A couple of days later Mrs Lawson arrived with another large box. Joe wondered what torture device had they come up with now. This assembled into a large stroller. Joe was sat in it and, as with his high-chair and booster seat, was firmly strapped in.
His mother pushed it along and it moved very smoothly. There were steps up to the front door of the house so she had to take him out the back door “until we get a ramp installed”, she said. Before going out the back door, his mother said “just a minute”. Although he was in his pink dress, she changed him from its matching bonnet into his more practical bonnet for going outside in the sun.
He whimpered as he was pushed out onto the footpath but there was no stopping her. A lady from further down the street came out of her house. “Oh there’s Baby Joe”, she laughed. “Lovely to see you out and about.” Joe squirmed in his nappy and petticoats as she admired his outfit. “Glad to see you are keeping the sun off his face in that lovely bonnet”, she tittered.
They continued out on the main road. Clearly everyone had heard about him so nobody was outraged, just delighted to finally see the naughty teenage boy who was getting very appropriate come-uppance for breaking into the doll factory.
They went into the newsagent, Mrs Cowley. “Oh look at the pretty baby!” She reached for a lollipop. Joe’s eyes actually widened. He hadn’t been given anything sweet since he’d been nappied. She held the lollipop in front of him. “Clap hands!” she prompted him. He didn’t hesitate and clapped his mittens together. “There we go!” She popped his soother out and replaced it with the lollipop. They were delighted how Joe enthusiastically suc-ked on the lollipop.
“Now every time you come here you can have a free lollipop”, Mrs Cowley told him. “Great, you can be sure we’ll come regularly so”, his mother replied happily.
The following week he was wheeled down to the doll factory. He wasn’t particularly pleased to see the place that was the start of his humiliation and wondered why he was being taken there.
His mother took him into the baby changing room which puzzled him as he’d only wet his nappy once. When she’d cleaned him up, she pulled him down off the changing table and pushed him towards the door. “Nnnngggghhh!” he protested through the soother as he was only wearing his mittens and the chastity device on his boy parts.
He was pushed towards the production line and could see Mrs Lawson sitting at the controls. He heard the dreaded beep and his mother stood back sharpish. He was picked up and propelled towards the line. Not again!
He had a nappy pinned on that felt twice as thick as his normal nappies. A suitably large pair of plastic pants were pulled up over that and then he was dressed in cerise tights. He had no idea the colour was called that. All he knew was that it was an even more intense pink than his prettiest baby dress.
Then he saw a baby pink dress with cerise hearts on it enclosing him and being sewn up. Matching baby pink knickers with cerise frilly lace were pulled up over his tights and then a similar bonnet with five rows of frilly lace around the brim was secured on his head.
But he wondered why they went to the trouble of getting the factory machines to dress him when they could simply have dressed him in this at home.
His mother walked along in front of him as he was being moved further long the line. “It’s Annie’s birthday and she’s asked for a big new doll as a present.” Joe could now see the cardboard backing and plastic box being lined up. “NNNNGGGHHHH!” “Little Annie helped us design your outfit”, she told him, smiling at all the different shades of pink that he was now completely enveloped in.
Joe was held in front of the cardboard backing and, as before, was firmly secured to it with tie wraps around his wrists, ankles and chest. The plastic cover was sealed to the cardboard. This time the box was wrapped in glittery wrapping paper so he could no longer see out and two large bows were glued to the front. He heard the squeak of a marker as his mother wrote on the outside of the box “Happy Birthday Annie!”
Joe’s doll box was lowered to the ground and he was picked up on a trolley and delivered into the back of a van. There was nothing he could do but stand where he was secured, as he was driven, he presumed, to Annie’s house.
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