16. A PLAYPEN FOR DAISY
Daisy's mind was still reeling from the journey home sat in her child's safety seat and her brain buzzed with the sound of nursery rhymes and lullabies which kept playing in her head long after she had been disconnected as the gentle mental push he had received began to take hold. Her rectum had taken quite a beating from her butt plug as she bounced about all the way home and she was feeling most uncomfortable in her squelchy nappies. She couldn’t imagine her mother spending money on a child's seat for a single journey. Hence her unpleasant realisation that she would be giving it plenty of use, just like everything else that had been bought for her that morning.
Little did she realise just how prominently it would feature in her life for the next six weeks as she embarked on her regular outings and it simply became another example of a life that was taking an all together different direction than the one he started on that very morning. She'd undergone such radical changes in her appearance and intended lifestyle that she could never have envisioned having to prepare herself for the trauma she was experiencing. Just as she thought she'd got a grip of things something else was thrown into the mix that distanced her still further from her former self, and with each twist and turn it was making it increasingly difficult for her to extricate herself from the imposition of the infantile reality which was quickly overwhelming her
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Daisy squealed into her pacifier, and not in joy, as she was confronted by the very nightmare she desperately hoped wasn't going to become a reality. It was further confirmation of her new status imposed on her by others against her will. "When will it end" she wondered, and would she still be able to function as a boy when it was all over or would she be forever a sissy or worse. Visions of becoming a Marilyn clone flashed before his eyes where he too was compelled to wear a firm control padded girdle and tight laced heavily boned waist reducing corset, so she too could present herself in an alluring manner for her boyfriend. She shuddered in fear at the prospect. He imagined himself wearing a calf length hobble skirt with huge fur hem that he could barely walk in that forced him to wiggle with every step and short fitted jacket with a large fur peplum and huge fur shawl collar and fur cuffed sleeves that reached half way up to his elbows, and a cute pill box hat crammed on his head at a jaunty angle, reminiscent of a 1930's sex kitten that could be seen in films of the era that had occasionally watched on TV. And let's not forget his ubiquitous fur muff. He could just imagine the reception he would get from everyone and tried not to tear up in despair. But there were more pressing matters to be dealt with first.
"Uh 'ay'eh!" she squealed again. She was appalled, all this time she had been holding onto the thought that it was just a bluff on Irene Craddock's and her mother's part solely to torment her, but even that had been stripped from her now leaving her with only the torments of his impending humiliations in its confinement.
"Well of course a playpen. Isn't it magnificent?" His mother confirmed. "You wanted a playpen you got a playpen. Happy now!?" Daisy's current demeanour could hardly be called happy. "For as long as it is in this house you will be its cheerful little occupant and always suitably attired in your prettiest little dresses worn with lots of nappies and plenty of frills during your residency. You will want to look your prettiest when people come to call." He was crushed by her words. "And I am sure it will provide you with the perfect setting to express your newly acquired baby behaviour skills, courtesy of your little Miss Muffet's classes, which I expect you to integrate fully into your daily routine." Daisy wasn't at all thrilled by her mother's announcement. He couldn't believe just how easily he had been suc-ked in and forced to participate in this awful charade.
"You've only got yourself to blame. If you hadn’t given Irene the excuse to buy you the damned thing you wouldn’t have had to come out the closet as a wannabe toddler in order to explain your current predicament, and we could have had you washed and changed by now, and no one would have been any the wiser. But the moment she saw your protest she just had to buy it for you to ensure your transition. She knew exactly what would happen. Where there's a playpen there's a baby not far away and lucky you, you're it! There is going to be no hiding from it now."
"She knew you would hate it which was one of the reasons why she was eager to buy one for you but the best way to ensure she bought one was simply imply it was too expensive for her to purchase. Having bought it she knew full well you would be obliged to use it. We couldn't take a chance of you not playing in it just in case she called. Which she will and frequently just to check on your progress and that you have everything you need to make your confinement a lasting and enjoyable experience. It would be impossible to explain your playpen away, with you sat in there resplendent in all your lovely toddler wear as anything other than a sissy's wet dream, and if by chance you were to pee your nappies that would be all the confirmation needed to show just how comfortable you are with your surroundings, and word about your new preferences would spread like wild fire." And that was precisely what he was afraid of.
"So what with eating, sleeping and playing baby as well as the time you're going to be spending at the crèche I really don't think you'll have much time left to be free of your nappies, not if you continue to use them as you have been doing. Sorry darling did I forget to mention there's a feeding chair waiting for you in the dinette and a baby crib up in your bedroom, that is until mommy can get a proper nursery set up for you. Won't that be nice? Aren't you a lucky little sissy? So I thought you might prefer it if we just keep you in your dresses for the duration and you will only have to concentrate on a singular role which will be less confusing for you and less chance of you having a mistake in your pants if we keep you permanently in your nappies now that you've earned the right to wear them. Besides it will be so much easier for you to project a convincing image of a sissy toddler if you're fully dressed and maintaining your infant like behaviour at all times." It looked rather like Daisy was going to be living the dream. "How does that sound?"
"Nnnunnpphhh" shrieked Daisy in protest. But her mouth was under firm control so the volume fell considerably short of the sentiment.
"You'll soon become accustomed to being confined in it and to crawling about on the floor; it will be your preferred method of getting around from now on." He looked at her incredulously, surely she was joking wasn’t she? Hadn't she done enough to him already? "Don't look so grumpy it comes with the territory. If you're using a playpen I see no problems about you crawling on the floor like the baby you're emulating. You're merely exercising age appropriate behaviour. You're a self proclaimed sissy now Daisy an ardent follower of baby and toddler fashion and lifestyle, you have the magazine orders to prove it, so it's only to be expected that you'll crawl. Consequently I want to see you put all your effort into it we have a reputation to build for you, don't we darling? It's not as if crawling is really challenging a genuine baby can manage it after all so you should have no problems. Don't knock it until you've tried it. You never know you might actually enjoy the experience."
"I suppose we should start as we mean to carry on. Now I know you'll want to put some practice in so you don’t look like a rank amateur when your brother and sister come home later so I want to see you on your hands and knees and demonstrate how you crawl." Daisy was less than eager to demonstrate her mobility skills. "You astound me Daisy you'll happily flail your arms and stamp your feet having a toddler tantrum but you won't get down on the floor and crawl like one. The back of your legs must be really tender you wouldn’t want another hard spanking would you?"
He understood being paddled only too well and wanted no more of it so he swallowed his pride in one large gulp and hit the floor in double quick time. "Good, from that position you'll get a whole new perspective on your world as a baby. I will expect proper baby like behaviour from you at all times especially in front of your siblings I don’t care how embarrassed or humiliated you might be it will be excellent practice for you."
"Remember it's important for you to convince everyone by your behaviour that this is the sort of boy you are now." Daisy was revolted by what his mother expected of him and began blubbering at being told he was to give up his boyhood for this.
The only good thing to come from the experience was his hands were released from his muff. But crawling on the floor was the most humiliating and demeaning thing he had been made to experience so far. His only consolation was his brother and sister weren't there to see him, otherwise it would have been truly mortifying. "Faster darling" his mother called "that's so good you're a natural we must show your brother and sister when they get home. If you're going to be like this for the next 6 weeks you'll want you to put on a good show it's very important that you convince everyone of your sincerity."
His mother thought it hilarious when his dress and petticoats flopped up over his shoulders exposing the entirety of his horrendously frilly panties of his romper from his crotch to his shoulder blades. "You know your brother is going to love seeing you flashing your panties like this. I'm sure it will do wonders to improve your relationship with him." Daisy couldn't agree more… not! But couldn’t come up with a suitable way of expressing the sentiment, with her limited range of movements and her almost nonexistent vocal ability.
She continued to crawl awkwardly across the floor struggling to stop her knees, so widely splayed, from slipping from under her. He hated everything that was happening to him with a passion but yet complied with all his mother's instructions on how to humiliate and embarrass himself to her exacting standards he was complicit in his own emasculation and feminisation and could do nothing to stop it. His 10 days in nappies had been extended to six weeks in toddler wear without a 'by your leave' he was furious at his mother's casual disregard for his feelings on the matter, and if she insisted he behave like a toddler people would think he really was one. It was just too much, and he tried to tell her so.
Finally he stopped at the gateway to his playpen reluctant to go further. He really didn’t want to enter his playpen. Crossing the threshold on his hands and knees seemed like he was giving his tacit approval to his confinement within and all that it symbolised, and that he would be ready and willing to embark on whatever plan of action she had to turn him into a more convincing little sissy.
Timidly he crawled in, with threats of a spanking if he didn't hurry, just to add the necessary incentive.
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