Debt Collector by DaraJaney

[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 8 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/6/2006 10:35:31 [-04]



His mother came to visit more regularly. She clearly loved to baby him. Frank became more and more consumed by his new life. He had to accept that there was nothing he could do but make the best of it and be a good little baby girl. At least that way he got occasional treats instead of torments.



He had even become quite used to being brought out in public. Jenny regularly wheeled him down to the local park. She would head for the playground. Of course Frank wasn’t allowed onto any of the swings or slides but she would tie his harness to the surrounding fence where he could watch the children playing as he clutched his dolly. Jenny would sit nearby reading her book.



While the children gradually became more used to the spectacle of the teenage boy in a baby dress, they could never fully resist teasing about it. The worst were the smallest children, especially those only out of nappies themselves. He would have to endure a four-year old asking him in a snide way – “do you still have to wear nappies?” Frank knew he was required to nod in confirmation. “I don’t, ‘cause I’m a big boy now not a little baby like you.”



Sometimes Jenny would get really absorbed in her book and Frank would be waiting there too long. If he wet himself he would have to cry to attract her attention. The kids would all gather around in delight. “Jenny! Baby Frank has a wet nappy.” One of them would probably sniff around his bottom to see if he was more than just wet.



Occasionally, if there were no other children on the roundabout, Jenny might let him stand on it, clinging as best he could to the bars, while she gently moved it around very slowly. The kids would laugh at the pathetic s***d Jenny would go at. “Faster, faster,” they would shout. “Now you know what might happen if he gets too excited”, Jenny would remind them. This would bring screams of laughter from the kids who would run away shouting “he might poop in his nappy!”



He was only sick once. Julia rang the doctor to see if he made house calls. Despite Frank’s fervent prayers, alas he didn’t and Frank was propelled in the push-chair to the doctor’s surgery where he had to sit for an hour among loads of adults making mock-baby noises at him and loads of children teasing him about his nappy and frilly dress. He just suc-ked on his dummy and tried to show disdain for them.



An elderly lady next to him flicked the plastic animals strung across in front of him in the pushchair. He knew he was supposed to play along if he didn’t want stewed prunes so he batted the toys and made them rattle. The children all laughed at this. One child kept hiding behind the pushchair, jumping out in front shouting “***p-oh” which greatly amused everyone except Frank.



When he finally got to see the doctor, it was thought he was running a temperature. The doctor asked Julia to take off his nappy. He told Frank to turn over, presumably looking for nappy rash or something. The doctor walked around in front of Frank and said “I must take his temperature.” Frank was ready to open his mouth to facilitate this but to his surprise the doctor walked down by his side and suddenly Frank felt something being inserted in his bottom! His head jerked up in shock but he was otherwise frozen in position (he even stopped suc-king on his dummy) as the doctor held the thermometer there for the requisite time. Frank was never so relieved to get his nappy back on.



After six months news came through that Frank’s father had disappeared. Nobody knew if the money lenders had finally caught up with him or if he had gone into hiding. A further month passed without any news. Julia decided that there was no longer much point in keeping Frank as a baby. The main target of her plan was no longer around to torment. She spoke to his mother about it. She came to be there on the morning that Frank was to be freed.



He looked up from his cot as the two women walked into his room. “We’ve a nice surprise for you,” Julia told him. His mother was carrying a pair of trousers and a shirt. “We can finally let you out of your nappies and baby dresses.”



Frank’s face brightened instantly. At last! Julia took the dummy from his mouth. “You won’t be needing that anymore.” Frank watched uncertainly as she placed it on the table. That was a bit sudden. His mother went to take the doll he was holding. She was surprised to meet some resistance before he let her take it. The smile had now gone from his face. He was wondering was all this really necessary?

[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 9 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/7/2006 20:57:55 [-04]



Frank was driven home by his mother the next day. His special furniture came afterwards in a van. When he looked into his bedroom, his old bed had been removed. The wardrobe had been emptied of his boy’s clothes. His study desk was gone and all the shelves had been cleared of his books and comics. The room was practically bare – ready for his special furniture. He wondered if his boy’s clothes had been stored away somewhere or had they been disposed of altogether.



The van arrived and his cot, play-pen and high-chair were all moved into his room. His mother carried in his dresses and hung them in the wardrobe. His panties, bonnets, tights etc. were tucked into drawers.



When the van was gone he toddled into the lounge. His push-chair was there. He was not pleased to see this. They did not have a big garden and the only possible use for the pushchair was to bring him out on the streets. It was only then that he realised that he was probably going to have to face a whole new neighbourhood of people who hadn’t seen him dressed in nappies and baby dresses before. And these people knew him from before.



All of his school friends would probably see him. He knew they would be merciless in their taunting. He remembered the day he turned up for school in old trousers that were too tight on him and thought of the torment visited on him that day. If they saw him dressed as a baby girl, there was no way he would ever be able to go back to that school. He thought ruefully that there seemed to be little chance of that anyway the way things were going.



His mother put him into the high-chair for his first feeding since coming home. She gave him a baby bottle of warm milk and he held it up himself and started suc-king. When he was finished that, she spoon-fed him his lunch of pureed vegetables. She hadn’t bothered putting his hands in mittens. He just accepted being spoon-fed now anyway. He never tried to get out of his cot or pen either. He was completely compliant with his status as a baby.



His mother had acquired some more baby paraphernalia such as a baby monitor and nursery rhyme tapes. She had recovered some of her old dolls and these were placed in his cot and pen.



The next morning, his mother took out his pink gingham dress. “This is your favourite isn’t it?” He nodded. “OK”, she said throwing it over his head, “you’ll want to look your best for your first outing.”



He tried to stop her putting the dress on him as a protest against being brought out in public. “Now, now, what’s wrong?” He gave her a cross look. “You can’t stay in the house all the time,” she told him, “you’re going to have to go out sometime and anyway I can’t leave you home alone when I need to go out.” She zipped him in despite his grumpy look.



She opened a drawer and took out a pair of pink tights. He groaned through his dummy. “You’ll have to wear tights if you’re going outside, your dress doesn’t do anything to cover your legs.” Who was she telling?



It may have seemed churlish to argue about being put in tights given the pink baby dress and obvious nappy he was wearing but he knew well by now that people would pick on every single mortifying aspect of his appearance. He could have asked her to put him in the marginally less embarrassing white tights but he was unused to speaking now. His frilly panties were pulled up over his tights and as soon as his bonnet and booties were on, he was strapped into the pushchair. His mother handed him a doll and he cradled it in his right arm.



He braced himself as she opened the front door. It never occurred to him that he could easily open the release on his straps with no mittens on. It wasn’t until they met the first lady on the street that he realised that it looked so much more damning without his mittens. At least when they were strapped on his hands people might realise that he was forced to dress like this. But now people could see that he wasn’t resisting being dressed as a baby girl.



He started crying when he realised this. “Oh what’s wrong with the poor baba?” the lady asked mockingly. Frank suc-ked hard on his dummy which made her laugh. His mother pressed on and he realised that he was about to be exposed as a big sissy baby in front of the whole neighbourhood but there was nothing much he could do about it now.



It wasn’t long before they encountered a school friend of Frank’s. Tommy saw the big baby from some distance and was clearly intrigued. Frank was never so mortified but he didn’t realise that Tommy had yet to recognise who was dressed in the pink dress and frilly panties.



He was grinning from ear to ear as the pushchair came nearer. Then he recognised Frank’s mother and you could see the puzzled look on his face as he looked again at the big baby. “Are you not going to say hello to Frank?” she asked in case he was still in any doubt. Tommy’s jaw dropped. He looked at the pink dress, at the frilly panties and the way they bulged over what was obviously a nappy. He looked hard at the face behind the dummy and, despite the bonnet and dangling sausage curls, eventually made out the face of his school friend.



Tommy bent over laughing as he tried to take in the pink tights, the booties. He managed to point as he held his sides. “It’s Frank!” he splurted. Frank squirmed in the pushchair.



That was it. Word was out now. He could never face any of his friends ever again. The tragedy was that he would have to – every day, on his way to the shops or the park.



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[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 10 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/11/2006 19:32:58 [-04]

Another day his mother wheeled him down to the pond in the park. She handed him some stale bread to throw to the ducks. Another lady came along holding a little girl by the hand. “My goodness! Look at the big baby!” the mother said. The little girl looked at Frank blankly.

“How old is she?” the mother asked somewhat incredulously. “HE – is sixteen,” his mother announced proudly. “What !?!” The little girl looked up at her mother in confusion. “Oh my God! I can’t even get her to wear a skirt and look at him! Where did you get the dress … and the panties and bonnet?”

“It was his Aunt put him back in nappies,” his mother told her. “She had a selection of baby dresses made for him.” Frank continued throwing bread to the ducks, trying not to get too upset about this unwanted attention.

“And why did she put him back in nappies?” the woman asked, clearly intrigued. “It’s a long story,” his mother answered, unwilling to go into her husband’s embarrassing addiction. But she was not so inhibited in detailing every excruciatingly mortifying aspect of Frank’s predicament. “He can’t do without his nappies now anyway.”

“You mean he has lost control of his toilet?” she probed. His mother nodded. “That’s funny because Melanie here is just out of nappies. Aren’t you dear?” The little girl nodded proudly and looked pitifully at Frank.

“Is he wearing cloth nappies?” the lady continued. “They seem to be quite thick.”

“Yes,” his mother confirmed. “They’re fine really. The elasticated plastic panties keep everything in OK.” Frank had run out of bread. He had nothing to distract him now from the embarrassing conversation and he started to sniffle.

“Where did you get the pink tights?”

“I don’t know where his Aunt got them but she got a dozen pairs. So he doesn’t have to worry about running out of them for some time,” his mother teased.

The lady turned to the little girl. “Doesn’t he look pretty? Especially those frilly panties.” The girl grimaced and the women laughed. Frank suc-ked on his dummy. “I’ve managed to wean her off the S-O-O-T-H-E-R just recently,” the lady confided in his mother. “Oh I’m afraid Frank can’t do without his at all now. He gets quite cranky if he doesn’t have it.” There were tears running down his face now. How could she?

“We’d better be going,” his mother said. “He usually wets himself about now so I don’t want to be too far from home when he does.”

The woman laughed. “Is he that regular?”

“Well he gets his bottle every four hours so that usually keeps him going.” The woman was laughin****controllably now. Her daughter was still puzzled by the amazing sight.

“Do you come down here every day?” the lady asked. His mother confirmed this. “Will we come back tomorrow and see the big baby again?” she asked the little girl. She nodded.

“Bye, bye,” Frank’s mother said, “see you tomorrow. Frank! Wave to the little girl.” Frank obeyed half-heartedly, knowing he wouldn’t be wheeled away until he did. The lady smiled at his obedience. As he was wheeled away he was sure he heard the lady say “poor thing!” but it was followed by a snigger.

They were now a bit later than usual. Frank froze when he heard a familiar sound from his past life. It was the unmistakable sound of children rushing out from school. He realised that he was about to be surrounded by all the kids from his school.

A dozen or so children emerged from the school gate. Frank twisted around in the pushchair and gave his mother a pleading look. If she didn’t take evasive action quickly, he was about to have the most embarrassing moment of his life – and some of his recent experiences would take some topping.

“Oh look it’s your friends,” she exclaimed. Frank flopped back in his push-chair. She was obviously going to propel him into the middle of this. That familiar warm feeling spread around his nappy.

One of the kids pointed towards him. “Hey! That must be Frank, the big sissy baby we heard about!” They ran towards him. He was still filling his nappy with warm ***. He instinctively tried to push his petticoats down to hide his frilly panties and nappy but it was pointless. “Look at his frilly knickers,” someone shouted. “He really is wearing a nappy!”

He was now surrounded by kids. “Does he really do everything in his nappy?” one of them asked his mother. She smiled and nodded. For once it appeared that she wasn’t going to elaborate. But then she added, “he hasn’t used the bathroom for more than six months now.” Frank cringed. He suc-ked on his dummy. “Ha, ha! He’s suc-king on his dummy!”

“Does he even do his shi … eh … number 2s in his nappy?” They all laughed. “Of course he does,” his mother confirmed.

It seemed like they were there for hours as the kids quizzed his mother on all the details. “Yes, I do bottle and spoon feed him. Yes, he does sleep in a cot. No, he doesn’t have any boy’s clothes anymore, just his baby dresses.” Frank swung around in shock when she confirmed this. The kids laughed. Tears started streaming down his face. He realised that his mother regarded this situation as permanent – or at least very long term.

“Oh the big baba is crying,” they taunted him. He suc-ked shamelessly on his dummy. He just didn’t care anymore. He wanted to get home to the safety of his cot.

“I think he may be wet,” his mother suggested. “Is your nappy wet dear?” The kids were in hysterics now. He didn’t deny it. “I’d better get him changed,” his mother said and finally pushed on.

A group of girls he recognised as being in the year behind him followed. “If you ever want someone to baby sit him, let us know,” one of them offered and she laughed along with the others. “Actually, I was hoping to go out on Friday night,” his mother said. Frank squeezed his wet eyes shut in frustration.

The girls were excited at the prospect. “Really? Can we baby sit him then?”

“What? All of you?” his mother asked.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“You might have to change a poopy nappy,” she warned them. They laughed and poked each other. One of them eventually recovered enough to say “we’re all experienced baby-sitters and used to changing nappies.”

His mother thought about this. “But do you know how to pin on a cotton nappy? He’s not wearing disposables.” The girls were in a heap laughing again. “No, we’ve never come across them before.”

“Never mind,” his mother said and Frank hoped for a reprieve. “I can show you all when you come over.” They jumped up and down with excitement.

“See you Friday, Frank!” They all went running and laughing down the street.

[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 11 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/14/2006 11:17:35 [-04]

On Friday evening eight girls turned up to baby-sit! "My goodness," his mother said, "it's not usually so easy to find baby-sitters."

They were shown into Frank's room where they found him sitting in his playpen. They were amazed at the furnishings. "Wow! It's just like a real nursery. He's got a big cot and a big high-chair and everything."

Frank had a very grumpy look on his face. He was obviously not pleased to see so many of them turn up. "Poor baba doesn't look very happy," one of the girls observed. How could he be happy in this situation? But there was another reason for his grumpiness. "He wet himself about an hour ago but I decided to wait until you were all here before changing him so I can demonstrate," his mother told them.

The girls were clearly excited at the prospect of seeing Frank have his nappy changed. His mother let him out of the pen and he waddled over to the changing table. "Hee, hee. Look at the way he walks!"

He sat up on the changing table and all of the girls gathered around. Frank wanted to die there and then. His mother took off his dress. He raised his bottom without needing to be told (sniggers) and she pulled down his frilly panties. "You can see the way the plastic panties are elasticized, girls." His mother ran her finger around the elasticized leg. "Keeps everything in." There was more tittering.

She carefully removed the plastic panties and dropped them in a bucket. The nappy was thoroughly soaked. The girls tried not to laugh too much but it was difficult. He had such a wounded look on his face as he lay back suc-king the dummy trying to forget the fact that there were eight younger girls watching him have his nappy changed.

His mother took out the pins and he lifted his bottom again while she took off his nappy. There was more tittering now as his privates were exposed to all. She took a baby-wipe and started to wipe him down. "You've shaved all his hair off there," one of them noticed.

"Yes. We use a cream. It's important that he is smooth and hairless all around his bottom. Turn over, dear."

With his bottom wiped, his mother picked up the powder. "Can I do that?" Kim asked.

"Sure," his mother replied. Frank looked over his shoulder to see the girl take the powder. She was smiling broadly. The girls all tittered loudly while she shook powder on Frank's bottom and started spreading it around. She laughed herself silly while doing it.

When she had done his bottom she asked him to turn over again. He didn't move. He had a hard-on. "Come on," she said and when he didn't move she slapped his bottom lightly. Several girls were doubled over laughing now.

His mother instructed him to turn over and Frank gave in. Kim put her hand to her mouth when she saw his erection. "Frank!" his mother shouted. She took the powder, briskly shook it over his gradually reducing ***** and reached for the cotton nappy. He co-operated fully, anxious for once to get the nappy on to cover his embarrassment.

His mother relaxed once she had him wrapped in the nappy. "Now as you can see, you pull the nappy up between his legs and pin it at the front like this. Then you pull on a clean pair of plastic panties. Make sure that all of the nappy is tucked inside the elasticized legs and waist. And voila!"

"Now, do you want to dress him while I get ready to go out," she asked. "Yes, can we pick a dress?" a girl asked excitedly.

"Sure, his wardrobe is over there. His panties, bonnets and booties are in the drawers over there."

The girls scampered across to pick an outfit while his mother went off. "It's full of nothing but frilly baby dresses," Kim said when they opened the wardrobe. They were amazed at the selection. Each one was taken out and held up. They inspected the petticoats and lace trims.

Frank observed from the changing table, worried which one they would pick. As he suspected they were most attracted to the peach taffeta dress. It was such a bright color. When Kim held it up a big grin spread across her face. "Which one do you think is prettiest, Frank?" she asked. Then she noticed the grimace that he made on seeing the peach dress. "I think this is definitely his favorite," she said. The girls looked at his expression and laughed. "Definitely!"

Another girl found the matching bloomers. They were about to make him step into them when one of the girls shouted, "wait!" She held up a pair of white tights. Frank groaned. It wasn't fair. He only needed them if he was going outside. She saw the look on his face and that was it. "We HAVE to put these on him," she declared.

When his mother came back into the room she stopped with a jolt. They had tied little ribbons at the end of each of his sausage curls. She suspected one of them had given his cheeks a little blush but maybe it was natural. She smiled. "Oh, he looks adorable."

"Now, he must be in his cot by nine, girls. Make sure he gets his bottle before you put him down. He might resist it because it makes him wet himself during the night." There was widespread tittering again.

"Do you have to get up and change him every night?"

"Well, usually. But more often now he wets himself in his sleep and doesn't wake me. I'll have to start putting him in double thickness nappies at night. He's becoming so used to wetting himself now he'll probably sleep through it every night soon." The girls all turned and looked at him. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Right, well I'm off," his mother announced. With that she left the room and he heard the front door close. The girls were all standing around him in a circle, looking at him. He knew they were wondering what they could do next.

[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 12 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/16/2006 09:04:04 [-04]

Now that his mother was gone they were much less inhibited in their comments. "What a big sissy baby," Kim said, "peeing and pooping in his nappy, flouncing around the place in frilly dresses and panties."

"Ah don't be too hard on the poor baba," one of the others interrupted, "he doesn't have any choice, does he? His Mummy wants to keep him as a sissy baby."

"What do you mean?" Kim countered, "he can take off that dress anytime he wants but he doesn't because he loves dressing in sissy dresses. Don't you?" Frank looked cross and shook his head. He wanted to argue with them and protest that he didn't want to be a sissy baby but what was the point? He just suc-ked on his dummy.

"I know!" one of them said. "I'll go home and get my camera. We can take lots of photos of him and show them around at school." Frank looked so upset when he heard this but that only made her more determined. He decided he would have to try to control his reactions because it only encouraged them if they saw he was dreading something. But it was hard to look anything but utterly downcast at the prospect of having photos of oneself wearing a nappy and baby dress handed around the whole school. She returned in five minutes with a digital camera. "This is great," she said. "We can post pictures on the web and everything." Frank's eyes started watering. "Quick, get one of him crying," Kim urged her. This only made him more upset and soon tears were streaming down his face. The camera flashed several times.

He was brought over to the high chair. Each of them wanted to be photographed giving him his bottle. Then Kim looked in the refrigerator and asked if he would like some ice cream. He was surprised at this. He would love some ice cream. The tears stopped for a moment and he nodded. Kim came over with a tub of chocolate ice cream. Frank started to get excited. "Better get a bib," Kim instructed. A quick rummage through the drawers was enough to find a selection of bibs. "Which one will we put on him, the one with the Care-Bears or the one with the Teletubbies?" Once the Teletubbies bib was on, Kim took the spoon to the ice cream. She took a big scoop and held it up to Frank. He opened wide but she smeared it all around his mouth. The girls laughed at Frank's dirty face and the camera flashed several times again. Hardly any ice cream actually made it into his mouth. He tried to lick around his mouth as much as he could. He thought about wiping it off with the back of his hands but that would probably only make things worse.

The girls were in hysterics as Kim smeared more ice cream on his face, despite his desperate attempts to close his mouth over the spoon. Kim had to put the ice cream down she was laughing so much. Poor Frank had barely got a taste at all - only enough to frustrate him.

One of the girls realized that there was a little milk left in the baby bottle and she squirted it around his mouth so that it dribbled down his chin. The camera flashed again.

Frank started crying in frustration. They were so mean. He cried so hard they began to feel guilty. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Oh give him his dummy," Kim said. His dummy was pushed into his mouth and he gradually calmed down. The crying died down to a whimper and the odd sniffle. "God! The soother actually works on him!" Kim observed, looking at the others in disbelief. Then they all started laughing and the tears started to flow again.

"Alright! Alright!" Kim tried to calm him. "We'll let you sit in the pen and play with your dolls." She swung back the tray on the high chair and he hopped down. She led him over to the playpen by the hand. Frank dried his eyes with his free hand.

He sat down with a bump, knowing well by now that the thick nappy would cushion his landing. A couple of girls tittered. "Now play with your dolls," the girl with the camera instructed. Much to her surprise, he did as he was told and picked up the Raggedy Ann doll. She started clicking. "You should take some shots of the whole room," Kim suggested, "so that people can see how he lives totally like a real baby girl." She must have taken a hundred shots altogether. Frank in the pen. Kneeling in the cot clutching the bars. Lying down in the cot looking out through the bars. Hugging his dolls. They even made him curtsey.

"Take the shots from a low angle so that we can see his nappy and frilly panties clearly," Kim said at one point. The girl with the camera replied: "there's no need really. His dress is so short and flared they can be seen clearly anyway."

They kept him up past his usual nine o'clock bedtime. He actually found now that he had become used to his long night and afternoon naps and if he didn't get his usual sleep, he became grumpy. They were hoping that he would wet himself again so that they could change him but he held out. They eventually put him in his cot at ten. But Kim insisted on reading him a fairy tale. When that was done she told him to lie down. He looked troubled. "Is something wrong?" she asked him. He just looked at her with a grumpy face. He was too embarrassed to say.

She followed his line of sight. He was looking at the dummy which was on the tray of the high chair. "Oh you want your dummy?" she blurted and they all laughed. "The poor baba can't sleep without his dum-dum"; she teased as she held the dummy up to his mouth. He was mortified but still opened his mouth for her to insert it. "There we are. Alright now dear?" she asked. He nodded and lay back in the cot. Kim turned on the tape of nursery rhymes and they exaggeratedly tiptoed out of the room, tittering and shushing all the time.

They all went home now that the fun was over except one of them. He woke when his mother came in the door and heard whispering outside his door. "Was he OK?" his mother asked.

"Good as gold," the girl replied. "You can call on us anytime you want a baby-sitter for him."

"That's great," his mother replied. "My friends tonight were talking about starting a book club to meet every Friday. Do you think between you all you'd be able to baby-sit every week? Frank winced in the cot.

"I'm sure that will be no problem," the girl replied and she sniggered.

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Debt Collector - Part 13 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/17/2006 19:51:47 [-04]

On the following Friday ten girls arrived to baby-sit Frank. Almost as soon as his mother was gone to her book club, Kim offered him some ice cream. He just glared at her, remembering that she smeared most of it on his face the previous week. Kim fetched the ice cream from the kitchen anyway. She came in with a bowl and they put Frank in the high chair. This time she spooned it cleanly into his mouth. He eagerly devoured the whole bowlful. He could see the girls trying not to laugh. He wondered what were they up to.

He was put in the pen and they made him play with some of the toys. He wearily obliged. At least this week they seemed to have tired of making him look like a complete sissy baby.

Within an hour, though, his tummy started to rumble. It was quickly followed by movement further down. He really didn't want to soil himself in front of the girls but he knew that he retained control over his number twos and could usually hold out until the most convenient time.

A loud fart emerged that surprised him as much as anyone else. The girls tittered and looked at each other knowingly. The look on Frank's face when he realized that he was about to poo uncontrollably in front of the girls was priceless. Within seconds there was a very loud fart and an unmistakable sound of gushing. Frank was horrified. The girls burst out laughing. He realized that they must have put something in the ice cream to make him do this.

The girls were afraid to go near him. Frank was sitting in shock feeling the mess ooze around his nappy. There was more gushing. The smell reached the girls. Their reaction was a mixture of disgust and hilarity. Frank started to cry.

"Get his dummy quick," Kim instructed, when she recovered from laughing. One of the girls found the dummy and held it at arms length as she edged towards Frank trying not to get an inch closer than she absolutely had to. Frank accepted the dummy but even it made little impact on his crying.

Eventually two girls mustered up enough courage to get close enough to help Frank to his feet. They brought him to the changing table as the other girls kept their distance. Now that someone was going to have to clean him and change him, their prank didn't seem like such a good idea anymore.

He sat up on the changing table very gingerly. His mess was audibly squashed all around his nappy when he put his bum down. "Ew," the girls uttered. They looked at each other wondering who was going to do it. Frank looked at the faces with growing concern. They couldn't leave him like this.

Eventually they decided to draw straws. When a girl called Winnie pulled the short one the others all sighed in relief. Winnie looked towards Frank in horror. Frank suc-ked on his dummy with tears still rolling down his face.

Winnie inched towards him reluctantly. He lifted his bum, eager for her to start. She tentatively pulled down his frilly panties with her fingertips. They could see the brown stain on the nappy under the plastic panties. There were more "Ews," even louder now.

Winnie closed her eyes as she reached for the plastic panties. She pulled them down his legs. The smell became over-powering and she had to back off for a moment. Frank gave her a pleading look. Eventually she moved forward again and removed the plastic panties, dropping them into the bucket.

She grimaced as she reached for the nappy pins. She undid them and pulled down the front of the nappy. The mess could now be seen in all its gory detail. There were screams and a couple of girls left the room. Winnie backed off completely.

She took a minute to regain her composure before carefully pulling at the nappy and letting it fall into the bucket with a sickening splosh. She just couldn't bring herself to deal with his bottom though.

"You have to clean him up," Kim told her. "If we don't we'll never be allowed to baby-sit him again and there are lots of girls in the school who want a chance to." Winnie braced herself and set about the job. She did it all as briskly as she could. Most of the girls left the room unable to cope eventually Frank was cleaned and pinned into a clean nappy. They used nearly all of a can of air-freshener before most of the girls were prepared to come back into the room. "I don't think we're going to do that again in a hurry," Kim joked as a very disgruntled Frank was returned to his playpen.

His mother had to be told when she returned that he had made quite a mess, as she would see the evidence later. She just reckoned that he must have reacted badly to something he ate earlier and made nothing off it. She just apologized to girls for their having to deal with it and they were quite magnanimous about it. "I suppose he's starting to lose control of his number twos now as well," his mother speculated. The girls tried not to laugh at this thought. "See you next week," Kim said as they departed.

[misty]

Debt Collector - Part 14 Username: DaraJaney, Jan/19/2006 18:41:18 [-04]



One morning his mother was selecting a baby dress for him when Frank removed the dummy from his mouth and spoke. “Mummy? I know that I need to wear nappies but why do I have to spend the whole time being treated like a baby?” He reinserted his dummy.



“Well, I can send you back to school if you like. Do you want to go back to school?” she asked as she pulled the peach dress over his head. He shook his head when it emerged. He couldn’t face the tormenting he would get at school.



“Well, you can’t have it both ways. If you don’t want to go to school, then you have to stay at home and be treated like a little baby. I’m not letting you run around the place delighted that you don’t have to go to school.”



He thought about this. The dummy came out again. “But why do I have to be dressed like a baby girl?”



“Well, your Aunt spent a lot of money on all these lovely baby dresses. Your boy’s trousers wouldn’t fit over your nappies so I gave them away to a needy family. I can’t afford to buy you a whole new set of clothes.” She pulled up his matching bloomers.



Frank thought about all this as he suc-ked on his dummy and while his mother tied his bonnet under his chin. “Between your baby dresses and your baby furniture your aunt spent a lot of money so we’re not letting you go straight back to being a teenage boy.”



Frank frowned. “But how long will I have to stay like this?” he asked as he held out his skirt and petticoats.



“Well, you had another three years to go at school so I guess it we’ll be keeping you as a baby girl for that long instead.” Frank was shocked. The dummy nearly fell from his mouth but he saved it.



“Mummy, please no! Not three years!”



“Shush, now, dear,” she said as she pushed his dummy back in. He went to try to speak but she held the dummy in place. He whimpered. “Now there’s no point in complaining. It’s been decided. We’ve spent all this money on your baby things and given your boy’s clothes away. So that’s that. You just have to accept that you’re going to be a baby girl for the next three years. And then we’ll see.”



Frank’s eyebrows raised. She wasn’t even promising that he would be freed from being a baby after three years! Frank was close to tears for the rest of the day.



As he took his morning bottle he thought about the fact that he would spend the next three years suc-king from a baby bottle.



As he waddled over to his play-pen he thought about the fact that he was going to be wearing these thick cotton nappies 24-7 for over a thousand days.



As the familiar warmth of his *** spread around his nappy he thought about the fact that it would be at least three years before he would get to use a toilet again.



As his mother pulled on his tights in preparation for an outing to the park he thought about the fact that he was going to be paraded about in front of the whole town in his nappies and sissy dresses hundreds of times.



As he watched the toddlers in the playground he realised that they would progress out of nappies, into pull-ups and eventually into proper underwear while he would still be in nappies.



On the way back from the park they met a mother and son coming towards them. Frank’s mother said, “I don’t believe it! That’s Mark. The boy I gave your clothes to.” Sure enough Mark was wearing Frank’s Wrangler jeans and his striped sweater. Mark and his mother stopped to talk.



“Mark, this is the lady who gave us all those clothes,” his mother said. “Did they belong to …?” She nodded towards the boy in the baby dress. “Yes,” Frank’s mother confirmed, “as you can see he doesn’t need them anymore. He has a large collection of pretty dresses instead.” The women laughed.



Frank could see Mark looking below his dress at the bulge of the nappy. He was obviously reluctant to laugh at the boy when he had been fortunate enough to get his clothes second-hand but Frank was such a ridiculous sight, he was having difficulty keeping a straight face.



As he watched Frank waddle off in his humiliating nappies and baby dress he thought, “oh well, it’s an ill wind.”



[concluded]