She looked back up the street. Jake followed her line of sight. “Carla, Frances, Georgina come here! You’ll never believe this.” The girls ran over. “Jake in a baby dress and nappy!”
They roared laughing. “Look at those pink tights!” “And he’s su-king on a soother!” Jake had become so used to the soother already that he’d forgotten it. There wasn’t much point in spitting it out now. It would just dangle from his dress anyway.
He realised that his life was now over. He would prefer to stay in his play-pen and cot from now on. He could never face his friends and neighbours again. A crowd of children gathered outside the window. Then they were joined by adults. Soon people were pushing each other to get a good view.
His mother opened the window so she could explain to the onlookers. They had never told anyone about his previous punishments but his mother told them the story and explained that he was now going to be kept as a sissy baby until he was eighteen. The neighbours were delighted.
Most of the women and girls offered to babysit him. The boys laughed their heads off until some mothers warned that if they didn’t behave themselves they might meet the same fate. That shut them up anyway.
Jake was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Then there was a loud burst of flatulence and those with sharper hearing heard a gushing noise. This brought the crowd to a horrified silence. Obviously many of them had not realised how serious his predicament was. Most tittered as Jake got off the rocking horse very gingerly but some maintained a sympathetic silence.
Pauline asked if her friend Lucinda could help change Jake. He lay back red-faced as his sister pulled down his frilly pink panties and then his pink tights. Lucinda was beaming. He had always thought that she was quite attractive but any chance that he had with her was pretty well shot now that she was watching him have his nappy changed.
The girls wretched as they removed his plastic pants and nappy but giggled intermittently. Lucinda asked to be let powder his bottom. He was relieved that he was face down while she did it and suc-ked hard on his soother to try to distract himself. “Ah look, baba loves his soother”, she commented.
They brought him back to his play-pen once his clean nappy was on and his tights and frilly panties were restored. They made him play with his rattles, dolls and coloured blocks. The net curtains were still drawn back and people regularly came up to the window to see the extraordinary sight. The girls would make Jake crawl on his knees so that everyone could see the bulge of his nappy under the frilly panties because otherwise they wouldn’t believe it.
By afternoon Jake was exhausted. He lay down in the play-pen and dozed off. He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep but when he woke he realised that he was being lifted up.
He tried to waken properly but could only just about make out his mother and Mrs. Lombard. He was lowered into a chair and felt himself being strapped in. He tried to resist but was still weak from his nap. He felt the straps being tightened.
Then he was propelled forward. The surprise made him wake up properly. He realised that he was in a push-chair. He was being pushed towards the front door of the house. “Mmmnnnngggg!” He wriggled in the push-chair but he was held firmly in with straps across his chest joined to another that came up between his legs. “MMMHHHHFFFF!”
“Pauline and Lucinda are just going to take you out for some nice fresh air”, his mother said. “NNNNGGGG!” “I must get him a dolly”, he heard Pauline say from behind his push-chair. She left him there in front of the hall mirror. Lucinda was waiting with her hand on the chair handle and smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
The strap up between his legs pinned his petticoats up against his chest and exposed his frilly panties for all to see. His legs were obviously splayed by the thick nappy he was wearing. He wriggled desperately to get free but he could only waggle his legs in his pink tights. Lucinda was amused by his helplessness.
Pauline arrived back with a dolly and handed it to him. Lucinda pushed him towards the front door while Pauline went to open it. He whimpered and wriggled but was pushed relentlessly towards the outdoors.
Lucinda bumped his push-chair down the two steps and he was in the open. He clutched his dolly and suc-ked on his soother. He looked up and down the street, having to turn his head the full 90 degrees in either direction because his bonnet restricted his view.
Children were running towards them. “Look! It’s Jake in his baby dress.” “He really is wearing a nappy!” “Look at those frilly panties and pink tights!” “Ha, ha! He’s su-king on his soother!”
Tears were streaming down his face. “Oh poor baba is upset about something”, a girl teased. “Why don’t you su-k on your soother baba.”
Pauline and Lucinda pushed him slowly down the street allowing everyone to get a good view. They soon reached the main road with heavy traffic passing in both directions. There were dozens of startled people on the footpaths.
Jake could not believe that he was being propelled down the main street in a baby buggy wearing a pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly panties and pink tights with everyone staring at his obvious nappy and laughing at the way he was su-king on his soother and hugging his dolly.
The girls brought him to a diner. Pauline held the door open while Lucinda manoeuvred the push-chair in the door. “Hi everyone!” Four of their friends were seated in the last booth. They jumped out and rushed over to get a closer look. “Is that Jake?!” “Why is he dressed like a baby girl?” “Is he actually wearing a nappy?” “Isn’t he adorable!” “I love his pink tights and those frilly panties.” “Bring him over here beside our booth.”
Lucinda positioned the push-chair against the back wall and put on the brake. The entire diner looked on at the extraordinary sight. The girls ordered drinks and started to explain to their friends why Jake was in nappies. “And he has to use his nappies?” “Until he’s eighteen? Are you serious?” “Serves him right. He won’t do it again.”
Eventually their conversation went on to other things but the girls couldn’t take their eyes off him. Later on, Pauline glanced at the clock. “Oh it’s time for his bottle”, she announced. The girls all tittered and watched eagerly. Pauline reached into a bag stored behind Jake and pulled out a bottle with milk in it.
She called a waitress. “Could you heat this up for him please?” The waitress was only too eager to oblige. After a few minutes she returned and Pauline proceeded to bottle-feed Jake. He obediently started to su-k on his bottle and the girls all laughed. They insisted on taking it in turns to feed him.
Lucinda tipped up the bottle to make sure he got every last drop. “And we mustn’t forget your di-di”, she said as she slipped his soother back in.
Shortly afterwards Jake realised that he was about to do a number 2. “Mmmfffppp.” “What’s wrong baba?” Pauline asked. “Is you nappy wet?” Jake winced. “No? What’s up then?”
Poo exploded into his nappy. “Ew!” Pauline jumped up. “I think we’d better get him home.” Everyone in the diner winced as he was pushed past them.
He was actually relieved to be tucked up in his cot that night. He was now safe from all the teasing and taunting. The thick nappy spreading his legs apart was a constant reminder of his new status though.
He stared out through the bars of his cot. His baby dresses looked back at him. Those were all he had to wear now. This time alone allowed him to think about the future. It looked quite bleak.
There seemed little doubt that he was going to spend the next three years being treated just like a baby girl. He had no boy’s clothes, no proper underwear, just his nappies and drawers full of tights and frillies. He couldn’t control his toilet so he had no choice but to accept being in nappies. They clearly were giving him something in his food to make him lose control but he couldn’t feed himself so he had no choice but to let them spoon-feed and bottle-feed him whatever they wanted.
Tears started to flow. He suc-ked on his soother. He clutched his teddy tighter. He started blubbering. Pauline passed the door and heard. She came in and looked into the cot. Her brother’s face was wet with tears. He suc-ked on his soother and whimpered pointless pleas.
“Now there’s no point in getting upset”, she said leaning on the side bars. “This is the way it’s going to be. You just have to accept that.” He cried harder. “You’re just a helpless sissy baby who needs his nappies and that’s the way you’re going to stay until you’re eighteen. So you’d be better off just dealing with it.” She turned and walked out leaving the sobbing boy behind her.
The next day proceeded with everyone acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world. His mother let him out of his cot and changed his nappy. His sister spoon-fed him his rusks in his high chair as he clutched a dolly. He spent the morning in his play-pen. He was fed a bottle every four hours and was spoon-fed his lunch and put down for a nap.
He was awoken with a little shake from his mother. “Wakey, wakey, babykins.” He heard a tittering. “Look who’s here to see you sleepy-eye.” Jake rolled onto his back and tried to open his eyes. His mother leant on the side bars and he could see that there was someone at the end of the bed.
He rubbed his eyes with his mittens. “Hiya!” It was Cynthia. His new girlfriend. He had finally gotten to go out with her the last two weeks and was hopeful that it was going to come to something. He had almost forgotten about her in his predicament. Cynthia was nearly two years older than him and all the guys were after her. She was always particularly friendly to him but took some persuading to go out with him.
Jake hoped that she of all people would sympathise and protest at their keeping him like this. “Mmmmppppfff!” He climbed up on his knees and looked up at her desperately. She smiled back at him. She looked down at his nappy and sniggered. “Isn’t he adorable?” she commented. This wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. He shook the bars, making it very clear that he was held there against his will. “MMMMnnnnngggg!”
But Cynthia just smiled at him. His mother looked down. “Did you wet yourself during your nap?” Jake looked down to check. He hadn’t even noticed that his nappy was sodden. He winced. This kind of undermined his case. “Let me get you changed”, his mother said lowering the side bars. “How often does he need changing?” Cynthia asked.
“Four-five times a day”, his mother told her. Jake looked mortified. “Aw, you can’t help it can you?” Cynthia tried to consol him. There was little chance of her demanding his release if she thought that he needed to be in nappies.
His mother brought him to his changing table. Cynthia examined the powders and creams. She laid her hand on the tall pile of thick nappies. As Jake lay back and raised his bottom his mother said “why don’t you pick out his outfit?” “Great! Can I?” Cynthia asked enthusiastically. Jake winced.
Cynthia opened his wardrobe. “Oh my Gawd!” Jake looked over hopefully. Maybe she hadn’t realised that they were making him wear baby dresses and humiliating frilly panties. She definitely wouldn’t want to see her boyfriend like that.
“They’re so pretty!” Jake froze. “Can I put him in this yellow smock?” Jake flopped back on the changing table. “Of course dear, whatever you like.” Cynthia examined his other baby dresses. “I love this pinafore”, she said settling on the yellow smock. She ran her fingers through the attached petticoats.
“His other things are in the drawers there”, his mother told her. She practically ran over in enthusiasm. She pulled out a drawer. “Oh such pretty panties.” “There should be a matching pair”, his mother told her. She rummaged around holding each pair up to see properly and to study the rows of frills. She found the yellow panties.
She walked over to the changing table holding up the yellow smock and with her other hand holding the frilly panties. She looked down at Jake, clearly trying to visualise him in it.
His mother pinned his clean nappy on him, pulled up his plastic panties and proceeded to put his yellow smock on him. Cynthia had returned to the drawers. As Jake’s head emerged through the smock Cynthia was striding towards him. “Can I put him in these yellow tights?” Jake winced at the sight of her enthusiastically holding up the pair of tights right in front of him. “Absolutely”, his mother said.
Cynthia went to put the tights on him herself. Jake wanted to cry. He was never going to have a proper relationship with this girl now that she was so delightedly dressing him like a baby girl.
He lifted his bottom to let her pull the tights up over his nappy. Then she pulled the frilly panties up. His mother tied booties on his feet. “His matching bonnet should be in the bottom drawer.” Cynthia practically skipped over to it.
She came back and placed the bonnet on his head. She smiled sweetly right into his face as she tied the ribbon in a bow under his head, tugging slightly on one side to even it up carefully.
Then she stood back to admire him. Jake frowned and jumped down off the changing table. He waddled across the room. “Oh his baby dress is so short!” Cynthia noticed. “His frilly panties look so sweet.” “It’s time for his bottle”, his mother told her, “would you like to oblige.”
Naturally Cynthia was delighted to. He was strapped into his high-chair. His mother took care to show her how the straps and catches work to hold him in safely. Cynthia pushed the t-t of the bottle into his mouth and he started su-king. She tittered.
“Would you mind watching him while I run down to the shops?” his mother asked. “Sure!” His mother fetched her bag and left.
Jake looked up at Cynthia as he suc-ked on his bottle. Was this his chance? If he begged her to help free him, would she? She held his bottle firmly to his mouth so he had no choice but to continue su-king.
She let him breathe every now and then and he considered talking to her but she reinserted the t-t before he plucked up enough courage. He finally finished the bottle and she removed it. “Cynmmmggghhh” he said as she quickly inserted his soother.
He spat it out. “Cynthia please help me!” She looked almost surprised. “Please let me out of this high-chair”, he kicked his yellow legs in frustration. “They’re punishing me for supposedly shop-lifting a CD player but it was a plant!” Cynthia looked at him dubiously. “It was! Honestly.”
“But you need to be in nappies”, she reminded him. “You wet yourself during your nap.” He winced at the reminder. “But…” He sighed, she was right. “I’m not taking you away from here and changing your nappies all day. Where would you go?” Jake thought about it. “Bring me to the social services”, he begged, “they wouldn’t allow them to treat me like this.”
“Ah no, I’m not going against your mother like that”, Cynthia said firmly. He looked crestfallen. “But mmmfffgggg!” She reinserted his soother. “You just have to take your punishment.” “MMMGGGGHHHH!” “Now stop it. If your mother comes back and sees you talking, I’ll be in trouble.” Jake sighed heavily.
She let him out of the high-chair but brought him to his play-pen. He sat down in the middle and she carefully locked the catch. She wanted to see him play with all his rattles and dolls. This was not how he envisaged his third date.
A week passed that felt more like a year. He was so bored spending most of his time in the play-pen with nothing but rattles, dolls and clunky baby toys to play with. Any books that he had were big cardboard-paged story books with one sentence on each page. He almost looked forward to his regular bottles and feedings.
Cynthia called regularly and although he was acutely embarrassed she was a very nice girl and treated him well. She always brought a lollipop for him. His sister Pauline and her friend spent an hour or so with him every day, usually teasing him and making him act as babyish as possible but even that was a diversion from the boredom.
One day Mrs. Lombard suggested to his mother that they visit another “big baby” that she knew in the next town. They arrived at a normal enough looking house. They were shown into the nursery which was expensively and thoroughly kitted out with elaborately decorated play-pen, cot and high-chair. There was nursery print wallpaper and pink lacy curtains and the room smelt of scented talc-um powder.
Sitting the in play-pen was a very grumpy looking big baby. Jake supposed it was a boy but you could never tell if you didn’t know. Long ringlets dangled beneath the lace trim of his bonnet. He sat in the middle of voluminous petticoats that ballooned around him.
“This is Kevin”, Mrs. Lombard explained. “He’s been back in nappies a year now. Isn’t that right?” Kevin glared at her and nodded. Jake felt sick. Any hopes he retained that they couldn’t keep him in nappies for years were evaporating rapidly.
He noticed that Kevin was kept in a harness that was tied to the bars of the play-pen. Obviously even after a year, he could not be trusted to stay in his pen. His mother told him to play with his doll. He folded his arms defiantly. “Now, now. Don’t be bold in front of our visitors.”
Kevin didn’t budge. “Right, you know what bold babies get.” His mother walked out of the room. Jake noticed the worried look on Kevin’s face. His mother returned with a large baby bottle of prune juice. Kevin whimpered. His mother removed his soother and pushed the t-t into his mouth. He pulled back but she held the back of his head and pressed the t-t into his mouth until he started su-king.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as Kevin continued to su-k. “I don’t know what we’re going to do”, his mother sighed. “He just won’t accept that he’s a sissy baby. He keeps resisting, which just brings more misery on himself.”
Mrs. Lombard told them that there was another big baby near by. Jake’s mother was surprised. “Yes there are more than you’d think.”
Once again they were shown into a completely kitted out nursery. The curtains were drawn and lullabies played on a tape machine. Roger’s mother hushed them and they crept over to the cot. Jake looked in. Roger was su-king rhythmically on his soother. A cabbage patch doll was clutched tightly to his chest.
His mother reached over the side-bars and stroked his cheek. “Wake up sleepy head”, she said sweetly. Roger blinked several times, sat up and rubbed his eyes with his mittened hands. He saw the visitors. He was initially embarrassed. “My little darling has visitors”, his mother said brightly. Roger smiled shyly.
“How is our nappy?” his mother asked. He looked down ashamedly. Jake noticed that he was wearing an exceptionally thick cloth nappy. “Just a couple of wettings is it?” his mother asked. He nodded. “You’ll be fine for another while then.”
She lowered the side bars and let him out. She opened the wardrobe. “Which pretty dress does my sweetie want to wear?” She pointed to a few relatively plain dresses and Roger shook his head each time. When she pointed to the most heavily flared baby pink dress he smiled and nodded.
“You want to wear your prettiest dress for our visitors do you?” Roger nodded again and held the smile. She pulled the dress over his head and zipped him up. “Do you want to wear tights honey?” Jake couldn’t believe that he nodded enthusiastically. His mother pulled thick white tights up over his nappy. Then she pulled up the matching bloomers.
Once she tied his bonnet under his chin, she took his hand and helped him to waddle over to the play-pen. The moment he sat down he picked up a large doll and tucked it under his arm as if he had been dying to play with it.
Jake was probably more disturbed by the boy who seemed to happily accept being treated like a sissy baby than the boy who was still resisting after a year. But Roger was presented with a lollipop and he looked quite delighted when he removed the soother and replaced it with his lollipop. Jake thought maybe things would be easier if he just accepted his fate and acted the perfect sissy baby.
The women went into the kitchen to make coffee. The two boys looked at each other. Roger’s smile disappeared. He gave Jake a desperately pleading look. He got up on his knees and looked down distastefully at his pink baby dress. He shook the bars of his cot. So the cute happy baby act was just that, an act. This boy was really just as frustrated as the other one.
They could hear the conversation from the kitchen. “Roger’s hair is nearly long enough now to put in ringlets. I know he can’t wait” his mother said. Roger gave Jake another desperate look.
They heard footsteps coming. Roger sat back down in the pen, took his doll again and smiled up sweetly.