Chapter 9

As my wife/mommy and her invited guests, mostly from her workplace and friends, watched us, Aunt Beth sat me up and started to play patty cake with me.  She sang loudly and kept repeating it over and over until I fully engaged in it with her.

When she finished, there was applause and laughs coming from the other side of the fence.  When I looked over there, several people had their phones out filming me.  "Smile nice sissy!  Why don't you teach her to sing too Beth?  Come on widdle sissy girl, sing with Auntie Beth."

Auntie Beth told me if I didn't, she was going to change me right then and there.  As I started to sing I could hear the laughter get louder and even Aunt Beth started to giggle.  " Such a good baby girl!  Just for that we will stop. 

Because you were such a good widdle sissy, I have a special binky for you.  She took out a rubber pen-is that was about 6 inches long and limp.  She bounced it around in her hand for a bit.  "Open wide sissy girl!"  When I didn't she was not happy.  "Mommy, your baby girl asked if you will come around and help me with her."

Soon my mouth was being held open and the tip of the "binky" set inside my lips.  "That's mommy's girl, suc-ky suc-ky."  Auntie Beth kept sliding it in and out of my mouth, each time pushing it a little farther in.  After a while she got it in about as far as she could.  "Now if you don't want worse, suc-k on your binky baby girl and don't let it come out."

I sat there for what seemed like hours but I knew it was probably not quite an hour.  I was drooling all over the bib they had on me.  Everyone watched me have to crawl and play with the baby toys in the yard while I suc-ked my binky like the other two babies that were out there, only theirs were really baby pacifiers.

Auntie Beth diaper checked me several times by sticking her hand in.  When she did, she lifted my dress so that my full diapers were visible to everyone. "Awwww look at her cute little princess diapers!"  She made sure everyone got a good look.

"Okay let's get you changed widdle girly."  I panicked as I saw one of the assistants take my diaper bag from my wife and start to put out my changing things.  "Look at her cute little changing mat.  It matches your diapee, doesn't it sissy girl"  My diaper bag was full of all the matching princess items for my diapers.

Each item was carefully taken out and shown to everyone then set next to me.  I cried as I was told if I sang that I wouldn't get changed in front of everyone.  When I finally realized the inevitable was about to happen, Auntie Beth leaned close and whispered, "Now now sissy girl, I said I would change you then if you didn't sing with me.  I didn't say I wouldn't change you later.  Poor sissy girl wet her diapee again. Now keep your paci in while I get you changed."

I cried as I was changed in front of everyone, which just reinforced my infantile status.  I could hear the clicks and sounds of phones recording every moment.  "Awww is my poor baby cwying? Don't cry little pwincess, Auntie Beth will get you all changed, won't you Auntie Beth?"  "Look at her cute little bottom squirm.  She is really a tight one."

She took her time as she changed me, even checking her phone several times while she had my legs apart and my diaper off.  Everyone could see that my wife kept me hairless just like a baby.  After I was powdered and rash cream put on, a fresh diaper was taped up and Aunt Beth patted my bottom and set me down on all fours to crawl around and play.  "There you are pwincess, all dry for now, but not for long I'm sure!"

62.
There was a knock at Brenda’s door and Sandra poked her head in.
“It’s both of them, madam.  I’ll send them to get dressed.”
“Yes, do that, Sandra.  Then you can show them in together.  Tell them I have a visitor, so the need to look their best, okay?  Oh, and make sure Davinia brings one of her dolls with her.”
“Yes, madam.”
“Perfect!  Let’s have some coffee while we wait, shall we?  Filter okay?”
“Fine…  Brenda…?   Am I allowed to take a snap or two?   Just for…”
“Oh, please do!  Please.  Simone loves to pose for the camera…and Davinia…well, it all helps him to accept his new persona…”

They had to wait fifteen minutes or so.  Then there was a soft knock at the door.  Brenda peered at the frosted glass.
“I believe she’s sent them by themselves.  Good work.  I wonder if…we’ll see.”  She raised her voice.  “Come in.”
The door opened slowly.  Myra knew at once which was which.  First in was a handsome boy wearing a little shiny red dress, short and clingy, black fishnets and sparkly red heels.  His makeup was impressive, though perhaps a bit liberal with the mascara.  A hint of blusher, bright red lipstick, and thick lightened hair obviously in transition from a male to a female style.  He had an expectant smile on his face.  Behind him came Davinia, whom he was pulling in by the hand, and whose hand he didn’t let go of once they were inside and presented for inspection.  Davinia seemed slightly embarrassed by the physical connection, but also somehow reassured.  Brenda was ecstatic.
“Girls!  You both look wonderful!”
“Never seen them hand-in-hand before,” she murmured to Myra.  “So cute…”
Davinia was definitely the subordinate.  His brown hair had been curled, and he was wearing a lightweight orange gingham shift, elasticated under the arms and with a simple round neckline and short puff sleeves, the sleeves and hem, which barely hid a pair of pink frilled bloomers, trimmed with lace.  His simple costume was completed with white frilled ankle socks and orange patent leather Mary Janes.  In his free hand he held a large girl-doll by one arm, whose outfit was in stark contrast to his own; a short, tight-waisted shiny pink dress with flared hem, pink boots and black fishnets, and red hair.
Myra took a deep breath.  “Archie would fit in perfectly here,” she thought.  And to Brenda she said,
“Wow.  They look great.  Archie would love them.  That outfit of Simone’s is just the sort of thing he’d go for…”
“Boys, this is Mrs Donnelly.  She’s thinking of sending her son Archie to join us.  Archie’s a little bit younger.  If she did, would you be able to look after him, and help him to fit in?”
“Yes, miss, Mrs Donnelly.  We’d be happy to.  Wouldn’t we, Davinia?”
David looked less enthusiastic, but nodded obediently.  Brenda, apparently eager to demonstrate her degree of control over David, spoke to him with the slightest hint of a threatening edge to her voice.
“Davinia, don’t hang back.  Come here and say hello to Mrs Donnelly.  And tell her how you like it here.  And tell her about your doll.  I haven’t told her yet how much you like your dolls…”
That last remark seemed to strike fear into him.  He quickly stepped forward, giving Myra a flash of pink bloomer..
“Mithuth Donnelly…good morning.  Yeth, it’th thuper fun.  I like to play with Thimone and the otherth.  I like betht playing with my dollth.  Thith ith Draculaura, one of my favouriteth…”
“She very pretty,” smiled Myra.  “Almost as pretty as you…”
“Good girl,” said Brenda smugly.  “Right.  Off you go, then.  Auntie Frances is waiting for you in the gym.  Be good girls, won’t you?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Yeth, mith…” 

Chapter 129.

Barbara and Kaiya understood each other perfectly.  Nicole had already registered the fact, and had thought what a great team they’d make if they actually followed through on their plan.  She had encouraged them to experiment, and not to be shy – not that she thought either of them was lacking in confidence.  On this day, a glance and a nod between them had been sufficient confirmation of their intentions.  Bobby would be a helpless onlooker – had this been Nicole’s intention in supplying the stand? – and the cute Chantal was a bonus.  They would even have a critical audience to supply some feedback on their performance.
Kaiya looked around the room.  In front of the fireplace was a large, thick, shaggy white rug.  She detached herself gently from Chantal’s embrace and rose from the sofa.
“Snuggle up to Barbara for a minute, darling…”
Chantal did as she was told, registering a slightly heavier, sweeter perfume than Kaiya was wearing.
Kaiya dragged the rug across the polished wooden floor and placed it in front of Bobby and in full view of the ladies.  Then, with a significant nod to Barbara, she resumed her seat and took Chantal in her arms again. 
Barbara picked up her little backpack from the floor and left the room. 
“Where’s she going, Kaiya…?”
“Nowhere.  She’ll be back right away.  Now Chantal, we may have a surprise for you…”
“A surprise?”
“Yes.  So…”  She reached down into her backpack and pulled out a little velvet blindfold   “I’d like you to put this on.  Don’t worry.  Just for a few minutes.  Then you’ll see everything…”
“Okay…if you say so, Kaiya…”
“Good girl…  Here, I’ll do it for you…that okay?”
“Yes, thanks…”
In five minutes Barbara was back.  Her reappearance elicited gasps from the ladies.
“What’s going on, Kaiya?”
“Nothing, Chantal.  As I said, it’s just a little surprise.  Be patient…”
Projecting from the front of Barbara’s leather shorts was a smooth black dil-do (training level) with a gentle upward curve, terminating in a slightly bulbous head.  The leather harness was strapped tightly over her shorts and hardly visible, being also of black leather.  Barbara put a finger to her lips to stifle any give-away remarks.  She resumed her seat and turned to Chantal.

She began by stroking the girl’s cheek, and running the tip of one fingernail along her lips.  Parting them slightly, she slid her finger into Chantal’s mouth and pushed it between her teeth.  Chantal could smell the warm latex of her fingerless glove under her nose.  She wondered what was coming next.  She began to tremble.  It was so intrusive – but exciting at the same time.  The finger explored her tongue, then withdrew.  Then she felt Barbara’s arm slide behind her back and encircle her waist.  She was strong.  With a sudden movement she lifted Chantal up and pulled her on top of her, at the same time sliding off the sofa until they were lying on the thick shaggy rug.  For an instant Chantal felt something cool touch her inner thigh, but as she settled on top of Barbara she opened her thighs so that her knees and lower legs were on the rug either side of her.  Barbara now had both arms around her waist, her hands clasped in the small of Chantal’s back.
“K-Kaiya…?”
But there was no reply.  Kaiya too had now left the room…

Thanks mikeh for you comment and continuing support. I do intend to continue this story to its conclusion if there is a demand though updates will not be as regular or as frequent as previous. We're nearing the end now though Daisy still has a few adventures and humiliations ahead of her.

18. TEA TIME FOR TODDLERS


At last that horrible pair of Craddock's left, taking with them the nosey neighbours. Maybe now he could get changed out of these awful clothes, but his waving arms and persistent cries of "Unphh" attracted no attention at all.


The smell of food being prepared caused him to salivate, increasing the active use of his pacifier which was bobbing about in his mouth as he unwillingly suc-ked on it quite vigorously. He hadn't realised just how hungry he had become. "I was about to suggest that you might want to join us at the dinner table as a grown up Daisy. But I can see you're far to engrossed in your baby time enjoying suc-king on your pacifier and still playing with your toys to want to be disturbed right now." Daisy mentally kicked herself for that lapse in her behaviour and missed opportunity.


He had no control over his current environment so he would just have to bide his time until he had the freedom of movement and an opportunity to speak to his mother which came sooner than he thought as his mother announced it was time for dinner. He was still confined in his playpen and still dressed in the ridiculous outfit which was entirely inappropriate, considering he was still wearing his cape and bonnet and muff. He was dressed ready to go out again not sit down for a meal, surely they could see that. Maybe now he could gain his freedom from these ridiculous set of clothes and to return to the life he had that morning before he had been beset by problems at the Mall.
"Rachael will you fetch Powder-Puff she needs strapped into her highchair ready for dinner." Daisy was a little perplexed to say the least. She didn’t recall anyone saying anything to him about his being required to use a highchair this was another piece of new and very unwelcome news. He didn't want to eat sat in a high chair. It would just provide a further reason for him to remain all dressed up as a two year old. But he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, it appeared that he was to be given the opportunity to demonstrate the depths he was prepared to go to to establish himself as the baby of the house. "Just unfasten his tethers from this harness and bring him through."

Daisy recalled an earlier conversation all be it one-sided, with his mother earlier that afternoon. "Follow me Daisy," and he did dutifully waddling behind. "No I want you to crawl. It will help you become a better baby. You do want to be a better baby don’t you? Irene Craddock certainly wants you to be. Perhaps I should mention your misbehaviour to her and see what extra joy she can bring into your world?  Or I could just paddle the back of your legs until you do as I want but I'd rather you did it willingly. Remember I can make you do anything I want Daisy you can't do anything for yourself you're very dependent on mommy. Can't get her mittens off, can't get out of her baby harness, can't even remove her pacifier, you're really pretty helpless just like a real baby, so why don't we just have you crawl like one as well? What do you say? It is the preferred means for babies to get around isn't it? Does baby need her nappies changing?" Yes he did. He took the point she was making and dropped onto his hands and knees and crawled. "That's much better don't you agree Daisy? See you're a natural, a little practice and you'll be racing around like a proper little rug rat and just what would your friends make of that I wonder?"

His sister swung open the gate of his playpen and unlatched his tethers as instructed. "OMG!" exclaimed Rachel in surprise at Powder-Puff's behaviour. She had expected him to get up and waddle into the dining area but to his utter shame he delivered another crushing blow to his self esteem and hammered another nail into his coffin as he provided extra evidence of his desperate desire to be accepted as a sissy by choosing to crawl out of her cage and into the dining area, much to his sister's delight.

There could be no other explanation for his behaviour she could think of other than he really was a sissy. What other reason was there for him to be wearing such frilly panties especially when he was wearing them so brazenly to cover his thick nappies and rubber pants and just what kind of 15 year old boy wore rubber pants over his nappies these days anyway? In fact what 15 year old boy wore nappies? Only a sissy that’s who! And so Rachael convinced herself that his really must be the case for Daisy.

He really did make for a delightful sight as he crawled across the floor exposing the mesmerising array of his frilly panties and petticoats for her to see. She couldn't believe that he had chosen them, let alone would actually want to be seen wearing them. She hadn’t seen so many frills in one place before, none of those meagre four rows of narrow lace for Daisy she had outdone herself with her choice. There were literally dozens of rows of deep densely packed ruffles covering his panties that started up around his chest and shoulder blades and descended all the way down to his crotch standing proud and erect in all their feminine glory. She thought they were just perfect for a boy like him, and wished she'd been there to join in the fun at his shopping extravaganza.

"What a clever little girl you are Powder-Puff you're making such wonderful progress crawling is another first for you along with being in dresses and having wet nappies. You've made mommy is so happy with her little Princess's progress today."

"Eew it has wet nappies?"

"Of course she has wet nappies she's a toddler, or hadn't you noticed?" The fact that Daisy had no choice but to wet herself was unexplained leaving the observer to draw their own conclusion that Daisy was indeed a sissy and the act of wetting himself was purely voluntary to add authenticity to his role of a toddler that he was presented in.

"What about the other, you know?"

"No there will be no poopy nappies that’s all taken care of. She's using a nice fat botty bung aren't you Daisy? That will stop her from pooping in her nappy. She'll be given an enema first thing in a morning and last thing at night, and she can go splooshies in the lavatory like a big girl that will be her only concession to her regime in her desire to become a proper toddler."
 
He arrived at the base of his highchair and stared up at what looked like a siege tower in front of him. It was certainly a sturdy wooden construction with polished steel plate reinforced joints which gave it a menacing look. "Come along Daisy let's get you settled in your highchair shall we? The sooner we get you installed the sooner you can be fed. I do hope you're going to be as happy using it as you are your playpen because you'll be taking all of your meals in it from now on. So why don’t you stand up and climb in."

He used one of the legs to support himself as he struggled to a standing position and with some assistance from his mother he managed to scramble up the short pull out steps and sat down rather precariously in the seat with his petticoats billowing out around him much to everyone's amusement. The ladder was then folded back out the way, leaving his legs in free fall to dangle in space. He felt as though the huge volume of his nappies was pushing him off the seat and he could slide off at any time. His harness was fastened to the chair with several heavy duty steel clasps and additional straps were placed around his waist and chest high up under his arms. "There that should keep you from escaping don't you think Powder-Puff?" Daisy managed some undecipherable noises from behind her mouth shield; she was less than happy by her further confinement.

The table top was fixed to two canted arms which swung over Daisy's head and dropped neatly into place. It closed with a firm click which inspired confidence in its solid build. There was a post fastened to the underside of the table which settled between Daisy's legs snug up to the crotch of her nappies and seated behind a wooden block on the seat between her legs so it was solidly placed and served as a support for the table top and as a safety feature to stop the user from slipping out of her chair, not that that was likely to happen. With no solid footrest she had no leverage to shuffle in her seat and to stop her kicking out with her legs there was a convenient leather strap which stretched from chair leg to chair leg which trapped her legs nicely tucking them back beneath her seat.

It wasn’t until he had been properly fastened in that his bonnet, cape and muff were all removed. It was the first time since he had his bonnet on that his full peripheral vision had been restored to him it looked like a new world and he gazed upon it with wonder, things seemed so much larger than he remembered them.

No longer confined by his bonnet his ringlets given the opportunity to gain their freedom burst out all over. He wished he could burst out and gain his freedom as easily. There were guffaws of laughter from his brother and sister as the volume of his curls manifested themselves in all their juvenile glory. There were curls everywhere. Daisy swung her head from side to side to stop his siblings from grabbing them which just made the whole situation worse as his curls swung around his head all the while sounds of his distress could be heard emanating from behind his pacifier, his arms were flailing wildly to fight them off unsuccessfully. His mother grabbed one arm in mid flight and fastened it at his wrist to the chair arm and whist Daisy was trying to pull it free she fastened his other arm in a similar fashion then fastened both arms just below the elbow to the arm rest thus rendering Daisy quite helpless again and exceedingly angry.

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