Left Behind

[DaraJaney]

Mrs Smiley sat with her cup of tea admiring Frank/Cindy in his prettiest pink baby dress.  He looked out through the lace of his bonnet, suc-ked on his soother and dutifully shook his rattles and played with his blocks. 

“If you ever want to take a day off we’d be happy to look after Cindy for you”, Mrs Smiley offered.  Frank cringed.  He had been worried about having his nappy changed in front of them but now the prospect of having them changing his nappy was becoming real.  It was only then that the obvious thought occurred to him.  He looked up at his mother.

She was looking at his aunt and they exchanged a knowing look.  “That’s very kind of you to offer”, his mother replied eventually.  Frank relaxed a little as she appeared to be about to reject the offer.  “Can we take you up on that tomorrow?”  Frank peed a little more into his nappy.  That was happening more and more regularly.

But if he was left in the care of Mrs Smiley and Chris and they had to change his nappy they would find out that he was a boy!  “We’d be delighted!” Mrs Smiley agreed.  “Come over about 9 tomorrow?”  his mother suggested and it was all set up.

Frank tossed and turned in his cot all night.  It had only just been exposed to neighbours that he was being kept in nappies and baby dresses.  He was sure that Chris must be running around out there telling everyone.  And now they were about to find out that he was a boy!  Every time he thought about it he peed a little more into his nappy.

The following morning his mother came in to find him in a soggy and soiled nappy as usual.  “We’re not going to change your nappy until just before Mrs Smiley comes in”, his mother informed him.  Frank whimpered through his soother.  He had no idea what time it was – there was no clock in his room which was a constant irritation for him given the long hours he spent in his cot.  But he was fairly sure it meant sitting in his soiled nappy for a long time.

His mother kept him in his cot and gave him his morning bottle.  Eventually she came in with his aunt ready to change him.  They removed his soiled nappy and cleaned him up.  Frank lay back studying the ceiling, suc-king on his soother as usual, trying not to think too much about the business of cleaning and powdering his nether regions.

When that was done he felt something enclose around behind his testicles.  “Nnngggghhh?”  Then his mother quickly pulled a hard plastic tube over his pen-is and attached it to the ring.  He heard the click of a little lock and his mother held  up a little key.  He looked down to see that they had locked this plastic tube over his pen-is.  What on earth was that for?  Before he got much more than another whimper out, his mother was pinning his nappy on.

Just then the doorbell rang.  Frank looked towards the door in panic.  It must be Mrs Smiley and Chris.  His aunt when to meet them at the door.  He heard her say “Chris, would you go and play in the garden for a few minutes please?”  He heard Chris skip towards the back of the house.

“There’s something we need to show you”, his aunt told Mrs Smiley as they entered the room.  She saw Frank lying back with just the cotton nappy pinned in place.  Mrs Smiley came over.  “Good morning Cindy!  Aren’t we going to have fun today?”

His aunt nodded towards his mother and she unpinned his nappy.  Frank cringed as she pulled back the folds.  Mrs Smiley’s jaw dropped.  “But …”  She put her hand to her face.  “Oh my goodness!”  Then she giggled a little.

“Do you still want to babysit for us today?” his mother asked.  “Oh yes of course!” Mrs Smiley responded.  “Well I never!”  “And what about Chris?” his aunt asked.  “Oh she knows all about the male anatomy, don’t worry.”  She went to the door and called out “Chris, come in dear we’ve a surprise for you.”

Chris skipped into the room and smiled as she saw Frank in his nappy.  Her mother drew her nearer.  “You won’t believe this but Cindy is actually a boy!”  Chris’s eyes popped as she saw Frank’s extra equipment, locked away as it was.

“Frank is his real name.  As you can see, there is nothing to worry about, he’s safely neutralised”, his aunt sniggered as she proceeded to pin his nappy up again.

Again, Mrs Smiley put her hand to her face.  “Oh my goodness!”  She looked at Chris.  “Remember he spent a whole day playing with dolls in his pretty little play dress and matching frilly panties!  He must have been mortified.”  Frank suc-ked hard on his soother.

“And you had his hair in ringlets at times!  Remember that pretty pink party dress he wore to your birthday party!”  Cindy laughed remembering that he looked more sissy than any real girl at the party.  “Oh, and he danced ballet in front of the whole town in his pink tutu and pink tights!  I remember you made him sew frilly lace on his tutu!  Oh he must have died having to do that!”

Frank was almost in tears as she recounted his horrific year.  “Would you like to choose his dress for the day?” his mother asked opening the wardrobe and revealing his pink and yellow baby dresses.”  “Oh let’s have his yellow dress today!” Mrs Smiley replied enthusiastically.  “Chris would you like to choose Baby Francie’s tights?” she asked.  They all smiled at Frank’s new appropriate name: Baby Francie!  Perfect!

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Frank had to suffer the indignity of being fed his bottle by Chris, the little girl from next door.  She then made him play with his rattles and blocks for hours while her mother knitted him a new pair of booties.

“We must tell Annabelle about this”, Mrs Smiley said.  Frank looked up at the mention of one of the girls from his school.  Annabelle was the most gorgeous girl he had seen in the senior school.  Naturally he’d had no opportunity to do anything about, dressed as he had been in his pink junior girl’s uniform.  Something stirred in his nappy at the mention of her name.  Then it came up against the tight barrier of the plastic tube locked over his pen-is and he realised that the device prevented him from getting aroused.  “She’ll never believe that Cindy was a boy all along!”  Chris jumped up.  “I’ll go and get her!”

Frank was distraught.  He didn’t want Annabelle to see that he was a boy being kept in nappies and baby dresses.  Despite his horror, something about it made his little member stir again and press further against its restraint.  Chris was already gone and Frank knew there was no avoiding it now.  Annabelle was going to see him.  It wasn’t long before he heard her voice approaching.  “What are you dragging me in here for?”

She walked into the room and saw Frank/Cindy sitting in the play pen in his yellow baby dress.  “What on earth?”  Mrs Smiley told her about Cindy’s wetting problem and refusal to go to school.  “But wait until you see what’s in the nappy!” Chris giggled.  Annabelle looked puzzled.

“Does Baby Francie need changing?” Mrs Smiley asked.  “Francie?” Annabelle was further puzzled.  Frank was relieved that he didn’t need changing.  But then he froze.  His nappy WAS wet.  When did that happen?  He must have wet himself at the anticipation of Annabelle seeing him.  And he didn’t even notice that he was wetting himself.  He suc-ked hard on his soother.

Mrs Smiley reached under his petticoats and slipped a finger into the waistband of his nappy cover.  “Yes!  Baby Francie needs changing.”  Annabelle looked on as Frank’s nappy cover was pulled down and then his tights.  She winced as the soaked plastic pants were peeled off.  When the nappy was unpinned and folded back she put her hand to her mouth.  “It’s …. It’s a boy!”

Frank could feel his pen-is pressing desperately against the chastity device as he lay back mortified.  Mrs Smiley wiped him down with baby wipes as Annabelle moved in for a closer look.  She took the plastic tube in her hand and wiggled it to confirm that it was locked on.  Frank writhed at the discomfort of his frustrated member.  “Oh look!” Annabelle remarked.  “His poor little diddy can’t grow!” she giggled.

“He was so cute in his pink uniform”, Annabelle remembered.  “And his ballet tutu!” she snorted.  Frank winced.  How many times was he going to have to endure this now that the secret was out?

Annabelle insisted on powdering him and pinning his clean nappy on.  She stroked the bulge at the front teasingly before pulling his tights over his nappy and Frank twisted in agony.

On hearing that more neighbours knew the truth of Baby Francie, his mother decided that it was time to bring him out and about.  “Let’s go to the Mall tomorrow”, she suggested.  “That’s a great idea”, his aunt concurred.  “Gosh, what’s that smell?  Oh Baby Francie has a present for us, has he?”

Frank fought back the tears and suc-ked deeply on his soother as he realised that the prospect of going out in public in his nappy and baby dress had led to him soiling himself.  Not that it deterred the ladies from the idea in the least.

The next morning Frank was dressed in his pink baby dress and matching bonnet and tights ready for his public exposition.  His mother produced a white leather harness and pulled it over his arms and buckled it at the back.  She tugged on the attached reins to make sure that it gave her the desired level of control.

His aunt threw a changing bag over her shoulder.  There was a baby bottle with milk in the outside pocket.  Frank sighed heavily as he looked in the mirror.  People would see his thick nappy clearly below his short dress and petticoats.  When they saw the changing bag, they would know that he was actually using his nappy.  They would also see that he was being bottle-fed.

He was pushed out the door and waddled down the driveway towards the public road.  His mother kept his reins nice and taught.  He tried to look up and down the road to see if anyone was about but his bonnet greatly restricted his view.  He stomach rumbled.  He clenched his buttocks.  It was bad enough having to walk around in a clean nappy in public – he really didn’t want to be walking around in a soiled nappy.

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Frank’s mother pushed him towards the main road which was busy with cars and pedestrians.  A neighbour intercepted them by trotting quickly down her driveway.  “Oh is this Baby Francie that I’ve heard about?!”  His mother tugged him to a halt with his harness so that the neighbour could properly admire him.

Frank stood mortified on the footpath as the neighbour complimented his baby dress and matching nappy cover.  “What a sweet bonnet!”  Frank suc-ked on his soother and she laughed.  “Oh Baby Francie loves his doh-doh!”  Frank was momentarily relieved when his mother finally let him walk on but then he saw the busy main road again.

It must have taken a full hour to get to the Mall.  Everyone seemed to be out on the main street.  His mother stopped and chatted to everyone who wanted to hear more about Baby Francie, the teenage boy in a thick nappy and baby dress – and that was everyone.  Frank could only stand and endure the comments about his pink tights, very thick nappy and changing bag.

The Mall provided no relief.  It simply meant that he had reached another stage in his public humiliation.  He waddled down the first row of shops to the central atrium trying to ignore all the astonished looks.  Then he realised that his mother was leading him to the child-minders right in the centre of the Mall.

“Can we leave Baby Francie with you while we shop?” his mother asked.  When the lady in charge finished laughing she said they would be only too delighted to have him.  She took Frank’s harness and led him over to the babies and toddlers on the large play mat.  At first they looked up agape at the teenage baby.  Even they burst out laughing and pointed most indiscretely at his bulging nappy and soother.

Frank had no choice but to flop down on his nappied bottom on the play mat.  His mother and aunt had gone and left him in this place.  He looked around, which again required maximum turning of his head due to his restrictive bonnet.

In this new age of transparency the baby minding room in the centre of the mall’s main atrium had glass walls, presumably so that concerned mummies could be sure that their little ones were being well treated.  In Frank’s case though, it ensured that the maximum possible number of people could stop, look and laugh at him in his pink baby dress and frilly nappy cover.

The restrictive bonnet had one advantage.  Frank looked down at the baby toys and started playing with them closing out the view of the laughing multitudes.  Within a few minutes the lady in charge was not having this and insisted on feeding him the bottle from his changing bag so he had to look up and suc-k on it.  He could see people were highly amused by his bottle feeding and were nudging each other and pointing to his changing bag.  He didn’t need to be able to lip-read to tell that they were telling each other that he must be actually using his nappies.

Looking beyond the circle of grinning people he could see that the atrium was the location for several coffee shops and eateries and most people sitting at the tables were similarly enjoying the floor show.

After what seemed like a couple of hours he finally saw his mother and aunt approach the atrium.  Before they got to the child-minding area, his mother nudged his aunt and pointed to one of the coffee shops and they both went to relax over a beverage.  Frank sighed.

His stomach rumbled again and this time Frank realised that there was no putting it off.  Now he just wanted to die.  He was about to soil his nappy in the baby-minding area of the local mall in front of an audience of several hundred.

The toddlers nearest heard the flatulence that accompanied Frank’s poo.  They first looked at him and then up at the child-minding ladies.  “The big baby has done doo-doos!”  One of the ladies came towards him immediately but recoiled when she got within smelling distance.  People outside the glass walls were getting the idea.  Some people were doubled over laughing.

His mother and aunt noticed the commotion and trotted over to the child-minders.  His aunt threw the changing bag over her shoulder while his mother reattached the reins to his harness.  A path opened in the crowd as he was led out.  He looked up and saw the sign for the Gents, Ladies and Changing Room.  As they passed through the crowd the people closest cringed when they got the smell.

Frank was now desperate to get through the door to the changing room.  His aunt pushed the door back to reveal a queue of ladies with their little charges.  They all turned to look at Baby Francie.  There was no room inside the door.  His mother held his harness tightly as they had to wait outside the changing room for the queue to move on.

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Frank could only suc-k desperately on his soother as he stood in his soiled nappy outside the changing room at the Mall trying to ignore all the sniggering passers-by who wrinkled their noses and went ‘Ew!’ if they got too close.

Eventually a mother and baby left and they were able to get inside the door at last.  He was now faced with a line of smiling mothers and puzzled babies.  It was clear that he was creating the largest stink of them all.

When the next lady was finished one of the others said “I think the big baby should go next.  It seems like your need is much greater.”   All the others nodded in agreement and Frank’s mother led him to the front thanking them.

As Frank climbed up on the changing table the mothers gathered around and it seemed obvious to him that their main motivation for letting him go first was to watch him having his nappy changed.  But he was desperate to get his dirty nappy off so he had no choice but to go along and obediently raise and lower his bottom in the now familiar changing routine.  It was also obvious to the mothers watching that this was a regular routine and that the child must have been kept in nappies for some time.

His mother removed his frilly nappy cover with much tittering from the mothers.  One of them held it up and the others ran their fingers through Frank frills and giggled.  Then his mother peeled off his pink tights.  “Gosh, you’re using old fashioned cotton nappies and plastic pants!” one mother observed.  “I was thinking that the nappy seemed very thick.”  “And it keeps everything in ok?”  another asked.  His mother pushed Frank’s legs up in the air so she could show all the mothers how his elasticated plastic pants kept everything in.  They all leaned in for a really good look and were suitably impressed.  Frank looked up at the ceiling through his bonnet and just kept suc-king on his soother.

His mother then removed his plastic pants and the real force of the smell hit them.  They all stood back.  As his mother unpinned his nappy, Frank wondered if the mothers knew that he was actually a boy.  Well, they were about to find out.

“Oh my goodness!”  “It’s a boy!”  The mothers all looked at his pink frilly dress, his matching nappy cover and tights again in a new light.  “What is that?” a mother asked pointing at the chastity device.  His mother twiddled with the little padlock.  “Well lots of the girls in the neighbourhood love babysitting for Baby Francie and love changing his nappy.  Unfortunately, his little thing seems to enjoy it too so this keeps it out of mischief.”  The ladies all giggled.  “Where do you get them?  I have a teenage son who could do with one of those!”  A number of the other mothers sniggered agreement.

So Frank had to turn over and be wiped and powdered and have his new nappy and plastic pants replaced in front of the audience of mothers.  Then his mother pulled his tights and frilly nappy cover on and helped him down off the changing table.  He stood in front of the ladies as his mother repacked his changing bag.  Finally she straightened his bonnet.

“Isn’t he adorable!”  “Where did you get such a pretty baby dress in his size – with the matching nappy cover and bonnet and everything?!”  His aunt lapped up the praise for her dressmaking skills and needlework.  She gave out her number to some of the ladies and Frank wondered if some other poor boy was about to end up like him.

Finally they were done and Frank could waddle out of the changing room in a nice clean nappy.  If he felt any relief it was short lived as his mother opened the door revealing the crowded mall.  He took a deep breath.

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While Frank desperately wanted to be out of nappies and baby dresses, he wasn’t sure that, following his public humiliation at the Mall, he could ever show his face outside the door again.

His mother and aunt weren’t so inhibited.  They managed to purchase a large stroller that they could strap him into to bring him down to the shops or out to the park.  His initial attempts to foil this by dragging his feet on the ground were easily thwarted by means of Velcro straps that secured his ankles to the sides of his stroller.  Thus he was firmly held in his stroller to be propelled wherever his mother, aunt or any of the local girls who regularly asked to take him out wanted to bring him.  The girls would usually bring him down to the park to show him off to their friends.

The local babysitters club generously offered to look after Frank for free whenever his mother and aunt wanted a night out.  When this happened he usually found that about half a dozen girls were eager to share the duties.  He might have his soggy nappy removed by one girl, have another clean him with baby wipes , another powder his bottom, leaving others the tasks of pinning his clean nappy on and restoring his tights and nappy cover.  All the time his poor little member pressed against its restraint so he couldn’t feel any arousal, much to the amusement of the girls.

One day his aunt was rummaging in the attic when she found some old boy’s clothes.  Frank looked at them glumly.  Trousers were a dim memory at this stage.  But he was astonished when his mother suggested letting him put the clothes on.

He wondered was he dreaming as his mother removed his mittens and bonnet, pulled the dress off him, then his nappy cover, the tights and finally unpinned his nappy.  He couldn’t believe the feeling of underpants on him!  Then a shirt and trousers.  His mother looked at him and smiled.  She reached forward and pulled his soother out with a pop!  He’d forgotten about that.

He was free to go out the door.  He wasn’t sure that he wanted to face the public.  “You don’t want to go back into your play-pen do you?” his mother asked rhetorically.  Of course he didn’t but …   Anyway he decided that he had to take the opportunity and go outside.  His mother closed the door behind him.

It wasn’t long before she heard girls laughing outside.  Soon after there was an urgent banging on the door.  When she opened it, Frank was clutching Annabelle’s hand.  “He’s wet his pants in front of all the girls”, she announced.  She brought the blubbering boy in.

“Oh sweetie, come over to the changing table.”  Frank lay back as his mother removed his sodden pants.  She noticed him looking at something.  She followed his eye line and realised he was looking at his soother.  “Do you want your doh-doh?” she asked.  Frank cringed and didn’t want to admit that he needed it but eventually he nodded.  She pushed the soother into his mouth and he immediately nursed it eagerly.

When she had cleaned him up Annabelle reached for a nappy.  “Nnnnggghhh!” he protested.  He’d only been out of nappies for a few minutes.  He desperately didn’t want to be put in them again.  But she ignored him and he had to accept that he needed a nappy now.  As usual his member tried to enlarge as Annabelle pinned his nappy on.  She giggled “naughty boy, just as well we have that thing to keep you under control.”

Soon he was back in his baby dress, matching bonnet and nappy cover and tights.  There was another whimper of protest when his mother strapped the mittens on his hands again.  She led him into his play-pen and clicked the side bars shut.  Frank flopped down.

“Don’t worry sweetie”, she said soothingly.  Frank looked up hopefully at his mother and Annabelle.  “I promise you we won’t EVER try that again.  I’ll get your bottle.”  As she turned away Frank considered the implications of what she had just said.  She won’t ever put him in boy’s clothes again?  She won’t ever let him out of nappies again?  EVER?!!!

THE END
 â€“ for us maybe, but clearly not for Frank.