The Innocent

[Plateguy]

 Hi Sandra, thanks so much for the clarification on the ages.  This is a delightful story and can’t wait to see what other adventures Paul has in his baby attire.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Good story love it.  I hope they can find a cot for the  sissy baby.  Why not also invite the lady from the chemist over as well?  Add more humiliation

[Sandra B]

Chapter17.  Good Neighbours

Preparations for supper were temporarily abandoned.  Changing baby seemed a much more urgent, not to say interesting, occupation.  Everyone rushed upstairs to confirm their suspicions.  They stood at the end of the bed while Imelda went to investigate.  Paul had one arm across his face, and lay silently on his side.  Imelda gently lifted up his smock dress.
“Leave me alone!” he complained.  But it was no use.
“Don’t fuss, baby.  I think you may have a wet nappy.  I’m just checking.”
She looked at the others and gave a satisfied nod.
“Soaked!”
“The younger girls jumped up and down with excitement. 
“Where shall we change her?” asked Tabitha.  “Do you have a changing mat?”
“Unfortunately not,” replied Imelda.
“It’s a lovely evening, Mel.  Let’s take her into the garden and do it on the grass,” suggested Emilia.
“Yes!” cried Marcia.
“Good idea, Em,” said Imelda, unlocking the chain from the bed rail, and taking off Paul’s shoes, which he was still wearing, “come on, little one.  We’re going to get you all cleaned up.  Marcia, could you bring all the changing stuff from my room, please?  Tabby?  Maybe you’d like to take charge of him?”
Tabby willingly took hold of Paul’s chain, and led him out of the bedroom and down the stairs.  He seemed completely subdued, and at first offered no resistance. But as they emerged into the back garden, he tried to pull back 
“Don’t want to go outside!” he whined.
Imelda settled the matter by giving him a little smack on the back of his leg, and he shot forward.  He still pulled against his chain, however.
“I have an idea,” said Imelda, “bring her over here.”
In the middle of the lawn there was a clothes dryer on a big steel pole.  Imelda took the chain from Tabitha, pulled him down onto the grass, and fastened it around the base of the pole.
“There.  Now she won’t be able to get away.  Now, how shall be do this?  Who has experience with changing babies?”
“I used to watch my aunt when she was changing Autumn,” said Emilia, though I was very young.  Let me see…”
She went to slide down Paul’s pull-up, but he responded by gripping the dryer pole and delivering a whirlwind of kicks.
“Ouch!” cried Emilia, holding her arm, “her little feet are hard!  That hurt!”
They were considering their next move, when they heard a voice from the other side of the fence.
“Mummy!  Come here!  They’re trying to change the baby!”
Imelda stood up. 
“Rosie?  Is that you?”
She went over to the fence and looked over the row of shrubs on the other side.
“Hello, darling?  How are you?  I haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Hi Mel.  I’m fine.  We saw that…that baby earlier on.  He…she’s very big.”
“She’s big physically, Rosie.  But she’s really very little in other ways.  She had a lot of milk earlier, and now it’s all come out.”
Rosie’s mother emerged from the house.
“Hi Mel.  I see you and your friends are doing a bit of baby-sitting.  Pauline, I think one of them said.  What’s going on, then?”
“Yes, Mrs Spicer.  Pauline, that’s right.  She’s really just a little girl, though sometimes she doesn’t realise it, if you know what I mean.  So we thought we’d start her off at the baby stage, so she can grow up naturally.  Only now she’s soaked her nappy and won’t allow us to touch her.  She’s a bit naughty, to be honest.”
“Oh, babies aren't really naughty, Mel.  They just don’t always know what’s good for them.  Do you need some help?  I’m quite used to it.  My sister has a little girl and I often change her.”
“Would you?  That's so nice of you!”
“Do you have everything you need?  Cream, powder, and so on?”
“Yes.  It’s all here.”
“Do you have a mat?”
“Well, no, we don’t.”
“Wipes?”
“Er, no, I don’t think so.”
“Never mind.  I have wipes, and an old changing mat.  I’ll bring them round.  Give me a minute.”
“Can I come too?” pleaded Rosie.
“Of course, darling.  You should watch.  One day I’m sure you’ll have to do the same.”

Imelda returned to her friends.
“Mrs Spicer is coming to help.  Isn’t that nice of her?”
“No-o!” wailed Paul, “don’t want her to change me!  I’ll be good, now!”
“Too late, I’m afraid, darling,” said Imelda.  “Mrs Spicer will sort you out, wait and see.”
Two minutes later Imelda was ushering Mrs Spicer and her daughter through the house.  The other girls looked at her expectantly as she came into the garden and approached the struggling Paul.  She held Rosie by the hand, and had a blue and yellow plastic mat under the other arm.
“Now then, let’s see.  Mel, you can take that chain off, for a start.”
Imelda did as she was bid.  Paul tried to get up, but Mrs Spicer pushed him firmly back down.
“Now, Pauline, you’re going to behave yourself while I change you, or you’ll get a smack bottom right here in front of your friends.  Paul subsided, staring at her with alarm.  Mrs Spicer put down the changing mat.
“Lie here, please Pauline.”
Obediently, for he saw no other way, Paul lay face-down on the mat.
“Well, I didn’t mean like that, but it doesn’t make any difference,” said Mrs Spicer.
She produced a pair of thin rubber gloves, and pulled them on.  “In the interests of hygiene, you should always wear gloves,” she explained.  Then, without further ceremony, she lifted up his dress, took hold of his pull-up in both hands, and slid it off!  Poor Paul pressed himself down on the mat, and tried to hide his bare bottom with his hands.  A gentle smack on his left buttock swiftly changed his mind. 
“Keep your hands out of the way, darling.  I need to clean you up.”
Mrs Spicer deftly wiped Paul’s bottom.  Then, without the slightest hesitation, she turned him over and did the same to his front.  Paul was so shocked he reacted only by shutting both eyes tight. There was a murmur of approval from the onlookers.  She pushed his legs apart and completed the process with thoroughness.  Next came the cream, which she applied with equal efficiency to his front and then, rolling him over again, to his bottom.  A little baby powder completed the process, and soon Paul was nice and clean and sporting a fresh pull-up.  Mrs Spicer smoothed down his smock dress, and looked around at her audience.
“There!  Not rocket science.  Do you think you’ll be able to deal with it next time?”  Everyone nodded vigorously.  Marcia’s eyes were sparkling.
“I bags I do it next time!” she cried.
“Then me!”  “Then me!”  from her friends.
“Mrs Spicer, thank you so much for doing that!  Would you and Rosie like to stay for supper?  We were just getting it ready.  I think we have enough food for everyone.”
“Do you have food for baby?”
“Not really.  We forgot to get that.”
“Then I’ve a better idea.  Why don’t you all come round to ours?  Bring what food you've got, I'll make a salad and cook a couple of pizzas, and we can have a picnic on the lawn."
“We’d love to, thank you!” said Imelda.

Within half an hour all the girls were seated around a tablecloth spread on Mrs Spicer’s lawn, tucking into their supper, laughing and chattering.  Mrs Spicer had brought out the highchair used for her sister’s baby.  It had a removable tray, so there was no problem putting Paul in it.  They placed him at one end of the cloth, so he could see everyone, and everyone could see him.  He had quite a variety of thigs to eat, from jars, pouches and little trays, from pureed vegetables to banana crumble and custard.  He had refused to feed himself, and Rosie was so desperate to play mother, that she had been allowed to supervise his meal, and she now stood by the high chair enthusiastically spooning different varieties of mush into his mouth.
“I’m full,” he spluttered, “don’t want any more!”
“Silly baby.  You need to finish up all your supper so’s you’ll grow big and strong!” said Rosie, firmly, trying to force another spoonful of pureed fruit into his mouth, but only succeeding in putting half of it up his nose.  In a tantrum, Paul grabbed the spoon from her hand and hurled it across the room.
“Mummy!  Baby’s being naughty!” she wailed.
“Oh dear, no.  I’m afraid we don’t allow that sort of behaviour,” said Mrs Spicer.  “Just a minute, Rosie.  We need to restrain him a little.”
She left the room and returned with a roll of white fabric tape.  She cut off two short lengths and used them to tie Paul’s wrists firmly to the arms of his high chair.  Now he couldn’t interfere with the feeding process any more, and Rosie was able to continue unimpeded, ignoring Paul's protests.

After supper, Imelda looked at her watch.
“It’s getting late.  We should get home before my parents come back.  We’re going to need to change our little girl into something more conventional.”
“Don’t they know they have a baby girl over to visit?” asked Mrs Spicer.
“No!  All I said was that I wanted to have a few friends round for a sleepover.”
“Well, can I make a suggestion?  Why don’t you leave her with us overnight?  Personally, I love looking after babies, and it’s obvious Rosie does too.”
“Really?  That’s so kind of you.”
“No!” shouted Paul, but he was ignored.
“Yes!” cried Rosie, jumping with delight, “and this time I’ll get to change him!”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“It’ll be a pleasure, Mel.  You can collect her in the morning.”

So it was agreed, and, after kissing a tearful baby Pauline good bye, the girls trooped back to Imelda’s house to make plans for the next day.  About nine Imelda’s parents returned.
“Hello girls,” said her mother, “there’s quite a crowd of you, I see.  Did you find enough things to eat in the kitchen?”
“Well actually, mum, we had supper at Mrs Spicer’s.  She invited us all round.”
“Oh, how kind of her!  Was her sister there?  We heard the baby crying as we came past.”
The girls looked at each other, suppressing smiles.
“Oh, no, mum.  I think she’s got the baby all to herself tonight!”

[krystalasbaby2017]

looks like sissy going to have a wonderful baby night lol

[Sandra B]

Chapter18.  New  Friends.

The girls never did find out exactly what happened to Paul at Mrs Spicer’s.  When they went round to collect him about nine, they found him in his high chair in the kitchen eating breakfast – with Rosie’s help – and still wearing his night attire of a short, stretchy pink nightie with a bunny on the front, with his nappy and pants, of course.
“It’s one of Rosie’s,” explained Mrs Spicer.  “It’s a little small for Pauline, but it’s all we had.”
“Did she give you much trouble?” asked Imelda.
“No, not at all,” smiled Mrs Spicer, warmly.  “We changed her before bed, read her a bedtime story, then all she wanted was a cuddle.”
“Only mum said she heard a baby crying when she came in, that’s all.”
“Oh, yes.  That was before I found her a pacifier.  But once she had that in her mouth, she was quite happy.  After her cuddle she fell asleep almost at once.”
“Well, we’re sorry, Mrs Spicer, but we’ve got to deprive you of her now.”
“Of course.  Perhaps she could come and visit again?  Rosie would be happy if she could.”
“Yes,” piped up Rosie, thrusting another spoonful of gloop into Paul’s mouth, “I like looking after baby Pauline.  She’s so cute and now she does everything I tell her to!”
“How sweet!  Of course she’ll be back.  But today we still have some time before she has to go home, so we’re going to take her to the park.”
“No-o,” wailed Paul, “don’t want to go to the park!” 
“Don’t fret, Pauline,” said Emilia, soothingly.  “We had a little discussion, and we’ve decided that you’ve been such a good little baby girl that, as a reward, you’re going to be allowed to do what you were begging for, and go back into your panties.”
“Really, Em?” asked Paul, immediately brightening up.
“Yes.  Mel’s found you a nice simple outfit she was given once – just a skirt and top – and you’ll be able to play with the others like a grown-up little girl.  What do you think?”
“Th-thank you, Em,” said Paul with relief, “I’d really like that!”

The girls had indeed had a discussion, and had decided that the babification, though fun in itself, and by no means off the menu of delights, was also a very good way of persuading Paul that being allowed his big girl clothes was what he longed for more than anything else.  They had also agreed to reserve his maid’s outfit for a short while.  Emilia had remembered that it would be her aunt Catherine’s birthday in a couple of weeks.  She knew she would be invited, and any friends were always welcome, and she was sure Catherine was the one person that would really appreciate being waited on by Paul dressed as a maid.  For today, Imelda had brought over a little ensemble an aunt had given her when she was younger, and which she had refused ever to wear, on the grounds it would make her a laughing-stock.   But for Paul it seemed the ideal thing.  It consisted of two parts, both is pink cotton jersey: a little crop top, with a fatuous legend scrawled across it, and a matching skirt.  She also brought Paul’s trainers, which, being white and red, wouldn’t look out of place with his new outfit, and a pair of short pink socks.  He was released from his highchair and Emilia led him into the living-room to change.  The happiness on his face when he was presented with his unicorn panties once more was a joy to behold.  He slipped into the top, and stepped into the skirt, which had an elasticated waist, and, if worn on his hips came about half way up his thighs.  Then on went the socks and trainers, and his earrings.  Standing there in his new outfit, with his nail polish and his pink choker on, his tummy peeping out under his top, and a big smile on his face, it was difficult for Emilia to contain her maternal feelings, and she could not resist putting her arms around him and giving him a big hug.
“There, Pauline.  You look so pretty.  Are you ready to go to the park?”
“Yes, Em.  Thank you so much,” he said warmly.
“Do you like your pretty new outfit, then?  It’s quite simple.”
“Yes.  It’s comfortable and it feels nice to be back in ordinary girls’ clothes again.”
Even Emilia was a little taken aback by his compliance.  Perhaps she had underestimated the extent of his intrinsic leaning towards girlhood.  But she was by no means displeased.  He seemed well on the path to transition, while for her and the girls there were still so many ways to have fun with their little toy.  Looking at him, Emilia had a sudden thought.
“Come here, Paul.  Let me fix your hair.”  Obediently, he came and stood in front of her.  He loved it when Emilia messed with him.  He loved the feeling of her fingers on him, and the thought that she wanted to make him as beautiful as possible.  His hair was quite long now, and Emilia had recognised the possibilities.  She fetched her bag and rummaged in it for a comb.  She made a central parting, and combed his hair out straight on either side.  Then she collected each side and fastened it with a bunch.  Using the ribbons given to him at the chemist’s, she tied one around each bunch, as tightly as she could, in a bow.  She stood back to admire her work.
“You look so cute, Pauline.”  And, she thought, you really could pass for a girl now.
Paul could only blush in return, and look at his feet.
“Come on, then.  Mel’s packed a picnic, and it’s supposed to be sunny all day.”
“Which park are we going to Em?” he asked, anxiously.  He hoped they weren’t planning on going to Brookhurst, which wasn’t far from their school.
“Don’t worry.  We’re taking the bus to Longbourne.”
Paul was relieved.  That was on the opposite side of town.  It was also a nicer park, surrounded by woods, and along with the usual swings and spinners and a seesaw, there was a giant timber and log climbing and activity frame, like a castle.  He willingly followed her back to the kitchen where the others were waiting.  He looked so natural and happy in his new persona that everyone stared for a moment in silence.  Then Tabitha went over and took his hand.
“Come on, Pauline, let’s go.  Say goodbye to Rosie and Mrs Spicer.”
Paul willingly kissed both of them goodbye, and, holding hands with Tabitha and Rosalind, headed for the front door.  Soon they were all out on the street. 

They climbed into the bus, and  Paul and the three younger girls made a beeline for the back seat.  Paul ended up between Tabitha and Rosalind, who seemed delighted at the addition to their gang – the “Gang of Four”, as Imelda called them.  For them there was a powerful fascination about their new friend, a tension between their sense of the power they had over him, and the unconscious apprehension of the power he had over them.  It was true.  Paul as a girl was as pretty as any of them, and his three new friends all had a crushes on him, to a greater or lesser extent – a greater extent in Tabitha’s case.  Under the guise of fooling around, they fought with each other to cuddle him and get up close.  They all wore several woven friendship bracelets, and to seal his new status they each removed one and gave them to Paul to wear.
“You’re one of us now, Pauline,” smiled Marcia, archly.
“And you’re my best friend, now, aren’t you?” asked Tabitha, sliding her arm around him.
“Hey, Tabby!” frowned Marcia.  “Pauline is all of us’s best friends, right?  She doesn’t just belong to you, you know!”
Sitting just in front of the four, Imelda looked sideways at Emilia and winked.
“He’s getting a lot of attention in his new outfit, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.  And he doesn’t seem too upset about it, either!  What a brilliant girl he makes!”
“He’s wasted as a boring boy.”
“Yeah.”
“What you doing tomorrow, Em?”
“Nothing really.  Got some homework but it’ll wait till evening.”
“Fancy coming to the beach?  I could ask my mum to drive us.  We’d be there in an hour.”
“Well, the weather’s fine.  It’ll be busy, though – bank holiday.”
“All the better.  I want to see him in a swimsuit.”
“What?”
“I do.  I’ve got one’ll fit him perfectly.  You up for it?”
What, with the girls?”
“If they’re free.  Why not?”
“Will we all get into your mum’s car?”
“It’s a people carrier.  No problem.”
“It’s tempting.  I’d have to ask his mum.  She hasn’t seen much of him this weekend.”
“Ring her, then.”
“OK.  I’ll do it now.”  She pulled out her phone and dialled Mrs Adams’ number.
“Anne-Marie?  Hi, it’s Emilia.  I’m well.  How are you?  Good, great.  He’s fine.  That’s why I’m ringing.  We’re just on our way to the park.  Paul’s wearing a pink girl’s top and a pink skirt.  A pink skirt!  That’s right!  He’s with three of his little girlfriends.  He’s as happy as anything!  Yes!  I know, it’s great!  I’ll bring him back at supper time, but I was wondering…  Well, Imelda suggested we go to the beach tomorrow.  She said she could ask her mum to drive us.  I wondered if …. you know, if Paul could ….  Really?  Thank you so much!  We’ve made such progress!  You’ll be amazed when you see him.  I’m hoping he’ll consent to keeping his girl clothes on for you to see.  Yes, I know.  Exactly.  No, quite.  Yes, you’re right.  No fuss.  Play it cool.  He’ll appreciate that, I know.  OK, thanks so much.  My pleasure.  See you later!  Bye!”
“Well?”
“She’s fine with it.  Now try your mum.”
Imelda’s mum hadn’t planned to drive a wagonload of kids to the beach the next day, because she had some shopping to do, but she agreed because she usually agreed to anything Imelda asked her.  She said she still needed to do the shopping, however, so that Imelda and Emilia would have to look after the others while she went off to the shops, and she made Imelda promise they would all stay on the beach or in the shallows during that time.  Imelda turned around and addressed the giggling rabble in the back seat.
“Hey, you guys.  Fancy a trip to the beach tomorrow?  Pauline?  Your mum’s already said she’s OK with it.”
“Yeah!” they chorused.  And the girls immediately started phoning their parents to get permission.  Naturally there were provisos, and the matter was only settled after multiple phone calls to Imelda’s mother.  But in the end it transpired the whole band of them was allowed, and the excitement level was ratcheted up another notch.

The bus stop was next to the park gate, and the kids cascaded out of the bus, fought with each other to be first through the gate, and ran for the playground.  Paul could see some other boys of roughly his own age on the logs, and was a bit apprehensive until he got close enough to satisfy himself  he didn’t recognise any of them.  He could relax and have fun.  Soon all four of them were clambering about on the castle, while Emilia and Imelda, having dumped the picnic bags, sat on the kids’ swings, pushing themselves gently back and forth, and watching their acolytes playing.
“Look at them, Mel.  It’s lovely to see them just having fun, isn’t it?”
“I agree.  I think school’s too much at that age.  It’s already so demanding.  When they get out here, they can be children again, instead of little trainee citizens!”
“That's right.  And it’s hard in year one.  Do you remember what it was like for us?  I think it must feel something like the first few months in prison for a first offender!  It’s only when you get used to it you can get things in proportion.”
“Look, Em.  They’re playing with those other kids now.  They’re so uninhibited.  Like a bunch of little monkeys!”
And indeed, the three boys who had already been on the castle had now joined in their game, which seemed to be a sort of chasing game with more than one quarry.  During this game, Paul was chased down by two of the boys, one dark and one fair.  It was then his turn to chase the others, and he eventually caught the fair one who had just caught him.  He seemed to Paul less bent on escape than the others, and when he was the hunter, to give Paul the greater share of his attention.  After they had been playing for some time, and they were all out of breath, they climbed down and collapsed on the grass.  Emilia and Imelda brought over some drinks, which they shared.
“We were going to have a picnic in a while,” said Imelda to the three boys.  “You’d be welcome to join us if you like.”
The offer being gratefully accepted, and the drinks consumed, the children returned to their games.  Emilia and Imelda sat on the grass and watched them.
“That blond boy,” remarked Imelda, “he seems very keen on Paul.  At least, he’s always trying to get close to him.  Look, see?  He’s grabbing him again!”
“I think it’s love,” returned Emilia.  “How sweet!”  And they both fell about laughing.

It was time to eat, and the boy, whose name was Christopher, somehow managed to oust Tabitha from her intended place at Paul’s side.  She glared at him but he seemed not to notice.  And for the rest of the day it was as if he was attached to Paul with a long piece of elastic.  When it was time for the girls to leave, they said their goodbyes to their three new friends, with promises to come again some time, and headed off across the park towards the gate.  They had gone perhaps a hundred yards, when Paul heard Christopher calling after him, and a moment later he came up to the group, breathless and flushed.
“Pauline!” he gasped, “can I ask you something?”
Everyone stopped for a moment, but then Emilia called,
“Come on everyone, let’s go.  Pauline will catch us up.”
So they left Pauline with her new friend, Tabitha casting frequent angry glances behind, and carried on towards the gate.
“Yes, Christopher?”
“Would you like to swap phone numbers?  I mean, it would be nice to, er, keep in touch.  You know, if you came this way again…”  His voice trailed off.  He was no longer out of breath, but his cheeks were still red.  Paul hesitated a moment, but then thought it would be churlish to refuse.  And he didn’t dislike his new friend.
“Sure,” said Paul.  “Why not?”
“It was really nice…to meet you,” persisted Christopher, “er, would it be all right if I called you sometime?”
“Look, Christopher…”
“No, I understand you probably don’t want to….”
“No, it’s not that…”  He hesitated again.  “Sure - call me if you want.  It was nice to meet you.”
“Thanks!  Thanks so much!” blurted Christopher, his face lighting up, “See you, Pauline!”  And without another word he turned and ran back to where his friends were waiting.  Paul caught up with the others.  Smirks all round, except from Tabitha, who frowned at him darkly, but said nothing.
“Ooh, Pauline’s got a boyfriend,” grinned Marcia.  “What did he want, cutie babe?”
“Nothing.  He’s OK.”
“He looked like he wouldn’t have minded a kiss!” said Rosalind.
“Yeah.  And he looked like an idiot!” muttered Tabitha, under her breath.
“OK, girls,” interrupted Emilia, “no more bitchiness, please.  I’m sure Pauline is quite capable of looking after herself.”
“You sure of that?” whispered Imelda in her ear. 

[Sandra B]

Chapter 19.  On the Beach.   

They were nearly back at the car when Imelda discovered she’d left her scarf behind.
“I took it off when we were on the swings and I think I left it on the ground.  I’ll just run back.  Won’t be a moment.  The next bus isn’t due for ten minutes, anyway.”
She dashed off and was back five minutes later.
“Got it?” asked Emilia.
“Yes.  Just where I thought,” she grinned, giving Emilia a wink.  “OK, I think that’s our bus.”

Emilia walked Paul home that evening.  She had persuaded him to stay in his girl clothes, and pack his boy clothes into his rucksack.  He was torn between fear of how his mother was going to react, and a reluctance to relinquish the outfit, which, though he was aware was a little juvenile, he felt so comfortable in.  Emilia had insisted, however, gently pointing out that he couldn’t deny his impulses for ever – that sometime he would have to acknowledge his feminine side, and that, out of respect for his mother, he should not delay the revelation any longer.
“But she’s either going to have a complete fit, or start drooling over me again,” he complained.
“Maybe not, Paul.  She may be more prudent than you expect.  However she reacts, the fact is that she has to know, and you can’t delay much longer.  How would you feel if she found out from the mother of one of your schoolfriends?”
“Yeah.  You’re right, I suppose.”
They had arrived at Paul’s door.  He steeled himself, pushed his key into the lock, and turned it.  In a moment they were in the hallway.  He could hear his mother in the kitchen, chopping something up.
“Come on, darling,” whispered Emilia, ushering him towards the kitchen door.
“Hi Anne-Marie,” smiled Emilia, “I’ve brought your son back.  He’s had a very busy weekend.”
“Emilia!  Lovely to see you!  Paul!  Have you had a good time?  Em told me you’ve made lots of new friends recently.”
Paul, who had been studying the kitchen floor, looked up at her suspiciously.  His mother simply stood there, smiling, waiting for him to speak.  He felt his courage returning.
“Y-yes, mum, I have.  It’s been really fun.  I-I’m sorry about the clothes….  We were playing dressing-up.  I’ve got all my other stuff in my bag.”
“Of course.  That’s fine.  You can wear what you like, when you like, as far as I’m concerned.  I love the choker and the earrings, by the way.  I’m making a pie for supper.  It’ll be ready in about an hour.  Would you like to eat with us, Em?”
“Thanks.  That’d be great.  Actually, I’m starving, and Paul must be ravenous after all the exercise he’s had today.”
“Wonderful. Why don’t you two relax in the living-room and watch TV or something.  I’ll join you once I’ve got the vegetables on.”
Paul and Emilia sat together on the sofa.
“Wow,” said Paul, “that’s not what I was expecting.”
“See?  I told you.  She took it all in her stride.  And she meant what she said – you can dress as you please as far as she’s concerned.”
“I’m amazed.  She didn’t even call me Paulie!”
“She’s not stupid.  She knows things can be difficult at your age.  I’ll tell you something else.  I told her about the nail polish problem.”
“You did?” said Paul, wide-eyed.
“Yes.  And she’s going to speak to the head teacher tomorrow to see what can be done.  So don’t worry!”  She tousled his hair reassuringly, making one of his bunches fall off.
“I’ll take off your choker for the night,” she added, “you shouldn’t wear it in bed.  But don’t worry, I’ll bring it back in the morning.”
“Hey…” he began, then laughed at his own vanity.  “I really am enjoying being a girl, Em.  Isn’t that silly?”
“No, course not.  But it’s not going to be easy.  You’ll have a lot of idiots to contend with, if you pursue this course.  You’ll have friends, too, that you’ll need to rely on.  But don’t be under any illusions.  However, you’ll be fine in your pink outfit tomorrow.  It’s perfect casual wear for the beach.”
“OK.  But I’ll pack my swimming trunks too.”
“Yes.  And a towel.  That’s pretty much all you’ll need.”

After supper, Emilia got ready to leave. 
“Thanks for the lovely food, Anne-Marie.  We’ll pick Paul up about nine, if that’s OK?”
“That’s fine, Emilia.  And your very welcome.  I’ll wash and dry his clothes overnight.”
“So I’ll see you in the morning,” she smiled at Paul.
“Sure.  Thanks, Em.”
“Sleep well!”  She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Bye, Em,” said Mrs Adams, “thanks for looking after Paul.  And everything.”

As Emilia walked home, a text came in from Imelda.  “Call me after you’ve dropped Paul”, followed by a winking imoji.  She called her at once.
“Mel?  You wanted me?”
“Yes, darling.  I just wanted to let you in on a little secret.  I don’t know if you got it, but I hadn’t left my scarf.  I went back just in time to catch those boys, and I’ve invited Christopher to join us tomorrow.  I said Pauline would be really happy if he came.  I thought it would be a nice surprise for Paul – for Pauline.”
“You little matchmaker!  I wondered if you were up to mischief.  Tabby won’t be happy, you know that, don’t you?”
“Well, she’ll have to learn to share.”
“What did Christopher say when you asked him?”
“He was looking quite miserable when I went back.  But when I suggested he join us, he was all smiles.  I’ve never seen such a sudden change from total misery to total joy!”
“He’s got it bad, Mel.  What’s he going to say when he finds out?”
“That’s what’s so fascinating.  Tomorrow may be the day.  Anyway, I’ve got his address, and I’ve spoken to his mum.  She’ll have him ready nice and early, and she’ll have a word with my mum when we arrive.  He’ll be last, anyway.  His house is on the way.”

The car arrived at the Adams’ residence at eight-thirty; but Paul was dressed, his rucksack was packed, and he was ready to go.  He’d left his bunches behind, and his hair had reverted to its usual untidy state.  Imelda’s mother had of course been informed that she was collecting a girl called Pauline.  She stayed in the car while Emilia went to collect him, but Mrs Adams came out to greet her.
“Hi.  I’m Anne-Marie, Paulie’s mother.  Thank you so much for doing this.  He’s been so excited.”
“Oh, no trouble.  I’m Louise Vincent.  Nice to meet you.”  She looked slightly puzzled as what appeared to her to be the anticipated rather pretty little girl climbed into the back.  “Er, it’s lovely to have…Pauline along.”
“Oh, yes, of course, Pauline,” replied Mrs Adams, flustered.  “I hope she behaves behaves him…herself today,” she added trying to recover her error but making a hash of it again.
“Oh, yes, I’m sure… she’ll be fine…” said Mrs Vincent, giving Anne-Marie a strange look.  “Well, we’ll see you later, then.  You’ve got my number if you need it.”
On the way to collect the girls, Mrs Vincent kept checking Paul out in her rear-view mirror.
“Watch where you’re going, mum,” said Imelda, anxiously. 
“Sorry, dear.  Pauline, it’s lovely to have you along.  That’s a cute outfit.”
“Thanks, Mrs Vincent.  And thanks for taking us.  I haven’t been to the beach for ages.”
“Well, it’s been a long winter.”

The next stop was Marcia’s.  Emilia had fastened Paul’s choker back on again, and he looked every inch the tomboy.  The other two had made their way there earlier.  Emilia got out to go to the door, and Paul jumped out after her.  Louise Vincent and her daughter had a moment alone together.
“That Pauline.  Is she…?”
“Yes, mum, Pauline’s a boy.  But I don’t think he wants to be a boy.  We’re trying to help him…adjust.”
“I see.  He’s very pretty.  He makes a lovely girl.”
“Yes.  Just remember not to call him ‘he’, if you see what I mean.”
“Of course.  Sorry, darling.”
“No probs, mum.  Shh.  Here they come.”
Everyone piled into the car, Tabitha managing to grab a place next to Paul.  Mrs Vincent made sure everyone was strapped in, and headed off towards the next stop, guided by Imelda. 
“I think we missed the road, Mel,” said Paul, “this takes us to the other side of town.”
“Yes, I know.  A short detour.  You’ll see.”
After ten minutes or so, they stopped in a road none of them recognised.  Imelda and her mother got out and went up the front path of one of the houses.  The door opened, and a moment later Christopher emerged, a rucksack over one shoulder.  Mrs Vincent could be seen chatting to his mother, after which he followed them back to the car.
“Christopher!” exclaimed Paul.
“What?” cried Tabitha.
“It’s that boy from the park,” laughed Marcia.  “You know, Pauline’s boyfriend!”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” responded Paul, frowning.  “He’s just a boy.”
“He’s an idiot!” spat Tabitha.
“I’m glad he’s coming, anyway,” replied Paul, defensively.  “He’s good fun.  Don’t be horrible to him.”
“No, Pauline’s right, Tabby.  Behave yourself, please,” Emilia admonished her.
Christopher squeezed in, eyes dancing with excitement. 
“Hi, Pauline.  Thanks for inviting me!”
“She didn’t,” said Tabby, spitefully, “it was Imelda.  So don’t get any ideas.”
Christopher’s face fell.  He looked bemused.
“Tabby?  Would you like us to take you home again?  No?  Well be quiet, please,” said Imelda. “It was my idea, Christopher, that’s true, but I knew it would make Pauline happy to have you along.  You played together so nicely at the park.  Take no notice of Tabby.”
“No,” said Rosalind, jumping at the opportunity to be bitchy when she knew she had the older girls on her side, “take no notice of old grumpyface over there.  We are happy you’re coming, aren't we, Marcia?”
“Shut up, droopy drawers,” returned Tabitha, “you’re just happy cos you can’t resist showing off when there’s a boy around!”
“Now, now, girls!  No more, please.  Or I’ll turn around and we’ll go home right now.  Understand?”
Mrs Vincent sounded like she meant business, so the passengers lapsed into silence, Tabitha frowning, Rosalind poking her tongue out at her, and Christopher staring at Paul.  Paul grinned back.  It’s not so bad, he thought, having an admirer.  Even if it is another boy.

They arrived at about 10.15.  The road ran along the beach for about a mile, and on the other side was a salt-marsh.  Where the road turned away from the coast and headed uphill, there was a little secluded car park, hidden along a lane in the middle of some woods.  Mrs Vincent found a place and parked the car. They all got out.
“I’m going to the village to do my shopping,” she said, I may get a bus or I may even walk, it’s such a nice day.”
“It’s quite a way. Mum.  The village is right at the other end of the lake.”
“I know.  But I’m in no hurry.  And if I buy too much to carry, I can get a bus or a cab back.  I’ll see you later.  But please…keep a close eye on those kids.”
“Don’t worry!”

There was a gate on the west side of the car park, which led into a grassy area of tall old dunes, with picnic tables in the narrow spaces in between.  While the older girls were unloading the car, the children ran into this area and careered along the paths, screaming and whooping.  Tabitha had recovered from her mood, and went as wild as any of them.  Then Imelda called them back, and they made their way down to the beach, which was very long, very pebbly at the top, and very sandy by the water’s edge.  The waves were always quite big here, and the water as clear as glass.  Everyone helped to carry the equipment, the towels, and the food, and they pitched camp a few hundred yards away from the car park, to the east.  The beach stretched away as far as the eye could see to the west, and curled round a headland to the east, where the orange-coloured cliffs rose to their highest point.  It was such a long beach, and there was such a small car park, that it never got very busy, even on bank holidays. 

Imelda and Emilia set up a windbreak a little higher on the beach for everyone to change behind.  Paul had been anxious about this moment since he had realised that Christopher must discover his true gender.  He didn’t really care if Christopher did find out, but he was worried that, as a result, he may no longer want to know him.  And he really liked his new friend.  Emilia was alive to the situation, and while the others took it in turns to get changed, she came and sat by Paul.
“What’s the matter?”
“He’s gonna know I’m not a girl as soon as I change into my trunks.  He’ll probably never speak to me again.”
“Don’t worry.  We’ve got spare swimsuits.  He won’t guess.”
“Yeah?” He looked questioningly at Emilia.
“Yes.  I was going to suggest a Speedo, but it’s so figure-hugging I think he may notice if you wear that.  But I’ve got a lovely little yellow bikini.  It’s sort of ruched at the edges and quite puffy.  It’ll be perfect.
Paul looked doubtful, but Emilia pulled it out of her bag and handed it to him.
“Go on.  Don’t you like it?”
Paul examined it carefully.  It was made of a yellow satiny material, but not stretchy.  The top consisted of two little triangles connected by tapes which tied at the back.  The bottom was loose-fitting and elasticated at the waist and legs.
“It’s OK.  Will you help me put the top on?”
“Course, darling.  Come on.  The changing room’s free.”
Paul was soon changed.  He emerged from behind the windbreak cautiously.  The others were already at the water’s edge kicking fountains of spray at each other.  He immediately forgot his anxiety and dashed down to join them.  For the next hour the five of them played happily, until spurred by the onset of hunger, they drifted back up to where Imelda and Emilia lay sunning themselves.
"We’re hungry,” said Paul.  “Can we have something to eat?”   With his hair wet and plastered to his head he looked a little less feminine, thought Emilia.  She glanced at Christopher, but he showed no signs of realisation.  The girls were still eating when Christopher jumped up and said to Paul,
“Pauline?  Wanna come and look at those cliffs?  I bet there’s a cave there somewhere.”
“Sure, Chris.  Back in a bit, Em!”  And he too jumped up and followed his friend.
They walked side by side by the edge of the sea, where the sand was firm and smooth.  They must have gone a quarter of a mile before either of them spoke.  Then Christopher, still looking straight ahead, said
“Pauline.  I’m really glad I was invited today.  It’s been fun.”
“Yeah.  It’s a good place.”
“I mean, it’s nice here, but being with you makes it…properly fun.”
“Yeah.  For me too.  You can have too much of those girls…er, those other girls, you know.”
“Yeah.  They’re OK, of course.  But you’re special.”
Paul reddened slightly.
“I like you a lot, Pauline.  Just being with you….”
“Christopher… I like you.  But you don’t really know me… I can’t explain…”
“Will I be able to see you again after today?  I know we don’t live very close to each other, but….”
“Sure.  Of course.  We’re friends.  I think you’re great.”
Christopher stopped dead.  Paul stopped too and looked up at him.  His eyes had assumed a doe-like expression.  Paul saw the danger, but he was too late to react.  Before he could move, Christopher and grabbed his hand and planted a kiss right on his lips!

[krystalasbaby2017]

i like the fact he is getting to be a big sissy gurl there is so much more you can do with a big gurl.  Save the sissy baby for punishments