A Model Son

[LauraVB]

He pleaded with his mother that he couldn’t go back to school – that he would be beaten up every day.  That’s what they were promising.  His mother continued to insist that he had no need to worry but he wasn’t being assured.

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On Monday morning his mother laid out his grey school uniform on his bed.  His heart skipped a beat as he saw the grey trousers and shirt.  Then beside it she laid out his girl’s school uniform with its pink cravat white white tights and high-heeled pink shoes.  “It’s your choice.  Breakfast is in 20 minutes.”

Diane was chomping her way through her cereal in the kitchen when Jake appeared around the door looking sheepish in his girl’s uniform, tugging the pink pleated skirt down self-consciously.  He minced over to the counter in the high heels and noticed a thread on his tights.  He bent down to remove it and Diane got a flash of his pink lace-trimmed panties.

Love all the baby stuff too, but I just want to say this was my favorite part.  Jake chose to continue to be a sissy at that point rather than take his lumps with the boys.  No use whining about it now.

I also loved the scene of adjusting the baby dress up to show off the bloomers and the last part there where everyone now thinks he is losing control and is being led around with his tights still down like a toddler.  How humiliating.  How embarassing that he chose this over taking his chances with the boys. 

[DaraJaney]

“Great news”, his mother announced as she came in the front door.  Jake looked up from his play-pen.  “I’ve got a job – well a trial period anyway”, she told them.  Jake supposed it was good that his mother would have a steadier income so he smiled at her.  Diane seemed happy too.

His mother looked down at him.  “Don’t worry dear – Mrs Howard has agreed to take you in her creche while I’m working!”  Jake’s jaw dropped.  “Mum!”  “Somebody has to take care of you and change your nappies now that you need to wear them”, she told him.  “I don…mmmppfff!”  She pushed the soother into his mouth to stifle any complaint.  “It’s been decided dear.”

On Monday morning Diane smiled at him after his morning change of nappy and asked “which of your pretty baby dresses do you want to wear on your first day in the creche?”  Jake cringed.  She decided for him anyway.  “The lavender I think”, she told him, holding up his shorter dress.

Jake squirmed unhappily in his pram as they prepared to go.  His mother handed him a doll, pushed his soother in and fluffed out the lace on his bonnet before lowering the netting and pushing him out the door.

They’d hardly gone a hundred yards before he heard a neighbour’s voice.  “Is that Jake?”  The pram stopped.  His mother raised the netting and Jake looked up, clutching his doll and suc-king on his soother.  “Oh isn’t he adorable?”  “It’s his first day at the creche!” Diane informed her.  “Really?!  I hope you have fun.  I’m sure they will have fun with you anyway”, she sniggered.

His mother pushed him on, not bothering to lower the netting again.  “Nnnggghh!” he protested.  “Oh sweetie, everyone knows now.”  So she pushed him on, greeting neighbours and pausing so they could admire Jake in his lavender dress and bonnet.

When they arrived at the creche they were met by Mrs Howard.  “So the other parents were happy for me to look after Jake on a number of conditions.  His hands must stay disabled in the mittens and he must stay in his play-pen all the time.  Well, except when having his nappy changed of course.”

Jake suc-ked gloomily on his soother as he looked at his play-pen in the corner.  “Andrea will be looked after you.”  Jake’s eyebrows raised.  Andrea made Paula look plain.  Perhaps she wasn’t as sexy but she had a gorgeous smile, lovely long blond hair that she kept having to brush away, a fluffy sweater and very tight jeans.

She squatted before Jake.  “What a pretty dress!” she commented as she fluffed up his petticoats. Jake blushed a little and could feel his member stirring.  She smoothed down the lace on the front of his nappy cover.  “We are going to have fun, aren’t we?”  His member quickly met the restrictions of his chastity and, as ever, he could feel no proper arousal, just a dull discomfort.
 
Andrea pushed him into his play pen and he sat down.  “Wave bye-bye to mummy and your sister!”  He already knew he would do anything for Andrea.  He gave a wave while still clutching his doll.  Andrea responded with that beautiful smile.  “Have fun!” Diane waved back, with a very satisfied smirk on her face.

Jake looked at the toys in his play-pen.  He sighed heavily seeing the usual collection of rattles, blocks and dolls.  He looked enviously at the creche’s regulars, toddling or crawling around freely.  Another mother arrived and saw Jake.

“Oh is this him?” she asked Andrea.  Jake cringed.  Of course they were all going to know he was a teenage boy in a frilly baby dress.  “Stand up Jake so she can see your outfit properly”, Andrea told him and he obeyed.  “Oh my goodness”, the lady put her hand to her mouth as she saw his thick nappy bulging under his now exposed frilly nappy cover and his white tights.

Andrea put his changing bag down beside his play-pen.  “He’s actually using the nappy?”  “Oh yes.  Little Jakey needs to wear a nappy, don’t you?”  Jake was so smitten with Andrea, he couldn’t disagree and nodded.  The lady tittered.

When left alone, Jake spat out his soother which dangled from his dress on the matching strap.  He tried the various rattles.  Some of the blocks had tinkly bells in them.  He sat there frustrated that this was all he had to amuse himself for the day.  He noticed a little drum just outside the play-pen.

“Would you like to try the drum?” Andrea asked.  “I’m not sure you’ll be able to hold the stick”, she said as she handed him the drum.  He concentrated hard as he tried to hold the stick between both mittens.  He hit the drum but the stick slipped out of his mittens. “fuc-k!”  Andrea was taken aback.  “We can’t have words like that here!” she scolded him, looking around with concern to see if any of the other children heard.

She took his soother and pushed it in.  “New rule!  You have to keep that in.”  Jake suc-ked unhappily on the soother.  He felt ashamed having annoyed the lovely Andrea.  “Now find the block with the bunny rabbit”, she instructed him with a smile, trying to put the incident behind them.  He so wanted to please her.  He rolled over each of the blocks trying to find which one had a bunny on the side.  He found it and held it up between his mittens.  “Very good!”  He smiled, so happy at pleasing Andrea, he completely forgot how humiliating this situation was – a teenage boy in a lavender baby dress with matching bonnet, frilly nappy cover and booties, white tights stretched over his nappy, playing with rattles in a play-pen while the real babies roamed freely around the room.

[krystalasbaby2017]

very good story love it.

[DaraJaney]

His mother’s first day in the new job was very busy so she was the last to arrive at the creche to pick Jake up.  By then, all the other mothers had seen Jake and Andrea had helpfully explained to each one how Jake had been modelling clothes that his mother made which came to include baby style dresses and how he had lost control of his toilet and now needed to wear nappies.  Jake could only sit there and suc-k on his soother through all the amused looks from mothers.

When his mother arrived, Andrea reported that he had been mostly well behaved but due to the swear word he was now going to have to keep his soother in, except when he was being bottle or spoon-fed.  His mother was fine with that and said that they would do the same at home.  Jake whimpered a little through his soother at that.

Then Andrea explained that some parents were concerned that Jake could obviously get out of the play-pen if he wanted to – maybe when Andrea was distracted.  She said that she knew the carpenter who had worked on the decoration of the creche and was sure he could make a larger play-pen that would be certain to keep Jake in.  However, she needed to know how long he was likely to need the creche to know if it would be worth the expense.

“I understand”, his mother responded.  “How about I pay a month’s fees in advance?”  “Hnnnnn?”  Jake scrambled to his feet to protest.  “Perfect!”  Andrea agreed to order his new play-pen.  “NNNggghhh!”  They both smiled down at Jake ignoring his protest.  “That frilly nappy cover is so cute!” Andrea told his mother.  “Thanks.  My trial period in the new job is one month so it’s good to know he will be so well looked after for that time.”

Jake continued to whimper as he was helped into the pram but the women paid no attention.  His mother left the netting up as she wheeled him home and Jake lay back on his frilly pillows suc-king hard on his soother and clutching his dolly tightly as each passing neighbour was told how he’d been so good on his first day in the creche.

His new play-pen arrived a few days later.  The side bars came up to his chest and Andrea explained the baby proof catch on the gate that he would be unable to open with his hands disabled in his mittens.  She happily showed him the rattles and balls built into the side bars – each making a different sound.  The real babies were amused that Jake was now totally confined to his play-pen.

Andrea continued to give him a lot of attention – probably feeling sympathy for him, cooped up in the play-pen while the real babies could waddle around and play together. She kept him occupied playing with his rattles and blocks and dolls.  She had such a gorgeous smile he felt so good when he did something to please her and saw those pearly whites sparkle.  She particularly loved it when he crawled across his pen and showed off his frilly bottom – so he tended to do that a lot.

Of course he had a crush on her but his poor little member was defeated every time it showed – especially when she was changing his nappy, cleaning his nether regions with baby wipes, spreading the baby powder over his bottom.  She had to move his member and testicles around to thoroughly clean him.  By the end he was a writhing mess of frustration with his member tightly restricted and forced into the bent-downwards position to make arousal impossible.

At home he became increasingly frustrated at being kept like a baby.  He decided on a policy of non-cooperation.  He fidgeted when they were spoon-feeding him so that sometimes food spilled onto his bib.  They always wanted to feed him too fast and he frequently put up his hands to stop the spoon which often caused further spillage.

Then he had the idea of saving up a poo until his mother and sister’s favourite soap came on at 8pm.  They would be so annoyed at miss the start because of having to change his soiled nappy.  He thought these subtle protests would make it unpleasant enough for them to decide it was not worth it keeping him like this.

One evening his mother brought him home from the creche and Diane called them into the kitchen/dining room.  There was a large high-chair beside the dining table.  They lifted Jake into it quickly and his mother pulled straps over his arms and snapped them together over his chest.  Diane pulled on the ends to ensure he was securely strapped in.  “NNnggggh!”  Then they held his wrists down on the arms of the high-chair and pulled straps over them that secured them out of the way for his feeding.  “Now there’ll be no more interference!” his mother told him.

Jake kicked his pink legs in protest and struggled as much as he could but the straps allowed him only an inch or two of movement.  Diane pulled his soother out and pushed the teat of his baby bottle in firmly and there was nothing he could do but suc-k on it until she allowed him a breath or two.

When his bottle was finished his mother calmly spoon-fed him his dinner of pureed potatoes and beans and there was no messing.  He then had to sit in his new high chair while they had their roast chicken dinner.  It was only then that he realized he was wet.  He suc-ked hard on his soother at the further confirmation that he was losing control.

“Nnngggh!” He pointed to his nappy.  “We’ll change you after we’ve had our dinner dear”, his mother told him.  Diane gave him a rattle to keep him amused and it was all he had to play with while he squirmed in his wet nappy in the high-chair until they had finished the washing and drying up.

[krystalasbaby2017]

maybe they can get a large size playpen for home as well now they got a larger highchair and big crib.
His lack or co operation is going to come back to bite him, me thinks he will do a poo poo when he least wants too.  GREAT STORY

[nappy1]

I can see Andrea being his saviour.

[sarahpenguin]

Yeah he should have a nice new big safe  playpen at for him to play with his age appropriate built-in rattles or maybe some baby rattles  to go on his stroller so he can have something to do all over town visiting shops and parks potentially so they can show off his cute rattle shaking skills more readily than in just a playpen at home :)  Really love your new playpen description here in this post DaraJaney :)