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« Reply #14 on: February 09, 2007, 01:28:38 PM »
A few minutes later Nurse Sarah appeared, wearing her coat, which meant it was time to go for walkies. We were soon strolling down some country lane; I could hear the birds singing their merry songs and nurse was humming to herself.

It would be about one hour into our outing; I began grizzling once again, not because of my gums this time, but because I had wet my nappy, this was most odd as I did not usually do that I would just wait for it to be changed. Nurse Sarah found a nice sheltered spot, placed a blanket on the ground and lay me on it. Before checking my nappy she decided to do my gums once again ensuring they were pain free. She then proceeded to change my nappy and oddly I felt happy about this. A dry, warm, nappy and cosy once more. Having my newness on public display did not bother me at all. All that mattered was that new cream, powder and nappy.

While we were settled nurse Sarah decided it would be a good time for me to have a bottle. She poured some formulae from a thermos into a bottle thus managing to give me a warm feed. After which she just laid me down and I had a little sleep quite unbothered by the world around me.

Next thing I remember was Nurse Sarah putting me back in my pushchair and preparing for the journey back to the clinic. My little nap had done me good and I felt quite refreshed, all ready to show off my pretties to everyone. What am I thinking I thought to myself, I appear to be actually enjoying this and that should not be so right now, regression doesn’t start for another 3 weeks or so.

We finally arrived back at the clinic whereupon I was taken to the dining room, placed in my highchair, strapped in and my bib and tray put into place. It was when Nurse Sarah went to take her coat off and hang it up I felt myself getting a little uneasy; I wanted her there. She soon returned and busied herself preparing my meal, some pureed thing once again. When it was prepared she came over, began feeding me and I felt completely at ease once more. This is all wrong I thought. Between spoonfuls I would sometimes give an excited little wriggle and giggle, it was fun. ‘There darling, fill your little tum-tum’. It was while I was eating that Dr. Henry came in and said to nurse ‘Usual sedative tonight nurse, let her rest’.

I think that was the last words I truly understood because the following morning (I thought it was) I awoke, and began crying because my nappy was wet, I was alone and afraid. Aunty Sarah (this was the only name I could remember now) came in and began to settle me. As soon as I saw her I began to feel better, I knew somehow she was going to make everything right again. I began to wiggle about in my cot with excitement and try to tell her how pleased I was to see her. She looked down at me and made some baby talk and all I could do was to gurgle and giggle back. Then the room moved and I was lying on a different table having my nightdress, panties and nappy removed. From there we went to another room where I was surrounded by this wonderful smelly stuff, it both cleansed me and made me smell nice but I was all wet now. It must have been nice though because I remember doing splashy again. Aunty Sarah took me out and we went back to the room with that table again where she rubbed some cream into my skin around my girly bits, then lots of powder and a clean nappy and panties. I felt soo happy. Next she showed me the underwear and dress I would be wearing for the day and I could not stop myself wriggling with excitement. The little spark of me that was left was saying this is not right, but I was now helpless to stop it, without me knowing, the regression had been done.

Dr. Henry and Sarah were talking and he said how pleased he was with the result, ‘gone very well’ he said. ‘Too well’ said Aunty Sarah. ‘How do you mean’ replied the doctor. ‘I will let you see later when her Mommy and nanny come here today’. Dr. Henry left with a concerned look about him.

Very shortly after Dr. Henry had left Aunty Sarah had me all dressed in white satin bra, white petticoats and a gorgeous pink lacy dress with white knitted tights, pink bootees. A bonnet to match my dress tied with a large bow under my chin. She then put my reigns on me and placed me in my pushchair and clipped me all safely in. We then went to the dining room where I was given breakfast of milky porridge oats and a bottle of formulae.

Strange, how whenever Aunty Sarah was near me or I could see her I felt safe and happy. I knew she would look after me.

After having breakfast and Aunty Sarah cleaning me up I was taken from the dining area to the lounge where my playpen was situated and placed inside with my dollies, toys and my favourite teddy. I cannot recall why it is my favourite but it always has been. I was given my dummy to suc-k on then left alone for a little while. Aunty Sarah would look in occasionally to make sure all was well, one visit resulted in a quick nappy change, I knew I was damp but had not realized I had done it.

It was not very long after this a crowd of people arrived. Although I could not remember them at the time I was told it is Mommy Susan, with Nanny Helga. After a bit of discussion they all came over to me and I felt nervous, but when the Nanny tried to pick me up I really became frightened and wriggled and screamed for Aunty Sarah. It was at this point Sarah told Dr Henry and the rest WHY they had been too successful, I had been regressed so much that in coming forward again I had actually formed a bond with Aunty Sarah and she now spent some time settling me down once more.

The adult people went off into a huddle and there was lots of talking, none of which I really understood, mainly because I could not hear it. But during the discussions glances were cast my way and after a while they must have arrived at some arrangement.

Aunty Sarah then came over to me, placed me into my pushchair and wheeled me to my room once more. I was left here for several minutes after which time Aunty Sarah returned carrying a case. ‘Looks like we are going to be living together darling, going to your Mummy’s house and I am going to be your new Nanny’. Helga it would appear was to be taken on as a replacement for Sarah at the clinic.

All the staff was at the doors when Sarah wheeled me out to go to the car and they all made a fuss of me. One kind old lady in particular made a fuss of me, this I was to relearn was Mommy Susan, I liked her, like Sarah she smelled nice and I feel happy near her. Once at the car I was lifted in and fastened into a safety seat in the back of the car.

With Nanny Sarah sitting one side of me, and Mommy Susan the other side; Robert the chauffer and Charles the Butler in the front the car moved off and away from the clinic. My first real views of the outside world in I do not know how many weeks. It was all new and exciting for me. Even though in reality I had seen it before I had no memory of it.

We had not gone very far when Mommy Susan leaned over to me and began tickling my tummy making me laugh and giggle she then broke the news to us. Annette dear we are all going on holiday.

                           A TWO WEEK BOATING HOLIDAY!!


                                             THE END


 

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