That's fascinating feedback everyone. Thanks all for expressing your views both positive and critical.
I had intended to end the story there but I see now that some people are concerned for Brian's future. So I have composed an Epilogue to reassure you all that Brian's humiliation will indeed continue ... relentlessly!
EPILOGUE
One day a new staff member arrived at Brianâs nursery. She passed the room for the one-year-olds and stopped suddenly, seeing this very odd vision in pink in the centre of the room. âWhat the âŚ?â
Angie stood beside her and smiled. âOh Jill, thatâs our most special baby!â she told her. âBaby Cissy!â Brian sighed heavily and suc-ked hard on his soother as Jill walked into the room. She said nothing as she took in the very big âbabyâ in a pink frilly dress, layers of petticoats, a matching lace-trimmed bonnet, pink tights and booties, holding a rattle and suc-king on a soother.
Obviously her first thought was that the child must have a serious developmental problem but why the oversized old-fashioned baby clothes? Nobody even dressed a real one-year-old girl like that anymore, she thought, as she looked around the room at the babies mostly dressed in miniature versions of adult clothes these days.
And even if an older child had a mental age of one, you wouldnât put them in a nursery with actual one-year-olds let alone dress them like one! She was truly perplexed.
Angie was amused by her confusion so let her wonder for a while before dropping the bombshell. âIsnât he pretty?â Jill looked at her is disbelief. âHe?!!!â Angie laughed. âI know! For the last 18 months heâs been in nappies and baby dresses and weâve been looking after him during the day while mummy is at work.â Brian looked at the floor in front of them.
Jill was totally confused. âHow old is he actually?â âThirteenâ, Angie answered. âAnd why is he âŚ.?â Jill didnât feel the need to complete the rather obvious question.
âWell apparently it started with his mother making him model dresses that she made herself. She wanted to make pretty baby dresses and made some big enough for him to model too.â Jill cut in. âSo his mother actually made these frilly baby clothes for him?!â âYes, he has a very pretty lilac dress too and another yellow one â all with matching bonnets and booties!â
âCissy! Why donât you show Jill your dollyâ, Angie suggested. The doll was on the floor behind him so he had to turn over a crawl to it. Jill put her hand to her mouth when she saw his pink frilly nappy cover, framed nicely by his petticoats and clearly stretching over a very thick nappy.
âSomehow they got locked out of their house or somethingâ, Angie continued, âand he ended up having to wear his baby dresses and nappies for a week. I believe that he started wetting himself and he hasnât stopped since. I think his mommy quite liked the new arrangement and now he has a complete nursery at home with a suitably large play-pen to keep him in and a secure cot for him at night time.â
âSeriously?! Heâs been like this for 18 months?!â âYes. Once everyone knew about him, especially his school friends, he didnât want to go back to school âand he still needed to wear a nappy. So here he is with us!â
âAnd how long will this go on for?â âI donât know. His mommy is quite happy. She gets lots of help from the girls in his old school class who are only too pleased to baby sit him and change his nappies. He is helpless to do anything about it. Heâs been here with our one-year-olds all along. While all the real babies move up, he isnât changing at all.â
It all got too much for Brian under the lovely Jillâs stunned look and he started wetting his nappy. Angie knew the signs well. âOh dear! Somebodyâs going to need changing.â âYou mean heâs wetting his nappy right now?!â Brian looked to the side and suc-ked hard again on his soother as the flow only increased.
âRight well youâre getting an early lesson in changing an old-fashioned cloth nappyâ, Angie told her, helping Brian to his feet. âCould you hold Cissy on the other side please?â Brian waddled wobbily while being helped along by the two pretty ladies.
âHere let me!â Jill insisted when it came to removing Brianâs nappy cover, tights and plastic pants. When she unpinned his cloth nappy she got another surprised. âGosh!â She saw the chastity device on Brianâs member.
Angie laughed. Sheâd forgotten, she was so used to it now. âUnfortunately, that is the only part of him that actually functions like a teenage boy!â she tittered. Brian cringed as Jill started examining his chastity more closely. âOh my goodness! He is getting biggerâ, she observed as his member tried to become erect.
âNot for longâ, Angie sniggered as his pen-is met the hard resistance of the down-curved plastic tube. âGosh, itâs locked on!â She ran her fingers around the ring behind his testicles and wiggled the little padlock. Brian twitched and squirmed as this only further teased him. âYes his mother has the key. Thereâs no budging it. Weâve all triedâ, she laughed. Brian recalled all the times the girls in his class tried for ages to turn his chastity this way and that, tug a little here and there in vain.
Brian started sniffling as he endured this latest humiliation under the gaze of his latest carer. âOh donât worry sweetieâ, she reassured him. âIâll soon have you back in a clean nappy and in your pretty frillies and tights!â Brian cringed as she clearly warmed to the idea of looking after the teenage boy in the pink baby dress, just like all the others had.
When she tied his booties back on she led him back into the centre of the room with the real one-year-olds. He flopped down on the floor. She handed him his dolly and a rattle. She straightened his bonnet and tweaked his soother playfully. She stood up and looked down at him with her hands on her hips. âWeâre going to have fun arenât we Baby Cissy?â Brian tried to force a smile as he looked up at her. He knew well now that it was better to grin and bear it so he smiled as sweetly as he could.