Not quite ready

[Ahiru]

Jeremy was terrified, when the bus came to a stop outside what looked like a typical gaily decorated nursery school.  The only thing to suggest it was any different was the slogan on the sign.  ‘For Sissies who were meant to be’.  And the private girls school could easily be seen next door!  He wet his diapers just thinking about the pretty girls who would see him.

He watched on with dismay as the process of unloading the bus began.  A nursery nanny came on board and approached one of the other boys.  Talking to the boy patronisingly, she unclipped the car seat harness.  And set the waddling frou frou boy on the floor of the bus.  She secured the leash on her and and he unsteadily waddled off the bus, suc-king his dummy all the while.  Jeremy could see other nursery nannies waiting for the boys.

One by one the boys were led off the bus.  The first nanny would hand the leashes over to her waiting colleague.  The boys passively waited until there was a group of four where they stood in pairs, holding their partner’s hand.  Jeremy screwed his nose up at the sight of one nanny holding the leashes to four hand holding sissy babies!

The pretty boy next to him whispered lispingly, “You will probably go on my group, we have a thpare theat at our table.  You’re going to be a panthy.”  Malcolm seemed...excited about this?  Before Jeremy could even react to this horrifying news, Malcolm was collected by the nanny and put in a group of three.  They were waiting for one more and the nanny was coming for him!

Jeremy started to tear up, this was all getting too much.  He wasn’t a sissy!  He spat his dummy out and bleated, “Please don’t do this to me, I’m not a sissy!  I don’t want this!”

The Nanny regarded him with an efficient bemusement that made his protestations seem to only be meaningful noise.  She deftly pushed his dummy back in, “Nonsense sissy!  You are right where you belong.  Don’t make nanny spank you for being difficult.”  This took all of the wind out of Jeremy’s sails, cut his moment of brave objections off before it had barely begun.  It was a sniffling Jeremy who joined the Pansy group and was made to hold Malcolm’s mittened hand for the short walk inside.  His baby reins jingled loudly, his petticoats and plastic panties rustled loudly and he could feel the tug of his leash...his leash in the nanny’s hand.  The door loomed.

The first room was a coat room.  There were hooks for each boy with his name showing clearly over it.  The nanny responsible for his group one by one unbuttoned each boy’s pretty white coat and pulled it off to hang up.  Then she would tug on the bonnet strings and loosen them, so that too could be hung on it’s hook.  When Jeremy tried to help with his buttons and pull each arm from their sleeve, he was given a swift slap and told sternly to let nanny do it.  Only when each boy in their group had been tended to, could they stagger into the main room of the nursery school two by two.

[Ahiru]

Jeremy couldn’t understand why none of the sissy boys put up a fight, they all seemed to accept their fate readily.  They all sat in their groups of four on a large padded mat, the bulk of their nappies forced each boy to sit with his legs apart and his skirts and petticoats falling around him.

While the boys were being brought in and sat down, Jeremy looked around the room with an apprehensive curiosity.  The room was painted in bright colours with a nursery print abc frieze around the middle.  Pictures, that look like toddlers drew them, were up on the walls.  He could see a changing station in a corner, but it didn’t look like it was used regularly.  Large windows lined one wall, passersby on the street could see in and watch the sissies.

“Now, sweeties!”  A voice broke Jeremy from taking in the room, it looked to belong to a nanny who seemed more important than the others.  All the nannies stood at the front of the mat, dressed in old fashioned uniforms, complete with floor length long sleeved navy blue dresses and white starched aprons.  Each nanny had a cap pinned to her head, the head-nanny’s cap looked frillier than the others.  She continued to speak, “I’m sure you’ve all noticed our newest baby, Jeremy.  His Mummy returned him to babyhood a couple of days ago and I expect you all are eager to welcome him.”  her eyes rested on Jeremy sternly, “Come here, child.”

Jeremy could feel every boy’s eyes on him as he struggled to his feet and waddled to the front of the class.  The head nanny smiled condescendingly to him and smoothed out a wrinkle on his bodice, “I am Nanny Smith, hello little boy.”  she then looked back to the class and beckoned a boy over, “Terrence, you can show Jeremy how sissy babies say hello to one another.”

Uh oh.  Jeremy’s eyes widened, this wasn’t going to be fun at all!  He watched the bigger boy flounce his way over, looking bashful but somehow excited too.  When Terrence started to reach out for Jeremy’s hands, Jeremy couldn’t take any more.  This was all too crazy, these people were nuts!  He stepped backwards and jerked his hands away, “Hell no!  This is all too weird!  You might all like this but I don’t.”

The crestfallen shame on Terrence’s face was unavoidable.  He hastily pushed his dummy into his mouth while the other boys gasped in shock.  The new boy is standing up for himself!  They all knew this would be short lived.  Nanny Smith’s stern gaze honed in on little Jeremy and her voice cut in easily over the gasps, “Shame on you, child!  Embarrassing your fellow student in front of all the others!  Rejecting his token of goodwill so callously!”  She stood and took a step towards him, “Tell me, have you felt the sting of a paddle yet?”

Jeremy gulped, realising all too late that he had miscalculated terribly.  He didn’t know quite what to do, he would look like even more of a sissy if he caved straight away, but her warning left her quaking in his maryjanes.  He stomped his little foot angrily and pointed a finger at her, “You’re not going to bully me into this.  There is a difference between wetting myself and being a baby.”

“Hmm...is that so, sweetheart?”  Her voice was syrupy, sickly.  It made his stomach sink like a stone, as he felt the other nannies behind him push him towards her.  Jeremy hardly had a moment to think, before he found himself falling over her lap and his bottom being exposed.  A quick glance over to Terrence showed that he was being cuddled and comforted by one of the other nannies.  Then he looked out at the rest of the group and saw all of those sissy eyes staring at him expectantly.  He could see the recognition in their eyes that they saw him as just like them.  A sissy baby.

The sight of these blinking eyes blurred with tears as he suddenly felt the sting of a hard and unyielding paddle strike both of his cheeks.  He howled and attempted to get up off her lap, but she held him firm and his frilly legs kicked helplessly.  Before he had barely gotten over that blow, several more in quick succession rained down on his tush.  Nanny Smith was a well practised spanker and it didn’t take long for his bottom to resemble a tomato.

After the spanking had finished and his nappies had been pinned back in place, she pulled him to her chest and hugged him tenderly, “There there, baby, it’s all over now.  You’re going to be a good baby for Nanny, yes?  Nanny knows what’s best, Nanny knows what your place is.”

[Ahiru]

Terrence’s eyes were brown and sparkling from his earlier tears.  Jeremy couldn’t tell how long he had been staring into Terrence’s eyes, far too long, in his opinion.  Nanny Smith had declared she would not allow them to move to the next stage of this ridiculous greeting until Jeremy was doing this part properly.  So here he was, standing face to face in front of another sissy, holding hands and gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.  And all the others were watching!

When Nanny Smith told them they could move on, his relief was short lived.  Nothing could describe the shock Jeremy felt, when Terrence suddenly moved forward to hug him!  Terrence’s hands found their way to firmly grasp each of Jeremy’s well-padded buttcheeks and he held this position, expecting Jeremy to do the same!  Jeremy took one useless look at the others, with his heart racing, he reluctantly copied Terrence.  With the two teenage sissy boys embracing in this manner, their frilly nappied fronts were rubbing together and their petticoats were rustling with even the slightest movement.

“Now, little Jeremy, you are going to give your fellow sissy baby wet sloppy kisses.  With tongue.  You’re not to stop until Nanny is satisfied you’re showing enough loving care for little Terrence here.”

Jeremy visibly winced, at this instruction.  His red tush hurt too badly for him to fight it, especially with Terrence’s hands squeezing and reminding him of the recent spanking.  He closed his eyes, hoping this would be over quickly, he didn’t want to look at who he was kissing, this was so gross!  He could feel Terrence’s tongue enter his mouth and he hesitantly started a shamefully embarrassing kiss that even boyfriends and girlfriends wouldn’t do.  The nannies watched, admiring the two sissy babies pressed up against each other in this manner for several minutes.

Jeremy could be forgiven for thinking that Terrence was the only one he would have to kiss in this way.  But as each of the boys were lined up in front of him, and then each took their place next to him after the awful display they were forced to put on, he would learn that this was a daily ritual at the nursery.  Each boy would end up greeting all of his classmates.  The others, if they had the chance, would tell Jeremy they had endured it so often that they had started to enjoy it...or at least accept it.  This was how the likes of them behaved.

With each overgrown toddler lined up with wet lips, from having exchanged saliva with nineteen other teenage boys, the nannies declared it was activity time.  They were, once again, put in their groups of four and made to hold hands with their partner.  Only, the groups of four were all lined up so it formed a crocodile line.  They were led  by the proud and stern nannies, to another room.

This room was just like the first, only instead of a mat, there were low plastic tables and little chairs.  The tables had blank newspaper, the cheap sort of paper toddlers are given, and thick crayons strewn on them.  Jeremy noticed that each table seemed to bear a name, Pansy, Fairy, Buttercup, Twinkle and Cream Puff.  He and his group were ushered to the Pansy table.  As he sat down, he glumly remembered how he had been teased in school and called a pansy, because of his small size.  Perhaps this was meant to be.  At the front of the class was a whiteboard with a large magnetic F on it.

Jeremy felt very infantile on his little seat.  The others smiled shyly to him, he couldn’t quite believe this was his life now.  In no time, he found himself trying to draw terrible scribbles of things that starts with F.  Flowers, Foxes, Fire.  The boys didn’t know it, but the girls’ product development class had specially designed the crayons to hamper the user’s ability to write and draw.  No matter how hard he tried, every picture turned out a terrible mess and the nannies all cooed and praised him demeaningly as if he were picasso.

[Ahiru]

I'm sorry for the delay.  I've had quite a bad run with my health.  I'm still not 100% but figured I owed you guys an update.
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There was something Jeremy couldn’t avoid, the more time that passed, the more it pushed itself into the forefront of his mind.  His nappy steadily got soggier and soggier, as he drew frustrating scribbles.  He was going to need a change.  It was bad enough when his Mummy did it, but to have strangers change his nappy?  The thought made his stomach twist into knots.  But Jeremy was to find a far worse fate was to befall him than to have one of the uniformed nannies change him, he would soon be wishing they were.

At first, he didn’t notice.  He was too busy stubbornly trying to draw a decent flower and prove he wasn’t a baby.  Each time, he would be foiled.  He was jolted out of this intense concentration, by a voice next to him, “Let’s check your nappy, Sissy.”  Kneeling next to him was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.  His dummy fell out and dangled on the end of it’s ribbon, he could feel his pecker stand to attention within the folds of his wet nappy.  Damn she looked good!

She giggled and pushed his dummy back in, before speaking, “You must be new here, my name is Miss Lilly.  Can you say Miss Lilly, sweetheart?  It’s rude not to say hello to people.”

After spluttering and giving his dummy several slurps, he managed to lisp out around it, “Hewwo, Mith Lilly.”  She had kept her finger firmly pressed on the guard, to ensure it didn’t fall out again.  “Hello, Sissy, it’s very nice to meet you.  Let’s go change your nappy, yes?”  She held out her hand to him, clearly intending for him to follow her.  A quick glance around the room confirmed that a group of girls from St Helen’s were there, not just this one pretty girl.

They walked, well he waddled, through one of the doorways and down a corridor.  The corridor was lined with doors, each proudly displaying one of the group names.  They came to a stop at the doorway marked ‘Pansy’, he almost didn’t want to see what was on the other side.  The doorway was decorated with purple and pink pansy flowers and love hearts.  He had no choice, however, and was rapidly tugged into the room.

Miss Lilly chattered to Jeremy, telling him what a pretty sissy baby he was, she could see straight away why he had been enrolled here and she looked forward to caring for him in the future.  She was sure he was going to be her favourite in the Pansy group.  She talked so much that he didn’t have a chance to get a word in!  The room looked like a nursery bedroom, there were four stout pink painted cots, each with the occupant’s name embroidered into a wall hanging above the locking lid.  A rocking chair occupied one corner and a well-stocked changing table sat in another.  The room STUNK of stale pee and poop, causing Jeremy to screw his nose up.  There were four diaper pails, each had a boy’s name on it, on the floor next to the changing table.  The nursery school liked to count how many changes each boy needed through the day.

He made a pathetic whimpering, when he saw his name above one of the cots.  Miss Lilly cooed in response, while helping him up onto the changing table, “It’s so pretty, isn’t it?  I knew you would love your cot here, though I bet your cot at home is even prettier!”

“I don’t like thleeping in cotth, Nanny.”  He finally replied, not daring to take the dummy out.

Before he could say more, she quickly replied, “Nonsense!  All sissies love their pretty satiny cots and you are no exception.  Even if you wore big boy clothes, everyone would know what a cute and lovely sissy you are.”  She gave him a warning slap on his thigh, “Now, lift your botty so Miss Lilly can change you properly.”

[Ahiru]

She was like an exotic beauty, Jeremy couldn’t take his eyes off her, once he was back to drawing with his crayons and in a dry nappy.  She had pale blemish-free skin and dark hair that gently curled around her face.  She was shorter than the average girl, but seemed to make up for that with a curvy body that bent inwards at the right places.  Jeremy didn’t think he could ever deny her anything, he hated that she was seeing him as this...an overgrown sissy baby!  She even called him a sissy, was that what he had become?

He sighed, absently drawing on his paper.  Although it came out as the same scribbles as usual, the other members of the Pansy table knew what was on his mind.  Many of the young charges in this nursery had experienced similar desires, they all ended in tragedy and his fantasies would too, soon enough.  His thoughts were broken when Malcolm nudged him, “Hey, can I pleathe borrow your gween crayon?  I can’t find mine.”

Jeremy passed over the crayon, not saying a word.  Watching Malcolm and the other boys, they all seemed to be so much more engrossed in the task than he was.  Did they all enjoy this?  Did they want to be here?  He didn’t see how this were possible, maybe they had been here for so long they had gotten used to it.  He went back to his drawing, something he would later claim was fudge, determined to somehow escape or at least declare to the world that he didn’t want this.  Surely someone would listen!  Lilly, maybe?  She seemed far too nice to force people into a life like this.

Jeremy was pretty sure, when Nanny Smith called for attention, that his nappies were on the damp side again.  He couldn’t even remember wetting them...how had that happened?  He didn’t want to call attention to this fact, he didn’t want the others to know, as silly a notion as that was.  As he put his crayons into their tub and stood to hold Malcolm’s hand, he couldn’t help but wonder when he would wake up from this nightmare.  Waking up was not on the agenda, however.  Walking in pairs to the dining room was.

The building felt like a maze, from Jeremy’s perspective.  All those doors and corridors leading to the various rooms.  And they were all gaily decorated with bright babyish colours and patterns!  When they reached the dining room, a table for each group greeted them.  Around each table was four high chairs and four normal chairs.  Some of the boys even looked eager to be helped up into their high chairs.  Jeremy was not.  It was very similar to the high chair he was forced to use at home and when he looked to the empty seat next to it, he found that Miss Lilly was going to be feeding him.

She babbled what he deemed to be baby nonsense, while securing a large plastic-backed bib around his neck and set a sectioned plastic plate in front of him.  It had pureed spinach, carrots and steak and kidney.  Eugh!  Lilly, on the other hand, had chicken and egg sandwiches, an apple and a glass of orange juice.  In between her own mouthfuls, she would spoon feed Jeremy, not letting him feed himself.  Every time he kicked up a fuss and protested that he could feed himself, she would give him a withering glare that made him fearful she wouldn’t like him if he kept fighting her.

Lilly happily chatted to the other girls and nannies at the table, treating the boys as if they were far too young to understand the conversation.  When his sloppy baby food was all gone, he was given a bottle of lukewarm formula to drink while she finished her lunch.  Jeremy grew increasingly concerned when he heard them talk of an afternoon walk.  Walk...meant going outside...where people could see them...none of the other boys were reacting to this news...WHAT?!

[Ahiru]

Jeremy found he couldn’t stop cringing, as he waddled down the path towards St Helen’s.  His heart was pounding at such a rapid pace, he hoped he would pass out and then wouldn’t have to endure this horror.  Malcolm squeezed his mittened hand reassuringly, reinforcing the gesture with a wide smile.  His comfort seemed for entirely different reasons to what Jeremy was decidedly nervous about.

The Pansy table were waddling in pairs with their shoes clicking on the path, their petticoats flouncing with the motion and the bells on their reins tinkling merrily.  Jeremy was being made to hold Malcolm’s hand and they were behind the other pair, Rupert and Thomas.  Miss Lilly was holding Malcolm and Rupert’s leash and another girl, Miss Jane, was holding his and Thomas’ leash.

Looking ahead, Jeremy thought that maybe, just maybe, no one would see them.  It was class time, after all.  But whenever he would glance up at the windows of the classroom, he could see girls pointing, sniggering and talking to their neighbours.  He could only imagine what they were saying, but the imagination could be a cruel thing.  His cheeks were bright red, he felt like he was going to cry at any moment, and to make matters worse...he was soaking his nappies and hadn’t even felt the flow start!

They weaved their way through the school, around buildings and even walking past the field where students were exercising!  Miss Lilly and Miss Jane made the boys stop and wave to the students, when they were close enough.  When Jeremy refused, Miss Jane grabbed hold of his wrist and waved his hand for him.  He bit his lip and whimpered, when he saw a couple of students approaching.

“Jane!  Is that a new one?  I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.  He is awfully cute though!  Are the curls natural?  Are his nappies wet?”  One of the girls busily started lifting his skirts and playing with his curls, as she fired off these questions.

“Yeah, he probably is wet, it’s only his first day and he’s got no control at all.  We’d only just changed him after lunch too!  With his natural curls and…”  Jeremy burst into tears, unable to take the humiliation, “...sissiness, I think he’s right where he belongs.”

“Awww, he’s crying!  Do you reckon he’s happy?”  The girl gave him a condescending hug, while her friend spoke up.

“He looks kind of familiar, I think he’s that shrimp my brother goes to school with...or rather used to go to school with.  Wait til I tell him where he is now!”

This only made Jeremy sob louder, wailing.  The other babies tried their best to console him with their overly soppy hugs and kisses, Jeremy was too distraught to push them away.  The two students would have continued to press the issue with mock concern, had it not been for their irate teacher calling for them to return to the class.  They rolled their eyes and gave Jeremy a peck on the cheek, before giggling and running back to their exercises.

Jeremy wanted this walk to end, it felt like an eternity since it had begun.  The girls somehow managed to waste at least an hour, before heading back towards the nursery school.  Jeremy wondered where the other groups had walked to, he hadn’t seen any at the school.  His thoughts were interrupted by the girls’ chatter.  Jane stated to Lilly, “Next time, I want to choose where we go since you chose the school this time, okay?”

Lilly smiled sweetly, in response, “Sure, Jane, fair is fair.  Though you have to admit, we had to show off Jeremy on his first day.  The girls would have killed us if we didn’t.”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

Jeremy looked at the other three boys.  Why didn’t they look upset?  Did they like being babies or were they just trying to avoid punishment?  Were they all like him and was being made to be here because they wet the bed?  He felt like he needed someone to confide in, but he wasn’t sure he would ever get the chance.

[pierrylouys]

I hope this story comeback someday