After a month on trial in her job, Jake’s mother was to find out if she was going to be kept on. She arrived to collect Jake from the creche. “Great news”, she told Andrea. “I’ve been made permanent!” “That’s wonderful!” Andrea congratulated her. Jake suc-ked hard on his soother as he looked up from his play-pen wondering what this meant for him.
“So can I pay you the next month’s fee?” his mother asked Andrea. “Sure, just come into the office.” Jake scrambled to his feet and clutched the high side bars of his play-pen wanting to protest. “Nnngggghhh!” But they had disappeared into the office. He tried the catch on the side bars again but couldn’t budge it with his hands in the mittens.
“NNNGGGHHH!” He shook the bars in frustration. He was so used to suc-king on his soother and not talking that it didn’t occur to him to spit it out and shout. He could hear Andrea from the office. “That payment has gone through so that is all sorted!” Jake’s shoulders sagged. Another month at the creche in nappies – at least.
They came back and smiled at his lavender baby dress and their eyes inevitably dropped to his bulging nappy under his frilly nappy cover. It made Jake realise that he was wetting his nappy. He suc-ked harder on his soother and sniffled.
“Some of the parents were concerned at first” Andrea recalled “but as long as he is confined to his special play-pen, his hands are disabled in the mittens and his boy’s parts are suitably neutralized then you can leave him here as long as you like! He’s pretty much harmless and helpless.” “That’s all fine then” his mother confirmed. “And of course we all love his pretty baby dresses”, Andrea added smiling down at him. His mother enjoyed the compliment.
Then Andrea noticed “oh has Baby Jake got a wet nappy?” Jake sniffled and studied the floor in front of her. “Oh well there is no doubt about who needs to wear nappies is there?” “It’s all right I can change him when we get home”, his mother assured her.
So Jake was pushed home in his pram in a wet nappy, suc-king hard on his soother, holding his dolly tightly and contemplating another month in nappies and baby dresses. He had tried resisting it and that only made it worse. He had tried being good and cooperative but that just made it look like he was content with it. At the end of the day, there was little he could do to resist so compliance seemed to be the only sensible option.
About a week later when he arrived home from the creche, his mother knelt before him. “You’ve been so good, we have a special surprise for you.” He was intrigued. Had being a good baby finally paid off? She led him to the corridor. Diane was poised outside his bedroom. She reached for the door handle and pushed it open.
Jake’s heart pounded. He was getting to go back to his own bedroom! He waddled eagerly down the corridor and in the door. He stopped dead. His bedroom had been converted to a nursery! “Nnnggghhh!” His play-pen was in the middle of the room. His cot was in the corner. His high-chair was there too. But worst of all the room had been redecorated. It had been covered in wallpaper with cuddly animals and colourful flowers. The curtains were pink with white fluffy sheep.
Gone were his sports and music posters. The shelves now contained dolls and cuddly toys instead of his books and games. His desk and computer were gone and a changing table stood in their place!
“NNNGGGGHHH!” His mother and Diane had followed him in and closed the door behind. He turned and went for the door. The door handle was round and he could get nowhere with his hands in mittens.
They took him by the arms. “Look what we have here!” They took him towards the window. He looked curiously at some straps coming down from the beam in the ceiling over the bay window. There was a square of material dangling from the ends of two of the straps. They positioned him in the middle and brought the material through his legs and attached it to the straps in front of him.
His mother worked a control on the wall and the straps pulled up until he was held with the tippy toes of his booties touching the ground. The straps were elasticated so he bounced there gently. “nnnggghh!” She pressed another button. He was pulled upwards and then let drop. He bounced up and down on the elastic. Diane giggled. He was pulled up again after a couple of seconds and bounced again.
They stood back smiling as he looked incredulously at the apparatus. “Let’s pull these back so you can see out”, his mother said, tugging on the cord of the net curtains. Jake looked out and saw children playing on the road. “NNNggghh!” It was only a matter of time before they saw him being bounced in the window.
His mother and Diane moved behind him. He continued to be bounced every couple of seconds – his petticoats fluttering prettily as he descended each time. “Enjoy!” Diane said as they left the room. “Nnnggghhh!” He tried to give them a pleading look but the wide brim of his bonnet prevented him.
“Hey look!” He looked out the window as the children rushed over to the garden. He tried to find someway out of his baby bouncer but the clips were all impossible for him to open with his hands in mittens. He was stuck there being bounced every few seconds in full view.
The children reached the window. “Ha ha! Jake has got his own baby bouncer!” “Hey look. His room is now a baby nursery!” They weren’t sure where to look first – at Jake in his lavender baby dress, petticoats and lace-trim on his bonnet fluttering as he was bounced or at the large sized play-pen, cot or high-chair. Meanwhile Jake flooded his nappy again.
The significance of his room being redecorated wasn’t lost on them. “He’s obviously going to be a baby for a long time!” “Look at his frilly dresses on the rail there!” Jake didn’t like the strain that the bouncing put on his nappy area. Was the bouncing and squishing in his nappy going to cause it to leak onto his white tights? Well there was no way he could see below his petticoats. He waited anxiously to see if the children would spot any damp patches. As if this wasn’t humiliating enough as it was. How long were they going to keep him bouncing there?
The control on the wall was well out of reach. There was nothing he could do but suc-k on his soother and look out at his growing audience.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: A Model Son (Read 102633 times)
