His mother could now take Brian to his nursery in the pushchair which was quicker than his slow waddle. One morning when she arrived, Mrs Foley told her that they had a gas leak and had to close for the day to get it fixed. She had agreed with other nearby nurseries to look after her customers. “Would you please go to the Playtime Nursery? They eh … know the situation”, she assured his mother, nodding at Brian in his lilac baby dress.
Brian whimpered and struggled against his straps as he was wheeled towards the nursery. He knew that it was opposite his school. But he was well strapped in and his mother was eager to get away to work. As they turned the corner he saw hundreds of children around the gates to the school. There was nothing he could do as he was propelled towards them except suc-k on his soother and hug his dolly. The dolly! No!
Children quickly lined Brian’s path to the gate. “I can’t believe he’s supposed to be a twelve-year-old boy! What a cissy baby!” The crowd of school children around Brian grew so great that his mother had to stop. “Where did you get that big baby dress!” a girl asked. “I made it!” his mother replied. “Really? You made it specially for him and added all those frills and made him a bonnet and frilly nappy cover?” His mother smiled at what she took for praise and adjusted Brian’s bonnet. All of the children gathered around laughed.
Brian could do nothing except sit there in the centre of them strapped into his pushchair in his lilac baby dress, petticoats strapped up to his chest to reveal his frilly nappy cover, suc-king on his soother and clutching his dolly. He wet himself heavily and looked down shamefully at his nappy.
“Oh no! I’ve only just changed your nappy!” his mother protested. “He’s wetting himself right in front of us!” a girl announced. The laughing children all jostled for a view of Brian’s face as he continued to fill his nappy. Eventually his mother pushed through as she remembered she was going to be late for work.
As Brian was pushed towards the door of the new nursery he braced himself. A whole new set of children and childcare staff were going to be introduced to him. A whole day of explanations to mothers as to why this twelve-year-old boy was in a nursery for one-year-old babies, dressed in a lilac baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover over a thick cotton nappy and lilac tights.
And he was announced immediately as having already wet his nappy and needing a change. The ladies were only too eager to volunteer to change his nappy. They had heard about his chastity device and were eager to see it and touch it and to test if it really kept him from experiencing any arousal when teased.
As he waddled away to have his nappy changed his Mum said “have a fun day!” Brian glared at her and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Oh we will!” the ladies chorused.
Brian and his mother eventually settled into a routine. He attended his nursery every weekday. The local girls had an efficient rota to take turns baby-sitting him. He had his regular routine of bottles and feeds, spent his twelve hours of daytime in his play-pen or high-chair and his twelve hours at night confined to his cot. He was wetting and soiling his nappy with clockwork regularity. He was dressed every morning in his pink, lilac or yellow baby dress. He had a second pink footed sleeper.
Much as he hated having to act like a little helpless baby, he came to realise that he was treated better if he played along and acted like a happy sissy baby. His mother and everyone else just loved seeing him in his pretty baby dresses. He got nicer food and everyone smiled at him and played with him. If he acted in any way sullen or unhappy – which of course is what he actually felt – then he would find pureed spinach and cabbage for lunch and he might be left in a soiled nappy for longer.
He got special treats if he acted the happy baby for visitors. They loved it if he sat prettily in his play-pen, his petticoats neatly arranged around him, shaking a rattle and looking up angelically through the lace of his bonnet, suc-king eagerly on his soother. If he crawled around wiggling his frilly bottom in full view he was guaranteed chocolate ice cream for dessert. So that is exactly what he did.
The worst part was when they were about to go. “He looks so happy in his pretty baby dress, playing with his toys!” Brian cringed inwardly at the idea that anyone would think he liked being kept as a sissy baby but had to hold up the act and smile. He didn’t want to jeopardise his chocolate ice-cream at the final stage.
It was only when he was approaching the first year anniversary of being put back in nappies that Brian’s routine began to be disturbed. What was going to happen? Was his mother going to toilet train him again? He wet and soiled himself without thinking much about it now. She did make some attempts at encouraging him to regain control. She told him that if he was dry in the morning he would get a treat but he inevitably woke already wet.
So when the morning of the new school year came along she came into his nursery bearing a school uniform. Brian looked up hopefully. He was never so glad to see those grey trousers and green sweater. “These trousers should be large enough to go over your nappy if you want to go back to school today”, she told him. Brian cringed. He desperately wanted to wear trousers again but if it was obvious to everyone that he was wearing a thick nappy under them, there would be no point.
He recalled the crowd of school children gathered around his push chair laughing at him in his baby dress wetting his nappy. There was no way he could face them again and certainly not day in day out at school. How could he do without his soother which had been a source of comfort to him for the last year?
His mother held the trousers up. “So do you want to go back to school?” Brian’s shoulders sagged. He shook his head, looked down disappointedly and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Ok then”, his mother accepted and went to get his pink baby dress. She was clearly happy with his choice as she pulled his pink tights up over his nappy and patted his bottom playfully. Brian sighed as he saw her throw his trousers and sweater into a plastic bag.
They arrived at the nursery. “So Baby Cissy is still with us!” Mrs Foley declared. “Yes I think I can sign him in for another year!” Brian sniffled and whimpered through his soother. “Excellent!” Angie came smiling towards him. “Oh does Cissy need changing already?!”
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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