His mother led him towards High Street. Suddenly more of their neighbours started catching up with them. Word had obviously spread. His mother was only too happy to tell them everything. âHeâs back in nappies since yesterday.â Little Susie from two doors up thought about this. âAnd does he have to use his nappies?!â âOf course, why else would he be wearing them?â Susie laughed. She thought about it again. âLike, for everything?!â
High Street was brought to a standstill. Frank clutched his dolly. He wanted to die. âIs your nappy wet little baby?â someone called out. Frank remembered that it was. He looked down in distress and everyone realised that he was indeed wet.
His mother led him into a newsagents. She took the daily newspaper. âWould you like a lollipop sweetie?â Frank was delighted to have an opportunity to suc-k on anything other than his soother so he nodded enthusiastically.
He waddled out of the shop after his mother and was delighted that she turned for home. Quite a crowd had gathered though and they had to part to let him through. âMy God! Itâs true. He is wearing a nappy and a frilly baby dress!â âLook at that bonnet!â âAnd those frilly panties!â âYou know he has to poop in his nappyâ, Little Susie added helpfully.
Frank would have sprinted the last hundred yards if he wasnât on the harness. Another neighbour stopped his mother at their gate and engaged her in conversation about his predicament. Frank was hopping from one foot to the other, dying to get in the door. His nappy was really clammy at this stage.
He was so relieved to be changed into a clean nappy. His play-pen had been brought into his room. His mother put him in the pen and clicked the side bars shut. It had been placed in the bay window.
Within a couple of minutes people started to gather at the window. âThere he is!â âMy God! He really is wearing a nappy!â âAnd heâs being kept in a big play-pen.â Frank sat frozen for a while. If he played with any of his toys that brought them out in laughter. If he crawled around the play-pen that gave them the perfect view of his frilly panties.
But in the end he had little choice. He couldnât just sit motionless all day. So they roared laughing when he shook his rattle or picked up a dolly. There was a constant flow of people.
At Noon his mother came in with his bottle. She let him out of his pen and strapped him into the high-chair. People who had been at the window earlier were called back to watch him suc-k on his bottle. âLook at his pretty tights!â
His mother left him in the high-chair until lunchtime, giving him some letter blocks to keep him amused. âSpell âdogââ someone shouted out and they all laughed. There wasnât much else he could do but oblige. Because of his mittens it took him a couple of minutes to successfully arrange the blocks and the crowd outside burst into ironic applause when he managed it.
Then they watched him being spoon-fed his lunch. There were titters as he winced at the taste. âI can finally get him to eat boiled cabbageâ, his mother told them.
After lunch his mother put him on the rocking horse. The crowd loved the way his net underskirts fluttered and they got another lovely view of his frilly panties every time the horse rocked forward.
His mother insisted that he take a nap after that. The crowd outside laughed at this and he was once again cross with his mother. He protested by clutching the bars of his cot and shaking them but when he saw his mother close the curtains to give him some darkness, he re-evaluated and decided that a nap was a good idea.
âNow are you going to be a good baby and take a nap?â He quickly lay down and clutched his teddy. His mother pulled the duvet over him. He looked up with an angelic face and gave a couple of suc-ks on his soother. âThereâs a good baby.â He was so relieved to get some privacy at last.
After his nap he was put back in the play-pen. The doorbell rang. âHi, can I see Frank?â It was Lucy his girlfriend. Frank desperately hoped that she would not see him like this. He had to presume that she had heard about his predicament by now but it was another thing altogether if he had to sit there in front of her in his nappy.
On the other hand, she would be the one person who would not like to see him reduced to this. Surely she would convince his mother to give him a reprieve.
âSure, come in!â his mother said to her. A little whimper emanated from Frank as he prepared himself to be seen by her. He held his head down hiding behind the frills of his bonnet for all the good it would do.
âIs it true what people are saying?â he heard Lucy ask his Mum. âCome in and see for yourself.â Even with his head down he could see the door reflected in the mirror. Lucy walked in. She looked around the nursery in amazement. Then she saw the figure in the play pen. Frank braced himself. âIs that Frank?â he heard her say in a barely credulous tone. âMmm-hmmmâ his mother confirmed. Lucy ran around in front of Frank and knelt down to see under his bonnet. He looked up slowly.
Lucy looked at him with her mouth agape in shock. He gave her the saddest look he could conjure up, which was not hard. âOhâŚ. my âŚ. God! Heâs adorable!â Frank was crushed. Lucy smiled at him delightedly. âIsnât he just?â his mother confirmed proudly.
âWhat a pretty dress!â Lucy remarked. Frank wanted to die. âStand up Frank so she can see you properlyâ, his mother instructed. He reluctantly got to his feet. He straightened up as slowly as he could, delaying the inevitable.
âHe really is wearing a nappy!â Frank tried to push down his petticoats but knew it was pretty useless. Lucy looked around at the changing table with its pile of cloth nappies, pins, powders and creams. There was no doubt that Frank was using his nappies for their intended purpose.
âItâs time for his bottle. Would you like to give it to him?â âOh yes pleaseâ Lucy responded all too eagerly. âIâll warm up the milk, you put him in his high chair.â
Lucy slipped the catch on the play-pen and let him out. He continued to look at her pleadingly as he left the pen but she led him to the high-chair and helped him up. She pulled the straps over his shoulders, snapped the catch in front of his chest and tightened the straps diligently. Then she swung the tray in front of him and pushed it until she heard the snap of the catch locking it in place.
She stood back and took a good look at him. She sniggered. âJust look at those lovely tights.â âYou should find a bib for him in the drawerâ, his mother called from the kitchen.
Frank tensed as Lucy opened the drawer. âOh look!â She took out a couple of pairs of frilly panties and held them up. She smiled over at Frank. Then she took a fistful of pairs of tights in various pastel shades. âArenât you the luckiest baby?â
Eventually she found a bib, came back to him and tied it around his neck. His mother arrived with the bottle. Lucy took it from her. She gently teased the soother from his mouth and immediately replaced it with the teat of his bottle. He started suc-king. âThatâs a good baby.â Frank flinched. This is not how he foresaw their next date.
She patiently held the bottle for him while he suc-ked his way through it. She tilted it up helpfully at the end so he didnât miss any of it. âThere you goâ, she said cheerfully as she slipped his soother back in.
Lucy and his mother chatted about his new routines. âItâs quite demandingâ, his mother explained. âWell, why donât you have a night out tonight and Iâll baby-sit him for youâ, Lucy suggested. âWould you mind?â âNot at allâ, Lucy assured her and she winked at Frank. He wondered what she intended. He desperately hoped that she would maybe take the mittens off and he might be able to free himself.
Lucy went home in the interim and returned around 9pm. âI put him down about an hour agoâ, he heard his mother say in the hall. âHe had a bottle before he went to bed. He usually doesnât wet his nappy until the early hours. Janice has gone off to bed too.â
He heard his mother leave and Lucy came into the nursery. She looked in through the bars of his cot and saw that he was awake. âHi honey!â He sat up in the cot. He continued to suc-k on his soother because his mother told him that she was recording everything from the baby monitor and he was not allowed to speak.
âI have a nice surprise for youâ, Lucy whispered and she scampered out of the room. Frank was certainly curious.
A few minutes later she returned. She was wearing a sexy nurseâs uniform. It was very low cut and tight and he could see the outline of her nipples. It was also very short and she wore white stockings and suspenders. She expected him to be excited but he winced.
She gyrated in front of him sexily but he grabbed the bars of his cot and shook his head desperately. She stopped. âI thought you would like this. I thought it would be good to be alone.â He sighed heavily. She walked sensuously in her high heels to the cot and undid the side. âCome here to me.â
This was more like it. Frank scrambled gratefully from the cot. She took his hand and led him to the changing table. He resisted but she told him to get up and she would get the nappy off him.
He got up on the table eagerly. She pulled down his plastic panties. âBoy are we going to have a good timeâ, she said as she resumed gyrating. Frank winced again. She licked her lips and started to undo the pins. Frank groaned.
As she pulled away his nappy she went towards his front nether regions with her mouth. Frank lay back and groaned loudly. Suddenly Lucy jerked up. âWhatâs this?â There was a small hard plastic sheath over his pen-is. It was locked to a ring that was held firmly in place behind his testicles. Frank was writhing now. The plastic sheath had a slit in the front. She could see the purple tip of his pen-is bursting to get through the slit.
His mother was determined to make sure that there would be no funny business. Lucy examined the lock. She took it in her fingers and shook it. She cupped his testicles to examine the ring behind them and see if there was anyway it could be removed. Frank continued to groan and writhe.
With one final frustrated shake of his plastic tube Lucy had to give up. She crossed her arms on her chest and frowned. Frankâs eyes were shut tightly. He was desperately trying to shake off the image of her in the sexy nurseâs uniform, the stockings and suspenders, the high heels and the way her nipplesâŚ.. He groaned again.
âOK, you might as well go back to bed.â She replaced his nappy and pinned it in place. He whimpered through his soother, disappointed that she was not going to free him. She pulled up his plastic pants. He protested with grunts but she just ignored him. She led him back to the cot, made him get back in and replaced the side bars. She made sure that the bolt was properly in place.
Frank clutched the bars and whimpered again. But she had lost interest. âNighty nightâ she whispered half-heartedly and she went to leave the room. She stopped and bent over to adjust the strap of her high-heels giving him a perfect view of her stockings and panties. Frank groaned again as his pen-is fought against the plastic tube.
All night his head was filled with the images of Lucy. At the slightest thought his pen-is swelled the minimal amount allowed by the chastity device and no more. He tossed and turned in the cot. He hugged his teddy and tried to concentrate on his soother but it was hours before he finally fell asleep.
The next day his mother finished the wallpapering. She also placed many enlarged and framed photos of him in his baby dresses around the room. No matter where he looked, he could see either his own reflection in a mirror or a huge photo of himself showing off his pretty dresses and bonnets and frilly panties.
When his mother was finished decorating his room, she took out his notebook again. She turned over one of the pages towards the end.
âI wouldnât be surprised if she keeps Janice as a baby for years yet, she loves having a baby girl so much.â
Frankâs face dropped. âI never actually thought of that while Janice was a babyâ, his mother said. Frank got to his knees and clutched the bars of his pen. âBut now that you mention it, it would be good to have a baby girl for several more years. Thanks for thinking of it. And since you were so envious of Janice as a baby girl, you can be my baby girl for years to come. Isnât that great?â âNnngghhh!â She smiled, tweaked his nose playfully and turned around. âNnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!â He shook the bars of his pen desperately. She left the room.
He heard her make a phone call. âIs that Principal Finch?â âIâm just ringing to let you know that Frank will be home-schooled from now on.â Frank clutched the bars of his play-pen. âThatâs right, you can take him off the roles. He wonât be coming back.â Tears ran down his cheeks.
Two weeks later, Frank was pretty much resigned to his fate. He played with his rattles and blocks, looked through the picture books which one short simple sentence on each page.
Lucy continued to baby-sit once a week. Each time the chastity device was locked on to Frank so there was no possibility of anything happening. One evening Lucy told him she had accepted an invitation to go to the school prom from Ivan Butler. Frank looked up sadly at her from the cot.
âWell, you obviously canât be my boyfriend anymoreâ she reasoned. Frank held up his mittens indicating that she could free him any time. She ignored the gesture.
The night of the prom, she called in. âLucy is here all dressed up for the promâ, his mother said as she turned on the light in the nursery. Frank sat up in the cot.
Lucy came in wearing a dark green coc-ktail dress. It was strapless. The skirt was flared with netting and very short. The high-heels must have been five-inch at least. She click-clacked into the centre of the room. âGive us a twirlâ, his mother said. Lucy obliged. Frank could see the lace stocking tops as her skirts swirled. It was quite obvious what she intended to do tonight.
âWell, well. Whoâs the lucky guy?â his mother asked. âIvan Butler. And believe me he is going to get lucky!â His mother tittered. âI hope you are taking precautions.â Lucy took her clutch bag and pulled out a strip of condoms. Frank sighed in the cot.
His mother looked in on him. âAnd to think it could have been Frank who was getting lucky.â Lucy came over to the cot. âOh I think Frank is in the right place. He makes such a pretty lickle-ickle baby.â She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, giving him a view down the front of her coc-ktail dress.
âHeâs really taken to it, hasnât he?â Lucy said slapping his nappy playfully. Frank knew that he should continue to resist this but what could he do? He just sat there glumly, suc-ked on his soother and clutched his dolly.
The next day Lucy called around again. She was so bright and chirpy that it was obvious she had had a great night. She gave Frank his bottle as she described the evening to his mother. âOh he was so strong and masterful.â Frank sat there gloomily suc-king on his bottle.
âAnd did youâŚ..?â his mother asked. Lucy opened her shoulder bag and pulled out a much shorter strip of condoms. Frank finished his bottle. Lucy smiled at him. âIâd bet youâd love a trip to the park.â Lucy fetched a pair of thick pink tights while his mother got the harness.
It was a sunny day, much to Frankâs chagrin. He knew this meant that the park would be full of people. He waddled ahead of Lucy who held his reins. When they turned in the gate of the park he cringed, seeing the dozens of boys playing football and all the parents and children around the swings.
While Frank in his baby dresses and nappies were now a regular sight in the park, he still attracted plenty of attention. Neighbours still came over and made a point of complimenting him on his pretty dress, commenting on his frilly panties and asking about his toilet control.
âHe soiled his nappy already this morning so he should be fine for a few hoursâ, Lucy told everyone. They went towards the swings and slides. Everyone gathered around behind as Lucy made him climb the ladder at the slide. They knew they would get a lovely view of the frills on his nappy cover as he ascended.
Then she brought him to the roundabout. He had difficulty clutching to the bar with his hands in mittens. âDonât spin it too fastâ, Lucy warned the other children.
âI need to go to the looâ, Lucy told him. She tied his reins to the railings and turned to the children. âWill you keep an eye on him for a few minutes?â With her gone, the children felt less restrained in teasing Frank. âWhat a big sissy babyâ, one of the girls sneered. âLook at those pink tights!â âHave you wet your nappy yet?â Frank sniffled. He hadnât but it wouldnât be long. He suc-ked on his soother. This only made it worse. âHa, ha! The big baby loves his soother!â
When Lucy returned they all smiled at him as if they were best of friends. Lucyâs mobile rang. âHi âŚ. over by the duck pond? ⌠yeah sure, weâll be over in a minute.â She tugged Frankâs reins. âMy friends are all over by the duck pond, come on.â
Frank winced but had little choice but to do what she said. A group of half a dozen girls were sitting on the grass by the pond. âBrilliantâ, Lindsay said, âI didnât know you had big baby Frank with you!â They sat him in the middle.
Within a few minutes he had wet himself. He didnât want to have to tell Lucy in front of all the girls. He hoped that she wouldnât stay long. But she lay back on the grass and seemed to be settling in for a long stay.
He waited half-an-hour. He nappy was now cold. There was no sign of Lucy leaving the park. He sighed. âMmmnghhh.â She looked up. âWhatâs up baby?â Frank winced. âHave you wet your nappy?â All the girls looked up with interest. Frankâs lack of denial was all they needed. They tittered. He could see them looking down at his nappy and smirking.
âAlright baby, weâd better get you home to get your nappy changed.â The sniggering continued as Lucy pulled him to his feet. There was still a lengthy discussion about where they would meet later. Frank shifted from one foot to the other uneasily.
They agreed to meet at 9pm. âIf youâre not still changing nappies.â âNo heâll be tucked up in his cot by then. His mummy puts him in double thickness nappies at night since he always wets himself during the night.â They all had a good laugh at that.