Author Topic: Baby Girl for a Day (Read 126734 times)

DaraJaney · « **Reply #14 on:** February 17, 2007, 06:01:54 AM »

The girls were having great fun with Alan until 9 o’clock when Alice reminded them that it was his bedtime. They brought him up to his cot where he was given yet another bottle of warm milk.

Monica took one of the story books from the shelf. “Can I read him a bedtime story?” she asked. “Once upon a time”, she began as Alan continued suc-king on his bottle.

When he was finally finished, Alice made him lie down in the cot. She inserted his soother and handed him a dolly. The girls all gathered around the cot and smiled down on Alan as she tucked him in.

When Monica was finished the story the girls quietly withdrew from the room but not without a few final sniggers. Alice switched on the baby monitor. As she left the room she turned off the main light, leaving the night light glowing in the corner.

“Nighty, night”, she whispered as she closed the door over but didn’t close it fully. Alan could hear more tittering as the girls scampered downstairs.

Alice’s friends left before his mother came home. Alan couldn’t sleep at all. Left alone now in his cot, the discomfort of the butt plug was all he could think of.

He heard his mother return. She came upstairs with Alice and they peeked into the room. Alan pretended to be asleep. “Was he any trouble?” “No, he was a little angel”, Alice said. “I’d be only too delighted to baby sit for you anytime.” She was sure she saw Alan twitch.

His mother went downstairs while Alice used the bathroom before leaving for home. When she was done, she crept back into the bedroom. She leant on the side of the cot. “I know that you’re awake”, she whispered. Alan opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Now all you have to do is convince your mummy that you love being in nappies and baby dresses for the next week and I won’t ask her to use the butt plug again. Understood?” Tears welled up in his eyes at the thought of having to act like a perfectly happy little baby girl but the alternative was worse. He nodded and suc-ked on his soother. Alice left with a very satisfied look on her face.

Alan managed some fitful sleep before wetting himself around 3am. He cried into the monitor and his mother came. She let him out of the cot and brought him over to the changing table.

When he was lying on his tummy having his bottom wiped, she pulled on the butt plug. He braced himself as she tried to remove it. He gripped the table tightly as his sphincter was stretched wide open again. Finally it was able to close properly as the plug slid out. He breathed heavily with great relief. He was determined not to have to undergo that again.

Alice called around again on Saturday morning. Alan’s mother let her in and took her aside. “You know there’s something different about Alan this morning”, she whispered. “Really?” Alice replied, feigning surprise. “Yes. It’s as if he’s actually quite happy now in his nappies and baby dresses.” Alice raised her eyebrows, trying not to smile too obviously. “Well, I did tell him last night how lucky he was really, not to have to go to school anymore but to be able to play in his pen all day and get to wear pretty dresses and be fed and pampered all the time. Maybe he just didn’t appreciate before that how lucky he was.”

Alan’s mother didn’t look convinced but seemed happy at the new turn of events anyway. “Whatever it was you did, he’s a happy little baby this morning”, she said. “There were no sad faces when I put him in his baby dress, no moaning when I put tights and frilly panties on him. He just accepted it all as if it was normal.” “Well it is normal for him now, isn’t it?” Alice said.

Alan’s mother turned to go into the kitchen. Alice allowed herself a wide smile behind her back. She had managed to turn Alan into a real sissy baby in one evening.

When she came into the kitchen she saw Alan sitting in his high-chair holding a baby bottle of milk up to his mouth having seemingly happily suc-ked his way half-way through it. He was in his powder pink dress. “Look who’s here,” his mother said. He smiled at Alice. While he had merely appeared to be content so far this morning, he clearly felt that he needed to put on a show for his tormentor. He swung his dangling pink legs under the tray of his high-chair excitedly.

This was killing him. He wanted to scream “let me out of this high-chair, get this stupid pink dress off me and take this nappy off me” but instead he smiled and tried to look happy.

“Would you finish feeding him his rusks?” his mother asked Alice. “Sure”, she replied and took up the half-finished bowl. Alan put down his bottle and waited to receive a spoonful. Alice mashed the rusks into the milk to make it even more of a soggy mess and looked at Alan with relish.

She held up the spoon and his mouth opened obligingly. The two of them eyed each other knowingly as Alice spoon-fed him the rest of the bowl.

When he was finished the rusks, Alice took the bowl to the sink. When she turned around again Alan was finishing the rest of his bottle. When that was done, he put down the bottle and reinserted his soother. She was pleased to see his compliant state.

His mother let him out of the high-chair. “Doesn’t he make such a pretty baby?” Alan cringed slightly and looked at Alice. She raised her eyebrows again and he knew what he had to do. He held out his dress on either side and curtsied. His mother was astonished. She clapped her hands in encouragement and looked at Alice. “Did you teach him to do that?” Alice just stood there with a very satisfied look.

His mother noticed that his dress was sticking up a bit at the back so she went around behind him to straighten it. “You know he seems so happy and pleased with his baby clothes now, I think we should take him out for a walk down to the mall so he can show himself off.” Alice watched the look of horror spread across his face. She gave him a stern look in case he was considering resisting this.

His face turned to a look of desperate pleading but she just glared at him. His mother came around in front of him and he fixed his face in a smile. “Wouldn’t that be great?” He was dying now but managed to nod his head and keep the smile fixed. “Great” she said, delighted that he seemed to be happy to do this. “I’ll get your harness.”

DaraJaney · « **Reply #15 on:** February 21, 2007, 07:12:58 PM »

While his mother fetched his harness, Alan continued to give Alice some pleading looks but she was clearly looking forward to displaying him in front of the whole town.

His mother appeared in the hallway holding his harness. Alice brought him over to her. He stood facing the hall mirror as his mother pulled the harness over his chest. He could see precisely how he was going to appear to people.

He could see a couple of rows of lace on his panties peeking from beneath his dress. He pushed down on his petticoats to try to hide the frilly panties and they just about disappeared. His mother pulled the harness tight and this caused his dress to ride up further, exposing the rows of lace again. He realised that anyone who saw him would know that he was wearing a thick cotton nappy under the frilly panties.

With the shortness of the dress his legs also seemed so very long in his pink tights. He looked down ruefully at the reflection of his lace-trimmed white socks and the pink t-bar shoes with a bow above the toe.

Then Alice stood in front of him and straightened his bonnet and fluffed out the large bow that the ribbon made under his chin. “Would you like to take a dolly with you?” she asked him. He knew the correct answer although it would only add to his humiliation. He nodded his head.

Alice went over to his collection of dollies in the play-pen. He looked through the door from the hall-way. “Which one is your favourite?” He wondered if he would get away with a small inconspicuous one but decided he was better off keeping up the act. He pointed at the biggest doll which had a mass of blond ringlets and a red polka-dotted dress with bloomers underneath. Alice was clearly pleased with his choice and brought the doll over to him. Alan took it and held it under his left arm.

His mother had him firmly buckled in and went to open the door. Alan cringed visibly. So far he had been safely indoors since he was put in nappies and baby dresses. Now he was about to face the world. And worse, much worse, he was going to have to convince everyone they met that he was happy in his nappy.

The door opened. Alan hesitated. Alice took his arm and led him out. He felt the cool air circulate under his dress and rustle his petticoats and the lace on his panties. He suc-ked hard on his soother but still felt sick in his stomach. The door shut behind him. He felt warm pee spread around his nappy. He was horrified. The fright had made him wet himself. But then he thought that it might present him with a reprieve.

He groaned and shifted from foot to foot conspicuously. His mother gave him a puzzled look. “What’s up Babykins?” He pressed his right hand over his nappy area and shifted from foot to foot again. “Have you wet yourself dear?” He nodded and gave a pleading look. Alice was grinning broadly behind his mother.

“Never mind dear, we won’t be too long”, his mother told him. Alan was distraught that she was about to take him around the town in a soggy nappy. She tugged on his reins and headed down the footpath. Alan lurched forward when the rein pulled taught and he plodded along involuntarily behind the women.

They were only half way down the road when Mrs. Fay appeared out of her garden with her four-year-old daughter Sue. They glanced casually up the road and caught sight of the extraordinary group coming towards them. They froze. Alan wanted to stop walking towards them but his mother was striding ahead with a firm grip on his reins. He knew he couldn’t try to avoid this. Alice looked over her shoulder at him and grinned.

Mrs. Fay and Sue walked slowly towards them with looks of disbelief. Alan could see they were both staring slack-jawed at the obvious nappy under his dress. “Hello”, his mother called cheerily. Mrs. Fay put her hand to her mouth suddenly. “Is that Alan?” He just studied the ground between them while his mother turned to look proudly at him. “Isn’t he pretty?” his mother prompted.

Completely forgetting her manners, Mrs. Fay pointed under his dress and said “Is he wearing a nappy?” “Of course he is”, his mother confirmed. “It’s a very wet nappy too. He’s just wet himself, so we can’t delay I’m afraid. We must get down to the shops and back to change him.”

Sue seemed to be quite disturbed by the sight. “Mummy, why is Alan wearing a nappy?” Alan suc-ked on his soother and held his dolly tightly. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

“I don’t know dear”, Mrs. Fay said. She turned to Alan’s mother. “Why is he in a nappy?” “Because he wants me to keep him at home just like a baby girl instead of going to school. Isn’t that right Babykins?” Mrs. Fay choked slightly on hearing him called this. Alan really didn’t want to confirm this appalling claim. Alice was looking at him coldly. He nodded and then brushed out his dress with his one free hand and curtsied as if he was really proud of his pretty dress.

Mrs. Fay was astonished. “My goodness!” She laughed and looked at Sue. “I can’t even get her to wear a skirt!” Sue sneered at even the mention of it. Alan really envied her t-shirt and jeans. He saw Sue look down at his pink tights and frilly socks with a look of contempt.

“You’re bringing him down to the shops like that?” Mrs. Fay asked incredulously. “Oh yes”, his mother confirmed. “He loves his pretty dresses and nappies and really wants to show them off to everyone.” Mrs. Fay looked at Alan for some sign of dissent but he stood there with a fixed smile on his face and suc-ked on the soother again.

Then something occurred to her. “Dresses? He has more than one dress?” “Oh yes”, his mother continued. “He has a wardrobe full of pretty baby dresses and a chest of drawers full of frilly panties and pretty bonnets. These are his normal clothes now, we’ve thrown out his old clothes. He won’t wear them any more.”

Mrs. Fay was completely flabbergasted. “You mean he’ll be like this permanently?” “That’s what he wants”, his mother said turning to him, “and we give our little Babykins everything he wants don’t we?”

“So will he be in nappies all the time then?” “Oh yes”, his mother confirmed helpfully. “He’s been in nappies for nearly a week now without any problem and that’s the way he’ll stay.” Alan was fighting back the tears now and desperately trying to keep smiling thanks to the threatening looks he was getting from Alice. He suc-ked a few times on his soother and held his dolly even tighter and it seemed to help.

“You must come over and visit”, his mother invited them. “He has his own cot and play-pen and high-chair and nappy changing table. He’s living just like a little baby girl.”

“We will”, Mrs. Fay said enthusiastically. Alan’s mother started moving on and for once he walked on ahead of her, anxious to get away from the gaping mother and daughter. He saw Sue out of the corner of his eye still staring at his frilly panties.

They had no sooner moved away than he saw the busy main road ahead of him and realised that that was only the first of many encounters.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #16 on:** February 26, 2007, 01:49:54 PM »

It took them ages to negotiate the main road. Everyone wanted to stop and stare at Alan in his pink baby dress. Everyone wanted to know why he was in a nappy. His mother was only too pleased to explain everything to them while Alan tried to look happy about his situation.

He tried to ignore the soggy nappy that was stuck to his bottom and quickly going cold. On reaching the High Street his mother led him into the newsagents. Mrs. Logan behind the counter was just as amazed and interested as everyone else. All the other shoppers stopped their business and gathered around Alan.

“We mustn’t delay”, his mother said eventually. “His nappy is wet and we need to get him home to change him.” The gathered crowd tittered. Alan grimaced, hoping to convince his mother to hurry up.

“What’s wrong dear?” she asked. “You’re not leaking are you?” There was more laughter. To Alan’s horror, she came over and pulled up his petticoats. Everyone could see his frilly panties in their full glory now and appreciate the size of his cloth nappy.

She felt around his tights at the tops of the legs to check for any dampness. “No”, she confirmed. “Better make absolutely sure though.” She pulled down Alan’s frilly panties and then his tights. She felt around the elasticated legs of his plastic panties. “Definitely not.”

The crowd around him were laughing heartily at all this while Alan was trapped in the middle of the shop with his panties and tights down around his knees. Everyone could see the yellow stain on the lower half of his nappy and the puddle of pee gathered in the bottom of the plastic panties. Alan suc-ked desperately on his soother but this made people laugh all the louder.

After what seemed like an age, his mother pulled up his tights and frilly panties again. Mrs. Logan saw the look of utter despair on Alan’s face. “Would he like a lollipop?” His mother took the lollipop from her and held it up to Alan. “Can you leave your soother go for a just a few minutes?” Alan looked uncertain at first but reckoned that the lollipop would be by far the tastiest thing he’d had in a week.

He removed his soother and let it dangle from his dress. His mother inserted the lollipop into his mouth. “There we are, Babykins.” It seemed like an explosion of taste compared to the rusks and mashed vegetables that had been his normal food since he was consigned to the high-chair.

He suc-ked happily on his lollipop all the way home. He was almost becoming used to the stares and comments as they went along. But he was hugely relieved to get back to the privacy of his house and have his nappy changed at last.

That night Alan woke as usual in the middle of the night to wet himself. He cursed the nightly bedtime bottle of warm milk that always led to this inevitable outcome. He relaxed and felt the warmth spread around his nappy.

He had learnt by now not to call for his mother immediately but to wait in case there was more. Sure enough, after a minute or two another stream of warm pee further saturated his nappy.

He started imitating a baby cry. It usually took a couple of minutes before his mother came to change him but she did not appear as usual. He raised the volume a bit, to no avail.

He turned to look at the baby monitor. The little red light was not there. He got up on his knees and squinted through the dim light. It did not appear to be plugged in. He turned towards the door and cried louder. Still nothing.

He moved to the end of his cot nearest the door and leaned over the side bars as far as he could and cried again. Nothing. He was beginning to get genuinely frustrated at this point and his eyes watered.

He wasn’t strapped into the cot and could easily climb over the side. He considered it seriously as his nappy began to go cold but he knew he could be in bigger trouble if he did that.

He continued crying and he couldn’t avoid the tears flowing down his cheeks as he became really upset. After a few minutes of that it became clear that his mother was not going to come. He flopped back down in the cot, crying with the distress.

He looked at his soother and thought that it might make him feel better. He felt ashamed as he thought this but decided that nobody was going to see him anyway so he inserted the dummy and started suc-king.

His nappy was now quite cold and there was no way he was going to sleep. He took his dolly and curled up under the duvet, still suc-king on his soother. He remained awake for hours but eventually slipped off.

He woke to see his mother peering at him through the bars of his cot. She was clearly surprised that he seemed to have slept right through the night. “Morning Babykins.” She pulled up his pink nightie and saw that he was wet. “Oh Babykins! Have you been wet for hours?” He looked down at his saturated nappy and remembered. He nodded with a sad look on his face.

“Don’t worry dear”, his mother reassured him as she inserted his soother, “as Mrs. Lloyd said, it’s only natural that you’ll start to lose control.” Alan shook his head in annoyance at this suggestion and pointed his mitten at the baby monitor. But his mother had turned away and was still talking. “It’s OK Babykins. Just let it go. You’ll be in nappies for the foreseeable future anyway.” Alan moaned through his dummy in protest and shook the bars in frustration. His mother looked over at him crossly and said “patience now, I’ll have you changed in a jiffy.” She turned away again before Alan pointed frantically at the monitor. He sighed heavily in resignation.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #17 on:** February 28, 2007, 07:35:07 PM »

Later that day, the phone rang and his mother had a lengthy conversation that Alan could not hear. Afterwards, she came in and looked at Alan in his play-pen. “That was your headmaster, Mr. Williams. He’s quite insistent that you should return to school.” She sighed after saying this, clearly disappointed that she wasn’t going to have Alan at home with her all the time.

This was the first glimmer of hope for Alan since he had been consigned to nappies and baby dresses. Not so long ago, he dreaded the prospect of going to school because his school friends had seen the pictures of him dressed like a baby girl. But now, the exciting prospect of getting back into his school uniform and out of nappies overcame all of that. Yes, he would have to endure horrid taunting but anything was better than spending the foreseeable future in nappies.

He clapped his mittens together happily and his mother gave him a wistful smile. “You would be happy to get back to school would you?” He smiled behind his soother and nodded enthusiastically.

His mother went into the kitchen. Alan was disappointed not to be let out of nappies immediately but he could wait until tomorrow if necessary.

She continued to treat him just like a baby girl for the rest of the day. He was prepared to play along for one last day and not do anything that might jeopardise his impending release. His mother put him to bed in his cot, still in his nappies and nightie. He had to endure one last wetting and changing in the middle of the night.

The next morning she threw open the curtains and found him kneeling up in his cot expectantly. She let him out and took off his nightie. Then she went to his wardrobe and took the hangar with his blue sailor-suit.

Alan looked puzzled as she brought it towards him. It was hardly worth putting it on him since he would have to be dressed for school within an hour. She put the dress on him, followed by white tights, the blue panties and hat.

She brought him downstairs and put him in his high-chair. He decided not to grumble about her getting a last few minutes of him dressed as a baby.

When he was fed, she put him in the play-pen while she went off to get ready. He looked anxiously at the clock, concerned that he was running out of time to change into his school uniform.

When she returned, she let him out of the play-pen. She was holding his harness. When she started to strap him in, he groaned through his soother. “What’s wrong Babykins?” she asked as she tightened the harness. He held out his petticoats to point out that he was still in a baby dress and not his school uniform.

“Would you prefer to wear your pink dress to school?” she asked in apparent innocence. He was dumbfounded. Of course he didn’t want to wear any baby dress to school! He shook his head crossly. “Well then”, she said, “what’s the problem?”

Having buckled him into his harness, she stood up and took the reins in one hand and his school bag in the other. “Off we go.” Alan was horrified. She was actually proposing to bring him to school, still in nappies and wearing a baby dress!

He tried to dig his heels in and grumbled through his soother. She tugged on the reins and he stumbled towards the door. He was whimpering now. “But I thought you were happy to be in nappies and baby dresses now”, she said. “So what’s the problem?”

He gave her an incredulous look. She opened the door and pulled him out. He begged and pleaded not to be brought to school like that but it all came out as muffled grunts because of his soother.

Tears streamed down his face as she brought him down the road. Every now and again he stopped and tried to resist being brought any further but she pulled him on each time.

As a result they were a few minutes late and all the other children were already in the school building and in class.

His mother dragged him up the steps and into the main corridor. At this point he felt his nappy fill with warm pee. He tried to draw his mother’s attention to the fact that he was wet but she was concentrating on finding his class room.

When she found room 8, she stopped and turned towards him. She knelt in front of him and fluffed out his petticoats, straightened his sailor hat and pulled up his tights where they had sagged a little.

She seemed oblivious to the tears streaming down his face and took one last look at him and smiled. She reached for the door handle. Another stream of pee further filled his nappy. She pushed him into the room.

His teacher, Ms. Parker stopped in mid sentence. The entire class turned to look at Alan in his blue sailor dress. Almost in unison, their eyes dropped a little and they stared at the obvious bulge of his nappy.

There was absolute silence for several seconds as his class mates looked on in utter disbelief. Was this really Alan dressed in a blue sailor-dress with enormous petticoats, white tights, blue polka dot panties and a cute hat? Was he really wearing a nappy and suc-king on a soother? It took a while for them to convince themselves that the answer was yes.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #18 on:** March 04, 2007, 02:58:41 AM »

The class descended into uproar while Alan’s mother led him to a vacant desk in the middle of the room. The teacher made some cursory attempts to maintain order but even she found the whole thing hysterical.

Alan sat on the chair and bunched his petticoats around himself as he moved in towards the desk. His mother placed his “favourite” dolly on his desk which caused more hilarity. Then she unbuckled his mittens and took them off.

Alan flexed his fingers. For the first time they were free of the restrictive mittens. He realised that he could now take off his baby dress or his hat or, indeed his nappy. But he had no other clothes and certainly didn’t want to expose himself to the class so what could he do but sit there and endure their scorn.

“The school nurse will change your nappy when necessary”, she told him as she removed his harness and the class descended into laughter again. “Have a nice day Babykins”, she added chirpily as she headed for the door.

Alan sat rigidly at the desk and braced himself for a day of complete derision and humiliation. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting here in the middle of all his classmates wearing a clearly visible nappy and a baby dress, frilly panties and tights.

Ms. Parker turned to her blackboard again, having given up on calling for order. “Miss. Miss”, called the boy sitting behind Alan. “I can’t see the blackboard because of the big baby’s hat.” Everyone roared laughing again while Alan squirmed in his seat.

“You’ll have to move to a seat at the back, Babykins”, the teacher instructed him. Alan pushed the seat back and was about to move away when he remembered his dolly on the desk. He braced himself for the inevitable laughter and reached over for it. The class erupted as he headed for the back row, clutching his dolly.

Ms. Parker struggled to continue the class but nobody was paying any attention to her. Alan tried to concentrate on what she was writing in an attempt to ignore all the faces turned towards him. His classmates couldn’t take their eyes off his sissy baby clothes and he could see them smirking at his frilly panties and tights.

They whispered to each other around him. “He’s obviously wearing a big thick nappy.” “Would you look at those tights!” “He really loves that dummy.”

Alan grimaced as he realised that he was still suc-king on the soother. He hadn’t even thought of removing it. If he did now, they would know that it was in response to their comment. He decided to leave it where it was.

Gradually the class returned to something approaching normality. The other kids regularly turned around to get another glimpse of the amazing sight. There was still the odd titter.

Alan’s morning bottle began to take effect and he felt the pressure on his bowels. He tried to hold on for the break when he could somewhat discretely look for the school nurse.

So you could say that Alan was relieved when the bell rang for break. He let his pee saturate his nappy. His classmates rose from their desks but he stayed put, afraid that any movement might cause his nappy to leak in front of the whole class.

A couple of girls looked curiously at his lack of movement. Before they could reach any conclusion, he finished his pee and stood up carefully. He was about to move away from his desk when one of them said “don’t forget your dolly, Babykins. We’re in the music room after break.” Alan wilted visibly as he realised he was going to have to take his dolly outside with him.

The corridor was noisy with children emptying out of the classes. All of the kids in room 8 were determined to get out there before Alan so they could witness his appearance in front of the whole school. They formed a channel for him to walk through and the noise abated briefly as children took in the extraordinary sight.

Alan waddled down the corridor clutching his dolly and suc-king on his soother with his petticoats rocking back and forth around him. He walked quickly towards the offices where the nurse’s room was located. His way was soon blocked with crowds trying to see him.

He had to wait until the way cleared and he could walk through the laughing crowd of children. Eventually he reached the nurse’s room. He opened the door and looked in but she was not there. He sighed heavily and wondered what he should do. He overheard a girl whisper “he must need his nappy changed”. The tittering spread as the message was passed along.

He tried to ignore the grinning faces as he moved towards the office counter. An older woman was trying not to laugh as he approached. “Where is the nurse?” he asked. The lady pressed a button on the counter and leaned towards a microphone. Alan realised too late what she was about to do.

A loud ding-dong rang all the way around the school. Alan braced himself. “Would the nurse please report to the office?” The woman’s voice echoed around the corridors. Alan waited a moment and finally breathed out. “Alan Matthews need his nappy changed”, she continued after the pause. He could hear uproarious laughter coming from every corner of the school. His nappy suddenly felt very warm again as Alan soaked it for the second time.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #19 on:** March 06, 2007, 06:37:45 PM »

Alan stood there waiting for the nurse to come, with people jostling around him to see the teenage boy in a wet nappy. “Has Babykins done poo-poos?” someone taunted him. He glared at them initially, but realised that inevitably he would have to do a poo at school sometime.

Eventually the nurse arrived. Alan looked as relieved as he could, standing in front of his school mates in a wet nappy, baby dress, frilly panties and tights. “Is it number 1 or number 2?” she asked him. He looked at the crowd gathered around him self-consciously, wishing this could be conducted in private. He held up one finger and several people snorted with laughter.

The nurse took him by the hand and strode quickly towards the medical room. He tottered unsteadily behind her trying to keep up – the thick nappy making it difficult for him to walk properly.

He was relieved to get into the privacy of the room. The nurse spread a plastic covering on the examination couch and motioned him over to it. When he sat up on the side, he saw that the window into the corridor had its blinds open and a crowd was peering in.

He grunted a couple of protests through his soother but the nurse pushed him back. She pulled his petticoats up out of the way and Alan could see nothing below them. He felt his shoes being removed and then she pulled down his frilly panties. There was great laughter from the other side of the window. People were pushing to see.

She pulled down his tights. “Look, he’s wearing an old fashioned cloth nappy with plastic panties!” a girl shouted outside the window. Alan suc-ked hard on his soother.

The nurse peeled the damp plastic panties off the nappy. “Ugh!” “Oh, my gawd!” he heard from the corridor. The nurse walked over to the window. “Right, that’s enough”, she said. “It’s not his fault that he needs to wear nappies.” “Oh but it is”, came a protest from the other side. “He wants to be kept like a baby girl – he loves it.”

The nurse flicked the blinds shut and turned to look at Alan with raised eyebrows. He wasn’t allowed to deny it. He just suc-ked on his soother. The nurse shrugged when no denial ensued. “Take’s all sorts I suppose.” She continued changing him.

She put a clean nappy on him, pulled on fresh plastic panties, his tights, frilly panties and re-fixed his shoes. He finally got to lower his petticoats – not that they covered much anyway.

She opened the door and he braced himself to face the inevitable crowd outside. They formed a circle outside the door and all the taunts started again when he walked out. “Has Babykins got a nice clean nappy?” “He’s always suc-king on that soother!”

“Just a minute”, the nurse called. He turned to her and she handed him his dolly to great laughter. “You’re to come back here at lunch time.” Alan wondered what that was for. He was unlikely to be wet again by then.

He pushed his way through the crowds to the music room. He was careful to sit at the back. The teacher made no comment when she entered the room but was fighting off a smile.

“Now I want you to listen to this piece of music and let me know what you think of it.” She placed a tape in the player and pushed the door shut. She pressed the play button. “Twin-kle, twin-kle, li-ttle star…” sang a childish voice. Alan sighed heavily while the rest of the class roared laughing and turned to look at him. The teacher stopped the tape when she was done laughing and took out the real tape.

At the end of the class, she picked up a pile of sheets. “It’s this class’s turn to perform at the Friday lunchtime concert so here are your party-pieces. She placed a sheet on each desk. Boys at the front turned to each other excitedly. “I get to sing an Oasis song!” “Fur Elise on the piano.” Alan got his sheet last. They all looked at him. He winced when he read the paper. A girl leaned over his shoulder. “Sing the Good Ship Lollipop!”

At lunchtime, Alan made his way towards the nurse’s room. He could hear kids whispering. “He has to sing The Good Ship Lollipop on Friday!”

He knocked on the nurse’s door and she let him in. She had his mittens and tied them back onto his hands. “Sit up there.” Alan sat on the side of the couch, his legs dangling over the side. The nurse handed him a baby bottle of milk. Alan winced when he saw it. The blinds were open again and a crowd had gathered.

Reluctantly, he took the soother from his mouth and started suc-king on the bottle. The nurse opened a Tupperware bowl. It contained pureed green vegetables. “I’ll just go and heat this up.”

She left Alan suc-king on his bottle and pushed through the crowd gathered outside. When she returned he was only half finished. She sighed crossly and took the bottle from his hands and tipped it up further as if that would make him go quicker.

The kids outside laughed at her bottle-feeding him. She was impatient and didn’t allow him a break. He had to suc-k and suc-k until the bottle was finished. Then she went over to put it on the table. Alan gave a huge burp that caused great merriment outside.

The nurse took a bib and tied it around Alan’s neck. The kids outside were in kinks of laughter now. She stirred the mush in the bowl with the spoon for a moment and then held up a spoonful for Alan. He opened his mouth and let her spoon-feed him amidst uproar from outside. “Let me see! Let me see!”

DaraJaney · « **Reply #20 on:** March 10, 2007, 03:04:39 AM »

He would have preferred to spend all of lunch-time in the relative safety of the nurse’s room, even if there was a crowd taunting him at the window, but once he was fed, she slipped his soother back in, took his bib off and shooed him out the door.

He now had to spend a good half-hour standing around amongst the other school children. As the door closed behind him, he looked warily up and down the corridor while clutching his dolly. There was no refuge. There were children everywhere.

A teacher told him to go out and get some fresh air so he went out into the playground. There was quite a breeze so his petticoats blew about the place. With one hand clutching his dolly, he only had the other free to try to keep his petticoats down.

As he wandered around the yard, little girls mockingly offered to let him join their games. “Do you want to play skipping?” one asked with a saccharine sweet smile. “Oh, you can’t hold the rope can you?”

Other girls were playing hop-scotch. When one asked if he wanted to play, another said “Don’t be silly, he can’t pick up the stone.” He certainly didn’t want to play a game that involved bending over, since that would only expose his nappied-bottom to more ridicule. Eventually the bell rang and they all went in for afternoon class.

It seemed like an age before the final bell rang for the day. As soon as it did, his mother came into the class room carrying Alan’s mittens and harness. “Do you need changing?” she asked. Alan shook his head but he had been holding off wetting himself. The other children watched with great amusement as his hands were disabled and he was strapped into the walking harness.

She handed him his dolly. “Wave bye-bye to the others”, she instructed him. He frowned slightly but did what he was told. The other children roared laughing as they waved back to him. “See you tomorrow”, one of the girls said. Alan had been so anxious to get to the end of the school day that he hadn’t fully realised that he was going to have to do this every day.

A tear came to his eye with this thought. Then he realised that his nappy was going warm. The distraction had taken his mind off his full bladder and it simply emptied itself into the nappy.

His mother tugged on the reins before he was finished but he didn’t want to draw her attention to his wet nappy in front of everybody. He could wait until he got home.

When they got to the school gate, Alan toddled off in front of her. “Just a minute”, she called. He stopped and turned to face her. She was looking down at his nappy with a frown. She turned him around again and made him bend over a little. “There’s a damp patch on your tights”, she explained. Lots of children noticed and gathered around. “Alan’s nappy has leaked onto his tights!” one of them explained helpfully to the others behind.

“That nurse mustn’t have put your nappy on properly”, his mother concluded. “We’d better get you home quickly.” She took his free hand and walked on purposefully. Alan struggled to keep up. He couldn’t see his tights under his petticoats but he could feel the damp patch spreading. Drops of urine sprinkled the back of his legs.

Some children were following them home, telling everyone they met that Alan’s wet nappy was leaking onto his tights. Everyone stopped to look and laughed. Tears were flooding down Alan’s face. He was working the soother very obviously too.

His mother made him wait outside the front door, not wanting to get pee on her carpet. Children gathered around teasing Alan over his leaky nappy and the fact that he was clearly trying to get comfort from his soother. He was past caring and suc-ked unashamedly. His mother opened the side door and brought him around the back of the house and he was finally safe.

All evening Alan was clearly depressed at the day’s events and the fact that this was going to be the norm every day from now on. He was going to have to go to school everyday in a nappy and dressed like a sissy baby girl. They would probably see all of his baby dresses and frilly panties. In fact, his sailor dress was probably the least demeaning.

He just suc-ked on his soother and hugged his dolly all evening. He actually looked forward to his nice warm bottle of milk before being put in his cot for the night.

The next morning his mother put him in his powder pink dress with matching bonnet, frilly panties, pink tights and white frilly ankle socks. He winced at the sight of himself in the hall mirror. If the kids thought his sailor dress was funny, they were going to have a field-day with this.

By Friday night he was completely dejected by a whole week at school. His only consolation, apart from his soother and dolly, was that Alice was baby-sitting him again. Even after two weeks as a sissy baby girl, Alice’s appearance still stirred something deep in the folds of his nappy.

She came in wearing a halter top that left little to the imagination and a mini kilt over sheer tan tights. She wore white high-heeled shoes and her face was heavily made up. Alan’s mother was surprised and thought she looked more like she was heading out for a night on the town.

She was momentarily concerned about leaving her son at home alone with such a gorgeous girl. She looked at Alan in his high-chair. He was clearly staring at Alice’s long legs and he even stopped suc-king on his soother for a moment.

Then his mother laughed off her concerns. With his dangerous weapon firmly wrapped in a cloth nappy under plastic pants, tights and frilly panties, there didn’t seem to be anything to worry about.