David's Fateful Day by Susie Frillikins
Part 2
I whispered to Caroline and Patricia telling them the contents of the milk. "He's going to be desperate to use the toilet soon, but I am going to make sure he does it in his nappy'" I said quietly so he could not hear. "We can't wait" they laughed. His look of relief when he had suc-ked the bottle dry was very short lived as I refilled the bottle from the jug.
"My turn" Caroline said dragging him from his baby carriage and putting him on her knee. She looked deep into his tearful eyes as she pushed the teat between his trembling lips "Who's a pretty baby girly-wirly then" she coeed "you'll have to call me Aunty Caroline now that you are my baby niece, even at school." He suc-ked furtively on his bottle and I filmed Caroline feeding him.
It was Patricia's turn next, her contempt for him knew no bounds "Fancy a grown boy of sixteen letting girls turn him into a baby" she sneered as he drank his third bottle "I'm going to tell everyone how I had you on my knee and fed you with a babies bottle like the big baby you are."
She passed him over to me and I looked down at him feeling so elated at getting him into this humiliating position, I felt under his dress, his stomach was quite bloated "Is baby Susie nice and full" I laughed knowing the laxative in his milk would soon take effect. Mother walked up as I was feeding him she laughed at him perched on my knee suc-king at his bottle.
"I've done some lunch" she told us.
"Baby Susie has had hers" Victoria told her giggling.
"I can see that" mother laughed "your baby is a very messy eater Victoria"
"She is only 18 months old" Victoria said innocently.
Mother laughed at David as she put him back into his pushchair, she wheeled him back into the house, we followed laughing. Victoria pushed his dummy back in as we sat at the table for our sandwiches and drinks, we all spoke quietly as we ate watching David as he began to doze, the sleeping pill taking effect. He suc-ked rythmically on his dummy and his black eye lashes drooped until he could fight it no longer, he fell into a drugged sleep. We all laughed, he looked so babyish sat there in his pushchair, the dummy causing him to dribble onto his bib, is frock riding up exposing his nappy.
We quickly finished our lunch and I put phase three of David's humiliation into action. I went to my bedroom and brought back a large bag, I took out a roll of wide parcel tape, Caroline held his arms as I wrapped his hands into two useless tape covered lumps. I pulled a pair of pink satin mittens over his taped up hands, tying the mittens on his wrists in a double knot then a big bow with the pink ribbon that was threaded through them. I pulled out a set of old fashioned leather baby reins, they were pink with little bells on the front. I knew they would be strong enough to hold David in his pushchair.
I had found the reins in a second-hand shop. It was these reins that inspired my plan to get David babyfied and I couldn't wait to get them buckled on him. Once the straps were secure at his back, I fixed the reins to the pushchair sides effectively trapping him in his baby carriage. Poor David, if he had been awake he would have surely rebelled against being strapped into his pushchair like this, even if it meant six weeks in nappies and baby clothes. Even he wouldn't have allowed us to put him in a position where he was completely at our mercy. I put a babies frilly white sun bonnet on his head, tying it under his chin in a big ribbon bow.
But the best was yet to come, we all had to stiffle our laughter as I pulled out a pair of very frilly drawers. They were white tennis knickers, they had rows of lace frills across the bottom and I had sewn into them a pair of plastic incontinence pants. They looked exactly like the frilly pants worn by baby girls, only much, much bigger. I held them open, Caroline guided his Mary Jane's into the leg holes, carefully I slid them up his bare legs, Patricia helped Caroline to lift him as I settled his frillies over his nappy. Finally we tied his feet to the pushchair foot rest with white ribbon, he would not be able to put his feet down to prevent us taking him any where we wanted, he was as helpless as any baby in it's pushchair. We congratulated each on our work "I can't wait to see his face when he wakes up" laughed Patricia. "Especially when he realises he's in the park" They all clapped with glee at my plans to take him out in public.
He was still sound asleep as we pushed him out of the house, down the garden path, out of the gate and down the street. I walked in front of them filming his outing. We could not wait to see his reaction when he woke up. We drew stares and laughter from the few people we passed as we walked him to the park. The park was almost a mile away from our house and we were exhausted by the time we got there "You`re going to have to put your baby on a diet Victoria" Caroline gasped.
We all laughed. It was such a nice day, the park was quite full, especially around the playground where little boys and girls played on the equipment under their mothers' watchful eyes. We took him over to the swings, everyone laughed at seeing a grown boy in a dress and frilly baby knickers. We explained why David was done up as a baby, I even rewound my video to show him voulenteering to be Victoria's baby doll, they agreed the punishment was appropriate and well deserved. The little boys and girls gathered around his pushchair laughing loudly as we showed off his frilly knickers.
David started to wake up as the commotion disturbed him, he slowly opened his made-up eyes not realising at first that he was not still in the garden. Then it hit him, he sat bolt upright, he would have fallen out of his pushchair if he wasn't wearing his reins. His mouth opened in horror causing his dummy to fall to the floor. I caught his look of absolute terror on film,
"It looks like baby Susie is awake" Patricia announced the obvious to the laughing crowd.
"Where am I ?" he shouted trying to get out of his baby carriage, his reins holding him tight, he tried to release the rein clips that held him secure, then he discovered that his hands were useless in his pink mittens. "LET ME OUT YOU HORRIBLE GIRLS" he yelled "LET ME OUT".
A large woman who had been enjoying the show stood up and smacked him across his face. "Do not use that language in front of these children" she snapped as he burst into tears, she picked up his dummy and pushed it back into his protesting mouth "Little girl's should be seen and not heared" she stated.
He writhed in anger going red in the face from effort and embarresment. "Baby Susie is having a terrible temper tantrum" Patricia told the laughing children, he did look exactly like a baby throwing a babyish fit, and I had it all on tape. He suc-ked on his dummy as the crowd of little boys and girls jeered at him.
"Baby baby bunting" they sang. "Look he has even wearing a nappy" one little boy shouted as David's writhings had caused his dress to rise up exposing his nappied behind "I'm three, I'm a big boy, I don't wear nappies any more" he told Patricia. "That's right, only babies like him wear nappies" I laughed.
David's writhings began again "I need the toilet" he wailed spitting out his dummy, I realised the laxative was about to do it's job.
"What's the matter baby Susie do you need a poo-poo" Patricia laughed raising his dress and pressing hard against his tummy, to encourage his motions. His face turned purple as we heared him soil his nappy. "Oh dear baby Susie has poo-poed herself" Caroline howled.
He lowered his head in shame, betrayed by his own body as we all laughed at him now he had a dirty nappy. "I haven't got a clean nappy baby" I told him "so you'll just have to sit in your dirty nappy until we get you home" "He'll have a nice nappy rash by then" Caroline smiled "why don't we take him to the chemist to get some cream" she suggested. We all agreed that he would need some nappy cream and as the shops were close by we could call on the way home.
We stayed at the park for about two hours David was laughed and jeered at by everyone that came, Victoria played on the swings and the round-a-bout with the other children telling them that David was her baby dolly and that she was his mummy, to prove it he had to tell her new freinds his baby name in his baby voice "Me a wittle baby, my name ith Thuthie" he lisped. He had to admit that Victoria was indeed his mummy, she even made him gurgle his baby talk for their amusement. At least five little girls held David's dummy against his lips and made him ask in his baby voice for his hated dud-dum. David's humiliation was working out much better than I hoped, he was weeping uncontrollably, heaving pitiful sobs when we finally left the park.
As we made our way back via the chemist I spotted two boy's walking on the other side of the street. "Isn't that Pete Hargreves and Tony Patterson?" I asked Caroline "It certainly is" she confirmed. The two boys in question were in David's class at school, a look of pure horror crossed his face as he spotted them too.
I stopped the pushchair and looked down at my step-brother "Shall I call them over baby Susie" I grinned.
"No, please Lesley I am begging you don't let them see me like this" he whined, his dummy falling out yet again.
"Why should you be bothered if they see you baby Susie, you are only a baby, they are big boys and go to big boy's school. I could understand your concern if you were a boy too, but your not are you, you are a baby girl in your pushchair being taken for a walk by your mummy and aunties" Patricia laughed. I was in no mood to show David any mercy "And as a baby you have no say in who we talk to or who we show you off to" I sneered revelling in my power over him."Hi Pete, hi Tony" I called as they approached "come over and see who is in this pushchair".
They waved and crossed the road. "What the hell is he doing in a pushchair" Pete laughed as he recognised David.
"He's got a dress on" Tony laughed "and he's wearing a nappy, I don't beleive it"
"You big sissy!" Pete almost spat in his face.
"Tell the big boys your name and what you are baby" Caroline ordered.
"My name ith baby Thuthie. Me a pwetty wittle baby girl" he wailed bursting into a flood of tears before his class mates.
"Look at you, you`re pathetic" Tony sneered "you are a disgrace to the male gender, where is your pride?"
"We'll make sure everyone in school hears about this" Pete guffawed "I'm a little girl my name is Susie" he mocked "make sure you`re wearing your pretty baby dress and your nappy when you turn up for school next week baby Susie."
I handed Tony David's dummy "Make him ask you for it Tony."
He dangled the dummy in front of David's face" "Does the big baby want it's dummy then" he laughed.
"Me want my dum-dum, pweath me want my dum-dum" he sobbed. Tony rammed it in.
"Here is your precious dum-dum baby" he mocked "and you will call me Uncle Tony from now on, especially at school. I'm going to have you stood up in front of the rest of the class and you can ask me for your dum-dum in front of every one" he said "and if you don't I will super-glue your dummy into your mouth."
"I'm afraid we will have to get going lad's baby Susie has poo-pooed her nappy and needs it changing" I informed them.
"Your kidding, surely he hasn't messed himself?" Tony asked incredulously. I pulled his frilly pants back and they reeled at the smell "What a pathetic sissy" he sneered "run along home baby Susie mummy is waiting to change your dirty nappy" he pinched his cheek viciously, David screamed "Oh I'm sorry did I hurt the lickle babykins then" he scowled pinching Davids cheek again even harder "Us big boys just don't know our own strength" he laughed.
We could still hear them laughing several yards away as we pushed on to the chemists. Caroline held the glass door open and we manouvered David inside. The assistants in the chemist were all young women, not much older than ourselves, in fact we knew two of them as they attended the same school before they left. David knew them too and he was beside himself with humiliation as we told everyone why David was in his pushchair dressed up as a baby girl. Again he found no sympathy as the women laughed at him for allowing himself to be put in such an embarrasing position.
"We need some nappy cream" I said at last "he poo-pooed his nappy some time ago, he's bound to have nappy rash." They couldn't beleive that a grown boy would actually use his nappy like a real baby would. I showed them his dirty nappy.
"Oh you are a baby aren't you" one of the assistants said "but your mummy should have you in disposable nappies, towelling ones are so old fashioned." She produced a large pack of disposable nappies which were for incontinent aduls, put them in a carrier from the baby section, this had a baby in a nappy printed on the side, and gave them to David "They should keep you going for a week or two baby" she laughed. We purchased his nappy rash cream, a large tin of baby formulae ans several tins of real baby food. "Bring baby Susie in any time, she is so cute" the women said as we left.
We took our time wheeling David back home, we wanted as many people as possible to see him in his baby clothes. Mother had a good laugh as we told her where we had taken him. "Was he a good baby Victoria?" she asked.
"He was very naughty, he swore at us and a lady had to smack him" Victoria told her.
"Did he. Well I told you what I would do to you if you were naughty didn't I David" she stood over his pushchair glowering at him.
"Yes mother" he croaked.
"You could not take your punishment for the day even though you knew it meant spending the next six weeks in dresses and wearing a nappy" she said absolutely disgusted with him "did you think I was kidding, that I wouldn't put you in dresses and nappies?"
"No mother, I knew you would carry out your threat" he said in a whisper.
"And you still couldn't keep your promise to be a good baby, you deserve to be made to wear dresses all the time" mother said "from this day you will never wear trousers in this house ever again. Each time you come home from school you will change immediately into your pretty little baby dresses do you understand"
Yes mother" He bowed his head in shame. "Yes mummy" she corrected, "you are the baby of this house now."
"Yes mummy" he cried.
"You will wear nappies from now on" she said taking his bag of disposables from him, "even when you go to school you will be wearing a nappy and do not think you will be excused from games and things just because your in a nappy, because you won't."
"No mummy" he wailed.
"It is obvious to me that you want to be treated like a baby or you would have taken your punishment today." she said.
"We should decorate his room in pink with pretty nursery wallpaper if he wants to be a baby so much" I suggested.
"Isn't my old cot still in the attic?"
"Good idea Lesley, his stereo and computer that he loves so much can go, he can have a nursery lamp and a mobile that plays nursery rhymes instead" she said.
"Yes, I'll put it up in the spare bedroom, he can sleep in it tonight and we can start on his room tomorrow" mother laughed. David just cried. Patricia, Caroline and Victoria had to leave, although they promised to come the next day to help convert David's room into a pink nursery.
Victoria promised to dig out all her old baby toys "I'm a big girl now, I've grown out of them, but they will be ideal for you baby Susie" she giggled.
Mother took David to the bathroom to clean him up whilst I laid the table for dinner. My plans to turn David into a baby had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams, I never thought that he would spend any longer than today in baby girls clothes, my mind was racing now that mother had decided to make him the baby of the family. I made my mind up to ensure David's regression would be permanent, in fact when he left school he could become a baby girl full time, I knew he harboured hopes of going to university, he was much cleverer than me, a fact that he never disguised. "So you think your more clever than me do you David" I said to myself "well once I get you into full time babyhood I will regress you so much that you will not be able to say the alphabet, or add up two and two or even speak properly and that is a promise step-brother."
When mother brought David in he stank of sweet perfume, she had put him in one of my baby doll nighties and he was wearing a disposable nappy. He suc-ked on his dummy and the way he was sobbing told me he had had a good spanking. She sat him at the table, put his bib back on him and retired to the kitchen to dish out the food.
"I've got you just where I want you baby brother" I laughed sitting next to him "starting tomorrow I'm going to take over your life, I'm going to teach you to talk like a baby, walk like a baby, act like a baby even think like a baby. And I'm going to make you look so pretty no one will believe that you are a boy, I'm going to dye your hair blonde and perm it into baby ringlets, I'm going to have your ears peirced and make you wear pretty little baby studs. I'm going to pluck your eyebrows until they are a girlish thin line and you will always wear make-up, even at school."
He sobbed, "That's right baby have a good cry, get used to tears stinging your eyes because by the time I am finished with you, you will burst into tears at the slightest thing just like a simpering little baby girl." Mother returned and placed the dinner plate in front of me, it was full of delicious smelling food.
She put a bowl of baby food in front of David and his bottle full of formulae. She laughed at the look on his face "You didn't think you were getting grown-up food did you baby" she laughed shoving a spoonfull of mush into his mouth "babies like you eat baby food, no more cooked dinners for you now your a baby, just luke warm foul tasting baby food to help you grow up big and strong." She scraped his dinner off his chin as he grimaced at the taste "You'll get used to it baby Susie, its all you'll be getting from now on."
"This is delicious mum" I giggled tucking in "what a pity baby Susie can't have any." He finished his baby food and mother gave him his bottle to hold himself while she got her dinner. "Now he is a baby, mother, he should be put to bed at a time more approriate to his status" I said.
"I agree, what do you suggest" she answered.
"I think five-o-clock would be ideal, babies need to be in bed so early otherwise they get so irritable" I giggled watching him nearly choke on his baby milk.
"Five-o-clock it is then. He will be put to bed at that time from now on no matter what." "So no more youth-club or going out with your freinds baby, you'll be safely tucked up in your cot instead" I laughed. "He will be able to see his friends at the weekend when they play football" mother smiled.
"But babies don't play football mother" I said concerned that she was going to allow David to take part in a normal boy's activity.
"Oh he won't be playing silly. He'll be watching," she laughed looking at David "I'll take him in his pushchair so he can cheer his freinds on."
David let out a squeal of anguish "No mummy please don't take me to the football matches" he begged.
"Oh don't worry David, I'll make sure your in your prettyest dress and you'll be in your nappy so it won't matter if you need to go to the toilet during the game"
"Please mummy say you won't take me, they will all laugh at me" he whined.
"Your'e going to the football David and that is a promise" mother snapped pushing his dummy in "Now do not let me hear you say another word" she warned.
"And he should only be allowed to watch baby programmes on t.v." I suggested.
"Quite right, babies don't watch things like sports, Tele-tubbies is more suitable, he can watch that" mother grinned. "Now take your big sisters hand, she can put you to bed, read you a nice story, afetr she's put you in a clean nappy of course" she said patting his benappied behind.
"Come on David time for beddy-byes" I sang "tomorrow will be your first full day as a baby girl, we don't want you waking up cranky do we" I laughed. David meekly took my hand, he was defeated, he knew there was no escape from his new life as a baby girl.
The end.....or is it just the beginning?
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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