Not quite ready

[Sissy Poopsie]

I also hope it returns it a great story. :)

[Ahiru]

Things still aren't great for me, but I figured you guys ought to have a new chapter.
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Jeremy had been silent for much of the walk back to the nursery.  He felt like his life was over and his fate was sealed.  Now that his old friends were sure to know where he was and what he had become, he could never go back.  He didn’t think his mother ever would let him go back.  It all felt so very hopeless.  Sometimes, he would steal a look at Miss Lilly.  She seemed so nice and gentle, but she seemed to have no problem with embarrassing him in this way.  Did she genuinely believe this was where he belonged?  It all felt too much to bear.

When they got back to the nursery, the nannies who greeted them declared it was nap time.  Looking at Jeremy’s tear-stained face was all the confirmation she needed that the little ones were overtired.  They were all led back to the pansy nursery room, where they were prepared for their nap.

Each boy was dressed daintily in a silky nightdress, mittens, bootees and a sleep bonnet.  Each boy was laid down on his silky, satiny, lacy sheets, covering crinkly plastic.  Each boy was given a bottle of lukewarm formula and covered with a baby blanket.  Each boy lisped a night night and gave a soppy kiss to the girls, as they tucked them in.  Each boy, but Jeremy.  Jeremy needed prompting.  He was too sullen and despondent to be affectionate.

When the door was closed, light still filtered into the room around the frilly curtain.  The room was quiet, save for the sounds of three boys suc-kling and one boy quietly sniffling.  His bottle was tossed into a corner and he was curled up into as much of a ball as his thick nappies would allow.  The others seemed to accept what was going on so willingly, it scared him.  It was like looking at his future.  A part of himself tried to make it all seem okay, he didn’t want to be unhappy, after all.  At least with this life, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything.  He would never be tired.  He didn’t even need to worry about making choices.  But none of that seemed to win out over the pervading sense that all was lost.

After a while, the other boys seemed to have fallen asleep.  Jeremy was still awake.  When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked up.  It was one of the nannies, come to check on her young charges.  She saw Jeremy was still awake in an instant.  The look of disapproval on her face was not a pretty sight for him.  She strode over to him and, in a harsh whisper, pushed the bottle into his mouth, “Drink up, baby!  Unless you want a trip over Nanny’s lap, after nap time!”

The bottle tasted as icky as it always did, but as he got into a rhythm of suc-king and swallowing, he could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier.  The last thing he heard, as he drifted off to sleep, was his nanny telling him nap time would get easier, once he was used to it.  She smiled and pulled his blanket up over him, after poking a finger through the leg hole to check him.

[pierrylouys]

So happy !!! Wonderful chapter ! Really love this story

[SissyShellyDC]

This story is wonderful.  I hope things get better for you, Ahiru.  Thank you for taking the time to share.

[sweet baby katie]

Wonderful story.  Has many possible futures, all sweet.

[EcchiNemi]

Great story <3
Is this story finished or might there be a continuation in the future? :)

[Ahiru]

This is another short chapter, but it finishes on a slight cliffhanger for you all.  I promise I won't make you wait long for more.
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The days blend into weeks, the weeks blend into months and the months blend into years.  The longer Jeremy endured the mundane monotony of his new life, the more he found himself slipping into what they had forced him to become.  Much to his horror, he was the sweet sissy baby who gave people sweet kisses, prided himself on his terrible crayon drawings and he even found himself getting cranky if he didn’t get his afternoon nap.  He still got pulled over a lap from time to time, but nowhere near as often as those first few months of hell.  Jeremy was ashamed of what he had become.

Babysitters and nursemaids came and left over the years.  He still burned with shame whenever they treated him like this was the life he was always meant to live.  He tried not to get too attached to each girl who came from St Helen’s, not after Lilly.  She went off to university and started a life he knew he would never experience.

One Saturday, while he was taking his afternoon nap, his mother heard a knock at the door.  Rather than being surprised, she smiled and eagerly went to greet her expected visitors.  Standing at the door was a plump woman of her age with a cheerful and experienced smile.  At her side was, of all people, an older and more mature Lilly!

“Hello Mrs James, it is so good to see you!  Did you have trouble finding the place?  And Miss Lilly, my, aren’t you looking so grown up and mature!  I remember when Jeremy first met you.”

Mrs James stepped into the doorway and started to unbutton her coat, “We had no trouble at all, deary, you have a lovely home here and I hear you have a very sweet son.  Where is the sweet cherub?”

Lilly stepped in behind her mother and smiles sweetly, “He’s probably having his afternoon nap, Mother, sissies such as him get awfully cranky if he doesn’t get his afternoon nap.  Can I peek in and look at him, Mrs Wakeling?”

“I’m sure your mother would like a look too, Lilly.  If we’re all very quiet, I don’t see why not.”

The trio crept down the hall, the two visitors stepped with restrained excitement at seeing the pathetic sissybaby again.  When they reached the nursery door, his mother opened it and then stepped aside.  That frilly feminine room was revealed and in it’s overly frilly cot lay a boy fast asleep and oblivious to his audience.  His dummy bobbed in and out of his mouth rhythmically, a steady line of drool trickled down his cheek and onto the satin sheet he lay on, babies didn’t get pillows.  Although most of him was under the silk quilted eiderdown, his very plump nappied bottom stuck out of the side, already soaked.  His curls were even easier to see, after years of having his hair grow out and his pale and blemish free skin would make any girl jealous.

None of the women spoke a word.  Lilly checked his nappy and when she found it wet, she nodded to the others with a knowing smile.  Having seen what they wanted, they all filed out of the room and down to the dining room for a coffee and a chat.

“Does he really have no control?”  Mrs James asked, while moving to sit in a chair, “Even when Lilly told me of the babies, I couldn’t quite believe it.”

“He has none whatsoever.  Even if I ever wanted to potty train him, he will never be ready for it.  It would be setting him up for failure.”  Mrs Wakeling replied, while getting a pot of coffee ready, “And how are you going, Lilly?  I heard you passed your studies with honours, that is a very commendable effort.”

“Yes, I’ve gotten several job offers from some larger banks, as a result.  Mother thinks I should make them wait a year to recruit me, she said you had a proposition for me?”

Mrs Wakeling sat down with the coffee pot, the mugs and other required items were already laid out, “Yes, I do, but allow me to start at the beginning.  You see, Jeremy comes from a very special family…”