Baby Girl for a Day

[DaraJaney]

Once his mother was gone, Alice came towards the high-chair and smiled at Alan who couldn’t take his eyes of her chest.  “I’ve got something special for you to look at”, she told him.  Alan had completely forgotten his soother now.

Alice had her hands behind her back and now she revealed what she had been hiding.  “Look!”  It was a DVD box-set.  “Three hours of Barney” the caption boasted.  Alice smiled at him as if she was expecting him to be very excited.  He glared at her.

She wheeled his high-chair right over in front of the TV.  She opened the drive door on the DVD player and put in the disk.  The menu came up.  The first option highlighted was “Play All”.  Alan cringed.  She pressed “Enter” and started three continuous hours of Barney programmes.  He sighed heavily.

She picked up the TV remote and turned the sound up loud.  She adjusted the high-chair to make sure that Alan was directly in front of the TV only two-meters away.  Then she put the remotes on the coffee table and left Alan there.

He tried to look pleadingly at her and whimper through his soother but the funnel effect of his bonnet meant that he couldn’t see her once she was behind him.  His whimpering could not be heard over the title tune of the first programme.  He twisted in the high-chair to try to turn around a little but it held him firmly facing forward.

He was stuck facing the TV and the sound drowned out everything else.  He wriggled desperately in the high-chair.  He shook the tray in front of him in the hope that it might have been left loose but he was held tightly in.  He sighed, grimaced and huffed but he was stuck there and had no option but to watch three hours of Barney.

He just about heard the doorbell ring over the din.  He turned to the right as far as he could and saw Alice skip out the door.  Her mini-kilt flipped up to give a tiny glimpse of a bare cheek of her bottom.

Alice came back in holding the hand of a boy.  Alan briefly saw him glare at him in the high-chair.  The programme went a bit quiet and Alan could just about make out Alice saying “it’s ok he can’t see or hear anything.”

Occasionally the screen went dark and he could glimpse a reflection of them on the couch.  They were clearly entwined in each other and each time he got a glimpse, another article of clothing seemed to have been discarded.

If the sound went quiet, he could hear moans of pleasure or giggling.  He couldn’t believe that his darling Alice was giving herself to another boy.  He caught sight of a reflection of her lying back on the couch with the boy making an unmistakable thrusting movement.

He tried to concentrate on the Barney programme now because he couldn’t bear the thought of what was going on behind him.  Between two programmes the TV went momentarily quiet and dark.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it”, Alice gasped behind him.  He could hear the boy panting.  He squinted at the screen and saw from the reflection that Alice was on her hands and knees on the floor facing the TV.  She rocked back and forth in time with her moans.  Alan averted his eyes until the picture and sound resumed and blotted out the unwanted sound-effects.

The next time, Alan could see the boy lying back on the couch staring at the ceiling.  He squinted at the screen and was puzzled by what he saw.  Alice’s head seemed to be half-way down the boy’s body.  Then the picture resumed and Alan was left puzzled by the glimpse he had caught.

Later, he heard the boy say “Jesus, do we have to listen to that annoying crap!”  Moments later Alice appeared in front of Alan wearing nothing but a g-string.  While Alan sat there goggle-eyed, she took up a pair of head-phones and plugged them into the TV.  The sound transferred to the headphones and she placed them on Alan’s head over his hears.

All other sounds were now completely obliterated and Barney’s singing was utterly unavoidable.  Alan still caught glimpses of the action going on behind him but his over-riding desire was to for the irritating programme to end – and soon.

Most of the three-hours must have been up by the time Alice appeared again.  Alan had finally forgotten about the activities behind him and was staring mindlessly at the screen.  She was dressed again.  She removed his headphones and stopped the DVD.  Alan remained staring at the TV with the utmost gratitude that the torture was finally over.

When she opened the tray of his high-chair, Alan remained there in a daze for a few moments before fully realising that he was able to get out.  He looked around the room in a half-daze.  The boy was gone.  Alice’s hair was all tossed.  Her lipstick was badly smudged and her breath stank.

It was well past Alan’s bed-time so Alice made him drink his baby bottle of warm milk quickly, undressed him and he was soon tucked up in his cot.

He couldn’t get the images out of his head.  All he could think about was what Alice had been doing with that boy.  His pen-is was growing hard inside his nappy.  He turned on his tummy and rubbed his groin area against the mattress.  His pen-is was now rock hard but he couldn’t get enough feeling to achieve a climax with it wrapped in the thick nappy.

He tried and tried but although he was highly aroused, the nappy made it impossible to come.  He ended up lying there totally frustrated.  He tried to think of his baby dresses and dollies in the hope that the arousal would go away.  He suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly but he was still erect.

He reminded himself that he was no longer really a teenage boy at all, kept as he was in nappies and baby dresses and confined to a cot.  But none of this averted the arousal.

He ended up curled in a ball, holding his dolly tightly with tears rolling down his face and suc-king hard on the soother for comfort.  This was it.  This was his future.

[DaraJaney]

On Monday morning he was totally resigned as his mother prepared him for school.  She hummed happily and he watched dejectedly as she rolled his pink tights on.  She pulled his frilly panties up over his nappy while he tried to think of the late afternoon when he would be safely back in his play-pen playing with his dolls.



He tried to ignore his mother fussing over his petticoats trying to get them just right.  But he couldn’t ignore the happy smile on her face as she positioned herself right in front of him in order to tie his bonnet under his chin.



In his high-chair he suc-ked on his bottle of warm milk while his mother ate her cereal, regularly looking over at him and smiling, clearly very pleased with how things had turned out.



Having finished his bottle, he waited patiently to be spoon-fed his rusks.  Soon after that he was standing in front of the hall mirror clutching his dolly while his mother buckled him into his harness.  She took the reins in one hand and the bag containing his nappies, plastic panties, spare pairs of tights and his bottle in the other.  â€śOff we go”, she called out cheerily.



It was amazing the number of neighbours who were out and about around their house and garden every morning as Alan was paraded down the street.  He never remembered so many people being around before when he was going out to school.  Women were dusting their porches, paying little attention to their work but watching as Alan tried to keep his petticoats down in the wind.  At least five women happened to be wheeling their bins out to the kerb just as Alan was passing.



At the school, just about all of the children were gathered around the entrance in groups clearly waiting for the daily spectacle to arrive.  â€śGreat, he’s wearing that really short pink dress”, he heard a girl blurt out.



He always had to sit at the back of the class because of his enormous bonnets.  It meant that he noticed every time one of the others turned around to catch another look at the extraordinary sight and he saw the broad smile spread across their face.



He was only sitting there a few minutes when his tummy gave a sudden and unusual rumble.  The discomfort quickly moved down his bowels.  With dismay he began to realise that he was going to need to do a number 2 very soon.



He twisted and turned in his seat in a desperate attempt to hold it off.  A couple of girls noticed his discomfort and exchanged puzzled looks.  Then he saw the smiles develop on their faces as they simultaneously realised what was about to happen.  Their hands went up over their mouths in an attempt to hide their great amusement.



Alan held on and held on.  There was only half-an-hour to go to the break and he thought that he just might make it.  Then all of a sudden he very noisily lost the battle and his nappy filled with very messy poop.



The teacher stopped in mid-sentence and looked at Alan over her glasses.  The entire class swung around in their seats and looked at Alan with mouths agape.  Then the laughter gradually spread.  The teacher couldn’t help herself but joined in.



Within seconds the smiles of the children closest to Alan suddenly turned to horrified looks as they started to get the smell.  The kids in the adjacent desks jumped up and backed away from the unfortunate child at the epicentre.  The effects quickly filled the classroom like the shockwave of a nuclear blast – children further away feeling the effect in turn and fleeing the source of the noxious fumes.



Eventually everyone else in the class was standing up at the front while Alan at regular intervals continued to fill his nappy.  The children looked at the teacher to do something.  â€śOpen the windows”, she called out and boys desperately scrambled to relieve the stench.



Without approaching any closer the teacher suggested that Alan needed to see the nurse.  He stood very slowly, feeling the mess shift worryingly around his nappy.  The children near the door pushed away towards the sides not wanting to get too close as he left the room.  There was much giggling intermingled with horrified looks.



Alan walked towards the door and the children scattered around the sides of the room to get around him.  He walked down the corridor hearing the relieved laughter behind him.  The children started to resume their seats, though many were reluctant to move too far from the windows.  Books were waved about in an attempt to clear the air.



Gradually they settled down into their seats.  The teacher was about to restart when the intercom went ding-dong.  â€śWould the nurse report to the medical room please?”  The children smiled at each other knowingly.  â€śEh, quickly!”  the voice continued.  There was another pause.  â€śAlan Matthews has done a rather messy number 2.”  The laughter echoed around every class room in the school.

[DaraJaney]

Every evening, while he was relieved to be out of school and safely at home, his mother insisted that he had to practice his party-piece.  She made him stand in front of the mirror and dance while singing “On the Good Ship Lollipop”.  She had found an enormous fake lollipop which he held up while skipping away to the song.

His petticoats fluttered and his skirts billowed revealing his pretty frilly panties right up to the waist band over the top of his nappy.  The thick nappy comically inhibited his dance movements so that he clumsily wobbled from side to side.

As Friday approached and his command of the dance improved, his mother insisted that he show more enthusiasm while he was dancing.  On Thursday evening he didn’t know how he maintained his smile while he really wanted to burst out crying at the sight in the mirror which was exactly what his schoolmates were going to see the next day – only they would see it from a lower angle while he was up on the stage.

As he sat at the back of class the next day, he heard the girls titter to each other just how excited they were about the prospects for the concert.  They looked over their shoulder at Alan and sniggered behind their hands.  They just loved his freshly pressed ringlets tied up with pink ribbon.

Alan was to be the eighth act.  The audience was restless during the other performers.  It was obvious who everyone was waiting to see.  The other performers themselves seemed anxious to finish quickly so that everyone could get on to the big number.

Alan stood in the wings clutching his oversized lollipop in his right hand while his left hand idly picked at his skirts.  As the seventh act performed, the girl, who was singing a ballad, couldn’t help but glance across at Alan and she forgot her words several times because she was so distracted.  The audience just wanted her to finish quickly.

She walked off towards Alan with a huge grin on her face.  He received a little nudge from Alice behind him, just in case he was reluctant to go on.  He waddled out into the centre of the stage.  The audience erupted into laughter.

He stood in front of them and it seemed like an age before Mrs. Plummer started up on the piano.  He just wanted to cry.  It was only when she was nearly finished the intro that he remembered that he needed to take out his soother.  He let it dangle on his chest.

It was bad enough having to do this at all but he really didn’t want to have to put up a convincing performance.  He looked nervously at Alice in the wings.  She was going to be babysitting him tonight and had made it clear that if he didn’t give an enthusiastic rendition, then the butt plug would be employed again.

Alan sighed and started dancing as he belted out “on the good ship lollipop” with great gusto.  The second line was lost in the audience laughter.  Alan held his hands out while he twirled with all his skirts and petticoats swirling.  There was a great roar of approval.

It seemed to take an age as Mrs. Plummer belted enthusiastically through each verse.  She continued playing for more verses than he knew, so he had to start again.  His performance waned the second time around, as he realised that he could be up there all day.  When she finally stopped at the piano, the audience erupted again.

Alan immediately waddled off but Alice turned him right around again and made him take the plaudits.  He waddled into the centre again and curtsied.  That only made them go wilder.  He went off again but the applause continued unabated.

Alice pushed him out again.  He curtsied repeatedly but the clapping continued.  Then to his horror Mrs. Plummer started up again.  The audience clapped in time and he had little choice but to put in a repeat performance.  This time he curtsied profusely at the end and then walked off determinedly, hoping to bring an end to the torture.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when the next act was propelled reluctantly on to the stage.  What an act to follow.

When all of the children had performed there was a loud chanting of “we want Alan, we want Alan”.  He stood wincing back stage.  He gave Alice a pleading look but she steered him back towards the wings.  In his distress he hadn’t realised that he had started peeing in his nappy.  He stood in the wings cringing and trying to stall until his pee was done.

Alice pushed him out as his nappy continued to fill.  He stood in the centre of the stage as Mrs. Plummer started up the intro again.  He was terrified that his nappy would leak if he started dancing around.  But what choice did he have?

He danced but his movements were clearly restricted by the pee sloshing around in his plastic panties.  The audience became aware of his discomfort and he could see girls nudging each other and he was sure that they realised that he had wet himself.

He couldn’t keep it up and stopped dancing.  Tears flowed down his cheeks and he started rubbing his eyes with his free mitten.  Alice rushed out onto the stage as he continued blubbering.  She took the soother and pushed it into his mouth.  The audience roared laughing as she led him off.

Alan was so relieved when he got home that day.  He was dying to get into his play-pen and lose himself in his story books.  He tried to shut out the day’s events as he suc-ked on his comforting bottle of warm milk.

Over the weekend he just let all resistance go and accepted that he was now effectively a little baby girl.  It was easier his way.  He just accepted all bottles and feedings, distracted himself with his dollies and toys, wet and soiled himself whenever necessary and curled up with his teddy at the end of the day and contentedly suc-ked on his soother.

By Monday morning as he was led to school by his mother, he had put out all boyish thoughts.  They could no longer humiliate him.  He wasn’t a teenage boy being kept in nappies and baby dresses.  He was a baby girl who was lucky enough to have the prettiest dresses in the world and that was that.

[concluded]