Three Strikes by DaraJaney

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Three Strikes by DaraJaney (2008)

Jake tugged at the mittens strapped onto his hands. He stuck them under his arms and pulled but it was no use. “nnnggg” he groaned through the soother strapped in his mouth.

He sighed heavily as he realised that there was no way that he could get these mittens off. He looked down again at the nappy he was wearing. He grimaced. He was pinned into a cloth nappy and a pair of plastic pants, elasticated at the waist and legs, were pulled up over it. He pushed at the elasticated waist but it was useless. He was stuck in the nappy.

He looked up. His mother stood over him with her arms crossed firmly. Mrs. Lombard from up the road was by her side with a satisfied grin on her face. “A day in nappies and he’ll soon get a grip of himself.” Jake thought that this was a bit severe for shop-lifting a chocolate bar.

He had been stripped and put in the nappy shortly after his breakfast. He was regretting that large glass of orange juice now. He sat with his hands pressed against his groin trying to ease the pain. “mmmnnnggg” he pleaded though his soother.

Eventually he could hold out no longer. He peed heavily into the nappy. The warm urine spread quickly right around his bottom. It seemed to go on for ever. He was sure that the plastic pants could not handle it.

Finally he was done. The plastic pants felt swollen all around him. He moved a little and felt the excess liquid slosh around within the plastic.

The two women stood over him knowingly. “Have we wet our nappy?” Mrs. Lombard asked. Jake looked up slowly. His face was tear-stained. He nodded and stared at the floor.

“Very good”, she said, “I’ll prepare his bottle.” Jake looked up in surprise and watched her disappear into the kitchen.

Five minutes later she returned with a large bottle with a t-t on it. Jake looked at it ruefully. Mrs. Lombard reached behind his head for the buckle on the strap. She paused. “Now, are you going to take your bottle?”

Jake knew that he would be left sitting in his sodden nappy, su-king on the soother indefinitely if he did not agree. He nodded.

She unbuckled the strap and removed the soother. Jake barely had a chance to exercise his stiff jaw before the t-t was pushed in between his lips. He knew what he had to do. He suc-ked on the bottle and warm milk squirted into his mouth. “That’s a good baby.” He flinched.

As he suc-ked unhappily on the bottle he looked up at his mother, hoping that she would feel sorry for him. She looked on quite impassively. She seemed to accept that this was necessary.

It felt like an age before he had drained all the milk from the bottle. Mrs. Lombard replaced his soother. She watched him for a moment to see if she needed to strap it in again. He held it in his mouth and waited. “Good baby.”

She went into the kitchen again and Jake sat there hunched up. She returned with a plastic bowl holding a mush of unidentifiable food. He winced. She removed his soother again and started to spoon-feed him.

He opened his mouth when presented with the spoon. She pushed it into his mouth and he closed it over the spoon. She withdrew the spoon and he tentatively tasted the mush. He shuddered. He still couldn’t be sure what it was but it definitely involved his least favourite vegetables.

She presented him with another spoonful. Reluctantly he let her feed him. He winced after almost every spoonful until she had scraped every last scrap from the bowl.

“That’s a good baby”, she praised him as she replaced his soother. “I think we can change your nappy now.” She spread a plastic sheet on the floor and made Jake lie back on it. She pushed the excess urine up against the cloth nappy so that as much as possible was soaked up. Then she stuck her fingers under the elasticated waist and started to remove the plastic pants.

Jake lifted his bottom so that she could pull his plastic pants down. “Good baby”, she praised again. He frowned and wished she would stop that. She pulled his plastic pants right down his legs and off.

Then she carefully unpinned his nappy. Again he raised his bum so she could slide the soaked cloth out. “There we are”, she said as she dropped the nappy into a plastic bucket.

His mother put down a pack of baby-wipes and Mrs. Lombard proceeded to wipe around his groin. Jake just held on to his soother and watched glumly. “Turn over sweetie.” He rolled over and she wiped around his bottom. Then he felt powder being sprinkled and then spread over his bum. “Back again.”

He rolled over on his back. Mrs. Lombard powdered his front and he saw his mother kneeling there with a clean nappy. He winced. There was a slight hesitation when Mrs. Lombard told him to lift his bottom so that they could slide the clean nappy under him. “Come on now. You’d better co-operate or it might be a couple of days in nappies.” He whimpered and raised his bottom. She slid the nappy under and pulled it up either side and between his legs.

She pinned the various points at the front. She flapped out a dry pair of plastic pants. She pulled them over his ankles and up. He lifted his bottom and she pulled them over his nappy. She tucked in the stray bits of nappy at the front. Then she lifted his legs up in the air to check underneath. She held them there as she tucked him in.

“There we are”, she said cheerfully. “Thankfully only a number 1.” Jake looked up. He wondered would he have to do a number 2. They talked about keeping him in nappies for the whole day. Could he last without doing one?

Mrs. Lombard produced a few baby toys and put them on the floor beside Jake. “He should be able to manage them.” She showed him a toy with big buttons on it that played a different tune if each button was pressed. She pressed the first one. It started playing “Three Blind Mice”. “See?” she said. “Now you try.” Jake sighed. He figured he better do as he was told. He pushed a button with a mitten. It started playing “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.” “Very good!” Mrs. Lombard said. “OK. I’ll leave you to it”, she said standing up.

So Jake sat in the middle of the floor obediently playing with the various toys. Later his younger sister Pauline came back from her karate class. She roared laughing when she saw Jake sitting on the floor in his nappy shaking a rattle.

His mother cooked a proper dinner for herself and Pauline. He had to sit and watch as they got stuck into the roast chicken. When they were finished she produced another bottle for him. Pauline insisted on feeding it to him. She delighted in making him su-k every last drop. He knew he was going to fill another nappy soon.

An hour or so after his bottle it became clear that he would do more than a pee. He wet his nappy first but then waited for the inevitable. He realised that he couldn’t do it sitting down. His mother passed by. He looked up and whimpered through his soother. “What’s up honey?” she asked only semi-interested.

He climbed up onto his knees. His mother now stopped what she was doing and watched with interest. She called Pauline and they both stood there observing. His bottom waggled up and down and he gave a little grunt. A stool slid out and plopped into his nappy. He pushed again and a stream of poo gushed out with some flatulence. His mother put her hand to her face. “Alright honey, let me know when you’re done and I’ll get you changed.” Pauline continued watching him with a huge grin on her face. “Oh has baba got a dirty nappy?”

After about a minute, he reckoned he had done what he needed to do. His mother laid out the plastic sheet again. He grimaced as he went to sit on it. He hesitated but had no choice. He lowered his bottom onto the sheet and felt the poo ooze around his bottom.

When his mother pulled down his plastic pants she went “oohh” and held her nose. “Dear oh dear.” She slid the nappy off him and very carefully pulled the corners up and dropped it into the bucket.

He lay there facing the carpet as she wiped his bottom with tissues. This took a while before she could use the baby wipes. “Can I? Please?” Pauline asked her mother. He felt his sister wipe around his bottom. Soon he was powdered and pinned back in another nappy. He tried to figure out if he would wet himself again before bed-time.

Despite another bottle and a further feeding in the evening he managed to hold out. At around 9pm his mother said “one more bottle before bed”. He winced. She was going to put him to bed in the nappy. As he suc-ked on the bottle he knew it was inevitable that he would wet himself during the night.

And so it passed. He couldn’t sleep at all with the unfamiliar nappy wrapped around him. Around 3am he wet himself. He had to wake his mother to change him. He was put in his fourth nappy until morning. Then his punishment finally ended. “Let that be a lesson to you.”

And so it was. He was as good as gold over the next year. Then one day he was in the shop with his friend Kyle when the shopkeeper challenged them. He found a chocolate bar in Jake’s pocket. Jake was astonished. He looked at Kyle who couldn’t look him in the eye. The shopkeeper frog marched him home.

Within an hour Jake was sitting in the middle of the living room floor in a nappy, his hands strapped into mittens. He continued to plead his innocence until his mother pushed the soother into his mouth. She didn’t have to strap it in. He knew he just had to get this over with.

Mrs. Lombard arrived. She shook her head disappointedly. “We’ll just have to see if a week in nappies sorts him out.” “mmmpppffff?” “And he’ll need some proper baby clothes.”

Jake watched as she placed a large suitcase on the floor. She threw open the top and reached into it. She held up a pink frilly baby dress. “MMMPPPPFFFF!”

Jake twisted and struggled but soon he was buttoned into the baby dress. It flared at the br.east and he sat there with his arms resting on the layers of petticoats underneath. Mrs. Lombard placed a matching bonnet on his head. His struggles stopped when he was warned that he would be left in a wet or soiled nappy for hours if he didn’t do what he was told.

So he blubbered as Mrs. Lombard tied the bonnet under his chin. She flapped out a pair of pink pettipants. Jake whimpered as she pulled them up over his plastic pants. He could only look on as she tied pink fleecy booties on his feet. “There we are.”

But she wasn’t finished. She returned to her house and came back carrying a wooden barred play pen. The women erected the four sides around Jake. They placed various baby toys and cuddly animals in the pen with him. He could easily have climbed out but knew he had to behave himself.

His mother insisted that he play with his toys while she pottered around the room. Mrs. Lombard had left again. A few minutes later he could hear something being rolled up the drive. His mother went to the door and he heard the object being rolled into the kitchen.

His mother came, pulled him up on his feet and let him out of the play-pen. She escorted him to the kitchen. When he went in the door he saw a large high-chair there. He dug his heels in. “nnnngggg!” His mother pushed him and his fleece booties just slid on the wooden floor.

She made him step up into the chair. Mrs. Lombard pulled straps over his shoulders and around his waist and clicked them in place at his chest. She pulled the straps firmly tight. Then she swung a tray around in front of him and clicked it in place.

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The women went to the work tops to prepare a bottle. Jake tried to wriggle a bit in the chair. He was held tightly. He looked down at the catch on the straps. There was no way he could open it with his hands in mittens. He shook the tray to see if there was any give. It didn’t budge.

His mother came over with a bottle, removed his soother and pushed the t-t in. Jake suc-ked on his bottle. Mrs. Lombard took over for the second half. When he finally finished his mother replaced his soother. Then she took a plastic line, attached one end to his soother and the other to his dress. “There you go. So you never lose your soother.”

His mother went to mash up some vegetables while Mrs. Lombard tied a bib around Jake’s neck. He saw his mother pour some prune juice over the vegetable mash and mix it in.

When she came over with his bowl he gave her a desperately pleading look. She presented him with a spoonful. He really didn’t want to eat it. “Come on love, it will help keep things moving for your week in nappies.” Tears came to his eyes at the mention of being treated just like a baby for a whole week. He looked down miserably at his frilly dress.

Eventually he opened his mouth and his mother fed him his vegetable-prune mix. He was completely powerless, strapped firmly into his high-chair, having this dreadful mash shovelled into his mouth.

His sister came back from her martial arts. Her jaw fell open when she saw Jake in his high-chair being spoon-fed. Her eyes swept up and down as she took in his bonnet, pink dress, bib and his booties dangling in mid-air.

“Let me, let me!” she insisted as she ran over to his high-chair. His mother fetched a small stool for her to stand on so she could spoon-feed her big brother.

He was so relieved when the bowl was empty but she asked was there anymore. There was another half bowlful and he winced as his mother scooped it into his bowl.

When that was finished he was let out of the high-chair. He jumped down on to the floor and his mother led him back towards the living room. Pauline burst out laughing. Jake stopped and turned around. What did she find so funny all of a sudden? She was looking below his dress.

His mother giggled. “Come here.” She led him into the hallway where there was a full length mirror. He could see that his dress only half covered his nappy. The frilly pink panties could be seen stretching over the bulge of his nappy. He could see why Pauline found it so funny.

He was put back in his play-pen. Pauline was delighted to see her brother back in nappies. She made him play with the dolls in his pen. When she finally got bored she found an old video of Barney and put it on, turned the sound up and left her brother sitting in front of it confined to his pen.

The day continued with a series of nappy changes and feedings. Pauline made sure to be present to help at all times. At 8pm his mother insisted that he was to go to bed. She led him up to his bedroom. There was a pink wooden cot positioned beside his bed. “Mmmnnnggg!” His mother lowered the side bars and made him get in. He whimpered as he climbed into his cot. His mother raised the bars and clicked them in place.

Then Pauline came in. “Don’t forget his bottle.” “Good girl, I nearly forgot”, his mother thanked her. Jake suc-ked on his bottle, glaring at the smug Pauline, realising that he would inevitably wet himself during the night.

When he was finished his bottle his mother made him lie down in the cot. She insisted that he take a doll under his arm and she tucked him in. She switched on a baby monitor on the bed-side table. Jake looked out through the bars and saw the red light on the baby monitor. Then they withdrew from the room leaving a nightlight glowing in the corner.

He lay there for hours, not the least bit tired. He saw Pauline peep in the door at regular intervals and heard her titter. He did eventually fall asleep but woke in the middle of the night with a bursting bladder.

He let it go. Because he was lying back the warmth spread all around his nappy from top to bottom. When he was finished he turned towards the baby monitor. He emitted a few whimpers and gradually raised the volume. There was no response for several minutes.

He started to become genuinely upset at being stuck in a cot in a soaked nappy. Tears started to flow and his blubbering eventually woke his mother. She came into the room and over to the cot. “Oh dear, what’s wrong? Where’s your soother?” She rummaged around the cot and found it. “There you go”, she said softly as she pushed it into his mouth.

She lowered the side of the cot and let him out. She selected another clean nappy from the large pile. Soon he was tucked up in his cot clutching a dolly.

The promise to keep him in nappies for a week was no idle threat. On the third day Mrs. Lombard produced a second baby dress for him. The lilac dress was covered in layers of frills that fluttered in unison as Jake moved around. He had matching bloomers with legs that came to just above his knees.

Friends were told that he was grounded. Pauline was sworn to secrecy which was very difficult for her. She could hardly bear not telling her friends of her brother’s humiliation.

At the end of the week Mrs. Lombard arrived to take away the baby paraphernalia. As they removed Jake’s baby dress she warned him: “Remember. Three strikes and your out.” He wondered what exactly this meant but decided not to ask for elaboration. He was just relieved to be out of nappies.

He was the best behaved boy ever for the following weeks. His mother was delighted with the effect of his punishment.

One day he was lying back on his bed when the doorbell rang. A man conversed with his mother for a while. Then Jake heard them come towards his room. His mother came in and he saw Mr. Tobin standing behind her. He owned the local electrical shop. Jake was puzzled.

His mother looked purposefully around the room. “What’s up?” Jake asked. His mother said nothing but started to rummage around the place.

She opened his wardrobe. She took out a brand new CD player. Jake was astonished. “What’s this?” his mother asked crossly. He was speechless. There was nothing Jake could say to convince them that he hadn’t robbed the player anyway.

Pauline stood in the hallway sniggering. “Leave this to me”, her mother told Mr. Tobin. He left with the CD player. After a few minutes Mrs. Lombard arrived.

Pauline could hear the protests from Jake’s room. “Please no! It wasn’t me. Honestly! I don’t know who mmmpppffff. Ngngngng!” From then on she could only hear Jake’s muffled protests.

Eventually the door of his room opened. The two women held him firmly by the arms and led him out. Jake was back in his pink baby dress. His panicked eyes stared out from beneath his bonnet. His fleece booties slid along the wooden floor. His hands were back in mittens. “Mmmhhhhnnnn” he blurted through the soother strapped into his mouth. Pauline could see the bulge of his nappy beneath the pink frilly panties.

He was placed in the middle of the living room floor and the play-pen was erected around him. He stood up. Mrs. Lombard pushed him down again, pulled a harness over his chest and tied the rein to the bottom corner of the play-pen. She closed the sides with a click. Jake was confined to the play-pen and sat there looking up at them helplessly.

His mother crossed her arms. “That’s it. Three strikes and you’re out.” Jake gave her a puzzled look. “You’ll stay in nappies now until you’re 18.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Mmmhhhggg?” “That’s right”, his mother said and walked away.

“Mmmppffff!” Jake got onto his knees. The reins wouldn’t allow him to stand up. Pauline was beside herself with joy. She looked down on her big brother in his play-pen that was about to become his home for a few years.

Jake grabbed the bars of the pen. His mother had left the room. He looked at Mrs. Lombard. “You were warned”, she said before turning away. Jake started shaking the bars. “MMMMPPPPGGGG!” He looked at Pauline. She smiled broadly at him.

The women quietly went about the business of equipping Jake for his new life. They placed lots of dolls and toys in the play pen with him. The high-chair reappeared in the kitchen along with baby bottles and plastic bowls and spoons.

“You’ll need a proper changing table now that he’ll be permanently in nappies”, Mrs. Lombard suggested. Jake whimpered continuously through his soother and repeatedly shook the bars of his play-pen to be let out but they just ignored him.

He studied his harness and the catch on the play-pen but he was completely helpless with his hands in mittens. The cot was brought back into his room.

When they wanted to bring him for his feeding the two women grasped him firmly again and marched him to the high-chair in the kitchen. He was firmly strapped in. His mother untied his soother and Mrs. Lombard pushed the t-t of his baby bottle into his mouth. He turned his head and milk squirted down his bib.

“Please Mum! Please don’t mmnngg.” Mrs. Lombard was determined to make him su-k. She slapped his arm when he continued to resist. “Don’t be bold. You just have to do what you’re told.” Eventually Jake realised that resistance was futile and reluctantly suc-ked on the bottle.

Pauline was allowed to take over his feeding. She held his bottle until he was finished and then spoon-fed him a vegetable mush. “This is great”, his mother said. “I can make sure that he eats up all his vegetables in future.”

At the end of his feeding Pauline pushed his soother back in. He didn’t resist so they didn’t strap it in. He was led back to the pen. He obediently sat down in the middle so they didn’t have to tie his harness to the side.

He wanted to protest and jump out but he knew that there was no point. He looked down at the baby toys around him. Was he going to spend the next three years playing with rattles and letter blocks and dolls? He sat there hoping that it would turn out to be a big bluff. But they’d already had him in nappies for a week so how long would he have to wait before he could tell if they were bluffing or not.

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Before long he felt the need to take a pee. He wondered if there was any point trying to hold it off when he started peeing anyway. He was surprised to feel the warm urine pour into his nappy. Before, he’d had to try to relax and let it go – which is not easy when you know it’s going to fill your nappy.

When his mother came into the room he climbed to his knees and put his hands on the side bars. He gave a plaintive “mmmppppffff?” His mother looked over. “What’s up honey?” He looked sadly down at his nappy. “Are we wet?” He nodded. “OK. Well I’ll change you in a short while.”

He frowned. Why couldn’t she change him now? He sat down carefully on his soggy nappy. A few minutes later his tummy rumbled. Within seconds poo gushed from his bottom. He was stunned. He hadn’t felt that coming until the last minute and then it just came.

He looked up at his mother. Tears ran down his face. “What’s wrong? Has baba done poo-poo?” she asked. He realised that they must have put something in his bottle or his food. He was unable to control either his number 1s or number 2s.

He burst out crying. “There, there”, his mother soothed him as she opened the side of the pen. “That’s right you can’t control it anymore. You’re going to wet and soil yourself just like a real baby. It’s so that you realise that you’ll need nappies all the time. You’ll soon get used to it honey.”

He blubbered all the way to his new changing table. Blubbered all the way though the change. His mother shaved all around his groin area and rubbed in hair-growth retardant. “We have to keep you nice and smooth down there now that you’re back in nappies permanently”, she explained.

He sat morosely back in his play-pen. It wasn’t looking good. They were putting on a fairly convincing show if they were bluffing.

In the afternoon they wanted him to take a nap. His mother brought him to his room where the cot was set up again. She took off his dress and put him in a thin pink nightie. He sat into the cot and she raised the side bars and locked them in place.

She made him hold a teddy and lie back. He looked out through the side bars and watched as they stripped his bed. Then the two women lifted the mattress and brought it out the door. Jake got up on his knees. “Mmmhhhnnnggg?”

When they came back to the room he looked up desperately at his mother and clung to the side bars. “Mmmffffgggg.” They lifted up his bed. He started shaking the bars. “MMMNNNNHHH!” “But you won’t need it anymore honey now you’ve got your cot”, his mother explained. “You just lie down and nap.” But the tears started to flow again. How could he snooze while this was going on? This was really beginning to look permanent.

Then the women came back with large black plastic bags. His mother gathered together all his shirts and trousers hanging in the wardrobe and threw them into one bag. Mrs. Lombard started emptying the drawers into the other bag. He watched as his shorts and socks disappeared. Jake flopped back in his cot. This was fast becoming irreversible.

He was shaking the bars again as they took the full bags from the room. He looked around. The wardrobe was completely bare as were the drawers.

Then Pauline came in holding up his lilac dress. She also carried two other baby dresses. She held them up so he could get a good look. There was a lemon smock with a white lacey pinafore attached. Then she showed him his new mint green dress with a ruffle butt.

She hung his baby dresses in the wardrobe. Then she placed his matching panties and bloomers, his bonnets and booties in the drawers. She looked over at him. “You are going to be the prettiest baby ever!”

His mother insisted that he lie down for his nap. Then they left him on his own. He was left to contemplate the real prospect of three years in nappies and baby dresses. He couldn’t help himself but glance repeatedly over at the open wardrobe and take in his new attire.

He suc-ked a couple of times on his soother, realised what he was doing and spat it out in disgust. Pauline looked in the door a few minutes later. She tut-tutted and came over to his cot. She took the soother and pushed it into his mouth. He gave her a dirty look but kept the soother in when she left. He figured he had better do as he was told. He suc-ked a couple of times.

In the evening he was strapped into his high-chair which was placed at the end of the table. He was given his bottle and told to hold it up himself. He suc-ked on his bottle while the others had their dinner. Then Pauline spoon-fed him his pureed food. Occasionally some food got stuck on his face and she carefully scraped it off and fed it to him.

Shortly after his meal, he peed and pooed again. He didn’t know had they given him more things to make him do that or if the original dose was still working. He never saw what they put in his meals.

After dinner they wheeled his high-chair to the window looking out on the back garden. Mrs. Lombard rolled an old barrel into the middle of the terracing. She started a fire in it. Jake watched as his mother brought out the two black plastic bags.

Jake squirmed in high-chair as his mother emptied the bag containing his shorts and socks straight into the fire. Pauline took each pair of trousers out of the other bag one by one. She held up each pair so that Jake could have a good look before she dropped it in the fire. When it came to the last pair she made a real meal of it. She gave him a wide smirk, shook the trouser legs in front of him and slowly lowered it into the fire.

All of his boy’s clothes were gone. His bed was gone. His toilet control was gone. He was really left in little doubt that they meant to keep him like a baby for a very long time.

Then he was put up in his cot, which now occupied the spot where his bed was. He was given a teddy and tucked in. His mother turned on the baby monitor and he was left with the night light on.

Pauline kept a constant watch and he knew he had to keep his soother in. It was hours before he finally nodded off. He had vague recollections of feeling the soother being pushed back into his mouth as he dozed.

In the middle of the night he awoke already wet. He did a number 2 almost immediately. He cried into the baby monitor for about five minutes without response. When his mother eventually came, she found him clutching the bars of his cot with tears flowing down his face, su-king on his soother “There, there, was mummy slow to come to you?” She got a tissue and dried his tears before letting him out of the cot for changing.

The next morning Mrs. Lombard babysat him while his mother and Pauline went shopping. They returned with bumper packs of rusks and baby wipes.

Pauline stood in front of Jake unwrapping a small packet. She pulled out a pair of pink woollen tights. She let the legs dangle in front of Jake and watched the look on his face.

His mother let him out of the high-chair and he wriggled to get free but she held him firm as she pulled down his frilly panties. Then the women lifted him up in the seat again and Pauline took off his booties. She flapped out the tights and the women held the squirming boy firmly as she pulled them over one foot then the other. Then she pulled them up his legs and over his nappy.

His mother pulled his frilly panties up over his tights and sat him in the chair again. He was quickly strapped back into the high-chair and his booties were restored. The women stood back and admired him.

Pauline examined about a dozen other packets containing pairs of tights of various pastel shades and white. Jake sat crossly in his chair, mercifully spared the sight of his pink tights below the tray.

“Aw, you can’t see yourself properly can you?” his mother observed. She wheeled him in front of the hall mirror and left him there. Jake looked morosely at his pink legs dangling below his tray.

Later Mrs. Lombard produced a rocking horse. She placed this in the front window almost up against the net curtains. Jake was freed from his high-chair and they brought him over to the rocking horse.

He grumbled through his soother as they made him climb on the horse. He lowered his thickly nappied bottom onto the seat. The women pulled his hands down onto two handles either side of the horse’s head. They strapped his wrists to the horse.

The three of them stood back to admire him. Pauline tilted the horse forward and then let it go. The horse rocked back and forth and continued to do so, only gradually slowing down over minutes.

“Lean forward”, his mother instructed him. Jake obeyed and the rocking resumed. He just hung on until it stopped again. They watched expectantly. He leaned forward. “Good baby.”

Then Mrs. Lombard pulled back the net curtains from the bay window. “Mmmffffgggg!” Jake protested. He looked out quite startled at the street. He struggled at the straps on his wrist. This only succeeded in starting the rocking again. The three of them left him to it as he continued to rock uncontrollably.

His eyes darted up and down the street as he watched desperately to see if anyone could see him. When the rocking stopped he sat there frozen, afraid that any movement would start it again.

Lucinda from Pauline’s class came down the street. Jake was still sitting dead steady. Pauline noticed this and came over and kick-started the rocking horse again. Lucinda saw the movement and stopped. Jake could see her squint as she tried to make out the strange sight. Her eyes widened.

She came closer to the house. Jake lowered his head, hiding behind the trim of his bonnet. He looked down at his dress. He couldn’t see below the volume of his petticoats but was pretty sure that his frilly panties would be visible and there was no doubt that his pink tights were.

Lucinda came up to the window. Pauline tilted the rocking horse right back so that Jake’s face was visible to Lucinda. Her hand went to her face. She burst out laughing. Jake could see her taking it all in, his bonnet, his dress, his tights. Then she gave a stronger burst of laughing and it was obvious that she had noticed the thick nappy under his frilly panties.

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She looked back up the street. Jake followed her line of sight. “Carla, Frances, Georgina come here! You’ll never believe this.” The girls ran over. “Jake in a baby dress and nappy!”

They roared laughing. “Look at those pink tights!” “And he’s su-king on a soother!” Jake had become so used to the soother already that he’d forgotten it. There wasn’t much point in spitting it out now. It would just dangle from his dress anyway.

He realised that his life was now over. He would prefer to stay in his play-pen and cot from now on. He could never face his friends and neighbours again. A crowd of children gathered outside the window. Then they were joined by adults. Soon people were pushing each other to get a good view.

His mother opened the window so she could explain to the onlookers. They had never told anyone about his previous punishments but his mother told them the story and explained that he was now going to be kept as a sissy baby until he was eighteen. The neighbours were delighted.

Most of the women and girls offered to babysit him. The boys laughed their heads off until some mothers warned that if they didn’t behave themselves they might meet the same fate. That shut them up anyway.

Jake was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Then there was a loud burst of flatulence and those with sharper hearing heard a gushing noise. This brought the crowd to a horrified silence. Obviously many of them had not realised how serious his predicament was. Most tittered as Jake got off the rocking horse very gingerly but some maintained a sympathetic silence.

Pauline asked if her friend Lucinda could help change Jake. He lay back red-faced as his sister pulled down his frilly pink panties and then his pink tights. Lucinda was beaming. He had always thought that she was quite attractive but any chance that he had with her was pretty well shot now that she was watching him have his nappy changed.

The girls wretched as they removed his plastic pants and nappy but giggled intermittently. Lucinda asked to be let powder his bottom. He was relieved that he was face down while she did it and suc-ked hard on his soother to try to distract himself. “Ah look, baba loves his soother”, she commented.

They brought him back to his play-pen once his clean nappy was on and his tights and frilly panties were restored. They made him play with his rattles, dolls and coloured blocks. The net curtains were still drawn back and people regularly came up to the window to see the extraordinary sight. The girls would make Jake crawl on his knees so that everyone could see the bulge of his nappy under the frilly panties because otherwise they wouldn’t believe it.

By afternoon Jake was exhausted. He lay down in the play-pen and dozed off. He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep but when he woke he realised that he was being lifted up.

He tried to waken properly but could only just about make out his mother and Mrs. Lombard. He was lowered into a chair and felt himself being strapped in. He tried to resist but was still weak from his nap. He felt the straps being tightened.

Then he was propelled forward. The surprise made him wake up properly. He realised that he was in a push-chair. He was being pushed towards the front door of the house. “Mmmnnnngggg!” He wriggled in the push-chair but he was held firmly in with straps across his chest joined to another that came up between his legs. “MMMHHHHFFFF!”

“Pauline and Lucinda are just going to take you out for some nice fresh air”, his mother said. “NNNNGGGG!” “I must get him a dolly”, he heard Pauline say from behind his push-chair. She left him there in front of the hall mirror. Lucinda was waiting with her hand on the chair handle and smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

The strap up between his legs pinned his petticoats up against his chest and exposed his frilly panties for all to see. His legs were obviously splayed by the thick nappy he was wearing. He wriggled desperately to get free but he could only waggle his legs in his pink tights. Lucinda was amused by his helplessness.

Pauline arrived back with a dolly and handed it to him. Lucinda pushed him towards the front door while Pauline went to open it. He whimpered and wriggled but was pushed relentlessly towards the outdoors.

Lucinda bumped his push-chair down the two steps and he was in the open. He clutched his dolly and suc-ked on his soother. He looked up and down the street, having to turn his head the full 90 degrees in either direction because his bonnet restricted his view.

Children were running towards them. “Look! It’s Jake in his baby dress.” “He really is wearing a nappy!” “Look at those frilly panties and pink tights!” “Ha, ha! He’s su-king on his soother!”

Tears were streaming down his face. “Oh poor baba is upset about something”, a girl teased. “Why don’t you su-k on your soother baba.”

Pauline and Lucinda pushed him slowly down the street allowing everyone to get a good view. They soon reached the main road with heavy traffic passing in both directions. There were dozens of startled people on the footpaths.

Jake could not believe that he was being propelled down the main street in a baby buggy wearing a pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly panties and pink tights with everyone staring at his obvious nappy and laughing at the way he was su-king on his soother and hugging his dolly.

The girls brought him to a diner. Pauline held the door open while Lucinda manoeuvred the push-chair in the door. “Hi everyone!” Four of their friends were seated in the last booth. They jumped out and rushed over to get a closer look. “Is that Jake?!” “Why is he dressed like a baby girl?” “Is he actually wearing a nappy?” “Isn’t he adorable!” “I love his pink tights and those frilly panties.” “Bring him over here beside our booth.”

Lucinda positioned the push-chair against the back wall and put on the brake. The entire diner looked on at the extraordinary sight. The girls ordered drinks and started to explain to their friends why Jake was in nappies. “And he has to use his nappies?” “Until he’s eighteen? Are you serious?” “Serves him right. He won’t do it again.”

Eventually their conversation went on to other things but the girls couldn’t take their eyes off him. Later on, Pauline glanced at the clock. “Oh it’s time for his bottle”, she announced. The girls all tittered and watched eagerly. Pauline reached into a bag stored behind Jake and pulled out a bottle with milk in it.

She called a waitress. “Could you heat this up for him please?” The waitress was only too eager to oblige. After a few minutes she returned and Pauline proceeded to bottle-feed Jake. He obediently started to su-k on his bottle and the girls all laughed. They insisted on taking it in turns to feed him.

Lucinda tipped up the bottle to make sure he got every last drop. “And we mustn’t forget your di-di”, she said as she slipped his soother back in.

Shortly afterwards Jake realised that he was about to do a number 2. “Mmmfffppp.” “What’s wrong baba?” Pauline asked. “Is you nappy wet?” Jake winced. “No? What’s up then?”

Poo exploded into his nappy. “Ew!” Pauline jumped up. “I think we’d better get him home.” Everyone in the diner winced as he was pushed past them.

He was actually relieved to be tucked up in his cot that night. He was now safe from all the teasing and taunting. The thick nappy spreading his legs apart was a constant reminder of his new status though.

He stared out through the bars of his cot. His baby dresses looked back at him. Those were all he had to wear now. This time alone allowed him to think about the future. It looked quite bleak.

There seemed little doubt that he was going to spend the next three years being treated just like a baby girl. He had no boy’s clothes, no proper underwear, just his nappies and drawers full of tights and frillies. He couldn’t control his toilet so he had no choice but to accept being in nappies. They clearly were giving him something in his food to make him lose control but he couldn’t feed himself so he had no choice but to let them spoon-feed and bottle-feed him whatever they wanted.

Tears started to flow. He suc-ked on his soother. He clutched his teddy tighter. He started blubbering. Pauline passed the door and heard. She came in and looked into the cot. Her brother’s face was wet with tears. He suc-ked on his soother and whimpered pointless pleas.

“Now there’s no point in getting upset”, she said leaning on the side bars. “This is the way it’s going to be. You just have to accept that.” He cried harder. “You’re just a helpless sissy baby who needs his nappies and that’s the way you’re going to stay until you’re eighteen. So you’d be better off just dealing with it.” She turned and walked out leaving the sobbing boy behind her.

The next day proceeded with everyone acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world. His mother let him out of his cot and changed his nappy. His sister spoon-fed him his rusks in his high chair as he clutched a dolly. He spent the morning in his play-pen. He was fed a bottle every four hours and was spoon-fed his lunch and put down for a nap.

He was awoken with a little shake from his mother. “Wakey, wakey, babykins.” He heard a tittering. “Look who’s here to see you sleepy-eye.” Jake rolled onto his back and tried to open his eyes. His mother leant on the side bars and he could see that there was someone at the end of the bed.

He rubbed his eyes with his mittens. “Hiya!” It was Cynthia. His new girlfriend. He had finally gotten to go out with her the last two weeks and was hopeful that it was going to come to something. He had almost forgotten about her in his predicament. Cynthia was nearly two years older than him and all the guys were after her. She was always particularly friendly to him but took some persuading to go out with him.

Jake hoped that she of all people would sympathise and protest at their keeping him like this. “Mmmmppppfff!” He climbed up on his knees and looked up at her desperately. She smiled back at him. She looked down at his nappy and sniggered. “Isn’t he adorable?” she commented. This wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. He shook the bars, making it very clear that he was held there against his will. “MMMMnnnnngggg!”

But Cynthia just smiled at him. His mother looked down. “Did you wet yourself during your nap?” Jake looked down to check. He hadn’t even noticed that his nappy was sodden. He winced. This kind of undermined his case. “Let me get you changed”, his mother said lowering the side bars. “How often does he need changing?” Cynthia asked.

“Four-five times a day”, his mother told her. Jake looked mortified. “Aw, you can’t help it can you?” Cynthia tried to consol him. There was little chance of her demanding his release if she thought that he needed to be in nappies.

His mother brought him to his changing table. Cynthia examined the powders and creams. She laid her hand on the tall pile of thick nappies. As Jake lay back and raised his bottom his mother said “why don’t you pick out his outfit?” “Great! Can I?” Cynthia asked enthusiastically. Jake winced.

Cynthia opened his wardrobe. “Oh my Gawd!” Jake looked over hopefully. Maybe she hadn’t realised that they were making him wear baby dresses and humiliating frilly panties. She definitely wouldn’t want to see her boyfriend like that.

“They’re so pretty!” Jake froze. “Can I put him in this yellow smock?” Jake flopped back on the changing table. “Of course dear, whatever you like.” Cynthia examined his other baby dresses. “I love this pinafore”, she said settling on the yellow smock. She ran her fingers through the attached petticoats.

“His other things are in the drawers there”, his mother told her. She practically ran over in enthusiasm. She pulled out a drawer. “Oh such pretty panties.” “There should be a matching pair”, his mother told her. She rummaged around holding each pair up to see properly and to study the rows of frills. She found the yellow panties.

She walked over to the changing table holding up the yellow smock and with her other hand holding the frilly panties. She looked down at Jake, clearly trying to visualise him in it.

His mother pinned his clean nappy on him, pulled up his plastic panties and proceeded to put his yellow smock on him. Cynthia had returned to the drawers. As Jake’s head emerged through the smock Cynthia was striding towards him. “Can I put him in these yellow tights?” Jake winced at the sight of her enthusiastically holding up the pair of tights right in front of him. “Absolutely”, his mother said.

Cynthia went to put the tights on him herself. Jake wanted to cry. He was never going to have a proper relationship with this girl now that she was so delightedly dressing him like a baby girl.

He lifted his bottom to let her pull the tights up over his nappy. Then she pulled the frilly panties up. His mother tied booties on his feet. “His matching bonnet should be in the bottom drawer.” Cynthia practically skipped over to it.

She came back and placed the bonnet on his head. She smiled sweetly right into his face as she tied the ribbon in a bow under his head, tugging slightly on one side to even it up carefully.

Then she stood back to admire him. Jake frowned and jumped down off the changing table. He waddled across the room. “Oh his baby dress is so short!” Cynthia noticed. “His frilly panties look so sweet.” “It’s time for his bottle”, his mother told her, “would you like to oblige.”

Naturally Cynthia was delighted to. He was strapped into his high-chair. His mother took care to show her how the straps and catches work to hold him in safely. Cynthia pushed the t-t of the bottle into his mouth and he started su-king. She tittered.

“Would you mind watching him while I run down to the shops?” his mother asked. “Sure!” His mother fetched her bag and left.

Jake looked up at Cynthia as he suc-ked on his bottle. Was this his chance? If he begged her to help free him, would she? She held his bottle firmly to his mouth so he had no choice but to continue su-king.

She let him breathe every now and then and he considered talking to her but she reinserted the t-t before he plucked up enough courage. He finally finished the bottle and she removed it. “Cynmmmggghhh” he said as she quickly inserted his soother.

He spat it out. “Cynthia please help me!” She looked almost surprised. “Please let me out of this high-chair”, he kicked his yellow legs in frustration. “They’re punishing me for supposedly shop-lifting a CD player but it was a plant!” Cynthia looked at him dubiously. “It was! Honestly.”

“But you need to be in nappies”, she reminded him. “You wet yourself during your nap.” He winced at the reminder. “But…” He sighed, she was right. “I’m not taking you away from here and changing your nappies all day. Where would you go?” Jake thought about it. “Bring me to the social services”, he begged, “they wouldn’t allow them to treat me like this.”

“Ah no, I’m not going against your mother like that”, Cynthia said firmly. He looked crestfallen. “But mmmfffgggg!” She reinserted his soother. “You just have to take your punishment.” “MMMGGGGHHHH!” “Now stop it. If your mother comes back and sees you talking, I’ll be in trouble.” Jake sighed heavily.

She let him out of the high-chair but brought him to his play-pen. He sat down in the middle and she carefully locked the catch. She wanted to see him play with all his rattles and dolls. This was not how he envisaged his third date.

A week passed that felt more like a year. He was so bored spending most of his time in the play-pen with nothing but rattles, dolls and clunky baby toys to play with. Any books that he had were big cardboard-paged story books with one sentence on each page. He almost looked forward to his regular bottles and feedings.

Cynthia called regularly and although he was acutely embarrassed she was a very nice girl and treated him well. She always brought a lollipop for him. His sister Pauline and her friend spent an hour or so with him every day, usually teasing him and making him act as babyish as possible but even that was a diversion from the boredom.

One day Mrs. Lombard suggested to his mother that they visit another “big baby” that she knew in the next town. They arrived at a normal enough looking house. They were shown into the nursery which was expensively and thoroughly kitted out with elaborately decorated play-pen, cot and high-chair. There was nursery print wallpaper and pink lacy curtains and the room smelt of scented talc-um powder.

Sitting the in play-pen was a very grumpy looking big baby. Jake supposed it was a boy but you could never tell if you didn’t know. Long ringlets dangled beneath the lace trim of his bonnet. He sat in the middle of voluminous petticoats that ballooned around him.

“This is Kevin”, Mrs. Lombard explained. “He’s been back in nappies a year now. Isn’t that right?” Kevin glared at her and nodded. Jake felt sick. Any hopes he retained that they couldn’t keep him in nappies for years were evaporating rapidly.

He noticed that Kevin was kept in a harness that was tied to the bars of the play-pen. Obviously even after a year, he could not be trusted to stay in his pen. His mother told him to play with his doll. He folded his arms defiantly. “Now, now. Don’t be bold in front of our visitors.”

Kevin didn’t budge. “Right, you know what bold babies get.” His mother walked out of the room. Jake noticed the worried look on Kevin’s face. His mother returned with a large baby bottle of prune juice. Kevin whimpered. His mother removed his soother and pushed the t-t into his mouth. He pulled back but she held the back of his head and pressed the t-t into his mouth until he started su-king.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as Kevin continued to su-k. “I don’t know what we’re going to do”, his mother sighed. “He just won’t accept that he’s a sissy baby. He keeps resisting, which just brings more misery on himself.”

Mrs. Lombard told them that there was another big baby near by. Jake’s mother was surprised. “Yes there are more than you’d think.”

Once again they were shown into a completely kitted out nursery. The curtains were drawn and lullabies played on a tape machine. Roger’s mother hushed them and they crept over to the cot. Jake looked in. Roger was su-king rhythmically on his soother. A cabbage patch doll was clutched tightly to his chest.

His mother reached over the side-bars and stroked his cheek. “Wake up sleepy head”, she said sweetly. Roger blinked several times, sat up and rubbed his eyes with his mittened hands. He saw the visitors. He was initially embarrassed. “My little darling has visitors”, his mother said brightly. Roger smiled shyly.

“How is our nappy?” his mother asked. He looked down ashamedly. Jake noticed that he was wearing an exceptionally thick cloth nappy. “Just a couple of wettings is it?” his mother asked. He nodded. “You’ll be fine for another while then.”

She lowered the side bars and let him out. She opened the wardrobe. “Which pretty dress does my sweetie want to wear?” She pointed to a few relatively plain dresses and Roger shook his head each time. When she pointed to the most heavily flared baby pink dress he smiled and nodded.

“You want to wear your prettiest dress for our visitors do you?” Roger nodded again and held the smile. She pulled the dress over his head and zipped him up. “Do you want to wear tights honey?” Jake couldn’t believe that he nodded enthusiastically. His mother pulled thick white tights up over his nappy. Then she pulled up the matching bloomers.

Once she tied his bonnet under his chin, she took his hand and helped him to waddle over to the play-pen. The moment he sat down he picked up a large doll and tucked it under his arm as if he had been dying to play with it.

Jake was probably more disturbed by the boy who seemed to happily accept being treated like a sissy baby than the boy who was still resisting after a year. But Roger was presented with a lollipop and he looked quite delighted when he removed the soother and replaced it with his lollipop. Jake thought maybe things would be easier if he just accepted his fate and acted the perfect sissy baby.

The women went into the kitchen to make coffee. The two boys looked at each other. Roger’s smile disappeared. He gave Jake a desperately pleading look. He got up on his knees and looked down distastefully at his pink baby dress. He shook the bars of his cot. So the cute happy baby act was just that, an act. This boy was really just as frustrated as the other one.

They could hear the conversation from the kitchen. “Roger’s hair is nearly long enough now to put in ringlets. I know he can’t wait” his mother said. Roger gave Jake another desperate look.

They heard footsteps coming. Roger sat back down in the pen, took his doll again and smiled up sweetly.

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A month dragged by. Then another one. And another. Jake slowly became accustomed to his new life. His toys and rattles gradually became more interesting to him - everything is relative. He started to get interested in the story books. His mother smiled as he groaned through his soother for one more story before she turned the light off.

He started to nod off during his afternoon naps. He would wake to find his soother still in his mouth all that time. If he was engrossed in a particularly good episode of Barney on the TV he might only realise that his nappy was wet at the end of the programme.

He was an obedient baby for his mother. He took all his bottles and yucky food without resistance. There was no point anyway. But he was determined never to pretend that he was in any way happy with being kept in nappies or baby dresses or tights.

Mrs. Lombard called around every now and then. “Do you need any more laxatives or diuretics”, she asked his mother. “No you’re fine. I gradually reduced the doses as you advised. I haven’t given him anything for a month now.” Jake looked glum. “He’s continued wetting and soiling himself uncontrollably anyway. Often in his sleep.” Jake suc-ked hard on his soother. He had assumed that they had continued giving him things to make him do that but it was obvious that he had in fact lost all control.

He resolved to try to get control back now that he knew, but an hour later he realised he was wet again and had never even realised that he was going to do it.

He overheard his mother and Mrs. Lombard conversing in the kitchen. “Well, he’s almost the complete baby now but, I don’t know, there’s still something missing”, his mother said. “I think I know”, Mrs. Lombard said. He didn’t think much further about it.

A couple of days later Mrs. Lombard arrived accompanied by a young woman she introduced as Colette. She was a tall buxom woman. She sat on the sofa. Jake’s mother let him out of his pen and told him to sit on her lap. Colette patted her lap and smiled at him. Jake sat on her lap and she took him in her arms. “What a cute little baby”, she commented.

Jake smiled shyly. Then much to his surprise she pulled up her t-shirt revealing her left br.east. She placed her right hand at the back of his head, removed his soother with her left hand and proceeded to push his face towards her br.east. Jake resisted but she was strong and soon his mouth was pressed against her nipple.

He whimpered but she said “go on honey”. A little dribble of milk came from her and he almost instinctively went to lick it up and suddenly he found himself suc-kling. His mother and Mrs. Lombard looked most satisfied. “That’s a good baby.”

Jake couldn’t believe he was doing this but continued to suc-kle for a couple of minutes before she let him breathe for a moment. Then he was pushed down again to continue. When she decided that he’d had enough she put her arms around him and hugged him. She rubbed her hand on his back in circles and then patted him a few times. Jake burped. The women tittered.

Soon the shocked boy was back in his pen. “We’ll see you again in four hours”, his mother told Colette. All through his nap Jake could think of little else but suc-kling from this woman. The thought made him su-k on his soother and although it was much less satisfying than the real thing it was the best available to him.

Colette continued to br.east feed him regularly for weeks after and there was little doubt that it had the effect of making him feel much more like a real baby. His mother noticed that he seemed to play more contentedly with his baby toys. She would steal a glance at him sitting in his high-chair while she prepared his lunch. He moved the blocks around his tray while he rubbed his feet together feeling the knitted booties.

When the weather was good his mother would put his play-pen in the front garden. She would take care to put a wide-brimmed bonnet on him to keep the sun off. Passers-by stopped to look at the strange sight of the teenage boy kept like a baby girl. Mothers would bring their sons past to warn them what might happen if they were bold. These boys did not tease Jake so much.

One day Mrs. Lombard arrived with a new baby dress for him. Jake sighed heavily. The last thing he needed was another dress. This one was pink and completely layered with rows of lace from top to bottom. There was no waist to talk of on the dress which just flared from the shoulders. There was a huge matching bonnet which had a bow at the top with ribbons trailing down the back.

She had brought pink and white striped tights and over these she pulled up matching bloomers with further layers of lace all the way around and a large pink bow in the centre of the backside.

His baby buggy was brought out and he realised that they were going to bring him out in public to show off his new dress. He plodded wearily to the buggy and his mother strapped him in. They pushed him towards the front door. “Mmmpppffff”, Jake went and he shifted uneasily. “Oh, your dolly”, his mother realised. Jake couldn’t believe that he had done that but it actually felt wrong going out without his dolly – he always clutched it when he was pushed out in public in his buggy. “There you are honey”, his mother said as she gave him his dolly and he clutched it somewhat guiltily to his chest.

They went down the main street, Jake trying to ignore the stares and comments of passers-by. Nearly everyone stopped his mother to talk as it gave them more time to stare at the sissy baby and take in all the details of his baby dress and bloomers.

His mother pushed the buggy into the Community Hall. “Bouncing Baby Competition” it said on the poster. “Mmmmppppffff!” “Yes honey, we are going to enter you in the competition. Isn’t that exciting?”

Jake winced and suc-ked hard on his soother. He wriggled in the buggy but of course the straps kept him firmly in place. The women at the entry desk were as amused as everyone else at the sight but when his mother asked for an entry form they looked at each other uncertainly.

“You have three categories I believe”, his mother said. “Uh-huh”, was the best the women could answer. “Under-1”, his mother continued, “1 to 2 and over-2. Isn’t that right?” “Yes.” “Well I’m entering my big baby here in the over-2s. Is there a problem with that?” “I guess not”, the woman said as she handed her a form.

Jake was wheeled around to the wings of the stage where there was line of mothers with their little ones. They all looked at each other when Jake was wheeled to the end of the line. The real babies were mostly dressed in rompers but a couple of girls were in nice dresses. Jake’s mother let him out of the buggy.

He stood up very slowly knowing that, unlike the baby girls in line, his dress did not nearly cover his nappy. The mothers all looked at each other and grimaced. They were all fairly sure who was going to win. The mother beside them said “I can’t even get my Laura to wear a skirt!”

Eventually Jake waddled out on stage beside his mother. The audience laughed and the lady acting as presenter tried to keep a straight face. She described Jake’s outfit to the crowd and made him turn around. There was further laughter when people saw the big bow on his butt.

“I see that you prefer cloth nappies”, the lady commented, looking at the huge bulge under Jake’s bloomers. “Yes, I’m very committed to the environment”, his mother said to titters from the audience.

It was inevitable that Jake was going to win and he was paraded around the stage again. The other mothers looked on enviously and clapped unenthusiastically.

The following Sunday was the national holiday and Jake was put in his new dress again. His mother brought him out in the buggy. He figured that they were going to watch the town parade.

The show hadn’t started and all the floats were lined up ready to go. His mother let him out of the buggy and suddenly he was lifted up onto a float. He was initially puzzled when he saw his high-chair on the float.

He struggled desperately when he realised what was happening but he was quickly strapped into the high-chair and the tray was swung in place. The two other winners of the bonny baby competition were in their mother’s arms either side of him. The float also featured the town’s beauty queen who came over to see Jake. She tweaked his nose and said “what a cute baby”.

The float started up and headed for the crowds lining the street. Jake wriggled desperately in the high-chair but he was firmly strapped in. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the crowds reacted to the sight. “Now why would such a pretty baby be crying”, the beauty queen asked as she wiped away the tears. Jake had no choice but to endure it.

With just a couple of streets to go Jake’s tummy rumbled. He winced and then filled his nappy with poo. The mothers either side had been smiling broadly and waving at the crowds. Suddenly they got the smell and switched to waving their hands in front of their faces. They moved away from Jake and the crowd realised what had happened.

His mother pushed his buggy home very quickly. People kept trying to engage her in conversation but she had to tell them “I’m afraid that Jake needs a nappy change rather urgently.”

So Jake continued his life as a baby and soon the br.east feeding, nappy changes, naps and being confined to a play-pen just became the most normal thing in the world.

On the second anniversary of his return to nappies, his mother mused “perhaps he has had punishment enough now and we should try to toilet train him again.” Jake looked up hopefully from his play-pen. Pauline frowned. “No mummy. He is just perfect as a sissy baby. We should keep him like this forever.” Jake frowned at her. He could kill her. “I don’t know”, his mother said. “It’s a lot of work to keep him in clean nappies and the constant feedings.”

Jake watched her every move closely for signs that his torture might be at an end. In the afternoon Pauline returned to the house with several women. “What’s this we hear, that you might let Jake out of nappies”, one woman asked. Jake looked at her with a concerned expression on his face.

“You can’t do that. All of the boys in town are perfectly well behaved because we can threaten them that they’ll end up like Jake if they don’t. If we don’t have Jake being paraded around in his nappies and baby dresses regularly then we lose that hold over them.”

Jake sat in the pen wishing she would shut up. “But it’s a lot of work keeping him like a baby”, his mother protested. “No problem”, the woman said. “We would be happy to pay for him to be kept in the crèche every day.” “And we can make lovely new baby dresses for him”, another woman suggested.

Jake had a sinking feeling. “Well if you put it like that”, his mother said smiling down at him. “MMMMPPPPPPFFFFF!”

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On the morning of Jake’s eighteenth birthday his mother came into his room. “Morning! Guess what day it is!” She lowered the side of the cot. Jake had lain awake all night in anticipation of the day. He knew he should have been excited but he was more than a little bit worried. After three years, he was so used to being treated like a baby that he was unsure how he would handle anything else.

His mother untied his mittens. He looked down at his hands and fingers in wonderment. He flexed his fingers and marvelled at this. His mother removed his soother. It came out with a pop. He looked at it with some concern as she placed it on the dressing table.

He stretched his jaw and then rubbed it with his hand. His mother pulled his nightie over his head. “Look at what we have here.” She held up a shirt. He held out his arms somewhat uncertainly and she pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up for him.

Then she took a pair of trousers. They were quite big to go over his nappy. She looked down at his incontinence wear. “You’ll have to continue wearing the nappies until you regain control. Just let me know when you want to go and we’ll get that off and you can use the toilet.” He felt a thrill of anticipation.

He went to su-k on his soother but it wasn’t there. He looked at it on the dresser. His mother pulled up his trousers. He frowned a little. The shirt and trousers felt quite restrictive compared to the flared baby dresses that he had worn constantly for the last three years.

They went down for breakfast. As they passed his play-pen his mother said “we’ll put that away later.” He looked sadly at his dollies and teddies that had been his best company over the years.

His mother poured out a bowl of corn flakes. She poured milk over them. She turned back towards the kitchen table. Jake was tugging unhappily at his shirt. “What’s wrong does it feel tight?” Jake nodded. He still hadn’t said a word since she removed the soother, he was so unused to speaking.

He looked most uncomfortable. He felt all itchy. He tugged at the belt on his trousers and shifted uneasily. He looked most unhappy. “What’s wrong honey? Are the clothes uncomfortable?” He nodded again.

He looked at the tray of his high-chair. She followed his line of sight. There was another soother on the tray. “Do you want your doh-doh?” she asked tentatively. Jake paused. He didn’t want to confirm that he wanted his soother but he really did.

His mother went over and picked it up. She came back and held it up to him. He opened his mouth a little and she slipped it in. He suc-ked very guiltily on it. “That’s alright honey. I suppose you’ve become so used to it.”

He tugged again at his shirt. “Would you prefer to take off that shirt?” Again he nodded. She brought him upstairs. “Maybe it’s all a bit quick.” She took off the polyester shirt and trousers. She held up his pink cotton baby dress and he didn’t resist. Soon he was back in his dress and he ran his fingers reassuringly through his petticoats.

He seemed quite content to be back in his tights which kept his legs nice and snug. She pulled up his frilly panties and he didn’t object when she placed the bonnet on his head.

As they went back past his play-pen she noticed him looking at his dollies. “Do you want to play with your toys?” she asked. He nodded. She opened the side of the play-pen. He went in, sat down and immediately picked up his favourite doll. He heard the reassuring click as she closed the side of the pen. “I’ll make you a nice warm bottle”, she said.

Pauline got out of bed and came down. She was surprised to see her brother in the pen. “Wasn’t he supposed to be let out today?” “Well I tried”, his mother told her. “But he wanted his soother back and didn’t like his shirt and trousers. So I had to put him back in his baby dress. He seemed quite happy to be back in his pen.”

“I told you Mummy”, Pauline said. “He is a perfect sissy baby.” Jake glared at her but he wasn’t really in a position to argue. His mother came over with his bottle and they both saw his eyes light-up.

“That’s alright honey”, his mother said as he suc-ked contentedly on his bottle. “You can be a baby as long as you want.” He was hurt by the suggestion that he would actually WANT this. But he was so used to it and so worried about having to go back to being a teen-age boy. It just seemed easier to su-k on this lovely warm milk. He realised that he had wet himself. It could wait until he had finished his bottle.

[concluded]