His mother took his toys out and he happily shook his rattles and hugged his dolly while the crowd looked on. A girl stood up about 20 yards away. “Girls! I don’t believe it! You know Tom from our class?” The other girls started to look around wondering why she was so interested in boring old Tom but all they could see was this enormous baby girl. Wait, what was that on the breast plate?
The four girls from his class came over with mouths agape. Tom saw them and gleefully shook his rattle at them. “Mrs Gordon”, one of the girls addressed her. “Why is Tom dressed as a baby girl?” “That looks like a real nappy!” one of the other noticed. “Why not?” his mother responded. “Doesn’t he look happy?” “Well yes, but…” She didn’t know what else to ask.
One of the other girls looked more closely. “Is that a damp patch on his tights?” His mother looked where she was pointing. “Oh dear. Sweetie, why didn’t you say you were wet?” She reached for the changing bag. The girls put their hands to their mouths. Tom had actually wet his nappy and his mother was obviously going to change him here right in the middle of the park!
As his mother got into position, Tom looked a trifle miffed at the interruption to his play but otherwise showed no particular sign of concern having his nappy changed in the middle of a busy park and in front of four girls from his class.
“Can we help?” the girls asked, now wanting to be part of this spectacle. “Sure” his mother responded. Could you fetch those wipes for me please? The girls knelt down around Tom as his frilly nappy cover was pulled down and then his pink tights. They could now see his soggy nappy through the clear plastic pants.
His mother did most of the necessary not wanting to let the girls near his boy parts but when he was turned over asked “anyone like to powder his bottom?” She was almost killed in the stampede. Just wait until the others hear about this, all the girls thought. His mother smiled thinking – he’s not going to want to go back to school now. He’ll have to accept being kept at home in the nursery, in his pretty dresses.
His mother took out a clean pair of pink tights. “Oh can we?” “Sure!” Two of his classmates delighted in pulling the pink tights over his feet and up his legs and over his nappy. He resumed his play as soon as his tights and nappy cover were restored as if everything was fine. The girls went back to their spot and started making calls.
As the afternoon wore on the taste started to wear off his soother. Tom gradually became aware that he was sitting in the middle of a public park in a pink baby dress, matching bonnet, pink tights and obvious nappy underneath. He noticed the plastic bag tied up with a soggy nappy in it. He remembered now having his nappy changed. Did that happen in front of girls from his class or did he dream that?
Other girls from his class were approaching, laughing. He turned to his mother and spat out the soother. “mbick goobywalla”. The girls burst out laughing. “He talks like a baby too.” Tom sniffled and pushed his soother back in, desperate for some good feelings but it was wearing off.
His tummy rumbled. Oh no! He spat out the soother again. “NGA MOOBY ALLA” His mother looked puzzled and went back to her book. He desperately wanted to go before he soiled his nappy.
He turned over on his knees and froze. The girls heard the poo slushing into his nappy. “Oh my gawd!” They covered their noses with their hands and scampered away laughing.
His mother looked up. “I’m afraid I don’t have another clean nappy, we’d better get you home.” So Tom stood up gingerly feeling his mess shift in his nappy. Everyone looking on knew he had soiled his nappy and could only babble baby talk. His mother seemed to take ages putting on his harness as he shifted from one foot to the other trying to find the least icky way to stand.
He was mortified waddling through the crowd in the park, everyone knowing he was a boy dressed in his pink baby dress, matching bonnet and nappy cover, pink tights, controlled in a baby harness, suc-king on a soother, having just soiled his nappy and until a few minutes ago happily playing with rattles in front of everyone and only able for baby talk.
He tried to hurry along but his mother kept a firm hold on his harness and was in no rush. He suc-ked his soother desperately hoping for some of that happy effect although, look where that got him – out in public with everyone thinking he was delighted being kept as a baby girl using his nappy.
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