Debt Collector - Part 6
Username: DaraJaney, Jan/6/2006 10:29:46 [-04]
Frank was thoroughly unhappy being kept as a baby girl, not surprisingly. One Saturday he was particularly depressed about his status. At lunchtime his Aunt told him that she thought he must be constipated or something and fed him a desert of stewed prunes. “You’ll have a bowlful of that with every meal now until you cheer up,” she told him.
Soon after, he produced a very messy and smelly nappy full. He tried to put on a more cheerful disposition. “That’s more like it,” she said. “Now if you’re a happy baby girl this afternoon you might just get a little reward.” She showed him a red lollipop and placed it on the tray in front of him. It was still in a plastic wrapper so he couldn’t have it unless she unwrapped it for him.
She put him in the pen and told him to play with his dolls. His diet had consisted almost entirely of warm milk and mushed vegetables for weeks now and the prospect of a lollipop was sufficient to make him pretend to be happily playing with his dolls all afternoon. He was duly rewarded and relished it.
She continued rewarding suitable little girl behaviour with sweets. But his frustration got the better of him on Sunday and he threw a brief tantrum with more pleading to be freed from his predicament. “Please! Please! Please Auntie. I can’t take this any longer.”
“Oh but you will just have to,” was her response and all he got out of it was another bowl of stewed prunes.
On Monday Jenny noticed his improved behaviour. When his Aunt returned in the evening she was given a glowing account of his day. He hadn’t grumbled once about his bottles or feeds and spent the day absorbed with his toys and picture books. He even avoided getting an erection when she changed him and was generally very co-operative. His Aunt gave him some Pavlova for desert.
The following Saturday morning his Aunt told him he was so good he could have an ice-cream of his choice. He bopped up and down excitedly like a real baby. She laughed. “Now we’ll have to put on your prettiest dress for the trip to the shops,” she said as she flicked through his dresses. He was shocked. She was going to take him out in public! He started to grumble about this. His Aunt grew cross. “Now don’t spoil it,” she warned. “You’ve been such a good baby girl. Anymore trouble and it’ll be stewed prunes for a week.”
Poor Frank didn’t know what to do. He desperately didn’t want to go out like this in public but he knew he was at her mercy and resistance was futile in the long term.
He just stood there and let her dress him in a peach taffeta dress that had three-inch lace trim around the neck, sleeves and hem. She put him in white tights before pulling up the matching bloomers that had three layers of the same lace down the legs, each trimmed with peach bows down the sides. Then she made him step into the four-layer organza petticoat and pulled it up under his dress. This dress came with a mop-cap style bonnet.
When she had buckled his t-bar shoes on, he thought he was done. But she produced a white leather harness, pulled it over his chest and arms and tightened it before buckling him in. He looked down at the thick strip of leather across his chest. It said “Baby Frank” in pastel multi-coloured letters. He looked up at his Aunt with an unmistakably pleading look on his face but she ignored it. He knew that any more dissent than that and it would be stewed prunes for him.
He wanted to cry as she brought him to the front door. His experience so far had been so humiliating but at least it had been all in private. How he was about to be paraded in front of the whole town and he had a fair idea what they would think about a sixteen year old boy in a nappy and frilly baby dress.
They weren’t gone a hundred yards when they met a lady. Her startled look was quickly replaced with a huge grin. “Who have we here, Julia?” she asked. Frank saw her scan his whole outfit from the bonnet down to his bloomers before her eyes fixed on the name on his harness. There was another startled look. “It’s a boy?!” Julia smiled proudly. “This is my nephew Frank.” He just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. The neighbour was bemused. She looked below his dress again. “Is he wearing a nappy?” Julia just nodded. Frank could do nothing but stand there suc-king on his dummy. “Why is he dressed like this? Is there a fancy dress party on somewhere?”
“No, Frank was unhappy as a boy and I discovered that he secretly liked frilly girly things so we decided to start him off again as a baby girl.” Frank looked at his Aunt in surprise. He couldn’t believe the lie she was telling but he knew he couldn’t contradict her so he just stood there and took it.
The neighbour looked at him expecting a denial of some sort and when it didn’t come she took it as confirmation of the truth. “My goodness!”
“We’d better move on”, his Aunt said to his relief. “I want to get to the shops and back before he wets himself, or worse.” Frank cringed. The neighbour was astonished again. “You mean he uses the nappies?!”
“Absolutely,” his Aunt confirmed, “he’s done everything in his nappies for a month or so now. He insists on being treated just like a real baby girl.” Frank was beside himself with frustration but knew that he would regret any dissent. “He spends his whole day in his play-pen and high-chair and sleeps in a cot. We have to spoon and bottle-feed him everything.” The neighbour stood there open-mouthed.
“Anyway we’d better get on,” his Aunt repeated and they finally did. But they met several others on their way. The bulge under his bloomers was so obvious that everyone asked immediately was he really wearing a nappy. Each person found a different thing most amusing – his bonnet or his bloomers or his tights. “I presume that’s a wig,” a woman asked on noticing his ringlets. “No, not at all, that’s his own hair.”
The shop was busy and a crowd gathered around the poor boy. His Aunt explained again to everyone that Frank wanted to be a baby girl and detailed to everyone exactly what that entailed.
When they finally got home, Julia asked if he was wet. Frank realised that his nappy felt wet and warm but he couldn’t remember when he had wet himself. But the unrefutable evidence was there. He had wet himself without even realising it. He started crying. His aunt was puzzled at this. “It’s alright, I’ll soon have you changed”. But she wondered why he was so upset at being wet – given that he should be so used to that by now.
Then she realised what it must be. “Did you wet yourself without realising it?” she asked. Frank nodded glumly, hoping that this development would make her realise just what she was doing to him. It became clear that she did. “Excellent,” she said and let the bawling Frank to his changing table.