Todd was playing happily in his play-pen in his nursery – well, as happily as he could with just rattles, dolls and letter blocks to play with. He was in his prettiest pink baby dress which was obviously the one that made his mummy happiest. So at least she was smiling as he looked up cutely through the frills of his bonnet and shook his rattle.
It was all going as well as could be under the very strange circ-umstances. He had just been changed and sat in the sweet perfume of his baby powder. Then the door opened and Mrs Hamilton pushed what looked like a large baby stroller into the nursery.
The reason it looked like a large baby stroller was because it was a baby stroller made especially large for Todd. He sighed heavily. Couldn’t they just leave him playing happily in his play-pen in his mummy’s favourite pink baby dress?
Lucy skipped into the room and opened the side of his play-pen while Mrs Hamilton positioned the stroller right beside it. “Look what we have!” his mother announced excitedly. Todd cringed and tried to ignore the invitation of the open pen and shook his rattle firmly.
But his mummy reached into the pen and pulled him to his feet. He could see them all smile as his petticoats ruffled just above his pink frilly nappy cover. He was guided to the stroller and made to sit in. His mummy made him lean forward as she pulled the straps over his arms and joined them together on his chest where they snapped shut. She pulled on the loose ends to tighten them firmly over his upper body.
“Lucy, would you get the other strap please?” Lucy reached under the front of the stroller where there was another strap dangling. She pulled it up as Todd looked on curiously suc-king on his soother. The front strap slotted into the bottom of the chest pad and clicked into place. Lucy pulled the strap tight. Todd looked down and wasn’t happy to see that the strap pulled his dress and petticoats up at the front and pinned them to his chest. He pawed at the straps and the chest pad where they all locked together but with the mittens strapped on his hands as always he could do nothing about it.
Mrs. Hamilton lifted one of his pink booties off the floor, swung a foot rest into place under it and pulled a strap around his ankle that was held in place with Velcro. She did the same on the other side and they stood back satisfied that Todd was safely strapped in. He wriggled and tried to move his legs but was indeed firmly held in place.
“Let’s take it for a test spin around the park”, his mother suggested. “Yay!” Lucy skipped excitedly out the door of the nursery. “Nnnnggghhh!” Todd increased his struggle against the straps but it was futile. He was wheeled out of the nursery and out to the hallway where they stopped.
“I’ll get his changing bag. Lucy will you fetch his baby bottle?” Todd was left facing the hallway mirror. He could now see that with his dress and petticoats pinned up at the front his pink frilly nappy cover was in full view as it stretched over his thick nappy. His legs in their pink tights were strapped well apart further enhancing the display.
Todd desperately whimpered through his soother and twisted and turned as much as the straps would allow but the others just continued about their preparations unconcerned about his protests. His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder. Lucy produced his bottle and tucked it into the net pocket of the bag. Todd cringed. Everyone would see that he was wearing a thick nappy under his frilly pink dress and that he was actually using the nappy and being fed from a baby bottle.
Mrs Hamilton appeared in front of him with a large dolly and tucked it under his arm. “Now we are all set.” She opened the door and Todd looked out at the street in panic. He was pushed out the door and down the driveway.
Lucy skipped in front of his stroller, stopping regularly to look back and savour the sight of her big brother in his pink baby dress, bonnet, tights and booties, displaying his frilly nappy cover to all comers as he suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly tightly.
They inevitably met a few neighbours before reaching the park. “Do you like Baby Todd’s new stroller?” Lucy asked. “My goodness! Who’s a lucky baby then?!” Todd cringed thinking he was certainly the unluckiest teenage boy.
When they got to the park he assumed that they would head for the playground and duck pond but they took the other fork in the path. Todd looked at the football pitches a few hundred yards away. He started to panic even more. The other boys in his class might well be playing there around this time of day!
There were certainly a dozen boys kicking a ball around. As they got closer he started to recognize that they were indeed from his class. He started to struggle and whimper in his stroller again. His mother and Mrs Hamilton chatted away happily ignoring him while Lucy continued to skip ahead.
He was dreading the moment when his friends would see him. He was surprised that they hadn’t already noticed. He must have been quite a sight. The play was down the far end of the pitch alright and perhaps the large size of the stroller wasn’t obvious from their distance but he knew it was only a matter of time.
The ball was kicked away from the goal at the far end and the boys charged after it. Todd was pushed almost to pitch side. Inevitably the large pink frilly baby caught their eyes and the ball trundled unnoticed into the other goal.
Todd cringed like he had never cringed before. They started to trot towards him. They were all in football shirts, shorts and boots. Most of them had taken a tumble at some stage and their gear was mud splattered. Todd knew that he should be out there with them running after the ball and getting good and dirty.
Instead he was squirming in his frilly pink baby dress, mortified at his bonnet and pink tights, firmly strapped into his stroller, forgetting that he was suc-king hard on his soother and clutching a dolly – it had become so normal for him now.
The boys were laughing incredulously as they trotted over. They had heard about Todd from the girls in his class who had babysat him but couldn’t really believe what they had been told until they could see it now with their own eyes.
Todd’s twisting and turning in the stroller stopped suddenly as he felt the familiar warmth of his pee spread around his nappy. He sighed heavily. This was all he needed. He didn’t dare move now as an enormous quantity of pee continued to saturate his nappy. He was terrified that any movement might cause his nappy to shift and leak, showing telltale wet patches on his pink tights.
“Unbelievable!” one of the boy’s uttered as they stood in front of Todd seeing that the rumours were entirely true. Another looked at the changing bag. “He’s really using his nappies!” Todd cringed. If he only knew how currently true that was! They were mostly speechless – standing there shaking their heads, taking in the full sight from his pink fleecy booties to his lace-trimmed bonnet.
They could see that he was strapped into the stroller but he seemed to be quite content to suc-k on a soother and hold a sissy dolly. They shook their heads and looked at each other in disbelief before eventually running off back onto the pitch to continue their game.
Todd felt a little relief as they ran off. Then he felt the wheel lock being applied on his stroller. “Why don’t you have your bottle while you watch them play?” his mother suggested. Todd cringed yet again but Lucy was taking his baby bottle from the changing bag and she popped his soother out and pushed the teat in.
He knew that the only thing for it was to finish his bottle as quickly as possible so he started suc-king quickly. As the boys ran past after the ball they just shook their heads again in disbelief as Todd fed seemingly happily from his bottle.
His mummy knelt in front of his stroller. “Is your nappy wet?” He winced. “I thought it might be”, she smiled presuming correctly that he would have wet himself when the boys saw him. “We’ll get you changed once you’ve finished your bottle. There’s a baby changing station in the public toilets attached to the dressing rooms.
Todd winced and tried to kick his pink legs in protest but they were of course firmly strapped to the stroller. Why couldn’t they just take him home to change him? He was almost finished his bottle when the boys decided they had had enough and trotted off to the dressing rooms.
Lucy took his empty baby bottle and the wheels were unlocked on his stroller. His mummy pushed him towards the dressing rooms. He couldn’t believe it. The boys were now going to see that he had wet himself and needed changing.
He had given up the struggle. He just sat there clutching his dolly with his soother back in his mouth as he was wheeled in the door of the building. They went in the corridor. There were two doors opposite each other. One had a sign “Boy’s changing rooms”. The other had a sign “Baby changing room”. His mother stopped the stroller while Lucy pushed the door to the baby changing room open. Todd could see the boys through their door, peeling off their muddy shirts.
“Look! The big sissy baby has wet his nappy!” They all looked out the door. Todd couldn’t do anything to deny it. He needed his soggy nappy off. He suddenly felt sick as the boys laughed at him. There was a burst of flatulence. Todd started blubbering as a very liquid poo squirted noisily into his nappy.
The boys were beside themselves now. Todd cried as clutched his dolly even tighter and almost swallowed his soother. His mummy pushed him in the door of the baby changing room as he clearly needed urgent attention.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Revenge is best served warm (Read 55391 times)
