Jealousy by DaraJaney

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Jealousy by DaraJaney

Frank’s mother went into his room to put clean underwear in his drawer. When she pulled the drawer out she heard something fall on the floor. It was a notebook and it had been taped to the underside of the drawer but the tape had given way.

She picked it up and started flicking through the pages. It was a diary of sorts. Frank had written his thoughts in it. He must have been writing in it for years because it was quite dog-eared. As she scanned through the pages a particular line of commentary caught her attention. “Interesting. I never realised he thought that.”

Frank was out all day so she had plenty of time to read through it. Later she re-taped it to the underside of the drawer so that he would have no idea that anyone had seen it.

A week passed before she did anything. Frank got up one Saturday morning and took a shower. He emerged afterwards wearing just his boxer shorts. His mother intercepted him. “Come here”, she said firmly. He was puzzled but she grabbed his wrist and pulled him with her into her room.

She pinned his arm under her elbow and pulled a glove over his hands. He heard a click. He studied the glove curiously while she took advantage of his distraction to slip a similar glove on the other hand and there was another click.

At first he thought they must be separate oven-gloves of some kind. Why was she putting these on him? He realised that they were locked around his wrists and they would prevent him from using his fingers and thumbs. What was going on?

Suddenly his mother pulled down his shorts. “What are you doing?” he gasped as he desperately covered his modesty. She pushed him down on the bed. Immediately she pulled corners of a towel around him. He tried to bat her away with his disabled hands but soon she had the towel pinned around his bottom.

Why on earth was she putting this thing like a nappy on him? Then she pulled plastic pants up his legs and over his nappy. The tight elasticated waist and leg holes held the plastic pants firmly in place over his nappy. He tried to take them off but it was useless with his hands in these mittens.

“I found your diary”, his mother told him, producing the notebook. He looked up quite perplexed. He tried to think what he had written that had anything to do with this. He had been careful not to write any sexual thoughts in the diary and reckoned that everything in it was fairly innocuous.

“I never realised you were so jealous of your little sister, Janice, when she was a baby.” Frank looked down at his nappy. His mother read out an excerpt:

It’s not fair. Mum spends all her time looking after Janice and practically ignores me now. She just loves having a baby around the place and spoils her rotten.

“You’re right”, his mother said. “I do love having a baby around the place. And now you can take a turn at it again so you can get the attention you deserve.”

Frank sat there wide-eyed. Janice, now 4 years old, came into the room rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on?” She stopped in her tracks when she saw her fifteen year old brother in a nappy.

“Frank is going to be our little baby for a while”, her mother told her. She showed her the book. “He wrote in his book about how jealous he was of you when you were a baby.”

Frank tried again to get at the nappy but it was useless. His mother turned to another page of the book:

Mum dresses her up in pretty clothes and spends a fortune on loads of baby dresses while she refuses to buy me a new pair of jeans.

His mother opened the wardrobe. She took out a hanger. On it was a large pink dress, flared from br.east level, trimmed with white lace all around. She pulled up the hem to reveal several layers of petticoats. “Is this pretty enough for you?”

Frank’s jaw dropped. Janice giggled. His mother came towards him with the dress. Frank bolted for the door but she grabbed his arm and threw him down on the bed again. Within seconds the dress was thrown over his head and his mother struggled with him to get his arms through the sleeves. He heard the zip being pulled up and the dress closed in around him.

Janice was laughing loudly now. Frank stood up and held his baby dress out and gawked at it. Janice could see that it was very short and only barely covered his nappy. His mother pushed him back on the bed again and pulled a large pair of frilly panties up over his plastic pants.

She then pulled fleece booties on his feet and tied them in place with pink ribbons. Frank jumped up again. He couldn’t actually see his frilly panties below the layers of petticoats but Janice could see the frilly lace peek out beneath his dress.

He stuck his left foot out to examine the bootie. “Alright Mum, you made your point, now let me out of this”, he pleaded, stamping his foot. His mother just laughed. “Not a chance. We know how jealous you were of Janice’s pretty baby dresses so now it’s your turn to be made a fuss over.”

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His mother took his hand and pulled him from the room. Frank dejectedly followed her into the living room. There was a large wooden-barred play pen in the middle of the room. Frank tried to resist being pulled towards it but his mother had all the momentum with her now.

She pushed him into the play pen and closed the side behind him. She swung a catch in place to lock the side of it. The side bars came up almost to his shoulders. “Mom, don’t be ridiculous!” He examined the catch locking the bars in place. There was no way he could open it with his hands in the mittens. He grabbed the bars in both hands as best he could and shook them. “Please Mum!” Janice was sniggering. His mother went to the kitchen.

Frank realised that he couldn’t get out of the pen. He looked around. He had to push down his petticoats to see the floor properly. There were dolls, play blocks and rattles scattered around.

Frank pulled at his mittens and tucked them under his arms to get a grip but nothing would budge them. After a few minutes his mother came in with a baby bottle full of milk.

Frank backed away from the side of the pen when he saw it. “Come along honey. You have to have your breakfast.” “There’s no way I’m drinking from that”, he pouted. “Alright”, his mother said. “I’ll leave it here”. She put it on a coffee table within reach of the pen. “You’ll have to drink it eventually”, she said calmly. Janice sniggered.

Frank stood in his pen while his mother and sister took their breakfast in the kitchen. He examined the catch again. The side bars were too high for him to get over. There was a soft base to the pen attached to the side bars that prevented him from lifting them up. Eventually he tired and sat down. He glared at all the baby toys around him and folded his arms crossly.

When the others were finished their breakfast they came back in. The bottle was untouched and he sat there motionless in the pen. His mother produced a soother which was attached to a plastic line. She attached the line to his dress and tried to push the soother into his mouth. Janice looked on with interest. He refused to take the soother. His mother let it dangle from his dress. “He’ll have to do what we want in the end”, she told Janice, “if he wants his nappy changed.” Frank’s jaw dropped again. Janice came to the side of the play pen and grinned at him.

Frank was starving. Every now and then a plea emanated from the play-pen. “Once you take your bottle, you can have some nice rusks”, his mother told him. Frank winced.

He held out until lunch time. The cooking smells wafted from the kitchen. His mother and sister sat at the kitchen table. They heard a little rattle from the play-pen. They smiled at each other. His mother appeared at the door. “Are you going to take your bottle now?” Frank looked up at her sadly from the pen holding the rattle. He nodded.

His mother took the bottle. “I’ll heat it up for you. Now put in your soother.” Frank winced. Reluctantly he cupped the soother in his mittens and pushed it into his mouth. “Good baby”, his mother said as she left the room.

He heard a chair being pushed back in the kitchen and Janice scampered to the door. She looked in and laughed at her teenage brother su-king on the soother and holding a rattle.

When his bottle was ready he came to the side of the pen and his mother held it up for him while he suc-ked. Janice clapped her hands with delight. After a few minutes, the bottle had only gone down a little so his mother asked Janice to take over. She was only too delighted. She had to reach up to hold it to his mouth.

It took ages to finish the bottle and he was no sooner done than his mother came in with a bowl of rusks soaked in more milk. She put it on the coffee table. Then she tied a bib around his neck. Janice sniggered again.

Frank really didn’t want to eat the rusks but felt that he had to do what he was told and hope that this would all be over with quickly. He opened his mouth and allowed his mother to spoon-feed him the rusks. He shuddered at the first taste.

When he was finished his rusks his mother pushed his soother back in. She went out to her room and returned with another pink article. “And to complete the outfit…” She had a big pink bonnet. She placed it on Frank’s head and tied it under his chin with a bow. She tugged at the thick lace trimmings to get it just right.

He could easily have pushed it back but he realised that he was at her mercy now so he just sat there and looked up at her, his view of everything now framed by lace.

His mother took his notebook again. He took on a very concerned look.

She has taken so many photos of Janice from every conceivable angle.

This was followed by a flash. His mother looked at the little screen on her camera for a moment. Then she smiled and went “ah, look!” She showed it to Janice who grinned broadly. Then she turned the screen to Frank. He was looking up wide-eyed from the play-pen, his face framed by the bonnet, soother in mouth, rattle in hand, his petticoats flared all around him.

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“So now I’ll want to spend lots of time with my new baby”, his mother announced. She made him play with the building blocks. “Build them all into a big tower”, she told him. Even though the blocks were big, he struggled to handle them with the mittens. On his first attempt he only managed to stack four blocks before knocking them over. Janice tittered.

There were ten blocks and when he managed to get the eighth one on top, Janice reached in and knocked the tower down. “Mmmnnnnngggg!” Frank complained. He started again and this time Janice knocked it down on the ninth block.

“Oh don’t tease him”, her mother scolded. Janice looked up at her “but he always teased me when I was a baby.” Her mother considered this. “That’s true. OK then.”

Frank frowned as he built his tower carefully again. This time he kept himself between Janice and the tower and he managed to complete it. “Good baby”, his mother praised him, but he frowned.

All the time, the pressure on his bladder was building. He desperately hoped that his mother would not really make him use his nappy. He waited as long as he could bear. “Mmmffffhhhhh?” “What’s up honey?” “Mmmnnnhhh!” “What’s wrong? Have you wet your nappy?” Janice looked over with renewed interest.

He shook his head and sighed. “Well let me know when you have”, his mother told him and she left the room.

Janice watched the crestfallen look on his face. He looked at the floor as he relaxed his bladder and started to flood his nappy. The warm liquid gradually spread around his bottom. A tear came to his eye. “Have you a wet nappy now?” Janice asked him. He just looked at the floor and sniffled.

Janice ran out to the kitchen excitedly. “The big baby has wet his nappy Mummy!” She came back in. Tears were streaming down Frank’s face. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll have you changed in a jiffy.” The word “changed” did not cheer Frank up much. It implied that she would put him in another nappy.

“Nghuh, nghuh, nghuh,” he blubbered. “Oh now. Don’t be like that. You’ll soon get used to it.” “Hng?” His mother opened the catch on the play pen and let him out. He walked very gingerly in the very soggy nappy.

His mother spread a towel on the floor. He lay in the middle of it. She pulled up his petticoats. “You hold them up dear.” She pulled down his frilly panties and then peeled off the plastic pants. Then she unpinned his nappy and he lifted his bum as she removed it. “Fetch the box of baby wipes please Janice.” His sister happily scampered away to get the box.

His mother wiped him down. Sure enough she had a clean nappy for him. But first she produced a razor and proceeded to shave around his groin. “Mmmhhh?” He lifted his head. “Just lie still dear. I have to remove all the hair around here. You need to be completely smooth while you are in nappies.” His head flopped back on the floor. How long did she intend keeping him in nappies?

She pinned on his clean nappy, pulled up a dry pair of plastic pants and then his frilly panties. He was able to lower his petticoats again. His mother pulled him to his feet and led him back into the play pen. The side bars were securely locked in place.

They continued to make him play with the toys until dinner time. Janice took lots of photos of him hugging the dollies. He could smell roast chicken from the kitchen. He could hear the plates being laid out. But his mother came in and said “we’ll have our dinner first dear, and then we’ll feed you.”

So had to sit there while they ate, absolutely starving now. When his mother came in with a bowl of food he stood up and went to the side of the pen. She put it down on the coffee table. “Bib!” she reminded herself. He fully co-operated with her putting his bib on since he was so hungry.

His mother brought over the bowl. She stirred up the mixture in front of him. He frowned. It looked like mashed potatoes mixed in with cabbage. Maybe there was chicken mixed in there somewhere. He spat out his soother which then dangled from his dress.

He opened his mouth quite eagerly when his mother offered a spoonful. He took it, chewed a little and swallowed. He winced. He hated cabbage. There was no sign of any chicken. “Open up”, his mother instructed as she held up another spoon. He was so hungry he had no choice. It wasn’t a big bowl and he was a little disappointed when it was finished even though it tasted awful.

“Janice, I’ll get another bowlful if you feed it to him.” Janice was delighted to, but her big brother was cross as hell at being spoon-fed by her.

All evening he was preoccupied by the inevitability of needing to do a poop. He didn’t suppose there was any point in asking to be allowed out of the nappy. His mother read a book and just looked up at him now and again if she didn’t hear him playing with his toys enough. Janice was in the TV room.

He just suc-ked on his soother as the pressure built. He braced himself. At first he let out a burst of flatulence. His mother looked up from her book. She just smiled and went back to it.

He realised that he couldn’t do it sitting down so he got on his knees. “Janice. Your baby brother is about to poop his nappy. Do you want to watch?” Frank winced. He heard his sister scamper towards the room.

The two of them stood watching as he tried to poop. Eventually there was a gushing sound and he sighed heavily. “Ew!” his sister went and then laughed. Frank knew he wasn’t done. He pushed again. More flatulence and gushing. This happened a few times with diminishing returns.

Eventually he looked up at his mother. “All done are we?” He nodded. She went to prepare for changing him. He stayed on his knees, not wanting to sit and make the mess worse.

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When she was ready, his mother let him out of the play pen and he walked very carefully across the room. She noticed him su-k a few times on his soother as she changed him. He couldn’t see much below his enormous petticoats and didn’t want to either. He just lifted and lowered his bottom and turned over when instructed.

Soon he was powdered and pinned into a clean nappy again. He couldn’t help feeling happy about being in a nice soft thick nappy, compared to the smelly, messy one he had been in.

At eight o’clock his mother came in. “Beddy time!” He looked up in surprise. He checked the clock again. “Mmmnnnngghhh!” His mother opened the side of the pen and helped him up. “Which dolly do you want to take with you?” He just threw his eyes up. He didn’t want a dolly. But she was waiting for him. He sighed and pointed to one of the dolls. “OK, bring her with you.” He bent over and picked up the dolly. His mother and sister sniggered at his big frilly bottom. He straightened up quickly and tried to push his petticoats down.

His mother put him in a pink nightie and made him get into bed. She gave him another bottle before making him lie down. He was not in the least bit tired. The door was left ajar and his mother regularly glanced in so he had no choice but to lie there su-king on his dummy and holding his dolly.

Even when he grew tired it was difficult to fall asleep with the unfamiliar discomfort of his legs being splayed apart by the thick nappy. Eventually he half slept. He remembered feeling his soother being pushed back into his mouth at one stage – presumably when his mother did her final check before going to bed.

In the middle of the night his bladder woke him. Within minutes that warm feeling spread around his nappy. He presumed that he wasn’t supposed to lie in a wet nappy all night so he got out of bed and woke his mother. Soon he was tucked in again in a nice clean nappy, su-king on his soother and clutching his dolly.

As soon as he was up in the morning his mother gave him another bottle and Janice spoon-fed him his rusks. His mother put his play pen in the TV room and they put on the early morning programmes – Teletubbies, Barney, Sesame Street.

He could hear unusual noises coming from elsewhere in the house. Around mid-morning the TV schedule moved on to programmes for older children so Frank was moved back into the living room while Janice watched her programmes. They placed his pen so that he could look out at the garden but he was more concerned with what was going on indoors. The noises were coming from his room. A delivery van arrived in the middle of the day.

After his noon-time bottle his mother appeared with his notebook. He frowned. This was usually bad news:

“Mum spent so much money kitting out Janice’s nursery.”

She let him out of the pen, took his arm and led him to his room. He was breathing heavily around his soother. They got to the door.

His bed and the table with his computer were gone. The room now contained an over-sized cot, a high-chair and rocking horse. Frank froze in the door-way. His mother had to push him into the room. “Nnnnnggggg!”

“I haven’t spared any expense on you”, she said. “Here, get into your new cot for a moment.” “Nnnghhh, ngheeez.” She made him get into the cot and replaced the side bars. A little bolt held them in place. He turned around and clutched the bars. They were quite high and there was no way he could get over the side. He looked at the bolts. He would not be able to manipulate them with his hands in mittens.

Janice came into the room and was delighted to see her brother confined to the cot. “I’ve moved his bed in to your room”, her mother explained, “so now you have your first ever grown-up bed.” “Nghuh, nghuh, nghuh,” he cried. It was bad enough that he was kept in the cot but his sister would never want to give him his bed back.

His mother then went to the wardrobe and opened it. All of his shirts and trousers were gone. The wardrobe contained half-a-dozen frilly baby dresses. Frank looked through the bars of his cot in horror. Six baby dresses! This was clearly not going to be just a couple of days in nappies. “Nnngggghhhh!” He shook the bars, desperate to get out of his cot.

What had they done with his clothes? He looked around the room. In one corner there was a large trunk with a padlock.

Janice ran her fingers delightedly through the lace and petticoats of his new baby dresses. His mother opened a drawer where there were neat piles of matching frilly panties and bonnets.

Then she came over to the cot and lowered the side bars. She helped him out. She brought him across the room to the high-chair. He reckoned it was better than being confined to the cot so he got up into the chair.

His mother pulled straps over his shoulder and around his waist. They snapped together in front of his chest and she tugged at the ends and tightened the straps. Then she swung the tray in front of him and it clicked into place.

She stood back with a satisfied look. Frank clutched the tray and wriggled a little. He was held fast. But he didn’t want to try to hard while she was looking. If there was a possibility of a way out of the chair he could work on it while she wasn’t looking.

His mother smiled and said “right, I’ll go and prepare your lunch. Janice, give him a toy or book or something to keep him amused.” Janice happily gave him a stiff-paged story book about Little Bo Peep.

Frank was no more interested in it but he started to look at it so that they might leave him alone. His mother closed the door of the wardrobe. The mirror fastened to the outside of the door was opposite him.

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They left the room. Frank looked glumly at his reflection in the mirror. His own lace bonnet-framed face looked back at him. He suc-ked absent-mindedly on his soother but when he saw his reflection su-king on it, it gave him a jolt.

He examined the straps holding him in. A simple squeeze on the catch would free him but he couldn’t even do that with his hands in mittens. He wriggled as much as he could, tried to pull his arm under the straps but he was held firmly.

He looked at the tray to see how he could swing it away. He shook it but it wouldn’t budge. He felt around underneath the tray and could feel the catch but again there was nothing he could do to open it.

He was getting frustrated now. He wriggled desperately and pointlessly. He kicked his feet in annoyance. Again he caught his reflection in the mirror and saw how completely babyish and helpless he looked with his feet kicking in mid air.

He sighed heavily and calmed down. He looked down at the book. There was nothing much he could do except start looking at the pictures. He flipped the first page.

But he couldn’t take his eyes off his own image in the mirror. His frilly panties peaked from under the tray. His booties dangled in front of the chair. He thought again of the dresses hanging behind the mirror. It looked like this was going to be his future for some time.

But how long? A week? Would she have bought him six baby dresses for just one week? A month? He shuddered. How could he stick being kept like a baby for a whole month! Maybe she hired or borrowed the dresses.

He looked at the nursery furniture. It must have been custom made to this large size. Would she have gone to this trouble to keep him like a baby for just one month? Maybe it was borrowed from somewhere – like a stage set or something. He looked at the cot. There appeared to be a tag tied to the end. He couldn’t read it from his high-chair.

He heard his mother coming so he picked up his book and pretended to be interested. “Here’s your lunch”, she called out holding a bowl of unappetizing green mush.

He sat there obediently being spoon-fed. His mother scrapped stray bits of cabbage from around his mouth and he opened wide to receive the spoon.

Afterwards his play-pen was brought into his room. His mother and little sister now referred to it as the nursery.

He sat in the pen playing with a doll when his mother came in with a ladder. He looked up with curiosity. She placed it by the wall and took out a scraper. She started scraping off the wall paper.

Frank looked on with growing concern. Why was she re-wallpapering his room? She noticed him watching. She left the room and returned with a roll of the new wallpaper. It was pink with a pattern of ponies and bunnies. “Won’t this make your nursery look pretty?”

She went back up the ladder and resumed scraping. Frank clutched the bars of his pen. Tears formed in his eyes. There was no way that she was going to all this trouble unless she intended keeping him as a baby in a nursery for many months at least.

He whimpered through his soother. His mother looked down. “What’s wrong honey?” He looked around the nursery at all his baby things. Tears ran down his cheeks. She came down the ladder.

“Well you shouldn’t have been so jealous of your sister when she was a baby”, she told him. “It serves you right to swap places.” She went back up the ladder. Frank flopped down on his bottom in the pen and blubbered away. His mother hummed as she continued scraping the paper away.

That evening he was given a bottle at 8pm and put in the cot. He looked out sadly through the bars as his mother switched on the baby monitor. His sister placed a tape recorder on a side table just out of reach of the cot. She pressed the play button and started a loop tape of nursery rhymes.

His mother turned on a night light in the corner, although it wasn’t dark out yet. She went to the door. “Sweet dreams”. She turned out the main light and left the door slightly ajar.

Frank waited until he was sure they were gone. He stood up in the cot. He pushed at the side bars and looked around for something to put his foot on that might help him climb over the bars.

After a few minutes he realised that there was no way he could get out. He lay down again and pulled the baby pink duvet cover over him. He was really upset at being put in the cot so early. He was inevitably going to wet his nappy during the long night and would have to cry into the monitor to summon his mother to change him.

He started to sniffle again. He suc-ked on his soother. It helped a little, but not much. He looked around for a teddy. He tucked it under his arm and hugged it tight, su-king on his soother again.

The next morning he remembered he had seen a tag on the cot. He scrambled to the end where it was tied. “Nursery furniture, 1 year hire purchase.” This seemed to further confirm that he was destined for a long time in nappies and baby dresses.

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His mother put him in the high-chair, still in his pink nightie, for his breakfast. Another bottle and a bowl of rusks. He no longer resisted in any way. She let him hold his bottle himself. He looked gloomily in the mirror at the reflection of himself su-king on his bottle.

Once they had washed up after breakfast his mother appeared again with his notebook. He nearly wet himself. He just managed to stop himself before realising that he didn’t really need to. He could just pee away into his nappy. But he didn’t want to.

“I hate the way she parades Janice all around town in her best outfit.”

Suddenly he felt the warmth spread around his nappy. His mother opened the wardrobe. “Janice, which do you think is his prettiest baby dress?” Frank whimpered. It was one thing being kept as a baby in the privacy of their own home but if she brought him out in public, his life would be over.

Janice examined the dresses carefully, looking back at Frank, clearly trying to visualise him in each one. In the end she picked a lilac dress with three rows of ruffles on the skirt and butterfly ruffles on the bodice.

His mother took it from the wardrobe and held it out. Frank’s nappy continued to fill. She let him out of the high-chair. He didn’t want to get out of it but she pulled him out.

She pulled the dress over his head and buttoned it up at the back. Frank lifted the hem with his mitten. There were layers of netting underneath making it flare. He looked in the mirror. It only came half way down his nappy. He whimpered in protest.

“I think he’ll need tights today if he is going outside”, his mother said. Janice scampered over to a drawer. Frank whimpered again. She pulled out a pair of white opaque tights. His mother made him sit on the side of the cot. She flapped out the tights and reached for his left foot. He waggled his foot around to make it hard for her to catch it but she slapped his leg and he stopped. She pulled a leg of the tights over his foot and then the other leg over his other foot.

He was blubbering as she pulled the tights up his legs. “Don’t be silly you can’t go outside in the cold without these nice snug tights.” She made him stand up while she pulled the tights over his nappy.

Then Janice brought over his matching lilac panties. His mother pulled them up over his tights. He looked in the mirror again. The bottom three rows of lace frills on his panties were clearly visible below his dress. The lush frills made his thickly nappied bottom look even bigger.

She sat him on the edge of the cot again to pull ankle socks with lace trim onto his feet and then black t-bar shoes. Finally she placed his lilac bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin. This bonnet had a stiff brim trimmed with lace.

His mother opened another drawer and took out a pink leather harness. She slipped it over his arms and pulled it tight and buckled it behind his back. She left him standing in front of the mirror while she went to fetch her shopping bag.

Frank tried to push down the netting under his dress but no matter what he did, the bottom half of his frilly panties were visible. Anyone who saw him would see clearly that he was wearing a thick cloth nappy.

His mother came back and took the reins of his harness. He stood rooted to the point. He couldn’t believe that she would make him go out like this. She pushed him from behind and he tottered towards the door.

He whimpered pleas desperately through his soother but she kept nudging him towards the door. Janice trotted over to him with a large dolly for him to hold. “Nghuh, nghuh, nghuh,” he blubbered.

His mother opened the door. He looked outside and wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He was pushed towards the door. He put one mitten on the door frame but was quickly pushed through. He stood on the doorstep. His legs felt quite chilly even in the tights. It was only around his bottom that he felt snug and comfy in his thick nappy.

He had to turn his head 90 degrees left and right to see up and down the street because of his bonnet. No sign of anyone yet. His mother walked down towards the footpath and when the reins pulled tight he was forced to waddle after her. Janice skipped along beside him eagerly.

They walked down the footpath. Frank jumped when he heard a front door close. It was Mrs. Kelly. He looked pleadingly at his mother and whimpered through his soother but she just kept walking along and he had no choice but to follow in his harness. His predicament was about to become known to everyone in town.

Mrs. Kelly came down her driveway and then stopped dead when she saw Frank. “Oh my goodness!” Frank wanted to run along but his mother stopped to talk to her and he was forced to stop when the reins pulled on him.

“What is Frank doing in a nappy and a baby frock?” Frank just looked at the ground. “Well, I found a diary of his recently and discovered that he was really jealous of how I fussed over Janice when she was a baby so I thought that it should be his turn again.”

Mrs. Kelly laughed. “Really?! Well I hope you enjoy being back in nappies Frank. You certainly look like the perfect baby girl.” Frank was crushed. “Come along now.” His mother yanked his rein and he waddled along, anxious to get away from the neighbour. But he looked up and saw all the traffic on the main road ahead.

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His mother led him towards High Street.  Suddenly more of their neighbours started catching up with them.  Word had obviously spread.  His mother was only too happy to tell them everything.  “He’s back in nappies since yesterday.”  Little Susie from two doors up thought about this.  “And does he have to use his nappies?!”  “Of course, why else would he be wearing them?”  Susie laughed.  She thought about it again.  “Like, for everything?!”

High Street was brought to a standstill.  Frank clutched his dolly.  He wanted to die.  “Is your nappy wet little baby?” someone called out.  Frank remembered that it was.  He looked down in distress and everyone realised that he was indeed wet.

His mother led him into a newsagents.  She took the daily newspaper.  “Would you like a lollipop sweetie?”  Frank was delighted to have an opportunity to suc-k on anything other than his soother so he nodded enthusiastically.

He waddled out of the shop after his mother and was delighted that she turned for home.  Quite a crowd had gathered though and they had to part to let him through. “My God!  It’s true.  He is wearing a nappy and a frilly baby dress!”  “Look at that bonnet!”  “And those frilly panties!”  “You know he has to poop in his nappy”, Little Susie added helpfully.

Frank would have sprinted the last hundred yards if he wasn’t on the harness.  Another neighbour stopped his mother at their gate and engaged her in conversation about his predicament.  Frank was hopping from one foot to the other, dying to get in the door.  His nappy was really clammy at this stage.

He was so relieved to be changed into a clean nappy.  His play-pen had been brought into his room.  His mother put him in the pen and clicked the side bars shut.  It had been placed in the bay window.

Within a couple of minutes people started to gather at the window.  “There he is!”  “My God!  He really is wearing a nappy!”  “And he’s being kept in a big play-pen.”  Frank sat frozen for a while.  If he played with any of his toys that brought them out in laughter.  If he crawled around the play-pen that gave them the perfect view of his frilly panties.

But in the end he had little choice.  He couldn’t just sit motionless all day.  So they roared laughing when he shook his rattle or picked up a dolly.  There was a constant flow of people.

At Noon his mother came in with his bottle.  She let him out of his pen and strapped him into the high-chair.  People who had been at the window earlier were called back to watch him suc-k on his bottle.  “Look at his pretty tights!”

His mother left him in the high-chair until lunchtime, giving him some letter blocks to keep him amused.  “Spell ‘dog’” someone shouted out and they all laughed.  There wasn’t much else he could do but oblige.  Because of his mittens it took him a couple of minutes to successfully arrange the blocks and the crowd outside burst into ironic applause when he managed it.

Then they watched him being spoon-fed his lunch.  There were titters as he winced at the taste.  “I can finally get him to eat boiled cabbage”, his mother told them.

After lunch his mother put him on the rocking horse.  The crowd loved the way his net underskirts fluttered and they got another lovely view of his frilly panties every time the horse rocked forward.

His mother insisted that he take a nap after that.  The crowd outside laughed at this and he was once again cross with his mother.  He protested by clutching the bars of his cot and shaking them but when he saw his mother close the curtains to give him some darkness, he re-evaluated and decided that a nap was a good idea.

“Now are you going to be a good baby and take a nap?”  He quickly lay down and clutched his teddy.  His mother pulled the duvet over him.  He looked up with an angelic face and gave a couple of suc-ks on his soother.  “There’s a good baby.”  He was so relieved to get some privacy at last.

After his nap he was put back in the play-pen.  The doorbell rang.  “Hi, can I see Frank?”  It was Lucy his girlfriend.  Frank desperately hoped that she would not see him like this.  He had to presume that she had heard about his predicament by now but it was another thing altogether if he had to sit there in front of her in his nappy.

On the other hand, she would be the one person who would not like to see him reduced to this.  Surely she would convince his mother to give him a reprieve.

“Sure, come in!” his mother said to her.  A little whimper emanated from Frank as he prepared himself to be seen by her.  He held his head down hiding behind the frills of his bonnet for all the good it would do.

“Is it true what people are saying?” he heard Lucy ask his Mum.  “Come in and see for yourself.”  Even with his head down he could see the door reflected in the mirror.  Lucy walked in.  She looked around the nursery in amazement.  Then she saw the figure in the play pen.  Frank braced himself.  “Is that Frank?” he heard her say in a barely credulous tone.  “Mmm-hmmm” his mother confirmed.  Lucy ran around in front of Frank and knelt down to see under his bonnet.  He looked up slowly.

Lucy looked at him with her mouth agape in shock.  He gave her the saddest look he could conjure up, which was not hard.  “Oh…. my …. God!  He’s adorable!”  Frank was crushed.  Lucy smiled at him delightedly.  “Isn’t he just?” his mother confirmed proudly.

“What a pretty dress!” Lucy remarked.  Frank wanted to die.  “Stand up Frank so she can see you properly”, his mother instructed.  He reluctantly got to his feet.  He straightened up as slowly as he could, delaying the inevitable.

“He really is wearing a nappy!”  Frank tried to push down his petticoats but knew it was pretty useless.  Lucy looked around at the changing table with its pile of cloth nappies, pins, powders and creams.  There was no doubt that Frank was using his nappies for their intended purpose.

“It’s time for his bottle.  Would you like to give it to him?”  “Oh yes please” Lucy responded all too eagerly.  “I’ll warm up the milk, you put him in his high chair.”

Lucy slipped the catch on the play-pen and let him out.  He continued to look at her pleadingly as he left the pen but she led him to the high-chair and helped him up.  She pulled the straps over his shoulders, snapped the catch in front of his chest and tightened the straps diligently.  Then she swung the tray in front of him and pushed it until she heard the snap of the catch locking it in place.

She stood back and took a good look at him.  She sniggered.  “Just look at those lovely tights.”  “You should find a bib for him in the drawer”, his mother called from the kitchen.

Frank tensed as Lucy opened the drawer.  “Oh look!”  She took out a couple of pairs of frilly panties and held them up.  She smiled over at Frank.  Then she took a fistful of pairs of tights in various pastel shades.  “Aren’t you the luckiest baby?”

Eventually she found a bib, came back to him and tied it around his neck.  His mother arrived with the bottle.  Lucy took it from her.  She gently teased the soother from his mouth and immediately replaced it with the teat of his bottle.  He started suc-king.  “That’s a good baby.”  Frank flinched.  This is not how he foresaw their next date.

She patiently held the bottle for him while he suc-ked his way through it.  She tilted it up helpfully at the end so he didn’t miss any of it.  “There you go”, she said cheerfully as she slipped his soother back in.

Lucy and his mother chatted about his new routines.  “It’s quite demanding”, his mother explained.  “Well, why don’t you have a night out tonight and I’ll baby-sit him for you”, Lucy suggested.  “Would you mind?”  “Not at all”, Lucy assured her and she winked at Frank.  He wondered what she intended.  He desperately hoped that she would maybe take the mittens off and he might be able to free himself.

Lucy went home in the interim and returned around 9pm.  “I put him down about an hour ago”, he heard his mother say in the hall.  “He had a bottle before he went to bed.  He usually doesn’t wet his nappy until the early hours.  Janice has gone off to bed too.”

He heard his mother leave and Lucy came into the nursery.  She looked in through the bars of his cot and saw that he was awake.  “Hi honey!”  He sat up in the cot.  He continued to suc-k on his soother because his mother told him that she was recording everything from the baby monitor and he was not allowed to speak.

“I have a nice surprise for you”, Lucy whispered and she scampered out of the room.  Frank was certainly curious.

A few minutes later she returned.  She was wearing a sexy nurse’s uniform.  It was very low cut and tight and he could see the outline of her nipples.  It was also very short and she wore white stockings and suspenders.  She expected him to be excited but he winced.

She gyrated in front of him sexily but he grabbed the bars of his cot and shook his head desperately.  She stopped.  “I thought you would like this.  I thought it would be good to be alone.”  He sighed heavily.  She walked sensuously in her high heels to the cot and undid the side.  “Come here to me.”

This was more like it.  Frank scrambled gratefully from the cot.  She took his hand and led him to the changing table.  He resisted but she told him to get up and she would get the nappy off him.

He got up on the table eagerly.  She pulled down his plastic panties.  “Boy are we going to have a good time”, she said as she resumed gyrating.  Frank winced again.  She licked her lips and started to undo the pins.  Frank groaned.

As she pulled away his nappy she went towards his front nether regions with her mouth.  Frank lay back and groaned loudly.  Suddenly Lucy jerked up.  “What’s this?”  There was a small hard plastic sheath over his pen-is.  It was locked to a ring that was held firmly in place behind his testicles.  Frank was writhing now.  The plastic sheath had a slit in the front.  She could see the purple tip of his pen-is bursting to get through the slit.

His mother was determined to make sure that there would be no funny business.  Lucy examined the lock.  She took it in her fingers and shook it.  She cupped his testicles to examine the ring behind them and see if there was anyway it could be removed.  Frank continued to groan and writhe.

With one final frustrated shake of his plastic tube Lucy had to give up.  She crossed her arms on her chest and frowned.  Frank’s eyes were shut tightly.  He was desperately trying to shake off the image of her in the sexy nurse’s uniform, the stockings and suspenders, the high heels and the way her nipples…..  He groaned again.

“OK, you might as well go back to bed.”  She replaced his nappy and pinned it in place.  He whimpered through his soother, disappointed that she was not going to free him.  She pulled up his plastic pants.  He protested with grunts but she just ignored him.  She led him back to the cot, made him get back in and replaced the side bars.  She made sure that the bolt was properly in place.

Frank clutched the bars and whimpered again.  But she had lost interest.  “Nighty night” she whispered half-heartedly and she went to leave the room.  She stopped and bent over to adjust the strap of her high-heels giving him a perfect view of her stockings and panties.  Frank groaned again as his pen-is fought against the plastic tube.

All night his head was filled with the images of Lucy.  At the slightest thought his pen-is swelled the minimal amount allowed by the chastity device and no more.  He tossed and turned in the cot.  He hugged his teddy and tried to concentrate on his soother but it was hours before he finally fell asleep.

The next day his mother finished the wallpapering.  She also placed many enlarged and framed photos of him in his baby dresses around the room.  No matter where he looked, he could see either his own reflection in a mirror or a huge photo of himself showing off his pretty dresses and bonnets and frilly panties.

When his mother was finished decorating his room, she took out his notebook again.  She turned over one of the pages towards the end.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she keeps Janice as a baby for years yet, she loves having a baby girl so much.”

Frank’s face dropped.  “I never actually thought of that while Janice was a baby”, his mother said.  Frank got to his knees and clutched the bars of his pen.  “But now that you mention it, it would be good to have a baby girl for several more years.  Thanks for thinking of it. And since you were so envious of Janice as a baby girl, you can be my baby girl for years to come.  Isn’t that great?”  “Nnngghhh!”  She smiled, tweaked his nose playfully and turned around.  “Nnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!”  He shook the bars of his pen desperately.  She left the room.

He heard her make a phone call.  “Is that Principal Finch?”  “I’m just ringing to let you know that Frank will be home-schooled from now on.”  Frank clutched the bars of his play-pen.  “That’s right, you can take him off the roles.  He won’t be coming back.”  Tears ran down his cheeks.

Two weeks later, Frank was pretty much resigned to his fate.  He played with his rattles and blocks, looked through the picture books which one short simple sentence on each page.

Lucy continued to baby-sit once a week.  Each time the chastity device was locked on to Frank so there was no possibility of anything happening.  One evening Lucy told him she had accepted an invitation to go to the school prom from Ivan Butler.  Frank looked up sadly at her from the cot.

“Well, you obviously can’t be my boyfriend anymore” she reasoned.  Frank held up his mittens indicating that she could free him any time.  She ignored the gesture.

The night of the prom, she called in.  “Lucy is here all dressed up for the prom”, his mother said as she turned on the light in the nursery.  Frank sat up in the cot.

Lucy came in wearing a dark green coc-ktail dress.  It was strapless.  The skirt was flared with netting and very short.  The high-heels must have been five-inch at least.  She click-clacked into the centre of the room.  “Give us a twirl”, his mother said.  Lucy obliged.  Frank could see the lace stocking tops as her skirts swirled.  It was quite obvious what she intended to do tonight.

“Well, well.  Who’s the lucky guy?” his mother asked.  “Ivan Butler.  And believe me he is going to get lucky!”  His mother tittered.  “I hope you are taking precautions.”  Lucy took her clutch bag and pulled out a strip of condoms.  Frank sighed in the cot.

His mother looked in on him.  “And to think it could have been Frank who was getting lucky.”  Lucy came over to the cot.  “Oh I think Frank is in the right place.  He makes such a pretty lickle-ickle baby.”  She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, giving him a view down the front of her coc-ktail dress.

“He’s really taken to it, hasn’t he?” Lucy said slapping his nappy playfully.  Frank knew that he should continue to resist this but what could he do?  He just sat there glumly, suc-ked on his soother and clutched his dolly.

The next day Lucy called around again.  She was so bright and chirpy that it was obvious she had had a great night.  She gave Frank his bottle as she described the evening to his mother.  “Oh he was so strong and masterful.”  Frank sat there gloomily suc-king on his bottle.

“And did you…..?” his mother asked.  Lucy opened her shoulder bag and pulled out a much shorter strip of condoms.  Frank finished his bottle.  Lucy smiled at him.  “I’d bet you’d love a trip to the park.”  Lucy fetched a pair of thick pink tights while his mother got the harness.

It was a sunny day, much to Frank’s chagrin.  He knew this meant that the park would be full of people.  He waddled ahead of Lucy who held his reins.  When they turned in the gate of the park he cringed, seeing the dozens of boys playing football and all the parents and children around the swings.

While Frank in his baby dresses and nappies were now a regular sight in the park, he still attracted plenty of attention.  Neighbours still came over and made a point of complimenting him on his pretty dress, commenting on his frilly panties and asking about his toilet control.

“He soiled his nappy already this morning so he should be fine for a few hours”, Lucy told everyone.  They went towards the swings and slides.  Everyone gathered around behind as Lucy made him climb the ladder at the slide.  They knew they would get a lovely view of the frills on his nappy cover as he ascended.

Then she brought him to the roundabout.  He had difficulty clutching to the bar with his hands in mittens.  “Don’t spin it too fast”, Lucy warned the other children.

“I need to go to the loo”, Lucy told him.  She tied his reins to the railings and turned to the children.  “Will you keep an eye on him for a few minutes?”  With her gone, the children felt less restrained in teasing Frank.  “What a big sissy baby”, one of the girls sneered.  “Look at those pink tights!”  “Have you wet your nappy yet?”  Frank sniffled. He hadn’t but it wouldn’t be long.  He suc-ked on his soother.  This only made it worse.  “Ha, ha!  The big baby loves his soother!”

When Lucy returned they all smiled at him as if they were best of friends.  Lucy’s mobile rang.  “Hi …. over by the duck pond? … yeah sure, we’ll be over in a minute.”  She tugged Frank’s reins.  “My friends are all over by the duck pond, come on.”

Frank winced but had little choice but to do what she said.  A group of half a dozen girls were sitting on the grass by the pond.  “Brilliant”, Lindsay said, “I didn’t know you had big baby Frank with you!”  They sat him in the middle.

Within a few minutes he had wet himself.  He didn’t want to have to tell Lucy in front of all the girls.  He hoped that she wouldn’t stay long.  But she lay back on the grass and seemed to be settling in for a long stay.

He waited half-an-hour.  He nappy was now cold.  There was no sign of Lucy leaving the park.  He sighed.  “Mmmnghhh.”  She looked up.  “What’s up baby?”  Frank winced.  “Have you wet your nappy?”  All the girls looked up with interest.  Frank’s lack of denial was all they needed.  They tittered.  He could see them looking down at his nappy and smirking.

“Alright baby, we’d better get you home to get your nappy changed.”  The sniggering continued as Lucy pulled him to his feet.  There was still a lengthy discussion about where they would meet later.  Frank shifted from one foot to the other uneasily.

They agreed to meet at 9pm.  “If you’re not still changing nappies.”  “No he’ll be tucked up in his cot by then.  His mummy puts him in double thickness nappies at night since he always wets himself during the night.”  They all had a good laugh at that.