Forced Into Frillies and Frocks by Johnathan

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By request, I found this in a copy of our old Top Ten page we used to have on Asiaco. The page is dated 1999, but because Top tens are rated by votes or by hits, the story is probably older than that.

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Forced Into Frillies and Frocks by Johnathan

I stood in the center of the room, close to tears, as my two step  sisters
howled at my appearance. I pressed my bare legs together as Lesley, the 
eldest of the two girls, she was fifteen, one year younger than me, and her 
sister Caroline, she was fourteen, fussed with the little girl outfit I was 
wearing. Yesterday I had finished school, all my exams taken, I was no
longer  required to attend. My step-mother immediately informed me of her
plans to reduce my  status to that of a six year old, and she had said sneering,

I was now going to  be dressed as a girl, all my boys clothes were to go to
Oxfam, from now on,  I would only have frocks and frilly knickers to wear.

I had listened in  disbelief as she explained my new role, thinking she was
having a joke or something to  scare me so I that I didn't get ideas above my
station now that I had left  school. But this morning mother had woken me,
dragged me into her bedroom and took great delight in putting me into a puff
sleeved little girls frock, frilly  petticoats underneath and a pair of frilly
drawers that the dress and petticoats  failed to hide they were so short. A pair
of ankle socks and strap over shoes completed  my ridiculous outfit.

During the last year, mother had allowed me to grow  my hair long, obvious in
preperation for this day. She now combed my hair into  two bunches and tied
two ribbons in bows at either side of my head. She  pulled me over to a long
mirror and I gasped at my reflection, I looked like a  little girl, except for my
size. " It's a good job you take after your father" she said  refering to my
slight build and lack of height, I was only 4 ft 6" tall. She then  dragged me
downstairs  to show me off to her daughters, Lesley and Caroline. Lesley 
fussed with my puff sleeves, Caroline lifted my skirts to laugh at my frillies. 

Mother enjoyed watching them humiliate me with their cruel comments of
"Isn't  he so pretty, doesn't he look so sweet in frillies, dresses really do suit
you  Johnathan". "From now on Johnathan is to be treat like a six year old
little girl"  mother informed them "as you are both much older than that, you
have complete authority over him, now that he is your little sister". They
laughed at  my crest fallen face.

Mother looked sternly at me "You will do exactly as your  told now that you are only six" she said "do you  understand?" "Yes mother" I said in  almost a whisper. "Little girls say mummy" giggled Lesley. 'Yes mummy" I  corrected myself. "I can't wait to
tell all my friends" laughed Caroline as she  put on her school blazer "I'm
sure they'll all want to see my new little sister".  "And mine" chimed Lesley,
"and I'll make sure all the boys in his old class know  about him, and the
girls too, especially Elizabeth".

A wave of deep humiliation  surged through
me, Elizabeth was my girl friend, surely they wouldn't show me  off to her
like this. Lesley looked into my eyes with an evil grin on her face, "I  wonder
what she will say now that her once proud boy friend is now just a simpering 
six year old little girl" she mocked. "Oh yes tell Elizabeth first' Caroline was 
dancing with glee, mother approved entirely with their ideas "Perhaps
Elizabeth would  like to come to tea tonight after school" mother suggested,
she turned to me  "You would like your big sister to invite Elizabeth for tea,
wouldn't you  Johnathan?" I felt physically sick "Yes mummy" I croaked. It
was time for the girls to  leave for school,

I had to stand with my arms behind
my back, feet together while  they kissed their little sister on the forehead and
promised to see me at  tea-time with my girlfriend Elizabeth.

Part 2

When they had gone mother put on her coat and helped me into a very
childish smocked coat in my size, she picked up her handbag, took my  hand
and made for the front door. She could feel my resistance to going outside 
the house dressed in such a ridiculous fashion. "Its no use pulling back 
Johnathan, you are in dresses for the rest of your life you, had better get used
to going  outside in them" she sneered dragging me into the drive and locking
the front door. 

The soft summer breeze lifted the hems of my skirts and I
tried to hold them  down. Mother commented on how girlish I looked and
how quickly I had learned to act  like a little girl as I tried to stop the wind
exposing my frilly knickers. I  was put into a childs safety seat in the back of
the car, mother had obviously prepared  very well for my return to childhood,
Just as we were pulling out of the drive a  large van pulled up, it had
"PATTERSONS NURSERY SPECIALISTS" written on the sides in bold
letters.

Mother stopped the car and had a few words with the two  men in the
van, gave them the front door key with instructions on where to  leave it if
she wasn't back before they left, and returned to the car, smiling wickedly  at
me as we drove off. As the car went through town I tried to hide as much as 
possible but the safety seat straps allowed for little movement, and because I
was  higher than normal, I could easily be seen by any one that cared to look.

Eventually  we arrived at our destination, The Studio, a health and beauty
clinic for  assertive women like my step-mother.The building was quite
modern having only been erected two years ago, it was quite a large
establisment having three  stories and spread over a large area. The huge car
park was already full and mother  pulled into a space with her name on and
got out, once again she sensed my  reluctance to leave the sanctuary of the
car, but she shot me a look that told me  that she would stand no nonsense, it
made me shudder in fear, so I climbed out of  the childs seat giving a lovely
display of my frillied bottom.

The two big  glass doors that was the entrance
to the studio slid open automatically as we  approached, I was led by the hand
into the thickly carpeted, well appointed reception  area. A beautiful young
woman sat at a reception desk and stood up as we walked  in. I guessed she
was around 25 years old, she had long black hair, her  make-up was
immaculately applied accentuating her good looks, she was tall in her  white
high heeled shoes, and wore a sheer white silk, low cut blouse that showed 
off her ample bossom and lacy bra, and a short white skirt.

On her blouse
was an identity badge, her name, Barbara, written on it. "Mrs Johnson, how 
lovely to see you again" she smiled walking over to greet us. "Good morning
Barbara"  mother said formely. "This must be Johnathan your darling six
year old daughter  that I've heared so much about" Barbara grinned enjoying
my discomfort at being  seen in such ridiculous clothes by a complete
stranger. I felt my face burn  scarlet as I fiddled with the hems of my short
skirting, I did not know what to do  with my hands, I was used to wearing
trousers and jeans with pockets, not  dresses.

They both laughed at the
absurdity of me being introduced as a little girl,  but having a boys name. "A
pretty little girl like you should have a pretty name to  match your pretty
outfit" giggled Barbara as she fussed with my puff sleeves, why  do women
do that I thought, feeling absolutely wretched at her attention. "Oh  well, I
was going to let him have a girls name, but when I told him he was going to 
be put into frocks he kicked up such a fuss, he kept on insisting that he was a
boy,  so he can keep his boys name if it makes him happy" mother told the
laughing  woman. "Why don't you go along to your relaxation session Mrs
Johnson, Domonic  is all ready for you. I'll take care of this sweet boy-girl"
Barbara said.  "Thank-you Barbara" mother smiled giving my hand toher
"you have my permission to  punish him in any way you see fit if he shows
the slightest signs of rebellion  or if he throws one of his childish tantrums".
"Don't worry we will" the woman  laughed as mother turned and left me.

Barbara walked me over to her desk and  pressed a button, from a corridor,
in the opposite direction, two women  approached. These two were about the
same age as Barbara, both very good looking, and  dressed in exactly the
same style as Barbara. They both wore identity badges, the  one with long
blonde hair was called Pauline, the other had her mousey coloured  hair in a
short modern style, her name was Joanna.

They both had huge grins on  thier
faces, "Well who is this pretty little girl?" Pauline asked looking  deeply into
my eyes as I felt myself close to tears. "This is Johnathan, Mrs Johnsons  six
year old daughter" Barbara introduced me. "Johnathan!!" Joanna said in
mock exclamation "but that's a boys name, surely your not a boy?" She
looked  at me. "No miss........er..I mean....yes miss.......er..." I burst into
tears.  "Oh dear we have a cry-baby on our hands" Pauline laughed "don't
worry Johnathan, we  won't take away your pretty clothes, if you want to be
a little girl that's  allright by us, in fact we are here to help" I heaved big sobs
as the tears trickled down my  cheeks, Barbara produced a big pink babies
dummy from a drawer in her desk and pushed the teat into my quiverring
lips. I wanted to eject it, but  somehow found suc-king on the dummy
comforting, and I also remembered mothers warning regarding complete
compliance.

Joanna took my right hand and Pauline my  left "Off we go'"
Pauline sang in the tone that women used when trying to  amuse a small
child, and when I caught our reflection in the glass entrance  doors, that is
exactly what I looked like, an infant suc-king on a dummy holding the  hands
of two adults, I felt so humiliated. "Your mother has brought you to a very 
special place" Pauline talked as we made our way deep into the building,
"Joanna and I  are especially trained in turning boys like you into pretty little
angels  for thier mummies to show off to all her friends, isn't that right,
Joanna". "It  sure is" Joanna said "when you leave here today Johnathan, you
will look like a  little girl, you will talk like a little girl, and do you know the
best thing about  your treatment Johnathan", I shook my head.  "Every thing
we do today will be permanent  and completely irriversible' she laughed
loudly.

I was pushed into an open  door way, Joanna locked it once we were
inside. "This is where your transformation  begins Johnathan" Pauline
said.The room had a shower base at one side with a  flexible shower head, a
set of hand-cuffs dangled ominously from the ceiling  above the shower base.
At the other side was a wash basin in front of what looked  like a hair-
dressers chair, two steel trolleys were stood next to a big metal  cupboard.

There was not a window in the room, or any mirrors. "Now lets get you
undressed" Joanna said. "I can undress myself" I stated but the dummy 
reduced my speech to almost baby talk, even I couldn't tell what I said.
"Little  girls are not capable of undressing themselves" Joanna snapped
slapping my hands as I fumbled with my clothes, "little girls need  adults to
supervise and do  every thing for them, don't they Johnathan". "Yes" I
whispered. "Yes miss Joanna"  she corrected. "Yes miss Joanna" I mumbled.

My clothes were soon removed and  I stood naked before them, covering my
privates with my hands. Pauline  folded my clothes carefully 'I'll get these to
to your mother, your going to be  wearing much prettier clothes than these
when you go home this afternoon" she said  "you'll absolutely adore them
Johnathan, its the frilliest, prettyest outfit  you've ever seen, but you do want
to look your best for Elizabeth, don't you?"

An  extreme wave of humiliation
went through me at the mention of my girlfriends  name and the thought of
her seeing me in girls clothes. "Oh you have a girlfriend  Johnathan" Joanna
said as she led me over to the shower tray, "we had better make  sure you
look extra pretty for her hadn't we. Hands up Johnathan"

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Part 3

 I raised my hands and the tips of my fingers touched the cold  steel
hand-cuffs. "On your toes little girl" Joanna shouted, slapping my bare 
bottom. I squealed in pain but did as I was told, Joanna stood on the edge of
the  shower basin, reached up and closed the hand-cuffs around my out-
stretched  wrists.

I was now firmly secured to the ceiling my toes barely
touching the tiled  shower base. "It hurts" I whined as the cuffs dug into my
skin. "Shut up you  whimp" Joanna snapped "it's the price you'll have to pay
for wanting to wear  little dresses and act like a little girl". "But I don't......."
I started to say as  Joanna pushed in a huge dummy which had pink ribbons
attached and she tied these at the  back of my head effectively gagging me. "I
don't know Johnathan, your a sixteen  year old boy for goodness sake. You
should be out  playing football and going to  clubs, enjoying yourself, not
prancing about in pretty frocks and playing with  dollies.

Whatever are your
friends going to say when they see you in your  frillies and what about
Elizabeth have you told her you want to be a little girl,  she's bound to be
shocked, I wouldn't be surprised if she dumped you, and you will not  be
able to pick up another girlfriend once you are in frocks and frilly  knickers,
have you thought about that, Johnathan".

I burst into tears, but they just 
laughed. "It's a free country, Joanna" Pauline joined in "if Johnathan wants
to be a  little girl, who are we to stop him, one thing is for sure though, when
he leaves here  today, he will never be able to be a boy again" My tears
gushed from my eyes as  they donned plastic aprons and gloves with rough
sponges on the palms,  Pauline turned on the water to the shower head and
they proceeded to scrub me  with heavily scented soap. The sponges seemed
to remove my layers of skin and  I was whimpering by the time they had
finished, my body was that sore. 

Joanna removed her sponged gloves, put
on a pair of clear plastic ones, took a  big tub of white cream from the
cupboard and with a wooden spatula started applying  the acrid smelling
cream to my legs. She carefully worked around my groin  and privates, up
my waist, my trunk, under my arms in fact every inch of  bare skin was
covered thickly with the cream, which was starting to sting my  already sore
skin. "Close your eyes Johnathan" she instructed "this stuff will blind  you if
you get it in them".

I shut my eyelids tightly and Joanna finished her task. 
"We are going for a cup of tea now Johnathan, so don't go away" Pauline
laughed,  I heared the door unlock, open, close and lock again, I was alone. I 
strained against the cuffs to try and break free, it was hopeless, I hung there 
afraid to open my eyes in case the cream blinded me, my whole body on fire,
my  legs gripped with cramp from being on my toes and feeling very sorry
for  myself.

Part 4

It seemed ages before I heared the door being onlocked and  opened.
"Still here Johnathan" I heared Pauline giggle. It was such a relief when they 
rinsed the stinging cream off me, I was able to open my eyes and looked
down in  horror to see all my body hair disappearing down the drain, my skin
had a pink  glow to it. "That cream is the most powerful hair-removing cream
ever produced"  Joanna informed me as she rinsed the basin with the shower
head, "it kills any  hair folicles it comes into contact with and hair will never
grow on any area  that the cream has touched.

Unfortunately there is a side
effect, it leaves the  skin a pretty pink colour, that is why it was banned" she
carried on speaking as she  picked up a large fluffy towel and proceeded to
dry me. "But we think little girls  like you look so pretty with glowing pink
skin, and the effects are permanent" she  giggled. Joanna had a huge powder
puff in one hand and she dusted me from head to  foot with the perfumed
powder she had in her other.

Pauline put on some more  clear plastic gloves
and I whimpered because I thought they were going to put  that awful cream
on me again. This time, however, she picked up a tube and proceeded to
squirt the clear chemical smelling paste on my flacid  pen-is. "Tell me
Johnathan" Joanna whispered in my ear as Pauline worked her way all 
around my manhood, "have you ever had sex with Elizabeth".

I shook my
head as I  was still gagged by the dummy. "Have you ever had sex with any
girl" she  whispered sounding concerned, again I shook my head. "Oh dear
what a shame" she laughed because now your a little girl you will never be
allowed to use  your little thing for anything other than doing your wee-
wee's". "All little girls  are virgins Joanna" Pauline said "he will be no
different". Pauline was now rolling  something very carefully up my pen-is, it
looked like a small condom with a small  rubber tube at the end which was
shaped like the letter U.

Pauline continued to  apply the clear paste around my
scrotum, under my crutch and the now hairless area  above my pen-is. Joanna
then handed her the strangest looking thing, it looked  like a lump of dead
skin. It was in fact latex and as Joanna onfolded it I  could see it had what
looked like a girls vagina in the centre. Pauline took it from her  and very
carefully pressed the thin latex to my skin above my condomed pen-is. She 
held it there for a few minutes, then she attempted to pull it off, I tried to 
scream as it felt like she was going to pull my skin off.

Satisfied it was well
stuck, she  inserted the rubber tube from the condom into a hole in the latex.
She carefully  examined it to ensure it was correctly fitted, she came behind
me and I felt her  reaching through my legs. I gasped in pain as she viciously
pulled the latex through  forcing my pen-is and balls between my legs and into
my crutch. Her hand cupped  under my legs pushing my privates tightly into
my body. I closed my eyes, I  thought I was going to faint and wondered
when she was going to let go, then I  realised that she had, as she came to the
front to admire her handiwork, but the  pressure on my privates remained the
same. "Now that looks so much better" Pauline  laughed as I looked down at
the begining of my false female sex, "no more dangly  bits to spoil the look
of your pretty panties Johnathan".

Tears of pain and  humiliation ran down
my cheeks as I shook my head. "Oh stop crying Johnathan" Joanna snapped
"you should think yourself lucky you've only got a latex girls  sex. Only the
other day we had a boy in here your age whose mummy had made him  have
an operation, she had his privates surgically removed and a real vagina  put in
its place".

She saw the look of disbelief in my eyes. "Its true Johnathan"  she
came closer "and I saw your mummy talking to that boys mummy and she
wrote  down the address of the special clinic where she had it done. So I
would be a  good little boy-girl if you don't want to lose your jewels if I was
you" she warned  with a grin on her face.

Part 5

 At last I was released from the hand-cuffs, my wrists were red  raw from
the metal biting in, it was such a relief but I could hardly walk, my legs 
numb with cramp, and my privates painfully tucked away. Joanna helped me
over to  the hair-dressing chair and sat me down. I got a better look at the
latex  prosthetic they had glued onto me, it was amazing how realistic it
actually looked. 

The latex was skin coloured and I could not tell where my
skin ended and the latex  started. Joanna slid her finger in the latex crevasse
"You're a proper girl now,  Johnathan" she sneered "have you ever done this
to your girl-friend" she giggled  evily as her finger probed the small hole,
"did you ever wonder what it was like when  you did this to Elizabeth" her
sharp finger nail was now pushing against the tip  of my trapped pen-is and I
squealed in pain as she continued to probe, "Now you  know just how
helpless a little girl you really are" she laughed.

I was  pushed further back in
the chair, Pauline pushed a pink puff sleeved smock over my head  and
pulled my arms through, it fastened at the back with ribbon ties, it was  very
short and for all the world looked just like a baby frock. A wide leather  strap
was fastened around my bare waist, further straps at my ankles and wrists 
ensured I was once again at thier mercy. The chair was on a swivel, it could
be  turned through 360 degrees, it could be tipped forward or backward and
raised  or lowered as the women wanted. Joanna fitted a pink plastic cape on
my  shoulders, turned the chair and tilted it back so my hair hung in the wash
basin. 

She began shampooing and conditioning my hair, rinsing it with the
flexible shower  head that was fixed to the taps, Pauline prepared a hair dye
paste. "You are such  a lucky little girl to be pampered like this Johnathan",
Joanna said as she  applied the hair dye to my wet hair, "your mummy must
really love you". I suc-ked sullenly  on my dummy gag thinking that the only
love my mother had for me was the love  of humiliating me in front of her
daughters. I cursed the woman and her  daughters. "There all done" Joanna
said removing her messy plastic gloves, "you'll  have a lovely pinky-blonde
head of hair when I wash it off".

As they waited for  the dye to take effect
Joanna manicured my finger nails then painted them bright  red, Pauline did
the same to my toes. Joanna rinsed the dye from my hair then  roughly towel
dried it, she put the chair upright and turned it around, Pauline  wheeled one
of the trolleys over, it was full of hair-dressing tools, scissors,  combs,
permanent wave solution and hundreds of long thin rollers.

Pauline combed
my damp  hair straight over my eyes, she took a pair of sharp scissors and
carefully  cut along my eye-line from one ear to the other, "All little girls have
deep  fringes, you will be no exception Johnathan" she said. She trimmed the
damaged ends of the  rest of my hair then proceeded to apply the strong
smelling perm lotion and put  my hair into the rollers. It took ages, but
eventually she had finished,  covering my tightly rollered head with a pink
hair-net. "It's time for din-dins Johnathan"  Pauline announced satisfied my
rollers were secure, and releasing me from the  chair, "we're far from
finished, but we are getting there" she smiled taking a  veluminous pair of
pink, frilly drawers from Joanna.

She held them open for me to  step into and
I saw the thick terry towelling lining that made them so bulky, they  were
toddlers training panties, in my size. Pauline pulled them up my smooth 
hairless legs, over my bottom and snapped the elasticated waist against my
body flambouyantly. I found I had to stand bow-legged because of the bulky 
towelling and my trapped manhood. A pair of pink fluffy socks with ribbons
through  the top were put on my feet and tied at the ankle in a bow. "Handy-
pandys in  here Johnathan"

Joanna ordered offering a fluffy pink mitten to
my hand. I  pushed it in and Joanna quickly tied the ribbon at the wrist in a
double knot and  then a bow. I realised too late that the mitten had a stiff
leather insert and my hand  was quite useless, Joanna already had the other
mitten tied securely at my wrist. 

Joanna pulled a pink babies bonnet on my
head, making sure it covered the  hair-net and adjusted the wide Bo-Peep
style brim, then tied it under my chin in a  big bow, "We don't want the other
children laughing at your hair-net do we  Johnathan" she smiled looking into
my eyes and seeing my reaction at the mention of  "other children". "Yes
Johnathan, we have a creche here so that the ladies can  bring thier pre-school
children and babies while they relax or work out in the gymnasium". "Oh
god" I thought "I'm going to be seen like this" and her  false concern about
me being laughed at because I was wearing a hair-net was  an insult, how
could they not laugh at me dressed like a baby.

I heared  little bells ringing as
Pauline approached with a set of pink leather baby reins  which she
proceeded to buckle on me at my back and shoulders. Two smaller straps 
hung either side from the reins, my bemittened hands were put next to them 
and Pauline buckled my wrists tightly to my sides. She fixed on the pink 
leading rein and instructed me to follow Joanna as she walked out of the
room, I felt  the tug of baby reins as she controlled the pace of my walk, I felt
so humiliated  being led on reins like this.

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Part 6

We walked down the carpeted corridor, turned and before us were  two
doors with small windows in them. I could hear the sound of young  children
as Joanna opened the swing door, my legs turned to jelly. There were three 
tables in the room, two of them were very low, and sat round these on small
chairs  were twelve little boys and girls, aged from three to six years old,
white  smocks over their clothes, plastic plates, knifes and forks before them.

The other  table was of normal height around this were five high-chairs,
occupied by babies with  bibs on. Two women in studio uniforms were
attending to the older children, three  others to the babies. The room fell silent
for a second as we walked in, even  the babies seemed to stop gurgling at the
sight before them, then it exploded into  the hilarious laughter of children and
adults alike, pointing at me. Joanna  clapped her hands to try to get a little
order from the jeering crowd, "Children  this is Johnathan, he will be joining
you for lunch today".

Another howl of  laughter greeted the announcement of
my name, "It's a boy in a dress" I heared  one girl shout "He's a baby girl"
another joined in, I wished the ground would  open up and swallow me, I
could only look down, eyes lowered in shame. One of the attendants took my
reins from Pauline "You'd better sit with the babies"  she laughed "you don't
look old enough to be with the big girls and boys". 

Another burst of laughter
rang around the room as a big high chair was produced,  the tray removed,
and I was made to climb in. The tray was refitted trapping me  in the infant
chair and a big bib tied behind my neck. Joanna and Pauline could  see I was
in capable hands, they waved and left the room. I hated those two  women,
but strangely enough, I wished I was leaving with them instead of  sitting in a
babies high-chair surrounded by laughing children. The room settled down
somewhat as the food was brought in, the children were allowed to eat  theirs
themselves, but the babies had to be spoon fed, and that included me.

My  dummy gag was removed, my jaws ached because of the size of the teat,  and
a huge bowl of pasty looking baby food put on the tray. "Pureed liver and 
carrots, babies favourite" the young attendant feeding me giggled, she
shovelled  a large plastic spoonful in to my protesting mouth. It tasted
absolutely  revolting and I was not interested in having another spoonful of
the foul mush.

The woman  would have none of it, she grabbed my nose as I
shook my head and as I opened  my mouth to breath another load went in. It
was hopeless, my writhings only  served to smear the food all around my
face, she continued my force feeding  until it was all gone. A huge bowl of
dark brown paste was put on the tray next,  "Woverly chocky pud-pud" the
woman spoke in baby talk to me. It was so sweet, I  hated sweet things, but
had to eat every last spoonful. Finally a huge babies  bottle with a was put on
the tray.

The large nipple was forced into my mouth and I  wretched at the
sickly sweet milk as I was forced to swallow every last drop. At  last it was
over, I felt absolutely bloated and humiliated beyond belief, the  attendant did
not wipe the mess that was caked on my face, she admonished me for being
the messyest baby there, and could not see me ever growing up to be a big 
girl. "Story-time children" a womans voice rang out, the children cheered, 
stood up, all held hands and were led out by the woman.

The babies were  carefully  lifted out of thier high-chairs and taken after them, I was released by my attendant  and led into the story room. All the children were sat in a semi-circle facing  an empty chair with a book on it. The babies were put in
cots that lined one wall for  their lunch time naps. I was led over to a big
wooden play-pen and told to get in  and sit on the floor, my reins were fixed
to the bars so I couldn't stand up and my  dummy put back in place. "You
play with your baby toys while the big boys and  girls have their story
babykins" she laughed.

Sullenly I sat on the floor looking  through the bars
of my infantile prison listening to "Goldilocks and the Three  Bears", absent
mindedly playing with some wooden alphabet bricks. I did not think I  would
ever be glad to see Pauline and Joanna again but I was so pleased to be taken 
out of that room full of laughing children, who after their story were allowed 
to stand at the play-pen bars singing "Baby Baby Bunting" and point at  the
big baby  in his wooden cage.

Part 7

"Oh Johnathan, what a mess you are in" Joanna laughed as I was 
released from the reins, strapped in the hairdressing chair and my dummy
taken  out. The baby bonnet was taken off my head, but the booties, mittens
and trainer  knickers stayed on. Joanna wiped my face clean with several
scented baby wipes  while Pauline brought over another trolley. She took a
surgical collar off the  tray and fitted it  tightly around my neck, I thought I
ws going to choke.

The  collar tilted my head back and prevented me from
moving it from side to side. Joanna  picked up what looked like a pen with an
electric lead on it, she pulled up a  stool, plugged the pen lead into a nearby
socket and switched it on. The pen buzzed  angrily into life, Joanna fitted a
sharp looking nib on it and dipped it in some dark  ink. I winced in pain as
she drew the pen slowly above my eyes where my brows  used to be, the pen
burnt, it felt like she was digging a needle into my  skin.

Joanna leant back and surveyed her work like an artist would do when painting a  picture, she seemed very pleased with what she saw, replaced the nib on the pen  and opened a bottle of bright red ink. "Open wide Johnathan" she ordered, 
holding my chin and digging the pen into my lips. I wanted to turn my head
away but  couldn't, I cried tears of pain and frustration, she constantly dipped
the nib  into the red ink, wiping away the excess as it ran down my chin.

She worked carefully and  slowly, I felt her draw the out line of my lips, then she
was finished, she  switched off her pen and stood up. "Brilliant, Johnathan,
absolutely brilliant" she  laughed, "this is the latest beauty innovation,
cosmetic tattooing. Unfortunately it is  impossible to reverse when it has been
done, even laser treatment will not remove it  from sensitive areas such as
eyes or lips, that's why it has never really  caught on. It gives a really pouty
look to the lips as well, but that will suit your  little girl status admirably".
She turned to Pauline "What do you think?". "He looks like a  doll" Pauline
laughed " he'll never need lipstick that is for sure".

Joanna  took a pair of strange looking pliers from the trolley, carefully inserted two long  black false eye-lashes in the curved jaws and ordered me to close my right eye. I  felt the metal of the pliers against my eye-lids, then my eye-lashes were trapped  as the pliers clicked together. "This takes a little while to work Johnathan,  the false eye-lashes weld themselves to your real ones" she informed me  "permanantly". She wiped tears from my cheeks, "You'll have eye-lashes
that any girl  would die for" she laughed "and because they are black you'll
never need to use  messy mascara".

She released the pliers. It was so strange to see these long  black lashes in front of my eye, they seemed to float up and down as I  blinked. She repeated the process with the left eye. They said I looked like a baby  deer as I fluttered my eyes for them. Pauline picked up another piece of cosmetic  torture equipment, an ear piercing gun. She held it against my ear-lobe and I  squealed as it punctured a little hole in my skin.

The other ear was pierced and  Joanna passed her a pair of twinkling ear-
studs. "These are real diamonds  Johnathan, they catch the light so every one
can see you've got them in, they also  have very special backs that can only
be removed with a special pair of pliers, so  I'm afraid they are in for good"
she giggled in my ear "but we know just how much  you little girls love
wearing jewelery".

Part 8

 "That's another job out of the way" Joanna laughed "now lets get  your
ringlets out of those rollers". The hair net was removed and they both  started
taking the rollers out, carefully unwinding my curls, I could feel the  ringlets
cascading around my head and brushing against my ears. Joanna took a  long
length of wide pink ribbon, threaded it under my ringlets at the back  and
brought the two ends together on top of my head, where I felt her tie it in a 
bow.

The hair-dressing trolley was pushed to one side and Pauline wheeled
another  over, this one had surgical equipment on it, such as syringes and
clear phials  of liquid. I was having grave misgivings about this stage of their
efforts to sissyfy  me when Joanna swabbed an area on my upper arm, filled
a needle from one of the  phials and injected it into me. "That should be
enough" she said when it was  three quarters gone "but we'd better make sure
it does its work", she pushed  the plunger to the end and all the liquid
disappeared.

Pauline picked up a  needle and filled it "Tongue out Johnathan"
she ordered, I yelped in pain as she  stuck it in the end of my tongue and
squeezed the contents into it, when she removed the needle I could feel the tip
of my tongue harden and I lost all feeling  in it. Joanna removed my collar,
Pauline swabbed around my neck with cotton wool then injected either side
of my adams apple. My whole neck seemed to freeze  and tighten up as the
needles were replaced on the tray and the trolley  pushed away.

My head was swimming and I suddenly felt the urge to releive my bladder.  "Pleath I need  the..............." I started to say, but my voice had changed, I  heared the
high pitched lisping of a little girl. I sounded like Shirley Temple.  The
injection in my neck had raised my voice many octaves and the injection in
my tongue  had left me with a really bad lisp. "What where you going to say
sweety?"  Joanna howled. It was too late I also found I could no longer hold
my bladder  and although I tried not to, I wet myself. I felt devastated here I
was a  grown boy wetting myself like a baby. "

I needed to go the the bathwoom" I squeaked  almost in a whisper so that I didn't have to hear my ridiculous voice. "Oh  dear, and I bet it's too late now isn't it Johnathan" Pauline said, "I bet you've wet  yourself, haven't you". They burst into
hysterical laughter as I nodded my head.  "I'm afraid, Johnathan, that just
like all very little girls, your control over your  bladder is very very weak, if
you do not get to your potty quick enough, you'll end up  with a very wet
pair of frilly knickers" Joanna informed me as she wiped a tear from  her
laughing face "and I don't think you will be wearing trainer panties so  every
one will see you do it.

You'll also find that you will need to wee-wee very 
often due to that injection in your arm, and I'm afraid the effects cannot be 
reversed, you are now just a little girl". I burst into a flood of tears again
much to  their amusment. "I think it's about time Johnathan saw exactly what
we have done to him"  Pauline said recovering from a fit of hysterics, "let's
take him to the  boutique, there are lots of mirrors there, then we can get him
dressed properly in his party  frock".

Joanna agreed and I heared the tiny bells of the reins ringing as she  buckled them on to me, I just sobbed dejectedly.

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Part 9

 Once again feelings of total submissiveness came over me as I  was
made to follow Joanna, Pauline tugging on my reins. We made our way back 
through the reception area, Barbara heared the sounds of the rein bells and
my  sobbing and stood as we passed. "Oh Johnathan is that really you" she
burst out  laughing as she inspected me "I hardly recognised you, you look
so pretty". She  patted my padded bottom as I was led away, we entered a
lift, Joanna pressed the  button for the third floor, the doors slid quietly shut
and up we went.

The  lift doors opened onto a huge room where women
were relaxing in loungers, reading  books drinking tea or just chatting to each
other, gentle soft music was being  piped into the room. I froze with fear as I
saw them, backing into the corner of  the lift to try to hide, I felt another gush
of warm fluid enter my trainer panties as I  wet myself again."Don't be shy,
Johnathan "the ladies will not hurt you", Pauline  giggled as she dragged me
out of the lift into the open.

The womens laughter rang  in my ears as we
passed them, my head bowed, my face crimson. At the end of  the room was
a double door with BOUTIQUE written above it, I was led in.  Another
spacious, well carpeted room spread out before us. There was racks of 
clothes in the centre of the room, one side had shelves full of underwear, 
night-wear and lingerie, another had rows and rows of shoes, and at the far
end were  the changing cubicles.

There were several ladies in there brousing
around,  three or four assistants in their studio uniforms attending to them. I
felt the  need to go to the toilet again, I grabbed my frillied, padded crutch "I
need the  toilet" I squeaked. "Little girls say I need a wee-wee" Pauline
sneered dragging me into the  boutique, "and they ask very politely for their
potties or they are lible to get  punished for being naughty" she warned. "I
AM NOT A WITTLE GIRL" I screamed, my girls voice making a nonsense
of that statement, "I AM A THIXTEEN YEAR OLD BOY. I WANT TO GO
TO THE BATHWOOM" I stamped my feet in utter frustration of being treat
like a small child.

The uniformed assistants  and the other ladies looked round
when they heared the commotion. "YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL"
Joanna shouted, slapping my bare legs, "YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN
NOT TO HAVE TANTRUMS LIKE A BABY" she hit me each time she said
a word, I tried to dance out of the way, but she held my reins tightly, 
keeping me in range of her swinging arm. "I'M A BOY, I'M A BOY, I'M A
BOY" I cried "I  AM NOT A WITTLE GIRL". Pauline dragged me over to a
full length mirror and  stood me in front of it, "Does that look like a boy" she
said calmly pointing  to my reflection.

My eyes widened in horror as I saw
myself for the first  time. The big ribbon bow perched on top of my pinky-
blonde, ringletted head, my thin  dark arched eye-brows, my thick, long,
fluttering, tear-stained black  eye-lashes, my deep red lips, pouting and
shaped in a perfect cupids-bow. The pink baby clothes, my hairless legs and
my booteed feet, allied to the high  pitched, lisping, Shirley Temple voice
made a mockery of my insistance of being a boy. 

There was not one shred of  evidence that the reflection I was looking at, was or  ever had been a male. "Can you see yourself, Johnathan" Joanna sneered, "do you  still think you are a boy." I burst into uncontrollable tears, stamping my  feet on the ground, making my reflection look even more like a little girl having a  terrible tantrum. "I've had just about enough of your insolence young lady"  Pauline snapped as I continued my insistance of being a boy, "It's time for you  to
learn that little girls should be seen and not heared. "We'll see if a good 
thrashing of your bottom wil learn you some manners" she started pulling me
towards  the door, "I'm sure these ladies do not want to hear your tantrum
while they  are shopping".

I was dragged, screaming, back through the room
full of  ladies, into the lift and into a small room. This one had a long table in
the centre  with wide leather straps down its length, two metal poles either
side and at one  end with what looked like stirrups hanging from them. I was
thrown, kicking, onto  the table face down, Joanna easily pinned me down as
Pauline fastened the straps  around my waist, arms and legs, I felt my frilly
trainer pants being roughly  pulled down to my knees, my wet bottom feeling
cold and exposed out of the warmth of  the towelling knickers.

Joanna handed Pauline a hard soled, black, gym  slipper, she held the other.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, the beating started, the room  filled with the
sound of the slippers hitting my bare bottom and my screams of  pain. The
spanking stopped just as suddenly as it started, Pauline coming  round to
look into my tear stained face. "Now, Johnathan are you a boy or are you  a
little girl?" she asked, I hesitated in giving her my reply and Joanna hit my 
bottom again "I'm a girl" I squeaked in a whisper. "Louder Johnathan, tell
me  you are a little girl"

Pauline sneered, WHACK, Joanna offered an
incentive for  me  to renounce my manhood. "I'M A WITTLE GIRL, I'M A
WITTLE GIRL" I screamed. "Have you ever been a boy Johnathan?" she
continued, WHACK, "NO I HAVE NEVER BEEN A BOY " I shouted
"I'VE ALWAYTH BEEN A WITTLE GIRL". "How old are you,
Johnathan" the torture continued, WHACK, "THIX YEARTH OLD" I
sobbed uncontrolably "I'M A THIX YEAR OLD WITTLE GIRL, PWEATH
THTOP". They threw the slippers to one side, loosened my restraints, 
turned me over and tightened the straps across my body and arms.

My feet were put  into the stirrups and fastened, my legs strapped to the poles.
Pauline  snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, dipped her fingers into a jar of
vaseline and  shoved them up my bottom. I squealed at this invasion of my
body, she continued to  thrust her fingers in and out. Joanna hooked a
bulging brown rubber bag to one of  the poles, the pregnant looking bag had
a tap then a long tube running from  it, Joanna lifted the end of the tube to my
eyes as she greased it with the  vaseline. I quailed at the size of the thick black
rubber nozzle, she just grinned  evily. "NO, NO NO" I screamed as she
inserted it into my rose-bud, it felt as though  I would be split in half.

She rammed it home not listening to my cries of  protestation. She then opened
the tap on the bag, and I felt the warm liquid flow into me.  It was a strange
sensation which soon grew uncomfortable as the bag emptied. I  was
writhing in agony as Joanna sqeezed every last drop from the now  whithered
bag. Pauline stood by with a white tampon, which she quickly inserted as 
Joanna removed the nozzle, Pauline held the tampon in place until it expanded
sufficiently to prevent me from expelling the warm liquid that was  causing
my discomfort.

She then pulled up my trainer panties and began releasing my 
legs. "Now, Johnathan, we are going back to the boutique, where you will
act  like the little girl you say you are, you will ask nicely for your potty, or
I'll  make you mess your pants in front of the ladies then dress you in baby
clothes and  send you home with a dirty bottom" she said. I was defeated.
"Yeth mith" I  sqeaked. They smiled at my contrite compliance. I was led
back to the boutique where a  crowd of ladies and assistants gathered around
me.

My stomach was aching and I  was getting severe cramps and I knew I
would not be able to stop the  pressure on the tampon from forcing it out.
"Pweath mith I need a potty" I whispered  with a burning face. "Speak up,
Johnathan, why do you need a potty?" Joanna  asked. I pressed my knees
together "Pweath mith I need to do a poo-poo" I lisped  "pweath can I have a
potty". One of the attendants laughing at me was much  younger than the rest
of the other women, she couldn't have been any older than me. 

She was pushed forward by a woman "This is Susan, she is our trainee, she deals 
with all the children in the boutique" she said to Joanna. I was turned to face 
her. "Pweath mith I need a poo-poo" I said sobbing. She laughed "I'll get the 
special potty for you". She carried over a huge plastic babies potty and placed 
it on the floor, in the centre of the crowd, she knelt down and started to pull 
down my frillies.

I looked at Pauline with pleading eyes for her to stop this 
girl the same age as me from pulling down my drawers and putting me on the
potty, Pauline  just grinned. "Pweath mith can't we go to a changing cubicle"
I said. The  girl continued her task "Little girls like you have no false modesty
where us  adults are concerned, you will have to get used to having your
knickers pulled down  in public if you cannot control your wee-wees and
poo-poos" she laughed  loudly as she saw my false sex .

She sat me down and I was forced to look up at  the laughing crowd, my smock up,
illiminating into the potty in front of  them. My humiliation was complete. It
took ages for me to expell all the liqid  into the potty, the crowd dispersed
leaving me to do my buisness in front of Joanna,  Pauline, and Susan. Susan
wiped my bottom with a scented baby wipe and took away  the potty full of
smelly liquid. "There's a clever girl" Joanna smiled,  Susan returned.
"Johnathan is having his girlfriend around for tea" Pauline told her "so  he
wants to look extra specially pretty for her". "I have his clothes all ready for 
him" Susan giggled, taking my hand and leading me over to a clothes rail.

I stood  there mortified as she undressed me leaving me naked in the middle of
the  shop. I saw my reflection in a mirror, and even without the ridiculous
baby clothes,  I still looked like girl, especially between my legs. She took a
set of  petticoats off a hanger, these were a creation in their own right, made
from layers of  rustling paper-silk, with fancy lace edging, it was similar to
the kind of  underskirts worn by ball-room dancers, only much shorter. It
rustled deafeningly as I held  my arms up and she dropped the masses of
frilly paper-silk skirting over my head. 

Susan tied something at the back of  my neck, she told me the petticoat had special  ribbon tapes that she had tied in a double knot, I would not be able to get the  petticoats off myself, I would have to ask an adult. The skirting swayed  disconcertedly aound my hips as she fussed the frills out, they were that short they  only just covered my bottom. The party frock came next, this was a fine pale pink  taffeta which again rustled loudly and had little pink hearts in a slightly  deeper pink printed all over it.

It had huge puff sleeves, a lacy collar in white  silk with lace edging, a wide pink silk sash just under the short bodice, and a very  full
skirt that sat daintily and contrasted with the white petticoats, which could 
clearly be seen under the full pink skirt. Susan buttoned it on me at the back
with tiny  heart shaped buttons and tied the silk sash in a huge bow. A pair of
ultra  frilly pink drawers were then pulled up my bare legs, the masses of lace
frills ran  along the seat of the knickers and there were lacy frills around the
leg openings  with long pink ribbons at either side, these brushed against my
legs as she pulled  them over my bottom and fitted them in place.

Susan knelt down and ordered me  to raise my right foot while she put a very frilly white ankle sock on it  followed by a pink T-bar shoe which she buckled in place.
The shoe was an exact  replica of the type of shoe a toddler which had just
learned to walk might wear. My  left foot was soon dressed exactly the same,
Susan stood up, fussed with my skirts  again, straightened my lacy collar,
puffed up my huge sleeves, adjusted my hair  ribbon slightly and patted any
disturbed ringlets back into place. "There  Johnathan" she giggled as she
pulled me over to a long miror "the prettiest, sweetest,  little girl I have ever
seen". I could have died, surely this simpering reflection of  little girlhood
was not me.

If anything I looked younger than six year old, a  toddler in fact,
dressed in her prettiest clothes waiting to be taken out by her  mummy to
Sunday school or party. I burst into tears yet again while the cruel  women
taunted me for being such a big sissy. "He's so happy he is crying" laughed 
Susan. "Be a good little girl and thank Aunty Susan for making you look so
pretty  Johnathan" Joanna said "and don't forget to curtsey".

I stepped forward took my  skirts in my trembling fingures and for the first time in my life I bobbed down in a  curtsey, "Fank you Aunty Thuthan for dwething me
in thuch a pwetty fwock" I  lisped. She kissed me condesendingly on the
forehead "It was my pleasure" she  giggled "tell your mummy to bring you
again, you've been such a good little girl".

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part 10

I was led back to the reception area. My skirts had a mind of  their
own as they bobbed and swayed as I walked, Pauline instructed me to take
tiny  little steps on my tip-toes and I found I could hardly keep up with her as
she  strode off. As we passed the relaxation room, the ladies all oohed and
aahed at the  pretty little girl trying so hard to keep up with her Aunties in her
pretty  frock, with her mincing little steps. Barbara went into raptures about
my appearence, I  had never been fussed over by as many women in my life
before, and I hated every  minute. I felt the need to go to the toilet again.

I pressed my knees together  and grabbed my frilly crutch, "Peath mith I need
to wee-wee" I squeaked "pweath may  I have a potty". This was the first time
I had spoken in front of Barbera she  howled "Oh my sweet darling little girl"
she laughed Aunty Barbara has a potty behind  her desk, "now don't go
wetting those pretty frillies will you" "No mith, pwaeath  huwwy mith" I
implored her dancing on the spot  feeling that I was going to wet  myself any
second. She put the potty down pulled down my knickers and lowered me 
onto the potty.

"He's gorgeous, there isn't a trace of maleness in him, he is  without
doubt the best you've ever done" Barbara congratulated her colleagues  while
looking down at me. It was so humiliating sat there listening to them  discuss
me, like  women do in front of children not able to understand what the 
adults are saying, I found it so difficult to hold my skirts up I looked down in 
shame, but only got a better look at my frilly ankle socks and baby shoes,
every where I  looked reminded of my little girl status. "Pweath mith I've
finithed" I said  tears filling my eyes again. I repremanded myself for crying
like a child but the tears  came so easy now I was a little girl.

Barbara dried my false sex with a small  tissue she had ready, pulled my knickers up and readjusted my skirts then gave me a  great big hug "Who's the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world" she  gushed. "Me mith" I lisped. "Elizabeth is
just going to adore you in your ribbons and  pretty party frock" she giggled
"isn't she Johnathan". A paroxysm of shame surged  through my body at the
mention of Elizabeth's name, the events of the day had  made me forget that
mother had invited her for tea.

The thought of her seeing me  like this filled
me with absolute dread, but there was nothing I could do about it  now I was
trapped in my dress and my appearence was unchangeable. I burst into  tears
"Yeth mith" I sobbed my reply to the laughing female. Mother was sent  for
and she too went into raptures about my appearence, she fussed with me just 
as Barbara had done, congratulating Pauline and Joanna on doing such an 
excellent job on her step-son.

She lifted my skirts to get a better look at my 
frillies and noticed how flat I was at the crutch, I shivered as her hand rubbed
my  latex sex through the flimsy material her eyes widening at the feel of a
female  sex. She pulled my frillies down "What a wonderful idea" she
howled. "He came in  here a sixteen year old boy in a dress" she observed "
that sixteen year old  boy has gone forever, he is a very pretty six year old
little girl". She pulled  my knickers back in place, "Look at the time
Johnathan" she said " your big sisters  will be home from scool soon, thank
the kind ladies for looking after you and  making you into such a pretty little
girl".

I lifted my skirts again and bobbed a  curtsey in front of Barbara "Fank
you mith for being tho kind to me and tuning me into a  pwetty wittle girl".
Barbara hugged me again "Anytime" she giggled, I curtseyed  for Pauline and
repeated my lisping speech, "It's been a pleasure" she  laughed. Joanna was
next , "That's alright Johnathan, but you be a good little  girl for your
mummy and your older sisters or Aunty Pauline and I will not be very 
pleased" she warned "Yeth mith Joanna" I shivered remembering the beating
they  had given me.

It had been the first time mother had heared me speak and her  mouth opened in amazement. "Have you taught him to talk like that?" she
asked incredulously. "No, that is his normal voice now, Johnathan will speak 
like Shirley Temple for the rest of his life" Pauline told her. "That is
absolutely  brilliant" mother said. "We thought you would be pleased Mrs
Johnson" Pauline smiled. "I  can't wait to show him off to the girls" mother
laughed as she buttoned her  coat in readiness to leave. "Have you booked me
in with Domonic for tomorrow Barbara?" she asked giving Pauline and
Joanna a twenty pound note each  to show her appreciation. "Yes, 9.30am
your usual time" Barbara confirmed  looking at her computor screen "and
Johnathan, will be going in the creche I  presume" she looked up at mother.
"Yes, it will do him good to be with children  his own age" mother laughed at
the look on my face.

I quailed at the thought of  spending the day with
taunting children and babies. "You WOULD like to spend the day  playing
with the other little boys and girls Johnathan" she sneered. "Yeth  mummy" I
lied. They all laughed as mother took my hand and made for the door. I burst 
into tears again.

Part 11

So there I was a sixteen year old boy turned into a caricature of 
simpering little girlhood, destined to spend the rest of my life in the frilliest 
of clothes under the strict control of my step-mother and her daughters. To be
shown off  to everyone whilst in skirts, to play with real six year old little
boys  and girls, to learn how to play their childish games.

They were determined to turn me into a  little girl, not only in looks, by the time they had finished with me I would act  like a little child naturally, it would be second
nature for me to actually want to  play with dolls and wear the prettiest of
clothes, by the time they had finished with me  I would truely be a little girl.
But first I had to endure being seen by my  sisters and my girlfriend
Elizabeth.

I felt so childlike as mother strapped me in the  baby car seat, I
needed something to comfort me, and wished I had brought one of the  big
dummies with me, without any hesitation, I raised my hand and put my 
thumb into my mouth, mother laughed as I suc-ked "I thought you would
have put up  more of a fight Johnathan" she said as she drove off "fancy
letting us turn you  into a little girl, I bet that is what you wanted all along".
Looking down at my  pretty frock and my frilly petticoats I wondered the
same thing myself.

Once home I was led into the house by mother, she took off her  coat
and hung it in the hall, "Let's go and see your new bedroom Johnathan" she 
said taking my hand again. We passed the room I usually slept in and 
continued to what used to be the spare bedroom. The door now had a little
sign on it  in pink "Johnathan's Room" it said. Mother opened the door "Oh
how lovely" she  said as she led me in.

The smell of a freshly decorated room
hit my nose as I  entered, the woodwork had been painted a pale pink, the
walls covered in pretty pink  nursery wall-paper, the deep piled carpet a
darker shade of pink to complement  the rest of the decor. It was
unmistakably a girls room. In the centre of the  room stood a large, pink
wooden cot, under the window, which had pink curtains with  nursery
characters printed on the fabric, stood a large rocking horse. Dolls and  teddy
bears sat on every flat surface, the window sill, the pink vanity table  and a
big rag doll lay under the covers in the cot.

One wall had a mirror fronted  wardrobe along it,  and I caught my childish reflection as I viewed my new room. Mother  slid open one side of the wardrobe door revealing hangers full of puff sleeved  dresses in pinks, whites, lemons and lilacs, petticoats and even little girl  overcoats for winter wear. When she examined the other side of the wardrobe I saw shelves of  frilly knickers, frilly ankle socks, girls vests and on the floor a dozen pair  of shoes, all with buckles and all very girlish. "Do you like your new room  Johnathan?" she asked picking up the
rag doll from the cot. "Yeth mummy it ith woverwy"  I simpered. "This is
Jemima, say hello to your dolly" mother handed it to  me, I held it out
"Hewwo Jemima" I gulped feeling such a fool talking to a doll.  "She is your
favourite dolly Johnathan, woe betide you if I see you without her"  mother
warned. I tucked the doll under my arm "Yeth mummy", I felt the familiar 
need to go to the toilet, 'Pweath mummy I need a wee-wee" I said grabbing
my  frilly crutch.

She placed a large potty from under the cot on the floor,
pulled  down my knickers and allowed me to releave myself. "You are going
to need  constant attention" she remarked "I'll have to think about getting you
a nanny".  She wiped me with a baby-wipe, pulled up my panties and led me
to the rocking  horse. "This is Mr Neddy, your favourite toy" she told me
"give him a stroke and say  hello". "Hewwo Mithter Neddy" I lisped stroking
its false mane as if it was a  real horse. "How sweet" mother laughed "why
don't you go for a ride on Mr. Neddy  while I get the tea ready".

She helped me on to the wooden saddle, my feet did  not touch the floor, there were no stirrups to help me take my weight of my groin,  I gasped as my trapped
privates were crushed, it felt as though someone had  kicked me in between
the legs. I dropped Jemima, she slapped my bare leg, "Poor  Jemima" she
said giving her back to me ensuring that I couldn't take the weight  off my
groin with my hand while holding the doll. She made me hold the  rocking-
horse reins with my other hand then pushed me forward so the rocking horse 
moved to and fro. "You stay there until your big sisters get home or else 
Johnathan" she snapped. "Yeth mummy" I squeaked. She turned and left me
alone.

Through the window I could see the yellow school bus pull up  outside
our drive, Lesley and Caroline alighted waving to their friends as the bus 
drove off, they then sprinted down the drive. The front door flew open and I
could  hear their excited chatter as they entered the house. "Mother we're
home" shouted  Lesley "where is Johnathan". "Upstairs, in his nursery"
mother shouted back.

I  heard their feet running up the stairs, along the
landing, they burst into the  room. I did not think two people could make so
much noise as they stood there  howling at me. I steeled myself from bursting
into tears in front of them. "How  absolutely adorable" Lesley laughed as she
dragged me from the rocking horse "you  are a perfect little girl". "You are so
pretty Johnathan, I'm almost jealous"  Caroline joined in "and those clothes
really suit you". "Are you wearing  lipstick, little girl?" Lesley asked,
curiously examining my bright red lips. I felt my bottom  lip trembling and
the need to go to the toilet once again overwhelmed me. "I need a  wee-wee" I
cried bursting into tears.

The room rang with their laughter once  again as
they heared my squeaky voice. "He is a girl" Caroline sang as she danced 
around the room. "Pweath mith I need my potty" I wailed, pointing to it
under the  cot. Lesly put it down and I shivered as she pulled my frillies
down. "He's had an  operation" she gasped, but after touching me she
realised my vagina was false. I  quickly sat on the potty and relieved myself.
"I've finithed mith Weswey" I sobbed. 

She dried me and pulled up my
knickers. I was taken to her bedroom and made to  recite nursery rhymes
while she took off her school uniform. "My turn" Caroline  laughed dragging
me into her room once Lesley was ready, I was their toy, a real  live little girl
doll for them to laugh at.

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Part 12

I was half way through Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when the  doorbell
rang. "I'll get it" Lesley shouted, dashing from her room "it's Elizabeth". I 
felt sick. Carolines bedroom door was open, I heared Lesley open the front
door.  "Hi Lesley, I've come for tea" Elizabeth's voice said "is John in".
Caroline  was falling about laughing in her room, tears streaming down her
face as she saw my  sickly look. "Hello Elizabeth, come in" Lesley said
"Johnathans upstairs with  Caroline, you go through to the sitting room, I'll
tell him your here". "Thanks"  Elizabeth said. "Johnathan" Lesley shouted up
the stairs "Elizabeth is here". "Come on Johnathan" Caroline had recovered
from her fit of hysterics "let's go  and show your girlfriend what a big sissy
you are".

I could hardly walk, my legs  turning to jelly again, I was that
nervous, I started to pull back, "Oh no you  don't" Caroline laughed and
pushed me into the room. Elizabeth was sat on the sofa  talking to mother as I
stumbled in, Carolines hand in my back ensuring there was no escape from
this latest humiliation. Elizabeth looked up, her jaw  dropped open, "John,
Johnathan, is that really you?" she said in disbelief. My face  absolutely
burned with embarresment, "Elithabeth, wook what they've done to me" I 
burst into tears.

Elizabeth stood up, looked at me again as if she still  couldn't
believe the crying, prettily dressed creature before her was actually me. "They 
did it" I bawled "they made me into a wittle girl". She looked at mother, then
at  my sisters. At last I had found an ally, surely she would report them for
what they  had done to me and would help me to find a way to return to being
a boy. I waited  for her to turn on mother, I sobbed, hugging Jemima to my
breast. "Well" she said  at last looking directly at mother "I am so annoyed", I
knew she would be angry,  now my hated family were for it "why didn't you
tell me you were going to do  this to him" she turned and looked into my
tearful eyes "I would have given you some  of my old dolls, there was no
need to buy new ones" she burst into laughter. 

Mother, Lesley and Caroline
joined her as they all looked at me. "Oh Johnathan  you do make an
absolutely adorable little girl" Elizabeth laughed. I was  devastated. She had
been my only hope of salvation, now she was abandoning me to my life  as a
little girl. Worse than that she was encouraging them, telling mother  she
should take me into school to collect my certificates next week. A surge of 
absolute humiliation ran through me as I finally realised I was trapped in little 
girls clothes for the rest of my life, and there was absolutely nothing I could
do  about it. I burst into tears again, my thumb found its way back in my
mouth and I had that  feeling I was going to wet myself again. "I need a wee-
wee" I cried "I want my  potty".

My childish status was confirmed as I stood
there crying for my potty ,  suc-king my thumb in front of these laughing
women. Caroline put my potty on the  floor and Elizabeth insisted on putting
me on it, her amusement knew no bounds  when she saw my latex pussy.
Mother left to set the table, Elizabeth wiped me,  pulled my frillies up then sat
me on her knee. "What a sweet little girl you are  Johnathan" she whispered
into my ear as she stroked my smooth hairless legs, I was  still suc-king my
thumb and holding Jemima, feeling very vunerable.

I recalled  the times Elizabeth had been in exactly the same position on my knee, I had  stroked her long legs in the same fashion, ignoring her protests, my hand would  fondle her sex under her dress. She looked into my eyes, revenge written all  over her face, as her hand played with the frills around my knicker legs.
"How  old is my sweet little girl" she giggled her finger under the elasicated
leg.  "Thix" I sobbed "Are you sure Johnathan, you look much younger than
that to me" she  sneered her hand rubbing my female sex, her finger
exploring the crevasse. I  shuddered.

Her finger was in the rubber hole now
and pushing against my trapped  pen-is. "Is that my little girls clitorus" she
laughed poking her sharp finger-nail  into me "you have to protect this
Johnathan, because nasty boys try to put their  fingers where they shouldn't"
I squealed in agony as she dug her nail in really hard.  "Do you know why I
came to tea Johnathan?" she watched my face screw up in  agony,

I shook my head "to tell you that I had had enough of your pathetic  attempts to have sex with me." she held me tightly as I writhed on her knee "I was  going to
tell you that I did not want to see you any more, but now your in  skirts, wild
horses wouldn't keep me away". "Pweath thtop Ewithabeth" I cried trying  to
push her hand away, Elizabeth had done exactly the same thing.

She enjoyed  her power over me, she also enjoyed showing me what it was like for a girl  when a male tried to impose himself on a female. "I also came to tell you I
was  now seeing Pete Hargreaves" she smiled taking her hand from out my
drawers  and straightening my skirts. Peter Hargreaves had been in my class
at  school, we hated each others guts "wait till I tell him about you" she
laughed.

Part 13

Mother came in to tell every one tea was ready, she smiled at me  as I sat
perched on Elizabeths knee. "Did I hear you say you were seeing Peter
Hargreaves Elizabeth?".

Elizabeth confirmed that she did. "Such a nice  boy,
he'll make someone a good husband one day" she said. "I hope so" Elizabeth 
smiled. "Perhaps you'd like to bring him round" mother suggested "It will do 
Johnathan good to see one of his old class mates". "Yes I do believe your
right"  laughed Elizabeth "I'm positive Pete would love to see Johnathan".
"In fact"  mother smiled "I was hoping to take the girls to the cinema
tomorrow night, it will be  far too late for a little girl like Johnathan to be out,
so I am loking for a baby  sitter". "You can count on me" Elizabeth laughed.

I burst into another flood of tears "Oh Johnathan, your such a cry -baby these
days" Elizabeth mocked while the  others jeered. Mother motioned every one
to go to the dining room, Elizabeth  took my hand and led me in. The dining
room table was all set with knives and  forks, a large plate of sandwiches in
the centre, cakes, bread, crisps and lots  of fancy bowls with dips in them.

At one end of the table was a big high-chair,  which caused another howl of
laughter as they all saw it. The tray was raised  ready to except me, this high-
chair had a potty in the centre of the wooden seat.  "Come on Johnathan, get
into your high-chair, little girl" Elizabeth said. "Can  you take his knickers off
Elizabeth, he'll never get through tea without wanting his  potty" mother
informed her. Elizabeth soon had them off and helped me into my  baby seat,
lowering the tray, then pinching my cheek "Who's a good little  girl then" she
giggled. The hard potty rim dug into my bare bottom, Lesley tied a bib 
around my neck "You don't want you to mess your pretty outfit up do you
Johnathan"  she said, "No mith, fank you Wethwey" I squeaked for their
amusement. A  plastic plate with sandwiches cut into tiny soldiers and a few
crisps on it were  put on my tray along with a plastic training beaker with a
spout.

Mother took  Jemima "You can have your dolly back after tea
Johnathan, so eat up like a good  little girl" she said. Bursts of laughter filled
the room as mother recounted the days  events to the amused audience. I
chewed silently on my food. Mother was right I  would not get through the
meal without wanting to relieve my over worked bladder,  "Pweath mummy I
need a wee-wee" I screeched trying to put my hand on my crutch  to stop
myself weeing. The tray was too close to my body,

I could not get  my hand down there and the high chair sides prevented me from touching myself .  "That's why you've got a potty in your high chair Johnathan, so we don't have to  keep running back and forward for your other potty" mother pointed out "so be  a good girl and don't interrupt us adults when we are talking, little girls  should be seen and not heared". I made an extreme effort not to wee in
the potty, it  was no use, the fluid ran from my body and they all laughed at
the tinkling sound it  made when it did.

Thankfully tea was over, the women
all helped to clear the table  and I found myself back on Elizabeth's knee in
the lounge, minus my frillies,  holding my doll. Mother switched on the
television and put a tape into the video machine  "The Studio has security
cameras in every room" she told them as the video  started to play "they
kindly filmed Johnathans day there". "Oh goody" laughed  Caroline "we can
see him being made into a little girl". I had to endure sitting on  my girlfriends
knee, her hand stroking my plastic sex, while watching the video of me 
being transformed at the studio. Lesley and Caroline loved the part where I 
was taken into the creche with the real children. "Please mother can we take it
to  school to show our friends?" they begged "they will all want a copy". "Of
course  dears" she looked at me. "Your a star Johnathan".

I burst into tears again. "He  must be tired" mother said looking at her watch "goodness me it is 6.30 his bed-time no  wonder he's grissling". "What a ridiculous time to have to go to bed" Elizabeth  observed. "For an adult yes" agreed mother "but all little girls go to bed early,  he'll be no different" she looked at me "he will
be put to bed at 6.30 for the rest  of his life". "But Johnathan loves sport, you
know he plays squash and tennis in the evenings"

Elizabeth said in mock concern. "Not anymore" mother replyed  "he'll be all tucked up in his cot with Jemima while his friends are enjoying  themselves". "He will be allowed to play football on Saturdays, won't he, you know  how he loves that"
Elizabeth looked into my eyes as she spoke in my defence.  "Little girls don't
play football Elizabeth you know that" mother said "he's got his  dolls to play
with now and if he needs any execise he can take his skipping rope to  the
park". "His football team will be anoyed if he doesn't show up"

Lesley joined  in "perhaps we can take him there on Saturday before we go to the
park and explain  to them why he can't play any more". "What a good idea"
mother smiled "you are  so considerate Lesley". "Isn't your big sister nice
Johnathan, she's going  to take you to see all your footballing friends". I
wailed. "Come on little girl"  mother took my hand. "Yeth mummy" I
sobbed. She took me up to my nursery,

I hated being  led around like this,
since this morning I had been taken everywhere by the  hand as if I wasn't
capable, "Well little girls aren't" mother pointed out when I  complained.
Mother stripped me, hanging my clothes in the wardrobe when she had 
done, replacing my dress with a very frilly, puff sleeved baby-doll nighty, it 
was very short, barely covering my hips. "Lay on the floor Johnathan" she 
ordered.

I watched as she went to the wardrobe and felt another surge of 
humiliation when I saw what she got out. She grinned evily as she
approached with the large  square of terry towelling "Pweath mummy, not a
nappy" I cried as she knelt down  next to me and told me to raise my bottom.
"My little daughter will be in his  cot for a long time, you are bound to want
to use your potty, but you are not allowed  to get out of your cot, so nappies
are the only answer" she said pinning the nappy  to me at either side. "Its all
right Johnathan, all very little girls wear  nappies in their cots".

I started crying again, mother took a big dummy out of a draw and pushed  it in my
mouth. A pair of frilly pink drawers to match the nighty were pulled up  my
legs, in true baby fashion they were lined with plastic. "We don't want a wet
cot Johnathan" mother said examining the baby panties, making sure my
nappy  was well tucked in. She took my hair ribbon out and fussed with my
curls "I  do love  your ringlets Johnathan, they make you look so sweet" she
said producing  a pink babies bonnet, this will make sure your ringlets don't
get spoilt" she  laughed tying it under my chin in a bow.

She gave me a pair of childish, pink fluffy  slippers to put on and handed Jemima back to me. "There all ready for bed" she  giggled, turning me to the mirror. "Lets go and say nighty night to everyone".  She led me back downstairs. The laughter
was even louder than before, "He's a baby  girl" Caroline said histerically
"he's even got a nappy on". Mother sat me on Elizabeth's knee, "Would you
like to give him his night time bottle?"  she asked.

It was a stupid question, I was soon laid back, my bonneted head in the  crook of her arm, suc-king on the teat of a huge babies bottle full of sickly  sweet baby milk. "What time do you want Pete and me tomorrow?" she asked mother without taking her eyes from me. "6.30 will be fine" mother said "I'll have him  all ready for bed".
"No, that's allright" Elizabeth smiled "I'll put him in his nappy"  she paused
for effect, "in front of Pete". "Whose going to be put into nappies in  front of
his friend then" Elizabeth said in baby tones.

I shook my head in horror, 
tears running down my cheeks. "Yes you are Johnathan, he will be here
tomorrow night,  I'm going put you on the floor, powder your little botty and
put you in a  big fluffy nappy in front of him to show him what a big baby
you have become". With  each suc-k of the bottle I felt more babyish, I didn't
realise it contained  drugs, by the time I had finished I was falling asleep, "Is
my lickle baby all  tiredy-wiredy then" mother mocked. I was taken back to
the nursery and put in the cot. 

Mother pulled up the pink duvet, put Jemima
next to me and pulled up the sides. She  looked down on me sneering
"What's it like being in a cot, Johnathan, you had  better get used to looking
through those pink bars because you will be sleeping in  it for the rest of your
life" her laughter rang through my head as I drifted into a  drugged sleep.
suc-king heavily on my dummy, I wondered just how much more 
humiliating it could get.

Tomorrow I would be in a creche full of children all 
making fun of me. Later I would be paraded in front of my worse enemy in
little girl  clothes. Then I would suffer the ultimate indignaty, the girl who I
loved would put me  into nappies in front of him. Tears rolled down my
cheeks soaking my pillow as sleep overwhelmed me.

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Part 14

 I was still suc-king on my dummy when mother woke me the next 
morning. The drugs in the baby milk had ensured I was asleep the whole
time, I  also felt very weak. Mother invited me to sit up and let the cot side
down.  Pleased at being allowed to do something myself, I threw back the
covers, knelt up  and reached around for the catch that held the side in place.

I tried to  operate it, but found I was too weak to move it, "It ith thtuck
mummy" I lisped. She  easily opened it and let the side down, "You will get
weaker each time you drink a  bottle of mummies milk" she informed me as I
was helped out the cot "just six baby  bottles will leave you as weak as a
kitten for the rest of your life". I was  taken down to breakfast dressed as I
was once I had put on my slippers, Jemima tucked  under my arm.

The girls were already there, dressed in their school uniforms,  tucking into their
cornflakes. I was put into my high-chair, a bib tied around  my neck and
given a rusk to eat, mother put my dummy on the high-chair tray. They 
taunted me for being a big baby as I chewed sulkily on the rusk not liking the 
taste at all. "Is your nappy wet Johnathan" Lesley teased "fancy having to
wear  nappies" she scoffed. "It must be awful having a wet nappy on"
Caroline said. "You  wait until he has to poo it" Lesley laughed "and then
have to sit in a dirty nappy  until an adult changes it". "Yuk" Caroline
grimaced "how gross". "It would be for you  or me because we are adults
and can hold ourselves and go to the toilet when  we want" Lesley sneered
"but little babies like Johnathan are not capable of such  grown up acts.

He will have to sit there and poo himself, the mess squeezing into  his nappy,
like all babies do, and as he is not allowed to touch his nappy,  he will have
to wait until we decide to change him". "I can't wait to see that"  Caroline
giggled. Lesley had finished her breakfast, she came to the high-chair and 
pinched my cheek viciously "Are you looking forward to wearing a pooey
nappy baby"  she sneered. I yelped. "You wait until Saturday Johnathan, I'm
taking you to  the park in your nappy to play on the swings and I'll make you
dirty it in fromt  of all my friends, and that is a promise".

Mother entered the dining room carrying  a plate of toasted soldiers dipped in runny egg and my babies bottle full of milk.  "Is your big sister hurting you, Johnathan" she laughed at the red mark on my face  and the tears on my cheeks. Thankfully she shooed the laughing girls off to  school, and fed me the baby breakfast. She wiped any egg or milk that I had spilled  off my chin with the bib,
released me from the chair and took me to get me  ready for the studio. She
sat me on the floor and took a very short lemon dress from  the wardrobe,
even I could tell that this was a baby dress. "I think I will  leave you in
nappies" she smiled, putting a full petticoat over my head. "Oh pweath 
mummy, I'll be a good wittle girl, don't weave me in nappies" I whined.
"Pweath  mummy wet me wear my pwetty wittle girl cwothes, I'm not a
baby" I cried "I'm  a wittle girl".

She ignored me, but was pleased that I was
begging her to put me  in my party dress, and not boys clothes, admitting I
was a little girl not a  grown boy. "Don't worry Johnathan, you can wear
your prety dress later when  Elizabeth and Peter come to baby sit you" she
pulled off the pink baby pants and  replaced them with much frillier lemon
ones. "I can quite understand that you don't  want Peter to see you in your
nappy, after all he was in your class at school, he's  bound to laugh. To save
you from embarresment I'll change you as soon as we get  home", frilly
ankle socks and baby shoes were being pulled on my feet.  "Although he will
see you in a nappy when Elizabeth gets you ready for bed won't he" she 
laughed "she said that she is going to put you in it in front of him" she 
reminded me, as if I couldn't forget, "perhaps if you speak to Elizabeth nicely
she will  nappy you in your nursery".

There was no chance of that and I imagined Pete's  grinning face looking down at me watching Elizabeth pin me into a big white nappy like  a little baby. I burst into tears. Mother pushed my dummy in "I didn't think you  would have any tears left after yesterday Johnathan". Mother finished dressing  me, a big lemon bonnet was tied over my ringlets, a pale pink matinee jacket  was buttoned at the neck and a set of baby reins buckled on to me". It was  amazing how much I looked like a
baby, I watched the big baby toddling out of  the bedroom on reins hardly
recognising it was me. I was soon fastened in my  car seat Jemima sat on my
lap, then mother drove off.

Part 15

Barbara went into raptures over my appearence as we  entered the
Studio. Mother handed her the baby reins and left telling me to be a  good
little baby for the nice ladies. At a push of a button Joanna appeared, 
congratulated me on being the prettyest baby she had ever seen, and led me to
the  creche.

The room was full of children and babies, the older children were
being  devided into activity groups, the babies put into playpens full of baby
toys. I was  soon the centre of attention, the children crowding round and
laughing at me for  being a baby. An attendant removed my jacket and
bonnet, straightening my curls  as she did. She told me as I was such a
"special baby" she would be with me all  the time.

She was about 18 years old, her name was Janet. She put me in the  large playpen I had sat in yesterday and began instructing me on how to play  like a baby. She also banned me from using "big " words, I could ga ga or goo  goo, in fact she
insisted I did or Joanna and Pauline would take me to the  punishment room
"And you know what happens there baby, don't you". "Goo goo ga ga  goo"
I gurgled.

My dummy was causing me to dribble so a bib was tied on me to 
protect my frock, then around mid-morning all the children were given
drinks,  the babies were given thiers in a bottle, that included me. I sat on
Janets lap  gurgling as she fed me, "What a good baby you are Johnathan"
she gushed. I admonished  myself for playing the part of a baby so well, I
was a sixteen year old boy, I  shouldn't be sat on a complete stranger's lap
suc-king milk from a babies bottle,  wearing a wet nappy and a baby dress.
"Come on" I said to myself "have some self  respect, your a boy not a baby
girl". But I recalled the beating yesterday. "Goo  goo goo ga goo" I continued
to gurgle.  Janet had my head in the crook of her arm, 

I had finished the bottle, she continued to nurse me her hand patting my  padded frilly crutch. For the last two hours I had been fighting a battle with my  bowels. My
bladder muscles were so weak I had given up fighting the urge to wet my 
nappy, but this was different, I had no intentions of soiling myself. I writhed 
in agony my sides aching, Janet held me tightly rocking gently back and
forth, she  knew exactly what was going on. "Goo goo goo ga" I said
looking distressed.  "What do you want baby" she smiled. "Goo goo ga ga" I
gurgled more urgently,.  "Aunty can't understand her little baby" she said "if
only you were able to  talk like a big girl" she laughed. I was faced with a
dilemma, she had already banned me  from talking, if I asked for my potty I
would be thrashed, if I didn't I  would have to do it in my nappy.

I relaxed my muscles, immediately my bowels opened, the  mess forcing its way into my nappy, squeezing between my legs. It felt awful  and I burst into tears.
She knew how devastating this was for me, all the children  and attendants
looked round as I cried out. "Baby has pooed his nappy" she  informed the
laughing crowd. She continued to pat my nappy, "You'll have to wait  for
your nappy to be changed" she giggled in my ear "its your own fault for 
dirtying yourself".

I admonished myself for being so weak, choosing to soil 
myself rather than take a beating, now I had to pay the ultimate price for
acting like  a baby. I had to wear the dirty nappy for the rest of the morning,
the mess  squelching horribly as I sat in the playpen playing with Jemima.
Janet finally  anounced it was time for her dirty baby to be changed, then it
would be "din-dins". I  was put on a changing table, given a rattle to shake
and told to gurgle while she  changed me in front of every one.

A loud "YUK" went round the room when she showed  them my dirty bottom. "I'm
glad I don't wear nappies anymore" one little girl  said "I'm a big girl now I
don't need them anymore". Janet laughed at her innocence  "Only babies have
to wear nappies Jessica" Janet told her as a clean nappy was  being pinned on
me "until Johnathan grows up like you he will have to get used  to having
dirty nappies on".

Once fully dressed I was put in my highchair  and fed baby
food, again I was encouraged to talk like a baby as she spoon fed  me and I
gurgled as realistically as I could while being fed pureed spinach and  rice,
followed by a very sweet pudding. Baby milk out of a bottle was 
compulsory, as I suc-ked on the large teat of my bottle, I noticed one baby in a
blue baby  grow getting rather fractious. It would not take its feed no matter
how hard  the assistant tried.

Suddenly the doors burst open and a huge
woman burst in. Her hair  was wet and she was wearing a plastic cape, she
had obviously been called  from the hairdressing salon. The baby gurgled
excitedly when he saw her "Come to mummy" the huge womans voice
boomed. She sat on a chair next to me unfastened her blouse and taking her
large breast in her hand. put the  baby on her nipple.

The baby suc-ked greedily on his mothers milk. "I'm trying to  wean him off it" she told Janet "Ive got such large breasts, I make too much  milk. Michael only takes a little before he drops off, and if I don't draw the milk  off with a pump, I'm in
agony for the rest of the day". As if to prove her point the baby  closed its
eyes and fell asleep, a contented look on its face. The assistant  carefully took
the sleeping child from its mother. Janet stopped feeding me and lifted the 
tray, "Perhaps you could feed this baby girl' Janet suggested "she would take 
all of your milk, you wouldn't ned a pump".

The woman beamed as I was pulled  from the highchair and sat on her knee. "Come on baby" she cupped her breast offering her large nipple to my lips. It all happened so quickly, I took  the warm nipple in my mouth, it felt so different from the bottle,and the thin  sweet milk gushed into my mouth. She held me easily against her, every one laughing  at me being breast fed. As one breast dried up, she swapped me to the other, I wondered just how much milk this huge woman produced, my stomach was bloated. "Its such a long time since Johnathan was put to the breast,  he's really enjoying it" Janet told her. "Johnathan, him!" she laughed "he's a  boy?". "He used to be " Janet laughed too.

The woman threw me over her shoulder when I  was finished, "Come on Johnathan, lets have all that nasty wind up like a  good girl" she winded me in front of the jeering crowd. I did not need to foce a  belch, it happened naturally, much to every ones amusement. The woman took me over to my playpen and dropped me
in, it was so disconcerting being handled  by her, she made me feel like a
child the way she so easily picked me up. "Will Johnanathan be here
tomorrow?" she asked. "He is going to be here every  day for the next six
weeks" Janet informed her "he is to undergo an  intensive training
programme to turn him into the little girl he now looks like". "I'll see  you
tomorrow then Johnathan" the woman wiggled her fingers at me in a wave
"bye-bye  baby" "Goo goo goo ga" I sobbed. "Story time children" I heared a
womans voice announce again, the children excitedly crowding round her
chair. "Just a  moment, Francis " Janet said, she was backing through the
double, swing creche  doors "I'll just get Johnathan out of the way".

I froze in horror as she  turned wheeling a large baby buggy towards the playpen.
She put my matinee jacket back on  me along with the bonnet and baby reins,
a pair of immobilising mittens  were also tied on my hands. She sat me in the
pushchair, fixin the reins to the sides,  the buggy foot rest had two clamp like
devices, she put my feet in them and  tightened the clamps to my shoes,

I could not move my feet when she had finished. She  gave me my dummy and
Jemima to hold, "Walkies" she sang "thanks Francis, see  you later". The
pushchair lurched forward, I could not put my feet down or  unfasten my
reins, she could wheel me anywhere, there was nothing I could do about  it.