Bonny Baby

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“Ladies, welcome back to our Bonny Baby competition”, the presenter announced.  â€śAnd now we move on to our under-15s section.”  The audience fidgeted with anticipation.  â€śFirst, Baby Terry.”



A lady appeared at the side of the stage and waited momentarily for her charge.  She pointed firmly at the centre of the stage and eventually the first contestant shuffled reluctantly onto the stage.



Fourteen-year-old Terry appeared in a pink dress, flared from breast level and poufed out by copious yards of chiffon petticoats.  He desperately hoped that his very frilly panties could not be seen under his short dress.



His eyes were fixed on the floor of the stage as he walked in front of his mother towards the presenter standing at the front.  But then, he couldn’t help but see the audience.  His eyes scanned across the 500 seat auditorium and he saw all the beaming female faces watching his every step.



His cheeks glistened in the spotlight as a few tears ran down.  He could hear sighs from the audience as he waddled towards the front.  He realised as he looked down on the smiling faces that his elevated position on the stage must surely give them all a view of his frilly panties.   He tried to discretely push his petticoats down but it was not enough to stop the tittering from the front rows.



He gave a little suc-k on his big pink soother and that caused more tittering.  He wiped away some tears with the back of the fleecy mitten on his right hand and there were “ahs” from the audience.  His left arm was occupied in keeping a doll pressed against his chest.  When he stopped beside the presenter his ringlets danced a little where they protruded beneath his bonnet.



The presenter put a hand on his shoulder and turned towards the audience to savour their reaction.  â€śIsn’t he a cutie?”  Terry’s mother stood proudly beside him.  â€śWell, Mrs. Taylor”, the presenter began, “How long is Terry back in nappies?”  The boy flinched noticeably at this matter-of-fact announcement that his babified state was quite complete.



“Just three months now”, his mother replied.  Just three months?  It seemed like an eternity to him.  It also hinted that there might be many more months of this torture.  He looked up at his mother with concern.



“And is he in nappies 24-7?”  â€śYes indeed, he has done everything in his nappies for the past three months”, his mother announced to the assembled masses.  He noticed many women in the front rows smile with approval.



The presenter ran her fingers through his ringlets.  â€śAre these real?” she asked.  â€śI’m afraid not”, his mother told her.  â€śWe have to resort to a wig until his hair is long-enough to set in ringlets.”  Terry’s face turned suddenly towards his mother.  It would be months before his hair could grow long enough!  Surely she wasn’t going to keep him in nappies all that time.  A number of women tittered at his obvious shock at the prospect of being kept in nappies for many more months.  His mother ignored his desperate look.



“The petticoats are chiffon, are they?” the presenter asked.  His mother pulled up the layers of his petticoats at the front to show off to the audience.  He realised that his attempts to conceal his frilly panties had been in vain.  The women in the front rows had already noticed them but now the whole audience sighed at the pretty sight.



“Those are beautiful panties”, the presenter observed.  Terry’s mother spun him around and pushed him to bend over.   She raised his petticoats at the back and he could feel her tug at each layer of lace on his panties to fluff it out.



The two women continued to converse about his pretty clothes for what seemed like an age while Terry remained bent over with his thickly nappied bottom directed at the audience.  He took the opportunity to take a few discrete suc-ks on his soother.  Some women at the ends of the front rows saw the soother bob in and out and they laughed.



Eventually Terry’s petticoats were lowered and he was turned to face the audience again.  His cheeks were now bright red and this caused more amusement.



“So why did you decide to return him to nappies then?” the presenter asked.  â€śOh, he kicked a football through one too many windows I’m afraid.  I decided I wanted to keep him right where I could see him so he now spends his days in a play-pen with his dolls and toys.”  Terry had assumed at first that this was a temporary punishment.  After three months this was looking increasingly unlikely.



“Ladies please show your appreciation for Baby Terry on his first appearance in our annual competition”, the presenter prompted. It was her turn to receive a shocked look from Terry at the suggestion that he might still be in nappies and baby dresses in another year.



His mother took his free hand and led him to the back of the stage.  He thought that this particular torment was over but she turned him to face the audience again and it was clear that they had to stand there as the other contestants were presented.

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The next competitor waddled obediently out beside his mother.  Baby Kim was wearing a lavender dress with three flouncey layers of taffeta.  The dress only covered the top couple of inches of his frilled bloomers.  He held a teddy in a pink tutu tightly with both arms.



“Welcome back Kim”, the presenter said.  â€śLadies, you may remember that Kim was runner-up in last year’s under-15s.”  The poor boy suc-ked unself-consciously on his soother.  Terry, looking on from the back of the stage, tried not to think what it was like to spend a whole year dressed as a baby girl!



“Since Kimmy was runner-up last year, you must have high hopes this year”, the presenter asked his mother.  â€śAbsolutely”, she replied.  â€śHe had only been back in nappies for a few weeks then.  He’s now had a whole year of practice at being a pretty little baby, haven’t you?”  Kim gave a little nod and then dropped his head and stared at the ground.  He suc-ked on his soother again.



“So how has the year been then?” the presenter asked.  â€śSuper.  Of course, he has lost all control of his toilet so he knows now that he needs to be in nappies.  Once that dawned on him he has been much easier to deal with.  I still keep his hands in mittens of course.  Can’t be too careful.  But he always stays in his play-pen or cot like a good little baby.”  She smiled sweetly at the boy who didn’t know where to look.



“I seem to recall that you put him back in nappies when his father left you.  Isn’t that right?” the presenter reminded the audience.  â€śThat’s right”, Kim’s mother confirmed.  â€śI decided that he wasn’t going to grow up like his father.  In fact, I’m not sure I’m going to let him grow up at all.”  The audience laughed but a tear came to Kim’s eye even though he had resolved to be brave.



Kim was brought back to line up beside Terry.  The boys exchanged sympathetic looks at each other over their soothers and studied each other’s baby dress, trying to decide which one was worse.



The next contestant was called.  A ten-year-old girl emerged from the wings.  She had hold of leather reins.  She walked a couple of yards out but was pulled back when the reins reached their limit.  The next victim was then unceremoniously shoved out onto the stage.



He stood staring out from the centre of a lace-trimmed bonnet that blocked all vision other than straight in front.  He was wearing a nursery print dress with a white pinafore that had crisp lace trimmings that stood up at an angle over his shoulders.  The skirt of his dress was deeply flared and held out by a stiff net petticoat that rocked back and forth as he walked reluctantly to the front of the stage.  Lace trim around the legs of his nappy cover could be glimpsed as his dress swayed.



His younger sister held his pink leather reins tightly.  The harness included a thick band across his chest decorated with pink and white bunnies and the legend “Baby Pat”.  She looked at him proudly as the audience applauded.  They loved to see young blood coming through.



“Janet.  So this is your brother Baby Pat”, the presenter began.  Janet smiled broadly and nodded.  â€śI believe that you designed his baby dress yourself.”  â€śThat’s right”, Janet said.  â€śThe pinafore, net petticoats and lace trimmings on his nappy cover were all my ideas.”  



Pat sniffled.  Janet looked at him disdainfully.  â€śShow the audience the back of your nappy cover”, she instructed him.  Pat hesitated for a moment but then turned around and bent over.  There was a large pink satin bow on the seat of his nappy cover.  The audience applauded.



“I must say you have him very well behaved”, the presenter complimented Janet.  â€śYes, he knows he must do everything I say or he will be left in a wet nappy for hours” Janet explained.  â€śHe’s got a bad case of nappy rash at the moment so he’s being particularly good.”  There was chuckling from the audience.



Baby Pat joined the miserable line up at the back.  Terry was noticeably shuffling from one foot to the other and many of the women in the audience smiled in recognition that he needed to use his nappy.

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“And now we have Baby Lee”, the presenter announced.  A very smartly dressed lady walked out followed by her entrant.  He was wearing a baby pink cotton dress with a white 100-yard organza petticoat underneath with pink binding that traced every curve of the tightly packed layers.  His arms rested on the voluminous petticoats with his hands sticking out in mid-air beyond the hem of his dress.



The other mothers tried to keep their fixed smiles in place but it was obvious that they all could see that they had been blown out of the water.  At least twenty sausage curls danced around his head as Baby Lee tried to waddle along to keep up with his mother.  They were tied in bunches with two massive pink bows and all the mothers knew that they were real.



He arrived at the front of the stage, took the hem of his dress in his fingers and executed a deep curtsey which drew renewed applause.  â€śWelcome our four-time champion”, the presenter called out.



Baby Kim at the back wondered: “Four years as a baby girl!  How can you compete with that?”  Then he shook his head.  Why on earth would he want to compete with it?  Lately he found he was starting to think just like a baby girl.



Baby Lee was the only contestant whose hands were not in mittens.  He had long ago concluded that his life was marginally less miserable if he just went along with being treated and dressed just like a little baby girl.  He never really had any choice in the matter anyway so if he voluntarily acted just like a cute baby girl he found that his mother would reward him with little treats.  These were better than nothing.



The problem was that when he was brought out in public people would think that he was quite happy being kept in a nappy and sissy baby dresses.  He desperately wanted to be able to explain that he had no choice and was just trying to make the best of a miserable situation.  But all he could do was suc-k again on his soother and try not to think too much about it.



With his hands stuck out at the ends of his petticoats, he was fairly helpless anyway.  His dress was done up tightly with twenty tiny buttons at the back that he couldn’t reach no matter what.  He couldn’t see anything below his dress but knew that his elaborately embroidered pink bloomers were clearly visible to everyone who saw him.  His mother had left him standing in front of the hall mirror while she made sure she had everything with her and made a final phone call before she brought him out.  So he had been able to see just what he would look like to the audience.  Many people had complimented his pink tights that had a pattern of white hearts all over.



As the presenter spoke to his mother, Baby Lee wrung his hands together tightly, looked coyly at the floor to one side and brought one leg up sheepishly so that his toe pointed daintily at the floor.  He suc-ked continuously on his soother.  He knew all the tricks.  His rewards for his previous wins were huge helpings of chocolate praline ice cream.  His greatest treat any other time of the year would be something like a lollipop so he was determined not to be denied the high point of his year.



His mother also knew a trick or two.  She had given him several bottles during the day and he had wet his nappy at least twice – he wasn’t sure, it could have been three times – and it had now gone quite cold.  His discomfort was sure to add to his forlorn look which seemed to go down well with the judges.



“If I remember correctly”, the presenter said, “you had no particular reason for putting him back in nappies four years ago.”  â€śThat’s right”, his mother recalled, “it was just boring having a boy really so I decided to start again and make him a sweet baby girl.  As you can all see he really loves his nappies and pretty dresses.”  She looked at Baby Lee and he smiled sweetly up at her and then at the audience who applauded again.



Just then Baby Terry at the back of the stage looked up at his mother.  She whispered to him and he nodded.  She took his mittened hand and led him off the stage to be changed.



Baby Lee was brought to join the line-up at the back.  The other boys looked at him disdainfully.  He frowned.  Clearly even they thought that he enjoyed it.  He wanted to do something to display that he really hated being kept in nappies and having to wear the sissiest of dresses but he knew he would only come to regret it if he did.

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“And our final contestant is Baby Harry.”  A lady wheeled a large pushchair onto the stage.  A teenage boy wearing a lemon dress with white broderie anglaise trim was firmly strapped into the chair.  He wriggled and struggled desperately but his hands were tightly secured to the frame and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair just above the rubber wheels so that his legs were spread and his frilly panties could be seen stretching over a big thick nappy.



A soother was strapped into his mouth and he groaned and grunted loudly until they arrived at the front of the stage.  Confronted with the 500 pleased faces staring at him he momentarily stopped his groaning and struggling.  He looked down at his dress and panties and clearly realised that the game was up.



“So Baby Harry is only recently back in nappies?” the presenter asked in mock innocence.  The audience tittered at her statement of the obvious.   Harry resumed his struggling but the two women just smiled down at his hapless efforts.



“And what was your reason for returning him to being a baby?”  â€śWell, I felt that he was showing an unhealthy interest in girls considering his young age so I decided to do something about it.  I’ve already brought him all around town in his buggy and explained to everyone that he is back in nappies and looks much prettier in baby dresses so I don’t think any of the girls will be interested in him in that way anymore – although they are all keen to babysit him and help with changing him and bottle feeding him and all that.”



This brought approving applause from the audience and the boy intensified his struggle.  â€śWell thank you for bringing Baby Harry in to show us”, the presenter finished up.  â€śIt may be a bit soon for him to win bonny baby this year but I’m sure that by next year he’ll be a genuine contender.”  Harry froze for a moment with his eyes wide in alarm at the prospect of being kept like a baby girl for a whole year.  Then he resumed his struggle which looked more panicked now.



His mother wheeled him back into the line-up just as Terry was brought back out having been changed.  Lee looked over at him enviously but knew he wouldn’t be changed until after the result.



Once again Harry stopped his struggle on seeing the other four boys standing there meekly in the most outrageously babyish clothes that he had ever seen – even on a real baby.  Why on earth didn’t they run away? he wondered.  How could they possibly stand there in front of 500 people dressed like that and clearly wearing thick nappies?  He looked at Baby Lee’s pink tights and ringlets and he immediately resumed his writhing.



But he was beginning to realise that it was useless.  Still, he wasn’t going to have people think that he was in any way happy about this.



The other boys watched his useless attempts to free himself.  It made them feel even more embarrassed at their comparative acceptance of their appalling fate.  But they knew from experience how pointless it was.  They too had struggled with all their might at the start but eventually were forced to conclude that they were trapped in nappies and baby dresses until their mother decided otherwise.



Their only choice was to accept their fate and be as well behaved as possible in the hope that they might one day be freed.  Each of them was coming to realise that at each year’s competition they saw the same boys back again, still in nappies, wearing even more outrageously sissy baby dresses.  Did any of them ever get back to normal life again?



A couple of them had lost control of their toilet and knew that they had to wear nappies anyway.  Or they had become dependent on their soother, or they couldn’t sleep without their favourite teddy tucked in beside them.  So they were unsure if they could function as a proper teenage boy now.



None of them were even sure that they had anything other than baby dresses to wear at home anyway.  Baby Lee couldn’t even remember what it felt like to wear trousers and he clearly would have outgrown the clothes he had when he was first put back in nappies.



He was inevitably announced as the winner.  He skipped his way back to the centre of the stage.  He didn’t even have to act this – he was really looking forward to that ice cream as he curtseyed repeatedly to the audience.  The other mothers looked down at their charges clearly wondering what they could do to make them even more babyish and sissyish next year.



The boys stewed under their gaze wondering what delights awaited them.  But in the meantime they were just impatient to get off the stage and back to the relative peace of their play-pens and cots for another year.