Most embarrassing moments

[DaraJaney]

Kevin had concealed a webcam in the girls’ dressing room for weeks before it was discovered.  He had been selling copies of recordings to his pals.  He had acc-umulated a couple of hundred pounds from this little venture.



But he hadn’t understood just how seriously something like that would be viewed by the authorities these days.  He regarded it as a bit of cheeky fun.  He hadn’t realised that other boys were using the tapes to pleasure themselves.  The police didn’t see the funny side of it.  He was facing charges and possible listing as a sex offender.



The head mistress of the girls’ school unexpectedly came to his defence.  She believed that there hadn’t been any harm meant – that he had been guilty of a terrible misjudgement.



She came up with an alternative proposal to pressing charges.  The girls had been mortified by the videos.  She asked them to list occasions on which they had been very embarrassed and suggested that Kevin would have to re-enact such occasions to his own acute embarrassment.  Kevin’s mother convinced him that it was better than facing the wrath of the law so they agreed.



Tracey Knowles showed his mother a photograph.  At the age of ten her mother made her go to a neighbouring girl’s birthday party.  The neighbour was only eight and Tracey didn’t really want to go.  Not only that but her mother made her wear her old party dress which was really too small for her.  She turned up to find the younger girls were in jeans and playing messy games in the garden.



Kevin was shown the photograph that he had to recreate.  Jane Hogan in the next street was having her eighth birthday party next week.  Kevin’s mother was not short of money and had a replica dress made.



On the Saturday Kevin stood outside Jane’s door in his pink frilly party dress.  He tried to push down his dress but layers of petticoats kept it flouncy and short, just like Tracey’s in the photograph.  Although it couldn’t be seen in the snap, she convinced his mother that she was wearing matching frilly pink panties.  Kevin desperately hoped that nobody could see them on him.  The white tights, lace-trimmed ankle socks and t-bar shoes were bad enough.  His hair was tied up on either side with pink ribbons.  He had to wear white gloves.



Mrs. Hogan answered the door and burst out laughing.  She stood back to allow Kevin to walk in.  His petticoats rocked back and forth around him as he walked and he desperately tried to steady them.



The eight year olds thought is was hilarious.  They had all dutifully worn jeans and shorts and t-shirts.  Kevin went bright red in his pink dress.  Mrs. Hogan suggested that he take a glass of cola from the coffee table.  He walked across, bent over and reached for the glass.  The room exploded in laughter and he realised that he had already revealed his pink frilly panties to the assembled audience.



The girls were determined to make the most of it and he was made to skip and play hop scotch and just about anything that would make his dress and petticoats fly around and expose his frilly panties.



When they cut the cake, he was forced to stand to recreate Tracey’s embarrassing photograph, standing there in his pink dress with all the more trendily dressed little girls around him.

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Next was Sara Darcy.  She had been asked to do waitress for Lady Winthrop at her mansion a few weeks before.  When she arrived the old lady insisted that she had to wear an old fashioned maid’s uniform and apron.  Most of the town’s most important people were there – a group photo was taken – and Sara was most embarrassed.

Kevin stood outside the drawing room.  He winced as his tightly strung corset bit into his sides.  He fluffed up the skirt of his maid’s uniform before entering.  It was hard to get the netting underneath to lie even.  He almost lost his balance in his four-inch heels.  He was acutely aware of his black lace-top stockings.  His suspenders stretched with every step he took.  It felt like his stockings were slipping down all the time but he couldn’t see if the lace-tops were visible or not.  It had taken him an age to get his seams straight since the tight corset made it difficult for him to twist his body.

He straightened his white lace headband before entering.  The room was full of the girls from school.  They tittered as he tottered into the room.  He curtseyed as trained, taking the hem of his uniform on either side and lifting it up giving a good display of his net petticoats.

It was too easy really.  Lady Winthrop ordered him to pick up a tray.  He immediately bent over and the girls all laughed at his white knickers with three layers of lace across and the contrasting black lace on the tops of his stockings and the suspender straps with a little pink bow on the button.  He froze and wanted to kick himself.  He was going to have to remember.

Within minutes his feet were killing him from the heels but he was scheduled to be their maid for the whole afternoon.  They found every reason under the sun to get him to scamper back and forth from the kitchen.  “Quickly!  Quickly!” Lady Winthrop barked.  He minced across the room in a vain attempt to run which was impossible in the heels.

When he finally got to take the shoes off his feet were practically moulded into the shape of the high heels.  He had to spend a couple of minutes easing his feet back into a flat position despite the fact that he was desperate to unlace his corset.  When he got to do that the marks of the bones were deeply imprinted on his sides.  He breathed deeply a few times before pulling the corset down over his bottom.

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Paula Welsh’s most embarrassing moment was having to make her first communion when she was three years older than all the other girls.  Her mother was hopelessly out of date with the fashions and sent her along in an above-the-knee, petticoat-packed dress while all the little girls wore more fashionable ballet length unfussy dresses.



Unfortunately for Kevin, first communion season was just a fortnight away.  He was driven up to the local church.  His mother opened the door of the limo and he had to step out.  He tried to flatten down his pink organza petticoats under the white taffeta dress.  His mother fiddled with his veil.  He wanted to hide behind it but she pushed it out at the sides of his face.



She picked a thread off his snow white tights, fluffed out the pink lace on his ankle socks and licked her finger to wipe a smudge off his white shoes.  He tugged nervously at the lace trim on his white gloves.  She handed him his parasol and he opened it and rested it on his shoulder.  In his left hand he clutched his white handbag.



As he walked towards the church, the wind blew and with his hands full, struggling to control his parasol, he could do nothing to steady his fluttering petticoats.  He reckoned that there was no need to bend over but people had probably already seen glimpses of his thickly frilled panties.



The little girls in their long dresses all sniggered at his short frilly frock.  The boys looked over in disbelief from their parallel line in their smart suits.



He was at least a foot taller then any other communicants and wore the shortest dress so his long white legs in tights really caught everyone’s attention.



Paula’s mother’s treasured photo of the day had been taken in the local restaurant so Kevin had to go there for a meal as well.  He had great difficulty in settling his petticoats evenly underneath his bottom when he sat.  But the biggest problem was in the (ladies) toilet.  His dress was tightly buttoned up his back so he had a devil of a job trying to pin his petticoats and dress back with his elbows with his tights and frilly panties down around his ankles.



He sat on the toilet and sighed heavily.  How bad could it get?

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Sophie Lawless produced the photo of her from last year’s end of year school play.  The secondary school puts it on for the primary school kids.  It’s a medley of scenes from nursery rhymes and fairy tales.



Kevin was told to turn up for the dress rehearsal on Thursday - which was a bit mean since it wasn’t really until Friday and all of the others were in their normal clothes.  Kevin trudged in wearing his Bo-Peep outfit.  While it was the longest dress that he got to wear, the pantaloons came to his ankles and had three layers of pink edged lace-trim below his hem on either leg.  His enormous bonnet was tied under his chin.  His stiff hoops under his dress rocked back and forth as he walked.  He held a crook.



A local newspaper photographer turned up looking for a publicity photo.  Since Kevin was the only one in costume dozens of photos were taken of him as Bo Peep with assurances to the director of the play that it would get front page coverage.



Saturday night was the big night.  The school hall was packed.  Kevin didn’t realise how high the stage was until he saw the row of smiling faces in the front row looking up his hooped dress at the frills that continued up his pantaloons.



At the after-play party his feet were aching because of the heeled shoes he had to wear.  When a seat became free he rushed to sit down.  When he did so the hoop of his dress pushed right up at the front giving a full view of his pantaloons.  So he just had to stand.

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Tanya Grey had a photo of her at her granny’s.  She was a toddler.  Her granny had given her a present of an outrageously frilly dress when she was even smaller and had hardly ever seen it on her so her mother had insisted on her wearing it for the visit.  It was so short on her that her nappy could be seen and she had been a little old to be still in nappies.



Kevin’s mother insisted that he had to wear a nappy to get the full effect.  He was more mortified than ever as she pinned him into a cloth nappy.  She pulled plastic pants up over it.  Once again she’d had a perfect replica outfit made for him.



He was buttoned into the pink dress that flared at breast level over layers of petticoats.  The sleeves were puffed out and the dress had a Peter Pan collar.  There were matching panties but first pink wool knit tights were pulled up over his nappy and then the frilly panties.



Pink fleece booties were tied on his feet and a pink bonnet was placed on his head and tied under his chin.  His mother pinned a large pink soother to the collar of his dress and let it dangle on his chest.  Then she pulled mittens onto his hands and he was ready to go.



She lifted him into the car since he couldn’t walk in the dirt in his booties.  He sat in the back of the car feeling miserable.  He looked down at the soother.  Tanya had been suc-king on it in the photo so he knew they would make him.



His Granny was delighted as he waddled in the door.  She’d never made such a fuss of him before.  He was immediately treated to soda and cakes.  His mother insisted on tying a bib around his neck much to everyone’s amusement but his mittens were removed so he could pick up the food and drink.



The photo was taken.  Kevin had to suc-k on the soother.   He had seen in the hall mirror that his nappy was clearly visible under the frilly panties and tights.



But his mother showed no signs of wanting to go home.  He was stuck there in the toddler dress and nappy.  Inevitably after all that soda, he soon felt the urge.  He wasn’t sure if he would be able to remove the nappy and replace it without help.



“I need to go to the toilet Mummy”, he informed her.  â€śThat’s fine, go ahead” she replied smiling.  He wasn’t sure what to do but stood and headed towards the bathroom.  â€śWhere are you going?” she asked.  He turned to her.  â€śTo the bathroom.”  â€śDon’t be silly dear.  You can go in your nappy”, she told him.  His jaw dropped.



“No way!” he declared.  â€śYes, way”, his mother responded.  â€śI have a clean nappy and plastic pants in the bag over there.  So you’re fine.”  Kevin was flabbergasted.  â€śThere’s no way I’m going in a nappy” he insisted and pulled up his dress to get underneath.



His mother and granny grabbed his wrists and pulled the mittens back onto his hands.  This time they squeezed the elasticated wrist band and he felt something tightening with little clicks.  He tried to pull off a mitten by pinning it under his arm but it wouldn’t budge.  He pulled at the end with his teeth but it was held firm at the wrist.



The mittens were padded and he couldn’t use his fingers at all.  He was unable to get inside the elastic of his panties to take them off.   He reached up to try to undo his dress at the back but that was pointless as well.  All he did was give everybody a great view of his full frilly panties.



He was panicking now as he was bursting to go.  The women carried on talking and there was clearly no argument.  He sat there desperately trying to avoid wetting his nappy but the inevitable happened and he felt the warm pee spread around his bottom.



Tears ran down his cheeks and his mother knew what had happened.  She pushed the soother into his mouth.  â€śThere, there.”  He tried to spit it out but she held it there firmly.  â€śKeep that in if you want your nappy changed honey.”



So he lay back on a towel, suc-king on a soother while his mother and granny removed his soggy nappy, washed and powdered his nether regions, put him in a clean nappy and plastic pants, pulled up his tights and frilly panties again.



He sat there glumly suc-king on his soother for the rest of the visit.  He was so relieved to get out of the nappy at home.

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Of course, many of the girls had similar experiences of embarrassing toddler or baby outfits.  A week later Kevin was in a three tiered lilac baby dress with matching panties and bonnet.  Once again his dress did little to cover the fact that he was wearing a cloth nappy.

In the photo, Millie Finch was sitting in a high chair.  So as well as having his large baby dress made, his mother had a large high chair crafted for him.  Kevin was strapped into the chair and the tray locked in position in front of him.  His feet in their booties dangled in mid air.

Millie’s face was covered in dribbles of milk and spots of rusks in the photo.  Kevin’s Mum tied a bib around his neck and pushed the teat of a large baby bottle into his mouth.  Kevin suc-ked away.  It took ages.  Every now and again his mother would whip the teat out of his mouth causing a little splash of milk on his cheeks.  The second time she took the bottle out, he burped and they all laughed.

Then she spoon-fed him a bowl of rusks.  She did so hurriedly so that little bits would get rubbed off on his face.  When he finished his bowl, she looked at her watch.  “Where is that photographer?”  The phone rang and he gave his apologies - he couldn’t get there until lunchtime.

Kevin was freed from his high-chair but had to stay in his baby dress and nappy for the morning.  He wet his nappy just before noon and his mum changed him into a clean one.

He was fed another bottle and bowlful at lunchtime.  The photographer showed up but this time there was no sign of Millie.  Kevin wet himself again within the hour and was strapped into the high chair with his face covered in cold food and his nappy soggy when the cameraman finally snapped him.

When the others left, his mother changed his nappy again.  He protested when she went to put another nappy on him.  The set-up for the photo was surely finished.

His mother pushed his soother into his mouth.  “We have another baby dress for you to wear tomorrow so you might as well stay in nappies.”  “Mmmpppggggghhhhh!” he complained.  But with his hands in mittens there was nothing he could do.  He was bottle and spoon fed again later and had a couple more nappy changes before bed.  He had to get up in the middle of the night and wake his mother for another change.

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The following morning he was strapped into his high chair following his morning rusks when a delivery arrived.  A flat-pack was placed in the middle of the floor.  His mother and Cindy Barlow started to assemble a large cot.  Kevin watched as the two barred sides and the end panels were screwed together.  The base was put in and a mattress.



Eventually a pink nightie was put on him and a thin white lace bonnet.  His mother helped him climb into his cot.  Cindy tittered at the sight of his bulky nappy when he leaned over.  The side bars were raised into place with a click.



Photos were taken of Kevin clutching the bars of his cot and looking miserable in his pink nightie with the plastic pants of his nappy and the floral pattern of his nappy clearly visible below.



The others went into the kitchen for a cup of tea when they were done.  Kevin was unhappy about being left in the cot.  He looked for the catch on the side bars.  It wasn’t that complicated but with his hands in mittens it was impossible for him to open it.  He shook the bars to test them but they held firm.  He sat down in the cot and sighed.



Half an hour later he wet his nappy.  He no longer tried to hold out as there was no point.  He called his mum.  â€śYes dear?”  â€śI need you.”  â€śWhat for dear?”  He sighed heavily.  â€śI’m wet.”  There was sniggering from the kitchen.  â€śI’ll change you once they’re gone honey.”  They were in no hurry.



Once again he was put into a clean nappy and there was no sign of an end to this.  He presumed that she had yet another baby dress for him tomorrow.  When he went to protest his mum pushed the soother into his mouth and he thought the better of it.



In the afternoon she insisted that he needed a nap and she needed some time to herself.  She put him in the cot.  He looked crossly at her – not needing any nap.  She left the room and returned holding a little webcam trailing a line to the computer in her study.  She clipped the webcam at the end of his cot and pointed it down towards him.



She placed a cuddly doll under his arm and told him to lie down.  â€śNow I’ll be watching from the room next door so you be a good baby and nap.”  Kevin lay there unhappily clutching the doll and suc-king on his soother.  There was no clock and it felt like four hours before she returned but it turned out only to be about two.



He was now into a regular round of bottles, spoon-fed meals and nappy changes.  His mum gave him a bottle at eight and made him get into the cot.  She handed him his dolly, pushed his soother in.  She checked the webcam.  There was a baby monitor on the sideboard and she switched it on.  â€śNow you just holler if you wet your nappy.  Otherwise I’ll see you in the morning.”



She pressed play on a tape recorder and nursery songs started up.  She left the door ajar as she left.  Kevin lay there clutching his dolly disgusted at being put to bed so early.  He wasn’t the least bit tired.  Surprisingly he did doze off but woke regularly during the night.  He had no idea of the time and looked warily at the webcam each time.  He made sure he was still clutching his dolly and suc-king on his soother and lay down again.



Eventually he woke with a painful bladder.  He wet his nappy and called out.  His mum came in her night gown.  He was changed and put down again for the rest of the night.