Home-schooling

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Thank you for the lovely chapter. I made sure that I put on a fresh diaper before I started reading.

When I read that James's nappy appeared to be the wettest, I started wetting my own diaper.

When the Shirley Temple lip synch contest started, I was reminded that in my seventh decade, I don't have hair that can be permed into sausage curls. I wonder if Tom's tantrum after he lost may get him demoted from pullups to nappies.

[DaraJaney]

“Now for our primary school girl competition!” Mrs Henley announced.  The two losing sissy babies realised that they were being left on view in their play-pens while the show continued.  They slumped down and had little enthusiasm left for playing with their toys, facing a whole year of nappies, baby dresses, rattles and dolls.

Four teenage boys walked out on stage in pink gingham dresses with Peter Pan collars, their hair in pigtails tied at the ends with big pink gingham bows.  They held hands in pairs and walked to the middle of the stage with big rosy pink cheeks, staring at the floor in front of them as the mothers all sighed at their cuteness and tittered at their embarrassment.

The boys tugged nervously at the flared hems of their short uniforms with their free hands while standing as far apart as they could while still holding hands as instructed.  A stern-looking lady with a cane came out and tapped the boys on their outside arms forcing them to stand much more closely together.  Their discomfort on holding hands with another boy was obvious and amused the audience.

Another lady brought out four hula-hoops and distributed them to the boys who were clearly relieved to be able to let go hands.  The boys took the hoops and swung them over their bodies.  “Now the winner will get to progress to secondary school level and wear a nice navy gymslip.”  The anxious looks on the boys’ faces were clear.

Steel-drum music started and the boys began to swing their hips to get their hoops going.  They seemed to have little enthusiasm at first but it was impossible to keep the hoops going without giving it more effort.  The audience began to get flashes of the lace trim on the boys’ panties and starting giggling and pointing.

You could see the boys’ dilemma as they desperately wanted to win but really didn’t want to expose more of their pink gingham panties with six fluffy rows of frills.   But soon more and more frills became visible as the boys glanced at each other, trying to judge how to be the best performer without their flared dress swirling out too much.

Soon they realised it was pointless and they all started to give it everything much to the delight of the crowd.  “Ow!”  Their swinging pink bows at the ends of their pigtails became dangerous missiles, one clattered the next boy in the face.

Two boys’ pigtails snagged and wrapped around each other several times forcing them to stop twirling.  Their hula hoops dropped to the floor eliminating them from the competition and their heads were drawn close together so they were trapped with their faces just inches apart.  The boys desperately tried to separate but their pigtails were hopelessly tangled and they were forced to stand almost nose to nose to great laughter from the audience while the remaining two boys continued to compete.

It seemed to them the music would never stop as they continued to twirl as fast as they could, having long given up any attempt to keep their frilly panties out of sight.  One started to get dizzy, stumbled and his hula hoop fell to the ground.  He quickly pushed his dress down and cringed on realising he’d gone and exposed the full extent of his frilly panties to no avail.

The audience applauded as the boys were led off.  The winner jumped up and down not caring anymore what was seen, looking forward to getting out of his pink uniform.  The audience laughed as the entangled pair were led off the stage, their heads still held embarrassingly close together like conjoined twins.

“Next the best party outfit”, Mrs Henley announced.  Six boys walked out on stage followed by the stern lady with the cane.  The boys looked back at her nervously.  They were all wearing little-girl party dresses – though none of them were girls and only two of them could be considered particularly little.

Their dresses were all in different pastel colours and they had matching tights and even the lace on their frilly ankle socks matched their bespoke dresses perfectly.  The dresses competed for the widest lace collar, most puffed out sleeves, most elaborate lace designs on the bodice and greatest number of petticoats.

The two tallest boys – people were guessing their ages as around 16 – could do nothing to stop the bottom layer of frills on their pettipants from showing beneath their short petticoats.  Their pettipants were in contrasting pastel colours and so very noticeable against their matching dress and tights.

Their mothers watched on anxiously.  One mother sighed disappointedly – she had thought that five layers of petticoats might be too much but saw now that it was too little.  Another wondered if the enormous peach bow pinned on top of her son’s head – and much bigger than it – was too much but she could see from the smiles in the audience that it was well judged.  But she was envious of the enormous lace heart embroidered on one boy’s dress.

All the dresses had sashes tied in big bows at the back but the bow on the smallest boy more than covered his entire back and the ends of the sash dangling over his petticoats almost reached the floor.

The boys were made to model their dresses along a walkway projecting into the audience.  They had all been desperately trying to push their perky petticoats down to minimise the exposure of frilly pettipants but gave it up as a lost cause when they saw the beaming smiles from mothers and sisters in the audience looking up under their dresses as they minced along the elevated walkway.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Thank you for another great chapter.

I really liked the action you depicted in the primary school girl competition. I didn't realize that pigtails could be weapons.

I'm looking forward to how the party outfit competition goes.

[DaraJaney]

“So let’s have a party game!” Mrs Henley announced to cheers.  Linda came out on stage holding a rope.  She let the rope go loose and a piñata lowered from the rafters above the stage.  She tied the rope when the piñata was at a satisfactory height.

“The winner of this will get back in to trousers!”  Mrs Henley announced immediately getting the full attention of the six boys in frilly party dresses.  “The little ones first.”  Linda handed a bat to the boy with the enormous bow on the back of his dress.  He swung the bat carefully trying not to reach up any more than necessary, conscious of his short petticoats and contrasting pettipants.

The audience encouraged him to swing higher.  They could see his dilemma.  He desperately wanted to get back into trousers but to do so it looked like he had to show off his frilly pettipants to the whole auditorium.  He took the long term view and swung as high as he could.  The ladies cheered as the lower three rows of frills on his lilac pettipants were revealed.

The boy realised that he was going to have to jump.  He jumped and swung at the piñata and as he descended his petticoats ballooned up revealing the full extent of his frilly lilac pettipants.  The ladies cheered.  The dignity ship had sailed so he desperately jumped a number of times, barely making contact with the target.  In the end he slumped realising that he had failed but in the process given the audience a lovely display of frills and flouncing petticoats.

The second small boy approached with little enthusiasm having seen what happened with his predecessor.  Mrs Henley reminded him of the prize which jolted him into action.  He made no futile attempt to avoid giving a full frilly display and jumped several times.  The long streamers of the mint green bow pinned to the back of his head billowed prettily while his petticoats parachuted beautifully.

The next competitor being a few inches taller clearly looked more confident as he approached wielding the bat.  But Linda, tugged on the rope and tied the piñata into a higher position.  The boy was really frustrated by that and jumped and jumped with no regard for his shocking pink frilly pettipants.

The taller boys knew that their pettipants were already peeking below their petticoats so had no inhibitions in jumping as high as they could but had no better luck as Linda ensured that the piñata was just beyond their reach no matter how high they jumped. 

For a grand finale all six boys were brought to the centre of the stage and Linda allowed the piñata to drop in the middle of them before pulling it up again.  All six boys desperately swung at the target and jumped again when she pulled it up.  She allowed it to drop momentarily several times.  The audience applauded loudly as the six boys jumped up and down in their pretty party dresses, in a shower of flouncy petticoats, various brightly coloured pettipants and frilly socks.

A couple of the boys stopped and squirmed and the audience realised that their tights were slipping down from all the jumping up and down.  They tried to discretely pull their tights up but in the end had to reach under their petticoats and pull their pettipants up as far as they could hoping that would keep their tights up.  The ladies laughed at the poor boys’ embarrassment.

There was no winner and the boys stomped off fuming that they had been coerced into giving a humiliating display for nothing.  Mrs Henley almost sympathised.  “Aw, but you can’t really look angry in a flouncy party dress, layers of petticoats, pretty tights and frilly ankle socks, can you?”

“Now for our sixth form competitors!”  Two boys minced on wearing navy blue gymslips, cream blouses, stockings and suspenders and high heels.  Their hair was gathered in ponytails with a straw boater perched on top.  Both boys were clearly wearing substantial shaping clothing.  Their blouses were stretching over e-cup breasts and padded hips and bottom ensured their pleated skirts flared adorably.

They were given hockey sticks and small goals were placed either side of the stage.  “The winner”, Mrs Henley announced as the boys watched in anticipation, “will graduate next year!”  The boys were crestfallen.  Another year in gymslips!  But losing meant two years in gymslips so they still looked determined to win.

Linda threw a ball to the back of the stage and the two boys tottered after it in their heels to great laughter from the audience.  Running around was not easy with their large breasts and bending down to swing at the ball was not helped by their tight corsets.  They swung at the ball and hit it around the stage to no great effect.  Eventually it looked like one was going to score but the other pulled him back and Linda awarded a penalty stroke.

The penalty was taken into the left hand goal.  The boy had to bend over substantially to line up the ball.  The audience appreciated the lacey navy panties.  The penalty was scored.  The winner was initially jubilant, jumping up and down with little concern how the short pleated skirt of his gymslip fluttered but then seemed to remember he still had another year to endure in his gymslip, stockings and suspenders and high heels, dragging those large boobs around.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

That was another great chapter. I'm picturing in my mind the parachuting petticoat and pettipants show of the six boys in party dresses desperate to graduate to trousers try to break the piñata, and almost feeling the embarrassment of having to stop and pull up my pettipants, all in front of an audience.

When I dress up as Dolly Bo Peep I have to check every once in a while that my pettipants are staying up.

That one on one field hockey duel was quite entertaining. I read it wearing a new body shaper and panty girdle over my diaper and my second largest boobs.

The two sissy babies are still on stage - is there going to be a diaper changing contest in a future chapter?




 

[DaraJaney]

“Well ladies, of course, it’s not all about our errant boys, where would we be without our enthusiastic volunteer babysitters?  Let’s hear it for Linda, Rita and Sue.”  The audience applauded as the girls appeared each wheeling a changing table onto the stage.

The two sissy babies in their play pens looked on nervously, suc-king on their soothers.  “And I think we have two customers here in need of a change”, Mrs Henley told the audience.  Both boys nappies were indeed soaked – it being a couple of hours since their last bottle – so she met no denial from them.

The realisation that they were about to have their wet nappies changed on stage had the boys suc-king much harder on their soothers and desperately trying to find a way out of their secure play-pens.

“But of course, we need three don’t we?” Mrs Henley continued.  A woman walked out on stage holding leather reins and eventually succeeded in dragging out their third subject.  The audience recognised Tom, the Shirley Temple with a tantrum.  He was now longing for his Stand Up and Cheer outfit as he squirmed in his pink frilly baby dress.  It was short enough for the audience to see that his pull-ups had obviously been replaced by a thick cloth nappy underneath those pink tights and frilly nappy cover.

“Nnnggghh!” he protested through the soother strapped into his mouth.  “Is he ready do you think?”  Mrs Henley asked his mother.  “Well if he wasn’t before he sure is now”, she replied and the audience laughed as the boy cringed holding his hands in mittens in front of his groin.

The two other sissy babies were put in their harnesses and led across in front of the changing tables.  They were encouraged to climb up on the tables and their reins were tied to the ends to remove any danger of them running off.

“This will be a timed contest”, Mrs Henley announced.  “The fastest gets to take their baby to Regionals!”  The audience applauded loudly.  The boys looked at each other – this implied there were other boys in other towns and cities being subjected to the same treatment.  “Get ready 
 on your marks 
 go!”

The girls quicky pulled down the boys’ frilly nappy covers and then their tights.  The boys’ booties had to be removed as well.  Rita was unfortunately enough to have Tom to change.  Having only just been demoted to nappies he was not as familiar with the changing routine as the other boys.  Peter and Casper knew exactly when to lift their bottom, turn over to have their bottom wiped and powdered, and how to cooperate with having their tights pulled on efficiently.

The audience tittered as Tom got it all wrong much to Rita’s frustration.  She kept having to give him little slaps on the bottom to get him to do the right thing quickly.

The soaked nappies were dropped in their buckets, the girls carefully cleaned around the boys’ chastity devices – all three boys particularly wincing during this part of the process.  This was not a problem when their mummies were changing their nappies but when they were being changed by attractive girls their own age it was a different matter and the girls always seemed to be particularly thorough in this part of the process.

Eventually the boys were pinned into their clean nappies, their plastic pants pulled up, tights, booties and nappy covers restored.  The audience had a good laugh as Rita really struggled to get Tom’s tights on over his feet and up his legs, getting them all twisted due to his inexperience.

Linda finished just a couple of seconds ahead of Sue and Rita trailed badly looking really frustrated with Tom.  “Never mind” Mrs Henley consoled him, “you will soon get used to the routine.”  Tom suc-ked hard on his soother and sniffled, figuring he was going to have to be a better baby to stand a chance of getting out of these nappies.

“Of course the time will be null and void if the nappy is not properly fitted or the boys are not properly dressed”, Mrs Henley reminded them.  “So let’s examine.”  The girls untied the boys’ reins from the changing table and led them to the front of the stage.  The boys all cringed as they realised that they were about to have their attire and nappies closely examined in front of the audience.

“Hold up your petticoats”, Mrs Henley ordered.  The boys did as instructed so the audience could see their entire nappy covers and that the rows of frills were all straight.  “Now girls pull down their nappy covers.”  The boys suc-ked hard on their soothers and tried to focus on the back of the room and not the smiling faces of the audience looking closely at their nappy areas.

Tom’s tights were a little twisted but the others were perfectly aligned.  “And now their tights.”  The boys swallowed hard as they had their tights pulled down to their knees so the audience could see their nappies through their plastic pants.  “Now turn around.”  The boys did as told and there was an audible ‘aw’ from the audience as they saw that Casper had a little sliver of nappy poking out from under the elasticated leg opening.  Linda swore under her breath and Sue jumped up and down as the clear winner.

“You had better finish the job properly”, Mrs Henley advised Linda and she tugged at Casper’s reins to make him return to the changing table.  He struggled to keep up with her with his tights around his knees and his nappy cover around his ankles.

“Thank you girls”, Mrs Henley drew an end to this part of the show.  The two boys waddled towards the wings of the stage but the girls tugged firmly on their reins and they were led into the play-pens – there seemed to be no end to it.

[Baby Mac]

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