A Model Son

[Plateguy]

Now that he is in diapers will be interesting if his Mom decides to keep him in them...

[Andlat]

It would seem to me that Diane should oppose Jake becoming a baby girl since if he's in diapers, mom will need someone to model the dresses meant for older girls again.

[DaraJaney]

Diane pushed Jake in the pram towards the front door.  It rocked slightly on its springs as it moved along which made him feel queasy.  He was terrified as the pram was pushed down the street towards the main road.  If any neighbour came out they would wonder why his mother and sister were pushing a pram.

They made it to the main road.  At least people here would be less likely to know them.  He saw through the lace netting a person pass by the other way and they didn’t look back or show any curiosity.

Then he saw a man coming up quickly behind his mother and sister about to overtake them.  The man looked at the old-fashioned pram curiously and Jake froze as his eyes looked in directly under the hood.  Then he thought it best if the soother appeared to be bobbing a little so he took a suc-k on it.  The man did not show any increased curiosity and passed them.  Jake relaxed a little.

He felt the pram turn into the street Mrs McKean lived on.  Nearly there.  He was turned into the driveway and they approached the front door.  Jake sighed heavily.  What was she going to think of this spectacle?

Diane turned the pram so that he faced the door just as Mrs McKean opened it.  She was about to say hi but stopped in her tracks as she saw the unexpected pram.  Diane pulled the netting up so she could see Jake in his pink baby dress, pinafore and bonnet, suc-king on the large pink soother and clutching a doll.

She put her hand to her mouth.  “Oh my goodness!”  She looked at his mother.  “Is that Jake?”  She nodded.  Mrs McKean burst into a huge smile.  “So adorable!”  Jake cringed.  Diane pushed the pram in the door.  “He must be getting used to wearing pretty dresses now!” Mrs McKean observed.

Diane pulled the blanket off and helped Jake out of the pram.  He desperately pushed his petticoats down and then stood sheepishly as Mrs McKean took in his full outfit including his white tights and pink knitted booties.

“Come into the sitting room.”  They went in and her daughter Fran was sitting on a rug surrounded by playing blocks.  She was wearing a t shirt and pants.  “Jake, why don’t you crawl over to Fran dear”, his mother instructed him.  He grimaced but went down on his knees and crawled across the sitting room.  “Oh what a gorgeous nappy cover!”  The rows of lace across his bottom were nicely exposed as he crawled.

At first Fran was non-plussed seeing this large baby crawl towards her in a frilly dress and bonnet, suc-king on a soother.  But then her face turned into a smile and she laughed.  Jake was hurt.  He turned and sat beside her, desperately trying to arrange his petticoats neatly around him and covering up his mortifyingly frilly bottom.

Fran picked up a block and handed it to him.  “Oh isn’t that sweet!”  Jake had no choice but to take it.  It tinkled a little as it was passed over.  He shook it and it tinkled louder.  “Aw!  That’s cute!  Fran, would you like a dress like Jake’s?”  The smile disappeared from her face as she studied Jake’s outfit – his pink dress with white pinafore, his lace-trimmed bonnet, his long white legs in tights and his pink booties.  Jake wondered if the male name had registered with her.

Fran shook her head.  The women and went ‘aw’.  “It’s so pretty!” her mother prompted.  Fran shook her head firmly.  Jake sighed.  His baby dress was so bad that even an actual baby girl found it embarrassing.

His mother continued undeterred - “you were saying she was occasionally scratching her face and you had to put her hands in mittens at times.”  “Yes that’s right.”  “Well let me show you.”  Jake watched curiously as his mother unzipped a hold-all she had brought.  She took out a pair of thick white fingerless gloves.

She pulled them over Jake’s hands as he watched and fastened them with a couple of snappers.  “Now!”  She went back to the bag and took out two pink mitten covers and pulled them over the padded mittens.  She tied them in place with pink ribbons.  The covers had lace trim at the wrist.  “See – matches his dress!”

“Gorgeous!”  Mrs McKean agreed.  “I love it all but I’m just not sure it’s right to dress a girl in frilly dresses these days.”  Jake winced – it seemed alright to dress a teenage boy in a pink frilly dress but not a one-year-old baby girl!

“Would you like tea or coffee?”  “Oh yes please.”  They all went off to the kitchen leaving Jake with Fran. He flexed his hands in the padded mittens.  Fran picked up a rattle and held it out to him.  He reached for it with his right hand but couldn’t use his fingers within the mittens.  He realized though that his hand would through the plastic ring on the end of the rattle and was able to hold it that way.  Fran smiled and looked at him expectantly. He shook the rattle and she laughed.

She picked up a block and threw it to him.  It was a lousy throw and he missed it.  His rattle tinkled as he moved his hands.  He was able to pick it up and throw it back.  She threw it again much harder and it went past him.  He crawled over to it, his rattle tinkling as he went.  Just then the women returned.  “Oh look!  Our babies are playing.”  They all tittered as Jake froze and looked up through the lace trim of his bonnet seeing all the smiling eyes on the frills on his nappy cover.

Jake stared at their cups as they sat.  He was thirsty too.  “Oh Diane!  Why don’t you fetch Jake’s bottle from the pram.”  Diane was only too happy to do that and handed him the baby bottle half full of milk.  She sat down and they all watched.

It was clear it was the only thing available for him to drink.  He pushed the rattle off his mitten and held the bottle in both hands.  He spat his soother out and suc-ked on the bottle.  Fran giggled.  The ladies all smiled and started to chat.

Fran persisted in handing him baby toys to play with.  Mrs McKean continued to admire Jake’s outfit.  He could see her take in the lace trim on his bonnet, his layers of petticoats and his perky pinafore.  How ever much she liked it, she couldn’t see herself making Fran wear it.

As his mother stood to go she said “I’m working on another design at the moment – you might prefer it?”  “I’m always happy to see such pretty dresses.”  Jake scrambled to his feet – once again smoothing down his petticoats so as not to expose his frilly bottom.  He was concerned about talk of another baby dress.  Was he going to have to model again?

[krystalasbaby2017]

i think he will look very cute in sissy baby dresses.  Mum can always keep them for punishment if Jake gives her a hard time.  Actually if Dianne causes Jake problems i think she look good in one too.  Mum now has something to make them both behave.

[DaraJaney]

Jake climbed into his pram eager to get home and out of the baby dress and nappy.  His sister tucked the pink blanket around him and pushed his soother in.  As they pushed him out the door in the pram he mumbled through his soother wanting them to lower the lace netting to conceal him.

Diane just smiled at him and continued to push him toward the footpath.  “Nnnggghhh!”  He tried to lie back as far as he could on his lace-trimmed pillows and pushed his bonnet as far forward as he could so the wide brim could hide his face.  He could hear footsteps approaching.  He cringed in his nappy and tights.

Diane lowered the netting just before the person passed them and Jake breathed a little easier.  “Mum, can I bring him into town?”  “Hnng?”  “Yes, why not?” she smiled down at him.  “I’ll be spending the afternoon working on his other baby dress.”   “NNNGGGHHHH!”

They ignored his protests.  “Here, you take the bag.  There’s a couple of clean nappies and plastic pants in there.”  “NNNNGGGGHHH!”  “Are you sure you’ll be ok within him on your own?”  “I’ll phone a few friends.”

A person passed them and looked into the pram curiously on hearing Jake’s moans through his soother.  That kept him quiet for a while and he suc-ked harder on his soother instead.  Diane arranged for three friends to meet her at the bus stop.

“Nnngg  Ngggh  NNNNGGGH!”  Jake wanted to cry.  Her friends arrived and Diane raised the netting so they could admire Jake in his pink baby dress and bonnet.  Their jaws dropped.  “Oh my God!”  “I don’t believe it!  How did you get him into a baby dress and pram?”  “He’s been modelling for mom again.”

“What’s in the holdall?”  “Clean nappies for when he wets himself!”  They roared laughing again.  Jake shifted uneasily in the pram.  He could hear the bus coming.  He wanted to die.  He was about to be brought into town in the pram and was almost inevitably going to have to use the nappy and have it changed by his sister and her friends!

He heard the hiss of the doors and the bus ‘kneeling’ to receive the pram.  Diane lowered the netting again.  He was pushed onto the bus, they paid the fairs and manoeuvred the pram into the designated space.  Diane sat facing him with a devilish grin on her face.

He was facing the front of the bus and there was nobody else there except Diane so she raised the netting again.  “nngghh!”  Jake suc-ked nervously on his soother.  The other girls leaned out of their seats to look in under the hood at him again.  “Goochy goo!”  Jake just frowned.

He cringed again as the bus pulled up at another stop.  Diane lowered the netting again as the bus filled up.  Jake could do nothing except lie back in his pram and suc-k on his soother and clutch his doll as he was propelled further away from home.

When they reached the centre most people were getting off the bus but they stood back and allowed Diane to move the pram off first.  Jake could see their faces clearly from his side of the netting and found it hard to believe that they couldn’t see that the ‘baby’ behind the netting was ridiculously large.  But nobody gave a second look.

“Let’s take him to the maid café!”  “Great idea.  They’ll love to see him.”  Nnnggghhhh!” Jake whined from the pram but he was pushed along.

When they got to the café they pushed the pram to the back where Jake could be turned to face the wall and other customers would not be able to see him so they could raise the netting.  They sat at a table there and one of the maids came to wait on them.  She smiled at the back of the pram, no doubt ready to admire the customer’s cute baby.

When the maid recognized Diane she looked puzzled.  Why would Diane be pushing a pram?  Diane put her finger to her lips to indicate a secret and beckoned the maid around to the front of the pram.  She did as bidden.  At first she just automatically smiled in anticipation of the cute baby.  Then her smile was replaced with surprise – first of all, the ‘baby’ was very big!  Despite Jake’s attempts to hide within his bonnet and behind his big soother, she recognized him.

She put her hand to her mouth!  “Jackie!”  She gave Diane an astonished look but then broke into a smile.  “Oh wow!  So pretty!”  She quickly beckoned her fellow maids over.  Jake cringed and shifted uneasily in the pram.

Soon there were four heads surrounding the pram.  “Oh what a pretty bonnet!”  “So cute with his dolly!”  That maid put her hand to her mouth realizing she probably shouldn’t use the male word.  “Oh look!  A bottle!  Would baby like some milk?”  Diane laughed.  “Excellent!  That would be great!”  Jake frowned as the maid took the bottle excitedly.  “Don’t forget to warm up the milk!” Diane added helpfully.  Jake winced as the girls all laughed.

[DaraJaney]

One of the maids returned with Jake’s bottle and handed it to Diane.  She reached into the pram but Jake kept his soother firmly in his mouth so she couldn’t force him to suc-k from the baby bottle.  “Shall we turn the pram around then?  So you can see everyone in the café?” Diane asked pointedly.  Jake knew that what she really meant was that everyone in the café would see Jake – the teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy.

He spat his soother out and Diane gave a satisfied smile as she pushed the teat into his mouth and Jake had to suc-k on it.  He winced at the taste of the warm milk.  The girls all laughed at him suc-king on his baby bottle.  He stopped for a moment.  Diane held the bottle hovering in front of his mouth.  “We won’t leave until you’ve finished it”, she warned him, tipping the bottle up to show that it was full.  Jake cringed and resumed suc-king on his bottle.

Each of the girls had to take a turn feeding him the bottle and then the maids had the idea of spoon feeding him some ice cream.  At least it tasted a lot better than warm milk but it was humiliating sitting in the pram clutching his doll being spoon-fed by all these girls.

Eventually they were ready to leave the café.  As Jake was pushed towards the exit he desperately hoped that they would head for the bus home.  “Let’s go to the mall”, Diane suggested.  Jake sighed as he was pushed away to the mall.  There were dozens of clothes shops and he knew Diane could easily spend all day there.  His bladder was beginning to bother him now after two bottles.

He just had to lie back in his pram, suc-k on his soother and clutch his doll for comfort as the girls moved him from one shop to the next.  He was now cringing from the pressure on his bladder.

“I need the loo”, Diane told the girls.  They all agreed they needed to go.  Jake was pushed into the ladies’ toilet and they positioned his pram next to the cubicles.  “Are you not wet yet?” Diane asked him.  He shook his head firmly but he couldn’t see how he could avoid the inevitable before they got home.

The girls took turns in the cubicles.  Jake could hear their pee hitting the water.  Oh how he wished he could do that!  He shifted very uneasily in his nappy and tights.  Then the toilets flushed.  Diane heard a little moan from the pram.  She looked into the pram.  Jake was writhing.  She turned the tap on full flow.  “Nnnggggh!”  That did it.  Pee was flowing into Jake’s nappy.   “Nnggghh, nnngghhh, nnngggh!”  The girls looked down on him and smiled.  He was suc-king hard on his soother and really holding his doll tightly.   “I think somebody needs changing!”  They all tittered.

“Done yet?” Diane asked but Jake was continuing to pee.  Just how much could this nappy handle?  “Don’t worry there’s a baby changing room next door.”  That provoked more giggling from the girls.  Jake cringed at the thought of having them change his nappy but that’s what was inevitably going to happen now.

They excitedly pushed Jake into the baby changing room.  He was relieved to see that there was a lock on the door.  The counter had two changing stations side by side which meant that there was room for Jake to lie across both.  He wanted to cry as Diane removed his pink knitted booties and the other girls gathered around ready for the spectacle.

Then he had to raise his bottom so she could pull down his frilly nappy cover and again as she removed his tights.  The girls could now see his soaked nappy through the plastic pants.  “Ew!”  They held a plastic bag at the ready while Diane peeled off his wet plastic pants.

Jake was now chewing his soother.  At least the mortification of the situation meant there was no way he was going to have an embarrassing erection – even naked in front of these teenage girls.  Diane unpinned him and threw the soaked nappy in the bag.  The girls were all cringing now but one of them had the presence of mind to find the baby wipes in the bag.

Diane smiled down at her half-naked brother, clutching his petticoats up, looking up gloomily through the lace of his bonnet.  She peeled open the pack of baby wipes and set to work.

Jake just wanted to die as his sister wiped his boy’s parts and bottom.  Then she used tissues to dry him before liberally sprinkling powder around, making the eagerly watching girls cough.

He was so relieved when his clean nappy was produced and pinned tightly on to him.  Then Diane pulled a dry pair of plastic pants over his nappy.  She got two of the girls to hold his legs right up in the air while she checked carefully that his nappy was tucked inside the elastic of his plastic pants.

Just then the door opened and a lady pushed a stroller in.  They hadn’t locked the door!  “Oh sorry!” she apologized.  “No it’s alright, we’re almost done.”  Diane was flapping out Jake’s tights.  The lady’s eyebrows raised on seeing the very large ‘baby’ on the counter.  The girls tried to suppress their giggles and act as if there was nothing unusual.

His nappy cover was replaced and his booties tied back on.  The lady didn’t know where to look.  Why was this child, who appeared to be as big as these teenage girls, dressed in such a pink frilly baby style dress, clearly having had a nappy changed?   Jake scrambled back into his pram in a shower of white petticoat and pink satin.  The girls just smiled at the perplexed lady as they pushed the pram out.

But the girls weren’t finished browsing the shops and he just had to lie there patiently, enjoying his dry nappy, suc-king on his soother and desperately hoping the netting did its job of concealing him from public view.

They finally left the mall but then wanted to sit in the park for a while.  The sun was out and Jake was getting quite warm under his petticoats, tights and blanket.  They went to the lake and positioned the pram facing it.  Diane pulled back the netting much to his concern but the lake was wide and anyone facing them on the far side was too far away to realise that the ‘baby’ was rather large.

Still, Jake suc-ked nervously on his soother and clutched his doll tighter.  He was feeling really hot now.  He closed his eyes for a moment.  After a few seconds he heard giggling.  He opened his eyes to find the girls all surrounding the pram looking in on him and laughing.  Diane was holding her camera phone and pressed the stop button.  “Oh you looked so cute there having your little nap!”

Jake realized that he must have nodded off in the heat.  Diane turned the screen towards him and pressed play.  There he was snuggled up under the pink blanket, his face framed by the lace on his bonnet.  He was mortified to see that his soother bobbed in and out gently as he snoozed.  Then he shifted a little, the puffed sleeves of his pink dress resting daintily over his blanket and he clutched the doll tighter.  He could hear the girls giggling in the sound from the phone.  He cringed and realized that he still suc-king on his soother.  He was getting far too used to that after hours in his pram.

[krystalasbaby2017]

I love the humiliation and the girls taking turns bottle feeding him then feeding him ice cream.  Still looking forward to seeing what other frilly baby dresses his mum has made for him