The Streak pts. 1-10 by Dara Janey

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Sep/26/2005 17:21:53 [-04][new]
The Streak
Username: DaraJaney

The boys watched from the trees where they could see over the high wall while Tony ran across the hockey pitch in the nude! They loved terrorising the girls in the Green Meadows Boarding School but this was the most daring stunt yet. Girls could be heard screaming from the windows of the school building.

Tony ran for the front gate but when he was just yards short two gardeners appeared from behind the gatehouse. He came to a sudden stop as they blocked his escape. They grabbed him and started dragging him towards the school building.

When they got there the principal Ms. Grimstead was waiting at the entrance. One of the gardeners held his cap over Tony’s genitals. “Take him up to the nurse’s station”, she told them.

When Nurse Clark saw him her first thought was to put a pair of girl’s panties on him. But then she had a better idea. There were certain items she kept in store in case any young girl had toilet trouble.

Tony’s mother was sent for and she sat mortified in Ms. Grimstead’s office having been told what Tony had been up to. The door opened and the gardeners brought Tony in. He was still mostly naked except that he was pinned into a cloth nappy.

He stood with his head down and his hands clasped over the front of his nappy. “I really am most ashamed of his behaviour”, his mother said. “I just don’t know what to do with him.”

Ms. Grimstead stood up from her desk and walked over to Tony. “Maybe there’s something we can do that might bring him into line”, she suggested. His mother looked at her, wondering what she meant.

“Why not leave him with us for, say, a month?” Tony looked at Ms. Grimstead with great trepidation, wondering what treatment she had in mind. Would they make him dress as a girl and stay in the boarding school? Little did he know - that would soon seem like a preferable option.

“It’s the nappy that gave me the idea”, Ms. Grimstead explained with a devilish grin. “I think it would be great for the girls to get experience at changing nappies but we obviously couldn’t keep a real baby at the school so maybe Tony here could substitute.”

Tony stood with mouth agape in shock. His mother clearly thought that this was a dubious idea. “He clearly doesn’t mind all of the girls in the school seeing him in his birthday suit”, Ms Grimstead continued, “most of them already have – so I don’t see that there is any problem there.”

Tony observed his mother’s expression change to one of obvious agreement. “Yes, in fact it would be a most fitting punishment.”

Tony was still gob-smacked. His mother stood up. “Alright, you can have him for a month”, she declared. “But Mum!” he blurted. He couldn’t think of any defence other than that he really, really did not want this to happen.

“You can drop in any time to see how he is doing”, Ms. Grimstead told her. “You can be assured that we will look after him and ensure that he doesn’t get nappy rash or anything.” She was beginning to enjoy this.

Tony watched in disbelief as his mother left the room. The gardeners wore broad smiles. They were fairly sure that Tony had been involved in other stunts like pulling up flowers and breaking trees.

Ms. Grimstead sent for the girls who made up the committee of the student body. Tony stood there trying to absorb what was happening. Surely they were not going to make him wet and soil himself? It kinda sounded like it.

The girls filed in to the room. They giggled at the predicament of the captured streaker in his nappy. “That’s enough girls”, Ms. Grimstead told them. They struggled to control their mirth. Tony was mortified. He had tried to score with some of these girls at the occasional school dances.

“Tony here has ‘volunteered’ to act as a substitute baby for a month so that all the girls in the school can get some experience at changing nappies.” A couple of the girls couldn’t help it and snorted at this. Ms. Grimstead ignored it – she was struggling to maintain her composure herself.

“One class can take responsibility for him each day from the first formers up to the sixth formers.” Tony winced at this. First formers would be a couple of years younger than him!

“Please Ms. Grimstead”, one of the girls piped up. “Yes, Tiffany?” “I think we have a big baby costume in the drama club”, she suggested helpfully. Tony glared at her. “Excellent!” Ms. Grimstead was very pleased. “Yes, he’ll have to wear something – that would be very appropriate.”

Tiffany warmed to the subject. “In fact, I’m pretty sure we have a baby bottle, a big dummy and a high-chair as well in the props department.” Tony wanted the ground to swallow him up. Maybe they were just teasing him. “Very good Tiffany. The girls might as well get experience at feeding too”, Ms. Grimstead said. “Now why not take him down and find that costume.”

The girls quickly surrounded the hapless boy. He looked back over his shoulder at Ms. Grimstead hoping for some reprieve but he was swept from the room.

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The Streak - Part 2

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/27/2005 18:13:44 [-04][new]



They brought him to the dressing rooms behind the stage of the school hall. The girls rummaged among a rack of costumes. There were soldiers’ and policemen’s uniforms, a pirate outfit, a wedding dress etc. Eventually one of them announced triumphantly “here it is”.



Tony froze when he saw it. Surely they were not going to make him wear that! It was obviously designed for comic effect and was far more babyish than anything he had ever seen – even on a real baby.



It was made of pink gingham with lace trimmings that must have been three inches wide. The short sleeves were ridiculously puffed out. A bonnet was tied around the top of the hanger. The girls excitedly raised the baby dress over his head. They had to rummage through layers of white petticoats to find the middle.



There must have been six of them pulling and pushing him and soon his arms were through the puffed sleeves and the dress was being zipped up at the back. He stood there as they laughed heartily, his arms resting on the massive skirts.



They went hunting through various trunks to find accessories as Tiffany placed the bonnet on his head and tied the ribbons under his chin in a neat bow. She smiled widely as she tugged and picked at the bow to get it just right.



Just then Nurse Clark appeared. “I believe our friend is going to be in nappies for the next month”, she said. “He’ll need these.” She held a pair of plastic panties. Tony was pushed into a chair and she pulled the panties up his legs. The girls helped to hold up his petticoats as the nurse pulled the panties over his nappy. “We must make sure that the cloth nappy is fully contained within the elasticated waist and legs so that there are no leakages”, she told the girls. They burst out laughing at the thought of Tony actually wetting his nappy. Tears started to roll down his face as he became convinced that they really intended to keep him in nappies.



A hand shot up from one of the trunks. “Here they are!” The hand held aloft a pair of pink gingham panties with three rows of the same thick lace across the bottom. Tony made a break for the door. He had no idea where he was going to go dressed like that but he had had enough. But his way was blocked and he was dragged back to the middle of the room.



They lifted his feet to get the panties on him and pulled them up. He couldn’t see down there because of the huge petticoats but he figured from the delight on their faces as they stood back to admire him that the dress was so short that they could clearly see the matching panties.



Someone else found the booties and they were tied on to his feet. A couple of the girls left, saying they were going to the props room and they returned shortly pushing a large high-chair on wheels.



The attached tray was swung back and Tony was pushed into the seat. Once there they swung the tray back and it clicked into position in front of him. From behind, someone pushed a large pink dummy into his mouth.



Finally he was propelled over in front of the mirror on the dressing table. He couldn’t believe the sight before him. With the pink flouncy dress, bonnet, booties and dummy, he looked the perfect baby girl - except for the very obviously unhappy boy’s face behind the dummy.



Tiffany turned the high-chair slightly so that he could see the rows of lace on his panties, the bulge of the nappy making them really stand out. It would be very obvious to anyone who even glanced at him that he was wearing a nappy.



“We must show Ms. Grimstead how adorable he looks”, Tiffany said and they went to wheel him from the room. He tried to find the catch under the tray but his hands were slapped away. “Now, now, don’t be a bold baby or you might find yourself in nappies for more than a month”, Tiffany warned him. He stared at her wondering if she was serious. He decided that he was in no position to argue.



One of the girls decided that the baby bottle was actually functional and filled it with milk when they passed the kitchens. She held it to his mouth and insisted that he suc-k on it as they moved along.



Ms. Grimstead was delighted with their work. “Very, very good girls. Now take him on a tour of the school and show him to each class explaining that he is going to be our baby for the next month and that they’ll have to change his nappies and feed him and everything.”



Again, Tony struggled to get out of the high-chair but Ms. Grimstead confirmed Tiffany’s warning that any disobedience would lead to an extension of his time with them. Poor Tony didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t simply accept that he was going to be treated just like a baby girl by all of the schoolgirls for a month, could he? Yet resistance was clearly going to make things worse.



He cried again with the frustration. The girls thought this was hilarious. “Aw, so the tough boy is now a little sissy bawling baby!”

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The Streak - Part 3

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/28/2005 14:59:19 [-04][new]



He was first wheeled in to the first form class. The girls all gathered around him absolutely thrilled at the prospect of treating this older boy like a sissy baby for a whole month. They pulled up his petticoats to get a better look at his frilly panties. Tony fought to keep back the tears which he knew would only make him look even more babyish but his misery was obvious to all and the girls started to make mock-sad faces at him. “Oh is the poor baby going to cry?” Eventually the teacher had to ask Tiffany to take him out before the first formers got over-excited.



The girls in the sixth form class at the other end of the corridor wondered what was going on. They could hear loud laughter from the other rooms, seemingly getting closer each time. Their teacher struggled to keep their attention as the laughter erupted in the adjacent classroom.



Eventually the subject of the hilarity was wheeled in. Tony had long since failed to hide his absolute dejection and tears streamed down his face. When it was spotted that he was actually suc-king on his dummy for comfort the girls broke up in uncontrollable laughter.



This being the last class room, he was left there at the top of the class while the teacher attempted to continue the lesson. She had her work cut out though, as all the girls continued to focus their attention on the sixteen year old boy in the oh-so-pretty baby dress.



He was already in great need of the toilet. The milk had gone right through him. Was there any point in asking, begging even, to be allowed to go to the toilet? He knew that this would only lead to more hilarity but the alternative was to accept that he was going to have to wet his nappy and be changed by this whole class of girls.



He held out until the end of the lesson. It was now the end of the school day and the girls decided to bring him to their study room. He was pushed down the corridor as the whole school emptied out of the classrooms. A channel opened up through the throng of girls and they stood and watched and laughed heartily as he was pushed along.



Every time the wheels went over a bump he winced. He was bursting to go. Tiffany noticed his agony. “I think our baba needs to go to the toilet”, she told the others. They all stopped and looked at him. “Do you want to go to the toilet?” she asked him. He desperately hoped she meant using a proper toilet. He nodded his head. “Well. Go on then”, she said looking down at his nappy and the girls around him exploded in laughter. He wanted to kill her.



He was wheeled into the study room with as many deliberately jerky movements as possible. They delighted as he winced with each bump. After a few minutes, the girls were at their books. He could hold it no longer and peed in his nappy. The warmth spread from between his legs all over his bottom. It kept going on and on and he was convinced that there was no way the nappy could keep it all in.



Eventually he was done. But the realisation dawned that it absolutely confirmed to him that this was no game. It was almost certainly only the first of many, many wettings over the next month. He didn’t want to even think about soiling.



Tiffany looked up and noticed the tension gone from his body. He was slumped in complete dejection. “I think our baba has wet his nappy”, she announced to the room. They all looked up. They were in no doubt that she was right.



They wheeled him to the nurse’s station. All of the girls came, eager to see him having his nappy changed. Everyone they met on the corridors was told that he had wet himself and was being brought to be changed.



Nurse Clark showed them over to a changing table that was held in reserve in case any girl had an accident. He was freed from the high-chair and walked very carefully over to the table, convinced that the nappy couldn’t possibly hold in all that pee which he could feel sloshing about in his plastic panties.



The nurse pulled down his frilly panties and examined the soggy nappy. The girls all crowded round to see. There was an unmistakable yellowish discolouring all round the lower half of the nappy. The nurse ran her finger around the elasticated legs to make sure there were no leaks. “Those plastic panties are just right for him”, she announced, “we shouldn’t have any problems with leaks over the next month.” Tony squeezed his eyes shut in frustration when reminded of the length of his sentence.



He was instructed to get up on the table and did so very carefully. He lay back and concentrated on the ceiling trying not to think that twenty girls were all crowded around him watching. “Can everybody see?” the nurse asked. “You are all going to have to do this at some time over the next month so watch carefully.” Tony suc-ked hard on his dummy.



He lifted his bottom when instructed and the nurse pulled down the plastic panties. She unpinned the nappy and dropped it into a bucket with a splosh. There was much tittering as Tony was exposed to the whole sixth form. “I don’t know why you find it so amusing”, Nurse Clark said, “it’s not like you haven’t seen it before. Isn’t that right young man?” Tony glared at her. He desperately wanted to put his hands over his tackle but knew that there was no point. His streaking stunt didn’t seem so funny now.



He was wiped down and powdered thoroughly. “Alison, why don’t you do the honours?” the nurse suggested, holding out a clean cotton nappy to the girl. Tony looked to see who Alison was and recognised her as a girl he danced with at one of the discos. How was he ever going to face these girls again once his ordeal was over? And his ordeal was far from over.



Once he was in his clean nappy and his plastic panties and frilly panties were pulled up the nurse told them to take the changing table with them. “You can look after him for the first few days. You should have everything you need here.” The table had a pile of a dozen or so nappies and plastic panties and a selection of powders and creams. On a tray underneath were feeding bottles and plastic bowls and spoons – everything that Tony was going to need for his month as a baby.



He was put back in the high-chair and it and the changing table were wheeled down the corridor through lots of gaping bystanders back to the study room.

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The Streak - Part 4

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/29/2005 19:02:41 [-04][new]



At mealtime the girls all gathered in the dining hall and Tony was wheeled in and positioned at the end of one of the long tables that seated a whole class of girls. There was no shortage of volunteers to take turns spoon-feeding him his dinner. He was so resigned to his fate now that he put up no resistance.



Before bedtime he needed to pee again. He knew there was no point in trying to hold out and that it would be better to do it now rather than in the middle of the night but he still found it very difficult to wet himself. Eventually he succeeded and the now familiar warmth spread around his nappy.



He grunted to attract Tiffany’s attention and when she looked up at him he pointed at his nappy. She was delighted at the chance to change him. All the other girls in the study room gathered around to help or watch.



He was brought back to the nurse’s station and tucked into a bed there for the night. He was put in a simple pink nightie. He found it very difficult to get off to sleep between the discomfort of the bulging nappy and the distress of the prospect of spending the next month like this.



The next day the sixth formers oversaw the same routine of feedings and changes. They weren’t so keen when he produced his first number two. They drew straws while Tony lay back on the changing table in his stinky nappy. They didn’t crowd so close this time but all watched eagerly none the less. Many of the girls grimaced when his nappy was undone. They squirmed with disgust when the unfortunate loser in the draw wiped him clean.



At lunchtime Ms. Grimstead came in to the classroom while he was being given his bottle. “Well, your presence here has turned out to be quite a boon for the school”, she told him. He wondered what she meant as he suc-ked on the teat.



“Mrs. Dawson our home economics teacher has reported an unprecedented interest in her dress making classes”, Ms. Grimstead continued. Tony stopped suc-king for a moment while he contemplated the implications of this.



“It seems each class wants to make you a pretty baby dress”, she told him. His shoulders sagged visibly. “We’ve been finding it hard to get the girls interested in dress-making these days but this has suddenly changed. Apparently the girls are eagerly searching out different materials and types of lace.”



Tiffany saw that he was now finished his bottle and withdrew it from his mouth. She was about to reach for his dummy which was attached to his dress but she was pleasantly surprised when he took it himself, stuck it in his mouth and immediately started suc-king.



A few minutes later a gaggle of girls of all ages came into the room. They carried tape measures, notebooks and catalogues. Mrs. Dawson followed them in. “It took me ages to dig out those catalogues of baby outfits. We haven’t had any interest in them in years.”



The girls eagerly flicked through the pages. “Oh look at that one – it’s so frilly!” “No, this one is better – look at those bloomers!”



He was taken out of the high-chair and several girls started to measure him up and down. He noticed that whenever they measured down from his waist they only measured to about half way down his nappy. They disappeared as quickly as they arrived, all rushing eagerly to start on the outfits.



That afternoon reports reached him that there was a similar surge of interest in the workshop. Apparently work had already started on making him a wooden-barred cot and play-pen. Not only that but some girls were asking about how to work leather. It seems they wanted to make a harness for him.



The next time his mother came to visit him was on a Saturday morning. He was sitting in his new play pen in the study room. The wooden pen had been painted pink. Various toys had been built in to the side of the pen, like a bar with coloured balls that could be pushed back and forth. A few girls were keeping an eye on him while they studied.



Tony was wearing his first new dress made by the girls from the fourth form. It was a delicate lemon colour with puffed sleeves and flared at breast level. It had a white pinafore all frilled along the edges and a matching bonnet with a large stiff crescent peak trimmed with lace. His long legs stretched out on the floor in front of him ending in matching booties fastened on his feet with ribbon tied in a bow.



“Haven’t you got a nice hug for Mummy?” his mother asked loudly. Tony glared at her. But when one of the girls looked over at him sternly he reckoned he had better do as he was told. He went to stand up but was obviously hesitant. As he gradually straightened up more and more leg was exposed. He tugged at the hem of his dress and stopped in a slightly stooped position.



His mother gave him a puzzled look. “Stand up straight”, she told him. Reluctantly he straightened up. The reason for his reluctance gradually became evident to his mother as the lemon bloomers with lace trim appeared below the hem of his dress despite his persistent tugging. Finally a row of pink hearts appeared that were sown all around the bloomers about half way up. His mother sniggered, as much at his embarrassment as at the pretty panties.

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The Streak - Part 5

Username: DaraJaney, Sep/30/2005 14:32:17 [-04][new]



“Would you like to take him out for some fresh air?” one of the girls asked. Tony would have preferred not to. He was terrified that some of his school mates would be looking over the wall. They must know of his predicament by now.



But his mother insisted on taking him out. A pair of white ankle socks and black t-bar shoes were found for his outing – the booties being for purely indoor wear.



As he stepped outside the front door the cool air only emphasised the contrast between his warm bottom snugly covered by his nappy and panties and his totally bare legs from bottom to ankle. His mother insisted on holding his hand.



He scanned the perimeter wall nervously as they walked around the building. Rounding the side he thought he saw movement in the distant trees behind the wall. He stopped and tugged at his hem just in case. “Come along”, his mother said crossly. It wasn’t until he was about a third of the way around the back of the building that the cat-calls started. He wanted to make a run for it but his mother held his hand firmly.



He looked at the boys behind the wall and recognised many from his class. His only consolation was that at that distance they could hardly see much detail. But then he saw a pair of binoculars being passed from one boy to another. The boy who had been looking through them was shaking with laughter. The other boy put the glasses up to his eyes and immediately burst out laughing too.



Tony was about to tug his hem yet again when a gust of wind threatened to dislodge his bonnet. Instinctively he reached up to steady it. In the process his dress rode up a couple of inches and the shrieks of laughter could be heard from the other side of the wall.



He walked quickly ahead of his mother but she was not to be rushed. It seemed like ages before they were back around the front of the building.



The following Saturday his mother came to visit earlier in the morning. She was told he was still up in the nurse’s station. She entered the room and looked around. Beyond the line of three beds was a large pink cot. She tiptoed towards it. Through the bars she could see that Tony was lying on his side facing away from her. His pink nightie didn’t cover his bottom and she could see his very obviously wet plastic panties underneath. Then the smell of his poo hit her.



He moved a little and she could see that he was holding a teddy bear to his chest. His dummy moved in and out gently. She gave a little cough and he turned suddenly in surprise. He was mortified to have been caught hugging the teddy and wondered if she had noticed how he suc-ked on the dummy.



Just then the nurse came in carrying a pile of nappies. “Oh hello, I was just about to change him but had to get his clean nappies from the laundry. Do you want to do the honours?” His mother agreed to change him. “If you could bring him down to the dining hall in about twenty minutes the fourth form girls will be ready to feed him”, the nurse said.



When he was changed his mother asked him where his baby clothes were. He hesitated and really would have preferred not to tell her but what would be the point? He nodded towards the locker between his cot and the bed.



His mother opened it and saw his original pink dress, the lemon one and a beautiful lilac dress with a scalloped hem to show off several layers of lace trimmed petticoats underneath. She took it from the locker and held it up to examine it properly with a huge grin on her face. Tony grimaced but new that the choice was inevitable.



Soon he was in his lilac dress with the inevitable matching panties with four rows of two-inch lace across the bum, the mop-cap style bonnet, black t-bar shoes with ankle socks that had a frothy lace trim attached.



He was brought down to the dining hall for his feeding. It was difficult to close the tray in front of him with all the masses of petticoats.



When he was fed his mother suggested bringing him out for a walk. A first form girl said “just a minute” and scampered from the room. Tony sighed heavily realising what she was going to fetch. She returned with his harness. His mother held it up to study it. She smiled at the “Baby Toni” logo across the chest band.



She was impressed at how precisely the harness had been made as she strapped him firmly in. She took the reins in her hands and he walked off dejectedly towards the door.



As they rounded the side of the house the cheers from beyond the wall rang out immediately. She took a firm hold of the reins expecting Tony to try to make a bolt for it but he just plodded on with head bowed. He didn’t even bother to tug at his hem to try to conceal his frilly panties. He had been brought for a walk every afternoon during the week, carefully timed for when the boys would be out of their school. There was no point in resisting anymore.



Safely back inside, he was brought to his pen. It was now crammed with toys and dolls that girls had fetched from their homes. A group of first form girls arrived and insisted on reading him a fairy story. So his mother left him to it.

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One day he was sitting in his high chair in the dining room waiting to be spoon-fed his lunch when a gaggle of fifth form girls came in all excited. “We’ve made you a pair of mittens”, one of them told him. He was used by now to the flow of new humiliating outfits so he just held his hands out for them to put the mittens on him. He noticed that there were no fingers or thumbs in these mittens.



While he was looking at them curiously two girls simultaneously buckled the mittens at his wrists. They stood back and giggled. He wondered what they were so amused about. Just then his lunch arrived – the usual bowl of pureed vegetables. “Go on, try and feed yourself”, one of the girls told him. He looked down at the spoon in the bowl and then looked at his mittens. He reached for the spoon but the thick sheer fabric of the mittens meant that he couldn’t grasp anything.



The girls giggled again. Tony tried to pull off the mittens. Again he couldn’t get any purchase. He stuck one mitten under his arm and pulled. It wouldn’t budge. The girls were highly amused now. Everyone in the dining hall was watching. He examined the buckles fastening the mittens on his hands. They were way too small for him to be able to undo them even with his teeth.



“Now he’s as helpless as a real baby”, one of the girls announced triumphantly. Tony just sat there among the hall of laughing girls until someone eventually took pity on him and started spoon-feeding him his dinner. The mittens were left on him all day and they did make him as helpless as a baby. He couldn’t let himself out of the high-chair or his pen and it was difficult for him to even pick up a dolly or toy. He couldn’t read his picture books anymore without someone turning the pages for him. Every morning the mittens were put over his hands.



After a month he had spent time in the care of each form. The first form was the most humiliating for him. He was taller than all of the girls in this class but here he was having them crowd around him as they changed his nappy and spoon and bottle-fed him.



He counted the days until his month-long punishment would be over. His mother came in on the Saturday and when Ms. Grimstead showed her in she found him sitting in his play-pen. He looked up at her with a visible sense of anticipation.



“Well, we’ve come to the end of your month’s punishment”, his mother told him. He nodded eagerly. “I’ve spoken to your headmaster”, she continued. “He is concerned now that you’ve missed a whole month of school.” The eager anticipation fell from Tony’s face. “He thinks the best thing would be for you to skip this year altogether.” Normally this would be music to Tony’s ears – a whole year of no school! But he suspected tha*****wasn’t going to be so simple.



“So I was wondering if Ms. Grimstead wants to keep you here for the whole year.” Tony was shocked. He looked at Ms. Grimstead mouth agape, dummy in danger of falling out, desperately hoping that she would refuse. “Why, that would be wonderful”, she replied. Tony was by now so used to not speaking that he simply grunted disapproval through his dummy. “Ng, Ng!” He got up on his knees and placed his hands on the side of the pen. He looked up desperately at his mother. “Ng, Ng!”



His mother could now see his beautiful peach lace-trimmed bloomers below his heavily flared dress. “Oh aren’t those adorable”, she commented, “which class made those.” “The third formers”, Ms. Grimstead replied. Tony shook the pen in frustration at their ignoring his protests.



“That’s settled then”, his mother said. Tears were running down Tony’s face now. “You know I suspect that his headmaster was glad to be rid of him. I know he has been in trouble so many times.”



His mother went to leave. Finally Tony dropped the dummy from his mouth. “Please Mum, don’t leave me here”, he begged. The women were surprised to hear him speak. It had been so long since he had uttered anything intelligible. “But dear, it’s for the best”, his mother said. “You’d be miles behind the others at school. I’m not leaving you at home alone while I’m out at work so here you’ll be in safe hands.”



He couldn’t believe she was doing this. He was facing the prospect of being in nappies and baby dresses amongst all these schoolgirls until next July! But his mother continued towards the door. Tony continued to beg her not to leave him there. She looked over her shoulder at him before going out the door to see Ms. Grimstead push his dummy into his mouth. “There, there, don’t be so upset. We’ll look after you. The girls will be thrilled to hear that you’re staying with us all year.” His mother’s last image was the look of utter shock on Tony’s face.



When his mother was gone Tony sat back on the backs of his legs. Suddenly he looked down at his bloomers and frowned. Ms. Grimstead noticed. “Have we had a little accident?” Tony went vividly red and she knew that he had actually wet himself without realising it.



He was in floods of tears not knowing which was worse - the fact that he was going to be kept in nappies for a year or the fact that he was now wetting himself uncontrollably. What would he be like after a year of this?



By the next Saturday the weather had turned colder as winter approached. When his mother arrived on Saturday morning Tony was wearing a pair of thick white tights under his lavender dress. “Well it was either that or find a very large pair of pants to go over his nappy”, Ms. Grimstead said.



When she brought him around the grounds for his walk the boys beyond the wall hollered and guffawed at Tony’s new tights. The poor boy strained on the harness trying to get around the building as quickly as possible.

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The Streak - Part 7
Username: DaraJaney, Oct/4/2005 18:08:30 [-04][new]

The next eight months were hell for poor Tony. He spent all his days between the play-pen and high-chair and all his nights in the cot. He was bottle and spoon-fed all his meals and every single girl in the school had the pleasure of changing his nappy. He yearned for the day in July when all this would be over.

When that day came and Ms. Grimstead presented him with a pair of boxer shorts, a shirt and trousers, he felt like all his Christmases had come at once. Oh the pleasure of feeling the cloth of the trousers all the way up his legs.

His mother welcomed him home and he was able to use a knife and fork to have his first proper dinner in months. He spent much of the day in the garden but around 4pm his mother wondered where he was.

She looked in his bedroom and saw him with his pants pulled down. His boxer shorts were clearly wet. He looked guiltily over his shoulder. He had obviously wet himself.

Ms. Grimstead had warned her that this might happen. He had become so used to wetting and soiling without thinking abou******it would be difficult for him to stop.

“That’s alright dear”, his mother consoled him, “we were afraid this might happen”. He just stood there with a bright red face. His mother went to fetch the nappy she had been given just in case.

Tony was mortified to be put back in a nappy but he couldn’t really argue abou*******“Would you like to take a nap?” she asked, seeing how upset he was.

He curled up in his bed but was unable to sleep. His Mum looked in and saw him wide awake after an hour. “Can you not sleep?” she asked him. He shook his head. He knew why but was afraid to say.

But his mother knew well. She called the school and within thirty minutes a van arrived. His cot from the school was brought into his bedroom. “Would you sleep better in this?” his mother asked tentatively. He didn’t want to admi*****but he had become so used to his comfy cot that he did miss it.

His mother let down the bars at the side and he silently slid out of his bed and into the cot. She replaced the bars. “And here’s your teddy”, she said, handing him the bear that he had cuddled for the last nine months. He took it and placed it by his side. “And just in case you want this”, she said, placing his dummy beside his pillow.

She left immediately, aware of his acute embarrassment. Tony lay down in the cot. He tried to resist taking the teddy or the dummy but the fact was that he had gone to sleep every night for months with his teddy in his arms and the dummy in his mouth.

His mother sneaked in half-an-hour later. She could see his steady breathing. He was snoozing with the teddy held tightly to his chest. The dummy was firmly held in his mouth with a little drool spilling out on his pillow.

She looked in occasionally until she found him sitting up in the cot. The teddy and dummy placed at the end board as if he hadn’t touched them. She let down the side of the cot and he got out.

He told her he needed to go to the toilet so she helped him out of the nappy and he trotted off to use a toilet for the first time in ten months. Talk about relief!

When he returned to his room she wanted him to put the nappy on again. “You might still have an odd accident.” He pleaded his case but she said he could take the nappy off whenever he needed to go. “Once you go a whole day without wetting it then I won’t make you wear it any more.”

When he was pinned in again she fetched a pair of trousers. He stepped into them but struggled to pull them up over the bulk of the nappy. There was no way they would go up all the way. “I was afraid of that”, his mother said as she pulled the trousers off him again.

She went out and returned with one of his dresses from the school and a pair of panties. It was about the least sissy of all the dresses being a blue dress with white piping and just a thin lace trim on the sleeves and neck line. The panties were relatively plain with just the same lace trim around the legs. It had been made for him later in the year by some girls who seemed to take some pity on him and the ultra-frilly outfits he had to wear. The dress just about covered the panties if he stood perfectly straight with his arms by his side.

Even still he pleaded with her not to make him wear it. “Can’t I just wear a t-shirt or something?” She was disappointed but couldn’t really think of a good reason to insist that he wear it.

He sat around for the rest of the weekend in just t-shirts and his nappies. On Sunday morning he woke in the cot distraught to find himself wet. He tried to dispose of the nappy before his mother found out but she came in as soon as she heard movement.

She made him wear a nappy again but he was hopeful that if he got through the day without an accident, she might only make him wear the nappies overnight.

That evening they were absorbed by a great program on TV. His mother laughed at something that was said and looked over at Tony. There were tears streaming down his face. He had obviously wet himself again.

She brought him back to his bedroom to change him. He was so distraught that he just lay back and let her change him like a helpless baby. She left the room once he was done but returned moments later with half-a-dozen nappies to find him suc-king on the dummy. He quickly removed it when he saw that he had been caught and continued to cry steadily.

“It’s OK dear”, she assured him, “I know you’re upset but you’ll soon get back to normal.” He put the dummy back in his mouth until he was cried out and then lef*****back in his cot.