A couple of days later Mrs Timmons brought over Todd’s new outfit. It just seemed to get even bigger as it was pulled from the confines of the bag. It was big and pink gingham. There were clearly many layers of tightly curled petticoats underneath.
Todd was past resistance at this stage, knowing that it made no difference, and obediently raised his arms so his mother could pull the dress down over him and button it up. The dress flared from the shoulders and his arms were propped out by the layers of petticoats. The short sleeves were heavily puffed so the lace on them tickled his ears. His mother fluffed out the petticoats by reaching under them and pushing upwards. The hem of his dress was gathered in several places to expose the top petticoat and a pink bow was sown into each spot.
“Nnnggghh!” Todd realized looking in the mirror that she had clearly made a mistake in the measurements! The dress was too short and left a couple of inches of his nappy exposed. He tried to push his petticoats down to indicate this to the ladies looking on. His mother gave him a puzzled look at first and then understood. She smiled. Mrs Timmons reached into the bag and pulled out the matching nappy cover. It was like a pair of bloomers with six rows of frills across the back and front and lace around the leg openings. His mother made him step into them and pulled them up over his nappy. The lowest three rows of lace could be seen below his petticoats as well as the lace trim on his legs.
His mother stood back. “It’s just perfect!” she announced. Todd frowned. How could she say that? It was clearly too short! Mrs Brown smiled. “I got it just right, didn’t I?” Todd realized then that the shortness of the dress was not a mistake. It had been made deliberately short so that everyone could see his matching bloomers padded out nicely by the bulk of his obvious nappy.
His matching bonnet was equally eye-catching. His mother placed it on his head and drew the ribbons in to tie it under his chin. As she did so the three inch brim gathered in, reducing his forward vision. He was looking out through a lace trimmed funnel. Again the ladies all seemed pleased with this as he turned his head to see each one in turn through his narrow field of view.
“And for his trips outside”, he heard Mrs Timmons announce. She was behind him. He had to turn right around to see what she had. She was holding up a large pair of baby pink tights. “Nnnnggghh!” “Oh how adorable!”
The next day his mother needed Debbie’s help to get him into the tights. “Nnngghhh!” “Now darling you need to wear these to keep you nice and cozy outside. Debbie grabbed one ankle and his mother the other and forced them close enough to get the tights hooked over his feet. Once they had pulled them a little way up his legs his continued wriggling was pointless. He was going to wear the tights for his trip to the café and supermarket. His mother pulled his bloomers up over his tights, Debbie strapped him into his harness and handed his mother the rein. “See you later!”
On arrival in the café Todd was relieved to see it was quieter than before. The waiter was all excited. “Ah Madam. We have made a special chair for your little one.” He carried a specially adapted breakfast bar chair. They had added a tray. Todd winced. That was bad enough but the waiter placed it at the window table. Now Todd wished the café had been busier!
He was lifted up into the high chair and the tray was reattached in front of him. “I’ll heat up baby’s bottle”, the waiter offered helpfully. Todd was actually grateful now for the restricted view of his bonnet which helped him hide from the obvious looks of amusement from people inside the café and outside on the street.
“Oh here dear! You don’t need to wear that inside”, his mother noticed. Todd whimpered as she removed his bonnet. He could now see three people staring in the window and laughing at his poufy dress and pink tights. She reached into the bag and produced his other pink bonnet. He pouted as she tied it under his chin. The onlookers could now see his face clearly framed with pretty rows of lace.
When he suc-ked on his bottle it drew great merriment from outside so he was slow to drink it. “We can’t go until you finish your bottle”, his mother told him. Todd cringed as he resumed suc-king on the teat.
At the supermarket they were met by the manager. “Ah madam!” Todd froze. “We have prepared a special trolley for you!” A lady assistant wheeled out a trolley with an extra large baby seat. Todd whimpered but he was lifted up and his mother steered his pink legs into the openings in front of the seat.
“You see we have added weights to the front to keep it balanced.” “Thank you so much!” his mother acknowledged. She tied his reins to the back of his seat to make him fully secure.
The seat was just about wide enough for him but not for his poufy dress which billowed up around him. He tried to push it down with his elbows. His mother stood back and smiled. Almost all of his frilly bloomers could now be seen beneath not to mention his dangling pink legs and their booties.
Todd continued to whimper as he was unhappy being pushed backwards and having to look right into the grinning face of his mother. But there was nothing he could do but sit there and be propelled wherever she wanted to go.
Once again in the middle of the store she remembered “Oh the cheese!” His mother went off back in search of the correct aisle. Todd whimpered in protest at being left alone. He wriggled in his seat but was held firmly in. His discomfort was magnified by the effects of finishing the whole baby bottle of milk. He squirmed uncomfortably.
After a minute three teenage girls entered the aisle. One saw him first and tugged at the others open-mouthed. Once they got over the initial shock they approached what they could clearly see was a teenager in the frilliest complete baby outfit they had ever seen. Todd could see their eyes follow his pink legs down to his booties. Then they noticed the bulge of his nappy and gasped. “Oh has baby lost her mummy?” Todd tried to look as bashfully girlish as he could. He suc-ked on his soother nervously and they all giggled.
Just then his mother returned. “Oh have you made new friends?” The girls stood back. They were unsure what to say. “What a pretty dress!” seemed to be appropriate. “Is that a cloth nappy?” one of them asked tentatively. “Yes indeed! The best sort!” “What age is she?” another asked and they all looked at each other expectantly. “HE … is fourteen.”
They were astonished. Todd winced and suc-ked hard on his soother. “What is baby’s name?” “Todd.” “And why does Baby Todd need to wear a nappy?” “To do his business in, naturally!” The girls were further astonished. “Baby Todd USES his nappy?” They persisted. “For number 1s?” “Yes, and number 2s”, his mother added. “Oh my gawd!”
“Can Baby Todd talk?” “He prefers his soother”, his mother lied. The girls all giggled as Baby Todd made no effort to deny this but continued suc-king. “Would you like to accompany us?” The girls were only too happy. One pushed, grinning into Todd’s face and the other two placed a hand either side at the front of the trolley to steer.
They were rather giddy, having this teenage boy in a pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly bloomers pink tights, suc-king on a soother and wearing a real nappy. They swung the trolley around more than they needed to. Todd cringed as the pressure on his bladder grew. This was not helping. “Ah the medical aisle!” his mother announced. “We really should get some nappy rash cream.” Todd cringed again. “Oh has poor Baby Todd got nappy rash?” “No, not yet but it’s always more likely with cloth nappies.”
The girls eagerly joined the hunt for nappy rash cream. “Here!” one of the girls called out and she placed it in the trolley. It was soon full. In the last aisle his mother handed him a large box of rusks. “Here you’ll have to carry these for yourself.”
So Todd was pushed into the checkout line surrounded by his entourage. The lady in front had seen him before and smiled as she took his box of rusks. “Has baby got his breakfast then?” Todd nodded and they all giggled.
He was pleased to see that they got a very speedy cashier as he was desperate to get out of there and home before he wet his nappy. But when she got to the nappy rash cream she halted. “Oh has baby got nappy rash?” His mother repeated that it was a precautionary purchase. The lady started talking about nappy rash problems she had encountered with her babies. The cashier next door joined in and soon several women were offering opinions and asking how often Todd wet and soiled his nappy. Meanwhile Todd was thinking it’s going to be once more soon enough.
Eventually he was pushed through and out the door. His mother pushed the trolley towards the car to make unloading easier. Todd was pushed past several queued cars with drivers and passengers staring open-mouthed at the big baby in the pink dress, bonnet and pink tights squeezed into the seat of the trolley.
Todd waited as patiently as he could while the car was loaded given his now painful predicament. “We’ll bring the trolley back”, the girls insisted. They pushed the now much lighter trolley even faster. “Nnnggghhh!” Todd squirmed. They ran over a metal ramp in the car park. The trolley shuddered as it rolled over it. “NNNNGGGHHH!” Todd’s pee flooded into his nappy following the sudden bump.
The girls stopped, seeing him crying. His mother came over. She recognized the squirming signs. “Oh dear. I think Baby has wet his nappy.” The girls were clearly delighted at this turn of events. Todd kicked his pink legs in frustration. That just made them laugh more.
His mother went back to the car and took out the changing bag. She clicked on the car alarm and walked towards him. She put the bag in the trolley. “Don’t worry sweetie. There’s a baby changing room in the supermarket.” Tod d continued crying and kicking his pink legs in protest as he was wheeled back to the supermarket. He suc-ked hard on his soother.
His crying only attracted more attention as he was wheeled back past the check outs. All the ladies looked on with great concern. “He’s just had a little accident”, his mother reassured them. They looked at the changing bag and smiled and nodded sympathetically.
“The baby changing room is over there”, one of the ladies called out, causing more heads to turn and watch Todd in his poufy pink baby dress, frilly bloomers, lace-trimmed bonnet and baby pink tights being pushed in the baby seat of the trolley towards the baby changing room, kicking his pink legs and bawling in a full blown tantrum.
The trolley wouldn’t go into the changing room so the girls had to help him out of the baby seat and he stood there sobbing in an obviously sagging nappy as his mother reached for the changing bag.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Revenge is best served warm (Read 53963 times)
