The archive site dropped all of Betty's story archives from the 1990s a few years ago. Now I'm noticing a few of our 2000-2001 stories also vanishing. So I'll repost the ones that I think may be at risk of being lost soon.
Mystery Girl by Rosieleigh (2001)
part 1
We had just moved across the country from California to Virginia, and I was extremely nervous about making new friends. I am 11 years old but very small and petite for a boy my age. My mother had told me everything was going to be fine, but I always have a very hard time making friends because I am so shy. When I woke up in our new home, my mother had already left for work (she had transfered to Va for the company she worked for). So I was home all alone, and the first thing that I had noticed was that I had wet the bed again. I knew I had to wash the sheets and clean up so she would not find out because she had been threatening me with diapers and plastic pants if my bed wetting did not stop.
I walked into the kitchen and fixed myself a bowl of cereal and wolfed it down and walked outside to see what our new neighborhood was like. Right away I saw three girls playing jump rope in the street, since it was summertime, school was out for the summer. I walked up and watched them play for a few minuts, when the biggest girl introduced herself to me as Cindy. She told me that she was 10 years old, and then she introduced her two other friends Brenda, who was 9 and Mandy who was 11. I told them my name was John and that I was 11 years old. They all started to laugh and asked me why if I was 11, how come I was so much small then all of them? Then Brenda looked at me in a sly manner and asked me if I wanted to go to her house and play with them. Happy that I was already making new friends, I said sure, and we all went over to Brenda's house to play. I noticed that no one was home at her house either so I figured that her parents worked like my mother did ( My father had run off and left us when I was very young and I did not ever really remember meeting him). Cindy decided that we would play house, and Brenda said she was going to be the Mother, Cindy was going to be the daddy, Mandy was going to be the teen age daughter and I was to be the baby. I got mad and said I did not want to play if I had to be the baby, and Cindy Laughed at me and said it made since for me to be the baby since I was the smallest and just a sissy anyways.
This made me angry that a girl a year younger then me would call me a sissy, so I told them I was leaving to go back home. We better get the baby dressed before she has an accident and wets herself said Mandy as she roughly grabbed me by my arm. I tried to pull away from her but she was so strong I could not get free. This made her very angry that I tried to escape and before I knew what was going on she sat on the bed and dragged me across her lap and pulled down my pants and spanked me so hard that it made me cry. I yelled and screamed and tried to get away but she was just to strong for me, and the harder I tried to get away from her the harder she spanked me. Cindy and Brenda were rolling on the floor laughing as they watched Mandy giving the sissybaby a spanking. My mother did not beleive in spankings so I had never actually been spanked before and this hurt so badly that I lost control and wet myself as she spanked me. OH MY GOD the little pansy really is a sissybaby he just peed all over my lap screamed Mandy as she grabbed me by my ear and started to drag me to Brenda's baby sisters room. The next thing I knew I was laying on the changing table in the nursery while Mandy, Cindy and Brenda pinned thick cloth diapers on me and then put some pink plastic pants on me over my thick bulky diapers. Look, the sissy is so small my baby sisters diapers and rubber pants fit him very well said Brenda as they all stood around looking at me as I laid on the changing table dressed in just the diapers and pink plastic pants. Cindy told me to suc-k my thumb or else she would give me a spanking that made the one Mandy gave me seem like love taps, so I quickly put my thumb in my mouth and began to suc-k on it for all I was worth.
part 2
As Paul turned the corner to enter the Winters' road he realised he'd never visited this part of town before, which was strange because it was within walking distance of his own flat. It was much more affluent in this area than he'd known before, large detached houses with secluded gardens were dotted along a tree lined road, very nice, he thought, the Winters must be well off. He peered down garden paths looking for number thirty two, after a short while he found it, he was impressed, a beautiful red brick Victorian house set back a fair way from the road greeted him, the front garden was covered with mature rhododendrons and azeleas set in well tended lawns, it must be incredibly colourful in the spring, he thought. He walked nervously down the old worn pathway to the front door, he knocked, the sound reverberated within the building, after a few moments the door was opened, he was greeted by a young woman in her twenties, she was wearing a saucy, short, French maids uniform, which startled him somewhat, he thought that sort of thing was reserved for more dubious mens magazines not respectable middle class households. "Mr. Meek?" she asked, he nodded. She bade him enter and closed the door, "Please follow me" she walked across the cavernous hallway, her high heels clicked loudly on the black and white tiled floor, he couldn't keep his eyes from the seamed stocking clad legs of the maid, her short skirt bounced up and down over the stiff white petticoat she was wearing. A cat strolled lazily out of a room in front of them and the maid bent to stroke it, "Hello Perky, tea time is it?" she cooed, giving Paul an eyeful of very frilly white satin knickers and stocking tops! The maid straightened and glanced at Paul, noticing him staring at her bottom, she smiled very slightly, you'll do! she thought. She tapped on a large wooden door and entered, she curtsied cutely and announced to those within, "Mr. meek,"
Paul entered a large but cosy room, traditionally furnished, on a sofa sat Mrs. Winters and opposite sat Leslie, disappointingly wearing a white blouse and shiny grey trousers, he'd hoped she'd be wearing a dress. Mrs. Winters stood and held out her hand, Paul took it and they shook formally, "I'm so glad you could come," she said, wild horses couldn't have prevented me, he almost said aloud! He handed the flowers to her, "Oh how lovely, how thoughtful, a true gentleman" she effused, Paul blushed and Mrs. Winters noted it, how sweet, she thought, he'd make a lovely daughter!
Leslie rose gracefully from her chair, "Hello Paul, it's nice to see you somewhere other than the street" she smiled warmly, his heart leapt as she took his hands in hers and squeezed them softly, his mind went blank and he grinned inanely. Leslie ignored his gaucheness tactfully and announced, "Well I'll just pop up stairs and change for dinner, if you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a moment," she let go his hands and gracefully left the room, Pauls eyes fixed on her pert bottom encased in the shiny material, dreaming of caressing it softly! Mrs. Winters also noted his attention to Leslies bottom, the boot will be on the other foot in the not too distant future young man, she mused wickedly!
"Would you care for a drink Mr. Meek?" she asked. Paul snapped from his reverie, he blinked, "Er, yes that would be nice, have you a sherry?" he hoped he sounded sophisticated.
"Of course, an amontillado?" she asked, calling his bluff.
"Lovely!" he replied having no idea what she was talking about!
He was handed a small glass of amber coloured liquid, Margaret Winters joined him, "Cheers!"
"Cheers," he toasted her, he sipped the dry sherry, hmm, not bad, he thought.
After a few minutes of idly chatting about the weather, the house and various other mindless things, Paul had a sudden urge to urinate. "Er, Mrs. Winters, may I use your toilet?" he asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
"Of course, the nearest one is at the top of the stairs almost directly in front of you," she smiled.
Paul left the room hastily, with as much decorum as he could muster, this desire to pee had come on quite suddenly, he'd never experienced it before!
He dashed up the stairs and burst into a large steamy, bathroom. Standing next to the shower was Leslie. She was completely naked. Paul stopped in his tracks, the room spun, he felt very weird and didn't know where to look. Leslie had a gorgeous, lithe figure her little nipples stood to attention on small perfectly formed breasts. Her tiny willy hung flaccidly between her legs. Paul gaped, horrified. He passed out cold!.....
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part 3
Paul fell to the floor with a crash, the sight of Leslies small male appendage would be fixed in his mind forever. He had terrible dreams of beautiful women suddenly turning into ugly toothless old men, he dreamt that he could not stop urinating, of being in important meetings and peeing his pants, dark stains spreading humilliatingly across his trousers and forming a steaming yellow puddle at his feet, all the while business-women collegues would be chiding and laughing.
Slowly, slowly, the horrible images faded and faint daylight began to encroach onto his vision, blurred at first the room swam into view. His head ached. It felt as though a brass band were oompahing away with timpani accompanyment! He was cold. His ankles and wrists hurt, he could smell disinfectant. Sunshine beamed through the heavily barred window, the only window in the small room. The wallpaper fell in tatters and the ceiling was blistered and cracked, there was no furniture. There was no furniture save the bed he was lying on, strapped to a bare mattress, to be more accurate. Mingled with the smell of disinfectant was another, more unpleasant aroma, urine and human excrement. The more he became aware of his surroundings the worse it got, he turned his head and could see the leather bindings tethering his hands to the iron barred headboard. What was happening, he tried to remember, an invitation to a meal, an older woman, a pretty girl who, who, wasn't...there was something...she wasn't right... He was confused, he managed to raise his head and look down at the straps holding his feet. What was that in between?!...White!...plastic? He felt warm and enclosed around his groin and hips...And wet! He stared hard, his eyes focussed, "Oh my God!" he said out loud. He was wearing a nappy! A nappy and plastic pants!
He was naked apart from the babywear. He wrestled with his bindings, they were firmly tied, all he did was cause more pain. He slumped back onto the bed, his thoughts scrambled. The exertion had seriously activated the unpleasant smells, he realised they were coming from him, his nappy was well soiled. He was so helpless, so powerless, he felt like crying.
He lay there for another twenty minutes or so, wallowing in his own plastic contained filth when suddenly the door to the room opened. In walked Margaret Winters. He remembered where he was.
"Good afternoon Mr.Meek" she smiled down at his helpless form, "How are we today?"
"Let me out of here, what is going on, why am I wearing this..this..thing?" he thrust his hips into the air, trying to indicate the nappy.
"One question at a time please!" she said as though to a child, "I'm afraid I can't let you out, you'll find out what's going on in good time and you're wearing a nappy because you are a little baby, and if you are a good little baby I may allow you to wear some clothes, of course they will have to be little baby clothes because little Paulie is going to start all over again. In fact little Paulie is going to be little Pauline from now on!" she cooed. Paul looked confused, what was she talking about, he thought.
"What?" he said.
"That's right sweetheart, from this moment onward you are going to be a little baby girl and you will grow to be a lovely grown up girl, just like Leslie!"
He stared at her blankly, his mouth opened and closed silently, she was insane, this woman was insane!
"Leslie was a nasty boy child when she first came to me, but I soon changed that. Now you're here, a bit older but I'm sure we can make you better!" she grinned, then clapped her hands loudly, "Samantha, baby needs changing!" she called to the maid.....
part 4
Paul struggled with his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, to no avail the leather straps were tied tight.
"Calm down Pauline, you'll only hurt yourself, Samantha will be here in just a moment to change your smelly nappy, then you'll be nice and comfy again" Mrs. Winters stroked his head softly. The maid clicked into the room carrying an assortment of baby things. She placed a plastic covered bucket on the floor, next to it she set down a clean terry towelling nappy, a pair of semi-transparent pink plastic pants, safety pins, talc and nappy rash lotion. She straightened up, "Right, let's sort this very smelly baby out," she began to untie the straps attached to his ankles, "If you mess me about you'll feel the weight of my hand!" she warned. Once free the first thing Paul did was to kick out at her, it was a grave mistake. Mrs.Winters grabbed his feet and twisted him over, Samantha then pulled down his plastic pants letting out an awful aroma, she winced, "Good God, what a smell!" she unpinned his nappy and quickly removed it, dropping it with a plop into the nappy bucket. His bottom was smeared with poo and stank. Samantha tutted, she ran from the room, returning moments later with a bowl of hot soapy water and a flannel, she washed Pauls' filthy rear clean and dried it briskly with a coarse towel."Now that you're nice and clean I'm going to make you pay for trying to kick me" she said through gritted teeth. Paul lay on the bed, feet firmly held by Mrs.Winters, breathing heavily. The first slap came down with a loud CRACK! it took him by complete surprise, he lay still, confused as the stinging pain slowly sunk in. "OW!" he cried. The second whack was even harder, Samantha was building a head of steam, she intended to put this child in her place! WHACK!...WHACK!...WHACK! the spanking was fierce, by the end of it Paul was screaming like a baby, he tried to bite into the mattress, then rocked his head rapidly from side to side, he'd never been thrashed like this ever before. "Now, will you behave while Samantha changes your nappy?" Margaret Winters asked. He managed to nod in agreement, anything to stop the spanking! Mrs.Winters relaxed her grip on his ankles and turned him back over. Samantha lifted his legs with one hand and with the other applied nappy rash lotion around his bottom and groin. Despite himself, he raised his head to see what was happening, sobbing loudly, vision blurred he noticed to his horror that his legs were completely devoid of hair and his pubic hair was also gone, he was as bald as a baby! Which of course was the idea. A clean nappy was placed beneath his bottom and pulled through his legs, two safety pins held the sides together, next the pink plastic pants were pulled up his legs and over the nappy, Samantha carefully tucked in any bits left sticking out. Paul meanwhile, was begining to regain some control of his crying, sniffing and taking in racking gasps of air he looked imploringly at the two women.
"Are you ready to be dressed or am I going to have to ask Samantha to give you another smack?" Margaret asked.
He nodded then vigorously shook his head, he did not want another 'smack'!
"Good, now I'm going to unfasten your hands and I want no monkey business!" Mrs.Winters glared at him threateningly.
He lay still as she untied him, twisting his wrists trying to get some blood back into his hands he watched Samantha leave the room again, I could overpower this woman now, he thought, but the thought of another spanking if he didn't manage it dissuaded him. Samantha returned, she had armloads of pink and white frothy clothes, Paul did not like the look of this! He lay on the bed nervously watching as she placed everything on the bed next to him, surely he wasn't to be dressed in this stuff, he thought. Samantha picked up a white satin lace trimmed camisole, it had thin ribbon straps and at the end of each strap was a large pink bow. "Sit up Pauline," she said.
Paul winced at the name, but sat up all the same, fearful of another beating. The camisole was eased over his head and it slid down his chest coolly. He felt stupid. He stared wide eyed as the maid lifted off the bed a pink satin, high waisted baby frock, it had several layers of white chiffon petticoat attached to it, giving it a billowing fullness, it had a high lacy neck and short balloon like sleeves, it was liberally dotted with tiny white satin bows. A high pitched keening sound emitted from his throat as it was lifted over his head, Samantha forced his arms stiffly into the sleeves and dropped it over his body, she helped him to stand up. She zipped it up the back, the dress stuck out from mid chest and finished mid thigh, but because it was so frothy it felt as though his nappy was on full display. Next a long white satin sash was tied around him and fastened in a huge bow at the back. On his feet she put a pair of lacy ankle socks and pink Mary Janes, and to finish the whole outfit off a large pink satin bow was pinned into his hair. Paul had never felt so foolish in his life!
Margaret Winters held one hand and Samantha held his other, "My, My, what a pretty little girl you are!" Mrs.Winters cooed, "Let's go and show you off to Leslie!"
Pauls heart skipped a beat, as he was tugged stiffly from the room......