Camp Sissy Curls

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part50

Sunday morning, 8AM, I was woken up by the flash of the nursery lights coming on and the sounds of nannies moving about and the smell of wet, messy diapers. Fortunately, though I guess it didn't really matter, the smell wasn't coming from me.

Bernice, the nanny, soon appeared over my crib and smiled, "Good morning princess!"

And she sniffed the air around me and put her hand in the front of my diapers. "Good girl Stephie! Dry and clean."

Minutes later, I sat strapped into an over-sized high chair wearing a bib as Bernice spooned baby cereal into my mouth.

"Gotta eat up and then I'll get you all prettied up and ready for your day. I'm sure your stepmother and stepsister will be by soon to spend the last day of Parent's Weekend with you." She said.

By a little after 8:30, I was fed and being dressed by the nanny. I didn't need my diapers changed but, for added protection, the nanny pinned one more large cloth diaper on me.

"I'm sure you'll have a busy day Stephie and we don't want any leaks." She laughed.

She struggled a bit to pull very frilled pink and white, vinyl lined rhumba panties over my bulbous diapers.

With an equally frilled and petticoated matching baby dress in place, she fussed with my wiener curls as she tied a matching bonnet over them. She was working on my mittens and anklets and booties when my stepmother and Laura walked in.

"Good morning Bernice!"

"Good morning Mrs. Crandall. Laura." Bernice replied. "He's just about ready for the day."

"Wonderful." Stepmother said.

The nanny strapped me into a stroller and placed a baby bottle into my hands. "He's had his breakfast but still needs his bottle."

As I suc-ked away on the awful tasting formula, my stepmother asked Bernice a question. "I wonder if it's possible to take him off campus, so to speak, for a little while?"

"Certainly Mrs. Crandall. What did you have in mind?" Bernice asked.

"Well, I don't really know. Maybe into town or to the Mall. I just think I'd be fun to take him out and about for a little while. Do you have any suggestions Bernice?" She asked.

I groaned at the thought and the nanny replied. "Well, funny you should ask because there's actually a group--well, an organization really--called M.O.M.M.Y" And she spelled it out.  "M-O-M-M-Y. It stands for Mothers of Misbehaved Male Youngsters. It meets every Sunday morning in the main atrium of the Mall. The mothers gather there to walk and parade their ill-behaved sons around. It's almost like a promenade. But it's really a form of punishment for their errant sons."

I started sobbing, knowing my stepmother would certainly latch on to this suggestion.

"The boys are made to wear all manner of, I guess you could say, "punishment outfits". And they have to suffer the embarrassment of being seen in public in them." And Bernice added. "They'd certainly welcome you and Baby Stephie."

"Wow!" Stepmother gasped.

"Can we go, can we go---please???" Laura begged.

"Well," and stepmother thought for a moment, "it sounds like a good idea. Let's do it!"

"I'll give you a diaper bag in case Stephie needs a change and some baby reins to use if you want to walk him about." Bernice said.

"Perfect. Thank you Bernice."

As we drove for the Mall, I cried and begged and pleaded with my stepmother to not do this to me.

"Get used to it Stephie!" Was her only response.

I suc-ked away in fear on my bottle, as stepmother held the Mall entrance door open while Laura pushed my stroller.

The Mall was fairly empty. Most stores weren't open yet for a Sunday morning. As we approached the main atrium, I was amazed and abhorred by what I saw.

Probably about a dozen or so mothers stood about chatting with each other, their red faced sons in tow. The boys all seemed to be about my age, well, my real age I mean.

Some wore short, pleated skirts and tops. Some were dressed in what looked like square dance dresses with billowing petticoats. One was decked out in a Little Lord Fauntleroy suit similar to what I had worn earlier in the summer. One had on a pink Princess gown probably from a Disney Fashion store. And yet another was in pink tights and a tu-tu and ballet slippers. All of these boys had some kind of bow or ribbon attached to the top of their short cut hair. Absolutely no effort had been made to disguise the fact that they were boys wearing shameful, humiliating girls clothes.

Two boys were dressed as babies, with obvious diapers under their outfits. But they were dressed, at least, as baby boys in blue, bibbed overalls and striped shirts.

All had looks of horror and shame on their red, tear stained faces.

But I was the only frilly, prissy baby girl!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part51



Laura and my stepmother pushed my stroller toward the assembled group of chatting mothers and very forlorn sons. Immediately, a hush came over the mothers and sons as they gaped at the sight of me.



But the awestruck looks, at least of the mothers, were quickly replaced by warm, welcoming smiles as they gathered around us.



"Hello ladies." Stepmother began. "I'm Joan Crandall and this is my daughter Laura and this little Sweetie Pie", and she gently placed her hand on the back of my bonnet, "is my stepson Stephen, though he prefers to be called Stephanie now."



Brief pleasantries of "hello" and "nice to meet you" were exchanged as many mothers knelt down next to me to fawn over me and examine me more closely.



Stepmother continued. "Stephanie here is one of the many happy campers from Camp Sissy Curls."



Stepmother knew that would explain everything to these locals in a nutshell. And, of course, it did.



In fact, the mother of the boy in the pink Disney Princess gown immediately replied. "Oh, I'm thinking of sending my son there next summer!"



I heard "Princess" moan. "Oh please mother, no!"



When some other mothers chimed in with "me too" and "I'm thinking of that", more gasps of horror were heard from their petticoated sons.



Stepmother continued. "It's Parent's Weekend at the camp and my daughter and I are just here until later tonight. We live about an hour's drive from here. I was wondering if we might join your lovely gathering for the morning?" Stepmother asked and then added. "The nanny at the camp told me about your group."



"Well of course Joan. The more the merrier. And your Stephanie here sure seems to be a merry little baby!" Said the mother of the "ballet" boy as she tweaked one of my wiener curls.



"Well thank you. We certainly appreciate it." Said my stepmother.



"Awesome!" Giggled Laura.



The boys, in their various "punishment outfits", just stood around gawking at me. I supposed that many of them were probably thinking that at least, they weren't dressed as frilly and prissy and babyish as me.



But from experience, I knew that I could never really pass for a baby as even I was too big for that, but I knew (or hoped) I could pass for really being a girl at least.



But for the "petticoated sons", there was no doubt about the fact that they were "boys in dresses" and such. And that was a large factor in their punishment.



Stepmother unstrapped and removed me from my stroller and placed the diaper bag on the seat of it. I stood quite bow legged as she put the baby reins onto me and handed the leash of it to Laura.



I'd not worn baby reins before and I felt like a dog on a leash. A French Poodle actually, to be exact. And I could see that Laura was thrilled to have control of me.



"Let's go for a stroll around the Mall ladies!" Said one of the mothers. The suggestion was met with great enthusiasm from the mothers and great horror from their sons.



As I waddled along in front of Laura at the end of my leash, I noticed that stores were starting to open and people were starting to fill the Mall.



This kind of extremely humiliating display was nothing new to me but it was new, it seemed, for many of the boys. They buried their heads in their faces and cried without control as they pranced along.



Passersby were totally merciless in their teasing and jeering and taunting as they beheld our group. And that, of course, was the intent of this "petticoat punishment".



I pretty much took it all in stride. I'd "been there and done that" many times by now.



But for most of the other boys, it was a horrific experience that they just couldn't seem to bear. A few even started to bolt from the group, only to be pulled back by their mothers and given a swat on their behinds. We were a "parade of pansies" to be ridiculed and taunted and teased by all who encountered us.



I felt bad for the other boys. This was easier for me to endure because I was pretty used to it.



Well, it was easier for me until we reached one end of the Mall, where we stopped for a breather. I stood there, being able to pay little attention to the humiliating comments and remarks and taunts, until I heard a familiar voice call out.



"Hi Mrs. Crandall! Hi Stephie, Laura!"



I looked up to see a smiling Lisa approaching us. And she had Chrissy with her.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part52



"Wow, fancy meeting you guys here!" Lisa said. "And what--ah--well--an interesting group you're with."



"Yeah, right---fancy that." I thought. I knew it was no coincidense that Lisa and Chrissy ran into us here. They had to have been tipped off as to where we were going. And I was sure they had some kind of ulterior motive for being here.



"Hello girls." Stepmother replied. "And Chrissy, I want to apologize for the awful thing Stephanie did to you yesterday. I hope you'll forgive him."



I said nothing but Chrissy spoke up immediately.



"Oh, he'll earn my forgiveness soon enough." She grinned with a gleam in her eye.



My stepmother seemed a bit caught off guard by Chrissy's strange response but replied. "Well yes, thank you."



I cringed. I knew what Chrissy meant. It meant I'd soon pay for my actions of yesterday. And probably right here at this little "outing".



"Can we walk with you and the group for a little while Mrs. Crandall?" Lisa asked.



"Well---sure." Stepmother answered.



"Here it comes." I said under my breath.



As the hideous sissy parade began again, Lisa walked along side of me with stepmother and Laura and Chrissy behind us at the other end of my baby reins.



She spent a minute or two whispering into my ear so as to not be heard by anyone else.



As she whispered, tears started trickling down my face and I moaned and whispered back. "Please no Lisa! Please no more! Please don't make me! Please, please!!!" I softly begged.



Her last whisper was. "You know better than to disobey me Stephanie!" And she added in another whisper. "And be sure to do it with a lot of enthusiasm!"



I waddled along in silence for a minute contemplating my circ-umstances. Then I bit my lip and stopped and turned around to face stepmother and Laura and Chrissy.



As gleefully as I could muster, I loudly (as per Lisa's instructions) announced. "Mommy, I need to go potty! Can I please wet and poop my diapers?"



My stepmother was shocked and surprised by my unexpected announcement. She even seemed a little embarrassed by it.



"Well---of course Stephie. I mean, that's why you're wearing diapers. But you don't need to announce it to the whole world Sweetie Pie!"



Everyone who heard all of this, from mothers and their petticoated sons to shoppers walking through the Mall, roared with great laughter.



"Well," and this wasn't true but was again, as per Lisa's instructions, "at camp, I'm supposed to ask permission if anyone's around before I wet and poop them."



"Okay, okay Stephie. Do your business." Stepmother replied. And even more laughter erupted.



I just stood there and covered my red, tear soaked face with my hands and thoroughly peed my diapers, while all around me watched and laughed.



Then I bent forward slightly and deposited a huge stinky load into the seat of my diapers.



Now the crowd really roared, while fanning their faces or pinching their noses.



Everyone, particularly those nearby me, was "agassed"--well, aghast at the spectacle of me.



One mother quickly offered. "There aren't restrooms very near here Joan. The closest is at the other end of the Mall." And she pointed. "I suggest we all make our way there as quickly as possible so he can be changed."



"Yes, thank you." Stepmother said.



People kept a wide berth around me as we headed for the restrooms. I didn't smell especially inviting. Laura walked behind me, still holding the leash of my baby reins in one hand, but she used her other to pinch her nose. And she was out of control with laughter, as was most everyone else.



Lisa and Chrissy walked ahead of me talking with my stepmother. I couldn't make out what they were saying.



We stopped when we reached the restrooms and I heard my stepmother say. "Thank you girls, I appreciate it. But are you sure it's okay for him to go into the Ladies Room?"



"Sure Mrs. Crandall. He's been in there before." Lisa assured. "But why don't you and Laura go on with the rest of the group now. We'll catch up with you. It's gonna take awhile to get Stephie cleaned up and sorted out."



"Okay then, thanks again girls. See you in a bit." And stepmother and Laura left with the parade of punished pansies, leaving me in the clutches of Lisa and Chrissy.



Each took my hand, while pinching their noses with their other. They yanked me into the Ladies Room, which wasn't empty but had only a few users. And I knew I wasn't through paying for my "scrambled eggs" incident of yesterday.



They pulled me to the open handicapped stall. Lisa reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a large, full plastic container of baby wipes. She gagged from the smell of my stinky diapers as she tucked the petticoats and skirt of my baby dress up into the front and back of it and out of the way of my messy diapers.



"We're not gonna deal with cleaning up a wet, poopy, stinky little baby like you!!!" She said, almost shouting.



The few people who were using the Ladies Room sensed the tension and exited as quickly as they could.



Pointing to the stall, Lisa handed me the baby wipes and ordered. "Get in there Stinky Pants. Take off your booties and slide down your rhumba panties and put 'em in this bag and seal them." And she handed me two large food storage bags.



"Then take off those awful diapers as carefully as you can to contain the mess and put them in the other bag and seal it. And it'll go in the garbage. Were not gonna haul crappy diapers back to camp!"



I listened carefully as she continued her commands. And I was actually relieved that I was going to clean myself up and not them.



Lisa continued. "Now I don't care if you have to use the entire container of baby wipes. You get every square inch of yourself TOTALLY, SQUEAKY CLEAN from your waist to your toes. You better be as fresh as a baby just outta the tub. Do you understand me sissy boy?"



I just nodded my head up and down and waddled into the stall and bolted the door.



Lisa called from outside the door. "You take your time to get good and clean Stephie. Chrissy and I are going out the Mall exit just across the way for a smoke. Come get us when you're clean and we'll rediaper you and sort you out."



"But, but....." I called as I heard the restroom door close behind them.



I did take my time to meticulously clean myself. Everything about my world was embarrassing, but one of the most embarrassing things was smelling poopy.



After about fifteen minutes or so, I was squeaky clean. I'd used almost all the baby wipes. I tugged my petticoats and dress down around me as far as I could, as I was totally naked underneath.



I peeked out the stall door and saw only a mother and her little girl washing up. I waited until they were gone and stepped out barefooted. I quickly stuffed the bag of stinky diapers and the baby wipes container into the trash. I clutched the other bag of my booties and rhumba panties and made my way for the restroom exit.



I exited just as two teenaged boys were entering the Mens Room next door. They whistled at me and called to me. "Nice butt Babycakes. Thanks for the peep show!" They'd seen up the back of my very short baby dress.



In my bare feet, and probably very exposed bare bum, I scampered to the Mall exit across the way and pushed open the door and called, "I'm ready Lisa and Chrissy."



Shoppers just entering the Mall looked at me with much confusion and then giggled.



I made my way back to the Ladies Room as quickly as possible, holding down the back of my dress and petticoats with my left hand and the front with my right.



I bolted myself in the handicapped stall and waited for Lisa and Chrissy. And they soon arrived.



"Good, the coast is clear Lisa." Chrissy said.



With a bang on the stall door, I heard Lisa order. "Front and center you little pantywaist!"



I stepped out, now wishing we weren't the only ones there.



"Lift up sissy boy." Lisa ordered. And I pulled my dress and petties up for inspection.



"Oh my God, you sick, little pervert. This really turns you on!" Lisa laughed.



Chrissy seemed to salivate a little. And I couldn't imagine why my soldier was saluting. I certainly wasn't turned on by all of this, but still it stood erect.



"Well, you did a good job Stephie. Nice and squeaky clean." And Lisa looked around again to see that the coast was clear. Then she reached into a tote she carried on her shoulder and pulled out a ping pong paddle, probably taken from the rec center.



"Well, you should do the honors Chrissy. You're the one he dumped eggs all over." And she handed him the paddle and said. "I'll wait outside the exit and warn you if someone's coming."



Chrissy gave me an evil grin and said. "Bend over Stephie and lift up!"



I took the binkie attached to my dress and clenched down hard on it with my teeth. I was about to learn the literal meaning of the phrase "bite the bullet". And I bent over and exposed my bare butt.



After twenty very hard whacks with the paddle, which she made me count off, I was bawling my eyes out in pain and shame. My bonnet had even come untied and sat on the floor in front of me from the assault.



As I sobbed, Lisa rushed in. "Someone's coming. Grab a stall and close the door and sit down and wait."



We each sat in a stall and waited for the coast to be clear again. It did, at least, afford me some time to recover from my spanking.



When we were again alone, Lisa said. "Okay, let's get his red little bum diapered."



But before she reached into my diaper bag, she went into her tote again. She pulled out a large, pink butt plug.



"Please not that!" I moaned. My butt was sore enough as it was.



"Shut up sissy boy. Don't argue with me!" Lisa scolded.



As she moistened it with tap water, she laughed. "Sorry Stephie, but I wore out the batteries on the vibrating dil-do!"



"Yeah, I'm sure she did." I thought.



I moaned and groaned as it was slipped up and into my butt hole.



With it in place, Lisa and Chrissy quickly diapered me in three Depends from my diaper bag and pulled up clean rhumba panties and put new booties on my feet.  They primped my wiener curls and refitted my baby bonnet and washed my face.



I was relieved to be done with this ordeal.



But my relief was short lived.



"Okay Stephie." Lisa said. "There's one more thing left to do to pay the piper."



"No, please no more! I can't take any more!" I sobbed.



Then I actually got down on my knees in front of Chrissy and begged his forgiveness. "I'm sorry Chrissy. I'm so sorry I dumped my eggs and juice on you. Please, no more. Please, please forgive me!!!"



"Well, how perceptive of you Stephie!" Chrissy interjected with a smile. "That's the perfect position. Hold that pose."



And to my great horror, he lifted up the front of his skirt. He had nothing on underneath it. His "willie" was now in my face and was quite erect.



"Watch the door Lisa." He said and he looked down at me. "Now you can pay the piper by taking care of my "pipe". Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you. Service me, like I serviced you!"



"NO WAY!!!" I shouted.



And I knocked him to the floor and bolted for the door, pushing Lisa aside.



I was panicked trying to find my stepmother and Laura and the group.



Lisa and Chrissy quickly caught up with me and each took one of my arms in theirs to secure me.



"This way sissy boy!" Lisa said as she pointed.



I just cried in misery as we made our way back to the group. I wasn't even aware of the taunting and teasing from passersby.



"You do realize Stephie, you've just sealed your fate!" Lisa devilishly said as we approached the group.



"I don't care! Nothing in the world could make me do THAT!!!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part53



When we caught up with the group, stepmother said. "I was beginning to get worried about you girls!"



"Oh, there was no problem. He was just awfully messy and it took a long time to clean him up. But he's all squared away now!" Lisa gleefully explained.



"Well, thanks girls."



"Our pleasure Mrs. Crandall." Chrissy replied with a grin.



Thankfully, our sissy parade soon came to an end. Stepmother graciously thanked the mothers for letting us participate. I certainly wasn't thankful though.



As we drove back to camp, I thought about the almost three remaining weeks of camp that I'd be spending as a total and complete little baby girl.



And I also thought about facing my father when I got home, as a five year old little girl still in diapers.



And the most frightening thought was whether Lisa would really go through with letting the kids at my school get a copy of my video.



I just sobbed. It was all too horrible to think about.



At the nursery back at camp, I was turned over to one of the nannies. My stepmother and Laura had to head back for home.



Stepmother kissed my cheek. "Enjoy the rest of camp Sweet Pea. Be a good little baby! See you in about three weeks Stephie."



Laura's departing words were, with a giggle, "Try not to poop your diapers too much Stephie!"



"Yeah right!" I thought. "Like I'm gonna enjoy the next three weeks and, like I have any control over pooping my diapers. What birdbrains!"



The next two of the three remaining weeks were actually quite boring. I mean, a baby's life, at least as experienced by a thirteen year old boy, is pretty monotonous. My world centered around, basically, four things---eating, sleeping, wetting and pooping. That's about all babies do.



Sure, there was the occasional walk in the stroller and playpen time and "Barney" videos and baby books to thumb through. Boring stuff like that.



And the food, of course, was awful. A diet of nothing but baby food and formula and juice, eaten in an over-sized high chair. It was exactly the life of a real baby.



I had little contact with the half dozen other little baby girls in the nursery, except for maybe playing blocks with them in the playpen. Speaking wasn't allowed, as babies don't talk.



Probably the worst part of the monotony was it allowed me to dwell on what the future held for me after camp. And it seemed quite bleak to me.



At the beginning of the third and final week at camp, my humdrum lifestyle was to take a change. And not for the better.



I was given, by a nanny,  a handout, photocopied on pink paper, advertising the annual summer "Diaper Derby". It was for the girls at Camp Sunnyvale but it involved us babies at Camp Sissy Curls. It was a contest to be held this final week of camp.



The handout explained the goal and rules of this annual summer event. And it certainly wasn't designed  for the pleasure of us babies.



It explained that seven cabins at Sunnyvale, who wished to participate, would be given one of us babies to be diapered by them as thoroughly and completely as possible to prevent "leaking".



The goal of the contest was to see which cabin could come up with a diapering system that would last the longest, meaning go the longest before leaking anything. The record time, set two summers before, was two and a half days.



And I knew Hummingbird cabin would certainly want to participate and would CERTAINLY choose me.



And, no surprise, they did.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part54



The next morning was Tuesday of the final week at camp. The following Saturday would be D-Day, departure day. The day campers would head for home.



At wakeup, a nanny peered over my crib with news, that sadly, wasn't news to me.



"Hummingbird Cabin at Sunnyvale has picked you to be their entry in the Diaper Derby this week Stephie." She said. "Lisa will be here at 10:30 to take you back there to be prepared for the contest."



I groaned, having a pretty good idea of what "prepared" meant.



"Before Lisa comes to get you, she's asked me to do a little "preparation" on you first. Something to clean out your plumbing, so to speak, before her cabin sets to work on you for the contest." And she giggled. "You might have had one of these before."



I was clueless as to what she meant about cleaning out my "plumbing".



She stripped me naked and directed me to lie, face down, on the changing table nearest to the bathroom. She wheeled a tall, stainless steel, hospital stand next to the changing table. It held a large, red rubber bladder type thing with a long, rubber tube coming from the bottom of it. At the end of the tube was attached a long nozzle.



"Please no." I whimpered. I knew what it was.



"Quiet Stephie! Little babies can't talk." She scolded and swatted my behind.



As she applied Vaseline to the long nozzle, she explained. "I'm gonna give you an enema. It'll empty out your bowels completely. That way you'll be able to start the Diaper Derby today totally cleaned out. You'll be able to last longer in your diapers and, hopefully, win the contest."



I groaned and started to cry.



"Relax Stephie. It won't hurt. You probably were given enemas when you were a baby." And she laughed. "I mean, a real baby!"



She inserted the nozzle into my bum. It was, at least, a whole lot less obtrusive than the butt plugs and dil-does I had experienced.



She released the tube clamp, allowing the warm enema liquid to flow into my butt.



"When the enema bag is emptied, I'll take you to the toilet and you can move your bowels." And she grinned. "And your plumbing will be squeaky clean. Then I'll give you a bath."



Twenty minutes later, the bag was empty. Just before the nanny removed the nozzle, she warned, "When I take it out, be sure to hold it all in until you're seated on the potty. I promise you a good spanking if you don't. Understand Sweetie Pie?"



I nodded "yes".



"Okay, let's go." And she pulled it out.



I made it to the toilet with only seconds to spare.



"Good girl!!!" She giggled. "Get it all out and then I'll bathe you." And she started to leave the bathroom but then remembered. "Oh, and be sure to have a good pee. Get your bladder totally emptied out too."



At 10:15, I sat in my stroller waiting for Lisa to pick me up. I was very simply dressed. I wore only one disposable diaper with a very simple, light yellow sundress over me. A matching yellow hairbow atop my curls and a binkie in my mouth were the only adornments.



Lisa arrived at precisely 10:30.



"She's all set!" The nanny chimed.



"Thanks so much. I appreciate it." Lisa replied.



As we headed out, the nanny called. "Good luck! Hope you win the Diaper Derby Stephie!"



I cringed and whimpered as Lisa pushed my stroller toward Sunnyvale. I knew I faced several days of wearing the same, ever increasing in contents; wet, poopy and stinky diapers."



Neither of us spoke, as we crossed the meadow to Sunnyvale and Hummingbird Cabin. And that was just fine with me.



When we reached Lisa's cabin, I clenched down on my pacifier in anticipation of the horrors to come.



Removed from my stroller, I walked in with Lisa behind me. Several "Hummingbird" girls were eagerly waiting for me. The feeling wasn't mutual.



Surprisingly, no one spoke to me. And I was certainly okay with that.



Lisa, like always, immediately took charge. "Okay girls. We got three hours to get our little Diaper Derby contestant ready. And we're gonna win AND set a record. Three days, at least, until he springs a leak. That's the goal!"



With that said, I decided on a "goal" of my own---to get the hell out of there! What did I have to lose at this point? And I leaped for the door.



But less than a minute later, I was across Lisa's knee. Twenty whacks from the ping pong paddle later, I was blubbering on the floor. There'd be no escaping this fate for me.



Lisa laughed and said to the girls. "That'll soften up the little pansie's butt for his diapering. Get the stuff girls!"



As I was stripped naked, save my hairbow and binkie, the girls placed a large bag of Depends disposables, several clear vinyl diaper pants and a large roll of white duct tape along side of me.



"The only real rules are," Lisa said to the girls, "nothing can extend to more than two inches above the waist opening or below the leg openings of the diapers---meaning the duct tape. And only clear vinyl diaper pants can be used, so the contents of his diapers are easily seen as he increasingly wets them. But, so long as we keep within the boundaries, we can use as much duct tape and as many diapers and diaper pants as we can fit onto him. We're gonna break the old record girls!"



As they started to outfit me in my "toilet prison", one of the girls held up a tube of diaper rash ointment. "Should we start with this?" She asked.



"Nah!" Said Lisa. "It won't last long enough to do any good. And besides, this little sissy boy deserves to have a huge diaper rash when it's all over."



They set about working on me with again, nothing said directly to me. I was simply a "thing" or a "model" they were building for a competition.



About an hour and a half later, I was "complete". I struggled just to stand in front of them. I'd been bowlegged before from diapers, but this was a whole new level. I really couldn't walk or even waddle.



They had managed to encase me in a full twenty Depends and were able to pull five large, clear vinyl plastic diapers pants over them. Countless feet of white duct tape circled where the waist and leg openings of the multiple diapers and vinyl pants met my skin. And the tape pinched and pulled on those sensitive areas when I moved even slightly.



"Okay girls. Let's get him back to Camp Sissy Curls and get him entered into the Diaper Derby." Lisa ordered. "There's a two o'clock deadline for entries and we've got enough time."



I was so bowlegged, I required the help of two girls to just get outside. I felt like an invalid.



And I was so heavily diapered, I couldn't even fit into my over-sized baby stroller.



"It'll take him forever to waddle back to his camp." Said one of the girls. "What'll we do?"



"Not to worry, I'll be right back." Lisa replied.



A minute later, she came from behind the cabin pulling a red, "Radio Flyer" wagon.



"You're brilliant Lisa!" Said one of the girls, and the rest heartily agreed.



With a fair amount of difficulty, I was placed into the wagon.



A simple, but ruffled, white baby T- shirt was carefully pulled over my curls and hairbow. It reached to maybe three or four inches above my waist. Then booties and mittens were put on me.



"We better get going Lisa!" One of the girls called.



"Yup! But just one more thing. It'll be the crowning touch!" And she ran back into the cabin.



Less than a minute later, she returned carrying what seemed to be, a large, white oval shaped thing behind her back.



With a devilish grin on her face, she brought it into full view. "Maybe this will earn some extra points, some how, with the judges!" She laughed. "I bought it yesterday at the hardware store in town."



I cried in horror. "Please don't! Please no Lisa!"



It was a toilet seat. The top lid had been removed. And she placed the "collar of shame" over my head.



"You should be thankful it's new and not used Stephanie!" Lisa scolded as the girls just about keeled over with laughter.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part55



Almost like a wagon train crossing the prairie, the Hummingbird girls pulled me across the meadow to camp to officially enter me in the Diaper Derby.



When we reached camp, the boys just outright laughed and snickered with little abandon at the spectacle of me. They could afford to be much less reserved with their laughter because camp was almost over. And the toilet seat collar I was wearing, I'm sure, really set them off.



Outside the administration building, a card table was set up with a sign taped to the front of it---"Diaper Derby Registration".



The nanny seated behind it just couldn't contain her laughter either. She chuckled loudly as she said. "Well girls, you're just in time. I was worried that you weren't gonna make it. All the other babies have been registered."



"Well," Lisa replied, "we had some last minute adjustments to make."



"So I see!" The nanny giggled. "The--ah--toilet seat is a nice--ummm--I guess, even appropriate, touch." And she giggled even more. "But I'm not sure that Ms Roberts will allow it."



I was glad to hear that.



"I understand." Lisa replied.



"Well anyways, let's get Baby Stephie here entered." The nanny said as she got up from behind the table.



She picked up a small, pocket sized, spiral notebook. It had a large piece of pink yarn running through the coil of it. A small, ball point pen was also stuck into the coil. She wrote on the cover of it with a marker "Baby Stephie--entry #7".



Then she tied it around my neck, over my shameful toilet seat "collar".



Looking at me, she explained. "Now Stephie, I know little baby girls like you aren't supposed to be able to read or write, but this is gonna be an exception to that rule."



She opened the spiral notebook and drew a line down the center of the first page. At the top of the left half, she printed "WETTING" and she printed "POOPING" on the right side.



"It's your responsibility to tally mark every time you wet or poop your diapers." And she repeated. "EVERY TIME! Can you be a big girl and do that?"



I just stared downward at the toilet seat I was wearing and sobbed.



"Answer me!" She scolded.



"Yes." And I nodded my head up and down.



Looking to the Hummingbird girls, tha nanny said. "Okay girls, we'll take him from here." And she laughed and added. "And good work girls. It looks like he'll stay leak proof for a long time."



I started bawling without control. I so hoped she was wrong.

[parisser]

Sat Apr 28, 2007 5:46 pm    Post subject:    
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Camp Sissy Curls--part56

About a half an hour later, six precious, heavily diapered little baby girls sat in their strollers in Ms Roberts' office; su-king away on their pacifiers with very frightened looks on their red, tear stained faces.

A seventh one was there also of course, but seated in a red Radio Flyer wagon and wearing a toilet seat around his neck.

Ms Roberts spoke to the assembled group of miserable, horrified bawling babies.

"Now then babies, I want to remind you that every time you wet or poop your diapers, you are to record it in the little notebooks around your neck. The Diaper Derby winner is the one who goes the longest without leaking." And she stood up from behind her desk. "But the amount of usage, shall I say, that your diapers get is also a factor in determining the winner."

She walked around to the front of her desk and grinned down at me. "And some of you, I think, will last an especially long time before leaking anything."

I feared she was quite right.

"You'll go about your days and nights like normal. But the nannies will try to keep you outdoors as much as possible, because before too long, you'll be very, I guess I could say---RIPE!" And she giggled at her own quip.

"And believe me, you and anyone around you will need A LOT of fresh air. Fortunately, the extended weather forecast calls for dry and warm and sunny days for the rest of the week."

Then Ms Roberts spoke directly to me. "Now Baby Stephie, the toilet seat you're wearing around your neck is actually very clever and fitting, but I don't think it's really appropriate."

I looked up at her and actually smiled in gratitude.

"But you know," She said as she carefully took it off me, "this might come in handy later on, when the Diaper Derby winner is determined."

I didn't care to wonder too much about what she meant by that.

She picked up her phone and summoned for nannies to come and take us away. As we waited for them, a poopy smell filled the air. I looked to see a baby, a few strollers down from me, crying as he marked in his little spiral notebook.

"Well!" Laughed Ms Roberts. "Looks like someone's eager to get started!"

As we were pushed, or in my case pulled, from the office, Ms Roberts called. "Good luck girls! May the best man, I mean baby, win!"



Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:42 pm    Post subject:    
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Camp Sissy Curls--part57

The remainder of Tuesday was fairly normal, except for the fact that I had to be carted around in a wagon. I even had to be fed sitting in it. I couldn't fit into a highchair.

But nightime was very difficult. The huge bulge around my mid-section prevented me from lying flat in my crib. I had to sleep upright, leaning against the back of the crib.

Wednesday morning, I woke up not very well rested. But I was still dry and clean. But after breakfast, I tallied a mark in each column of my little notebook. I groaned thinking that I'd have this wet, stinky mess, and probably many more, in my diapers for who knew how long.

After lunch, again eaten in my wagon, I was put into one of seven playpens that had been placed under the shade of a maple tree outside of the Administration building. It was quite difficult to climb into and out of. My diapering really incapacitated me. But I was glad we Diaper Derby contestants each had our own playpen at least. None of us would want want to be in close proximity with each other, especially as hours would turn into days.

I spent the afternoon catnapping as best I could, between the taunting and teasing of passersby. Whenever Lisa and/or Chrissy "happened" by, they saw to it that I was the brunt of the humiliating remarks of course.

After dinner was more of the same. I watched as my fellow babies tallied in their notebooks. I was still at one and one.

At bedtime, overhead exhaust fans were turned up full notch and windows were cranked open as far as they could be. The fans were noisy but would certainly be worthwhile.

I woke up Thursday morning, a little before wakeup time. I had managed to sleep just slightly better than Tuesday night. But I was still tired. As the lights came on, I recorded a second tally in each column of my notebook. And I, like my poopy cohorts, was getting pretty "ripe" by now.

After breakfast, two playpens were missing outside. Two of us had leaked. "Lucky for them!" I thought.

By lunch time, we remaining five were busy swatting flies off ourselves as we listened to ever increasing amounts of teasing and humiliating remarks.

After lunch, thankfully, two camping screen houses had been erected outside and our playpens were placed in them. It meant being in closer proximity with each other, but the increased smell was better than the flies.

It was then that, as perverse as it might sound, I resolved to wet and poop my diapers as much as I possibly could from now on. I wanted desparately to spring a leak and be relieved from my "toilet prison". I stood up in the playpen for better and easier "toiletting". I easily peed but really had to grunt and push to poop. As I finally manage to push a load into my diapers, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Good girl Stephie!"

I looked out to see Lisa with the video camera. "Smile for the camera, Little Miss Poopy Pants!" And the gathered crowd roared.

I sat down in my mess in tears and tallied a third mark in each column of my little notebook. And I didn't leak. And I was ever more resolved to wet and poop as much as I could.

By the end of dinner, three playpens remained, including, sadly, mine. I knew I wouldn't be able to poop until tomorrow morning, but I could easily manage a good pee by bedtime. We were, after all, given lots of baby bottles of formula and juice. And sure enough, at lights out, I thoroughly wet my diapers. I tallied a fourth mark in the "wetting" column by the light of a nearby nightlight. I was three and four and stunk like a latrine. But I'd be worth it. I was confident that by morning, my bedding would be wet from a leak.



Sat Apr 28, 2007 10:36 pm    Post subject:    
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Camp Sissy Curls--part58

I awoke Friday morning, a full hour before wakeup time, from the stench of my diapers and the sting of what had to be a huge diaper rash. But what stung even more was the fact that I still hadn't sprung a leak. I couldn't believe it. Lisa and the girls had really succeeded in their diapering of me. I was so frustrated. I couldn't make the damn diapers leak.

I really didn't have a great urge to pee, but knew that my morning BM was close at hand. Hopefully, that would put me over the top.

By now--well, actually yesterday morning, the nannies kept as far away from me and the other two babies as they could. I couldn't really blame them. When they approached us, they wore hospital masks to help fend off the smell of us.

As I sat in my crib eating a bowl of baby cereal (of course, no one would dare to feed me or the other two) I pushed my morning BM into the seat of my diapers. Surely this would do it. I agonised as I tallied four and four now into my notebook. I still hadn't leaked. It was just so totally frustrating and inconceivable. The Titanic mess in my diapers held steady.

I gulped down my morning bottle of juice quickly and started to cry and waved the empty bottle about, signaling for more.

A masked nanny gave me another, and helped me into my Radio Flyer. I downed it even more quickly than the first, as she pulled me out to the screen house and my playpen. But only two playpens were there. It was now down to me and one other hapless baby.

I was helped into my playpen by the gasping nanny. I sat down and started to bounce up and down on my bum. The sticky, squishy, stinky mess felt awful but I was desperate to leak.

"Stop that right now Stephie! That's cheating." She yelled.

I reluctantly did.

By now, it was more than just wanting to get out of this "diaper hell". I so did not want to give Lisa and the Hummingbird girls the satisfaction of me winning the Diaper Derby.

I sat there and cried my eyes out and peed my diapers for the fifth time, with no immediately noticeable success. And I was absolutely exhausted. And I, mercifully, soon dozed off.

I awoke, bleary eyed, after how long I don't really know; to the sound of applause. I looked to the side of my playpen and saw that the other playpen was now gone. I felt a large puddle on the floor of my playpen. I looked out of the screen house and saw Lisa and probably the whole of Hummingbird cabin. They continued to applaud until Lisa signaled to stop.

"Congratulations Stephie!" Lisa cheered. "You've done it. You've won!!! And you made it three full days until you leaked. A new camp record!!!"

It was an honor that I took absolutely no joy in.



Mon Apr 30, 2007 11:17 pm    Post subject:    
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Camp Sissy Curls--part59

"Time to get our stinky little derby winner back to the nursery to get cleaned up girls." I heard Lisa call at one point.

"Thank God!" I thought. I so wanted to be spanking clean again. "Poor choice of words though." I rethought.

The Radio Flyer was brought out and I got in, creating a large, poopy puddle in it. The Hummingbird girls had wisely tied a length of rope to the handle of the wagon and pulled me along with it, several feet in front of me to avoid my stink.

I was so exhausted from my ordeal that I really was oblivious to everything around me as they towed me to the nursery. All I could focus on was getting clean and sweet smelling again.

Bernice, the nanny, was waiting outside for us as we approached the nursery.

"Take him 'round back of the building for a prewash girls." She called. "He can't be brought inside like that!"

Like earlier in the summer after my night at Hummingbird cabin, a hose, a large trash bag, a bar of soap and a towel waited for me.

"You know the routine Stephie. Just like the last time Sweetie." She said.

Then, to my astonishment, Bernice said to the girls. "Okay girls, be on your way. Leave him alone and give him some privacy. Go on!! He deserves some peace!" And thankfully, they left.

With just me and Bernice (at a safe distance) remaining, she said. "The hose is hooked up to a tap in the laundry room Sweet Pea." And she pointed to the open window where the hose hung from. "I thought you'd appreciate some warm water for your prewash."

I appreciated her kind gesture as much as the warm water and smiled at her.

"Like before Stephie, throw everything you're wearing away in the trash bag and then into the dumpster. Even your binkie and hairbow."

She headed back inside. As I climbed into the large trash bag, Bernice called from the open window. "Don't worry about your hair Stephie. I'll wash it when you're in here. But do try to get as clean as you can out there first please!"

I nodded my head up and down as I smiled back at her again.

Standing inside the bag, I removed my hairbow, binkie, baby outfit and booties; leaving them in the bottom of the bag. Then I set to work on getting out of my horrible diapers and plastic pants. And it wasn't easy.

I'd won the Diaper Derby because the girls had so zealously secured me in the multiple diapers and plastic pants with yard upon yard of duct tape. And it really hurt the already very tender areas of my waist and upper legs when I pulled the tape from them.

I won't even begin to describe my "condition" when I finally, after a lot of effort and pain, got out of the incredibly messy diapers and plastic pants. It honestly is just too gross for words.

Probably about half an hour later, I was clean--well, not totally of course, but greatly improved.

"All done Honey Pie?" Bernice called from the window.

I nodded "yes".

"Then wrap yourself in the towel and c'mon in. I got a nice tub waiting for you Stephie!"

It felt soooo good, luxurious actually, sitting in the tub. Bernice must have poured a whole bottle of highly scented bubble bath oil into it, I thought. The bath oil and bubbles were extremely soothing and the rose petal scent was intoxicating. Normally, I'd have been abhored by it. But now, it was heavenly! I'd have gladly soaked in it for hours.

Bernice very gently and gingerly washed me all over, except for my hair.

"I'll wash your hair in the salon Sweetheart, after we're done here and you're into a soft clean diaper." She cooed to me.

I sighed, but in a positive way. It was obvious that Bernice felt very sorry for me, unlike times before. Why? I didn't know, but was glad for it. She was treating me as gently and lovingly as any mother would treat her precious little baby girl. And I hate to admit it, but it felt wonderful. I was in dire need of a lot of TLC now and she was providing it.

When she was done washing me, she asked, "Would you like to soak for a while Precious? And smell extra pretty!"

My warm smile was her answer.

Maybe twenty minutes later, naked but dry, I laid face down on a soft, fluffy towel on one of the changing tables. Bernice gently rubbed baby oil all over the back of me from my neck to the tips of my toes. Then she turned me over and did the same to the front of me. And I was very glad that my little soldier remained "at ease", befitting the little baby girl I felt so much like now.

Turned over yet again, bum up, Bernice began applying diaper rash ointment to my very sore bottom.

"You've got an awfully nasty diaper rash Stephie." She said. "But this will help a lot."

Without even realizing it, I stuck my thumb in my mouth as she covered my bum with the ointment.

She giggled. "Here Sweetheart!" And she took a pacifier from a pocket of her apron and put it to my mouth. And I gratefully accepted it.

The ointment really helped to put out the fire on my bum.

Done with it, she started to cap the tube.

Despite the fact that I wasn't supposed to speak, I dared to whimper through my binkie. "More please?"

She giggled again. "Sure Stephie." And she covered my bum with an extra layer of it.

"Okay, let's get you diapered Babykins." And she took out a large, thick fleecy diaper. "You're gonna like this one. It's extra soft and comfy!"

As she pinned it on me, I realized she was right. It felt like a cloud against my very sore botttom. A band-aid for my blistered behind.

"Thank you." I again whimpered through my binkie.

"Shhh! Remember, babies don't speak." She gently reminded me.

I just beamed up at her and shook my head up and down.

"I think we can save your rhumba panties 'til later Stephie." Then she added. "You can't have anything left inside you to come out for awhile."

She was right and I was grateful.

Then she sprinkled a ton of baby powder all over me from the neck down. I felt and smelled delicious.

She put just a simple baby T-shirt over me and held out her arms and leaned down to me.

"C'mon, my sweet smelling little girl. Let's take care of your hair."

I sat up and put my arms around her neck and she placed her's under my bum and picked me up. My legs straddled her waist. I suc-ked on my pacifier and hugged her tightly.

It was such a genuinely girlish and babyish thing to do. But I didn't care. It just felt so wonderful and comforting. In fact, I think it felt a little too "wonderful and comforting". My little girl wiener started to stiffen in the folds of my soft diaper. And Bernice felt it against her bosom as she carried me toward the salon.

She giggled and whispered in my ear. "My goodness, it seems you're feeling a lot better now Sweet Pea!"

I was embarrassed but snuggled her even more tightly.

In the salon, she sat me down at the shampooing station and put a pink apron over me and gently washed and conditioned my hair. And that felt great too! She blow dried my hair, though not completely. It needed to be damp for setting.

Then she removed the apron and picked me up again, just like before. And she giggled again, but said nothing, as she carried me over to the styling chair for my hair rollers.

Seated in the chair, she didn't bother with the apron for just setting my hair. She rubbed setting gel throughout it and started rolling it.

And even that felt good! Being ministered to in this "little baby girl" manner was becoming quite enjoyable. I admonished myself that I shouldn't get too comfortable with this "baby girl" lifestyle. But I rationalized it as just being because of all I had just gone through in the Diaper Derby.

But as she wound more and more rollers in my hair, I was shocked to find my wiener becoming more and more stiff. And there was no apron to cover it.

By the time the last roller was wound, the front of my diaper was very noticeably "tented".

Bernice just plain laughed now, though not in a mean way.

"I bet it's been a long time since you last did a number three in your diapers Sweetheart!"

I was embarrassed but gave a nod up and down.

She picked me up to take me to the chair with the large, pull down hair dryer behind it. And my "tent pole" jabbed her in the chest as she carried me. And I was really afraid now that I'd be in trouble.

But she giggled again and set me in the chair and pulled the hair dryer over my rollers. But she didn't turn it on.

Instead, she walked to the salon door and closed and locked it. Then she knelt in front of me and put her hand on the front of my tented diaper.

"You deserve a treat, a reward for all you've been through these last several days. Would you like to do a number three in your diaper Stephie?" And she moved her hand up and down on the front of my diaper. And she turned on the hair dryer.

I know I was red with embarrassment, but I nodded my head "yes" and smiled like the coquettish little girl I now was.

My moaning and girlish squeals would certainly have been heard if not for the hum of the hair dryer. She didn't have to rub the front of my diaper for long. And I squirted a large number three into it. And I beamed up at her in gratitude.



Wed May 02, 2007 11:20 pm    Post subject:    
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Camp Sissy Curls--part60

As I sat under the hairdryer, I found it increasingly difficult to keep my eyes open. I was even more drained now, though delightfully so, from doing a number three into my diaper.

I must have napped for a half hour or more because the next thing I knew, Bernice was lifting me from the chair and my set was dry.

With my legs straddled around her waist, I hugged her tightly like before as she carried me to a changing table in the nursery.

She softly kissed my neck and whispered. "Let's get you cleaned up from your number three and into a clean didee."

On the changing table, she used a few baby wipes to clean the sticky "goo" from my now relaxed "little girl" wiener.

"Another coat of diaper rash ointment Stephie?" She asked.

I smiled and she turned me over and coated my bum yet again and pinned me into a new diaper just like the last one. Then she covered it with extremely frilly pink and white rhumba panties.

"Okay Sweetheart, let's get you ready for the party tonight." And she sat me up.

I gave her a very puzzled look and she realized I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Oh, you don't know about the party! I guess you were so busy with the Diaper Derby that you weren't aware of it."

I didn't like the sound of this.

"The night before the last day of camp, there's a combined "going home" party with Sunnyvale and our camp in the rec center." She explained. "And there's also an Awards Assembly. It's lots of fun!"

It didn't sound like fun to me.

"You're to be dressed in your very best baby finery for tonight's festivities Stephie." She said.

And before long, I found myself in the prettiest "baby finery" imaginable. And it was very heavily petticoated.

Then Bernice took my hand and walked me back to the salon and lifted me into the styling chair to remove my rollers and do my hair.

When she was done, she gushed. "Your wiener curls are just way too pretty to cover with a baby bonnet!" And instead, she attached a large pink and white hairbow to the top of them that matched my baby dress perfectly.

"Okay, into your stroller. The girls from Hummingbird Cabin will be here shortly to take you to the party."

I frowned and started to tear up.

She took a tissue and gently wiped my tears. "Oh Stephie. It'll be okay!"

But I cried even more and shook my head "no".

She looked down at me and frowned and sighed. "Oh Little Miss Priss! Whatever am I gonna do with you?"

And I gave her the very best "little girl" pout I possibly could. I so didn't want to be taken to the party by Lisa and the other girls.

"Ohhh!" And she sighed again. "Alright, would you like me to take you?"

"Yes pwease!" I cooed.

"Okay then. But remember, babies don't talk!"

I replied with a very broad and thankful smile.

At the rec center, three play pens were set up in front, just below the stage. As Bernice started to take me from my stroller for one of them, I began to whimper and cry again. And I again gave my very best, little girl pouty face, as I shook my head back and forth.

"Oh, c'mon Stephie." She gently scolded. "You certainly are the shy, clingy little Sweetie."

But like most babies, I got my way.

"I suppose you want to sit on my lap now!" She said.

I eagerly nodded "yes" and thought "mission accomplished".

The party began with the Awards Assembly. Sitting on Bernice's lap, I couldn't possibly been more babyish. But I didn't care. I delighted in the safe and secure feeling it gave me. Maybe there were some "perks" to being a little baby girl!

I cuddled with her and suc-ked on my pacifier, as seemingly endless camp related awards and presentations were made by Ms Roberts, who emceed the program.

"And now campers, for our final presentation!" Ms Roberts announced. "The annual summer Diaper Derby award to Baby Stephie and Hummingbird Cabin. And a new record of three days was set!"

Great applause and cheering filled the rec center and I trembled and started to cry. Why I don't know, but this award caught me by surprise.

"Hummingbird cabin, come to the stage!" Ms Roberts called into the microphone. "And Bernice, please bring our little "diaper champion" up here."

"It's okay Pumpkin. Bernice is with you." She whispered into my ear as she carried me onto the stage.

The crowd roared with cheers and laughter.

Bernice put me down besibe her and held my hand, which I clung to tightly.

The Hummingbird girls gathered around me with Lisa to the other side of me. She tried to hold my other hand but I rejected it. And Lisa actually looked a little sad and dejected by my action. Maybe she was just embarrassed by my slight.

But either way I thought, "Good!"

Camera flashes flashed and video cameras rolled.

I grasped Bernice's hand even tighter as a "tiara" type crown was placed atop my curls and a bouquet of flowers was put into my free arm. I felt like I was the winner of some little girls' beauty pageant. And I cried.

Ms Roberts spoke into the microphone. "Normally, a Diaper Derby winner's sash would be placed on the winner now. But something Hummingbird Cabin and Lisa did inspired me to come up with something different. And more appropriate I think." And Ms Roberts giggled.

Then she reached behind the curtain and produced the toilet seat and I gasped and the crowd roared with laughter and applause.

Bold printing in red spelled out the inscription painted around the toilet seat. And Ms Roberts read it aloud.

"WITH GREAT DI-STINK-TION, THIS AWARD IS PRESENTED TO BABY STEPHIE. SUMMER, 2006 DIAPER DERBY WINNER."

Ms Roberts was obviously well pleased with her play on words as she lowered it over my head and onto my shoulders.

And the audience exploded with laughter.