As Gary sat in his high chair awaiting his bottle, he tried to look as cute as possible. He figured he now had a head start given his ultra sissy outfit. He looked in the mirror and saw how his face was framed by his bonnet and how only his eyes and nose could be seen above the large soother. He suc-ked firmly on it making sure it could be seen moving in and out. He looked at his legs in their pink tights and kicked them about a little to actually draw attention to them.
He had to turn his head to look at the other boys because the bonnet only let him see directly in front. He definitely looked cuter. His legs were pushed very obviously farther apart than the others by his thicker nappy. His frilly bloomers could be clearly seen even with the tray pulled down in front of him. He was easily the sissiest. Then he thought of the millions watching and he wet himself again.
Because he was only being changed when he was soiled he tried to do more number 2’s. But it wasn’t so easy. The others would look on in amusement as he spent ages on his hands and knees obviously trying to squeeze a poo out. He could do with some of that prune juice now but would they give him any?
The eight boys did their best to act like perfect babies for the whole week, despite the knowledge that millions were watching. They all reckoned that the damage was done by now and their only goal was to be freed.
On the eve of the vote they all felt under intense pressure. When his nanny took his empty bowl away after his feeding Gary examined himself in the mirror to make sure he looked as cute as possible. She had forgotten to insert his soother so he pretended to eagerly stuff it into his mouth and started suc-king. His bloomers were hidden beneath the tray so he twisted about in his high-chair as much as the straps would allow him. He managed to turn enough so that a few rows of frilly lace were visible.
When his nanny came back he went “Mmmmmm” and pointed at the biggest prettiest dolly in his play-pen. She said something in her language as if she didn’t understand. He made a sad face, slapped his mittens on his tray in mock-frustration and pointed firmly at the dolly. She smiled, fetched the dolly and handed it to him. He snatched it from her and held it close to his chest as if he had saved his dolly from a terrible fate and then he rocked her from side to side.
He looked at his reflection. He really did look like a pathetic sissy baby girl. The pressure got to him and he started crying. He shuddered, he cried so hard. Please, please get me out of here, he begged silently. He took a peek at the mirror, realised that this was probably doing him no harm with the viewing public. He looked up so his moist eyes could be clearly seen.
The nanny came back, wondering what he was crying about. She said something, sniffed the air to see if he needed changing, shrugged and walked off.
The next day as they waited for the result of the vote, the six boys in baby dresses were strapped into their high-chairs. They all clutched dollies and teddies anxiously. The two boys in rompers walked up and down in front of them.
The man came in with a clipboard. A red light flashed on the board. They all turned and looked at the boy who had wet himself. He sniffled and suc-ked on his soother. “It’ll have to wait”, the man told him.
“The baby who has been voted to leave the Big Brother Brat Camp is…… Alex!” Alex jumped up and down. His nanny took him by the hand to lead him out of the nursery. She unbuckled his mittens as they went. He turned and sneered at the seven boys who were condemned to remain.
The man continued to announce the order that the other boys came in which would determine their attire for the next week. A couple of boys rose or dropped a place in the ranks. Todd was the lucky one to get the blue romper. As each one was called out Gary became more anxious. Surely he had been a more convincing sissy baby than the others.
When it was down to two Gary twisted anxiously in his high-chair. As the other boy was led out, Gary burst into tears again. Another week in this hugely frilly baby dress, in the lacey bloomers and pink tights. As he cried an awkward thought came to him. What if they voted to keep him this way precisely BECAUSE he was the most convincing sissy baby?
This was a confusing thought. What was he supposed to do? He looked at his tear-stained face in the middle of his bonnet and realised that he really had no choice. If it was a case of trying to be the least sissy or the most sissy there was only one he was going to achieve.
He rubbed his wet eyes with his mittens. When he pulled them away the man was standing in front of him tut-tutting. His nanny stood with her arms crossed. The man said something in the foreign language and the nanny proceed to free Gary from the high-chair.
She led him to the changing table and started the routine for changing. She took off his booties and bloomers, rolled down his tights, removed his bonnet and dress. She dropped his heavily soaked nappy in the bucket and proceeded to clean him.
He lay on his tummy while she wiped his bottom. When he went to turn back, she placed a hand firmly on his back and held him there. He gave a puzzled frown as he heard another nanny wheel something into the room.