Under 12s

[DaraJaney]

Later on Kate brought his baby bottle to him in his high chair.  As she went to put the teat in his mouth she accidentally squeezed the bottle and some milk squirted out.  It missed her apron and stained her blue dress.  "No!"  she shouted.  "I'll never get that out unless I run it under a tap immediately."

She scampered out of the room in her heels and Joe was unsure whether to continue feeding himself the bottle or wait to be fed.  In the end he waited patiently, listening to the sound of the tap running.

A few minutes later she shouted in "I'll be back to continue feeding you now, don't worry."  Joe heard the heels coming and she walked in wearing only her bra, panties and stockings and suspenders.  Joe immediately squirmed as his arousal was cut off.

Seeing his discomfort she looked down at her lingerie and shrugged.  "I suppose you can't be naughty now anyway."  She came over and took his bottle and pushed the teat into his mouth.  Her bra was quite low cut and it was torture for him to suc-k on the teat while the real thing was so close.  She finished feeding him his mush before going off to put on a clean dress.

That evening in his cot it was all too fresh in his mind.  He squirmed for hours as the recollection of her in the nanny's uniform, bending over showing a stocking top, appearing in her bra and panties and feeding him from the bottle as her ample bosom heaved beside him.  But he could feel nothing.  He kicked his feet in his sleeper in frustration.

His mother and Aunt returned from their weekend very pleased with themselves.  They resumed their baby care duties.  His mother was changing Joe before bed.  As he lay naked there she examined his chastity device.  "I hear this did its job."  Joe just suc-ked on his soother and looked forward to her removing the uncomfortable device.  He'd be able to recollect everything with Kate later in his cot and get some nice erections.

But she reached for a clean nappy and started pinning him into it.  "Nnnnggggghhhh!" he protested.  "I think we'll leave that on you permanently.  Babies shouldn't be getting erections", she told him.  Joe blubbered as he was buttoned into his pink sleeper.  He could remember Kate in her lingerie perfectly but could get no arousal with that damn device.

He was put into his cot and started tossing and turning trying to forget about Kate's stockings and high heels without much success.

A few days after his mother and Aunt returned, the garbage men came to the back gate as usual to take away the household waste.  Joe could see out the window from his play pen.  A man picked up the black plastic rubbish bag his mother had left out for them.  He knocked against the door of the shed accidentally as he turned to go.  The shed door swung open behind him.  The black plastic bag with Joe's clothes in it fell out onto the footpath.  "Nnnngggghhh!"  Joe was concerned.

The man went out the gate and another man came in.  He saw the black plastic bag on the path and went to take it.   "NNNNGGGGGHHHH!"  Joe's baby groan couldn't be heard outside.  Where was his mother?  He grabbed the bars of his pen.  "NNNGGGGHHHH!"

He watched in horror as the man took the bag and turned towards the gate.  His mother came into the nursery.  "What's wrong sweetie?"  Joe pointed desperately towards the bin men.  She looked out and saw the shed door open and the black plastic bag being taken away.  "Oh dear!"

The garbage lorry could be seen over the garden fence.  The plastic bag was lobbed into the back of it and the crusher came down and swallowed it irrevocably.  "Nnnngggghhhh!"  His mother just smiled at him.  "Lucky you still have your four baby dresses!"  "Nnggghhh!" 

Joe now had no boy's clothes to ever change into.  He had an ample supply of baby dresses as she'd helpfully pointed out.  When was he ever going to get out of nappies? Then he realised that he was wetting his nappy.  He looked down in shock.  His mother noticed.  "Oh sweetie, have you wet your nappy accidentally?"  She sounded quite pleased.  He just looked up and sniffled.  It was enough to confirm it.  "Well you clearly need to wear nappies now dear anyway."  She walked off quite unconcerned leaving Joe to consider an indefinite future in nappies and baby dresses.

He also realized that it had never occurred to him to speak during that emergency situation.  He just suc-ked on his soother and groaned and whimpered like a baby.  He started blubbering at the realization of how he was now becoming just like a baby, wetting his nappy involuntarily and not speaking.  He was so upset he suc-ked on his soother for comfort.  Realising that just made him feel even more babyish.  But he desperately wanted to suc-k on his soother so he did anyway.

[DaraJaney]

That evening it was agreed that Kate could now move in permanently since Joe was going to be staying in his nursery for the foreseeable future.  Workmen were brought in.  The word "Nursery" was carved into the door permanently and painted with bright pastel colours.  He could hear other work going on outside but wasn't sure what was happening.  Nobody told the baby anything.

The next day a large stroller was wheeled into the nursery.  "Now!  We can bring you down to the park regularly!" his mother told him delightedly.  Joe winced.  He didn't want to be brought out in public.  But nobody asked his opinion.  Yet again, the surprise caused him to wet his nappy.

When his mother had cleaned him up she took a different type of nappy from a wrapper.  It was much thicker than his usual nappy.  "We'll just put you in this for the trip to the park", she told him and she pushed his legs wide apart to accommodate the thicker nappy.  "We'd like to bring a picnic and stay all day.  You've just had a bottle so you'll wet yourself again soon.  I don't want to have to change you in the park so I'm putting you in this thicker more absorbent nappy.  You'll be able to wet yourself several times in this."  She said this as if it was the greatest thing ever.  Joe certainly wasn't looking forward to wetting the same nappy several times.

The nappy forced his legs wider apart.  It soon disappeared beneath larger plastic pants, his tights and his nappy cover just about fitted over.  When he got down from the changing table he could only barely waddle across the room.  Kate walked in and beamed as she saw his even more babyish walk.  Just then Joe reckoned it was probably easier to crawl and so went down on his knees and did just that.  That only made them more delighted as his very thickly nappied bottom wiggled behind him.

They helped him into his new stroller.  He was firmly strapped in.  The last strap came up between his legs and pulled his petticoats up against his chest exposing the front of his frilly nappy cover.  He was left facing himself in the mirror for a few minutes seeing how the world was about to see him.  He pawed at his petticoats hoping to push them down and cover the front of his nappy cover to redeem some dignity.  But how much dignity did this twelve year old boy have, being wheeled out in public in a stroller wearing a pink frilly baby dress with layers of petticoats, matching bonnet and nappy cover, pink tights and booties, suc-king on a big soother?

His nappy changing bag was slipped under the back of his stroller even though they weren't planning to change him in the park. It would tell everyone that he was actually using his nappy.  The baby bottle in the side pocket would confirm that he was being bottle fed too.

He was pushed towards the front door.  There was nothing he could do to stop his latest humiliation, being firmly strapped into the stroller.  The door was opened and he was pushed out.  Now he could see what building work had been done.

A concrete ramp had been built to the side of the steps so they could wheel him in and out easily in his stroller.  Another had been built by the steps at their gate.  Joe realized that permanent alterations had been made to the house to accommodate the big baby.  He realized that he wasn't getting out of nappies and baby dresses any time soon.

As he was wheeled down towards the busy main road he realized that he was filling his nappy already.  Then his tummy rumbled.  Oh no!  He wanted to ask to go back to the house but he wasn't allowed speak and nobody would listen to him anyway.

On the main road people stopped and stared at the extraordinary sight.  Joe tried to ignore the looks and concentrate on his soother.  Then he remembered that the route to the park would take him by his old school.

He tried to figure out what time of day it was.  There was no clock in his nursery and he could only judge time by his feedings.  He figured that the children would be in class at this time.

As they approached the school gates he could see that there were no children in the playground.  He breathed a little easier.  He could hear times tables being chanted in one of the classrooms.

Then a bell rang.  He froze.  It was the end of a class.  He desperately hoped that it wasn’t break time.  Then there was the sound of children pouring out into the playground.  He wet his nappy again.

[DaraJaney]

Joe cringed as his mother stopped to talk to the children.  She turned his stroller towards the school wall so they could get a really good look.  Joe tried to push his petticoats down but the straps prevented him.

"Look at the big baby!"  "He’s wearing a big thick nappy, ha, ha, ha!"  "And look at those pink tights!"  "And his frilly nappy cover!  Oh my God!"  "The bonnet is just hilarious!"  Joe sniffled and suc-ked on his soother.  "And he’s suc-king on his soother!  What a big baby!"  They roared laughing.  He was well strapped into his stroller and there was absolutely nothing he could do except sit there and listen to the jibes.

Then the head mistress, Mrs Lee, came over.  "Oh isn't it lovely to see little Joe again?" she teased.  "You should bring him to the school for a proper visit" she suggested to his mother.  "I'm sure the girls in the Domestic Skills class would love to look after him for a day."  "That's a great idea", his mother responded.  Joe winced as he felt more wee leaking into his nappy.  A whole day at school in his baby dress having his nappy changed by school girls!

With that prospect running around in his head his mother finally turned his stroller from the park and the voices behind trailed off.  "Oh my God, did you see that!"  "Can’t believe he’s being kept in nappies and baby dresses all the time!"  "And did you see the changing bag and bottle?"  "Yes, he’s obviously using his nappies and being bottle fed, ha, ha, ha!"  "A total baby!"

The park almost seemed like a relief after that.  His mother steered him towards the playground.  Joe suc-ked on his soother and looked at the swings and climbing frames that he used to spend a lot of time on.  Not so much in recent years, but he would give anything to be able to go on them again - not in his nappy and baby dress though.

In the corner of the playground was a railed off area for toddlers.  He realised that his mother was bringing him there.  He winced when he saw several mothers and their little charges.  Everyone stopped what they were doing when Joe was wheeled into sight.  Mothers’ jaws dropped on seeing the teenage baby in the big pink frilly dress with layers of petticoats.  The obvious big thick cloth nappy underneath.  Even the hyperactive toddlers stopped what they were doing and looked on in puzzlement. 

His mother opened the gate into the toddlers’ area and pushed his stroller in, closing the gate behind them.  She undid the straps holding him in the stroller and pulled him up to his feet.  Joe finally was able to push his petticoats down but they didn’t cover his frilly nappy cover anyway.

Toddlers looked at their mothers wondering what this was all about.  They’d never seen such an old child in a nappy and baby clothes before.  Their mothers couldn’t help themselves and started to snigger.  The toddlers followed their lead and giggled and pointed at the big baby.  Joe wanted to get away from them.  He looked back at the gate in the railings and realised that there was no way he could open it with the mittens so he was stuck here.

Then it finally struck one mother.  "Oh is this the boy from the advertisement?"  "That’s a boy?!" another one responded, looking at the frilly pink dress, pink tights and frilly nappy cover in a new light.  "Oh my God!"  She couldn’t help roaring laughing.  Joe just sighed heavily.

So he had to endure another round of humiliation.  They too noticed the changing bag and baby bottle and commented to each other how it was obvious that he was a complete baby.  Joe could only stand there waiting for it all to be over.

He looked around at the playground furniture.  There was a see-saw.  It wouldn’t be very well balanced with him on one end and a toddler on the other!  "Why don’t you play on the rocking horse?" his mother suggested.  He waddled over and threw a leg over it.  The horse was on springs and it rocked around while Joe clung on as best he could with his padded mittens.

His mother got talking to the other mothers.  "My Jimmy has progressed to pull ups", one of them told her and Jimmy looked very proud of himself.  "Who’s a big boy then", Joe’s mother complimented him.

Jimmy looked over at Joe.  "But he is wearing a nappy!"  "That’s right", she confirmed, "Baby Joe has no control and needs to wear nappies all the time."  Joe sniffled and suc-ked on his soother.  Jimmy gave him a pitying look.

"That must be an old-style cloth nappy", Jimmy’s mother observed.  "That’s right.  An extra thick nappy for his trip to the park.  He had a bottle before leaving so I’m sure he’s probably wet himself by now.  Is that right sweetie?"  Joe just looked down in embarrassment unable to count the number of times he’d wet himself since leaving the house.

The ladies chatted away while Joe rocked on his horse.  A little girl approached him.  "I think your dress is very pretty."  Joe grimaced.  He wished she would go away.  Then her nose twitched.  "Mummy, the big baby has done poo-poos!"

Joe just sniffled an admission.  "Oh dear!" his mother sighed.  "I was hoping not to have to change him here."  "There’s a baby changing room in the public toilets over there", the other mother pointed out.

The toddlers held their noses while Joe very gingerly dismounted from the rocking horse.  His mother led him quickly towards the baby changing room and he had to waddle along with the poo sloshing around in his enormous nappy.

[DaraJaney]

As Joe and his mother emerged from the baby changing room a lady passed by.  She was clearly shocked to see such a large child in such a babyish outfit and then noticed the obvious thick nappy.  His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder and the lady further raised her eyebrows at the clear evidence that the child was actually using a nappy.  Joe just sighed yet again.

They returned to the playground and Joe was strapped into his stroller.  His mother made him wave to the toddlers as they left.  He hoped she would head for home but wasn't surprised when she started on the long circular path around the park perimeter.

Each time somebody approached from the other direction he desperately hoped his mother would take a side path but inevitable she pushed him right past another onlooker and he had to squirm under their astonished gaze.  Occasionally they met another stroller.  The babies would look up to their mother and point at Joe and laugh.  "Yes that's a very big baby!"

Frequently they wanted to engage his mother in conversation.  "My goodness what a pretty baby!"  Then looking down below Joe's baby dress "Is she really using nappies?"  "Yes HE is."   "HE?!  My goodness.  You'd never have thought!"  She'd look down at his pink tights and frilly nappy cover and giggle.

They passed the football fields.  A boy's team from the school was out practicing.  Joe watched them running freely around the pitch and wondered when would he be able to play football again.  Not as long as he needed to use a nappy that was for sure.  Not as long as his mother kept him in pretty dresses and tights either.

"Would you like to watch the boys playing football for a while?" his mother asked.   "Nnnnnggggghhhh!" Joe declined.  He didn't want to get any closer and certainly didn't want to be left there in his stroller in full view of them.

But his mother pushed him towards the pitch anyway.  "Nnnngggghhhh!"   "Hey there's that sissy baby!"  Joe cringed.  Not again!  The boys ran over and laughed at Joe's baby dress and tights and bonnet and his thick nappy.  He just desperately wanted to get away but his mother seemed content to keep him there in the middle of the crowd of boys until they finally got tired of teasing him and returned to their game.

After a few more depressing minutes watching the boys run around after the ball, his mother finally pushed him on towards the pond.  There were more mothers and babies there feeding the ducks.  Joe braced himself as they all turned and took in the teenage boy in the pink frilly baby dress and nappy.

His mother pushed his stroller right into the middle of the line of strollers facing the pond and locked the wheels in place.  She strolled off to chat to some of the mothers.  The mother beside the stroller next to his tried to include him along with her baby in feeding the ducks.  "See the quack-quacks?" she asked in Joe's direction.  He cringed and just suc-ked on his soother.  She threw some bread at them.  "Does baby like quack-quacks?"  He was clearly going to have to answer.  He nodded.  "Good!  Baby loves quack-quacks!"  The real baby laughed and pointed at Joe's nappy.

Joe struggled against his straps to try to look behind and see where his mother was.  She was chatting away happily, secure in the knowledge that Joe was safe in amongst the mothers and babies.  How long was he going to have to endure this among the other babies.  He cringed.  "Other babies!"  He realised even he now thinking of himself as a baby now and them as the 'other' babies!  He had to stop thinking that way.

Eventually they ran out of bread for the ducks.  Joe was relieved that his mother returned but she pushed him off in line with the other mothers and babies in their strollers.

"Yes he has lost control and needs to wear nappies all the time now", she informed them.  Joe winced and looked either side to see that all the mothers were listening intently, largely ignoring their own babies as they pushed them along.

Finally they reached the side gate and the other mothers went to leave the park.  "Do you come down here every day?" his mother asked the others.  "Yes, when the weather is nice", they all nodded.  "Great!  I'm sure we'll see you again", his mother responded cheerfully.  "Yes we'd love to see Baby Joe here every day", they all giggled.  Joe wet his nappy again.

His mother made him wave at the mothers and babies as they left, all sniggering at the teenage boy in the pink baby dress and nappy.  "His pink tights are so cute!"  "Did you notice he actually nurses that soother?!"

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As agreed, the following Wednesday his mother pushed him down to school in his stroller.  His Aunt carried his play-pen and this was set up in the corner of the room dedicated to Domestic Skills.  Each class of girls would take turns looking after him throughout the day.

He played with his rattles and tinkling blocks while they practiced their cooking or sewing.  It wasn't long before he wet his nappy but he wasn't going to draw anyone's attention to it.  Eventually Marie Jones suggested sticking her finger under his plastic pants to investigate and found that he needed changing.

Joe suc-ked hard on his soother as he was led to the changing table and the class of a dozen girls gathered around eagerly.  He stared at the ceiling as his tights and nappy cover were removed before his soggy nappy was peeled off and he was exposed to the entire class.  Only the chastity device saved his complete exposure.  The girls were fascinated by it and poked it and turned it this way and that, tittering and giggling while his member pressed desperately against its barrier.

He desperately wanted his clean nappy on and his frilly nappy cover and tights pulled up back in place.  Then he waddled back to his play-pen.

The day was such a success that Mrs Lee agreed with his mother that he should spend every Wednesday in the school while she took the opportunity to have a day off shopping.  Joe dreaded the next Wednesday.

When his mother reached the school Mrs Lee revealed that the girls had made him a new baby dress.  "It's great", she enthused.  "We've had terrible trouble getting the girls interested in sewing and dress making but they really took to this project with great enthusiasm".

Joe looked at his new baby dress which was held up by two pupils.  "Baby Joe" was embroidered across the chest of his dress.  The bonnet was the largest he had worn yet.  His arms rested on a mountain of petticoats when he had it on.  The girls had made bloomers that went down to his ankles and were covered in layers of two-inch lace all the way down.  In the centre of his bottom they had sewn in a big pink heart and his dress was short enough to ensure that everyone could see it.

Once he was buttoned into his new baby dress, his bonnet was securely tied under his chin and his bloomers were pulled up over his nappy, two girls took him by the arms and led him out of the changing room.

All the other pupils were in the hall for morning assembly.  He realized that he was being brought towards the stage.   "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"  But the girls had a firm grip on him.  His fleecy booties just slid along the polished floor when he tried to dig his heels in.

They walked him out onto the stage in front of the whole school.  "Haven't the Year 8 girls done a wonderful job with Joe's new baby dress?"  Mrs Lee announced into the microphone.  Joe wanted to push his petticoats down because those at the front were looking up his dress on the stage but the girls had a firm grasp of his arms.  "And the Year 9 woodwork class have made him a new play pen!"  Joe realized he was being walked towards a pink wooden play-pen at the edge of the stage.  "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"

One girl opened the side bars and smiled as Joe was pushed into the play-pen.  She closed the bars behind him and dropped the latch.  Mrs Lee started the singing of the school song.

Joe flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom and had no choice but to sit in his play-pen in front of everyone on the stage while assembly continued.  He tried to ignore the grinning faces looking up at him from the front rows.  It was going to be a long day.

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Later on, the Year 7 girls were gathered around him for his first nappy change.  Lizzie Walker was chosen to wipe him clean with baby wipes.  Then he was instructed to turn over.

He lay on his front with his bottom in the air and looked up at the smiling faces of the girls facing him.  He suc-ked hard on his soother and they tittered.  "Now I'm going to demonstrate how to take baby's temperature."  Joe remembered how uncomfortable it was to have a thermometer jammed under your tongue.

His head jerked up and he almost chewed off his soother as the rectal thermometer was pushed into his anus.  The girls all laughed.  "Now you'll each get a chance to practice this when it's your turn to change Baby Joe's nappy."  Joe whimpered through his soother as he counted in his mind how many girls were in this class.  Must be at least twenty.  And there were at least six different year groups to think of.  He was about to cry when the thermometer was withdrawn from his rectum with a suc-king sound that made all the girls go "Ew!"

The following week the Domestic Skills girls and the woodwork class had combined to produce a bassinet for Joe.  The wooden structure was finely balanced on curved supports that would allow it to rock when unlocked.  It was lined with thick pink fleecy material which was dripping with lace.  The curved top was also trimmed with thick lace.

The girls helped Joe step into the bassinet and made him lie back on the poufy pillows that propped him up in a reclined position.  The pillows were richly embroidered with flowers.

As Joe lay back he observed that the sides of the bassinet were low and he would have no difficulty getting out if he wished to.  But then two fleecy straps were drawn across his pink ankles just above his booties and buckled in place.  Lizzie Walker smiled at him as she drew a strap across his chest and buckled it at the side.   "Just so Baby is nice and safe in his new bassinet."  The girls placed a pink lace trimmed duvet over Joe and tucked it firmly down at the sides with his arms resting on top.

There was no way Joe could undo the buckles with his hands in the padded mittens.  His restraining straps were well hidden by the duvet so nobody would know that he was confined to the bassinet but would think that he was willingly reclining there.

Then to his surprise they wheeled the bassinet out of the room.  He wriggled as much as he could but it only confirmed that the straps held him firmly in the bassinet.  He was wheeled down the corridor and looked up suc-king on his soother at a succession of giggling faces as he was pushed along.

The girls pushed him out the door to the playground and positioned his bassinet just to the side of the door.  Lizzie tucked a large pink doll under his arm.  They stood back and admired Baby Joe who looked up angelically from within his lacey bonnet, framed beautifully by the curve of the top of the bassinet.  The pink frills on the frame of his bassinet rippled gently in the breeze as he clutched his dolly and suc-ked on his soother.

Then each of the girls whipped out their camera phones and snapped.   "Nnnggggghhhh!"  Joe wriggled in his bassinet again but it was pointless.  Propped up on his pillows he could only recline there watching the children run around the playground.

When the bell rang for the end of lunch, the various year groups lined up to re-enter the building in an orderly fashion.  Joe realised that if he was left in this position, they would all file past and have a good look at him.

"Nnnngggghhhh!"  He tried to lean forward and look around if any of the girls were there to bring him inside before he had to endure his exposition.  But they were all lining up.  He flopped back on his poufy pillows and lay there looking up while every face in the school passed by grinning at him in the middle of the pile of pink lace and frills.

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The hockey team decided that Joe would make a great mascot.  They had the Domestic Skills class make Joe yet another baby dress.  This one was made in the sky blue and white team colours.  Somewhere they had managed to find blue and white striped tights and they gave him a sky blue and white rattle to shake in support.

Before the match the Domestic Skills girls wheeled him in to the girls' sports dressing room.  The players all came in one by one and admired Joe's new dress and tights.  They then started to undress in front of him.  The captain looked momentarily concerned as she went to unbutton her school blouse but then said "of course, baby can't get any arousal can he?  So we're alright girls."  They tittered.

They all proceeded to undress in front of him.  Regular bras were pulled off and he sat suc-king desperately on his soother as sports bras replaced them.  Joe wriggled in discomfort as his member struggled unsuccessfully against the plastic tube.  He tried not to look at the semi-naked girls but they were all around him.

Eventually he was slightly relieved (though not in the way he wanted!) when they were all changed into their short pleated hockey skirts.  However, from his low position strapped into his stroller he could see up their short skirts.  “nnggghhh!”  It was such a torment.

He was pushed in his stroller to the pitch side where the opposing team all had a good look at him.  "Is this the boy from the ad?!"  "He's still in nappies and baby dresses?!"  "He needs to wear nappies all the time now", the captain helpfully informed them and they all sniggered.  "And is he kept in frilly baby dresses and tights all the time?!"  "No, no", the captain contradicted them and they looked momentarily disappointed.  "He sleeps in a pink footed onesie!"  They all laughed as poor Joe suc-ked on his soother.

Apart from the torments of his day a week at school, Joe had way too much time to think about his predicament.  Long days with nothing to divert him except stupid rattles and letter blocks.  Even longer nights squirming in his pink footed sleeper.  He couldn’t even entertain himself by recalling anything like the girls undressing for hockey as it just led to a dull uncomfortable feeling in the chastity device.

How long was he going to be kept like this?  Nobody ever mentioned any possible end to it.  He had no boy’s clothes – just a large range of pretty baby dresses all complete with matching bonnets and frilly panties and tights of every colour.  He needed to wear nappies all the time as he was unable to control his toilet.

His hands were kept constantly in the padded mittens making him completely helpless.  He couldn’t get out of his play-pen, his high-chair or his cot until somebody let him out.  He couldn’t feed himself and had to just sit there until his Mum or a schoolgirl fed him from his baby bottle or spoon-fed him from his plastic bowl.

He had to suc-k on a soother all day and was not allowed to speak.  He couldn’t ask how long was this going to last.  Any disobedience resulted in him being left in a dirty nappy for hours so he had to act like a good little baby all the time.  The concrete ramp outside the house told him that he was in nappies long term.

He presumed that when he reached the age of 18 he would have the right to demand an end to it.  But that was seven years away?!  The thought of being kept like this for so long made him feel ill.  What would his mind be like by then having had to act and be treated like a baby for so long?  Would he ever be able to regain control of his toilet?  What would he wear if his mother still refused him anything but baby dresses?

All he could do was try to distract himself from such thoughts by playing with his rattles and dolls and suc-king constantly on his soother for comfort.