Chapter 9

“What dummy?” asked Doug unaware of what he was doing because he was still in a stupor.

“The one you are nursing Doug” said Kate with a trace of a sneer. Doug came awake with a jolt and realised what he had in his mouth. He looked as surprised as the two women stood next to him.

“Where did that come from?” he asked

“I think we can guess Doug. Twins, come here right now.” shouted Kate. Doug took the dummy out of his mouth and looked at it as if it had come from outer space. There was a part of him that would like to keep it and that made him feel insecure. The twins entered the room. “Do you know anything about this?” she asked. The twins looked awkward. Gina put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a similar pink dummy.

Doug compared what was in her hand to the one he now held in his. He lost his temper and started swearing at the twins in words that are not worthy to be repeated here. He then switched his attack to Kate and tore in to her calling her names and swearing with language fit for the gutter. It was nurse Julie who took the dummy from Gina’s hand and stuffed it into Doug’s ranting mouth.

“Enough” she ordered “I’ll not have foul mouthed talk like this in front of my charges. That dummy stays in until I think you have stopped behaving like a baby and taken on a more responsible and grown up attitude.” Doug went to take it out and before he could complete the task Nanny had inserted a wide pink ribbon through the handle and tied the soother firmly into his mouth so ending any future dialogue.

The family were dismissed and Julie pulled back the blankets to reveal Doug in his soft jammies. She pulled down the bottoms to reveal a very wet nappy showing though the plastic pants. He had slept so soundly that he had wet himself thoroughly. Julie showed no emotion, but calmly told him to lift up and cooperate as she took off his pyjama  bottoms, pull down the pants, undo the pins that fastened his nappy and put the wet things in his nappy bucket. He suc-ked morosely on his do do, not knowing how he had arrived back at the position he had been in over a week ago.

Julie was not judgemental, she was not antagonistic, she was a professional nanny doing what she had been trained to do - look after babies and young children. so it was with care and skill she replaced Doug’s protection with a clean nappy and fresh plastic pants. She turned him over and made sure that there were no stray areas of nappy that were not enclosed by the protective nappy cover. She gave his bottom a couple of playful pats and told him to lie on his back so that she could put back his dry pyjama bottoms.

“You cannot stay in bed all day, so we should get you up so that you can go down for something to eat. You have missed lunch, so I will make you some nice soup. I’ve looked everywhere for your dressing gown but it appears that you don’t have one, so I am going to loan you my bed jacket, it’s really warm, soft and toasty, so I hope you will enjoy it.” she told him. He cooperated as she fed his arms into her soft jacket, it smelt of her perfume and Doug felt himself becoming aroused in his soft new nappy. He was helped to swing his legs round so that he could get out of his bed. Julie told him to put his arm round her so she could support him while he found his balance.
They went down to the kitchen and Julie heated up the soup she had made for him. However, before she served up the soup she tied the white terry bib round his neck. “I don’t want you getting my new bed jacket messy” she said kindly. Doug picked up the spoon. Julie laughed and untied his dummy “Better to take this out first?” she laughed gently pulling out his dummy leaving a stream of drool to fall onto his bib. Doug looked embarrassed. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not yourself right now and you have been really sick recently.” He clumsily tried to manoeuvre  his spoon into the soup but it slipped his grasp and splashed into the bowl. He immediately glanced down horrified that he might have spoiled his nurse’s lovely bed jacket. it was with a huge sense of relief that he say his brand new bib was now stained with minestrone soup. He started to tear up, when was his misery going to end? Here he was sitting in a baby’s nappy and plastic pants encased in a very childish pair of pyjamas and wearing what looked to all and purposes like a baby’s matinee jacket and to top it all he was now wearing a dirty bib and on the table was his pink dummy. His lips started to tremble and he broke into tears.

Julie picked up the spoon, filled the bowl and offered it to his mouth. Doug took a taste and decided it was the nicest thing he had ever eaten. The delicious soup quieted his crying and he immediately warmed to his new carer who regarded him kindly. In no time the soup was finished. “Right, you go and sit in the lounge by the fire and cover yourself with the blanket I have put on the cushion for you. I will bring you a drink shortly.”

Doug waddled into the lounge unsteadily because his legs were still weak from his lack of exercise having been laid up in a hospital bed for so long. In his infantile pyjamas padded out with a thick nappy and his babyish matinee jacket he looked just like a baby learning to take his first steps. The dirty bib did nothing to improve his image, nor did the pink dummy hanging around his neck. The twins took one look at him and burst into laughter. Kate who was bouncing Charlotte on her knee could not help but join in the merriment at his appearance.

Kate spoke out to the girls barely managing to control her own emotions “Now girls, behave yourselves, you know Doug has been very ill.” The sudden appearance of Julie carrying a baby’s bottle of juice did nothing to improve the situation and it immediately sparked off fresh laughing as the nurse sat beside Doug and started to feed him his bottle. When Doug caught a bubble and started spluttering they were laughing almost hysterically.

“Really?” asked Julie “is this what you consider to be funny. First you nearly poison the poor boy, damage him so badly that he ends up in hospital and nearly dies; and now you find it funny that he has the strength of an infant. Well shame on you all. What do you think his father will make of all these goings on? Do you think that he is going to find it easy to forgive you for humiliating his only son whom he has not seen for nearly six months. He would be horrified if he knew what was going on here.”

The room went deathly quiet.

Chapter 7

He felt chilly and shivered, Kate took him up to bed. Over the coming hour, Doug developed a very high temperature and continued to be nauseous throwing up in the bucket that contained a dash of Dettol. He drifted in and out of sleep before developing a fever that made him delirious. His temperature soared and Kate was beginning to become worried, maybe the sell by dates were important after all. She seemed to have deliberately poisoned her stepson. By late evening Doug had soiled himself three times and was making good progress using the delivered nappies. He now had a chronic case of nappy rash that was so severe that he might need to go without wearing a nappy for fear of inducing an infection. Kate sat by him throughout the night but Doug was was deteriorating quickly. The lesions in his nappy area had allowed toxins from his eliminations to penetrate his blood stream and he now had a blood infection. Kate knew as a doctor that septicaemia was not a condition that she could treat at home and that Doug would need some really strong antibiotics if he was hoping to pull through.

The ambulance arrived and Doug was rushed to hospital where he was immediately connected to an intravenous drip and in his other arm a constant flow of saline solution to rehydrate his damaged body. The nurses were horrified by the state of the old soiled nappies he was wearing and appalled by the filthy old plastic pants and lack of any barrier creams or skin protection. He was gently cleaned, coated in thick creams and salves, then put into a clean disposable nappy. They were puzzled as to why a young teenager should present to them wearing nappies, a bib and most confusingly a pink dummy was pinned to him. The team were less surprised when they discovered it was a disliked colleague from the urology department that was the carer of this young charge.

Kate was questioned by the head of her department and by the consultant looking after the ICU that day. She tried to explain that Doug was undergoing her continence reinforcement programme but had huge difficulties in explaining the baby’s bib and soother. It was after much cross examination that she had to confess that he was being punished for his babyish behaviour and not being in favour of corporal punishment had opted for the humiliation of treating him like a baby. The hospital’s laboratory had determined that his sickness was probably caused by a rogue bacteria in one of the jars of baby food, but his illness of chronic infection was down to her negligence.

After more than a week, Doug slowly recovered and was allowed to leave hospital. The nurses had cared and looked after him with care and affection. The filthy clothes he came in were discarded and burnt in the hospital incinerator, but he was given the pretty sun dress to take home in an hospital plastic bag. Kate had provided the hospital with a set of his clothes to return home in. She packed his regular underwear but also packed a pair of his training pants (just in case). The hospital decided that the protective underwear was probably necessary as Doug had not managed to remain dry all the time.

Chapter 8

Doug arrived home to find that Nanny had been replaced with a new nanny who wanted to be called Nurse Julie. She was a bit older than the last nanny and seemed to be quite old-fashioned and old school which basically meant she was far more strict. Julie had been fully appraised of Doug’s situation and had taken one look at the old nappies that he had been expected to wear and thrown them out along with the old plastic pants. She had a reputation to maintain and her nappies were gleaming white, pristinely clean and impeccable for any of her young charges.

The twins were released from their duties looking after Charlotte who was already under new the training regime of nurse Julie. Her baby bottles had been cleaned sterilised and dried, along with the numerous teats and were stored away in a plastic crate ready for storage. She was grizzling about being made to drink from a sippy cup, she was also bemoaning the loss of her dummy and the baby blanket she used to carry around with her as a comforter.

Using her considerable resources, Julie had already located and sourced new nappies specifically designed for older children or teens with special needs. There were pull up plastic pants and vinyl pants with poppers for Doug to wear at night until he could be relied on to keep his bed dry. She had also purchased two terry towelling bibs in case there was any problems with his dexterity following his life threatening trip to hospital. She had talked to his nursing staff and understood that he was extremely weak and needed a lot of time to recover his strength, mobility and muscle coordination.

Nurse Julie welcomed Doug with a hug, Kate could hardly look at him as her actions had landed her with a number of uncomfortable interviews that had seriously undermined her position within the urology department. The twins were bemused by all that had happened, they outwardly showed concern for him but in reality he was not a real part of their family. Charlotte was the only person who seemed genuinely glad that he had come home and kept shouting his name repeatedly.

Doug was damp and had had an accident in his training pants in the ride home with Kate. Julie rushed him upstairs and carefully cleaned and dried him, coated him in barrier cream and then decided that for the time being he would be better off back in nappies until he found his feet again. He was so tired from the previous week that he was ready for a nap and Julie put him back to bed in a new pair of Wincyette pyjamas that she had bought for his return. Doug felt so warm and softly pampered that he fell into a deep and contented sleep. The curtains were drawn but the blinds were left up, so that the room was dim but not in blackness.

The twins were not as innocent as they appeared and had been on eBay and bought two very large pink dummies that were adult sized and perfect replicas designed for adult babies. As Doug was sleeping the two of them crept into his room and desperately trying not to giggle played the teat of the dummy across his lips. In his deep sleep he allowed the dummy into his mouth and within seconds was suc-king happily. The twins left quickly, bursting into fits of laughter as they rushed down the landing. They almost collided with the new nurse in their flight and this just increased the strength of their mirth. Julie looked puzzled and shrugged off the event.

It was hours later when Doug woke up, but he was not alone because both Julie and Kate were stood at his bedside. In his mouth was the pink dummy donated secretly by the twins. He opened his eyes, saw the two women and frantically renewed his suc-king. “Where did you get that dummy from?” asked Julie.

Part 7

   At long last, the ladies reached the end of their book discussion. The whole time, Jamie and a very jittery Bobby had sat in silent misery while the discussion droned on and on. As the ladies finished up, Daphne nudged the boys up from their seats. Jamie was on edge again but also morbidly curious about what was next. It appeared they would have to do more “hostess” duties, but he had no idea what they would be. Bobby, on the other hand, had a look of dread on his face as if he had been expecting this.

   â€śWe have some little goodies for you to take home, ladies. Please enjoy the sweets!” Mrs. Green explained. Under Daphne’s supervision, Jamie and Bobby handed out small packages of candies to all the ladies. The candies were wrapped up in pink mesh pouches and tied off with curly pink ribbons. All the pretty little packages were tastefully arranged in a white wicker basket trimmed with fussy pink ribbons. Jamie was assigned the task to carry the dainty basket full of treats around to each table. For each lady in the room, Bobby would then retrieve one of the little pink bags from Jamie’s basket and prissily present it. All the ladies marveled at how darling and well behaved the boys were contrasted with their last meeting. Bobby got many more compliments about how precious he looked as he minced around the room. Jamie also got his fair share of comments about his pretty apron.

   Jamie hated being part of this whole scene. He wanted to talk to Bobby to find out how all this had happened, but he wanted most just to get away! At the same time, Jamie found it almost impossible NOT to look at Bobby as he skittered delicately about in all his sissified glory. Once again, he found himself staring at Bobby’s darling hairbow that he himself had pinned in place. Bobby’s shiny Mary Janes click-clacked on the floor with each step, and the layers of his billowy skirt were constantly floating up. Jamie winced every time he saw Bobby’s plump pink lips and remembered how uncomfortable it was to put lip gloss on his newly petticoated classmate. It also reminded him that his lips looked the same way after he had been forced to share Bobby’s lip gloss. This whole afternoon had been unsettling and surreal! Jamie soon found out there was one last matter on the agenda. It was excruciating to watch.

   â€śBefore we close, Bobby has another little treat for us. He’s been in his dresses all week to prepare for his hostess duties today,” Mrs. Green began, “and rest assured that he doesn’t just laze about the house once he is frocked and petticoated!”  She explained, “he’s had quite a full schedule of household chores, and I’ve ACTUALLY got him doing his homework for once!” She added, “I also set aside ample time for him to practice his etiquette and deportment.”  She continued, “Daphne even made the helpful suggestion that he could practice serving refreshments with some of her old dolls, so he’s put on some of the cutest little tea parties under her supervision!” She concluded, “and Daphne also squeezed in time to teach him a charming little song. I can’t tell you how excited he is to sing it for us!”

   Incredulous, Jamie watched as Bobby walked sheepishly back to the front of the room. Bobby’s face was bright red again. It soon became clear that this is what he had been dreading the most. Then, Daphne grabbed Jamie’s hand and led him to a chair next to her. They sat down right in front of Bobby. “I just know you want a front row seat for your sweetheart’s performance, Jamie,” she said teasingly. Jamie blushed again and Bobby looked miserable. Daphne hit a button on her phone, and some chords of piano music began to play over a pair of wireless speakers. Nearly in anguish, Bobby looked helplessly at his mother, but she just smiled wryly and made a hand gesture for him to proceed.

     Squirming in discomfort himself, Jamie thought that he vaguely recognized the tune from somewhere, but he couldn’t place it. Sitting next to him, Daphne began to mouth the words for her petticoated brother and coach him along. After a few chords, Bobby started to sing in a small, wavering voice. When Jamie heard him sing the first few words, it hit him.

                         â€śOn The Good Ship Lollipop
                         It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
                         Where bon-bons play
                         On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay”

   â€śOh my God,” Jamie thought with amazement. “He’s singing that Shirley Temple song!” Jamie watched dumbfounded as his furiously blushing classmate sang several verses of “The Good Ship Lollipop.” If that wasn’t enough, he was also performing a whole routine of hand motions and childish gestures to go along with the juvenile lyrics! His layered skirt bounced up over and over again to expose his petticoat and rhumba panties as he gesticulated girlishly. Reaching the last verse, Bobby sang,

                         â€śOn The Good Ship Lollipop
                         It's a night trip, into bed you hop
                         And dream away
                         On The Good Ship Lollipop

                         You'll awake with a tummy ache!”

     When Bobby sang, “…and dream away,” he put his palms together sweetly against his cheek as if he was going to sleep. Then, when he sang “…awake with a tummy ache!” he rubbed his own tummy in a very childish way. To make it even worse, it felt to Jamie like Bobby was singing directly to him because of where he was sitting. Jamie cringed repeatedly at how sissyish the whole performance was… it was like watching a petticoated train wreck!

   As the music ended, the ladies erupted into more titters and applause. Jamie heard comments of “So precious!” “He looks so sweet in his dress!” and “Encore, Encore!” At Daphne’s prodding, the thoroughly emasculated teen performed one last dainty curtsey. Jamie felt his skin crawl in sympathetic embarrassment, and he saw Mrs. Green had recorded the whole thing on her phone!

   Mrs. Green spoke with pride, “Wonderful Bobby!  Just wonderful!” Then, she added for the group, “I’ll bet I heard that song fifty times this week as he practiced it with Daphne, but it turned out adorably!” Several of the ladies openly chuckled at that as Bobby just stood there looking like a bashful little child.

     Although it remained hidden under his frilly apron, the unwelcome excitement in Jamie’s pants returned with a vengeance!

You have a very good story going.  I have a funny feeling that Jamie is going to have his own petticoat experience very soon.  Keep going and run with this story.  You have a masterpiece going.

I just love where you made the plot for Jamie while.he is sissy and dressed as sissy but aissy boy in very sissy boish attire. Its special and from some.point of.view even more degrading and sissifying then total girly wear. The way that he is reluctantly participate in the sissification of his friend is just art. Thanks!!!!!