Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: DaraJaney on October 22, 2016, 04:08:45 AM
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Joe went with his mother and Aunt every week to the only local restaurant, Amy's, that had special low price meals for under 12s. But Joe passed his 12th birthday a month ago and hated having to pretend that he was still under 12 just so his mother and Aunt could save money.
Eventually one week, he told the waiter that he wanted the adult menu because he was now over 12. When the waiter left, his mother gave him an awfully angry look. Only then did he realise that it was his Aunt's turn to pay. That had made his mother more angry. His Aunt was cross with him throughout the meal and looked quite annoyed when paying the bill.
The following week his mother was on the phone making arrangements with his Aunt. When they came to the thorny issue of which restaurant he heard his mother say "No let's go to Amy's as usual". He could tell that his Aunt was expressing surprise at the other end of the line. But his mother said "that won't be a problem this week." She had a good look at Joe when she finished the call. He wondered what did she mean?
When his Aunt arrived to pick them up the next day she was shown into the living room. Joe was standing there in a pink dress with his arms crossed angrily. He was wearing white wool-knit tights and the dress was quite short on him and flared over layers of petticoats.
When his Aunt sniggered he tried to push his skirts down and she saw then that we was wearing pretty white gloves with lace at wrist. Looking down she saw frilly ankle socks and black patent leather t-bar shoes with a two-inch heel.
Joe appeared to be wearing a wig of ringlets tied up in pink ribbons. His Aunt put her hand to her mouth. "My goodness what a wig!" Joe looked down at the floor. His mother walked over to him and tugged a ringlet. "Ow!" he complained. "You've put his hair in ringlets?!" His mother smiled. "Remember the perm lotions mother used on me when I was little?"
She handed Joe a doll to hold in one hand and a huge red and white swirly lollipop in the other. "Are you going to claim to be over 12 this week?" she asked him. Joe looked down again. "No."
"Now come along", she told him. Joe stood rooted to the spot unwilling to move but reluctantly walked across the room. His petticoats rocked revealing the pink lace trim on his panties. He tried to hold his petticoats down but his hands were full with the doll and lollipop.
His Aunt was amazed. "Why is he so compliant?" His mother held up Joe's phone which displayed a photo of him in his pink dress, white tights and frilly socks with his hair on perming pins. "One false move and this will be sent to all his friends."
Joe walked meekly to the door in his frilly pink dress, tights and ringlets, clutching his doll and lollipop. "This is going to be a fun day", his Aunt said with glee.
Joe cringed as he got out of the car in the restaurant car park. His mother had to threaten him again with the photo on his phone before he got out at all.
He desperately tried to smooth down his petticoats afraid that his frilly panties would be seen. It wasn't easy to do clutching a doll in one hand and a lollipop in the other. The ladies walked briskly over towards the restaurant. He didn't want to get left behind so he tottered along behind them in his heels, his petticoats rocking and his ringlets dancing.
He braced himself as they entered the restaurant. They deliberately sought out the same waiter from last week and sat at one of his tables. He watched amusedly as Joe slid into his seat, his petticoats getting caught awkwardly. He waited patiently as Joe tried to smooth his petticoats under his bottom. The waiter was happy to play along. "A children's menu for the pretty little girl." Joe cringed but took the menu.
They proceeded almost as normal except for the waiter over emphasizing 'little lady' and 'pretty girl' every time. Joe just desperately wanted the ordeal to be over.
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Joe finished his desert in double quick time, desperate to get out of the restaurant and out of his frilly dress and tights as soon as possible. His Aunt called for the bill. He was poised ready to go.
A lady came over to the table smiling at him sweetly. "Hello, who is this?" the lady asked his mother. "Jo", his mother told her truthfully. "I see. And would Jo like to join our girl's birthday party over there?" He looked over and saw lots of girls - probably around 8 or 9 - in an adjoining room playing party games.
"Of course she would!" his mother replied. Joe gave her a helpless look. "Isn't that nice of the lady Jo?" Joe just wanted to die but he nodded dumbly. They all looked at each other wondering whether the lady knew he was a boy or not. She showed no sign of it.
The lady took his hand. Joe looked desperately at his mother for rescue but it wasn't forthcoming. He slid out of the seat and tried to smooth his petticoats with his one free hand. "I see you came in a party dress!" the lady commented. "Oh don't forget your doll Jo", his Aunt cut in. Joe cringed but took his doll from his Aunt.
The lady led him by the hand to the room of girls. He gave a despairing look over his shoulder to his mother and Aunt before he went in but they were just chuckling.
"This is Jo!" the lady called out in the room and all the girls stopped what they were doing and looked at Joe. He tried to keep his petticoats down with his doll hand. Most of the girls were in jeans and shorts. They smirked at his pink dress and white tights. They noticeably giggled at his frilly socks and ringlets. He was a foot taller than any of them but was easily the sissiest in the room.
The birthday girl took his hand and led him to a little table with lots of dolls on little seats. It had been set up by the restaurant but none of the little girls had been interested in the dolls. "You can hold a doll's tea party here", the girl told him. Jo tried to smile. He went to sit on one of the low little stools. It was far too low for his size and his knees ended up higher than his bottom. He could tell from the girls' sniggers that his pink frilly panties must be showing when he sat.
His Aunt was in no rush paying the bill, giving him plenty of time playing with his dolls. Eventually she came with his mother into the party. "Oh are you going?" the lady asked. His Aunt nodded, disappointed to have to take him away from this mortifying experience. Joe watched them chat for a moment, desperate to leave.
The ladies came over to him. "Mrs. Jones has kindly agreed that we can pick you up later from her house so you can stay and play with the girls." Joe was crushed. His mother and Aunt left him in the company of the little girls in his pretty pink dress.
Shortly afterwards Mrs Jones announced that they were going to the local park where there was a playground. Joe winced. Now he was going to have to go outside in his frilly dress.
The girls ran excitedly towards the playground. Joe tried to keep up as best he could without causing too much rocking of his petticoats that would surely reveal his frilly pink panties to all around.
When he got to the playground he looked unhappily at the swings, slides and roundabouts. This was not going to be easy in a short flouncy dress. He thought that a swing might be the least embarrassing so he sat on one and pushed himself off gently. The breeze generated by his movement fluttered his petticoats a little.
Then a couple of girls came around behind him and pushed hard. He swung right up in the air and his petticoats pouffed out. He had to clutch the chains of the swing with both hands as they pushed him harder so he could do nothing to stop his petticoats flying up and down.
Some boys appeared in the playground and stopped to watch the spectacle. They sniggered rudely, undoubtedly able to see Joe's pink frilly panties. He realised guiltily that he would do the same in their position.
Eventually the girls tired of pushing him and he was able to scramble off the swing and push his petticoats down. "The slide!", one of the girls shouted excitedly and they took his hands and led him over to the queue of children at the ladder for the slide. The boys that had been sniggering at him joined the end of the queue.
Joe watched the girls ahead of him climb the ladder. They were wearing jeans and shorts. He realised that when he climbed the ladder everyone behind would be able to see up his short dress. He realized now why the boys had been so quick to join the queue.
He tried to leave the queue but the girls pulled him back. He cringed trying to pull his petticoats down as far as he could as his turn came closer. But it was pointless. His dress was so short anyhow.
There was nothing for it but to get it over with as quickly as possible. The girl in front climbed up and he waited as long as he could before the girl behind gave him a shove. He went up. He could hear the sniggering behind him.
The girl in front stopped at the top and started a conversation with another girl watching. Joe was stuck just behind her. He tried to push his petticoats down with one hand but really needed to hold on to the rails with both hands. He waited there for what seemed like an eternity with the boys getting a great look up his dress.
Finally the girl in front slid down and he was able to climb to the top. A gust sent his petticoats flying. He tried to gather them under his bottom as he sat down on the slide but his dress was too short. He slid down and his petticoats fluttered up into his face.
Reaching the bottom of the slide he desperately pushed his petticoats down and tried to restore some sense of dignity before he stood up. He looked at the ring of people who had been watching the spectacle. Several mothers had gathered and he could see they were trying not to laugh at his predicament but really failed to hide their amusement. He wondered how hard they would laugh if they realized he was a boy!
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Eventually Mrs Jones announced that they were heading back to her house. Joe once again struggled to keep up with the excited little girls because running would undoubtedly expose his frilly panties again. He noticed that the boys were following. He didn't want to get left behind with them!
When they reached the house he saw there was a bouncy castle set up. They were great fun and at first he was eager to get to it. Then he sighed as he realized again that a short frilly dress and pink panties were not the best thing to be wearing on it.
Mrs Jones urged him to take his shoes off and get into the bouncy castle. He removed his shoes and climbed very carefully onto the bouncy castle trying to hold his petticoats down. He wobbled and stumbled but managed to keep his dress down. Then two girls launched themselves in the air beside him and crashed down causing massive waves in the castle. Joe tumbled head over heels and ended up falling head first into the base with his petticoats tumbling right up over his head. There was little doubt but that anyone watching would see his entire pink frilly panties.
He desperately tried to turn himself the right way up but he was mercilessly bounced around the place by other children joining in. Eventually he scrambled to the side. He ended up sliding down the side of the bouncy castle, bottom first with his petticoats ballooning. He found solid ground and desperately pushed his petticoats down again.
He tried to regain some composure. He looked around and found the party food and used it as an excuse to avoid any further bouncing around. Finally he saw his mother and Aunt approach. At last, relief! Mrs Jones met them. "We're just going to finish the party now with a pi?ata."
There was a donkey shaped pi?ata dangling from a branch of a tree. The birthday girl was already blindfolded and was reaching up swinging a stick at it. She bashed it around as best she could and everyone cheered.
"Let Jo go next as she has to leave", Mrs Jones called out. Jo cringed as everyone looked at him. He walked into the centre of the audience and took the sick. Being much taller than the birthday girl, the pi?ata was easily reached without his having to raise his arms too much and have his dress ride up.
"Hold on", Mrs Jones told him. She untied the rope at the tree trunk and pulled the pi?ata up a few feet. Joe looked on miserably. He was now going to have to reach up as far as he could and undoubtedly his short dress would ride up and everyone would have a good final look at his pink frilly panties.
Mrs Jones blindfolded him and everyone cheered. He had no choice. He reached up and swung. He didn't manage to hit the pi?ata at all. Everyone laughed. He wasn't sure if it was because of his unsuccessful attempts to hit the pi?ata or because of his pink frilly panties. He lowered his hands and pulled his petticoats down. But it was pointless. There was no way to do this except get it over with as quickly as possible.
He reached up and swung desperately. He managed to make contact a couple of times but made little impact on the donkey. Eventually Mrs Jones put him out of his misery and took the stick from him and he was finally able to lower his arms and his dress and pulled his petticoats down.
He didn't want to look at the faces around him but couldn't help it. They were all hysterical with laughter, including his mother and aunt.
He was so relieved to get into the car, gathering his petticoats under his bottom. Mrs Jones rushed over. "Don't forget this!" She handed him his doll. Joe forced a smile of thanks and took the doll resting her self-consciously on his petticoats. His mother drove off and he sighed with relief.
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Joe was trying to shake of the mortification of the day's events as he sat in the back of the car amongst his petticoats. His Aunt looked over her shoulder from the passenger seat and smiled. He realized that he was still clutching the stupid doll and shoved it onto the seat beside him. The sooner he got home and out of the dumb dress and into a pair of trousers again the better.
His mother turned onto the motorway. "Hey we're not going home!" Joe realized. "Where are we going?" "We'll stay in my place for a few days", his Aunt told him. I don't think you'll want your friends to see your pretty ringlets. That perm will last at least a couple of days."
Joe was speechless. They were driving far away from his boy's clothes and he was stuck in this pink frilly dress and white tights. He thought of the pink panties he was wearing and shuddered!
But they were right in one thing. He really really didn't want his friends to see him like this - or even with just the ringlets. He'd rather cut all his hair off. He sat grumpily in the back seat with his arms resting on his petticoats.
His Aunt lived in his grandmother's old house. She showed Joe into his mother's old room when she was a girl. She opened the wardrobe. There was a row of frilly dresses that they had worn when they were girls. "Lots of pretty dresses for you to wear", she told him. He winced.
"Sit down here", his mother instructed him, patting the bed beside her. Joe frowned but went over and sat down. His petticoats ballooned up around him. He cringed and pushed his petticoats down.
His mother took a pink ribbon and fed it through the centre of one of his sausage curls. Then she tied the ribbon in a bow. "What are you doing?" he demanded pulling his head away. "We need to tie up your ringlets or they'll be all crooked in the morning", she explained. "I don't care how they look!" he retorted.
She took another pink ribbon and tugged at a sausage curl. "Ow!" "Stay still! Remember the photo on your phone." That stopped him in his tracks. He sat there with shoulders sagging while she tied up another ringlet. "Here, you do the rest", she told him, handing him a box of pink ribbons.
He sighed heavily and took a pink ribbon. He tied up a sausage curl just as she did. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Sitting in a girl's bedroom, in a pink dress with layers of petticoats, wearing white tights and pink panties, tying his ringlets up in pink ribbons!
It took ages to do his dozens of ringlets. He stood up and walked across the room. He stopped short in front of the mirror seeing his reflection. His head was a sea of pink ribbons tied in bows.
But finally he got to take off the humiliating pink dress. He removed his frilly panties and the tights. His mother came towards him with a lacey white nightie which had matching lace-trimmed panties. He winced yet again at the idea of wearing them. But his Aunt entered the room and he quickly put the nightie and panties on rather than stand naked in front of her.
His mother sent him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He went clutching his toothbrush grumpily. He brushed his teeth for a few minutes leaning over the sink. When he looked up in the mirror he saw his mother and Aunt were standing behind him admiring the view. He stood up straight quickly and pulled his nightie down at the back.
His mother pulled the pink duvet cover back and he got into bed. He frowned at the pillow covers embroidered with pink flowers and trimmed with thick lace. His mother pulled the duvet over him. The bed reeked of girly perfume. His Aunt produced his doll and tucked it under his arm. "Sweet dreams!" they called out as they turned the light out.
Sweet dreams? He guffawed. More like a nightmare! He just had to endure the next couple of days.
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In the morning Joe got out of bed and stretched. His nose wrinkled at the girly perfume that now covered his whole body having slept amidst it during the night. He took a towel to go and shower. It was similarly scented.
In the bathroom it seemed that all of the soaps and shampoos had very strong feminine scents. He washed and scrubbed but came out more fragrant than he went in.
His mother came into his room and opened the curtains. She went to the wardrobe and selected a yellow dress for him. It was lace trimmed but not as bad as the pink one he'd worn yesterday.
She was all business and quickly pulled the yellow dress over him and zipped him in. It was only then that he realized that here was a net petticoat underneath. Still, it wasn't as bad as the pink dress. Soon he was wearing panties and white tights - his mother not brooking any objections.
She sat him down at the dresser and told him he'd have to untie all of his ringlets. He sighed. This would take ages. His mother pottered around while he was doing it and when he was finished produced a curling tongs and plugged it in.
"You'll need to freshen them up with this", she told him. He looked in the mirror. The curls did look a little ragged but he didn't care. Still, he knew by now he had to do what he was told. She demonstrated on one curl and handed him the tongs.
It took even longer to freshen all his sausage curls. As he waited for each curl to set he just sat there looking morosely into the mirror at his yellow dress and his mass of curls. The net petticoat felt scratchy and his legs itched. Every time he moved his legs he was reminded of his white tights.
Eventually he was done and his mother did his ringlets up with two yellow ribbons which she tied in big bows. He spent the rest of the morning trying to stay out of sight and trouble, reading in the lounge. It was all women's magazines though and vintage girls' mags.
Later in the morning his mother got a call from the restaurant. They'd had an idea. They wanted to feature them in an advertisement for their special under-12s menu. The idea was: the menu is such good value people will go to any lengths to get it, and they show Joe as a boy being dressed as a little girl in order to get the cheap menu.
When she told Joe he was horrified. He didn't want to wear a dress for a minute more than he had to. But the money on offer was too good so his mother insisted and threatened him again with the photo on his phone. He was a long way from his boy's clothes and had little choice.
The advertising company provided him with a whole new outfit - a peach dress which was scalloped to show off the lace-trimmed petticoats underneath and had a broad white lacey collar, white lace-patterned tights and frilly ankle socks.
He had a brief few minutes of relief while he was allowed to dress in trousers for the set up shots. Then they filmed his mother forcing him into the frilly dress and tights. His ringlets had to be permed again. He sat there realizing that meant days more staying in his Aunt's in his frilly dresses!
They acted out a scene not unlike his actual experience in the restaurant. There were dozens of extras at the other tables in the restaurant and they totally knew that he was a boy in a frilly dress, tights and ringlets. He could hear the sniggers. They included some teenage girls and he could tell from the sneers on their faces that they wouldn't be seen dead in his dress and fancy tights.
He was so relieved when the director finally shouted 'and that's a wrap'. But he was ushered into a wrap party still in his peach dress with his mother fussing over him. "Don't stain your pretty dress dear, I'm sure we can get lots more wear from it." Everyone around him tittered. Joe could only sit there fuming.
One lady said "you're such a brave boy to wear a frilly dress and tights in public!" Joe didn't know whether to disabuse her. Was it better to have people think that his mum had forced him to wear the sissy dress or for them to think that he didn't mind wearing it? Then they might think he liked it! He couldn't make up his mind which was worse.
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The advertisement was a big hit - much to Joe's embarrassment. It hadn't occurred to him in the heat of the moment that his friends seeing the photo of him in a frilly dress would be less of a problem than the entire country seeing him on their TV!
The advertisement was such a big hit that the restaurant wanted to do a follow up. They met with Joe, his mother and his Aunt. "People found the ad so funny we'd like to do a joke follow up." "What's that?" his mother asked. "An advertisement for 'Under-2s go free'!" Joe looked puzzled.
But the following week he was standing bow-legged in front of a mirror. His legs were forced apart by a big thick old-fashioned cloth nappy, pinned around his waist. Crinkly plastic pants were pulled up over his nappy. He wore a pink dress which flared at breast level over layers of stiff organza petticoats. The dress was so short that the lower half of his nappy area was exposed to show off the matching thickly frilled nappy cover. He had pink wool-knit tights on and pink fleecey booties on his feet. A matching lace-trimmed bonnet was tied tightly under his chin, ensuring that the large pink soother was held firmly in his mouth.
The costume lady finished it off with fingerless mittens on each hand. He watched gloomily as she buckled the mittens at his wrist. He wriggled his fingers inside the mittens which were thickly padded.
When he was pushed into the restaurant and waddled towards their table there was a momentary hush from the extras sitting at the other tables. Then there were sniggers and giggles. A few women went "oh how adorable!" He heard "is that REALLY a boy?" Then Joe was strapped into a pink leather harness and his mother took his reins.
The scenario played out like this - in a speeded up Benny Hill style. The women would appear in the door of the restaurant. Joe would be dragged in wearing his little girl dress again. His mother would notice a new poster on the wall. It still said "Special reduced prices for under 12s". But now below that it said "Under-2s free!"
The two women would look at each other and smiled. Joe would be pulled out the door only to reappear dressed as a baby girl. They acted out the rest of the scene.
Joe tries in vain to push his baby dress down to hide his obvious nappy. The waiter comes over, pretending that there is nothing odd in the scenario. With an exaggerated sweep of his arm he guides them to their table. Then he turns to the camera and winks.
Joe waddles over to the table and goes to sit into the booth. But the waiter shakes his head and wheels out a high-chair. Obviously this is an extra large high-chair for this big baby.
Joe winces as is swept up into the high-chair, quickly strapped in and the tray swings down in front of him, locking in place with a click. Joe wriggles and kicks his pink legs pointlessly as he is firmly held in the high chair.
The ladies order from their menus. The camera shows a clock with the hand quickly moving on ten minutes. Steaming plates of gorgeous food are plonked down in front of the two women and their eyes light up. Joe looks on eagerly from his high chair in anticipation of his dinner.
A large baby bottle of milk and a plastic bowl of green mush are plonked down on the tray in front of Joe much to his horror. He looks again at the delicious food on the other plates. A gorgeous waitress ties a bib around his neck, removes his soother with a pop and jams the teat of the baby bottle in.
Joe wriggles and kicks his legs in the high chair while he is forced to finish the bottle of milk. Then we see the waitress shoving spoonfuls of the green mush into his mouth, much of it sticking to his face. Joe winces as he swallows the horrible baby food and continues to wriggle desperately but is firmly held in the high chair. His mother and Aunt continue enjoying the meal, oblivious to Joe's torment.
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The restaurant owner came over to thank them when filming was over. "Stay as long as you like, and eat as much as you like - on the house!" Joe's mother and Aunt were very pleased with the offer. Joe, still strapped into his high chair, was less so.
Eventually Joe's bladder started to hurt. "Please Mum I need to go to the bathroom!" They were in the middle of their main course and didn't want to be interrupted. The costume lady happened to be passing and heard. "He's in a real nappy by the way so if he has an accident it will be ok." His mother thanked her and they continued eating. "Mum! Please!" Joe begged but she just pushed the soother back into his mouth.
He squirmed like hell but couldn't get out of his high chair. Everyone in the restaurant noticed his desperate struggle but probably just thought he was tired of his confinement to the high chair.
Eventually he had to give in. He sat frozen as the warm pee spread right around his entire cloth nappy. It kept going and going and he was sure there was no way his nappy could hold it all. He was terrified of moving, convinced that any change of pressure on his bottom would send pee squirting out the edges of his nappy.
It was obvious to everyone what had happened, because he stopped trying to get out of the chair and simply slumped there. People started elbowing each other and not so discretely directing attention to the boy in the high chair who had obviously wet his nappy.
The costume lady came over again. She had a hold-all. "There are nappies and plastic pants in there. There's a baby changing room next to the toilets." His mother thanked her and they continued eating while Joe shifted nervously in his soggy nappy. "By the way", the costume lady said, "you can keep the outfit". "Oh thank you!" his mother replied. "He does look so cute in it!" "Hnnnmppfff?" Joe whimpered behind his soother.
The waitress came over when she became aware of the situation. "Let me help you there", she said and started to undo the straps that held Joe into his high chair. She flicked the catch on the tray and lifted it up. "Come with me and we'll get you changed", she said brightly.
Joe was horrified at the idea of this cute young waitress changing his nappy. She could only have been a few years older than him. He whimpered through his soother again in protest. "That's very kind of you dear", his mother replied. "Are you sure?" The waitress giggled. "No problem! I have a little brother so I'm used to changing cute little baby's nappies", she teased.
She led him in his harness to the changing room swinging the hold-all over her shoulder. So absolutely everyone in the restaurant was certain now that Joe had wet his nappy and was going to have it changed. There was widespread tittering. Joe noticed lots of small children sniggering and pointing at the big boy in the pretty baby dress going to have his nappy changed.
When they went into the changing room there was a lady there just finishing changing her toddler boy. She smiled at seeing Joe and looked down at his bulging soggy nappy. "Just as well there's lots of room here", she remarked. Joe could only stand bow-legged and wait his turn. He wasn't keen for this waitress to see him naked - and soaked in pee. He squirmed.
When the lady left with her toddler, Joe had to climb up onto the changing table. He lay back and tried to concentrate on the ceiling and not think about this young lady about to change his nappy. "Hold your dress up", she told him and he obeyed. But he was very conscious how cute she was. As she leant over him to peel his tights off he couldn't help noticing she was quite well endowed. Of course his little member started to react to that thought. "Oh no!" he thought. "Not now!"
He tried to think of other things. He suc-ked desperately on his soother trying to think baby thoughts. But as she carefully peeled off his plastic pants he could feel himself getting harder. Now she was unpinning his nappy. He was getting very frustrated with his member but there was nothing he could do.
She peeled off his soggy nappy. "Oh dear! Who's a naughty baby?" Joe suc-ked desperately on his soother. It was only now she started rummaging in the changing bag which left his lying there totally exposed.
"You'd better stop that", she scolded him as she rummaged for powders and creams and his clean nappy. But there was nothing he could do. She took out a baby wipe and quickly started wiping around his nether regions in as non-sexual a way as she could.
Eventually she ordered him to turn over. He was relieved to be able to hide his embarrassment. She ran baby wipes around his bottom briskly. There was no change in the state of his member though. "You're a very naughty baby", she told him. He sighed heavily. There was nothing he could do about it - even face down. "Stop that right now!" she ordered. Joe didn't know what he could do.
Next thing she smacked his bottom. He whimpered through his soother in shock. "Stop it or I'll continue", she told him. Joe couldn't believe he was lying in a baby changing room, wearing a pink baby dress with matching bonnet, suc-king on a soother with his bare bottom in the air being spanked by a pretty waitress! It wasn't doing anything to lessen his arousal.
She smacked him several times and he whimpered through his soother in protest each time. It wasn't fair! Eventually she could see it was not having the desired effect. There was nothing for it but to finish the process as fast as possible.
She sprinkled baby powder over his bottom and told him to turn over. She averted her eyes from the obvious problem, liberally sprinkled more powder around and quickly took a clean nappy. He cooperated fully by raising his bottom, eager to be covered up again.
Once his nappy was pinned in place she resumed a more leisurely pace. She pulled clean plastic pants up over his nappy. Suddenly she pushed his legs up in the air and started poking at bits of nappy that stuck out through the elasticated legs. When she was satisfied that he was water tight she lowered his legs again. She smiled at his rosy red cheeks. He was mortified.
Then she pulled his pink tights on and his frilly nappy cover and helped him down from the changing table. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pushed his petticoats down. He never thought he'd be so relieved to be in a clean nappy, plastic pants and have his tights and frilly knickers restored but everything was relative.
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The waitress walked him to his high chair holding his baby harness. Joe was super conscious of the crinkling of his plastic pants but wasn't sure if anyone else could hear. He tried to waddle in a way that made least noise. Everyone in the restaurant was tittering but then, he made quite a comical sight anyway in his pink baby dress, bonnet and frilly nappy cover.
Joe desperately wanted to get out and go home. "We've just ordered desserts", his mother told him. Joe sighed. The waitress made him get up into his high chair again, strapped him in and locked the tray in place.
"Will I get a dessert for baby?" she asked his mother. "Oh yes!" His mother consulted the menu. Joe tried to see the options but couldn't lean far enough from his high chair. His mother pointed to something on the menu and said "I think that would be suitable". "Certainly Madam", the waitress replied and left to get it.
Nobody thought of asking Joe his choice or even telling him what choice had been made on his behalf. He could only sit there strapped into his high chair, suc-king on his soother and wait. He examined the straps on his mittens. He stuck a mitten under his armpit and tugged but it wouldn't budge. With his hands in the mittens he was helpless.
He looked down on the straps that held him in the high chair. One only had to squeeze a catch to free the straps but it was impossible for him with the mittens. He would have to sit there, pink legs dangling in the air until someone let him out. And that didn't look like any time soon.
The waitress returned with his dessert. It was an unidentifiable slop in a bowl - probably some kind of mousse. She removed his soother and started spoon-feeding him. It was a faintly tasty vanilla flavour. Better than nothing he supposed and obediently let her feed him the bowl full. She wiped around his mouth with a tissue when she was done.
His mother and aunt ordered coffee. Joe winced - was he ever going to get out of here? "Shall I get another bottle for baby?" "Do please." So Joe had to allow himself be fed another bottle of warm milk while his mother and aunt relaxed over their coffees.
Eventually they decided to go. Joe waited patiently until he was released from his high chair. His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder and took his harness. Joe waddled towards the door. Everyone in the restaurant applauded and laughed as he was led away still in his nappy, pink tights and baby dress complete with bonnet and frilly nappy cover.
Outside his mother was handed Joe's boy's clothes in a plastic bag. At last! An end to his torment. He headed towards the rooms where he had changed earlier but he was pulled back on his harness. "No sweetie, the car is over here." His mother tugged him towards the car park. Joe whimpered through his soother in protest. He wanted out of this! He didn't want to walk across a busy car park in broad daylight wearing a bright pink baby dress and a nappy that was obvious to everyone.
But his mother tugged him firmly and he had to waddle along. People stopped in their tracks to watch the child who was obviously too old to be in a nappy and definitely too old to be in a pink frilly baby dress. Car horns beeped. Little girls pointed at his pink tights and tittered. And Joe thought - they probably can't even tell I'm a boy under all this pink material and these frills! He was terrified his mother might say something that would give that game away so he waddled along obediently.
She opened the car door and he climbed in. She closed the door and went around the other side. She put the changing back on the seat beside him. Joe eyed it nervously.
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Once again the advertisement was a big success and the company wanted to build on it. They had another idea for another ad: a reporter would call to their house as if to do a follow up story and discover that the boy was being kept as a baby girl all the time just so they could get free or cheap meals at restaurants and free travel on buses etc. It would be hilarious!
The TV company sent a crew to create a set in Joe's mother's back room. The costume lady brought another baby dress for Joe. "You couldn't possibly be seen in the same pretty baby dress again", she teased him. This one was lilac and again had matching bonnet, frilly panties, tights and booties. Once again she had the fingerless mittens which she fitted over his hands and buckled at the wrists.
Joe was brought into the set. They had constructed a complete baby girl nursery. There was a play-pen, cot, high-chair and rocking horse - all large enough to accommodate this big baby. The walls had been papered with pink nursery print wallpaper. They had done a very thorough job.
They put Joe in the play-pen and acted out the scene where the reporter discovers Joe is being kept as a baby girl in his frilly baby dress and so forth. They made Joe crawl back and forth to show off his frilly bottom. They took lots of shots of his face, framed with the lace of his bonnet and with him suc-king firmly on his soother and shaking a rattle.
It finished with Joe being dressed in a pink fleecy footed sleeper. His mother buttoned it up the back. He was fed a large baby bottle of milk and put in the cot. Then his mother tied the ribbon on his large soother behind his head, securing the soother in his mouth and raised the side bars in place, locking them.
Joe had to shake the side bars in protest and whimper through his soother as he was left imprisoned in the cot, forced to suc-k on a soother for the night. His mother and Aunt gave him a cheery wave as they turned the nursery rhyme music on. Joe winced at the awful babyish music. They turned the light off and closed the door. The video ended with just a screen in darkness and just the sound of Joe whimpering and then suc-king on his soother. They all agreed it was hilarious.
The crew dismantled their equipment while Joe watched on from the cot. Nobody had let him out and he couldn't get out himself as long as his hands were in the mittens. The costume lady smiled down on him and asked his mother "Is it ok if we leave all this stuff here?" She looked around the room at the nursery furniture. "We've no other use for it. And you never know, maybe we'll end up doing another advert!" She held up Joe's two baby dresses. "You can keep these too", she teased. Joe looked up with a frown, still in his pink sleeper. "Bye", she said leaving the room.
Joe's mother saw her out and then returned to the nursery. She looked down on Joe. "You may as well sleep here tonight seeing as you're all set for bed. We'll have a girl's-only night of TV". His Aunt chuckled in agreement. "Nnnngghhhh!" "Nighty night." It was only 7pm. Joe had just finished a large baby bottle of milk. He would need the bathroom before long.
His mother hung his two baby dresses on the back of the nursery door. "You can decide which one you prefer to wear tomorrow", she teased him. She left the room to the sound of Joe desperately rattling the side-bars of his cot. Talk about life imitating art, he thought.
He groped around the catch for the side bars but there was nothing he could do with his hands in the mittens. He tugged desperately at his mittens but they wouldn't budge. He was definitely trapped in the cot for the night. Unless they were just joking, of course.
He heard his mother and Aunt laughing heartily at their TV programme. He guessed they were drinking and had long forgotten about him. He sighed heavily. He was definitely being left in the cot and in his pink footed sleeper and nappy for the night.
Eventually, having given up all hope of escape or reprieve, he lay down in the cot. His legs were spread apart by his thick cloth nappy. It was difficult to find a comfortable way to lie. Every time he moved an arm or a leg his whole sleeper shifted and stretched around his body. It totally emphasized how trapped and helpless he was. He wriggled his fingers in the padded mittens and there was nothing else he could do with them.
He was already feeling the need to pee after his large baby bottle of milk. He tried to hold out as long as he could. Not in any real hope of a reprieve but just to reduce the length of time he was going to have to spend in a soggy nappy.
Well, he'd already wet his nappy. It wasn't a great feeling. It was mortifying. But his nappy had done its job and held everything in. He consoled himself with that knowledge. Then he started blubbering that this was what he was reduced to - he was trying to see the bright side of being kept in a nappy for the night. Then he wet himself.
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By morning Joe desperately needed to poop. He'd only had to pee in his nappy so far. He tossed and turned in his cot trying not to think about it. He listened carefully for anyone stirring in the house and then remembered that his mother and aunt had been drinking last night and would probably be sleeping it off.
He had no idea what time it was. It was bright outside was all he could tell. He really didn't want to poo in his nappy. He desperately wanted to hear some movement in the house but it was silent.
He tried again to get out of his pink fleecy footed sleeper. He pawed at the buttons at the back but it was absolutely hopeless with the mittens. He lay back and looked down at the large bulge of his nappy beneath the pink fleece and right down to his feet. He wiggled his feet in a futile struggle. He could feel the sleeper stretch and strain all over his body but there was no way out of it.
He wanted to call out but the soother was tied in his mouth. He pawed at the ribbons at the back of his head but again it was pointless with the mittens. He got up on his knees and examined the catch on the bars of his cot again. You just had to pull the latch across but he had no way of getting purchase with the damn mittens. He had to try though and he pawed at the latch but his hands just slid across.
He shook the bars in frustration. "Nnnnggghhhh!" He had to get their attention. He was going to poop in minutes. "NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" he groaned through his soother. He listened. Nothing. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH?.nnnnngggghhhh. ?..hhhhh". His groans petered out into a whimper. They weren't coming.
He got down on his hands and knees. The poo was coming whether he liked it or not. He decided he'd better exercise whatever control he had.
He winced at the full realization of what he was about to do. He was going to poo in his nappy and he would have to wait an indeterminate length of time in the soiled nappy before being changed.
He pushed. Nothing. Pushed again. A stool slid out. He felt the weight of it tug at his nappy. There he'd done it. But there was more. He pushed again and this time a lot gushed out. He winced. That was going to be very messy. There were two more gushings before he reckoned he was done. The smell now hit him. He was going to be in the middle of that smell for goodness knows how long.
Like when he wet his nappy for the first time, he was terrified of moving. He couldn't believe that it would hold in all of that. He moved a little and felt the mess shift in his nappy. He winced again.
But he couldn't stay in this position indefinitely. He grabbed the side bars and steadied himself. The mess moved again but as far as he could tell it was all held in.
He looked back at the pillow. He wanted to lie down but that would cause serious movement in his nappy. Still, he reckoned this was just what you had to put up with if you had to use a nappy.
He turned carefully on his back but holding himself up from the bed. The load in his nappy hung below his bottom. He winced as he lowered himself down. The mess squished around his nappy. "Nnngghhhh, nnnngggghhh, nnnggghhhh" he blubbered.
He lay frozen there for he didn't know how long. He was terrified to move further. He wondered how quickly the mess would harden. Surely it would be more and more difficult to clean him the longer he was left in his soiled nappy. He tried not to think of himself lying back having his mother clean his bottom but it was as inevitable as sunrise.
Finally he heard a bedroom door open. He looked anxiously towards the door of his nursery but she passed by. Then he could hear the second person. They continued pottering about the bathroom and bedrooms.
He didn't want to wait any longer. "NNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!" He listened. Nothing. "NNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!" Eventually, a voice.
"I think I hear Baby crying", his Aunt called out. "I'll go in in a minute", his mother called back. Joe settled back. But it was several minutes before his mother finally appeared.
She walked into the nursery followed by his Aunt. She threw open the curtains and then her nose wiggled. "Oh dear. Does Baby need his nappy changed?" His Aunt went "uugghhh! What a pong!"
They opened the windows and door and then went about tidying up the room. Joe just lay back in frustration. He wanted to cry out "PLEASE CHANGE MY STINKING NAPPY!" But all that came out was "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" "In a moment dear", his mother responded without even taking her attention away from her tidying.
Eventually she came over and looked into the cot. "Right! Let's be having you", she called out as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Joe sighed.
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Joe's mother lowered the bars of his cot and helped him out. He winced as he felt the load in his nappy shift again. His mother hummed brightly as she unbuttoned his pink sleeper. Joe was so relieved to be free of what felt almost like a straight-jacket.
They brought him over to a changing table. Joe looked at it in dismay. They really had been thorough making the set. It was a fully equipped changing table just made bigger for Joe's size.
He winced again as he sat on the table and the load squished around his nappy. He lay back and his mother got to work with his Aunt's help. They peeled off his plastic pants. "Oh dear!" The smell got stronger. His mother unpinned his nappy and carefully removed it taking as much of his mess as possible with it. He heard it plop in a bucket.
His Aunt held his legs up in the air as his mother wiped his bottom. He looked up at their faces. He had assumed that they would hate having to clean his bottom in this way but they didn't seem to mind at all.
"Turn over", his mum called out. He did as he was told. He was now facing a mirror. He could see his own face with the soother still tied in his mouth. Behind, his mother opened a pack of baby wipes and started to clean all around his bottom. She was humming happily again. He didn't really want to watch his own nappy change but couldn't take his eyes from the mirror.
She powdered his bottom liberally and gave him a playful spank when she was done. Then she took a clean nappy from a large pile. "Over again!" Joe saw the nappy in her hands. "Nnnnggggghhhh!"
He turned over but he didn't want to be put in another nappy. When was this going to end? He couldn't ask because of the damn soother. "Nnnnggggghhhhh", he whimpered pleadingly.
His mother smiled. "Come along now. It's so nice having a baby to look after again." She made him lift his bottom and slid his clean new nappy under and pinned him into it. He looked across the room. His Aunt was coming towards him with his lilac baby dress. "Nnnngggghhhhh!"
They completely ignored his protests and threw his baby dress over his head, pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves and buttoned it up the back. His Aunt flapped out his lilac tights and started to pull them over his feet. He was about to resist when his mother placed the lacey bonnet on his head and tied the ribbon under his chin. That distracted him long enough for his Aunt to get his tights half way up his legs and they pulled him down from the changing table so she could pull his tights up over his nappy.
His mother quickly followed with his matching frilly nappy cover and his Aunt tied his booties on. "There!" she finished happily, totally ignoring his scowls.
Before he recovered from his dressing his Aunt had raised the tray of his high chair and they quickly bustled him over to it and lifted him in. His mother did up his restraining straps while his Aunt locked the tray in front of him.
They breezed off to the kitchen as Joe wriggled and struggled to see if he could get out of the high chair. The straps held him firmly. He looked down at the little catch that could free him from his restraints but pawing at it with his mitten was as futile as ever.
He looked up. He was facing the mirror again. He looked at his totally babified self. He was horrified at the frilly lilac dress and matching tights on his dangling legs. Not only could he see his mass of frills perfectly in the mirror, his view was ringed with the lace of his bonnet as he looked out from within.
He sat staring at his reflection in the mirror even though it was horrendous because there was basically nothing else to do as he sat strapped in his high-chair. Finally, some distraction as the door opened.
But he sighed as his mother came towards him with a baby bottle of milk and his Aunt carried a bowl of milky mush. At least they had to finally remove his soother. His mother untied the ribbon at the back and his Aunt wriggled the large teat out of his mouth.
He was so relieved. He waggled his jaw and it felt so good. But the teat of the bottle was immediately shoved in his mouth and it was clear it was staying there until he took it. He suc-ked on the teat. "Good baby", his mother said happily as she tipped the bottle up.
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It took Joe ages to finish his baby bottle and then his Aunt tied a bib around his neck and started to spoon feed him his milky rusks. She quickly followed one spoonful after another so even though he was free of a soother or teat, Joe hadn't a moment to speak. He wanted to plead to be let out of the nappy and baby dress but there was no opportunity.
He watched as his Aunt scrapped every last piece of mush from his bowl and shoved it into his mouth. He was ready to take the opportunity to speak but as soon as he swallowed, the soother was pushed into his mouth again. "Nnnggghhhh!"
His mother easily snapped the catch on his straps and swung the tray up to let him out. At last, he thought. But she led him to the play pen and his Aunt opened the side bars. He was quickly pushed in and the bars locked shut.
"Lots of toys for you to play with all day!" his mother told him. Joe tried to look down to see what toys were there but couldn't see much beyond the expanse of his petticoats. He had to push them down out of the way to see and they tipped up at the back. He looked over his shoulder at the mirror and his full frilly nappy cover was on show. He let his petticoats go again. They still only covered the top half of his nappy so everyone could enjoy his pretty frills.
He flopped down and his thick nappy cushioned his bottom while his petticoats ballooned around him. He patted them down and looked around his pen. There were rattles and letter blocks and a couple of large floppy dolls. He sighed.
He looked up to see his mother watching expectantly to see which toy he would choose. He sighed again. He pushed his mittened hand into the large ring on the rattle and picked it up. He looked up and shook his rattle. "Good baby", she smiled and went off to the kitchen.
The letter blocks had tinkling bells inside them and the dolls squeaked when moved. They provided little amusement for him. He sat there disconsolately. He looked out at the garden wishing he could go out and kick a football. Not wearing his nappy, baby dress and tights of course. He didn't want to go out dressed like this. Anyway, he couldn't even get out of his play pen until somebody let him.
"I don't hear any playing", his mother called in a sing-song voice from the kitchen. He winced. He picked up a letter block and it tinkled. So they could make sure that he played with his rattles, blocks and dolls continuously.
Later the costume lady returned to the house. "Sorry but I think I left my best scissors here yesterday". She was shown into the nursery. Joe sat in the play-pen in his lilac baby dress and tights and looked up through the frills of his bonnet as he shook a rattle disconsolately for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"Oh hello, sweetie!", the lady said. "You just love your baby dresses don't you?", she teased. "Can't get enough of them." Then she saw his two little-girl dresses hanging alongside his other baby dress. "My goodness you've four pretty dresses to choose from." His mother sighed a little. "Unfortunately there's no bonnet or nappy covers to go with these two", she said, fingering the lace on the peach dress.
"Oh I can whip those up for you if you like", the costume lady offered. Joe whimpered from his play-pen. "Really?" his mother asked. "Sure! I presume you'd like lace-trimmed bonnets and nice frilly nappy covers for both?" "Oh yes please!"
"Nnnngggghhhh!" Joe protested from his play pen. Why did he need FOUR baby dresses complete with bonnets and frilly nappy covers?!
"The little girl dresses may be a bit long though", his Aunt intervened, "they'd completely cover the nappy covers. "No problem", the costume lady assured them. "I can take them away and have them shortened so that they flare from just below breast level like his other baby dresses. Then everyone will be able to see the matching frilly nappy covers." "Oh you're too kind." "Not at all, my pleasure!" she beamed down at Joe. She sniggered seeing him actually suc-king on his soother to relieve his upset at the turn of events.
"It might take a little while as I'm busy with another ad coming up." "Oh there's no hurry", his mother said. "He's not going anywhere." Joe looked up helplessly from his play-pen. "I should have them in a couple of weeks." "Perfect!"
Joe whimpered and sniffled. His mother smiled at him. "Poor baby doesn't want to wait two weeks for your pretty new dresses, do you?" Joe frowned at her deliberate misunderstanding. They all chuckled.
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The next day was Saturday. As his mother was changing his soiled nappy his Aunt took his two baby dresses down.
"Do you want to wear your pink and lilac dress to the restaurant sweetie?" "Nngghh?" The restaurant. They were proposing to bring him to the restaurant in his nappy and baby dress! Everyone would know he was being kept as a sissy baby! "Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh!"
His Aunt ignored the protest. "Well if you're not going to choose I'll pick the pink dress for you." Soon he was dressed in his pink baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover and his pink tights and booties.
He was put in his play pen for the morning and dutifully shook his rattles as he contemplated being brought out in public dressed as a sissy baby. He would never be able to face his friends ever again. What had happened already was bad enough but at least it could be explained away as acting.
Eventually his mother came into the nursery holding his leather harness. Joe blubbered and sniffled as she put the harness on him and brought him to the front door. The ladies ignored all his protests and simply put their coats on and checked their make up as if this was totally normal.
His Aunt took up his changing bag and swung it over her shoulder. His baby bottle was tucked into a side pocket. The door was open. Joe suc-ked hard on his soother before he was tugged out by his harness. He looked up and down the road desperately hoping there was nobody to see. A woman five doors up stopped at her door and stared.
His mother was fiddling with her car keys while he stood, his petticoats being tossed by the breeze. He was desperate to get into the car and out of sight. It was a little chilly and his arms were cold. He actually felt momentarily grateful that he was wearing warm wool-knit tights before remembering that they were pink and everyone could see them ? and his frilly pink nappy cover.
Eventually he was able to scramble into the car. Anyone would think he was anxious to get to the restaurant. His Aunt belted him in and they took off. Joe squirmed in his baby dress contemplating what was coming. He realized that he was actually suc-king hard on his soother for comfort. He needed to stop that!
They pulled into the car park. Joe's inevitable ultimate humiliation was coming and there was nothing he could do about it except visualize it. His Aunt popped his seat belt and pulled him out of the car by his harness.
They walked him across the car park. Joe kept his eyes front as he waddled not wanting to know how many people were watching the spectacle. The car park was full. He could hear the noisy chatter from the full restaurant.
He couldn't help noticing people at the window tables staring out as he approached. His petticoats billowed and he struggled to keep them down. People were nudging each other and pointing.
They went in the restaurant door and the chatter died to a complete silence. The restaurant was clearly expecting them and had reserved their usual table and had his large high chair in place.
The silence was soon replaced by sniggering and tittering as Joe waddled to his high chair as quickly as he could. But his mother tugged on his reins and slowed him down. He just kept eyes down in front. His life was over.
He was strapped into his high chair and once again his mother and Aunt had a beautiful roast while he was fed a bottle and green mush by the cute waitress. They didn't rush their meal and had every course available. Joe inevitably wet his nappy and the cute waitress led him down the centre of the restaurant carrying his changing bag towards the baby changing room. All he could hear was tittering as he waddled by. He looked up briefly and saw most eyes looking below his dress at his bulging soggy nappy under his tights and frilly nappy cover.
Later his mother got chatting to the waitress as she cleared the dishes. She said that she needed to find a new flat soon and had been looking for weeks. "Why don't you come and stay with us?" his mother asked. "Hhhhnnnnggggg?" Joe uttered through his soother. They didn't have a spare room.
"You can take Joe's room", his mother told her, "while he's in the nursery". The waitress beamed. "Baby has his own nursery?!" Joe looked from one to the other in surprise.
"I'll take you up on that offer", the waitress replied. "And I can help with looking after Baby ? feeding and changing him when you're out for the night." "Perfect!" his mother responded. Joe just sat there suc-king hard on his soother ?not even realizing it this time. This was not a positive turn of events. How long was the waitress going to occupy his bedroom and ensure that he had to be in the nursery? Again everyone ignored his pouting and he just had to sit there in his high chair while arrangements were made.
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So the waitress, Kate, moved into Joe's room. Joe sat in his play pen playing with his dolls while her stuff was being moved in. It sounded like there was a lot of it. He could hear a discussion followed by them taking all Joe's clothes and putting them in black plastic bags which he could see them put out of the way in the garden shed. He wasn't asked about this. Like everything else it just happened while he played in his pen.
Kate was true to her word and keen to help feed and change him much to his mortification. He kept getting erections when she changed him. He couldn't help it, she was too cute. Afterwards during his long evenings in his cot he could visualize her and get erect again. However, his thick nappy and hands in padded mittens ensured that he could never bring it to any fruition. He just writhed there in his pink sleeper hovering on the edge of an orgasm that was never going to come.
Kate suggested that his mother and Aunt take a weekend away while she looked after Joe. They were delighted at the offer. Joe had mixed feelings. He loved Kate but he would be mortified by erections all weekend.
Thanking her for taking on the job of feeding and changing him for a whole weekend she replied that she had actually been a nanny before for a year. "Still have the uniform somewhere I think", she chuckled.
When his mother was giving him his last change before heading off for the weekend, she did something different. "Hhhhnnnn?" Joe looked down at what she was doing. She placed a hard plastic ring behind his testicles and pinned it in place with a thin post. Then she took a pen-is shaped plastic mould and worked it up over his member. What on earth was she doing? She took a padlock and locked the two parts together. She wiggled it about and Joe looked down in puzzlement.
"You must be looking forward to being looked after by pretty Kate all weekend", she said to him. Joe thought about it. He couldn't reply because of his ever present soother. Oh no! Thinking about it was arousing him. Not in front of his mother. She watched as his member grew.
"Nnnngggghhhh!" Joe looked down again in surprise. His pen-is had enlarged a little but was now pressing against the plastic cover. "That will keep things under control", his mother said. "Do you like her waitress uniform", his mother asked. Normally Joe would go very erect at the thought but he just got a dull feeling as his pen-is was trapped. His mother smiled in satisfaction and continued to put his clean nappy on over his new chastity device.
His mother and Aunt waved goodbye at him in his play pen. "Have fun!" Joe dutifully shook his rattle as they left. "We will!" he heard shouted from Kate's room and they were gone.
A few minutes later, Joe was rearranging his tinkling letter blocks when Kate came in. "Look what I found!" She was wearing a blue dress with a crisp white apron and had a white cap pinned to her hair. Joe's member immediately started to harden and then just dulled as it met its barrier.
She did a twirl. The dress was well above her knee and she wore black tights and fairly high heeled shoes. Joe couldn't take his eyes off her nanny's uniform. He squirmed as his arousal was smothered though.
Kate spotted a thread on her knee and bent over to pick it off. Her dress rode up and Joe saw the tops of her stockings and the suspender strap attached. His pen-is fought desperately against its barrier. Even the sound of her heels on the floorboards had him going.
At least when it came to changing his nappy he no longer had to worry. She giggled when she removed his soggy nappy and first saw his chastity device. "No more fun and games for baby, eh?" Joe frowned.
She jiggled it about. It made him as erect as was possible and he squirmed yet again at the arousal and then it being cut off. She pinned his nappy and patted the front of it playfully before putting him in his plastic pants.
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Later on Kate brought his baby bottle to him in his high chair. As she went to put the teat in his mouth she accidentally squeezed the bottle and some milk squirted out. It missed her apron and stained her blue dress. "No!" she shouted. "I'll never get that out unless I run it under a tap immediately."
She scampered out of the room in her heels and Joe was unsure whether to continue feeding himself the bottle or wait to be fed. In the end he waited patiently, listening to the sound of the tap running.
A few minutes later she shouted in "I'll be back to continue feeding you now, don't worry." Joe heard the heels coming and she walked in wearing only her bra, panties and stockings and suspenders. Joe immediately squirmed as his arousal was cut off.
Seeing his discomfort she looked down at her lingerie and shrugged. "I suppose you can't be naughty now anyway." She came over and took his bottle and pushed the teat into his mouth. Her bra was quite low cut and it was torture for him to suc-k on the teat while the real thing was so close. She finished feeding him his mush before going off to put on a clean dress.
That evening in his cot it was all too fresh in his mind. He squirmed for hours as the recollection of her in the nanny's uniform, bending over showing a stocking top, appearing in her bra and panties and feeding him from the bottle as her ample bosom heaved beside him. But he could feel nothing. He kicked his feet in his sleeper in frustration.
His mother and Aunt returned from their weekend very pleased with themselves. They resumed their baby care duties. His mother was changing Joe before bed. As he lay naked there she examined his chastity device. "I hear this did its job." Joe just suc-ked on his soother and looked forward to her removing the uncomfortable device. He'd be able to recollect everything with Kate later in his cot and get some nice erections.
But she reached for a clean nappy and started pinning him into it. "Nnnnggggghhhh!" he protested. "I think we'll leave that on you permanently. Babies shouldn't be getting erections", she told him. Joe blubbered as he was buttoned into his pink sleeper. He could remember Kate in her lingerie perfectly but could get no arousal with that damn device.
He was put into his cot and started tossing and turning trying to forget about Kate's stockings and high heels without much success.
A few days after his mother and Aunt returned, the garbage men came to the back gate as usual to take away the household waste. Joe could see out the window from his play pen. A man picked up the black plastic rubbish bag his mother had left out for them. He knocked against the door of the shed accidentally as he turned to go. The shed door swung open behind him. The black plastic bag with Joe's clothes in it fell out onto the footpath. "Nnnngggghhh!" Joe was concerned.
The man went out the gate and another man came in. He saw the black plastic bag on the path and went to take it. "NNNNGGGGGHHHH!" Joe's baby groan couldn't be heard outside. Where was his mother? He grabbed the bars of his pen. "NNNGGGGHHHH!"
He watched in horror as the man took the bag and turned towards the gate. His mother came into the nursery. "What's wrong sweetie?" Joe pointed desperately towards the bin men. She looked out and saw the shed door open and the black plastic bag being taken away. "Oh dear!"
The garbage lorry could be seen over the garden fence. The plastic bag was lobbed into the back of it and the crusher came down and swallowed it irrevocably. "Nnnngggghhhh!" His mother just smiled at him. "Lucky you still have your four baby dresses!" "Nnggghhh!"
Joe now had no boy's clothes to ever change into. He had an ample supply of baby dresses as she'd helpfully pointed out. When was he ever going to get out of nappies? Then he realised that he was wetting his nappy. He looked down in shock. His mother noticed. "Oh sweetie, have you wet your nappy accidentally?" She sounded quite pleased. He just looked up and sniffled. It was enough to confirm it. "Well you clearly need to wear nappies now dear anyway." She walked off quite unconcerned leaving Joe to consider an indefinite future in nappies and baby dresses.
He also realized that it had never occurred to him to speak during that emergency situation. He just suc-ked on his soother and groaned and whimpered like a baby. He started blubbering at the realization of how he was now becoming just like a baby, wetting his nappy involuntarily and not speaking. He was so upset he suc-ked on his soother for comfort. Realising that just made him feel even more babyish. But he desperately wanted to suc-k on his soother so he did anyway.
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That evening it was agreed that Kate could now move in permanently since Joe was going to be staying in his nursery for the foreseeable future. Workmen were brought in. The word "Nursery" was carved into the door permanently and painted with bright pastel colours. He could hear other work going on outside but wasn't sure what was happening. Nobody told the baby anything.
The next day a large stroller was wheeled into the nursery. "Now! We can bring you down to the park regularly!" his mother told him delightedly. Joe winced. He didn't want to be brought out in public. But nobody asked his opinion. Yet again, the surprise caused him to wet his nappy.
When his mother had cleaned him up she took a different type of nappy from a wrapper. It was much thicker than his usual nappy. "We'll just put you in this for the trip to the park", she told him and she pushed his legs wide apart to accommodate the thicker nappy. "We'd like to bring a picnic and stay all day. You've just had a bottle so you'll wet yourself again soon. I don't want to have to change you in the park so I'm putting you in this thicker more absorbent nappy. You'll be able to wet yourself several times in this." She said this as if it was the greatest thing ever. Joe certainly wasn't looking forward to wetting the same nappy several times.
The nappy forced his legs wider apart. It soon disappeared beneath larger plastic pants, his tights and his nappy cover just about fitted over. When he got down from the changing table he could only barely waddle across the room. Kate walked in and beamed as she saw his even more babyish walk. Just then Joe reckoned it was probably easier to crawl and so went down on his knees and did just that. That only made them more delighted as his very thickly nappied bottom wiggled behind him.
They helped him into his new stroller. He was firmly strapped in. The last strap came up between his legs and pulled his petticoats up against his chest exposing the front of his frilly nappy cover. He was left facing himself in the mirror for a few minutes seeing how the world was about to see him. He pawed at his petticoats hoping to push them down and cover the front of his nappy cover to redeem some dignity. But how much dignity did this twelve year old boy have, being wheeled out in public in a stroller wearing a pink frilly baby dress with layers of petticoats, matching bonnet and nappy cover, pink tights and booties, suc-king on a big soother?
His nappy changing bag was slipped under the back of his stroller even though they weren't planning to change him in the park. It would tell everyone that he was actually using his nappy. The baby bottle in the side pocket would confirm that he was being bottle fed too.
He was pushed towards the front door. There was nothing he could do to stop his latest humiliation, being firmly strapped into the stroller. The door was opened and he was pushed out. Now he could see what building work had been done.
A concrete ramp had been built to the side of the steps so they could wheel him in and out easily in his stroller. Another had been built by the steps at their gate. Joe realized that permanent alterations had been made to the house to accommodate the big baby. He realized that he wasn't getting out of nappies and baby dresses any time soon.
As he was wheeled down towards the busy main road he realized that he was filling his nappy already. Then his tummy rumbled. Oh no! He wanted to ask to go back to the house but he wasn't allowed speak and nobody would listen to him anyway.
On the main road people stopped and stared at the extraordinary sight. Joe tried to ignore the looks and concentrate on his soother. Then he remembered that the route to the park would take him by his old school.
He tried to figure out what time of day it was. There was no clock in his nursery and he could only judge time by his feedings. He figured that the children would be in class at this time.
As they approached the school gates he could see that there were no children in the playground. He breathed a little easier. He could hear times tables being chanted in one of the classrooms.
Then a bell rang. He froze. It was the end of a class. He desperately hoped that it wasn’t break time. Then there was the sound of children pouring out into the playground. He wet his nappy again.
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Joe cringed as his mother stopped to talk to the children. She turned his stroller towards the school wall so they could get a really good look. Joe tried to push his petticoats down but the straps prevented him.
"Look at the big baby!" "He’s wearing a big thick nappy, ha, ha, ha!" "And look at those pink tights!" "And his frilly nappy cover! Oh my God!" "The bonnet is just hilarious!" Joe sniffled and suc-ked on his soother. "And he’s suc-king on his soother! What a big baby!" They roared laughing. He was well strapped into his stroller and there was absolutely nothing he could do except sit there and listen to the jibes.
Then the head mistress, Mrs Lee, came over. "Oh isn't it lovely to see little Joe again?" she teased. "You should bring him to the school for a proper visit" she suggested to his mother. "I'm sure the girls in the Domestic Skills class would love to look after him for a day." "That's a great idea", his mother responded. Joe winced as he felt more wee leaking into his nappy. A whole day at school in his baby dress having his nappy changed by school girls!
With that prospect running around in his head his mother finally turned his stroller from the park and the voices behind trailed off. "Oh my God, did you see that!" "Can’t believe he’s being kept in nappies and baby dresses all the time!" "And did you see the changing bag and bottle?" "Yes, he’s obviously using his nappies and being bottle fed, ha, ha, ha!" "A total baby!"
The park almost seemed like a relief after that. His mother steered him towards the playground. Joe suc-ked on his soother and looked at the swings and climbing frames that he used to spend a lot of time on. Not so much in recent years, but he would give anything to be able to go on them again - not in his nappy and baby dress though.
In the corner of the playground was a railed off area for toddlers. He realised that his mother was bringing him there. He winced when he saw several mothers and their little charges. Everyone stopped what they were doing when Joe was wheeled into sight. Mothers’ jaws dropped on seeing the teenage baby in the big pink frilly dress with layers of petticoats. The obvious big thick cloth nappy underneath. Even the hyperactive toddlers stopped what they were doing and looked on in puzzlement.
His mother opened the gate into the toddlers’ area and pushed his stroller in, closing the gate behind them. She undid the straps holding him in the stroller and pulled him up to his feet. Joe finally was able to push his petticoats down but they didn’t cover his frilly nappy cover anyway.
Toddlers looked at their mothers wondering what this was all about. They’d never seen such an old child in a nappy and baby clothes before. Their mothers couldn’t help themselves and started to snigger. The toddlers followed their lead and giggled and pointed at the big baby. Joe wanted to get away from them. He looked back at the gate in the railings and realised that there was no way he could open it with the mittens so he was stuck here.
Then it finally struck one mother. "Oh is this the boy from the advertisement?" "That’s a boy?!" another one responded, looking at the frilly pink dress, pink tights and frilly nappy cover in a new light. "Oh my God!" She couldn’t help roaring laughing. Joe just sighed heavily.
So he had to endure another round of humiliation. They too noticed the changing bag and baby bottle and commented to each other how it was obvious that he was a complete baby. Joe could only stand there waiting for it all to be over.
He looked around at the playground furniture. There was a see-saw. It wouldn’t be very well balanced with him on one end and a toddler on the other! "Why don’t you play on the rocking horse?" his mother suggested. He waddled over and threw a leg over it. The horse was on springs and it rocked around while Joe clung on as best he could with his padded mittens.
His mother got talking to the other mothers. "My Jimmy has progressed to pull ups", one of them told her and Jimmy looked very proud of himself. "Who’s a big boy then", Joe’s mother complimented him.
Jimmy looked over at Joe. "But he is wearing a nappy!" "That’s right", she confirmed, "Baby Joe has no control and needs to wear nappies all the time." Joe sniffled and suc-ked on his soother. Jimmy gave him a pitying look.
"That must be an old-style cloth nappy", Jimmy’s mother observed. "That’s right. An extra thick nappy for his trip to the park. He had a bottle before leaving so I’m sure he’s probably wet himself by now. Is that right sweetie?" Joe just looked down in embarrassment unable to count the number of times he’d wet himself since leaving the house.
The ladies chatted away while Joe rocked on his horse. A little girl approached him. "I think your dress is very pretty." Joe grimaced. He wished she would go away. Then her nose twitched. "Mummy, the big baby has done poo-poos!"
Joe just sniffled an admission. "Oh dear!" his mother sighed. "I was hoping not to have to change him here." "There’s a baby changing room in the public toilets over there", the other mother pointed out.
The toddlers held their noses while Joe very gingerly dismounted from the rocking horse. His mother led him quickly towards the baby changing room and he had to waddle along with the poo sloshing around in his enormous nappy.
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As Joe and his mother emerged from the baby changing room a lady passed by. She was clearly shocked to see such a large child in such a babyish outfit and then noticed the obvious thick nappy. His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder and the lady further raised her eyebrows at the clear evidence that the child was actually using a nappy. Joe just sighed yet again.
They returned to the playground and Joe was strapped into his stroller. His mother made him wave to the toddlers as they left. He hoped she would head for home but wasn't surprised when she started on the long circular path around the park perimeter.
Each time somebody approached from the other direction he desperately hoped his mother would take a side path but inevitable she pushed him right past another onlooker and he had to squirm under their astonished gaze. Occasionally they met another stroller. The babies would look up to their mother and point at Joe and laugh. "Yes that's a very big baby!"
Frequently they wanted to engage his mother in conversation. "My goodness what a pretty baby!" Then looking down below Joe's baby dress "Is she really using nappies?" "Yes HE is." "HE?! My goodness. You'd never have thought!" She'd look down at his pink tights and frilly nappy cover and giggle.
They passed the football fields. A boy's team from the school was out practicing. Joe watched them running freely around the pitch and wondered when would he be able to play football again. Not as long as he needed to use a nappy that was for sure. Not as long as his mother kept him in pretty dresses and tights either.
"Would you like to watch the boys playing football for a while?" his mother asked. "Nnnnnggggghhhh!" Joe declined. He didn't want to get any closer and certainly didn't want to be left there in his stroller in full view of them.
But his mother pushed him towards the pitch anyway. "Nnnngggghhhh!" "Hey there's that sissy baby!" Joe cringed. Not again! The boys ran over and laughed at Joe's baby dress and tights and bonnet and his thick nappy. He just desperately wanted to get away but his mother seemed content to keep him there in the middle of the crowd of boys until they finally got tired of teasing him and returned to their game.
After a few more depressing minutes watching the boys run around after the ball, his mother finally pushed him on towards the pond. There were more mothers and babies there feeding the ducks. Joe braced himself as they all turned and took in the teenage boy in the pink frilly baby dress and nappy.
His mother pushed his stroller right into the middle of the line of strollers facing the pond and locked the wheels in place. She strolled off to chat to some of the mothers. The mother beside the stroller next to his tried to include him along with her baby in feeding the ducks. "See the quack-quacks?" she asked in Joe's direction. He cringed and just suc-ked on his soother. She threw some bread at them. "Does baby like quack-quacks?" He was clearly going to have to answer. He nodded. "Good! Baby loves quack-quacks!" The real baby laughed and pointed at Joe's nappy.
Joe struggled against his straps to try to look behind and see where his mother was. She was chatting away happily, secure in the knowledge that Joe was safe in amongst the mothers and babies. How long was he going to have to endure this among the other babies. He cringed. "Other babies!" He realised even he now thinking of himself as a baby now and them as the 'other' babies! He had to stop thinking that way.
Eventually they ran out of bread for the ducks. Joe was relieved that his mother returned but she pushed him off in line with the other mothers and babies in their strollers.
"Yes he has lost control and needs to wear nappies all the time now", she informed them. Joe winced and looked either side to see that all the mothers were listening intently, largely ignoring their own babies as they pushed them along.
Finally they reached the side gate and the other mothers went to leave the park. "Do you come down here every day?" his mother asked the others. "Yes, when the weather is nice", they all nodded. "Great! I'm sure we'll see you again", his mother responded cheerfully. "Yes we'd love to see Baby Joe here every day", they all giggled. Joe wet his nappy again.
His mother made him wave at the mothers and babies as they left, all sniggering at the teenage boy in the pink baby dress and nappy. "His pink tights are so cute!" "Did you notice he actually nurses that soother?!"
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As agreed, the following Wednesday his mother pushed him down to school in his stroller. His Aunt carried his play-pen and this was set up in the corner of the room dedicated to Domestic Skills. Each class of girls would take turns looking after him throughout the day.
He played with his rattles and tinkling blocks while they practiced their cooking or sewing. It wasn't long before he wet his nappy but he wasn't going to draw anyone's attention to it. Eventually Marie Jones suggested sticking her finger under his plastic pants to investigate and found that he needed changing.
Joe suc-ked hard on his soother as he was led to the changing table and the class of a dozen girls gathered around eagerly. He stared at the ceiling as his tights and nappy cover were removed before his soggy nappy was peeled off and he was exposed to the entire class. Only the chastity device saved his complete exposure. The girls were fascinated by it and poked it and turned it this way and that, tittering and giggling while his member pressed desperately against its barrier.
He desperately wanted his clean nappy on and his frilly nappy cover and tights pulled up back in place. Then he waddled back to his play-pen.
The day was such a success that Mrs Lee agreed with his mother that he should spend every Wednesday in the school while she took the opportunity to have a day off shopping. Joe dreaded the next Wednesday.
When his mother reached the school Mrs Lee revealed that the girls had made him a new baby dress. "It's great", she enthused. "We've had terrible trouble getting the girls interested in sewing and dress making but they really took to this project with great enthusiasm".
Joe looked at his new baby dress which was held up by two pupils. "Baby Joe" was embroidered across the chest of his dress. The bonnet was the largest he had worn yet. His arms rested on a mountain of petticoats when he had it on. The girls had made bloomers that went down to his ankles and were covered in layers of two-inch lace all the way down. In the centre of his bottom they had sewn in a big pink heart and his dress was short enough to ensure that everyone could see it.
Once he was buttoned into his new baby dress, his bonnet was securely tied under his chin and his bloomers were pulled up over his nappy, two girls took him by the arms and led him out of the changing room.
All the other pupils were in the hall for morning assembly. He realized that he was being brought towards the stage. "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!" But the girls had a firm grip on him. His fleecy booties just slid along the polished floor when he tried to dig his heels in.
They walked him out onto the stage in front of the whole school. "Haven't the Year 8 girls done a wonderful job with Joe's new baby dress?" Mrs Lee announced into the microphone. Joe wanted to push his petticoats down because those at the front were looking up his dress on the stage but the girls had a firm grasp of his arms. "And the Year 9 woodwork class have made him a new play pen!" Joe realized he was being walked towards a pink wooden play-pen at the edge of the stage. "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"
One girl opened the side bars and smiled as Joe was pushed into the play-pen. She closed the bars behind him and dropped the latch. Mrs Lee started the singing of the school song.
Joe flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom and had no choice but to sit in his play-pen in front of everyone on the stage while assembly continued. He tried to ignore the grinning faces looking up at him from the front rows. It was going to be a long day.
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Later on, the Year 7 girls were gathered around him for his first nappy change. Lizzie Walker was chosen to wipe him clean with baby wipes. Then he was instructed to turn over.
He lay on his front with his bottom in the air and looked up at the smiling faces of the girls facing him. He suc-ked hard on his soother and they tittered. "Now I'm going to demonstrate how to take baby's temperature." Joe remembered how uncomfortable it was to have a thermometer jammed under your tongue.
His head jerked up and he almost chewed off his soother as the rectal thermometer was pushed into his anus. The girls all laughed. "Now you'll each get a chance to practice this when it's your turn to change Baby Joe's nappy." Joe whimpered through his soother as he counted in his mind how many girls were in this class. Must be at least twenty. And there were at least six different year groups to think of. He was about to cry when the thermometer was withdrawn from his rectum with a suc-king sound that made all the girls go "Ew!"
The following week the Domestic Skills girls and the woodwork class had combined to produce a bassinet for Joe. The wooden structure was finely balanced on curved supports that would allow it to rock when unlocked. It was lined with thick pink fleecy material which was dripping with lace. The curved top was also trimmed with thick lace.
The girls helped Joe step into the bassinet and made him lie back on the poufy pillows that propped him up in a reclined position. The pillows were richly embroidered with flowers.
As Joe lay back he observed that the sides of the bassinet were low and he would have no difficulty getting out if he wished to. But then two fleecy straps were drawn across his pink ankles just above his booties and buckled in place. Lizzie Walker smiled at him as she drew a strap across his chest and buckled it at the side. "Just so Baby is nice and safe in his new bassinet." The girls placed a pink lace trimmed duvet over Joe and tucked it firmly down at the sides with his arms resting on top.
There was no way Joe could undo the buckles with his hands in the padded mittens. His restraining straps were well hidden by the duvet so nobody would know that he was confined to the bassinet but would think that he was willingly reclining there.
Then to his surprise they wheeled the bassinet out of the room. He wriggled as much as he could but it only confirmed that the straps held him firmly in the bassinet. He was wheeled down the corridor and looked up suc-king on his soother at a succession of giggling faces as he was pushed along.
The girls pushed him out the door to the playground and positioned his bassinet just to the side of the door. Lizzie tucked a large pink doll under his arm. They stood back and admired Baby Joe who looked up angelically from within his lacey bonnet, framed beautifully by the curve of the top of the bassinet. The pink frills on the frame of his bassinet rippled gently in the breeze as he clutched his dolly and suc-ked on his soother.
Then each of the girls whipped out their camera phones and snapped. "Nnnggggghhhh!" Joe wriggled in his bassinet again but it was pointless. Propped up on his pillows he could only recline there watching the children run around the playground.
When the bell rang for the end of lunch, the various year groups lined up to re-enter the building in an orderly fashion. Joe realised that if he was left in this position, they would all file past and have a good look at him.
"Nnnngggghhhh!" He tried to lean forward and look around if any of the girls were there to bring him inside before he had to endure his exposition. But they were all lining up. He flopped back on his poufy pillows and lay there looking up while every face in the school passed by grinning at him in the middle of the pile of pink lace and frills.
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The hockey team decided that Joe would make a great mascot. They had the Domestic Skills class make Joe yet another baby dress. This one was made in the sky blue and white team colours. Somewhere they had managed to find blue and white striped tights and they gave him a sky blue and white rattle to shake in support.
Before the match the Domestic Skills girls wheeled him in to the girls' sports dressing room. The players all came in one by one and admired Joe's new dress and tights. They then started to undress in front of him. The captain looked momentarily concerned as she went to unbutton her school blouse but then said "of course, baby can't get any arousal can he? So we're alright girls." They tittered.
They all proceeded to undress in front of him. Regular bras were pulled off and he sat suc-king desperately on his soother as sports bras replaced them. Joe wriggled in discomfort as his member struggled unsuccessfully against the plastic tube. He tried not to look at the semi-naked girls but they were all around him.
Eventually he was slightly relieved (though not in the way he wanted!) when they were all changed into their short pleated hockey skirts. However, from his low position strapped into his stroller he could see up their short skirts. “nnggghhh!” It was such a torment.
He was pushed in his stroller to the pitch side where the opposing team all had a good look at him. "Is this the boy from the ad?!" "He's still in nappies and baby dresses?!" "He needs to wear nappies all the time now", the captain helpfully informed them and they all sniggered. "And is he kept in frilly baby dresses and tights all the time?!" "No, no", the captain contradicted them and they looked momentarily disappointed. "He sleeps in a pink footed onesie!" They all laughed as poor Joe suc-ked on his soother.
Apart from the torments of his day a week at school, Joe had way too much time to think about his predicament. Long days with nothing to divert him except stupid rattles and letter blocks. Even longer nights squirming in his pink footed sleeper. He couldn’t even entertain himself by recalling anything like the girls undressing for hockey as it just led to a dull uncomfortable feeling in the chastity device.
How long was he going to be kept like this? Nobody ever mentioned any possible end to it. He had no boy’s clothes – just a large range of pretty baby dresses all complete with matching bonnets and frilly panties and tights of every colour. He needed to wear nappies all the time as he was unable to control his toilet.
His hands were kept constantly in the padded mittens making him completely helpless. He couldn’t get out of his play-pen, his high-chair or his cot until somebody let him out. He couldn’t feed himself and had to just sit there until his Mum or a schoolgirl fed him from his baby bottle or spoon-fed him from his plastic bowl.
He had to suc-k on a soother all day and was not allowed to speak. He couldn’t ask how long was this going to last. Any disobedience resulted in him being left in a dirty nappy for hours so he had to act like a good little baby all the time. The concrete ramp outside the house told him that he was in nappies long term.
He presumed that when he reached the age of 18 he would have the right to demand an end to it. But that was seven years away?! The thought of being kept like this for so long made him feel ill. What would his mind be like by then having had to act and be treated like a baby for so long? Would he ever be able to regain control of his toilet? What would he wear if his mother still refused him anything but baby dresses?
All he could do was try to distract himself from such thoughts by playing with his rattles and dolls and suc-king constantly on his soother for comfort.
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One day Joe's mother told him that she had a friend coming to visit their house. "Now if you are a very very good baby when my friend is here, you can have some chocolate chip ice cream later." Joe's eyes lit up. He was rarely allowed anything but milk and pureed vegetables. He was determined to earn the treat.
When the doorbell rang, Joe played enthusiastically with his rattles. When the lady was shown in, he looked up and smiled. "Oh isn't he adorable?!" His mother was pleased. "Would you like a coffee?", she asked her guest. "Yes please." "I'll get it now. Sweetie, why don't you stand up and show off your pretty dress?" his mother suggested as she left the room.
Joe scrambled to his feet and stood bow legged in front of the guest. She giggled on seeing the full extent of his nappy, the frilliness of his nappy cover and his long pink legs in the tights. "Why don't you give me a twirl."
Joe waddled a twirl with his petticoats fluttering and faced her again smiling. "Does Baby like his pretty dresses?", she asked, looking at the fine collection hanging in the wardrobe. It killed him to pretend but he nodded and gurgled happily through his soother. She was pleased with the answer.
His mother returned with cups of coffee. "Tell me how this came about again", the lady asked, "I know it started with the advertisements." "That's right", his mother confirmed. "Well the film crew created such a wonderful nursery and made such pretty baby dresses for him, it seemed a shame not to make the most of it."
Joe flopped down on his bottom again and decided he should look happy playing with the blocks. The women watched him as they chatted and smiled. "Then the waitress from the restaurant told us she needed a room and it just seemed to make sense to let her have Joe's room while he was in the nursery. Then the garbage men accidentally took away all his boy's clothes. Well it just seemed like it was his destiny at that point. It's so lovely having a baby to look after again."
"Yes, I can see that. And Joe, do you need your nappies now?" Joe looked at the floor of his pen and nodded gloomily. Keep thinking of the chocolate chip ice cream at the end of this, he reminded himself. "That's alright sweetie, don't worry", the lady said brightly.
"Are you happy here now being kept as a baby?" she asked. Joe wanted to cry. His mother looked at him with a fixed smile which managed to look threatening. Joe nodded and suc-ked hard on his soother. "Very good", the lady smiled and drank her coffee.
They chatted about the weather for a while and then the lady went to leave. "Bye, bye, sweetie." Joe held up his rattle and shook it and smiled. She laughed. Joe looked forward to his ice cream reward. He was sure he'd earned it.
They left the room and he sighed with relief, no longer needing to keep up the pretence. He could still hear them in the hall outside. "Well, I'm satisfied and I'll report back to social services that there is nothing to worry about here. He seems quite happy being kept as a baby in his nappies, pretty dresses and tights." "Nnnngggghhhhh?????!!!"
Joe scrambled to his feet. He heard the front door being opened. "NNNNGGGGGHHHH!" He shook his rattle desperately. "Sounds like he needs a change", his mother told the lady. "Well I'd better let you get on with it", she said walking out the door.
Joe heard the door close and the ladies' steps walking down the pathway. She was gone. As was his last chance of a reprieve. His mother came into the nursery with a nasty smile. "Well done sweetie. You managed to convince her." Joe flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom again. A bottom that was going to stay thickly nappied. That was it. He was going to stay a sissy baby wetting his nappies and wearing frilly baby dresses. That ice cream was going to taste quite bitter now.
[And that's it folks! That's as much as I can wring out of this scenario. Thank you all for the kind, encouraging comments - it really helps to know that someone is reading and enjoying it.]