Author Topic: Beauticians' Contest (Read 49568 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** July 14, 2008, 05:57:17 PM »

Kyle didn’t know what he was in for when his mother brought him to, what she would only tell him was, “a very special event”. He was assured of a “surprise”.

They went to an art gallery and he was led into a kind of dressing room at the back. His mother told him to undress down to his underpants. She made him sit in a kind of reclining barber’s chair. It was only when his hands were suddenly secured to the arms of the chair that she started to give him an idea what he was in for.

A highly made-up woman came in. His mother introduced her as Gillian. She explained that Gillian was a beautician and that Kyle was going to assist her in a competition. Each year, for the last several years, the town’s beauticians have had this competition. They decided what better test could there be of their skills than to turn a boy into a pretty girl!

Kyle struggled like mad at the straps on his wrists but Gillian was soon washing his hair with smelly oils and she then started rolling his hair around thin rods. Kyle yelped as she wound his hair as tightly as possible on the rods. When that was done, something was plugged in and he could feel the rods heating.

Then Gillian started applying make-up. She was joined by an assistant. His mother helped hold him still but he soon realised that he had no choice but to let them at it if he didn’t want a dollop of powder in his eye.

His face gradually disappeared under a cake of make-up but with no mirror in sight he had no idea of the result. He just lay back despondently and the assistant painted his finger-nails pink while Gillian worked on his face.

Finally a mirror was produced. He was startled by the effect of the mascara, the bright pink eye-shadow, the blush and lipstick. While he was recovering from that, his mother whipped off his underpants. He was puzzled as she slipped a towel under his bottom but was anxious enough to let her cover his privates.

She pulled the towel around him and up between his legs. He couldn’t believe it when she produced two large safety pins. “You’ll be on display for a few hours, so you’ll need to wear a nappy”, his mother explained. Wear a nappy? On display? Kyle renewed his desperate effort to free himself but it was in vain.

“There are sensors in the nappy to detect if you wet or soil yourself. If a boy wets himself 3 times or soils himself then he has to have his nappy changed.”

Despite his pleas and protestations, she soon had a pair of plastic pants pulled up over his nappy. He was further appalled when she pulled a pair of opaque white tights onto him. “Please Mum, no!” “Don’t be silly, it’s just a pair of tights. Anyone would think you were being murdered!” Kyle knew that his reputation would be murdered if he was seen in sissy tights.

Then Gillian produced a dress from a bag. It was like a pink ballet dress except with puffed and lace-trimmed sleeves. It also had net petticoats attached. The women pushed his feet into the leg-openings and pulled the dress up on him. At the last minute they freed his hands and pushed his arms into the sleeves. Gillian quickly buttoned him in with a dozen tiny buttons down the back.

Kyle jumped out of the chair. He desperately tried to reach the buttons at the back of his dress but he couldn’t. The women just watched as he vainly tried to get out of the dress. Eventually he gave up in frustration, stamping his foot. He also realised that because the bottom of the dress was pulled up over his tights, he couldn’t get them off either.

Gillian chuckled. “I’ve had many years of experience of making dresses that little boys can’t get out of.” Tears started to appear as Kyle realised that there was nothing he could do about his predicament. “Now, now, don’t mess your make-up”, his mother scolded him and dabbed carefully at his eyes.

They stood him in front of a large mirror. He immediately cringed as he saw that the heavily flared dress was very short on him and did not even cover his bottom or the bulge in his tights.

His mother pulled on a pair of pink pettipants that were frilled from top to bottom. As he desperately pushed down at his dress she told him “stop that, everyone has to be able to see your pretty panties too.”

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** July 15, 2008, 06:56:39 PM »

They removed the rods from his hair revealing a mass of firm ringlets that Gillian tied up with pink ribbons. “Wow, what did you use to get those ringlets?” Kyle’s mother asked with disconcerting interest. “It’s the strongest chemical available. It can hold ringlets in place for a good two weeks.” Kyle flinched at the thought of his hair being in ringlets for a whole fortnight!

But he was soon distracted as the assistant pulled a pair of ankle socks with pink lace on his feet and then strapped on a pair of high-heeled t-bar shoes. His mother helped him put on a pair of white gloves with lace around the cuffs.

The women stood back to admire him and couldn’t help but laugh at the miserable face amongst all the pretty lace and frills. Gillian and the assistant took an arm each and he was propelled out of the room before he could resist.

They marched him down a couple of corridors before reaching the gallery. Here he was confronted with what seemed like one side of a Perspex tube. It was over six feet tall and the women brought him right up to it. Suddenly the other half of the tube was produced behind him and locked in place with a catch on either side.

Kyle pawed desperately at the transparent tube from the inside but he was clearly not going to be able to get out. He was on full display from all angles.

Within minutes four other boys in pretty dresses with outrageous perms were brought out and placed in similar tubes. Each of them pawed or banged in vain at their confining Perspex and then exchanged empathetic looks with their fellow victims.

Suddenly the doors were opened and dozens of women and girls poured into the room. Little alarms went off as two of the boys wet their nappies immediately. That brought them all the initial attention as the spectators carefully examined if their nappies had succeeded in keeping everything in.

After a few minutes a crowd gathered around the boy next to Kyle. They were tittering more than most. “It happens every year”, he heard one of the women snigger. “There’s always one.”

The boy was desperately trying to push his dress down but everyone could see the large erection even under the thick nappy and frills of his panties. “Oh, Ralph obviously loves his pretty dress.” Tears ran down Ralph’s face as everyone gathered around to see. There was no way he could turn to hide it.

As the morning went on, Kyle’s feet started to hurt from the high-heels. He shifted from one foot to the other, much to amusement of onlookers.

After an hour or so he wet his nappy. The two boys who had immediately wet themselves had to be removed to have their nappies changed when they had wet themselves the specified three times but soon found themselves back on display. Ralph soiled himself, just to complete his humiliation.

Finally the boys were freed from their ordeal. Ralph was declared the winner. Kyle had come second. He had been hoping to avoid wetting himself again but on realising that second prize meant further unwanted attention he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His alarm went off and everyone laughed.

Afterwards one of the boys appeared in the lobby with his hair still tightly curled but wearing his boy’s clothes. His mother tried to persuade him that he would actually look less ridiculous if he dressed like a girl but there was no way he was wearing a dress for a minute longer.

Then another boy appeared in a pink dress that was sufficiently long to cover his panties although it was obvious to everyone from the highly self-conscious way in which he continued to push down his dress as far as possible that he was still wearing the beautiful frilly panties that he had been displayed in. His mother had succeeded in persuaded him that, because of his perm, it was better to wear a dress and look like a proper girl. Since they had to get a bus home, he reluctantly accepted but must have wondered if he’d made the right decision as everyone in the lobby watched him flounce out into the street. Almost immediately the wind caught his dress and before he could grasp his petticoats, everyone got a good view of those frilly panties.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** July 16, 2008, 05:27:17 PM »

Next came Ralph. He was still in his show dress and his erection was still on display to everyone. “Yes indeed, he’ll be staying in dresses now since he so clearly loves it”, his mother told everyone. You could actually see his erection harden at this announcement.

Then Kyle appeared. Gillian advised his mother to keep him in the nappy a while longer since he had appeared to wet himself on the announcement of his second place. She was concerned that any little surprise might set him off again.

His trousers wouldn’t fit over the nappy so he was still in his short show dress and everyone could see that he was still wearing a nappy. A crowd gathered and started laughing as he waddled across the lobby. His alarm went off again as he wet himself. “It’s just as well you kept him in the nappy”, Gillian told his mother. Kyle was furious. If he hadn’t been wearing a humiliating nappy in front of all these people in the first place, he wouldn’t have wet himself!

At home his mother changed his nappy. Gillian had helpfully provided her with another and advised that she keep him in the nappy overnight.

Kyle slept only fitfully. He kept having nightmares about being back in the display tube with everyone pointing at his dress and nappy. In one of the dreams he wet himself. When he awoke from that, he discovered that he was indeed wet.

He sneaked downstairs and hoped to dispose of the evidence somehow. If his mother found out that he wet himself in his sleep, she would probably keep him in nappies for longer.

He crept into the utility room. He wasn’t sure what to do. He examined the plastic pants and tried to figure out how he could get them off without causing a mess.

“What’s going on here?” He swung around and his mother was there. She was furious that he had tried to hide the fact that he had wet himself. He was sent back to bed with the wet nappy still on. He hardly slept any more.

Early in the morning there was a caller downstairs. He recognised Gillian’s voice. “That’s ok”, she told his mother. “This often happens.” They came into his room. Gillian had a supply of nappies and plastic pants.

Kyle was changed. Gillian advised his mother to shave around his groin area. Once he was in a clean nappy his mother went to pull the white tights back on him. “Please Mummy no!” But she insisted and soon he was buttoned into his pink dress and the frilly panties were pulled up over his nappy.

He desperately tried to reach the buttons on his dress. Unable to make any impression there he started to pull down his panties. Gillian grabbed his hands and pulled fingerless mittens on him that buckled at the wrist. “Just as an extra precaution”, she told his mother. “They disable his hands so that he can’t take off his dress or his nappy or his pretty panties.” Kyle looked in disbelief at the mittens. Clearly what Gillian said was correct and there was no way he could get the mittens off.

“It does mean that you’ll have to spoon-feed him”, Gillian explained. She went outside and Kyle heard a van door open. She reappeared wheeling a large high-chair. Kyle tried to run out of the room but his mother caught him and soon the two women had him lifted into the chair. Gillian swung the tray down and it clicked into place.

Kyle squirmed and wriggled in the high-chair. “He won’t be able to open the catch once his mittens are on”, Gillian told his mother. Kyle gave a huge sigh as he gave up trying.

Gillian filled a plastic sippy cup with milk. “He should be able to hold this between his mittens.” She placed the sippy cup on the tray in front of him. “Try honey.” Kyle swiped the cup away in disgust. “Right”, Gillian said.

She wheeled his high-chair towards the front door. “What are you doing?” Kyle asked desperately. She opened the door. Kyle squirmed furiously in the high-chair again. She wheeled him out onto the garden path. Kyle was appalled. He looked up and down the street. There was no one about.

Gillian handed him a large baby bottle full of milk. “Now you’ll stay out here until you’ve finished that.” And with that the two women went inside. A minute later Gillian emerged with a pink bonnet, placed it on his head and tied it under his chin. “To keep the sun off you”, she chuckled.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** July 17, 2008, 04:23:20 PM »

Kyle took the bottle in his mittens and desperately started suc-king on the teat. Only a little squirt emerged on each suc-k and he began to realise that there was no way he was going to finish the bottle before someone saw him.

Within a minute, two women came down the street. One was chatting away until the other woman saw Kyle and grabbed her arm. They both looked at him, mouths agape. Kyle stopped suc-king on the bottle but they had definitely seen what he was doing.

They hurried towards the garden. Kyle didn’t know whether to resume suc-king or not. It was so humiliating to be seen suc-king on a baby bottle but the longer he left it, the more people would see him in his pink dress, bonnet, panties and tights.

“Goodness me, what have we here?” one of the women said as she approached him. “It’s Kyle!” the other woman realised. “What are you doing in a pink dress and a high-chair”, she asked. Kyle just stewed. He started suc-king on the bottle again. The women laughed. “Oh sorry, are we interrupting your bottle?” They sniggered at his tights and bonnet. “Who’s a pretty baby then?”

More people appeared. “Look at our new pretty baby girl”, one of the women called out. Kyle wet himself as a crowd of neighbours gathered around. He had no choice but to suc-k desperately on his bottle which only amused them more.

His mother and Gillian appeared. Kyle stopped suc-king on his bottle in desperate hope of a reprieve, even at this late stage. “No, finish your bottle dear.” He sighed and resumed suc-king.

His mother fielded comments and questions on his dress and bonnet. Eventually Kyle finished his bottle. His mother swung back the tray and he was so anxious to get back in the house that he jumped down immediately. But now everyone could see his frilly panties and the obvious nappy underneath. “He’s actually wearing a nappy!” someone shouted. Kyle froze.

“Yes, I’m afraid he’s developed a little problem”, his mother explained. “You mean he actually needs the nappy?” someone asked. “Oh yes”, his mother replied. Kyle started sobbing. “Oh come on honey,” his mother soothed him, “it’s not your fault that you need a nappy.”

She led the blubbering boy back into the house. He started begging her to let him out of the nappy and dress. “But you obviously need to wear a nappy honey, I can see you’ve wet yourself again!”

But he persisted with his pleas for some time. Suddenly, Gillian stuffed a large pink soother into his mouth. “Right that’s enough complaining.” Kyle stood there in shock, his eyes practically crossing as he tried to look at the soother. “Now you will stay silent whenever your mummy puts your soother in. Understood?”

Kyle did not want to agree to this, naturally. “Or do you want to sit out front in your high-chair again?” Kyle shook his head ruefully as he looked down at the floor. “So you’ll keep the soother in and stay schtum?” He nodded his head reluctantly.

“Right.” Gillian took a short piece of a plastic line and attached one end to his soother and the other end to his dress. “Now, that’ll make sure that you never lose your soother.” Kyle sniffled.

“I have some other stuff that you might find useful”, Gillian told his mother. She returned to the van. A few minutes later she came back with a pack of pink wooden pieces. This they assembled into a play-pen.

The now stunned Kyle was led into it and made sit down. Gillian closed the side with a click. “I really would recommend this deluxe version with the little toys and rattles built in around the side. With his hands in the mittens these simple toys are all he’ll be able to play with.” Kyle studied the brightly coloured balls, rattles and buttons glumly.

“How much will this cost?” his mother asked. “About 300, but it’s really worth it”, Gillian answered. “Well, we’d better make sure that we get lots of use out of it then” his mother said. Kyle looked up in shock.

“Oh it will last alright”, Gillian assured his mother. “I bought the same one for my Harry. He’s been in it now for four years and it’s still in good condition.” “Mmmppppf?” Kyle blurted.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** July 18, 2008, 02:31:35 PM »

“Harry had the same problem as Kyle after the competition four years ago”, Gillian explained. Kyle desperately looked from Gillian to his mother. “And did he never regain control of his toilet?” his mother asked. Gillian smiled a little. “Well, I didn’t try all that hard to be honest. He was always getting into trouble. This way it’s reassuring to know exactly where he is all the time. Apart from one time when the catch on his high-chair broke and he got out, he’s been in his play-pen, cot or high-chair at all times and I don’t have to worry at all.”

Kyle’s mother looked down on him. He scrambled to his knees. Surely she wasn’t going to keep him like this indefinitely? She smiled as she considered what Gillian had said. Kyle started to shake the bars of his pen desperately. “Mmmppfff!” But his mother just turned away. “You said something about a cot?” she asked.

Gillian went out to the van again. Kyle wished that his mother would let him take his soother out. He whimpered through it as the cot was brought in. It too was made of pink wood. It had panels at the ends decorated with princesses and side bars that were held securely in place by a simple catch that he would not be able to open with the mittens.

His mother grew concerned about the mounting cost. “Well, you could trade in his bed and his computer and get some money back”, Gillian suggested. “He won’t be needing them will he?” “Mmmpppffff!!!” Kyle protested as his plight was becoming more desperate. “I can throw in a few complimentary dolls and cuddly toys”, Gillian added.

“Now, what about clothes?” Gillian asked his mother. “Obviously none of his trousers will fit over his nappy. I have some more suitable clothes if you like.”

The women went out to the van and returned with half a dozen pastel coloured baby dresses. “Mmmpppfff!” Kyle protested from the play-pen.

They took off his show dress and Gillian produced a dress that was flared from breast level with several layers of petticoats underneath. Kyle couldn’t believe that it was worse than his previous dress but it was much more babyish. It had a pattern of pink bunnies.

Gillian zipped him up. Then she made him lie back. There was a nappy cover attached at the back of the dress. She pulled it under his bottom and up over his nappy. She snapped it snugly to the front of his dress and around the tops of his legs with fasteners. Then she pulled on his frilly panties over that.

“There! Now with his hands in mittens he’ll never be able to pull down his panties and even if he does somehow, he’ll never be able to undo those fasteners so he’ll be kept securely in his nappies at all times. And if you fasten the nappy cover over his tights like that then he won’t be able to remove them either.” As if to demonstrate, Kyle pushed desperately at the frilly panties but couldn’t budge them.

Each of his new dresses was just as short, flared and frilly. Each one had a cover to fasten over his nappy and Gillian produced tights of various colours like white, lemon, lilac to match his new baby dresses.

“Well I think that’s everything you need for now”, Gillian said brightly. Kyle looked up helplessly from his play-pen, tears streaming down his face. “Oh don’t be so glum”, she told him. “You’ll soon get used to it. You’ve lots of lovely toys to play with all day and plenty of pretty dresses to wear.”

She turned to his mother. “He’ll have to be a good baby and do everything you say if he wants his nappy changed. I suggest that you reward a good baby with lollipops or by spoon-feeding him some ice cream. Cod liver oil or dinners of boiled cabbage and spinach usually do the trick if there’s any bad behaviour. But I’m sure our Kyle will be a

very good baby, won’t you?”

“I can recommend any number of girls who will be happy to babysit him for you. They’ll be quite willing to change his nappy and bottle and spoon feed him. In fact, I think some of them would be in his class in school.”

DaraJaney · « **Reply #5 on:** July 19, 2008, 04:13:12 PM »

With that Gillian left. Kyle’s eyes followed his mother around the room as he desperately hoped that she would announce that it was all a joke. But he was left in the play-pen all morning. His mother came over regularly and made him play with the dumb toys.

At Noon he was given another bottle of milk. At lunch-time he was put into the high-chair and she spoon-fed him mashed vegetables. Then she wanted to put him down for a nap.

His fancy panties, dress and tights were removed and she put him in a lighter pink nightie that also snapped over his nappy. She made him lie down in the cot. She pulled sheets and blankets up over him and tucked them tightly around him.

“Sleep tight sweetie”, she chirped as she left the room. He tried to loosen the blankets a bit but he couldn’t budge, they were so tightly tucked. He wriggled but hadn’t even room to squirm. He was held fast in the middle of the cot with his head lying in the centre of the deep pillow looking up at the ceiling fringed with the lace of his bonnet. “Mmmpppffff!” he blurted crossly.

He lay there for several minutes in complete frustration. He wasn’t a bit sleepy. He couldn’t move a muscle. The damn soother was still stuffed in his mouth and he was afraid to spit it out without permission – his mother had pointedly clipped it to his nightie.

After another ten minutes he realised that he was actually suc-king on the soother occasionally. There was absolutely nothing else to do.

After an hour he felt the need to go to the toilet again. He wanted to get his mother’s attention. He was desperate to show that he that he hadn’t lost control. “Mmppff!” He raised his head the few inches that he could and squinted through the bars of his cot to see if she was around. “Mmmpppfff!”

He was losing track of time but he must have been grunting for 20 minutes when he started blubbering. “nghuh, nghuh, nghuh!” In between his sobbing he suc-ked on the soother a few times.

Eventually he could hold out no more and let himself go. The warm pee spread out around his groin area before running down the sides of his nappy and around his bottom. “nghuh, nghuh, nghuh” he sobbed.

That was no sooner done than he wanted to do a number 2. He desperately tried to look up to see if his mother was around. His head flopped back down on the pillow. “Mmmmppppffff!!!” Nothing.

A few minutes later he dropped a stool into his nappy. Tears were running down the sides of his face. He sobbed several times with his eyes shut. He suc-ked on his soother. He opened his eyes to see his mother looking down on him. “What’s wrong pet?” Then she sniffed and went “oh.”

“Aw, you poor thing. How long have you been in a stinky nappy?” “Mmmppfff!” he answered crossly. She removed the side bars and was able to pull back the blankets easily. She helped him out of the bed. He could feel the weight of his poo in the back of his nappy as he waddled across the room.

“I promise I won’t let that happen again”, she assured him. He looked up hopefully at this first glimmer of relief. “We’ll have to get you a baby monitor”, she said. “So you can cry into it when you wet or soil your nappy.” He sighed heavily.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #6 on:** July 20, 2008, 05:51:33 PM »

The rest of the day fell into a routine of bottles, feeds and nappy changes. He played with his rattles and dolls in between. He kept hoping that his mother would remove his soother and let him talk even for a moment. He desperately wanted to ask her how long she intended keeping him in nappies. The prospects did not look at all good as he surveyed his newly bought high-chair, play-pen, cot and selection of baby dresses. But he had to hold out some glimmer of hope.

She gave him another warm bottle of milk at 8pm and then changed him into his nightie for bed. He whimpered a little through his soother in protest at being put to bed so early but she ignored all pleas and snapped the nappy cover in place.

He looked up doe-eyed from his pillow as she locked the side bars in place. She smiled at his cute little face with his soother in the centre and framed by his lace bonnet. She had let him keep his arms outside the blankets this time. She tucked a cuddly teddy under his arm. “Oh, you look just perfect!” She tweaked his nose playfully.

He started crying at this. She was obviously delighted to have him like a little baby girl and he realised she had no intention of letting him out of this soon. He contemplated his mittens, the nappy cover firmly fastened over his nappy and the bars on the side of his cot. There was absolutely nothing he could do except lie there and accept his new status.

He suc-ked on his soother as the tears continued for flow. His mother smiled sadly. “That’s a good baby. You nurse that soother and everything will be fine.” And with that she left. He cried even harder and suc-ked even harder knowing full well that everything was far from fine.

The next day after his nappy change she put him in the lilac dress and tights. She pulled white frilly panties up over his nappy. When he caught himself in the mirror he saw that the dress only came to the top of his frilly panties that were subsequently on full show.

His mother left him in the high chair suc-king on his bottle as she prepared her own fried breakfast. Once he was in his play-pen she took out a list that Gillian had given her and went to the phone.

She dialled the first number. “Hello Mrs. Kruger. Is Jill there? No? I wonder could you ask her to ring me. Gillian gave me her number for babysitting.” Scott looked up from the pen.

“Hmm? Oh .. Scott. Yes, Scott. I’m afraid he developed a little problem and I’ve had to put him in nappies.” Scott heard the loud exclamation from the other end of the phone line. “I know.” “He’s fourteen.” Scott cringed. “Well, I’m afraid he hasn’t been very co-operative so I’ve had to strap mittens on his hands to stop him taking his nappy off. That means that he has to be bottle and spoon fed everything.” Scott heard another guffaw down the line.

“But it also means he can’t take off his dress.” “Hmmm? Yes, dress.” “Well, it’s a long story but you know how it’s much easier to change them in a short dress.” “And the wool-knit tights keep his legs warm.” Scott was going red just listening to this.

“So with Jill’s experience with babies I thought she might be able to sit him tonight so that I can go out to my card game. He won’t be any trouble at all. I have a high-chair for his feedings and he’s in his play-pen the rest of the time. She can put him in his cot after his eight o’clock bottle and that should be that, unless he wets or soils his nappy before I get home.” His mother had to hold the phone away from her ear at that stage.

“Yes, I know, it’s funny. She is actually younger than him. Do you think she’ll be happy to do it?” “Are you sure?” “You’re going to come too? I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” “Well, if you want to.” So Scott spent the whole day in dread of Jill Kruger coming to babysit him that night.