Brat Camp

[DaraJaney]

As the voting was announced the next day the other boys sat upright in their high-chairs praying for a good result.  Gary sat slumped in his, almost past caring.  He didn’t even react when he was last again.  He had come to expect that misery was now his lot.



Shortly afterwards they removed his butt plug and replaced his nappy without an enema.  Even the nannies seemed to be feeling sorry for him now.  He still couldn’t understand a word they said but the tone was kinder.  His nanny spoke to him gently as she spoon fed him.  She smiled on reinserting his soother and handed him his favourite teddy.



Now that he was past caring he just accepted his babified state and went with the programme.  He didn’t act the big sissy in particular, he just accepted his bottles, feedings and changes.  It was relief enough to be without the butt plug.  He nursed relatively contentedly on his soother all day.  He played with his toys and stopped caring that he was dressed in a big baby dress, frilly panties and pink tights.  But it didn’t make any difference, he always came last.  



Eventually it was down to the last two.  The man told them he had something to show them.  The other boy, Jamie, walked along in front in his blue romper.  Gary was helped along by two nannies.  They went through several doors and then he saw that the next one opened to the outdoors.  He grew in excitement.  He hadn’t breathed fresh air in weeks.



They walked out into a yard.  It was quite cold and Jamie shivered.  For once, Gary was pleased that he was wearing nice warm tights and layers of petticoats.  They were brought towards a building marked “Long-term facility”.



They went in and down a corridor.  They went into a dark room that had a window all down the side.  Gary presumed that it was a one-way mirror.  Inside was another nursery with about a dozen over-sized babies in it.  Every one of them wore a big pastel coloured baby dress with stiff petticoats, matching bonnets, frilly panties stretched over very thick nappies and tights.



The man turned to face Jamie and Gary.  â€śYou should know that whoever comes last is transferred to this long-term facility.”  The boys frowned as they looked into the nursery.  Long-term?  How long-term?



One boy in a lilac dress crawled across and tried to take a doll from a boy sitting in a peach dress.  They both tugged desperately at the doll.  There was a flurry of ringlets as they struggled.  A nanny came over to break them up.  The boy in the lilac dress won the tug of war and crawled away with the doll.  The other boy sat bawling crying.  The nanny comforted him and found another doll but he threw it away.  She shoved his dummy into his mouth and sat suc-king on it in a sulk.



“At the end of each year we allow the best behaved baby out”, the man told them.  Gary was stunned.  One a year?!?  That meant that most of them would be kept here for several years.  



A door opened into the room and a woman and girl walked in.  A boy in a dress with a print of fairies saw them and crawled towards them.  He got to his feet and wobbled a little as he curtsied repeatedly.  Gary couldn’t hear what the girl said but assumed that she must have complimented the boy’s baby dress because he held out his petticoats, turned around, bent over to show off his matching bloomers, turned back and curtsied again.



The woman had a shopping bag and took out a cuddly duck.  The boy took it eagerly and bopped up and down excitedly.  He showed it proudly to the other boys around him.  The girl took out a lollipop.  The boy, presumably her big brother, knelt in front of her so she could remove his soother and insert the lollipop.  He suc-ked it with obvious relish.



They had a third present for him.  The woman unwrapped a pair of white tights.  She showed him that it had a pattern of fairies that matched the his dress.  He jigged about excitedly.  She said something to him and he nodded.  They brought him over to the changing table so that he could try the tights on immediately.  Gary thought the boy’s eagerness was worryingly convincing.



Both boys returned to their own nursery even more desperate than ever to win.  But Gary still wasn’t sure whether he should act more or less like a sissy.  He tried to make sense of the order in which the other boys were voted out but there was no discernable pattern.



Anyway, as he thought before, dressed as he was, there was only one option for him.  He tried his level best to be the most angelic best behaved baby girl there ever was.  He fluttered his eyelashes cutely whenever he could.  He gurgled happily through his soother, took every opportunity to show off his bloomers and smiled sweetly at the nannies.

[DaraJaney]

When it came to decision time, both boys were strapped into their high-chairs.  The man dragged it out as long as he could.  Both red lights came on as both boys wet themselves heavily while waiting for their fate.  One would get back into his trousers and go home, the other was destined to spend at least a year like a sissy baby girl and most probably several years.  The stakes were high.

Gary was mindful of the fact that if he was as lucky in the long-term facility as he was here, he would never get out and would spend the rest of his life in nappies and baby dresses.

Although he wasn’t really surprised when it was announced that Jamie was going home, Gary slumped in his high-chair.  He wet himself again.  His face crumpled into a look of abject despair.  He would rather die than spend years being treated like a baby girl. If his visit to the long-term facility was anything to go by, he would end up behaving perfectly like a sissy baby girl just like the other boys there.

Both boys were helped from their high-chairs.  Jamie punched the air.  Two nannies came in with the clothes the boys arrived in.  Jamie was given his.  The man pointed at Gary’s and told the nanny “you can dispose of those now – he’ll have no need for them”.

Jamie had his nappy, mittens and baby clothes removed, was cleaned up and he eagerly jumped into his boxer shorts and trousers.  The two nannies dragged Gary away.  He struggled, whimpered and bawled crying as he was brought to the long-term facility.

He took one last look around the yard before he was brought in the door.  Jamie was running towards the front gate, whooping and hollering.  Gary was brought into the nursery.  All the other long-term inmates looked up from their pens or stared through the bars of their cots.  They all gave him a sympathetic look as he was brought, still struggling into the centre of the nursery.

The nannies put him sitting down on a play mat, marked out with the roads of a town.  They walked towards the door.  Gary desperately crawled along behind them whimpering through his soother.  They shut the door just before he reached it.  The door knob was round and smooth and he couldn’t turn it because of his mittens.

He banged on the door as he slowly slid down to the ground.  After crying his eyes out for a few minutes, he looked up.  The other boys glanced over at him but turned their attention back to their toys.  They all knew that there was absolutely no chance of escape.  Gary lay back against the door and looked around the room that was going to be his home for the next several years.

He couldn’t bring himself to crawl over to the other boys and simply accept that this was his new life.  Eventually he decided to try and find out what he could from another boy.  He crawled over to the boy in the lilac dress.  He looked big enough to be eighteen!

Gary was too nervous to take his dummy out.  He grunted a greeting to the other boy through the soother.  The boy looked at him uncertainly and grunted back.  Then he resumed nursing his dummy.

Gary held his dummy between his teeth and said “ow ong ha you e here?”  The boy looked around nervously not wanting to be caught talking.  “or years.”  He looked down at the doll in his hands and a couple of tears came to his eyes.  Gary’s worst fears were confirmed.

“ow ol are you?”  Gary asked.  “i-tee”  Nineteen?  Tears rolled down the boy’s face and he nursed his soother with greater vigour.  Gary realised that his questions were only serving to remind the boy of his pathetic predicament.

Gary looked down again at his baby clothes, thought of the thick cotton nappy wrapped around his bottom and wondered how he was going to be able to take this for one year let alone several.  Then tears came to his eyes and he suc-ked on the dummy.

He looked around the room and saw how these teenage boys played with their baby toys or calmly read their nursery rhymes, seemingly oblivious to their frilly dresses, thick nappies and tights and absent mindedly suc-king on their dummies and clutching their cuddly toys.  He guessed that, like them, he would ultimately have to get used to it. With that thought, tears streamed down his face and he picked up a teddy bear and hugged it.