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It was a cold, grey, February, Sunday afternoon.Lesley, my wife pulled slowly into the car park and stopped the car a short walk from the ice-cream kiosk. The ice-cream kiosk was always open on Sundays, no matter what the weather or the time of year, it would be in this sea-front car park, available for ice-creams, ice lollies and other confectionary. Inside I could see the ice-cream vendor, a young female of around 18 years of age, probably a student at the local college earning extra money to supplement her grant, she was reading a book to occupy her time, there would be few customers for her to serve on days like these. There were just three other cars in the large car park, the cars were empty, their occupants probably taking a very brisk walk along the cold, windy sea front. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lesley said. My heart was thumping, my mouth dry. "Please Lesley, don't make me go for an ice-cream" I begged. Lesley looked at me through the drivers mirror, I was sat in the rear seat. "Button up your coat and get going" she ordered. I fastened the soft pink buttons of the very childish styled coat that I was wearing. It was pale pink, made from brushed cotton, smocked and quite short, the kind of coat a six year old little girl would love to wear on a Sunday outing with her mother. As I nervously fastened my childish coat, I could see my bare, hairless legs, my frilly anklet socks and my childish pink patent Mary Jane shoes. The pale mauve party frock with the masses of white petticoating that I was wearing did not want to be hidden away under the pretty pink coat. Try as I might I could not hide the fact that I was wearing a little girls dress. I looked once more at Lesley's grinning face in the mirror, she turned it slightly so that I could see just how ridiculous I looked. My hair was done in a typical little girl style parted down the centre with two wide mauve ribbon bows holding it in bunches. My face was a picture of abject misery because I knew Lesley would not relent in sending me out for an ice-cream. "Please Lesley, don't make me go" I begged one more time, hoping for a reprieve. "If you do not get out of the car this very instant, I promise you, you will be turning up for work tomorrow in that pretty outfit" she stated flatly. I shivered in fear for I knew to my cost that whenever Lesley made a promise, she never went back on her word. "Have you got your money?" she asked, readjusting the rear view mirror so that I could see her smiling face. I opened my hand to reveal the money in my sweating palm, fourty-five new pence, all in one pence pieces. "Now go and get your ice-cream like a good little girl" she sneered. The cold winter breeze rushed into the car as I opened my door, the wind blowing up my skirts, chilling my privates which were encased in a very frilly pair of flimsy little girl style drawers. "Close the door" Lesley snapped. Having gingerly stepped out of the car,I pushed the door shut, Lesley operated the central locking which locked the car with an ominous thud. I was trapped outside. The winter cold enveloped me and a shiver ran through my body, although I could still feel my face burning with embaressment. I walked slowly towards the big white van. The wind blew open my coat, exposing my pretty dress and masses of petticoats which were so short I had to hold my dress down to prevent my frilly drawers from being exposed. The ice-cream girl was still reading her book as I approached, she looked up as she heared my shoes on the concrete car park surface. Lesley had fitted them with metal taps so I could easily be heared as I walked. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she stared at me in shock, then amusement. I stood at the van window, forced to look up to her like a small child because the kiosk floor was higher than the ground I was standing on. She slid open the window, grinning now and shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes?" she asked bursting into laughter. I could hardly speak "Could I have an ice cream please" I croaked. "Any special flavour?" she managed to say in her fit of laughter. I shook my head. "Large or small?" she giggled. "Small please" I almost whispered my humiliation robbing me of the aility to talk. She could hardly get the ice-cream onto the cone, she was shaking so much with laughter. She handed down the cornet, I really did feel like a small child reaching up to take the cornet from an adult. I placed the money on the counter, the pennies noisily hitting the hard surface. "Have you raided your piggy bank?" she burst into hysterics again, I felt my face blush even redder, I waited, shivering with humiliation, as she counted the money into her till. "It's all there" she laughed still shaking her head. I turned quickly to get back to the car as soon as I could, but stopped in horror. The car had gone. Panic surged through me as I scoured the car park for Lesley. Except for the three empty cars that were here when we arrived, the car park was empty, I felt tears well up in my eyes, Lesley had left me. I turned around, my hands to my mouth in fear, I had dropped my ice-cream, my skirts blowling up in the wind, my dress, petticoats and my very frilly little girl drawers totally exposed to the ice-cream girl. "What's the matter?" she asked in concern seeing the look on my face. "She's gone" I cried " my wife she's left me" I must have looked like a frightened little girl, standing before her in a pretty frock, wailing about being left alone. A warm sensation enveloped my groin, then I shivered as the cold wind found the urine running down my legs as I stood there and wet my knickers. A large pool was soon around my buckled shoes, the girl clearly seeing it develop from her position looking down at me. "You've wet yourself" she burst out laughing again, pointing to the pool that was forming around my pink Mary Jane shoes. I burst into tears, real tears of humiliation, shame and fear. The girl threw her head back and laughed at me as I stood there crying like a child, looking for the world like an upset little girl in ribbons and frillies, surrounded by a puddle because I had just wet myself. "You'll just have to walk all the way home in your pretty clothes" she laughed "unless you want me to ring the lost childrens centre," she held up her mobile phone. I shook my shamed head, feeling my ribbons brush my face, turned and walked off. "Do you want another ice-cream little girl?" she shouted after me as I walked from the car park. I ignored her. It was five miles to our house from here. I walked as fast as I could, luckily the streets were deserted on cold Sunday afternoons like this. A few cars passed and honked their horns but I just looked straight ahead and ignored their cat calls of "Fairy, Sissy Boy and Pansy". I felt even colder now that my legs, socks and frilly drawers were soaking wet. My short frock offered no protection to the biting wind as it blew under my skirts and around my wet privates. No matter how much I tried, I could not stop the wind from billowing out my petticoats, lifting them high in the air, if I held my dress down at the sides my skirts blew up at the front and back, the opposite happened if I held them there. Oh how I hated wearing little girl dresses with their short skirts and masses of petticoats. It was almost dark as I stood at the house door, ringing the bell, Lesley allowed me in, a triumphant grin on her face. Later after I had prepared and served the evening meal, still in my humiliating clothes, I was told to get upstairs. "You have been a very naughty little girl" she stated, following me into the bedroom carrying a hard backed hairbrush, "dropping your ice-cream on the floor after saving up all those pennies" "I'm very sorry Lesley" I apologised like a penitent child, already nearly crying because I knew what the hairbrush was for. She motioned me to remove my knickers and lay across her lap now she was sat on a chair. WHAK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK She laid into my bare bottom. It didn't take much to make me cry these days and soon the room was full of the sounds of the brush landing on my bare bottom and me crying. Eventually she pushed me to the floor, where I lay on my back a blubbering wreck. "Because you have been such a naughty little girl, I have decided to punish you further. For wetting yourself like a baby" she sneered "I'm going to put you into a babies nappy." She took a large white towelling nappy, pink headed nappy pins and plastic lined frilly rhumba pants from the chest of drawers and knelt down beside me. I was still sobbing deeply as she pinned the nappy together around my loins, drawing the frilly baby pants up my legs and settling them over the nappy. "There, baby is all pinned up in his nappy" she mocked "and baby can wear his nappies all week" She laughed at the look on my face "Yes, even at work tomorrow." "But how will I be able to get my trousers on" I sobbed. The nappies she had used were extra large, extra thick terry towelling and very bulky. She shrugged her shoulders. "That is not my problem" she laughed "all I know is, the nappies and the frillies stay on, if your stupid pants don't fit, you'll go to work with your shirt tucked in your baby knickers" she paused for effect " and that is a promise" I burst into further tears, those hated words "I promise" condeming me to a very humiliating day at work. She produced a big pink dummy and pushed it in my mouth, "Its your own fault for wetting yourself" she sneered"now get up and let me get you ready for bed." My party frock, petticoats, socks and shoes were removed. A very frilly short babydoll nightie and pink bootees were put in their place. "As you are now dressed like a baby in your nappy and pretty baby clothes, I might as well treat you like one" she announced "crawl through to the spare bedroom I have a surprise for my litttle baby girl" She laughed at my frilly nappied behind bulging from underneath my nightie as I crawled. The spare bedroom had been re-decorated, she had turned it into a pastel pink nursery, dominating the centre of the room stood a large pink wooden barred cot. "You will not be sleeping in my bed any more." she stated " babies sleep in cots, so you will be put to bed in your cot every night from now on." "Not every night surely" I protested. "Every night" she laughed "and that is a promise" She lowered the cot side "And as babies go to bed very early, you will be put in your cot at five-thirty every night from now on." she said, motioning me to get into the baby bed. "But Lesley what about my squash league" I whined pathetically as I climbed into the cot. "Babies do not play squash" she scoffed. "But Lesley......no......I......" I began to protest again, she cut my complaints off. "Do you want me to ring Bill up and tell him the reason that you cannot play squash any more?" she asked, "should I tell him you will be safely tucked in your cot all dressed up in baby clothes and pinned into a nappy?." I shook my head. Bill was the captain of the squash club. "One more compaint from you and I will be straight on the phone" she said, starting to pull the blankets over me. "Lesley please...no.....I have to........" I started to say and immediately regreted opening my mouth. "Well!!!" she snapped exasperated. She left the covers, pulled up the side of the cot then stormed out of the room. I felt completely helpless, surrounded by pink bars wondering what my wife was going to do now. She returned to the bedroom holding her mobile telephone. "Please Lesley" I cried in horror "I'm sorry I will not complain again." "Too late" she said pushing the buttons on the key pad. I could hear the ringing tone as Lesley held the phone to her ear. "Please Bill be out" I prayed to myself. The ringing tone stopped and a male voice answered the call, it was Bill. "Hello Bill this is Lesley, yes, Davids wife" Lesley spoke into the mouth peice walking over to the cot and leaning against the bars. "I'm afraid David will not be able to come to play squash any more". I heared Bill ask why, was I all right, he was concerned that I wasn't ill or injured. "No, Bill, he is not injured or ill, you see Bill, the reason David will not be playing squash any more is because he will be sound asleep in his cot" she looked down at me, I heared Bill repeat her words incredulously. "That's right Bill, a babies cot, and just like the baby he is he will also be wearing a nappy" she told him. I heared Bill laugh. "Your joking" he said. "No Bill I am not joking, David is in his cot as we speak, he is wearing a nappy, a very frilly pair of baby pants and a babies nightie. I am looking at him now, he does look sweet" she laughed. "Yes Bill, you can speak to him, he is crying at the minute, I have had to give him a very severe spanking, so you'll have to excuse his sobbing" Grinning she handed me the phone. "Bill, its me Dave" I croaked. "Dave, what is Lesley talking about, is she going mad?" he asked. "No Bill she isn't going mad. I'm sorry but I will not be playing squash any more" I was sobbing as I spoke. "What's going on Dave, you sound like your crying. Lesley said something about giving you a spanking and you being in a babies cot and wearing a nappy, tell me it isn't true Dave" he said. I could not answer him and burst into tears again. "It is true isn't it" he guffawed "you're in a cot and you're wearing a nappy and crying like a great big baby". I couldn't talk any more, Lesley took the phone from my trembling hand, she waited for Bill to stop laughing. "Yes Bill he is a great big whimp" she laughed along with him. "What you need is a real man" I heared Bill say. "Perhaps you could show me what a real man is like" she said suggestively. "Just give me half a chance, the pleasure will be all mine" he responded. "And mine too, I hope" she giggled like a school girl. " How about dinner tomorrow night?" suggested Lesley, "I could put something very sexy on, cook us both a meal, open a few bottles of David's best wine, then you could show me just what a real man can do" she said huskily. Bill was a well known womaniser, he kept all the guys at the squash club entertained with stories of his conquests, relating in graphic detail how he laid each particular female. I knew Bill only needed the slightest opening and he would be into her panties, and Lesley was making it all to easy for him. "I'd love to come, but what about Dave?" he asked. Lesley looked down at me and sneered. "Don't worry about him, Bill, he'll be tucked up in his cot by five-thirty, safe and sound in his nappies and baby clothes." Bill laughed "Can I see him? I can't wait to tell the rest of the guys." "Of course you can" She giggled, "I'll put him in a pretty baby dress too, if you like." "Promise?" Bill asked. "Oh, I promise" she replied looking directly into my eyes, and another gush of tears ran down my cheeks. "I can't wait, I will see you tomorrow night then, what time?" Bill's voice was full of enthusiasm. "Around seven will be fine" Lesley said. "Seven it is then, and Lesley don't forget to wear something really sexy" he said. "I won't, its a long time since I had a real man in this house" she giggled. "Good-bye Bill, see you tomorrow, say good-bye to Uncle Bill, baby" She held the telephone to my mouth. "Bye Bill" I whimpered. "I'll see you tomorrow in your pretty dress" he guffawed. Lesley switched the mobile phone off. "You are going to have to learn that when I promise that I am going to do something, I mean it" she stated showing no sign of sympathy for me as I lay there snivelling in my cot. She lowered the cot side, took a handkerchief and allowed me to blow my runny nose. She pulled up the duvet, and pushed a big rag doll under the covers next to me. "Now you go bye-byes" she cooeed in mock tones as if speaking to a real baby. She pushed the large dummy back into my quivering lips. "I want you to consider how much being a naughty little girl has cost you today David" she said pulling up the cot side and clicking it into place. "You ARE going to work tomorrow wearing a nappy and frilly baby pants, if your trousers don't fit, you'll go to work with nothing to cover them and every one will see that you are wearing nappies. In the evening one of your best freinds will be coming round here, he will definitely see you in your cot wearing nappies and a very pretty baby frock." she smiled "and if everything you've told me about him is true, I'll probably end up in bed with him" She paused "Just think David, Bill will be screwing me rotten in the room next door while your in here, in a cot wearing a pretty frilly baby dress, a nappy and sucking a dummy". She threw her head back as she laughed loudly. "And" she said once she recovered "because you dropped your ice-cream today, just as soon as you've saved enough pennies, you will be going back for another one." She made a quick calculation in her head "That should be in the middle of summer" she giggled "so you will not have your coat on to hide your pretty dress, and there should be lots of people about to see you. And that is a promise, baby" she laughed. Her laughing voice faded down the stairs as she left me in darkness in the nursery. I cried myself to sleep contemplating an extremely humiliating twenty-four hours. I could see Bill in my mind, telling all my friends about me, and I tried to imagine his reaction when he saw me in the cot tomorrow night. Paroxysms of shame cursed through my body, I just hugged my dolly and sucked furtively on my dummy for comfort, and fell into a very troubled sleep. February mornings are dark, and because there was no clock in the nursery I had no idea of the time. I had had a very restless nights sleep, strange dreams of people laughing at me and little babies crawling around with my head on their tiny shoulders had caused me to wake several times. Each time I turned I could feel the hard wooden bars of the cot, reminding me I was sleeping in an infants bed. I was wide awake now, absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I was unsure of what was expected of me, should I get up and prepare breakfast as normal, or should I wait in the cot for Lesley to get me out like a child. My sides ached, I needed to pee so badly. I decided to get up, make Lesley a really nice breakfast, I really needed to get into her good books. I had just knelt up in the cot, feeling for the catches that held the cot side up, when the door swung open and Lesley turned on the light. I blinked as the bright light hurt my eyes, Lesley was all ready dressed. "Diddums babykins have a woverly sweepy time then" she cooeed in syrupy tones. I nodded sullenly. She lowered the cot side. "Bweakfast time pwecious" she giggled. "Lesley, I need to use the bathroom" I said crawling onto the floor. She ignored me. "Is babykins going to be a good little baby girl for mummy today" she said sternly. I nodded, I did not want to incur her wrath so early in the morning. "Baby crawl down stairs for his breakfast then" she snapped. Reluctantly I made my way downstairs, finding it a little frightening taking the stairs in this infantile way. She ushered me into the kitchen and watched my face as I spotted the large pink highchair that she had put in the centre of the room. "Up you get baby" she laughed patting my frilly padded bottom. "Lesley where on earth did you get this?" I gasped climbing into the wooden seat as she held the plastic tray out of the way. "Bernard made it for me" she told me, lowering the tray down and fixing it in place in front of me. Bernard was the local handyman, he did jobs for all the neighbours, such as decorating, gardening or fixing things. "Didn't he ask what it was for?" I asked incredulously. Bernard was a good worker, but he was a "busy-body" he knew every ones buisness and made sure he related his gossip to any one that would listen. "Yes, of course" she giggled, "I told him it was for you". I groaned in despair. "Put your feet in here" she ordered There was a peice of wood just above my ankles, it had two semi-circles cut into it where Lesley positioned my legs. Another piece of wood, exactly the same was hinged onto the first at one end, Lesley brought the two pieces together, like a set of old fashioned stocks they trapped my legs in place. Lesley slipped a small padlock through a hasp that had been screwed into the edge of the ankle stocks, and clicked it shut. She smiled that evil smile when she had me just where she wanted me, I shuddered in fear. "Put your arm down here" she giggled pointing to a steel hand-cuff that was fixed to the side, open ready to accept my wrist. The steel was cold as she pushed it into place around my arm, another hand-cuff at the other side rendered me completely helpless. "There now babykins is all ready for his bweky-weky" she laughed . "Lesley, please, I really need to go to the bathroom" I whined completely trapped in the high chair. "What are you wearing on your bottom, David?" she asked. "A nappy" I admitted blushing. "Tell me, David, why do babies wear nappies?" she spoke with the tone of a school teacher talking to an errant child. "Because they cannot control their bladders" I said weakly "but I can" I added quickly. "You cannot, you wet your pretty knickers yesterday" she scoffed. "But.....I....." I started to say. "But nothing" she snapped " babies wear nappies so they don't get their pretty clothes wet when they do their wee wee's, you will use your nappy just like a little baby. And it will stay on until I decide to change it, your pretty plastic baby pants will make sure it doesn't leak onto your clothes" I could hold myself no longer, as she prepared a large bowl of rusks in milk, I relieved my self into the nappy. Lesley laughed at my blushing face, she knew I had wet myself. "Has babykins done his wee wee then" she mocked. I nodded dumbly. Lesley tied a big bib around my neck, then talking to me all the time like a baby, spoon fed me a bowl of sweet, mushy baby food. A large babies bottle full of sickly sweet baby milk followed, I wretched at the taste as I sucked on the latex teat of the bottle, but Lesley made sure I drank the whole bottle. She wiped my face clean with the bib, admonishing me for being a messy baby, then released me from the highchair. "Time to get ready for work, David" she announced, ushering me back up stairs. She informed me that when I was in nappies I could only crawl about the house, I would be allowed to walk only when I had my proper clothes on, or my little girl outfit. She also informed me that she did not intend to change me until I came home from work, she said she wanted me to get used to the feel of wearing a wet nappy telling me she wanted me to develop a really nice nappy rash. "I wonder what the young girls will say when I take you to the chemists to get some nappy rash cream David" she sniggered, "they are bound to ask how bad your nappy rash is, I will just have to pull back your frilly baby pants and nappy to show them" My normal clothes were given to me on a hanger and she left me to get dressed, telling me to fold my baby nightie up like a good little girl. I put on my white shirt and tie, grey socks and then attempted to get my trousers on, it was impossible, the pants would not fasten together due to the bulk of the nappy, I even broke the zip trying desperately to hide my nappied condition. I was close to tears when she walked in. "They won't fit" I said almost in a whisper. "Take them off" she ordered "now get your shoes on". I was still sniveling as she handed me my breifcase. "You cannot go out like that David, you look a ridiculous" she said shaking her head. "Oh thank-you, Lesley" I gasped with relief thinking that she had relented on her intention to send me to work looking like this. "Your shirt needs tucking into your knickers" she laughed "there that is better" I almost fainted with shame as she led me to a mirror once she had adjusted my shirt. I looked absolutely ridiculous in my shirt, tie, socks, heavy shoes and my frilly nappied behind. "Off you go, David, and have a good day at the office" she laughed marching me to the front door. "Please Lesley" I bawled, tears streaming down my face "don't make me go like this" The front door was open now and I felt the cold winter wind on my bare legs. "Bye bye David" she laughed shoving me in the back so I was clear of the door step, then the door slammed shut, I heared it being locked behind me. I stood there trembling with fear rooted to the spot. Lesley opened the door "I suppose I could ring work and tell them your ill" she suggested. I felt elated at her show of kindness. I dropped to my knees "Thank-you, thank-you" I sobbed. "There will be a price to pay though" she sneered looking down at me sniveling at her feet. "Anything" I cried, desperate to be allowed back into the house before anyone saw me. "You had better mean that David, this is the only time I will break my word, and that is a promise" she sneered "I do Lesley, I will do anything you say" I croaked Once inside she took me back to the nursery and stripped me of my office clothes. "You will be off work all week" she told me, "your due some holidays anyway. During this week you will act exactly like a baby, do you understand" I nodded. "You will not utter one single word that I can understand from now on, you are only allowed to say goo goo or ga ga or any other baby sound you can think of, but no words, now let me hear you try, and remember you are a baby girl" "Goo goo goo goo ga" I sqeaked. She laughed. "Not bad for a first attempt. It will come much easier by the end of the week, but I warn you David, if you talk once like an adult while you are in baby clothes, you will be sorry, and that is a promise" She put my frilly nightie back on me and made me crawl back to the kitchen where I was put back in my high chair, she only locked my feet and my left arm in the restraints. "I want you to suck your thumb, baby" she said raising my hand and sticking my thumb in my mouth. "I want that thumb in your mouth all the time, it only comes out at meal times" I was informed. "Goo goo goo" I gurgled the thumb restricting my speech even more. "By the time I'm finished with you, sucking your thumb will be second nature" she giggled "I wonder what they'll say at the office when you can't stop sucking your thumb" Lesley picked up the phone and rang the office she informed them that I was wasn't feeling too well and they agreed to give me the week off against my holiday entitlement. "Now baby can stay at home all week with her mummy" she said pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo ga goo" I mumbled. She was full of herself as she tidied the kitchen up and put the breakfast items in the dish-washer. Once the kitchen was to her satisfaction she made herself a cup of fresh coffee, I had to have another bottle. While she was drinking her coffee she wrote a list of items she required for the meal with Bill tonight. "I wonder what a real man would like to eat" she mused teasing me, "should I get him a nice steak, or perhaps oysters. Oysters are supposed to turn a real man on and I want to make sure Bill is really horny tonight" she giggled "what do you think babykins?" "Goo goo goo" I said dribbling on to my bib. "I'll need some tins of baby food for you babykins, you are not old enough to eat adult food yet are you?" she asked wiping my chin. "Ga ga ga goo" I answered in baby talk. She stood behind me and ran her hands in my long hair. I had not had my hair cut for six months now, Lesley had trimmed the ends to keep it tidy, and it was more or less in a "page boy" style. "Wouldn't babykins look sweet if I died her hair blonde and permed it into pretty ringlets" she laughed. I wanted to say "no" but just continued gurgling like a baby. "I'll call at the hairdressers on the way back from the supermarket" She smiled putting her coat on "I'll be able to have your hair nice and pretty for when Bill comes tonight". I felt tears of frustration and humiliation welling up inside me. "Now don't start crying babykins, mummy has to go to the shops to get some things, you stay in your highchair like a good little baby, I'll be back soon" she said picking up her handbag and the car keys. She pulled the highchair round so I was facing the kitchen window. "Bernard always cuts the grass on a Monday morning, remember to give him a wave when he comes" she laughed and breezed out of the back door. I was left alone. The kitchen clock ticked away slowly as I sat in utter boredom in the high chair. Later the peace was shattered when I heared the sound of a motor mower start up in the front garden. Bernard had arrived and would soon finish the small front lawn, I knew this nosy old man was bound to look through the kitchen window.I desperately tried to get out of the highchair, but it was futile, Bernard had done an excellent construction job. I heared the back garden gate squeak as Bernard brought his mower through. Sure enough his grissled old face appeared at the window, a broad smile on his face. He waved his fingers as if waving at a child and burst into laughter. I sat absolutely helpless sucking my thumb. He disappeared and his mower burst into life drowning his coarse laughter. It was twelve-thirty when his mower stopped and silence reigned once again, this coincided exactly with Lesleys return. "Good day ma'am" I heared him say. "Hello Bernard, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Lesleys voice answered. Surely she couldn't bring him inside the house I quailed. "Love one ma'am, its bitter cold this morning" he replied. The lock turned in the door and it swung open, Lesley entered first grinning from ear to ear, Bernard followed, desperate to get a better look at me in the highchair he had constructed. "Sit down Bernard" she smiled at my red face. "Hello babykins, did my big baby miss mummy" she cooeed pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo goo" I said in a hoarse whisper. Bernard could not keep his eyes off me while Lesley poured them both a cup of coffee. "My husband is being punished for being very naughty,Bernard" Lesley informed him sitting next to him at the breakfast table. "Quite right too I expect" he laughed. Lesley told him all about my outing to get an ice-cream dressed up as a little girl and how I had wet a very expensive pair of knickers. Bernard was rolling with laughter as she related each detail. "So he is now in nappies" she finished. "Nappies, a grown man in nappies" he howled. "Yes nappies, come and look" she said standing up. She raised the plastic tray as far as it would go with my arm trapped in the hand-cuff, she pulled up the frilly nightie "There you are Bernard, a grown man in nappies" she also showed him the nappy was wet. "I never, a grown man in a wet nappy" he kept repeating to himself as Lesley showed him to the door. "You'll be the talk of the neighbourhood by the end of the day babykins" she laughed giving me another bottle feed. My nappy was sopping wet by the time Lesley decided to take it off me. She put me in a heavily scented bath washed my hair and scrubbed me clean. She dried me then led me over to the white basin where the pink/blonde hair dye had been prepared. She put the wet towel over my shoulder, then started applying the hair colouring. Satisfied she had put enough on, she sat me in a chair then proceeded to pluck my eye brows. The dye was eventually washed out and she towel dried my hair sniggering at its new colour. Back on the chair I had to sit still while she applied acrid smelling perm solution to small strands of hair then put it in the tiniest of rollers. It took well over an hour to put them in, a pink hair net followed then I was taken into the nursery put into a clean nappy and put into my cot for an afternoon nap while my hair dried and Lesley got on with her preperations for the evening. I did not go to sleep, of course, I just layed there, listening to Lesley as she sang happily to herself. Delicious smells permeated upstairs into my room, I was starving hungry, all I had had to eat so far was the rusks in milk at breakfast and three large bottles of babies milk. "Is babykins wide awake then" she gushed as she entered the room. "Mummy has got babies din-dins all ready for her baby girl" she said letting me out of the cot, following me as I crawled down to the kitchen. Several pans were boiling away on the cooker, my mouth watered at the smell. I was soon locked into the highchair, as I was about to be fed she allowed me to stop sucking my thumb, which was already quite sore from being in my mouth all day. "Is my baby vewy hungwy" she cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo ga" I squeaked. The micro-wave oven bell rang and Lesley took out a huge plastic bowl of brown mush. "Here's babies din-dins" she giggled putting the bowl on the highchair tray. She shovelled in a huge spoonful, it was foul and only just warm. I tried to spit it out only for her to scrape it off my chin and bib and shove it back in again. "This is proper baby food out of a tin, all babies have this for their din-dins" she said scraping the bowl as the contents finally disappeared "you had better get used to it's taste babykins, you will be having food like this for all your meals" she grinned "and that is a promise". "Woverwy chocky pudding next, babykins" she sang. Another large bowl was put on the tray, this time full of dark brown chocholate pudding. It was sickly sweet and again I tried to reject it, to no avail I was forced to eat it all. "All gone, babykins, who's a cwever baby girly then" she laughed. "Ga ga ga ga goo" I gurgled, glad that the ordeal was over. Lesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a large glass. "Does baby want a dwinky" she sang holding up the glass. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I gurgled enthusiastically. She took a large gulp of the wine "It's a good job I made you a big titty bottle of milk then" she laughed as she teased me. She saw the look of disappointment on my face as she brought over the babies bottle. "Babies don't drink wine, babykins" she laughed pushing the teat into my mouth "Only adults like Mummy and Uncle Bill are allowed to drink wine. Babies must drink milk so they become big and strong" The milk was sickly sweet and not at all refreshing but I was forced to drink the lot. When I had finished, she let me out of the highchair, cleaned my face with a scented baby wipe and led me back to the nursery. "I'll get baby ready first, then you can sit on the floor and play with your dolly whilst mummy gets all dressed up for Uncle Bill" she said. She went to the tall wardrobe and pulled out a very frilly baby dress. "Look what mummies got for her little baby girl" she said. The dress was pink satin, it had little puff sleeves and a tiny lace collar. The skirt hung from a high waist in typical baby girl fashion, it was very short, much shorter than my party frock, and frilly, lacy petticoats were sewn into the dress to make the skirt stand out. It was soon over my head, my arms in the puff sleeves and she buttoned it up at the back. She held up a pair of ultra frilly pink satin baby panties that matched the dress, removed my frilly knickers and pulled the new ones over my be-nappied and plastic panted behind. A pair of frilly ankle socks came next and were put on my feet. "Look what else mummy has got for her lucky little baby" she said proudly holding up a pair of pink baby shoes in my size "I saw these in a baby shop window" she said "they were made bigger for a special display, it was these that gave me the idea of making you into a baby. Aren't they sweet?". "Ga ga ga ga" I gurgled my reply, watching her fasten them on my feet. "Now let's get babies rollers out of your pretty hair" she announced. The hair net was carefully removed followed by the curlers. "Oh my goodness" she gasped as the last roller came out. She took a length of white ribbon and I felt her tie it tightly at the top of my head. "Fantastic" she said "absolutely fantastic, come and see what a pretty baby you are, babykins." I crawled to the full length mirror and gasped at the transformation. I hardly recognized myself as the overgrown baby girl stared back at me. The ribbon bow perched on masses of blonde curls which cascaded around my face, the dress was ultra babyish in design, so short my frilly knickers and nappy were clearly on view, the frilly ankle socks and baby shoes finishing the outfit off to perfection. I hung my head in shame. "You look adorable babykins" she gushed. "Now hold still while I finish you off" she ordered fetching her make-up bag. Pale pink eye shadow, black mascara and bright red lip-stick were applied to my face. "You don't seem to need any blusher" she giggled dropping the lip-stick into her bag. I looked like a baby doll. Time was getting on, I was sat on the floor in her bedroom, given the rag doll to play with while she showered. She came back into the room wearing just a towel, smelling of really sexy perfume. She dropped the towel in front of me standing above me naked. She had a beautiful figure and I felt my manhood start to react inside its towelling prison. "See what your missing, babykins" she sneered as she caressed her breasts "isn't Uncle Bill in for a treat" She dressed in a white satin bra and matching satin panties as she rolled sheer stockings up her legs and attached them to the white suspenders. "These should turn Uncle Bill on, don't you think so babykins" she giggled. "Goo goo goo goo" I gurgled holding the doll to my breasts. She sat at her vanity table and carefully applied her make up, she then took the hair dryer and styled her long dark her. She put on an extremely short, black dress that clung to her slim figure. Four inch black patent high heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked stunning. "Well babykins, do you think mummy looks beautiful" she said admiring herself in the mirror. "Ga ga ga goo goo" "More to the point, will Uncle Bill think I look beautiful, and want to make love to your mummy". She laughed at the absurdity of it, there I was, her husband, dressed in a pretty frock, frilly pink satin baby knickers and a nappy playing with a doll, watching her get ready to get laid by my one of my best friends. She found it so amusing that her control over me was so great, that even though I knew Bill would not only screw her, but tell everyone of my friends about me being dressed as a baby and make me a laughing stock at the squash club. I just sat there on the carpet looking up at her in my ridiculous clothes and my Shirley Temple hair style hoping for her mercy. I had absolutely no chance, she wanted Bill to make passionate love to her, but most of all she wanted Bill to see me as a pathetic baby girl. "Just look at the time babykins, its time for your beddy-byes" she announced. "Crawl into your cot mummy will be through in a minute" Dejectedly I crawled into the cot. As I waited for her to come into the nursery, I tried to summon up enough courage to overcome my submissiveness, I decided that as her husband, I was not going to allow her to let Bill into this house. I knew she would be extremely angry and I would suffer terribly for standing up to her, but I had to do it. Lesley breezed into the room. I felt sick trying to get the courage up to confront her. She pulled the duvet cover from the cot and raised the side. I was just about to speak when she reached over to the other cot side unfastened a clip and pulled a barred lid over the top of the cot. I watched in horror as it fitted the cot exactly, Lesley quickly locked it in place with two large padlocks. I was trapped in baby clothes in the cot. It had only taken a few seconds, any thoughts I had of rebelling disappeared as I realised the futility of my position. Lesley squatted down to my level. "Oh dear, David, you are in a jam aren't you" she sneered "locked in your cot in your pretty baby clothes, Bill will be here soon, and you haven't even got any covers to hide under" she threw her head back and laughed. She walked out of the room, leaving me alone in my baby cage. I felt like a condemned prisoner in his cell as the time went by slowly. When the door bell rang, my heart missed a beat. Lesley had left my nursery door open purposely, I could hear her high heels walk down the hall and the front door open. "Bill, how nice to see you, I'm so glad you could make it" Lesleys voice said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world" Bills voice said "Jesus, but you look stunning Lesley." "Why thankyou kind sir" she giggled "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends" I listened as Lesley flirted with him in the hall. "Are you wearing stockings?" he asked "I cannot resist beautiful ladies in stockings." "Why don't you find out?" she replied huskily. It went rather quiet for a few minutes and I imagined his hands running up and down her thighs exploring for suspenders. "Oh Bill" she moaned, I then heard them kissing each other loudly. "Lesley, were you joking about Dave being in a babies cot last night?" I heared him enquire eventually. "Certainly not" she laughed, "I've got him all ready for you upstairs." "I've got my Poloroid camera with me can I take some photo's to show the lads?" he laughed. "Be my guest" she giggled "come on I'll show you where he is" I shut my eyes in shame as I could hear them climb the stairs. "There he is" Lesley said "my pretty baby girl" I opened my eyes to see them both standing in front of the cot, the room echoing with their laughter. "Smile Dave" Bill said pointing his camera at me and blinding me with the flash. He took a full pack of film, Lesley laying them on the dresser to develop. Satisfied he had taken enough pictures he put his camera down, Lesley joined him at the cot side and their arms went round each others waists as they looked down on me. "Don't you think he makes the prettiest baby girl, Bill" Lesley giggled. "I've got to say that dress really suits him" he guffawed "the ribbon, the ringlets, those frilly socks and those cute baby shoes are really you, Dave, I don't think I have ever seen you in clothes that suit you so much" I hung my head in shame trying my hardest not to burst into tears. "But there is one thing that suits him more than any other" he added "Whats that Bill?" Lesley asked. "His nappy" he burst out laughing, I burst into tears. He pulled Lesley close to him and they french kissed, his hands all over her. "Oh Bill your such a real man" she moaned. Bill forced her to the floor and was soon on top of her pulling at her clothes. "Oh, Bill, not in front of the baby" She laughed looking at me crying in the cot. Her dress was off now as she stood there in her bra, silky white bikini style panties and stockings "Baby is much to young to know what we are doing Lesley, baby will just think were playing horsey" he laughed removing his clothes until he was there in just his boxer shorts. Lesley looked shocked at the very large bulge tenting out the cotton of his pants. "Oh my god Bill you are enormous" she announced excitedly as his erection grew. She fondled him before excitedly pulled off his shorts as he lay on top of her . I was forced to watch as he kissed her breasts then between her thighs, she moaned with pleasure.She slipped off her panties and threw them at me then returned the compliment, she took his very large thick rampant manhood in between her lips and sucked greedily on the long thick shaft. I placed Lesley's panties up to my nose and smelled the over powering excitement of her cummy wet panties.I pulled them over my head and began rubbing the front of my frilly satin panties which made a noise as they rubbed against the plastic pants underneath. I was amazed at his size and concerned that he may hurt her because he was so big.Still on her back she guided the over sized penis to her slippery vagina. Bill pushed himself into her and she began to moan almost immediately as he stretched her tight vagina like it had never been stretched before. Soon they were making love ,she wrapped her legs over his broad shoulders and pushed upwards to encourage him give her all that he had to give.Soon the room filled with their rhythmic moans ,Lesleys face in ecstasy as she felt his huge manhood explore the depths of her vagina like no one had done before His large penis hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust,his large testicles slapping against her buttocks,the noise almost deafening.She moaned louder her face buried into broad shoulder ,her arms clamped around his back urging her him "fuck to her harder".I could see his long thick cock plunging in and out of her very wet pussy his penis covered in her juice until they both climaxed together.My gorgeous wife looked thoroughly satisfied . They lay there gasping in each others arms for a while then they sat up and looked at me, as I continued to rub at my baby knickers they both burst out laughing Lesley found it highly amusing that I had her wet panties over my head with the gusset placed over my nostril's. "C'mon baby girl make cum cums for mummy and Daddy" .Lesley urged me and teased me for being a sissy adult baby cuckold and within a moment I creamed into my nappy. Lesley and Bill laughed so much I was in fear someone outside might hear. "That is what real men do Dave" Bill sneered they fuck women, "they do not wear frilly pink dresses and frilly pink baby knickers with wet nappies underneath." "Baby girls do though" Lesley joined in " hes such a baby sissy ..such a wimp even more so now he has my panties over his head, come on Bill lets get something to eat and drink." "Nighty-night diddums" he mocked . "Nighty-night babykins" she laughed. They turned and left in each others arms leaving me in the darkness. I must have cried myself to sleep for I didn't hear Bill leave. It was also quite late in the morning as it was light outside and still Lesley hadn't unlocked the cot lid. My nappy was wet as I had had to relieve myself in the night, and now I was desperate to open my bowels. For the last couple of hours I had fought against soiling my nappy, but it was a battle I couldn't win. Suddenly my will power collapsed and I felt the mess squeeze into my nappy and between my legs. It was the most degrading act, it confirmed my status as a baby. Shortly after, Lesley danced into the room, wearing a flimsy white silky negligee with a pair of small silky white nylon panties. She looked like the cat that had just had the cream. "Pooh, has babykins had an acccident" she giggled unlocking the cot. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I stammered. I was told to go down stairs and get in my highchair. She followed and locked me securely into it. The kitchen was full of the smells of a cooked breakfast, my mouth watered as she filled two plates with bacon, eggs, sausage and beans. She put one plate close to the highchair, "Hungry baby?" she smiled. I nodded. "Goo goo" I said in my best baby girl voice. "Well mummy will get yours after me and Bill have had ours" she laughed. "Bill its on the table" she called up the stairs. Bill came into the kitchen wearing one of my robes and kissed Lesley full on the lips "God you are one sexy lady" he said patting her bare bottom. "Get your breakfast before it gets cold" she giggled like a schoolgirl. He sat down and looked at me. "Coochee coochee coo" he laughed and pinched my cheek viciously. They both ate their breakfasts laughing at me in between mouthfuls. "Baby has pooh pooh'ed his nappy" Lesley informed him. He shook his head in disbelief "Wearing baby clothes is one thing" he sneered "but actually soiling himself is another, do you know, I actually think he enjoys being in nappies". Lesley looked at my beetroot red, tear stained face. "I don't think so" she laughed " but babies have no choice, they wear nappies and plastic pants whether they like it or not" Lesley finished her breakfast first, poured some coffee, then filled my large plastic bowl up with baby mush. "What is that?" Bill asked "it looks revolting." "It is" she laughed, "its babies breakfast" She took a large spoonfull and held it to my lips. "Open wide babykins" she ordered. I shook my head. She just held my nose until I gagged for air and in it went. Bill howled as I was force fed. Lesley then gave me my bottle in front of him. Tears were soon flowing again as they both mocked me for being a great big baby in a dirty nappy. Lesley sat on Bills knee in front of me, and I watched as Bills hand slipped in between her inner thighs. She gently opened her legs so he could touch her intimate parts. "It's a pity he wasn't at the squash club last night" he said caressing her sex through her flimsy underwear. "Why?" moaned Lesley. "He would have found out that we are having a fancy dress night this week" Bill smiled. "Your kidding" she screamed. He shook his head. "For all members and their wives or girlfriends, and fancy dress is compulsory" they both laughed again at my tear stained face. "We'll have to go" she said excitedly, getting aroused again by Bill's attentions to her sex. "Promise?" Bill said kissing her deeply on the the lips. "Promise" she moaned and her tongue plunged into his open mouth. Bill stood up, picking Lesley up physically, as he rose. She clung on to his neck still kissing him ".Her long slender tanned legs wrapped around his torso.her short dress slid up and I caught sight of her sexy white satin panties He grabbed her buttocks and she gently rubbed her self up against his tented crotch.I could clearly see her white silky pantied crotch become wet with her excitement. Oh Bill you're so strong" she gasped. "I'm just taking your wife up to her bedroom to make love to her again, Dave." he triumphantly informed me, "you be a good little baby while we are away" They left me alone in the highchair, the babyfood around my mouth drying hard, my soiled nappy reminding me just what a big baby I had become. Bill stayed all day, I never saw much of either of them, I was put back into my cot with my doll and rattle to play with. The lid was locked back in place and I was forced to listen to their love making as I played with my toys. The dirty nappy was not changed either and I could feel a severe nappy rash developing as the acids in my eliminations worked against my skin.I was hard in my nappy as I listened to Bill fuck my pretty wife. Lesley was very vocal as she was pleasured by her new lover.I was left feeling strangely jealous but clearly aroused . It was early evening when Bill had to go, he came into the nursery to pick up the photos he had taken the night before. They both laughed as they flicked through the snaps. "Wait until the guys and the wives see these tonight" he laughed. They kissed again then Lesley showed him to the front door, where Bill promised to call round tomorrow after work. "I'll make sure I'm properly dressed then" Lesley giggled "That nightie will do just fine" he replied, then he was gone. At last Lesley turned her attentions to me, I was stripped of my dress, socks and shoes, then in the bathroom she removed my nappy. All the time she spoke to me as if I were just a baby, I goo gooed and ga ga'd my replies. The scented bath water stung my sore bottom as Lesley scrubbed me. A clean nappy was pinned on me as soon as I was dry followed by my frilly pink see through nylon baby knickers and my baby doll matching nightie. I was fed in the highchair but she allowed me to lay across her lap to give me her bottle, telling me what a pretty baby I was and that I was going to be her baby for ever and ever. Before she put me to bed, she put the pink hair net over my curls. "I want to make sure your ringlets are still in for when you go back to work" she said. The next day we seemed to have more visitors than normal. Bernard had obviously been spreading his gossip. Lesley made them most welcome and did not spare me from their curiosity, I was paraded in front of them dressed exactly as I was for Bills visit. Oh how they laughed as I crawled at their feet playing with my rattle and sucking my thumb. After their initial shock of seeing a grown man in such pretty frilly clothes and pinned into nappies, their contempt was evident. For one of the so called "superior" sex, to allow himself to be humiliated in such a manner was beyond belief, and they all agreed I deserved all the humiliation I received at their hands. I had given up my rights as a man, I was a disgrace to the male sex, they also agreed to make sure that I would never be able to claim my rightful position among the male sex again by effeminate me to a great big sissy-boy. I was promised that by the time they had finished with me I would definitely not be a man, I would be a baby girl. I was treat like a doll, they tied and re-tied my ribbon in various positions in my ringlets until they found the place they thought it suited me most, my baby dress was fussed over, my frilly panties and nappied bottom patted just like a baby girl. They loved having a "man" in this position and took out all their frustrations with the male sex out on me. Lesley told them of her night of passion with Bill, they all agreed that she deserved a "real man", and volunteered to baby-sit me if ever she wanted to go out. Mrs Franklin suggested her daughter, Jennifer, for the job, although she was only just eighteen, she was quite capable of taking care of such a big baby. I was a whimpering wreck when they all left, I stank of sweet perfume, my eye-brows had been died the same colour as my hair, and my face made up with eye shadow, mascara and lip-stick. I lost count of the times I had my lip-stick repaired whilst sat on one of the neighbours knees, the constant sucking of my thumb smearing the bright red cosmetic around my mouth. Bill turned up later, Lesley had changed into her sexy negligee ready for his visit. They greeted like lovers, embracing and kissing each other whilst I played at their feet with my doll. Bill told her of his night at the squash club. "I couldn't get away" he said "everyone wanted to see the pictures of him in his baby dress, and I just had to tell them that I made love to his beautiful wife." Lesley kissed him passionately on the lips her tongue invading his open mouth. "They have all bought tickets for the fancy dress on Friday, I told them we would be taking him in his nappies and baby clothes". They both looked down at me laughing at the tears that were running down my cheeks. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, as adults do with babies in the room. Lesley dragged Bill on to the sofa and they cavorted sexually in front of me, I was extremely jealous, but felt so stupid in the baby clothes, I just played with my doll. Over the next three days I was kept to a strict nursery routine, supervised by Lesley and the neighbours. Indignity after indignity was heaped upon me. I was introduced to Jennifer, my new baby sitter, and two of her school friends who found my situation hilarious. They were all in their final school year before starting college in the new term.Three very pretty 18 year old girls. I will never forget the embarrassment when they saw me dressed as a baby in my short pink satin baby dress with my long hair in pink ribbons,they pointed and laughed when they caught a glimpse of my frilly pink satin baby knickers that were covered in matching pink baby lace on the front and rear. "oh gosh look he's wearing a nappy and plastic pants and just look at those cute frilly pink knickers " Jenifer said laughing and pointing at me.They took out their mobile phones and took several photos of me giggling as they did so. "We must show the rest of our friends these sweet photos " Jenifer informed Lucy and Vicky. Jenifer was such a mature girl for her age,lovely long blonde hair that almost reached her sexy bottom. Her dark brown eyes full of mischievousness with stunning looks. She then flicked through the photos on her phone,sending them to all her friends. I was asked to sit on her knee while I drank from a baby bottles,more photos taken. It was totally embarrassing sat on a eighteen year old girls knee, being bottle fed, while Lesley told them all the baby things I did including pooing my nappy.Lesley even told the girls about my size explaining it was just too small for a satisfying sex life ,she was just unable to feel me inside her and thats why she has a boyfriend now.Lesley told them about her night with Bill and how I wore her wet panties over my head whilst I masturbated watching her being fucked by a man with a much bigger penis. Of course the girls were very intrigued by all this and began to ask questions. "So it turns him on then,dressing as a baby girl and watching you have sex with another man,a man with a much larger penis .its so weird" Jenifer said incredulous and shocked to what Lesley had divulged. "How small is he" asked Lucy, a very attractive girl with long dark hair that almost matched her eye colour. Lesley looked at me then smiling told the inquisitive teenagers to my shame." He's no more than 3 inches hard and its quite thin too" she added. They all looked at me and began smiling and giggling before nervously asking Lesley if they could see it.I looked at them pleadingly but Lesley had me stand in front of them.She lifted up my short frilly pink satin baby dress and told me to hold it nice and high. The girls began laughing as they got a good look at my frilly pink baby knickers. "So adorable ..you look very cute in those pink satin panties baby" Lucy although looking embarrassed reached out and touched the front of my knickers with her fingers wearing red nail varnish ."Your knickers feel very frilly and silk soft baby is that why you like wearing them" she asked.I just nodded my face feeling red with shame. Lesley asked her if she wanted to pull down my knickers but Lucy declined . "I will Jenifer announced,she moved forward and dropping to her knees in front of me looked up at me smiling.She placed her hands on the waistband and gently pulled my knickers down to my ankles.She did the same with the see-through plastic pants before finally pulling my cloth terry nappy down. I was still aroused and as the nappy was pulled past my genitalia shrieks of laughter came from the teen girls,Lesley just sat there smiling and enjoying my humiliation. "No way . oh my god that sooo tiny Vicky said at the same time.This was the first time Vicky had really spoken she looked very shocked holding a hand up to her mouth to hide her laughter and smirking. "Aww poor thing that must be so awful to have such a teeny tiny penis" she continued.Jenifer said it was smaller than her 5 year old nephews and they began to laugh referring to it as a "baby dick". Lesley produced a tape measure and handed it to Jenifer." why dont you measure him ". Jenifer placed the tape measure at the base of my penis and ran it along the shaft up to the tip of my penis. Her soft touch keeping me fully hard ,she laughed as she announced "no way ha ha its not even 3 inches ....I make it 2.9 inches".They all laughed and produced their phones and took more snaps of me whilst Jenifer held the tape measure to my small member."Its quite a pathetic one for a grown man and yes Lesley its very thin no wonder you need another man...a real man how big is your boyfriend" she asked. Lesley not one to be shy about such things told the girls she had never measured Bills penis but went into great detail on how big and thick it was. "He really is very big,must be around 8 inches i would guess and its so thick I can barely get my fingers round it.He penetrated me so deeply the feeling is me so deeply and the feeling is just so overwhelming,amazing infact .I always climax with him unlike my sissy baby girl here" .Whats more my icke baby girl likes to watch me and bill fuck don't you eh, it turns you on when you see him on top of me fucking me with his big thick cock while you rub your tiny willy in your nappy and pink frills while you are in your baby cot" The girls just sat laughing hysterically listening as my wife told them about her sex life and more embarrassingly that it turned me on seeing her with a much bigger man whilst I lay there in my cot watching them. Of course they found it quite amusing but Lucy said she felt sorry for me but understood why she Lesley needed to be pleasured outside our marriage. "I dont think I could have a boyfriend with such a small penis like your husbands she told Lesley.Its just not very manly. I do think he looks so adorable and cute dressed up as a baby girl". None of these girls were virgins as then began to disclose to Lesley that they had been with boys since they had all turned 16 or 17 years old and those boys were all much were "much bigger" than me,"twice the size" they all agreed unanimously. My penis remained hard I secretly enjoyed the humiliating comments and how theses sexy teenagers were comparing my penis to the "thick 6 or 7 inch cocks of their boyfriends. My humiliation did not stop there. I also had to suffer the ultimate humiliation of having my nappy changed by Mrs Franklin, she led me away, with Lesley's permission, to the nursery. I whimpered all the way to the nursery, knowing that this woman I hardly knew was going to deal with my most private of parts, but I had become so docile I did not even think of rebelling and got up onto my changing table, like a gentle lamb. As Lesley had pointed out, babies have no modesty, they are not old enough to get embarrassed when a total stranger changes their nappies. I felt totally humiliated as Mrs Franklin lifted my skirts, pulled down my frillies and removed my wet nappy. She spoke to me throughout the operation, telling me what a dirty baby I was wetting and pooing my nappies. She spent ages cleaning around my limp privates, amused at my baby sized penis and reaction to a females touch. "By the time we are finished with you, you will be incapable of having an erection" she sneered "your little dickie will never get hard ever again, its only use will be to wet your nappies". It was true, the humiliation of wearing nappies and dresses was emasculating me. Even when Lesley attended to me and fondled my private regions there was not the slightest sexual reaction, she found it so amusing that after only this short time I was incapable of getting hard, what would I be like in a years time she had laughed. Mrs Franklin pinned me into a fresh nappy imprisoning the only thing that identified me with the male sex now that I was in such pretty clothes, and covering the nappy with the frilly pink knickers. "There, now no one can tell that you're anything but a pretty little baby girl" she laughed. Lesley rang Bernard, she asked him how he was getting along with his latest project, she told him she required it for Friday if that was possible. Bernard had promised he would do his best. Friday saw my face made up to perfection, my white ribbon tied prettily in my ringlets and dressed in my baby finery. Two thick nappies to emphasis my baby state and a pair of white silk mittens that Jennifer had bought for me, they were tied on my wrists with delicate white baby ribbon. I also had a set of pink baby reins buckled on to my chest, one of the neighbours had found them in their loft. They were of the old fashioned style with little bells on the front that rang every time I moved. I had to crawl around the house with Lesley holding the leading rein, I was an adult baby puppet on her string. I was sat in my highchair when Bernard came, Mrs Franklin was feeding me a bottle of babies milk which had a strong laxative powder mixed in. "This will ensure baby poo's his nappy in front of everyone at the squash club" she laughed making sure I drank the very last drop. Bernard took them outside to view his handywork. I knew by the cheer that I wouldn't enjoy whatever he'd made. Mrs Franklin entered the house grinning from ear to ear, a huge black pram followed, pushed by Lesley. I watched in horror as Bernard demonstrated his alterations to the baby carriage. He unlocked a panel at the handle end of the pram and slid it out, the panel had two half circles cut into it like the ankle stocks that trapped my legs in the high chair. "His legs fit in this black shopping bag, ma'am, so no one can see them" he said. The large black shopping bag was attached to the body of the pram. "The panel slides back in place above his knees, these padlocks ensure he can't get out" he beamed with pride at his efforts. "Let's try it out then" Lesley couldn't wait to see me in it. Mrs Franklin released me from the highchair, Bernard held the pram steady and I treated them to a display of my heavily nappied, very frilly behind as I clambered into the pram. Lesley guided my feet into the bag and made sure my legs were positioned properly in the half circle pram stocks. She slid the panel onto position and padlocked it into place. Bernard was correct I was trapped. They laughed at my crest fallen face as I gurgled baby noises. Mrs Franklin attached my reins to the body of the pram "So baby doesn't fall out" she laughed. There was absolutely no chance of me escaping from the pram. Lesley could wheel me any where she liked and just like a baby I was helpless to stop her. She confirmed my worst fears "I'll take him to mothercare tomorrow, and then to the park with all the other babies" she howled. Mrs Franklin suggested taking me to school one day to meet Jennifer at home time, Lesley loved the idea. I burst out crying, as I realised I was now completely at their mercy, and knew I would get none. They all laughed at the babified man sitting so sweetly in his pram. Bernard was paid and Lesley asked if it was possible to construct a baby walker for me. "No problem ma'am" he said leaving the laughing females to look after baby. As he left Jennifer walked in, it seemed our house was open to all these days. How she laughed at me in the pram and when her mother told her that she would be wheeling me round to her 6th form class in school on Monday she jumped up and down with excitement. I was left in the pram for the rest of the day, Lesley had no intentions of changing my nappies before we got to the squash club, she wanted everyone to see that I used my nappy just like a real baby would. Lesley asked Jennifer to baby-sit me whilst she got ready for the fancy dress party she didn't want babykins getting up to mischief, such as trying to escape from his pram. As if I could Bernard had excelled himself once again I was well and truely trapped. The only way to escape from the pram would be to undo the padlocks which were frustratingly out of reach on the kitchen table. As the time got nearer to going to the squash club I was having grave mis- givings with regards to my situation. How had I allowed myself to be put in this situation, I was sat in a pram, I was wearing nappies, I was dressed as a baby girl, I even had a ribbon in my ringleted hair. What little was left of my male pride was fighting back, urging me to rebel, I was a man not a baby girl for goodness sake. The realisation that Lesley was actually going to take me out in the pram dressed as I was and humiliate me in front of all my friends was becoming clearer by the minute. My male spirit was fighting valiantly against my submissiveness, but it was too late, I was trapped in the pram, there would be no reprieve for me. I was going out in my baby clothes and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop them. Lesley breezed into the kitchen, she looked absolutely fabulous, she was dressed as a sexy nurse. Her nurses uniform was so short her stockings and suspenders were on display. "What do you think Jenny" she twirled to show herself off. "You look great" she said, "You'll knock them dead, there isn't a man alive that wouldn't get turned on by you in that outfit". They both looked at me and burst out laughing "Well maybe one" They said together. "Doesn't babies mummy look super-duper" Jennifer cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo goo ga" I gurgled. I nearly died with shame as the young girl raised my skirts and plunged her hand into my nappy and felt my limp penis, she squeezed it gently and rubbed it,her soft fingers grasping my shaft between finger and thumb ,I quickly became erect as she looked at me ,humiliating me as she announced "awww baby has a ickle hard-on now poor baby ,its soooo tiny much too small to give any pleasure to me or any other woman". "It really is a tiny little baby dick isn't baby girl" Jenifer began giggling, stifling a laugh as she placed a hand to her mouth. She adjusted my nappy and frilly knickers patting them softly as my tiny member ached in its soft nappied prison. "No, not even the slightest signs of being turned on" she laughed, "but then again he is a baby". Jennifer said good-bye offering to take me out in the pram tomorrow as school had finished for the week, Lesley confirmed that she could. "Aunty Jen-Jen see her big baby tomowow, baby go walkies to the park" she cooeed. "Well, David, what a state you are in, all dressed up in your baby clothes in your pram ready to go out and meet all your friends who will laugh and laugh at you. You do realise you will never be able to show your face again to them, they will never think of you as a man ever again, this is the beginning of permanent babyhood for you." she said ominously. "Bill is moving in with me, he will be the man of the house, you will be our baby girl, I've already written your letter of resignation, I'll take you in your pram on Monday to give it in, I'm sure all the girls at the office will want to see what a pretty baby you make." "Dont bother to kick up a fuss either ,Bill has my permission to put you across his knee for a spanking when ever I feel its deserved...I expect that excites you though doesn't it eh Having him place you over his knee lifting up your frilly pink dresses and pulling down your frilly baby knickers and nappy and spanking you across your bottom with his large hands...will your cry eh baby girl" ? I listened in absolute horror as my sexy wife laughed and spoke those words in a mock baby tone. "Who knows, David, maybe one day Bill and I could get married, just think you could be our little baby bridesmaid" she giggled at the thought of it "and if your very lucky we may even adopt you officially and you will be our baby girl forever" " But I am your husband" I blurted out. "Don't be silly" she scoffed "how many husbands do you know that wear nappies and baby clothes, and play with dollies while their wife is making love to another man in front of them" She held up the keys to the pram "I bet you would like these" she teased "but we won't be needing these tonight" she laughed throwing them into a drawer and closing it. I burst into tears. "Its a good job your make-up is water proof" she laughed applying her lip- stick, "you seem to be crying all the time these days. But just to make sure that your tears don't ruin your pretty make-up I am going to make you an appointment to have it tattooed on, then it will be permanent and you can cry all you want baby" she sniggered "and that is a promise" Lesley took something out of her handbag and approached me ominously, I shivered in fear. "I thought I told you to talk like an a baby when I first put you into your nappies David" she sneered, "it seems that you cannot accept even the simplest of instructions, I never want to hear your male voice ever again, and once I have injected this serum into your throat David I never will" Lesley held up a hyperdemic needle full of a clear liquid. "Please don't inject me with that Lesley" I whimpered as she swabbed my neck with a chemical smelling ball of cotton wool "I promise I will never talk like an adult in front of you ever again" "You can't keep your promises David, can you?" she scowled "but I can, and I promised you that if you spoke like an adult while you were in baby clothes you would be sorry. As you know David I always keep my promises and I promise you now that you will never be able to talk anything other than baby talk ever again" I squealed in horror as she pushed the sharp thin needle against my throat. "No....No...Please.....No......Lesl....goo ga goo-goo ga ga goo-goo" my words turned to baby gurgles as my throat and voice box froze. Lesley threw her head back and laughed loudly as I continued to babble like a baby. "It is no use David, you cannot talk any more, and guess what? she howled "the effect is both permanent and irreversible" Bill arrived shortly after and nearly had a fit of hysterics when he saw me in the pram and listened to my baby talk. He was dressed as an American navy pilot, white uniform jacket, black trousers and white peaked hat. He looked so handsome. He could not keep his hands off Lesley, and they made love there and then against the kitchen door. When they recovered their composure, and re-adjusted their clothes I was given my rattle and my dolly and a white woolen baby shawl was put over my puff sleeved shoulders. "Come on babykins lets go and show all your friends just what a big baby you have become" Lesley laughed and pushed the pram forwards. I looked down at myself, my pretty dress, my frilly nappied bottom, sitting in a pram, being taken to be shown off and laughed at by all my friends. "Lesley no please don't do this" I wailed "Goo-goo ga-ga goo-goo-goo gaga" actually spilled from my lips. "Oh dear,our baby is having a tantrum, I'll have to give her a smacked bottom when we get to the squash club" Bill laughed. The pram lurched forward, Lesley locked the house door, we were outside, my journey to permanent babyhood had began, Lesley leant forward and stuck my dummy into my mouth and pushed Jemima into my arms. "Suck on your dummy babykins and hug your dolly, you are going to the squash club to be introduced to all your friends as our little baby girl" Lesley laughed My fate was sealed, there was no use fighting it, I was their big baby girl now and would be for the rest of my life, they could see the resignation in my tears stained eyes how they laughed as they pushed me onwards to permanent adult babyhood. The End