Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on October 05, 2018, 01:45:15 AM
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Brian’s mum had always been talented at making clothes but it wasn’t until his father left them that she decided to see if she could make money at it. She had made several dresses and had arranged a photo shoot to put together a portfolio to show on a webpage.
She had hired a professional photographer and a 10 year old girl to model the outfits. The photo shoot was to take place at the photographer’s studio and his mum’s friend Anna drove them there.
They were setting up when his mum’s phone rang. Disaster! The model had food poisoning and her mother couldn’t find a replacement at short notice. The photographer shrugged. He and his studio were booked for the whole day. He would have to charge Brian’s mum regardless.
Brian noticed his mum looking him up and down. He became to feel uncomfortable but hadn’t realized what she was thinking. She reached into the bags and took out a sky blue dress. She walked over to him and held it up to him. “You know I think it could fit you.” Brian backed away hurriedly. “No way!” The photographer smirked. Anna took the dress from his mother and pushed it up against him again. “You know, I think it will”, she said firmly.
She took Brian’s hand and dragged him to the changing room. “Mum, no please!” She followed with the bags. “Sorry love but we have to use this time today. It will be a big waste of money and time if we don’t get it done today.”
Anna was already pulling Brian’s t-shirt over his head. His mother unbuckled his belt as his arms were tangled in the t-shirt. She pulled his trousers down. “Mum please! You’re not photographing me in a dress and putting it on the internet!”
“The photographer can photoshop them so you won’t be recognized.” Anna pulled the blue dress over his head and his mother quickly zipped him up. Brian cringed. “Please no!” But his mother was already flapping out a pair of opaque white tights and Anna pushed him down on a chair.
His mother left the room as Anna was pulling the tights up his legs and returned with a blond wig. Brian drew some consolation from the fact that it would help to disguise him. His mother pulled a wig cap over his hair and positioned the blond wig over it and clipped them together. She tugged it this way and that until it was right.
Anna took out her makeup bag and started applying foundation to his face. Then she powdered on some blusher. His mother meanwhile was strapping a pair of t-bar shoes on his feet.
The pulled him towards the mirror as his mother smoothed down the flared skirt of his dress. He looked at his reflection. The blond wig and make-up seemed to do a good job of disguising him. But he hated the dress. It had a wide lace collar and rows of frills down the front. It fitted him tightly and only went half way to his knees. He grimaced at the sight of his long legs in white tights.
His mother pulled him out of the dressing room before he could protest and brought him in to the studio. The photographer grinned at first but then gave a surprised look. Clearly he thought they had done a good job.
His mother deposited him in front of the drapes and the photographer started shooting before Brian could say anything. Anna tugged at his dress to get it to sit just right. His mother adjusted his wig slightly. The photographer barked instructions and before he knew it Brian was posing in the sky blue dress and tights and the camera clicked dozens of photos. He squirmed a little realizing that he was being photographed like this.
The photographer made him pout, hold his skirt out , twirl and walk back and forth. His mother and Anna looked on and were giggling.
It must have gone on for 30 minutes before the photographer said “ok let me check those photos now” and he went off to his studio. “Can I take this off now?” Brian pleaded holding his skirts out. “Not yet love, he may need to take a few more”. So Brian stood around in his dress trying not to look in the mirrors but unable to avoid looking at himself in the dress, tights and wig.
Eventually the photographer emerged. “OK those are fine”. Brian breathed a sigh of relief. “Next dress!” his mother announced. He winced. His torment wasn’t over. He was propelled back to the dressing room where Anna had already hung up the pink party dress. Brian cringed but was soon dressed in the flouncy creation which had layers of attached petticoats. Anna unwrapped a pair of pale pink tights. His mother tied his blond hair up with matching ribbons.
He was quickly propelled back into the studio clutching his short petticoats which rocked disconcertingly when he moved. He had to go through all the poses again. When he twirled his petticoats flew up and he desperately tried to hold them down but was sure his bottom in the pink tights must have been exposed.
After what seemed like an hour the photographer finally announced that he was off to check the photos. “Right”, his mother said. “This would be a good time to get something to eat, there’s a nice café across the road.” She saw the look of shock on Brian’s face. “Sorry sweetie you’ll have to come as you are, he may need more shots of that dress.”
“Please mum no!” he begged as she held him firmly by the elbow with Anna joining her on the other side to brook no resistance. He continued pleading until the door to the street was opened and then realized that further begging would only attract attention.
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Fantastic. Ty!
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DJ continues to spoil us with more. What did we do to deserve you, DJ? You are a treasure.
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Brian was pushed out on the street wearing the pink dress and powder pink tights and the door behind clicked shut. There was no way back for him. He desperately pushed his petticoats down as far as possible feeling the cool air circulating up under his dress. He cringed as he realized just how attention-grabbing his pink dress was. But his mother was leading him across the road.
He was mortified when the lady on the café complemented him on his pretty dress. His mother nudged him pointedly and he tried to smile and say thank you. He attracted a lot of attention in the shop for his out-of-place pink party dress with petticoats. He realized he was going to have to act like a girl as best he could. He didn’t want people realizing that he was a boy in a pink dress.
His mother pushed him towards a booth and he tried to slide across. But his petticoats caught in the narrow space and he had to stand up gather his petticoats and try again. This time he succeeded in sliding across but spent ages trying to smooth out his petticoats under his bottom and then over his lap.
He couldn’t get out of there quickly enough but had to cross the now very busy street, once again attracting lots of attention in his eye-catching outfit. He was actually relieved to be back in the studio.
Anna took the next dress out. He recognized it immediately as a communion dress – all white with lots of lacey trimmings and layers of pink and white petticoats. He cringed yet again. Then his mother pulled out the veil and white gloves and he sighed heavily.
He walked quite gingerly into the studio in the communion dress, his veil fluttering behind him. He was now wearing lace-patterned white tights and white shoes. The photographer tried not to laugh too much as Brian stood there, his white-gloved hands pressed together in a praying action while his mother and Anna fussed over his veil and petticoats. The photographer had a thought and went off to the costume and props room.
He returned with a white lacey parasol and white clutch purse. Brian had to pose with the parasol propped over his shoulder and clutching the purse in his other hand. His mother was delighted with the look. Brian wanted to die.
“Only one more dress”, his mother tried to reassure him as he was waiting in the communion dress for the all clear from the photographer. He couldn’t wait for the ordeal to be over.
The last dress was laid out in the changing room when he went in. It was a bo-peep style flower girl’s dress. He froze as he walked in the door. The dress had big puffed sleeves and lots of ruffles around the hem. Then he saw the matching bonnet which was resting on a wig holder. He was puzzled to see draped from a hangar what looked like a pair of very frilly trousers.
Despite his protests he was soon pushed in front of the mirror wearing the dress with the bonnet tied firmly under his chin. He looked gloomily at the frilly pantaloons that projected beneath the petticoats of his dress. A basket of flowers was pushed into his hands.
Everyone in the studio tried to avoid laughing too much but their amusement was obvious. He stood posing in his bo-peep flower girl’s dress looking out through the lacey frills of his bonnet and trying to push his petticoats down to conceal as many rows of lace on his pantaloons as possible. He realized now what his mother had done.
If she had given him this dress to wear first, he would have run a mile. But she put him in the least sissy sky blue dress first. Then she upped the ante with the pink party dress and pink tights. He would never have worn the Communion dress with veil and lacey tights first off but had been deliberately prepared for it with the sissy pink party dress. And then the parasol and clutch purse were foisted on him at the last minute.
So here he was mincing around in a pink flower girl’s dress clutching a basket of flowers with his mother constantly adjusting his bonnet and fluffing out the lacey frills on his pantaloons so that they would be prominent in the photographs.
He could see that Anna was looking thoughtful which made him worry. How much worse could this get? She held a whispered conversation with his mother while he desperately tried to get out of the bonnet, dress and pantaloons as quickly as possible. But nothing seemed to come of whatever they were discussing and he was much relieved to be back in trousers at last.
Later it was mentioned that Anna was going to a friend’s wedding the following day and her friend had invited them to come as she’d had a couple of late cancellations.
Brian had no interest in going to a wedding but had little choice as his mum clearly was keen to go. The following morning they drove a couple of hours to the hotel where Anna had a room booked for changing into her wedding outfit.
His mother hung his suit carrier on the back of the door. “Now off you go and have a shower.” He did as he was told and returned with just the towel around his waist. Anna was there which made him feel awkward, almost naked.
His mother sat him on the side of the bed. He clutched the towel around himself carefully. “Anna had a very nice thought to help make her friend’s wedding day very special. You see, she had no little sister or niece to act as flowergirl but really a wedding isn’t complete without one.” Anna walked over to his suit holder, let it unfold to its full length and unzipped it. The flower girl’s dress from the photoshoot burst out of the cover.
Brian’s jaw dropped. He looked at the dress in disbelief. Did they really mean …? He looked at his mother. She was looking at the dress and smiling and then she looked at him. He jumped up. “What? No way! You can’t be serious.”
His mother took a pair of white lace-trimmed panties and came towards him. Anna took the dress out of the cover, its attached petticoats fluffed out when released. Brian looked around for his clothes but they had been removed.
“She is paying us 100 pounds sweetie”, his mother told him. He wouldn’t do it for a thousand pounds. “Oh now be nice dear, it would really make her day.” He couldn’t believe this was happening.
There was no way they were getting him into the dress. “Sweetie, now you know we have hundreds of photos of you in the four pretty dresses.” She turned her laptop to face him and he saw a portfolio of photos of him in the four mortifying dresses. “If I just click on this, I could share them on your Facebook page.” She moved the mouse over the “Upload” button. “No! Don’t!” Brian blurted. He looked at the flowergirl’s dress and cringed.
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Given just how quickly Brian is finding himself trapped, I suspect that there never was an original model for the photoshoot. Anna and his mother have had this planned this whole time!
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I think very soon he’s gonna be wearing nappies under the dress , because evebody love a baby flower girl heheh
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Dara Janey,
This is another great story!
I think that a nice thick diaper an plastic pants are absolutely required to prevent Brian from soiling the beautiful flower girl dress with a nervous accident.
Will it just be a coincidence that the only plastic pants they could get on such short notice would be very noisy with each and every move Flower Girl Brian makes?
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Thanks again Dara Janey! I don't know how you manage to be a great story teller, terrific writer and so prolific.
I have to agree with Andlat that it does seem there was no girl model all along. It would make sense to use Brian as the model to cut costs. But his mother does seem to be behaving a little harshly by quickly resorting to blackmail. They need the money, period! That's the photo shoot rationale and that's why he's being asked to step in as flower girl for £100. Would hope mom would be more understanding and emphasize the need for cash and using the pictures to confirm that Brian's identity will not be compromised. There was no indication that Brian was a problem and therefore deserved punishment. I did not see Brian's age stated but if he is at least 10 he can grasp the significance of needing to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. Anna, however, seems to have ulterior motives.
Sorry to run on. I get involved in well written, plausible stories.
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Anna came towards Brian with the flowergirl’s dress. He looked at the horrifying pictures from his mortifying photoshoot that they were threatening to upload and sighed. She threw the dress over his head and pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves. His mother buttoned his dress up the back. From a bag Anna pulled out the bonnet and pantaloons. “Please no”, he begged, “not those!”
His mother moved towards the laptop and Anna placed the bonnet on his head without further protest and tied the pink ribbons tightly under his chin. His mother held out the frilly pantaloons for him. He hesitated in order to show some kind of resistance but had little choice but to step into the pantaloons and Anna pulled them up under his petticoats. He squirmed when he saw that she had a pair of white ankle socks with pink lace around the tops which hadn’t been part of the photo shoot costume but all resistance was gone and he just looked on gloomily as she pulled them on both feet and fluffed the pink lace out. Then pink t-bar shoes with little bows on the toes were strapped onto his feet.
Anna sent a text message. His mother was just finished applying his foundation and blush when the door burst open. The bride walked in wearing her white dress. Brian was turned towards her and a basket of pink petals was pushed into his white-gloved hands. “Oh he’s just adorable!” Brian cringed on hearing that she knew he was a boy. How many people knew?
The bridesmaids soon followed and were equally thrilled. “How did you get him to wear it?” one of them tittered. His mother closed down the top of the laptop with a click. “Oh he loves wearing it don’t you?” she teased. Brian just clutched his basket more tightly and looked at the floor.
His mother smiled as the bridesmaids fussed over Brian. They tugged at his bonnet and smoothed his petticoats and fluffed out the lace on his pantaloons even more. With her flare for fashion she could see that Brian’s bo-peep flower girl’s dress wasn’t a good match for the bride’s and bridesmaids’ sophisticated slim dresses. Brian was also far too big and old – even if he had been a girl – to be a flower girl. Luckily she had made the dress bigger than you would for a real flower girl because her original model had been 10 years old. It was just a sample for a photoshoot. She hadn’t expected it to be used in a real wedding but Brian was now being pushed out of the room by the bridesmaids and looked back in despair as he disappeared into the corridor in his bo peep flower girl’s dress.
Before he knew it they were in a car being driven to the church. The bridesmaids sat opposite him giggling at his pantaloons. “Such a pretty bonnet”, one of them teased knowing he must have been mortified and they sniggered some more.
Brian cringed once again when they pulled up outside the church. The large crowd waiting outside pushed into the church on seeing the car arrive. When he stepped out of the car the bridesmaids fussed over him, once again adjusting his bonnet, fluffing out his petticoats and tugging at this frills on his pantaloons and ankle socks.
The organ started up the wedding march. The big doors were thrown open and the basket of petals was once again pushed into Brian’s hands. He was nudged towards the centre aisle and one of the bridesmaids made a motion of scattering petals to show him what to do.
Another nudge and the crowd in the church turned as one and faced him. There was no going back. He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of hundreds of people in a bo-peep style flower girl’s dress complete with bonnet, pantaloons, frilly socks, pink shoes and lacey white gloves. He was going to have to walk up the aisle along scattering petals and there was no way of avoiding it now. He just had to hope that people didn’t know he was a boy and knew he had to do his best to look convincing as a girl.
Some of the older ladies smiled sweetly on seeing the pretty flower girl start to walk down the aisle casting the petals. Others looked puzzled. He noticed some little girls in the congregation as he flounced along, his petticoats rocking daintily. They were making faces clearly surprised by the vision approaching them.
It was only then that it dawned on him that flower girls were always much younger than he was. Not only was the outfit mortifyingly sissy but he was far too big and old for it. He became aware of the sniggering and tittering from those who saw his dress as over-the-top or wondered how the bride got such an old ‘girl’ to dress in such a frilly outfit. But he had no choice but to brazen it out and walk all the way down the aisle in his frilly flouncy outfit.
The bridesmaids followed him with the bride herself behind them. Brian had to stand in front of the congregation in his flower-girl’s dress for the whole ceremony. At least his bonnet shielded him from seeing and hearing a lot of the smirking and tittering around him.
After the ceremony there was no relief. He was pushed into all the group photographs right at the front where everyone would be able to get the full benefit of his outfit from his pink bow-tipped shoes, through his frilly ankle socks, the lace frills of his pantaloons, his bulging petticoats, his puffed sleeves, frilly white gloves, crowned with his lace-trimmed bonnet.
There was even more tittering from the bride and bridesmaids when they insisted on being photographed with just the flower girl. They were (he hoped) the only other people who knew he was a boy and they made sure the photographer zoomed in on Brian’s blushing face beautifully framed by his bonnet. They got close ups taken of him on his own to make sure all of the detail of his frills and lace were captured. He wanted to protest or resist but that would only draw more attention from onlookers. He had to look like a happy flower girl, despite knowing that he was being captured on film for posterity smiling while dressed in the sissiest outfit ever.
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Thank you, I'm really enjoying this story, and your others. But I have a question. Which bathroom does Brian use when all that punch hits him? Does he need his mom to help hold all the petticoats up and help with the frilly undies? Maybe next time a diaper would solve this situation.
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I to am loving your stories.
Maybe his mommy can start to hire him out for brides unable to get a flower girl. I bet as a flower sissy girl for weddings he would be very popular. :D
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Photoshoot is an amazing story DaraJaney, I love it, thankyou for writing it and long may it continue.
Philipa x
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Brian’s mother was sure to let everyone know that she had made the Bo Peep style flower girl’s dress he was wearing. She’d even brought her cards to distribute to those interested. “Of course, I can make the same outfit in any size –this one is just particularly large to fit my special model.” Brian cringed as the ladies tried not to smirk too much at the ‘girl’ who was much too old for the frilly dress.
When the crowd finally dispersed and Brian felt some respite, Anna announced “to the reception!” Brian cringed. “Please Mum!” he begged holding out his petticoats to plead to be let out of the outfit.
“It’s ok sweetie, you don’t have to wear that to the reception”, his mother assured him. He breathed a sigh of relief. But it was short lived. His mother had brought the pink party dress for him to model for the rest of the day.
A dismayed Brian was pushed into the ballroom in his pink party dress with powder pink tights and his hair tied up in pink ribbons. Once again his inappropriately juvenile and sissy dress got a lot of attention. He had to endure ladies asking his mother all about his dress. “Are the petticoats attached?” “Where did you get those pretty tights?” The evening seemed like an eternity to him.
When he told his mother he needed the bathroom she offered to accompany him – partly to make sure that he went to the right one – but also reckoning he would need some assistance with all those unfamiliar petticoats.
She steered him into the Ladies. Brian cringed but had to agree that it was most appropriate under the circ-umstances. He dived into a cubicle. His mother waited outside listening with amusement to the rustling of organza petticoats and the little grunts of frustration from the wearer. “Would you like me to help you out of your dress?” she asked when she figured he’d been tormented enough. There was an audible sigh before he opened the door and came out.
She unbuttoned his dress and pulled it with the attached petticoats over his head leaving him squirming in a pair of pink tights, desperate to get back into the cubicle. When he emerged having pulled his tights up again, she helped him back into his dress. Then she needed to go herself and he just had to wait looking at himself in the mirrors and rearranging his ruffled petticoats.
A couple of weeks later his mother told him that she had arranged another photo shoot for her latest creations. She had been working long days in her workshop and he hadn’t dared look in and be reminded of the dresses he had had to wear. He looked at her warily. Surely the model had recovered and his mother could get her again.
“I’m not spending going to spend an exorbitant fee on a model when you can do the job just as well.” “No Mum please!” But posting photos to the internet was mentioned again and this time she had photos of him in the Bo Peep flower girl’s dress smiling at the camera and out in public at an actual wedding. Brian found himself being driven to the studio trying to ignore the bags of clothing on the back seat behind him.
He undressed as slowly as he could, putting off the mortifyingly inevitable. He stripped to his shorts. His mother pulled them down firmly and he squirmed in front of Anna trying to cover his embarrassment. His mother wrapped a towel around his waist and he felt a little relieved. She pulled the towel up through his legs and pinned it in place with two large safety pins. His mother held the puzzled boy while Anna pulled plastic pants up over the nappy. “What the ….?!!!”
His mother pulled a big pink baby-style dress from one of the bags. Brian’s jaw dropped. “Mum!!!” “I’ve made these baby dresses in your size so you can model them for us.” “No way!” Anna grabbed his left wrist and his mother took his right wrist. They both pulled short fingerless gloves over his hands that forced his fingers and thumb into a tight ball. These were tied tightly as his wrists.
His mother held the pink dress up in front of him. It flared all the way from the highly puffed sleeves to the lace trimmed hem. It billowed over layers of petticoats. There was a wide lace collar that ran over the shoulders. With his hands disabled they had little trouble forcing him into the dress. His mother buttoned it up the back. Anna produced a pair of white tights and pulled them up his legs over his nappy. Then his mother produced a matching frilly nappy cover and pulled it over the tights.
Brian tried to reach the little buttons at the back of his baby dress and could only barely reach them with his balled fists and could do nothing to unbutton it. Then he looked in the mirror and saw that his petticoats only covered the top half of his nappy cover and all of the rows of lace carefully sown on to it were there for all to view.
He tried desperately to push his petticoats down. “Don’t be silly dear. I made your dress short specifically so that everyone can see the matching nappy cover.” Anna placed a pink bonnet on his head and pulled the pink ribbons under his chin. As she tugged on the ribbons the bonnet tightened around his head and the lace trim drew into his vision and restricted his view to straight ahead. She tied the ribbon under his chin in a tight bow.
He tried to look to his mother to plead his case again. He had to turn his head until the opening of his bonnet faced her. The lace trim of his bonnet followed every move of his head. His view of the world was framed in lace.
His mother was holding a large costume soother and pushed it into his mouth. “Nnnnggghhhh!” he protested. He spat the soother out. “Tut tut”, his mother shook her head as she pinned the soother to the lace collar of his dress. It hung there dangling on his petticoats. His mother slipped the pink t-bar shoes on his feet and stood back to admire him.
Brian continued to squirm and tried to reach under his petticoats to push off the humiliating nappy cover. But his hands could get no purchase in the disabling mittens. “Sorry sweetie but we need the thick nappy to properly show off the nappy cover.” She pushed his soother back in. “It will be harder for anyone to recognize you if you have this in.” He realized that she was right. The mouth guard on the large soother covered his face from his chin to his nose. He pouted as he accepted the soother.
His mother pushed him towards the studio and they tittered as he was forced to waddle by the thick nappy. The floor of the studio had various baby paraphernalia. A play-pen, baby bottle, rattles, blocks, plastic farm animals, dolls and cuddly toys. Some of the baby toys were quite large and were presumably costume accessories for grown-ups. It was decided that these and the larger dolls and cuddly toys could be used as they would be proportionally an appropriate size for the large baby. He would look too large for the play-pen and the real baby toys.
A baby play-mat was spread on the floor instead of the play-pen and he was made to plonk down on it. The thick nappy cushioned his bottom from the wooden floor. They made him shake the large rattle and hug the larger dolls for the photos. He desperately hoped that the tight bonnet and large soother would succeed in hiding his face.
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Again, AWESOME!
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Love it.
I hope lunch is served in his high chair. A nice bib and mommy and aunty feeding him.
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Brian’s mother instructed him to crawl away from the camera and show off his frilly bottom in the nappy cover. There was a lot of tittering as he did this and he turned quickly and sat down in a huff. “Oh come on sweetie!” his mother sniggered. “The sooner you do this the sooner you will be out of that outfit.” He sighed and turned and wiggled his frilly bottom for the camera.
He had to sit on the play-mat in his baby dress while the photographer checked his shots. It seemed to take longer than usual. Finally he returned and gave the thumbs up. “We are running a little over schedule so let’s go”, he told them.
His Mum led him back to the dressing room where Anna was holding up a lemon baby dress. Brian cringed. He had to stand there while they removed his bonnet and nappy cover and unbuttoned his pink dress. He didn’t protest any longer when they fitted the lemon dress onto him with its matching bonnet and nappy cover. This bonnet was a different design with a very wide brim with three rows of lace. His nappy cover had a large lacey pink heart sewn on his bottom and lots of little hearts in the pattern.
Once again he had to pose with the rattles and dolls. His mother put some milk in the big baby bottle for him to swig for the camera. And again he had to crawl so that the cute pink heart on his tush could be photographed. In the middle of it all the camera broke down. The photographer fiddled with it and disappeared to his workshop.
Brian looked up at his mum. “Ng nnnggg ng ngee!” “What sweetie?” He spat out the soother and it dangled from his dress. “I need to pee!” “That’s ok sweetie” she replied. He stood up for her to help him out of the outfit. “That’s a real nappy, you can use it.” “What?” Anna held her hand up to her face to try to hide her amusement.
Just then the photographer came back. “We’ll have to start again with this camera.” Brian didn’t want to argue about using his nappy in front of the photographer. His mum pushed his soother back in and steered him towards the play mat.
He reckoned if he cooperated it would be over sooner and he could go to the toilet. But the pressure on his bowels grew. He tried to give his mother pleading looks but she ignored them. The photographer said “ok let me check these”. Brian cringed at having to wait longer. “You haven’t taken any with him holding the dolls on that camera”, his mother reminded him. “Oh yes!”
Brian was dismayed. There was no way he could hold on for more photos and then wait for them to be checked. His bowel surrendered and he started peeing into his nappy. He was distraught. His mother pushed a doll into his arms. He was fighting back the tears as pee continued to soak his nappy. “Have you wet your nappy?” she asked him straight up. The photographer looked up in surprise.
Tears formed at Brian’s eyes and it was clear to everyone that he had indeed wet his nappy. “Just a few more photos”, his mother told him. He had to sit there in his soggy nappy hugging a doll while the photographer clicked away. When his mother looked at the shots she went “ah, what a sweet sad look on his face. We’ll definitely have to use those!”
He had to sit in his soggy nappy while the photographer checked the photos. He returned warning “we are about an hour behind schedule now”. His mum quickly pushed Brian towards the dressing room. He cooperated and waddled as fast as he could to get the nappy off.
They took off his bonnet, shoes, nappy cover, dress and tights. Then his mother produced a pink fleecey onesie and held it out for him to step into. “Nnnggg!” He realized that he was still suc-king on the damn soother. He spat it out. “Mum. You have to take this off me”, he insisted pointing at his wet nappy with his mittens.
“There isn’t time sweetie. It’s ok the plastic pants will hold the wet in.” Brian was stunned. It wasn’t ok at all. Anna pushed his soother back in and his mother made him step into the onesie, pulled it up over his nappy and pushed his arms into the sleeves. He realized that the onesie was footed and the hands were closed in with padding. His mother buttoned it up the back.
The onesie was elasticated at the wrist, ankles and just above the waist. The last really emphasized the thickness of his nappy. The other two ensured that the hands and feet were secured in their padded ends. His mother tied a dainty pink bonnet on his head with a thin lace trim.
He couldn’t believe that he was being pushed out in an already soaked nappy to do the photoshoot. As he waddled along he could feel pee slushing around at the bottom of his plastic pants. He cringed when he sat on the play mat and the soaked nappy squished under him. He was sure the excess pee must be forced out but he looked down at the crotch of his pink onesie and could not see any damp patch. He was a little relieved that his thick nappy was doing its job.
When those photos were done the photographer went off to check them. Brian sat in his onesie still suc-king on the soother and upset about his cooling soggy nappy.
The photographer returned. “They’re good. I know we are really late but I’ve got to make a phone call about my weekend gig. I shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes.
“That’s fine” his mother responded. “I can change his nappy in the meantime.” Brian cringed. The photographer raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “Changing” his nappy meant that he was not finished with the baby outfits.
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OMG what a great chapter. I loved it please gives us more of the same please.
Its going to become more embarrassing for baby Brian I think. Well lets hope so anyway. :D :D
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Brian’s mother took a clean nappy and plastic pants from a duffle bag. She wiped Brian off with wet wipes before pinning him into the clean nappy. Almost immediately Anna was holding a lilac baby dress. She quickly dressed him in it. It had three flouncy layers of taffeta over the petticoats. She also had matching lilac tights that she was particularly pleased having acquired. The matching frilly bloomers were pulled up over his nappy. In this case his dress almost covered his nappy but the lace trimmed leg openings of his bloomers protruded well below his petticoats. His lilac bonnet was tied in place and he was pushed out quickly.
The photographer was clearly rushed but his mum insisted on all the usual photos with rattles, dolls, crawling to show off his frilly bloomers.
When finished the photographer looked at his watch. “We’ll have to hope that those are ok. I have a train to catch for my weekend gig.” Brian was relieved that he wasn’t going to have to sit around in this baby dress for longer while the photos were being checked.
“I’ll have to ask you to grab your things quickly and go. I have to lock up.” “Sure thing” his mother responded. She and Anna rushed to the dressing room leaving Brian in the studio wondering what he had to do to speed it along.
They emerged carrying all the bags and headed for the door. His mother tried to sweep him along. “Nnnggghhhh!” Brian protested. He held out his baby dress. He spat out his soother which as usual dangled on his layers of lace. “I can’t go out like this!” “Sorry love you heard him, we have to go.”
The two ladies pushed Brian towards the door. “Please Mum no!” “Our car is just on the next street”, she told him. Brian was aghast. She couldn’t possibly expect him to walk along a public street in his large size lilac baby dress with bonnet and bloomers … and lilac tights!
But they pushed him out the door. “Thanks” said the photographer and locked it behind him. They had to vacate the building too and before he could protest anymore Brian was bundled out the front door onto the street. He had desperately tried to grab the door posts to resist being pushed out but couldn’t with his balled-up hands.
He turned and looked up and down the street. People were approaching from both directions. He looked down at himself unable to believe that he was out in public in a lilac baby dress with layers of pretty petticoats. He was definitely wearing a lacey lilac bonnet too because the lace once again framed his vision.
He looked at his reflection in the glass doorway because he couldn’t see below his petticoats. It was clear that his frilly bloomers could be seen below his petticoats. His mother pushed the soother back into his mouth. He didn’t resist, accepting the bit of extra cover it gave him.
“Come along sweetie”, his mother said trying to sound normal. Brian waddled along beside her. The only option now was to get it over with. A lady met them coming in the opposite direction. Her jaw hung low as she saw the oversized baby in lacey lilac and seemingly wearing a nappy. She turned with her mouth agape as they passed her.
The next lady who came along was not so easily avoided. She spotted the vision from well off. She walked straight at them so they couldn’t pass so easily. “So who is this little angel”, she asked with a raised eyebrow. His mother had to think quickly. “This is Cissy!” was what jumped into her head. Brian flinched. He was stuck. The ladies had all stopped and he didn’t want to waddle off on his own dressed like this.
“What a pretty outfit!” the lady commented –Brian was sure it was meant sarcastically. “Thank you” his mother smiled. “Give the lady a twirl … Cissy.” It took Brian a moment to respond to his new name and another to sigh in disbelief. He turned quickly trying to get it over with but his petticoats fluttered up revealing his full frilly bloomers.
“And ….” the lady paused before asking the blindingly obvious question “how old is Cissy?” Brian suc-ked hard on his soother. “Well little Sissy has a development problem. She’s 10”, his mother lied, “but her development age is nearer one”. “Oh poor sweetie”, the lady said. She was still clearly perplexed as to why a ten year old girl was dressed in such a babyish fashion even if she hadn’t developed psychologically. Surely it was better to try to dress her in normal 10 year old clothes.
“Well we must be off”, his mother said urgently, cutting off any further awkward questions. She pushed Brian along while the lady watched still in disbelief. They rounded the corner and came face to face with a teenage girl. “Come along Cissy”, his mother called, tugging him across the road. The girl watched his every waddle.
He was so relieved to be in the car. He wanted to lie across the back seat to be out of sight but his mother insisted that he had to be belted in. Anna hopped into the passenger seat and his mother sat behind the wheel.
He wished he had asked her to take his bonnet off. He might get away with just the dress which only appeared slightly above the bottom of the car window but the bonnet was definitely going to attract attention. He pawed at the ribbon tied tightly beneath his chin in a bow. There was no shifting it.
He realized that he still was suc-king on the soother but reckoned it was now better to keep it in and hide his face more. If he looked straight ahead then the bonnet hid his face from people in any other car that stopped beside them.
They stopped at lights. He looked straight ahead. He could see the front of a car pulling up beside them. He couldn’t help himself. He slowly turned towards it to see if anyone was looking. There were two little girls’ faces pressed against the window looking at his outfit in shock. He quickly looked straight ahead again but not before he saw one of the girls turn to her mother in the front presumably to tell her to look. The lights changed and they moved off. There were many more stops in traffic but he kept looking straight ahead. He didn’t want to know. What he didn’t realise was that the bonnet didn’t hide his soother and people could see it bob in and out of the mouth of this very large baby.
They pulled into his home street. He was terrified that anyone would see him there before his mother could smuggle him into the house. They passed a couple of children on the street but he looked straight ahead.
His mother pulled into the driveway. There were just a few yards to the doorway. Brian wondered if he could make it unseen. It seemed unlikely in such a noticeable outfit.
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Dara Janey,
This story keeps getting more enjoyable. Now "Cissy" is in the car in the driveway, concerned with getting from car to house unseen by anyone while in the lilac outfit, having to depend on the dubious mercy of mother and Anna.
I'm sure that the diaper is far from dry.
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This chapter reminded me of this image by HinaYui on Deviantart.
https://www.deviantart.com/hinayui/art/Outfit-Design-66-767239330
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Brian’s mother rummaged in her handbag while he squirmed in the car in his nappy. “Where are my door keys? Hold on. I put them in the hemp bag with his clothes.” She looked at the back seat. “We do have the hemp bag don’t we?” She reached back and moved the bags around. Brian turned and looked as best he could in the view restricted by his bonnet.
“I don’t believe it. We must have left it behind in the rush!” Brian was distracted by the sight of two girls coming along the pathway towards them. He looked front and down terrified of being seen in his baby dress.
“You can come and stay in my house until the photographer comes back from his weekend gig”, Anna offered. Brian started thinking about the implications of this. “Thank you so much!” his mother accepted and started the car. The girls got to the gate as she reversed out. Brian could hear them.
“Who’s that in the back of Brian’s mum’s car?” “Is it a baby?” “She’s too big to be a baby!” the other girl scoffed. “She’s suc-king on a soother!” Brian cringed. The car sped off. At least he hadn’t heard his name mentioned.
His mother looked in the rear view mirror. “Sorry sweetie but we left your clothes behind at the studio and can’t get them until Monday.” Brian was still processing this following the close shave with the girls.
Hearing no response, his mother continued. “Still, we have your three baby dresses and a sleeper!” Anna giggled. “Nnnggghhh!” They had reached the main road and Brian was reluctant to spit out his soother to protest properly.
“And I have a full bag of nappies and plastic pants” his mother continued to Anna beside her, ignoring his whimpering. “How many changes do you think he’ll need each day”, Anna asked glancing back at him in his baby dress. They were surrounded on both sides now by traffic and he couldn’t spit the soother out. “Nnnngggghhh, nnnggghhh!” he whimpered.
When they got to Anna’s house he was desperate to get in out of sight and the women followed with the bags containing his baby dresses and nappies.
Once inside and observing them come in with the bags he spat the soother out. “Mum! Please! You can’t keep me in these” he protested holding out his petticoats. She just smiled sympathetically. “Sorry sweetie but we don’t have any other clothes for you. No trousers, shirts or underwear. It’s lucky that we have the dresses and nappies!” He didn’t feel lucky.
“We’ll clearly have to keep his hands in those mittens to stop him taking off his dress or nappy”, Anna suggested. “Can’t have him running around naked in my house!” Brian sighed heavily. He stuck his mittens under his arms and tried pull them off but they wouldn’t budge.
Anna went up to the attic to see what she could find that would be useful. She brought them down to the sitting room. There was a folded up play-pen and once again a collection of rattles, blocks and things for babies to hit and play notes or make animal noises.
Because real baby things were rejected for Brian’s photo shoot as being disproportionate to his size, he didn’t pay them much attention now. But Anna set up the octagonal play-pen. “Look there are other toys built into the side bars”, she pointed out trying to engender some excitement.
She pushed him into the playpen. He looked at the toys unenthusiastically. “Try those”, she encouraged him, pointing to a string of different shapes that rotated around a crossways wooden bar. He had to sit down in the pen to reach them. She closed the little gate on his pen with a click.
He spun the little shapes and some made different noises. There was another row of shapes on another side. He could just about squeeze them with his balled up hands to make squeaks and honks. “There you go!” Anna cheered. He glared at her. These were pretty miserable.
She gathered all the other toys and dolls and placed them into the play pen beside him. Clearly he was meant to stay there. He looked up through the lace of his bonnet at his mother hoping for a reprieve. “Thank your Auntie Anna sweetie.” He looked again at the boring baby toys that were meant to amuse him. He looked at his mittens and realized that they were all he could handle as long as his hands were in them.
He held his hands up and said as plaintively as he could “please mum can you take these off? I promise I won’t try to …” it killed him to say it “.. . take this dress off or … the nappy.” He was almost in tears offering to obediently wear a baby dress and nappy. “That’s good that you promise to wear your baby dress and nappy dear but I won’t be taking those mittens off just in case”, his mother insisted. “Now you play with your toys while we bring your other dresses up to the spare room.”
Brian sighed. His mother was watching him. He started turning the shapes on the play pen and made them rattle and squeak. He continued playing unenthusiastically with the noisy baby toys in order to satisfy them as they walked around the house. He looked at the dolls in the pen beside him. Surely they couldn’t expect him to play with those.
He looked down at his lilac dress and tights, framed in the lace of his bonnet and realized that he was dressed more sissily than any of the dolls.
Anna stuck her head in the door. He resumed playing with the blocks to keep her happy. “Would you like something to drink”, she asked cheerfully. He nodded. She went off to the kitchen and returned with a baby bottle of purple juice. She leaned into his play pen and placed it beside him. He sighed and gave her a withering look. “Well you won’t be able to hold a cup little Cissy.”
She left the room and he looked despondently at the baby bottle. Well he was thirsty and nobody was looking. He had to hold it up the between his two mittens. He wondered could he get the teat off and drink it properly but it was firmly screwed on. He held it up and suc-ked on the teat. He shuddered at the taste of the juice. He winced and looked at the purple liquid. What was it? He suc-ked again but that was all he could manage for now.
His mum and Anna started cooking dinner. He sat in the play-pen wondering did he really have to sit in it. He could easily climb over the low sides. But Anna had put all the toys in there with him. He looked around the room and there was nothing else to interest him. He might as well stay there. He put his mitten through the round handle of a rattle and held it up. He shook it and it duly rattled.
When he was thirsty again he picked up the bottle and suc-ked on the teat. His mother appeared at the door. She came in smiling at him suc-king on the bottle. Then she frowned. “What’s that?” she asked. He was embarrassed at being caught voluntarily suc-king on the bottle. She looked more closely and recognized the prune juice. She smirked. “Good baby!” He glared at her. “I mean good Cissy! I’m sorry but it’s the name that jumped into my head at the time” she tittered. “You can’t say that it’s not appropriate though!”
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8) I just love it will Cissy get any playmates??? :P
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When it came to dinner Anna let Brian out of the play-pen and brought him into the kitchen. She sat him at the table. His mother came over with a small plastic bowl. “You can’t feed yourself so we have to spoon feed you”, she told him. He just sighed at the latest humiliation. “We put your dinner in a food mixer to make it easier.” He looked at the bowl. It was mostly mush with flecks of green and red here and there.
Anna tied a white lace-trimmed bib around his neck. “I’d actually made that but forgot about it for the photos”, his mother explained as she held up his first spoonful of pureed dinner. He couldn’t believe this was happening but opened his mouth and let her feed him.
The bowl was small and didn’t last long. She fetched more. “Here let me”, Anna insisted taking the bowl from her. She took a spoonful and held it up in front of him. “Open wide!” He sighed. He opened his mouth wide as instructed and she pushed the spoon in. “Good baby!”
When he was fed they gave him his bottle of juice to wash it down. He suc-ked on it as Anna led him back to the play-pen . “Now play there for a while before bed.” She clicked the side shut. His mum came over. “You might like to do something in your nappy before bed time”, she advised him. He realized that the alternative might be wetting himself during the night and being in a soggy nappy for hours.
He did need to go but was despondent at the idea of intentionally wetting himself. Also, it was still bright outside. There was no clock in the room and they hadn’t said how long he’d got.
His bladder built up sufficiently for him to let it go and wet his nappy. He looked up from the play pen but the others were not around. “Mum!” She appeared at the door. “Yes sweetie?” “I’m wet” he mumbled and teared up a little.
“Aw don’t cry, baby.” That made it worse. Was he really going to have to spend the next few days in nappies and baby dresses? There seemed to be no way out. She let him out of the pen and took him upstairs to his room. His other baby dresses were hanging in the wardrobe and Anna was putting his bonnets, nappy covers and tights in a drawer.
His mum had spread a large sheet of plastic on the bed and a towel over that. He lay back on it and she took off his shoes and nappy cover and then his tights and bonnet and dress. Then she peeled off his plastic pants and dropped them in a plastic bucket. The soggy nappy followed. She wiped him with baby wipes.
She left the room leaving him there in his birthday suit and returned with a razor. “We need to shave off the hair around there since you’ll be in nappies for a few days.” Brian sniffled as she shaved carefully around his private parts. Then he had to turn over and she shaved his bum and rubbed cream in.
“Now! Bottom up!” she instructed cheerfully. He raised his bottom dutifully and she slid his nappy under it and soon pinned him in. “Good baby!” That was getting annoying. She pulled his plastic pants over his nappy. Anna was holding his pink sleeper. He grumbled as they made him step into it, slipped his hands and feet into the elasticated and padded extremities of his onesie and buttoned him up the back.
His mother saw the small bonnet in the bag and couldn’t resist it. He winced but she placed it on his head and tied it under his chin. “Have to wear the complete outfit”, she teased. Anna pulled back the duvet cover. He resisted and looked at the bright window pointedly. “Mummy and Anna need some time to ourselves sweetie”, his mother insisted. He climbed in and his mother pulled the duvet over him. Anna went downstairs and came back with a doll and a teddy. Brian glared at her. “Maybe the teddy then.” He relented at the lesser of two evils and she tucked the teddy in beside him.
His mother closed the curtains and they left the room leaving the door slightly ajar. “Just cry if you need changing again while we are still up”, his mother whispered and he was left in the bed.
He wriggled in the pink onesie. His still balled-up fists explored the limits of the hands of the onesie and he wiggled his feet. They were both securely held in the closed extensions by the elastic. He pawed at the outside of his onesie where the nappy bulged beneath the elasticated waist.
Could he really sleep like this? Well it was clear that he was going to be in thick nappies until Monday at least so he was going to have to. He lay there sleeplessly listening to his mum and Anna laughing at some tv programme. At some point he finally drifted off to sleep.
But it was fitful sleep due to the unfamiliar thick nappy. When he finally woke in the morning he stretched and felt the onesie stretch around him. He sighed as he realized that it wasn’t just a nightmare. He really was wearing, and using, a nappy and sleeping buttoned into a pink onesie.
He needed the toilet badly – for both reasons. He knew at this stage that that was a pipe dream. He was going to have to use the nappy. He let go and started filling his nappy with warm pee. When that was finally done he was resigned to finally having to soil his nappy for the first time. Well, for the first time since he was an actual baby.
He didn’t seem to be able to do it lying back in the bed. He had to get up on all fours and it didn’t need much work thanks to the prune juice. He winced as he farted and squirted very liquid poo into his nappy. This also went on for quite a while.
He stayed on all fours for a while trying to come to terms with having a very messy nappy. How was he going to put weight on his bottom like this? He very gingerly turned around and tried to lower himself very carefully. But he could still feel the messy poo squish around his nappy.
A few minutes later he was relieved to hear movement outside. The room was already quite pongy. His mother pushed the door open. “Oh! Dear!” She made a bee-line for the window, threw the curtains back and opened the window. “No need to ask if you need a change!”
Anna came in and also gagged. He just lay there contemplating having his very messy nappy changed. It wasn’t going to be very pleasant for them either.
But they didn’t show too much displeasure as they carefully removed his nappy and wiped him down. They were positively cheerful when powdering his bottom and pinning him into a clean nappy. “Would you like to wear your pink dress or yellow dress today baby?” He pouted not wanting to be put in a baby dress again. “Would you like mummy to choose?” He knew she would choose the prettier pink dress so he pointed reluctantly at the yellow dress.
“Oh is that your favourite?” she teased as she took his dress down off the hangar. He realized gloomily that these were indeed HIS dresses – made and sized for him and nobody else. His mum buttoned his dress up the back and fetched a pair of white tights. “Mum! Do you have to?” She ignored his plea and started pulling the tights over his feet. “We may take some more photos today so you have to look your best.” She pulled his tights over his nappy and then his matching yellow nappy cover. Then she tied his bonnet on and finally his shoes.
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Stunning story DaraJaney. in my opinion you are far and away my favourite author when it comes to babification and making your victims nappy-dependent.
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I love the story be nice if when Monday comes he has wetting accidents when allowed big boy clothes again
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Brian’s mother helped him off the bed and led him to the kitchen. Anna placed a bowl of muesli in front of him and poured some milk in. “Mum! I hate muesli!” “It’s good for you” Anna insisted and pushed a spoonful towards his mouth. He sighed but opened his mouth and she pushed it in. He took the mouthful and chewed, wincing frequently.
After breakfast they brought him into the sitting room where they had the play mat laid out with toys. His mother got her own camera and made him pose with rattles and dolls for more photos. “Oh hold on!” She’d forgotten the soother which she fetched and pushed into his mouth and pinned to his dress. He had to pose all over again.
“Now sweetie mummy has some work to do”, she informed him as she led him across the room. “So I want you to play quietly in your play pen so that I can concentrate, alright?” He sat down glumly in the pen. She fetched a lot of rattles and blocks and dolls and put them in the pen for him. “If you are a nice quiet baby this morning, we have some lovely chocolate ice cream for you at lunchtime, alright?” He nodded. It was something to look forward to, he supposed. “Good!” She pushed the soother into his mouth and headed for the door. At the door she looked back at him. He reached out and patted at some of the squeaky shapes on the side of his pen. She smiled and left.
Did she really want him to suc-k on the soother all morning? She hadn’t said specifically. Was it part of the deal to get chocolate ice cream at lunchtime? He wasn’t sure. But he needed to look forward to that ice cream so he thought he’d better play it safe and keep it in. He picked up a rattle and shook it.
A little while later Anna came in with his baby bottle of juice. She smiled a little on seeing him suc-king on his soother and placing his coloured blocks on top of each other. “Nearly forgot this!” She placed the bottle in his pen. He recognized the purple juice and recalled his messy poo that morning. But he needed to drink.
At lunchtime his mother came in. He was so relieved as there were only so many times he could shake the rattle and squish the squeaky balls. “Who’s been a very good baby then? Been looking forward to the ice cream have we?” Brian nodded, still suc-king on his soother.
Anna tied his bib on. “We’re having toast for lunch which we can’t really puree for you.” Brian was somewhat relieved. “But I found some old baby food in the back of the cupboard from when my friend who had a real baby stayed with me.
Brian couldn’t believe it as she scraped the contents of two baby food jars into the plastic bowl. She came over and sat beside him holding up a spoonful of baby food. He had little choice but to open his mouth and accept it. It was sickly sweet and there was nothing to chew on so he just swallowed it and winced. “There you go!” Anna said cheerfully as she held up another spoonful. He tried to think about the chocolate ice cream.
“Now I hear you’ve been a very good baby and have earned a treat!” Brian perked up. She took the tub from the freezer and rolled a single spoonful into the plastic bowl. He was disappointed it wasn’t more. When the bowl appeared in front of him, she hadn’t cleaned out the remains of the baby food so there were bits of it in the ice cream. Still it tasted so nice compared to anything he’d had since being put in nappies.
The second spoonful hit off the side of his mouth leaving a chocolate stain on his upper lip. Anna giggled. “Sorry!” But she continued to make it difficult for him to get his mouth over the spoon and he ended up with chocolate ice cream on his chin, his cheeks and a blob on his nose. “I have to photograph this!” his mother rushed for her camera. Brian sat helplessly with chocolate stains all around his mouth while his mother snapped away and Anna sniggered. Eventually she took a wet wipe and cleaned all around his face.
His mother led him back to his play-pen. “Mummy still has to work so I hope you will be as good as you were this morning”, she explained as she pushed the soother back into his mouth and left the room. Once again he was unsure what she meant. If he was good would he get more ice cream later? It wasn’t clear. He sighed. One thing was sure. He was faced with more hours with just these baby toys to rattle and shake.
After his pureed dinner, no ice cream was offered. He was brought to the bedroom where his pink onesie lay on the bed. He whined about being put to bed early again. “No you have been such a good baby all day”, she told him, “don’t spoil it now.” She pushed the soother into his mouth to halt any further protest.
He was quickly buttoned into his onesie and pushed into bed. Anna tucked the teddy in beside him. They turned out the light and left the door ajar.
He spat the soother out but it was pinned to his onesie. He tried to lie on his side which was difficult with the thick nappy. He jiggled his chin around. He’d been suc-king on that damn soother so long it now felt strange that it wasn’t there.
Eventually he nodded off. He woke at one point and suc-ked on his soother. He briefly realized that he must have subconsciously taken it into his mouth again at some point but he drifted off again before he could do anything about it and suc-ked softly on it.
In the morning after his messy nappy had been changed his mother took down his pink baby dress. She was pleased to note that there was no resistance from him. He seemed to be resigned now to wearing his baby dresses. He cooperated and pushed his arms into the sleeves and sat patiently while she buttoned it up. He even held his feet up when she came with his pink tights. He was soon dressed in his matching frilly nappy cover and bonnet.
After breakfast his mum brought him to his play-pen. Unlike the previous morning she didn’t need to explain or ask him to behave. He obediently sat down in the pen and she closed the side. She was about to leave the room when he emitted a little involuntary whimper.
She turned around. He had a slightly panicked face as he looked around the room. He had realized that he didn’t have his soother and was missing it. She might be leaving him in the pen for some time and he instinctively whimpered to attract her attention. “What is it baby?” He saw the soother on the table. She followed his eyeline. She realized that it wouldn’t be helpful if she sniggered or laughed at his need for a soother. So she kept a straight face and walked over to the table.
“Do you need your soother baby?” He pouted. He didn’t want to admit that he NEEDed it. But he really didn’t want it out of reach for a long time just in case – he told himself. But she was waiting for a response. He nodded and looked down at the floor. She took the soother over and pushed it into his mouth. “You only had to ask baby.” She pinned it to his pink dress. “There! You won’t lose it again!” She left the room with a smirk.
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Anna went out to the shops and came into the sitting room with a bag on her return. “I thought you might enjoy this.” She pulled a large doll from the bag. It was wearing a pink dress not unlike Brian’s but less frilly and longer. He failed to show any pleasure at being presented with another stupid doll.
Anna squeezed the doll under her arm. “Hug me!” it blurted. He looked up. OK, so this doll did something. She hugged it. “I done poo poos!” Brian laughed a little at the cheeky toddler voice. Anna hugged it again. It let out what sounded like a fart! Brian tittered. “Thought you might like it.” She handed him his new dolly. He hugged it. “I love mummy!” Brian frowned. He hugged it again. “I need potty!” When was it going to emit another funny noise? He hugged his dolly repeatedly. It kept saying things like “I love my pwetty dwess!” Finally it emitted a belch. He laughed.
Anna left the room. He continued hugging his dolly hoping to hear rude noises. His mother came in to investigate the new voice. He hugged his dolly tightly. “I done poo poos!” “Wait til I get my camera!” she instructed. “I’m going to record this.” Brian smiled at the thought of her surprise when she recorded the pretty dolly farting!
He hugged it. “I love mummy!” “Aw that’s so sweet.” Again. “I love my pwetty dwess!” “I know you do baby!” He was getting frustrated but smiled sweetly anyway hoping to build up the sweetness only for it to be broken by a fart or belch. He hugged his dolly again. “Hug me!” She stopped the recording. “Oh I’m glad I captured all that. I’m so pleased that you love your new dolly!” She got up to leave. “Nnnggghhhh!” he gurgled through his soother. He didn’t want her to stop before the dolly made a rude noise. But she was gone and he could hear her replaying the video to Anna. “Oh doesn’t he make such a sweet baby!” He shook his rattle in frustration.
“That photographer should be back in his office by now”, his mother said walking towards the phone. Brian perked up. At last! Relief from this torture.
His mother dialed and waited. He could hear the phone ringing. She waited and waited. Eventually an answering machine kicked in. He could hear the tiny voice. “I am away from the office from Friday 10th June until Monday the 20th. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
What? Monday the 20th? Today was the 13th! “It seems that he is away for another week. He didn’t only have a weekend job.” Brian looked up plaintively from his play-pen. “Sorry baby. It looks like you’ll have another week in nappies.” He whimpered though his soother and then took a few hard suc-ks. “Still it’s all working out fine, isn’t it?” she smiled down on him in his pink baby dress and pink tights. He looked up though the lace on his bonnet. He shook his head firmly. “Well nothing we can do about it” she added philosophically and left the room. Brian’s shoulders sagged. Another week of this!
Later Anna announced “my mother would like me to bring an outfit from the attic up to her for an event coming up. Would you like to come?” “Sure!” his mother answered. “It will be nice to get out.” Brian looked up in concern. He didn’t want to go anywhere dressed like this.
He whimpered some protest as his mother led him from the play-pen. “Oh sweetie, we need to get some fresh air.” He reluctantly let himself be led out to the car. He supposed he just had to sit in the back seat and use his bonnet to shield himself from onlookers as before.
His mother strapped him in. Anna placed a hold-all with clean nappies and plastic pants in it. There was also the large baby bottle with milk in it. Finally his mother came out and handed him his ‘favourite’ dolly to play with during the journey. At least, he thought, she would finally get to hear it make rude noises.
They climbed in and his mother drove off. He immediately starting hugging his dolly and it continued to emit cute platitudes. His mother looked back and smiled at him in his pretty dress hugging a dolly. Eventually it farted. “Ooh!” his mother laughed. He continued hugging the dolly but grew frustrated that so few rude sounds emitted compared to how often the likes of “I love mummy” came out. That made her go ‘aw’ every time and smile at him.
He had no idea how long the trip was going to be but his mother pulled out onto a motorway. He had a growing need for a pee and wondered how long it would be before they reached their destination and he could be changed.
It didn’t occur to him to ask. He was becoming used to just suc-king on his soother and communicating by whimper and gurgle. His mother and Anna never really asked him anything that required more than a nod or a shake of the head. He realized that he had just been dressed in the pink dress, fed muesli, put in the play pen and now was being driven across country without ever being asked to express a choice.
He badly needed to pee. “Nnngggghhh!” Anna looked back. “What is it baby? Have you a wet nappy?” He shook his head but clasped his mittened hands in front of his nappy hoping to indicate a desperate need to go.
“That’s fine baby. There’s a service area coming up and we can change you there.” Brian was stunned. She was proposing to take him out of the car in a busy service stop and bring him to the nappy changing area in front of everyone! “Nnnngggghhhh!” But he started wetting his nappy. He looked down in surprise. Anna smiled and turned her back on him. “That’s good baby ! Not long now.”
Brian wanted to cry. The car turned into the slip lane marked “Services”. There were signs for coffee shops, fuel, toilets and baby changing facilities. “It’s not too busy being a Monday”, his mother observed. “Hey look! We can use the special parking for parents with babies!” She pulled up right beside the entrance.
Brian wet his nappy some more from the terror of being brought out in public in his baby dress and nappy. He started to tear up as his mother undid his safety belt. She had to tug him out of the car. “You need to have your nappy changed baby. You don’t want to end up with nappy rash!”
His mummy and Anna took a hand each and marched him towards the door. He could only try to keep his head down and try to use his bonnet and soother to hide his face. But he couldn’t help notice a woman emerging from the entrance in front of them. Her jaw dropped when she saw the very large baby waddling towards her is a big pink baby dress and bonnet. Brian recalled how short his baby dress was in order to show off his frilly nappy cover. He knew it would be obvious that he was actually wearing a thick nappy. He saw how the woman then looked at the changing bag his mother was carrying. That confirmed that this big baby was actually using the nappy and clearly needed to be changed!
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The toilet area of the service station was just inside the entrance. Brian saw the crowded food court and was relatively relieved to be brought into the Ladies where the changing station was. There was a queue for the cubicles. The heads all turned and stared at Brian in his big pink baby outfit.
His mother took in the queue and turned to Anna. “I’ll change him while you queue.” Then she put her hand to her mouth apologetically realizing she had said ‘him’. The women gasped as Brian was led past them to the changing station. He heard whispers. “Did she say ‘him’?” “How old is that baby?” “Poor mite must be a very slow developer.” “Yes but to dress him like that ….?”
His mother helped him up onto the changing station. Fortunately there were two baby changing tables beside each other as he would be a squeeze on one. He realized that the women were going to see that he was a boy anyway fairly shortly.
He suc-ked hard on his soother as his mother took off his shoes, nappy cover and tights. “Hold up your dress there baby.” Brian held his petticoats back with his mittened hands. He couldn’t see what went on below but felt the plastic pants being peeled off and then he was exposed to the air for all to see. And the women watched eagerly. “Yes! He definitely has a … thing!”
His mother started to give the long explanation as to how Brian had ended up having nothing but baby dresses and nappies to wear. The ladies were now more amused than shocked by the situation whereby this boy had to wear nappies and frilly baby dresses. When they heard that he faced another week in nappies they all sighed sweetly at him.
Soon he was in a clean nappy and plastic pants and his tights and nappy cover were restored. He jumped down off the changing table and pushed his petticoats down as much as possible. Anna took over and his mother went to the loo. Brian had to stand and wait while the queue looked on. “You are so lucky you don’t have to queue”, a lady said looking down at his thick nappy and they all laughed. Brian just suc-ked ruefully on his soother.
When they exited the toilets Brian turned towards the car park. “I could really use some coffee”, his mother said, “I don’t want to fall asleep at the wheel.” So he was tugged towards the food court area after all. He whimpered through his soother. “People have seen you now anyway baby.”
But there were plenty more stares and dropped jaws as he was led to a booth in the coffee shop. A waitress approached quickly with her notepad clearly trying to maintain her professionalism by not laughing. “Two coffees please with cream buns.” The waitress noted it down. “And would you like us to heat up baby’s bottle?” Brian squirmed. “that’s very kind of you”, his mother answered taking the baby bottle from the pocket of his changing bag.
She returned with a tray with two coffees, two cream buns and his warmed up baby bottle. His mother handed him the bottle. “Thank the nice lady.” “hhnnnkkkuuuu”. “Do take your soother out for a moment baby.” Brian embarrassedly pushed out the soother and replaced it with the teat of his bottle and started suc-king on his milk much to everyone’s delight.
When they reached Anna’s mother’s house she was as amused as anyone to see Brian in his pink baby dress and nappy. “Oh there’s a lady next door with a baby girl who has been looking for a special outfit for her for a family party. I’m sure she’d love to see his dress and maybe you could get an order.”
Brian had just wet his nappy but didn’t want the neighbour to see him having his nappy changed and so said nothing for now. He had to waddle up and down in front of the ladies as the neighbour complimented his pink baby dress. “I’d certainly like something like that but perhaps not as frilly and without the petticoats. I wouldn’t dress a baby girl quite so prettily these days”, she added. Brian was even more mortified. He looked more sissy than anyone would even make their baby girl look!
“That’s no problem”, his mother said, “I just added all the embellishments to show what I can do.” The ladies continued to work out the details of the order.
When Anna suggested that they head back they noticed a hesitation from Brian. He had forgotten that his nappy was wet. He was becoming so used to it now! And he needed a poo. “Do you want a change before we start back?” his mother asked. Brian cringed. He didn’t want to do a poo in front of all the ladies but he had to do it before getting into the car. He sniffled and got down on all fours. The neighbour looked on quite puzzled. “Baby needs to do poo-poo” his mother explained. He heard a little giggle from her as he filled his nappy with squishy poo.
He hoped that the neighbour wouldn’t stay around for his changing but of course she was all too eager to witness this big boy having his soiled nappy changed.
So his mother had a new order to work on and when they got home he was required to sit in the play-pen and play quietly while she got to work. She and Anna brought more ladies around to see Brian in his baby dresses and sleeper while she had the chance. His only consolation was that they took care not to invite anyone too local who would know Brian.
The first of them took out her phone and took photos of him saying “I have a few friends who would like to see these”. Brian whimpered through his soother. More photos of him in his humiliating baby dresses! And these were going to be shared. He looked down at his nappy suddenly because he’d started wetting himself at the thought. His mother noticed what had happened and smiled sympathetically but said nothing while the lady was there.
Once she left she came over to him. “Oh baby did you wet yourself accidentally?” Brian looked down in shame and suc-ked on his soother. “It’s ok sweetie. Let’s cheer you up with some chocolate ice cream.” Brian was spoon-fed some nice ice cream before having his nappy changed. It was some little compensation.
The following morning when his mother woke him he looked down at his nappy again in surprise. “Oh did you wet yourself in your sleep Baby Cissy?” Brian sighed heavily. On the up side, after he’d had his nappy changed she fed him some Coco-Pops.
This continued over the next couple of days. If he had a little accident he was compensated with a little treat. One afternoon his mother came in with her shopping. When she put her bags down he noticed that she had bought a pavlova – his favourite. He felt his nappy warming with pee.
As he swallowed delicious pavlova the thought did cross his mind briefly that there could be some positive reinforcement going on here but his mum dropped a dollop of cream on top and the thought disappeared.
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A masterpiece!
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Really like the idea of positive reinforcement to keep the baby girl in nappies
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Totally love it, poor Cissy going to find out when he is allowed back into big boy clothes he have no pee pee or poo poo control lol
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:) Again 2 thumbs and both big toes! May-be Brian should share in the profits his mother is pulling in. Hear me out; she has saved over 300 bucks on modeling fees. And his modeling has reaped the in sales of her outfits. If there was some "profit sharing" maybe Brian would be happier in his outfits. Even when he makes it back to boy's cloths, if he ever does. I could see a situation where he has to wear training panties. His mother will approach him one evening about a modeling job where he would have enough to buy his new wireless game controllers. He will smile and release his bladder,soaking his trainers, and confirming his desire to "make more money".
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Eventually Brian’s mother got a call from the photographer that he had returned and they could pick up Brian’s clothes and her house keys. He had just wet his nappy. He knew that there was still some pavlova left. He tried to pretend that it had been an accident. He sniffled and suc-ked on his soother while pointing to his nappy. “Oh are you wet sweetie?” his mother asked. He nodded glumly and suc-ked hard on his soother trying to look like he needed cheering up. “Let’s get you changed.” She changed his nappy but there was no offer of cake and he sighed heavily. It was worth a try.
They drove to the photographer’s studio. As before, Brian was nervous sitting in the back seat in his pink baby dress. At least the bonnet covered his face well. At one point when stopped at lights he heard girls laughing in the next car. He couldn’t help himself but turn his head so his bonnet opening faced them and one of them made an exaggerated soother-suc-king motion towards him. He turned forwards quickly hiding his mortified face as he realized that he had been suc-king hard on his soother all the time without thinking of it.
He sat in the back of the car outside the studio hoping that no passer-by would stop and stare in. When his mother appeared with the hemp bag he began to get excited at the prospect of finally getting out of these damn baby dresses and nappies.
They drove home. He waited in the back of the car until his mother had opened the front door. Anna opened the car door and popped his seat belt. He waddled as quickly as he could to the front door. He could hear girls’ voices out on the street but he just ran in the door and hoped for the best.
His mother put the bags down. Brian immediately pointed to the hemp bag. “Nnnngggghhhh.” Then he realized that he didn’t need to suc-k on the soother anymore. He spat it out. “Can I have my clothes please Mum?”
She looked at him. “But sweetie I think you need to wear nappies now. You’ve had a lot of accidents.” “What? No!” He thought of how he had just pretended to wet his nappy in order to get cake and wondered how he could explain that to her. He was about to protest when she pushed the soother back into his mouth firmly. “You obviously need nappies now and your baby dresses are the only clothes that will fit over your thick nappies so you need to continue wearing those too.” “Nnnnggghhh!”
He saw that Anna had brought the fold-up play-pen in the car and she set it up in the sitting room and emptied a bag of his baby toys into the pen. His mother pushed him into the pen and closed the side gate behind him. “Now be good while I start preparing dinner.” Brian flopped down in the pen and looked frustratedly at his mittened hands that prevented him removing his baby dress or his nappy. Then he started to fill his nappy with pee. His mother was right. He couldn’t control it anymore.
Over the next few days Brian desperately tried to regain control of his toilet with mixed success. Whenever he saw cake his bladder wanted to let go but he managed to resist that. However, every morning he woke up already wet and had to lie there suc-king on his soother for comfort while he waited for his inevitable morning poop.
One day his mother brought him into the tv lounge at the back of the house and he saw that a larger wooden play pen had been set up and a camera tripod. “I’ve had this large play-pen made so that we can take more convincing photos of you in your baby dresses”, she told him. She nudged him into the play-pen and closed the side bars with a click.
He looked around and saw that all of the toys were large to look convincing alongside this large baby. The bars on the pen came up to his chest. When he plopped down on his bottom the side bars were higher than his head unlike in the normal pen he’d been in up to now.
His mother took lots of photos of him in baby poses in his lilac baby dress. He had to hug the large sized dolls and shake the adult baby costume rattle and try to look convincing and get it over with.
“I’ll just go and check these photos” his mother said leaving him clutching a doll in the pen. He stood up and looked for the opening in the side bars. It wasn’t easy to see where it was. The opening must be totally flush with the other side bars. Eventually he saw a small catch but he couldn’t move it with his hands in mittens.
He shook the side bars at the opening but there was no moving them. He realized that the side bars on this play-pen were too high for him to climb over. It effectively kept him in unless somebody let him out. He frowned. He sat back down and hugged his dolly a little tighter, upset at being confined to his play-pen. He wondered how long his mother might be.
She eventually came back in. “Those photos are great!” He was relieved that they didn’t need to do any more. His mother easily flipped open the catch on his play-pen and he waddled out gratefully. She led him to the kitchen. There was a large wooden high-chair set up. Brian hesitated but his mother pushed him on.
Anna raised the tray on the front of the high-chair, smiling as he waddled towards it being nudged on by the mother. They swept him up and into the chair and Anna swung the tray down in front of his tummy pressing his petticoats in as it clicked into place.
The chair fit him quite snuggly and he realized that it must have been made specially for him – again scaled up so that it looked normal when she took photos of him in his baby dress. Anna proceeded to pull straps over his shoulders and arms and snapped them together on his chest. He looked around the chair and saw that the straps were attached to it and if the tray didn’t keep him in place the straps certainly made sure that he couldn’t get out until freed by an adult. The catch on the straps on his chest needed to be squeezed to open and he certainly couldn’t do that with his mittens.
He wriggled in the high chair testing the strength of the straps. His lilac legs dangled at the front and there didn’t appear to be a step or bar for him to rest his feet on. He wondered why they had gone to so much trouble to make a replica high-chair in his size with authentic safety straps and baby-proof catch on the tray. He couldn’t even see where that catch was – presumably under the tray out of his sight.
Anna fed him a large baby bottle of milk and then spoon fed him a large plastic bowl of baby food while his mother snapped from every angle. Once again she disappeared to check the photos. Anna started to prepare dinner. Brian sat patiently in his high-chair occasionally struggling and testing the strength of the straps and discretely fumbling under the tray to try to find the catch. But he was stuck in the chair.
Anna asked him if he would like some of his toys from the play-pen. He thought they would be better than nothing so he nodded. She returned with a big doll which he had to hold in his right arm and a rattle with a ring on it that she pushed over his mitten on his left hand.
So he was left there hugging a doll and occasionally shaking his rattle with his other hand. When his mother returned with the camera she loved seeing him with the doll and rattle and took lots more photos.
When dinner was ready they pushed his high-chair over to the dinner table and sat down either side of him with their plates. Anna gave him another large baby bottle of milk so that he had some sustenance while he sat there watching them eat a delicious lasagna.
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yup nappy wetting giggles totally forgot about the possibility of larger size playpen and highchair. Is he going to be surprised at bedtime as well?
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I wonder if the girls in his neighborhood, who recognized him in the car when he left with his Mummy and Anna for Anna's mother's house, will be asked to babysit Brian when Mummy and Anna go out? Also, seems like an increase in wardrobe will be required since three dresses doesn't seem sufficient in the long term. Maybe some nice rompers with ruffles on the back and snaps between the legs for easy changes. Excellent story. Thanks again for writing.
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After dinner Brian was finally freed from his high-chair and his mother held up his pink sleeper. “Nnnngggghhhh!” he complained because it was still early for his already early bedtime. “It’s for more photos”, she told him so he cooperated as she removed his lilac baby dress and tights and put him in his pink sleeper.
She led him to his room and opened the door. There was a large cot in the corner. His bed was propped up on the other side against the wall. He whimpered as he was pushed towards the cot but he was soon bundled into it and his mother raised the side bars and they clicked in place. He turned around on his knees and put his mittened hands on the side bars. He looked out sadly through the bars which were over his head and his mother quickly snapped a photo.
He scrambled to his feet and saw that the side bars came to his chest and it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to climb out. He saw the same baby-proof catch on the side bars and sighed.
His mother made him play with his large toys in the cot while she took lots more photos. There was a mobile attached to the end of the cot that curved in over him. Cuddly animals dangled from it as it turned slowly.
His mother went off to check the photos and he was left alone in the room. He desperately checked the side-bars for weaknesses and shook them as hard as he could but the cot was well made and he was stuck in it.
Eventually his mother returned and expressed herself satisfied with the photos. “You may as well go to bed now”, she told him. “Nnggghhh!” he protested. “You are all set in your sleeper and you’ve had your bottle it’s only an hour to your normal baby bed time”, she insisted.
She took out a brand new set of baby monitors from a box and plugged the receiving end into a socket. She set the baby monitor on the chest of drawers beside his cot and turned the switch on. A little red light came on. “There we go!” his mother said happily. “You can just cry into this if do a poo poo while Mummy is still up.”
She drew the curtains while he continued to whimper protest from his cot. Anna wheeled his high-chair into the room and then set up his play-pen there. As they left the room and turned out the light he realised that he now had a full set of nursery furniture made large enough for him and secure enough to keep him confined.
For once he woke dry but there was no sound of anyone up. He was bursting to pee and poo but wanted to demonstrate that he had regained some control. But his mother had chosen to lie in that morning and securely confined to his cot as he was, he couldn’t go and wake her. The baby monitor light was out so it clearly no use to him at this time.
He tried shaking the cot bars again and made token efforts at trying to climb out but the side bars were too high and slippery. He eventually had to wet and soil his nappy.
Of course he heard his mother moving around the house minutes later. She came in and was unsurprised to find him wet and soiled. He just suc-ked on his soother and presumed that there was no point in trying to tell her he hadn’t wet his nappy in his sleep.
A couple of days later there was hammering noise coming from his room and when he was brought to his cot there was a large changing table in the place where they had propped his old bed up against the wall. He wondered where the bed was. He expected to have photos taken on the changing table – that was presumably why they had made a proportionally large table for him. But no, his mother just used it to change his nappy and he realized that it was brought in purely for that functional use.
He noticed when sitting in his play pen that the changing table had been built into the wall. It had a worryingly permanent look about it. He suc-ked harder on his soother.
Anna babysat him one day when his mother was out. She returned declaring “great news!” Brian desperately hoped that she had received enough orders for dresses so that he wouldn’t have to model any more.
“I’ve been taken on full-time by a clothing company!” “Congratulations!” Anna welcomed the news. “Ngh ngh ngh” Brian tried to agree through his soother. At last, no more making baby dresses at home.
His mother looked down on him. “We’ll have to find a nursery for you during the day.” He was shocked. “Nnngghhh?” Anna chipped in quickly. “A friend of mine runs a nursery and I know they have one vacancy at the moment. They are in huge demand but I think she would love to have Baby Cissy here.” “Nnnngggghhhh!” Then Brian looked down in surprise. He had wet himself at the thought of going to a nursery. His mother knew what had happened. “See sweetie. You need your nappies now so I have to send you to a nursery while I am at work.” Brian cringed.
His incontinence was clear but did they have to send him to the nursery in a sissy baby dress? Of course they did. His mother wasn’t giving up her side line work and other mothers with children at the nursery might like Brian’s dresses and order something.
Brian couldn’t believe he was being brought to a nursery in a pink baby dress with matching bonnet, nappy cover and pink tights. It was just on the next street so they walked. It turned out that the straps on his high chair could be removed and double-up as a harness.
So Brian waddled along with his mother keeping a firm grip of his reins and Anna carried his changing bag over her shoulder with a large baby bottle in the side pouch. Brian suc-ked on his large soother once again hoping that it and his restrictive bonnet would hide his face.
They got to the nursery without incident, just a few people watching mouth agape as they passed. “Oh what a pretty little darling!” Mrs. Foley who ran the nursery met them. “Isn’t he adorable!” Brian cringed when she said ‘he’. Everyone was going to know that he was a boy in a baby dress. “How old is he?” “Twelve”, his mother answered. “And has poor little Cissy got a little problem?” she asked patting the front of his nappy. Brian looked at the floor and suc-ked hard on his soother.
“We would love to take care of little Cissy but I have another parent who’s very interested. She says she’ll commit to a minimum of three months and pay in advance.” Brian perked up a little as it looked like he might not be consigned to the nursery after all.
“Well I’m happy to sign him in for six months”, his mother said. “Hhhnnnggggg?” Brian blurted through his soother in surprise. “Wait until I phone the other lady please.” Mrs. Foley went into her office and made the call. Brian was squirming in his nappy and pink tights at the thought of spending six months in his baby dresses. He whimpered through his soother plaintively trying to get his mother’s attention. But she ignored him.
“She says she will do nine months”, Mrs Foley called from her office. Brian looked hopefully at his mother. “A year”, she said immediately. “Nnnnnggggghhhh!” Mrs Foley spoke to the other lady and put down the phone. Brian looked at her desperately hoping. “The place is yours.” Brian wet his nappy copiously. As ever his mother noticed. “See sweetie this is why you need your nappies.” Mrs Foley smiled in sympathetic agreement. “I’ll get the forms for you to sign him in for a year.”
Brian’s mother got down on one knee and adjusted his pink bonnet. “You can take a gap year from school and next summer we can try to toilet train you again.” Try? He didn’t like the sound of that. But his more immediate problem was that Mrs Foley was coming from the office with the form. Brian started sniffling as his mother began filling it out. He didn’t want to spend a year in nappies, frilly baby dresses and tights, being looked after in a nursery every day of the week with a 7pm bed time.
“Just sign at the bottom to make it official.” Brian watched frustratedly as his mother signed without hesitation and that was it. “Can I take his changing bag? We’re clearly going to need that right away.” Anna handed over the bag as the ladies all tittered.
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Such a perfect outcome for little cissy baby brian.
Can't wait to see what else is in store for him
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further and further back to sissy babyhood his bottles and baby food and diapers. Nice maybe sometimes being baby sat by a girl his own real age...giggles
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“So Cissy can’t use his hands”, Mrs Foley observed looking at Brian’s mittens. “Needs to be bottle and spoon fed obviously.” His mother nodded. “I think we’ll put Cissy in with our one year olds.” “That would be about right”, his mother confirmed. Brian sniffled and suc-ked hard on his soother as he waddled towards the room with his one-year-old peers.
In the middle of the babies was a lovely young woman - or older girl he wasn’t quite sure. “This is Angie”, Mrs Foley introduced them. “Angie, this is little Cissy. He’s going to join your group.” Angie’s gorgeous face lit up and Brian really wished he wasn’t in a baby dress and nappy but she clearly liked it. “Oh what a darling. I love your pretty dress”, Angie said to a mortified Brian. She ran her fingers under his petticoats and he squirmed, feeling something stirring in his soggy nappy.
“Little Sissy needs changing already”, Mrs Foley informed her. “I’ll do it this time”, she said as she led him towards the changing area and Angie tittered at the confirmation that her new charge clearly needed his nappy. Brian visualized himself having his nappy changed by the wonderful Angie and there was more stirring in his nappy. He cringed wondering how he was going to avoid an embarrassing erection when it came to Angie’s turn to change him.
Mrs Foley was very business-like in changing his nappy. He lay back looking over at Angie playing happily with the babies and he thought being here might not be all bad.
He did get a little extra attention from her. He was hard to ignore – a twelve year old boy in a pink baby dress and bonnet sitting in the middle of one-year-old babies in normal onesies or even t-shirts and trousers for the lucky slightly older ones. He was eager to please her and she smiled happily if he shook his rattle or crawled wiggling his frilly bottom. But at the end of the day he had nothing but baby toys to amuse him.
She did try a few toys aimed at two or three year olds with him but with his hands in mittens he couldn’t play with them properly so she reverted to rattles and blocks.
At lunchtime she smiled as she removed his soother and replaced it with his baby bottle and was pleased to see that he could hold the bottle himself and suc-k happily on it while she fed another of her charges. But he couldn’t feed himself so she had to tie his bib on and spoon-feed him.
Inevitably in the afternoon he wet his nappy and she had to change him. Even as she led him waddling to the changing area he felt a stirring in his soggy nappy. He cringed. As she removed his nappy cover, tights and plastic pants he got more and more excited so by the time she removed his wet nappy he had a nice little hard-on.
He suc-ked desperately on his nappy trying to feel like a proper baby so his erection would go away. She just said “oh dear” and tried to proceed as if nothing had happened. She quickly had him cleaned and pinned into a clean nappy and before long his tights and nappy cover were restored and he was able to relax a little back with his baby toys.
He saw Angie have a serious conversation with Mrs Foley. They looked over at him and he shook his rattle trying to look as sweetly innocent as possible. Mrs Foley went for the phone. Brian wondered would this be a way out. Would he be kicked out of the nursery? He grew hopeful.
Mothers started arriving to pick up their little ones. Brian in his pink frilly baby dress stood out a mile and every one of them came over to have a look. Angie would say something like “Isn’t he sweet”, giving his real gender away immediately. “He?!” Brian could only sit there mortified in his pink dress, bonnet and tights as the mother’s asked all about him. “He needs to wear nappies and we have to keep his hands in these mittens to stop him taking his nappy off, don’t we dear? So he has to be bottle and spoon fed everything.”
“Where did that large baby outfit come from?” they’d ask smiling at his frilly nappy cover. “His Mummy made it.” “Really? Wow! “ “Cissy, hold out your petticoats there sweetie.” Brian cringed as he displayed his layers of organza under his baby dress. “Cissy? What an appropriate name”, they’d snigger.
Then Brian noticed to his horror that Mrs Johnson, three doors down from their house, had come in. She had a daughter, Tess, in his class in school! If she heard about him being in a baby dress and nappy his life would be over!
Tess had a three-year-old sister. That must be why her mother was here. He desperately hoped that she would head straight for the three-year-olds and not notice him. He tried to keep his head down and shook his rattle determinedly and she passed the door of his room. He breathed a little easier.
He realized that as she came back she would be facing his direction and more likely to see him so he started crawling to the other side of the room. The rattle that was hooked over his right hand shook noisily as he crawled along.
The door was behind him when he heard Mrs Johnson’s voice. “My goodness! Who is that?” He froze as he realized that his big thickly nappied, pink frilly bottom was facing her. His pink bonnet hid his face at that point but she was not going to be avoided now.
Angie went over to him smiling and took his hand making him turn over and sit on his bottom facing his neighbour. He looked up through the lace trim on his bonnet, suc-ked desperately on his soother and clutched his rattle as he watched the look of puzzlement on her face turn to some kind of recognition. Her little one, Sammie, was the first one to say it. “It’s Brian Mummy!” Her mother’s jaw dropped. She was right. What was the twelve-year-old boy from down the street doing here in a nursery for one-year-old’s wearing a pink frilly baby dress with matching bonnet and diaper cover and pink tights and suc-king firmly on a soother?
Brian flooded his nappy. He had been recognized. Tess was going to hear about it. His classmates were going to hear about this. His life was over. Angie recognized the signs. “Oh dear you have wet yourself again!” Mrs Johnson put her hand to her mouth. Brian clearly needed to wear that nappy!
“Wait until Tess sees this!” she remarked. She took out her camera phone. Brian whimpered desperately through his soother. Angie put her hand up. “Sorry no photos allowed here”, she reminded her, pointing to the sign on the wall.
Mrs Johnson put her phone away apologetically but Brian could see from the look on her face that she knew it was only postponing the inevitable. She bustled off quickly, clearly keen to tell her daughter. Her little girl looked back at Brian piteously in his wet nappy and pink baby dress. She didn’t need a soother anymore and wondered why this twelve-year-old boy clearly did.
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wonderful more humilation on the way for the sissy
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Brian’s mother must have been last to arrive at the nursery and he was subjected to mortifying examination by all the mothers. If they had two or three year olds, their kids would look pityingly on the twelve year old boy in the pink baby dress, who needed to wear a nappy and suc-k on a soother.
One mother with a little girl did say “You must give me his Mummy’s number, she’s clearly a very talented dressmaker.” Her daughter in her cute little t-shirt and pants looked up with concern. “Not that I would want anything quite so frilly and pretty”, her mother reassured her.
Brian sighed realizing that this would only reinforce his mother’s belief that sending him to the nursery in his pretty dresses might draw in more orders. Not that he had any other clothes that would fit over his nappy anyway. Angie waved to him with a big smile as he waddled away strapped into his harness and he thought that she was the one consolation in his predicament.
That evening he whiled away the first few hours in his cot thinking about her. He became aroused and started rubbing the front of his footed sleeper. He grew quite hard. But the thick soft nappy made it difficult for him to bring it to a conclusion. He rolled on his tummy and squirmed in his sleeper desperately trying to climax but it was impossible. He lay back frustratedly suc-king hard on his soother.
The following morning his mother changed his nappy, humming to herself all the time. She was all too pleased with her new job and having Brian in sissy dresses being looked after in the nursery. When he had been cleaned and powdered something odd happened. He looked down. She was placing something over his little member. It looked like a plastic tube. She also held another plastic part than looked like a double-u. This she pushed up behind his testicles and he felt it close into a ring. Somehow this was connected to the tube and she smiled as she looped a little padlock through a plastic post and clicked it shut. “Hhhhnnggg?”
“Someone is a little too fond of Miss Angie!” his mother teased. Brian looked at the ceiling and suc-ked on his dummy but just the mention of her name caused a stirring. “Cissy likes Miss Angie a lot.” He continued to grow but then his member met the hard confines of the plastic tube which kept it curved downwards and he could not get properly aroused. “Nnnngggghhhh!”
His Mummy pinned his nappy on over his chastity device and that was quickly followed by his plastic pants and lilac tights. “Angie is going to love your pretty lilac dress isn’t she?” Brian cringed as his Mummy pulled his baby dress on and buttoned him in.
As he waddled into the nursery Angie saw the embarrassed look on his face. “Oh what a pretty dress. And where did you get those gorgeous lilac tights in his size?” Brian suc-ked hard on his soother. “Have we taken care of his little problem?” she asked. She placed her hand on the front of his nappy and felt the hard casing within. Brian squirmed as his member responded to her touch but it was held firmly in a downward curve which with the tight tube prevented any arousal. Brian shuffled disconsolately towards the one-year-olds and his rattles and blocks.
Unfortunately for him Angie now felt that there was no need to exercise any restraint and became more touchy feely with him. When he needed his nappy changed, she held his hand as he waddled along and patted his nappied bottom playfully as he climbed up on the changing table.
Of course she had a good look at his chastity device when she had him cleaned and powdered. His member pressed desperately against the tube as she cupped his testicles in her hand and turned his device this way and that to see how it was securely locked on to him. Brian squirmed and bucked at every touch as his member tried to enlarge but he was denied any arousal.
She pinned him into his nappy and patted the front. “No more problems there then”, she said happily. Not for her maybe, Brian thought as he squirmed again under her touch. There was lots more touching around his bottom as she pulled his plastic pants up over his nappy and made sure it was tucked in all around and then as she pulled his lilac tights on and smoothed them over his nappy and all down his legs. Then there was still his frilly nappy cover to be carefully smoothed into position before Brian could waddle away and the dull pressure on his member could be relieved.
Although feeding himself from his baby bottle was the one thing he could do she insisted on giving him his bottle in the middle of the day. As he suc-ked on the teat his eyes drifted towards her breasts which were just about held in by her low-cut top and his little member couldn’t help but fight its losing battle.
That afternoon Mrs Johnson was later and arrived at the same time as his mother. Brian sat in his nappy mortified as they discussed his situation. His mother explained the whole photography session story and then described in detail how Brian quickly descended into incontinence and dependence on his soother.
“Luckily we have a nice collection of very pretty baby dresses that he can wear while he needs his nappies”, his mother told her. Brain didn’t feel lucky about that. “Well I’m sure my Tess would be only too delighted to babysit him if you need a night out or anything. She’s part of a babysitter group with her school friends. I’m sure they would all be delighted to help.” Brian cringed.
“That would be wonderful but do they know how to change old-fashioned cloth nappies?” “No I’m afraid not”, Mrs Jackson confirmed and Brian was given a glimmer of hope. “But I’m sure they would be eager to learn.” “Why don’t you send them all over this evening and I can demonstrate”, his mother suggested as she strapped Brian into his harness. He whimpered through his soother but was ignored as usual.
“Sure thing”, replied Mrs Johnson. “There’s only one thing”, she looked a little concerned. “I’m not sure if it’s appropriate given his …” she nodded towards his crotch. “Oh don’t worry about that. It’s been effectively neutralized.” Mrs Johnson raised her eyebrows wondering how that had been achieved and thinking she might join the girls herself in their nappy changing training.
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Aww how delightful little baby cissy will be wonderfully humiliated with the entire babysitting group & at least 1 mother to see him locked tight in chastity and having the girls learn how to change his nappies.
Will be eager to see the next chapter
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One of your best ever stories and I think I have read them all.
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This story just gets better and better I love it.
I bet Tess and the other girls cant wait to tease Brian as they change his terry towelling nappies.
Wouldn't it be karma if in the past him and his friends had teased Tess and her friends about have to wear something that looked like a diaper when the boys discovered how once a month the girls couldn't take part in PE at school.
Brian now is not only wearing the real thing but aslo using it for its intended purpose. Since Brian is in with the one year olds maybe Mommy should look into getting him a pram to push him in for school. And the girls could take him for walks to the park in it. LOL
Love this story and I hope you don't mind my suggestions? They just popped into my head as I was typing.
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So later that day Mrs Johnson arrived with 6 girls in tow - her daughter Tess and two of her friends also from Brian’s class, her toddler daughter Jackie and two other girls from the class behind Brian’s. When they were shown into Brian’s room they were amazed.
Brian looked up from his play-pen with a doll clutched under one arm and a rattle on the other hand, suc-king hard on his soother. “Oh isn’t he adorable!” “What a pretty dress – oh look at that bonnet!” “Where did you get those lilac tights!” “Look, his play-pen is extra large! I bet he can’t get out of it.” There was tittering. “And look at his cot. That must have been made specially to keep him in!”
“Can we put him in the high-chair?” “We must change his nappy first”, his mother interrupted. “Then you can give him his evening bottle and feed and put him to bed.” Brian squirmed in the soggy nappy he’d being sitting in for the last hour. His mother wanted the girls to have a real life nappy change for practice.
His mother opened the pen and he got to his feet. “Oh look at his matching frilly nappy cover!” Mrs Johnson noticed the extra large changing table. “Gosh this has been built into the wall!” “Yes well I had to sign Cissy in to the nursery for a year to secure the place.” “So Brian is going to be in nappies for a year!” Tess echoed and all her friends giggled.
Brian climbed up on the changing table eager for this to be over with. There was lots more tittering as his frilly nappy cover was removed and then they peeled off his lilac tights before the real work began.
Brian suc-ked hard on his soother looking up at the ceiling through the lace trim of his bonnet as they removed his plastic pants. There were lots of ‘ew’s and giggles from the girls as his soggy cloth nappy was revealed. Mrs Johnson unpinned it as Brian held his lilac dress and petticoats back.
Needless to say that they were all fascinated by the chastity device that encased Brian’s boy parts. Tess explored it with her hands while one of the other girls joked that they should get one for her brother. With the close attention from Tess, his member started to enlarge. He tried to think of something else but she smiled prettily at him on seeing his attempt at arousal. They all came in to have a close look at how he pressed against the limitations of the small tube and squirmed uncomfortably.
He had to lie there with his nether regions exposed to the girls for what seemed like ages while his mother explained the creams and powders and the importance of keeping him hairless around there. He had to turn over with his bottom on show while the girls took turns to rub creams in and powder him.
Little Jackie came around in front of his face to giggle at him suc-king hard on his soother while his bare bottom was in the air. Eventually Tess wrapped a clean cloth nappy around him and Mrs Johnson displayed how to ensure that everything was tucked into his elasticated plastic pants by pushing Brian’s legs up in the air. Then his tights and nappy cover were restored.
Immediately the girls wanted to put him in his high chair for feeding. They eagerly strapped him in and clicked the tray in front of him. One of the girls fetched his bottle while Tess took out her camera phone. Brian whimpered through his soother and looked desperately at his mother for support. But she said nothing and Brian could hear the camera click as he squirmed against his harness and kicked his lilac legs.
The other girls took out their phones and followed suit. Brian was helpless as they photographed and videoed him in his high chair. Then there was discussion about which social media was best to share it on to get to all their school mates. Brian started sniffling as he realized that all his school friends were going to see him in his lilac baby dress, bonnet and tights, strapped into a baby’s high chair, suc-king on a soother.
Tess held his petticoats up to make sure that his frilly nappy cover could be seen and the bulge of his nappy underneath. Then she got a friend to hold her phone while she made a video-diary type recording. “We have just changed Baby Cissy’s nappy and here comes his bed-time bottle.” She pulled Brian’s soother out and they were all amused at his clear displeasure at that but Tess pushed the teat of his bottle in firmly and held it up so he had no choice but to start suc-king.
This was followed by spoon-feeding him some pureed vegetables. They loved the way he winced at the first few mouthfuls but gradually became resigned to having to clear the plastic bowl.
The girls were delighted with his pink sleeper and were quick to undress him and button him into it. He was pushed into his cot and the side bars were raised. “It looks like he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.” “No, Mummy can be sure that Baby Cissy will stay in his cot all night.”
“What did you do with his bed?” Mrs Johnson asked. “It’s in the spare room” his mother answered. “Jackie needs a proper bed now, could we borrow yours?” Mrs Jackson suggested. “Sure!” “Nnnggghh!” Brian protested from the cot and they all laughed at his helpless objection.
“In fact we were about to redecorate her room – she’s no longer into the pink fluffy stuff anymore, are you dear?” The three-year-old shook her head and made a face and then looked at Brian in his pink footed sleeper and was happy that she was too big for baby stuff like that now.
“We have a set of drawers that we could swap for that one for instance”, Mrs Johnson continued. She had a discussion with Brian’s Mum outside the room. When they returned his mother was holding a roll of black bin bags. “Girls would you put Brian’s old clothes into these bags please.” “Hhhnnnggg?”
The girls were only too eager to empty the contents of the drawers and wardrobe into the bags, leaving just his pink, yellow and lilac baby dresses hanging prominently in the wardrobe. “Nnnnggghh!” Brian protested desperately as he shook the bars of his cot.
But his set of drawers was removed from the room and a few minutes later the mothers brought in the replacement from Jackie’s room. They placed it in the corner and stood back. It had three drawers with the words “Nappies”, “Plastic Pants” and “Nappy Covers” carved into them and painted in pastel colours. “Perfect”, his mother said as Brian whimpered through his soother. He stared desperately through the bars of his cot as the plastic bags were all removed from the room.
Brian turned restlessly in his cot for hours that night with the knowledge that his clothes were now gone and all he had to wear were three baby dresses with matching bonnets, frilly nappy covers and tights. His room was furnished completely appropriately for his year in nappies. The girls had worked out a rota so that at least one of them would have a chance to change his nappies and feed him every day.
The room had been full of happy smiling faces as he was tucked into his cot for the night, clutching a teddy bear and suc-king hard on his soother. The girls’ phones bleeped every few seconds as another person liked or shared the photos and videos. His mother turned out the light saying “Sweet dreams!” It was more like a nightmare!
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Another great chapter thank you. :D
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Loved this chapter
Having the girls sending out pictures, videos and messages about brian was perfect even if he gets out of diapers and baby girl dresses the entire school will know what happened
Cannot wait to see each girl getting to babysit our little sissy and How they add there own humiliations
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The following Saturday Brian’s mother wanted to go on a shopping trip so Tess and Mary, another girl from his class, babysat him. They turned up early enough to choose his pink baby dress with its matching bonnet, nappy cover and tights.
Brian was strapped into his high chair being fed his bottle by Mary when Tess suggested pulling back the net curtains on the window so that “Baby Cissy can see out”. Brian tried to gurgle some protest with the large teat of the bottle firmly jammed in his mouth. He was more concerned about people seeing in!
As he continued to suc-k on his bottle Tess sent a message on her phone and tried to look as if everything was normal. Within a minute other girls from his school arrived at the window. Brian squirmed in his high-chair but he was well strapped in.
“It’s true! Brian’s dressed like a baby girl!” “He’s so cute in that bonnet!” “And his pink tights!” Brian desperately tried to get out of the high-chair but they just laughed at his pink legs kicking helplessly and eventually he had to settle down and continue suc-king on his bottle.
“He’s actually being bottle and spoon-fed every meal!” “And he’s wetting his nappies. Look at that big changing table.” “He’s a total sissy one-year-old baby!”
Other girls joined them as Brian was spoon-fed his breakfast. There was nothing he could do other than slump in his high-chair in full view of the window until one of his baby-sitters let him out. Eventually Tess unpopped his straps and helped him down. She led him to his play-pen. “Look! His baby dress is so short we can all see his nappy!” “Look at those pretty frills on his tush!” His only consolation was that they hadn’t realized that he wet himself copiously as the girls outside the window teased him.
As he plonked down in his play-pen Tess closed the side bars and the commentary from outside the window continued. “He’s being kept in a play-pen!” He was indeed and was held there in full view of the window. “Look! He’s got a big cot too! He must be sleeping in there every night!”
Tess restored the net curtains just before his mother arrived home so she had no idea that Brian had been on display all morning. She came into his room smiling. “We have a surprise for you!” Brian braced himself. None of the surprises he’d had lately have been good ones.
Anna wheeled in a large push-chair. “Ta-da!” Brian looked on it wearily. It was clearly large enough for him to sit in. It was probably designed for a disabled older child. His mother opened the side bars of his play-pen. “Come on, try it out for size.” Brian climbed to his feet and waddled over to it. Anna helped him in.
She started pulling straps over his shoulders and another up between his legs and snapped them together in front of him much like the high-chair. Brian sighed heavily. He fit in it perfectly. Anna raised his feet and swung a footrest under them. Brian thought that was an improvement on his high-chair. Then he felt Velcro straps being secured around his ankles.
“Shall was take a spin down to the park?” “Nnnngggghhhh!” But of course Brian was fully strapped in and his pleas were ignored as he was pushed out of the room and down the corridor to the front door. He wriggled against his straps. He tried to free his feet but he was held firm.
They left him in front of the hall mirror for a moment while they opened the door. He could see that the strap up between his legs pinned his petticoats up and his pink frilly nappy cover was on view. It was clear that it stretched over a thick nappy.
Tess took his changing bag and slipped it onto a hook at the back of the chair and pushed his large baby bottle into the side pocket. Now everyone they met would see that Brian was wearing a nappy, was clearly required to use it and be fed from a baby bottle.
“Off we go!” his mother declared cheerfully. Brian whimpered as they opened the front door but they pushed him out and eased the chair down the two steps. “I must get a ramp put in so we can get you in and out more easily!” Brian sniffled and suc-ked hard on his soother. He didn’t like to hear of structural changes being made to the house as it implied he might be in nappies a long time.
As they pushed him down the street they were joined by the girls who had been looking in the window at Brian. They all wanted a turn at pushing him along and he could only sit there suc-king hard on his dummy as they met people who were astonished at this large child in a baby dress clearly wearing a nappy.
It was obvious though that some neighbours had seen the videos and photos shared on social media. “There’s Cissy! Oh you are out and about in public now. Your dress is so pretty!”
Brian was pushed into the park. It was a sunny day and there were plenty of people about. They came to the play area which was busy with children of all ages. “I’m sure he’d love to watch the children play”, his mother said as she packed his pushchair beside a bench and locked the wheels.
Brian whimpered through his soother as he realized that he was going to be on display to all of the children. Many of them rushed over. “It’s Brian in his nappy and baby dress!” “He’s really wearing pink tights!” ”That bonnet is so cute!” “Does he really have to wet his nappy?” “Yes, look at the changing bag!” “He has to do poo-poos too!” “No! How old is he?” “Twelve!”
“Who would like to give Baby Cissy his bottle?” his mother asked. “Me!” “Me!” “Me!” She handed it to one girl. “You can take in turns.” Brian just suc-ked on his bottle hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible. “Baby Cissy loves his baby bottle!”
When his bottle was finished his mother stood up and unlocked his pushchair. At last! “Let’s go to the pond.” Brian sighed. He just wanted to get back to his play-pen in his nursery. Of course, what he thought didn’t matter and he was pushed to the corner of the park where the pond was.
Lots of people were feeding the ducks. Brian’s pushchair was locked at the pond’s edge. A little girl came over with a slice of bread. “Would Baby Cissy like to feed the ducks?” “I’m afraid Baby Cissy can’t use his hands”, his mother told her. The girl looked at him sympathetically as Brian suc-ked hard on his soother. She pointedly threw the bread right in the water in front of him so the ducks would come closer.
Brian didn’t care. He just wanted to get home and curl up in his cot. “Oh look the café is open!” Brian cringed as he was pushed towards the busy café and people in the queue turned to see his approach.
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The public humiliation was fantastic. I do hope that little cissy needs a poopy nappy change before returning home
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Yes totally agree the public humiliation is awesome. Getting girls his age to babysit the Cissy also a great idea.
Sounds like cissy may need a special school when the yr off is finished. Potty training a big sissy lol is the only way but definately don't see cissy getting out of night time nappies.
Since i just caught up on a few chapters great idea on the chastity. As we all know any sissy should be locked...giggles
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Again, many thanks for your excellent story DaraJaney! As always, one of the best and most prolific storytellers on this site or elsewhere.
I do, however, have one question in regard to the back story. The initial premise of putting Brian into dresses was serving as a stand-in model. Though forced to model, Brian did his job since money was tight. Likewise when is came to modelling the baby clothes. What I seem to miss is the motivation behind the continuing humiliating infantilization. He is clearly being punished. Was Brian a problem at home/school? Was he miserable to the girls? Of course I can use my imagination but I would love to know the prelude, if possible. Thanks again.
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His mother could now take Brian to his nursery in the pushchair which was quicker than his slow waddle. One morning when she arrived, Mrs Foley told her that they had a gas leak and had to close for the day to get it fixed. She had agreed with other nearby nurseries to look after her customers. “Would you please go to the Playtime Nursery? They eh … know the situation”, she assured his mother, nodding at Brian in his lilac baby dress.
Brian whimpered and struggled against his straps as he was wheeled towards the nursery. He knew that it was opposite his school. But he was well strapped in and his mother was eager to get away to work. As they turned the corner he saw hundreds of children around the gates to the school. There was nothing he could do as he was propelled towards them except suc-k on his soother and hug his dolly. The dolly! No!
Children quickly lined Brian’s path to the gate. “I can’t believe he’s supposed to be a twelve-year-old boy! What a cissy baby!” The crowd of school children around Brian grew so great that his mother had to stop. “Where did you get that big baby dress!” a girl asked. “I made it!” his mother replied. “Really? You made it specially for him and added all those frills and made him a bonnet and frilly nappy cover?” His mother smiled at what she took for praise and adjusted Brian’s bonnet. All of the children gathered around laughed.
Brian could do nothing except sit there in the centre of them strapped into his pushchair in his lilac baby dress, petticoats strapped up to his chest to reveal his frilly nappy cover, suc-king on his soother and clutching his dolly. He wet himself heavily and looked down shamefully at his nappy.
“Oh no! I’ve only just changed your nappy!” his mother protested. “He’s wetting himself right in front of us!” a girl announced. The laughing children all jostled for a view of Brian’s face as he continued to fill his nappy. Eventually his mother pushed through as she remembered she was going to be late for work.
As Brian was pushed towards the door of the new nursery he braced himself. A whole new set of children and childcare staff were going to be introduced to him. A whole day of explanations to mothers as to why this twelve-year-old boy was in a nursery for one-year-old babies, dressed in a lilac baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover over a thick cotton nappy and lilac tights.
And he was announced immediately as having already wet his nappy and needing a change. The ladies were only too eager to volunteer to change his nappy. They had heard about his chastity device and were eager to see it and touch it and to test if it really kept him from experiencing any arousal when teased.
As he waddled away to have his nappy changed his Mum said “have a fun day!” Brian glared at her and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Oh we will!” the ladies chorused.
Brian and his mother eventually settled into a routine. He attended his nursery every weekday. The local girls had an efficient rota to take turns baby-sitting him. He had his regular routine of bottles and feeds, spent his twelve hours of daytime in his play-pen or high-chair and his twelve hours at night confined to his cot. He was wetting and soiling his nappy with clockwork regularity. He was dressed every morning in his pink, lilac or yellow baby dress. He had a second pink footed sleeper.
Much as he hated having to act like a little helpless baby, he came to realise that he was treated better if he played along and acted like a happy sissy baby. His mother and everyone else just loved seeing him in his pretty baby dresses. He got nicer food and everyone smiled at him and played with him. If he acted in any way sullen or unhappy – which of course is what he actually felt – then he would find pureed spinach and cabbage for lunch and he might be left in a soiled nappy for longer.
He got special treats if he acted the happy baby for visitors. They loved it if he sat prettily in his play-pen, his petticoats neatly arranged around him, shaking a rattle and looking up angelically through the lace of his bonnet, suc-king eagerly on his soother. If he crawled around wiggling his frilly bottom in full view he was guaranteed chocolate ice cream for dessert. So that is exactly what he did.
The worst part was when they were about to go. “He looks so happy in his pretty baby dress, playing with his toys!” Brian cringed inwardly at the idea that anyone would think he liked being kept as a sissy baby but had to hold up the act and smile. He didn’t want to jeopardise his chocolate ice-cream at the final stage.
It was only when he was approaching the first year anniversary of being put back in nappies that Brian’s routine began to be disturbed. What was going to happen? Was his mother going to toilet train him again? He wet and soiled himself without thinking much about it now. She did make some attempts at encouraging him to regain control. She told him that if he was dry in the morning he would get a treat but he inevitably woke already wet.
So when the morning of the new school year came along she came into his nursery bearing a school uniform. Brian looked up hopefully. He was never so glad to see those grey trousers and green sweater. “These trousers should be large enough to go over your nappy if you want to go back to school today”, she told him. Brian cringed. He desperately wanted to wear trousers again but if it was obvious to everyone that he was wearing a thick nappy under them, there would be no point.
He recalled the crowd of school children gathered around his push chair laughing at him in his baby dress wetting his nappy. There was no way he could face them again and certainly not day in day out at school. How could he do without his soother which had been a source of comfort to him for the last year?
His mother held the trousers up. “So do you want to go back to school?” Brian’s shoulders sagged. He shook his head, looked down disappointedly and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Ok then”, his mother accepted and went to get his pink baby dress. She was clearly happy with his choice as she pulled his pink tights up over his nappy and patted his bottom playfully. Brian sighed as he saw her throw his trousers and sweater into a plastic bag.
They arrived at the nursery. “So Baby Cissy is still with us!” Mrs Foley declared. “Yes I think I can sign him in for another year!” Brian sniffled and whimpered through his soother. “Excellent!” Angie came smiling towards him. “Oh does Cissy need changing already?!”
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Still loving your story. I hope when its Brian's birthday all his little nursery friends are invited to his birthday party.
Just think of all the lovely presents he could get. And baby games they could play :-[
And he could write his letter to Santa Claus soon. In crayon of course. LOL
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Mrs Foley asked Brian’s mother if they should move him up to the two-year-olds’ room now that he had been with them for a year. “No, he is just as helpless as he was”, his mother responded. “As long as I have to keep his hands in mittens to stop him taking his nappy off then he is going to have to be bottle and spoon-fed everything and can only play with rattles and blocks. He has no control over his toilet now. There’s not much prospect of change so I think he’ll probably stay with the one-year-olds as long as he’s here.”
Mrs Foley smiled her agreement and Brian suc-ked hard on his soother. But how long was he going to be here? There was no sign of an end to it, no prospect of escape. Where would he go dressed in a pink baby dress and wearing nappies that he really needed to use. Who else was going to change his nappies?
So Brian remained an honorary one-year-old and had to watch as the real babies progressed, developed and moved up to the two-year-olds while he could only sit there and shake his rattle while he enviously watched them move on.
What made it worse was that the lovely Angie was promoted to the two-year-olds and Brian would have loved to follow her but had to admire from afar as he played with his blocks.
A few weeks later, Anna looked at Brian playing quietly in his play-pen. “Maybe it would be kinder to regress his mind so that he didn’t know he was a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappies.” Brian frowned. What did she mean? “Can that be done?” his mother asked, clearly interested. “I know a good hypnotist”, Anna replied. “I think he could make him believe that he is really a one-year-old girl.”
Brian was disturbed by the idea. Yes it was the most frustrating thing in the world to be a thirteen-year-old boy being kept like a one-year-old baby girl but he didn’t want to actually feel like a one-year-old. How long would they keep him like that? Whatever little powers of protest he had he wanted to keep.
A few days later he was sitting in his high-chair facing the window after his bottle. There was a caller at the door who entered the room behind him. He was never too eager to face a new torment so he just kept looking out the window.
Next thing a pendant swung before his eyes and in a second or two he was in a trance. The man came around in front. “You feel like a one-year-old baby girl. You cannot use your fingers. You cannot talk except to say ‘Ma-ma’”. Anna was looking on smiling. Brian’s eyes were fixed on the pendant.
“You cannot walk unless helped by an adult. You want your soother at all times. You do everything you are told to.” Brian’s mother appeared beside him. “Hello!” The man appeared to be thrown a little by her interruption but resumed. “You have the mind of a one-year-old so you do not think it’s at all strange to be like this.” He clicked his finger and Brian suddenly looked away from the pendant. He looked around the room and up at the adults around him. He certainly appeared to be different. Perhaps a little confused at first.
His mother untied the mittens from his hands. “Take your rattle baby.” Brian fumbled for the rattle and was just about able to push his hands into the ring, hold it and shake it. “Good baby.” His mother opened the tray of his high-chair and helped him down. He held on to her tightly as he waddled unsteadily across the room. She gradually let him go and he went down on his hands and knees and crawled towards the door of the play-pen, his frilly bottom wagging as he went.
She closed the side bars on his pen as he sat in the centre. She reached in and removed his soother. He looked unhappy. “How’s my baby?” “Ma-ma!” he uttered and she was pleased. But he reached out for his soother and she let him take it in his mouth again. He suc-ked on it contentedly.
They thanked the hypnotist and he left. His mother turned to the play-pen again. “Baby Cissy!” she smiled happily. Brian shook his head. She looked puzzled. “No?” He shook his head again and frowned. “Brian?” He nodded and looked down frustratedly at his helpless hands.
The two women looked down on him in the pen. “So you can’t use your hands, you can only crawl and say ‘Mama’ and clearly need your soother.” Brian looked crestfallen. “But you still know that you are a thirteen-year-old boy in a baby dress and nappy.” Brian nodded.
“You interrupted the hypnotist just before that bit”, Anna recalled. “Is he still here?” his mother asked. Anna looked out the window to see his car pulling away. “Oh well, about 90 per cent of it worked”, she said looking down at Brian. “Yes it was worth a try”, his mother said philosophically.
So they went about their business leaving Brian sitting in his play-pen in his pink baby dress contemplating his future. He was now completely as helpless as a one-year-old baby, unable to use his hands, walk or talk. He was going to continue to be dressed in frilly baby dresses with matching bonnet, nappy covers and tights and spend his day in his custom built nursery. But he was still fully conscious that he was really a thirteen year old boy. He now realized that ignorance would have been bliss. Instead he had to wonder was this ever going to end for him?
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Very interesting path taken with the hypnotist and not sure how to feel about it i would have loved to see it be completed as leaving him as he is might be a but too cruel but your stories have been so good that i think by the end i will really like what happens
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Dara Janey,
I have been catching up on your wonderful story.
Leaving Brian's mind aware of his situation is what really makes this story. Mom's interruption of the hypnotist seems totally accidental on purpose. His humiliation will never stop.
Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us.
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As always, your stories are well written and fascinating but I have to admit feeling sorry for Brian. I know he is pretty much in the same position as he was before but that was previously due to the use of various implements (e.g. mittens). Now, he has had his basic abilities robbed from him and, with his self awareness in tact, it's more like he is "buried alive" in a non-responsive husk of a body, only marginally better than suffering full paralysis from an accident. Don't see humiliation any more since he is physically incapable, only sadness. Hope there is some reprieve for him in the future. Sorry, but just thought the story took a dark turn, which is unusual in your writings.
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I'm hoping he can at least grow up from here at a natural pace. Maybe move up to a two year old level next year. But in general I love the screwed up hypnosis idea. Mind control is a trope, having it only be half of what was intended is a neat way to play with the trope.
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It has been a wonderful story the only thing i disagree on is the hypnosis but love how his mother worked him into diapers full time and babyhood.
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It takes all types but I think the hypnotist was a master stroke!
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That's fascinating feedback everyone. Thanks all for expressing your views both positive and critical.
I had intended to end the story there but I see now that some people are concerned for Brian's future. So I have composed an Epilogue to reassure you all that Brian's humiliation will indeed continue ... relentlessly!
EPILOGUE
One day a new staff member arrived at Brian’s nursery. She passed the room for the one-year-olds and stopped suddenly, seeing this very odd vision in pink in the centre of the room. “What the …?”
Angie stood beside her and smiled. “Oh Jill, that’s our most special baby!” she told her. “Baby Cissy!” Brian sighed heavily and suc-ked hard on his soother as Jill walked into the room. She said nothing as she took in the very big ‘baby’ in a pink frilly dress, layers of petticoats, a matching lace-trimmed bonnet, pink tights and booties, holding a rattle and suc-king on a soother.
Obviously her first thought was that the child must have a serious developmental problem but why the oversized old-fashioned baby clothes? Nobody even dressed a real one-year-old girl like that anymore, she thought, as she looked around the room at the babies mostly dressed in miniature versions of adult clothes these days.
And even if an older child had a mental age of one, you wouldn’t put them in a nursery with actual one-year-olds let alone dress them like one! She was truly perplexed.
Angie was amused by her confusion so let her wonder for a while before dropping the bombshell. “Isn’t he pretty?” Jill looked at her is disbelief. “He?!!!” Angie laughed. “I know! For the last 18 months he’s been in nappies and baby dresses and we’ve been looking after him during the day while mummy is at work.” Brian looked at the floor in front of them.
Jill was totally confused. “How old is he actually?” “Thirteen”, Angie answered. “And why is he ….?” Jill didn’t feel the need to complete the rather obvious question.
“Well apparently it started with his mother making him model dresses that she made herself. She wanted to make pretty baby dresses and made some big enough for him to model too.” Jill cut in. “So his mother actually made these frilly baby clothes for him?!” “Yes, he has a very pretty lilac dress too and another yellow one – all with matching bonnets and booties!”
“Cissy! Why don’t you show Jill your dolly”, Angie suggested. The doll was on the floor behind him so he had to turn over a crawl to it. Jill put her hand to her mouth when she saw his pink frilly nappy cover, framed nicely by his petticoats and clearly stretching over a very thick nappy.
“Somehow they got locked out of their house or something”, Angie continued, “and he ended up having to wear his baby dresses and nappies for a week. I believe that he started wetting himself and he hasn’t stopped since. I think his mommy quite liked the new arrangement and now he has a complete nursery at home with a suitably large play-pen to keep him in and a secure cot for him at night time.”
“Seriously?! He’s been like this for 18 months?!” “Yes. Once everyone knew about him, especially his school friends, he didn’t want to go back to school –and he still needed to wear a nappy. So here he is with us!”
“And how long will this go on for?” “I don’t know. His mommy is quite happy. She gets lots of help from the girls in his old school class who are only too pleased to baby sit him and change his nappies. He is helpless to do anything about it. He’s been here with our one-year-olds all along. While all the real babies move up, he isn’t changing at all.”
It all got too much for Brian under the lovely Jill’s stunned look and he started wetting his nappy. Angie knew the signs well. “Oh dear! Somebody’s going to need changing.” “You mean he’s wetting his nappy right now?!” Brian looked to the side and suc-ked hard again on his soother as the flow only increased.
“Right well you’re getting an early lesson in changing an old-fashioned cloth nappy”, Angie told her, helping Brian to his feet. “Could you hold Cissy on the other side please?” Brian waddled wobbily while being helped along by the two pretty ladies.
“Here let me!” Jill insisted when it came to removing Brian’s nappy cover, tights and plastic pants. When she unpinned his cloth nappy she got another surprised. “Gosh!” She saw the chastity device on Brian’s member.
Angie laughed. She’d forgotten, she was so used to it now. “Unfortunately, that is the only part of him that actually functions like a teenage boy!” she tittered. Brian cringed as Jill started examining his chastity more closely. “Oh my goodness! He is getting bigger”, she observed as his member tried to become erect.
“Not for long”, Angie sniggered as his pen-is met the hard resistance of the down-curved plastic tube. “Gosh, it’s locked on!” She ran her fingers around the ring behind his testicles and wiggled the little padlock. Brian twitched and squirmed as this only further teased him. “Yes his mother has the key. There’s no budging it. We’ve all tried”, she laughed. Brian recalled all the times the girls in his class tried for ages to turn his chastity this way and that, tug a little here and there in vain.
Brian started sniffling as he endured this latest humiliation under the gaze of his latest carer. “Oh don’t worry sweetie”, she reassured him. “I’ll soon have you back in a clean nappy and in your pretty frillies and tights!” Brian cringed as she clearly warmed to the idea of looking after the teenage boy in the pink baby dress, just like all the others had.
When she tied his booties back on she led him back into the centre of the room with the real one-year-olds. He flopped down on the floor. She handed him his dolly and a rattle. She straightened his bonnet and tweaked his soother playfully. She stood up and looked down at him with her hands on her hips. “We’re going to have fun aren’t we Baby Cissy?” Brian tried to force a smile as he looked up at her. He knew well now that it was better to grin and bear it so he smiled as sweetly as he could.
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Thank you for the last chapter i am sorry to see it not continue.
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Wanted to say how much I love your stories. I fantasize much about being forced to live the life of a crawling newborn and the rare story with such things are always special treats above the whole new diaper/tg story thing) and I love all yours that I've found. The only baby behaviour I can think of that you haven't covered at some point is babbling nonsense all the time. Glad to see stories I haven't seen before. Was dubious about the hypnotist because without the whole awareness of not being an actual infant but being trapped in a life of a 10 month old and the accompanying ongoing shame and humiliation really drive the fun for me. Glad it ended up being "botched" hypnosis to enforce baby baby behaviors. I would have been sad :) *waves*
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Hmm the only reason he was put with the one year olds was he walking. One year olds can use their fingers very well so they can play with far more complex fun toys. 6 month olds however cannot use their fingers so they play with toys by trying to grab it between their fists or putting a fish through a toy and shaking it. I think that's were going to get his toys - the six month old section of toy stores. 6 month olds also start crawling. So given they were probably stocking 6 month old toys specially for him because he was walking when he was made to crawl he should have been sent to be one the 6 month olds he could actually play with as crawling peers with the same toys. :)