14B. PANSY PARADE continued
That familiar sensation resurfaced again and Daisy clenched as hard as she could against it hoping she could drive it away but it refused to go. Despite his intense desire to relieve himself he still found it difficult to let go. It was a deep rooted psychological thing. He had been taught from a young age that wetting ones underwear was wrong. You got your bottom smacked for that and he couldn’t reconcile his current state of being a younger representation of his teenage self and therefore it was ok to pee his nappies. It was expected that he would pee his nappies that was why he was wearing them and they were worn in such a manner that he no option but to wet them. But he still found it hard to relax and let it go. A few seconds later his bladder began to release a steady flow into his nappies he was dancing frenetically on the spot frantically shaking his muff in extreme distress, and making childish noises forcing them out around his mouth shield.
He could feel the warmth of his discharge seep higher and higher up his pelvis and around his bottom before it got wicked away into the interior of his nappies leaving him wet and clammy with tears in full flow. It took a few moments for his audience to realise what had just happened and when they did they burst into laughter at his distress forcing more tears from the already distraught toddler. He felt so ashamed but also felt a deep sense of relief. His first hurdle was over, wetting himself, and his nappy hung heavy on his waist with the weight of his deluge to prove it. The initial warmth of his discharge soon gave way to an uninviting chill and sogginess around his loins. His rubber pants performed perfectly just as predicted one pair keeping all the wet on the inside and the second pair keeping him dry on the outside.
For the first time that morning he was actually glad he was wearing nappies and rubber pants if for the only reason that he hadn't left any evidence behind this time that he had actually wet himself for the third time so far, if you counted the use of his potty whilst in the store. It was just unfortunate that he couldn't hide his accident from the large group of admirers he had collected.
He had successfully completed his rite of passage by soaking his nappies and was now officially a teenage toddler and a nappy user, and now that he had broken the ice so to speak she expected great things from him in the future.
She was jubilant at his first wetting. His mother praised him profusely for wetting himself and telling him what a clever little baby he was and how well prepared she was for any future accidents she might have in her nappies. No doubt it would be one of many such events. Daisy would get used to it eventually by which time her wetting would be so routine it would pass unnoticed by her and she would for all purposes be quite incontinent and so thoroughly deserving of being confined in her nappies and toddler dresses. "Well there is nowhere to change you so you'll just have to deal with it." Daisy miserably adopted a wet nappy waddle. "Its best you're prepared for such eventualities. That’s why we have you wearing so many nappy and soaker sets, and aren't you glad of it? They're good for at least 2 more full bladder wettings before you really need changed." His cold wet nappies were uninviting and the prospect of having to go home in them brought him to tears again.
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Meanwhile Jonathon had arrived home in the nick of time. He had barely opened the door when the delivery van arrived and three men began to unload and carry multiple boxes into the house. "Where would you like it assembled?" asked one of them.
"Oh! At the back of the sofa in the family room, where there's no view of the TV. Please."
"And the other items?"
"Other items?"
"Yeah, there's a high chair and a cot, where do you want those?"
Jonathon could not contain himself any longer and he burst out laughing as he imagined the spectacle of his older brother sat in a high chair. It was just too funny. He really ought to text his sister.
Daisy's mother just knew that Irene and her daughter would seize any opportunity to visit Daisy to ensure she was getting the most out of her playpen. Which would mean Daisy would have to be seen to be in residence and making use of all its facilities at all times for fear of being caught out. Daisy would have no choice but to perpetuate the myth that she was indeed a sissy, compelling her to play the part convincingly for at least the next six weeks, procuring his place in the family hierarchy as an effeminate sissified toddler and she would need to see that Daisy received all the necessary training to facilitate that continued belief, there was no way to avoid it. Unless of course Daisy was sent to Crèche to keep her out of the Craddock's manipulative ways, only to be swept up in the Crèche's own subtle training programmes which would instil upon him behaviour appropriate for a teenage toddler. Either way her son would not be coming out of this unscathed. "It's all that bloody woman's fault." She felt bad about it but only because the woman had bested her.
The whole episode had taken on a new dimension since Irene Craddock had become involved. It was if a vendetta existed between them no longer was it about seeing David home that had changed even through his mothers agenda but now it had grown into something more. It was almost as if they were competing with one another over who could turn Daisy into the most complete sissy first irrespective of the boy's desire.
But what to do with Daisy? It was the hardest decision she had had to make, choosing just which courses to enrol him on.
She made the call and booked Daisy six fun filled weeks of intensive training at Little Miss Muffet's Summer School and in doing so had condemned her son to permanent confinement in toddler wear for summer break. There would be no chance for him to express himself as a boy for the entire period of his confinement which would give him an excellent opportunity to concentrate his efforts into becoming a consummate sissy."
She looked at Daisy before breaking the news to her. "Okay Daisy everything has been arranged. Jonathon will call me when your playpen arrives and sees to its assembly so it will be ready and waiting for you when you get home. That's kind of him isn't it? We didn't want you to be disappointed we knew just how eager you must be to get settled right in and make it your own. And I've taken the liberty of enrolling you in Summer School for the next six weeks. You start on Monday." Daisy was in shock he couldn’t believe that his life could be turned around so radically in such a short space of time. "I'm sure you're going to make lots of new friends there. Isn't this exciting? Summer School and your own playpen, what a lucky little sissy you are. I can't wait to see you all safely tucked away inside, you're going to look sooo cute."
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