Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Chapter 1
Jeremy Wakeling had always been small for his age, right from when he had started school. Whenever he had to line up with the other children, the difference was clear. But his mother had always treated him as normal, loving him and encouraging him to do his best. As he got older, he started to develop the typical attitude that comes with being a boy. He would talk back to her, not always listen to her, stay out late with friends and his grades weren’t as high as she would like, but still she would love and cherish him.
He was only thirteen when his troubles started. At first it would start with his waking in the middle of the night desperate to pee. He found he would lose a lot of sleep if he didn’t get up straight away to go. And then he found that he’d dribbled a little bit already, when he woke in the night. Then one night he didn’t wake at all! He slept all the way through until the morning, only to discover his bed was wet and he was cold.
He jumped out of the bed with a start. This couldn’t be happening...it couldn’t. He ran a hand through his hair and paced across the room, trying to make sense of this. The sound of his mother shouting broke him out of his thoughts.
“Jeremy! Get out of bed and get dressed now or you will miss the bus!”
Aw hell, he thought, he couldn’t do anything about it now. He hastily showered, dressed and gave his mother a kiss, before running out of the door while stuffing his lunch into his bag.
He made it to the bus on time and it turned out to be a pretty good day for him. In fact, he’d completely forgotten about the mess he’d left at home. He went out with his mates after school and didn’t end up getting home until five.
His bag hitting the floor by the door must have been the signal to her that he was home. “Jeremy Wakeling, I want to talk to you right now!” Uh oh, she sounded angry.
He followed her voice to his bedroom where he found her pushing his cleaned mattress back onto the bed. Damn! She knew! “Mum, I can explain. You se-...”
“Jeremy, I would have understood better had you not left the mess here. How could you do that? You know I don’t like you damaging property and that mattress was expensive!”
“I’m sorry Mum, I was going to clean it up but then you said I’d miss the bus. I don’t know why it happened.” He hoped that currying sympathy would help his case.
She sighed and walked up to him, “I’m a little worried that you wet the bed, do you remember waking up at all last night?” A shake of his head confirmed that he hadn’t, “You’re not going to drink anything an hour before bed, I’ll have to make your hot chocolate earlier. And I’m going to watch you go to the toilet before bed too.” This caused him to groan, having his mother watch him pee was so embarrassing!
His bedtime hot chocolate had been a ritual for them ever since he was a small boy. His mother made them extra special by heating the milk up on the stove. He would never admit it to has mates, but he always enjoyed his hot chocolate each night.
Unfortunately for him...her precautions didn’t work. He woke up to sodden bedsheets the next morning and he knew if he didn’t tell her straight away, she would get very angry at him. So it was a rather quiet thirteen year old boy who came downstairs to tell her. She kissed him, told him she would make everything better, and told him to go shower and get ready for school. This made him feel better, she wasn’t mad at him.
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I hope you all will enjoy this story. I waited until I had several chapters before posting anything.
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Chapter 2
That day went much the same as school days tended to go, he hung out with his mates and...sometimes paid attention in class. He was the sort of boy who generally managed to scrape through in his tests and assignments and this had always spared him the teacher’s wrath. Again he hung out with mates and again he arrived home later than expected, this time at 6pm.
He slunk in, knowing he was only just in time for dinner. He dumped his bag at the door, washed his hands and sat at the table just as his mother was plating everything up. She looked happy and was serving his favourite, spaghetti! She set it down in front of him and then sat at her place with her meal.
They spent dinner time chatting about his day, his mates, the things he did that he was willing to tell her. She also told him a little of her day, today was when she volunteered at the church’s second hand shop and she just loved seeing the people who came in and out to buy things. She had commented that a mother had come in with a darling little baby and she had just the right bootees and hat to match the baby’s outfit.
This sort of conversation didn’t really appeal to Jeremy, but she was being extra nice to him. This should have been a warning to him but he was never a terribly bright. When he had finished his hot chocolate, his mother told him to meet her in her bedroom.
She was waiting for him there. She had what looked like a towel laid out on the floor, along with powder, cream and plastic things...wait...is that a… “Mum! No! No way! I’m not wearing a nappy!”
“Don’t be silly, dear. I’m not having you ruin your bed. Come here.” She pointed to the nappy, “I could, of course, make you come here, but I would rather we not do this the hard way.” Blast, she had the physical strength to make him, he was small for his age. So he stomped over to the nappies and laid himself down.
She hummed to herself, as she started to spread the nappy rash cream over him, “If you manage to stay dry for a week, we’ll reconsider it. But for now, this is what we have to do.”
She pulled the front up and started pinning them in place. They felt thick and soft and they caused his thighs to sit wider apart, this would take a little getting used to. He harrumphed heavily as she pulled the plastic panties up to cover the bulk.
She stood him up and gave his padded rear a pat, “There you go, sweetheart. Now you can sleep without worrying.”
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Chapter 3
Time passed and unfortunately for Jeremy, his bedwetting didn’t clear up. In fact, it got worse until he woke up soaked every morning. His mother pulling off his nappy and wiping him down had become another one of their rituals together. She seemed to enjoy the time it allowed her to spend with him.
He would have died if anyone found out he wore nappies to bed...or at least he thought he would. So it was a horrified Jeremy who started having trouble holding it in six months after his first bedwetting incident.
It was okay if he could get to the toilet between classes or during lunch, but sometimes the urge came during the class and none of his teachers would let him go. The sudden requests to go to the toilet had them worried and they often sent notes home to his mother.
She said nothing until one day when he came home with damp undies and desperate to get inside. This seemed to have her perplexed. “Jeremy, I’m worried about you. Your teachers tell me you’re asking to go a lot more often at school. We’re going to have to take precautions during the day.”
“No, hell no! I’m not wearing nappies during the day! I’d never live it down!”
His mother blinks with surprise, “Nappies? I don’t think you’re that bad, Dear.” She turned and started to search in a large drawer, “I wanted to be prepared, so I got some when I bought your nappies.” she held up a pair of plastic backed cloth training pants.
“No way Mum! The guys would laugh at me in the changing rooms. I’m not wearing them!”
She shrugged, “Which would you prefer? Training pants or wetting your pants in front of them? I can easily write to the school and pull you out of physical education. Come now, stop being silly. I’m thinking of you here. I certainly don’t want you to wet yourself in public.”
She placed a hand on his shoulder and he grumbled, before finally nodding. He knew she was right. And she was her mother, she only did things because she loved him...right?
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Chapter 4
Time went on and life seemed to settle into a routine again. Jeremy would soak his nappy at night and then he would wear training pants in the day to catch any dribbles on his way to the toilet. They were a little weird, at first, thicker than underwear. In fact, his fourteenth birthday came and went in that time and he unknowingly started to get used to having damp cloth wrapped around his nethers. Amazingly, his friends never seemed to notice and he made sure to wear plenty of deodorant to hide any smell.
The problem then started to get worse again. His pressing need to pee started to get worse. There started to be times where he would practically run to the toilet in fear that he wouldn’t make it! It had become a running joke amongst his friends that he always needed to pee. He would laugh along with them, burning with shame on the inside over what the reality was.
One day, he simply couldn’t make it. He’d been to the mall with one of his friends, shopping for music, and he was walking on his way home when the urgent need to pee hit him. He was still quite a distance from his home, too far to make it. Looking around, there were no trees or bushes he could hide behind, there was nowhere he could release without anyone seeing. He tried to hold it in and walked a little faster.
His block just started coming into view and he breathed a sigh of relief. This relief caused him to relax for just a moment...and the floodgates opened. Mortified and sure the neighbours could see, he broke into a run, not caring about the wet trail he was leaving in his wake. How could this be happening? Why was this happening to him? Why was he...losing control?
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Chapter 5
His mother looked horrified, when he came in the door. His pants were soaked, he’d well and truly flooded his training pants. She eyed him up and down, before firmly grasping his wrist and wordlessly leading him down the hallway to the bathroom.
While she ran the bath, he stammered and tearfully tried to tell her that it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t know why it happened. It was only after she had tested the water and started to undress him that she spoke, “I am starting to think that perhaps you’re not trying hard enough to control yourself, Jeremy. What if you had wet yourself like that in front of your friends. You must try harder!”
“But Mum! I honestly am trying, I don’t know why this is going on.”
“Regardless, I think some extra time in nappies will convince you to make more of an effort,” she stated as she guided him into the tub. “Your school holidays have started. You’ll stay at home in nappies for the entire two weeks. No exceptions.”
“No Mum, I’ll do anything but that. Please no. My friends would find out and tease me. I’m sorry, I’ll try harder. I promise.”
She paused her scrubbing and peered at him, before stating in a no nonsense voice, “No Jeremy. You will be wearing nappies for two weeks or I will personally tell your friends you pee your pants. This is for your own good.”
He was at a loss for words at this. He knew his mother would do just that, if pushed. He sat in the bath glumly, as she washed him, contemplating how horrid his school holidays were going to be.
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Jeremy sat on the couch watching television clad in his nappies and pyjamas. He saw little point to getting dressed, none of his pants fit him and he wasn't going anywhere. After a couple of days of sulking and expressing his dissatisfaction with this punishment, he decided to just accept it. His arguments with his mother hadn't changed his fate. Each time he tried, she merely reinforced that this was for his own good and maybe he would try harder next semester in school.
After two days of sitting around the house watching tv, playing games, reading books, helping his mother with housework...he started to figure he would enjoy the convenience that had been forced on him. With nappies on 24/7, he no longer had to stress and worry about getting to the toilet in time. He no longer had to worry about wetting his pants. The stress and fear over the past few months had been tiring, now that he thought about it. What was wrong with enjoying not having to care for a couple of weeks? He would go back to his training pants when school started, no harm done...or so he thought.
There was a room in the house that always remained locked. His mother told him that it was where she stored some of his father's things. She always got teary-eyed when talking about his father, so Jeremy didn't like to push it. He didn't like to see his Mum upset, he did love his Mum a great deal. She spent quite a bit of time in that room cleaning, as well as cleaning the rest of the house. He didn't care, so long as he got to enjoy his holidays. Work is for school, holidays are for fun!
Feeling that bulk constantly between his legs was never fun. It felt like sitting on an uncomfortable and often soggy cushion. And he couldn't close his legs properly. No, he would never enjoy it. Sure, the nappies were soft when they first went on, but it didn't take long for them to start getting cold and damp. And then the plastic pants crackled with his every movement. Jeremy thanked his lucky stars that humiliation and embarrassment in front of friends wasn't part of the punishment.
His friends tried to come visit and call, they were wondering why Jeremy had seemingly disappeared. His mother told them that he had gotten sick with a contagious virus and she didn't want them to get it either. The only way for him to recover was to rest quietly.
And then his relationship with his mother seemed to thrive. She paid even more loving attention to him now, if that was even possible, than during the last school term. Sometimes she would sit and watch tv with him, or she would play a game, or she would bring home some special treat for the two of them to enjoy. It was just the two of them. He loved to sit with her. Hell that would be embarrassing if the guys found out. Sometimes, she would even make him a hot chocolate in the morning, as well as before bed. Oh they tasted so good!
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Jeremy woke on the last day of his school holidays with a mixed sense of excitement and sadness. The torture of his punishment would be over soon, things would go back to normal...but it meant the holidays and time for fun was over. He would have to go back to lessons, homework and other dull things. He thought to himself that he would have to make the most of this last day, as he pulled back the blankets on his bed to trudge to the dining room for breakfast.
As usual, his mother was there with breakfast and his hot chocolate ready. He sat down at the table, his nappies pressing onto the wood with a crinkly squish, oh how he couldn't wait until he didn't have to listen to that during the day anymore. Just one more day. As he tucked into his toast and soft boiled egg, his mother started to chat, "My goodness the holidays have gone fast, to think my cute little boy will be back at school tomorrow."
The phrase 'cute little boy' didn't phase Jeremy, it was a name she had used regularly through the course of his life. As he cut up his toast into soldiers, to dip into the yolk, he replied, "Mmm, I can't wait to get back to normal and out of these nappies in the daytime."
He looked to his mother, testing the water with this statement. Fears started to rise when he saw the uncomfortable pause she was taking, as if trying to find the best words to use, "Well, dear, we need to talk about that. You've been wearing nappies full time for two weeks now and your wetting hasn't gotten any better...in fact it's worse. I've noticed you wetting and not even realising it until afterwards." He shifted uncomfortably, putting down the piece of toast in his hands, as she continued, "It's brought me to the decision that you're not quite ready to be a big boy yet."
He stood suddenly, the chair almost clattered to the ground in the process, "What?! No! I'm not wearing nappies all the time! The guys would laugh at me!"
His mother smiled briefly, he hadn't fully realised her statement, "You'll be wearing nappies full time from now on, but that isn't all. You're not quite ready to be a big boy. Mummy will care for her little baby, don't you worry." The scariest thing about this was that she appeared to be genuinely convinced that her decision was in Jeremy's best interests.
The colour drained from his face. Regardless of how far she intended to take this, she was planning on making long term embarrassing...no, mortifying changes to his life. He couldn't simply let this happen like her other decisions, "Are you fuc-king crazy, Mum?! Have you inhaled too much baby powder and gone off the deep end?! There's no way in HELL you're going to do that to m-..."
Before he could finish that sentence, his mother hand grabbed the back of his pyjamas, bunching up the collar and some of his hair in her hand. Being such a small boy, he was no match for this move. It did not stop him from trying though. He would try to push her away, wriggle out, pull off his pyjama jacket. None of it worked. With lightening flashing in her eyes and a thunder in her voice he had never heard from her before, she dragged him down to the bathroom, "I raised you to be better than that, Jeremy! You need your mouth washed out with soap to clean out those filthy words!"
"No! No, please Mum!" Soap smelled icky, it likely tasted icky too. But she wasn't going to have any of his backchat. They entered the bathroom and with one hand holding him down onto the basin, she used the other to turn on the tap and start lathering up the bar of soap. When he again tried to beg her not to do this, she took the opportunity to push the soap into his mouth and begin. As he tried to bite down and keep it from entering, all he achieved was to have flakes of soap scrape off and fall into his mouth. The soap frothed and bubbled through his teeth and lips, some of the watery mess flowed into his throat and he had to swallow it. He had never endured a punishment like this before. The feeling of that ivory bar being scrubbed in and out, around and around, against his teeth, tongue, cheeks, it was terrible. When she was eventually satisfied, she pulled the soap out and sat it in the sink, before holding her hand over his mouth to force him to swallow what was left.
She let him go, at this point. She knew he had lost much of his fight in that battle. Mother knew best and she was determined to give her boy the life she felt he needed. But she wasn't finished yet in the bathroom. From the vanity, she pulled out a dark bottle and a large spoon. Jeremy didn't know what it was, she had never given it to him before. He watched as the yellow liquid was poured onto the spoon and then pushed into his mouth. It was castor oil, and as it flowed down his throat, it coated everything. It left a horrible taste, worse than the soap, that caused him to splutter. As she put the bottle away again, she stated, "There, that should clean you out. Come into your bedroom and sit down, so that I can tell you what will happen."
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When they got to his room, his mother pulled him to her chest and sat on the bed. She tenderly rubbed his back, while speaking to him. As far as she was concerned, she knew what was best for her son. "I know it will be hard at first to adjust, I will be here to support you every step of the way. This is what's best. You're not ready to be a big boy. Mummy will have to put locks on the bathroom door and kitchen cupboards, we can't have you getting into mischief. And I will make sure you're getting a proper diet. Goodness, I'll have to buy formula from the supermarket for your bottles. At school, you will have a nanny who will make sure your needs are met there. Oh, and you will start taking an afternoon nap every day. Little boys can't get through the day without them. We will have to get you some clothes, I have enough to get us started, but certainly not a full wardrobe."
This information was all very overwhelming to Jeremy. He couldn't quite believe it was happening. He pulled himself away from her arms and stammered, "N-n-no...this isn't right Mum. Please don't do this. I'd rather go to the cops than this."
“Oh sweety, the police care about your well being as much as I do. You are listed with the authorities as needing special care. If found, you’ll be returned to your loving Mummy. I’m only doing what is best for you, nothing more.”
“Wouldn’t they have needed a medical certificate or something?” Perhaps that would poke a hole in her plan, Jeremy was desperately grasping at straws. If what she said was true, running away wouldn’t work.
“Your Aunt Tilly was so worried about your care that she provided the necessary paperwork.” Aunt Tilly is a doctor. She is usually the first person Jeremy sees, when sick. This news caused him to deflate. There was nothing he could do to stop this. He felt like he was in a daze, when she continued, “You won’t have a chance to get lost, Mummy will make sure. You’ll have your playpen, your cot, a darling set of baby reins, I even got a stroller with a safety catch on the buckle.”
“But...what about my friends? They’ll mock me and tease me. I’m sorry I keep wetting myself but please don’t do this.”
“Shhhhh. Mummy knows best. Mummy cares about you. Mummy loves you.” She stood and held out her hand, “Mummy will take care of everything, starting with your wet nappies.”
He wanted to run, he wanted to shout, he wanted to live a normal life, but the soggy cloth around his hips only served to confirm her verdict. He knew she loved her. It was with a sense of trepidation that he reached out to grasp her hand. Maybe Mum did know best, maybe he needed this.
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Mrs Waking lead her son, by the hand, out of his room and down the hallway. He was nervous. Although she had given him some frankly scary hints at his future, he didn’t know exactly what she planned on doing right at this moment. She didn’t stop until they reached the door to the store room...what he thought was the store room.
Her hand closed just that little bit tighter around his, as they stood before the mysterious door. Her hand reached out to wordlessly turn the handle and open the door. His jaw dropped when the room was revealed. It looked like a nursery, decorated in pink and white. There was a large, white, painted cot with pink satin bedding, a changing table, toys. The entire room was decorated with infantile wallpaper, frothy lacy curtains and there was even a canopy above the cot that covered it. Worryingly, he noticed a paddle hanging on a wall next to a wooden chair. He could barely hear his mother cheerfully state, “Welcome to your new nursery, my cute little boy.”
She guided him over to the changing table, her first thought was to get his nappies changed. While climbing up, he stammered, “M-m-mum...this looks like a girl’s room. And it’s a baby’s room!”
“You’re a baby silly, and I think your new room is utterly adorable. It suits my sensitive baby right down to a T!” She unbuttons his pyjama jacket, while chattering to him, intending to strip him, “We’re going to have such a lovely time together. You’ll feel loved and cherished and you’ll never have to worry about growing up in that mean old world. You’ll stay safe and protected in your nappies.” She gently pushed him onto his back, so she could pull off his pants, plastic panties and nappies. The panties and nappies fell into a waiting bucket with a squelch, “You really wet a lot last night, baby.”
Jeremy blushed and mumbled, “It’s not my fault…”
“That’s right, sweetheart, it’s not your fault. You can’t help it. You’re just not ready to be potty trained.”
The experience of being cleaned and nappied was just as tender and loving as before, it felt familiar. Only...he was surrounded by all this baby stuff! But then she opened the wardrobe. Hanging in it were several outfits. She took a moment to look at them all, before settling on one. A boy’s sailor suit. The shorts had snaps along the crotch to allow for easy changes and the leg holes were large so people could see his nappies and check them. The shirt only just covered the waistband of the shorts and it buttoned up the back. It was a smart blue and white suit, decorated with ribbon and lace. White ankle socks and black mary jane shoes completed the look.
Mrs Wakeling looked at her son with a critical eye, checking that nothing was out of place. He’d never felt so stupid or so small. He’d always felt self-conscious about his size before, but now it seemed even more obvious. He tried to tug his shorts down, but they refused to go anywhere, unless he dragged the waistband down with it and that would be just as embarrassing! He had to sigh and resign himself to this sissy set, he didn’t realise that he could have it much worse. His mother’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, “You look like a perfect angel, Jeremy. Just right for our little trip to town.”
Did she say trip to town?!
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She held onto his hand tightly, as they made their way out of the house, only stopping to get her purse, keys and hat. After locking the door, she looks up at the sky and smiles, “It’s such a nice day today, I think we should walk to town.”
Walk? This idea horrified Jeremy more than going in the car. People would be able to see him properly and he would have nowhere to hide! At least in a car he would be able to shrink down below the bottom of the windows. But, alas, Mummy decided they were going to walk and she was far too strong for him to pull away. Kicking up a fuss would only attract more attention.
As they walked, Mrs Wakeling chattered cheerfully about this and that. Jeremy wasn’t really paying attention, he was too glum. His nappies forced him to waddle noticeably. If he swayed too far to one side, some of his skin would peek out between his shorts and shirt. The brand new shoes clicked and squeaked on the footpath. He was certain that people were staring at him, but he didn’t want to risk looking and seeing their reactions, he wasn’t sure if he could bear that.
They walked for several blocks, the effort of it made Jeremy quite worn out. Mrs Wakeling said, with a knowing smile, that they would have to look into getting him a stroller. Too much exercise wasn’t good for her baby.
When they turned a corner, their destination came into view. It was a special store. Publically, it was advertised as a store for people with disabilities, but it had an extensive range of items for overgrown babies. The store had decided to cash in on the demand, creating a safe environment for people to buy their wares. Buying things online is so impersonal!
Jeremy didn’t know about this, so he was confused as to why he was being taken to a store for disabled people. It didn’t make sense until one of the shop assistants led them through a door to the part of the store that his mother had clearly come for. Looking around, he could see a wide range of nappies, clothes, furniture, all sorts of overgrown baby paraphernalia. A motherly looking woman, wearing a bibbed apron, was sitting in an armchair in a small sitting area.
She stood, when the door closed behind them, to welcome her customers. Her attention was largely focussed on Mrs Wakeling, only looking at Jeremy in the manner of a baby, not a teenage boy! “Mrs Wakeling, how delightful it is to see you again! And I finally get to meet your baby boy. My, he is adorable in that outfit, he must love that his Mummy dresses him so well!”
Mrs Wakeling chuckles, “He doesn’t think so yet, but Mummy knows best. I was hoping we could look at strollers today, and he needs to choose his dummy. You know what they say about letting babies choose their first.”
The woman clucked happily and bent down to tweak Jeremy’s nose, before leading them to the aisle that had the dummies, “Oh yes, they always know just the right dummy to choose.” The dummies were all babyish, embarrassing and feminine in some way, sized for adults. Most of them were pink.
Jeremy looked up at the selection and started to shake his head. He tried to step back and away from both women, but Mummy held his hand tightly. “Oh no, not those Mum, I’m not using one of those! I’ve let you have your fun, but I’ve had enough!”
Mrs Wakeling watched her son try to free himself from her grasp, it was an utterly pathetic attempt, “This is for your own good, Jeremy. You’re not ready to be a big boy, your wet nappies are proof enough. Calm down and choose your dummy, or else Mummy will choose one for you.” He didn’t calm down. In fact, he grew more and more agitated. This only served to annoy Mrs Wakeling.
In that moment, she did something she had never done to her boy. While he struggled, she wordlessly pulled him over to a chair. She sat down and tugged his hand, causing him to neatly fall, face first, over her lap. He was struggling to escape, all the while, shouting to be let go. He was careful not to use any swear words, he didn’t want another mouth full of soap.
He didn’t stop his awful din, until Mrs Wakeling started to yank his shorts down to his ankles. This was when he realised what she was doing. He renewed his efforts to get off her lap, but to no avail. She started tutting disapprovingly, as she pulled down his plastic panties to reveal his already soaked nappies. He hadn’t even realised he’d wet that much! She says, while unpinning his nappies and revealing his pale bottom, “Honestly, Jeremy, I should have done this a long time ago. But it’s too late for regrets now. Baby boys who don’t listen to their Mummies get a spanking.”
With that, her hand flew down harshly onto his damp and tender flesh, causing him to jerk forward both in pain and surprise. He howled in pain and squirmed, but this was only the beginning of his first ever spanking.
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It was a red-faced and sobbing Jeremy who was finally set on his wobbling feet after his spanking. He barely even noticed the other woman, he was so distraught at this turn of events. Mrs Wakeling pulled him to her chest in a nurturing hug. As she gently rubbed his back, she spoke soothingly, “There there, baby, Mummy’s here. It’s all over now and you can go back to being Mummy’s good little baby. Mummy is going to put your nappies back on and then you can pick your dummy. That will make you feel better, hmm?”
She looked down at him and smiled expectantly. He didn’t want to risk the consequences of another tantrum, so sullenly nodded his head, while wiping his eyes with his fist, “Yes, M-mummy.”
Mrs Wakeling tried to be gentle in renappying him. The shop assistant, Maggie, kindly let her use some samples to clean him up. His damp nappies had to be repinned as Mrs Wakeling hadn’t expected to need to change him during this outing. Finally, it was a tender feeling boy who was standing in front of the shelves to choose his first dummy.
Most of them were pink, all of them had some girly feature. He didn’t realise until after it’s large rubber teat had been pushed into his mouth that even the blue dummy he’d found had pink embellishments. Even worse, suc-kling on the dummy really did make him feel better.
While Mummy tightly held onto his little hand, she and Maggie got to talking, while browsing the shelves for clothes. Maggie thought Jeremy a very cute baby and didn’t hesitate to voice this view, “I can see why you made this decision, he’s such a little darling. I assume you have him enrolled at Joyful Cherubs?”
“Joyful Cherubs? What’s that? I was going to send him back to school with a nanny.”
This suggestion seemed to shock Maggie a great deal. She shook her head rapidly, “Oh no, dear, you mustn’t do that! Young Jeremy is far too tender and vulnerable for something like that. I read somewhere that people in schools often violate poor little boys in such distressing ways. No, you must send him to the Joyful Cherubs Nursery School. It was formed by a mother and ex-teacher for babies just like Jeremy. It’s near St Helen’s School for Girls and the girls taking home economics often go to the nursery for work experience. We sell the uniforms here.”
Mrs Wakeling pondered this option for several moments. In the silence, Jeremy’s dummy bobbed in and out with an uncertain fear. He didn’t want to go to a nursery but nor did he want to be mocked by his friends. He pulled his dummy out to implore his Mummy to change her mind and let him be a big boy, but she pressed a hand to his lips before he could get a word out, “Shhhh Baby, the grown ups are talking.”
Jeremy started to pout and Mummy pushed his new dummy back in, before replying to Maggie, “Is it terribly expensive? Are there any limitations I should know about?”
“It’s quite reasonable, my dear. Most mothers start to save money once their precious cherubs are no longer wanting to go to expensive activities. He can remain enrolled as long as you need him to be. The only stipulation is that you adhere to the routine they lay out for him. Come with me, I’ll show you the uniform.”
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Mrs Wakeling spent much of the remainder of that morning enrolling Jeremy in his new nursery school, with Maggie’s help. They had a great deal of fun gathering the supplies he needed for his first day, starting next week. Mrs Wakeling felt it was important to give Jeremy a few days at home to adjust to his new life and schedule.
They were so utterly taken up by the task of buying uniforms, dummies and such that she had completely forgotten to buy other outfits and the promised stroller! As they strolled home for lunch, Mrs Wakeling commented on this realisation, not expecting a grown up conversation from her baby boy. Her musings were finished with, “No matter, your Aunt will be coming to visit next week. I’m sure she will love to go shopping with me and we’ll be able to surprise you with the goodies when we pick you up.”
Jeremy only suc-ked on his dummy more at this, the already forming knot in his stomach felt like it was getting bigger. Not only was he dreading going to some dumb nursery, he was also having to worry about what silly clothes his Mummy might buy in his absence! He foolishly felt that if he were there, he would have some control over what he wore...only...the pain in his delicate little tush made him doubt that idea, just a little bit.
As they approached their home, they paused at the gate. Behind the gate was a cheerful path that led to their front door. The path had pansies bordering it. It all looked very pretty. Although she could have done it once they reached the door, Mrs Wakeling insisted they stop at the gate so she could fish the key out of her purse. This involved her putting the bags down, being sure they wouldn’t fall over and cause his nice new clothes to tumble into the gutter. All the time she spent mucking about with bags, clothes, purses and keys, it left Jeremy feeling very exposed and visible to the neighbours!
He stood there, praying to anyone who might have been listening, that he would get into the house safely and he wouldn’t have to endure further humiliations. Every moment his Mummy wasted in dithering with her keys, was more risk that someone would see! His soggy nappies were starting to sag and peek through the leg holes of his shorts, there would be no doubt of what he’d become. He started to sniffle and as Mummy was chiding him for his impatience, a voice was heard.
“Hello, Olivia!”
Jeremy groaned. It was their next door neighbour, Mrs Thornton. Mrs Thornton was a stay at home mother with two children and a husband who worked long hours as a police officer. He was an imposing man who always scared Jeremy a little. Her younger child, Missy, was in his year group at school. She always seemed such a sweet girl, she never lowered herself to the catty and juvenile behaviour the other girls seemed afflicted with. She was nice and that was why Jeremy had a little crush on her.
Thinking about it made him feel he would die if she were to see him like this! He didn’t have a chance to do anything, though. Mummy closed her purse, held her keys in one hand and took hold of Jeremy’s hand with the other. She smiled to Mrs Thornton and stepped closer to chat with her, “Judith, good afternoon. How are you today?”
“Oh, I’m doing well. I managed to do a spot of spring cleaning and went through Harold’s clothes. It’s always better to do that sort of thing when he isn’t home to reclaim his favourite jerseys.” The two ladies tittered at this, before Mrs Thornton smiled down at Jeremy in the most patronising of manners, “Jeremy, you’re looking very smart in your outfit today, though...why is he in nappies and dressed that way, Olivia?”
“Jeremy had started having trouble controlling himself. He’s not ready to be a big boy, he doesn’t have the ability to be a big boy, so I made the difficult decision and let him return to what he should be. Jeremy has gone back to babyhood and starts at his new nursery school next week.”
“There’s a nursery school that would take him?” Mrs Thornton is somewhat surprised by this.
“Oh yes, it’s a special school just for boys like him. He’s a baby stuck in a slightly too big body, that’s not his fault. His Mummy knows what’s best for him. Tilly signed all the paperwork, your husband has likely seen his file at work.” Mrs Wakeling settled the hand holding her keys on Mrs Thornton’s arm, “I know you’ll treat him just as he is meant to be. His mental health would be at risk if you didn’t.”
Mrs Thornton didn’t reply immediately, but came to the conclusion that if there was official paperwork involved then it must be true, “Of course. I think little Jeremy needs a change, dear. He is starting to sag quite a bit and it’s making him quite anxious. I can see his dummy bobbing in and out, that’s a boy who’s eager for dry nappies, no mistake about it. So I’ll let you go. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m sure Missy would love to babysit for you.”
Jeremy blushed deep red at this. He was trying to hold back the ever-present tears and Mummy had to wave his hand bye bye for him. Finally, they were walking up the path to their home.
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They had spent quite a bit longer out than Jeremy had realised. Glancing up at the clock, he could see that it was midday! He felt very different to how he had felt at the start of the day. Life seemed to lack hope, he knew his Mummy loved him dearly, but he couldn’t understand why she thought this was what was best for him. With the taste of soap still lingering in his mouth and a very sore botty, he didn’t have the energy to argue.
Mummy still held his hand tightly, leading him to the dreaded nursery room. She babbled the entire way in that cheerful infantile babble mothers tended to use. As they entered the room, he sighed, it was as bad as he remembered with it’s frilly baby girlish frivolity.
Mummy effortlessly lifted him up on the padded changing table and started undoing the snaps on his shorts. They had lunch to get to and there was no sense in wasting time pulling them down. Then the plastic panties were peeled off and the smell of urine permeated the air around them. Jeremy found himself suc-king harder on his dummy with embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed Sweetie, this is just what little babies do. But Mummy is here to make sure your clean and fresh. You never have to worry about accidents ever again. You belong here in your thick nappies surrounded by lace and ribbons.”
This was clearly meant to be encouragement, but it only made Jeremy feel worse. The nappies fell into the bucket with a heavy wet squish and he had the added embarrassment of her wiping him with baby wipes, even around his boy parts! These motions now had new meaning with his new and degrading status.
And then the scent of baby powder filled the air! Oh how he wished this were all a horrid dream. He’d read that it was possible to lucid dream, but after checking nearby pictures multiple times, they always looked the same. This was no dream.
Mrs Wakeling was a practised hand at nappying and in very little time, Jeremy’s shorts were back in place and she was leading him down to the dining room for lunch...only....a large high chair had appeared. That wasn’t there at breakfast, how did it get there? Jeremy tried to resist it, but as the tray clicked into place, he only came off as a grizzly toddler.
“Don’t be fussy, baby. Mummy will get you fed and then you can go for your afternoon nap. And don’t give me that look, all babies need naps.” She tweaked his nose, then walked off to the kitchen. In her absence, he tried to undo the tray, but found he couldn’t reach his arms under it to get to the locks. He rattled the tray to test its strength, but it wouldn’t budge! He started to consider his options, surely the police would believe him if he told them everything...right? But then...did he want to send his mother to prison? He loved her.
In the midst of this uncertainty, he looked up and saw his lunch. Mummy was bringing a plastic sectioned plate for him, in it was...baby food! Pureed liver, carrot and spinach. Ugh! A bib was tied around his neck and his mother set the plate down on the tray in front of him. The dummy fell from his mouth and he screwed his nose up, “Eww, Mummy! I can’t eat baby food!”
Mrs Wakeling looked at him as if he had said the most peculiar thing. Her baby couldn’t eat baby food? She shook her head and tutted, “Nonsense, you’re Mummy’s little baby and babies eat baby food. Now, let’s get your bib put on and then Mummy will feed you.” Oh, how helpless Jeremy felt! The ridiculous plastic-backed bib covered much of his chest and would do a very good job of protecting his pretty clothes, not that he felt he needed it.
Famous last words. When Mrs Wakeling brought the first spoonful of liver up to his mouth, he found that the spoon was slightly too wide! Though he could fit it all in, if he opened his mouth wide enough, most times it would bump into his lips on the way. The result was that splashes of food would get on his lips, his chin and some even fell on his bib! Jeremy didn’t know how this was possible, this morning he was eating his own breakfast perfectly fine! Mrs Wakeling didn’t give him much time to contemplate this, she filled every moment of the meal with incessant babble about trains and aeroplanes coming into land. Eugh!
When it was finally over, Jeremy slumped back in the high chair. Perhaps Mummy was right, perhaps he wasn’t ready to be anything more than a baby. He wasn’t entirely ready to give in to this conclusion, it was like the chores children tend to avoid that simply must be done. Perhaps if he ignored this...his life would eventually return to normal.
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Words cannot describe how embarrassed Jeremy felt being picked up for nursery school, the following day. His new uniform felt even more frilly and silly than yesterday and his embroidered baby reins tinkled in time with his nervous fidgeting. Mummy had made him stand in front of the house to wait for his ride, with his leash looped around her wrist and his mittened hand held by hers. A nappy bag with several changes sat on the footpath next to them.
The long wait had given him time to reflect on the previous day, specifically his confusion over his afternoon nap. Mummy had changed him into a frilly silky baby nightie, it felt so funny rubbing against his bare legs. Then she had tugged on matching bootees, mittens and even a sleep bonnet. She held him in her lap and made him drink from a large bottle of lukewarm formula...he hated the taste. She made him drink every last drop, even when he said he was full. But her smiling gaze down at him looked so happy and heavenly...it left him feeling torn. Then when she laid him in his cot, surrounded by gauze, satin and silk, and assaulted by the sound of crinkling plastic and the smell of baby powder, he fell asleep!
Why did he fall asleep? The day was only barely halfway done. And then when he awoke in soaked nappies, in a strange girly bed, it felt like such a shock. He tried to climb out, but his satin padded bootees couldn’t get any traction and he fell back into bed with a padded thud.
The arrival of the bus, painted in the nursery colours and boldly branded with ‘Joyful Cherubs Nursery School’, broke him out of his recent troublesome memories. Even that looked horribly babyish, announcing to the world that pathetic sissy boys existed. None of the windows were tinted and any passersby could see the occupants. Jeremy was the last stop and when his Mummy tugged him up the steps, he was faced with the sight of nineteen other boys, all dressed just like him! They all suc-ked on their dummies of their own free will and he could smell that at least a couple had already wet their ample nappies. He peered at them in shock, wondering if his looked that big too. They all stared back at him, curious as to who this new boy was, would he be nice or mean? Mean boys were typically seen to fairly quickly. Many of them had been attending the nursery school long enough to even enjoy their day now, the oldest charge had been attending for six years!
Each sissy baby was securely harnessed into a car seat, Jeremy would be no different. His Mummy seemed to lift him up into the seat with no problem at all, his feet couldn’t touch the ground and dangled helplessly from over the front. The harness she buckled into place was a five point harness, with a sturdy smooth plastic hub in the centre. The hub had the nursery school’s logo on it and Jeremy found he couldn’t undo any of the clips. Jeremy started to tear up, he couldn’t help it, and his Mummy tenderly pushed his dummy into his mouth and kissed his forehead, “Be a good boy at nursery school. Mummy will be waiting here for when they bring you home.” She slid his nappy bag under his seat and, far sooner than he would ever have liked, she was walking off the bus again and leaving him with these people!
The bus spluttered to life and he was sure he could hear the strains of nursery rhymes coming out from somewhere. Baa Baa Black Sheep. He looked around anxiously, even suc-kling on his dummy unconsciously. The boy next to him laid a mittened hand on his knee and spoke, without removing his dummy, “It’th okay, they’re really nithe. I’m thure you’ll make lotth of good friendth...I’m one of them.” Jeremy looked at the boy, with a bewildered expression. The boy looked older than Jeremy, though that was difficult to pinpoint. The boy had such a pretty, feminine and angelic face that Jeremy would have assumed he was a girl, had he not been in the same situation. The boy had sprigs of little brown ringlets sprouting out from under his bonnet, around his face. Jeremy couldn’t help but think that the boy looked like he belonged in his current life. Poor Jeremy had no clue that he was even prettier.
He realised he had to reply, the boy stared expectantly at him. Jeremy had started to pull out his dummy, but the boy stopped him, “Don’t do that. Nanny will punith you. Only grown upth can take our dummieth out. It’th tho we don’t lothe them.”
Jeremy inwardly shuddered, on hearing his own lisp force it’s way out around his dummy, “My name ith Jeremy. What’th yourth?”
“My name ith Malcolm.”
Malcolm didn’t sound like a particularly girly name, Jeremy wondered what had brought him to this life. He asked hesitantly, “How long have you been...you know…”
“Coming to Nurthery Thcool? Three yearth...I think. I kind of lotht track of time. But it’th really fun and they give uth lotth of cuddleth.”
Jeremy glumly turned his gaze towards the window, at this revelation He didn’t know if he could manage three or more years like this. He was certain he would go insane first. Every time they would come past other cars or people, Jeremy would try to shrink down in his seat, but the harness wouldn’t allow him to budge even a millimetre. He was on display and he had to put up with it. Even worse, his white woolen bonnet had a stiff wide brim, limiting his vision and forcing him to turn his gaze to the window just to see if they were still there. Tears pricked his eyes and his hairless legs swayed back and forth in the air. Today would be a very hard day.
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Jeremy was terrified, when the bus came to a stop outside what looked like a typical gaily decorated nursery school. The only thing to suggest it was any different was the slogan on the sign. ‘For Sissies who were meant to be’. And the private girls school could easily be seen next door! He wet his diapers just thinking about the pretty girls who would see him.
He watched on with dismay as the process of unloading the bus began. A nursery nanny came on board and approached one of the other boys. Talking to the boy patronisingly, she unclipped the car seat harness. And set the waddling frou frou boy on the floor of the bus. She secured the leash on her and and he unsteadily waddled off the bus, suc-king his dummy all the while. Jeremy could see other nursery nannies waiting for the boys.
One by one the boys were led off the bus. The first nanny would hand the leashes over to her waiting colleague. The boys passively waited until there was a group of four where they stood in pairs, holding their partner’s hand. Jeremy screwed his nose up at the sight of one nanny holding the leashes to four hand holding sissy babies!
The pretty boy next to him whispered lispingly, “You will probably go on my group, we have a thpare theat at our table. You’re going to be a panthy.” Malcolm seemed...excited about this? Before Jeremy could even react to this horrifying news, Malcolm was collected by the nanny and put in a group of three. They were waiting for one more and the nanny was coming for him!
Jeremy started to tear up, this was all getting too much. He wasn’t a sissy! He spat his dummy out and bleated, “Please don’t do this to me, I’m not a sissy! I don’t want this!”
The Nanny regarded him with an efficient bemusement that made his protestations seem to only be meaningful noise. She deftly pushed his dummy back in, “Nonsense sissy! You are right where you belong. Don’t make nanny spank you for being difficult.” This took all of the wind out of Jeremy’s sails, cut his moment of brave objections off before it had barely begun. It was a sniffling Jeremy who joined the Pansy group and was made to hold Malcolm’s mittened hand for the short walk inside. His baby reins jingled loudly, his petticoats and plastic panties rustled loudly and he could feel the tug of his leash...his leash in the nanny’s hand. The door loomed.
The first room was a coat room. There were hooks for each boy with his name showing clearly over it. The nanny responsible for his group one by one unbuttoned each boy’s pretty white coat and pulled it off to hang up. Then she would tug on the bonnet strings and loosen them, so that too could be hung on it’s hook. When Jeremy tried to help with his buttons and pull each arm from their sleeve, he was given a swift slap and told sternly to let nanny do it. Only when each boy in their group had been tended to, could they stagger into the main room of the nursery school two by two.
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Jeremy couldn’t understand why none of the sissy boys put up a fight, they all seemed to accept their fate readily. They all sat in their groups of four on a large padded mat, the bulk of their nappies forced each boy to sit with his legs apart and his skirts and petticoats falling around him.
While the boys were being brought in and sat down, Jeremy looked around the room with an apprehensive curiosity. The room was painted in bright colours with a nursery print abc frieze around the middle. Pictures, that look like toddlers drew them, were up on the walls. He could see a changing station in a corner, but it didn’t look like it was used regularly. Large windows lined one wall, passersby on the street could see in and watch the sissies.
“Now, sweeties!” A voice broke Jeremy from taking in the room, it looked to belong to a nanny who seemed more important than the others. All the nannies stood at the front of the mat, dressed in old fashioned uniforms, complete with floor length long sleeved navy blue dresses and white starched aprons. Each nanny had a cap pinned to her head, the head-nanny’s cap looked frillier than the others. She continued to speak, “I’m sure you’ve all noticed our newest baby, Jeremy. His Mummy returned him to babyhood a couple of days ago and I expect you all are eager to welcome him.” her eyes rested on Jeremy sternly, “Come here, child.”
Jeremy could feel every boy’s eyes on him as he struggled to his feet and waddled to the front of the class. The head nanny smiled condescendingly to him and smoothed out a wrinkle on his bodice, “I am Nanny Smith, hello little boy.” she then looked back to the class and beckoned a boy over, “Terrence, you can show Jeremy how sissy babies say hello to one another.”
Uh oh. Jeremy’s eyes widened, this wasn’t going to be fun at all! He watched the bigger boy flounce his way over, looking bashful but somehow excited too. When Terrence started to reach out for Jeremy’s hands, Jeremy couldn’t take any more. This was all too crazy, these people were nuts! He stepped backwards and jerked his hands away, “Hell no! This is all too weird! You might all like this but I don’t.”
The crestfallen shame on Terrence’s face was unavoidable. He hastily pushed his dummy into his mouth while the other boys gasped in shock. The new boy is standing up for himself! They all knew this would be short lived. Nanny Smith’s stern gaze honed in on little Jeremy and her voice cut in easily over the gasps, “Shame on you, child! Embarrassing your fellow student in front of all the others! Rejecting his token of goodwill so callously!” She stood and took a step towards him, “Tell me, have you felt the sting of a paddle yet?”
Jeremy gulped, realising all too late that he had miscalculated terribly. He didn’t know quite what to do, he would look like even more of a sissy if he caved straight away, but her warning left her quaking in his maryjanes. He stomped his little foot angrily and pointed a finger at her, “You’re not going to bully me into this. There is a difference between wetting myself and being a baby.”
“Hmm...is that so, sweetheart?” Her voice was syrupy, sickly. It made his stomach sink like a stone, as he felt the other nannies behind him push him towards her. Jeremy hardly had a moment to think, before he found himself falling over her lap and his bottom being exposed. A quick glance over to Terrence showed that he was being cuddled and comforted by one of the other nannies. Then he looked out at the rest of the group and saw all of those sissy eyes staring at him expectantly. He could see the recognition in their eyes that they saw him as just like them. A sissy baby.
The sight of these blinking eyes blurred with tears as he suddenly felt the sting of a hard and unyielding paddle strike both of his cheeks. He howled and attempted to get up off her lap, but she held him firm and his frilly legs kicked helplessly. Before he had barely gotten over that blow, several more in quick succession rained down on his tush. Nanny Smith was a well practised spanker and it didn’t take long for his bottom to resemble a tomato.
After the spanking had finished and his nappies had been pinned back in place, she pulled him to her chest and hugged him tenderly, “There there, baby, it’s all over now. You’re going to be a good baby for Nanny, yes? Nanny knows what’s best, Nanny knows what your place is.”
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Terrence’s eyes were brown and sparkling from his earlier tears. Jeremy couldn’t tell how long he had been staring into Terrence’s eyes, far too long, in his opinion. Nanny Smith had declared she would not allow them to move to the next stage of this ridiculous greeting until Jeremy was doing this part properly. So here he was, standing face to face in front of another sissy, holding hands and gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. And all the others were watching!
When Nanny Smith told them they could move on, his relief was short lived. Nothing could describe the shock Jeremy felt, when Terrence suddenly moved forward to hug him! Terrence’s hands found their way to firmly grasp each of Jeremy’s well-padded buttcheeks and he held this position, expecting Jeremy to do the same! Jeremy took one useless look at the others, with his heart racing, he reluctantly copied Terrence. With the two teenage sissy boys embracing in this manner, their frilly nappied fronts were rubbing together and their petticoats were rustling with even the slightest movement.
“Now, little Jeremy, you are going to give your fellow sissy baby wet sloppy kisses. With tongue. You’re not to stop until Nanny is satisfied you’re showing enough loving care for little Terrence here.”
Jeremy visibly winced, at this instruction. His red tush hurt too badly for him to fight it, especially with Terrence’s hands squeezing and reminding him of the recent spanking. He closed his eyes, hoping this would be over quickly, he didn’t want to look at who he was kissing, this was so gross! He could feel Terrence’s tongue enter his mouth and he hesitantly started a shamefully embarrassing kiss that even boyfriends and girlfriends wouldn’t do. The nannies watched, admiring the two sissy babies pressed up against each other in this manner for several minutes.
Jeremy could be forgiven for thinking that Terrence was the only one he would have to kiss in this way. But as each of the boys were lined up in front of him, and then each took their place next to him after the awful display they were forced to put on, he would learn that this was a daily ritual at the nursery. Each boy would end up greeting all of his classmates. The others, if they had the chance, would tell Jeremy they had endured it so often that they had started to enjoy it...or at least accept it. This was how the likes of them behaved.
With each overgrown toddler lined up with wet lips, from having exchanged saliva with nineteen other teenage boys, the nannies declared it was activity time. They were, once again, put in their groups of four and made to hold hands with their partner. Only, the groups of four were all lined up so it formed a crocodile line. They were led by the proud and stern nannies, to another room.
This room was just like the first, only instead of a mat, there were low plastic tables and little chairs. The tables had blank newspaper, the cheap sort of paper toddlers are given, and thick crayons strewn on them. Jeremy noticed that each table seemed to bear a name, Pansy, Fairy, Buttercup, Twinkle and Cream Puff. He and his group were ushered to the Pansy table. As he sat down, he glumly remembered how he had been teased in school and called a pansy, because of his small size. Perhaps this was meant to be. At the front of the class was a whiteboard with a large magnetic F on it.
Jeremy felt very infantile on his little seat. The others smiled shyly to him, he couldn’t quite believe this was his life now. In no time, he found himself trying to draw terrible scribbles of things that starts with F. Flowers, Foxes, Fire. The boys didn’t know it, but the girls’ product development class had specially designed the crayons to hamper the user’s ability to write and draw. No matter how hard he tried, every picture turned out a terrible mess and the nannies all cooed and praised him demeaningly as if he were picasso.
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I'm sorry for the delay. I've had quite a bad run with my health. I'm still not 100% but figured I owed you guys an update.
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There was something Jeremy couldn’t avoid, the more time that passed, the more it pushed itself into the forefront of his mind. His nappy steadily got soggier and soggier, as he drew frustrating scribbles. He was going to need a change. It was bad enough when his Mummy did it, but to have strangers change his nappy? The thought made his stomach twist into knots. But Jeremy was to find a far worse fate was to befall him than to have one of the uniformed nannies change him, he would soon be wishing they were.
At first, he didn’t notice. He was too busy stubbornly trying to draw a decent flower and prove he wasn’t a baby. Each time, he would be foiled. He was jolted out of this intense concentration, by a voice next to him, “Let’s check your nappy, Sissy.” Kneeling next to him was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. His dummy fell out and dangled on the end of it’s ribbon, he could feel his pecker stand to attention within the folds of his wet nappy. Damn she looked good!
She giggled and pushed his dummy back in, before speaking, “You must be new here, my name is Miss Lilly. Can you say Miss Lilly, sweetheart? It’s rude not to say hello to people.”
After spluttering and giving his dummy several slurps, he managed to lisp out around it, “Hewwo, Mith Lilly.” She had kept her finger firmly pressed on the guard, to ensure it didn’t fall out again. “Hello, Sissy, it’s very nice to meet you. Let’s go change your nappy, yes?” She held out her hand to him, clearly intending for him to follow her. A quick glance around the room confirmed that a group of girls from St Helen’s were there, not just this one pretty girl.
They walked, well he waddled, through one of the doorways and down a corridor. The corridor was lined with doors, each proudly displaying one of the group names. They came to a stop at the doorway marked ‘Pansy’, he almost didn’t want to see what was on the other side. The doorway was decorated with purple and pink pansy flowers and love hearts. He had no choice, however, and was rapidly tugged into the room.
Miss Lilly chattered to Jeremy, telling him what a pretty sissy baby he was, she could see straight away why he had been enrolled here and she looked forward to caring for him in the future. She was sure he was going to be her favourite in the Pansy group. She talked so much that he didn’t have a chance to get a word in! The room looked like a nursery bedroom, there were four stout pink painted cots, each with the occupant’s name embroidered into a wall hanging above the locking lid. A rocking chair occupied one corner and a well-stocked changing table sat in another. The room STUNK of stale pee and poop, causing Jeremy to screw his nose up. There were four diaper pails, each had a boy’s name on it, on the floor next to the changing table. The nursery school liked to count how many changes each boy needed through the day.
He made a pathetic whimpering, when he saw his name above one of the cots. Miss Lilly cooed in response, while helping him up onto the changing table, “It’s so pretty, isn’t it? I knew you would love your cot here, though I bet your cot at home is even prettier!”
“I don’t like thleeping in cotth, Nanny.” He finally replied, not daring to take the dummy out.
Before he could say more, she quickly replied, “Nonsense! All sissies love their pretty satiny cots and you are no exception. Even if you wore big boy clothes, everyone would know what a cute and lovely sissy you are.” She gave him a warning slap on his thigh, “Now, lift your botty so Miss Lilly can change you properly.”
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She was like an exotic beauty, Jeremy couldn’t take his eyes off her, once he was back to drawing with his crayons and in a dry nappy. She had pale blemish-free skin and dark hair that gently curled around her face. She was shorter than the average girl, but seemed to make up for that with a curvy body that bent inwards at the right places. Jeremy didn’t think he could ever deny her anything, he hated that she was seeing him as this...an overgrown sissy baby! She even called him a sissy, was that what he had become?
He sighed, absently drawing on his paper. Although it came out as the same scribbles as usual, the other members of the Pansy table knew what was on his mind. Many of the young charges in this nursery had experienced similar desires, they all ended in tragedy and his fantasies would too, soon enough. His thoughts were broken when Malcolm nudged him, “Hey, can I pleathe borrow your gween crayon? I can’t find mine.”
Jeremy passed over the crayon, not saying a word. Watching Malcolm and the other boys, they all seemed to be so much more engrossed in the task than he was. Did they all enjoy this? Did they want to be here? He didn’t see how this were possible, maybe they had been here for so long they had gotten used to it. He went back to his drawing, something he would later claim was fudge, determined to somehow escape or at least declare to the world that he didn’t want this. Surely someone would listen! Lilly, maybe? She seemed far too nice to force people into a life like this.
Jeremy was pretty sure, when Nanny Smith called for attention, that his nappies were on the damp side again. He couldn’t even remember wetting them...how had that happened? He didn’t want to call attention to this fact, he didn’t want the others to know, as silly a notion as that was. As he put his crayons into their tub and stood to hold Malcolm’s hand, he couldn’t help but wonder when he would wake up from this nightmare. Waking up was not on the agenda, however. Walking in pairs to the dining room was.
The building felt like a maze, from Jeremy’s perspective. All those doors and corridors leading to the various rooms. And they were all gaily decorated with bright babyish colours and patterns! When they reached the dining room, a table for each group greeted them. Around each table was four high chairs and four normal chairs. Some of the boys even looked eager to be helped up into their high chairs. Jeremy was not. It was very similar to the high chair he was forced to use at home and when he looked to the empty seat next to it, he found that Miss Lilly was going to be feeding him.
She babbled what he deemed to be baby nonsense, while securing a large plastic-backed bib around his neck and set a sectioned plastic plate in front of him. It had pureed spinach, carrots and steak and kidney. Eugh! Lilly, on the other hand, had chicken and egg sandwiches, an apple and a glass of orange juice. In between her own mouthfuls, she would spoon feed Jeremy, not letting him feed himself. Every time he kicked up a fuss and protested that he could feed himself, she would give him a withering glare that made him fearful she wouldn’t like him if he kept fighting her.
Lilly happily chatted to the other girls and nannies at the table, treating the boys as if they were far too young to understand the conversation. When his sloppy baby food was all gone, he was given a bottle of lukewarm formula to drink while she finished her lunch. Jeremy grew increasingly concerned when he heard them talk of an afternoon walk. Walk...meant going outside...where people could see them...none of the other boys were reacting to this news...WHAT?!
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Jeremy found he couldn’t stop cringing, as he waddled down the path towards St Helen’s. His heart was pounding at such a rapid pace, he hoped he would pass out and then wouldn’t have to endure this horror. Malcolm squeezed his mittened hand reassuringly, reinforcing the gesture with a wide smile. His comfort seemed for entirely different reasons to what Jeremy was decidedly nervous about.
The Pansy table were waddling in pairs with their shoes clicking on the path, their petticoats flouncing with the motion and the bells on their reins tinkling merrily. Jeremy was being made to hold Malcolm’s hand and they were behind the other pair, Rupert and Thomas. Miss Lilly was holding Malcolm and Rupert’s leash and another girl, Miss Jane, was holding his and Thomas’ leash.
Looking ahead, Jeremy thought that maybe, just maybe, no one would see them. It was class time, after all. But whenever he would glance up at the windows of the classroom, he could see girls pointing, sniggering and talking to their neighbours. He could only imagine what they were saying, but the imagination could be a cruel thing. His cheeks were bright red, he felt like he was going to cry at any moment, and to make matters worse...he was soaking his nappies and hadn’t even felt the flow start!
They weaved their way through the school, around buildings and even walking past the field where students were exercising! Miss Lilly and Miss Jane made the boys stop and wave to the students, when they were close enough. When Jeremy refused, Miss Jane grabbed hold of his wrist and waved his hand for him. He bit his lip and whimpered, when he saw a couple of students approaching.
“Jane! Is that a new one? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before. He is awfully cute though! Are the curls natural? Are his nappies wet?” One of the girls busily started lifting his skirts and playing with his curls, as she fired off these questions.
“Yeah, he probably is wet, it’s only his first day and he’s got no control at all. We’d only just changed him after lunch too! With his natural curls and…” Jeremy burst into tears, unable to take the humiliation, “...sissiness, I think he’s right where he belongs.”
“Awww, he’s crying! Do you reckon he’s happy?” The girl gave him a condescending hug, while her friend spoke up.
“He looks kind of familiar, I think he’s that shrimp my brother goes to school with...or rather used to go to school with. Wait til I tell him where he is now!”
This only made Jeremy sob louder, wailing. The other babies tried their best to console him with their overly soppy hugs and kisses, Jeremy was too distraught to push them away. The two students would have continued to press the issue with mock concern, had it not been for their irate teacher calling for them to return to the class. They rolled their eyes and gave Jeremy a peck on the cheek, before giggling and running back to their exercises.
Jeremy wanted this walk to end, it felt like an eternity since it had begun. The girls somehow managed to waste at least an hour, before heading back towards the nursery school. Jeremy wondered where the other groups had walked to, he hadn’t seen any at the school. His thoughts were interrupted by the girls’ chatter. Jane stated to Lilly, “Next time, I want to choose where we go since you chose the school this time, okay?”
Lilly smiled sweetly, in response, “Sure, Jane, fair is fair. Though you have to admit, we had to show off Jeremy on his first day. The girls would have killed us if we didn’t.”
“Oh yeah, of course.”
Jeremy looked at the other three boys. Why didn’t they look upset? Did they like being babies or were they just trying to avoid punishment? Were they all like him and was being made to be here because they wet the bed? He felt like he needed someone to confide in, but he wasn’t sure he would ever get the chance.
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I hope this story comeback someday
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I also hope it returns it a great story. :)
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Things still aren't great for me, but I figured you guys ought to have a new chapter.
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Jeremy had been silent for much of the walk back to the nursery. He felt like his life was over and his fate was sealed. Now that his old friends were sure to know where he was and what he had become, he could never go back. He didn’t think his mother ever would let him go back. It all felt so very hopeless. Sometimes, he would steal a look at Miss Lilly. She seemed so nice and gentle, but she seemed to have no problem with embarrassing him in this way. Did she genuinely believe this was where he belonged? It all felt too much to bear.
When they got back to the nursery, the nannies who greeted them declared it was nap time. Looking at Jeremy’s tear-stained face was all the confirmation she needed that the little ones were overtired. They were all led back to the pansy nursery room, where they were prepared for their nap.
Each boy was dressed daintily in a silky nightdress, mittens, bootees and a sleep bonnet. Each boy was laid down on his silky, satiny, lacy sheets, covering crinkly plastic. Each boy was given a bottle of lukewarm formula and covered with a baby blanket. Each boy lisped a night night and gave a soppy kiss to the girls, as they tucked them in. Each boy, but Jeremy. Jeremy needed prompting. He was too sullen and despondent to be affectionate.
When the door was closed, light still filtered into the room around the frilly curtain. The room was quiet, save for the sounds of three boys suc-kling and one boy quietly sniffling. His bottle was tossed into a corner and he was curled up into as much of a ball as his thick nappies would allow. The others seemed to accept what was going on so willingly, it scared him. It was like looking at his future. A part of himself tried to make it all seem okay, he didn’t want to be unhappy, after all. At least with this life, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything. He would never be tired. He didn’t even need to worry about making choices. But none of that seemed to win out over the pervading sense that all was lost.
After a while, the other boys seemed to have fallen asleep. Jeremy was still awake. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked up. It was one of the nannies, come to check on her young charges. She saw Jeremy was still awake in an instant. The look of disapproval on her face was not a pretty sight for him. She strode over to him and, in a harsh whisper, pushed the bottle into his mouth, “Drink up, baby! Unless you want a trip over Nanny’s lap, after nap time!”
The bottle tasted as icky as it always did, but as he got into a rhythm of suc-king and swallowing, he could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier. The last thing he heard, as he drifted off to sleep, was his nanny telling him nap time would get easier, once he was used to it. She smiled and pulled his blanket up over him, after poking a finger through the leg hole to check him.
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So happy !!! Wonderful chapter ! Really love this story
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This story is wonderful. I hope things get better for you, Ahiru. Thank you for taking the time to share.
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Wonderful story. Has many possible futures, all sweet.
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Great story <3
Is this story finished or might there be a continuation in the future? :)
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This is another short chapter, but it finishes on a slight cliffhanger for you all. I promise I won't make you wait long for more.
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The days blend into weeks, the weeks blend into months and the months blend into years. The longer Jeremy endured the mundane monotony of his new life, the more he found himself slipping into what they had forced him to become. Much to his horror, he was the sweet sissy baby who gave people sweet kisses, prided himself on his terrible crayon drawings and he even found himself getting cranky if he didn’t get his afternoon nap. He still got pulled over a lap from time to time, but nowhere near as often as those first few months of hell. Jeremy was ashamed of what he had become.
Babysitters and nursemaids came and left over the years. He still burned with shame whenever they treated him like this was the life he was always meant to live. He tried not to get too attached to each girl who came from St Helen’s, not after Lilly. She went off to university and started a life he knew he would never experience.
One Saturday, while he was taking his afternoon nap, his mother heard a knock at the door. Rather than being surprised, she smiled and eagerly went to greet her expected visitors. Standing at the door was a plump woman of her age with a cheerful and experienced smile. At her side was, of all people, an older and more mature Lilly!
“Hello Mrs James, it is so good to see you! Did you have trouble finding the place? And Miss Lilly, my, aren’t you looking so grown up and mature! I remember when Jeremy first met you.”
Mrs James stepped into the doorway and started to unbutton her coat, “We had no trouble at all, deary, you have a lovely home here and I hear you have a very sweet son. Where is the sweet cherub?”
Lilly stepped in behind her mother and smiles sweetly, “He’s probably having his afternoon nap, Mother, sissies such as him get awfully cranky if he doesn’t get his afternoon nap. Can I peek in and look at him, Mrs Wakeling?”
“I’m sure your mother would like a look too, Lilly. If we’re all very quiet, I don’t see why not.”
The trio crept down the hall, the two visitors stepped with restrained excitement at seeing the pathetic sissybaby again. When they reached the nursery door, his mother opened it and then stepped aside. That frilly feminine room was revealed and in it’s overly frilly cot lay a boy fast asleep and oblivious to his audience. His dummy bobbed in and out of his mouth rhythmically, a steady line of drool trickled down his cheek and onto the satin sheet he lay on, babies didn’t get pillows. Although most of him was under the silk quilted eiderdown, his very plump nappied bottom stuck out of the side, already soaked. His curls were even easier to see, after years of having his hair grow out and his pale and blemish free skin would make any girl jealous.
None of the women spoke a word. Lilly checked his nappy and when she found it wet, she nodded to the others with a knowing smile. Having seen what they wanted, they all filed out of the room and down to the dining room for a coffee and a chat.
“Does he really have no control?” Mrs James asked, while moving to sit in a chair, “Even when Lilly told me of the babies, I couldn’t quite believe it.”
“He has none whatsoever. Even if I ever wanted to potty train him, he will never be ready for it. It would be setting him up for failure.” Mrs Wakeling replied, while getting a pot of coffee ready, “And how are you going, Lilly? I heard you passed your studies with honours, that is a very commendable effort.”
“Yes, I’ve gotten several job offers from some larger banks, as a result. Mother thinks I should make them wait a year to recruit me, she said you had a proposition for me?”
Mrs Wakeling sat down with the coffee pot, the mugs and other required items were already laid out, “Yes, I do, but allow me to start at the beginning. You see, Jeremy comes from a very special family…”
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Soo happy that you are back !!! I hope to see more of this lovely story
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Thank you very much for continuing this lovely story.
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Hi. Oh thank you Ahiria for writing bunches more for your story. I just adore forced diapering stories. I cant wait to read more!
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Ahiru,
I must have missed your story earlier but just read it through and enjoyed it.
I hope that your health has improved.