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Poor Richard, by Rosieleigh
« on: September 21, 2013, 07:04:59 PM »
From our 2001 archives



Poor Richard, by Rosieleigh



BRRRRR.BRRRRR. Mrs Thomas picked up the telephone. "Hello, Christine Thomas speaking." "Hi Chris it's Joanne here, Pamelas' mum," said the voice at the other end. "Oh, hi Jo, what can I do for you?" "I'm calling to see if your Jill is still coming to Pams' party next week, and if she is are you still going to help out with some of the food?" Joanne Bates said brightly. "Well, Jill will still be coming, she's really looking forward to it, but as for me, well, Richard is a bit of a problem these days so I'm not really sure if I can manage," Christine replied, sounding a bit disappointed.



"Oh, why, has he got worse?" Jo was concerned. "Worse!! you might say that." "They've not got bigger have they?" Jo sounded amazed. "Jo, they're bigger than Jills', who's big for her age, and they're giving me a run for my money, we've had to put him into a bra!!" "GOD NO!" Jo almost shouted. "Yep! depending on the make, either a thirty six D or double D!" Chris tried to sound calm. "Good Lord, I just can't believe it," Jo sounded like someone who's just been told that a seemingly perfectly fit relative had just died. "Jo, that's not worst of it, he's become incontinent." silence greeted this statement.



Chris went on, "I took him to see Dr. Ryan and he couldn't find any rhyme or reason for it, all he could suggest was that it must be connected to the same genetic abnormality that's caused his breast growth and general lack of masculine development, it wasn't too bad at first, I'd use a night time sanitary towel on him, but it got worse, so I tried disposable nappies, but because there is nothing else wrong with him, he's a perfectly mobile, normal nineteen year old, they leaked. They are also quite expensive.



Luckily, I discovered a company that makes terry towelling underpants with elasticated legs and waist which are perfect, and I can double them up at night so they are extra absorbant, unfortunately they have to be worn with plastic pants, Richard was not impressed as you can imagine.



So I pointed out that it was hardly my fault that he was the way he was, we'd tried all manner of other treatments and bells and things but nothing worked, this was the only effective treatment. So now he's permanently got the miseries, he can't go out unless he's wearing a big coat to cover everything up, not that he wants to, he doesn't see any of his friends he just mopes around the house and hides if anyone calls."



Chris paused, waiting for her friend to respond. "Chris, I'm in a state of shock, poor Richard!" Jo fell silent, then suddenly she started sniggering, "Oh Chris I'm sorry for laughing, but it just sounds so ridiculous." she snorted down the phone loudly. Chris found herself laughing along, she felt guilty, but she couldn't stop!



After a two minute laughter break Jo finally managed to say, "So, why can't you manage the party then?" Which started Chris off again. Another minute or so later Chris answered, "Well, I don't know really" "'Tell you what," Jo replied "Why don't you come over here this afternoon and we'll sort out some arrangements, just put Richard in his big coat and bring him over too!" Jo was practicallity itself. "Jo, he won't come if he thinks there'll be anyone else there." Chris sounded unconvinced.



"There's only me here really, Pammies' in, but she's up in her room with a couple of school friends, so I really don't think they'll bother anyone for hours, you know what forteen year old girls are like, you've got one yourself!" Jo sounded perfectly reasonable. "OK, Jo, you've convinced me, I'll see you in about an hour, I might have to bring Jill as well if she finds out I'm coming over, will that be all right?" "Sure, she can go up and see Pam, she knows them all, so I'll see you in a while then, bye!" Jo finished, Chris said goodbye and hung up.  



After an enormous amount of persuasion Chris evetually managed to convince Richard that there would only be herself, him and Jill (she found out) at Joannes' house. "Lets get you into a clean nappy before we go," she knew immediately she'd said the wrong thing. "It's not a nappy, it's protective underwear, and I can do it myself." Nineteen year old Richard Thomas was indignant. He hated the condition he was in, he hated having to wear baby style 'protective underwear', but his mum had convinced him it was for the best, he hated even more the fact that he had to wear a bra.



Why couldn't she get plain ones, more boyish ones, not the lacy satin ones she made him wear. "But Richard, bras are designed for girls and women, not boys, that's why they are lacy and delicate, besides, who are you going to be showing it off to?" she was always so reasonable.



"Richard, I think it would be better if I changed your protection rather than you, you always make a mess of it, so come on, it'll only take a minute." Richard whined like a child, "But mum," he started, "Richard, come here, now, I don't want to have to smack you and have you arriving at Joannes' house blubbing like a baby." Chris was getting annoyed, Richard knew, he shuffled over to her, head bowed. "Lie down." Chris pointed to the plastic sheet, he lay.



She removed the soiled nappy, "Whew, that needed doing, why didn't you say something, stupid boy!" she wiped his bottom with baby wipes, then applied two pairs of the nappy pants, just in case, as she pulled up the large plastic pants Jill walked into the room, she looked down at Richard with disgust, "I'll come back when you've finished." she turned and left. Richards' condition gave her the creeps! He blushed, the humilliation of having a nappy change in front of a fourteen year old girl was awful. "There you go, put your tracksuit bottoms back on and get your coat, we'll be late if we're not careful." His mother clapped her hands. "JILL, come on, we're going." So the three of them bundled into the family car, Richard in a dark blue over coat, even though it was the middle of July and very warm, and off they went to Joannes house. Richard really wasn't happy about this....



  Poor Richard pt 2 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 21:55:



As they drove to Joannes' house, Richard sat in the back of the car (Jill refused to sit next to him) feeling strangely apprehensive, he almost felt like telling his mother to stop the car and turn back. Of course he wouldn't, he knew she would refuse. He wondered what his father would think if he could see him, he would probably disown him.



Richard felt his breasts jiggle about as the car went over bumps in the road, the bra he was wearing wasn't very supportive. Sometimes he had difficulty believing his condition couldn't be cured, his mother was somehow conspiring to keep him this way for some reason. He shifted slightly, feeling the thick nappy, it rustled softly, he wasn't sure what was worse, the nappy or the bra, both were equally bad he decided. They stopped at traffic lights, Richard sank further into his seat lest somebody see him, not that they could see anything, the big coat he was wearing covered everything.



He looked out the window, not far now, this was the first time he'd been out of the house for a very long time, that was probably why he felt so nervous. A few minutes later they pulled into Joannes drive, Jill and his mother both got out, he sat there trying to summon the courage. "Come on you idiot, there's nobody around to see your pathetic body." Jill was not very sympathetic to his condition.



Her words stung. "Don't talk to your brother like that Jill, you know perfectly well it's not his fault," his mother rebuked. "Well what do you expect, he's part man, part woman, part baby!" Jill sneered. "Jill, I'm warning you!" Chris almost smiled at her daughters accurate, if harsh description. Richard climbed out of the car and hastily walked to the front door. He stood furtively looking around, the door opened. "Come on in folks," Jo Bates stood aside to let them enter.



In the hallway Jo looked at Richard in his heavy overcoat, he seems quite small for a nineteen year old, she thought. "May I take your coat Richard?" Jo asked. "No, thank you, I'll keep it on if it's all the same," He knew the track suit bottoms couldn't hide the bulky nappy he was wearing, and he'd forgotton to check if the bra could be seen through the white T shirt his mother had given him to wear. "OK, but just hang it out here if you get too warm." Richard nodded, he hoped this wouldn't last too long.  



"Jill, Pams' upstairs in her room with Jenny and Rachel from school, if you'd like to go up, please feel free." Joannes' words caused Richards heart to skip a beat. "Thanks, I will." Jill said, heading for the stairs. Richard watched her, thinking, please God don't bring them down here. He certainly wouldn't be removing his coat now, not for anything! Jo, his mother and Richard all entered the kitchen, it was very warm, Jo had been baking. "Sorry about the heat, making stuff for the party." Jo explained.



His mother and Jo sat down and got their heads together discussing the party. Richard was bored, why did I agree to this, he thought. He was also getting very hot, beads of sweat were breaking out on his top lip, and the nappy was feeling uncomfortably steamy. After about half an hour, his mother looked up, "Richard for Gods' sake take that coat off before you faint," she ordered. "But mum, aren't we leaving soon?" Richard asked desperately. "No, not for a while yet, so don't be silly, take off the coat, Jo is perfectly aware of your condition," Jo nodded in agreement, she was keen to see his condition. He reluctantly unbuttoned the coat, "It feels better just being undone," he tried hopefully. "Richard, take it off!" his mother was sounding annoyed.



He removed the coat, hunching his shoulders forward, trying to hide his chest. He looked down and was horrified to note that the bra was indeed visible through the T shirt. He placed the coat on the back of a nearby chair. Jo watched fascinated at the bulk of the nappy, at the outline of the bra. As he leant forward to put down the coat she could clearly see the top of the plastic pants where the coat had caused the T shirt to ride up. Richard turned back, she quickly averted her eyes, she felt strangely excited. "Come and sit down here with us," she said thickly, her pulse increasing. Richard sat at the table, Jo continued talking to his mother, her eyes kept glancing at the lacy outline of his bra, and at the now larger expanse of semi-transparent plastic pants where Richard had neglected to pull his shirt back down.



She wondered if he'd used the nappy yet, whether he was sitting in a wet or even poo filled nappy, but no they'd surely smell that. She wondered if he'd need changing before they left, she found that idea very interesting. There was a loud thump from upstairs, breaking her reverie. "What on earth are those girls doing up there," Jo rose from the table and opened the kitchedn door, she shouted up the stairs, "PAM, WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?" a door opened, "Sorry mum, we were just messing about, Rachel tripped over." Pam replied. "If you can't behave yourselves you're going to have to come down here, do you understand?" Richard was apoplectic at this statement, he looked around desperately for an escape route. "OK, mum it won't happen again," Pam appologised. Jo closed the kitchen door, "Honestly, they're worse than boys sometimes." she smiled at Richard. He grimaced back, his pulse slowly returning to normal. The party discussion started anew. Richard started daydreaming.



He absent mindedly squeezed and scratched his left breast. Jo was mesmerised. She completely lost the thread of what she was saying. "Are you OK, Jo?" he heard his mother ask. "What, er, yes, sorry I um, Richard, how would you like to come to the party," Jo blurted. Richard snapped to attention, "Pardon?" he hardly believed his ears. "Thats an excellent idea, get you out of the house and back socialising again," his mother chipped in. Richard was horrified, "NO, absolutely no way!" he shook his head vigorously, eyes wide. "Don't be so sure yet, you think about it, it'd do you good." his mother persisted.



Richard didn't need to think about it, "I've thought, NO!" The 'NO' was punctuated by another loud crash from Pams' room. "Right, thats it!" Jo was up and out of the room before anyone could think. Richard could hear muffled voices from upstairs. A few moments later she returned. Before Richard realised what was going on the kitchen door opened and in trooped four pretty, fourteen year old girls......



  Poor Richard pt 3 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:01:14



story: Richard sat transfixed, his eyes wide with terror. The four girls bustled into the kitchen laughing and squealing. Richard tried to get up, but found that he was frozen with fear, his heart pounded in his chest, he was on the verge of passing out. "Girls, girls, please, not out here, we're trying to work, go into the living room and try not to make too much noise," Jo shooed the girls out.



They looked at Richard who was crimson, and giggled behind their hands as they left the room. He distinctly heard one of them whisper, "You can see his bra and his nappy," followed by raucous laughter. Jo turned to Richard, "Sorry about that love, I didn't think they'd all come in here," Richard was sweating badly and trembling with humilliation, he felt his bladder let go, warmth spead around his groin and settled under his bottom, it seemed to go on forever. "Richard are you all right?" his mother looked concerned. "You told me there'd be nobody here but the four of us, now they've all seen me like this, it's not fair." He wailed.



Tears formed in his eyes, he sobbed quietly. "Oh Richard, don't be such a baby, they all know about your condition, you're just going to get used to people again." his mother chided. Richard sniffled and shifted uncomfortably, his nappy was soaked through. His mother looked at him quizzically, "Richard, are you wet?" she asked, he shrugged, "A bit." he mumbled.



His mother stuck her fingers down the back of the plastic pants, "Richard you're soaked," she turned to Jo, who was fascinated, "Can we make use of your bathroom for a few minutes, I'm going to have to change him, fortunately I brought some clean things with me, just in case something like this happened." Jo nodded, "Of course, you know where it is," "Come on, lets get upstairs and get you changed," she took his arm and pulled him to his feet, then led him from the room, picking up a large carrier bag which she'd brought with her.



They trudged up to the bathroom. "I'm sorry but I've got no terry pants clean at the moment so your going to have to make do with traditional protection." she remembered to use the correct euphamism. She locked the door. "Take off your trousers," she ordered. Richard did as he was told, he'd peed so much the plastic pants had leaked and the track bottoms were very wet around the seat.



His mother noticed, "Oh lord you can't wear them, they're soaked as well." she groaned. She helped him remove the sodden nappy, then unfolded a large terry towelling square she'd removed from the carrier bag. She lay it on the floor. "Sit yourself on that," she indicated the nappy, "But, thats a baby thing I can't wear that," Richard whined. "Just sit on it, before I lose my temper. He sat.



His mother pushed him flat on his back and pulled the nappy between his legs and fastened it with two large safety pins. She then produced a clean pair of plastic pants and shook them out, they were pink! Richard looked aghast. "I'm sorry but its all I could get." his mother explained, pulling them up his legs and over the nappy. They crackled noisily. "Oh mum, they're pink, what if anyone sees them, I'll die!" he wasn't happy. "Don't be silly, no one ever died from wearing pink plastic pants, now what are we going to get you to wear, you can't put these back on," she placed the trousers in the bag with the wet nappy and tied it in a knot.



"Wait here while I see Jo," a ridiculous request, he wasn't going anywhere dressed like this! He locked the door after her. After a few minutes the door knob rattled, he unlocked the door asuming it was his mother back, the door opened and there stood Rachel. She stared at Richard dressed in only a white T shirt and nappy. She stiffled a laugh. But it was the pink plastic pants! She guffawed loudly, then ran down the corridor.



A moment later his mother reappeared with Jo, who stared at his nappy. "Jo hasn't got any trousers that will fit over your protective underwear I'm afraid, so you'll just have to wear a skirt." his mother said matter of factly. Richard stared, "WHAT? NO, I can't." he shook his head vigorously. "Yes you can, it'll only be 'til we get home, you can't walk around like that." So Richard found himself in Joannes bedroom putting on a pale blue pleated skirt, he felt ridiculous. "Hmm, he's got nice legs hasn't he?" Jo mused.



Richard blushed. His mother stood pondering, "You know, I've had an idea," she said to herself mysteriously. Then, "Come on I suppose we'd better get off home now, put your shoes back on and I'll go and get Jill." she left him with Jo. Jo stared at the young man, he looked like a girl wearing the skirt, his large breasts emphasising the fact, she felt quite unneccessary!! She found herself putting her arm round his waist as they left the room. Richard felt uncomfortable, the skirt tickled his legs and the plastic pants crackled quite loudly as he walked. Waiting at the foot of the stairs were Jill and his mother, Jill snorted derisively, "God, he looks like a girl!" she watched him descend the stairs, his boobs bounced up and down with each step, she thought to herself, we must try to get him to the party.



She and the girls had hatched up a great idea, they would tell him it was a fancy dress party, but he'd be the only one dressed! Jo opened the front door, "We'd all love you to come to the party," she said, "Yes, we're thinking of making it fancy dress," Jill chipped in. Richard simply shook his head and walked off to the car, looking around desperately as he went. The skirt fluttered in the breeze as he waited for his mother to unlock the car doors. Looking from the living room window the three remaining girls were beside themselves with laughter, theirs was a good plan. Richards life was about to take a turn for the worst...



  Poor Richard pt 4 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:23:42



Richard got hastily back into the car, the wind whipped up his skirt spectacularly and gave every one in the house a view of his pink plastic pants, desperately beating down the skirt he sat. Supprisingly Jill got in beside him. I wonder what she wants, he thought, she'd never sit next to me normally.



As they drove off, Jill waved to her friends, then turned to Richard, "Please come to the party, I know you think we're horrid, but you must see it from our point of view, you do look a bit funny dressed like that." Jill said ernestly. Richard had to admit that he probably did look pretty stupid dressed in the skirt. "Yes I know what you mean, but I'm still not going to the party," Richard was adamant. "Please, mum tell him, we all really want him to come," she looked at her mother. "Well if he doesn't want to go I can hardly make him, mind you I do think it would do him good to go, its no good hiding around the house all day, life goes on," she looked at Richard in the mirror, "After all, you're not about to die or anything, you can't just give up on life at nineteen years of age."



Richard knew she was right, but to go to the party, with all those girls, he just couldn't. Jill could see hesitation in Richard, with a bit more work I think I'll have him just where I want him, she thought. They drove the rest of the way in silence, Jill surprised Richard by squeezing his hand affectionately a couple of times on the way.



 After about two days of relentless pressure by Jill Richard finally submitted, "OK, I'll go to the party, but if it's fancy dress what will I wear?" Richard was caught, hook, line and sinker! "Well, we've had a great idea for you, but it's a secret at the moment, you've got to promise me you'll wear what we've got for you," Richard wasn't sure, "It depends, I may not like it," he shook his head slowly. "You'll love it, believe me, it's so you, please promise," Jill begged. "OH, all right I promise," Richard was sunk!  



As the fateful day approached Jill and her friends gradually assemble poor Richards' outfit. At the same time his mother was having ideas of her own concerning his appearance. She was in constant contact with Jo, discussing her thoughts, Jo agreed enthusiastically with her plans, offering to help if Richard became difficult when they decided to implement them. Meanwhile, Richard was blissfully unaware, indeed, he was feeling more positive than he had for a very long time, a situation that was not to continue!  



The day of the party finally dawned. Pam and Rachel arrived at the Thomas household early to finalise the days agenda. Richard woke at eight thirty, his nappy soaked as usual. He climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, he entered and locked the door. He pulled down his plastic pants and dropped them into the covered bucket which was used for his soiled 'protective underwear', next came the towelling pants, he closed the lid on them and got in the shower.



After the shower he dried himself and donned his bathrobe and went back to his room. His mother was waiting as usual with his clean protection. He pulled on the pants followed by the hated plastic ones, she handed him a clean bra, he donned it expertly, then it was the normal T shirt and track suit bottoms. He went down to breakfast. In the kitchen were Jill, Pam and Rachel, "Hi Richard," they chorassed, Richard hi'd back, he was getting used to the girls seeing him dressed the way he was. "All ready for the big day?" Pam asked, Richard smiled sheepishly, he still had no idea what his outfit was to be. "So what are you girls going to wear?" he asked. "Ah, thats a secret too, you'll find out at the party," Jill replied mysteriously.



The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Then the time came. Jill came to up to Richard with a black scarf, "Richard I have to blindfold you so that you can't see what you are wearing, I know it seems a bit drastic but please go along with it, it'll be worth it, believe me!" Richard stupidly agreed.



Once the blindfold was tied, Jill said "Right, I'm off to get changed into my costume," she lied, "Pam and Rachel will help you into yours." he heard the two girls enter his room, "We're just going to take off your T shirt and bottoms, please don't be embarrassed, we know what you're wearing, we've seen you enough times now," Richard nodded, they took off his clothes. "We're now going to dress you in your costume for tonight, Richard felt socks and shoes, things being pulled up his legs, over his head, he had no idea what he was wearing at all! "Now don't touch anything," he was warned, "We are now going to put your overcoat on you, so that you can't feel what you are wearing."



The big coat covered the outfit completely. He was led downstairs, Jill held his hand. "Pam and Rachel are going to change now, so we'll wait here til Pams' mum arrives to take us to the party," the two girls went to change for the party, not fancy dress! Richard could have sworn he heard muffled giggling.



After a few minutes the girls returned grinning, "Mums' just pulled into your driveway," he heard Pam say. "Come on then, lets go." They left the house and clambered into Joannes car. Jo looked at the blindfolded Richard, boy, are you in for a surprise, she thought.



The drive to the party was quite pleasant for Richard, Pam sat on one side of him, Rachel the other, they each held his hands. They arrived. Richard was led into the house and into the living room. There was clearly quite a few people in the room. His over coat was removed, there were numerous muffled gasps and quite a lot of not so muffled laughter. Richard was suddenly apprehensive, he tried to move but the two girls had resumed holding his hands tightly. "Ready?"



The blindfold was whipped from his eyes, "SURPRISE!!" about twenty girls all shouted together. Richard blinked against the light.



Facing him was someone dressed in a very frilly pink satin baby dress, it didn't quite cover the frilly pink and white satin nappy cover, white lace short socks, pink Mary Janes, a matching pink bonnet and a large dummy on a pink satin ribbon hung round HIS neck!! Richard suddenly became aware that the big baby was him. His knees buckled, the two girls held him. All of a sudden the whole room was filled with the shreaks of twenty, fourteen year old girls. None of the girls wore fancy dress. Richard burst into tears.....  



Poor Richard pt 5 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:28:19



Richard stood sobbing as the girls all laughed and cheered, he was so overcome he couldn't think straight. Why had they done this, his sister had tricked him, his mother must have known what was going on, surely she should have stopped them. Here he was, standing in the middle of a bunch of demented schoolgirls, dressed like a big baby! He'd never felt so foolish or terrified in his entire life.



The girls started pulling him about, lifting the short dress, patting his nappied behind. They wouldn't stop. He tried to cry out but nothing would come, he was using too much energy sobbing. Behind him he heard his mothers' voice shouting above the din, "Girls, girls, please, stop mauling poor Richard, play nicely, you're frightening him." the girls released him, "Mum, stop them please, I don't like this, please can I go home,PLEASE!" Richard was wailing, pleading, for help, his tear stained face was a picture of abject misery.



"Oh Richard you silly boy, you agreed to come here today, you must expect some teasing from the girls, after all you are dressed like a little baby, and under the circ-umstances it would seem quite appropriate, look at you, crying like that." Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing, "But I never knew they were going to dress me like this, they're not even in fancy dress, they said they would be, they lied, its not fair," he was beside himself, "Where's your sense of humour, they're just having a bit of fun, I really thought you'd be more of a sport," his mother sounded quite disappointed. "They're just being horrid because of my condition, I can't help it if I pee myself, I can't help it if I've got these," he grasped his ample boobs.



The girls all burst out laughing at Richard demonstration, which only made matters worse. Richards' mother clapped her hands together, "Now come on, lets try to behave, this is supposed to be a party, lets all go into the other room, Pams' mum has set out a lot of food for you all, it's taken hard work on her part preparing for this party, lets not spoil it over some silliness from Richard." she glared at her babified son, she found it hard to keep a straight face, the girls had done a magnificent job.



She held open the door to the next room, the girls started to troop through, Pam and Jill took Richard by the arms and tried to lead him along, he dug his heels in, "No, I'm not going, I want to go home, I don't want to wear these silly clothes any more, let go!" he struggled to free himself from the girls' grip, they held firm, but Richard wasn't about to give up easily, he started kicking out at his captors. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" his mother barked. She grabbed him round the waist and wrestled him over a nearby armchair.



Then to Richards' absolute horror she proceded to slap the tops of his legs. Hard. The girls suddenly poured back into the room. They looked on, slightly shocked at the proceedings, but soon started smiling when Richard resumed the waterworks with a vengeance. His mother finally released him, Richard was really screaming now, he sounded just like the baby he was dressed as. "Now go into the other room with the girls and try to enjoy yourself, Jo's put a lot of effort into this, so don't spoil it." she grabbed his arm and pulled him through into the dining room.



Picking up a plate she forced it into his shaking hands and pushed him towards the tables laden with sandwiches and cakes. He just stood there racked with sobbing, his mother shook her head, she picked up a small iced cake and shoved it into his open mouth, "Shut up and eat!"



Richards mouth worked up and down,his crying muffled by the sticky cake, crumbs fell from his lips onto the empty plate. Some of the girls looked on, shuffling their feet, clearly embarrassed. Rachel, one of the instigators of the plot, was quite overcome, she didn't think it would be as bad as it had turned out. She held Richard round his waist and led him slowly to a chair and sat him down. "Don't cry Richard, please, it was only mean't to be a bit of fun," he turned and looked at her, his eyes red with tears, "Go 'way," he didn't want her sympathy. Rachel stood, as she turned to leave she noticed a fairly unpleasant smell. The shock and fear had taken its' toll. Richard had filled his nappy.......



  Poor Richard pt 6 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:32:09



Rachel looked back at Richard quizzically, "Richard, have you pooped your pants?" it was a pretty embarrassing question. Richard stopped crying, he looked up, he was the colour of a fire-engine. A number of other girls nearby also noticed the smell, there were chorusses of, pooh!, oh God whats that!, yuck!, Richard squirmed. Rachel called to his mother, "Mrs. Thomas, I think Richards' had an accident in his pants!" Richard cowered.



His mother looked heavenward, "Oh lord I don't believe it," she sighed, walking over to the cringing boy she immediately noticed the unmistakeable aroma. "Richard really, why couldn't you wait, you've never done it in your pants before." Richard looked back helplessly, "I was scared." he mumbled feebly. His mother hauled him to his feet, and dragged him off to the bathroom. Richard tottered behind her, bow legged, his filled nappy decidedly uncomfortable, he left a wake of farmyard smells behind.



Mrs Thomas pushed open the bathroom door and grabbed the large bag she had left in there, just in case something like this were to happen. She pulled a large pink plastic sheet from the bag and laid it on the floor, she shoved Richard down onto it, "Lie there and shut up!" She knelt down and pulled off the frilly satin nappy cover, the edges were damp with pee, she tutted, then came the plastic pants, the full aroma of the filled nappy burst into the room.



The jostling sea of schoolgirls who crowded the doorway reeled at the smell. Richard noticed them for the fisrt time, he started crying again. His mother gingerly removed the nappy and placed it, wincing, into a plastic bag with the pants and tied it in a tight knot. She cleaned his filthy bottom with toilet tissue, then wiped it clean with moistened baby wipes. The watching girls were mesmerised.



The size of Richards' willy was a major dissappointment, they'de never seen one so small, especially as Richard was nineteen years old! His mother pulled up two pairs of the terry towelling pants followed by a pair of pale pink plastic pants covered with little bunnies, they were very crackly.



His pretty frock was pulled back down, and he was lifted into a sitting position. His mother wiped his tear stained face, and to silence the noise of his howling she stuffed his dummy into his mouth, the crying became a wet slurping sound, she pulled him to his feet. "There, now you've got the shame of everyone being able to see your nappy, seeing as you've ruined your pretty knickers," his mother chided him, she led him through the watching throng of girls, the fresh plastic pants crackled very loudly, "Now, lets rejoin the party, and try to enjoy yourself, after all you wanted to come." The girls tittered as Richard dissappeared back down the stairs, his bulging nappy conspicuously poking from the bottom of the pretty pink party frock!



After another hour of humilliation, his ordeal was over. From the time the blindfold was removed to the time he was led from Joannes' house, Richard had cried almost non-stop. He just wanted to go home and hide. Forever! Richard sat on the back seat of the car sniffing gently, unaware that he wasn't wearing his overcoat. A number of people noticed the big baby and smiled, Richard didn't see.



When they got home he was led from the car, down the garden path in full view of the neighbours, Richard, fortunately, was so overcome with misery it did't register. In his bedroom he stood mutely as his pretty party outfit was removed and he was dressed for bed in a brand new pink satin baby doll nightie. His mother had taken advantage of his exhausted state to initiate her plan. Richard was helped into bed, the covers pulled up. He almost immediately was asleep, his energy spent, the horrors of the day had finished him, he slept like the dead.  



Richard finally woke the following afternoon, his mother had let him sleep through. As usual his nappy was soaked. He blinked at the afternoon sunshine, then he saw his fancy dress outfit hanging on the wardrobe door, he groaned, the full weight of remembrance fell on him like a ton weight. He would never show his face again, he couldn't! There was a tap at the door, he rolled over, face in his pillow, the wet nappy felt heavy round his hips. "Did you sleep well sweetheart, I didn't wake you, I thought you could use the extra hours after yesterdays' excitement!" his mother masterfully understated. She placed a cup of tea on his bedside table, stroked his head and drew back the covers slightly. He was still in the nightie. He hadn't noticed yet. "I'm glad you like your new nightwear, I thought you would," she cooed. Richard swung round and sat bolt upright. He looked down at the pink babydoll he was wearing. His head snapped up, he stared blankly at his mother. She smiled back....



  Poor Richard pt 7 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:35:23



"Don't you like your pretty new nightie?" his mother asked. "No, why am I wearing it?" Richard demanded. "Well, I couldn't find a clean pair of jammies for you, so I thought that it would do, after all who's going to see it?" she lied. She turned to leave the room, "I'll be back in a moment to change your nap.. er underwear." she smiled and left. Richard immediately pulled the nightie off and flung it to the foot of the bed, he lept out of bed, his large breasts jiggled embarrassingly, forcing him to hold them in each hand, God he hated being like this.



He pulled open a drawer and lifted out a T shirt, putting it on he returned to bed, his soaked nappy felt heavy and uncomfortable. A while later his mother returned, "So, you didn't like your nightie then, if you have to remove things don't just throw them away, fold them properly." she frowned at him. "Sorry." he mumbled. "Well anyway lets get youy changed," Richard got back out of bed and followed his mother into the bathroom where his nappy was removed. After a warm shower he returned to his room and was dressed in a clean nappy.



 Later, after lunch, mercifully his sister was not there, Richard went up to his room to reflect on the previous days' humilliation, and life in general. How could they all be so horrid to him, he'd done nothing wrong, he hadn't hurt anyone, he certainly couldn't help his condition, why?



 Shortly before he'd left school he'd been diagnosed as having a very rare genetic abnormality, he was told he wouldn't physically develop much, he would remain small framed, his voice would stay smooth and not very deep, his skin soft and almost hairless. What they didn't warn him about was the huge breasts he'd grown. They'd started about six months before he left school, which was why he'd been taken to the doctor, had numerous tests and told of his condition.



At first it was not really noticeable, but they grew pretty rapidly forcing him to wear looser and baggier tops to school. Then one day, a very hot summer day, he forgot himself and took off the jumper he was wearing. It was just outside the school main entrance, school had finished for the day. There were a lot of people about. The tight white T shirt he was wearing underneath rode up as he pulled off the jumper, exposing his smooth, flat, narrrow waist. As he lowered his arms he pulled back down the T shirt, there were numerous gasps from the girls around. He looked up, suddenly aware of what he'd done. People were staring at his chest.



He looked down at the object of their attention. His breasts were very noticeable, the nipples pertly raised through the thin material. He was horrified. He clutched his hands to his chest and ran across the school yard, out the gates, and down the road. He ran all the way home, adrenalin fueled his legs, his mind blank.



He rushed through the front door of his house, where his mother stopped him. "What on earth is the matter?" He blurted out the story. "Oh is that all, they'll probably forget all about it by tomorrow." she said, "They won't, I know they won't," Richard was convinced. "All right, I'll think of something, they'll soon forget, don't worry," his mother assured him, "Now calm down, go and wash and we'll have some tea." she sounded so reasonable and dismissive.



However, it preyed on his mind right up 'til bedtime. He slept supprisingly well. In the morning, as he nervously prepared for school, his mother handed him a sealed envelope. "Hand this to the principal, it will explain the situation and hopefully you'll have no more concerns," she sounded reasuring. Famous last words.  



Richard got to school early, not many people about. He went straight to the principals' office, he was in, and handed over the note. The principal thanked him. Richard left and made himself scarce til the morning assembly, he felt uncertain.



When the whole school was assembled and all the formalities were over, the principal spoke, "Just one small thing before you leave for your lessons, I have a note from one of our senior students mother, the student in question will remain anonymous.



The student, a boy, has a rare genetic disorder resulting in the development of... well, breasts." he paused. There were gasps and and a disturbing amount of laughter, especially from the less enlightened male contingent. "Please, please," the principal continued, "Now obviously this is very embarrassing for the individual concerned, so if anyone is aware of who it is, I, as well as he, would be obliged if you'd keep it secret. School, dismissed." With those words, the principal ensured that the remaining days of his school time were utterly miserable.



The news of his identity spread like wild fire and before long girls were tittering behind their hands and boys were poking fun, blowing kisses and some were even grabbing the offending articles! It was a long time before he'd speak to his mother again.  



His reverie was broken by his mother. She tapped on his door and poked her head round, "Can I have a word?" Richard nodded. She came in and sat on the bed next to him. Richard shifted slightly, his nappy crackled faintly. She looked at her son, he was wearing pale blue track suit bottoms and a very old stretched and baggy white T shirt, the neck had stretched so much that one side was hanging off his shoulder, showing the lacy trap of his bra. She cleared her throat, "As you know, we've got to go to visit Aunt Vera and Uncle Dave next week, now I know you don't want to go, but I've promissed you would."



'Aunt' Vera and 'Uncle' Dave weren't really related, they were just very old familly friends. "I know you are very concious about your condition and don't like to go out," (an understatement of gigantic proportions) his mother continued, "Well I've had a brilliant idea!".....  



Poor Richard pt 8 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:47:02



Richard was immediately on the defensive, "What do you mean by 'brilliant idea'?" he looked warily at his mother. "Well, I've discussed it with Joanne and she thought it was excellent too," his mother replied enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, but what is?" Richard had a bad feeling about this, his mother wouldn't come to the point. "Now, you promise not to get upset, just hear me out...promise?" Richard was exasperated, "Yes, I promise, now what is it?"



His mother hesitated, "Instead of always having to go out in that heavy old coat of yours, Jo and I thought it would be good if you could go out dressed normally." she looked at her son hopefully. "How can I possibly go out dressed normally, look at me, I've got bigger boobs than you, I'm wearing a nappy, I'd look ridiculous, be reasonable!" he stood up and paced the room, the plastic pants he was wearing were particularly noisy, and crackled loudly with each step.



"Richard dear, please sit down and let me finish," his mother patted the bed. He sat. "OK, carry on." he sighed. "We thought that given your light body build and smooth skin, you could probably get away with wearing girls' clothes." she smiled expectantly.



Richards' jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding!" he was incredulous. His mother carried on, "Think about it, you'd be able to go out whenever you wanted without having to wear that coat, no one would know, I bet you'd make a really convincing girl," "Never!" he replied flatly, "Absolutely, never!" "Oh, please Richard, just try it, it won't hurt to try surely?" his mother reasoned.



And so it went on, until eventually Richard relented. "Great, lets see what we can find for you to wear, come on." she took his hand and led him through to her bedroom, "Take those clothes off," she ordered. Richard removed his clothes and stood in the middle of the room in only a bra and his nappy.



He felt very self-conscious. His mother handed him a nylon waist slip, "Put this on, then this." she also gave him a white short sleeved blouse, he put them on. "Now, this should go over your protective undies," she produced a knee length red tartan pleated skirt, "Think of it as a kilt," she said helpfully.



He pulled it up over the nappy and fastened it at the side, it was a perfect fit, the bulky nappy made it look like he had wide hips. He stood there feeling very foolish. "There, you look smashing!" his mother beamed. He looked at himself in the mirror and he had to admit, he did look like a girl.



I suppose it could work, he thought, then, NO! what am I thinking! "I don't think I could go out like this." he said. "Yes you could, no one would possibly guess that you were a boy, you look brilliant, oh, please say you'll do it, Vera and Dave know about your condition, they're very understanding, PLEASE?" she begged.



"Oh God all right, as long as I don't have to go walking about in public, or anything like that, just in and out of the car," His mother clapped her hands, then hugged him, their breasts pressed together, a feeling Richard found disturbingly erotic.



She kissed his cheek, "I'm going to go straight out and buy you a really nice outfit to go in!" she let go and readied herself to go out. "Hold on, can't I wear what I'm wearing now, its plain enough, and isn't too girly?"



Richard was a bit alarmed. "Oh no, you've got to have your own clothes, don't worry it'll be tasteful!" she pecked him on the cheek again, "It'll be like having two daughters... bye!" suddenly she was gone. Richard felt more than a little apprehensive. What have I done? he thought.



He removed the female clothes and put his own back on, he went back to his room deep in thought.



 The day of the visit arrived all too quickly. His mother hadn't allowed him to see the outfit she'd bought, it was to be a supprise, she assured him it wasn't 'too girly' but he wasn't convinced, too late now, he thought.



His mother told him to have a 'nice soak in the bath' then added, "You might just like to shave your legs and underarms!" Richard was startled, "Why, what for?" "It will make for a more convincing appearance," she assured him, "Go on, chop-chop!"



Richard emerged from the bathroom shaved, his legs felt very sensitive under the bath robe. He went to his room. His mother was waiting with a selection of bags and boxes. "Right, shall we begin?" Richard nodded morosely, he wished he hadn't agreed to all this. His mother handed him two pairs of his terry towelling pants, 'for travelling' "Put them on properly," she ordered, next a pair of white semi-transparent plastic pants.



As he pulled them up over his super-sensitive legs and over the nappy, the door bell rang downstairs. He looked quizzically at his mother, "That'll be Jo, she said she might pop round." his mother answered his look matter-of-factly. "Now, where were we, ah yes, here, put this on next," she opened a box and handed him possibly the laciest bra he had ever seen. "It's a very good make, only the best for my sweet," his mother smiled lovingly.



Richard took it as though it might bite him. He removed his bath robe and donned the bra, full cupped it fit him like a glove. He blushed. "Well you can't wear tights, they won't stretch over your nappy.. sorry, protection. So it'll have to be stockings, turn round."



He turned dumbly, his mother fitted a matching suspender belt round his waist, then opened a flat packet containing a pair of very sheer flesh coloured nylons, "No body will know you're wearing these, they're so fine...leg up!"



The stockings were pulled up his legs and fastened to the belt. Richard rubbed his knees together, the stockings were very smooth and slippery.



He looked at his reflection in the mirror, he gasped, no body will know he thought, the stockings were very glossy, he was about to exclaim when there was a tap at the door and Joanne walked in, "Hi guys, don't mind me!" she glanced at Richard and smirked. He turned the colour of a beetroot.



"Now for the rest of the outfit," his mother continued as though nothing had happened, she lifted the lid off a flat cardboard box and took out a white semi-transparent silk blouse, it had a high neck and was edged in delicate lace.



Richard felt sick. His mother helped him into the blouse and buttoned it up for him, his bra could be clearly seen through the fine material. "Thats why you've such a pretty bra!" his mother explained. Richard was struck dumb, what was happening?



He watched his mother open another large packet, she took out a suit on a hanger. It was pale pink silk. A skirt and jacket. Richard shook his head slowly and backed away, he backed into the arms of the waiting Jo, "Oh no you don't!" she said.....



  Poor Richard pt 9 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 22:52:16



Joanne held Richard round the waist, he struggled manfully, but being not very manful, Jo prevailed. "Now, are you going to behave yourself or are we going to have to use some discipline?" Jo whispered in his ear.



His shoulders slumped in defeat. His mother continued to unpack the suit, Richard found he could not take his eyes off it, I can't wear that, he thought. His pulse was quickening, his mouth dry, his knees were trembling, his whole body was trembling! Jo noticed, "Don't be afraid dear it won't hurt, I'm sure you are going to look divine," she squeezed his waist and patted his nappied bottom, her hand lingered on the plastic pants, stroking absent mindedly.



Richard noticed and tried to move away, Jo gently held him, she was feeling most unusual! "Do you have a slip for Richard to wear under his skirt?" she asked his mother. "Yes, here," she removed a white satin and lace knee length slip from another of the numerous bags and handed it to Jo. "Richard, just pop this on," she held the waist band open for him to step into, he reluctantly obliged. She drew it up over the nappy and snapped the slip in place.



Richard groaned, "I don't want to go now, I'm sure Vera and Dave won't miss me if I don't go, I've changed my mind," he announced as forcefully as he could manage. His mother looked at him. "I've spent a lot of time, effort and money on this trip, you're going, end of story!" she gave him her best stony gaze. Richard knew he was beaten, a single tear ran down his cheek. His mother approached him holding the silk skirt, his eyes never left it.



He allowed his mother to put it on him, it felt as though he were in a trance, this was not happening to him. The skirt fell to just below his knees, it was softly pleated from the waist and hid the bulge of his nappy beautifully. A pair of modestly heeled pumps were produced, matching the suit perfectly, they gave his legs an encouragingly shapely appearance. "Sit down." his mother ordered. Richard sat where indicated, on a chair facing her.



She then proceeded to pluck out a few stray eyebrows which made Richard wince, "What are you doing?" he cried, trying to get up. Jo held him down. "It's just for a more convincing appearance" she assured him. A touch of eyeshadow, rouge and lipstick were applied, his mother stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Perfect, you'll do!" she announced. "Stand up and put on the jacket, then you'll be ready," she helped him up and held out the jacket he slipped his arms in, it fit him just fine.



It was collarless, the lacy, high neck of the blouse set the outfit off perfectly. "Right, now I'm just going to get changed myself so you can go downstairs and wait for me in the lounge with your sister, she should be ready by now, I'll only be a few minutes." she left the room feeling very pleased with herself, everything was going splendidly. Richard stood in the centre of his room, he was dazed, he couldn't quite get to grips with what was happening.



Jo took his arm, "Come on lets go down and join your sister," she steered him out the room and down the stairs. Jo pushed open the lounge door, his sister Jill had her back to them looking out the window. She heard them enter and swung round. Her eyes gaped, she gasped, "Oh my!" was all she could manage before she started giggling. Richard tried to wrestle free but Jo held firm. Jill calmed herself, she studied Richard carefully, she shook her head, "God, you look pretty good...no, actually you look absolutely amazing!" she walked around him slowly, then stood next to him, "What do you think Jo?" she asked her mothers friend. "You look like sisters." she smiled. Richard felt completely stupid.



Moments later Richards mother entered the room, "Come on then, lets get going," she said briskly. Jill linked arms with her brother and led him towards the front door. Jo held it open, Richard suddenly realised that he was about to go out into the big wide world dressed like a girl! He stopped dead. "I can't!" he said simply. The gentle breeze fluttered the silk skirt, it caressed his nylon clad shaven legs, it tickled. His blouse slid sensuously over his skin with each slight movement, these were feelings Richard had never had before.



He wasn't sure he like them, it wasn't manly! He felt a hand in his back pushing him forward, "Get going, we havn't got all day you know. Richard and his sister walked arm in arm to the car, he prayed no-one was looking, he stared ahead. His nappy rustled softly competing with the gentle swishing of his nylons.



They sat in the car, his sister sat next to him, she suddenly liked the idea of a sister! His mother lifted the lid of the car boot and unknown to Richard placed several large bags in it. They were marked 'Fashions for Evenings'. Richard was in for more than one surprise at Aunt Vera and Uncle Daves house!.....


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Poor Richard, by Rosieleigh
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Poor Richard pt 10 - Rosieleigh



Christine Thomas closed the car boot, she smiled at her friend Jo, "I'll get some photos for you, so you won't miss out." she whispered. Richard looked out the window at his mother talking to Joanne, he couldn't hear what was said, the window was wound up. His sister sat next to him rummaging around in her handbag, "Ah, here it is!" she exclaimed holding out a perfume atomiser, "Here, lets make you smell as sweet as well as you look," she sprayed Richards' neck with the perfume, he reeled back, the scent was very heady.



Richard felt awful. His sister was wearing a lilac silk trouser suit over a plain white silk T shirt, Richard sat morosely thinking, what a ridiculous siuation, my sister, a girl, was wearing the trousers, while me, a boy, was wearing the skirt!



The drivers door opened and Richards mother got in, "Right, lets be off!" she started the car, engaged first gear and pulled away, "Wave to Jo Richard," she ordered, Richard waved forlornly, uttterly miserable. The flutters in his stomach began. He felt his knees being pushed together, "Keep your legs together, it's more ladylike!" his sister smirked. As they continued on their way he caught site of himself in the rear view mirror, he hardly recognised himself, the eyeshadow and lipstick contrasting with his boyish haircut, he didn't care what his sister said, he thought he looked like a boy wearing makeup and womens clothes!



After about an hour they turned into Vera and Daves' road, the flutters in Richards' stomach were partying like crazy, he felt terribly sick he was so frightened. A sudden warmth spread around his seated bottom, he'd peed his nappy! They pulled into the drive of a pretty large house, Vera and Dave were wealthy.



The front door of the house opened as they stopped, a couple in their early forties stood in the open doorway smiling and waving---Vera and Dave.



Christine Thomas got out of the car and motioned for her two children to do the same, Jill lept out and ran to hug Dave (her favourite). Richard wasn't so keen to get out. "Come on Richard, they haven't seen you for years!" his mother shouted. He could see Vera beckoning him frantically, he groaned inwardly and opened the door.



The first clear sight of Richard they got was of a pink high heeled shoe and a glossy stocking clad leg. Dave looked shocked, Vera smiled. They had been warned of Richards' condition, but it was still a bit startling to see the real thing! Richard emerged from the car completely.



There he stood in all his terrified glory! Vera went to him first, she took his hands and pulled him to her, she kissed his cheeks,"My, you do smell nice, and that's a lovely outfit," Richard blushed deeply, he couldn't think of a thing to say, he stared at the ground, it felt like a nightmare and he wished he could wake up! Vera tugged him forwards, he clicked along on his heels towards Dave who looked slightly perplexed. "Hi Richard, long time no see," Dave held out his hand, Richard took it and tried to give a manly handshake!



Daves hand was twice the size of Richards, a manly handshake was out of the question! "Well are you going to say anything to Vera and Dave, you haven't seen them for a very long time, you may have a lot of things wrong with you, but you're dumb!" his mother said rather harshly. Richard looked up, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a soft wimper as he burst into tears!



Vera immediately hugged him and led him into the house, "Now, now, don't cry, you don't want Peter to see you like this, the pair of you used to be so brave when you were younger!" Richard went rigid. He looked at Vera, eyes wide with fear, "Your son Peter?" he managed to splutter! "Of course, who do you think I meant, he's here, out in the garden with his girlfriend, he's dying to meet you again, he only arrived shortly before you did, he's been out of the country for about three years at university, I imagine you've some news to catch up on!"



Richard felt his legs buckle, "I feel faint, please may I go home, I'll call a cab, don't worry," Richard babbled. "Don't fret dear I'm sure he'll understand, come on," Just then Jill came into the hallway, "Uncle Dave says Peter is here, where is he?" Jill sounded excited, she'd had a chidhood crush on Peter. "He's in the garden, we're just going there now," Vera took her hand and led both of them through the house and out into the huge, beautifully landscaped garden.



Peter had his back to them, he was in deep conversation with a tall slim young woman who from the back alone, looked stunning! Richard was consumed with fear and dread, he felt sure he was going to poo his nappy! Peter turned. He spotted Jill at once. His face beamed, "Jill, my but you've grown!" she ran to him and embraced him, giggling girlishly. Peter looked up and noticed a tallish, slim girl with large breasts, dressed in a striking pink skirt and jacket... Richard! "He extricated himself from Jills' clutches, "Who's this then?" he whispered to her. She laughed, "Don't you know?" he shook his head, she looked familliar...but! Jill gestured towards her rapidly paling brother "Peter, meet your old school friend Richard!".....  



Poor Richard pt 11 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:00:18



Richard was rooted to the spot, he grimaced fearfully at his old friend Peter. His mouth dry, his pulse raced, his bladder and bowels were on the verge of giving up. Peter looked hard at Richard his cheery grin slowly dissappeard as he realised it was indeed Richard he was looking at.



At that moment Peters' girlfriend turned to see who her boyfriend was talking to, "I thought you said your old school pal was coming," she said seeing two girls. Peter swallowed, "This is Richard!" he said limply, indicating him. Richard turned to run, his mother stopped him in his tracks. She'd come out into the garden to see peter. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. "Mum, please, I can't," Richard had a look of total misery. Peter walked closer, "Wh. why are you dressed like that?" he asked staring, his girlfriend joined them, "You're a boy?!" she was staggered.



Richard nodded abjectly at possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, and he was dressed like a girl! "So why are you wearing a skirt?" she asked. "Richard has a rare genetic condition, it means he will never develop as a man, but remain as a prepubescent. It has resulted in him developing breasts," she opened one side of his jacket indicating the clearly seen bra, Richard blushed deeper. "As you can see he has to wear a bra, also, as a result of this disorder he has become incontinent-he has to wear a nappy!"



Richard cringed, his mother was embarrassing him mercilessly. "So we decided that the best way Richard could interact with other people without embarrassment was to dress as a woman, he has breasts and the nappy gives him wide hips, so there you are!" she concluded. Peter and his girlfriend looked on in silence. Peter finally managed, "Wow, poor Richard!" he mumbled, then, "Er, Grace, meet Richard," the stunning girl held out her hand still looking shocked. Richard shook it, Grace noticed that it was about as small as her own, and soft.



"So, you've all met," Vera and Dave had joined them, "Sorry we didn't get a chance to warn everyone about your condition Richard, but it looks like we're all taking it in our stride!" he patted Richards back. After a few more embarrassed pleasantries the group split up to get drinks and snacks. Peter took Richard to one side, "So, how long have you been wearing womens clothes?" he grinned. Richard sank inwardly, "This is only the second time," he wasn't about to mention the 'fancy dress party' "Uh, huh, so, what's it like?"



Richard wasn't sure if he was being toyed with, "It's not very nice, I'm really self conscious, I mean, how would you like it?" Richard almost whined. "I guess I wouldn't, anyway, what's with the incontinence, what do you have wear for that?" Peter kept a straight face even though he really felt like laughing.



Richard looked back trying to judge if he was being mocked, he couldn't tell. "You know, the usual things, I can't help it you know," Richard spluttered defensively. "No,no, I realise that, but what do you wear?" Peter persisted, "Oh, a sort of towelling thingy!" Richard mumbled going red. "Doesn't that get a bit wet, I mean it would soak your clothes too!" Peter was really riding him now. "I have to wear some pants as well," he sighed. "What sort of pants?" "Waterproof ones!" Richard hissed. "Right, so basically you have to wear a large version of what a baby wears, a nappy and plastic pants," he paused,"Are they noisy?"



Richard was getting annoyed, "Sometimes, yes, can we change the subject?" he said through gritted teeth. Peter looked aghast, "You want me to change your nappy?" he said horrified. "Look, pack it in will you, you know what I meant!" Richard turned to walk away. Peter took his arm, "Hey, I'm sorry, it's been a bit of a shock, say you wouldn't like Grace to change your nappy, she's a nurse you know!"



The prospect of being changed by Grace was both very appealing and very alarming. "Don't you dare say anything to her about that, I'll kill you if you do!" Peter held his arms up in mock horror, "Take it easy, your secrets' safe!" he smiled. Then he dropped a bombshell, "So, what are you wearing to the dinner party tonight?" Richard paled. "What dinner party, nobody mentioned a dinner party?" his voice was tinged with panic. "Yes, my parents have invited some mutual friends over, it'll be like old times, just the two of them and their thirteen year old son," he said offhandedly.



Richard suddenly started to run across to his mother, as he took off Peter shouted after him, "Hey, you're right, you can hear your pants!" Richard hoped nobody heard. He caught up to his mother who was talking to Aunt Vera, "Mum, you never told me there was to be a party tonight," She looked at Vera, "I'm sorry Vera, Richard, don't you know it's rude to interrupt," she scolded. "Yes I know I'm sorry, but what about the party?" he insisted. "I didn't mention it because I thought it would be a nice surprise, besides I haven't seen Bill and Margot for years, and I've never met their son Jack, it'll give a us a chance to dress up for the occasion, a proper 'do'!" Richards' face clouded over, "What do you mean, dress up?" he asked slowly. "Oh, you just wait and see, it's going to be lovely!" his mother squeezed his arm playfully. Things were going from bad to worse.....  



Poor Richard pt 12 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:05:42



"Mum I don't wan't to dress up any more, I wan't to go home." Richard whined. His mother raised her eyes heavenwards, "For goodness sake Richard make your mind up, you agreed to come here dressed more appropriately for your condition, and now you wan't to go home because you don't like it, well it's too bad, we're here and we'll stay here.



We're having a little dinner party tonight, you will attend and you will be dressed accordingly, so go away and socialise, go on!" she waved her hand dismissively. Richard slunk off, head bowed, a picture of misery. He decided to go to the bathroom and lock himself in, as he headed back to the house he was intercepted by the stunning Grace. He blushed immediately. "Hello Richard, where are you off to?" she asked. "Bbbbathroom!" was all he could manage, he stared at the grass. "Oh, does your underwear need changing, because I'm sure Peter told you I'm a nurse, and I'm used to that sort of thing!" she said offhandedly. "Nnno, I,m fine," he lied. "You're not telling me fibs are you?" she chided playfully. His red face became even redder, his eyes could'nt meet hers, "Of course not," he laughed a false little laugh.



Suddenly, without any warning Grace had her hand up his skirt, her finger under the elasticated leg of his plastic pants. "Richard, you're soaked, what is the point of lying when you know you need changing, you'll get nappy rash you silly boy, come on lets go and see you mother, she must have a change for you," she took his hand and dragged him back to his mother.



Richard started crying, he could'nt help it, it was all getting too much for him. It was just silent tears at first but as they neared his mother he started sobbing, it got louder and louder! Grace stopped when she heard him, "Poor Richard, is oo wet and tired dear?" she cooed in baby talk, she hugged him to her, her breasts pressed against his, her perfume filled his head. Richard was so abjectly unhappy there was nothing remotely erotic about it. "I wanna go home!" he blubbed. "Come on darling, lets see your mummy," she gently led him to his mother. "Mrs. Thomas, I think Richard needs a nappy change," she whispered. "If you tell me where the things are I'll do it for you, I'm a fully qualified nurse, ask Vera or Peter," she said. "Yes I know, Vera has already told me, you'll find his changing things in a bag in the downstairs bathroom, it's very kind of you Grace, thank you." Mrs. Thomas smiled gleefully, things were going better than she could have hoped, by the time she had to dress him in his party outfit Richard would be putty in her hands!



She watched the miserable boy shuffle off with the beautiful Grace, from the back her son looked just like a teenage girl, the silk skirt pressed against his legs in the gentle breeze, the bulge of his nappy clearly visible! They reached the house, Grace led Richard to the bathroom, she found the bag, a pink quilted changing bag with little rabbits on it! Sweet, she thought.



Richards' crying had reduced to a sniffle. It suddenly dawned on him what was about to happen! He could'nt allow this absolutely gorgeous woman to rummage around in his underwear, no way! He backed away, the hand basin pressed into the small of his back. "It's all right Grace I can manage, it's quite easy for me to do it, you can leave now, thank you," his hands were behind him gripping the taps of the basin. "Richard, don't be silly, you're behaving very childishly, it'll only take a minute," Grace wagged her finger at the terrified boy.



The bathroom door swung open, his mother stood in the doorway. "Richard, what are you doing?" she demanded. "Please mum, tell her I can change myself, PLEASE!" he begged. "Grace is a trained nurse, she's seen and done it all before, just let her do her job." his mother was begining to sound annoyed. "NO, I refuse!" Richard stood his ground. Before he knew what was happening he found himself looking into the bathtub, his nappy and plastic pants around his ankles, his skirt high up his back and his mother tanning his bottom, hard! It happened so quickly he did'nt register the pain at first, but then it rushed in....his bottom was on fire!



Richard heard the screaming of a little girl, it took him a while to realise it was himself! The merciless pounding finally ended. Peter in the garden could hear the hysterical shreaks, he shook his head, that used to be a boy he thought, he was digusted.



"There, I'll have no more of this behaving like a two year old stuff, you've had it far too easy, things are going to be different from now on," his mother said breathlessly, she turned to a very impressed Grace, "OK, I think you can carry on now, you have my permission to spank him some more if he still misbehaves, some how I don't think he will." she strode from the bathroom blowing on her hand!



So Richard found himself lying on his back with a beautiful woman leaning over him...changing his nappy! It was quite some time before he stopped crying. Grace led him from the bathroom, she took him upstairs to a spare bedroom, stripped him down to just his nappy and bra and put him to bed. "I think you'd better have little nap before this evening, we don't want you getting over-tired and playing up again, do we?" Richard did'nt reply, he was too busy howling. He fell asleep on his front, his bottom stung too much, the terry towelling pants felt like barbed wire each time he moved. He hated every one, he'd get even. A completely hopeless and futile thought, it's difficult to be tough and forceful when you are wearing a nappy!....



Pen name: Rosieleigh



title: *** Poor Richard



Wed Sep 27, 2000 7:52 am



As he sat there listening to the voices coming from downstairs Richard began to tremble, he was so frightened he felt sick. Dressed in a frilly see-through blouse and satin skirt, with its huge rustling petticoat underneath he was expected to go down and socialise with two complete strangers and their thirteen year old son. What on earth would they think? Hide, I've got to hide, he thought, he stood quickly and ran to the door in an almost deafening amount of rustling and crackling! He gingerly opened the door a crack and peeked through the gap, no one there!



He opened the door a little more and stepped out, almost tripping his mother in the process! "Ah Richard, keen to get down there are we?" she smiled knowingly. "Mum please, I can't do this, you know what will happen when they see me like this, they'll all laugh, and I'll just spend the evening being humilliated, is that what you want, what have I ever done to deserve this?" Richard implored his mother, he even thought of getting on his knees, a good idea he decided, so he did.



Kneeling before his mother, he begged her, "Please, please, please don't make me do this!" he began to cry, he was on the verge of hysteria. "Richard, get up at once, you're being very stupid, you're nineteen years old not nineteen months, the people down there are old friends, they're intelligent, reasonable and understanding, once the situation has been explained to them I'm certain they'll be perfectly good about it, now pull yourself together, wipe your eyes and behave like an adult, come along!"



She hauled him to his feet, he snuffled and sniffed as he tried to wipe his eyes, he found it difficult to stop crying. His mother looked at his knees, "Oh Richard, why did you have to do that, your stockings have gone all baggy at the knees, you must be more careful with fully fashioned stockings they're not as flexible as normal hosiery," she lifted his skirt and wrestled with the petticoat until she got to his suspender belt, she adjusted the suspenders, satisfied that they were nice and tight she let the froth of material drop with a gentle wooshing noise. "There that's better, now be more thoughtful in future," she smoothed down the satin skirt, happy that all was in order she took his hand and led him to the stairs.



He had great difficulty walking, his knees were trembling so much! Mrs Thomas noticed something was wrong, "Now whats the matter?" she asked impatiently. "Mmmmy knees are shaking," Richard managed to stutter. He suddenly farted explosively, filling his nappy. "Oh my good God!" was all his mother could say. "I'm sorry, I'm so scared," Richard squeeked. His mother tugged him by the arm and marched him back to the bathroom.



She placed a plastic sheet on the floor, "Get down on that, now!" she ordered, she was very cross. Richard sat, the disgusting mess in his pants squished around his bottom. His mothe pushed him flat on his back lifting his skirt and petticoat up around his neck, she pulled off the frilly knickers, then the plastic pants.



A horrible aroma filled the room. "God, you're revolting!" she muttered. Richard began blubbing again. His terry pants were removed, his mother was thankful for the plastic sheet, she wiped his filthy bottom, then washed it. After drying him she sprinkled talc-um powder on his bottom, then fitted not one, but two pairs of terry towelling pants, with a conventional square nappy folded into a soaker pad for good measure! "I'm not going to change you again this evening," she warned. She pulled up his legs a large pair of plastic pants, the nappy was so bulky the frilly knickers wouldn't go over it. "If you play any boistrous games this evening everyone will see your nappy, serves you right!" she admonished. Richard had no intention of playing any games, boistrous or otherwise. She re-attached his stockings, then pulled him to his feet, his petticoat and skirt dropped down noisily.



From downstairs came a voice, Vera, "Are you two coming down for dinner or not, we're all sitting here starving, waiting for you," she shouted with a laugh. "I'm sorry Vera, a little accident, we'll be down in just a moment," Mrs. Thomas called back. "Would you like me to fix you a drink before eating?" Vera called. "A gin and tonic please, a large one!" "What about Richard?"



His mother looked to the boy, he was too busy snuffling and wiping his eyes. She answered for him "He'll have a snowball" a suitably sissy drink, she thought! She packed away his layette, and sprayed the room with air freshener to disguise the awful smell! "Lets try that again shall we?" she took him by the hand and once again headed for the stairs. Richard trotted after her meekly, his spirit broken by his undignified accident.



They descended the stairs, Richard was becoming increasingly scared, his bottom once again feeling unstable! They reached the hallway without incident. Crossing the hall they approached the dining room door, voices and laughter came from within. Mrs. Thomas pushed open the door, happy smiling faces looked up. "Hi everyone, here's Richard." The feminized boy was dragged into the room, rustling noisily. The laughter stopped. The happy smiling faces froze....



  Poor Richard pt 15 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:21:10



Richard stood before his captive and captivated audience, his legs trembled, his face flushed, his hands wrung in front of him and his eyes fixed on a point somewhere in the next room. The audience stared. Vera smiled sweetly, Dave looked uncomfortable, his sister looked on with a sneering expression, Peter looked disgusted and Grace looked interested. As for the new guests, they just looked stunned, and their thirteen year old son Jack stared shamelessly at Richards' cleavage! Vera was the first to speak, "Richard darling, you look absolutely delicious, come and meet our old friends Bill and Margot," she took his hand and led him stiffly to the new guests. "Bill, Margot, meet Richard, Christines' son, I'm sure you've a thousand questions to ask, not least of which is why is he dressed the way he is. All will be explained later!" Richard shook hands first with Bill, who did so with a look of faint distaste, he let go quickly, then with Margot who held on longer, noticing the softness and smallness of his hand, she looked curious, "You must tell me all about yourself," she said with an expression Richard found quite alarming! "And this is Jack, a right little rascal!" Richard smiled a sickly smile, he felt suddenly very hot. Jack looked at him, "Why are you dressed like that, are you a pansy, why have you got tits, why are you wearing lipstick and eyeshadow!" he looked at Richard accusingly, with a faint smirk. "Now, now, Jack don't badger Richard, I'm sure he must feel a bit uncomfortable dressed that way in front of strangers," Vera said unhelpfully.



Richard gave the boy a rictus like grin and looked at his mother for help, seriously on the verge of panic. His mother was deep in conversation with Bill, who was nodding and giving Richard the odd surreptitious glance. Richard was saved by the brats' mother, Margot, "Jack, why don't you go and introduce yourself properly to Jill, Richards' sister, you're similar ages and I'm sure you must have something in common," Jack looked leeringly at Jill who was wearing a very short black dress, he gave Richard a look that said 'I'll be back' and headed off to torment his sister. "So, Richard, tell me more, why exactly are you dressed so fetchingly?" She put her arm through his and smiled dangerously! It was Richards' lucky night, Vera made an announcement, "Dinner is served!"



Richard sighed inwardly, but Margot kept hold of his arm, "You must sit next to me, dear boy-or is it girl?" she squeezed his hand and gave his breasts a lingering look. Richard blushed hotly. They all took their seats at the table, Richard found himself sandwiched between Margot and Grace, the brat, Jack, sat immediately opposite. The chairs had small armrests, and Richards' enormous petticoat billowed around him like a sea of foam. He fought desperately to control it, Margot and Grace helped, Jack laughed hysterically! When his frillies were finally under control, Margot took his arm and whispered in his ear, "So what goes on under all those noisy frills," Richard just laughed desperately and blushed some more!



Richards' extra bulky nappy was rather uncomfortable and he squirmed about trying to get it to flatten out a bit, enabling him to sit with a bit more comfort. Grace with her nursing skills noticed his disquiet, "Is your nappy giving you problems?" she asked, not too quietly. Richard glanced desperately about, no one had heard. He looked at her pleadingly, "Please, not so loud," he hissed. "Sorry, but somehow I don't think it will matter whether anyone hears or not, by the end of the evening everyone will know everything," she stated matter-of-factly. Richard slumped, he knew she was right. He wondered what these people were thinking, the whole situation had a surreal dream-like feel, he didn't seem part of it, perhaps it was a dream and he'd wake up in a cold sweat, then laugh at himself for being so stupid! He looked up. The nauseating child had dissappeared.



He looked around, where had he gone? Perhaps his parents had decided he was too disruptive and banished him to the kitchen or something. He hoped so, his line of questioning was a bit too direct for Richards' liking. It was bad enough sitting here dressed in a frilly see-through blouse and billowing satin skirt without having to be questioned about ones appearance by a snotty little brat!



Things so far hadn't been too bad, once the initial terror had died down, he still felt desperately self-conscious, but Margot and Grace had been very nice, albeit a bit scary! Suddenly he felt something moving his petticoat! His initial thought was a family pet, but he'd seen none. He felt it again! This time more forceful, then a whoop of delight. The boy Jack suddenly leapt up in front of him, laughing uproariously, "THE PANSY'S WEARING A NAPPY, THE PANSY,S WEARING A NAPPY!!" he screamed jubillantly. Richards' feelings of almost acceptance were suddenly shattered devestatingly by the loathesome brat!....



  Poor Richard pt 16 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:33:35



Richard paled with horror as Jack jumped up and down laughing and pointing. Margot now knew what went on under Richards' frillies! As the brat taunted him his father appeared from nowhere and grabbed the laughing child and shook him, "Jack, how dare you behave in such an outrageous manner, this is somebody elses home, if you don't shut up you'll be locked in the car for the rest of the evening, with no food!" Bill was furious. "But dad, Richard wears a nappy, I saw it!" the child was pushing his luck. "I'm warning you, be quiet.



I know Richard has a condition that means he has to wear protective clothing, it's not something to mock, so if I hear another word from you, you're history!" Bill glared at the boy. Jack sat back down. He looked at Richard and mouthed the words, "Nappy wearing pansy!" Richard wanted to seriously hurt the boy! Conversation returned to the room, everyone was giving Richard sneaky sidelong glances, he was desperately embarrassed.



Margot turned to him and whispered, "Are you really wearing a nappy?" Richard nodded, going redder. "What's it like, it must be quite uncomfortable, how long have you been wearing one?" Margot asked. "About two months," he replied morosely, begining to get annoyed with answering questions about his problem. "Is it a proper nappy?" she went on. After spending the entire day being utterly humilliated, Richard finally snapped. "For Gods' sake!" Richard leapt to his feet, and stood on his chair. "Yes, I wear a nappy, yes, it's uncomfortable, I can't help it, I don't want to be like this but I am, look, lets all have a good look!" he yelled, and lifted his skirt and petticoat up to his neck, revealing his hugely bulky nappy. "There are you all happy? I've got tits too, do you want to see them as well?" he dropped the froth of petticoat and grabbed his breasts.



Suddenly his mother gripped his arm and pulled him from the chair, "I thought Jacks' behaviour was bad, but this, this takes the biscuit!" she hauled him through to the next room and closed the door behind her, "I've never been so ashamed before, in front of my friends too!" she pushed him over the back of an armchair. "You need a lesson in manners my boy!" with that she hoisted his skirts up his back, undid his stockings from his suspender belt, pulled down his nappy and held him down with one hand, then spanked his bare bottom ferociously. On and on it went, Richard tried to stand but his mother was surprisingly strong, and he was small.



Eventually he couldn't take any more, he started crying. The tears flowed, and the volume of his bawling increased until he was beside himself with it. Mrs. Thomas finally stopped thrashing her son. She pulled his nappy back up, reattached his stockings and lowered his skirts. "Let that be a lesson to you, I think your attitude is very childish and I think in future, I'll bear that in mind." she said ominously. "Stand up, compose yourself, and we'll rejoin the party." she added.



The folks in the dining room had been silenced when the spanking began, now it was over conversation slowly returned. The adjoining door reopened. Mrs. Thomas walked back into the room, she smiled at the guests, "I'm very sorry about that, but Richard was out of order with that despicable demonstration, I'm sure he's very sorry too and I'm certain he will appologise for his behaviour," A loudly sniffing Richard was dragged back into the room, He wiped his eyes with a lace trimmed hanky his mother had given him, she looked at him, "Well, have you anything to say for yourself?" Richard looked up at the dinner guests, his eyes red, "I'm very sorry, it won't happen again," he said thickly.



He slowly returned to his seat, as he sat down he visibly winced, his bottom was very, very sore! Margot touched his arm, "That was a silly thing to do, wasn't it dear, I'm sure your mother was right to punish you for it, but I hope it doesn't hurt too much," she gave his hand a little squeeze. Richard sniffed. Grace too sounded concerned, "I'll rub some nice soothing cream into your bottom later if you like!" she whispered. Richard thought that sounded a bit too concerned! "Thats OK, thank you, but I'll be all right," he managed to reply, still sniffing.



The meal went well. Even Richard enjoyed it, despite being acutely conscious of his appearance. He did, however, find it difficult to sit still, due mostly to the fact that his sore bottom was being chafed horribly by the material of his nappy and also because he'd peed during the meal! His nappy was so thick there was no chance of any leakage, but still, he was very aware of it. After several glasses of wine Margot was becoming a trifle uninhibited, a fact that was making Richard more than a little nervous.



She kept placing her hand on his knee and slowly stroking upwards towards his nappy. "I see you're wearing proper nylons, they're very sensual aren't they?" she twanged his suspenders. Richard jumped slightly. "Margot, please!" he hissed. "You've got delightful breasts!" she slurred, "They look very firm, may I feel them later?" she was getting quite outrageous. Richard tried to engage Grace in conversation, but she was busy being lovey-dovey with Peter. His short term salvation came from Dave, short term because Dave said, "I think, now that we've finished our splendid meal, Jack, Jill and Richard should retire to the other room for some fun, while us oldies have a good old chinwag! Richards' stomach turned over, 'FUN' he thought, the prospect of fun with Jill and Jack filled him with dread....



  Poor Richard pt 17 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:36:55



Jill looked at her mother, "Mummy I don't want to be banished to the other room for 'fun', I don't much like Jack and Richards' not going to be very entertaining, he'll be moping because of his spanking," she said ernestly. "You'll do what you're told my girl, you may be fourteen and think you know everything, but believe me, you're not too old to be across my knee for a spanking too!" she looked sharply at her daughter. "And that goes for you too Jack my boy," added bill. Richard watched Jill and Jack miserably leave the room, as did the rest of the guests, a fact that Margot instantly took advantage of.



As Richard stood up, reluctantly to join the other two, Margot whispered, "Let me help you up," she placed her left arm under his skirt and billowing petticoat and her hand grabbed his nappied bottom, her right arm went round his waist and sneakily, she fondled his right breast! Richard blushed, he didn't know what to say! "Er, thank you Margot, I, I think I can manage now!" he stuttered lamely. "You're welcome my dear child," she gushed. All heads then turned to Richard as he rustled noisily from the room, his skirts bobbing gently up and down!



He entered the living room, and quietly closed the door. Jill was sitting cross-legged in an armchair, her face like thunder, she was showing a very generous amount of thigh! Jack stood to her side and a little behind her, his eyes firmly glued to the expanse of her youthful flesh! They both looked up at the sound of the door closing. Richard stood there, hands clasped in front of him, eyes fixed on the carpet, slowly twisting side to side, his petticoat sounded faintly of leaves rustling in the breeze. Jill looked at him with contempt, the idea of having a sister went when he recieved his spanking, he was more like a baby. "How's your bottom?" she enquired cheerfully.



Richard shrugged and continued with his twisting motion. Jack approached him slowly, "I think I'd like a close up look at your nappy," he said menacingly. Richard looked up, an expression of alarm on his face. Suddenly Jack pounced with a whoop. Richard tried to react, too late! Despite their age difference Jack was a similar size to Richard, but Jack didn't suffer from a surfeit of female hormones in his body.



They may be the same size, but Jack was stronger. He quickly wrestled Richard to the ground forcing his arms behind his back, then laying on him rendering him helpless. Jack then took a handkerchief from his pocket and expertly gagged the crushed boy. "Mmmff!" was all he could now manage. Jack groped Richards breasts through the thin material of his frilly blouse, "Is that nice?" he leered. Richard stared wide eyed in terror. Meanwhile, Jill sat in her chair laughing loudly at the scene. "Give us some help here," Jack said to her, looking over his shoulder. She stood and walked over to the protrate pair. Standing at Richards' head, she said "OK what do you want me to do?" "When I get up, grab his arms," he panted. "OK!"



Richard stared up at his sister, he could see right up her short skirt, her white panties visible through her sheer black tights. As Jack got up, Richard pulled his arms out from beneath himself, before he could do a thing Jill had grabbed them, she dropped to her knees, one either side of Richards' head. She held his arms to his side leaning over him. Richard started to thrash about with his legs, but Jack was ready, he sat down hard, pinning them down. "Now, lets have a good look at what goes on under here!" he said nastily, grasping a handful of the frothy petticoat. He lifted the bouffant frills up and laid them on Richards' chest, they tickled under his chin. Richards' eyes filled hotly with tears, tears of anger and humilliation. Jack leaned back. "Well look at the size of this nappy, it's massive, it must hold gallons!" he laughed. Richard squirmed about helplessly, tears rolled down his face silently.



As all this was taking place, the adults next door realised that there was an awful lot of noise coming from the living room. There was fun and there was fun! Mrs. Thomas thought she'd better take a peek in at them. She rose and opened the door. "What!" she squeeked at the sight of Richard on his back writhing around, his skirt and petticoat up round his neck, one of his stockings was detached from its' suspender the other laddered badly, her daughter was leaning over him, his head buried up her skirt and Jack sitting on his legs leaning back, laughing wildly. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" she screamed. The children froze! Bill appeared at her side. "JACK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he roared. "Playing!" Jack replied feebly. "Get up, now." Bill ordered. Jack stood. Jill also leapt to her feet, adjusting her skirt which had ridden up, almost exposing her panties."Jill, I've never seen such an outrageous exhibition in all my life, what were you thinking about?" Mrs. Thomas demanded.



"I'm sorry, we didn't mean any harm!" she looked down at the prone Richard. He lay on his back sobbing wildly, the noise muffled by the makeshift gag. His mother walked to him and took off the gag, "Waaa!" bawled the abject boy, not caring if he did sound like a baby, he was beside himself. His mother rearranged his skirts and reattached his stocking, she helped the howling boy to his feet and led him to a chair sitting him down gently. She turned and looked at her daughter, "Come here," she said softly, "NOW!!"......  



Poor Richard pt 18 - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:42:24



Jill warily approached her mother, her arm was quickly grabbed. She found herself being manhandled over her mothers' knee, her skirt hoisted up, her tights and panties pulled down. She was about to be spanked! This couldn't be happening, she thought. At the same time Jack had been grabbed by his father, Bill.



He found himself also across his fathers' knee, trousers and pants around his knees. Richard forgot about his own problems, he was suddenly mesmerised by the events unfolding before him. He couldn't quite believe it, but, he was about to witness synchronised spanking! Almost simultaneously his mother and Bill raised their arms, then SLAP! down they came. Again and again. Jill began crying almost immediately more from humilliation than the spanking, but the pain gradually sank in, then she really started howling! Jack held out a little longer, but not much!



Bill being a fairly strapping chap, the spanking Jack was receiving was pretty robust. After about twenty wallops the two parents stopped, the clothing of the children was readjusted and they were made to sit. Easier said than done! Richard watched, fascinated, he'd never seen his sister spanked before, he was impressed with the amount of noise she made! As for the brat Jack, he felt quite satisfied, he'd got his comeuppance.



Richard managed a little smile. His mother turned to him, "Richard go upstairs to Dave and Veras' bedroom, you'll find a new pack of stockings on the bed, go and put them on, yours are ruined," she helped him up, "Margot, would you go with Richard please, make sure he puts his new stockings on properly," she called to Margot, who was more than delighted to help. Richards' heart skipped a beat at the request, "Thats all right mum I can manage," he said desperately. Margot had already taken him by the arm, and was leading him to the stairs. "Nonsense child, its not always easy the first time, it's difficult to get the seams straight with these fully fashioned stockings," Margot hurried him along. They climbed the stairs, Richards heart was pounding, so was Margots!



When they got to the bedroom, Margot pushed the door closed, and walking towards Richard she pretended to trip. She fell into Richard forcing them both onto the bed, Richard underneath. "Whoops!" she said, fumbling with his breasts, her hands all over him, suddenly he found himself being kissed passionately on the lips, "Oh Richard darling, stop, stop," she breathed.



Richard didn't know what to do, he'd never been in this position before, Margots' soft breasts squashed against his, she was very warm and her perfume filled his head. Richard was saved by Vera, "Have you found the stockings OK?" she was coming along the corridor. Margot leapt up, hanky in hand dabbing her mouth. Richard also managed to stand, rustling furiously. The door swung open, Vera looked at Margot, "Are you all right, you look a bit flushed?" she asked. "Yes, I'm fine I nearly tripped over thats all," she lied.



Richard bent to pick up the packet of stockings, Vera noticed his mouth, Richard, your lipstick is smeared all over the place,"



"Oh, I must have wiped it off with my hand!" he answered quickly, giving a demonstration and leaving a streak of red on the back of his hand, "See?" he showed her his hand. She nodded. "Well you'd better change those stockings," Vera said. Richard fumbled with his huge petticoat trying to locate the suspenders. "Here, you hold up your petticoat and I'll change your stockings for you," Margot said helpfully. So Richard found himself standing in Veras bedroom, skirt and petticoat up around his chin having his stockings changed by Margot, Vera watched on, interested.



The three of them returned to the living room, Margot, more than a little frustrated! The two children were standing in their overcoats, sniffing and wiping noses, eyes red from crying. Richards' mother was holding his coat, "I think we'd better be leaving, seeing as you lot have managed to spoil the evening," she said,sounding cross. Richard donned his coat, "Say goodbye to everyone Richard," he was ordered. He went round and said his farewells. Mrs. Thomas appologised profusely to all, "Perhaps we can all try this again some time, I think the children have learned their lesson," they all agreed.



As they left, Margot looking longingly at Richards departing back, Jack muttered to Richard, "I'll get you for this, you see if I don't!" he hissed. Richard just smiled smugly. The front door closed. "A lovely boy that Richard," Margot sighed as it did so.  



The drive home was done in silence, Jill looked daggers at Richard all the way. It was dark when they pulled into the driveway. Richard vowed never to leave the house again. "Is that so!" said his mother interestedly.



Jill was sent straight to her room in disgrace. Richard was helped out of his skirt and blouse, his rustling petticoat and underwear. He had his nappy changed and his mother went to a drawer and lifted out a special garment. "From now on you will wear this to bed, if you insist on behaving like baby, then so beit!" It was a pink satin romper with frilly white lace around all the openings! Richard shook his head slowly, "Noo, please," he wailed. "From now on, things are going to be different around here!" said his mother grimly.....  



Poor Richard pt 19 and END. - Rosieleigh, Feb/5/2001 23:49:20



Richard lay in bed sniffing quietly, dressed in his night-time nappy, his new pink satin romper and for good measure, (and the reason for his tears) his mother had produced a dummy on a ribbon, which she stuck in his mouth and tied it round the back of his head with the ribbon.



Why is she doing this to me, he thought miserably as he writhed about, the elasticated legs of his plastic pants were particularly tight. He dreaded the morning, his mother had implied that things were going to be changing, changing for the worse for sure! He'd been warned not to touch the dummy, if he did he'd receive a spanking, after his spanking at Dave and Veras he wasn't in any hurry for another! So after a couple of slurps and a final sniff he fell asleep.



"Wakey, wakey baby, time to rise and shine," his mother stood next to his bed shaking him gently. Richard blurrily opened his eyes, his mother sat on the bed next to him, "I've brought you some nice tea, sit up," she said in a very baby talk kind of way, Richard sat up. The dummy was untied and removed from his mouth, thank God, he thought. "Open wide," his mother ordered.



"Huh!" said Richard, as he did his mother stuffed the teat on a baby bottle in his mouth. "suc-k!"



Richard tried to back away but he was against the headboard of the bed, there was nowhere to go. "MMMff, glurb!" he gurgled, the bottle in his mouth leaked luke-warm tea, it ran down his chin. "Messy baby, keep your mouth closed when you suc-k," his mother chided. So Richard lay there suc-king on a baby bottle, not knowing what was going on, but he knew he didn't like it. "Mum pleash wash goin ong, why are you doin ish?" he asked as he finished the tea, he sounded like he had a speech impediment. "Well sweetheart, as you've been behaving more and more like a baby lately, messing and peeing your nappy more and more frequently, crying all the time, I can only surmise that you are regressing back to babyhood, so I've decided to treat you as though you are!" she stated quite reasonably. "Now I realise that you may not like the idea much, try to resist, that sort of thing, so I've enlisted the help of Joanne to act as nursery helper until you've settled into your new lifestyle,"



Richard was completely and utterly stunned, what was she on about, what was she thinking, is she mad? he stared at her uncomprehending. "You'd better get used to the idea, it is going to happen, and it starts today, if you've any thoughts about resistance, think about how sore your bottom is going to be by the end of today if you do!" she looked at him calmly. Tears welled in his eyes and ran down his cheeks, his lower lip twitched, but he made no sound.



Richard knew he was beaten, he was absolutely certain that his mother was insane, she must be, and Joanne, and his sister, and her friends, they were all barking, they had to be. A tiny mewling sound came from him and slowly grew, and grew 'til he was bawling loudly, bawling with self pity, with the thought of what was to become of him, he wanted to be normal, a boy, not this strange hybrid with breasts, having to wear a bra. Having to wear a nappy. "There, there, let it all out, baby have a big cry, then we'll change our nappy and get dressed for a nice play in the garden, Pam and Rachel are coming round to play too, won't that be nice?" she cooed, cuddling him and stroking his hair.



Richard was bathed and nappied and dressed. He was taken downstairs and sat at the kitchen table where he was spoon fed baby food, it dribbled down his chin and dripped onto his bib. He was given another bottle of warm tea, then wiped clean. Joanne wasn't really needed, Richard just mutely went along with it all, his spirit broken. He found that he couldn't stop crying, whenever he managed to stop something else would happen and start him off again. He was going to spend the rest of his life like this?



Later that day Pam and Rachel did call round. "Hi Mrs. Thomas, where's Richard?" they asked gleefully, they couldn't wait. "He's in the garden, but girls, please be nice to him, he's had a bit of a shock today, he's feeling a little fractious!" she warned them.



"OK, we'll be good," they chorussed merrily. They met Jill in the living room, sitting on a sofa reading a magazine, "Hi Jill, where's that little rascal of a brother of yours then?" Rachel asked. Jill gestured with her thumb over her shoulder towards the French windows, she smiled. The girls rushed to the doors, there on the lawn, on a large white satin sheet sat Richard. He was wearing a white satin dress with pink bunnies on it, it had huge puff short sleeves, trimmed with pink lace. It didn't quite cover his nappy but it did match his pink plastic pants. He was wearing white cotton booties and on his head was a large white satin bonnet tied under his chin with a huge bow. His dummy was in his mouth and he was idly rolling a ball round and round with one hand. He was of course crying.



THE END


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Re: Poor Richard, by Rosieleigh
« Reply #2 on: March 03, 2023, 03:11:55 PM »
Always loved this story..but does anyone have the missing chapters  13 or 14?

 

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