[Here is a one part story for the day that's in it. A Happy Nappy Christmas to everyone and many thanks for all the encouraging comments on my stories - I really do appreciate it.]
Little Jenny came running in to her mother crying. “What’s wrong dear?” her mother asked as she knelt down to hug the tearful girl. “Jack says that there’s no such thing as Santa!” the girl protested.
Just then her big brother appeared in the door with a nasty grin on his face. His mother glared at him. “Don’t be silly dear, he was only joking.” Jenny buried her head in her mother’s apron.
But Jack wasn’t done. He opened the cupboard in the corner of the room. There was a stash of Christmas presents on the top shelf. “See, Mummy buys the presents and hides them here until Christmas night.”
Jenny watched with horror while clutching her mother’s skirts. On seeing this incontrovertible proof, she ran from the room bawling her eyes out.
Jack was grinning from ear to ear. “You, young man”, his mother shouted, pointing a finger at him, “are in big trouble.”
It took all evening to settle little Jenny down and she was still sniffling when she was tucked in to bed. “Don’t mind him dear”, her mother reassured her. “Those presents are from me to your cousins. Santa will come with your presents tonight. And he will have an extra special surprise for you. This will be the best Christmas day ever!”
Normally Jenny would be up on Christmas morning at the crack of dawn to run down excitedly to get her presents. Instead she stayed in bed, too worried to go down and check under the tree.
Eventually her mother came in and encouraged her to get up. Jenny went downstairs unenthusiastically and tentatively entered the front room to look under the tree. An array of presents were there. When she saw the unmistakable outline of a bike under yards of wrapping paper, she ran over excitedly. She tore off the paper and stood back to admire the shiny bicycle.
Her mother stood at the sliding doors that separated the back room. “That’s not all. I have a special surprise for you!” Jenny turned from the bike wondering what could possibly be better than that.
Her mother slid the doors open and in the back room there was a most peculiar sight. It appeared to be her brother in an outsized play-pen. Much of his face was hidden by a large pink soother in his mouth and by the thick lace of a pink bonnet tied on his head with a big pink ribbon which was finished in a bow under his chin.
His eyes were wide open in shock and he held on to the bars of the pen as best he could with his hands in mittens. His little sister was clearly stunned and moved closer to get a better look. He was wearing a pink gingham dress and white tights. On his feet were pink booties trimmed at the top with white lace.
A huge grin spread across Jenny’s face. Her brother moaned from behind the soother which she could now see was strapped into his mouth. He shook the bars of the pen in frustration.
“Doesn’t he make a pretty baby?” his mother asked his sister. Jenny just nodded. Jack got up on his knees and shook the bars harder. Jenny could now see his extravagantly frilled panties which were clearly stretched over a thick nappy. She laughed and pointed at his panties. Jack sat back down again quickly with a very hurt look on his face.
“He’s in a nappy!” Jenny blurted out. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Her mother smiled proudly and admired her son in his baby dress again. “Now isn’t that the best Christmas present ever?” Jenny nodded enthusiastically.
She stood right by the pen. Now she could see the sausage curls dangling from beneath his bonnet. She laughed and pointed again. Jack had a really wounded look on his face, remembering the pain and the horrid smells from last night as his mother set his hair in curls.
Jenny could see a strap buckled to Jack’s ankle at one end and a bar of the pen at the other. She was delighted to see that he couldn’t get out of his pen.
“Here, look”, his mother said to her. She reached into the pen and pulled Jack reluctantly up on his knees again. He looked very hurt and self-conscious as he exposed his frilly panties again.
His mother pulled his panties down to his knees. Then she pulled his tights down. Underneath he was wearing plastic pants over a cloth nappy. There was an unmistakably yellow patch on his nappy and a pool of urine could be seen in the plastic panties. “He wet himself during the night”, his mother explained. Jenny laughed again. Jack was clearly fighting back tears.
“Would you like to give him his bottle?”, his mother asked. Jenny jumped up and down “oh yes, yes”.
His mother brought the baby bottle of warm milk and gave it to Jenny. She then unstrapped the dummy and took it out of his mouth. She let it go and Jenny could see that it was attached to his dress with a ribbon.
When Jenny offered him the bottle he turned away in protest. “Now if you want your nappy changed sometime today you’d better do as you’re told,” his mother warned him. He looked at her warily. “Otherwise we’ll be bringing you down to the doctor tomorrow to deal with nappy rash.”
Jack frowned and very reluctantly let his little sister put the teat of the bottle in his mouth and started suc-king. Jenny laughed with delight.
She made him drink every drop from the bottle by which time his mother had produced a bowl of rusks soaked in more milk. Again Jack was reluctant to let his little sister feed him like a baby but it was made clear that he would stay in his wet nappy unless he did as he was told. His nappy was now going quite cold.
His sister fed him the rusks spoon by spoon and when she was finished she reinserted his dummy. Jack held it there in his mouth uncertainly. He reckoned he had to comply if he was to get out of this wet nappy so they didn’t need to strap the dummy in this time.
He was frustrated to see his mother and sister go for their breakfast leaving him still stewing in the play-pen. His mother washed everything up before finally coming to let him out of the pen. Jack was so relieved to be getting his nappy changed at last.
But his mother wanted him to twirl in his baby dress and bend over to show off his frilly panties in their full glory. He practically cried at this further humiliation. Jenny was jumping up and down and clapping her hands as he spun in front of her, his skirts swirling up around his waist.
Then his mother demonstrated to him how to curtsey prettily. He actually was crying now. “Oh is the poor baby crying?” his mother asked mockingly. Jenny giggled. “It’s OK we’ll change your nappy as soon as you show us a nice curtsey.”
Jack did his best to imitate his mother’s demonstration. He pushed the hem of his dress out either side, bent his left leg and pointed his right toe behind it daintily. His mother and sister clapped enthusiastically. “We’ll make the perfect baby girl out of you yet”, his mother said. Jack looked very troubled by that statement.
His mother had set up a table for changing him. He was mortified, his face burning red, as Jenny watched him have his frilly panties and tights removed. They all cringed as his wet plastic pants and nappy were removed. Jenny tittered when he unintentionally gave a couple of suc-ks on his soother so he stopped.
He started crying again when his mother produced another clean nappy to put on him. He had clearly hoped that his punishment was over but it was not to be. Soon he was pinned into the nappy and returned to the play-pen.
Jenny went upstairs and brought down an old dolly that she no longer played with. She handed it to Jack. He looked at it dubiously and then looked up at his mother who was watching with interest. He took the doll and held it. “Good baby!” his mother praised him. She was pleased how compliant he had become already. Jack just blushed.
As he sat in the play-pen he eyed the unopened presents under the tree. He presumed that they were for him but he was clearly going to have to endure more torture before being freed from this.
His mother went to work on the Christmas dinner. Jenny insisted on putting the TV on to the Barney Christmas Special. Even she had grown out of Barney by now so she left Jack on his own to enjoy it.
At around noon the doorbell rang. Initially it was a welcome distraction from the appalling TV programme but then Jack remembered that Granny was coming. He cringed at the thought of her seeing him dressed as a baby girl, in a real nappy and suc-king on a soother.
She rushed into the room and straight over to him. “Oh look at him! Isn’t he adorable?” Jenny came over to enjoy his humiliation. “What do you think of your new baby brother?” her Granny asked. “I think it’s great!” she replied. “He makes a really pretty baby.” Jack just sat there clutching his dolly, slowly going red.
It occurred to him now that his mother had not strapped the soother in and had not tethered him to the play-pen so it must have looked to his Granny that he was willingly suc-king on his soother and staying in the pen.
His mother made him stand up so that Granny could see his pretty frilly panties. When his mother instructed him to curtsey his Granny looked at her in surprise that he would know how to do such a thing. He somewhat reluctantly curtsied in front of her and she exploded with laughter.
His Granny and little sister continued to play with or torment him, depending on your perspective. Gorgeous smells of turkey and ham came from the kitchen. The table was set in the front room.
Just before 3pm his sister was sent in to him with a bowl of mashed sprouts, potato and carrot. There was practically a fight between herself and his Granny over who was going to spoon-feed him. In the end, his Granny took the first half and then handed over to Jenny.
Meanwhile his mother brought in the turkey and ham and placed them on the dining table. Plates of vegetables came out just as Jenny finished feeding him. The two adults and Jenny sat around the table and said grace.
Jack looked on in growing distress from his play-pen. When they finished grace they picked up their knives and forks and started. They heard a muffled whimper from the play-pen. Jack looked up with sad eyes at the prospect of being excluded from the feast. “You got your Christmas dinner already”, Jenny said over her shoulder and resumed eating. A dejected Jack slumped in his pen as the others worked their way through the traditional dinner.
When it came to desert, his mother brought out the mince pies and cream. She stopped by the play-pen. “Now if you promise to be a good little baby for the rest of the day and do everything that Mummy or Jenny tells you, then you can have some dessert.” Jack looked up at her and sighed heavily. The smell of the meat had driven him mad. It looked like they were going to make him act like a little baby girl all day one way or the other so he figured he might as well get something out of it. He nodded. “Good baby. Now hug your dolly”, his mother instructed him. He hesitated but eventually held the dolly tightly to his chest and hugged it. They all laughed.
Jenny was dispatched with a bowl of broken up mince pies to feed him. She teased him terribly, pretending to put the spoon in his mouth but pulling it away at the last minute. “Now don’t tease the baby”, her mother scolded but she laughed after saying it. “You wouldn’t like it if you had a big brother who teased you, would you?” They all laughed and Jenny made even more of a torment for him.
When his mother went to gather the dessert bowls she laughed at the bits of mince around his mouth. She fetched a napkin and cleaned his face.
Jack’s bladder started to hurt again. He had to presume now that he was in nappies for the day so there was no point in holding on.
The doorbell rang again. “Oh, that’ll be the Gardners”, his mother said as she went towards the door. Jack was horrified. Their next door neighbours were all going to see him now. He felt a warm patch spread out around his nappy as he wet himself.
In came Mrs. Gardner with her two daughters, including Alice, who Jack had a crush on. He had tried to look so tough and manly whenever Alice was around but now she was going to see him dressed as a baby girl. They stood and roared laughing at the sight of Jack in his pink baby dress, bonnet and tights. Meanwhile his nappy was continuing to fill up.
His pen was surrounded by women and girls now all admiring his appearance. “That wig of ringlets is so cute!” Alice commented. “That’s his real hair”, his mother assured them. They were initially speechless and then roared laughing again. His mother removed his bonnet momentarily so they could all see his very real sausage curls in their full splendour.
She handed the bonnet to Alice to place back on his head and tie under his chin. She grinned broadly as she made the bow. Then she tweaked his nose playfully.
Jack didn’t want to sit in a saturated nappy too long but neither did he want to let everyone in the room know that he was wet. They all sat down and his mother started distributing drinks. It was obvious that they were staying for a while. Jack waited until they were chatting away before trying to attract Jenny’s attention discretely as she passed by.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. He looked down at his nappy. “Are you wet?” she whispered. He nodded, grateful for her discretion. She turned to the others. “Mummy, the baby has wet his nappy!” Jack cringed as Alice and the others sat with mouths agape for a moment before exploding in laughter again.
“Can I change him?” Alice asked as his mother let him out of the pen. “Certainly”, his mother said, much to his horror. Alice took his hand and led him from the room as he looked over his shoulder at his mother hoping desperately for a reprieve. When they came back his cheeks were burning red and Alice was beaming.
When they went to go, his mother had a last minute thought. She took the presents under the tree and handed them to the girls. “These were supposed to be his presents”, she told them, nodding towards the play-pen, “but they are for an older boy, not a baby, so perhaps you would like to take them.” The girls were unsure. Jack clutched the bars of his cot anxiously.
“It’s a CD player”, his mother told Alice as she studied the package. “Oh thanks a million,” Alice replied and she tucked the parcel under her arm. There were muffled moans coming from the play-pen as the girls left with his presents. The girls turned and waved enthusiastically at Jack. “See you tomorrow”, they called out. “Wave bye-bye”, his mother told him. He mechanically waved his hand in order to comply but he was heartbroken to see his presents given away. Surely she had punished him enough already.
Eventually it came to Jenny’s bedtime. She stood by the play-pen to say goodnight to Jack. “Wasn’t that the best Christmas ever?” her mother asked. Jenny looked down at her big brother in the baby dress and nodded. “Doesn’t Jack make the most adorable baby?” Jenny sniggered. “Didn’t you love feeding him and changing his nappy?” Jenny laughed again at the memory.
“OK but remember, Jenny”, her mother sounded a cautionary note, “a baby is not just for Christmas”. They all looked at her. “It’s for every day of the year!” “Mmmfff?” Jack blurted from the play-pen. Jenny jumped up excitedly. “Oh Mummy! Can we keep him like a baby?” “Of course dear. Now off to bed dear. Mummy has to get his dirty nappies in the washing machine so that he’ll have clean nappies for tomorrow.”
She led Jenny from the room. His little sister waved back at him before leaving the room. Granny looked down on the shocked boy who was still holding the bars of his play-pen. “Who’s a pretty baby then?” He was still stunned. “We’re going to have great fun with our new baby, aren’t we?” Tears started to form in his eyes and he suc-ked hard on the soother.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: A Christmas Treat (Read 21679 times)
