Sabrina the Teenage Witch’s Cousin

[DaraJaney]

And so came the dreaded Sunday.  Eric stood in his pink baby dress as they strapped him into a pink leather harness.  He had hoped that they were not serious but he suc-ked harder on his soother as he was pushed out the door and out in public in his baby dress and nappy for the first time.

All the chatter stopped in the restaurant as Eric was led in on his harness.  “Oh my goodness he’s actually wearing a nappy!”  He tried to push his petticoats down but it was pointless, the bulge over his thick cotton nappy was obvious.  “Such a cute bonnet!”  “He must be roasting in those thick tights!”  Sabrina followed behind him with his changing bag slung over her shoulder.  “Oh my god!  He must be actually using nappies!!!”

They had brought his high chair so he could be strapped in in clear view of everyone in the middle of the restaurant.  The family that he had offended the previous week took their table all looking very satisfied with his humiliation.

They had their starters and Eric shook his rattle in his high chair, acutely conscious of his wet nurse sitting beside him.  Then they decided it was time.  Eric cringed as he was let out of his high chair.  His nurse moved her chair over beside the mother who was starting to breastfeed her child.  Eric sat on his nurse’s knee and lay back.  She removed her bra pad and he started suc-kling.

There was tittering around the restaurant.  Eric tried to hide behind the brim of his bonnet but his nurse pushed it back so that everyone could see him suc-kle.  He whimpered as cameras flashed.  It seemed to last for ever.  He switched breasts and cringed as his poor member struggled desperately in its cage.

Finally he was restored to his high chair and the show was over although he was still clearly displayed to the whole restaurant.  His mother recognised by now the signs of a wet nappy.  He frowned as he wriggled uncomfortably in his high chair.  “Has baby got a wet nappy?”  Eric didn’t want to acknowledge it but couldn’t deny it.

His mother reached for his changing bag.  Two girls from the other family got up.  “Oh can we change him?”  “NNnggggghhhh!”  “Of course dears.  That’s very kind of you.  Who wants to carry his changing bag?”  “Me!”  “Me!”

So the girls led Eric across the crowded restaurant.  People saw his changing bag and realised that he actually had wet or soiled his nappy tight there and clearly needed to have it changed.  He waddled along red-faced among a lot of giggling.

The next morning Eric was let out of his cot.  “I hope you have learned a lesson”, his mother berated him.  He nodded suitably remorsefully still suc-king on his soother.

“I suppose I’d better change him back”, Sarbina said.  He looked up hopefully.  “Do we have to?” his mother asked.  “hhhmmmppphhh!” he begged.  “Well”, Sabrina considered.  “How about this?”  She smiled down on Eric.  “I’ll change you back just as soon as you ask me to.”   “Hhhmmppphhh?”   “Nnngggh   pphhhmm  nnngggg!”  “What’s that?” Sabrina teased.  “Sorry but I can’t understand baby talk.”  His mother giggled.

“How long does it take babies to learn to make sentences?” Sabrina asked her.  His mother warmed to the idea.  “Two to three years I think.”  “Hhhhmmppphh?”  “And I think our baby is about one year old, do you think?”  “That’d be about right.”   “Nnnnggghhhh!”

“Of course it depends how well they are encouraged”, his mother continued.  “And I hear that they develop more quickly if they are among other babies at the same stage in the right environment.”  Eric looked at them bemused.   “There are a couple of creches on this block.  Let’s check them out.”  “Nnnnggggghhhh!”

But Eric was dressed in a short lilac baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover as well as white tights and booties.  He whimpered and blubbered as they put his pink leather harness on.

They entered the first crèche.  A lady came towards them with eyebrows firmly raised but trying to maintain her composure.  “So who have we here?”  Eric cringed.  “Baby Eric here is a bit of a slow developer as you can see.”  Eric studied the carpet.  “Did you say Baby Eric?” the lady asked amusedly.  “That’s ok we totally support diversity here.  Baby Eric can dress as he likes regardless of his age and gender”, she assured him , smiling at the rows of frills on his nappy cover.  Eric sighed heavily.  He had hoped that the lady would be scandalised at the idea of having a teenage boy in baby dresses and nappies in her crèche.

She showed them around.  The babies were in groups of five, each with a minder.  “All of our minders are trained in educational psychology and we bring our little ones on much quicker than others in terms of speaking.”  Eric was mortified at the idea of being put in a crèche with one year old babies.

His outfit and size were attracting attention and much giggling.  The only thing was that the young lady minders all appeared to be quite pretty, perky and polite.  They smiled at Eric in his baby dress and nappy cover. But when he thought about them he was quickly reminded of his chastity device and that he could get no arousal.  Comments like  “That is a pretty bonnet!”  “Oh Baby Eric must be in old-style cotton nappies!”  somewhat deflated him.

“And what is the charge?” his mother asked.  The lady handed her a brochure.  Eric couldn’t believe that his mother appeared to be seriously considering putting him in the crèche!  “The daily charges are on the back.”  “Oh!” his mother exclaimed.  “My goodness, I couldn’t afford that.”   “We can’t put a price on our baby’s development”, the lady reasoned.  But there was really no question of his mother affording it.  Eric was more than a little relieved as he waddled out.

“There is another cheaper crèche on the next street but the facilities are pretty basic”, the lady explained as she saw them off.  His mother thanked her.  At the gate Eric turned for home but Sabrina tugged on his harness and steered him firmly towards the other crèche.  Eric desperately hoped that it wouldn’t be suitable either.

[dolly bo peep]

At the restaurant, Eric would probably preferred the wet nappy to being changed by the 2 girls from the family he offended the week before, but then he didn't have any choice.

I wonder how long Eric will remain a baby this time, until he will learn to speak again well enough to ask to be changed back, most likely graduating into girlhood, having to wear old fashioned prissy dresses with layers of petticoats, cute lace trimmed panties, and all the other trimmings?

DaraJaney, please keep up the excellent writing.

[DaraJaney]

Episode 20

Once again at the second crèche they were told that there was no problem having a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy.  This crèche was equally diversity-friendly.  Eric inwardly cursed this new liberalism.

There must have been over twenty babies in each room in this crèche.  In each room a young teenage girl sat on a high stool gazing at her phone.  They perked up a little when they saw the visitors and tried to give the impression of being interested and caring for the babies but it was clearly rather half-hearted and Eric could see that their attention quickly returned to their phone as soon as they thought nobody was looking.

“We provide more affordable care”, the lady in charge explained.  “Of course we can’t give as much personal attention as the other more expensive crèche but we find that our babies can usually talk pretty well by the time they go for primary school.  Eric let out a little whimper.  The babies were all playing quietly with rattles, blocks and cuddly toys.

“Can we book him in then?” his mother asked.  “Hhhmmpppffff!”  “Certainly”, the lady said making a note in her little book.  “I’ll need to leave him here from 8am to 6pm, Monday to Friday.”  “Hhhhmmppfff!”   “Mummy has to work dear!”  Eric couldn’t believe this was happening.

The lady took his arm.  “I think there’s a space for you here”, she told him picking her way through the babies to a small empty spot with a rattle and dolly on the floor.  “Sit down there sweetie”.  Eric whimpered but did as he was told.  “He understands quite well”, the lady observed.  “Oh he understands everything!” his mother agreed.  “It’s his speech that is the problem.”  Eric whimpered.  “Oh well there’s no need to rush things is there?” the lady smiled as she pushed a rattle into his hand and a dolly under his free arm.  “There!”

Eric looked pleadingly up at his mother through the lace trim of his bonnet.  She waved back happily and Sabrina smiled back.  Eric blubbered.  “He’ll be fine once you are gone”, the lady assured them.  “He’ll be playing happily with his dolly soon.” 

“Bye bye sweetie!” his mother waved.  Sabrina waved too.  “Sabrina will be back at Christmas”, she told him.   “Hhhhmmpppffff?!”  Sabrina, who was the only one who could turn him back, wouldn’t be around for another three months!  He whimpered desperately and waved his hand in protest but they just saw and heard him shake his rattle.  They smiled and waved back.  “Cheerio!”

He was facing three months of ten hours, five days a week in this boring crèche!  They left.  He wet his nappy in shock.  He was sure that his mother recognised the look on his face but left it to the crèche to change him.

Eric looked around at the twenty plus other babies – he shook himself – they were not OTHER babies.  He wasn’t a baby.  He looked down at his pink dress and petticoats, his legs in white tights spread out by his thick soggy nappy.  He suc-ked on his soother.  It was going to be hard to remember that he wasn’t a real baby.

The girl had gone back to studying her phone perched on her stool in a very short mini skirt.  Eric sighed.  All he had to play with was a rattle and dolly.  He looked around at the other toys.  There were letter blocks but the babies had them sideways and upside down with clearly no understanding of them.

He had an idea!  Maybe if he got four letter blocs to spell out the word “HELP” the girl might do something to get him out of this horror.  It would show her that he didn’t really have the mind of a baby.

One of the baby girls next to him had a letter block.  He could see it included the letter L even though she had it upside down.  He reached over and took it.  She burst out crying!  “Hey!” the minder called out.  “Give that back!”  Eric looked wounded but she had an angry face.  Very reluctantly he gave the block back to the baby girl who stopped crying and banged the block on the carpet pointlessly a few times.

The teenage girl sighed and got down off her stool, clearly annoyed at being distracted from her phone.  Eric saw a flash of her red panties as she did so.  She tugged her short skirt down and carefully stepped over to him in her high heels.  She towered over him.

From his low vantage point he could see up her skirt.  He tried to look elsewhere as his little member tried and failed yet again to react.  “You!” He looked up and saw her cross face over the mounds of her ample breasts.  “You may think you are a special baby in your frilly dress and bonnet!”  He didn’t.  “But to me you are just a pathetic sissy.”  Eric suc-ked glumly on his soother.  “Now play quietly with your own rattle and dolly.”  Eric looked down guiltily.  She waited.  “I’ll obviously have to watch you closely!”  He shook his rattle and hugged his dolly.  She picked her way back to her stool.

It wasn’t hard for her to watch him closely since he stuck out like a sore thumb.  So much bigger and the only one in a big frilly dress with petticoats and a bonnet.  She continued to watch him once she had climbed back on her perch and tugged her skirt down.

He continued to shake his rattle and hug his dolly but he looked enviously at the baby girl with the letter block who was now checking would it fit in her mouth.  Eventually the teenage girl returned to her internet surfing.

Eric whimpered to himself.  He looked at the babies all around him playing quietly with their toys.  He looked over at the disinterested teenage minder.  He had no idea what time it was but it was going to be a long day.  A long week.  A long three months.  His wet nappy was going cold.  He was too scared to make his wet nappy known to the minder.  She was angry enough with him as it was.

He thought of the last scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark – one of his favourite movies.  The ark is nailed into a crate and pushed away on a trolly by a disinterested porter and as the camera pulls back we see a warehouse full of more and more identical crates and it is clear that it will be forgotten and uncared for.

The camera pulls back from Eric.  We see a roomful of babies quietly playing with their toys.  He does initially stick out like a sore thumb in his pink frilly dress and bonnet but as the camera pulls back further he just blends into the other babies.  The teenage minder taps away tediously at her phone.  The credits roll.

[sissykimmy1]

Chilling.  I love this whole setup with having him have to relearn how to talk.  This is the sort of thing throwing in magic can do to really take things to the next level, but you are doing a good job with not overdoing it on the magic part and still keeping it grounded in enough realism to suspend disbelief.

[Sissy Poopsie]

Love your story and am really enjoying sissy baby Eric now being forced to go to the crèche every day while mommy is at work.

Wouldn't it be interesting and humiliating for him if either an ex girlfriend he dumped or a boy he was mean to got a job at his new crèche.

I bet baby would really wet his nappy in shame being seen as he now is.

Or maybe mommy could put him in old fashioned terry nappies and frilly rubber panties to shame him.

I love your story and check each day to see if we have been lucky enough to get an update. :)

[dolly bo peep]

Thank you, DaraJaney, for an excellent story.

[DaraJaney]

Episode 21

When Sabrina returned at Christmas she found Eric in his play-pen in a cerise baby-dress somewhat disconsolately shaking his rattle.  When he saw her he perked up a little.  He thought that if he was good maybe she would consider changing him back.  She smiled at his angelic face framed by the lace of his cerise bonnet.

“Oh he looks quite content!”  Eric cringed at the idea of him being content being kept in nappies and baby dresses but tried to suppress it.  He had to be nice to Sabrina.

“Yes it’s been a wonderful three months”, his mother agreed.  “He is very popular at the crèche.  I think all the mothers are very jealous.  They would secretly love to dress their daughters in flouncy dresses and bonnets but they dare not these days but they love to see Eric in his pretty outfits.  They are also fascinated that I have him in cotton nappies and not disposables.  They’re always asking questions about it – does he ever get nappy rash?  Well of course he does but I think it’s a small price to pay for saving the environment.”

“There’s no shortage of girls wanting to babysit him – mostly from his former class in school.”  His Aunt Zelda frowned.   “Does he not get rather”, she chose her words carefully, “excited by that?”  “Well he would of course”, his mother explained, “but I still have that cute little device locked on his boy parts that stops him ever getting aroused.  I understand that the girls have really tried to get it off but have been frustrated.”  They all sniggered.  The girls weren’t the only ones who were frustrated.  Eric suc-ked harder on his soother.

He recalled so many occasions lying back holding up his dress and petticoats, looking at the ceiling through the lace trim of his bonnet, while several girls gathered around his private parts, wiping him, powdering him, tugging at his chastity and giggling before finally allowing him the relief of being pinned in a nice warm fluffy nappy.

“And the restaurant has been marvellous”, his mother continued.  “We eat there every Sunday and they have a special high-chair for Eric and always give us a very prominent table.  The waitresses love looking after him too and insist on giving him his bottle and spoon-feeding him.  They even take him off to the baby-changing room to change his nappy for me.”

The home economics class in his school even made that gorgeous cerise baby dress for him.  “Crawl along there sweetie so that they can see the matching nappy cover.”  Eric did as he was told and crawled across the play-pen and they all swooned at the lace patterns on his nappy cover.  They’re having a fashion show tomorrow night and Eric will be modelling his baby outfit for them!”

“Sounds like everything is going swimmingly!” Sabrina observed.  Eric suc-ked disconsolately on his soother.  Everyone loved him being in nappies and baby dresses.  There seemed little chance that he was going to be reprieved.

“But maybe you’ve had enough?” Sabrina looked down on him sympathetically.  Eric looked up hopefully.  “Maybe it’s time you went back to school and your school friends.”  The thought of having to go back into his school class with all the girls having seen him being treated just like a real baby, changing his nappy and bottle feeding him, was horrific!  And the boys would be even worse!

Eric shook his head desperately.  “No?” Sabrina was surprised at how upset Eric appeared to be at the idea.  “It’s ok sweetie.  You can stay the way you are then”, she assured him.  What?  No!  Eric definitely didn’t want that!  But Sabrina had walked away satisfied that Eric wanted to stay as a baby.  He climbed to his feet and grabbed the side bars of his pen.  “Nnnngggghhhh!”  But Sabrina was gone.

His mother was there and had seen the exchange.  “I must contact Mrs. Davis.  She has offered to make him a new baby dress.  She found an old 50s pattern with gorgeous matching bonnet and frilly bloomers!  I told her to hold off as I wasn’t sure if he was staying in nappies.  But I must tell her to go ahead now.  You’ll get lots of wear from it!”  She smiled at him.  “Nnnnghhhhhh!”  Eric shook the bars of his play-pen and blubbered.  But his mother went off to phone Mrs Davis.

END OF SEASON 1.  WILL THE NETWORK RENEW IT FOR ANOTHER SEASON OR WILL IT BE CANCELLED?