Boating Blues:----: moorings 1 - Fin

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I had been cruising the canals this day for about 5 hours, navigating locks every mile or two and was feeling in need of refreshment; plus I needed stores for the boat. So, at the next lock I knew there was a village close bye and decided I would trundle in and get some shopping and perhaps have a beer or two in the local.

Arriving at the lock I was lucky, another narrow boat was locking up and this lock took two boats, so we locked up together. Halve the effort and when you are as puny as I am all help is welcome.

Upon leaving the lock I found a mooring and secured the boat.

I noticed then a pub that was not marked on my chart and thought I would call in there and have a beer before my trip to the village for stores.

As I entered the building I noticed it was definitely Olde English inside and had little alcoves where you could sit and have a drink and meal nicely quiet and secluded. So, I thought to myself, OK, we will have a beer and luncheon here.

I went to the bar, ordered my pint of ale and asked the landlord if they were still serving lunch, to which he replied they were and suggested an alcove where I should sit. It was I have to confess a little away from the public area, but, I thought, suits me fine, no noise, peace, be able to enjoy my luncheon and beer in peace. I could always join those in the bar after eating.

Having looked at the menu I decided on soup of the day (game soup) and a nice 12oz T-Bone steak with salad and fries.

Within 10 minutes of ordering my soup was delivered along with two crispy rolls and was really delicious. A few minutes after finishing the soup my main course arrived. The steak was really done to a turn, but the landlady asked me if I would like some garlic mushrooms with it and I jumped at that, I LOVE both garlic and mushrooms.

Some 20 minutes later I had devoured a beautiful meal and ordered an Irish coffee, they were making it with an Irish Whisky I love, Bush Mills Single Malt.

Well, about 5 minutes after drinking it, I felt awful and had a sick feeling in my gut.  I then started to feel sweaty and as if I was going to faint.

The landlady spotted me and called her husband and he said ‘come on squire, lets get you on a bed and call an ambulance, you look awful’.

This is where things did not quite go right, yes he got me on a bed, but, no, there was no ambulance, just a leering landlady looking at me in a most odd way.

’Don’t worry pet’ she said to me. ‘You are not stopping here; we only select the people for advancement’. Advancement to what I thought. Here I am totally conscious but incoherent and immobile, being told I am to be advanced. Advanced to What? I wanted to know.

After what seemed an age two men came in carrying a stretcher, quickly lifted me on it and put me in what looked like an ambulance. I was soon strapped in, a mask put over my mouth and nose, me thinking it was oxygen, but this ‘oxygen’ made me feel very light headed and left me with a floating feeling. I lost all sense of time.

Eventually the vehicle arrived at our destination, the where or when of I have no idea. For all I know we could have been travelling 10 minutes or 10 days.

Upon arrival I was un-strapped and promptly wheeled into the building and a small room where some people (male, female I know not) undressed me and laid me in a bed where I was then allowed to rest until I awoke.


God, what a head I had, appeared more like I had drunk a whole barrel of beer instead of just one pint and liqueur coffee. This wasn’t just church bells in my head it was a whole Cathedral.

As I lay there letting this wear off I began trying to recall what had happened, and what about my boat.

As my head cleared I thought, well, get up find someone and find out what is happening. First problem, all I could do was wriggle, my arms and legs did not respond to my brain. So, I tried to call out, Baa Baa burb. My tongue was not my own anymore. Panic instantly hit me, WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO ME. Have I had a heart attack, stroke or what? I was in tears at the thought of this. What did the future hold for me like this?

Lying in my bewildered state I once again lost track of time, but, at some point two rather nice looking but motherly ladies approached me, they were wearing what appeared to be nurse’s uniforms.

’Hi honey’ one said, ‘I bet you are confused, well do not worry, all is well for you’. Mind racing as it does, thinks, how this can be well, when the nurse spoke again. ‘In your garlic mushrooms darling was a muscle relaxant, you have been chosen to be a little baby girl for someone.’  PANIC!! But once again, feeble movements and baa-baa-burb was my feeble effort.

She cradled me for a few moments and then said ‘it is time to start preparing you, we have to get you all nice and clean and perfumed’.

At this point I was at my all time low (as I thought) but when they pulled the blanket back and I realised I was completely naked, I went a little lower. The two nurses lifted me from the bed and put me on a table, placed this cream all around my beard line to the top of my ears and just said ‘bath time’.

I was then lifted from the table into a wheelchair, wheeled to the bathroom, then lifted out of the chair and placed in a bath full of foaming bubbles that smelled like a baby’s haven. After being placed in the bath the first thing I noticed was a tingling of the skin. However I was left there for around 30 minutes then the nurses returned.

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and that dummy again……… Hells Teeth!! As they lifted me out all my body hair seemed to just slide off, I was totally naked, not a hair in sight. All they said was, ‘There, doesn’t that feel cleaner’.



I was lifted from the bath into a fluffy towelling robe and patted dry before being re-seated in my wheelchair.



I was then wheeled back to a room, NOT the room I had left, this one was more like a nursery, babyish and girly. At this point I went mental, screamed at the two nurses, ‘goo-goo-ba-ba burble’. I really lashed out with my arms and legs, all two to three inches of viciousness.



I was wheeled to a plastic coated table and placed upon it, a strap was placed over my chest and tightened, one of the nurses told me it was to stop me rolling off the table.



It was at this point the stress became too much and I passed out for a few minutes. When I recovered I was still on the table, but now there was a male nurse measuring every part of my body including pen1s length and diameter, although right now it was a sad little thing.



Having completed his task he left. Once again I was left to the two nurses.



’OK’ said one, ‘time to get you dressed’. Thank heaven I thought, shirt and trousers and back to reality. Oh no, Nurse one grabs my legs and heaves them over my head, nurse two, great big dollop of zinc and castor oil cream on my bottom and genitals. Only comment was, ‘do not want you getting nappy rash’. Before I could even think J&J baby powder was being applied in liberal doses. Then my legs were hoisted higher and a cloth was placed beneath me, bought up between my legs filling my crotch space almost to my knees. It was then fastened around my waist, I found I could not close my legs anymore. At this point I heard a rustle and was shown a pair of large plastic baby pants; these were then gently slipped up my legs, allowing me to feel the sensation longer (although there would be ample more times for this).  They were then slipped over the nappy and fitted into place.



One of the nurses then took several pictures, put the camera down and proceeded to assist in the next stage. Firstly a pair of white knitted tights was put upon me, then a pair of pink knitted bootees, finished off with a pair a pink Rhumba panties. One of the nurses then lifted me to the sitting position while the other lifted my arms and placed this froth of lace over me, a white multi layer petticoat which buttoned on the left shoulder.  My arms were lifted once again and this sea of pink frill enveloped me. This was buttoned at the back and when all done I heard the click of a small padlock being snapped shut, then I heard the pop, pop, pop of poppers snapping shut to close the deep  lacy collar of the dress. A dummy was then placed in my mouth, fastened at the back of my head and then I was bonneted. Pink and white and frilly with a large peak that gave what amounted to tunnel vision. Could only see way head was pointing.



God I thought, this cannot be real, then a tinkling sound attracted my attention, Oh no, a baby harness done in pink leather with bunnies and bells on the front.



Duly harnessed I was lifted from the table expecting to be either bedded or back in my wheelchair, no way, it was a baby buggy with the crotch strap that pushes the dress up exposing even more nappy. Not just that but my harness was also clipped to the buggy ensuring I ‘did not fall out’.



All this was done and virtually without a word from either nurse. One nurse then said ‘time for ‘her’ feed’.



I was wheeled from the ‘nursery’ into a dining area where there were several people sitting around, God how embarrassed I felt, but, they all stood up and cooed, smiled and said ‘ohhh is this the new baby?’ My mind raced, what the hell was going on, how could I fight this, tell them all I want to do is go back to my boat. My harness was then unclipped and I was lifted into a high chair, the table set in front of me and a bib placed in front of me and tied about my neck so it protected my dress.



The ‘adults’ first course was served, a delicious looking soup, mine was two Rusk’s soaked in milk which my nurse ensured I spilled some down my front to mess my bib. Why did I agree to eat it? I was ravenously hungry, as if my system had been purged empty.



The ‘adults’ main course was a beef based course, mine was a bottle of formulae with additives. Diuretic, laxative and Oestrogen, but this I did not know at the time.



After the meal I was put in a playpen, once again, baby harness clipped to a set of reigns, but by now my stomach felt like hell, my bladder was bursting and my bowels ached. I suffered this for about half an hour and could stand no more; I tried to scream I need the toilet and once again, goo-goo-baba. It was then it all became too much, everything just let go; my nappy was full from front to back. God, this was SOO embarrassing. My head fell and I began to sob; never had I felt this way before, but, one of the nurses just walked to me and said ‘does babby need changy wangy then?’ In tones one save for babies.



If the crestfallen were indeed fallen, I was going to show them new depths. My nurse simply collected what I now know as my nappy bag, took out a plastic sheet, laid it on the floor, placed me upon it and proceeded to change me in front of everyone. Humiliation piled upon humiliation.



Back in my playpen I was left with dolls, rattles and building blocks, mobiles and assorted babies toys. Why? I know not for I was still wearing these odd mittens that allowed me no grip or anything.



Around 6pm one lady said, ‘time for baby’s bed’, at which point I was taken from my playpen, taken to my room and changed ready for beddy byes. Beddy byes consisted of a one piece, head to toe pink suit, harness attached

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Obviously for many hours I could not sleep, too early for me, also my stomach

was again doing its thing. Bubbling and blooping something awful. Then it happened, all hell let loose in my nappy again and before I knew it my groin area was soaked in urine and baby poo once more. The worst part is I had absolutely no control over this, it just happened. I knew what they were trying to do me but why didn’t I have any control over it.



Nurse eventually came in and changed me once more, this time into a thicker overnight nappy.



The following morning was novel, taken from my cot, stripped and bathed in a mass of perfumed bubbles once more, but this time left strapped to the table for about an hour with simply a nappy placed beneath me.



Then the gentleman who did all the measuring entered the room carrying a case. ‘I think this will stop any masculine feeling’ he said to nurse and proceeded to open the case. What he removed looked like a torture device and eventually proved to be so. He placed the steel waistband around me, put my now tiny pen-is into a steel sheath and closed it all with a shield, which he locked at the front. I was locked into a steel chastity belt. Not satisfied with that, I was then rolled over onto my tummy and he inserted a steel hollow tube into my anus and locked that to the belt too. Now I was chaste and open a**ed too, I had no control of myself whatsoever.



Once more, the zinc and castor oil cream, the powder and this time a thick night-time nappy too. Nurse said had to get used to free pooping and no touching now, a REAL baby girl, even if allowed to grown ups toilet I would have to sit down now to wee-wee.



My boating holiday had truly become a boating nightmare.



From there I was dressed as before except, now I also had babies knitted white tights on and my dress was a pale lemon. My lemon frilled Rhumba panties were put on over my tights and everything was done to ensure maximum visibility of them.



Again my baby harness was fitted and I was put in my baby carriage, taken to the dining room and fed. Two Rusk’s softened in milk and a bottle of formulae.



After everyone had finished dining this morning had a different twist, instead of being put in my playpen a pram was bought in and I was clipped into that. Only thing was I had to lie down as the reigns would not allow me to sit up. The pram cover and hood were put in place, as was the insect net, what is happening I thought. A few minutes later I knew, I was wheeled outside, placed in the shade of a tree and left. Baby was getting an airing. What baby could not see was she was at the front of the house for everyone to see.



I was left on public view for about an hour when nurse wheeled me back in, checked my nappy and told me it is time for school. She told me ‘now you learn to be a baby girl’. I was removed from my pram, taken to my room where the two nurses removed my nappy and I was laid over one of the nurse’s knee. Here I received 20 hard smacks on my bottom with a wooden hairbrush which left me screaming and sobbing. This, I was told is for being a ‘good girl, being a bad girl is a whole lot worse’. I was still crying at this stage and wondered what it would be like if I was bad, I do not want know.



At this point I was told my training was to begin, all that happened was I was fitted with a set of wireless headphones, a bonnet tied over them and then it was music. I was placed in my playpen once again and thought to myself, ‘This is training?’ I thought to myself. What I was oblivious to was the secreted messages hidden in the music and before I began to realise when my nappy was once again wet, but, this time it did not bother me, it seemed a natural thing to do.



This procedure went on for several days and I was now filling my nappies with no qualms, it was what I HAD to do, also if anyone took my dummy (pacifier) from me I burst into tears, I was almost afraid to be without it. My mind inside of me screamed ‘what the hell is happening’ but I appeared powerless to stop it. As much as I wanted to fight it I found myself unable to, and still the music played. What I did not know was hypnotic drugs were being fed to me through my bottles.



This routine was continued for several weeks, awaken, bath, clean nappy, fancy panties, petticoats and dresses, fed and longer and longer walks in my pram. The music eventually stopped, the messages were so well implanted I had no hope of fighting them; I was to all intents and purposes their little sissy girl now. It was also around this time I started feeling warmth in my chest, more sensitive than before, even when I was wearing a nylon or satin petticoat. My nurse noticed me rubbing my chest one morning and said ‘Hun it is time now for you start wearing a little training bra I think’.



The following morning, it was the usual procedure, nappy off, bath and dressed, except this time a white satin training bra was added. Apart from the new sensation of wearing a bra, my petticoat and dress also felt different. After my dress was all buttoned up at the back and locked, I looked down at my chest, and, there for all to see were two little girls budding breasts outlined in the pale lemon satin. My once male chest was now definitely a budding female chest. Two tiny mounds with little points that were definitely feminine. I was mesmerised by this, could not believe it was happening to me. Then nurse lifted my head, put my dummy back in my mouth and placed a bonnet on my head and said to me ‘not much now darling, but you are only a little baby and only need enough to say you are a little girl baby. We will soon have to have some new dresses made for you to allow for your lovely development, the bodice is a little tight now’. I remembered when the bra was shown to me and fitted I was going to try to struggle, but, I remembered the spanking I received for being a ‘good girl’ I did not fancy the ‘bad girl’ punishment as I was sure it would be a whole lot worse.



It was then time for breakfast. I was wheeled into the dining room and placed in my high chair, this time no harness; nurse told everyone it was to show off my new features. After my usual breakfast of Rusk’s in milk and a bottle of formulae (which tasted a whole lot better now that they had stopped using diuretics and laxatives) the lady I had always considered to be the overall head of the institute came to me and told me ‘time now for part two of your training baby’. Firstly young lady we need to give you a name, that will be Annette and next you have a appointment at Monique’s hair and beauty salon. Time to get your hair tidied’. Until now my ever-lengthening hair was kept in a simple pony tail. She called my nurse and told her ‘take Annette to the nursery and take her baby tights off and put her in ankle socks and sandals, then put her in her buggy, she has a appointment to keep’.



After wiping my face clean of all the food I had missed nurse then took me back to my nursery where she changed me according to Madams instructions, put me in my buggy and wheeled me to the car waiting at the main entrance. I was then put in a baby seat and my buggy folded and placed in the back of the car. For the first time in ages I was about to leave this place. The drive to Monique’s took about an hour, all this time I was on public view, particularly in heavy traffic and junctions, I felt totally exposed but no longer embarrassed, it felt natural and this was after all my first time in public like this.



Finally we arrived at Monique’s and I was taken within much to the tittering and odd looks from the ladies already in there. A lady approached, she was dressed very smart and her hair and make-up done to perfection saying to me in a loud voice for all to hear ‘Ahhh!! Here she is’ I have just had a phone call about you young lady. Apparently we are to give you the whole works’. This sounded ominous to me, and more humiliation. ‘Does she stand?’ she asked my nurse. ‘Not yet’ was the reply. ‘No matter’ said the attendant, ‘we can use the special child’s chair I use, that will support her just fine’. I was then lifted into the chair that had straps similar to those in my baby buggy and as a consequence when the crotch strap was fitted it lifted my skirts and petticoats right up showing off my finery beneath to maximum. There were many Ooohs and aaahs, how pretty from the other ladies as my lace went on display.

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My mittens, sandals and socks were removed and my feet put into straps which when tightened held my feet firmly in place, the same with my wrists to the arms of the chair. Getting out of the chair and my situation was out of the question. My hair was then lifted and a pink cape placed around me, the only blessing being it did cover my dress and panties. The lady just told me the straps are purely to stop me wriggling while they do my nails.



I was left in the chair for quite a while why my nurses and the lady discussed what to do, hair colour, style etc. Eventually it was decided I would be mid blonde with a deep fringe and as my hair was passed my shoulders they could do long loose curls.



My chair was turned around and leaned back over a washbasin once again without me knowing my Rhumba panties were on full display to the people in the shop. The process of transformation began, wash, conditioned and then the colouring process. Firstly, peroxide and then after being rinsed the colour itself was applied. A towel was then wrapped around my head while the colour was taking. At this point the lady who had just washed my hair said 'She is a bit smelly, do you think she has done something in her nappy?' She was quite right of course, not that I could stop it now anyway. 'Oh dear' said one nurse, 'do you think we have time to change her before you have to rinse her hair again?'. 'Of course' said the hairdresser. With that my second nurse went out to the car and collected my nappy bag. 'There is however one problem' said the hairdresser 'the only space large enough is here on the shop floor if the other ladies do not mind'. They all nodded their agreement and my heart sank. If I could have kicked and screamed I would have done but all I could do was sob and cry from deep in my heart.



When the chair straps were removed I did try to wriggle and kick, on(v to be told I was being very naughty, then with little effort my two nurses had me on my changing mat. Down came my Rumba's then my sticky and soggy nappy revealing not my manhood has all had expected but that infernal chastity belt shining in all its steel glory. 'Is that a?' 'yes' replied nurse, 'a chastity belt, makes her a real little girl'. By this time everyone was out from under their dryers, away from their sinks and gathered in a large circle around me. At this point nurse lifted my legs high revealing the tube inserted within me also, full of baby poo. This is when I quietly prayed LORD OPEN THE GROUND AND DEVOUR ME PLEEE'EEEASE 'Oh!! That's quaint' said the hairdresser, 'but how do you clean it out?' 'With this' nurse said, producing a sponge on the end of a stick. 'May I suggest something' said the hairdresser. Please do was the reply. 'If you popped her over a bowl we could adapt one of our tap shower sprays'. This being the device they attach to taps and use for washing hair. 'We could take the spray nozzle off and use the jet from the hose and just wash it out into the bowl'. 'What a clever idea' said nurse 'do you have one I could try?' 'Oh yes' was the over-quick reply. Obviously my prayer was unheard, no hole appeared and me now over a bowl having not only the tube but my bowel too flushed out in a hair salon. 'I like it' said nurse, 'an enema every nappy change'.

.My bottom duly dried I was reminded at this point I had been naughty, nurse simply got a hairbrush and gave me 10 severe slaps on each cheek of my bottom which had me crying my heart out once more, then simply said to me,

'there, now you have two more rosy cheeks to match those of your face'. Bright red and more tender than a well tenderised steak. I was then creamed, powdered, nappy and pants replaced without any fuss. I had no fight in me. Back in the chair my hair was rinsed, cut and permed into place. Instead of my usual dark hair I was now a mass of blonde curls. My fingers and toes were done, painted a real baby pink. Then my make-up was applied, a little eye shadow, blusher and mascara, but instead of normal lipstick the beautician suggested a lip stain, lasts a lot longer she said. Nurse was about to replace my bonnet when the shop lady suggested a ribbon instead, so, a lemon ribbon was tied into a huge bow at the back and long tails draped down my back. I sat now looking at the picture of girly innocence looking back at me. Before leaving the salon, nursed asked about some more ribbons in different colours and about the special hose attachments. The shop lady was only too willing to oblige with both. My fate was sealed a little more, more than I could say for my poor bottom

'Has Madam named her yet?' enquired the shop lady. 'Yes' replied my nurse, 'She is Annette' 'Oh my!! Was the reply 'such a pretty name for a pretty little baby girl, please don't call her Anne or Annie'. 'We are not allowed to' said nurse. Then the shop lady said 'I thought Madam was keeping that name for a baby for herself, not adopted babies'. Nurse just looked and smiled as did the shop lady. 'Home from here is it' enquired the shop lady, 'No, Annette needs to have her ears pierced now so she can have nice earrings in' replied nurse. 'Brabens the jewellers do a nice line of baby studs and earrings' said the shop lady. 'That is where we are going, and then on to do some shopping at the supermarket, she needs more cream, milk powder and bubble bath etc.'. 'Better let you get on then, sounds like Annette has a busy day, showing off her new hair-do and all'.

Strapped into my pushchair we left the shop and went towards the main shopping centre of the town. Our first stop was as mentioned, Brabens jewellers where my ears were pierced and a sparkling set of studs fitted. From there we went to Toots the chemist and my baby supplies were gathered, loads of creams, powders and bubble bath etc., even a bottle of little girl perfume which of course nurse had to try out on me in the shop. All this time passing people were smiling at me, blowing kisses and making me feel generally unhappy once more. I was not however prepared to have another 'tantrum' as nurse would not (I think) think twice about taking my nappy down and spanking me there and then. I had had enough public humility for one day. After leaving Toots we went on to Spansbury's supermarket where groceries were purchased, and despite looking the hole I prayed for never appeared 'That is it, all shopping and jobs done' said one nurse to the other. The second nurse then suggested they go for a quick drink before going home, 'that's a good idea, lets call in the Royal Oak, it is only around the corner and on the way back to the car'. Ohhh Noo, I thought, it is bad enough having sober people see me like this, never mind those with alcohol inside them. We arrived at and went into the pub whereupon my carriage was put in a corner out of people's way, but on view and I received some very odd looks and reactions from people. The worst being from a man at the bar, obviously worse for beer that kept blowing kisses at me. Seeing this, my nurse sat with me went to the man, grabbed him high in the crotch area and whispered something to him; thankfully he never bothered me anymore.

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While my nurses were enjoying their drinks I just sat and looked at my now bare toes, bare that is apart from my open toed sandals and the shiny pink polish on the nails that now seemed to shine out like beacons; as did my fingernails. I recalled from my days of manhood when I saw ladies, how polish really made there hands and feet stand out, now mine were the very same. About thirty minutes later we had left the pub and were on the way back to the car. The journey home was quite uneventful.

Upon arrival home I was left strapped into my car seat until all the shopping had been removed and then learned my fate. As I had been a naughty girl was to be taken to Madam directly. Tears began to form at the mere thought. Please God, where is that hole.

Taken from the car we went directly to Madams office where I was put in a playpen, my skirts and petticoats straightened, my hair fussed to take the wind out and my bow ribbon straightened. 'Pretty as a picture' said one nurse. 'Yes' replied the other 'may make Madam go a little easier on her for her naughtiness today'. I thought, WHAT, but I have been punished for that surely, please God, I desperately need that hole.

k you Ma'am for allowing me back.



My nurses waited with me until Madam arrived when they were dismissed. Madam just looked at me and sighed 'Oh dear Annette and you were doing so marvellously well. You realize dear you have to be punished' I wanted to tell her I had. 'It was my hope' she continued 'that next week we could reduce your muscle relaxing drugs and allow you to learn to crawl again and in a few weeks or months be toddling once more. However today's little episode has put a stop to that now for another 6months. You had been doing so well all these months and I was so pleased with you, you have really let me down. However nurse tells me you had a good spanking in the shop so I will not give you another one right now, but, anymore tantrums like this and I may never let you toddle, alright?' I gave a look of meek embarrassment. 'Now' said Madam, 'let me have a good look at my little Annette, my you do look soo pretty and sweet. Laura (I now knew the hairdressers name) has done a marvellous job on you darling, and nurse tells me she even gave her a new way to clean your bot bot today, you must be happy about that pet'. (Up to 6 enema's a day, I am elated I thought). With that Madam disappeared for a moment then returned with a digital camera, 'have to have some pictures of my pretty little Annette baby'. With that the flash went crazy, she must have taken around 30 different pictures of me. 'Now, what we need to do is get nursery to take you to your nursery, clean you and put you in your best pink frock with a nice pink ribbon for your hair and I will have some more pictures of my angel'. With that she summoned my nurses and I was taken to be cleaned and changed, and yes, nurse played with the new toy, enema number two today. All nicely cleaned up, dressed in pink and a large pink bow in my hair, nurse then went to my dresser and got the perfume she had purchased this day and sprayed a little on me. Along with the fabric softener used on my clothes, my talc-um powder and the perfume, I now smelled 100% feminine. Before taking me down, my new studs were swabbed and turned to stop infection.

Upon arriving downstairs in Madams study once more, Madam was waiting. 'Now young lady, we are going to take some pictures then you can have your tea'. I was put in my playpen when Madam looked at nurse and said, 'can't you tighten her waist sash a little more, try to make her new features stand out a little more?'. So nurse came over, and retightened it making me puff my chest out a little more and sure enough, my 'new features' stood out quite noticeably and making me more aware of my bra. Madam then proceeded to take another series of pictures of me.

Madam called nurse over and told her to put my Alice style pinafore on me, two minutes later and my pink dress was all white and frilly. Another series of pictures and Madam said 'All done, take her for dinner now'.

My pinafore was left on but a bib was also put upon me. It was then into my highchair. Dinner I was told was to be a special treat today, no Rusk’s in milk. This left me in a state of wondering what wickedness had they for me now. Instead, a bowl was placed in front of me with baby style pureed food; Oh deep joy when I found it was pureed liver and cabbage. I almost choked at this and a lot of the mess down my bib was not the nurses' fault; it was awful. My usual bottle followed this, which at least was a taste I was used to now.

Beddy byes came and went once more and the day began pretty much as usual with the exception of the now routine enema, which my nurses spent particular attention too ensuring I was spotless' both externally AND internally. Today I was allowed to be as boyish as I have been since this all began a new pale 'blue' dress with matching bow and white knitted tights. By now my harness was being left off more and more as my breasts began to develop, so it was only the straps in my carriage that held me today. This meant of coarse I was allowed to sit more upright.

I was more than curious as to why after all the fussing over my toenails the previous day I was suddenly back in my white tights. This was answered during breakfast (2 Rusk in milk plus formulae). Madam had decided that as it was Sunday my nurses could take me for a stroll around the local park, which is only about 3 mile away, but because it was a cool day outside tights would be warmer. Also she told my nurse to put my matinee coat on me; and a blanket for my pushchair just in case it turned cold. The horror of being pushed around a public park in my pushchair was not a pleasant thought, but I later found out I was to be wheeled there too. Quick calculations in what was left to me of my mind worked it out as brisk walking pace, 4mph, therefore 3 miles each way equals 90 minutes. Time in park, have to allow at least 1 hour, perhaps even 2, a total time of almost 3.5 hours and with at least one nappy change; at least it will be without that horrible spray this time but in a very public place.  Of course, nannies do not rush when showing off babies so I envisaged well over an hour each way walking and a good 2 hours in park taking the 3.5 hours up 5hours. This was looking very much like a two nappy trip. Please God where is that hole I prayed for yesterday. Nurse disappeared for a few moments and then returned with a knitted matinee coat for me and quickly put it upon me. When I saw it I thought, this is pretty, I was all white except for a blue ribbon at the neckline, which after the

buttons were done, up was tied in a nice bow beneath my chin. Again, what bit of mind that was mine went into overdrive, My God I thought, I just thought this is pretty, I really am losing it. I was put into my pushchair and prepared to be taken out for walkies and began to wriggle and struggle, 'What is the matter with my baby' asked Madam I began to cry and reach out when nurse said 'Oh! I wonder if she wants her teddy bear' (This is the teddy bear I usually 'had' to sleep with). 'Go fetch it for her' said Madam, 'this could be a very' encouraging sign'. My nurse went for my teddy bear and gave it to me and I settled down once more. My mind screamed; what are you doing? But all I heard was Madam and nurse saying 'Ahhh how cute, she missed her teddy bear'.

I never considered my teddy bear worth a mention until now, as it was on(y something given to me whilst in my cot. However, now it appears I need her (yes, it is a girl teddy) with me more often.

Happy now I had Ba Ba (teddy's name) with me, for some reason the trip to the park no longer seemed so perilous. It was decided whilst going to the park I would wear my harness in my pushchair and when it was put on me I really could feel my femininity. Almost as if the bunnies embossed on my harness were caressing my developing bust.

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All duly snuggled into my push-chair we commenced the long walk down the drive from the house to the lane and on to the park.  As my worst fears had imagined it was slow and show off time. We seemed to stop every two minutes for people to look and I wondered if we were ever going to get there. However, eventually we did arrive at the park, lots more viewing but fortunately for me during the long walk / had fallen asleep so missed all that attention.

My nurses found a spot with a large sprawling Oak tree and as it was still quite sunny and reasonably warm decided to stop and rest. One said 'do you think it is too cool to let Annette have a little stretch in the sun' 'No' was the reply, so a blanket was laid out in the shade and I was laid upon it minus harness allowing natures little mounds to show once again.

I lay there in the shade with Ba Ba quite happy when all of a sudden this elderly spinster looking lady came into view, startled me and I pushed some poo into my nappy. 'Oh my' she said, 'how sweet and such a lovely teddy too, doesn't she look so pretty and contented'. My nurse replied, 'Yes, but I think it is time she was changed'. The dear sweet spinster lady said 'Ohh!! May I? I have never had children of my own; I am unable. I would love to if I may' And, nurse being such a sweet person (I think not) said 'of course, Annette would love that, I will get her clean nappy, cream, powder and wipes for you'.

Ohhhh please God; give me the hole. Instead while nurse was obtaining all my necessaries from my nappy bag the 'dear' old lady was stripping me. Of course, once my nappy was removed my shiny steel knickers shone in the sun like a new star. 'Ohh!! I say' she said, 'you DO keep her protected don't you'. 'Oh yes' replied nurse, nothing too good for our baby girl. 'Real steel too' said the old lady. She looked at me and said' you should think yourself lucky young lady that they care so much for you'. If I could have goo goo'd any louder she would have heard me, my mind screamed.



In a very professional way she cleaned me applied my cream (commenting to the nurse she still used zinc and castor oil, none of these new fangled things) powder and thick nappy, pulled my plastic pants up and then my Rhumba's. Sitting me up she then proceeded to straighten my skirts and petticoats. 'Bet you feel better now darling' she cooed. All I could do was turn red, hug Ba Ba and suc-kle my dummy.



That all done nurse looked me closely and said 'would Annette like an ice keam' I replied in the only way allowed to me, a excited little wiggle. 'Bless her, what an angel' said the old lady, 'how well she understands for a baby'. My nurse went off and got everyone a ice cream, mine being slowly spoon fed to me of course by the old lady. There I was, with bib and this little old lady with spoon of ice cream for me in one hand and lavender perfumed hanky in the other catching my dribbles. I tried to say thank you and got as far as ba ba gooo. She looked at my nurses and said 'do you know, I think she is trying to talk'. 'Bless you darling' she said to me.



Ice cream being only semi solid and my system being only used to semi liquid diets of course the ice cream soon became liquid and passed straight through my system into the collective nappy once more and aroma's arose. 'Oh dear' said the old lady; 'I think she has poo-poo'd once more'. 'Yes' replied nurse and she knows it is naughty to do it twice so soon. No more to do, she took Ba-Ba from me, took my dummy out and I began to sob broken hearted baby sobs. I had lost my two closest friends. 'My dear, how is she expected to control herself with that permanent hole'. 'She is not, but she is also not expected to soil her nappy as quickly as this, she will be punished'. My lower body part was duly stripped, I was put over nurses knee and received twenty hard slaps with a hairbrush. Cleaned, creamed, powdered and nappied once again. I was put into my pushchair still sobbing my heart out, my harness put on and clipped in. The kindly old lady came over and placed my dummy back in my mouth, gave me Ba-Ba back and I settled down again, just quietly sobbing to myself.



'Time to take her home now' said nurse turning my pushchair around in the direction for home. 'I wonder' said the elderly lady 'if it would be possible to visit Annette occasionally, she is such a sweet baby'. Nurse replied, 'I am not sure, I will ask the Mistress of the house, I will let you know'. With that the old lady gave my nurse a card and said 'please do '.



It was getting cool now, so before we journeyed home nurse put a blanket over me and the pushchair hood up and covers on.



Once home I was taken to my nursery, stripped and taken to the bathroom where I received my usual bubble bath, thorough cleansing and 'enema'. From there taken back to my nursery and dressed ready for tea. This time however it was not a dress, it was my nightclothes, overnight nappy and baby doll style nightdress. I was sat in my highchair, my bib placed upon me and the table clipped into place. Although I had my dummy, Madam noticed I was still fidgeting, 'What's the matter with Annette' she asked, 'perhaps a tender bottom, she had it slapped today' nurse replied. 'No' said Madam, 'fetch Ba-Ba for her'. Once I had my teddy I was content once again. Brain once more in overdrive saying to itself, THIS CANNOT BE TRUE. But, I was content.



Tonight's tea was a special treat, pureed chicken and parsnip, for once I actually enjoyed the taste. Madam said to me 'Is babby enjoying den' and I wiggled with excitement. Hells teeth screamed my brain, you can't, T-bone steak and a pint is yours, but I was really enjoying my chicken and parsnip which of course was followed by my bottle of formulae.



Whilst we were dining nurse told Madam of the elderly spinster we met in the park and the interest she had shown me, she also told her that she would like to visit, gave Madam the card given her and said if it was possible for visits would Madam please ring her and let her know. What sort of person did she look like asked Madam, kindly and elderly spinster type said nurse. Really took a shine to Annette. 'Hear that darling?' Madam said to me, 'you have a lady admirer'. I just kicked and wriggled in my highchair trying to show excitement.



Madam must have rung her because the following Saturday I was dressed in my prettiest pink and white dress, swishiest petticoats white tights and frilly pants, my pink and white matching mittens and bootees. I was very carefully fed at breakfast, ensuring no dribbles even though I did have my bib on.



I was totally confused with all the fuss.



About an hour later all was answered when the doorbell rang and in walked the kindly old lady. At this point one of the nurses put my coat on me, my harness then a bonnet on my head forming a big bow under my chin. I was then strapped in my pushchair. The weather was not good so the cover was put on and the hood up then wheeled into the hallway and left. Shortly afterwards the spinster lady came through, looked at me and said ‘Are we all ready for our day out then?’. Madam came and said to the lady 'Hello Susan, she is all ready for you', handing her my baby-bag, ‘everything you need is in there, spare nappies, panties, there is also 3 bottles if you can get them warmed’.



Once outside I was wheeled straight to a waiting car where a driver stepped out and took me from my pushchair and placed me in a special seat in the back of the car and strapped me in. All the signs were for more than a stroll in the park.

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We drove for about one and half-hours ending at this rather large house standing in it’s own grounds; perhaps the old ladies home. The car stopped at the main entrance and a butler looking person who proceeded to the car, opened the door for the lady and then helped the driver place me back in my pushchair immediately opened the door. Obviously I was expected, as there was no surprised look at all. I was wheeled into the house, to a very bright conservatory at the rear where a large playpen awaited me. The little old lady came in, released me from my pushchair and proceeded to take my reigns and coat off. I was the given a bottle they had prepared and lifted into the playpen.

’Right my little darling’ said the lady. ‘I am your new Aunty Susan and you are staying with me for the whole weekend, and we need to make a change or two.’ In a matter of minutes I was transferred from the playpen to a nursery room whereupon a maid who was waiting there proceeded to take my clothes off me. Sat only in my nappy and pants I was then left alone for a few minutes now in a state of total confusion. It was only about thirty minutes later when Aunty Susan came in with the Butler person; he was carrying a small box in his hand. ‘Right darling’ said Aunty, ‘We have here a large paddling pool but of course you cannot go in wearing a nappy, so, Charles here is going to remove that horrid tube you are wearing in your botty’. I was then laid face down on a changing table, my nappy lowered and Charles then proceeded to fiddle for a few minutes, then luxury of luxuries, I felt that torture device being removed for the first time in many-many months. Aunty Susan then went on to explain I have to keep my nappy on now to allow my bot bot to close. Unfortunately though she was so taken with the chastity belt it was decided that had to remain. At least I was rid of that beastly plug for now.

Aunty Susan then called her maid back and instructed her to bathe me and dress me once more. All bathed and back in the nursery I could not see my dress or slips. However I was firstly put into a nice thick fluffy nappy and plastic pants once more, then the maid went to a large built in wardrobe and opened the doors to reveal a mass of dresses and slips. She picked a pale lemon dress with matching petticoats and proceeded to dress me. With white tights and pale lemon bootees and lemon ribbons I was almost dressed. Aunties maid spent quite a long time fussing with my hair getting it just right and sprayed a little perfume over me which gave me a definite little girly smell. When she was happy everything was just right she then called Aunty who came in and said, ‘don’t we just look a heavenly picture?’ Then turning to her maid said ‘put her reigns on dear, we can take her outside for a little while’. ‘Perhaps her coat too Ma’am, it is a little cool out’ said the maid. Expecting her to fetch my coat, but no, back to the wardrobe and returns with coat to match my dress, which she put on me, then finished with a bonnet and reigns. ‘Oh’, said Aunty, ‘better change her bootees for Mary-Jane’s if she is going outside’.

Once outside I was lifted from my pushchair and with the Butlers help and support allowed to walk my first steps in over a year. It felt marvellous even if my dress was tickling my legs through my tights. Also being able to move without having that horrid plug always reminding me of its presence was fantastic.

Having had a few minutes toddling I felt quite weary and had to sit, but before I could a blanket was put down first to protect my new dress. It was now around 1pm and Aunty Susan suggested we have lunch because she wanted to take me shopping for a bathing costume and a surprise she had for me.

 It was about 1.45 when we set off.

First stop was a clothing shop where Aunty purchased a one piece and two-piece swimming costume for me, the bottom of both having a small skirt for practical reasons. She also bought me one of those caps girls use to keep their hair dry. Next stop was a toyshop where Aunty let me pick a new dolly and some accessories for her. ‘Now for that huge surprise I promised’, said Aunty and we returned to the car.

We drove on for around an hour and stopped by a river, I though we were going to picnic, but no, put into my pushchair and safely strapped in we went toward the river and as we went around a corner I saw her, ‘Nemo’, MY BOAT. Aunty looked and smiled and told me, ‘she is mine now darling, so we will be able to go for rides, that will be nice won’t it?’ We stayed there for several minutes, me wriggling in my pushchair all excited and Aunty saying, ‘Darling, you will never be grown up enough ever again to own her again, but Aunty Promises she will take Annette for rides’. At this point tears came to my eyes and I sobbed. Aunty gave me my dummy and new dolly whom I hugged so tightly for comfort. We then returned to the car for the journey to Aunties home. Even as the chauffer was lifting me back into my seat he whispered ‘not to worry sweetheart, you will get to ride in her again, we promise’. He then strapped me in gave me a little kiss on the cheek and drove us home, me sobbing quietly all the time in the back.
Once back at Aunties house I was taken indoor’s placed in the playpen while Aunty and her maid prepared tea and things. Before dining however, maid had one job to do first; unfortunately my nappy was in need of changing. Aunty suggested to her as she had to change me, prepare me for bed too, so it was into a really frilly white nightdress and little matching housecoat that covered my nappy now.
I noticed Aunty was a little unorthodox in many ways and one of them was that when she dined, so did the staff, everyone dined together, even I was there perched in my high chair suc-king at my bottle after Aunty had fed me. After the meal I was feeling tired so Aunty said to her maid, ‘Put Annette down will you and do not forget night-time nappy and harness’.

It had been a quite exciting day for me and I was wishing if only I could talk, I could ask Aunty how she knew I used to own Nemo. A question I was never destined to know the answer too. Then it was only a few minutes before I was dreaming sweet baby dreams, something I did quite easily these days. It was while I was actually going to sleep I thought how much I liked my new Aunt, how much I would love to live with her away from those nasty nurses. Then I was away, suc-kling on my dummy for all I was worth.
Morning came and the maid was soon in attendance and bathing me. I was soon dressed, this time all in soft peach and wafting that lovely perfume everywhere once more. My harness fitted the Butler appeared and said ‘come on darling, time for a little walkies again’ He then supported me and I again tried walking my few steps again. Seeing how tired I became he just picked me up and carried me to my high chair clipped me in all ready for breakfast.
A few minutes later, Aunty arrived and said ‘My, my, look at my little puffball this morning, gosh she looks pretty’. We had breakfast and Aunty then went to one side and had word with her maid, I heard mention of nappy and how clean etc., seems she was trying to determine if I would be safe in a swimming costume and out of a nappy for an hour perhaps. Of course, I had messed my nappy but her maid said she thought I might be able to hold for an hour so it was decided I should try one of my swimming costumes later in the morning. When Aunty told me I gave my excited wriggle. This would be the first time I am sure in over a year that I would be without a nappy for a short period at least. Still very girly but free of my nappy for a little while.
’Joyce’ called Aunty, this I found to be the maids name, will you change Annette for me please’ ‘Certainly Madam, will the chastity belt be remaining on?’ ‘Oh yes’ replied Aunty, ‘unfortunately we do not have the key for that’. I was then taken to my nursery where my nappy was removed and my one-piece costume put on me, no bumps showing under the skirt but two nice mounds showing on my chest. Odd though it may seem I actually now felt naked and quite nervous, worrying now about soiling my costume. Charles the Butler came to my room and helped me to the paddling pool and sat me in it, I was sooooo excited I just did what babies do, I wriggled and wiggled and splashed and became unfortunately over-excited and let myself down. Once again, Annette was in tears but being soothed by Aunty saying it was not baby’s fault, something I had to learn, plus it was only a few hours since that horrible device was removed from my botty.