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Tricked part 2. The sinister plans of Auntie
Auntie Caroline's regression treatment had worn
me down over the course of those first couple of weeks.
I fought it every step of the way but it was relentless,
I was in a situation I couldn't avoid. Just over two
weeks ago I was a happy contented teenager, a little
feminine and sensitive perhaps, and quite small for my
age, but none the less I was pretty normal. And now I
was living the life of a toddler, I was put to bed,
dressed, fed, bathed, and basically dominated to the
extreme. And above all else, I was now wearing nappies
I was only supposed to be living with her for
two weeks while my parents were on holiday, but one
morning she broke the news to me that my parents (For
reasons she didn't divulge) were having problems getting
out of Portugal, so my stay with her was to continue
until they could come home. So this meant that my baby
regime would continue.
One morning Auntie Caroline informed me that we
were going out for a picnic. Memories of our last picnic
together flashed through my mind, so I wasn't thrilled
at the idea, plus the last time we went out, although I
ended up wetting myself I wasn't actually wearing a
nappy, so this would be the first time I would leave the
house while wearing one, which filled me with an awful
dread. But, it was a beautiful day outside, the sun was
shining and it already felt really warm, and what choice
did I have anyway?
After breakfast, Aunty Caroline led me up to my
bedroom to get me ready, I was only wearing a nappy and
a T-shirt so it wasn't going to take long. She stood me
by my cot and removed my T-Shirt, then strangely she
picked up a pair of scissors and left the room and
returned just a minute later with a disposable nappy in
her hand. I looked over at the changing table and
wondered why she hadn't got one from there. Then she
took my hand and led me over to it, which confused even
more because I had already endured a nappy change before
breakfast, (I invariably woke up with a wet nappy these
days), and I was still dry.
“I don't need changing Auntie.” I exclaimed as
she lifted me up onto it.
“No questions Todd,” She replied. “You need to
look presentable when we go out.”
This reply raised even more questions than it
answered, and the word ‘Presentable’ both worried and
confused me. But I felt a little better after I had been
dressed, because Auntie Caroline had put a pair of
shorts on me which covered my nappy, so it didn't matter
if I wet my nappy while I was out because no one would
There was a beautiful bright blue sky when we
arrived at the park. Auntie Caroline took a large bag
from the boot of the car and casually swung it over her
shoulder before taking my hand and leading me towards
the shade of a huge tree. There were quite a few other
people and families sharing the park. It was a beautiful
place with acres of soft green grass and an ornamental
pathway which led to a large victorian house which was
now a cafe and museum. It was a lovely summers day,
people were sitting on blankets and some were playing
various games, and thankfully they were all too busy to
take any notice of us. Once Auntie Caroline had spread a
blanket on the grass, she gave me a bottle of her
delicious homemade juice to drink while she set out the
rest of our ‘Camp’ for the day.
“Once you've finished your drink you can go and
play if you like?” She said. “But if you do, stay in
sight of me please!” She added.
But to be honest, apart from reading there
wasn't much for me to do on my own, and although my
nappy wasn't that visible under my shorts, I still felt
a little self-conscious being out in public. But after
about an hour of reading my comics I did venture out a
few yards to follow a bumble bee that had landed on the
grass just in front of me. I was just crouching down
having a good look at it when I noticed that I had a
very sudden urge to wee, and although wetting my nappy
still felt abhorrent to me, the thought of doing it out
in the open around other people seemed far worse, so I
hurried back to the sanctuary of the blanket.
I sat next to Auntie Caroline as she was
reading her book and fought the urge as hard as I could.
My mind a muddled collection of worries, would I have to
endure the humiliation of a nappy change out here in the
open? Surely that wouldn’t happen? but if not here,
where? I felt another wave of pressure pulse through my
heavy bladder, and I just knew that I was not going to
be able to hold it off forever. I needed a distraction,
and luckily at that precise moment I heard the very
pleasant tones of an ice cream van nearby.
“Can I have an ice cream please Auntie?” I
Auntie Caroline put down her book and beckoned
me towards her. I tentatively stepped closer, wondering
what she was going to do.
“Let me just check you.” She said.
She reached forward with her hand and examined
my shorts around my bottom. I stood there nervously,
hoping that she wouldn't discover anything that would
lead to a nappy change. Then she slipped a few fingers
under the leg of my nappy. I felt almost violated as her
fingers felt around between my legs. Then she took a
quick glance at her wristwatch and with a wry smile
Within a matter of minutes, we were walking
hand in hand to the car park where the ice cream van had
stopped. A long queue had built up already, and I soon
discovered that standing still while were queuing wasn't
helping in my efforts to stop myself from weeing.
Frustratingly, the moment we joined the queue and came
to a stop those feelings began again.
I jiggled and fidgeted on the spot as we
waited, but the queue didn't seem to be getting any
smaller, and I grew more and more frustrated as I began
to lose the struggle. I squeezed Auntie Caroline's hand
as the feelings grew stronger and stronger. My bladder
was fit to bursting as I stood there with Auntie
Caroline. I wriggled my legs and squirmed with
frustration. My nappy rustling under my shorts.
“Keep Still Todd.” She exclaimed.
And then of course, just before it was our turn
to be served the inevitable happened. I could hold on no
longer. I had to release it, and within a millisecond it
gushed out of me into my nappy.
The feelings of relief far outweighed the fear
of discovery. But that didn't stop me from looking
around me to make sure, but luckily no one was staring
at me. I tried not to feel self-conscious as I waited
for the now familiar feelings of my nappy gradually
swelling and getting warmer, but this time there was
something else, and I was horrified to feel a trickle
running down my legs. I looked down and saw a huge wet
patch on my shorts, and a little rivulet of wee running
down my leg. I was mortified! How had this happened?
Wether it was perfect timing, or a sixth sense
I don't know, but just at that precise moment Auntie
Caroline looked down at my shorts too and saw what had
“Oh my!” She said, “What s happened here?” I
could only stammer as I tried to comprehend what had
happened. “your nappy is leaking!” She exclaimed, as she
crouched down in front of me to examine it.
I was so humiliated I began to cry. It felt
like the entire park was looking at me as Auntie
Caroline, right there and then, unbuttoned my shorts and
pulled them down over my nappy. With tears streaming
down my face, Auntie Caroline pulled my shorts off over
my feet, leaving me standing there with my nappy in full
“We’d better get you changed hadn't we?” she
said. And taking my hand, led me back towards our camp
under the tree.
The humiliation was unbearable as I was led
past the other people in the queue.
“Look Mummy, that boy is wearing a nappy!”
Whispered a little girl in a pink dress as we walked
Once we were back on our blanket, Auntie
Caroline took the opportunity to examine me thoroughly.
She knelt down in front of me and looked at my nappy,
turning me around occasionally to examine the back.
“These nappies aren't thick enough for you!”
She exclaimed. “I’ll have to speak to Sandy about
getting you some bigger ones won't I?” She added as she
continued to examine me.
Then, just as I thought my humiliation couldn't
get any worse, she reached into her bag and took out a
fresh nappy, some baby wipes and a bottle of baby
“No, not here Auntie!” I cried. “People will
“Don't be silly,” She said. “there s nothing
unusual about a baby having a nappy change. Now lie down
“No Auntie. Please!” I begged, my frustration
growing with every second. “please don't change me here,
I don’t want to wear nappies anymore, I don't want to be
a baby. Please Auntie!”
“Sshhh,” She said softly as she laid me down
onto the blanket. “we can’t have you sitting around in a
wet nappy all day can we?”
“But I don't want to wear a nappy anymore!” I
Auntie Caroline smiled down at me as she pulled
open the tapes of my nappy. Worriedly, I looked around
to see if anyone was looking. I felt an overwhelming
sense of humiliation as Auntie Caroline pulled my nappy
from beneath me. I looked down and just caught sight of
it as she rolled it up to dispose of it and I could have
sworn that I saw a slit had been cut into it.
But I had no time to dwell on it as my mind was
now filled with the dreadful realisation that, here I
was, a teenager, lying on a blanket, in a busy park,
with lots of people around, having my nappy changed.
The embarrassment and humiliation was
unendurable. I continuously looked around me as I lay
there, hoping against hope that no one could see me. I
looked down at Auntie Caroline, she was wearing a very
contended smile as she applied a baby wipe between my
legs. The sun was beating down on me as I lay there
wriggling and squirming. The baby wipe felt very cool
against my skin as she carefully wiped it around my
nether parts and around my bottom. I wriggled my legs
harder and whimpered as the humiliation increased.
Auntie Caroline looked up and smiled at me contentedly.
“Sshhh,” She repeated. “don't be such a silly
baby, there's no need to cry, no one's watching. Just
relax, I'll soon have you changed and then you can have
But I couldn't relax. My life was changing
faster than I could comprehend. It was being controlled,
manipulated and bent to the wishes and whims of a woman
who was determined that I was going to be her baby, and
I was powerless to stop it.
After Auntie Caroline had applied some cream,
she sprinkled a liberal amount of baby powder over me,
then she reached into her bag, and pulled out a
“I think you'd better get you home soon!” She
exclaimed as she opened it out in turn and placed it on
the blanket. “park your bottom here then Todd!” She
commanded. Patting the nappy with her hand.
I remained frozen to the spot, unable to
comprehend what was happening. The horror of enduring a
nappy change out in public was too awful, even though
right now I was totally naked except for my T-shirt.
“C’mon Baby!” She said impatiently, patting the
nappies once more. Finally my senses came back to me and
I edged forward and lowered myself onto it.
“Good Boy,” She said. As she brought it up
between my legs and pulled the tapes across. “nearly
Tears were welling up in my eyes again and I
continued to whimper as I felt the nappy tighten around
me. The plastic crinkling and rustling loudly as she
stuck the tapes down and ran her fingers over it. And
then finally, to add just a little more humiliation, she
popped a dummy into my mouth before sitting me up.
“There, that feels better doesn’t it?” She
I lay there on the blanket in the sunshine
utterly defeated. Auntie Caroline picked up my shorts
and examined them. And for a split second I thought with
relief that she was going to put them on me and cover my
nappy, but she then rolled them up and placed them in
The rest of our time in the park was
excruciating. I spent the entire time cowering on the
blanket next to Auntie Caroline, in fear of being seen.
I was constantly looking around me nervously to see if
anyone was looking at me. After a while we ate our
picnic and I attempted to carry on reading my comics,
but I couldn't concentrate. Then after a little while I
felt sleepy and had a snooze.
Things didn't improve even when it was time to
go, because I had to stand there in just my nappy and
T-Shirt, sucking my dummy while Auntie Caroline packed
up our things. And then of course we had to go back to
the car. Auntie Caroline as usual took my hand and
walked me back towards the carpark. My nappy was
rustling loudly and the bulge between my legs gave me a
pronounced ‘Waddle ‘as we slowly made our way past other
families on the way.
Once we were home I was allowed to watch TV, so
I curled up on the sofa and got comfortable. Auntie
Caroline turned on the TV for me and then gave me a huge
teddy. Without thinking, I put my arms around it and
cuddled it as the cartoon channel came on.
After a few minutes, Auntie Caroline came back
in carrying what looked like a folded white towel under
her arm, and then I noticed with horror that she was
also holding a pair of clear plastic baby pants and a
bottle of baby powder. My heart began to pound again as
I watched her place them on the living room floor in
front of me. Then she carefully spread the cloth nappy
out onto the carpet and folded it before scattering some
large nappy pins on the floor together with the bottle
of baby powder.Then she looked up at me with her hand
held out towards me.
“Come here Todd.” She beckoned.
“No, please Auntie,” I moaned. “I don't want a
“Come on,” She said, clicking her fingers. “you
can’t wear those nappies anymore, not until I get some
thicker ones from Sandy, they’re not big enough. We
don’t want anymore leaks do we?”
I hesitated, holding on tight to the teddy I
was given and looked in horror at the cloth nappy spread
out before me.
“Todd. If I have to come and get you I will
spank you before I change you, do you understand?” She
This was the first time she had ever threatened
me with a spanking and it came as quite a surprise. I
didn't relish the thought of it so I reluctantly did as
I was asked. Auntie Caroline popped a dummy into my
mouth, and patting the floor with her hand instructed me
to lay down. Still holding my teddy I sat down on the
floor and then laid down. My nappy rustled softly as she
began to pull open the sticky tapes holding them in
place. I wriggled and squirmed with embarrassment as she
pulled them away revealing my nakedness to her. I closed
my eyes and pressed the teddy to my face as she
sprinkled the soft baby powder all over me. it's sweet
perfume filling the air. Then I felt the cloth nappy
being brought up between my legs and instinctively
opened my legs wider for her.
“Thank you Baby.” She said, as she pulled one
side of the nappy around to the front.
My body jerked as she forcefully pulled the two
ends together and secured them with a pin. I felt the
thick cloth nappy envelope me as she did the same to the
other side. The pin must have been a little tricky to
fasten because I felt quite a few jerks and tugs as my
nappy was pinned into place. My agony continued as she
spent a few minutes adjusting it, making sure that it
was fitted securely before reaching round for the
plastic pants. She picked them up and gave them a
vigorous shake as I lay there helpless on the floor.
“There, nearly done.” She said.
Auntie Caroline opened them up wide with her
fingers as she guided my feet through the leg holes. I
could hear the soft plastic swishing as she slowly and
deliberately pulled them up my legs and stretched them
over my nappy. “oh you look so cute Baby.” She said
warmly, as she pulled them up and over my nappy,
releasing the elastic with a snap.
I felt on the verge of tears as she again spent
what seemed an eternity adjusting and pulling my nappy,
making sure the plastic was covering the nappy which was
incredibly thick and cumbersome. Then, after all the
fiddling and adjusting was finished, I was finally
released, and allowed to continue watching TV.
“Off you go Baby!” She said, patting my
I tried to walk to the sofa with as much
dignity as I could but the thickness of my cloth nappy
was so, that I literally had to crawl to it.
Later that afternoon Sandy arrived with a huge
box. Auntie Caroline and Sandy opened up the contents in
the living room. Inside it were a few packs of extra
large disposable nappies. The two women opened them up
with ‘Coo’s’ of delight as they eyed the contents. Then,
after they had examined the nappies, Sandy gave another
smaller box to Auntie Caroline.
“And look what else I have for you?” Sandy said
Auntie Caroline looked at Sandy with a wry
smile, opened up the box and peered inside.
“It arrived today,” She continued. “I couldn't
wait to give it to you. I knew you’d want to start using
it straight away.”
Auntie Caroline threw her arms around Sandy’s
shoulders and kissed her. I had no clue as to what it
was but I was sure it had something to do with me. It
was a very strange looking device, well, what I could
see of it anyway. All I saw was a clear plastic cup
shape with a small pipe connected to it, and I just
caught sight of the word 'Pump' on the box.
“let's do it now!” She said, a huge broad smile
across her face.
Then they both went upstairs leaving me curled
up on the sofa alone with just my teddy for company. I
looked over at the bottom of the stairs, straining my
ears to hear what they were doing. I had no idea what it
was but I was sure I wasn't going to like it.
One morning while I was playing on a computer
game in the living room, Auntie Caroline came in to give
me my mid morning bottle. She took a seat on the sofa,
bottle in hand and beckoned me over.
“Can I just finish this level Auntie?” I asked.
“No Sweetie, you know the rules, come here
please.” She replied.
I knew better than to argue so I put down the
controller and sat next to her on the sofa. She patted
the sofa with her hand and I huffed with irritation as I
laid down with my head on her lap.
As usual, Auntie Caroline gently but firmly
brought the bottle to my lips, leaving me no choice but
to obey. The rubber nipple slipped into my mouth and I
began to suckle.
I parted my legs more through habit than
anything, (I hadn't really noticed at this stage, but I
was already starting to have the mannerisms of a baby)
and Auntie Caroline took the opportunity to reach
between my legs, stroking and pressing her fingers into
the soft plastic of my nappy.
“Now then Todd I need to speak to you,” She
said as I continued to suck on my bottle. She was
leading up to something and I was sure that I wasn't
going to like it. “I’ve noticed, now that you're wearing
thicker nappies, I haven't got any appropriate clothes
for you to wear over them, your old school style shorts
don't fit anymore, so we need to get you some new
clothes.” She said.
I looked up at her with searching eyes, not
really knowing what to say. “i mean, much as i’d like
to, you can't just live in a nappy and T-shirt all the
time, so when Sandy arrives today, we’re all going to
the mall to get you some new clothes.”
My heart began to beat faster at the thought of
leaving the sanctuary of the house, questions flooded
into my mind. Surely I wouldn't be wearing a nappy to
Then Auntie Caroline continued. “Now, you're
probably not going to like the choice of clothing I have
planned for you but I must be obeyed on this subject. I
know what's best for you, and as it may be a very long
time until your parents come back, its my responsibility
to look after you to the best of my abilities. Do you
I looked up longingly into her eyes and nodded
with a feeling of utter dread in my stomach. After I'd
finished my bottle I was allowed to carry on with my
game, but I couldn't really concentrate on it. I was too
concerned about the coming trip and the clothes I would
A little while later Sandy arrived. Both women
went into the kitchen to chat, I strained my ears to
hear what was being said, but couldn't make out
anything, and I had a feeling of impending doom as to
what was being planned. Then I suddenly heard their
voices getting louder,
“Well that's definitely the sort of thing I'm
after,” exclaimed Auntie Caroline as they walked into
the living room.
“I’m sure we'll find what we’re looking for,
I'm just sorry that I don’t have anything like that in
stock at the moment. Replied Sandy.
Auntie Caroline went over to the TV and turned
it off, and while still in conversation with Sandy, took
my hand and led me towards the stairs.
“Shillibere’s will have loads I would have
thought?” She said as she led me up the stairs towards
the nursery. Once inside I was led over to the changing
table and lifted up onto it. Auntie Caroline swung my
legs round and then slipped a finger under the leg of my
“Oh you're still dry Todd. Are you feeling ok?”
She said in surprise, placing her hand on my forehead.
“I’m fine Auntie.” I replied.
“Ok then, well, lets get you dressed then shall
Auntie Caroline lifted me off of the changing
table as Sandy opened a large bag. And to my utter
horror and shame pulled out a little blue dress.
“Hopefully this will fit.” She said as she held
it up to Auntie Caroline.
I stood there in utter disbelief. It was a
short sleeved blue dress with small dark blue checks.
The top part looked rather like a shirt, with a collar
and some buttons down the front.
“Arms up!” Commanded Auntie Caroline as she
pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, leaving me
standing there in just my nappy.
“No Auntie, please!!” I said, as she took the
dress from Sandy. I don’t want to wear that, Please
“Don’t be silly Todd!” She said, It’s either
this, or I take you out in just your nappy!”
“But I don't want to wear that. Why can’t I
wear my shorts?” I cried.
“I told you why this morning,” She replied.
“Now that you're wearing these thicker nappies your
shorts don't fit, and besides, wearing a dress allows me
to check your nappy easier. So come on, arms up please!”
“No Auntie PLEASE!” I cried.
“Todd! Do you want to go to the mall in just
you're nappy?” She said, looking through me with those
piercing green eyes. I felt unable to acknowledge her
and just bowed my head in shame. “Ok then. We won't be
needing this after all Sandy!” She said, as she handed
the dress back to her.
“NO AUNTIE!” I cried. My voice trembling.
Auntie Caroline stood looking at me with her hands on
her hips, waiting for my reply. With my heart pounding
and my mouth as dry as sandpaper, I reluctantly agreed.
With lots of ‘Cooing’ and fussing, the two
women began to dress me. My dress was quite short and to
my bitter shame came down a couple of inches too short,
leaving a glimpse of shiny white nappy clearly visible
between my legs. Auntie Caroline then put white ankle
socks on my feet proceeded by tennis shoes, while Sandy
brushed my hair and then placed an Alice Band on my
“But why do I have to look like a girl?” I
cried. My heart pounding so hard I thought it would
“Listen Sweetie,” She said crouching down to
meet my eye level. “this is the only clothing that will
fit you at the moment. And I'm sure you don't want me to
take you to the shops in just a nappy and a T-shirt? And
so if you are to wear a dress you don't want people
realising that you are a boy do you? It’s far better to
let people think you're a girl isn’t it? That way they
won’t take any notice of you. OK?” And with that she
gave my dress a little tug and kissed me on the cheek.
My entire body was shaking as we left the
house. I remember I didn’t even look about me to see if
I was being watched, I just quickly climbed in, hoping
that no-one had seen me.
The journey to the mall was excruciating, I was
getting more and more nervous by the second. I began to
sweat and fidget and my heart pounded so hard in my
chest I could feel my whole body shaking to the rhythm
of it. I looked down at my dress, it was quite short,
and most of my nappy was showing, I tried with all my
might to conceal it, I pulled on the hem constantly to
try and cover it but it was impossible. The frustration
of knowing that any moment I would be walking out in
public dressed as a baby girl was too much to comprehend
and I started to cry.
“Baby Todd’s getting upset.” Said Sandy softly
to Aunty Caroline.
Auntie Caroline looked at me through the rear
“Can you give him his dummy please Sandy?” She
Sandy reached into her bag and picked out a
large blue dummy. Then she turned round to face me.
“There we go Sweetie,” She said softly, as she
reached forward and gently pushed it into my mouth.
“there's no need to cry, we’re nearly there.”
Then she gently pulled at the hem of my dress
and straightened it, in an effort to make me look
presentable before giving me a big warm smile and
turning back round. I sat there in the back of the car
and gently cried as I sucked on my dummy. I was crying
just as much in the frustration of it all than the
actual predicament I found myself in.
Aunty Caroline and Sandy just seemed to be
totally at peace with how they were treating me. To them
it was totally normal behaviour. I was crying and so a
pacifier would calm me down, It just didn't seem to
cross their minds that I was a Twelve year old boy. It
was as if they truly believed in their hearts that I was
a toddler to be looked after. And no matter how much I
fought back or protested, it didn't make any difference.
I was their baby, their possession. And they were going
to look after me and do everything for me. The feelings
of helplessness and frustration was overwhelming.
My imagination began to run wild as we turned
off the main road towards the mall. Images of people
looking at me and laughing or commenting ran quickly
through my mind, and I began to kick my legs in the
sheer horror of it. But of course, as we arrived at the
mall, those feelings were intensified when I saw how
many people were there.
Sandy opened the car door and reaching inside
unbuckled my seat belt. Then she gently took my hand and
helped me out of the car. She then knelt down in front
of me and to my horror lifted the hem of my dress up
over my nappy.
“My goodness Todd,” She said as she slipped her
fingers under my nappy and began to pull at it and
straighten it. “You’re all out of shape aren’t you?” My
nappy rustled loudly as she continued her adjustments.
Then she pulled my dress back down and straightened the
hem. “there,” She said approvingly. “you look adorable!”
Sandy and Auntie Caroline each took one of my
hands as we entered the shopping area. I felt incredibly
self conscious, and could feel my nappy swishing and
swinging between my legs as I walked. I didn't want to
see if people were looking at me so I just kept my eyes
fixed to the floor ahead of me.
Soon we came to a shop called ‘Shillibere’s’.
It had a sign above the door saying. “Everything you
need for Baby, Toddler & Child”. It was full of all
manor of clothes and accessories, and I was immediately
led over to where the dresses were.
After what seemed an eternity of looking at
dresses, an assistant came over.
Can I help you at all ladies? She said.
“Yes, we’re looking for a few outfits for our
little girl,” Replied Sandy.
I felt an immediate ‘Pang’ of humiliation at
those words, and sensed the assistant eying me with
“Ooh, what a pretty little girl we have here,”
she said as she reached down and placed her hand under
my chin. “What’s your name sweetie?”
I felt like I wanted the floor to swallow me
up. The seconds ticked away like hours as everyone
seemed to wait intensely for my answer. I pulled the
dummy from my mouth and said the first name that came to
“That's a very pretty name.” She said.
I looked up reassuringly at Auntie Caroline.
She was beaming from ear to ear and her eyes were
filling with tears. The assistant smiled and turned to
“Well we have a few more dresses over here
which will be more her size,” She said. “We have a
special section for the more... ‘Older Baby’ if you
Auntie Caroline and Sandy looked at each other
approvingly as the assistant led us all over to another
part of the store.
Then, just at that moment and to my absolute
horror, I suddenly felt the need to pee. My mouth went
dry at the thought of wetting my nappy in public again,
and I tried with all my might to ignore it. I stood
there fidgeting as the three women excitedly looked at
various outfits, but it was no good, I'd held it off for
as long as I could but eventually the inevitable
happened. I stood there with my heart pounding as my wee
ran out of me. My nappy began to swell and stretch as
the warm liquid soaked into it.
It felt so strange to be wetting my nappy away
from the house. I didn't exactly like wetting my nappy
there either, but the house had become my sanctuary.
Only Auntie Caroline knew my predicament. It was
humiliating enough when Sandy started coming round and
witnessing my nappy changes, even doing them herself
sometimes when Auntie Caroline was busy, but here in a
crowded store full of strangers, it was a hundred times
I looked around me nervously to see if anyone
was noticing as my nappy continued to fill. I was
terrified that I would have a repeat of the situation in
the park. But I didn't want to look or feel for any
leaks for fear of attracting attention.
Then, after the last few drops had drained
away, I began to hope and pray that I would not have to
be changed until I got home. And it seemed at first that
I might have got away with it. The three women were so
absorbed in the outfits that they were ‘Cooing’ over,
they weren't paying much attention to me. But then I
heard the words, “Would you like to try them on for
size?” and my heart sank.
“Yes please.” Replied Auntie Caroline. She
placed her bag on the floor and passed Sandy one of the
new outfits. “hold onto this one please Sandy.” She
Auntie Caroline turned to face me and to my
utter astonishment, started to undress me right there
and then on the shop floor!
I gasped in horror as she lifted the hem of my
dress and began to pull it over me. As the dress was
pulled up over my head, the shop assistant must have
noticed that my nappy was wet.
“Aww, I think she needs changing.” She said
with a smile in her voice.
I felt the first stages of panic filling my
body as Auntie Caroline reached down and felt my nappy
with her hand.
“We’d better get you changed young lady.” she
said. “are there any Baby changing facilities nearby?”
She asked. as she slipped the dress back over my head.
While the assistant was giving directions,
Auntie Caroline finished dressing me. Then she picked up
her bag, took my hand and thanking the assistant,
informed her that we would return in a few moments. I
pulled against her grip as we began to make our way out.
My mind full of dread as to what was to come. With my
dummy still in my mouth I moaned in protest as we headed
out of the shop.
Ignoring my complaints completely, we made our
way through the mall. My nappy felt heavy and warm as I
was led through the busy centre, I was even more
conscious now of people staring. My nappy now seemed to
hang lower between my legs because of its extra weight,
and it was obviously more visible to anyone who looked
at me. I felt so ashamed and humiliated, and pulled
harder against Auntie Caroline's hand.
“Come along Sweetie,” She said. “Let’s get you
out of that wet nappy.” Then she came to a stop and
turned to face me. “unless you want me to change you
As we entered the baby changing room, I was
pleased to see that it was empty. A few tables had been
folded away, and the room was warm and there was a sweet
perfume in the air. As Auntie Caroline led me over to a
waiting table, Sandy took the bag and began to take out
the contents… Talc, Nappy and baby wipes. Then, just at
that moment the door opened and another lady came in
with a toddler.
“Ooh, hello.” She said. “I wasn't expecting
anyone else to be in here, its bigger than I thought.”
My humiliation was complete and I felt myself
starting to cry again as Auntie Caroline began to chat
with her as she prepared to change me.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I was
lifted up onto the changing table. Again, it was the way
that they were all carrying on as if everything was
totally normal that made the situation so much more
humiliating. Auntie Caroline laid me down and pulled up
my dress, revealing my sodden nappy as she happily
chatted to the other lady. The other lady had obviously
noticed that I seemed to be too old to be in nappies,
and Auntie Caroline had no qualms in telling her in
great detail that despite my age and size I was still a
baby and needed to be treated like one. The lady smiled
and seemed generally interested as Auntie Caroline began
to remove my nappy.
“So where do you get nappies to fit?” She asked
“Sandy gets them for me,” She exclaimed, as she
applied a baby wipe between my legs. Sandy took the
opportunity to show her one of the nappies.
“I get them from a special supplier,” She said,
passing it to the other lady.
“Wow, they are thick aren t they? she said, as
she examined it closely. The nappy rustled loudly as she
ran her fingers over it. “and very cute.”
The lady passed it to Auntie Caroline who
proceeded to place it between my legs.
“Yes, I use these mostly, but occasionally I
also use terry cloth nappies with plastic pants, they’re
adorable.” Said Auntie Caroline with a smile as she
pulled the nappy tightly around me and began to stick
the tapes down.
“Oh that's so sweet!” Said the other lady
excitedly. “I love to see babies in cloth nappies, they
look so cute and helpless don't they?”
After I had been changed and dressed, we headed
back to the shop to buy the dresses that we had seen
earlier. I wasn't allowed to take out my dummy and so I
had to suffer the humiliation of walking back to the
store with it still in my mouth. Coupled with the fact
that my nappy, being a new one, hadn't had time to get
squashed flatter, and so was too thick and bulky not to
give me a pronounced ‘Waddle’ as I walked.
Once back in the store the assistant came
straight over. She smiled at me and in a motherly tone
asked me if I felt better now? Which made me want to cry
even more. To spare anymore tears I was taken to a
quieter part of the store where there were a few comfy
seats. Auntie Caroline took a seat while Sandy and the
assistant took it in turns to dress me in the various
outfits that were available.
“This one is a little too long I think,” Said
the assistant as she pulled at the hem of a pink
‘Gingham’ style dress. “It hides her nappy which won't
do at all.”
I felt like I wanted the floor to swallow me up
as all three women stood back to look at me. “they look
so much cuter if the dress shows at least half of the
nappy don't you agree?” She said.
“Definitely!” They replied together. They
seemed to be revelling in my discomfort.
After they had chosen a selection of outfits,
the assistant went off to bag them while Sandy took a
seat next to Auntie Caroline. Then she reached out and
taking my hand, gently pulled me towards her to sit on
her lap. I tried in vain to pull my dress down to cover
my nappy but my dress had risen up when Sandy had placed
me on her lap, so literally my entire nappy was visible.
And the rustling sounds that it made while I fidgeted
were clearly audible.
Then Auntie Caroline reached into her bag and
produced a baby’s bottle full of milk and handed it to
Sandy. Without saying a word, Sandy pulled the dummy
from my mouth and before I could react had pushed the
bottle into my mouth and began to feed me. I tried in
vain to protest but the rubber teat of the bottle filled
my mouth, so I was only able to moan at my displeasure.
“Ssshh,” Said Sandy as she tilted the bottle a
little higher. “It’s ok Baby, just relax.” Then she very
gently began to rock me.
A few women customers walked by, leisurely
browsing at the items on sale around us. And
occasionally a few of them would look over. A couple of
them smiled at me as I sat there on Sandy’s lap sucking
my bottle, and I found myself blushing profusely. But
the strange thing was, despite having to endure the most
cruel humiliations, as I sat there on Sandy’s lap, it
wasn't long before I started to feel comfortable with
it. Wether it was the proximity to Sandy with her arms
encircling me, or the sweet tasting milk (Which I really
loved), or the combination of both, I don't know. But
after I had drunk about half of my bottle I began to
feel very cosy and comfortable. I took a deep relaxing
breath as Sandy continued to gently rock me back and
forth. It was very draining going from emotion to
emotion in quick succession.
The last thing I remember before I drifted off
was Sandy asking Auntie Caroline how she was getting on
with her new ‘Gadget’. Auntie Caroline told Sandy that
she was getting on well with it and that she should be
able to start in a few days time. But I was too tired to
try and work out what it was all about, so I rested my
head against Sandy’s chest and continued with my bottle.
I don't really remember leaving the store and going back
to the car, and I must have fallen asleep on the journey
home, because I was woken up as we got back to the
house. All the upset and frustrations had left me very
tired, and when we arrived back at the house, Sandy
asked Auntie Caroline if she could put me to bed.
“Of course,” She replied. “You do that and I'll
put the kettle on.”
Once inside my nursery, Sandy led me over to
the changing table and proceeded to undress me. She took
off my dress and then lifted me up onto the changing
table and laid me down onto it. I was too ‘Fuzzy-headed’
and tired to protest, so I just let her carry on. I
hadn't realised it but I must have wet my nappy again on
the way home.
Sandy looked at me and smiled as she began to
untie my tennis shoes. She was very pretty, quite slim
and with nice rounded breasts, not as big as Auntie
Caroline's but just as nice. Her hair was a beautiful
shade of white blonde which she gently hooked behind her
ear before reaching down and pulling open the tapes of
my nappy as if opening a neatly wrapped present. I
closed my eyes half with embarrassment and half with
tiredness as she lifted my legs and pulled the wet nappy
away, exposing my modesty to the air.
It was a strange feeling being changed and
undressed by another woman. It was embarrassing enough
being treated like a baby by Auntie Caroline, but when
Sandy started to visit, and started to watch as I was
changed or bathed, the experience took on a whole new
level of humiliation.
Being undressed and changed is a very personal
thing. You automatically feel a kind of bond and trust
towards the person who’s changing you, even if it is
done against your will. That person gets to see the
parts of your body that are most sacred and personal,
and despite the fact that it is done with no choice to
the baby, and in my case done against my wishes, there
is a definite bond and a relationship of care and trust.
So when another person becomes involved, it feels
strange, like almost being violated. Two people now have
access to your most intimate parts, and you have no
control over either of them. You are at their mercy, to
be bathed and fed and changed by both of them. You
become their property.
Sandy took a baby wipe and proceeded to gently
wipe it around my bottom and between my legs. My
humiliation grew and spread throughout my body like a
hot wave washing over me as she tended to my most
private parts. I could feel her delicate fingers gently
touching my most intimate parts.
“Oooh Baby,” She said softly. “you have some
soreness here, I'll put some cream on it for you. We’d
better keep an eye on that, we don't want it getting
worse do we?”
Then she opened a pot of cream and spread it
around my bottom. It felt cold and soothing.
Once she had put me in a fresh nappy, she
lifted me off the changing table and carried me over to
Once inside she told me to get some sleep and
pulled the covers over me. I squirmed a little to get
comfy as she turned out the light and closed the door,
leaving the room silent but for the ‘Crinkling’ of my
nappy and the swishing of the covers.
The next morning, both Auntie Caroline and
Sandy came in to wake me. The curtains were pulled open
filling the room with a rich bright light, it was going
to be another hot summers day. Then I was carried over
to the changing table, both women fussed over me as my
wet nappy was opened up. I was still half asleep as it
was pulled from under me. Then I felt hands gently but
firmly grip my ankles, my legs were opened up wide and
lifted high revealing my bottom to the early morning
air. Then I felt the touch of inquisitive fingers around
my inner bottom. Frowning, I squirmed and moaned in
protest at the intimacy of their probing fingers.
“Ssshh,” Said Auntie Caroline softly. “We need
to examine you Sweetie, you have a little sore area on
you're bottom, just relax.”
The two women kept my legs open while they
discussed my bottom in detail, their slender fingers
continuing to gently touch and probe my most intimate
places. Then I felt the touch of cold cream being
carefully spread on the area and the rustling sound of a
disposable nappy being opened up. After I had been
lifted off of the changing table, I stood there rubbing
my eyes from sleep as Auntie Caroline began to dress me.
“Arms up!” She said.
Still half asleep I did as I was told and
raised my arms high in the air. Auntie Caroline then
placed a bright yellow dress over my head and proceeded
to pull it down over me, my arms slipping neatly into
the short sleeves. I cried in protest as she pulled the
hem down over my nappy and straightened it.
“No Auntie I don't want to wear this today!” I
“No arguments Tia!” She replied, giving me a
quick shot of humiliation as that name came flooding
back to my memory. “we need to be able to check on your
bottom, we don't want that soreness getting worse do we?
And it's far easier to do that without the hassle of
taking shorts off of you each time. Besides, these
thicker nappies are too big, your shorts won't fit over
them, so you'll just have to get used to it.”
She continued to adjust and pull at my dress as
she lectured me.
“But I don't want to wear dresses!” I pleaded,
my eyes beginning to water with the frustration. “please
Auntie, it's not fair, I don't want to be dressed as a
“No more arguing Tia!” She said as she picked
up a brush and began to gently pull it through my hair.
“I told you yesterday, if you're going to wear dresses
you have to look just like a girl, it would look silly
otherwise wouldn't it?”
Sensing my growing panic with a sigh, Auntie
Caroline stopped brushing my hair and knelt down to face
me and took hold of my hands.
“Listen Sweetie. It’ll be strange if you still
looked like a boy in a dress wouldn’t it? Hmm?” She
said, reassuringly touching my cheek with her finger.
“You wouldn't want people to stare at you or be mean to
you would you? It's only a dress, its not going to hurt
you. you'll soon get used to it.” She looked into my
eyes and saw that tears were welling up in them. “Maybe
after a while, if you don't resist me, i'll think about
putting you back into boys clothes. MAYBE!” She
iterated, sensing some relief in my eyes.
I looked down at the floor in defeat. I was
easy to convince and Auntie Caroline knew just how to do
“How about after breakfast you go and read your
comics in the tent?” She said excitedly.
Despite my predicament, that did sound like a
good idea, and with my spirits slightly lifted with the
thought of how nice that would be, I gave her a half
“Good girl!” She said, getting back to her feet
and giving my cheek another pinch.
Then she took a couple of blue flower shaped
hair clips and clipped them to my hair.
After breakfast I grabbed my bag of comics and
headed out to the garden. I remember stopping at the
patio doors and giving the garden a thorough checking
before I tentatively ventured outside. The grass felt
very soft under my bare feet and I scanned the area
again as I slowly crept across the lawn.
Despite my visit to the mall the day before,
and the fact that I was within the confines of the
house, I still felt very odd and vulnerable being
outside dressed as a girl, and I felt incredibly
self-conscious as I padded across the lawn towards the
There wasn't a breath of breeze, the washing on
the line hung perfectly still in the early morning sun,
and looking at the items that were hanging on it gave me
a hot flush of embarrassment... Cloth nappies and pairs
of plastic baby pants were pegged next to other clothes
as I passed them, almost as if they were put there to
mock me, a cruel reminder of the things I had to wear.
I hurriedly entered the tent and zipped up the
door. The tent was heating up nicely and had that lovely
vinyl smell that tents of this kind often do. The sun
shining through the canvas filled the interior with a
warm pinkish light.
I gave the tent floor a quick sweep before I
settled down on the many cushions that were scattered
around and tipped out my comics. For the first time in
ages I felt quite relaxed. Reading comics was always one
of my favourite past-times, and particularly now because
I was able to fully immerse myself in the stories and
forget about the events in my new life. All thoughts of
nappies and dresses and bottles soon drifted from my
mind as I began to read.
In fact I was so content and relaxed I didn't
even try to fight it when I found myself needing to pee,
I just let it go as I read. Which Is amazing to think of
really, that was probably the first time that I had done
that since my new regime started all those weeks ago.
After about an hour I was brought back to earth
with a bump as I heard the approaching footsteps of
Auntie Caroline, and realised immediately that she was
almost certainly on her way to change my nappy. She
gently tapped at the canvas door and unzipped it.
“Ooh, don't you look cosy in here,” She said as
she peered inside. “I was just coming to check on you.”
I ignored her comments and continued reading, I
felt a little annoyed at the intrusion and didn't want
to be reminded about other things.
“Lift your dress up please Tia. I want to check
your nappy.” She continued.
Regrettably I did as I was asked. I lifted the
hem of my dress up revealing my nappy to her, then she
reached in and poked an intruding finger under the leg
elastic and informed me that I needed changing.
“Can I come back here afterwards Auntie?” I
asked as we walked together back to the house.
“Of course you can Sweetie.” She said, giving
my hand a gentle squeeze.
Once in the house she instructed me to lie down
on the floor. Then she knelt down in front of me and
lifting the hem of my dress right up, proceeded to
change my nappy.
After she had thoroughly examined my bottom and
had put me into a clean nappy, she led me over to the
sofa for my bottle feed. I awkwardly climbed onto the
sofa next to her and assumed my now familiar position.
Auntie Caroline smiled down at me as she gently offered
the bottle to my lips and slipped the rubber teat into
my mouth. My fresh nappy softly rustled as I squirmed
with embarrassment and began to suck on it.
“Good Girl,” She said softly.
I felt another hot flush of humiliation at
those words. It was only yesterday that I had been made
to dress as a girl, and already I was being referred to
as one, as though I had always been a girl. And again it
just emphasized the fact that things were heading out of
my control so quickly that I was unable to stop it.
After I had got through about half of my bottle
Auntie Caroline said,
“You might not be having quite as many bottles
as you normally do soon Tia, I have a treat for you.”
There seemed to be a degree of excitement in
her voice as she spoke, and that gave me a feeling of
trepidation. What on earth could she mean?
Sandy arrived just as I was finishing my milk.
Apparently she had been invited round to help Auntie
Caroline with her 'New Gadget'. They chatted briefly
about Auntie Caroline 'nearly being ready', and 'not
producing much at the moment' but I didn't have a clue
what this all meant and so I ignored it and concentrated
on finishing my milk.
After I had finished my bottle I was allowed to
go back out to the tent. Auntie Caroline informed me
that she would be busy upstairs with Sandy for quite a
while so lunch would be a little later than normal. I
didn't mind at all because it meant that I could do my
own thing for a lot longer. I hurried out across the
lawn and climbed back into the tent. The feelings of
contentment returned within seconds with the thought
that I was going to be left undisturbed for a good few
hours... Or so I thought.
It was after I had read three or four comics
that my peace was broken. I heard what sounded like a
dull thud on the lawn outside the tent. I froze on the
spot, wondering what it was. Then I heard the sound of a
squeaky gate being opened and soft footfalls on the
grass outside. I sat there in my tent, motionless, my
ears straining hard to pick up a clue as to what the
noise could be. Then I very carefully opened a tiny slit
in the zip door of the tent and peered through it. I saw
a girl about my age creeping very quietly across the
garden to retrieve a pink ball in the middle of the
lawn. She had dark skin, lovely chestnut coloured hair
and was wearing a similar dress to mine. She picked up
her ball and then, as quietly as a mouse scurried off
towards the back of the garden, through a little gate
and disappeared out of sight behind a hedge.
My heart was pounding, I didn't know that there
was another property so close to Auntie Caroline's
house, and I suddenly felt a little vulnerable at the
thought that the garden and my tent were not as secluded
as I first thought. I sat there for a few moments
listening for any other sounds but after a while went
back to my comics.
Then a short while later I heard it again. This
time the ball bounced against the tent before coming to
a stop in the middle of the lawn. I froze again, hoping
against hope that I wouldn't be discovered. I carefully
and quietly unzipped a small slit in the door again and
This time the girl stopped at the gate and
hesitated. Then very quietly as before, crept down the
garden. But this time she turned to look at the tent and
found herself looking straight at me. She stopped and
“Hello,” She whispered. “is it ok if I get my
I was so shocked at her lack of surprise that
all I could do was nod. “Thank you.” She said, smiling.
I watched her pick up her ball and then to my horror
watched her walk over to me.
“I'm Jessie,” She said.
“I'm To... Tia” I stuttered, remembering my new
name just in time.
“What are you doing in there?” She asked
inquisitively, creeping a little closer to the tent. I
pulled at the hem of my dress, anxious that she might
want to come in and that she would see what I was
“Reading comics.” I replied.
“Oooh, I love comics,” She said excitedly. “i
have loads at home.”
She was very pretty with a little nose and big
brown eyes, and had a beautiful smile when she talked,
she seemed really nice and I liked her instantly. We
chatted for a few moments and it was obvious that she
liked me too.
“Can I come in?” she asked suddenly.
I froze in horror, The last thing I wanted was
for her to see me in my dress and nappy, and yet I
didn't want to say no. The thought of her being a friend
seemed really nice. Then I noticed a pair of my shorts
hanging on the line and a plan formed in my brain
“How about you go and get some of your comics
first? We can read them in here together.” I suggested.
Jessie agreed that that was a great idea and
immediately bounded off towards the little gate. As soon
as she was out of sight, I quickly climbed out of the
tent and and grabbing the shorts off of the washing line
hurriedly climbed back in before anyone had the chance
to see me.
Once inside the tent I quickly slipped my feet
into the shorts and pulled them up. But to my bitter
disappointment, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't
pull them up over my nappy.
“Noooo!” I said to myself as I realised that my
plan wasn't going to work. Frustration was welling up
inside of me, because time was ticking and I didn't know
how soon Jessie would be back. I sat there in the tent
and thought. I would have to take my nappy off! But this
thought filled me with as much dread as the thought of
Jessie seeing me wearing one! What was I to do?
I glanced across the garden at the little gate,
half expecting Jessie to appear any moment, my heart was
pounding, I had to make a decision and fast!
My mouth went dry at the thought of what I was
about to do, but my mind was made up. I lifted up my
dress, and gripping the tapes of my nappy, pulled them
apart. I felt the nappy loosen and gasped in horror as
both parts of the tape broke away from the nappy. That
was it! No going back! I wasn't going to be able to
stick the nappy back together when I needed to put it
back on. It was too late to worry about it now, the
damage was done. I quickly pulled the at the tapes on
the other side, lifted my bottom off of the floor and
pulled the nappy from under me. I frantically looked
around me for somewhere to stow the nappy out of sight
and slid it quickly under some of the cushions. Suddenly
I heard Jessie running down the garden, with shaking
hands I just managed to pull up my shorts, fasten them
and pull my dress down as she appeared at the door.
“Hi,” She said breathlessly. “I'm back.”
Jessie climbed in, sat herself down on the
cushions and spilled out her comics on the floor.
“Shall we read our own or do you want to swap?”
With my heart still pounding from all my
rushing around, I told her that I didn't mind.
We spent a good few hours in the tent together,
she was really friendly and we got on straight away. I
felt so relaxed in her company, we chatted a lot and
read our comics together, showing each other some of the
jokes and and pages that we liked best. Jessie told me
that her Father was English and her Mother was from
India which I realised was the reason for her beautiful
We chatted and laughed as though we'd known
each other for ages. It did feel strange not wearing
anything under my shorts, and even more strange not
wearing a nappy either. Every now and again I would
shudder with worry at the thought of being caught by
Auntie Caroline without my nappy, but I was so enjoying
my time with Jessie that these worries didn't last long.
One thing I did notice though which was
strange, was that my mannerisms and even my voice took
on a more feminine tone during my time with Jessie.
Wether it was because of the way I was being treated by
Auntie Caroline and Sandy, or wether it was me
sub-consciously not wanting Jessie to discover that I
was really a boy, i'm not sure, but the strangest thing
of all was that I didn't mind.
After what seemed an age, Jessie informed me
that she would have to go soon because it was getting
close to lunch time, and I felt immediately sad at the
“Will you come back?” I asked.
“Of course,” She replied, putting her comics
back into her bag. “But I have to ask my Mum first.”
We stepped out of the tent and into the midday
sun. Then, just at that moment we heard the patio doors
slide open and we both looked round to see Auntie
Caroline step out of the house and walk up the lawn
“It's time for lunch Tia.” She exclaimed.
“This is Jessie, Auntie,” I said eagerly.
“she's my friend, we've been reading our comics in the
Auntie Caroline and Jessie smiled at each other
as I introduced them. Jessie informed Auntie Caroline
that she had to go home for lunch and asked if it would
be ok to come round again? Auntie Caroline said that it
would be fine as long as i'd had my afternoon nap. A
short burst of humiliation swept down my spine with the
fear that Auntie Caroline would explain more about my
Baby regime but luckily she didn't elaborate. Jessie
agreed and skipped off down the garden towards the
Then Auntie Caroline took my hand and walked me
back to the house. It only took a second for me to
notice that something wasn't right, and then it was only
another second for me to realise that there was nothing
between my legs as I walked... No rustling, no waddling,
My heart leapt up into my throat, which went as
dry as sandpaper. My mind was in turmoil, what was I
going to do? How could I explain it? The seconds ticked
by, the house getting closer. Ideas raced around my
brain like bees disturbed in a nest. Maybe I could sneak
up stairs and put one one on myself? Yes, that was it, I
was saved! But then as we approached the patio doors,
Auntie Caroline stopped and ushered me through the doors
with a well directed pat on my bottom.
“Wait a minute!” She said, stopping me in my
tracks. “what's this?”
She lifted up the hem of my dress revealing my
small grey shorts. “where's your nappy? Have you taken
The game was up. I stood there 'Dumbstruck' not
knowing what to say, hung my head in shame and gave a
solitary nod. Auntie Caroline grabbed my wrist and
pulled me brusquely over towards the sofa.
“That's really naughty Tia!” She said, as she
sat on the sofa and pulled me towards her. I stood there
in shock, not knowing what to say as she lifted my
dress, unclipped my shorts and pulled them down. I
started to shake with fear as she pulled my dress up and
over my head, leaving me standing there with not a
stitch on. Sandy walked into the room just as Auntie
Caroline took my wrists and pulled me forward across her
“What's happening here?” She asked.
“Tia took her nappy off so she's getting a
spanking!” Replied Auntie Caroline.
It was enormously degrading and humiliating
being man-handled and naked in front of Sandy, and I
felt my face glowing bright red as I was laid across
Auntie Caroline's lap with my naked bottom in full view.
Auntie Caroline increased the humiliation even further
by asking Sandy if she would get a fresh toweling nappy
from the nursery.
“There's a pair of plastic pants in the drawer
too.” She explained. “and could you bring Tia's dummy
from the kitchen on your way back please Honey?”
I kicked my legs and squirmed on Auntie
Caroline's lap as she spanked me. Hard stinging slaps
rained down on my bare bottom, their echoes bouncing
around the room. I fought hard not to cry but it wasn't
easy. Especially when Sandy appeared and began to
prepare my nappy on the floor in front of me.
Eventually the spanking stopped. Auntie
Caroline kept me held down on her lap and gently stroked
my stinging bottom with her delicate fingers while she
explained that she was very disappointed with me for
removing my nappy without permission and that I was
lucky to have got away with a 'mild' spanking.
“From now on, your nappies must be clearly
visible at all times, understood?” She said
commandingly. I lay there on her lap fighting the tears
not knowing how to respond. Auntie Caroline gave my
bottom another sharp stinging slap, “Understood?” She
“Yes Auntie.” I replied. My face growing even
redder as I remained held down.
“I'm going to shorten all of your dresses so
that we can see your nappy is on show at all times, OK?”
“Yes Auntie.” I repeated.
“Ok then,” She said, pulling me back up to my
feet. “Now, if Sandy is kind enough to get you dressed?
I will go and prepare lunch.”
Standing there naked in front of Sandy after a
spanking and with the prospect of now being dressed in a
nappy by her was so humiliating. I'd been changed by
Sandy a few times before, but being spanked in front of
her too was so degrading. And what always made it worse
was that she was very pretty.
Sandy patted the carpet with her hand and I
dully placed my bottom on top of the toweling nappy that
she had neatly folded. Then she popped the dummy into my
mouth and instructed me to lay down. I starred up at the
ceiling as she parted my legs wide in readiness for my
nappy. She applied some cream to my bottom and then
sprinkled a liberal amount of powder over me before
bringing the thick cotton toweling up between my legs.
Then she gingerly pulled the nappy round tightly and
carefully inserted the pin through the cotton, pinning
it in place. I felt the thick fluffy cotton envelope me
as she pulled the other side around and pinned that in
place too. I squirmed and wriggled my legs as she
unfastened the other pin and pulled my nappy tighter
around me, making my nappy nice and snug.
“Keep still Baby,” She said softly. “I don't
want to prick you with these.”
I lay there sucking my dummy with tears welling
up in my eyes as she fiddled and adjusted it. My body
jerking as she pulled at my nappy making sure that the
pins were holding it together. The cotton toweling so
thick and fluffy, so very different to a disposable
nappy. Cloth nappies are so much bulkier, and quite
heavy. Its a complete intrusion, there's no way that you
could possibly not know you're wearing one. Disposable
nappies have a certain amount of give... After a while
the air gets pushed out of them and they become a little
thinner and although the crotch of the nappy hangs down
a little lower between your legs, they don't interfere
with you that much, and the plastic layer slides against
your skin. But with a cloth nappy, it remains thick, the
crotch is so wide that it pushes your legs apart, making
it impossible to walk comfortably to any degree. It
screams 'BABY' at you as you try and get around.
Then I heard the now familiar swishing and
rustling of my plastic pants as Sandy opened them up and
gave them a shake. I looked down and lifted my legs up,
slipping my feet through the leg holes that Sandy had
stretched open with her delicate fingers. The elastic
dragged against my skin as she pulled them up my legs.
Then she stood me up and kneeling down in front of me
proceeded to pull them up and over my nappy. I looked
down at her pretty blonde hair as she began her
adjustments... Pulling the elastic over my nappy, making
sure that the toweling wasn't poking out from under the
soft clear plastic.
After my torment was over, I was given a cheeky
pat on my huge bottom and guided towards the kitchen.
Lunch was a small portion of fish fingers,
potato faces and beans, and although I was always aloud
to feed myself at meal times, my food was always cut up
for me just to add that degree of humiliation.
After lunch Auntie Caroline got out the playpen
that she used sometimes. It was basically a frame of
bars that was opened up in the living room that linked
together, it had a small door as an opening, making a
secure fenced off area for me to play in. It didn't
serve a lot of purpose, except to re-emphasize my Baby
status as a form of punishment.
With another well directed pat on my bottom, I
reluctantly climbed inside. Auntie Caroline placed a few
of my comics and a huge soft teddy in the playpen with
me which I cuddled up to as she closed the door and
“Now, you're to stay in here for a while Tia,
and if you're good I will consider letting you out, OK?”
She said, looking down on me with her hands on her hips.
I nodded solemnly and watched her walk back to the
It was difficult to relax in the playpen as the
only thing I was wearing was my nappy. No T-shirt or
dress to cover up my shame, with each movement I made it
rustled and was so cumbersome and bulky it was
uncomfortable to sit.
After a while, Auntie Caroline came in to the
living room and informed me that it was bed time.
“But i'm not tired Auntie.” I said, giving her
my cutest face as I looked up at her.
“No arguments Tia,” She snapped as she opened
up the door to the playpen. “ It's time for your nap.
You can bring your teddy if you like?”
Walking up straight was virtually impossible
with the huge nappy I was wearing. Auntie Caroline took
my hand as usual and guided me up the stairs to my room.
Once there, she put me to bed and drew the bars across
turning it into a giant cot. Then she closed the
curtains and stood in the doorway looking at me.
“OK Tia,” She said. “just get some sleep and
i'll come and get you later.”
Sandy must have been standing outside the door
because I heard Auntie Caroline discussing shortening my
dresses in the sewing room before descended the stairs
It's very difficult to sleep when you're not
tired, and even more difficult when you're wearing a
huge nappy on a hot day. I lay there wriggling around in
my cot trying to get comfortable, the rustling sounds of
my plastic baby pants mixing with the sounds of a hot
summers day outside... Bees buzzing, birds singing, and
in the distance, children playing and the sounds of a
sewing machine humming down below me.
Then suddenly I heard the door bell, and I sat
up in my cot, my ears straining to hear who it could be.
I could hear Auntie Caroline's voice, and then to my
horror I heard Jessie's voice too, she had obviously
come round to see me. I felt a flood of happiness at the
thought that she had come round to see me but also huge
shame and fear that she might see me as I really was. I
dreaded the thought of her seeing me dressed as a baby,
but also I hated the thought that Auntie Caroline might
turn her away.
I tried as hard as I could to hear what was
being said but it was very difficult. I just caught
Auntie Caroline telling her that I had been put to bed
for being naughty, there was a lot more to the
conversation but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't
make it out. Then I just heard Auntie Caroline explain
that she could come back later if she wanted, before the
door closed. My heart was pounding, had Auntie Caroline
divulged anything to Jessie about my Baby regime?
However uncomfortable I was I still ended up
going to sleep, the nursery was so warm and cosy it was
impossible not to. As I gradually came round, I noticed
straight away that I was wet. Wetting a cloth nappy is
quite different to a disposable one. Cloth nappies soak
up quite a lot of wee, but they don't store the wetness
like a disposable one does. It felt very heavy and
uncomfortable, despite it still being warm so I must
have literally woken up just after wetting it. I lay
there for a few minutes hoping that someone would come
and get me, I could still hear the humming of the sewing
machine downstairs and so I flopped miserably back onto
After what seemed an age, Auntie Caroline came
in. She walked over to the windows and opened up the
curtains, flooding the nursery with light from the
afternoon sun. Then she opened up the bars to my cot,
reached in and pulled open the leg elastic of my plastic
pants and thrust a protruding finger under my nappy. I
felt annoyed at this intrusion as she felt around with
her finger, it was yet another reminder of who was in
Then, just at that moment, Sandy walked in
holding a huge pack of nappies.
“Just had a delivery Caroline.” She said,
placing the pack on the changing table. Auntie Caroline
looked at them curiously. “I ordered some new ones,
these are a new design, very thick, much thicker than
any other brand. I thought they would be great for Tia.
Auntie Caroline watched with interest as Sandy opened up
the pack and pulled a nappy out. It rustled very loudly
as she opened it up and passed it to her.
“Oh Wow! They are thick aren't they?” Said
Auntie Caroline as she examined it in her hands.
“They feel different too don't they?” Continued
Sandy looking on. “The plastic's very slippery, and the
good thing about these nappies is that that the tapes
Both Auntie Caroline and Sandy seemed greatly
excited about the new style nappies and within minutes I
was lying on top of the changing table with both women
'Cooing' and fussing over me. Auntie Caroline quickly
pulled my plastic pants down my legs, the soft clear
plastic 'Swishing' as they were quickly removed. It felt
as though they were two school girls unwrapping a
greatly anticipated present. Both women were clawing at
me, undressing me as quickly as they could. Auntie
Caroline and Sandy both began to feverishly unpin my
cloth nappy, and I moaned with displeasure as I was
brusquely man-handled, my legs lifted high and my cloth
nappy quickly pulled from under me. Then, once I was
naked, they seemed to calm down a bit, almost as though
they were savouring the moment. Sandy was passing Auntie
Caroline various items for her to use on me... baby
wipes, nappy cream, and baby powder, it was like two
doctors performing an operation.
Their excitement soon returned however when It
was finally time to put the new nappy on me. Sandy took
hold of my ankles and lifted my legs high for Auntie
Caroline to slip the nappy under my waiting bottom. My
legs had to be spread very wide to allow the nappy to be
pulled up between them, it was so much bigger and
thicker than any disposable nappy i'd ever worn so far.
The plastic rustled and crinkled loudly as Auntie
Caroline pulled it around my waist and secured the tapes
at the sides. It felt very snug and secure, and the
plastic outer layer was very slippery, it glided
smoothly against the insides of my legs. Then Auntie
Caroline lifted me off of the table and stood me on the
floor, the soft carpet felt nice under my bare feet as
they began their examination. Auntie Caroline and Sandy
both knelt down in front of me and took great delight in
touching and fussing with my nappy, almost to the degree
of obsession. They ran their fingers over it, poked and
pulled at it, patted my bottom and re-adjusted it.
It was incredibly bulky and surprisingly light.
It was actually bulkier and thicker than a cloth nappy
but because it was so much lighter, it felt much more
comfortable. It was so thick that the nappy hung down
very low between my legs, almost halfway to my knees.
And just like a cloth nappy, the thickness of it altered
my posture, just standing still in it made me a bit
unbalanced, and it took a few minutes to adjust. And it
was very loud, rustling with every move that I made.
“Oooh it's adorable!” Exclaimed Auntie Caroline
as she patted my bottom for the tenth time. “You look so
sweet Tia, I could eat you all up!” She continued
Sandy offered Auntie Caroline a dress that she
had obviously just shortened.
“This one's ready.” She said, passing it to her
before leaving the room.
“Thank you Honey.” Replied Auntie Caroline as
she stood up and took it from her.
I looked in horror at the dress in her hand. It
was a light blue dress with a small ribbon around the
chest and with white lace lining the sleeves and the
“Please Auntie Caroline,” I said worryingly. “i
don't want to wear dresses anymore, I don't want to be a
girl, Please can I wear shorts again?”
“Tia please let's not go over this again
sweetie,” She said softly,” it's for your own good. You
have to wear these larger nappies because your old ones
aren't big enough, remember the park?” I nodded solemnly
as she continued. “so you can't wear your shorts coz
they don't fit.”
“But why can't I wear bigger shorts?” I asked.
“Because I need to be able check on you at all
times to make sure you're ok,” She replied. “you
wouldn't like it if I had to take your trousers or
shorts off every time I wanted to examine you would you?
It's far easier this way.”
“But I don't want to wear nappies anymore
Auntie, It's not fair!” I pleaded. “I won't have anymore
accidents now I promise!”
“It's too late for that Sweetie,” She said
reassuringly. “you're too young to wear grown-up
clothes, you're just a baby and babies need looking
“But i'm not a baby!” I replied, feeling the
frustration growing inside of me. I was loosing the
argument and was beginning to get upset.
“You ARE a baby, Tia, and it's my job to look
after you,” She said. “now, I don't want to hear anymore
on the subject.”
I was about to protest again but Auntie
Caroline cut me off. “remember our agreement, if you
don't complain, and you do as you're told i'll think
about putting you in something other than dresses. Now,
arms up.” She commanded.
Reluctantly I raised my arms in the air while
Auntie Caroline slipped the dress over my head and
pulled it down. To my utter shame and embarrassment the
Hem came down so short that it only covered about an
inch of my nappy.
I sighed with disappointment as Auntie Caroline
continued to fuss over me. She brushed my hair and
placed a little flower shaped hair clip in it. Then she
put some white knee socks on me, my new nappy rustling
loudly as I lifted my feet for her.
Auntie Caroline finished dressing me and stood
back to admire her handiwork.
“You look so sweet Baby,” She said lovingly. “
I want to take care of you and look after you forever.”
Auntie Caroline took my hand and led me towards
the door. My new nappy rustled so loudly as we made our
way to the stairs that I was sure it could be heard
throughout the house, and the thickness between my legs
and around my bottom made it impossible to walk without
a very pronounced 'waddle'.
I remember thinking as we descended the stairs
that I was going to be trapped in this new life for a
very long time. Auntie Caroline seemed as resolute as a
stone wall in her efforts to make me feel like I was a
real baby. She seemed totally oblivious to my real age,
whenever she looked at me, i'm sure, in her mind she was
actually looking at a baby. She really and truly
believed that I was a baby and needed 24 hour care, and
it was impossible to make her believe anything else. I
was living out someone else's obsessions and there
didn't seem to be anything I could do to stop it.
And unbeknownst to me, as we walked into the
living room there was one more surprise in store for
Find out what the surprise is and what the
'Gadget' is in the next installment coming soon.
Written by Billy Blaze.
If you enjoyed reading this story, then why not
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'Teachers's Pet', 'The imprisonment',
'Teacher's Punishment', and 'The After School
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