Baby Girl for a Day

[DaraJaney]

Just after Alan’s mother started spoon-feeding him his milk-soaked rusks, the doorbell rang.  She put the bowl and spoon down on the tray of his high-chair and turned to go towards the front door.  Then she stopped, came back and popped the soother into his mouth.  “Won’t be a minute”, she chirped.

It was Mrs. Fulton.  “How is our little baby doing this morning?” she asked brightly, looking past his mother at Alan in his high-chair.  His mother looked at him and smiled proudly.

“I’ve brought some toys for the baby”, Mrs. Fulton announced.  The women came into the kitchen and she placed a large box on the table.  They went through the assorted baby toys.  His mother shook a rattle and smiled at him.  He glared at her.  She brought the rattle over to him.  He looked at the mitten on his hand and realised that he couldn’t even hold a rattle.  “Take it between both hands”, his mother instructed.  He clamped the rattle between both mittens.  His mother stood back expectantly.  He shook it once.  “There!  Good baby.”

She returned to the box and left Alan holding the rattle.  He looked down at his bowl of rusks.  They tasted pretty gross, but he was hungry.  His mother was more interested in the toys.

There was a little drum.  A tin xylophone with five notes.  “He should be able to manage most of these toys”, Mrs. Fulton said.  “It’s mostly just things he can hit or shake or hold.  He can’t do much more than that of course.”  Alan looked gloomily at the box.  It looked like that was about exciting as things were going to get for him.

He gave a little groan through his soother.  His mother looked at him.  “What’s wrong honey, do you want to play with your new toys?”  He looked down at his rusks and kicked his legs to indicate frustration.  She smiled and came over to him.  She took the soother from his mouth and resumed feeding him.  “Sorry dear, I forgot how much you love your rusks.”

When he was fed, he was brought to the play-pen and his new toys had been placed in it.  “You play away there while we have coffee”, his mother told him.  He looked unenthusiastically at the baby toys on offer.

The women went into the kitchen.  Alan had really no interest in these toys.  “I don’t hear anything”, his mother called out from the kitchen.  He picked up a drum stick with difficulty between his two mittens and started hitting the drum and xylophone.  “That’s better.”

When Mrs. Fulton was about to go, she came back in to see him playing in his pen.  “I’ve asked Mrs. Lloyd to come over to you this afternoon with her little Joe.  He’s been back in nappies now for over a year.  She’ll be able to give you lots of tips and advice.”

Alan was shocked to hear of this poor boy kept in nappies for over a year!  Then he remembered that this appeared to be his own fate.

The morning and early afternoon continued with his usual series of feedings and changings.  The doorbell rang around 3pm.  He heard his mother greet Mrs. Lloyd and Joe.  “Oh, just look at him!  Isn’t he adorable?”

Alan looked towards the door.  In walked a boy, probably a year or two older than Alan.  He was wearing a satin dress in turquoise with big puffed sleeves and tightly packed layers of petticoats underneath.  The dress came only to a few inches below his waist and Alan could see most of his scarlet satin panties with three rows of white lace across the seat.  His panties were pulled up over white tights and the obvious bulk of a nappy and he also wore white ankle socks with red lace trimming around the top.  His turquoise mop cap rested above a dozen sausage curls.

Alan couldn’t believe that the boy was smiling!  And he suc-ked quite unself-consciously on a large soother.  “Isn’t his dress just beautiful?” his mother enthused.  Joe took the hem of his dress in his fingers on either side and performed a deep curtsey.  His ringlets dangled as his did so.

Alan realised that Joe’s hands weren’t even in mittens.  He gave every appearance of being quite content to be standing there in a hugely gaudy baby dress, tights and a nappy.  Alan wondered would he be so content if he was still in baby dresses and nappies in a year’s time.   He was quite sure he wouldn’t.

“Show me those panties”, Alan’s mother prompted him.  Joe turned his back to the ladies.  He bent over to display the frills on his panties – although it was hardly necessary. 

Suddenly, with his back safely to the ladies, the smile disappeared and he gave Alan a thoroughly miserable look.  So Alan’s suspicions were confirmed.  Even after a year being kept as a baby girl, you would not get used to it.  But that thought did not make him feel any better.

When Joe was instructed to turn back around, the sweet smile reappeared before he turned.  “Joe just loves his pretty dresses, don’t you?”  Joe emitted what sounded like enthusiastic grunts through his soother and curtsied again.  “He never wants to go back to being a grown up boy, do you?”  Joe hesitated momentarily and the smile slipped a little but he pulled himself together and gurgled again.

“And he’s been in nappies for over a year now?” his mother asked.  “Well, he couldn’t do without them now, could you dear?”  Joe gave a slightly-embarrassed smile.  “You’ll find Alan here will soon lose his control too when he realises that there’s no point in holding on”, Mrs. Lloyd said smiling down at an ashen-faced Alan in the pen.

His mother opened the side of the play-pen.  “You two play together for a little, while your mummies chat.”  Joe walked into the play-pen and sat down.  Alan’s mother clipped the side bars back in place.  Alan backed into a corner, uncomfortable with being confined in such a small space with the other boy.  But they could not avoid touching against each other.

Joe picked up a dolly and started picking daintily at her dress.  Alan looked at him as if he was mad.  The ladies went into the kitchen.

[DaraJaney]

Alan looked towards the doorway to make sure they were alone.  He removed the soother from his mouth.  Joe looked shocked that it seemed like Alan was going to speak.



“Are you really in nappies for a year?” Alan whispered.  Joe now had a frightened look on his face and he looked towards the kitchen with concern.  Then he directed his attention back to his dolly and ignored Alan’s attempt to talk to him.



“It’s OK, they can’t hear from the kitchen”, Alan whispered.  But Joe shook his head firmly and pointedly suc-ked on his soother, obviously suggesting that Alan should do the same.



“There’s no need to be afraid”, Alan persisted.  Joe gave him a look of disbelief as if to say “that’s what you think.”



Then Alan had an idea.  He held out his hands.  â€śCan you undo my mittens?”  Joe was appalled at the idea and shook his head firmly.  He picked up the drumstick and started banging on the drum, again looking towards the kitchen.



“Please”, Alan begged.  There was no reaction.  He dropped his hands in frustration.  This boy could help him get out of his predicament but wouldn’t.  What was he so afraid of?  He had spent a year in nappies and dressed like a little baby girl – what more could they do to him?



Then he heard the women coming back.  â€śâ€¦ and that gives you beautiful firm sausage curls that last for weeks”, Mrs. Lloyd was saying.   Alan jammed his soother back in.  â€śIt may be a few months before Alan’s hair is long enough.  I can’t wait.  How are our little darlings?”  Joe looked up from his drum and smiled sweetly.  Their mothers knelt at the side of the pen.  Joe’s mother prompted him to play with various toys and dolls and every time he obediently did everything she said and appeared to love it.



Alan’s mother followed her example but he was much more reluctant to act like a baby and only grudgingly did what she said.  He certainly wasn’t going to let anyone think that he enjoyed this.



The women stood up and watched their teenage boys.  â€śJoe looks so happy”, Alan’s mother said, somewhat wistfully, and then looked disapprovingly at her own son.



Mrs. Lloyd took her by the arm and led her back to the kitchen whispering some advice to her as she went.  Alan strained to hear but couldn’t.  Joe’s smile disappeared again as soon as the women left the room and he gave Alan a rueful look.



When the women returned again Mrs. Lloyd said “time to go dear.”  Joe stood up immediately and she let him out of the play-pen.  â€śWould you like to visit Alan every week to play with him?”  Joe nodded enthusiastically.  â€śGreat”, Alan’s mother said, “they can be play-mates.”



“Bye-bye now”, Joe’s mother said.  Joe took his petticoats in his fingers and smiled sweetly while he curtsied.  Then he waved his hand enthusiastically.  Alan’s mother looked towards him for a reaction.  He gave a half-hearted wave from his pen which didn’t please his mother much.



“Come along dear”, Mrs. Lloyd said to Joe.  â€śWe must drop in to your cousins on the way home.”  Joe’s smile faltered a little.  â€śHe has three cousins over in Fairview, Susan, Kylie and Jill.  They’re eight, six and four and they love playing with their big baby cousin, don’t they?”  Joe did his best to smile.  His mother took him by the hand and led him out the door.  He glanced back at Alan with a look of dread.



His mother saw them to the door.  She came back with a pensive look on her face.  â€śI need to go to the shops before they close.”  She looked at Alan in the pen.  â€śWho can I get to baby-sit you while I’m gone?”  Alan looked very concerned.  â€śI’ll ring Alice next door and see if she’s there.”



Alan winced.  Alice was two-years older than him and a gorgeous blond, very well developed girl.  He was goggled eyed whenever he saw her.  She always gave the impression of being barely aware of his existence and he was reduced to peeping out his bedroom window towards her room opposite in the hope that she might be careless with the curtains.  It had paid off a few times and he had seen her wandering around her room in her underwear.  It had only made him more frustrated.



His mother made the call and came back into the room.  â€śAlice will be over here in a minute.  She seemed quite keen once I explained to her.”  Almost immediately he heard heels running up the footpath and the door rang.



His mother let her in.  Alan squirmed in his nappy and baby dress at the prospect of being seen by Alice like this.  He had craved her attention but didn’t want it just now.  He could feel his cheeks burning and he turned his head aside so that the rim of his bonnet hid his face.



“Would you look at him!” she squealed as she came into the room.  Alan wanted to die.  â€śI saw the photos but this is priceless!”  His mother stood proudly by.  Alan reluctantly turned his head to face them.  Alice’s face was bright with joy.  When she saw his face framed by the bonnet and the soother in his mouth she doubled over with laughter.



“Babykins, stand up so Alice can see you properly.”  Alice laughed.  â€śBabykins!”  Alan stood very slowly, trying to put off the inevitable moment when she would see his bloomers.  He pushed his petticoats down as much as possible but before he had fully straightened up Alice exploded with laughter again.  She pointed under the hem of his dress.  â€śThose bloomers!”  She couldn’t say anymore.



His mother came over and made Alan turn around.  Then she pushed him slightly to make him bend over.  â€śIt’s true!” Alice blurted. “He IS wearing a nappy!”  Tears started to form in Alan’s eyes.  â€śAnd he uses it too”, his mother confirmed helpfully.



By the time Alan turned to face Alice again, tears were streaming down his face.  When she saw this, she momentarily felt sorry for him and made a sad face but she couldn’t hold it and burst out laughing again.  Alan stood there as her eyes scanned from his bonnet, down to his dress, his petticoats, his bloomers, his tights and his booties.

[DaraJaney]

“I won’t be gone for long so if he does anything in his nappy just leave him until I get back”, Alan’s mother told Alice.  The girl smiled again at the thought of him sitting in a soggy nappy.  “It’s OK.  I baby-sit all the time”, Alice assured his mother.  “I don’t mind changing wet nappies.”  Alan cringed at the thought of her changing his nappy.  “Well, it’s up to yourself”, his mother said.

As she went for the door, she turned to Alice again.  “Thanks a million for doing this.”  “Oh it’s absolutely my pleasure!” Alice replied smiling down at Alan in his play-pen.  “You’re to be good for Alice, do you hear?” his mother instructed him.  “You’re to do everything she says.”  Alan looked warily at Alice, standing there with her arms crossed in a most satisfied manner.

Once his mother was gone, Alice knelt beside the play-pen and told him to play with each of the toys in turn.  She relished making him shake the rattles and bang the drum and xylophone.

After a while she went into the kitchen.  Alan heard her burst out laughing again.  “I just love your high chair”, she said when she returned.  She opened the side of his play-pen.  “You’ll have to demonstrate it to me.”

Alan got up and walked towards the kitchen.  Alice smiled as she studied his baby dress and bloomers again.  His petticoats rocked back and forth as he walked and he tried to steady them with his hands as he went.  That brought another snigger from her.

She swung up the tray on his high-chair and Alan obediently stepped up and sat in the seat.  She put the tray down and it clicked into position.  She looked at the catch and at Alan’s mittens and smiled with satisfaction that he would be kept safely in the chair until she decided to let him out.

Alan suc-ked on his soother cautiously as Alice studied his lilac clad legs as they dangled from the chair.  She found a baby bottle and filled it with juice.  “Now, Babykins”, she said and she blurted laughing.   â€śHere’s your botty-watty”, she said in a babyish voice waving it in front of his face.  “Is the baby-waby going to suc-k on his botty-watty?”  Alan glared at her.

When she pushed the teat towards his lips he took it in his mouth and started suc-king.  Alice was delighted and stood there tipping the bottle up for him.  “That’s a good Babykins.  This’ll make a nice wet nappy for you.”

When he was almost finished the bottle she got him to hold it between his two hands.  “Here, hold it yourself while you are finishing it off.”

Alan watched as she left the kitchen and went upstairs.  He continued suc-king on his bottle while he heard her enter the bathroom.  A minute later he heard the flush.  He was already becoming nostalgic for the toilet.

Alice didn’t come straight back down.  Alan heard her burst out laughing again.  She had obviously seen his bedroom.  He heard her coming quickly down the stairs.  She came into the kitchen.  She was about to let him out of his high-chair but then examined the bottle.  “Nearly finished?”  Alan nodded, hoping that he would be excused the last few millimetres.  “Not quite”, she observed and made him finish every drop.

When he was done, she let him out of his high-chair.  He jumped down.  She took his hand and led him to the stairs.  She made him go up first.  As she followed he heard her tittering at the low-angle sight of his petticoats and bloomers.

He went into his room.  She went straight over to his cot and lowered the side.  “Let me see Babykins in his cot.”  Alan climbed in and she locked the side in place.  She stood back and laughed at the sight of him in the cot.

She started looking around the room.  The wardrobe caught her eye.  Her mouth opened in astonishment.  She looked at Alan incredulously.  Not only had he more pretty baby dresses in his wardrobe, but there were no other clothes there!  She put her hand to her throat and spluttered.  “You…you…you’ve nothing but baby dresses to wear!”

The tears welled up again in Alan’s eyes.  She saw the pile of nappies on the changing table.  She spluttered again.  “Your…your mother is obviously planning to keep you in baby dresses and nappies!”  She looked at Alan clutching the bars of his cot with tears streaming down his face.  She waited for some sign of disagreement with her conclusion but he just looked at the floor and suc-ked again on his soother.

With mouth still open in astonishment, Alice opened a drawer.  She took out a pair of frilly panties and held them up to examine them.  She rummaged in the drawer and confirmed that there was nothing there but panties, bloomers, bonnets, frilly ankle socks and tights.  She held up a fistful of tights in various colours.  She was completely speechless now.  There was absolutely no doubting that Alan was facing an indefinite future as a pretty baby girl.

She had brought him back to his play-pen by the time his mother returned.  Alan had managed to hold out on wetting his nappy and was relieved when his mother showed up, in more ways than one.

“Did he give you any trouble?” his mother enquired.  “Not at all, he was the perfect little baby.  If you ever need me to baby-sit again just give me a call – any time, it’s no trouble at all.  I’d love to.”

Alan’s mother was impressed by her enthusiasm.  “Well, I would like to go out on Friday night”, she said.  “That’s fine.  Perfect”, Alice confirmed.  As his mother walked her to the door he heard Alice say “there’s just one thing.”  He couldn’t hear the rest of it but thought nothing more of it.

[DaraJaney]

There was little excitement for Alan during the rest of the week.  He settled into a routine of regular bottles, feedings and changings.  He played with his dolls and toys since he had no alternative.  He quietly suc-ked on his soother and remained silent, as he still had not been given permission to speak.



The worst was being put to bed early every night.  He lay there for what seemed like hours since he didn’t need the extra sleep other than to make up for waking up wet in the middle of each night and having to cry into the monitor until his mother came to change him.



Friday came around and Alan dreaded being baby-sat by Alison. After his evening meal his mother brought him up to his room.  He was puzzled by this.  Surely he wasn’t being put to bed this early.



She made him sit up on the changing table.  Now he was really puzzled.  He wasn’t wet but she pulled off his dress and removed his booties and tights.  She patted his bum so that he would raise it and she pulled down his plastic panties and proceeded to unpin his nappy.  Alan had no idea what she was doing all this for.  He wondered was he finally being allowed out of nappies.



“Turn over”, she instructed him.  He did as he was told, turned on his tummy and lay facing the shelves.  He noticed some new fairy story books on the shelves and was reading the titles when his mother left the room momentarily.



“Cinderella”, “Sleeping Beauty” he read, tilting his head sideways.  Then he perked up suddenly when he felt his mother’s finger at his rectum.  She seemed to be spreading some cream there.  Then he felt the cheeks of his bottom being pushed apart and suddenly a plastic tube was inserted into his rectum.  â€śMmmffff!” he protested in shock.



“It’s alright dear, it’s in now.”  â€śMmmfff!”  It certainly wasn’t alright!  What the hell was she doing?  He heard a little squeak and suddenly liquid started pouring into his bowels.  â€śMMMFFFF!!!”  His sphincter contracted instantly but to no avail and the water continued to gush in.



He tried to get up off the table but she was pressing firmly on his back.  Eventually the water stopped coming and he lay there panting heavily.  She removed her hand from his back and said “quickly, into the bathroom”.  He jumped up and ran to the toilet bowl.



When he emerged from the bathroom he had a scowl that could kill.  He was still suc-king on his soother which had become natural for him already.  He was outraged that she had done this without so much as a bye-your-leave.  But he didn’t have a say in anything anymore.



She motioned him to get up on the changing table again.  He reckoned it would be a relief to get his nappy safely on again.  When he sat up she again told him to turn around.  He glared at her but she brooked no resistance and made him turn over.



When she again pressed his cheeks apart he gave another “Mmmfff” in protest.  Once again she applied some lubricant.  He groaned and moaned at the prospect of another invasion.  Sure enough he felt plastic at his rectum again.  Ignoring his muffled protests she proceeded and his sphincter was once again pushed open.



Initially his groans were slightly less insistent than before since he had been here already.  It was more of a whine.  When he realised that his rectum was being forced even wider open this time he began to whimper.  He held the table tight as his opening continued to stretch.  Eventually the object ceased to widen and then, much to his relief, his sphincter began to close again.



But not entirely.  He realised that it was only closing over a neck on the object.  His mother gave a little tug and push and it became obvious that the thing was held firmly in position.  He began to whine again.



“Turn back now”, his mother ordered.  He was still panting from the shock to the system and lay there trying to gather his wits.  He slowly pushed himself up, feeling the intruder with every move.



He gave his mother a desperate pleading look when they faced each other again and he gingerly placed his bottom back down on the table.  His mother had already slid a nappy under him and began to pull it around him.  â€śMmmfff” he protested.  It looked like she was going to leave this horrid thing stuck in his bottom.



Yet again, she completely ignored his protests and pinned him into the nappy.  He whinged and whined but she blithely pulled up his plastic pants and proceeded to dress him.  Tears were flowing down his face as she pulled his tights up and over his nappy.



She had just zipped up his baby dress when the doorbell rang.  â€śAh, perfect timing.  That’ll be Alice.”



She was standing at the foot of the stairs with a smirk as Alan was led down, very gingerly taking one step at a time.  â€śI take it he is sorted then”, she said to his mother.  â€śYes, he may wet his nappy but that’ll be all.”  Alan gave Alice a thoroughly dirty look.  This was clearly all her fault.

[DaraJaney]

When his mother was gone out for the night, Alice looked down on Alan in his play-pen and smiled.  “Sitting comfortably?”  He glared at her.  This wasn’t one bit funny.

Alice knelt beside the pen.  “Well, if you are a very good little baby for Alice, maybe I’ll tell your mommy that she won’t need to use the butt plug next time.  Wouldn’t that be nice?”  Alan nodded cautiously.  “So are you going to be a good little baby?”  He nodded again.  “Are you going to do everything Aunty Alice tells you to do?”  He frowned a little, wondering what she had in mind.  But he was thinking only of his very sore bottom now.  He nodded again.

“Good, now stand up Babykins.”  Alan did as he was told.  “Alice examined his lemon dress.  She smoothed out his lace trimmed white pinafore.  She instructed him to turn around.  He felt her fluff out the rows of lace on his panties.  There was no need to get him to bend over, they were in full view.

She made him turn around again.  She squinted at his bonnet, determined that it was slightly askew and levelled it up a bit.  She picked a black thread off his white tights.  “Perfect”, she declared.

“Four of my friends will be over in half an hour”, she told him.  Alan gave her a look of horror.  “They were all really keen to help out.”  Then she noticed Alan look down suddenly towards his nappy.  Of course he couldn’t see it because of his billowing dress but Alice knew what the troubled glance meant.

“Have you wet yourself?” she asked curiously.  Alan commenced suc-king hard on his dummy.  He was continuing to fill the nappy with a warm stream of pee that he hadn’t noticed coming.  “You have!” she declared.  “And you didn’t mean to, did you?”  Tears rolled down Alan’s face and she knew she was right.  He had wet himself uncontrollably for the first time at the prospect of her friends seeing him in a nappy and baby dress.

“I can see why your mommy has thrown out all your grown up clothes”, Alice mocked.  “You’re a real baby now.  You can’t do without nappies can you?”  Alan was blubbering as uncontrollably as he had just wet himself.

“Well, you’ll have to wait until my friends get here.  They’ll all want to see you being changed.  I promised them they could.”  Alan frowned.  “Now, I hope you are going to be good for my friends.”  She detected a slight look of defiance from him.  “If you don’t want that butt plug stuck up your ass every Friday that is.”  The flicker of defiance was instantly replaced with one of complete resignation.

“I want you to convince them that you are delighted to be kept as a baby girl”, she told him.  Alan winced.  “If you don’t then you know what’ll happen.”  Tears of frustration formed in his eyes.  What choice did he have?

“Now, I want you to show off your pretty dress as if you love it.”  Alan gave her a look of disbelief.  “Come on!” she barked.  With a very strained smile, Alan swept out his petticoats for display.  “That’s not very convincing.  Smile properly and clap your hands in delight.”

Alan tried his best but his smiles were obviously forced and his lack of enthusiasm was obvious in his mechanical clapping.  Alice frowned.  “Do you know how to curtsey?”  Alan reckoned he’d seen Joe do this earlier.  He tried to imitate it.  Alice smiled at his pathetic attempt.  “OK, we’ll have to practice that.”

It took dozens of practice curtseys to get that right.  Then she made him skip across the room while waving his skirts about.  The shifting butt plug and his soggy nappy made this particularly uncomfortable but he gritted his teeth.

She told him that if she took the soother from his mouth he was to pout and cry until it was returned to him.  Then he was to suc-k contentedly on it.  Likewise if anyone took a dolly from him he was to act very upset.  He was instructed to exude enthusiasm if he is offered his bottle.

While he attempted to act all these things, he was utterly unconvincing and Alice repeatedly shook her head disapprovingly.  How was he supposed to convince anyone that he was delighted to be kept in nappies and baby dresses?  He was mortified.  He would be sufficiently humiliated in front of the girls even without convincing them that he was happy about all this.

The doorbell rang just as Alan had been flouncing across the room to Alice’s incessant coaching.  He froze.  Alice sighed.  “If you don’t convince them that you want to be kept as a sissy baby girl then it’s going to be another very uncomfortable Friday night for you next week.”

Alan didn’t react.  He seemed to be distracted.  The doorbell had triggered another unexpected wetting.  Alice looked down at his nappy in disgust.  “You really are just a helpless baby now aren’t you?  I don’t know why you find it so difficult to act it!”  Alan suc-ked on his soother which did not help to counter her point.

She led him back to his play-pen.  The doorbell rang again.  The girls were impatient.  Alan sat down very gingerly.  What was he going to do?  Try to convince the girls that he really wanted to be kept as a baby or suffer this acute discomfort indefinitely.  As his bottom touched the floor, his mind was made up.

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He felt sick in his stomach when he heard the front door being opened and the giggling gaggle of girls outside.  He was going to have to act as if he loved being kept just like a baby girl.

The girls came into the room.  He clutched one of the dollies, suc-ked openly on the soother and looked up coyly through his bonnet.  The girls exploded in laughter at the sight of him in the play-pen in his yellow baby dress.  Alan just smiled shyly.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Alice asked.  The girls couldn’t speak for the laughter.  Eventually they pulled themselves together and moved closer to the pen.  “Look at that bonnet!”  “He’s actually suc-king on that soother!”  “And the dolly!”

“Stand up Babykins, so they can see you properly”, Alice instructed him.  There was more laughter at hearing him called Babykins.  If Alan hesitated to obey her, it was only because of the discomfort of the butt plug when he moved to stand up.

As he rose to his feet his frilly panties were revealed to the girls in their full glory.  They clutched each other as they broke up laughing.  No sooner had they recovered from that than they realised that the incredible rumours that Alan was being kept in nappies were undoubtedly true.  The bulge under his frilly panties was unmistakable.  They were crying with laughter now.  Alan just stood there was a fixed smile on his face.

“Isn’t his dress pretty?” Alice chipped in, which he took as a cue.  He swept out his petticoats seemingly proudly.  “He’s so cute!” one of the girls said.  Alan executed a perfect curtsey and the girls were astounded more than amused.  “He actually looks like he loves being dressed as a baby girl.”  “But he does”, Alice said, “don’t you dear?”  Alan kept his fixed smile and nodded seemingly enthusiastically, though he was sick inside.

The girls all looked at each other in disbelief.  “He asked his mummy if she would put him back in nappies, let him wear pretty baby dresses and treat him just like a baby.  Didn’t you Babykins?” Alice said, twisting the knife ever deeper.  Alan nodded again.  He was now suc-king determinedly on the soother and squeezing his dolly for comfort and it wasn’t an act.

“He has his own high-chair where she spoon-feeds him his meals and he drinks everything through a baby bottle now.”  The girls were not laughing now but were stunned by these revelations which exceeded even the extraordinary rumours they had heard.  Alan stood there in excruciating embarrassment.

“He has his own cot in his bedroom.  His changing table is up there too”, Alice continued.  One of the girls held out her hand to stop Alice.  “You mean …. he actually uses the nappies?  I thought you must be exaggerating about that.”  “Oh yes, he does everything in his nappies now – refuses to use the bathroom.  In fact he wet himself about half-an-hour ago.  I haven’t changed him yet so you can all watch.”  The girls all stood with mouths agape, staring again at the bulge around his bottom.

“Don’t you just love being in nappies”, Alice prompted him.  He wanted to burst into tears but instead he clapped his hands enthusiastically and gave a big smile.  A couple of the girls had to sit down now.  Gradually they succ-umbed to uncontrollable laughter.  The images of Alan wetting and soiling his nappies and being changed like a baby were just too much.

When it finally died down Alice asked if they would like to see his other baby dresses.  The girls clearly thought all their Christmases had come at once.  She let Alan out of his play-pen.  “Just a minute”, she said as she reached for his harness.  The girls watched in fascination as she buckled Alan into the restraint.  “Who wants to take his reins?”  The girls practically fought over it.

His soggy nappy stuck to his buttocks as he climbed the stairs.  He desperately wanted it changed but not in front of all of these girls.

Up in his bedroom the girls looked around in astonishment and examined his cot, his changing table, the baby monitor, the stiff-paged nursery rhyme books.  Alice opened the wardrobe and the girls took out his other dresses and sighed about how pretty they were.  They fluffed out the lace trimmings and examined the petticoats with gasps of disbelief.  Alan saw them look from the dresses to him, clearly wondering how he would look in them.

Alice opened out the drawer that contained his panties, bonnets and tights.  The girls grabbed pairs of frilly panties and held them up to examine them.  “My goodness they’re enormous!”  “They have to be to go over his nappies”, Alice explained.  One of them took out a pair of pink tights and shook them out in front of the others who exploded in laughter again.

Then Alice noticed one of them looking back into the wardrobe and wondering.  “He told his mummy to give away all his boy’s clothes because he didn’t ever want to wear them again.  Isn’t that right?”  She looked at the mortified boy.  He nodded firmly again and wanted to die.

“You mean, he wants to be kept as a baby girl permanently?!”  Alan cringed.  “Oh yes”, Alice confirmed, “and there’s no going back now.  All his boy’s clothes have been given away.  His old bed has been taken away.  That’s it.  It’s nappies and baby dresses for him now.  And he loves it!”  Alan managed to keep his fixed smile while all the girls looked at him in amazement, searching for some kind of denial that this was the case.  But none came.

“It’s about time we got that wet nappy of yours changed, isn’t it Babykins?”  Alan really, really did not want to be changed in front of all these girls but, as with everything else now, he had no choice in the matter.  Alice brought him over to the changing table and all the girls jostled for position to get the best view.

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Alice took Alan’s dolly so that he could push himself up onto the changing table.  “It’s alright, you can have her back in a moment Babykins”, she reassured him.  He cringed as all the cold pee was squished around his bottom.  Some of the girls noticed and sniggered.

“Monica, would you take off his booties?”  Alan lay back on the changing table.  Alice gave him back his dolly.  “There we are.”  She pulled up his dress and petticoats.  He couldn’t see past them now where all the girls were gathered around watching the procedure, so he just looked at the ceiling as his booties were removed.  Alice fingered the waist band of his frilly panties.  “Bottom up, Babykins.”  Alan immediately complied and she pulled down his panties.

“Laura, would you take off his tights?”  Alan kept his bottom in the air as Laura carefully rolled his tights off.  There was tittering as the girls saw his cloth nappy through the plastic panties.

“Better let me do this”, Alice said as she prepared to take off his plastic panties.  She pushed his dress and petticoats right up out of the way.  She peeled off the plastic panties.  Monica went “ew!”  Then Alice removed the two nappy pins in turn and took off his soaked nappy.

Alan’s upper body was enveloped in layers of petticoats while his lower half was completely exposed to the girls standing around.  There was more tittering and sniggering before Alice started mopping him with the baby-wipes.

“Turn over Babykins”, she instructed and he complied, trying to hold his petticoats up as he turned.  “Here, let me”, he heard Laura say and then he felt his bottom being wiped all around.  Monica insisted on applying the powder to his bottom and although he turned back again after that, he couldn’t see who was working on him next.  At times there were clearly more than two hands working on him.

He just wished that they would get his clean nappy on him as soon as possible and he couldn’t wait to get his tights and frilly panties back on and finally lower his petticoats again.

But as Alice pulled his plastic panties up over his nappy Monica asked “can we put one of his other baby dresses on him?”  “Sure, why not?” Alice agreed.  She unbuckled his harness while the girls ran over to his wardrobe to argue over which baby dress to put him in.

Alice unzipped his dress and, as she started pulling it up over his head, realised that his soother was attached to his dress with a ribbon.  “You’ll have to let go of your soother for a moment Babykins”, she told him.  “I promise you’ll have it back in a jiffy.”

He scowled at her attempt to make out that he really wanted to suc-k on a soother every moment of the day.  He opened his mouth and let the soother fall out.  She pulled the dress over his head.

It actually felt odd not to have a soother or teat or feeding spoon in his mouth for the first time in a few days.  He exercised his jaw while he had the chance.

As he emerged beneath the petticoats he saw the girls had decided on the blue sailor dress.  He quickly disappeared under a mass of netting as this dress was put on him.  When his head emerged through the stiff white collar, he looked down at the dress which had white piping all around and a big white bow in the centre of his chest.

The girls straightened out the layers of net petticoats and when they were done Alan was sitting there with his arms resting on the enormous skirts around him.  He couldn’t see exactly how long the dress was but in his seated position it actually seemed to cover his bottom.

Alice anxiously returned his soother to him and was surprised how willingly he opened his mouth and let her pop it in.  “There we are.  That wasn’t too bad was it?”  He gave her a disgusted look to try to counteract her implication that he really wanted it back but then he took two quick suc-ks and gave the game away.

Monica pulled white tights up over his nappy.  Laura found the matching blue panties with white polka dots and stiff lace trim around the leg openings.  She held them up for everyone to see.  “Gosh, they’re really big!”  She pulled them up his legs and commented “I see now that they have to be that big to go over his nappy.”  Alice put the blue and white round cap on his head and all the girls stood back to admire him.

They helped Alan down from the changing table.  He couldn’t help himself but check the mirror.  In the standing position, his lace-trimmed polka dot panties were clearly visible under his mass of net petticoats.  His arms rested at a forty-five degree angle over his stiff cotton dress.

“I think it’s time you had a nice bottle of warm milk”, Alice announced.  The girls all giggled excitedly and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.  Alice helped Alan down the stairs slowly.  He couldn’t see the steps beneath the expanses of his sailor dress.

She brought him into the kitchen where Monica was helpfully holding up the tray of his high-chair.  He sat up into it but all the netting could not fit within the chair and when he sat he disappeared into the middle of his dress.  There was much laughter as the girls tried to crush the net petticoats into the confined space around him.  Eventually they were able to swing the tray down in front of him and click it in place.

Alan was wedged firmly in the centre of the tightly packed petticoats as Monica tied a bib around his neck.  His soother was whipped out and replaced immediately with the teat of a feeding bottle.  Laura held it up for him with a big grin as Alan proceeded to suc-k on it.

She kept the bottle tipped up for several minutes not realising that she needed to give him a break now and then.  He grunted to try to give her the message but she ignored him.  Then he whimpered as he continued to suc-k but she kept the bottle pressed to his mouth.  Eventually he had to pull his head back and take his mouth away from the bottle.  Milk dribbled from the teat down his chin and onto his bib.