Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Little_Susie on March 05, 2012, 03:46:49 PM
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This was a storyI wrote a number of years ago when I had had less practice at writing stories. I hope you feel it is worth reading
Little Susie.
Chapter 1
It all started a few months after my little sister Andreas first birthday, I was very jealous of her, as since she had been born she appeared to be getting everything whilst I was being ignored. Whether it was true or not doesn't really matter. One morning yet another present arrived for her which when opened was a pack of three lace trimmed satin babies bibs each embroidered differently one with birds, one with rabbits and one with the word 'BABY' surrounded by flowers. At dinner time my mother put my sister in her high chair, then took the bib with 'Baby' on it out of the packet and tied it around Andrea’s neck and then went to get the lunch from the kitchen. Whilst she was out of the room I took another of the bibs out of the packet, the rabbit one, and put it next to the mat in my place. I know it was designed as a baby girls bib and it was a while since I had worn a bib myself but I was fed up with Andrea apparently getting everything and me nothing, so I reasoned that anything of hers that I had would be better than nothing. When my mother returned she put down our plates and then tied the bib I had chosen round my neck. She said nothing but I remember her being surprised at my obvious pleasure. I suppose she believed I was pleased at wearing the bib rather than the real reason of having obtained something of my sisters. At the end of the meal I removed it and left it on the table and when my mother had sorted out Andrea, put her back in her playpen and then cleared table she said nothing about it. At tea time I was pleased to see that she had put out two lacy bibs, one for each of us, and she tied them on Andrea and I just before bringing us out our tea.
This state of affairs continued for about nine months with both Andrea and I wearing her bibs. I usually wore the lace trimmed ones with the rabbits or birds on them when I got a chance to choose. After a while mother realised this and she usually arranged for me to wear one of these. By unspoken agreement the one labelled with 'Baby' was reserved for Andrea.
On Andreas second birthday an aunt sent her a couple of pretty girl’s floral pinny's one of which my mother started her using whilst the bibs which we both had been wearing were no longer around. I had got so used to wearing a bib again that after a couple of days I wanted to wear one of them and decided to see if I could find them. A short search revealed all of her bibs, including the ones I had been using, in a draw in Andreas room. As I knew mother was getting lunch ready I selected the lace trimmed rabbits bib and whilst she was in the kitchen I placed it on the already laid table and left the room. When mother called Andrea and me for lunch we went into the dining room where she tied Andrea’s pinny on her and then tied the bib round my neck. When lunch had finished I went to remove the bib when mother said
“Leave your bib on and come upstairs.” I followed her as she entered Andreas room and opened the draw in which I had found the bibs. “If you insist on being the baby and wearing a bib you can put these in one of your draws” she said handing me all the bibs, “then come back here.” I took the bibs, another six in all, put them in one of my draws, I then took off the one I was wearing and put it with them. When I returned to my mother I found Andrea had joined her. “I told you to leave your bib on, go and get it, put it back on then come back here” said mother. I came back wearing the bib. “That's better. I was just showing Andrea her old babies’ bonnet with its pretty lace, ribbons and bows.” She then placed it on my head and tied the pink ribbon ties in a big bow under my chin which caused Andrea to have a fit of giggles whilst I went bright red with embarrassment. My mother smiled saying “You do look pretty.” She then removed it and folded it up but as she started to replace it in the draw she stopped, smiled at Andrea and then handed it to me saying “I know it’s a bit small for you but you might as well put it with your bibs seeing how much it suits you and anyway it's much too babyish for Andrea” which set Andrea of giggling again as I left to put it with the bibs. We then went downstairs.
“Can I take this bib off now please?” I asked.
“All the bibs are yours now as Andrea’s too grown up to wear them. So do you mean can you take your bib off? ”
“Can I take my bib off please?”
“What's the matter baby don't you want to wear your babies bib all the time?” Andrea burst out laughing but I said nothing but went bright red with shame. “Alright, you can take your bib off for now. Would you like me to sort out Andrea’s old high chair for you to sit in for lunch?”
“No thank you mummy” I replied as I removed the bib and placed it on the table.
“Just let me know if you change our mind, I kept Andrea in it when she was wearing those bibs.” I said nothing and Andrea and I were sent to play in the garden and as mother insisted I play whatever Andrea wanted we were giving her dolls a tea party.
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Chapter 2
Andrea teased me about wearing a bib and said I should be made to sit in a high chair. I told her I wouldn’t and fortunately I never had to. Part way through the afternoon mother asked if we would like a drink which we both did. She brought out the tray with our drinks on but also there was a bib and the baby bonnet. “I've brought your bonnet for you to wear as it is getting a bit hot out here and we should protect your head.” So having tied it on she then put on the bib “there that's better and don't forget your the baby and Andreas in charge.” My embarrassment increased as the afternoon went on, not only because Andrea always called me baby insisting I keep my bib on once I had finished my drink but she also insisted I do things like crawling around on all fours, suc-king my thumb and reciting nursery rhymes. It got worse a little later because our next door neighbour Mrs Hand came out into her garden and saw me. So Andrea insisted I go and stand next to the fence, still suc-king my thumb, so she could have proper look. “You do look sweet, it's such a pretty bib and bonnet isn't it?”
“Yes” I mumbled going bright red with shame.
“Yes they are” added Andrea “they were both mine but they are too babyish for me and mummy was going to get rid of them but he got the bib from my bedroom draw because he wanted to wear it. He's got all my old bibs and always insists on wearing one at meal times which is why we call him baby”
“Is that right?” asked Mrs Hand.
“Yes” I replied going even brighter red.
“How sweet, baby.”
“Would you like to see his other bibs?” asked Andrea.
“Yes please.”
“Okay, go and get your other pretty bibs baby and crawl there and back like a baby.”
“Yes Andrea” I replied then crawled to my bedroom and got all the other bibs to show Mrs Hand.
“You have got some pretty baby girls bibs haven't you baby” she laughed at which point I burst into tears. “There, there baby don't cry, here dry your tears” she said handing me a very flowery lace trimmed hanky. I did so and went to give it back to her to which she said “that's alright you can keep it as you’re obviously a bit of a cry baby”. At that point mummy came out saying it was time for us to come in. “Bye-bye baby” said Mrs Hand as she too went indoors laughing. At Andrea’s insistence I had to show mum the hanky Mrs Hand had lent me.
“Isn’t that pretty just the sort of thing that any little baby girl would like to use so I know you will enjoy using it. So I better see you doing so or else.” Andrea laughed at her mother comments as mum herded us into the dining room for lunch.
At the end of the week just before breakfast mother sent Andrea to get a clean bib for ‘her little baby sister’. She went laughing and returned with the 'Baby' one. I said nothing as mother tied it around my neck but to my dismay she brought me a baby’s bottle of milk with a rubber teat.
“I thought this would be more appropriate seeing as your pretty lacy baby girls bib says quite clearly that you’re a baby. Drink it up nicely unless you would prefer Andrea to feed you your bottle. Well which is it to be?” I picked up the bottle and started drinking it much to my sister’s obvious disappointment. But when it was time for elevenses she got her chance as mother gave the ‘Baby’ bib and another bottle of milk to Andrea saying “Here you are you can give the baby her bottle.”
“Here we are baby” giggled Andrea tying the bib around my neck “time for your babies’ bottle” she then pushed its teat into my mouth. She refused to let me hold it saying “Babies don't feed themselves they have to be given their bottles by some one more grown up.” This was most embarrassing as she was nearly two years younger than I was.
From this point on mother ensured that I wore a bib at every meal and both a bib and bonnet all the time on special occasions such as when Andrea had her friends round. Whenever mum or Andrea put the ‘Baby’ bib on me I had to have my drinks from a baby’s bottle and usually it was warm milk. Andrea told all her friends to call me baby which they did as they all enjoyed making fun of me.
About a month later the babies’ bonnet of Andreas had become much too small for me to wear, which I was very happy about, until that was, when my mother brought out an almost identical one which she had made but with lots more lace, ribbons and bows, and in a larger size which she insisted I try on. Unfortunately it fitted me perfectly. It had a white lacy frill around the face part and the main part was in pink broderie anglais cotton with lace matching the frill sewn in to the seams and a large white bow on the back with two further bows covering where the pink ribbon ties were attached. “We don't want babies' head to get too hot do we?”
“Please mum I don’t want to wear this.”
“Nonsense sweetheart all little baby girls need a bonnet when it’s hot and sunny.”
“Doesn't baby look pretty in her new baby bonnet, why don't we go and show Mrs Hand?” suggested Andrea.
“What a good idea” said my mother. I knew that I would end up wearing it no matter what but I also knew that the hanky from Mrs Hand, that mum kept making me use was clean and perhaps I could now get rid of it.
“Mum I think I ought to return Mrs Hands hanky.”
“Are you sure you want to baby, you look so cute using it?”
“Yes mummy it’s too girly.”
“That’s probably why it suits you so well sweetheart. Where is it?”
“It’s in baby’s draw” replied Andrea.
”Well perhaps you should return that pretty hanky of hers. Why don’t you pop a pretty bib on baby before you go Andrea?” Andrea readily agreed and chose the ‘Baby’ bib. So wearing it and my new bonnet, holding Mrs Hands hanky in one hand and on Andrea’s insistence, suc-king my thumb I was taken next door.
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Chapter 3
When she opened the door she said “Hello Andrea, hello baby come on in.” We followed her indoors where she turned and looked at me saying “well you do look pretty baby, is that a new bonnet?”
“Yeth” I answered, my thumb distorting my voice.
“And such an appropriate bib” she laughed.
“Yes it's her favourite bib.”
Andrea then nudged me and I held out her hanky “I came to return your hanky.”
“That is alright I said you could keep it and I meant it. I've got lots I don't use perhaps you would like a few more?”
I was about to answer no when Andrea lied “Oh yes I know he would, he prefers girls hankies to boys, that’s why he hadn’t returned yours before now he kept using it so mum had to keep washing it” and before I could deny it I was taken up to Mrs Hands bedroom where she opened a draw “help yourself to any you want. They just sit here not being used Andrea, so if your little sister will get some use out of them that would be fine.” I found it hard to believe that anyone could have so many hankies and said so. “Well as a primary school teacher I got quite a lot as presents back in the days before tissues were around, on top of which I inherited all my mother’s and she had lots as well.” Andrea insisted on helping me choose which meant I ended up with eight floral hankies, two of which were lace trimmed. “Don't be shy, have these as well” she said, Handing me six more lacy hankies. “Pretty girl’s hankies all nice and lacy just like your baby's bib and pretty bonnet. If you want any more hankies just ask, or perhaps Andrea’s friends have got some pretty ones they don’t use, I know most people use paper hankies these days.”
“That's a good idea,” said Andrea “I will ask them when I see them next.”
“I'm sure baby would prefer to ask them for girlies hankies herself” suggested Mrs Hand with a smile.
“That’s an even better idea” agreed Andrea “She will enjoy asking them for their hankies” she added, knowing the opposite to be true. As we were about to leave Mrs Hand added “I don't think babies should suc-k their thumbs, why don't you take it out and dry it one of your new hankies?” As I eagerly did so she continued “I think this is much more appropriate.” Before I could say anything she pushed a large pink babies dummy in my mouth. “I found it on the pavement a couple of days ago, I expect some other baby dropped it. It’s alright baby I have washed it” Washed or not I didn’t fancy suc-king a dummy at all but it was worse in that it had been lost by another baby.
“Oh yes” squealed Andrea in delight “babies suc-king a dummy. We must show mummy.”
On leaving Mrs Hand added “enjoy suc-king your dummy and using your new hankies baby” and laughed as she closed her front door. I went to remove the dummy but Andrea slapped my hand away.
“You better keep that dummy in your mouth unless you want a trip to the park wearing a dress and suc-king your dummy. I know your friends will be there and would love to tease my sissy baby sister.”
As we got to the end of the drive we saw two of Andrea’s friends coming along the road. Andrea insisted we wait for them.
“Hello Andrea, Valerie and I are on our way to Lucy's house. Hello baby, you do look pretty in your baby girls things don't you?”
“Yeth” I answered.
“Manners” warned Andrea.
“Yeth I do look pwetty thank you aunty Penny” I said. Andrea insisted I call all her friends aunty.
“That is much better baby. Now why not show them your pretty new hankies you asked Mrs Hand for.” I held them out for Penny and Valerie to see causing them to giggle.
“They are very girlish hankies, pretty flowers and lovely lace trimming, are they really yours baby?”
“Yeth they are my girlish hankieth aunty Valewie” I replied bursting into tears of humiliation.
“There, there, cry baby dry your tears on your pretty hankies” said Penny. She then turned to Andrea and added “I hope you make him keep suc-king his dummy it makes him sound so much more babyish” at which all three burst into fits of laughter while I just kept crying and trying to dry my tears on my girlies hankies. She then reached over and took the dummy out of my mouth and held it up for all to see. “What a pretty baby girls pink dummy, as you were suc-king it does that mean that you are a baby girl and not a baby boy?” I said nothing. “Well aren't you going to ask for your pretty dummy back like a good little baby girl?” Knowing I had no choice I said
“Can I have my dummy please Aunty?”
“I am sure a big sissy like you can ask much nicer than that for your girls dummy” she teased.
“Please can I have my baby girl’s dummy aunty?” I said through my tears.
“But dummies are for babies to suc-k on is that what you want it for? Are you a baby girl? Are you a big sissy who wants a pretty baby girls dummy to suc-k like a real baby?”
“Please can I have my baby girl's dummy to suc-k like a baby girl aunty Penny?”
“I want to hear you say you are a big sissy, I'm sure you are one” demanded Penny.
“Come along, be a good baby girl” Andrea prompted.
“Please can I have my baby girl's dummy because I am a big sissy and want to suc-k a dummy like a little baby girl aunty Penny?”
“Of course you can diddums” she said pushing it back in my mouth to the accompanying laughter of the others. “It really suits a big sissy like you, just like your pretty baby girl’s bonnet and pretty baby girls bib. My little sister used to have a pretty bonnet when she was a baby but nothing as fancy as yours.”
“Mum made it especially for her and knew she would want something extra frilly.” The girls laughed but it changed to disgust when Andrea explained where I had got the dummy and the fact that it wasn’t new.
“How disgusting having to suc-k a used and discarded baby dummy, still perhaps if you ask your mummy nicely maybe she will buy you a new one.” They all laughed at that. “However we must be going now, see you again sometime Andrea and good bye to the big sissy enjoy suc-king your used dummy just like other baby girls.”
“Just before you go I think baby's got something to ask you, come along baby.” With a sinking heart I knew what Andrea was referring to.
“Pwease aunty Penny and aunty Valewie” I paused but after a nudge from Andrea continued “if you have any thpare girlieth hankieth could I have them?”
“I knew you were just a big sissy and this proves it” giggled Penny. “I am sure I can find you some pretty hankies to suit a sissy like you and I'll ask my mum and two sisters to see what they can find. How about you Val?”
“I know I have some pretty lace trimmed ones that are still in the box they came in because they were too girly for me, just right for a big sissy and I'll see if mum has some spare ones as well. And here is a pretty floral one for now.” She handed me a pink edged hankie with pink flowers printed on it. Andrea nudged me.
“T'ank 'ou aunty Valewie.” I said reluctantly accepting the hanky.
“We can ask Lucy and her sister if they have got some” continued Valerie.
“It looks like baby's going to get lots of pretty hankies” giggled Andrea.
“That's what the big sissy wants isn't it baby? Lots of pretty girls’ hankies.”
“Yeth aunty Penny” I sobbed.
“Of course it is. So we will see you when you come back from your holidays, bye.”
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Chapter 4
When we got back indoors mother was packing the cases to go to the seaside the following day. I noticed that she had packed the other two lacy bibs and when we entered she removed my new baby’s bonnet and the bib and packed them as well but insisted that I keep suc-king the dummy. As she did so she saw my tear stained face and asked Andrea what had happened. As Andrea regaled her with what had happened my mother smiled in amusement. “Well sissy it seems you will end up with lots of pretty girlies hankies to use, you will look sweet.” Mum insisted I show her all the hankies Mrs Hand had given me and the one from Valerie, she said “keep these four for now I'll put another eight in the case to take with us. And you obviously don't need these” she added removing my boys hankies. “You can put those other three pretty girls’ hankies in your draw for when we come back. Andrea followed me and when I put the hankies in my draw she took out one of the other bibs handed it to me and insisted I put it on. The bib was white terry towelling but had pictures of teddy bears in nappies printed all over it and edged in pink which extended to become the ties. As I tied it on she took out all my boys’ hankies from my draw saying “Like mummy said a big sissy baby like you won’t need these now you have got those prettier hankies” and then left before I could say anything. I went to mother and complained about what Andrea had done to which she said “I agree with her, girlish hankies suit a little sissy baby like you better just like that pretty girls bib you are wearing. And I also agree with Amanda a babies dummy is better than suc-king your thumb, so just keep it in. Run along and play now, like a good little baby girl.”
The following morning dawned bright and sunny; as we got ready to go on holiday to a hotel my mother unpacked and brought out the baby style bonnet “to protect baby’s head” and insisted on me wearing it and suc-king the dummy all the way there including on entering hotel much to the receptionists amusement. Just before we left the room to go down for our first meal in the hotel dining room she took out the ‘Baby’ bib and tied it in place around my neck, despite my begging her not to. I went bright red as a mutter and a few giggles went rapidly round the dining room when we entered. The smiles of the waitress when she brought the food was bad enough but she made it worse especially when she asked things like “Can 'ikkle diddums manage with that knife and fork or would diddums like a babies spoon and pusher?” and “can baby diddums manage a glass or would like me to put her dwinky in a babies bottle for you?”
My mother’s only response to this was to encourage the waitress’s comments, by insisting I gave answers to her questions. One meal time the waitress brought me a baby’s bottle of milk and to my shame mother made me drink it in full view of everyone else and to the accompaniment of their giggles especially from the twin girls on the next table who were a couple of years younger than me but allowed adult things for eating and drinking. Due to my mother’s reaction to the waitresses comments most of my drinks from that point on arrived in a babies bottle and mother insisted I thank the waitress in a babyish voice, but loud enough for all to hear, saying
“Tannku fow dwinkie in my babas bottle” which elicited giggles and laughs from the other guests. As mum allowed the waitresses to tease me my food started to arrive cut up in to little pieces and my cutlery was changed for a spoon and pusher. They even offered to put me in a high chair but mum said as long as I was a good baby I could sit at the table, the warning was obvious. So for the whole holiday I had to put up with wearing a bib and suc-king a dummy which was made worse when we went to the beach as I was also forced to wear my baby bonnet from the time we left our hotel room until we got back. Fortunately mum declined the offer to replace my bed with a baby’s cot. On the second day we were there a pink baby girl’s potty appeared in the bedroom which I assumed was for Andrea. To my shame I was forced to use it instead of the toilet which Andrea was still allowed and to further add to my humiliation mummy told me that I had to ask Andrea when I wanted to use it so she could pull my trousers and pants down. Andrea thoroughly enjoyed watching me having to use the potty and even insisted on taking a few photographs of me using it and I was powerless to stop her. On some occasions she would not let me use it when I first asked making me wait until she thought I was really desperate. On our third day after we had returned from the beach and Andrea was allowing me to use the potty, there was a knock on the bedroom door. My mother answered the door to find the maid standing there who asked “Does the baby like his potty or would he prefer these?” Although the door obscured my view I cringed at the talk about my using the potty.
“Why not ask him yourself?” said my mother and invited the maid in. As she entered the room she turned and saw me on the potty.
“Hello diddums I can see you like using your baby girls potty, but I wondered if you would prefer these?” I looked in disbelief as she held out a thick fluffy white nappy and a pair of frilly plastic knickers. “Which is it to be?” I hated using a potty but anything was better than nappies, so I replied “The potty”
“Pardon, you must speak up diddums” said the maid.
“I want to keep using my potty please.”
“Of course you can baby” she answered and turned to leave when my mother said
“Why not leave them here in case baby changes his mind.”
“Okay” she said and handed them to my mother who put them in the draw with the rest of my clothes. So I spent the remainder of the holiday being teased about my babyish state by both the hotel staff and some of the guests especially the twins.
The day before we were due to leave, we awoke to torrential rain. Mum suggested to Andrea that rather than getting soaked that morning that she should take me down to the playroom that the hotel had for children. Andrea took me but refused to allow me to remove my bib or dummy. We entered the room to see the twins and a mother with her two year old in the playpen that was set up in one corner. The twins ran over and made fun of me for wearing my bib, I was wearing the lace trimmed bib with rabbits on it, and suc-king my pink dummy. They then suggested that I belonged in the play pen with the other little girl. I tried to object until Andrea told me to behave or I would be using a high chair for my meals. I was put in to the playpen and told to play nicely with the other little girl then I was then given a rag doll and a rattle and told to do whatever the other little girl wanted. Fortunately the other girl was happy playing with the other toys. Whilst keeping an eye on her daughter the mother wasted no time in teasing me for my ridiculous outfit and offering to put me in nappies like her daughter; she did not push it when I declined but the comment amused Andrea and the twins. I actually spent the next two and a half hours in the playpen before mother came to tell us that lunch was ready; she laughed when she saw where I was.
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Chapter 5
Things got worse the following day as we came to leave, mother had packed most of our clothes as Andrea and I started to get dressed for breakfast when mother came over to me and said
“We've got a long journey home and I don't want you making a mess in the car so put these on, I'll help you” I shrank away as I saw her holding out the nappy but I was no match for my mother and in no time at all I found powdered and pinned in to it followed by the frilly baby pants. Andrea just watched with a big grin on her face. The bulky nappy changed my walk into a waddle but I hoped no one would notice despite the crackling noise the frilly plastic knickers made. Fortunately my trousers fitted over the nappy and knickers, well only just. When we entered the hotel reception on our way to breakfast the maid who had been sorting out our room asked me
“Hello baby, will you need your potty after breakfast or can I take it for another little baby girl we will have staying here?”
“I won’t need it thank-you.”
“Tell her why baby” insisted my mother.
“Why don't, you need your potty baby?” the maid asked.
“Because I'm wearing a... a nappy” I answered bursting into tears of shame.
“How sweet.” she said drying my tears with her hanky which she then placed in my pocket and felt for the nappy through my trousers. “So you are, baby” she laughed.
“Pull your trousers down and let her see your pretty nappy properly, baby” insisted my mother. So I was forced to pull them down there and then.
“How pretty, that baby girls nappy and frillies really suit you baby, but if you’re wearing a baby girls nappy shouldn't you be wearing a baby girls skirt instead of trousers? Would you like me to find you a pretty skirt, baby?” Before I could say anything my mother replied
“Yes please, that would be kind of you. And if she doesn’t manage to be a big girl it will make it easier to change her later as well.”
“Okay” said the maid “you go and start your breakfast and I'll see what I can find for your sissy baby.” To add to my embarrassment mum made me take my trousers off as they were already around my ankles. This meant all the guests could see that I was in a nappy covered with pink plastic pants with ruffles covering the seat, my attire bringing fresh giggles from the other guests. I had just been given a bowl of baby cereal and two baby’s bottles of warm milk when the maid entered the dining room holding a lace trimmed white waist slip and a pink pinafore dress. “Here's the dress you wanted baby and I found a pretty petticoat to go under it for you” she said loud enough for all to hear “let's put them on you.” At mothers insistence I had to do it in the dining room with everyone watching and to the sound of their giggles and laughter.
“This pretty dress is much more appropriate than your silly trousers” giggled mum. “But you can keep hold of these” she added, taking the hankies from the trouser pockets and giving them to me. The dress was made of shiny pink nylon and both the bib front and its two pockets were embroidered with a myriad of coloured flowers. “And here's the petticoat to go with it.” She held out a very full shiny white waist slip which I had to step into. When it was pulled into place its deep lace hem showed beneath the bottom of the dress and was full enough to make the skirt part stick out, “and lastly four pretty girlies hankies, two to go in each of your pockets.”
“Say thank you for your pretty new girl’s clothes baby” mum said.
“Thank you for my dress and petticoat.”
“That's all right, I knew they would suit you and that's why I added those four pretty hankies as well all little girls like hankies with flowers on. Anyway I've got other baby girls to see to, have a nice journey home diddums.”
“I’ll return all the clothes when they’ve been washed” said my mother.
“No need we have plenty of spares and I’m sure she will want to wear them again.”
“Thank you, and you can be sure she will be wearing them again” laughed mum “whether she wants to or not.”
After breakfast we returned to our room to pick up the cases. Mum refused to allow me to remove my bib but pushed the dummy in my mouth before we left. As we got back down to the lobby the receptionist came from behind her desk and approached me.
“Don’t you look sweet in your pretty dress and petti, much more in keeping with your other girls’ items? I hope you enjoyed your stay here and come again sometime. But next time why not stop pretending to be a boy and accept that you’re a sissy baby. But where’s you pretty bonnet baby?”
“Here it is” mum answered taking it from the holdall bag she was carrying.
“Can I put it on him?” the receptionist asked.
“Of course you can” mum answered handing it over. The receptionist placed it over my head tying the pink ribbon ties in to a big bow.
“That’s better and so much more babyish.”
Mum grinned at this and after thanking her we left and loaded everything in the car for the trip home.
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Chapter 6
The journey home was far from enjoyable. I had been given an extra bottle of milk at breakfast time and my mother refused to stop at a service station to let me use the toilet saying
“You've got a nappy on so you might just as well use it.” In the end I had to, much to Andrea’s amusement. About fifteen minutes later my mother stopped at some services so that she and Andrea could use the toilet. “I would change your nappy but that's the only one we've got” said my mother.
“So you can stay here while we go. Remember to keep your dummy in and leave your bib and bonnet on.” They then left me in the car and I elicited many comments and amused glances from passers-by. This was made worse when they returned with drinks, mine in a babies bottle, and we drank it while still in the car. Mother then said “I saw some baby things in the shop would you like a nappy change baby?”
“Yeth pwease” I answered as my very wet nappy was feeling uncomfortable. We finished our drinks and mum replaced the dummy in my mouth.
“Come along then, out we get.” To my horror I realised she expected me to go into the service centre, but before I could complain she had opened my door and was helping me out. Once out Andrea grabbed one hand and my mother the other. The walk into the centre was a nightmare with lots of people staring and many giggling or laughing at the boy in baby girl attire, also my nappy was drooping a bit and the frilly baby knickers visible to everyone. We entered the chemist shop and mother picked up a pack of a dozen large terry nappies, nappy pins, some baby talc and wipes and then let Andrea choose two further pairs of frilly baby plastic knickers. Of course she chose two pink pairs with rows of lace on the seat and pretty bows on the front. We then took all these to the till. Whilst we waited for the people in front to be served a lady and her two young daughters joined our queue and before I knew what was happening one little girl lifted the back of my dress and said in a loud voice “She is wearing a nappy mummy.”
“And girls frilly pink plastic baby knickers” added the other. Both girls then went in to fits of giggles whilst I went bright red with shame but ignored it as we were now being served. The assistant picked up the packet of nappies and looked at me saying
“These must be your nappies, does diddums need her nappy changing?”
“Yes” said Andrea in a loud voice “my baby brother has got a very wet nappy on.”
“Brother?”
“Yes, he kept pinching my old baby clothes so mum decided he should wear them all the time. He’s now our little sissy baby.” The assistant laughed and finished adding up our purchases. We left getting more strange looks and comments. I had expected that we would go back to the car however my ordeal was not to end so easily. Mother and Andrea then took me towards the toilets and to my complete shame entered the door labelled 'Baby Changing Room'. We entered and two other mums were there changing their babies nappies, they took one look at me and burst into giggles.
“Up you get baby so we can change your nappy, just like these other babies” said mummy. I did so amid tears. One of the other mothers was just leaving when my nappy was removed and said to Andrea
“I didn't realise it was your brother I assumed from the clothes that it was your sister who was a big baby.”
“He's always been a big baby but just recently he has insisted on wearing baby girls’ clothes as well.”
“What a big sissy baby” she laughed and left. The other mother left also laughing at me. Mother finished changing me and after a further nightmare walk we were back at the car. By the time we got home it was nearly four and my new nappy was very soggy but they refused to let me take it off until bedtime replacing them with a dry nappy and one of the pairs of knickers Andrea had chosen at the chemist shop.
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Chapter 7
The next day my mother insisted I wear the clothes from the previous day with a pair of very frilly yellow nylon knickers of Andreas and the 'Baby' bib. I then had to wash my nappies and plastic knickers and hang them on the line. As I did so Mrs Hand came out “what a pretty dress you’re wearing baby, and your pretty baby girlies bib.” Then Andrea came out and wasted no time in letting know her know that nappies and plastic knickers were also mine and that I had used them all the previous day. “What is baby wearing today instead of her pretty nappy then” asked Mrs Hand. Andrea made me lift up my dress and petticoat to show Mrs Hand the frilly yellow knickers. “You are a lucky girl” she laughed whilst, I burst in to tears.
“I wanted to keep him in nappies but mummy said if he asked me nicely to borrow some of my knickers he could wear them instead. The little sissy asked for a frilly pair of knickers so I'm letting her wear those knickers until the end of the week” giggled Andrea “because they really suit a big sissy like him.”
“I wonder what her friends would think if they knew she was wearing frilly girl’s knickers?” laughed Mrs Hand. I dreaded them finding out but so far since the start of the holidays I had not seen any of the few friends I had. Andrea finally let me go and I ran indoors to the sound of their laughter.
Later that afternoon there was a knock on the front door and Andrea told me to answer it knowing I was embarrassed by the dress and bib I was wearing. I opened the door and found Penny standing there “Hello baby you do look sweet in that dress. I do like its pretty lace trim, it almost matches the lace on your pretty bib.”
“Come in Penny” said Andrea joining us.
“Thank you. Did you have a nice holiday?”
“Yes thank you.”
“I was just saying how pretty his dress is with its lace edging.”
“That lace is on the petticoat not the dress. Show her what you are wearing under your pretty dress, there's a good little girl.” Reluctantly I lifted the dress to show her the petticoat and then the yellow knickers.
“How sweet but I really came round to give baby these” explained Penny handing me a bag. I opened it and my heart sank.
“What is it?” asked mummy as she entered the room.
“Hankies” I said.
“They're the girly hankies baby asked for” explained Penny.
“That is kind of you Penny. Let us all see them baby.” I tipped them out on to my lap. There must have been at least fifteen and included the box of lace hankies from Valerie in fact most of the rest were floral hankies with some lace trimmed ones. “They are pretty and so very girly, what a lucky baby girl you are, say thank you baby” insisted mum.
“Thank you for the hankies aunty Penny.”
“That's all right baby I knew a big sissy baby like you would like those hankies because they are so girlish. All the girls and women who donated them to you agreed that they weren’t using such girly hankies as they were really for little girls to use” she teased. “There will be few more to come as I mentioned it to the girls at Friday’s party.” She then turned to my mum and handed her a piece of paper. “This is a list of who gave hankies for your little sissy; I thought she might like to write thank you letters to them.”
“What an excellent idea and I have some pretty scented note paper girls use so he can use that.”
“Still had I known you liked wearing frilly undies I would have brought some old frilly undies of mine sissy, would like me to do that?” commented Penny.
“No thank you” I answered.
“In that case I will” she laughed.
“We will look forward to that and we will let you dress the big sissy in whatever you want. In fact come for the whole day on Saturday and I will leave baby entirely to you and Andrea to dress up as you like. Do whatever like with the big sissy, if she cries she's got plenty of appropriate hankies now to dry her tears on. Show Penny the pretty knickers you’re wearing now so that she can see the sort of undies you like wearing when you’re not in nappies” insisted mum.
Reluctantly I again lifted up the dress and petticoat to display the frilly yellow knickers I had on. “You really do look cute, mum boxed up all my old clothes so I will have to sort out my frilliest undies for you and I’ll see if there are any dresses in your size as well but I don’t think we have any baby things left in your size. But I must be going now but I look forward to seeing you on Saturday.”
“We already have some baby stuff for her” Andrea said “baby spent all day yesterday wearing and using nappies. But let us go and see Penny off baby” said my mother. She then insisted I stand at the gate to wave good bye. A mother pushing a pushchair on the other side of the road laughed quietly when she saw me whilst her daughter said
“Why has that boy got a dress on mummy and why is he wearing a babies bib?”
“I expect his just a big sissy who likes dressing up as a baby girl” she answered laughing. I burst into tears and went indoors where mummy handed me one of my new hankies.
“She's right you are a big sissy and you'll wear lots of sissy clothes whenever I or Andrea want you to” said mummy.
I spent the rest of the week wearing a bib, my sister’s knickers and occasionally suc-king a dummy but I at least got to wear my boys’ clothes. The weather was damp so I did not have to wear the bonnet and although the nappies and baby knickers were in my underwear draw I was not made to wear them even though Andrea wanted me to.
Two days after Penny’s visit mum sat me down and had me write humiliating thank you letters to all the women and girls who I had received hankies from. To make it worse she had me print the letters and change the dots over letters such as ‘i’ into heart shapes. I had to say how much I liked the hankies they had given me and how appropriate they were for a little sissy cry baby like me and I also had to promise that I would get plenty of use out of them. It took most of the morning not only because of how many there were but because mum had me redo some as she felt I had not humiliated myself enough. That afternoon as the weather had cleared up she took me round delivering all the letters by hand.
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Chapter 8
Saturday arrived far too quickly and I was awoken by my sister just before eight o’clock, a time not normally in my sister’s experience for a non-school day.
“Wake up sleepy head we’ve got a fun day ahead and I wouldn’t want you to miss any of it.” She let down the cot side and pulled back the covers, revealing the nighty and nappies that Andrea had managed to persuade mum to put on me the night before because I was such a cry baby. Then she handed me my dressing gown and ushered me down to breakfast.
“Morning sweetheart” mum said cheerily “hurry up and have your breakfast as I want to give you a bath before Penny arrives.”
“Can’t I have a shower like normal mum?”
“Not today dear so come along.” Mum thrust a bowl and the cereal packet in my hand which I took, sat down and started. At least I got a glass of fruit juice with my breakfast instead of a baby’s bottle of milk. When I finished mum told me to follow her upstairs which I did ending up in her en suite bathroom. She turned on the bath taps then proceeded to undress me, I wanted to complain but knew she would just get annoyed.
“Wet again” she commented.
“I couldn’t help it after you wouldn’t let me use the bathroom before bed and then fed me two bottles of formula” I complained.
“I wasn’t complaining just slightly amused at how cute you look in nappies, wet or dry.” She pulled the baby pants off before removing the nappy pins and standing me up. It was at this point that I saw all the bubbles in the bath.
“Mum…” I began
“I don’t want to hear it. Today you’re going to be a little girl trying on whatever Penny and your sister want so I want you to be squeaky clean and smelling nice. She then helped me into the bath and to my further embarrassment washed me thoroughly including my hair. On leaving the bath she dried me before dusting me all over with floral scented talc. Then mum led me back to her bedroom. On the bed was the dress and petticoat I had worn home from the hotel along with a pair of pink frilly knickers that I assumed had come from Andrea. One look at mum assured me that I would be wearing the clothes laid out on the bed. Mum picked up the knickers and held them out for me to step into, then slipped a shirt up my arms. As she pulled it round the front I saw it had a ruffle all the way down the front and that the buttons were on the wrong side and that it was actually a blouse and not the shirt I had worn with the outfit last time. Mum pulled the pink pinafore dress over my head and once in place did up the couple of buttons. She them put lace trimmed ankle socks on my feet and a pair of fluffy bunny slippers that I remembered Andrea getting a while back.
“There we are my pretty and sweet smelling little girl all ready for your fun day with Penny and Andrea. I’ll leave your hair loose so they can sort that out too.”
“Mum.”
“Not a word or it will be nappies. I’m sure Penny wouldn’t mind.” As if on cue the front door bell rang quickly followed by the sound of my sister’s feet running to let her in. Mum led me by the hand downstairs to join the girls who had gone in to the lounge.
“Oh doesn’t she look cute” said Penny when she saw me “we’re going to have such fun today.” I wished that I could feel the same appreciation for the situation instead of the sense of dread at the days proposed events. “By the way thank you those cute thank you letters, mum and I were so pleased to get them. Mum said it was just a shame she was out when you called as she would have liked to have met such a prissy sissy like you.”
“I’ve left baby’s hair loose so you can style it however you like but first let’s all sit down and Penny can show us what she has found for you to wear” suggested mum insisting I sat on the floor.
“Well I had a good look in the boxes containing my old clothes, mum never throws anything away, and I even found things I didn’t remember wearing. Still I searched and found the box containing all my special outfits and the frilly underwear that went with them. It’s lucky your small or these wouldn’t fit you.” I hated being small. Mum even took me to the doctors to see if there was anything wrong but they found nothing saying that I would always be small. What really annoyed me was being smaller than my younger sister and most of her friends, a fact my sister liked to remind me of. “See what I found first.” She pulled a bag out of her carrier bag and emptied its contents on to the coffee table. Laying there were five pairs of the frilliest little girl panties I had ever seen, all were made of silky nylon, one white two pink and two in floral print. All of them had lace trimming the leg holes and the two floral ones had three rows across the seat. On the front of the other three were embroidered flowers in a heart shape inside which was a fairy princess. I only know that’s what it was as those words were also embroidered underneath. I took this in in much shorter time than it takes to relate and was on the point of running when mum laid her hands on my shoulders.
“Who’s a lucky girl then? Lots of pretty girly knickers to try on.”
“And keep” said Penny. I checked with mum and she said baby could have them if they fit her.”
“Still I‘ll leave you girls to enjoy yourselves, with you looking after baby I can get on with something for myself. I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”
The girls then proceeded to strip me naked with a warning that if I complained they would dress me in nappies and the dress I wore home from the holidays and take me to the local park where all my friends could see what a sissy pansy I was.
“Here put these on first” said Andrea, with a big grin on her face, holding out a pair of the floral print panties.
“And look I’ve got the matching crop top giggled Penny taking it from another bag and holding for both of us to see. “Arms up sissy.” I complied, the alternative too dreadful to contemplate. They replaced the waist slip I got on holiday and Penny delving into another of her bags pulled out a full petticoat with three layers to the skirt part, lace trimming each layer and the shoulder strap.
“My that’s girly” said Andrea.
“You’re right there, mum bought it for me when I wasn’t around to complain. I hardly ever wore it.”
“And now you do baby” Andrea said helping Penny to pull it over my head.
“And now baby’s dress” giggled Penny opening yet another bag and pulling out a horrendous confection of pink satiny material. As she opened it out I could see the bodice displayed a large picture of Barbie and the skirt was covered in smaller pictures of her in different outfits. If that wasn’t bad enough the bodice was surrounded in a white lace trim which was echoed on the cuffs of the short puff sleeves and hem.
“Whenever did you wear that” exclaimed Andrea also in shock.
“NEVER!” Penny replied equally forcefully. “The only reason I have it is that it was passed to mum from a cousin of mine who had outgrown it. I refused point blank to ever wear it; I don’t think Mum was really surprised.”
“And now my sissy brother gets to wear it” giggled Andrea her shock over. Together they lifted it over my head before pulling it down in to place and doing up the buttons at the back and making sure it sat properly over the petticoat. They then sat back and burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight I made. “We must go and show mum my little sister in her pretty Barbie dress” said my sister.
“Just one more item first” relied Penny and produced an Alice band printed with Barbie items and sporting and a large bow in Barbie pink which she placed on to my head.
“That’s great it really screams sissy” laughed Andrea. “Come along mummy will love to see baby in her pretty Barbie outfit.” She then proceeded to all but drag me to the dining room where mum was working pushing me in front as mum turned to see who it was.
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Chapter 9
“My word don’t you look cute baby?” I just went bright red with embarrassment which caused Andrea to giggle.
“Look baby’s going the same colour as her dress.” Mum and Penny laughed at Andrea’s comment which only made me blush worse.
“I thought it would fit her and it does, so baby that dress and all the undies are all yours to wear whenever you want to.” I was thinking that was never when Andrea piped up
“I am sure baby will want to wear her dress lots.”
“Still she needs to try on her other outfit yet” smiled Penny.
“Lunch will be in a little while so why not just have her try on the other panties now then put a bib on her” suggested mum to which the girls agreed.
I was returned to the lounge where I went through the embarrassment of having the girls replace the panties. Unfortunately they all fit as well as the first pair and Andrea promised that I would wear them all in the future. Andrea then got one of my lace trimmed bibs and allowed Penny to tie it on me and they took me through to the dining room where mum was serving the lunch. She went to the kitchen and returned holding a floral pinny which she insisted I wore to protect the parts of the dress not covered by the bib which amused Penny and Andrea as they didn’t have to wear anything.
After lunch I had to clear the table and do the washing up during which mum would not let me remove the bib or pinny. After that I was returned to the lounge with Andrea and Penny.
“Over here baby” said Andrea who undressed me down to the petticoat from Penny who was currently pulling something from yet another bag. I looked in horror as both girls giggled as Penny held up a frilly white dress with masses of lace.
“What’s the matter baby?” asked Penny “don’t you like my pretty flower girl dress?” They didn’t bother waiting for a reply as they pulled it over my head pushing my arms into the sleeves and down my body. It was then zipped up and made sure it was settled over the petticoat whose lacy hems peeped from under the dress. And we mustn’t forget this that I got with it” Penny added and pulled out a dolly bag made from the same material as the dress and lavishly decorated with the matching lace.
“How cute just right for her to carry her hankies around in” giggled Andrea and selected half a dozen hankies and giving them to me. I opened the bag and placed the hankies inside and went to place the bag on the table. “Not there sill put the loops over your wrist” demanded Andrea “now point your hand up and it wont slip off.” I wanted to scream and throw it across the room and was on the point of doing so when mum came in with drinks for us. Whilst I had to wear a bib my drink was at least cola and in a glass.
Fortunately Penny could not stay to tea but the teasing from both girls continued until she left. I was made to stay in the flower girl outfit until bedtime when the dresses were hung in my wardrobe and the knickers in my drawers.
As it happened Andrea got her way, usually with more threats, so that I ended up wearing the underwear from Penny quite often and both dresses a couple of times.
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Chapter 10
As I approached my eleventh birthday my mother said she wanted to have a talk with me in Andrea’s bedroom. “I have decided” she said “to sort out about your wearing baby things like your bib and bonnet and other girls’ things.” This was so unfair as whilst I still liked wearing bibs occasionally the other items I only wore when she or Andrea insisted. I won't insist on you stopping but you have two choices. Firstly you can stop wearing bibs and we'll say no more about it. Or second you can carry on wearing bibs but with other conditions which are these. As the baby you will wear a bib, which Andrea or I will choose, all day indoors and outside not just at meal times. As well as a bib, in between meals you will suc-k a dummy, we'll ensure one is pinned to your bib so that you won’t lose it. All drinks will be from a baby’s bottle and to help further to remind you that you are a baby you will wear and use, just like a baby, nappies with frilly pink plastic baby’s knickers over the top. Andrea and I will call you BABY all the time and you will do whatever she or I tell you, especially if I go out and leave her to baby-sit you. Also if we take you out you will wear your pretty bonnet, and a set of baby reins. But as I said the choice is yours.” I was stunned. I still enjoyed wearing bibs but the thought of the other things she expected me to wear and use I most definitely did not want. The thought of having to wear and use a nappy like a real baby all the time was horrendous, I still remembered the holiday when she made me wear them on the way home and then overnight. The smile on Andreas face told me what she wanted me to choose. “You don't' have to choose straight away, you can have two weeks to decide, which will still give Andrea and I four weeks in which to choose your birthday present once we know whether to get presents for an eleven year old boy or for a little baby girl. But while you are deciding you can put these in your bedroom.” She then handed me half a dozen pink fluffy nappies, some nappy pins, four pairs of frilly pink plastic baby’s knickers and three pink dummies. I was so laden up that as I left one of the dummies fell off and mother picked it up and pushed it into my mouth with a smile and with my hands full I couldn't do anything about it until I reached my bedroom. Although mum hadn’t mentioned dresses the items she had mentioned implied that I would not be dressed as a baby boy and even if I was the thought of my friends seeing me walking around in baby reins and a nappy was horrendous.
That Friday when I got home from school mummy called to me to come upstairs. I found her with Andrea in my bedroom. “We've been discussing the choice of what you’re going to wear baby and we decided that to help you decide we would dress you up and treat you like a baby as we will if you choose to continue wearing bibs” Before I knew what was happening they were removing my clothes and I began to struggle. “If you don't want these photos circulated amongst your school friends you had better do as you’re told” my mother said calmly. I looked in disbelief at the photos she was holding, they were of me and clearly showed the bib tied round my neck, some showed the bonnet as well and two not only showed me in a bib and bonnet and but also suc-king my thumb. If they got circulated I would be a laughing stock so I had no choice but to allow them to dress me up in a nappy, frilly pink plastic pants and bib and with a dummy pushed in my mouth. All the while Andrea had a triumphant smile on her face. It was a bit of a struggle to get my trousers on over my nappy but I was determined to manage it as Andrea and mother had already sorted out a dress for me if I couldn't get them on. At night time though they had me wearing one of Andrea’s frilliest pink nighties which barely covered my nappy, a large lace edged bib and suc-king a dummy and then they insisted on my sleeping in her old cot, whilst she used my bedroom. “If you decide to be a baby you will always be sleeping in this pretty baby’s cot wearing pretty babies’ nightdresses. Anyway it's time for babies to go to sleep, in the morning stay in your cot till we come in.” It was dark when I first woke up but with no clock I didn’t know what time it was. What I did know was that my bladder was begging for release. Despite knowing I was not allowed up it took a while for me to finally wet my nappy and even longer to get back to sleep afterwards. I woke the next morning to the uncomfortable feeling of a soaking wet nappy clinging to me but I didn’t dare do anything until mummy and Andrea came in to get me dressed. They came in to get me changed and Andrea took one of her pink gingham frocks out of the wardrobe followed by a triple layered lacy pink petticoat. I started to complain when mother said “didn't we tell you? You are going to be treated as a baby for the whole weekend and we decided to dress you in a pretty frock as it will be easier to change your nappy if you are wearing a dress instead of those tight trousers. In fact we will get you dressed apart from your nappy which you might as well keep on until after breakfast. So I spent the whole weekend wearing her dress and baby clothes, suc-king a dummy and having to wet my nappy like a real baby. Despite the fact that I was smaller than Andrea her dress was still very short on me with the result that no matter what I did my nappy and frilly pants were always visible. To make it worse Andrea often persuaded mummy not to change me straight away saying that leaving me in a wet nappy would give me a better idea of babyhood. I was finally allowed back in my ordinary clothes on the Monday morning after breakfast having spent my third night in nappies. I had to go downstairs for breakfast still wearing my sister’s frilly nightie and my wet nappy as I had done the previous two mornings. Mother tied a bib, the bib with 'Baby' on it, round my neck and left me to eat up and drink my bottles of warm milk. After breakfast my mother popped the dummy back in my mouth and accompanied me upstairs where she asked “would baby like to wear his pretty nappy to school?”
“No fank you” I replied horrified at the thought of it.
“Alright then I have put out your school clothes for you on your bed, go and get cleaned up then get dressed but keep your dummy in and your bonnet on.” I hurriedly went to the bathroom took my nappy off and put it in the bucket with the others, washed myself and went to my bedroom and got changed.
Just as I was about to leave for school she asked “Does baby want to wear his pretty bonnet to school?”
“No fank you.”
“Alright take it off and put it in your blazer pocket. Now have you got a clean hanky?”
“Yeth mother” I answered showing her, at which point she took it from me saying
“I thought you might forget your pretty lacy hankies, have these instead” she said placing four of those I got from Mrs Hand in my other blazer pocket. She then removed my dummy and despite my protests insisted I put in my pocket. I ended up having to take lacy hankies, a baby’s bonnet and a dummy to school with me all week, terrified that my friends might find out.
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Chapter 11
When I got home on Monday after school mummy tied a bib round my neck, popped a dummy in my mouth and handed me a bowl containing all the nappies I had worn. “I've washed your nappies, your baby girl’s frilly plastic knickers, your dress and petticoat, so go and hang them on the line like a good baby girl.”
As I left the back door and started to hang them on the line Mrs Hand appeared in her garden
“Hello baby, who's been wearing those nappies?” Realising that she probably knew but wanted me to say it I turned towards her and replied
“I hath Mrs Hand.”
“How sweet, such pretty frilly baby knickers to go with them. In fact they look like baby girls frilly knickers, are they?”
“Yeth” I replied holding back the tears of shame with some difficulty.
“Well I can understand you wanting to wear such pretty girlies things like the bib and dummy you are wearing now. Does that mean you have been wearing that pretty dress and petticoat as well?”
“Yeth.”
“What a pretty baby girl you must have looked.” She smiled and went back in doors leaving me fighting back tears as I finished hanging them on the line. That week mummy put a bib on me and made me suc-k a dummy as soon as I got home from school and Andrea was always allowed to feed me a baby’s bottle of milk before bedtime. At least I was sleeping in my own bed and could get out to use the toilet in the night. On the Friday when I got home I found mum and Andrea waiting for me and they had obviously decided to dress me as they had last weekend. Despite my protests that I had decided to stop wearing bibs mummy said “Be quiet there's a good little baby, we have got your nappy and your pretty frilly pink plastic knickers ready for you and Andrea has agreed to let you wear her petticoat and pink gingham frock again, isn't that kind of her?”
“Yes” I said reluctantly.
“Well say thank you properly then.”
“Thank you for lending me your dress and petticoat Andrea.”
“That's alright baby you look so pretty wearing them, they are just right for a big baby girlie like you” she giggled. “In fact you can keep them and wear them to my birthday party in a couple of week’s time.”
“Who’s a lucky baby then? Okay up to the babies nursery so we can get you dressed properly” mum said. As we got to the top of the stairs I headed for the toilet she said “where do you think you are going, babies wear nappies they don't use the toilet” and pushed me into the nursery. Andrea and mum lost no time in getting me dressed up as a baby, giving me some of my lacy hankies for the two pockets in what was now my dress and talking to me only in baby talk. I was then taken downstairs, told to sit on the floor and given some baby toys to play with. It was not very long before I desperately needed to relieve myself having needed to go when I got home and not just wet, so I removed my dummy and asked Andrea
“Can I go to the toilet please?”
“Of course not diddums, babies wet themselves, that's why you are wearing a nappy.”
“But I need to do more than just wet Andrea.” She smiled.
“Really? Does baby need to do a poo poo?” I nodded. “Let me have a look, lift up your dress and petticoat”. I did so and Andrea watched me mess and wet myself as I couldn't hold back any longer to which she commented “oh dear baby has messed herself never mind we'll get a nice clean dry nappy for you.” She then giggled and added “in a few hours anyway" and don't forget to suc-k your thumb baby” she then forced me to sit down causing the poo to spread further over my bottom then left me sitting in the messy soggy, uncomfortable nappy. A short while later she returned with mummy and Mrs Hand.
“Doesn't she look nice, a very pretty thumb suc-king little baby girl. In your pretty girly dress you’re your frilly petticoat and plastic knickers showing and such a pretty lace edged bib you look very cute,” said Mrs Hand. I went bright red with shame.
“Can you stay for a cup of tea Amanda?” asked my mum.
“That would be nice, I would love too.”
“You can play with baby while Andrea and I get it ready then.”
Mrs Hand then sat in the chair next to where I was sitting on the floor. “You are a lucky baby having such a pretty dress” she teased “and such frilly petticoats and plastic knickers” she continued causing me to burst into tears of shame. She handed me one of my lacy hankies saying “come along cry baby dry your tears with I'm sure you love wearing your baby clothes really. I think all babies should be kept in dresses much longer than they are, just like they used to be years ago.” She then sniffed and looked closer and added “I thought this was just for show” she said patting my nappy through the plastics “but I can see you like to wet yourself just like any other baby and from the smell even mess yourself. But where is your nice dummy?” At that point mother returned with drinks for everyone, mine being warm milk in a baby’s bottle, and Andrea with biscuits for them and a rusk for me. “I was just asking a baby where her nice dummy was.” Amanda said.
“It's upstairs I'll go and get it for baby” said Andrea. While she was getting it mummy added to my embarrassment by offering to let Mrs Hand feed me my bottle of milk.
“I’d love to but I think baby needs her messy nappy changed first.”
“Really David, why didn’t you say?” At this point Andrea appeared.
“I said he should get used to it” she said pushing my dummy in to my mouth “after all he didn’t mess at all last weekend.” Mum just shook her head.
“You should be nicer to your baby sister, Andrea, I’ve plenty of nappies for two babies you know.” Andrea didn’t seem to care about the comment but mum continued “come on baby upstairs let’s get you cleaned up.” I followed mum, walking despite Andreas comment to crawl. Walking was bad enough, crawling would have spread it worse. When we reached the nursery I got up on to the changing table and mum started to clean me up. ”You shouldn’t let your sister bully you.”
“But she said she was in charge.”
“Well next time you need to do poo poo’s you come and ask me and I’ll let you use the toilet. If you choose to be a baby then of course you’ll use your nappy but until then I’ll put you on the potty.”
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Chapter 12
We finally arrived downstairs, feeling much more comfortable, and then had to sit on Mrs Hands lap to be fed my bottle.
As she was doing so mummy said “Amanda I wanted to ask you a favour. I have got to go on a course for three days the week after Andreas Birthday and I was wondering if you could look after these two for me?”
“Of course I can, and I'd love to look after the pair of them. Are they going to stay with me or shall I come over here?”
“Would you mind coming over here?”
“No that’s fine I will look forward to it.” By this time I had finished my bottle and Mrs Hand placed the dummy in my mouth. After she left we had tea, my nappy was changed and a frilly nightdress put on me then Andrea fed me a bottle of baby milk before they settled me into the cot. As they were doing so I looked in disbelief at the photographs on the wall. They were enlargements of the ones mummy had threatened me with, showing me wearing a bib and bonnet and suc-king my thumb. There were also two I hadn't seen before of me suc-king a dummy.
“Aren't they nice?” said Andrea giggling. “Mummy said if you weren’t a good baby I could have copies to take to school.” I was horrified at the thought but said nothing and settled down already feeling the need to wet myself. The weekend followed the pattern of the previous one, with me wearing baby girl’s clothes and my nappies being changed infrequently and never before breakfast. The only difference was on Saturday morning when I remembered that mum said Andrea had invited her friends round. I could hear a lot of giggling as she answered the door and when they came in and saw me it turned into laughter.
“She looks an even bigger sissy than you said Andrea” one of them laughed as they crowded round me. “Let us see your nappy” they teased as they lifted my skirt and petticoat to have a look. “How pretty, frilly pink plastic baby knickers.” After various teasing comments about my outfit I was told to sit down on the settee as they had some very special things for me. At that point mummy came in
“Is everything okay?”
“Oh yes, mummy” said Andrea “my friends were just saying they had some special things for baby.”
“Carry on then, I'll sit here and watch.” Two of the girls sat on either side of me and one produced a carrier bag.
“Andrea’s told us how you like using girl’s hankies instead of boys and between us we have found we had more than we needed so you can have these.” So saying she took out eight very feminine floral hankies and two lace trimmed hankies.
“You are a lucky girl,” said mummy “say thank you then.”
“Thank you for the hankies aunty Mary” I mumbled, just managing to hold back the tears.
“That's alright baby we knew you would like them, sissy's always do” she laughed. “We've also got these, pretty pink ribbons to tie in your hair. Andrea said it was long enough to tie in bunches now. Let's see.” Despite my tearful protests I ended up with my hair tied back in two bunches. “You do look pretty, a proper little girlie” she said causing all the girls to laugh. “But we have two final things I know a little baby like you will love, a pretty rattle with a long pink ribbon attached and a special baby girls bib.” She then took out a pink rattle and handed it to me whilst looping the ribbon over my head. She then held up the bib for everyone to see. I looked in disbelief. The bib was a large plastic backed terry bib with an inch wide pink lace frill around the edges. It had an appliqué picture of a baby girl suc-king a pink dummy and wearing only a frilly bonnet, a nappy and frilly pink plastic knickers, but the worst part was underneath. In large pink lettering it said 'Baby Alex’s Bib'.
“What a lovely bib” said my mother and to the girls delight and amusement insisted I wear it. At this final humiliation I burst into tears and picked up one of the hankies to dry my eyes with. This prompted Mary to say “look baby likes her new hankies” which caused further laughter on their part. The morning got worse because as well as their teasing and insisting I keep my rattle with me and periodically shake it, when it came to dinner time they were allowed to spoon feed me my dinner and then to bottle feed me like a real baby.
They then spent the afternoon making me try on Andrea’s petticoats and dresses while they laughed at the way I looked. The final humiliation was when mummy let them help change my very wet nappy. That done they had to leave but promised to look out for more baby things for me. Andrea said goodbye and that she would see them at school on Monday.
“Wasn’t that fun baby?” she said when she returned from closing the front door. “We will have to see if we can do it again some time. It was great fun wasn’t it?”
“No I hated it.”
“You were meant to” giggled Andrea as she left me sitting on the floor with the baby toys, still wearing one of her dresses and with my new bib tied around my neck.
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Chapter 13
After breakfast on Monday morning when I had got ready for school mummy removed my bib and took the dummy out of my mouth and placed them in my blazer pocket and checked that I had some girl’s hankies and said “When you get home tonight we will discuss your future. Off to school now.” When I arrived home she allowed Andrea to put a bonnet and bib on me and feed me a baby’s bottle of milk and then put a dummy in my mouth first. That humiliation over with, mummy said “well which is it to be then bibs or not, and remember if you decide to wear bibs you will have to wear all baby clothes, baby girls clothes that is and I have also found a crèche that caters for big babies that you will go to while I am at work.” Knowing I had no real choice I said
“I won’t wear bibs any more mummy.” She looked relieved as she said
“Okay take that dummy out and that bonnet and bib off, put them back in your bedroom for now and I will sort them out when I get back from my course. I must go and finish packing my case. Will you help Andrea set the table for tea please baby... I mean Alex?”
“So you don't want to be a baby anymore?” asked Andrea.
“No”
“What a shame you made such a pretty baby girl.” I ignored her comments, took the bonnet, bib and dummy upstairs then helped Andrea set the table glad that from now on I would only be wearing boy’s clothes. Boy how wrong that turned out to be.
We had just finished tea when the phone rang. Mum answered it and explained that the course had been postponed for two weeks as there had been a fire at the hotel where it had been planned to hold it.
One week later.
When I awoke on the Sunday morning of Andrea’s birthday my mother was already in my room. “I've just been sorting out the clothes Andrea wants you to wear for her birthday they are all there ready for you, so get dressed and come down to breakfast.” I got up and stared in misery at them. True to her word Andrea was insisting that I wear the pink gingham frock and an even frillier matching lacy pink petticoat than last time, but added to them was a pair of lace topped white ankle socks and pink patent shoes, and half a dozen lace trimmed floral hankies. If the dress had just been pink gingham it might not have been too bad as it was large gingham checks and the large collar had had flowers embroidered on it and a wide lace trim. It also sported puff sleeves that did not quite reach my elbows with gathers sporting wide lace matching that on the collar. However a greater shock awaited me when I saw the knickers she wanted me to wear, they were the frilliest pair of silky white nylon knickers I had ever seen. In addition to the lace trimming at the waist and legs the back had four rows of pink lace across it while the front had a printed rose surrounded by three heart shapes also in lace. It also had a frilly lacy matching crop top with a large pink ribbon bow on the front. It was so unfair as I had stopped wearing any of Andreas stuff after the two weekends I was forced to spend as a baby girl, much to Andrea’s annoyance. I spent so long staring in disbelief that my mother returned to see where I had got to and seeing where I was looking said “I said Andrea could choose what you will wear as it is her birthday but the only way I could persuade her not to insist on nappies was to let her choose your underwear. Of course if you would prefer to wear a nappy...”
“No thank you mummy”
“Alright then quickly get dressed and come downstairs.” After she had gone I reluctantly got dressed in Andrea’s clothes noticing how the lace petticoats peeked from under the dress and only just covered my knickers. I glanced at the last thing left, the hankies but ignored them and went downstairs to breakfast.
“Good morning Alex, you do look pretty in your dress, but where are your pretty hankies?”
“Upstairs.”
“Well go and get them, I want to see you using pretty girls hankies today” giggled Andrea.
“Do I have to?”
“Yes you do now off you go.” I went up and put the hankies in the pockets on the dress and returned to the dining room. “That's better” she teased “such pretty girlish hankies.” I ignored her comment and handed her her birthday present, which she opened and thanked me for. She then decided to continue her teasing comments saying “Are you wearing the pretty knickers I sorted out for you or did you want to wear a nappy?”
“I'm wearing the knickers” I replied.
“Show me” she insisted. So going red with shame I lifted the dress and petticoat up for her to see. “They do suit you, so girlish. I think I'll allow you to wear them more often. Still can we have some breakfast please, mummy?”
“Of course” mummy said. As I sat down and mummy went into the kitchen Andrea said
“As your wearing whatever I decide today you can put this on.” She then handed me the lace edged Baby bib, the one I had been wearing up until a few months ago and which I thought mum had got rid of. “I persuaded mum that I wanted to keep it for you to wear today, so put it on there's a good baby.” Mum entered the room as I did so and helped fasten it as my fingers trembled from all that had happened in the short time since I got up. At the end of the meal Andrea said
“As it's my birthday I have decided to give you a choice of things to wear. You can either wear nappies all day and of course use them or you can keep your bib on and use these.” She then showed me the bonnet mummy had made for me and the dummy that Mrs Hand had given me. “Well which is it to be?” I disliked the thought of wearing a bonnet and bib and suc-king a dummy all day long but it was preferable to using nappies.
“I'll wear the bonnet, bib and dummy” I answered reluctantly.
“Ask nicely to wear your baby things then.”
“Please can I wear my baby bonnet, bib and dummy?”
“That's much better. Come here then baby.” She pushed the teat into my mouth and then placed my bonnet on tying the pink ribbons in a big bow. Mother then came back in.
“You do look cute, Andrea said you would probably want to wear those things especially as she has her friends coming over this afternoon.” Andrea grinned broadly whilst I dreaded the arrival of her friends.
“Is it alright if baby answers the door to my friends when they arrive, mummy?” I was about to complain when she replied
“Of course dear it’s your birthday, you decide what happens today.”
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Chapter 14
As time approached for Andrea’s Party to start I got very apprehensive. I could not believe I was standing here waiting for Andrea’s guests to arrive let alone answering the door to them. The gingham dress that I was wearing was bad enough when she first had me wear it. This time with the added multi-layered petticoat it forced out the dress almost horizontally and at Andrea’s request had added a wide pink ribbon sash tied in to a big bow at the back. To top it off a matching pink bow had been fixed on my head in place of the baby bonnet, fortunately I had got my hair cut the week before so it was too short to put in to bunches as Andrea had wanted. The result of all this was to turn a childish dress in to a little girl’s party dress suitable only for a four or five year old girl but even at that age they would not be wearing the bib that I had to keep on whilst suc-king my dummy. Not only was I wearing all that but I was about to be seen in it by all Andrea friends. I suppose I should have been grateful that I had managed to avoid being put in to nappies.
The doorbell rang.
“Go and answer that baby" Andrea called and knowing I had no choice I nervously went to the front door and opened it. Standing there were her friends Amy and Tracey who I had only met a couple of times before. They took one look at me and burst in to a fit of giggles.
“Nice outfit” said Tracey.
“For a Toddler maybe” added Amy. Before I could do anything, apart from going bright red, Andrea joined us. I had heard that Andrea had a new dress for her birthday and as with the outfits worn by Amy and Tracey they were very suitable for their age if not slightly older making the contrast to what I was wearing even more pronounced. They complimented each other on their respective dresses as Andrea led them I to the lounge. I was about to follow when the front door bell rang again. “Off you go baby” Andrea called over her shoulder.
And so it went on. Over the next quarter of an hour another six guests arrived each finding my outfit highly amusing. They were all nicely dressed even the two in jeans were wearing designer ones. They were chatting and Andrea put on some music to which a few started to dance. To my surprise Alison, one of those in jeans approached me. I wanted to leave as I expected some more teasing but was surprised.
“Come and dance with me” she said taking my hand and pulling me to the middle of the room. There were a few teasing comments making me go red but which Alison ignored. “You blush prettily. Come on I’m not going to bite.” She then pulled me closer putting an arm around my back. As with my sister, Alison was taller than me, which was embarrassing enough but she was also very pretty. I wanted her to like me but in my present attire I thought it unlikely. As we danced she went on “so do you like wearing little toddler dresses?”
“No it’s just Andrea wanted me to and mum went along with it as it is her birthday.” She stared at me.
“There’s more to it than that isn’t there? Why would Andrea want her brother dressed as a sissy and why would your mum agree?”
”It’s a long story.”
“Well let’s go and sit down and you can tell me all about it.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be with your friends than me? You’re missing the party.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me? Or would you rather I joined in teasing you like they were?”
“No of course not, it’s nice to find someone who’s not having a laugh at me all the time.”
“Let’s just say I am interested in knowing how you ended up I that outfit. Come on over to the settee.” As she said this she laid a hand on my backside and was obviously shocked by what she felt. Knowing it was pointless to say anything I sat down on the settee. Even before Alison had a chance to sit down Andrea appeared.
“That’s not how you were taught to sit down in your dresses, get up immediately and sit down properly like a good little girl.” This caused a round of laughter from some of the girls. I got up and sat down again smoothing my dress underneath me. “That’s better but if you’ve got nothing better to do than sit down you can go and ask mum if we can have some drinks.”
“Yes Andrea.” As I left to find mum Alison whispered “later.”
Mum was in the kitchen adding the final touches to the food for the party.
“How’s it going sweetheart?”
“Andrea and her friends seem to be enjoying themselves. Andrea sent me out to ask if they could have drinks.”
“Of course tell them there’s coke, lemonade, squash or fruit juice.” I returned to the party and quickly had a list of requirements which mum put on a tray which I returned to hand out. Andrea stopped me as I was about to start handing them round.
“Go back in to the kitchen and ask mum for a pinny to wear if you’re going to act like a maid. Off you go then.” I was tempted to put the tray down on the table and tell them to get their own drinks but was worried as to what Andrea would do next. Mum was surprised to see me return with the drinks.
“Did you get the order wrong sweetheart?”
“No mum, Andrea said I should wear a pinny if I ‘m serving drinks like a maid.” Mum just smiled and went over to the draw that had the pinnies mum occasionally wore.
“Here you are sweetheart” she said holding out a white pinny covered with large pink roses.
“Mum haven’t you got anything plainer?”
“Don’t be silly” she said and proceeded to put it round and then tie it in a big bow behind me. Reluctantly I returned to the party to a huge amount of laughter especially from my sister and the proceeded to hand round their drinks. As Andrea took hers she said “I knew you’d choose such a girly pinny all sissies do, so I suggest you keep it on for the rest of the party in case we need more drinks or something. When all the drinks were handed out there was just my lemonade on the tray which I went to pick up. “What are you doing baby?” asked Tracey.
“I’m having my drink.”
“Shouldn’t you be having milk in a bottle?” This caused great amusement which caused mum to come and see what was up.
“We were just saying that baby should be drinking milk from a bottle rather than lemonade from a big girl’s glass” explained Tracey.
“Well I am a bit short of milk at the moment and any way I don’t know where I packed her bottles anyway” mum replied saving me from that embarrassment.
As it happened, Andrea kept me far too busy from that point on so Alison didn’t manage to get me on my own. In a way I was relieved, as kind as Alison was I didn’t really want to get in to all the details of why I ended up like this but also as in the back of my mind I was wondering if she was just asking so that they could make even more fun of me. As they left she whispered in my ear
“I still want to know” before kissing me on the cheek. As the last girl left Andrea turned to me saying “So what were you and Alison up to?”
“Nothing she was jusy asking why I was dressed like this?”
“I hope you said it’s because you’re a big sissy baby.”
“I didn’t get a chance to say anything.” I didn’t dare admit what I had said.
Mum and I cleared up the place as Andrea collapsed in a chair much to my annoyance. Having finished in the kitchen I removed the pinny and returned it to mum. “You can keep it if you like, you really looked cute in it.”
“No thank you mum” I answered glad to see her replace it the draw. I was tired and decided to go to bed, as I got ready for bed mummy and Andrea came into my bedroom, Andrea holding a frilly pink nightie.
“I have decided to let you wear this tonight, it's appropriate being a baby doll nightdress” she giggled. The nightie was in shiny pink nylon with pink and white lace trim around the neck and arm holes and a double row of matching lace on the hem, there was also a row of pink satin bows sewed about an inch above the lace hem and a lace edged pocket, on the right hand side at the front.
“Isn’t it a bit pointless just for one night?” I asked.
“It’s still my birthday and I want you to wear it.” Reluctantly I took the nightie and as I did so Andrea said “Don't forget these” and with a big smile handed me a pair of very frilly pink knickers that matched the nightdress. “The knickers will fit over your nappy so you can wear a nappy to bed” she added “that's all right isn’t it mummy?”
“I don’t want to wear a nappy, I’m not a baby.”
“I know dear but I said she could nappy you for bedtime as she let you off for the day.”
“But…”
“But nothing I don’t break my promises you know that.”
“Yes mum” I said but wanting to scream at the unfairness of it. Mum picked up the dress and petticoat and put them on a hanger and handed them to Andrea who then said
“I have decided that he can definitely keep this dress and petticoat as they’re a little small on me now so there's no point in hanging it in my wardrobe.” Andrea then proceeded to pin me in to a nappy and put a plain pair of plastic pants over my nappy as mum hung the dress and petticoat in my wardrobe saying “you can also wear those pretty knickers for the next few days. I know you'll enjoy wearing such pretty knickers to school.” By this time I had put the nightdress and knickers on over my nappy and plastic baby knickers.
“But I don’t wear your clothes anymore” I complained.
“It won’t hurt just for a few days and you do look pretty” said my mother “there's even a pocket for a couple pretty girls hankies. Andrea can you choose a couple his pretty hankies for him?” She did and placed them in the pocket saying
“Here we are baby a couple of lacy hankies to go with your baby doll nightdress set.”
“My ...”
“Yes” interrupted Andrea “it fits you much better than me, so you might as well keep it.” Before I could complain mummy said
“That is very kind of you Andrea and your right it fits him perfectly but it suits him as well. Say thank you baby and you haven't thanked her for the dress and petticoat yet.”
“Thank you for the clothes you’re giving me.”
“That's all right, as I said they suit a big baby like you better.” She then picked up the bib which I. had been wearing all day, saying “where do you want me to put your bib?” Mummy answered saying, to my surprise, “put it in one of his draws in case baby wants to wear it again sometime, but you might as well clip his pretty babies dummy to his lovely frilly nightdress, and put his baby bonnet back on as well.” Without further ado Andrea tied the bonnet on my head and held up the dummy saying “open wide for your nice pink dummy baby.” Knowing it was useless to protest I accepted the dummy as a broad smile crossed her face. “You do look cute, such a sweet baby. Don't you agree mummy?”
“Yes, but not just a baby, I think he looks like a sweet frilly baby girl.” This set Andrea giggling. “And we all know where a baby girl goes to sleep don't we.”
“In a baby girls pink cot” laughed Andrea and they took me to Andreas Nursery and made me get into the cot. “See you in the morning baby” mummy said and left.
I dreaded where this was all going, I had not worn any girls or baby items for weeks now and had only worn them today as mum said Andrea could decide as it was her birthday. Now I had been given a dress and petticoats and nightie and mum had put the baby items in my draws. Surely I wasn’t going to be babied again. As it happened I did wear the nightie for the rest of the week but without nappies and for the next three days I had to wear the panties to school, saved only by the fact that I had sports on Friday by which time I was back in my own boys underwear.
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Chapter 15
A week later and it was time for mum to go on her revised course and when we were leaving for school mummy reminded us that Mrs Hand would be looking after us and to be on our best behaviour for her. We both promised to be good and do whatever she asked. When I got home from school Mrs Hand met me at the front door and led me straight upstairs. Laid out on my bed were Andreas dress and petticoat, baby’s bonnet, bib and dummy and nappy and frilly pink plastic knickers. As I began to complain saying that I didn’t wear girl’s or babies items she said “You have promised to do whatever I say, I have decided that while I am in charge you will change into a baby girl when in this house, and by the way if you do not come straight home from school I shall come to collect you and put baby things on you in front of all your school friends. Now let’s get you dressed.” She then dressed me up as I had been the previous weekend and Andrea insisted I wear the bib with 'Baby Alex’s Bib' on it that Andrea’s friends had given me. When we got downstairs she allowed Andrea to feed me two bottles of baby milk.
“I knew you would be happier as a baby girl” she said. I spent the evening being teased by her and my sister. When it came to bedtime I was forced to wear one of Andrea’s frilly nightdresses, the baby bonnet, a pair of pink bootees and the bib with 'Baby' on it. Mrs Hand then insisted I suc-k my dummy and then put a padded pair of pink shiny mittens on my hands, the padding making it impossible to use them and insisted I sleep in the cot. To make it worse Mrs Hand refused to change my now wet nappy. In the morning she made me stay in my wet nappy, frilly nightie, bib and mittens while she fed me my breakfast of baby cereal and two bottles of milk which Andrea fed to me. When I had finished she pushed the dummy back in my mouth removed the mittens and sent me upstairs to get dressed but I could not find any underpants. When I called Mrs Hand she said “Oh I forgot to tell you I put them all for washing. Do you want me to put another nappy on you?”
“No” I said horrified at the thought of wearing a babies nappy to school.
“Pardon?”
“No thank you Aunty Mandy”
“That's better. As you don't want a nappy you will have to ask Andrea if you can borrow a pair of her knickers.” With a sinking heart I went into Andrea’s bedroom.
“Hello baby what do you want?”
“Mrs Hand has washed all my pants, could I borrow a pair of yours please?”
“Do you mean can you borrow a pair of girl’s knickers to wear to school baby?”
“Yes, can I borrow a pair of... of knickers please?”
“Wouldn't diddums prefer to wear her nice nappy and her frilly pink plastic baby knickers to school?”
“No thank you.”
“Then of course you can wear a pair of my girls knickers” she said and went to her draws and pulled out a pair of white lace trimmed knickers. “Here you are baby.” “Haven't you got any plainer pairs” I asked. She took them back and pulled out a much lacier pair of pink nylon satin knickers saying
“Yes, but can wear these girls knickers unless you want me to tell all your friends at school that your wearing my knickers. Come along now baby and put them on right now. I want to watch.” Reluctantly I put them on to the accompanying giggles from Andrea and before I could leave she said “You'll need this as well” and handed me a matching pink lace trimmed crop top and insisted I put it on. “You do look pretty diddums, a pretty little girl. Now isn't it about time you said thank you?”
“Thank you for lending me your underwear.”
“Be more specific and describe those pretty girls’ undies you're wearing.”
“Thank you for lending me your pretty lacy pink pants...”
“knickers” interrupted Andrea.
“Thank you for lending me your pretty lacy pink knickers and pretty lacy pink crop top to wear” I said now bright red with shame.
“That's alright baby,” she laughed “lacy girls undies suit you, especially pink undies, pink like your baby girls dummy.” I was then allowed to return to my bedroom to finish getting dressed.
Just before we left Aunty Mandy came and put the bib and bonnet into my blazer pocket and said “There we are baby in case you want to use them at school. Now do you want to suc-k your dummy on the way to school?”
“No thank you” I answered hurriedly.
“Okay pop it in your pocket baby.” We then left for school.
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Chapter 16
That afternoon I got about half way home when I found Mandy and Andrea waiting for me. “Hello baby we decided to meet you and help you put your baby things on.” So despite my protests I had to put on my bonnet and the 'Baby Alex’s Bib'. Mrs Hand then produced a pair of baby reins in bright, pink leather and insisted that I wear them. After searching my pockets she said “Where's your dummy?”
“I don't know.”
“Never mind” she said, much to my surprise, as I had expected her to be cross. Still, going home dressed like this was so humiliating that I was close to tears. It was to get worse though, as on our way home we had to pass a parade of shops and Mandy insisted on going into the chemists.
“Hello Mandy” said the assistant, “who are the children?”
“They are my next door neighbour’s two children. This is Andrea and baby Alex.”
“What pretty children” she said looking curiously at me in my baby things. “What can we get for you Mandy?”
“Well baby Alex has lost his dummy, so we have come to get another one. Isn't that right baby?” I couldn't say anything and burst into tears of shame. I took out my hanky, a boys one which I had managed to save despite Andreas attempt to get rid of them all, to dry my tears but before I could use it Mrs Hand took it from replacing it with a flowery one saying “A pretty hanky like this one is more appropriate for a cry-baby than a boys hanky” at which Andrea had a fit of giggles.
“What a pretty lacy feminine hanky, baby, you are a lucky girl. Well what colour dummy does baby want?”
“Baby wants a pink dummy just like all baby girls” said Andrea immediately giving me no chance to choose myself. “Ask the lady nicely baby”
“Please can I have a pink dummy” I sobbed, drying further tears.
“Of course, here we are a pretty pink baby girl's dummy. Is there anything else?”
“Yes” said Mandy “do you have anything to attach the dummy onto baby's clothes so she can't lose this one?”
“Yes we have a dummy clip. One end attaches to the dummy and the other end clips onto the babies clothes. Do you want the white or the pink one?”
“The pink one to match the dummy, please” said Mandy. The assistant rang up the prices and then asked “Do you want them wrapped?”
“No thank you, I'm sure baby wants to use them straight away” said Andrea, who turned to me saying “Ask the nice lady to let you use your pretty dummy and clip.”
“Please can I use my dummy and clip now?” I said amid further tears.
“Of course you can baby.” she answered, opening both packets, clipping the dummy on to the clip and handing them to Andrea “here I'll let you put them on your baby sister” she said smiling. With a broad grin Andrea said “Open up baby” as she pushed the dummy into my mouth and then clipped the other end to the reins.
“Still it's time we were getting back. I'm sure baby is looking forward to her bottle” said Mandy.
“And to putting on her dress and nappy” added Andrea.
“What a lucky baby, I'm sure you must look really cute” said the assistant “bye bye, enjoy your bottle, baby.” We then left the chemists and went further along to the greengrocers.
“You wait out here while Andrea and I pop in for some fruit.” I was standing outside feeling embarrassed at the way I was dressed when a mother came around the corner with a little girl in tow. The mother burst in to a fit of giggles when she saw me and the little girl asked “Why is that boy wearing baby things and suc-king a dummy?”
“I don't know, let's find out.” They both approached. “He looks like a boy but he's wearing baby girls’ things, especially that pretty bib and frilly bonnet. He is obviously a big sissy, Julie.” They both started laughing again as Mandy and Andrea came out.
“He does look silly doesn't he” said Mandy “a proper sissy and a cry baby. In fact we've got a nappy and pretty pink gingham dress waiting for baby at home.”
“How sweet, does he wear a nappy to school then?”
“No,” said Andrea “this morning he asked to borrow my undies. I offered him a plain white pair but he insisted on choosing a very frilly pink nylon pair and then asked for the matching crop top as well.” I didn't bother trying to deny it knowing that what Andrea had said would be believed.
“Well I bet a big sissy like you enjoys wearing pretty girls’ undies don't you? I wonder what your friends at school would say if they knew?” she teased.
“He does like wearing girls’ undies, but we have to insist on a nappy at night otherwise we would end up with a wet cot every morning” added Andrea.
“Do you mean he sleeps in a cot, like a baby?” asked the little girl.
“Yes, a pretty pink baby girls cot wearing an old frilly pink nightdress of mine and a thick nappy just like a real baby.”
“I bet he looks cute.” She then turned to her daughter saying “Well Julie despite his size he really is just a big baby, even you don't wear nappies or sleep in a cot now like he does.” I couldn't answer as I burst into tears and took out a couple of hankies and using one to dry them with.
“I see what you mean about him being a cry baby and what pretty hankies the sissy's borrowed.”
“He hasn't borrowed any, they're his. He insists on using feminine hankies.”
“How sweet.”
“Yes, he really likes girlie's hankies, so much so in fact that he even asked my friends if they had any spare ones that he could have” said Andrea.
“If she likes pretty hankies so much have you tried 'Alice's' over there, she sells very pretty hankies?” suggested the mother pointing to a dress shop in the parade.
“What a good idea” said Mandy “let’s go and see.”
“We'll come with you.”
“In that case would Julie like to bring the baby?”
“Yes please” giggled Julie and taking hold of the reins being offered by Mandy said “come along baby” and led me in to the shop followed by Mandy, Andrea and Julie's mother.
“Can I help you?” asked the assistant, looking strangely at me.
“I hope so” said Andrea “we would like see what ladies hankies you have got. They're for my brother because he is a big sissy cry baby and prefers using ladies hankies.”
“Well he is certainly dressed prettily, and babyishly. I'm sure we can find something suitable for the big sissy” and she produced a draw of ladies hankies. I then had to spend the next ten minutes standing about while everyone else, Julie included, chose the most feminine hankies from those on offer, finally selecting three very lacy ones and six floral hankies three of which were also lace trimmed. They then informed me that I had to pay for my hankies. I handed over the money and she gave me the nine hankies they had chosen saying “I won’t put them in a bag as I sure a big sissy like you will want everyone to see what pretty hankies you've got.” With that we left the shop to her laughter. Both Julie and her mother then left also laughing.
We finally left the shops but as we got to our house we went past it and into Mrs Hands, I said nothing as she led me by the baby reins upstairs to her bedroom. She then opened a draw and said “You obviously don't have enough pretty hankies as you were using a boy’s one earlier, even with those one's from Alice's. Andrea why don't you choose some more pretty hankies for the little sissy cry-baby.”
“Of course aunty.” She then proceeded to choose six pretty lace trimmed hankies each with different coloured flowers on it and handed them to me. “Here we are some pretty hankies for a cry-baby.”
“I'm sure the little cry-baby wants a few more hankies” said Mandy giving me a further six “and if I catch you using boys’ hankies again you will get more of mine and a further trip to Alice’s shop, understood baby?”
“Yes aunty.”
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Chapter 17
We then went back to our house where I was taken upstairs to be dressed as a baby girl again. Amanda undressed me and when she got down to Andreas underwear she said “You do look pretty in those undies, so you might as well wear them to school tomorrow okay?”
“Yes aunty” I replied knowing it was useless to argue. She then removed them and placed them with the rest of my school uniform and proceeded to dress me in Andrea’s dress and petticoats and baby items before taking me down stairs and feeding me two bottles of warm milk. No sooner had I finished the milk and had the dummy replaced when the front door bell rang. Mandy took my hand and led me to the front door knowing how I hated other people seeing me dressed as a baby girl. It turned out to be Julie and her mother, Lucy. Julie burst into a fit of giggles when she saw me.
“Hello” said Mandy “come in.”
“Well the sissy does look pretty in her dress and bib, doesn't she?”
“Yes” agreed Mandy. “Show them what you are wearing underneath baby.” I reluctantly lifted my dress to display the petticoat and then my nappy and frilly plastic pants.
“How perfectly babyish” said Lucy as Julie dissolved into a further fit of giggles. “When we got home we checked in some boxes in our spare room” continued Lucy. “And we found some pretty things we thought baby would like.”
“Here you are baby” giggled Julie handing me a bag. I opened it up and found three baby girls bibs, a pink dummy and two rattles. Reluctantly I took out the items.
“You are a lucky baby girl” laughed Mandy. “So what do you say?”
“Thank you for my pretty baby things.”
“That's alright, we knew as they were too babyish for Julie they would suit you perfectly” laughed Lucy.
“I'm sure baby would like to try one of her new bibs on” said Mandy, removing the one I was wearing. “Why don't you tie one on baby, Julie, she needs someone more grown up to help her.”
Julie selected one of the bibs and tied the bib round my neck, saying “Here we are baby a pretty girls bib for a big sissy baby.”
“It does suit her. Still, we should be going” said Lucy “but I had a quick look in my draws before we came and these are for you baby as well” and handed me another bag. I opened it to find eight ladies hankies, some floral and most lace trimmed. After a stern look from Mandy I said “Thank you for the lovely hankies.”
“That's all right. Julie and I will have a proper look tomorrow, so who knows what we might find. I could probably send Julie round on her own with anything we find. Would that be okay Mandy? “
“Of course, Julie's welcome any time, even she just wants to play with baby. Would you like that?”
“Yes please,” answered Julie “would I be able to dress her up?”
“You can do whatever you want to or with baby. She'll wear whatever you want and even go out to the park if you wanted.”
“Oh goody” giggled Julie. With that Julie and her mother left, with Julie promising to come and play. Mandy insisted on my waving goodbye from the front gate as there would be more chance of me being seen. Fortunately I saw no one else. When I turned I saw Andrea holding the video camera. I said nothing and walked back indoors. Later as I sat on the floor, Amanda did not allow me to sit on chairs, in my by then soggy nappy, being teased by Andrea, she showed the video she had taken. She had obviously been filming when Lucy and Julie arrived as she had the whole humiliating episode on film and promised to let me watch it lots. During its second playing the phone rang. Mandy answered it.
“Oh hello, how’s the course?” It was obviously mum. “Extended? Yes that's no problem, I'm enjoying it. Okay, goodbye.” She then turned to Andrea and I saying, “That was your mummy, her course has been extended until Monday morning so she won’t be home until very late on Monday. That means I've got my two girls until Monday now.” I cringed at the thought of a further four days of my present treatment. “Still it's time baby was in her cot.” She took me upstairs and removed everything except my nappy and plastic frilly knickers. “I know it's wet but I can't be bothered to change your nappy, so here pop your pretty baby’s nightie on there's a good girl.” I did so and she then tied the bib from Julie back on, popped the dummy back in my mouth and clipped it to the bib and told me to get in the cot, then put the side up. “Night night baby, sweet sissy dreams.”
And so the next two days went with me dressed as a baby girl after I got home from school and going to bed in a nighty and wet nappy.
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Chapter 18
On Saturday morning as we were having breakfast, there was a phone call which Mandy took, it turned out to be Lucy. All we heard was Mandys end of the conversation “No that will be no problem, take as long as you need…What 10 minutes, fine… yes see you shortly. That was Lucy she needs to go in to the office today, some crisis or other so we are going to look after Julie. Well Andrea, you and I will, Julie will be looking after the baby.” She turned to me saying “who’s a lucky baby then. Julie gets to choose what you wear today and as you’re wet we can wait till she gets here so she can help.”
“Please don’t let her see my.. well you know.”
“Babies are seen by whoever is looking after them and this morning that will be Julie.” I didn’t bother arguing as there was no point. Amanda then decided to change my bib for one that Lucy and Julie had given me. As she was doing so the front door bell rang and taking my hand she led me to the front door, opening it to see Lucy dressed in a business suit and Julie in t-shirt and designer jeans.
“Doesn’t baby look cute mummy?” exclaimed Julie “and she‘s wearing one of the bibs I gave her.”
“You are a pretty sissy baby aren’t you and in such prissy nighty” said Lucy.
“Well answer Lucy baby” insisted Amanda.
“Yes I am a sissy baby.”
“After your call we decided to not get her changed so that Julie can decide what to dress her in.”
“Does that mean she still has her nappy on?” asked Lucy.
“Yes she still has her wet night time nappy on” answered Amanda and surprised me by suddenly lifting the hem of my nightie to display my wet nappy and frilly baby knickers causing them both to laugh. Finally her mum had to leave and Julie came in to the lounge as we closed the door.
“Let’s leave baby down here while we go up to her room and you can decide what we will dress her in.” She took Julie’s hand and left the room.
“I hope she chooses a nappy instead of knickers for you and a real prissy dress as well” giggled Andrea. “I’ve already decided that you will wear a frilly bib and use your baby bottles for all your drinks today which will of course be milk.”
Mandy finally came and collected me and took me to my room
To my horror Julie wanted to see me in the Barbie dress. Although I was still slim enough to fit in it I had grown an inch and a half since I had first worn it so it was even shorter on me than before. Not that that fact or my concerns were taken note of. To add to the humiliation they decided nappies would be good for a laugh, well for them anyway. I then had to submit to having my wet nappy removed and once Mandy had cleaned me up they allowed Julie to rub in the baby powder with predictable results. My hands were slapped away as I tried to cover myself up.
“My cousin Johnny does that when we change his nappies but he has to wear them as he is only eighteen months old” stated Julie as if it was an everyday occurrence.
“Whereas our baby wears them because we want to tease him for being such a sissy” laughed Andrea. Once the frilly baby panties were on I was once again dressed in the frilly petticoat and then the hideous Barbie dress causing Julie to jump up and down with excitement as I just got more embarrassed and redder in the face. When the Alice band with the bow, lace trimmed ankle socks and pink bunny slippers were added I was led downstairs where I was set to playing dollies with Julie. Mandy and Andrea sat amused by the way Julie was bossing me around making me change dolls clothes and feeding the dolls from a pretend bottle. We had been doing this for about an hour when Mandy disappeared to return shortly with a tray of drinks. Mandy had got herself a coffee with glasses of cola for Andrea and Julie and not altogether surprisingly there were two baby bottles of milk for me. Mandy had even got out another one of the bibs that Julie and her mum had donated to me for me to wear. Julie jumped at the chance of feeding me a bottle of milk. She tied the bib on me then sat on the floor, I had to lie back with my head on her lap at which point she pushed the teat to my lips saying.
“Open up baby drink up all your nice milk.” Realising the inevitable I followed her instructions. “Wow you really are a big baby, look at you wearing a bib and drinking from a bottle. Even my cousin uses a beaker with a lid and only occasionally wears a bib.”
“Yes he’s a big sissy baby in a ridiculous dress that most two year olds wouldn’t wear.”
“Your right Andrea. Now when I get to choose I usually wear jeans these days, mummy always dressed me in frilly and flowery dresses but you can do so much more in jeans.” Before anyone could answer the front door bell rang and Mandy went to answer it. Then the lounge door opened and in walked Lucy with Mandy close behind.
“Well so Julie’s feeding the little baby” she laughed “I seem to have missed out.”
“Not at all baby’s got another bottle yet so you can feed her if you want but would you like a drink while Julie finishes.”
“A coffee would be great.” Mandy brought her with a mug.
“So it wasn’t as bad as you thought.”
“No it was just a system that needed resetting. I’m glad I might have missed this.” I just finished and moved to rest my head on Lucy’s lap only this time we were both on the settee. With the teat in place she continued. “Well this is an appropriate dress for a sissy isn’t it baby? And what do you have on underneath?” She giggled at all the layers of petticoats and then the frilly baby knickers over my nappy. “Are you dry baby?” she asked pushing a finger into my nappy. Whilst I was when she asked I did need to go and the unexpected intrusion caused me to lose control. Lucy obviously realised what was happening and removed her finger instead placing her hand on the front of my baby knickers. “Baby is wetting herself” she grinned. Julie joined her and placed her hand next to hers.
“She is I can feel it getting warm.” Finally I finished both wetting myself and the bottle of milk. Lucy decided she and Julie should go home much to Julie’s disappointment. Mandy left me in my wet nappy until mid-afternoon and only then as I was about to leak. She re-nappied me, despite my request to be allowed to wear panties. I was fed a further two bottles of milk at tea time which meant that I would likely be going to bed in a wet nappy as Mandy probably would change me again.
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Chapter 19
We were sat down to Sunday tea and Aunty Amanda tied a big bib around my neck as usual replacing the smaller one she had me wear between meals. I was looking forward to tea as we were having pizza even if mine was cut in to small pieces in my sister’s old plastic Barbie plate accompanied by two bottles of formula. Amanda said the plate was appropriate as she had had me wearing the Barbie dress all day. As we were finishing we heard the front door open and then mum walked in to the dining room. I was so pleased to see her although embarrassed by the dress and babyish attire I was wearing but at least I was not in nappies.
“Hi Anne” said Aunty Mandy “we weren’t expecting you till tomorrow morning.”
“Yes well the last speaker went down with food poisoning so it was curtailed and here I am.” Mum gave me a strange look presumably by the way I was dressed. “How have they behaved?”
“No problems at all it was a delight to have two little girl’s to look after.”
“Well thanks very much for your help but I really don’t want to take up any more of your time and I’d like to give them a bath and put them to bed.”
“It’s no problem I can do it if you’re tired after your journey.”
“No, it’s fine. The course was called off at about ten last night so I stayed in the hotel and had a nice long lie in followed by a big breakfast before a relaxing drive home so I am quite able to see to them. I would appreciate a cup of tea though.” Amanda got up to get her one. Mum gave Julie and me a hug thanking us for being good. I could tell she wanted to ask about the dress and other things I was wearing but was not sure how to phrase it. I could say nothing with Aunty Amanda still there at which point she returned with mum’s cup of tea. We finished tea with mum and Amanda chatting after which Aunty Amanda left.
“Right you two, you can leave the dishes to me, now upstairs I’m going to give you both a bath.” We both left the table and went to our respective bedrooms and I could hear mum running the bath. Julie got there first and got in. Mum came to find me as I was having trouble undoing the small buttons on my dress.
“Here let me help.” She undid the buttons releasing me from the dress and helped finish undressing me.
“Mum” I began but she placed her finger on my lips.
“Bath now, explanations later” and ushered me into the bathroom. Julie and I were probably a bit old to bath together but it was a large bath and it was obvious mum wanted us together so we said nothing but we were glad to get under the bubbles to hide our embarrassment at both being naked. Mum helped us both to get clean and soon we were all enjoying having mum back especially in such a playful mood. I think she got almost as wet as we did but she obviously didn’t mind. We eventually got out and dried ourselves and wrapped in towels returned to our rooms. Mum sorted Julie out first a got her into bed allowing her to read for a while before coming to see to me. I was sitting on my bed when she arrived still wrapped in my towel. “Why aren’t you in your pyjamas Alex?” At that I burst in to tears.”Mum sat down and hugged me until I calmed down a bit and then through further tears I related what I had been through with Aunty Amanda and finishing with the fact that I didn’t know where my pyjamas were as I was put in nappies and a nightie in the cot each night.
“I’m so sorry I had no idea that she would do that to you but it at least explains how you were dressed when I got home.”
“I didn’t want to mum. Please don’t treat me like a baby girl mummy.”
“Calm down. You told me you wanted to give up being a baby and be my eleven year old son instead. Is that still true?”
“Yes mum, really.”
“Then that’s what you will be. Tomorrow we’ll go through all your draws and wardrobe and get rid of all the baby and little girl stuff. Are you happy with that?”
“Yes mum that would be great.”
“Okay then, now let me see if I can find you some pyjamas.” She left and I could hear her talking to Andrea and she didn’t sound very happy.” She then left her room and returned shortly with my pyjamas. “Here you are Alex” handing them to me. I dressed and got into bed. I was tired and snuggled down under the covers and mum kissed me goodnight.
“I love you mum” I said.
“And I love you Alex.” She then left turning out the light.
I awoke the following morning glad that I was no longer waking up in a wet nappy and nightie. I got up put on my dressing gown and slippers, both of which had appeared on and by my bed after I had gone to sleep, and went downstairs. My sister was up already and looking embarrassed. At first I assumed it was because of what she had assisted Mrs Hand with doing to me. That was until I looked closer and realised that the nightie she was wearing was the one that I had been made to wear for the past week. As I got my cereal and bowl Andrea was getting up and I heard a crinkly sound that I had been hearing each morning. My eyes opened wide in amazement.
“Yes mum made me wear a nappy after you told her tales. At least I’m not a baby like you, I haven’t wet it.” With that she disappeared upstairs. I was surprised that mum had gone so far but she obviously thought Andrea needed to be taught a lesson. I just had my breakfast, cleared away the breakfast things and went to my room to get dressed after a quick shower, it was great to put on boys things again especially knowing that I wouldn’t be forced in to girls or baby clothes later.
Later that morning we left Andrea in the lounge wearing her pink gingham dress and by now probably wet nappy and mum and I went to my room. We removed all the baby and girly items from my room and then the nursery and after lunch when Andrea was finally allowed out of the dress that too was added to the bags of baby girl items. Mum then took some to the charity shops and the rest to the textiles recycling centre.
We heard later that Lucy had phoned and mum set her straight and Lucy apologised for the way she and Julie had treated me. Shortly after we heard they had moved and we never saw them again.
It was a couple of weeks later I was looking for something in my chest of draws when I came upon a pink satin bib with the word ‘Princess’ embroidered on it and trimmed in white lace. This really surprised me as I was sure we had got rid of it, in fact I had been through this draw recently and had not come across it. It was very pretty and I was tempted to say nothing and more than a little tempted to put it on. However I felt I should stick to my decision and not risk what might happen if mum or Andrea found it, so knowing Andrea was at a friend’s house I took it down to mum.
“Mum I found this in one of my draws, I don’t know how we missed it.” She looked up from her magazine to see what I was holding. She took the bib and then patted the seat next to her on the settee and I sat down.
“It’s a very pretty bib isn’t it?”
“Yes mum.”
“If I said you could wear it without any consequences, would you?”
“I said I was a big boy and I meant it” I answered remembering what I felt when I found it.
“That’s not what I asked” persisted mum. After a pause, during which she looked me in the eyes, I knew I couldn’t lie to her so I said
“Yes mum” going bright red in the face. She just smiled and gave me a big hug.
“It’s all right. I saved that bib for you. I liked seeing you wearing it. If you want to wear it occasionally I don’t mind but I suggest you only do so when we’re on our own.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“I know you’re an eleven year old boy, just one who likes to wear a bib now and again. I’m glad you came to show it to me as it does mean that you’re growing up. I was worried that you would say nothing and wear it in private as that would have meant you didn’t want to risk losing it and were still a baby.”
“I considered it but I love you too much so I didn’t want to hide anything from you.”
“I love you too. I admit that I hid it in your draw hoping you would bring it to me and I’m so proud that you did.” She gave me another big hug.”Do you want to keep it in your bedroom or shall I keep it in mine?”
The End