Chapter 5
The washing machine had finished and Chris helped Victoria carry the nappies out of the utility room into the garden. He stood there holding the laundry basket as she pinned the nappies out in a long line down the garden. One after another the nappies were pinned in tandem until there were 24 gleaming white nappies fluttering in the sunshine. Chris looked to his left and then to his right hoping that neither of Victoria’s neighbours would come out to see the humiliating sight. The dozen booster pads completely filled up the remaining space on the line and Chris was almost hoping that the line would snap so they could dry them in her tumble dryer.
Luck was not on his side and a pretty young woman came out with her washing basket and started to hand out her own washing. She spotted her neighbour “Hello Vicky! How are you? What is all this? Are those nappies you are drying?” she asked
“Hello Anne” she replied happy to see her friend “yes this is John’s boy who has come to live with us. John is doing a world for the next few months so Chrissy has moved in to keep me company. Unfortunately, Chrissy has been a bit traumatised by the breakup of his Mum and Dad and has developed a bit of a problem so we are taking some sensible precautions.”
Anne started to hang up her own nappies and it was quite clear that his nappies were a great deal larger. “That explains the larger size” she laughed “but he is a bit too old to have a dummy isn’t he?” she whispered “and does he really have to wear a bib?”. She pinned up a few more nappies then started to shake out some plastic pants and open them out so the air could dry the insides.
“Well, it is a bit odd I must admit, but I have never had children so I am quite new at all this” she said back quietly “his mother left very clear instructions on what I had to do” she added. “I had some disturbed children on the cruise ships in my time and they wore nappies at night and some during the day as well but never had one use a dummy during the day although they did have a bib at meal times”.
Chris was mortified, he was so mixed up at the turn of events that he had not bothered to spit out his soother. The whole day was unfolding like a bad dream and half of him hoped that it was a nightmare and not real time. Now he was so embarrassed that he could feel a dreadful urge to go to the toilet and his bladder began to scream for relief.
Anne started to hang out the bibs of her baby, Chris thought she must have a girl because all the trims were pink then he looked down at his own bib and realised that his logic might be flawed since his own protection was trimmed in pink.
“Mummy!” he said with more than a little hint of desperation “I need to go to the toilet”
Anne looked surprised at his somewhat childish title for her. She thought about making a comment then decided that it was better not to. Her friend clearly had quite a disturbed new son to look after and needed her support. Her daughter was a demanding toddler and slow to potty train but she knew a potential leak when she saw one. “You should show Chrissy the toilet Vicky, I think he is in need! I’ll catch up later.” She gave a cheery wave and went back indoors.
Victoria flapped her arms to shoo Chris inside, then rushed upstairs to recover his potty. Chris stood at the bottom of the stairs looking bewildered, he had no idea where the toilets were in the house and now he was in crisis. A small spurt of pee escaped him and dampened his training pants, Vicky appeared at the top of the stairs brandishing the new potty.
“Well come on then slowcoach” she encouraged him as Chris let another involuntary spurt of wee into his new toddler pants. He wet them enough for him to see a circle of darkened fabric appear at the front. He rushed up stairs and Vicky put the potty on the flor for him. He dithered about wondering how he could stand up and hit the pot with his training pants around his ankles. “You will have to sit on your potty silly boy” laughed Victoria kindly.
Chris sat down and was amazed at how well he fit the potty, with the big splash guard at the front directing his flow. Victoria pulled the pants off his feet and could not help but notice that the infantile protection had served its purpose and successfully caught his accident which was reflected in the yellow stain that had spread across the towelling panel inside.
She came back with some toilet tissue and told him to stand up carefully and then dry himself properly. She threw the tissue in the potty and went to empty it taking the wet pants with her. Chris stood nervously with his hands in front of his privates while he tried to preserve his modesty. Victoria made a note that she would have to either buy a nappy bucket or donate one of her kitchen buckets to the task. She decided she would buy one because it would need a lid.
On her way back, she went into Chris’s bedroom and took another pair of training pants from the pile. “Jump into these Chrissy” she said “and it is no good saying you do not need them because you almost soaked your last pair you little scallywag”. She took hold of the ring on his dummy and gave it a small wiggle.
Chris was unable to say anything and continued to suc-k on his dummy.
The afternoon continued with the unpacking of the second large case which contained his clothes. Victoria unzipped the case and gasped when the lid was swung back. A confection of pink spilled out from the release of the lid, and the first dress was a pink gingham creation with tiny puff sleeves, a high waist line and lace around the collar, arms and skirt. It was a baby dress made in his size. It came with plastic lined panties in the same pink gingham and covered in more of the lace. Underneath this horrendous garment was another of similar design but this time in a primrose yellow.
There were onesies in all shades of pink and cream, footed sleepers, another baby dress in red checks and matching panties. There were girly t-shirts and stretch terry cloth shorts again in pastel colours. There was a school blazer with grey shorts, long socks, a cap and a pair of brown Clark’s Startrite sandals. The more Victoria unpacked, the more Chris realised that none of his regular clothes had made it to the case.
The best he could hope for was simple t-shirts some with collars, some without, track bottoms made without a fly and of stretchy soft fabric. There were two pairs of dungarees that buttoned up at the side with pockets on the slew with childish cartoon characters sewn on the front. The worst part of their construction was the presence of snap fasteners along the crutch to facilitate a fast change.
All the socks were ankle length and trimmed with a lacy ruffle around the tops. The shoes were made of patent leather and had a strap that ran across the top of the foot.
“Oh Chrissy!” giggled Victoria “your mummy has really done you proud darling”.
Chris spat out the dummy which he had been suc-king for more than an hour. He tugged at the bib in an attempt to remove it and turned the neatly tied bow in to a knot. “This is NOT my stuff Mummy. I have never seen let alone worn any of these things ever before”. He picked up the pink baby dress. “Look this is brand new, it has never been worn and it still has the price tag on it”. Together they looked at the price tag and both blanched at the cost, it had cost a fortune, likewise the yellow outfit. He went to pick up his trousers but Victoria took them away from him.
“Try on the t-shirt and shorts Chrissy” she said holding open a pair of yellow shorts. He looked cross but complied with her request. She pulled them up his legs and settled them over his puffy training pants. She took off his t-shirt which was quite damp from his dummy suc-king and replaced it with on of the new ones from the case. It was very soft and fit him perfectly just resting on the waistband of the shorts, allowing a little part of the terry pants to peak out between. She pointed to the small duckling embroidered on his chest. “That is so cute” she exclaimed.
He looked at himself in the full-length mirror that was in his room. He looked like a toddler with his little shorts barely covering his nappy pants and the t-shirt and its babyish character barely reaching the top of his shorts. As he was trying to absorb the disturbing image, Victoria was working at the knot he had made in the ties to his bib and eventually untied it.
“Thank you” he said glad to be relieved of the damp terry cloth that has been around his neck and chin. “No, please, no please Mummy, no, not another bib, I don’t want to wear a bib. Please. Please” he pleaded in vain as Victoria had found a yellow bib with an almost identical little duck motif and was tying it around his neck. In a trice she had opened up the bag of dummies and found a yellow one which she plopped in his mouth.
“No” he spluttered “don’t want a dummy, please!” but the words came out almost totally garbled and he sounded just like the perfect toddler standing before him in the mirror and like all young people he started to cry.
“You are a cry baby aren’t you Chrissy?” said Victoria who was beginning to be fed up with the weak-willed boy who stood before her grizzling. “Look, these are the best clothes you have, well at least the least childish, so man up a bit sweetheart and pull yourself together”. She gave him a hug and started to put his things away in the draws and cupboards.
Chris unpacked his small case and put away his things in a small chest of drawers on the other side of his bedroom. He watched as Victoria pulled back his bed linens and fitted the rubber sheet over the mattress. “I know this is not necessary” she told him “and if you have a couple of weeks without wetting your bed then it can be taken off. Is that okay?”
He nodded his head as he continued to unpack his bag. His mother has slipped another dummy in to another pocket and to his dismay he found nappy pins with pink safety covers and a reel of nappy liners. Victoria looked over and relieved him of his discoveries.
Victoria went downstairs as Chris was setting up the charger for his iPad, she returned later with a huge pile of soft fluffy nappies which she stacked on top of the long, fitted dresser. She then started to make a stack of his plain plastic pants which she left next to the nappies while she stored the fancy pants in the drawers. Booster pads were left next to the nappies.
Eventually everything was in place and Victoria completed the perfect nursery by bringing up the bucket with his soiled training pants in soak. “I will need to get some Napisan” she told him “but in the meantime I have put your training panties in soak with some detergent and Dettol”.
Chris stood in silence wondering what on earth he could possible do to extricate himself from this awful mess.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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