We're all fed up
with costly and violent crime, committed
by young juvenile males between the ages
of 16 and 21. How about a new solution?
What follows is a look at an innovative
new punishment program being tried with
success in a large eastern state.
Once you read this account, you'll see
why recidivism is extremely low once the
young "criminal" has been given this
oh-so-appropriate punishment. It's just
the thing for the type of aggressive,
overly-"macho" teen and post-teen males
who are responsible for much of today's
annoying and dangerous "crime wave."
Robert Fredericks was scared. He had
never been in a more odd situation in
his life, and couldn't even imagine
anything or anyplace stranger than where
he now found himself.
He was in a
brightly-lit, institutional room,
sitting in a pink leatherette
wheelchair. His ankles and wrists were
secured to the chair with heavy straps,
and a stiff pink leatherette collar was
strapped to the high back of the chair.
In his mouth was stuffed a quite large
rubber pacifier, with a strap around his
head securing it firmly in his mouth.
Robert's hair had been shaved off his
head so short that all that remained was
a bit of soft "peach fuzz." And that was
not the only hair missing on his body.
In fact, the bit of "fuzz" on his head
was the only hair on Robert's body at
all! Even his public hair was completely
He was dressed in a tiny white
cotton T-shirt, with very short sleeves.
The little shirt fit snug, and was cut
so briefly it failed to even come down
to his navel. Like the "diaper shirt" of
an infant, his little T-shirt had snaps
down one side and along one sleeve.
Pinned to his "diaper shirt" was a large
pink plastic tag. It said "My name is
BOBBI", and underneath in smaller type
it read "Sissy # 94-207."
Robert Fredericks had a new name. But he
didn't like it much.
He also didn't
care much for the pants he was dressed
in. As he glanced down he saw once again
the wide crotch and sexless styling of
the briefs he was in. Worse than the
styling was the material: pink rubber.
They looked like something a baby would
wear. And a baby girl at that!
"Bobbi" sat in his wheelchair, several
young women walked by purposefully. They
were dressed like nurses, except in
addition to their tight white uniforms,
they wore aprons. Some of the aprons
were white, and some were pink. And some
of the aprons, Bobbi noticed, were made
The young women paid Bobbi
no attention whatsoever. Since he'd been
wheeled to this spot nearly an hour ago,
no one had talked to him, looked at him,
or even seemed to notice him. Once, when
one of the women had to get to a door
behind his wheelchair, she just quickly
and silently moved his chair and then
pressed the brake on with her toe before
It was odd being moved
that way, Bobbi thought. It was like he
was just a piece of furniture in the way
Finally one of the
"nurses" came and wheeled him into a
small room. She put the wheelchair (and
therefore Bobbi, who was solidly
attached to it) near a large wall with
writing on it. Again without a word, the
nurse/Nanny set the brake and left the
Bobbi, out of utter boredom,
began to read the writing on the wall.
"NURSERY RULES FOR STATE INMATES"
1. You will ALWAYS do EXACTLY as you are
2. You will NOT speak unless
3. You will ONLY answer
questions posed to you
4. You will
address all Nannies RESPECTFULLY, and
say, "Yes, Nanny" to all orders
You will offer only brief, to-the-point
responses -- and do so RESPECTFULLY
6. You may NOT, at any time, speak to
any other inmates
7. You WILL eat
what is fed to you. (If you refuse to
eat, you will be force-fed orally via
tube, which is quite unpleasant)
You will drink what is given you
You will NEVER attempt, in any way, to
"play with yourself" (masturbate) or
otherwise engage in any sort of juvenile
sexual activities whatsoever
will refrain from making any lewd or
suggestive motion, gesture, or signal to
11. Using the POTTY is a
PRIVILEGE, which can always be
immediately taken away. Ask to use the
POTTY only in the very most obsequious
and respectful tone of voice. Hope that
your Nanny allows you the PRIVILEGE of
12. Do NOT attempt to "get
around" any rules. We will not tolerate
any amateur "lawyers" here!
NOT attempt (or even THINK about) any
sort of "escape" (It is not possible --
you must simply serve your time.)
Remember that TIME CAN BE ADDED to your
stay here for any reason. ALL of the
Nannies and other staff members are
empowered to ADD TO YOUR STAY if you in
any way disappoint them or displease
them. A few silly, "snotty" remarks, or
even a touch of "sarcasm" can easily add
months to your stay here. (All any of
the Nannies have to do to add to your
stay is turn in a little form with your
name, Sissy #, and a simple explanation,
such as "Add 2 months to ________'s
stay. He gave a sarcastic answer to a
question.") There is NO APPEAL regarding
these time "add-ons"
15. Obey ALL
rules at ALL times. Obey ALL staff
members at ALL times. Do not hesitate to
obey any orders/instructions given to
you -- OBEY IMMEDIATELY!
TO LIVE BY AND FULLY OBEY THE ABOVE
RULES WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENTS, WHICH
INCLUDE (but are not limited to) THE
Denial of all POTTY
privileges; Change in "bedtime" hours
(earlier); Change in meals (being fed
only things you particularly dislike)
Being spanked; Having "playtime" taken
away; Having time added to your stay
(see above notes); Being restrained for
more than just feeding and changing
times; Having to wear high-heels
(locked-on); Having to recite or write
down corrective phrases many, many
times; and Being spanked (again!).
Bobbi sat in his wheelchair, and
read the words on the wall over and over
again. He was positioned so that there
was little else to look at. And nothing
at all else to do. In an hour or two, he
had virtually memorized all the rules.
He couldn't really imagine living under
such harsh and direct restrictions,
Finally a nurse/Nanny came
into the room and spoke to Bobbi.
see you've read our rules, Bobbi.
Remember them well. You are expected to
live by them completely right from day
one, so "mistakes" will cost you,
beginning Right Now. This same list of
rules is posted in many places here, so
you will have plenty of opportunity to
"review" them during your stay with us.
In a few weeks, you'll be able to recite
them perfectly backwards and forwards.
In fact, you should study the rules when
you see them, since in three weeks we
will test you. You must know all the
rules VERBATIM by then, or you will
receive extra time.
Well, time to go
to the changing area, and get you
The young Nanny wheeled
Bobbi out of the little room and down
several long hallways. Though he
couldn't see well because his neck was
strapped to the chair, Bobbi glanced
into several rooms as they rushed by.
What he saw both confused and scared
him. In one room there was a line of
large cribs, with locking tops. In some
of the cribs, "inmates" like Bobbi sat
or laid sadly with forlorn looks on
their faces. In another room a "sissy"
was strapped in a high chair with a big
plastic bib tied around his neck. A
"Nanny" was absentmindedly feeding him
some sort of beige mash with a big
spoon, slopping half of the spoonful of
glop all over the inmate's face.
Soon the wheelchair turned into a
brightly-lit room. Bobbi's straps were
undone and he was told to get "on the
changing table." He did as he was told,
being too confused and scared to make
any bold decisions at the moment.
Once Bobbi was on the table and laying
down, his wrists were quickly strapped
above his head. Another strap was placed
across his chest and buckled done. Then
the Nanny simply and nonchalantly pulled
off the pink rubber pants he had on,
leaving him naked from the waist down!
He struggled to turn over and hide his
now-hairless genital area from female
"Oh, don't worry, Bobbi. I've
seen it all a thousand times. It's just
your silly little wee-wee, after all,"
the Nanny said as she casually brushed
her hand over Bobbi's small, soft penis.
"You'll be sleeping in a crib tonight,
Bobbi. And the crib has a locking top,
so you can't exactly get up to go to the
bathroom during the night. Our solution
to this little "Correctional problem" is
simply to put you in diapers," the Nanny
said as she began to sprinkle baby
powder on Bobbi's groin.
grew wide and he was nervous. The Nanny
saw his distress and smiled.
get used to it, Bobbi. You'll be in
diapers during the daytime as well, by
the way. And in a month or so, once
you're settled in, you'll have a little
operation. It doesn't do much -- except
make you completely lose all control
over your bladder, so you'll be as
incontinent as a little toddler."
With this news Bobbi moaned loudly and
sadly through his pacifier/gag. But the
Nanny just smiled at him.
reached down under the table and whipped
out a large, thick white diaper. She
expertly folded it into a sort of
triangular shape, making it even
"Lift up your bottom," she
Bobbi hesitated until
he saw a stern look on the Nanny's face.
"That hesitation just cost you two extra
weeks stay, Bobbi! Now; I said lift up
Bobbi stretched and
lifted his bare rear off the cool pink
rubber covering of the changing table.
As quick as a wink, the Nanny slipped
the thick diaper under his bottom. As he
lowered his bottom, she drew the thick
cloth up between his legs and over his
little "wee-wee." Diaper pins, with pink
plastic duck heads, were smoothly
inserted and secured at the corners of
the diaper, snugly holding it on Bobbi.
"Now for some nice rubber pants so you
won't get your crib sheets all wet," the
She reached under the
table again and came up with a large
pair of panties in a light pastel pink
tone. She held them up by the waistband
and shook them gently near Bobbi's face.
The smooth pink material rustled softly
and the slightly acrid scent of rubber
drifted to Bobbi's nose.
seeing, and wearing, an awful lot of
these in here, Bobbi," the Nanny said
with a giggle. Lift your legs a bit
Bobbi didn't hesitate this
time. Whatever was happening, he didn't
want to add to his time in this strange
The Nanny slipped the rubber
pants over his feet and pulled them
slowly but steadily up his hairless
legs. The pants pulled and rustled and
popped a bit as the tight legbands
stretched around Bobbi's chubby thighs.
Bobbi lifted his bottom off the table a
bit as the Nanny stretched the waistband
of the panties over Bobbi's thick white
diapers. She suddenly let the stretchy
rubber waistband go with a "Pop!" once
the rubber pants were pulled all the way
over his diapers.
Bobbi looked down
to see the smooth, pink rubber of the
panties ballooning over his bulky, thick
diapers. It was a sight that was not
only babyish, but distinctly juvenile
and asexual as well. The wearer of such
childish clothing could be male or
female, since diapers and rubber pants
like he now wore were distinctly
genderless in styling.
noticed the little cable-like thing
until the Nanny began to pull the ends
of it together at his tummy. It
encircled the waistband of the rubber
pants, being held in place by a channel
like a drawstring on sweatpants.
"This little waist lock is made of
Kevlar with a braided stainless core.
There's no way for you to cut it without
very special tools," the Nanny said
calmly as she looked down at Bobbi and
smiled. She then took out a small but
beefy padlock and slipped it's hasp
through the loops in the end of the
cable. With a quick "Click!" it was done
-- the lock was locked.
with this cable at the waist make sure
sissies like you don't try to play with
their wee-wees when they're in their
cribs at night. And it also makes sure
that only Nannies can ever remove or
change your diapers," the Nanny
"You might want to give
some very careful thought to this,
Bobbi," she continued. "Remember, we are
the only ones who can change your
diapers. So you had better decide to be
very nice to us, and very respectful,
Bobbi. And do exactly what we say. Being
in diapers without having them changed
is quite miserable -- you probably can't
even imagine how miserable yet, since
you're new here. But believe me when I
say you don't ever want to "cross" any
of us, Bobbi," the Nanny explained
Bobbi was scared and not
liking what was happening to him. Also,
he could feel that his bladder was
somewhat full, and he needed to pee a
little. Hopefully something would happen
so he could ask the Nanny nicely to take
off his rubber pants and diapers so he
could use the bathroom. But the large
pacifier gag prevented him from even
asking at this point.
positioned in his wheelchair again and
strapped in. The Nanny bent down when
she was finished and grabbed his cheek
between her fingers and pinched him.
"Now you just stay here for awhile,
Bobbi. I'm going to take my break now.
I'll be back later to put you to bed --
or "to crib" I guess I should say. And
if you have to go to the bathroom, go
right ahead. Your diapers and rubber
pants are designed to easily handle any
such childish "accidents"!
moaned and whimpered a bit, the Nanny
walked away with a slight giggle.
seemed like an hour before the Nanny
came back to see Bobbi. It was
humiliating to just be left there
strapped in a wheelchair. And more than
humiliating, it was very, very boring.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) he could
read the "Rules List" on the wall about
ten feet away from him. To keep from
getting bored, he read it over and over
again. Like the Nanny intended, Bobbi
had most of the rules memorized even
before he was "tucked in" for his first
"Well, I see you're just where
I left you, Bobbi," the Nanny said
gleefully when she returned. "Have you
wet your diapers yet?" she asked as she
calmly and nonchalantly put her hand
between Bobbi's legs and felt his rubber
pants for the tell-tale warmth of wet
diapers. It wasn't a sexual move at all,
but rather the calm and practiced move
of a babysitter checking to see if a
toddler had had an "accident" and wet
"Well, not wet yet. But
you will be, of course," the Nanny said.
The Nanny wheeled Bobbi down another
hallway and then slowly through a door
into a long narrow room. The room was
lined along one side with identical
large pink cribs. Other Nannies were
there -- and other "inmates" as well.
They were all diapered as Bobbi was, and
wore little belly-showing T-shirts like
his as well. One inmate had a lacy baby
bonnet tied on his head. And his T-shirt
was boldly embroidered with the words "I
Have a Very Tiny Wee-Wee." Bobbi guessed
that wearing the silly bonnet and the
T-shirt with the embarrassing revelation
on it was some sort of punishment.
The odor of the "Nursery" was not
pleasant. The mixed essences of
pee-soaked diapers, wet rubber pants,
and sour milk combined with the even
more unpleasant scent of the full
diapers of a few inmates who had not
been allowed "potty privileges" that
day. This unpleasant smell would help
"punish" all the inmates, so those who
were naughty enough to sleep in soiled
diapers were NOT popular with the
Bobbi's chair was stopped
before a crib, with a tag on it which
read "Sissy Bobbi: Inmate # 94-207." The
crib was large and was finished in pink
"O.K. Bobbi" the Nanny said
as she unstrapped him from the chair.
"In you go."
Bobbi climbed into the
crib and got under the covers. It was
only then that he noticed that the cribs
were outfitted with pink rubber sheets
and the small pillow was encased in
rubber as well. A pink vinyl-quilted
comforter added a bit of warmth if
needed. But the "Nursery" was kept quite
warm and humid by the heating systems
and all the bodies and wet diapers. Most
of the inmates kicked down the comforter
and slept only in their rubber sheets.
"You'll be sleeping in your crib for at
least ten hours, Bobbi, so just relax
and get some rest. You're diapered and
you're in rubber pants, so don't worry
about making a mess. And if by some
slight chance there is some tiny little
leak, your rubber sheets will handle it
just fine," she explained.
on his stomach, with his head buried in
his pillow. He was embarrassed, but also
trying to hide his nose from the odor of
the Nursery. His eyes just saw the
barred top of his crib being swung down
and locked firmly in place. The large
solid padlock swung to and fro from it's
immense hasp, making it plain there was
no possible escape.
The Nanny was
ready to leave. But she bent down and
reached her hand in through the bars of
the crib and patted Bobbi's diapered and
rubber-pantied bottom a few times. The
sound the patting made was a soft
"plop", and Bobbi could barely even feel
the pats on his bottom due to the
thickness of his diapers.
nice night in your crib, sissy" the
Nanny said happily. "I have a date with
my boyfriend tonight, so I have to go
now. See you around" she said as she
Bobbi just laid there and
cried a bit in frustration. He could
hear a few other inmates whimpering as
well. He wondered if they were new
inmates like him -- or if this place
made one whimper at night forever!
The sound of closing crib tops and
slithering rubber sheets filled the room
for a few minutes. Then it got quiet and
the lights slowly dimmed until there was
nothing more that a few little night
lights glowing on the walls.
didn't fall asleep for some time, but
eventually he did. What had kept him
awake was the Nursery smell. If he had
to sleep with this smell every night
he'd go insane, he thought!
during the night Bobbi woke up. He had
no idea what time it was, and no way to
find out. There were no windows in the
"Nursery", so it could be light outside
for all he knew. The reason he woke up
is that he had to pee. And he had to go
real bad! He held it, of course, hoping
against hope that someone would come in
and realize he had to go to the
He was exhausted and still
awake an hour later when he just
couldn't hold it any longer. First a few
squirts escaped into his diapers, and
then he was wetting his diapers full
force and uncontrollably. He had waited
so long that had someone come in right
now and told him he could go to the
bathroom he wouldn't have been able to
stop wetting himself.
In just a
minute or two, his diapers were so wet
they squished when he turned over. The
crotch of the diapers was wettest, but
the front and the back were also soon
wet -- all the way to the waistband of
his rubber pants. He sarcastically
thought that someone would have a big
mess to clean up, since Bobbi felt there
was no way diapers and rubber pants like
a baby wore could contain the amount of
pee a grown boy produced. But to his
surprise he was wrong. He reached around
expecting to find puddles on his sheets.
But there was nothing but smooth, dry
"The leg bands of the rubber
pants are pretty tight," he thought
curiously. And the waistband was high,
several inches over his navel -- and
pretty tight as well. As soaked as his
diapers were, all of the wetness was
easily and securely held within the
confines of his voluminous, locked-on
There was little he
could do but drift off to sleep, feeling
ashamed and babyish that he'd wet his
diapers like a 2-year old who'd had too
much water before bedtime.
later Bobbi woke to the sound of a silly
Nursery song coming over a loudspeaker.
The lights were also brighter than
before. Other inmates in their cribs
were stirring. And, unfortunately, the
odor was even worse than the evening
before. By this time, Bobbi thought,
everyone's diapers must be soaking wet,
or dirty, or both.
The silly Nursery
song repeated itself with annoying
frequency. Within five seconds of it
ended, it began happily again. . and
again. . .and again. . .and again. It
was the kind of little childish tune
that would get into your head, Bobbi
thought. Like it or not, you'd end up
with it playing in your head all day
The song was to the tune of
"LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN", but the
lyrics had been changed. It was sung by
a choral group with annoyingly
sing-songy and almost taunting voices.
Bobbi listened to the words, knowing
he'd be singing them in his head the
rest of the day. He could even hear some
of the other inmates softly humming to
the tune, like some kind of mindless
"Rubber Pants are All I
All I Wear ...
All I Wear ...
Rubber Pants are All I Wear...
my wet di-apers.
I Eat lunch in
My High-Chair ...
I Eat lunch in My
My Bib tied on Tight-ly
Nanny Laughs at My Wee-Wee
My Wee-Wee ...
Laughs at My Wee-Wee
'Cause it's So
Rubber Sheets are On My
On My Crib ...
On My Crib ...
Rubber sheets are On My Crib
In My Playpen I will
I Will Play ...
I Will Play
In My Playpen I will Play
I Take my Napp-y"
Over and over
and over it played, slowly getting
louder and louder. It was driving Bobbi
crazy. But of course, in his head, he
was singing right along with it, words
Finally the music stopped
suddenly. Someone just pulled the plug,
and the silly tune went from it's
loudest rendition to not being there at
all in a thousandth of a second. For a
verse or two, many of the inmates kept
humming or singing with the words. And
in Bobbi's mind, he found himself
singing verse after verse: "Nanny laughs
at My Wee-Wee; My Wee -Wee. My Wee-Wee.
. ." It was VERY maddening!
"Goodmorning you diaper-wetting social
rejects!" one of the Nannies yelled as
she walked into the Nursery. "Whewwww!
Some of you have very stinky pants this
morning, don't you? Make sure you raise
your hand if you have messed your
diapers, so your Nanny can take you to
the wash-down room."
As more Nannies
filed into the room and walked over to
cribs, Bobbi saw about a third of the
inmates raise their hands. They were
taken from their cribs and led off
harshly by impatient Nannies who held
their noses with one hand, and dragged
along their charges with the other. The
inmates toddled along with an unusual
bow-leggedness, due to their thick,
Finally a Nanny
came up to Bobbi's crib.
our new one, I see," she said as she
unlocked the crib. "I hope you had a
nice first night in the Nursery. How did
you like the smell?" the Nanny asked,
not expecting an answer from Bobbi,
since he was still gagged with the large
"The morning music is fun,
isn't it? You'll be hearing that little
ditty in your head all day, probably. We
have seven different tunes, and they
rotate -- I guess today was probably
"All I Wear is Rubber Pants". Not to
worry -- you'll soon know them all
entirely by heart, sissy!" the pretty
young Nanny said as she helped Bobbi out
of his crib.
"Come along now!" she
ordered as she walked toward the
doorway. "We have to get you changed for
Bobbi just stood there
for a moment, his heavy, wet diapers
causing his rubber pants to droop at the
"That's one week additional
time, since you didn't follow me,
sissy!" the Nanny said loudly as her
eyes flashed anger at Bobbi. "I said,
Bobbi toddled along behind
her quickly, his legs bowed by his thick
diapers. His rubber pants rustled
slightly and his soaked diapers squished
inside of them. But there were no leaks,
and the high, tight waistband of the
pants held them up against the
considerable weight of his wet diapers.
"You really must learn to obey
immediately, sissy. We don't tolerate
much hesitation in here," the Nanny said
as they approached the changing room.
The changing room was brightly lit, and
painted (as much of the place was) with
a light pink enamel. Several rows of
large, high changing tables were
anchored to the floor, with shelves
underneath for diapers, rubber pants,
pants locks, baby powder, and other
"essentials". Dressers lined the walls
with large labels on the drawers: "Pink
diaper shirts - short sleeve" "White
diaper shirts - long sleeve" "Pink
Rompers -- nylon w/back buttons" "Winter
playsuits w/snapped crotch"
Nannies were busy changing the diapers
of inmates who laid on the tables. The
sodden diapers were picked up with tongs
and dropped into pink plastic diaper
pails as big as trashcans. All of the
Nannies wore rubber gloves, of course.
"Up you go," the Nanny said to Bobbi.
This time Bobbi immediately obeyed,
causing the Nanny to smile at him.
"That's better. Now, put you hands over
your head," she said.
When Bobbi put
his hands over his head, the Nanny
grasped his wrists and put them in
padded cuffs that were strapped to top
of the changing table. Then she slowly
pulled on her gloves and tied on a
"O.K., sissy -- let's
see just how wet you are after your
first night," she said calmly.
Nanny unlocked the waist cable of
Bobbi's rubber pants and then pulled the
waistband up and down over Bobbi's thick
diapers. She motioned for Bobbi to raise
his bottom of the table as she drew the
rubber pants down Bobbi's thighs and off
his legs. She tossed the large pink
pants casually into a bin next to the
diaper pail that was labeled in big
letters "WET RUBBER PANTS".
Nanny then began unpinning Bobbi's wet
diapers, tinged yellow from his urine.
"Well, you ARE a wet little boy this
morning!" she said. "Good thing we have
those new, improved rubber pants, or you
might have sprung a leak!" With that she
held up the wet diapers with a pair of
plastic tongs, letting a bit of urine
drip on Bobbi's tummy before dropping
them with a loud "plop" into the diaper
Bobbi was powdered, and then
the Nanny placed a fresh diaper under
his bottom. She securely pinned it on
and them whipped out a pair of dry
rubber pants from underneath the
changing table. Bobbi lifted his feet
obediently and let the Nanny pull the
rubber pants on him. Soon, with a quick
"Snap!", he was diapered and his
waistband cable was locked, making sure
he stayed diapered until one of the
Nannies consented to change him.
Next, the Nanny placed pink woolen
anklets on his feet. And finally she
unsnapped his little diaper shirt and
snapped Bobbi into a new one -- this
time in a pastel pink that matched his
"And now for
breakfast!" the Nanny said happily.
"Come along, sissy," the Nanny said as
she unlocked Bobbi's wrists from their
Bobbi followed the Nanny
to the "feeding room", which was near
the changing room. Inmates in big
highchairs were all around the room,
being fed by Nannies. Bobbi followed his
Nanny to an empty highchair and when the
Nanny snapped her fingers and pointed to
the chair, Bobbi climbed up and in. Soon
his wrists were strapped down to the
arms, and "seat belt" was buckled at his
waist, and his ankles were shackled so
he couldn't kick his feet.
tied a big plastic bib around his neck
as she asked, "What would you like for
breakfast -- mashed bananas, pablum, and
a big bottle of buttermilk? Or perhaps
you'd prefer mashed bananas, pablum, and
a big bottle of buttermilk?" the Nanny
said with a giggle.
any choice in what he ate was now gone.
He would eat what he was fed -- do as he
was told -- sleep when he was put in his
crib -- and obey in every other way. It
was not the kind of life someone over
the age of two was supposed to have to
endure. But there it was.
spooned Bobbi his mashed bananas first.
He didn't eat it at first, but the Nanny
kept spooning it to him, smearing it on
his face and letting it dribble down his
plastic bib. As this was happening,
another Nanny came up with a large,
roll-around mirror and placed it right
in front of Bobbi's highchair.
guess our new sissy should see what he
looks like, don't you think, Monica?"
the mirror-wielding Nanny said to the
one who was feeding Bobbi.
"Oh, yes -
I agree. Right now he looks pretty messy
and silly, since he's not eating his
mashed fruit," she said.
in the mirror and saw a horrible image
staring back at him. Diapered and rubber
pantied, strapped into a highchair, in a
bib with messy, sloppy food all over his
face and down his bib, Bobbi was in a
very humiliating position. His
almost-bald head and absence of body
hair and skimpy little "diaper shirt"
added to his embarrassment.
don't begin eating RIGHT NOW, Bobbi,
I'll begin adding to your time!" the
Nanny suddenly said.
Bobbi ate the
bananas being pushed in his mouth with
the big spoon. And after that he ate his
pablum, which didn't taste so good.
After his "meal", a stand was rolled
over and clipped to the highchair. It
held a large baby bottle filled with
some sort of off-color milk. The nipple
was placed near Bobbi's mouth.
on your bottle now, Bobbi," the Nanny
said. I want ALL of your nice buttermilk
gone when I get back!"
walked off to take a coffee break,
leaving Bobbi in his highchair with his
bottle. Bobbi sucked on the bottle and
made a face. The buttermilk was sour and
room temperature. He struggled to get it
down without gagging. It was awful!
As he struggled with his stomach to get
the buttermilk down, a new problem
intruded. Bobbi began to feel the need
to use the bathroom. And he didn't just
have to "wet", either! He had to "go
potty", as they called it here. The
whole scene was like some nightmare gone
bad. Diapered, bibbed, eating bad food
and drinking sour milk. And now having
to go to the bathroom with no way to get
out of his diapers! What was he to do?
Finally the Nanny came back, looking
relaxed. Fortunately Bobbi had finished
enough of his buttermilk that the Nanny
"let him off" on the promise that "he'd
be good and finish it ALL tomorrow!"
Bobbi's eyes grew wide as the Nanny
calmly explained, "whatever you didn't
finish today we'll just add to
tomorrow's bottle, of course. So you'll
end up drinking all we give you anyway.
And when I say we add this to tomorrow's
bottle, I mean THIS milk, not new milk
of the same amount. It gets pretty sour
after a day or two, so I suggest you
finish your bottle COMPLETELY tomorrow!"
As the Nanny was
unstrapping Bobbi from his highchair,
she casually reached down and felt the
crotch of his rubber pants to see if
they were warm from being wet in.
"Still dry, for now, I guess," she said.
Bobbi needed badly to tell her he needed
to use the bathroom. He knew he
shouldn't speak without being spoken
too. All he could think to do was raise
"You need to tell me
something, sissy?" the Nanny asked with
Bobbi nodded "yes!"
"Well, go ahead -- but don't be too
wordy about it," the Nanny said
"I need to use the
bathroom, Nanny, please!" Bobbi said.
"Well, first off -- sissies like you
don't "use the bathroom", Bobbi. You
should say you need to "go potty" -- not
"go TO the potty" -- just "go potty."
And you need to ask me VERY, VERY
nicely, Bobbi, since I can easily decide
to just let you stay in your diapers."
"I need to go potty, Nanny, please,"
Bobbi asked as respectfully as he knew
The Nanny sat down in a large
padded chair that had a sign "For
Nannies ONLY!" attached to it. She
looked at Bobbi with an amused
expression on her face.
think you get it yet, Bobbi," she said
slowly. "Perhaps if you pointed
excitedly to your diapers and jumped up
and down like some silly two year old
and said "I need to go potty! I need to
go potty!" over and over again loudly, I
might think about letting you go."
Bobbi hesitated, since several other
Nannies had gathered around, with sissy
inmates standing behind them. This was
just TOO humiliating.
Bobbi -- if you don't want to ask like I
want you to, you can just spend the
afternoon in your playpen sitting in
messy, stinky diapers. Is that what you
really want to do, Bobbi? I think maybe
you'd LIKE to go potty in your pants . .
Suddenly Bobbi's face flushed beet
red and he began to jump up and down and
point rapidly to his rubber pants.
"I need to go potty! I need to go potty!
I need to go potty!"
Bobbi. Now jump a little higher and
point more rapidly, like you REALLY have
Bobbi continued to jump up
and down as the Nannies giggled and
laughed at him. A two year old would
have had more dignity asking his "mommy"
to take him to the potty than Bobbi did
at that moment.
The Nannies giggled
at Bobbi's antics. But after a few
moments his Nanny relented.
Bobbi, you may use the potty today," she
said as she reached out to unlock the
cable around his rubber pants. "But
here's the rules. You must be back here
ALL DONE and dressed in your diapers and
rubber pants in EXACTLY five minutes or
less! ONE SECOND longer and you'll not
get potty privileges for a full WEEK!"
Bobbi was happy, but suddenly he grew
nervous. He didn't even know where the
"potty" was! He raised his hand again
"You're wasting valuable
time, sissy," the Nanny said as she
looked at her watch.
please, I don't know where the potty
is!" Bobbi pleaded.
"Oh, I guess you
don't, do you," the Nanny said v-e-r-y
slowly. "It's down that hall over there
-- and it's a little ways too, so you
better get going!"
Bobbi turned and
ran from the room, his "Nanny" laughing
as he went. He ran down the hall and
finally found a large room labeled
"potty room". There was no door on the
room, and all of the "pottys" were
simply out in the open, with no sort of
"stall" around them at all. Several of
the "pottys" were being used by other
inmates. But Bobbi had no time to worry
about privacy or such "grown up" things.
He quickly slipped out of his rubber
pants and unpinned his diapers and took
a seat. He used the potty as fast as he
could, and them pinned himself back into
his diapers quickly, pulled up his
rubber pants, and ran quickly back to
the feeding room.
"Well, you just
made it!" Bobbi's Nanny said as he stood
there panting in front of her. She
quickly locked Bobbi's rubber pants on
him again. Then she got up from her
comfortable chair and said, "O.K. let's
get you over to the playroom."
followed his Nanny down several
hallways, still out of breath from his
run. But he was quite glad he'd made it.
Wetting your diapers was one thing --
but messing them was something else!
The "playroom" was actually a room of
little "cells", more like a jail than a
playroom. Each little "cell" was
outfitted with a rubber-covered floor
pad, a small blanket, and several very
babyish little toys, like rattles and so
forth. The "playpens" had locking tops
on them, preventing the inmate inside
from standing up. The playpen's occupant
had to lie down curled up, since the
"pen" was not large enough to stretch
out in. Or you could kneel or sit and
play with the little toys, Bobbi
Bobbi's Nanny opened the top
of one of the empty pens and said
simply, "In you go."
into the pen and watch his Nanny close
and lock the top. She then walked away
without a word.
Bobbi noticed that
there was only one Nanny in the very
large "playroom". The Nanny sat on a
sort of raised platform in the center of
the room, so she could see all the
"pens" easily. She even had a pair of
binoculars so she could look at a
particular inmate's activities in his
pen more closely without climbing down
from her position. In addition, remote
video cameras were placed all over the
room, slowly scanning back and forth
inside mirrored balls so inmates
couldn't tell precisely when their "pen"
was being viewed.
With this system,
one "Nanny" could effectively deal with
about 50 inmates, letting the other
Nannies take long, relaxing breaks
between breakfast and lunch -- and again
between lunch and dinner.
was numbered. And soon Bobbi heard the
"monitor Nanny" call out on a loud
speaker: "Pen # 113 - Stop trying to
play with yourself through your rubber
pants, or I will recommend you for a
Bobbi was bored in his
little pen. But that was the idea, he
guessed. And still, the silly nursery
song played over and over in his head.
He'd been here less than 24 hours and
already he was going insane! How would
he make two years of this? (Or was it
now two years and THREE WEEKS, since
time had been added to his stay!)
Suddenly Bobbi heard his "pen number"
called out: "Pen # 98, play with your
toys now, and stop being so sad -- look
happy -- this is "playtime" after all --
the highlight of your entire day!"
Bobbi picked up the rattle in front of
him and shook it slowly. THIS was the
HIGHLIGHT? He'd be nuts in less than a
week if this was what it was like. And
he had lunch to look forward to, also,
which his Nanny assured him was even
LESS appetizing than his breakfast had
After several hours in his pen,
Bobbi felt the need to wet again. He
didn't spend too much time worrying
about how he was going to get out or go
to the bathroom this time, however. When
he had to go, he just wet his diapers.
There was little sense in trying to
pretend anyone was going to let him do
anything else, because he now knew they
After a few moments he was
not only bored locked in his little
"playpen", but he was wet as well. His
soaking diapers squished as he moved
about. But his rubber pants didn't leak.
It maddened Bobbi that this place was so
damned efficient! It was obvious they
wanted to turn him into some sort of
"baby". And, though he thought it would
be impossible, within 24 hours here he
was -- sitting in a little
rubber-sheeted playpen with no hair and
nothing to do but play with rattles and
little stuffed animals, with a queazy
stomach full of baby food and
buttermilk. And with diapers as wet as
any toddler's, too!
He should have
NEVER vandalized all those cars and
knocked over all those mailboxes and
trashcans, he thought. It just wasn't
worth THIS boredom and humiliation for
two years. He decided right then and
there, after less than 24 hours of being
in "THE NURSERY PROGRAM" that if he ever
got out of this place with any sanity at
all, he'd NEVER break the law or destroy
Bobbi sat in his wet
diapers in his little "playpen" for
another hour or so before his Nanny came
in for him and said happily "Lunchtime,
sissy. Boiled kiddie dogs puree'd to a
liquid, mashed peas, and more buttermilk
for you! Yummy, yummy!" she said with a
"And we'll wait 'til AFTER
lunch to change your wet diapers!"
Bobbi cried like a baby as he realized
fully what his life would be like for at
LEAST the next 24 months. By the time
his Nanny was leading him down the hall
back to the feeding room, he was sobbing
"So, now you realize what
it's going to be like in here, don't you
Bobbi," his Nanny said. "Well,
unfortunately, you're right. And, if
anything, it will be worse than you even
know now, since you'll undoubtedly make
mistakes and have potty privileges taken
away -- and be spanked and have to write
sentences and things."
haven't even begun to work in the
laundry yet, washing all those wet
rubber pants by hand. And later, once
you're "broken in", you can deal with
all those wet and dirty diapers, too!"
the Nanny informed him. Bobbi's response
to this unfortunate news was to scream
like a two year old, and begin his
crying all over again. He sniffled as he
hopped up into his high chair and let
his Nanny strap him into it. His diapers
were wet and uncomfortable, and he
squirmed in his chair a bit. His Nanny
brought over the plastic tray with his
lunch on it and clamped it to his high
chair. There was a runny pinkish liquid,
which Bobbi realized was his "kiddie
dog" all ground up. And a greenish glop
that was his mashed peas. And, of
course, a big pink plastic glass of room
temperature buttermilk. Uggghhh!
Nanny calmly tied a plastic bib on him
and then spooned up a big blob of the
"Open up wide, sissy --
here comes lunchy!" she said with glee.
There would be no more crime for THIS
chastised little sissy when he got out,
that's for sure!