ms. Ingram told her.

      His mother agreed and it took a few days to make the necessary

      arrangements before Simon was brought home.



      As he waddled from the car to the front door of the house he prayed that

      no one would see him. He couldn’t see much himself beyond the funnel of

      his bonnet but the tickling at the tops of his legs from the lace on his

      panties and the way the lace on his ankle socks blew against his shin only

      reminded him that he was totally bare in between.



      Alone at last with his mother he was about to remove his dummy and explain

      everything to her when she pushed open his bedroom door. He was

      dumb-struck. His room had been completely converted into a nursery just

      like the one at Ms. Ingram’s. He now had a cot instead of his bed. His

      play-station had been replaced by a play pen full of blocks and dolls. His

      study table and chair had been replaced by a high-chair and changing table

      stacked high with cloth nappies.



      The wardrobe door hung open revealing that all of his shirts and trousers

      were gone and now several baby dresses in various pastel shades were

      crammed in with their huge petticoats fighting for space.



      His mother pulled open a drawer which was packed with bonnets, panties,

      socks and tights in all the matching colours as his dresses.



      He could see immediately that thousands had been spent on his new

      furniture and baby clothes. He knew that it would be futile to explain to

      his mother now that this was all unnecessary. He could see that his

      immediate future was in nappies and baby dresses and the only question was

      for how long. With all this money spent it was not going to be only a

      matter of weeks. That was obvious.



      His mother saw the tears streaming down his face and the dummy moving

      rapidly in and out. Then he looked down suddenly. “Have you wet yourself”,

      she enquired. He nodded glumly and she hugged him. He hugged her back ever

      so tightly.



      When he was changed he thought about trying to explain everything to his

      mother. Maybe there was a chance he could still be spared. But then he saw

      in the corner of the room the equipment for administering enemas and

      alongside it was a butt plug. He decided it was in his own interests to

      say nothing.



      Later he napped in his cot contemplating his dilemma. To say nothing was

      to accept that he was going to be kept in nappies and baby dresses for the

      foreseeable future. But it was obvious that any dissent would have very

      unpleasant consequences. He decided that his nappies were much more

      comfortable without a butt plug.

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Sorting out Simon - Not the EndSorting out Simon - Not the End
Username: DaraJaney, Sep/20/2005 17:10:01 [-04]

      Ms. Ingram gave his mother contact details of another mother who’s son
      ended up being kept as a baby girl. They paid a visit.

      Mrs. Coyle introduced them to Gary. “He’s been kept as a baby girl now for
      two years.” The two teenage boys exchanged sympathetic looks. “And he’s
      been in nappies all that time?” Simon’s Mum asked. “Well, he couldn’t do
      without them now”, Mrs. Coyle told them. “He lost control after a few
      months.” Gary looked down sadly at the doll in his hands. “So I couldn’t
      let him out of nappies now even if I wanted to – and I don’t anyway.”

      “Does he still resist being treated like a baby?” Simon’s mother asked.
      “He tried to at first but you only had to show him the butt plug and that
      would be the end of it. He’s a little angel now. Does absolutely
      everything his Mummy asks him. I just wouldn’t have it any other way.”
      Gary looked quite morose at this reminder that his situation was
      effectively permanent. He had given up all hope of ever getting out of
      nappies or his baby dresses.

      Mrs. Coyle went over to him and took the dummy from his mouth. It was
      obvious to Simon and his mother that Gary was not happy that she had taken
      it from him. He repeatedly looked anxiously at the dummy in her hand.

      Simon looked at Gary wondering if he would end up so completely babyish
      too. Gary looked back at him recognising the desperate hope in his eyes
      that his predicament would not be permanent. He wondered how long it would
      be before Simon was forced to accept that this was the way things were
      going to be.

      Then it occurred to his mother that Ms. Ingram had told them at the start
      that her procedures for bringing boys into line were 100% effective. But
      here was another boy for whom it had not worked.

      When she said this to Mrs. Coyle they decided to ring Ms. Ingram. “But I
      HAVE been 100% successful”, she insisted. “Every single boy sent to me is
      now an adorable baby girl and all of their mothers are delighted and
      intend keeping them that way.”

      Gary and Simon looked at each other nervously. Their mothers exchanged
      looks too, then both looked down at their boys in their adorable dresses
      and they smiled.

      <Concluded>