Baby Candy By Baby Jennie

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<!--coloro:#FF99FF--><span style="color:#FF99FF"><!--/coloro-->“Baby Candy,” by Baby Jennie

A fantasy ‘Dominated, Diapered, and Petticoated Boy’ tale for all you big babies to enjoy! This story is adapted from a short story callded 'Candie,' author unknown, and posted in a few places, so it may look familiar. But every time I re-read it, I keep compulsively editing it. So here's the latest version.<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc-->

When I was thirteen years old, my mother decided that rather than spending my summer vacation languishing at home in the city, I should instead stay with my mother's divorced younger sister. Aunty Meg lived in a small country town called Willowtree, in the state’s north-west - a very different environment indeed for a boy like me. However, I didn't like this idea one bit! I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in Sydney. But my mother considered most of my bigger tougher peers a bad influence, and thought that I would be much better off in the quiet countryside. To make matters worse, several weeks prior to the holidays I had been caught along with some friends who were throwing rocks at our school's windows. Many windows were broken, and even though I was only an innocent observer, I still ended up in a lot of trouble.

As a result I had no further say in the Willowtree matter, and shortly after the school year finished my mother packed me into the car and drove me to stay with my Aunt Meg. I was quietly apprehensive during the long six-hour trip. I didn't really remember much about my Aunt or her daughters, my older cousins. I knew April was fourteen, and Bonnie had recently turned sixteen, and I assumed I would be in for an endless boring summer. When we arrived, my mother immediately complained to my Aunty about my recent misbehaviour. She informed her of the rock-throwing incident, and Aunty Meg concluded by suggesting I really hadn't been disciplined firmly enough.

I felt Mum was exaggerating. Except for that one recent incident, I had never been involved in any kind of real trouble. Furthermore I was very small for my age, and usually meek, mild and timid, and I cried easily. I was quite afraid of most authority figures, and usually did as I was told. I behaved far better than most boys my age, and usually went along with my friends’ pranks merely to avoid a confrontation. Nevertheless my mother asked my Aunt to discipline me as she saw fit! With a tight smile, Aunt Meg replied that she would be pleased help her sister in this matter.

Then Aunt Meg sternly gazed down at me and ran her fingers through my rather unkempt, shoulder-length blonde hair. She frowned and demanded to know when time I’d last had a haircut? With a disparaging shake of her head, Auntie snidely informed me that in her town, decent young boys normally sported neat crew-cuts. I begged my mother and Aunt Meg not to make me cut my hair, as long hair was the current style amongst my city peers and myself, all budding fans of hard-rock music. My mother conceded that I could leave my hair long on one condition! If I promised to behave and do everything Aunt Meg told me! Of course I instantly and insincerely promised I would.

The next morning after breakfast, my mother climbed in our car and left for home, abandoning me to the tiny town of Willowtree. Shortly after her departure Aunt Meg made several disparaging comments about the black punk-rock tee-shirt I was wearing over my blue denim shorts. She ordered me to take it off, as it didn't look nice for a sweet little boy to wear such terrible things. I cheekily reminded her that I was thirteen years old, and not a sweet little boy. Although I realised most people treated me as if I were far younger, because I was tiny for my age, had a baby-face, and a high-pitched little-girl voice that I could hardly wait to change. I was by far the smallest boy in my high school, and the other kids had nicknamed me ‘Midget.’ I tried to explain to Aunt Meg that all my teenage friends in Sydney wore similar shirts, but she responded that we weren't in ‘that crazy big city,’ and that I ‘certainly needed to learn some manners!’

She yanked the offending shirt from my body over my grumbled protests and spirited it away. When she returned she grabbed me by one ear and hauled me squealing into the bathroom, insisting that if I was going to wear my beautiful blonde hair long like a girl, it at least had to be shining clean and brushed prettily at all times. I whimpered that I had washed it only last week, but she spitefully retorted that all her girls must wash their hair every second day!

She forcefully bent me over the bathroom sink and proceeded to soak my head with warm water. Then she roughly shampooed my hair with her floral scented shampoo. She rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again, then partly blow-dried my hair, and then made me sit down. She vigorously brushed it dry, making me wince and whimper with every cruel stroke. Finally she combed it out and despite my protests, trimmed the ends and the front with her good sharp scissors. Later I would discover she was giving me ‘little-girl bangs,’ with an effeminate part in the middle.

When I saw my reflection I complained bitterly that boys didn't wear it that way, but she icily replied that my beautiful long hair was far too long for a boy, and from now on that's how I had to wear it - just like a girl! She insisted I must brush and comb it the same way every morning, and she would check daily to see that her instructions had been followed to the letter. With my fringe cut into bangs and my hair parted neatly in the middle, I knew I looked even more feminine than usual.

Aunt Meg sorted through the t-shirts in my suitcase and declared them all “quite unsuitable!” She said she would buy me some more appropriate tops to wear whilst I was staying in Willowtree, and searched her youngest daughter’s wardrobe for something for me to wear for the moment. She gave me an old white collared polo shirt of April’s to wear, but it was so long, it hung down almost to my knees. It covered my shorts completely so that it almost looked like I was wearing a dress! When April spied me wearing her old top, even she giggled and commented scathingly; “Now you really do look like a little girl!”

I should mention Aunt Meg was much taller than Mummy, and quite attractive with a great figure. She often wore tight jeans or short skirts provocatively displaying her long tanned legs. With her full sensuous lips painted luscious red and her dark smoky eye make-up, I thought she always looked very sexy. Over the next few days I came to realize that she was also very strict, and somewhat obsessed with cleanliness, manners and dress. Her blonde daughters were similarly tall, buxom young women, and beautiful in an arrogant sort of way. They obviously knew they were attractive, and treated most boys like amusing playthings.

I had always been interested in women's clothing as far back as I could remember, and by the time I was eleven, I had started secretly dressing up in my mother and my big sister's panties, slips, and slinky nightgowns, whenever I found the chance to play alone at home. Their undies were much too big on me of course, but I didn't care. They looked and felt so pretty! Mummy’s silky nylon panties and satin mini-slips always felt so wonderful as I would rub my throbbing little stiffie through the layers of soft feminine finery.

Aunt Meg stored her washer and dryer in the basement, and on my first morning there I prowled around unseen. I quickly discovered that she would usually dry her delicate lingerie and her buxom teen daughters’ lacy undies on a small clothesline behind their house. I was fascinated by the delicate assortment of sexy panties, bras, slips, and lacy suspender-belts I spied drying on the line that sunny morning. I couldn’t stop myself from staring intently at the beautiful lingerie displayed seemingly for my arousal, while fantasising about wearing some of them. But my Aunt Meg happened to walk out and catch me in the act of rubbing my crotch whilst stroking the silky-soft gusset of one of her girls’ thick satin panties hanging on the line.

She strode over and grabbed my wrist, and archly demanded to know what I was doing pawing her daughters’ panties? When I blushed crimson and didn't respond, she shocked me by leaning down and grabbing my bulging crotch with her free hand. I tried to twist and back away, but she had already captured the stiffie tenting out the front of my baggy blue shorts. She snorted with contempt when I squealed in alarm and wrenched away from her painful grip, warning me that if she caught me touching their frillies again, she would make me wear everything I saw hanging up! I was so embarrassed at being caught in the act, I covered the bulging front of my jeans shorts with both hands and started stammering furiously. I couldn’t speak!

Aunt Meg observed my embarrassed tell-tale behaviour, and laughed cruelly as I stood there cowering, aroused yet humiliated. She teased me further, even threatening to dress me in her girls’ frilliest lingerie and prettiest dresses, and then parade me around town in them. With my cheeks burning and my hands still vainly trying to conceal my swollen erection, I turned and ran around the side of the house, her threats and mocking laughter filling the air behind me.

Over lunch that afternoon she cruelly informed her daughters of what had happened. The girls reproached me and then laughed their heads off as my cheeks burned red. They loudly discussed what a disgusting perverted little boy I was, as I mutely cringed in shame. They agreed with their mother that I should be dressed in their panties and dresses if they caught me fondling their frillies again. I felt so embarrassed, my whole body turned hot and cold! But for the rest of the day I couldn't drive the incident from my mind. I was finding the threatened humiliation of being forced to wear such sexy girls’ undies to be a very, very big turn-on!

There were some boys who lived nearby who played street cricket outside my Aunt’s house in Condamine St, and touch football in the local park nearby. Despite the fact that I was a teenager and they all looked younger than ten, during that first afternoon I attempted to join in their games. They were all much bigger and brawnier than me, and they didn't like me right from the start. They sneered at my feminine hairstyle in contempt, and said that I couldn't play with them because I looked like “a little girl” and “a sissy baby!” They asked why I was wearing shorts under my dress, and I tried to explain that it wasn’t a dress but a borrowed shirt from my cousin, but they wouldn’t listen. A few of them actually thought that I was a girl simply trying to act like a tough tomboy, and they wanted to bet me and their friends that I was really a girl! I kept insisting that I was a boy, but almost everyone seemed convinced that I was a tomboy.

When I refused their raucous demands to lift up my dress and pull down my shorts and prove I truly was a boy, they all started chanting; “She's a sissy gi-rl, she’s a sissy gi-rl!” over and over, until I stumbled away almost in tears. At dinner that night I grumbled to my aunt about what had happened, adding that the boys in her town were stupid, and complained again that I wanted to return to Sydney. To my chagrin, my aunt acted as if the teasing was my fault! She said that the nice local boys probably wouldn't let me play with them because they realised I was obviously a juvenile delinquent who had no manners, and I hadn't yet learned how play well with other boys.

I became upset and shrilly protested that it wasn't true, and that it was completely the other boys’ fault! My aunt’s next comment really floored me. “Then maybe I should put you in a dress and make you play with the girls instead!" I was so surprised by this outrageous remark I was struck speechless and started blushing furiously, and ducked my head down to hide my burning cheeks. Aunt Meg and my cousins started chortling at my subdued shame-faced reaction.

My Aunt sensed how embarrassed and yet how titillated I was by her threats, and seemed delighted by my humiliated red-cheeked silence. She added that she might take me to the girls' department of the local Myers’ store, and buy me a pretty dress of my very own! Dumbfounded, I started trembling and sweating as her girls laughed and jeered at me. Later that night I couldn’t stop thinking about my Aunt's repeated threats to dress me like a girl, to the point that I could hardly fall asleep!

The next day however, my aunt made no further mention of making me wear a dress or taking me to the girl’s department at Myers. Although she did ask Bonnie to keep an eye on me when she went shopping that morning. I was both relieved - yet oddly disappointed - when she returned at lunchtime with four new t-shirts for me that actually fitted. They were completely plain, but the colours! They were all pastels; lemon, powder-blue, lavender, and pale green. I complained about the sissy colours of course, but my Aunt replied that she could have bought a pink and an apricot one instead, and asked would I prefer those colours? That shut me up pretty quickly and I put on the green top, as it seemed the least offensive.

The rest of the day passed quietly enough until dinnertime, when I accidentally spilled some grape juice on my new t-shirt and down my pants. My Aunt was furious, and made me immediately strip to my briefs in front of my giggling cousins while she frantically tried to scrub out the stain. She loudly scolded me all the while, informing me that if my new green top was ruined, she was going to spank my naughty bottom and then put me in a dress!

I was mortified, yet secretly thrilled by the threat! I didn't know what to say. In a way I wished that the stain wouldn't come out, and she would make good her threat! Then Bonnie snickered quietly and whispered to me about the time a few months ago, when Aunt Meg punished another younger boy cousin who had ruined his good clothes by playing football in them. She said that Aunt Meg had dressed him completely as a girl, and made him stand on the front porch for the rest of the afternoon while everyone passing by made fun of him. Bonnie giggled snidely as she promised I would be next! I found this idea both scary and exciting! However a short time later, my Aunt Meg grimly announced that she had managed to scrub out the stain, and my clothes weren't ruined after all. I actually felt rather let down.

Lying awake in bed that second night, I somehow dreamt up the idea that perhaps I could trick my aunt into dressing me as a girl, by appealing to her hatred of ruined clothes and filth. I thought that if I snuck off the next day and really messed up my clothes in a major way, she might make good her repeated threats to dress me like a sissy girl. I shivered with a combination of terror and excitement at my bold plan.

The next morning I set out on my bike and rode to the outskirts of a the local dump I had discovered the day before. I was accustomed to not having many companions, and would often just ride around alone on my bike exploring. I had mentioned my discovery to my aunt, but she of course forbade me to return to the dump, telling me that it was both dangerous and filthy there. I had specifically selected my crisp white jeans and the sissy lemon t-shirt to wear that day for maximum contrast. Furthermore before I left the house, my aunt even cautioned me to be careful of my nice clean clothes.

I began ‘Operation Filth-Act’ as I dubbed it, by climbing over some old rusted machinery and playing inside a filthy abandoned car with no windows. I figured I might as well have fun while I was at it. Next I rubbed clods of earth and grease over my hands, and then ran my blackened paws over my face and all through my femininely-styled long blonde hair. Just to be certain I was messy enough, I even rolled around on the ground like a pig in the dirt. I had assumed the area to be completely deserted, but was startled to see an old man striding towards me. He called out in a raspy voice; "What the heck are you doing there rolling on the ground, little girl?"

Embarrassed at being caught in the act, I mumbled quietly, "Just playing." He reproached me soundly, telling me that good little girls didn’t behave that way.

“You’re filthy!” he unnecessarily pointed out to me. “You’d better run home right away and clean yourself up, little girl, or your Mummy will probably give you a well-deserved whipping!”

I scampered away from him and jumped on my bike, and pedalled for home like I was being pursued by demons. As I approached my Aunt’s house I spied some of the local boys playing cricket in the street. As I rode by they teased me, yelling things like; "Look at the dirty tomboy!" and “That little girl is putrid!” Several boys sounded delighted when they warned me that I would be in big trouble for messing my pretty clothes.

By the time I turned in my Aunt’s driveway, I was having second thoughts. I realised that I might have overdone it, and that my Aunt would be absolutely furious with my filthy appearance! I suddenly developed cold feet, and decided to call the whole thing off. As I stashed my bike I figured I could climb through the open basement window, sneak quietly upstairs to my room, hide my dirty clothes and discretely take a shower. So I tentatively lowered myself through the small unlatched window at the side of the house, and listened carefully for my Aunt and cousins moving around upstairs. I heard nothing, and began tip-toeing quietly up the basement steps.

All of a sudden the door above crashed open! The basement light snapped on and Aunt Meg loomed large over me from the top of the stairs. I shrieked in alarm and froze in terror like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. Aunt Meg took one look at me and screamed bloody murder! Bonnie and April came running to stand beside her, their mouths gaping. My aunt was livid as she clattered down the wooden steps. She scolded me severely and demanded to know how I had wound up in such a disgusting condition. I cowered away from her and whimpered that I had just been playing outside.

She was furious, and grabbed me by my dirty neck and shook me like a rat. She again demanded to know where I had been, and I reluctantly confessed that I had been playing at the local dump. She reminded me that I had been forbidden to play there, and told me that I would be severely punished! When she released me I ducked my head and tried to slink past her up the stairs, but she yanked me back by my matted long hair, making me yelp in pain. "Just where do you think you're going, you wicked child?" she angrily demanded.

I tearfully replied, "I'm sorry, ma'am. May I go upstairs now and clean up?"

She snapped; “No! Do you want to track dirt all over my clean house and make a complete mess of everything?" She then ordered me to take off all my clothes, explaining that she would dump them in the washing machine right there and then in the basement. I hesitated to undress in front of her grinning girls until with a snort of disgust, Aunt Meg began forcefully ripping away my filthy clothes while Bonnie and April watched and giggled.

She quickly stripped me completely bare and threw my soiled clothing in the washer and started the machine. She then hurried me upstairs to the bathroom still naked, urging me on with several hard spanks to my bare bottom, and drew a hot bath for me, scolding me furiously all the while. Bonnie and April followed right behind her, snickering and whispering the whole time. I was terribly embarrassed as I cupped my hands tightly over my tiny shrivelled penis and balls. Aunt Meg hauled me into the air and forcefully thrust me into the hot tub, and began washing me very roughly with a soapy washcloth all over my body. I bitterly complained that it hurt, but she kept scrubbing me till I was pink and clean. She shampooed my hair three times! She said that I deserved a sound spanking, and a punishment that I wouldn't soon forget!

She dragged me out of the tub and roughly dried me off with a huge yellow towel. As soon as I was sufficiently dry she sat on the closed toilet lid and draped the damp towel over her thighs. “Come here,” she ordered sharply, crooking her index finger at me. As soon as I stepped within range, she grabbed my ear and dragged me squealing and kicking across her towel-covered lap. With one hand holding my neck in a vise-like grip, the other fell repeatedly on my damp pink posterior. “Naughty, wicked child!” she scolded me as she beat me with her huge hard palm, smacking my hands away when I tried to intervene. “I’ll teach you to do as you are told!” She spanked me for about five minutes, although it felt like hours to me.

By the time she finished beating me, my bottom was red and blazing and tears were rolling down my crimson cheeks. Auntie roughly stood me up and as I wobbled alarmingly and sobbed my heart out, she sneered at me in contempt and continued reprimanding me. “It’s nothing more than you deserved, you wicked child! Oh stop all that nonsense! What a sissy cry-baby!” She swiped my tear-stained face with the towel and ordered me to stop snivelling, and I gradually brought my breathing under control, brushing away the last tears before she could.

Then Auntie told April to bring her some of her oldest smallest clothes for me to try on. I couldn't believe it when my peenie started to thicken, no matter how hard I tried to make it stop. While we waited, Aunt Meg began blow-drying and brushing my long wet hair as I kept my hands cupped in my lap. April soon returned with some panties, a slip, and a short cotton dress. Aunty made me stand and I started trembling with humiliation at my obvious arousal.

I bent forward at the waist and crossed my hands in front of my groin in a futile attempt to conceal my growing excitement. Laughing caustically at my erection despite my cowering shivering state, Aunt Meg and my cousins began dressing me in the feminine clothes. Even though at fifteen April was only eighteen months older than me, her smallest old clothes were grossly too large on my slight frame.

My Aunt seemed annoyed and the girls sounded disappointed as they stripped me again, but then Aunt Meg snarled that I wasn't getting out of it that easy! She concentrated for a moment, and remembered some clothes that a relative had given her ages ago. They were new clothes intended for April some years ago, that had been much too small for her youngest. She had stored them in a box in the basement with intentions of passing them on to a visiting younger niece, but they had been forgotten – till now.

I was dragged naked and blushing down to the basement once more, my embarrassing stiffie cradled in my palms. Aunt Meg quickly found and opened the sought-after box of clothes, and produced a pair of girl’s pink designer bike jeans that barely covered the knees, and a frilly white cotton blouse both sized for an eight-year-old. She also drew out a pair of pink lace-edged sneakers and a few clear plastic packages of new nylon underwear, clearly marked in girls’ sizes eight to ten. Aunt Meg smirked and commented that these clothes just might be small enough to fit me!

She ripped open a package of underwear and held out a pair of silky white nylon panties. They had tiny red polka-dots and frilly red lace trim around the waist and leg openings, and there was even a matching training bra! I was shivering with unrepressed excitement as my Aunt held down and open the shiny bikini panties, and sharply ordered me to step into the leg holes. Smacking my hands away from my bobbing hard-on, she pulled them up over my stiffie to my waist while her girls giggled and pointed.

I was extremely mortified to notice the girls’ size eight panties were quite a good fit on my undersized thirteen-year-old male body, despite my erection jutting out the front. The frilly panties also had a silky exciting feel that started my peenie leaking drops of sticky clear fluid, making a shiny wet spot on the front of my new underwear. I was speechless as my aunt teased me that my boobies needed to grow more, while she fed my limp arms through the training bra straps and then clasped it in back for me.

April remarked that despite my bright red face and the fact that I seemed so embarrassed I had tears brimming in my eyes, my little stiffie still hadn’t gone down and I was making my pretty panties wet in front! My Aunt archly replied that obviously some part of me must love the humiliation and the control they had over me. Next they dressed me in the pair of pink girl's bike jeans, which ended at the top of my calves. I quickly helped to pull them on, the sooner to cover the embarrassing evidence of my arousal. I kept my back to the girls when I had to force my boner to one side before I could zip the fly closed.

The stretch pink jeans fitted me very snugly, and gave me a rather feminine figure from behind, emphasising a rounded little butt and my slim bare girlish calves. Bonnie further embarrassed me by mentioning that she could see my ‘visible panty line’ through my snug jeans’ bottom, as the stretchy material drew even tighter when I closed the zipper. My Aunty then dressed me in the soft white cotton blouse. It was made from very sheer fabric, and the red polka-dots on my training bra could clearly be discerned underneath, a fact eagerly pointed out by April as well. I felt totally humiliated as they lavishly complimented me on my sweet new outfit.

There were no socks in the box, so aunt had me wear the pink frilly sneakers without any. The two girls continued to tease and taunt me as they dragged me back upstairs to further feminise me. Aunt Meg insisted that my cousins file and paint my fingernails, which my cousins were more than happy to do. They sat me down in front of the vanity in my Aunt’s bedroom, and painted my fingernails bright pink. They even made me remove my sneakers, and they did the same thing to my toenails. Then they did something to my lashes with a little black wand, and Bonnie dusted some pink powder on my cheeks.

April told me stretch my mouth wide as she applied a coating of glossy pink lipstick to my trembling lips. Aunt Meg brushed my blow-dried hair in a fluffy feminine style, and then slid some barrettes in the sides, and they made me stand in front of them as they closely inspected me. I was floored when they all sincerely commented with amazement on what a beautiful little girl I made! They seemed genuinely astonished by my altered appearance, and stood me in front of a mirror so I could see, too.

I was shocked to see that I really did look like a pretty pre-pubescent girl! I was excited and yet so incredibly mortified, I couldn't move! I just stood there in shock while Aunt Meg concluded that since I looked "so sweet," from now on my new name would be "Candy!" She warned me I was to behave like a good girl, or else! A second later she looked down at me and sternly demanded; "What's your name, little girl?"

I whimpered "Candy" in response, too embarrassed to look at her.

She frowned forbiddingly and snapped; "Candy what?"

I had forgotten that she had previously trained me to address all older females as ma'am. I belatedly corrected myself. "My name is Candy, ma'am.”

To which she smiled sunnily. "That's a good little girl! Put Candy’s sneakers back on her feet if her toenails are dry, will you April?" After an embarrassing lunch with the girls, Aunt Meg announced that it was a beautiful day, and she ordered me to go outside and play. I knew she wanted to further embarrass me by making me parade around dressed as a young girl. I stuttered that I didn't want to go outside dressed like this, but she insisted I go out and play, or else she would paddle my naughty little bottom. Most reluctantly I agreed, and shuffled dispiritedly towards the back door.

I surely didn't want any of the neighbourhood kids to see my shameful effeminate attire, so I asked if I could still ride my bike, planning to pedal away from the house as quickly as possible. After thinking for a minute, my Aunt replied that I could still go bike riding. But she cautioned me to stay close by her house, and insisted I had to use April's old bike from now on; not my cool black Malvern Star that I had brought with me from home. She sent April and Bonnie to dust off their old kiddie bike and wheel it out of the garage, and I stood there in horror when I realised what they had planned for me

It was a pink and white little-girl’s bicycle, with a white cane basket on the front and pink streamers dangling from the white rubber handgrips. Bonnie and April shepherded me onto the kiddie bicycle standing in the driveway, and I realised with disgust that it was only a little small for me. When April laughed and said she had outgrown this bike when she was six or seven, my face fell even more.

I whined in protest that it was a little girl’s bike, but Aunt Meg insisted, “I think a little girl’s bike is quite appropriate for you now, especially dressed the way you are.” When I continued complaining, she decided that the humiliating pink bike was going to be my bike for the rest of my vacation, riding roughshod over my shrill objections and demanding to know if I wanted my bottom paddled again? When she imperiously pointed to the street and ordered me to get going, I reluctantly wheeled it out to the kerbside, encouraged along the way by another stinging slap to my still tender rear. “And don’t you dare get dirty, or you’ll be in for another paddling - only worse!” was her parting comment.

As I pondered my humiliating predicament, I spotted a group of local boys in the distance approaching on their bikes. I definitely didn't want them to catch me dressed like this, so I began pedalling my shameful pink bike in the opposite direction as fast as I could. I rode quickly for about five minutes, and slowed down as I realised I was passing the roadside café at the town perimeter. Unfortunately the bike chain slipped off the gears at that moment, and clattered noisily onto the road. As I knelt at the kerbside and tried to work it back on, I noticed how striking my pink fingernails appeared. I became so anxious trying not to dirty my hands or my clothing, I couldn't successfully rewind the chain.

While muttering, stumbling and fumbling, I was startled by a gruff feminine voice from behind me. Two cute but tough-acting girls who looked about eleven or twelve years of age were standing over me. One asked, “What’s wrong, little girl?” I didn't reply, and she loudly and unnecessarily observed that my chain had fallen off. The other girl asked more insistently; "What's your name, girly?" I didn't respond again, so she repeated the question, only much louder and more slowly, as if addressing a retard.

Blushing with shame I softly whispered; "My name is Candy." They told me their names were Sally and Beth, and said they were both twelve. They asked me a few questions; like where I was from, and how old was I? I said I was from Sydney, and lied that I was only ten. I didn’t dare tell these bigger girls that I was a thirteen-year-old boy, not looking the way I looked! They commented that Sydney was very far away, and that I looked awful small for ten. Was I sure I wasn't fibbing? I insisted I wasn't lying, but I’m sure my small stature and guilty face only made them assume I could only be younger than I admitted. Sally asked me if I was really ten, how come I was riding a little kiddie’s bicycle? I told them I had no choice, that my horrible mean aunt had made me ride it to punish me for misbehaving.

After a few more probing questions, they decided that I was ‘cool enough,’ and asked if I wanted to be their friend and join their gang. I didn't respond right away, but then they said that if I joined their gang, they would help me fix my bike chain. I cautiously replied that I was interested. Sally said, “Good girl! But first you have to smoke a cigarette for your initiation.”

I confessed to them that I had never smoked before, and they both sneered at my admission. Beth insisted that all the big kids smoked, and asked me if I was a chicken? I frowned, stung by the childish accusation, and retorted; “No, of course not!” But I really needed help fixing my chain, so I agreed to go behind the nearby diner and smoke a cigarette with them.

When we trotted behind the diner together, Beth took a rather crushed packet of cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket, and very unskilfully tried to light one in the gusting breeze. In the meantime, Sally asked me how long I had been wearing a training bra. Her question caught me completely by surprise, and I didn't know what to say. I hesitantly replied, “I only got it today.” She puffed out her small bosom proudly and bragged that her mother had recently bought her a bunch of proper grown-up ladies' bras because she needed them so badly.

Beth coughed violently when she finally lit the cigarette, and then handed it straight to me. I tentatively took a couple of shallow puffs without coughing too much, and that seemed to make them happy. Suddenly a stout old woman in a green waitress’ uniform came barrelling around the side of the diner towards us. Sally and Beth looked scared and screamed; "Run!"

I discarded the burning cigarette and the fat woman started yelling for us to stop, but we scattered in different directions. I bolted over to my fallen bike by the footpath, expecting to make a quick get-away. However I’d forgotten that the chain was still dangling uselessly. The next thing I knew another much younger waitress in a shorter green uniform grabbed me by the arm, and she wouldn't let go. She dragged me away from the broken bike and held me tightly as the older waitress, still yelling, came trundling up to us.

Her face was red as she asked me what we girls were doing behind the diner, and she demanded to know if we had been smoking cigarettes? I was so scared that I couldn't manage to respond. She kept loudly berating me, and a small crowd began to gather. Some people searched behind the diner and a spotty teenage boy found a still smouldering cigarette. He shambled over with it, and presented the smoking butt to the fat old waitress with a flourish and a goofy grin. She again loudly demanded to know if I had been smoking. I fearfully whimpered, "No ma‘am!"

But she reasoned, "Then how come this butt has glossy pink lipstick on it exactly matching the shade you're wearing?" She demanded to know where I was from, and who my mother was. She said that she already knew who the other two local girls were, and that they were both bad girls. She planned to notify their parents later as well.

I was badly frightened, but I didn't want her to tell my strict aunt what had happened, so I didn't respond to her barrage of questions. She warned me that I was already in big trouble, and I had better answer her. By now a large crowd had formed, as this was apparently quite a major incident for this dinky backwoods town. She warned me that if I didn't speak up immediately, she was going to pull down those fancy pink designer jeans I was wearing and spank my bottom hard while everyone watched!

With that the young waitress who was still holding me twisted my arm painfully up behind my back, and the fat waitress gave me a couple of vicious sample spanks on my tender rear. The gathered crowd cheered as I squealed in pain, and laughed and yelled encouragement as the old woman began undoing the snaps of my tight pink jeans. I was on the verge of tears, and cried to the women that I would cooperate. To the dismay of the crowd the waitresses dragged me into the empty diner and forcibly sat me down in a booth. With tears blurring my eyes I fearfully admitted to the women that “Yes, I had been smoking the cigarette behind the diner.” Then I told them that my name was Candy and that I was from Sydney, and I was staying with my Aunt Meg on Condamine St.

I needed to go to the toilet, but I wasn’t game enough to use the ladies’ bathroom, and I knew I couldn’t use the gents’. So I sat there and crossed my legs as the fat old woman kept badgering me. I knew my aching bladder would have to wait until I returned home to my Aunt’s. I tried to ignore the growing pain in my tummy and suffered through the old woman’s angry tirade in silence.

The young waitress then severely reprimanded me while the old one telephoned my Aunt. A short while later, my Aunt pulled up outside in her car. She threw the door open and leapt out and stormed into the cafe. The old waitress briefly told her what had happened, and informed her that I had been a very naughty little girl who obviously needed her bottom paddled. Aunt Meg agreed with her astute observation, and said that I had only recently been spanked for some other wicked deeds. To me she snapped; “This is the last straw! On your feet, Candy!” She sternly ordered me to apologize to the two waitresses, but I couldn't think of what to say.

To the waitresses’ delight, Aunt Meg reached down and viciously swatted me several times on my bottom, and tersely commanded me to tell them all I was very sorry. I was so shocked by the unexpected hard spanks on my tender rear, I almost wet my pants! Ashamed, red-faced, and with hot tears of shame clouding my eyes, I stammered an apology to the grinning women. Aunt Meg stiffly pronounced that we would ‘continue our discussion when we return home!’ She then thanked everyone and dragged me by the ear crying and moaning out to her car, practically throwing me into the passenger seat. She dumped the useless pink bike in the trunk, slammed the lid and drove the short distance to her house, loudly berating me the whole way.

When we reached her home minutes later, Aunt Meg was still extremely angry. She hauled me out of the car by the wrist and turning me towards the front door, spanked me all the way up the front path. She has a large firm hand, and I was squealing in pain after the first harsh blow. By the second smack my aching bladder gave way, and I felt a burst of heat spread over the front of my pants. Hot wee-wees filled the front of my tight pants and ran between my legs to soak my bottom, and then a stream began to form down the insides of both my thighs. As I scrambled up the path I began to leave a tell-tale trail of wet spots behind me. When my Aunt’s hard hand made contact with the warm wet bottom of my clinging stretch jeans, she immediately realised what I had done. “Oh you dirty little girl!” she roared in alarm. “Don’t you dare step in that house in those dripping wet pants. Take them off now! At once!”

She made me remove my wet pink sneakers, then forcibly stripped the stained bicycle jeans and wet panties down my shivering legs, and used the remaining dry patches to wipe my damp calves and feet. Then she slammed open the front door and imperiously pointed to the stairs. “Get up those stairs this instant, you disgusting little pants-wetter! Go on! Straight into the bathroom with you, you vile child!” Naked and embarrassed, I ran up the staircase as Bonnie and April watched from the landing goggle-eyed.

Aunty Meg said that turning me into a pre-teen girl apparently wasn't enough to discourage my bad behaviour. She said that now she was going to turn me into a much younger girl, so that I would be sure to stay out of trouble! First she gave me another scalding hot bath, and scrubbed my urine-stained legs and genitals fiercely. I had accidentally smeared some bicycle grease on my fingers, so they received a vicious scouring also. My cheeks were grubby and my eyes had black rings around them from when I had been crying, so Aunty used some cream to cleanse my face of make-up. Then she carefully dried my steaming pink body and wrapped me in a big pink towel, then led me over to the closed toilet.

In no time I was thrust naked and shivering over Aunty’s lap again, only this time I heard her curt command; “Hold his arms and legs, girls.” I looked up to see a grinning Bonnie grab my wrists and stretch my arms out over my head. At the other end I felt my ankles being securely grasped by April and my toes pressed to the cold tile floor. I didn’t see what she used on me, but later Bonnie told me it was a special wooden punishment paddle that my Aunt only used for severe acts of disobedience. I was shrieking after the first blow, but after a minute I had practically screamed myself hoarse. My nose was clogged with snot and I was gasping for breathe as I begged her to stop. By the time she decided I had learned my lesson, the centre of each bumcheek had turned purple and I had been reduced to incoherent whimpers and sobs.

When the girls released my limbs I was rolled onto the floor where I lay in a shivering sobbing wreck. The girls watched me dispassionately when my Aunt strode out of the bathroom. Aunty made a quick phone call and then dumped me back in the car wearing nothing around me but the damp towel, and angrily drove us a couple of blocks to her friend Tammy’s house.

When we arrived at her friend’s place she told Tammy, an attractive heavy brunette even taller than Aunty Meg, that I was her wicked pants-wetting teenage nephew who needed to be turned into her well-behaved little toddler niece! She told her friend my new name was Candy and that I clearly hadn’t been properly potty-trained yet. She asked Tammy if she could borrow some of her youngest girl’s clothes for this express purpose, and her grinning friend was more than happy to oblige. Tammy laughed and commented scornfully on my pretty pink nails as she led us to up to her daughters’ bedrooms. She had three girls: Julia, Kate and Eliza, and they were eight, six, and four years of age respectively.

When Tammy pulled out some of her youngest daughter’s frocks from a cupboard, I realised with horror that her four-year-old must be almost as tall as me, and both the six and the eight-year-old girls were certainly taller! Tammy chuckled that I was “way too pretty and petite for a teenage boy," and noted that as I was hardly any bigger than her youngest daughter, some of Eliza or Kate’s old toddler frocks should fit me very well!

Despite my begging and pleading, the women proceeded to show me numerous little-girl outfits they thought might fit me. They held up the various short dresses, skirts and blouses against my shivering frame to check them for size. To my embarrassment I could feel the beginnings of an erection stirring under the damp towel. In mock-sweet tones Aunt Meg crooned; "With all these lovely dresses to choose from, what does my little Candy want to wear this afternoon?" Confused and afraid, I was unable to respond, and the women continued to taunt me with more embarrassing questions. I begged for them to stop teasing me, but they just laughed. Finally Aunt Meg decided; "Since little Candy can't make up her mind, we'll just have to choose for her!"

With that she ripped away my towel, leaving me trembling and naked. Tammy’s eyebrows rose another notch when she saw the fresh red marks and bruises on my swollen botty cheeks, but her only comment was; “Your Candy must have been a very disobedient little girl, from the looks of that sore red bottom.” As I quickly covered my thickening penis with my hands, the huge woman pointed and chortled contemptuously at the ready evidence of my arousal. I stood there cringing helplessly as Aunt Meg pulled a pair of heavy thick pink terrycloth panties up my shivering legs and over my bobbing stiffie. I felt hot and cold at the same time, and blushed all over when I realised the thick panties had a crackling inner layer of wetproof plastic between the absorbent terrycloth layers. They were little girl’s training panties!

To my everlasting shame the bulky pink toddler panties fitted me perfectly, and they had row upon row of frilly white lace ruffles sewn across the rear. My Aunt sounded delighted as she exclaimed, "Oh Candy! What a pretty plump girly bottom you have in those thick ruffled training panties!" I felt so humiliated, my eyes began to swim with tears.

The tall woman laughed derisively and soundly chided me as the first tear trickled down my hot red cheeks. “Oh, she even cries like a little girl. Don’t be such a sissy cry-baby, Candy!” The sneering brunette pushed me down me on the bed and slipped some lacy anklet socks and a pair of almost-new snug black patent Maryjane shoes on my feet. “She can keep these shoes. They don’t fit Eliza any longer, and she’s got the smallest feet.” Then the women started braiding my long blonde hair into two juvenile high pigtails, one on each side of my head. I tearfully begged them to stop, but they wouldn't listen. When they had finished, they tied a big floppy bow of pink satin ribbon on the end of each dangling pigtail.

My tattered nerves finally got the better of me when Aunty combed out my bangs, and I started bawling heavily. Tammy held open and up a silky white petticoat for me to feed my head and arms through. It consisted of a slinky nylon bodice with several tiers of attached stiff tulle skirts below the waist. “Hold your arms up for Aunty Tammy, my pretty baby girl,” she instructed me in cloying sugary tones. But I kept sobbing despondently and wouldn't obey her.

With that my Aunt demanded mockingly in baby-talk; "Doesn't little Candy want to stop crying and finish dressing in her pretty toddler frock? I’m sure she will look so sweet!” I still wouldn't respond and so she continued haughtily. "Okay, my naughty little baby. Fine! It's quite warm out, so if you don't stop crying this instant, I'll take you home dressed in just your ribbons, lacy anklets, Maryjane shoes, and those pretty frilly training panties for everyone to see! Would you like that, sweetheart?" I tried to shake my head in denial and form a coherent reply, but I just couldn't stop crying!

My Aunt only grew angrier and added coldly; "And on the way home, we'll detour through town and stop over at the kiddie’s playground. Wouldn’t you like that, little girl?" I sniffled and sobbed, but still couldn't manage a response. My Aunt probably thought I was simply being difficult and uncooperative, so she continued icily; "And when we reach the playground, I'll gather a crowd together and announce what a bad little boy you've been, pull down your training panties, place you over my knee and spank your sore bot-bot so hard, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Is that crystal clear, my little cry-baby?"

With that she grabbed my wrist and started dragging me towards the door, bidding her friend goodbye. Tammy was laughing hysterically as she looked at the tenting front of my training panties in disbelief, and then waved me farewell. "Bye-bye, Baby Candy! Have fun at the kiddie playground!" I couldn't believe this was happening! I realised Aunt Meg was serious, so I knew I had to stop sobbing and cooperate. To be hauled outside dressed in frilly girl’s training panties would be far more humiliation than I could handle! I was able to muster my strength enough to stop crying, and yet my excited little tool wouldn’t go down!

As I sniffed back the tears and gulped for air, My Aunty archly asked me if I wanted to finish dressing properly, and I whimpered; "Yes ma'am."

To which she responded with a tight smile; "Now that's a good little girl!" My humiliation mounted as the women resumed where they had left off.

The silky-smooth shortie flounced petticoat was lowered over my head and threaded over my compliantly-raised arms, and at least it covered the embarrassing bulge tenting out the front of my panties - just. Lastly came a heavily-starched, pale-pink cotton little-girl’s party dress, with a big darker pink satin waist sash that tied in a bow in the back. It had sheer elbow-length puffy sleeves, and loads of lace trimmings. Both women ‘Oohed!’ and ‘Aahed!’ as they straightened the lacy dress hem for me over the bouncing petticoats. The frock fitted me very snugly around the bust, and it was extremely short.

Aunt Meg produced her make-up bag and after a few minutes, mascara, lipstick and blusher had been applied to my drying eyes and cheeks. Tammy was astounded at my transformation, and dragged me over to a floor-length mirror. I was stunned to see I looked exactly like a cute five or six-year-old girl dressed in a pretty party frock all ready to go out! I was trembling all over as I stared in amazed wonder at my reflection, the frothy white petticoats swaying and bobbing with my every tiny movement. Both women seemed overjoyed with the results, and loudly commented that I looked "Adorable!"

I was warned to behave myself like the good little girl I now appeared to be. Before I could even catch my breath, the women grabbed my hands and hauled me down to the kitchen. The thick crackling panties, frothy petticoats and my bobbing skirts all made me feel incredibly juvenile and feminine. The petties also made a very noticeable rustling swishing sound, whenever I walked or moved about. I felt terrified as they led me downstairs, but still extremely aroused!

Tammy offered that as I had been behaving like a good little girl so far, I could have some milk and cookies if my aunt gave her permission. After my humiliating experience I wasn't at all hungry, and politely replied, "No thank you, ma'am." But my Aunty smiled tightly and asked me if I would rather go out in the back yard and play with her friend Tammy’s young daughters instead. I fearfully demurred, “No thank you, ma’am,” again. But Aunt Meg spitefully decided I had to do one or the other. I was afraid to venture outside dressed like a pretty toddler girl, so I chose the milk and cookies option. Their coffee was already brewing, and I meekly followed them when they strolled into the living room with their steaming cups in hand.

I plopped down on the couch as I usually did while wearing shorts. The women started cackling as I unwittingly sat with my bare thighs splayed wide open. Aunt Meg snorted and shook her head as she remonstrated with me. "Candy! Unless you want your sweet frilly training panties to be disgracefully exposed, you’ll have to sit with your legs demurely together or crossed whilst wearing short skirts with tulle petticoats." I immediately blushed rosily and clamped my knees closer together, as much as the thick crackling wad of cloth between my thighs would allow me. The women chuckled at my frustrated efforts, and Tammy commented on how I was blushing so prettily again. They then spent the next twenty minutes teaching me how to sit and stand properly like a polite little girl while wearing a toddler dress and flaring petties.

I couldn't eat many cookies and when I said I was full, Aunt Meg insisted I had to toddle out in the back yard and play with Tammy’s girls anyway. I was feeling extremely self-conscious as one could imagine, and didn't want to be embarrassed in front of any more people, even much younger children. But Tammy forcefully clasped me by the hand and said she would introduce me to her daughters. A smirking Aunt Meg followed close behind to better observe my ongoing humiliation.

The three little girls were playing jump rope on the patio. As I stared straight down at my lacy anklet socks and black patent Maryjanes, red-faced with shame, Tammy introduced me as ‘Aunty Meg’s niece, little Candy from Sydney.’ She asked her daughters to make me feel at home, as I was a very shy little girl. She told her youngest, Eliza, that I had to borrow one of her frocks and a pair of her old training panties for the afternoon, as I had wet my panties and jeans earlier.

While my cheeks burned with humiliation, Kate chirped that I looked very pretty in her baby sister’s party dress. The three girls politely asked me to join them in skipping rope, but I timidly whispered that I didn't know how. Aunt Meg asked Tammy’s children to be good little girls and teach me, and they were happy to oblige. Then my Aunt said that she and Tammy were going inside, and she warned me that I had better ‘play nicely with the other girls, and behave yourself like a good little girl - or else!’ She added that she was going to come out later and watch me jump rope, so that I had better let the girls teach me properly.

After the adults departed the girls asked me a few questions; about my age and where I was from, and how often I wet my pants. I told them I was from Sydney and then paused. Since the tough girls at the diner obviously hadn’t believed me when I told them I was ten, I tentatively told these younger girls that I was only eight years old, and assured them I almost never wet my pants. Their expressions seemed to indicate that they scarcely believed either answer, and I sighed with relief when they didn’t quiz me further. When asked if I wanted to skip with them, I softly replied that I wanted to be a rope turner first. Julia decided that was okay, but reminded me I had to jump later. When she handed me one end of the rope, I realised how much taller than me she was. And Julia was only eight!

I had the rope turning down all right after a few minutes, but when it was my turn to jump, that was something else! At first I actually made a few reasonable jumps, but I forgot to hold down my short dress and flaring petties. They flew up high around my waist, with all the girls giggling merrily at my indecent panty display. They prissily insisted I had to hold my dress hem down and stop showing off my frilly petties and training panties like a bad girl. However I became so involved with holding down my bobbing dress and petties, I couldn't even make one good jump. After many fumbling turns, I was able to successfully hold down my wayward dress and make a few decent jumps simultaneously. I saw Aunt Meg and Tammy watching my antics through the kitchen window, pointing at me and giggling at my poor attempts at demure feminine behaviour.

Julia unexpectedly asked me if I wanted to sleep over at their house that night, and stay for her middle sister Kate’s seventh birthday party the following afternoon. I politely replied, “No thank you.”

The three girls all seemed disappointed, and the bossy eight-year-old demanded to know; "Why not?" I made the excuse that my strict Aunty probably wouldn't let me sleep over. However Julia dashed in and asked my aunt herself.

To my disappointment a few moments later, Aunt Meg and Tammy strolled out and stated that it would be a wonderful idea for me to sleep over with the girls so I could attend Kate’s birthday party on the morrow! I meekly tried to object, but soon found I had no further say in the matter.

After ringing her daughters, Aunt Meg decided to remain with us for dinner that night. She ordered me to help the other girls set the table and help wash the dishes afterwards “like a good little girl should” - something I had never been made to do at home. I had to wear a white frilly bibbed apron while I carefully washed the dishes in the sink so I wouldn’t splash ‘my good frock.’ Shortly after dinner Aunt Meg packed her handbag and curtly warned me to obey Tammy no matter what, and to play politely with the other little girls - or else! Despite my abject pleas Aunt Meg then departed, assuring me with a dismissive wave that she would return before lunch the next day for the party.

Tammy seemed pleased that I was staying overnight. Like Aunt Meg, it appeared she was enjoying my feminised juvenile predicament, and the absolute control she had over a humiliated teenage boy. Tammy ordered me to play with her girls and their Barbie dolls for ages in their living room. After an hour or so of dressing and undressing and role-playing with Barbies, I truly began to feel like the six-year-old girl I appeared to be. Then Tammy announced it was Eliza’s and my bedtime. I whined that it was only seven o'clock, but Tammy snapped instantly; "Don't give me any back-talk, missy. All little girls need their beauty sleep!"

Julia, Kate, and Eliza all chorused they wanted me to sleep with them in their rooms, but Tammy decided there was not enough room in their small bedrooms. Instead she suggested that there was Eliza’s old crib still set up in her bedroom that I could use, and the girls giggled at the thought. Tammy wasn't joking however, and she led us into her spacious bedroom and showed me the big pink wooden crib standing against the wall. She lowered the barred side rail and lifted me in to check if it was long enough to accommodate me. And to my chagrin, it was! Then she surprised me when she demanded to know if I was a bedwetter too?

I tremulously exclaimed, "No ma'am!" as I meekly lay there in the cot gazing up at her stern face. The girls giggled as I blushed rosily again when I spied the pink padded baby change table standing next to the crib. Tammy warned me that if I was a bedwetter, I had better tell her right now and not let her find out the hard way. I again hesitantly assured her I wasn't, but she hardly seemed convinced. Tammy then sent her daughters to select one of their prettiest nighties for me to wear.

They soon returned with an ultra-feminine lace-lavished, knee-length pink nylon nightie, and Tammy asked me if I needed her help undressing. I shyly replied, “No thank you, ma’am,” and she told me to change and wash my face and hands and brush my teeth, and then she would come back after and tuck me into the crib. She and the girls then left, sniggering and whispering secretively.

The girls were waiting for me when I tip-toed into the bathroom. I was wearing the silky flowing nightie over the snug crackling training panties, and shivered as I entered the cool tiled room. Kate handed me a new pink Barbie toothbrush with pink bubblegum-flavoured toothpaste already smeared on it, and Julia ordered me to hurry up and brush my teeth. She supervised Eliza and I both as we brushed, treating me exactly the same as her four-year-old sister. After Eliza rinsed and spat, I was startled when Julia pulled her baby sister’s panties down and sat her on a big pink potty she placed in front of the toilet. But the big toddler simply held her baby-blue shortie nightie up around her waist as if this were an everyday occurrence, and loudly emptied her bladder in the big plastic potty without a care in the world.

When Julia was sure that Eliza was finished weeing, she spread the little girl’s thighs wide apart and carefully wiped her damp puffy slit with toilet tissue, which she then threw in the toilet. After ensuring her little sister’s crotch was completely patted dry, Julia assisted Eliza to her feet and pulled up her matching blue panties. She noisily emptied the potty into the toilet and placed it back on the tiled floor, looking at me inquiringly. “Well, Candy? Do you have to go potty too?”

With flaming cheeks I denied that I needed to go. There was no way they were going to pull down my panties and put me on the potty like a big baby! Julia stared at me in apparent disbelief and then shrugged her shoulders dismissively. “Oh well,” was her only comment, as she rinsed and then replaced the big pink potty in the bathroom cupboard.

Tammy returned and ignoring me, asked Julia if I had done everything she instructed. Before she could answer I sulkily replied that I had done everything, and again complained about having to sleep in a baby’s crib. Tammy disdainfully sniffed that I would quickly get used to it, and cautioned me not to whinge any more as she led me to her bedroom. She easily lifted me into the cot and drew a soft pink blanket over me, tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, then raised and locked the barred safety rail in place.

She switched off the light on the way out, but left the bedroom door open so the room was partially lit from the landing. As I lay there alone in the semi-darkness, I felt the familiar erotic feeling wash over me. The crackling ruffled little-girl panties and slippery nylon nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated like little girl all day!

I reached into my tight thick panties and began fondling my stiffie, and a most intense sensation crept over me. With a guilty start I pulled my pleasuring hand away, realising that anyone who peeked in would easily catch me playing with myself. I rolled onto my belly, the plastic mattress cover crackling noisily under the thin cotton sheet along with my crinkly lined panties. My hard little peenie felt wonderful as I rocked gently back and forth on my tummy, till the throbbing head was sliding erotically against the tight elastic waistband of the snug terry panties.

When the sensitive tip made contact with the slinky nylon nightie, I think I had an orgasm for the very first time! In my twitching shuddering excitement, I sprayed some strange wet stuff into my nightie and all over the front of my pink panties. The front of my training panties and the bottom of the nightie felt slippery and damp, and I grew fearful that someone might notice. I rolled over and pulled the fuzzy baby blanket over me and tried to fall asleep, hoping my panties and nightie would dry out during the night.

A short time later however, Tammy wandered in and switched on the overhead light. She stepped over to the cot side, and I saw she was holding up a pair of pink frilly nylon knickers in one hand. She cooed that she hoped I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but that the girls had forgotten to give me the pretty matching panties for my nightie. I sleepily protested that I didn't need a change of panties as she peered down at me from over the rail. She insisted that little girls in her house always wore fresh panties when they went to bed, and I would be treated no differently.

Tammy folded back the fuzzy blanket and started to lift my nightie hem. She immediately noticed it was damp and sticky in front, and sighed and looked annoyed. She flipped my nightie all the way up over my chest and angrily yanked down the front of my slimy wet panties, examining the insides with her probing fingers. She scolded me severely for having wet my nightie and training panties before she unlocked the crib side and dropped it with a loud clatter.

[babyjennie]

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My eyes started tearing over and she snorted that she had carefully discussed all this with me before, and that she knew exactly how to handle a disgusting little bedwetter like me! My first fear was that she was going to phone my aunt and inform her of what I had done. I miserably begged her not to make the call, but after pulling up my sticky training panties and dumping me on the padded change table, she stormed out.

She returned a few long minutes later to tell me that my Aunt was also very angry with me, and had agreed at once with her decision that I should be pinned in nappies! I pleaded with her not to do it, but she informed me that she had already made up her mind. Tammy strode into the en-suite bathroom and returned with some baby oil, baby powder, and lotion. Then she went to her huge closet and took out a stack of fluffy cloth nappies and rustling waterproof panties, which she placed on the handy shelf under the pink padded change table.

I tearfully pleaded with her not to make me wear nappies, but she said that she had only left me alone for twenty minutes, and already I had wet myself. So how could I possibly last the whole night locked in a crib? I started softly crying again, but she paid no attention to my tears of distress as she yanked down my damp crackling panties.

Without saying anything further she pushed me down onto my back, forcibly spread my thighs, and began scrubbing my sticky crotch and tummy with some scented moist baby wipes. Ignoring my growing hardness, she rubbed baby oil and lotion all over my sensitive groin with her large soft hands. Then she turned me over and while she was thoroughly oiling my purple bruised rear, Julia and Kate - who had heard all the commotion - opened the door to peek in.

Tammy scolded them; "Hey! We're busy in here! Didn't I teach you girls to knock?" Julia boldly asked what was going on, and Tammy archly replied; "Baby Candy had a little accident in her training panties, and I'm getting her all cleaned up. I'll let you know when I'm done changing her into something… more appropriate.” The girls started giggling and continued trying to peek. As I lay there snivelling with shame, Tammy warned them to scoot, or they might receive a spanking!

They hurriedly departed as Tammy sprinkled and rubbed sweet-scented baby powder all over my trembling bruised botty. She then turned me over and ignoring my throbbing little stiffie, heavily powdered my front. She first lifted my legs into the air to adjust several layers of thick cotton terrycloth nappies under my bottom, and then pinned them securely in place over my raging erection.

Next she slid some noisily rustling frosty plastic baby panties up my legs, whispering confidently that they would surely keep her big baby from wetting her nightie again tonight. She carefully tucked all the stray bits of nappy under the tight elastic waist and leg bands of the pilchers to prevent leaks. Just in case, these were followed by another pair of wet-proof baby panties. These panties were pink satin rumba style, with five rows of frilly white lace across the seat and a matching row of frothy lace around the elastic leg openings and waistband, complete with an inner lining of wetproof PVC. When she finished adjusting them and stepped back, I reached down and noticed that the puffy satin panties were extremely soft and smooth to the touch. They were also very frilly however, and made me look even more like a big baby girl.

Then Tammy put a clean pink satin shortie nightie on me, lifted me up and lay me on my back in the crib. After she raised and locked the barred side, she cooed that I must be thirsty from all that crying, and she would be right back. She returned a few minutes later carrying a pink baby bottle full of warm milk! She ordered me to start drinking as she forced the warm latex nipple between my parted lips, and said she wanted it drained before I went back to sleep. She only left after I obediently clutched the bottle and started noisily sucking down the contents. To my dismay she returned a few minutes later with all three of her grinning daughters. She informed them, "Baby Candy had to be put back into nappies and has to drink from a baby bottle because she wet all over herself in the crib tonight."

The older girls laughed, and a wide-eyed Eliza asked her Mummy if I was really wearing nappies? Tammy replied; "She sure is!" and she stood me up in the cot. The girls gathered around as Tammy made me lift up my shortie satin nightie, showing them my matching frilly baby panties. The girls giggled as their mother then pulled down both pairs of my wetproof panties in front, completely exposing the thick nappies pinned tightly beneath. The girls laughed again and chanted over and over; "Baby Candy’s wearing nappies! Baby Candy’s wearing nappies!"

Tammy grimly warned her youngest daughter; "This is what happens to all bedwetters, Eliza!" She then pulled my baby panties back up, lay me down and tucked me back in the crib. I hadn't yet finished my bottle, so she stuck the nipple in my mouth and held it in place for me, telling me to drink it all. Tammy then warned me that I had better not try to take off my nappies or climb out of my crib during the night, because if I did, she would “spank the daylights” out of me. She and the girls giggled as they left the room and switched off the light.

As I lay there almost numb with shock, I faintly heard Tammy watching television in the living room downstairs. Exhausted from my humiliating ordeal, I eventually fell asleep. I awoke some time later with a sudden need to pee. I didn't know what to do, as I had been forbidden to take off my nappies or climb out of the cot. However after a while, the need became an overwhelming urge. I lay there shivering and twitching spastically, and the next thing I knew my nappy was filling with hot urine. I was scared, but at the same time wetting my nappy was such a relief - and it felt very exciting!

I lay there quietly afterwards, discretely caressing my growing stiffie through my warm wet cloth and the slinky baby panties for a while, till the landing light suddenly switched off. Tammy quietly entered the dark room and turned on her bedside lamp. I was frightened that she might check my nappy and discover I had wet myself, so I pretended to be asleep and tried to will my erection away. In the dim light I cautiously watched as Tammy began undressing to change into a wispy yellow nightgown. I happened to catch glimpses of her bare shapely bottom and large swaying breasts while squinting to try to see what she was doing. If anything, my stiffie only grew harder when I realised she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short cotton nightie.

I quickly clamped my eyes shut as she crept over to me dressed only in her sheer shortie nightgown. Reaching through the bars, she gently pulled back the baby blanket, lifted my nightie, and stuck her finger up one of the leg openings of my wetproof panties. She clucked her tongue and crooned softly, "Baby Candy needs changing again!" This time Tammy quietly lowered the clattering barred rail, and I pretended to gradually awaken. She was giggling and acting playful as she pulled down my waterproof panties and unpinned my wet nappies. But she ignored the ready evidence my arousal and as she removed and carried the soggy diapers away she simply commented, “Baby Candy certainly is a heavy wetter!"

She returned shortly and began wiping me down with the cool moist baby wipes, followed by lotion, oil, and then powder again. I erected fully under her gentle caresses, blushing mightily at my lack of control. Smiling enigmatically and shaking her head in amused wonder at my obvious burgeoning excitement, she then pinned me in fresh nappies with some big pink-headed diaper pins. She slid the damp waterproof panties and the dry rumba panties back on me, all the while quietly humming; ‘Rock-a-bye Baby.’ In truth it was all quite pleasant, actually. She tucked me in and raised and locked the side rail, and whispered that I should fall right back to sleep because we were going to have an exciting day tomorrow.

As I groggily came to in the morning, Tammy was already looming over me checking my nappies. I was wet again and to my surprise, she seemed to expect it rather than be annoyed. When she saw I was finally awake she crooned, “Good morning, baby girl. Your nappy certainly is wet, but I think you’ll be safe until after breakfast.” She lowered the crib rail and lifted me down, and sent me waddling off to the kitchen with a crisp smack on the rear of my drooping plastic-sheathed bottom.

There was a big pink highchair waiting beside the table in the kitchen. Before I could object, Tammy lifted me into the juvenile device and buckled the waist belt and crotch strap in place around me. Stunned that the infantile contraption was actually big enough to accommodate me, I didn’t even voice a protest as she lowered the hinged pink tray and locked it securely in place. Her three daughters were already sitting at the kitchen table eating bowls of milky cereal, and a similar full bowl was placed on the tray in front of me, but no spoon. Tammy clipped a frilly pink bib around my neck and my mouth fell open in astonishment. The unasked question about eating utensils was answered when the tall woman took a big pink plastic spoon, dipped it into my bowl, and shovelled a large scoop of soggy cereal into my gaping mouth.

“That’s right. Eat up. Good baby!” Tammy grinned and praised me as I reflexively chewed and swallowed. “Eat it all up for your Aunty Tammy like a good little girl!” Before I could object another spoonful was pressed between my lips, then another, till I was forced to consume the entire contents of the bowl in humiliated pink-cheeked silence. When I had eaten every scrap, Tammy roughly wiped my face with the bib and gave me fresh baby bottle full of orange juice to suck while she attended to her own breakfast. I needed to pee again, and hoped no one noticed as I warmed my nappy afresh while sucking on the humiliating pink baby bottle.

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When Tammy had finished eating and I had drained my bottle, my bib was removed and I was released from the highchair and escorted to the bathroom. After sending the girls away, my damp baby panties and saturated nappies were removed and dumped in a white nappy bucket. She produced the big pink potty from the cupboard and placing it in the centre of the cold tile floor, sat me on the humiliating device. She sat on the closed toilet seat and encouraged me to ‘do my business on the potty’ for about ten awful humiliating minutes, and I sat in front of her hunched over the pink potty, failing abysmally.

Her girls all seemed to find a reason to visit the bathroom while I was perched on the potty, and every few minutes a head would pop around the doorway to ask Tammy questions and check on my progress. My cheeks were blazing with shame by the time a disgusted Tammy gave up on me and lifted me into the filled tub, before replacing the unsullied pink potty in the cupboard. I was given a complete baby bath, and then carefully dried off by the huge grimly-smiling woman. As Tammy prepared to start dressing me in her bedroom, I saw her readying some fresh thick cloth nappies on the change table.

As she silently signalled me to come closer to the table with her crooked index finger, I begged her not to diaper me again, reminding her that I was really thirteen years old, not two. She sarcastically asked me, "In that case Candy, how come you still wet your pants? How come you soaked your nappies in the crib twice last night, like any other two-year-old? And how come you can‘t perform on the potty like a big girl?”

I pleaded that I would try and control myself better from now on, but she simply lifted me into the air and plonked me on my back on the soft pile of nappies laid out waiting on the padded vinyl top. She replied shortly that she just wasn't in the mood to take any chances with me today, reasoning that she was going to have a whole house full of screaming kids. She wouldn’t have the time to deal with me possibly having another accident in my panties, so I was just going to have to stay in my nappies all day long, whether I liked it or not!

To my disappointment she diapered me as heavily as before, with two of the thick terrycloth nappies pinned tightly around my loins. She covered these with a clean pair of transparent pink plastic pilchers, then with some musk-pink satin rumba panties similar to the ones I had worn last night. She lifted me down from the change table and slid a very short frilly layered white petticoat on me, re-tied some darker pink ribbons in my braided pigtails, then slipped some white lacy ankle socks and the black patent Maryjane shoes on my feet.

A very lacy, ruffled, musk-pink little-girl’s party dress was produced on a padded satin hanger, and it rustled noisily with every tiny movement. Tammy explained the shiny pink dress was made from heavy bridal satin, as she eased the slithering frock over my bowed head. It was so short that it barely covered the bulging crotch of my matching pink satin panties. She dragged me over to a mirror to show me how gorgeous I looked. “Just like a sweet, adorable little toddler girl!" she simpered, and she was absolutely right!

After seeing my reflection even I could hardly believe I was really a thirteen-year old boy. I looked like a six-year-old girl dressed like a big baby! She led me waddling awkwardly downstairs, and her girls enthusiastically complimented me on how pretty I looked. To further humiliate me, Tammy announced that as Baby Candy couldn’t be trusted to use the potty like a big girl, I needed to be kept in nappies all day today. The girls laughed at my crestfallen face. She then told her grinning daughters to keep an eye on me and to check my nappies regularly, “since silly little toddlers like Baby Candy also can’t be trusted to tell us when they’re wet!”

To Tammy's amused delight, Julia stood over me and patted me on the head, and offered to be my pretend-Mummy for the day. She said I could be her precious baby girl all day! I felt so humiliated, my cheeks were burning and my ears were red and buzzing!

I was made to help decorate the house for the party, handing up streamers and inflated balloons to the bigger girls. Eliza and I weren‘t allowed to stand on the chairs, as we were too little. Stopping right in front of me and without saying a word, Kate or Julia would regularly lift my dress and petties with one hand, slipping the other inside the waistband of my baby panties for a quick wetness-check. My cheeks warmed each time they checked my nappy and loudly announced to their mother that Baby Candy was still dry, and thankfully I remained dry all morning.

About 11:00 a.m. Aunt Meg brought over my two cousins April and Bonnie. My astonished cousins were both amazed at my transformation into a convincing toddler girl! I looked so much the part that everyone talked to me and treated me exactly as if I really was a sweet little girl - and it wasn’t too bad! But Aunt Meg seemed annoyed with me from the moment she strode in with her girls in tow. She started to soundly berate me, saying that she’d heard I had been giving Tammy a very hard time, and that I even had to be put back into nappies because I had wet my panties again. She then asked me if had apologized to Tammy for my disgusting lack of control.

I had been trying to hide the tears of shame pricking my eyes by staring down at the floor, and I numbly shook my head, making my pigtail ribbons dance. She asked me why not, but I didn't respond. I just stood there with my head bowed, till Aunt Meg angrily demanded to know what was wrong with me. She then asked me if my nappy needed changing, and I foolishly shook my head again instead of answering. Finally she grabbed my wrist and jerked me closer, and snarled, “What’s the matter with you, child?” I still couldn't respond. Aunt Meg must have thought I was just being difficult, for she lost her temper and snapped; "I've had it with you, little girl!"

She yanked me over to the couch and as she dragged me across her bare shapely thighs, I felt a sharp warning twinge from my full bladder. She raised my short dress and frothy rustling petties in the rear, revealing my bulging pink satin baby panties. Then she proceeded to spank my frilly diapered bottom hard and fast with her hand, while Tammy and all the girls watched and giggled. Despite being heavily padded I started weeping, more from the humiliation than the pain, but Aunty kept spanking and scolding me regardless. Finally I couldn't hold back my pee any longer, and began wetting my nappies just as she was finishing punishing me. I felt so mortified, but the erotic sensation of spreading heat around my peenie and sac was incredibly arousing!

When she finally finished paddling me, she stuck one of her fingers up a leg opening of my baby panties and scathingly announced to all that I was soaking wet! She spanked and scolded me afresh for lying when I said I hadn't needed a nappy change, caustically reminding me that silly wet babies like me can suffer severe diaper rash if they're not changed promptly. When Aunty paused to catch her breath, Tammy volunteered to change my wet nappies. But Aunt Meg growled that I had caused her good friend enough trouble, and said that she would do it. Tammy offered to help, and the two women dragged me waddling heavily into the bedroom to change me, while all the girls waited in the living room and laughed at my departing back.

As the women lifted me onto the padded change table and removed my outer frilly panties, Aunty Meg commented that it was a good thing I was wearing two pairs of wetproof panties over my nappies, since I was such a wet little girl. She tugged down the tight pink pilchers and unpinned my drenched yellowed diaper, and snorted contemptuously when she spied my stiff peenie. It remained that way, hard and throbbing as Tammy wiped me over with baby wipes and Aunty Meg powdered my crotch and bottom.

As she pinned me into the dry nappies, Aunt Meg warned me in syrupy baby-talk that I had better behave like a perfect little girl at Kate's birthday party, “or else!" When they finished pulling up my rumba panties, they lifted me down from the table and crisply smacked my diapered bottom before leaving the room. I was feeling very humiliated and didn't want to go outside, but I heard Aunt Meg call to the girls to drag me outside and play with me.

April and Bonnie and Tammy's daughters, Eliza, Kate and Julia, all entered the room. They were laughing and calling me "Pretty Baby Candy," and all exclaimed that they wanted to play with the precious little baby. My cousins spied the crib, and asked me if that's where I’d slept last night. I blushed and didn't answer, and Tammy's daughters crowed; "Yes she did!"

Bonnie saw the empty pink baby bottle lying in the crib. Giggling, she picked it up and asked me if it was mine? The girls responded again for me, shrieking “Yes! It’s Baby Candy’s!”

April wickedly suggested, "Let's give Baby Candy a bottle right now." Bonnie volunteered to ask my Aunty if that was okay. To my annoyance Aunt Meg agreed it was a fine idea, and allowed her daughter to fill the bottle with warm milk. Bonnie soon returned and sat on the edge of Tammy's bed, and lifted me over her lap. She smugly warned me that her mother insisted I had to finish the whole bottle like a good baby girl.

All the girls watched and laughed as Bonnie stuck the latex nipple in my mouth and ordered me to drink the warm milk all down. She proceeded to rock me back and forth as I noisily suckled on the dribbling teat. I felt so ashamed as I meekly lay there in her arms being fed like an infant, but I was still hard inside my nappies. When I finally finished, Bonnie sat me up and attempted successfully to burp me. Then April gaily announced, "We’d better check the baby’s nappies." They all laughed hysterically as I started blushing all over and pulling away from them.

I shrieked “No!” and made a waddling dash for the door. The girls easily caught me and pulled me back in, then closed the door securely behind them. Bonnie carried me back to the big bed and roughly threw me down on my back. While April and the other girls held my arms and legs spread wide, Bonnie tickled me until I was shrieking with laughter and almost in tears. As my erection dwindled I even felt a few hot spurts of urine uncontrollably escape into my clean nappy.

Bonnie then pulled up my short dress and petties, and yanked down the front of my waterproof panties. She reached inside and boldly felt my nappy front all over, and sneered; “Our baby girl’s nappy is only damp - so far! These thick nappies will easily handle another wetting.” She then pulled my panties back into place and the girls let me up from the bed. I felt so humiliated as they led me waddling outside, the girls laughing their heads off as I tugged at my bobbing hem like a shy little girl.

The first guests started arriving for the party around noon. Bonnie and April asked if they could be excused, as they were far too old to attend this kiddie party. Aunt Meg agreed, saying she and Tammy probably wouldn't need any more help. I timidly asked if I could be excused too, but Aunt Meg handed me a cup of sweet orange cordial and snapped; "Certainly not! Especially after Tammy went to all this trouble dressing you so prettily! Now drink up, sweetie.”

Snickering as I drained the cup she continued, "And you look so adorable in that gorgeous little party dress, sweetheart! I love the way your petties swish and bounce so attractively every time you move. They constantly draw everyone’s eyes to my prissy little poppet. Don't you want everyone to see how beautiful you can look? This is a very suitable punishment for a disobedient little pants-wetter like you, and you had better be on your best behaviour this afternoon. Because if you're not, you haven't seen anything yet!" As I was staring down at the floor, Aunt Meg ordered me to look up. She placed a little gold cardboard crown on my head and pulled the elastic string under my trembling chin, warning me; “Keep it on like a good little Princess!”

She refilled my cup and ordered me to drink it, and then give the cup back to her at once. Despite my grizzled protests, she held the cup to my lips and made me drain the contents. I was starting to slosh with all the liquid I had been made to consume, but when I complained, Aunty replied. “Little girls like you can’t be trusted to walk around with a cup, sweetie. If you want another drink later, I’ll have to ask Tammy to bring you a sippy-cup or your baby bottle.” I didn’t want to walk around carrying a toddler’s cup or drink from a baby bottle again, so I just shook my head. When my Aunt’s attention was distracted by a crying little girl, I scurried away as fast as I could waddle.

The guests were mainly six, seven, and eight-year-old boys and girls - mostly girls - with some parents with toddlers and infants in attendance as well. I stood alone at the far end of the huge sunroom, nervously pushing down my short flared party dress over my swaying petties, as they were almost exposing my bulging baby panties with the obvious nappies underneath. An attractive young mother strolled over and in a sweet contralto voice, asked me who I was and why I was standing there all alone. I shyly whispered that my name was Candy, and that Aunt Meg was my aunt. She said that I was a very pretty little Princess, and told me I shouldn't be so shy. She led me by the hand over to some other smaller children and introduced me to them, telling them I was a very shy little girl named Candy.

Then Tammy organized a game of pin the tail on the donkey. By hiding behind the bigger children I managed to sit that game out, but Aunt Meg noticed my behaviour and grew annoyed with me. Next it was time to have a spelling bee. Clapping her hands loudly for attention, Tammy requested all the boys line up on one side of the room and all the girls line up on the other. Aunt Meg tapped me on the shoulder and quietly cautioned me that I had better play properly with the other little children this time.

I wasn't thinking, and so I naturally lined up with the boys. A young boy pushed me hard in the back and yelled, "Get on the other side where you belong, you dumb girlie!" I fell to my knees and felt a hot spurt of wee-wees in my nappy, as my dress and petties went flying up in back to reveal my lace-trimmed bulging baby panties to the row of jeering boys. Whimpering in shame, I clamped down on my nervous bladder and with difficulty managed to stem the warm trickling flow. Blushing furiously and tugging on my short hem, I scrambled to my feet and scooted over to the other side with the rest of the girls.

I saw Aunt Meg snickering at my red face as Tammy started the game. When reaching the front of their line, a boy or girl would be asked to spell a word. If they missed, the other side would have a chance to spell it correctly. I was developing an overwhelming urge to pee, but I didn't know what to do. I wanted to drop out by misspelling a word, and slink off somewhere quiet to wet my already-damp nappies in private.

But the words were too easy for me, and for some strange reason I just couldn't seem to deliberately make a mistake. Aunt Meg and Tammy noticed me squirming and unconsciously pressing my fist against my dress over my padded crotch, and they just glanced knowingly at each other and smiled. After a while all the boys were knocked out, and I was left with two bigger girls. I was squirming and shuddering and really couldn't hold in my pee any longer. Then while I was spelling the winning word with everyone silently watching, I soaked my nappies with hot urine.

Despite the fact that I was sure everyone could hear the noisy stream gushing into my diaper, the feeling of relief was incredible. I gave a loud sigh of thanks and couldn’t help smiling. There was a smatter of desultory applause and for my prize, Tammy had me reach into the girls’ grab-bag of toys. As my stream of wee-wees dribbled lazily to a halt, I pulled out a ‘Princess Barbie’ doll for my prize. All the other little girls gazed at me enviously.

Aunt Meg signalled me to come over and show her my new dolly. She admired my prize and hugged me, and said that I was behaving like a very good little girl now, and that she was so proud of me. She handed me my doll and sat me up on her lap, warning me to hang on to my dolly carefully for the rest of the day. She then whispered in my ear, asking if I needed my nappy changed yet? I felt too ashamed to tell her the truth and stuttered, "N-no Auntie," and ducked my head as I lied. She firmly patted the warm wet cloth bunched between my legs and could instantly tell I was lying by the distinctive wet sound.

In honeyed baby-talk she doubtfully cautioned me; "Really, baby? Okay… But if I find out you're not telling me the truth, I'm going to have to do something you won't like, sweetheart." Pointing to the long bare dining table, she continued in the same syrupy tone. "If I find my little girl is lying to me, I'll have to change her wet nappies right over there on that table, where all the other little children can watch! Would you like me to do that, Baby Candy?"

I fearfully shook my head in anxious denial. She began putting her hand under my dress as she warned me; "So I'll ask you one more time. Do you or don't you need a nappy change, sweetie?" I knew she'd find out anyway, so I miserably nodded my bowed head and sheepishly admitted that my nappy was wet. But when I dared glance up at her, Aunt Meg unexpectedly smiled and praised me. "That's a good little girl!" She then waved to Tammy and indicated that she was taking the baby into the bedroom for a diaper change. Our hostess merely smiled and nodded her head, so Aunty Meg led me by the hand waddling wetly to the bedroom, dragging my Barbie along by one leg.

While Aunt Meg was removing my rumba panties and pilchers, Tammy wandered in with a pink baby bottle full of orange cordial, and asked me if I was being a good little baby girl for my Aunty. Tammy fed me the bottle before I could reply, and softly stroked my hair while Aunt Meg unpinned my warm wet nappies and spoke to me using crooning baby-talk. I felt a really pleasant sensation wash over me as they took turns oiling and powdering my crotch and bottom till I was hard again, the women chuckling over my uncontrollable erections. When they finished diapering me, Aunty drew my damp pilchers up over my bulky clean nappies.

“Aren’t you worried those damp plastic panties might smell of stale urine?” Tammy asked my Aunty, who smiled nastily before replying.

“I think it appropriate that an older child who still needs to wear diapers should smell like a baby, even when she’s just been freshly changed.” Aunty tugged the satin rumba panties over my glistening baby panties as she continued, “The lingering aroma of her stale wee-wees reminds her - and others - of her true status: that she is nothing but a silly baby girl who still wets her panties and wets her bed.” When I had finished the bottle, Aunty lifted me down and rearranged my frock and petties to sit prettily. Taking my hand, she led me back out to the party clutching my Princess Barbie to my breast.

Despite soaking my nappy less than an hour later, no one seemed to check up on me. I even managed to drink unnoticed from a normal cup a few times. But I wasn’t game enough to put down my Barbie doll, and had to cart her around with me everywhere. The rest of the afternoon passed without any major incident, until near the end. I felt the need to pee once again, as I had been discretely sneaking cups of my favourite creaming soda whenever I could. I quietly crept out to the empty back patio so I could drench my already-wet nappy in relative privacy. Soon I felt the almost scalding-hot urine filling my thirsty nappies, and I was really starting to enjoy the comforting clinging warmth gathering around my crotch and bottom. It actually made me feel like a spoiled helpless infant again.

After I had been standing out there only a few moments, some big girls came strolling out. They said that they had just heard I was “a diaper-baby," and demanded to know if it was true? I suspected one of Tammy's daughters must have told them I was diapered. I timidly denied the accusation, but they weren't convinced.

A big fat eight-year-old girl snatched my Barbie from my fingers and snarled sarcastically; "You think you're so clever for winning the spelling-bee! But you're really just a big baby who still has to wear nappies!" Another horrible girl giggled and suggested; "Let's pull up her dress to check if she’s really wearing a diaper now." As I reached for my doll the jeering children began to surround me, and I squealed for them to leave me alone. A vicious girl sneaked up behind me without me knowing it, and she yanked my dress and frothy petticoats up high, completely exposing my frilly waterproof panties and the obvious drooping wet nappies underneath. All the children howled with laughter as I tried in vain to push down my dress and petties and wrestle free.

Fortunately the attractive young mother who had earlier led me over to play with the other little girls came striding out. She immediately realised I was being tormented and crisply demanded to know what was going on. The children surrounding me kept laughing and poking me, and told her I was a big baby who still had to wear nappies. I was crying uncontrollably by the time she marched over and scattered my tormentors. She took my Barbie from the horrid girl and handing it back to me, ordered the nasty children to leave me alone and return inside. As they left they continued taunting me, saying things like; "I bet your nappies are all wet!" and; "Go ask your Mummy to change your smelly diapers, you little baby!"

The kindly young woman bent down closer to me and commented sweetly, “That’s a beautiful frock you’re wearing, Princess.” I sniffled and clutched my doll but didn't respond, and she asked in a softer voice. "Are you wearing nappies underneath that pretty party frock, Sugarplum?” I was so embarrassed I looked down at the ground, but the wide-flared pink skirt and lace-trimmed petties filled my blurry vision. I shook my head in useless denial, making my frothy petties sway and dance distractingly. She continued, “I saw that nasty girl pull up your dress and petticoats, and it really did look like you were wearing baby rumba panties with nappies underneath, sweetie. What‘s your name, Princess?”

“C-c-candy,“ I stuttered fearfully. My eyes started clouding over again with tears of shame as in an even softer voice she cooed.

“How sweet! But how come a big girl like you is still wearing nappies and baby panties, Candy?” She lifted my trembling chin with one finger and dried my teary face with the edge of her floral cotton apron. Her perfume filed my senses and I found myself staring into her kind blue eyes.

I hesitantly whimpered, “My Aunty Meg and Aunty Tammy made me wear them to the party be-because I wet my panties and I wet the bed last night.”

"Oh I understand, darling. But why do you still wet your bed at your age, Candy? You’re a big girl now. Surely you must be six or seven?" she asked, with gentle maternal concern shining in her eyes.

I whispered that I didn't know why I wet the bed, and that maybe it was ‘an accident.’ She suggested that if I managed to keep my nappies dry for a time, maybe Aunt Meg would let me wear big-girl panties again soon. I nodded my head hopefully as she continued to gently wipe my tear-stained cheeks with her apron. She asked me if my nappies were wet right now? I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth, and shook my head again. In a soft but sceptical tone, she asked if I had kept my diaper dry all afternoon? I nodded apprehensively.

She loudly sniffed the air around my groin, chuckled and shook her head. "Wow! I don't even think I could go all afternoon without going to the potty. Are you sure they're not a tiny bit wet, baby doll?" She smiled conspiratorially as she cooed confidentially; "You can tell me." I knew she didn't believe me anyway, so I shyly whispered that they might be just a little wet. She gently held my hand and said, "That's okay, Princess! Just a little wet?” she questioned in mock-disbelief. I timidly nodded, and she said that it might be hard for me to tell, and that maybe she had better check for herself.

I didn't say anything and before I knew it, she had stuck one hand under my short flared dress and petties, and slipped her fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of my waterproof baby panties. She cried, "Oh honey! Your nappies are soaked! We’ll have to change your diaper right away!" I kept staring down at my shiny pink frock, trembling and red-faced with shame. She generously offered, "I'll tell you what we can do. Why don't you show me where they keep your nappies, Candy, and I can change your diaper myself. Then we don't have to bother anyone. Your Aunty Meg and Aunty Tammy will be so proud of you for staying dry! Isn't that a good idea, Princess?" She kept hold of my hand and started to lead me inside.

I was so embarrassed, I put my head down and whispered, "Oh no thank you, ma'am."

She probably thought I was too shy to let her change me, so she continued soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know you're very shy. But don't worry, I change little girls’ nappies every day! I have a two-year-old named Cindy. She used to hate wearing her nappies and being changed, but I soon helped her over that..." She saw that my demeanour wasn't improving, and she swiftly added; "Oh, of course I didn't mean that you're like a two-year-old, sweetheart!"

I timidly thanked her again, but told her that I only liked my Aunty or Tammy to change my nappies. She said that it was all right, and that she understood, but that I did have to be changed right now, so she would take me to my Aunty first. As she led me waddling wetly back inside clutching my dolly, the cruel children began teasing me again, hissing things like; "Go get your dirty nappies changed, you big baby!" The beautiful young mother warned them to behave, or she threatened to tell their parents.

She brought me waddling slowly over to Tammy and Aunt Meg. She told them that I was dripping wet and urgently needed changing, and that the other children had found out I was wearing nappies and were teasing me unmercifully. Aunt Meg and Tammy laughed at my bowed head and tear-streaked cheeks, and warmly thanked the helpful young mother, calling her by her name; "Melody." They informed her that I had been a very naughty little girl earlier, and needed some ‘special diaper-training.’

[babyjennie]

And here is the final installment. I hope this makes you wet your nappy! hugs from Baby Jennie

Melody told them that she had offered to change my wet nappy herself, but that I seemed too shy. Then Aunt Meg surprised me by agreeing that it would be a wonderful idea if Melody would change my diaper, because they were both too busy winding down the party and cleaning up. Tammy told her that my clean nappies and baby panties were in the main bedroom under the change table. As Tammy snickered, Aunt Meg leaned over and commanded me. "You behave like a good obedient little girl, Candy, and let Melody change your wet nappies without any fuss."

I whimpered, "Please no, Aunt Meg?”

She gripped my chin tightly and forced me to look up at her stern features. Aunt Meg gazed resolutely into my watering blue eyes and warned me coldly. "All right, Baby Candy, I'll give you a choice. Either you be a good little girl and let Melody change your wet nappy, or I'll give you a spanking in front of everyone, and Melody will still change your wet nappies, but right there on the dining table! It's up to you, missy."

I started crying afresh, but Melody kindly took me by the hand and cooed reassuringly, "It’s okay, Candy! There's nothing to worry about. You'll feel much better after we change you out of those yucky wet nappies." She then led me snivelling abjectly and waddling heavily towards the bedroom. Aunt Meg laughed at our slow departure and warned Melody that she was “in for a real surprise!" I noticed that some of the nasty children watched me being led away, and they were laughing snidely and pointing at me from across the room.

When we reached the bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and crooned for me to stop crying. She suggested that if I remained dry for the rest of the day, maybe my Aunt would let me out of my nappies tomorrow. She noticed the open crib, and sounded surprised when she asked me if that's where I slept. I nodded shamefully in reply, too humiliated to answer her. She looked thoughtful, then carefully dumped me on the padded change table and pawed through the stack of big nappies and large waterproof panties underneath as she observed; "These big nappies must be for you, honey." Again I didn't respond, letting my Barbie dangle despondently by one leg. She selected some nappies and a pair of transparent pink waterproof panties decorated with circus animals and lace trimmings, and placed them ready on the change table. I started weeping again, then Melody seemed to have an idea.

“Wait here a minute, Candy. I'll be right back!” She returned a moment later leading her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter by one hand, and clutching a big pink vinyl diaper bag in the other. She said, "This is my daughter, Candy, and her name is Cindy. She's wet too, just as I thought. Can you please help me change her diaper, Candy?" I felt very embarrassed, but would do anything to delay my own impending humiliation, so I nodded and hopped down.

Melody then took out a colourful vinyl-backed changing mat from her diaper bag and asked me to spread it open on my Aunt's queen-size bed. Using crooning baby talk, Melody said; "It's time for a nappy change, Cindy. You be a good girl and show Candy how easy it is, okay?"

To which Cindy giggled and chirped, "No!"

Melody repeated in a firmer voice, "I want you to be a good girl today, Cindy! We have a special little girlfriend here with us."

Again Cindy defiantly yelled; "No!"

Melody grimaced and insisted, "Okay, let's get you undressed." She then sat her squirming daughter on the edge of the bed and after telling me to hold her still, she took off Cindy's shoes and dress. She gave the little girl a pink baby soother to suck to quieten her objections, and made Cindy lie down on the changing mat.

I gave her my Barbie to hold, and the happy toddler squirmed and chortled around her dummy as her loving Mummy tickled and blew on her bare tummy. Melody took out some clean nappies, a dummy in a case, plastic panties, baby powder, oil and lotion from the diaper bag. While Cindy lay there sucking noisily on her pink soother and played with the crown still pinned in my Barbie’s long blonde hair, Melody took off the transparent waterproof panties, then unpinned and removed her daughter’s yellowed wet nappies.

Melody ruefully commented that her daughter’s cloth diapers were soaked, and she left the room for a moment to noisily wring them out over the en-suite toilet. She quickly returned and slipped the used nappies in a plastic bag, then placed the bag in another zippered compartment of the voluminous diaper bag. Melody cleaned her crotch with baby wipes and wiped Cindy down with baby oil and some pink lotion. She had me sprinkle her daughter’s groin with baby powder, and then spread it around her puffy slit and bottom crease with my trembling fingers. She then diapered and dressed her giggling toddler, and Cindy laughed happily and had a great time of it.

When she was finished, Melody turned to me and crooned; "See? See how easy that was, Candy? Now it’s your turn, sweetheart." She continued in soothing tones as she first removed my cardboard crown and placed it on the vanity. "Now let’s take off your pretty pink dress, little girl. We don't want to spill lotion or anything on that gorgeous satin party frock of yours." I hesitated, but she was insistent as she unbuttoned the back of my frock. "Come on, honey! I can't let you stay in those drenched nappies another minute!" I looked at her with fresh tears of shame pricking my eyes, but she ordered me to raise my hands over my head. She pulled off my satin dress and frothy petticoats, and neatly draped them on the bed. I felt so embarrassed standing there in just my saggy wet nappies and frilly waterproof baby panties in front of her and her bemused baby daughter.

She suggested her toddler take my Barbie and go play with her dolls, but Cindy just remained kneeling on the change mat, watching us closely through wide blue eyes over her bobbing pink pacifier guard. Melody sat me on the edge of the big bed and unbuckled and removed my black Maryjanes. She ordered me to hop up and lie back on the changing table. I was still reluctant, and Melody was growing impatient. She lifted me bodily and plonked me on my soggy bottom, then firmly pushed me back down on the table. I started sobbing again but Melody just sang, "There, there, Candy. This will only take a few minutes. Now lift up your botty, Sugarplum, so I can whip your pretty panties down and unpin those wet nappies. I promise, you'll feel much better when we’re done."

I just lay there limply on my back snivelling like a truculent toddler, so Melody proceeded to drag down my waterproof panties without my assistance, then she unpinned my soaking wet nappies. As soon as she lifted away the soggy yellowed nappy front, she spied my tiny shrivelled penis. She seemed puzzled for a moment, but then tried unsuccessfully to hold back her peals of laughter. She exclaimed, "Oh Candy! You're really a little boy, aren't you!"

I cringed and whimpered, "Yes ma'am." She turned her face away so I wouldn't see her laughing. Even Cindy was giggling. When she had herself under control, Melody asked me why I had been dressed like a baby girl, and I complained that that's how Aunt Meg and Tammy were punishing me. Melody made me tell her some of the bad things I had done, including wetting my pants and wetting the training panties in the crib. When she spied my poor bruised bottom she agreed that I certainly must have been a bad little boy. She frowned at my thickening erection and soundly scolded me as she wiped me clean, and asked me if I wanted a sore red bottom from her, too? She concluded that my Aunty had done the right thing by punishing me this way. I started weeping abjectly, and Melody seemed to begin to feel sorry for me again.

I heard her walk to the diaper bag and there was the sound of a package being ripped open. The next thing I knew, Melody was forcing a latex teat into my mouth. Expecting a baby bottle I started to suck, but when I felt the plastic guard bobbing against my nose, I realised what it was. It was a baby’s dummy! “It’s a good thing I keep a new spare soother for Cindy,” Melody observed with a small smile, as the sucking seemed to have calmed my tears somewhat. She gently ordered me to keep sucking on the pink dum-dums, then spoke softly to me in soothing baby-talk.

She told me that she felt sorry for me, but suggested that maybe my time spent in nappies and baby dresses would help me learn a valuable lesson. Adding to my humiliation, Cindy still really wanted to help diaper me, so Melody allowed her. I felt absolutely mortified as the little girl sprinkled and rubbed baby powder on my bobbing stiff peenie. She stood there and watched her mother pin the clean nappies around me while still sucking on her dummy, just like me. Cindy even helped her Mummy tug my clean waterproof panties up my legs and over my thick nappies.

When they were finished, Melody kissed my powdery tummy and said I had been a very good little girl for her. She tickled me all over until I couldn't stop giggling, and I even felt a few hot spurts of fresh wee-wees into my clean nappy. Just as they were finishing putting my dress and petties back on, Aunt Meg and Tammy stalked in. Aunt Meg demanded to know where I got the pink dummy, and asked me if I had been giving Melody a hard time? Melody spoke up for me and replied that I had been very good, but I was very wet and should have spoken up sooner. She told the women that she had given me the new baby pacifier to calm my tears, and they wryly noted how effective it was. Aunt Meg asked her if she had discovered her baby girl’s ‘little secret?’ Melody told her she certainly had discovered my little secret!

Aunt Meg and Tammy thoroughly explained the whole situation to her, and the women laughed and laughed as I blushed rosily and sucked harder on my dummy. Melody commented that I was way too pretty and effeminate for a boy, and my sweet frocks suited my sissy juvenile nature admirably. Aunt Meg turned to me and noted that her little one looked very tired. I took out my dummy and crankily insisted I wasn't tired, and she asked me if I had taken a nap yet today. I sulkily replied; “No! I don't need naps.”

She pushed the latex soother back between my pouting lips and calmly responded, "Oh yes you do, sweetness! All little toddlers who still have to wear nappies need their naps, and you've had more than enough excitement for one day. Now keep that dummy in your mouth, Baby Candy." With that Aunt Meg quickly drew off my dress and petticoat, and then removed my frilly socks. She lowered the safety rail on the crib, picked me up and dumped me in, and swiftly raised the bars back in place.

I complained around the dummy that I didn't need a nap, but Aunt Meg just patted me on the head and told me to behave and stop whinging, or else I would receive another botty-spank. I tried to cover myself with the pink baby blanket but Aunt Meg took it away, saying it was too hot. That left me lying there in just my nappies and the transparent pink baby panties. The women seemed to revel in my blushing embarrassment, and continued to taunt me as I sucked harder on my soother for comfort. Cindy stood next to my crib holding onto the rails, staring at me and giggling around her dummy as she handed me my Princess Barbie. Aunt Meg picked up my empty baby bottle and said the cranky baby probably needed some warm milk to help her sleep.

Melody announced that sadly she and Cindy had to leave, but suggested my Aunt to call her if she needed anyone to take ‘special care’ of her naughty Baby Candy. Melody impishly added that Aunt Meg’s precious big toddler could even play Barbies with Cindy's dolls and baby toys, now that I had my very own Barbie doll. Tammy looked at me and sneered. "Oh my! Wouldn't that be fun, Baby Candy?" My Aunt warmly thanked Melody, and said she would call her tomorrow.

As the women walked out, little Cindy trilled, "Bye-bye, Baby Candy!" and everyone laughed. I noticed Aunt Tammy had left her bedroom door wide open as she stalked out. I called out for her to please close it, but she ignored me. A few moments later a group of children remaining at the party wandered in and surrounded my crib. They were laughing and chanting that I was a big diaper baby who sucked a dummy. They taunted and teased me and asked me if I had wet myself again yet, and I rolled onto my side and buried my red face in the sheets, biting down on the latex teat to help fight back the tears. They made fun of my transparent pink baby panties with the circus animals and the frilly lace trim, and tried to poke and smack my bulging bottom through the crib bars. I was so humiliated, I clutched my Barbie tighter and sucked on my soother for comfort.

Aunt Meg and Tammy returned and I begged them to make the horrible children leave. But my Aunty plucked the soother from my mouth and replaced it with the nipple of a full baby bottle, and calmly ordered me to drink up the warm milk like a good baby. Knowing I had no choice but to obey, the children howled with laughter as I compliantly sucked on the warm rubber teat until it gurgled dry. A girl asked the adults if another bottle would make me wet my nappies soon. But Aunt Meg chuckled and told her that my nappies had just been changed, so it would probably take a while for the big baby to wet enough to need changing again. The children continued teasing me as Aunt Meg and Tammy left the room without a backward glance. Finally the party was over and to my relief, the remaining guests departed. Exhausted by my humiliating ordeal, I drifted into a fitful slumber#, dimly aware of the uncomfortable full feeling in my bowels.

After waking me later that evening and checking my wet nappy, Aunty Meg changed me as soon as she lifted me out of the cot. I wanted to ask if I could use the toilet before she pinned the clean nappies around my hips, but when Tammy asked me if I needed to use the potty, I shook my head in denial. I was afraid Aunty Tammy would make me sit on the big pink potty while everyone watched my humiliating performance. I remained silent as Aunty Meg dressed me in a sheer yellow cotton sundress that barely covered my diapered hips. When we left Aunty Tammy’s that night, I was sucking my new pink dummy and Aunty Meg was carrying a large plastic bag full of things for Baby Candy. I shuddered at the thought of the contents, and didn’t understand when Tammy sang out from her front door; “Call me if you need to borrow the furniture!”

Aunty Meg made me sit in the back with the overflowing bag beside me and she climbed into the front seat. When drove in silence for a few minutes until I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to fart. As a loud ripple of gas trumpeted out of my bottom, I felt the unmistakeable sensation of a warm wet turd sliding into my nappies. I started to wet my nappies in shock as I began to uncontrollably soil my diaper, and my body was thrust against the seatbelt when Aunty slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt and Aunty turned to glare over her shoulder at me. “I hope you haven’t done what I think you’ve done, little girl?” she icily demanded.

I started crying like a baby as I sulkily replied, “I couldn’t help it, Aunty. It was an accident!” I wailed.

“Accident my foot!” she replied angrily. “Aunty Tammy asked you if you needed the potty only five minutes ago, you dirty little girl. Why didn’t you do your poo-poos then?”

“I didn’t know I needed to go,” I lied, as I sobbed around the dummy clenched between my teeth.

“Only babies can’t tell when they need to go number twos,” she commented acidly. “You must really be a baby after all. Is that what you are, Baby Candy?” she demanded. I could only shake my head and tearfully sniffle in reply. “Yes, I think so,” she decided for me with chilling finality. “You’re nothing but a silly little baby girl who still needs to be potty trained.”

April and Bonnie were waiting for us at home, and they watched as Aunty Meg seized my hand and led me waddling slowly and carefully up the stairs. She cruelly informed them that I had just soiled my nappies, and they watched with open mouths from the doorway as Aunty made me climb into the bathtub. She stripped me of my feminine finery and then ordered me to spread my feet as she unpinned my wet saggy nappy.

There was a collective gasp from the watching girls as the extent of my disgrace was revealed. Bonnie acidly commented on the awful stench while April declared she wasn’t going to change any dirty diapers. Aunty informed them it was all part of taking care of a baby, and something they would have to do for their own babies soon enough. She suggested a few weeks of taking care of a big baby like me would be excellent preparation for their future motherhood.

Aunty made April take my dirty nappies downstairs and dump them straight in the washing machine, along with the badly stained pilchers. Then Aunty hosed me down with a hand-held shower spray, and when she had washed most of the excrement down the plug hole, she allowed the tub to fill and gave me my second scalding hot bath for the day. After powdering me heavily and pinning fresh nappies around my loins, she dressed me in the same pink satin nightie and matching rumba panties I had worn last night at Aunty Tammy’s.

The girls showered me with sarcastic compliments when they spied my pretty nightie and matching baby panties. My cheeks grew warm as I felt a sudden blossom of heat in my nappies when they lifted me into a kitchen chair to feed me my dinner. I was sent to bed clutching my new dolly as soon as I had finished my meal, and Aunty made me keep my damp nappies and baby panties on for the night. But at least I was allowed to sleep in a big-girl’s bed. Aunty Meg gave me a bottle of warm milk at bedtime too, telling me it would help me sleep. It certainly did that! I finally fell asleep sucking contentedly on my pink pacifier, and I didn’t even wake up when I soaked my nappy some time during the night.

The next morning, Aunt Meg threw back my covers and immediately felt my warm panty crotch. She snorted with contempt when she instantly detected my saturated state. She decided she wouldn’t change me until after breakfast, and I had to endure the taunts of her daughters when they spied the thick wet nappies and baby panties drooping between my legs. A frilly plastic-backed cotton bib was clipped around my neck before Bonnie lifted me into a kitchen chair. It was April’s turn to feed me, and she seemed to delight in deliberately missing my mouth, smearing my lips and chin with warm porridge. She tut-tutted in mock-reproval when food cascaded onto my bib, then simply scooped it up with the spoon and pushed it back in my mouth. After draining two bottles of juice, my face and hands were scrubbed with a warm washer. Only then did Aunty carefully remove my sticky stained bib.

After another of her scalding baths, Aunty dried and powdered me all over. She pinned me in fresh nappies and drew some plain tight transparent pilchers snugly over my swaddled hips, covering them with some white satin rumba panties with rows of yellow lace shimmering across the seat. Her watching daughters snickered with amusement as she dressed me in another fancy short party frock that she had borrowed from Tammy‘s youngest. This dress was fashioned from stiff white starched cotton, with yellow lace trimmings and a wide yellow satin sash around the high Empire waist. It even had two layers of white tulle petticoats sewn in, to make it flare out crazily over my diapered hips.

The thin cotton socks were white with yellow lace trim too, that my Aunty ordered me to fold down neatly. She fussily made me rearrange the frilly lace above the ankles till the rows were even, then handed me my Barbie. After she buckled on my black patent Maryjanes for me, she took my hand and led me to the kitchen. She collected her handbag and keys, took my hand and led me to the front door. When I whimpered and tried to pull back, she held up the big pink dummy in warning.

“I’ll make you keep this in your mouth all day if I hear one more word of complaint!” she threatened, and then escorted me numb and silent down the two blocks to a new-and-used children's clothing store. She smiled tightly as I clutched both her hand and my Princess Barbie in terror, staying close by her side the whole way and fearfully trying to conceal my small frame behind her billowing dress.

Inside the store, as Aunt Meg selected a number of appropriately juvenile dresses and skirts, petticoats, socks, panties and tights for me, the pretty teenaged salesgirl unwittingly commented that I made a very attractive big toddler in my sweet little party frock. Aunt Meg simply smiled as I glanced down shyly and blushed attractively, and then dragged me into the communal fitting room.

Despite the fact that there were two other mothers in there with their toddlers in tow, she swiftly removed my frock, and one-by-one, slowly tried all the clothes she had selected on me. My cheeks were crimson as the other little children soon noticed my obvious diapers and baby panties, then they started to whisper to their Mummies and point at me. Aunty just fed my limp arms through the sleeves, bunched up the petticoats and frocks, and fed them over my bowed head as I meekly stood there trembling with humiliation. After carefully checking the fit of each garment, it would be ripped from my body and the next thrust into place. Finally I was dressed in my stiff white cotton toddler frock again, and gathering her selections, Aunty dragged me over to the infant and toddler’s section.

She selected several packages of extra-large contoured cloth nappies. She then searched for the girls' extra-large wetproof baby panties, but the bin where they should have been was empty. As I continued blushing and holding my head down in disgrace, the helpful young salesgirl came over. Aunt Meg asked her if she had any more girls' extra-large waterproof panties in stock. The girl motioned to an assortment in size ‘large,’ asking my Aunt how big the baby was, as that size would fit most big toddlers. To my shame my Aunt pointed at me and loudly announced that her ‘big baby is right here, and she really needs the extra-large!’ She continued scathingly, “My little Candy still wets her panties and her bed occasionally, and must be put back into baby nappies and toddler frocks as a suitable punishment."

The attractive teen salesgirl fought back her laughter and grinning madly, offered to check the stock room out back. She returned a few minutes later with a small stack of girls' extra-large frilly baby panties. With the salesgirl and some other customers looking on, my Aunt pulled up my dress, exposing my frilly satin rumba panties with the obvious bulging nappies underneath. I was so embarrassed I kept fidgeting and shifting my feet, and the sneering salesgirl sharply ordered me to stand still for my Mummy. Aunt Meg held a pair of the lace-lavished PVC panties stretched across my waist, and gleefully announced they would fit me just fine. I was mortified when in a momentary lull, they both heard the unmistakable sound of my wetties tinkling noisily into my nappies!

The smirking salesgirl rang up our purchase, and when she came to the nappies and waterproof panties, she stared at my drooping satin panty crotch and giggled. “Looks like your little girl will be needing these as soon as you return home.” She snorted to my Aunty. “What a lucky baby she is!”

But the biggest surprise was when we returned home for lunch, I found the big pink highchair from Tammy’s house sitting in my Aunt’s kitchen. I was horrified when Bonnie lifted me into the humiliating baby chair and buckled me in immediately, then lowered and locked the tray in front of my trapped tummy. Aunty smiled at the infantile picture I made in the pink highchair, and suggested the girls feed me lunch while she went upstairs and made up the cot for my afternoon nap. Oh no!

April clipped a big pink bib around my neck that had a picture of Bambi on it, and sweetly asked me if I wanted my bottle first, or some din-dins? I spotted the two empty jars of toddler food on the bench just as the microwave pinged, and Bonnie shot me an evil grin as she took out a steaming plastic Barbie bowl full of grey gruel. She carefully stirred the contents, and tested a little on her lip to check the temperature, grimacing at the bland taste. “Open up, Baby Candy,” ordered Bonnie, and I knew I had to obey.

Aunty had set up Eliza’s wooden crib from Tammy’s in the spare room, and the crackling plastic mattress protector was covered in some juvenile pink cotton ballerina sheets. The fuzzy pink baby blanket was also in evidence, and then Aunty Meg placed me on my back on their old padded vinyl change table her daughters had moved down from the attic. She changed my wet nappies without commenting on my erection, and when she had me freshly powdered and diapered, she drew the damp pilchers up my legs and replaced my rumba panties. She produced a new white cotton babydoll nightie, and lowered it over my bowed head before lifting me into the crib for a nap. I took the bottle of warm milk without protest, and gazed up at her impassive face as she raised and locked the cot rail.

My Aunt Meg kept me in juvenile girls’ clothes with thick nappies and baby panties underneath for the rest of the summer. I had to sleep diapered in the crib every night, and all my meals were spoon-fed to me in the humiliating highchair. My drinks were all served in baby bottles, and if I dared murmur a protest, the pacifier nipple would be unceremoniously thrust between my lips and I would be ordered to suck on my dum-dums. Aunty Meg had Tammy babysit me some days, and made me play little-girl games with Tammy's daughters almost every day.

I became quite adept at skipping rope, playing jacks and hopscotch, all while holding down my flying dress and frothy petties. We played with our Barbies for hours, and I began to empathise with my constant role-playing as a little girl. Without my realising it, over the ensuing weeks my normal behaviour naturally became more and more like that Tammy’s little girls. The girls loved to role-play Mummies and babies, and we did this on many occasions. Because I was usually obviously diapered under my precious toddler frocks and frothy petties, I always had to play the baby. Some of the times when Julia tried to change my drooping wet nappies came too close for comfort! I had to hurriedly waddle off, bleating to Aunty Tammy to please change me first.

My Aunty even took Melody up on her offer and had me sleep overnight at her house. Melody borrowed my highchair and set it up in the kitchen beside Cindy’s highchair, and spoon-fed me at the same time as her giggling toddler. Then she made me sleep in Cindy‘s crib for the night, while her two-year-old was allowed to sleep in a big-girl’s bed! It was one incredible diapered summer! The End

If you enjoyed this fantasy tale, please let me know and I'll post some more stories. Hugs and kisses from Baby Jennie

[ChrisKnight]

I've seen this story several times over the past 11 years, first was on ByteMine back when it was a real BBS, second was probably in Usenet back when it was still cool.

and you're the original author?

[Baby Paul]

Never seen this story before, it is great & seemed so real, it certtainly made me excited. Please do more stories, wish i could write them, it certainly fires the imagination.

[the diaper mike]

more plz

[babyjennie]

Four months, and only 3 comments? (Thank you baby Paul and Diaper Mike) Don't you like my writing? As there are very few places for authors of AB fiction to get feedback, we need as much as possible to encourage us to keep posting our stories. No feedback - no more posting. Get it? Let me know what you think. Thanking you in advance, Baby Jennie

[the diaper mike]

It good

[liljade]

sorry have not read it yet.i loved it i i'd like to see some more

[LtBaby]

good one

[Valentine]

I've seen this story several times over the past 11 years, first was on ByteMine back when it was a real BBS, second was probably in Usenet back when it was still cool.

and you're the original author?

It's funny because I read it with slight differences, the nappies were diapers, it was set in the USA, the dump was an old mine, but pretty much everything else was the same. Odd isn't it.

When did you write this Jennie?

[babyjennie]

It's funny because I read it with slight differences, the nappies were diapers, it was set in the USA, the dump was an old mine, but pretty much everything else was the same. Odd isn't it.

When did you write this Jennie?

Dear Chris Knight and Valentine, unfortunately I cannot claim to be the original author. I originally downloaded a 16-page short story called 'Candie' from Bytemine (I think) about a dozen years ago or more. There was no author mentioned or listed, so I'm sorry there was no-one to whom I could even attribute the original. Every time I read the story on my computer, I compulsively edited it. First the misspellings, then the grammar, then I changed the characters' names to the names of my little girl cousins (to make it easier to remember which character was which, and who said what.) Then I added some detail - a few adjectives, a few adverbs - and rearranged parts that didn't read particularly well. Finally I started adding detail, fleshing out some of the characters and trying to provide a more reasonable progression for the main character's gradual acceptance of his feminisation and babyfication.

The story 'Baby Candy' at present is now 36 pages long, and still going strong! As I said, I am a compulsive editor - I just can't help correcting bad writing and poor grammar, and every time I re-read a story, I tweak it and add a bit more detail. The story has retained the basic elements of the original, but I think you'll agree that it reads quite differently. After reading some of the comments posted here, after months of searching I tracked down an original - unedited - version of the story, complete with misspellings and typos, and I've included it here for your perusal. Please have a read and let me know what you think of the alterations I made.

Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia

Candie Original - DO NOT EDIT!

When I was thirteen years old, my parents decided that I should not spend my summer vacation languishing at home in New York city, but instead I should stay with my mother's sister who lived in a rural town in the State of West Virginia: A much different environment indeed. However, I didn't like this idea one bit. I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in New York, but my parents thought that most of my friends were bad influences and that I would be much better off in the countryside. (Making things worse, several weeks before, I had been caught with some friends who were shooting a BB-gun and throwing rocks at our school's windows. Many windows were broken. Even though I was just watching, I still got in a lot of trouble.)

I had no further say in the West Virginia matter, and shortly after school ended, my mother packed me into the car and drove me to stay with my her sister, my Aunt Meg. I was apprehensive during the ten-hour trip. I really didn't remember anything about Aunt Meg or her daughters (my cousins) April who was fourteen and Bonnie who was sixteen. I thought I might be in for a long, boring summer. When we arrived, my mother told Aunt Meg that I had been misbehaving lately and informed her about the BB-gun incident. My mother stated that I really hadn't been disciplined enough. I felt she was exaggerating. Except for this one incident, I was never involved in any kind of trouble. Furthermore, I was very meek, timid, and I cried easily. I was quite afraid of authority figures, and I did as I was told. I behaved far better than most other boys my age. Nevertheless, my mother asked Aunt Meg to discipline me as she saw fit, and Aunt Meg was most pleased to do this.

Aunt Meg looked down at me and ran her fingers through my rather unkempt, shoulder-length blond hair. She frowned and asked when was the last time I had had a haircut. She said that in her town boys sported neat crewcuts. I begged my mother and Aunt Meg not to make me get a haircut as long hair was the style among my New York peers and I who were budding fans of hard rock music. My mother conceded that I could leave my hair long on one condition: If I promised to behave and do everything Aunt Meg told me to. Of course I said I would.

The next day my mother left for New York leaving me behind in West Virginia. Shortly after my mother departed, Aunt Meg made mention of the punk-rock tee-shirt I was wearing. She told me to take it off as it didn't look nice for a little boy to wear such things. I reminded her that I was thirteen years old (most people treated me as if I were far younger because I was very tiny for my age, had a baby-face, and a high-pitched, little-girlvoice that I couldn't help. I was by far the smallest in my class at school and the other kids nicknamed me "Peanut"). I told Aunt Meg that all my friends in New York wore such shirts

but she responded that we weren't in crazy New York and that I had needed to learn some manners. She pulled the shirt off me and took it away. Then she led me into the bathroom saying that if I was going to wear my hair long like a girl it at least had to be clean and brushed. I told her I had washed it yesterday

but she said that I must wash it every day.

She bent me over the sink and proceeded to soak my head. Then she shampooed my hair with her shampoo. She rinsed and dried my hair. She sat me down and brushed it out. Finally, she combed it with a part in the middle. I told her I didn't like it that way, but she said it was too long and that's how I had to wear it, just like I was a girl. She said I was to do it the same way every morning. With my hair parted neatly in the middle, I saw in the mirror that I did look like a girl. When April saw me she giggled and said that now I really looked like a girl.

Aunt Meg was quite attractive, and had a great figure. She often wore tight jeans or short skirts, and I thought she looked very sexy. Over the next several days I came to realize that she was very strict and very concerned with cleanliness and manners. I had been interested in women's clothing as far back as I

could remember, and when I was about eleven I started dressing in my mother's panties, slips, nightgowns, etc. whenever I got the chance. They were much too large on me of course, but I didn't care.

Aunt Meg had a washer and dryer in the basement, but she would dry her lingerie and her daughters' on a clothesline behind the house. I was so fascinated by the assortment of panties, bras, slips, etc. drying out on the line that I couldn't prevent myself from staring at them intensely. Aunt Meg happened to catch me touching some of the lingerie hanging out on the line. She asked me what I was doing. When I didn't answer, she surprised me by saying that if she caught me doing that again she would make me wear everything hanging up! I was so embarrassed I started blushing. Aunt Meg saw my reaction and she laughed hysterically. She teased me further by saying that she would dress me in ladies' underwear and parade me all around town. At dinner that night she told her daughters what had happened. They laughed their heads off and said I was a naughty little boy. I felt so embarrassed. During the next few days I couldn't get this incident out of my mind. I was finding it to be a very, very big turn-on.

There were some boys who lived nearby who played ball in the road and in the field. I wanted to join them, but they didn't like me right from the start. They said that I couldn't play with them because I looked like a "hippie" and a "sissy." A few of them thought that I was a girl acting like a tomboy. They wanted to bet me and their friends that I was really a girl! I kept insisting that I was a boy, but everyone was becoming convinced that I was a tomboy. When I refused their requests to take down my pants and prove I really was a boy, they all started chanting, "She's a sissy girl, sissy girl," over and over, and I left.

At dinner, I told my aunt what had happened, adding that the boys in her town were stupid and that I wanted to go back to New York. To my chagrin, my aunt acted as if it were all my fault. She said that the boys wouldn't let me play with them because I was a delinquent, had no manners, didn't know how play

with others, etc. I became upset and said that that wasn't true, and that it was completely the other boys' faults. Then my aunt really floored me when she said, "Then maybe I should put you in a dress and make you play with the girls." I was so surprised by this remark I started blushing and put my head down. Aunt Meg and my cousins started laughing hysterically. My aunt saw how embarrassed I was by this and was delighted. She added that she was going to take me to the girls' department at Sears and buy me a very pretty outfit. I started sweating and everyone laughed and laughed.

Later that night, I kept thinking about my Aunt's remarks to the point that I could hardly fall asleep. The next day however, my aunt made no further mention of making me wear a dress or taking me to Sears, and I was both relieved and disappointed. The day went quietly until dinner time when I accidentally spilled grape juice on my clothes. My Aunt got so angry that she made me immediately strip to my briefs in front of my giggling cousins, and she frantically tried to wash out the stain. She yelled at me, saying that if my clothes were ruined she was going to put me in a dress and spank my bottom. I was so mortified I didn't know what to say. However, in a way, I wished that the stain wouldn't come out and she would make good on her threat. Then cousin Bonnie laughingly warned me about the time a few years ago when Aunt Meg punished another cousin who had ruined his good clothes by playing ball in them.

She said that Aunt Meg dressed him as a girl and made him stand on the porch all day while everyone made fun of him, and that I was next. I found this idea both scary and exciting. However, a short time later, Aunt Meg announced that she got the stain out and that my clothes weren't ruined after all. I actually felt a big let-down. Lying awake in bed that night, I got the idea that perhaps I could really get my aunt to dress me as a girl by appealing to her hatred of ruined clothes and dirtiness. I thought that if I went out the next day and really messed-up my clothes in a major way, she would certainly make good on her threats to dress me as a girl.

The next morning, I set out on my bike and rode to the outskirts of an abandoned coal mine I had discovered the day before. I had grown used to not having any friends and would often just ride around alone on my bike exploring. I had mentioned my discovery to my aunt at the time, but she forbid me to go back saying that it was dangerous and filthy there. I had specifically selected my white jeans and a white shirt to wear that day, for maximum effect. (Furthermore, as I left the house, my aunt even warned me to be careful of my clothes.) I began operation "dirty clothes" as I dubbed it by climbing all over some old, rusty machinery and an abandoned car that was there. I figured I might as well have fun while I was at it. Next, I rubbed pieces of earth and old coal all over my clothes, face and long blond hair. Just to be certain I was messy enough, I rolled around on the ground in some dirt and mud. I thought the area was deserted, but I was startled to see an old man walking towards me. He said, "What the heck are you doing there, little girl?" I said quietly, "Just playing." He said I had gotten filthy and that I'd better go home right away, and that my mommy was going to give me a good "whipping."

I jumped on my bike and peddled home. As I got nearer the house, some of the boys were out. As I rode by they teased me, yelling things like, "Look at the dirty tomboy," and that I was in "Big trouble" for messing my clothes, etc. However, as I got to the house, I had second thoughts. I realized that I might have overdone it, that my Aunt would be furious, etc. I got cold feet and decided to call the whole thing off. I figured I could climb through the basement window, sneak quietly upstairs to my room, hide my clothes, and take a shower. So I lowered myself through the window, listened for my aunt and cousins, heard nothing, and began tip-toeing up the basement stairs. All of a sudden the door flew open, the light

came on, and Aunt Meg appeared at the top of the steps! I froze.

Aunt Meg took one look at me and screamed bloody murder! Bonnie and April came running down. My aunt was livid! She scolded me severely and demanded to know how I had gotten in that condition.

I whimpered that I was just playing outside. She was furious and grabbed me by the hair. She asked me where I had been, and I stammered that I was at the old coal mine. She hollered that I had been forbidden to go there, and that I was really going to be severely punished for this. I put my head down and started to go up the stairs but she pulled me back saying, "Where do you think you're going?"

I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, may I go upstairs now and clean up?" She said "No! Do you want to track dirt all over the house and make a complete mess of everything?" She then told me to take all my clothes off, that she would put them in the washing machine right there in the basement. I hesitated, and Aunt Meg began forcefully pulling my clothes off while Bonnie and April laughed and laughed. She quickly stripped me naked and threw my clothing in the washer. She then hurried me upstairs still naked and drew a bath for me, scolding me the all the while. Bonnie and April followed right behind, laughing the whole time. I was so embarrassed as I held my hand tightly over my tiny penis.

Aunt Meg put me in the tub and began washing me very hard with soapy washcloth all over my body. I complained that it hurt, but she kept scrubbing me clean. She shampooed my hair three times. She said that I was going to get a good spanking and punishment that I wouldn't soon forget. She lifted

me out of the tub and dried me off. Then she told April to bring in some of her clothes for me. I couldn't believe it! While we waited, Aunt Meg brushed my long hair. April returned with panties, a slip, and a dress! I started trembling. Laughing hysterically, Aunt Meg and my cousins began dressing me in the

clothes. However, even though April was only one year older than me, her clothes were grossly too large, and did not fit me whatsoever.

My Aunt seemed deeply disappointed but said that I wasn't getting out of it that easy. They thought for a few moments and then Aunt Meg remembered some clothes that another relative had given her for April a while back that were much too small. She had them in a box in the basement. I was then lead naked and blushing to the basement. Aunt Meg opened the box and there were a few pairs of girls' designer-style jeans, some blouses, skippy sneakers, and a few packs of girls' underwear in small sizes. Aunt Meg said that these clothes just might fit me.

She opened the packages of underwear and held out a pair of silky white panties with red polka-dots and lace trim around the waist and leg openings, along with a matching training bra. I was shaking all over as my Aunt ordered me to step into the panties. She then pulled them up in place. They all laughed hysterically. They were quite wearable. I was extremely mortified, but I noticed a silky, exciting feel. I was speechless as my aunt said that my boobies needed to grow more while she put the training bra through my arms and clasped it in back. April remarked that my face was beet red. I was so mortified, I had tears in my eyes. (However, a part of me loved the humiliation and control they had over me.) Next came a small pair of girl's designer-style jeans. They fit me well, and gave me a very feminine figure, including a very rounded little butt and girlish legs. April further embarrassed me by mentioning that she could see my panty-lines through the jeans.

Next came a soft white cotton blouse with a flowery print. It was of very thin fabric and my training bra could be seen prominently underneath, which was pointed out by April as well. I was so mortified! There were no socks but my aunt had me wear the skippy sneakers without any. The three women continued to tease and taunt me. Aunt Meg asked my cousins to paint my fingernails, which they were more than happy to do. They sat me down an painted them bright pink. They had me remove my sneakers and did the same to my toenails. Then they applied pink lipstick to my lips.

Then Aunt Meg combed my long hair in a very feminine style and put some barrettes in. They all said what a beautiful little girl I was. They stood me in front of a mirror so I could see too. I was shocked to see that I really did look like a very pretty, pre-teenage girl! I was so incredibly mortified, I couldn't even speak! I just stood their in shock. Aunt Meg said that since I looked "so sweet", from now on my new name would be, "Candie", and I was a to behave like a very good girl, or else! A second later, she looked at me sternly and asked, "What's your name again little girl"? I whimpered, "Candie." She responded, "Candie what"? (I had forgotten that she had previously trained me to answer ma'am and sir.) I said, "Candie, ma'am. To which she said, "That's a good girl."

After a few moments Aunt Meg announced that it was a beautiful day. Then she told me to go out and play. (She really wanted to further embarrass me by making me go outside to be seen.) I pleaded and stuttered that I didn't want to go out like that, but she insisted I go outside and play or else she would,

"Whip my bottom." Most reluctantly, I agreed to go outside. I surely didn't want any of the neighborhood kids to see me dressed as I was, so I asked if I could ride my bike, planning to go away from the house. My Aunt said yes, but that I must stay close by and that I had to use April's old bike from now on, not my Stingray that I had brought down with me from home. She asked April to get her old bike out of the garage. It was a little girls' bicycle, with a flowery basket on the front and streamers on the handles. I protested, but Aunt Meg said it was very appropriate for me, and that it was going to be my bike from now on

. Reluctantly, I took it out to the roadside. As I pondered my predicament, I saw a group of boys approaching from a distance. I definitely didn't want to see them, so I began peddling the bike in the opposite direction. I rode quickly for about ten minutes and slowed down as I realized I was entering

town. Unfortunately, the bike's chain slipped off the gears. As I tried to put it back on, I really noticed how striking my pink fingernails looked. I was so nervous not to dirty myself or my clothes that I couldn't get the chain back on. While fumbling with the chain, I was startled by a voice from behind me. Two

cute but tough-acting girls about eleven or twelve-years-old were standing there and one asked what was wrong. I didn't answer, and she said that my chain was off. The other one asked, "What's your name, kid?" I didn't answer again, so she repeated the question louder.

I whispered, "Candie." They said their names were Sally and Beth. They asked me a lot of questions like where I was from and how old I was, etc. I said I was from New York and that I was thirteen. They said that New York was very far and that I looked awful small for thirteen, and was I sure I wasn't lying? I told them I wasn't lying. Sally asked me why I was riding a little baby bicycle. I told them I had no choice,

that my aunt made me ride it. After a few more questions they said that I was "cool" and asked if I wanted to be their friend and join their club. I didn't answer right away and they said that if I joined their club they would help me fix my chain. I said I would join. They said good, but first I had to smoke a cigarette for my initiation. I told them that I had never smoked before. Beth said that all the big kids smoke and asked if "I wasn't chicken, was I?" I said no, of course not. (I really wanted my chain fixed also, so I agreed to go behind the nearby diner and smoke a cigarette with them.)

When we got behind the diner, Beth took a pack of crushed cigarettes out of her pocket and very unskillfully tried to light one. In the meantime, Sally asked me how long I had been wearing a bra. Her question took me by surprise and I didn't know what to say so I replied a month. She bragged that her mother just bought her a bunch of real ladies' bras because she needed them so badly. Beth got the cigarette lit and handed it to me. I took a couple of puffs and that seemed to make them happy.

Suddenly, an older woman in a waitress uniform came rushing around from the other side of the diner. Sally and Beth looked scared and screamed, "Run!" I dropped the cigarette and the woman started yelling for us to stop but we all scattered in different directions. I ran over to my bike expecting to make a get-away. However, I had forgotten that the chain was off.

The next thing I knew was that another, much younger waitress from the diner had me by the arm and wouldn't let go. She pulled me off my bike and held me as the older waitress, still yelling, came up to us. She asked me what we were doing behind the diner and if we were smoking cigarettes. I was so scared that I couldn't even answer her. She kept berating me and a crowd began to gather. Some people searched behind the diner and a boy found a lit cigarette. He brought it over and the waitress asked if I

had been smoking it. I whimpered, "No," but she asked, "Then how come it has pink lipstick on it, just like you're wearing?" She demanded to know where I was from and who my mother was. She said that she knew who the other two girls were and that they were bad. She said she was going to call their mothers. I was so frightened, but I didn't want her to tell my aunt what had happened, so I didn't say anything.

She said that I was in very big trouble and I had better answer her. A big crowd had now formed as this was apparently quite a serious incident for the small town. She then said that if I didn't speak up immediately that she was, "Going to pull down those fancy blue-jeans that I was wearing and spank me very hard while everyone watched." With that, the young waitress who was holding me twisted my arm

painfully behind my back. The crowd cheered and laughed as the older woman began undoing my pants. I was on the verge of tears and told the women that I would cooperate. To the crowd's dismay, the women brought me into the diner and sat me down.

With tears in my eyes, I told them that yes, I had been smoking the cigarette behind the diner, that my name was Candie, that I was from New York and was staying with my Aunt Meg. The older woman scolded me and got Aunt Meg on the phone. A short while later Aunt Meg pulled up in the car. The older waitress told her what had happened and that I was a very bad little girl. Aunt Meg agreed and said that I was already being punished for other things, and that this was the last straw. She ordered me to apologize to the waitresses, but I couldn't think of what to say. To the waitress's delight, Aunt Meg reached down and swatted me several times very hard on my butt, and told me to say I was sorry. I was very startled and said I was sorry with tears in my eyes.

Aunt Meg announced that she would, "Settle this further when we get home." She then thanked everyone and pulled me out to the car. She put my bike in the trunk and drove us to the house,

scolding me the whole way. When we got home Aunt Meg was still very angry and said that turning me into a girl apparently wasn't enough to discourage my bad behavior. She said that now she was going to turn me into a much younger girl so that I would stay out of trouble. I had some bicycle grease on my hands and had been crying, so first she gave me another bath. Then she dried me and wrapped me in a big

towel. She made a phone call, put me back in the car wearing just the towel, and drove us a couple of miles to her friend Tammie's house.

When we arrived, she told her friend Tammie, an attractive, very tall lady, that I was her very bad boy nephew who needed to be turned into a very well behaved, little girl niece. She asked Tammie if she could borrow some of her little girls' clothes for this purpose. Tammie was more than happy to oblige. She laughed as she led us to up to her daughters' rooms. She had three girls: Karen, Susie and Chrissie. They were, eight, seven, and six-years-old, respectively. Tammie chuckled that, "I was very pretty for a boy." She also said that, "I was hardly any bigger than her daughters, and that their clothes should fit me very well."

Despite all my begging and pleading, the women proceeded to show me numerous little-girl outfits. They held up various short dresses, skirts, blouses, etc. to me. Mockingly, Aunt Meg asked, "With all these lovely clothes to choose from, what does little Candie want to wear today"? I was unable to speak and the women continued to taunt me. I begged them to stop, but they just laughed. Finally Aunt Meg said, "Since baby Candie can't make up her mind we'll just have to choose for her." With that she pulled away my towel leaving me naked. As I quickly covered my tiny penis with my hand, the women laughed and laughed. As I stood there helplessly, Aunt Meg pulled a pair of pink frilly, silky little-girl panties up my legs. I felt hot and was blushing all over. They fit me perfectly!

My Aunt was very happy and exclaimed, "Oh Candie, what a pretty little bottom you have!" I felt so mortified, my eyes began to tear. They laughed and said not to be a "cry baby." The woman sat me on the bed and put lacy socks and rather tight Mary-Jane shoes on my feet. Then they started braiding my long blonde hair into two ponytails on each side of my head. I begged them to stop, but they wouldn't listen. When they finished, they tied a bow of ribbon on each ponytail. All my nerves were finally getting to me and I started sobbing heavily. Tammie held out a light, silky petticoat (a full slip with tiers of ruffles) for me to put my arms through, but I kept crying and didn't respond. With that my aunt said mockingly and in baby-talk, "Doesn't little Candie want to stop crying and finish getting dressed? I didn't answer, and she

responded, "Okay, little baby, It's very warm out, so if you don't stop CRYING THIS INSTANT I'll take you home in JUST YOUR SHOES AND YOUR PANTIES for everyone to see. Do you want that,

sweetheart?" I tried to nod my head no, but I just couldn't stop crying. My Aunt became even angrier and added, "And on the way home we'll go into town and then stop over at the playground. Would you like that, honey?" I sniffled and sobbed, but I just couldn't speak

. My Aunt probably thought I was being uncooperative, and she continued, "And when we get to the

playground, I'll gather a crowd together, announce what a bad little boy you've been, pull down your panties, put you over my knee, and spank you so hard you won't sit for a week, IS THAT CLEAR?" With that she started pulling me towards the door and saying goodbye to Tammie. Tammie, who was laughing hysterically, looked at me and waved, "Bye, Bye, baby Candie. Have fun at the playground!" I couldn't believe what was happening! Aunt Meg was serious about this, so I knew I had to stop crying. This

would be far more humiliation than I could handle! I was able to muster up all my strength and stop crying. My Aunt asked me if I wanted to finish getting dressed and I whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

To which she said, "Now that's a good little girl."

My humiliation continued as the women resumed from where they left off. The smooth full slip was dropped over my head and through my arms. To top everything else off came a little-girl style dress with a big bow in the back, puffy sleeves, and lots of lace trim. The women ooohed and aaahed as they straighten the dress out on me. It fit very well, and it was quite short. The woman lead me over to a floor length mirror and I was STUNNED TO SEE HOW I LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE A VERY PRETTY SEVEN OR EIGHT-YEAR-OLD GIRL! I was trembling all over. The woman were extremely happy with the results, and said the I looked, "Adorable." I was told to behave like a good little girl. Before I could even catch my breath, the women led me out to the kitchen.

The silky panties, petticoat, dress, etc., felt incredibly smooth and feminine. They made a very noticeable swishing sound as I walked or moved in them. I felt both very scared but also extremely aroused. Tammie said that since I was such a good girl I could have milk and cookies if my aunt said it was okay. I wasn't at all hungry and said, "No thank you, ma'am." Then she asked if I wanted to go out back and play with her daughters. I said, no thank you, again. Aunt Meg said I had to do one or the other. I was afraid to go outside so I choose the milk & cookies. Their coffee was heating so we went into the living room.

I sat down on the couch as I usually did when wearing pants. The women started laughing hysterically as I unwittingly sat with my legs spread open. Aunt Meg said, "Candie, dear, unless you want your panties to be all exposed, you have to sit with your legs crossed when wearing a dress." I immediately closed my legs and the women laughed and said that I was blushing again. They then taught me how to sit properly while wearing a dress

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I couldn't eat many cookies and when I finished Aunt Meg said I had to go out back and play with the girls. I was feeling extremely self-conscious as one could imagine and didn't want to be seen by any more people, including young children. But Tammie took me by the arm and said she would introduce me. Aunt Meg came along as well. The girls were playing jump rope on the patio. As I looked straight down at the ground, Tammie introduced me as, "Candie from New York" and asked her daughters to make me feel at home as I was very shy. She told Susie that I had to borrow one of her dresses, and Susie said I looked very pretty in it.

The three asked me to join them in skipping rope, but I whispered that I didn't know how. Aunt Meg asked them to teach me, and they were happy to. Then Aunt Meg said that she and Tammie were going in, and she warned me that I had better play nice and be a good little girl, or else. She added that she was going to come out later and see me jump, so that I had better let the girls teach me. After the girls asked me a few questions about where I was from, etc., it was time to jump rope. I whispered that I wanted to be a turner, and they said okay but I had to jump later. I got the turning down all right after a few minutes, but when it was my turn to jump that was something else. At first I actually made a few jumps, but I didn't hold my dress down and it came up high, with all the girls laughing at me. They told I had to hold my dress down. However, I became so concerned with holding down my dress, I couldn't even make one good jump. After a while, I was able to hold my dress and make a few jumps. I saw Aunt Meg and Tammie watching me through the window and laughing.

Chrissie asked me if I could sleep over at their house that night and go to her seventh birthday party the next day. I told her no thank you. The three girls were all disappointed, and Chrissie asked me, "Why not?" I made the excuse that my aunt wouldn't let me. However, Chrissie went in and asked my aunt

herself. To my dismay, a few moments later, Aunt Meg and Tammie came out and said it would be a wonderful idea for me to sleep over with the girls and attend the birthday party! I objected, but had no further say in the matter. Aunt Meg stayed with us for dinner that night, and she ordered me to help set the table and clean the dishes like a good girl, something I had never done. After dinner, Aunt Meg told me

to obey whatever Tammie said and to play nicely with the other girls, or else. Despite my pleading, Aunt Meg left, saying that she would see me the next day.

Tammie was very pleased that I was staying. Like Aunt Meg, she was also really enjoying my predicament and the control she had over me. Tammie had me play with the girls and their Barbie dolls for

quite some time in the living room. I truly felt like a six or seven-year-old girl. Then Tammie announced it was bedtime. I said that it was only eight o'clock, but Tammie said, "Don't give me a hard time, little lady." Karen, Susie, and Chrissie each wanted me to sleep with them, but Tammie said there was no room. However, she said there was an old crib in her bedroom that I would use, and the girls laughed. Tammie wasn't joking however, and she lead us into her bedroom and showed me the crib. She checked to make sure it was long enough to accommodate me, and to my chagrin, it was. Then she really surprised me when she asked me if I was a bedwetter.

I exclaimed, "No, ma'am!", and the girls giggled. Tammie said that if I was I had better tell her now and not let her find out the hard way. I again assured her I wasn't, and she said okay. Tammie then sent her daughters to pick one of their nighties for me to wear. They returned with a girlish, satiny nightie and Tammie asked me if I needed help getting undressed. I said no and she told me to change, wash and brush my teeth and she would come back and tuck me in. She and the girls then left. Tammie returned a short while later and asked if I had done everything. I said yes and again complained about having to sleep in a crib. She said that I would get used to it. With that she lifted me into the crib, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and raised the safety bars into place.

As I lay there in the dark I felt a very erotic feeling come over myself. The silky, ruffly little-girl panties and nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated as girl all day. I began playing with myself and a most intense sensation came over me. I think I had an orgasm for the first time, and in the excitement I urinated a bit afterwards. My panties and nightie were quite wet, and I was

scared, so I pulled the baby blanket over me and tried to go to sleep, thinking I would dry during the night. I few minutes later however, Tammie came in and put the light on. She came over to me, and I saw she was holding another pair of little-girl panties. She said that she hoped I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but that she had forgotten to give me a fresh change of panties. She then lowered the bars on my crib. I was quite nervous and told her that I didn't need them. She said that all the girls in her house always put on fresh panties when they go to sleep, and I would be no different. She then pulled back the blanket and started to pull my nightie up. She noticed it was wet and became angry. She lifted my nightie all the way up and angrily pulled off my wet panties. She scolded me harshly for having wet myself. My eyes started tearing and she said that she had went through all this before and that she new exactly how to handle a

bedwetter. First, though, she was going to call my aunt an tell her what I had done. I begged her not to but she walked out. She returned a few minutes later and said that my Aunt was very angry with me and agreed that I should be PUT BACK INTO DIAPERS IMMEDIATELY.

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I begged her not to do that but she said that she had had this same problem not too long ago with Chrissie who used to wet the bed for spite, and that I would need the same treatment. She then went into the bathroom and came back with baby oil, baby powder, lotion, etc. Then she went into the closet and took out a stack of diapers and waterproof panties. I pleaded with her not to make me wear diapers, but she said that she had only left me for twenty minutes and I had already wet myself, so how could I last the whole night? I started crying again, but she paid no attention. Without saying anything further, she began rubbing baby oil and lotion all over my pelvis with a soft cloth. Then she turned me over and while she was doing my bottom, Karen, Chrissie and Susie, who heard all the commotion, opened the door. Tammie said, "Hey, we're busy in here. Didn't I teach you girls to knock"? They girls asked what was going on, and Tammie replied, "Baby Candie had an accident and I'm getting her all cleaned up. I'll let you know when I'm done. The girls started giggling and were trying to peek in. As I continued crying, Tammie warned them to leave or they would get a spanking. They left and Tammie sprinkled baby powder on me.

She then diapered me with several layers, lifting my legs into the air while putting the diapers under my butt, and then pinning them securely in place. Next she pulled the waterproof baby panties up my legs while whispering to herself that they would keep me from leaking all over. The panties were pink satin

rhumba style, with rows of white lace on the seat, leg openings and waist, with an inner lining of waterproof vinyl or rubber. When she was finished, I noticed that the diapers and baby panties were extremely soft and smooth. They were also very bulky, however, and did make me look like a baby wearing them.

Then Tammie put a clean nightie on me, laid me in my crib. She said that I must be thirsty from all my crying and that she would be right back. She returned a few minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm milk! She ordered me to start drinking it and said she wanted it all finished before I went back to sleep.

She then left. To my dismay, she returned a few minutes later with her three daughters. She told them that, "Baby Candie had to be put back into diapers and has to drink from a bottle because she wet all over herself tonight." The girls laughed and Karen asked if I was really wearing diapers. Tammie said, "She

sure is", and she stood me up in my crib. As the girls gathered around, Tammie pulled up my nightie exposing my bulky waterproof baby panties, and the girls laughed. Then she pulled down my waterproof panties showing the girls my diapers underneath.

The girls laughed and chanted, "Baby Candie's wearing diapers, Baby Candies's wearing diapers," over and over. Tammie then warned the girls that, "This is what happens to bedwetters." She then pulled my waterproof panties back up and tucked me back in the crib. I hadn't finished my bottle so she stuck it in my mouth and held it, telling me to finish. Tammie then warned me that I had better not try to take off my diapers or get out of my crib during the night because if I did, she would, "Spank the daylights out of me." She and the girls laughed as they left the room. As I laid their shocked, I faintly heard Tammie watching television in the living room. Exhausted from my ordeal, I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke some time later with a strong feeling of having to pee. I didn't know what to do as I had been forbidden to take off my diapers. However, after a while, the feeling was becoming overwhelming. I just laid there nervously and the next thing I knew was my diapers were being filled with warm urine. I was

scared but at the same time wetting my diapers felt relieving and very exciting. I had lain there peacefully for a while and then Tammie quietly entered the room. I was scared and pretended to be asleep. Tammie began changing into her nightgown. I happened to catch glimpses of her shapely butt and large breasts while squinting over trying to see what she was doing. I quickly shut my eye as she walked over to me in her nightgown. She gently pulled back my blanket, lifted my nightie, and stuck her finger up one of the leg openings of my waterproof panties. She said softly, "Baby Candie needs to be changed."

Tammie lowered the safety bars and I pretended to wake up. She was giggling and acting very playful as she pulled off my waterproof panties and unpinned my wet diapers. As she carried them away she whispered that I was a, "Really big wetter." She returned shortly and began wiping me down with baby lotion, oil, powder, etc., She then put me in fresh diapers and waterproof panties, all the while quietly singing, "Rock-a-bye, My Baby". It was quite pleasurable, actually. She tucked me in and said I

should fall right asleep because we were going to have a big day tomorrow.

As I awoke in the morning, Tammie was looming over me checking my diapers. I was still dry and she was pleased. I was given a bath and dried off. As Tammie was about to start dressing me I saw her readying a diaper. As she called me over, I begged her not to diaper me again, reminding her that I was really thirteen years old. She asked me, "In that case how come I still wet the bed like a two-year-old"? I pleaded that I would control myself from now on. She said that she just wasn't in the mood to take any chances with me today, stating that she was going to have a whole house full of screaming kids and would not have time to deal with me having an accident in my panties or anything, so I was just going to have to stay in diapers all day long, whether I liked it or not.

To my dismay, she diapered me as before, put a very short frilly petticoat on me, pink ribbons in my ponytails, lacy socks and Mary Jane shoes, and a very short, silky, lacy, ruffly, pink little-girl party dress on me that barely covered my waterproof panties. She pulled me to a mirror to show me how I looked just

like, "A sweet, adorable little girl", as she put it, and she was absolutely right! After seeing myself, once again I could not believe I really was a thirteen-year old boy. We went downstairs for breakfast, and Tammie the girls repeatedly complimented me on how pretty I looked. To further humiliate me, Tammie announced that I was being kept in diapers today, and the girls laughed.

She then told her daughters to keep and eye on me. To Tammie's delight, Karen patted me on the head and said that she would be my mommy and I would be her baby. I was so mortified! I was made to help decorate the house for the party. At about 11:00 a.m., Aunt Meg came over with my two cousins, April

and Bonnie. My cousins were both amazed at my transformation into a baby girl! (I looked so much the part that everyone was treating me exactly as if a were a baby girl.) Aunt Meg was very angry with me. She started screaming, saying that she heard that I had given Tammie a very bad time and that I even had to be put back into diapers because I was wetting myself. She then asked me if had apologized to Tammie.

I had been trying to hide the tears in my eyes by staring down at the floor, and I nodded my head no. She asked me why not, but I couldn't answer. I just stood there with my head down, and Aunt Meg demanded to know what was wrong with me. She then asked me if I needed a changing, and I nodded my head no again. Finally, she asked then what was the matter with me, and I still couldn't answer. Aunt Meg must have thought I was just being difficult and she lost her temper and yelled, "I've had it with you, little girl." She pulled me over to the couch and laid me down across her knees. She then lifted up my short dress, revealing my frilly, satiny-covered pink waterproof baby panties.

Then she proceeded to spank my pantied, diapered bottom very hard while everyone watched and giggled. I started weeping heavily from the humiliation, but she kept spanking and scolding me. I also couldn't hold back my pee any longer and began wetting my diapers just as she was finishing spanking me. I was so mortified, but the sensation was incredible! When she finally finished spanking me, she stuck one of her fingers up a leg opening in my panties and announced that I was soaking wet. She scolded me for lying when I said I didn't need a changing, stating that babies like me can get severe diaper rash if they're not changed promptly.

Tammie volunteered to change me, but Aunt Meg said that I had caused Tammie enough trouble and that she would do it. Tammie said she would help, and the women dragged me into the bedroom to change me while all the girls waited in the living room and laughed. As the women laid me on a table and changed my diapers, Aunt Meg warned me in a baby-talk tone of voice that, "I had better behave perfectly at Chrissie's birthday party, or else." When they finished, they lowered me from the table and left the room.

I was feeling very humiliated and didn't come out, and I heard Aunt Meg tell the girls to go play with me. My two cousins, April and Bonnie, and Tammie's daughters, Chrissie, Susie and Karen, entered the room. They were all laughing and calling me "Baby Candie," and saying that they wanted to play with me. My cousins saw the crib and asked me if that's where I slept. I didn't answer and Tammie's daughters said, "Yes." Bonnie saw the empty baby bottle in the crib. Giggling, she picked it up and asked if it was mine. The girls responded for me, again saying yes. April said, "Let's give baby Candie her bottle right now."

Bonnie said she'd ask Aunt Meg if it was okay. To my chagrin, Aunt Meg said it was a great idea and had Bonnie fill it with milk. Bonnie returned, sat on the edge of Tammie's bed, and put me on her lap. She said that her mother said I had to drink the whole bottle. All the girls watched and laughed as Bonnie stuck the nipple in my mouth and ordered me to drink it all down. She rocked me back and forth as I drank. I was so ashamed. When I finally finished, Bonnie tried to burp me. Then April announced that now they had, "Better check the baby's diapers." They all started laughing hysterically.

I was blushing all over. I exclaimed, "No", and made a dash for the door. The girls grabbed me, pulled me back in, and closed the door behind us. Bonnie carried me back to the bed and threw me down. While April and the other girls held my arms and legs, Bonnie tickled me until I was in tears. She then

pulled up my short dress and yanked down my waterproof panties. She felt my diapers all over with her hands and announced that I was dry. She then pulled my panties back in place and the girls let me up from the bed. I was so humiliated. They girls were all laughing their heads off.

The first guests started arriving for the party at about noon time. Bonnie and April asked if they could be excused as they were far too big for the party. Aunt Meg said yes, that she and Tammie probably wouldn't need any help. I asked if I could be excused too, but Aunt Meg said, "Certainly not!. Especially

after Tammie went to all this trouble for you? Snickering, she continued, "And you look so adorable in that dress, sweetheart. Don't you want everyone to see how pretty you are? This is good training for you, and you had better be on your best behavior, because if you're not, you haven't seen anything yet!"

As I was staring down at the floor and Aunt Meg told me to look up. She put a little toy hat on my head and pulled the elastic string under my chin, saying to keep this on like a good girl. The guests were mainly six, seven, and eight-year-old boys and girls, with some parents and infants as well. I stood at the

far end of the room, nervously tugging down on my short party dress as it was almost exposing my waterproof panties and diapers underneath. A very attractive young mother came over and in a very sweet voice asked who I was and why I was all alone. I whispered that I was Candie and that Aunt Meg was my Aunt. She said I was so pretty that I shouldn't be so shy. She lead me by the hand to some other children and introduced me to them, telling them I was a very nice little girl.

Then Tammie organized a game of pin the tail on the donkey. I managed to sit the game out, but Aunt Meg noticed this and was annoyed with me. Next, it was time to have a spelling bee. Tammie announced

all boys line up on one side of the room and all girls line up on the other. Aunt Meg tapped me on the shoulder and told me I had better play with the other children this time. I wasn't thinking, and I lined up with the boys. A young boy pushed me very hard and yelled, "Get on the other side, dumb girlie." I almost fell down. Blushing, tugging down on my dress, I scooted over to the other side. I saw Aunt Meg laughing at me. Tammie started the game.

When reaching the front of their line, a boy or girl would be asked to spell a word. If missed, the other side would have to spell it correctly. I was developing an overwhelming urge to pee, and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to drop out by misspelling a word, and go some where and wet my diapers for relief. But the words were just too easy for me and for some reason I just couldn't seem to make a mistake. Aunt Meg and Tammie noticed me squirming, and they just smiled. After a while, all the boys were knocked out, and I was left with several girls. I was squirming all over and really couldn't hold in my pee any longer. Then, while spelling the winning word with everyone watching, I soaked my diapers with warm urine. The feeling was incredible! There was a lot of applause, and for my prize, Tammie had me reach into the girls grab bag of toys and I pulled out a little doll. All the girls looked at it.

Then Aunt Meg signaled me to come over. She hugged me and said that I was a very good little girl, and that she was proud of me. She sat me up on her lap and whispered in my ear if I needed a changing. I felt ashamed and stuttered, "No" and put my head down. She could tell I was lying. In a baby-talk tone she said, "Okay, but if I find out you're not telling me the truth I'm going to have to do something you won't like, Sweetheart." Pointing to a long table she continued in the same baby-talk, "If you're lying I'll have to change your wet diapers right over there on that long table where all the children can see. Would you like me to do that, Candie?" I nodded my head no. She began putting her hand under my dress and said, "So I'll ask you one more time. Do you or don't you need a changing?" I knew she'd find out so I nodded my head yes. Aunt Meg said, "That's a good little girl." She then waved over to Tammie that she was taking me into the bedroom. Tammie smiled and nodded her head. Aunt Meg then led me by the arm to the bedroom.

While Aunt Meg was changing me Tammie came in and said I was a good little girl. The women fondled me and spoke to me using baby talk. I felt a really nice feeling come over me. When they were finished, they led me back out to the party. The rest of the party went without much incident until near

the end. I felt the need to pee once again as I had been drinking soda pop all afternoon. I quietly went out to the patio so I could pee in peace. Soon I felt the warm urine in my diapers and I was really starting to like that. It made me feel just like a was an infant again. After I had been out there a short while

some boys and girls came out and said that they just heard I was a "Diaper baby", and was it true? (One of Tammie's daughters must have told them.)

I said no, but they weren't convinced. A girl said, "You think you're so neat for winning the spelling bee, but you're really just a big baby who still has to wear diapers." Another girl giggled and said, "Let's pull up her dress." The children began to surround me and I yelled for them to leave me alone. A girl had walked behind me without me knowing it, and she pulled my dress up high exposing my bulky waterproof panties and diapers underneath. All of the children howled with laughter. Just then that nice young mother who had earlier lead me over to play with the others came out. She saw my humiliation and asked what was going on. The children kept laughing and told her I was a big baby who still wore diapers. I was crying and she told them to go inside.

As they left they continued taunting me saying things like, "I bet your diapers are all wet", and "Go get your mommy to change you, little baby", etc. The nice lady bent down and said that that was a very beautiful dress I was wearing. I didn't answer, and she asked in a very soft voice, "Are you wearing diapers underneath, Sugarplum? I was so embarrassed I looked down at the ground and shook my head no. She said she saw that naughty girl pull my dress up and it really did look like I was wearing diapers

underneath. My eyes started tearing again and in a very sweet voice she asked how come I was wearing diapers. I whimpered that my Aunt Meg and Tammie made me wear them because I wet the bed.

She said, "Oh, I understand, Darling. Why do you still wet your bed?", she asked. I whimpered that I didn't know, that it was an accident. She suggested that if I kept my diapers dry for a long time maybe Aunt Meg would let me wear big girl panties again. I nodded my head yes. She asked me if my diapers were wet right now. I was embarrassed and nodded my head no. In a soft but skeptical tone she asked if I had kept them dry all day. I nodded my head yes. She said, "Wow, I don't even think I could go all day without doing pee pee. Are you sure they're not wet, Honey Bunch?" She smiled and said, "You can tell me." I knew she didn't believe me so I whispered that they might be just a little wet. She held my hand and said, "That's okay, Sweetie. Just a little wet? she questioned." I nodded yes. She said that it might be hard for me to tell, that maybe she had better check.

I didn't say anything and before I knew it she stuck her hand under my dress and put her finger up a leg opening of my waterproof panties. She said, "Oh, Honey, you sure are wet. We have to change you right away." I kept staring down at the ground. She said, "I'll tell you what we can do. Why don't you show me where they keep your diapers and I can change you myself. Then we don't have to bother anyone. Your Aunt Meg and Tammie will be so proud of you. Isn't that a good idea, Sugar?" She took hold of my hand and started to lead me inside. I was so embarrassed I put my head down and whispered, "Oh, no thank you, ma'am." She knew I was afraid to let her change me, so she continued, "It's okay Sweetheart. I know you're very shy. But don't worry, I change diapers every day; I have a two-year-old. She hated wearing her diapers and being changed, but I got her over that..." She saw that my reaction wasn't good and she quickly added, "Oh, of course I didn't mean that you're like a two-year-old, Sweetheart."

I thanked her again but told her that I only like my Aunt or Tammie to change me. She said that was

all right, that she understood, but that I did have to be changed right now so she would take me to my Aunt. As she lead me back inside, the children began teasing me again, saying things like, "Go get your dirty diapers changed, big baby." The young mother told them to be quiet or she would tell their parents. She brought me over to Tammie and Aunt Meg and told them that I was very wet and needed a changing, and that the other children had found out I was wearing diapers and were teasing me.

Aunt Meg and Tammie laughed and thanked the young mother, calling her by her name which was "Melody." They told her that I was very bad and needed "Special training." Melody told them that she was going to change me herself but that I was too shy. Then Aunt Meg surprised me and said that it would be great if Melody would change me because they were very busy winding down the party and cleaning up. Aunt Meg told her that my diapers were in the bedroom. As Tammie giggled, Aunt Meg leaned over and said, "You be a good girl, Candie, and let nice Melody change your wet diapers." I whined, "No, Aunt Meg."

Aunt Meg looked me in my watery eyes and said, "All right, Candie, I'll give you a choice. Either you be good and let Melody change you or I'll give you a spanking in front of everyone. It's up to you." I started

crying, and Melody took me by the hand saying, "It's okay Candie, there's nothing to be worry about. You'll feel much better when we get you out of those wet diapers." She then led me towards the bedroom. Aunt Meg laughed and warned Melody that she was in, "For a real surprise." I noticed that some of the children had been watching and laughing from across the room.

When we got into the bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and get me to stop crying. She said that if I was good the rest of the day, maybe my Aunt would take me out of diapers tomorrow. She saw the crib and asked if that's where I slept. I nodded yes. She looked through a stack of diapers and waterproof

panties and said, "These must be for you." I didn't respond. She picked up some diapers and a pair of pink waterproof panties with circus animals and lace and brought laid them on the bed. I started weeping again, and Melody seemed to get an idea. She said wait here a minute, Candie. I'll be right back. She

returned a moment later with her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter and a big diaper bag. She said, "This is my daughter, her name is Cindy. She's wet too, just like I thought. Can you please help me with her, Candie."

I felt very embarrassed but would do anything to stall, so I nodded my head yes. Melody then took out

a changing mat from her diaper bag and asked me to spread it open on my Aunt's bed. Using baby talk, Melody said, "It's time for a changing Cindy. You be a good girl and show Candie how easy it is, okay?" To which Cindy giggled and chirped, "No!" Melody repeated in a stronger voice, "I want you to be good today, Cindy, we have a special friend here." Again Cindy yelled, "No!" Then Melody said, "Okay, let's get undressed." Melody then sat her squirming daughter on the edge of the bed, and while telling her to hold still, she took Cindy's shoes and dress off. Then she had Cindy lay down on the changing mat. She squirmed and laughed as Melody tickled her. Melody took out diapers, waterproof panties, baby powder, oil and lotion from the diaper bag. While Cindy squirmed and played, Melody took off her waterproof panties, and then unpinned and removed her wet diapers. Melody said they were soaked and she left the room to wring them out. She returned and put the used diapers in another compartment of the diaper bag. Melody then cleaned and wipedCindy down with baby oil and lotion. Then Melody had me sprinkle

Cindy with baby powder. She then diapered and dressed Cindy. Cindy laughed and had a great time of it.

When finished, Melody turned to me and said, "See how easy that was, Candie. Now it's your turn, Sweetheart." She continued, "Now take off your pretty dress, we don't want to get lotion or anything on it." I hesitated and she said, "Come on, Honey. I can't let you stay in those wet diapers another minute." I looked at her with tears in my eyes, but she told me to put my hands over my head. She pulled off my dress and petticoat and neatly folded them. I felt so embarrassed standing there in my wet diapers and waterproof baby panties in front of her and her daughter. She told Cindy go to go play with her doll, but Cindy just stayed there watching us. Melody then sat me on the edge of the bed and took my shoes off. She told me to lay on the changing mat. I was reluctant, and Melody was becoming a bit impatient, so she pushed me down on the matt. I started sobbing again, but Melody just said, "There, there, Candie. This will only take a few minutes. Now lift up your legs, Sugarplum, so I can take your panties off and get at those wet diapers. I promise you'll feel much better when I'm done."

I just laid there on my back crying, so Melody just proceeded to pull off my waterproof panties and unpin my soaking diapers. As she removed the diapers, she saw my tiny penis and was puzzled for a moment but then tried to hold back laughter. She exclaimed, "Oh Candie, you're really a little boy, aren't you!" I whined, "Yes, ma'am." She put her head down so I wouldn't see her laughing. Even Cindy was giggling. She asked me why I had been dressed like a baby girl, and I whimpered that that's how

Aunt Meg and Tammie were punishing me. Melody made me tell her the bad things I had done, including wetting the crib, and she agreed that I was a bad little boy. She scolded me and asked me if I wanted a "red bottom?" She added that my Aunt had done the right thing. I continued weeping, and Melody seemed to feel sorry for me.

Melody then spoke again using baby-talk. She told me that she felt bad, but that maybe this would help me learn my lesson. Adding to my humiliation, Cindy really wanted to help diaper me, so Melody let her. I was so mortified as the little girl sprinkled baby powder on me and helped her mother fold my diapers

while watching everything and giggling. She even helped pull my waterproof panties up my legs and over my diapers. When they were finished, Melody kissed me and said I had been a very good girl. She tickled me all over until I couldn't stop laughing. Just as the were finishing putting my dress back on, Aunt Meg and Tammie came in.

Aunt Meg asked what was taking so long and if I had been giving Melody a hard time. Melody said

I had been very good, but I was very wet and should have spoken up sooner. Aunt Meg asked her if she had discovered my, "Little secret?" Melody told her she certainly had discovered my little secret! Aunt Meg and Tammie explained the whole situation to her, and the women laughed and laughed.

Aunt Meg turned to me and said I looked very tired. I said I wasn't tired, and she asked me if I had taken a nap today. I said no, I didn't need naps. She responded, "Oh yes you do, Sweetness. All babies need their naps, and you've had more than enough excitement for one day." With that, Aunt Meg quickly pulled off my dress and petticoat, and removed my shoes. She then lowered the safety bars on the crib, picked me up, put me in the crib and raised the bars back into place. I complained that I didn't need a nap, but Aunt Meg just patted me on the head and told me to be good or else I would get a spanking. I tried to cover myself in the baby blanket, but Aunt Meg took it away saying it was too hot, leaving me in just my diapers and waterproof panties. The women saw my embarrassment, and continued to taunted me further. Cindy stood next to my crib staring at me and giggling. Aunt Meg picked up my baby bottle

and said I needed some warm milk.

Melody said she and Cindy had to leave, but for my Aunt to call her if she needed anyone to, "Take special care of baby Candie." Melody added that I could play with all of Cindy's dolls and toys. Tammie looked at me and said, "Oh, wouldn't that be fun, Candie?" My Aunt thanked Melody and said she would call her. As the women walked out, Cindy yelled, "Bye, bye baby," and everyone laughed. I noticed Aunt Meg had left the door wide open. I called out for her to please close it, but she ignored me.

A few moments later, a group of children remaining from the party came in and surrounded my crib. The were laughing and chanting that I was a diaper baby. They taunted and teased me and asked me if I had wet myself. They made fun of my pink waterproof baby panties with circus animals and lace trim, and

tried to touch at them through the crib bars. I was so humiliated. Aunt Meg and Tammie came in the door, and I begged them to make the children go out, but Aunt Meg just stuck my baby bottle in my mouth and ordered me to drink the warm milk. The children howled with laughter. A girl asked my Aunt if the

bottle would make me wet my diapers now, but Aunt Meg laughed and told her that I had just been changed so it would probably take a while for me to wet myself again. The children continued teasing

me, and Aunt Meg and Tammie left the room laughing. Finally, the party was over and everyone left.

The next day, Aunt Meg kept me in diapers and a dress that she had borrowed from Tammie. She then took me to a new and used children's clothing store. As Aunt Meg selected a number a little-girl dresses and skirts, slips, socks, panties, tights, etc. for me, the salesgirl commented that I was very pretty. Aunt Meg took me in the fitting room and tried all the clothes on me. She then took me over to the infant and toddler section. She selected several packages of diapers. She then looked for girls' extra-large waterproof baby panties. The bin where they should have been was empty. As I continued blushing and holding my head down, the salesgirl came over and Aunt Meg asked her if she had any more girls' extra-large waterproof panties. The sales girl motioned to an assortment in size large, asking my Aunt how big the baby was as large would fit most toddlers. To my dismay, my Aunt pointed at me and announced that her, "Baby" was right here and really needs extra-large. She continued that, "My Candie still wets herself and her bed occasionally and gets put back into diapers for punishment."

The salesgirl fought back laughter and said she would check in the stockroom. She came back a few minutes later with a stack of girls' extra-large waterproof baby panties. With the salesgirl and some other people looking nearby, my Aunt pulled up my dress, exposing my frilly waterproof baby panties with diapers underneath. I was so embarrassed I was fidgeting and she told me to be still. Aunt Meg held a pair of the waterproof panties to my waist and announced they should fit just fine. I was so mortified.

The salesgirl rang up our purchase, and when she got to the diapers and waterproof panties, she looked at me and giggled. My Aunt Meg kept me in girls clothes, often with diapers underneath for the rest of the summer. She had Tammie watch me and had me play with Tammie's daughters, and she took Melody up on her offer and had me stay overnight at her house. It was one incredible summer!

So there you have it. What did you think? Were the differences between the two tales very noticable? Was it worth the effort of re-writing the original and posting my version here? Please post me a response and let me know what you think. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia

[LtBaby]

good one

[ChrisKnight]

Dear Chris Knight and Valentine, unfortunately I cannot claim to be the original author. I originally downloaded a 16-page short story called 'Candie' from Bytemine (I think) about a dozen years ago or more. There was no author mentioned or listed, so I'm sorry there was no-one to whom I could even attribute the original. Every time I read the story on my computer, I compulsively edited it. First the misspellings, then the grammar, then I changed the characters' names to the names of my little girl cousins (to make it easier to remember which character was which, and who said what.) Then I added some detail - a few adjectives, a few adverbs - and rearranged parts that didn't read particularly well. Finally I started adding detail, fleshing out some of the characters and trying to provide a more reasonable progression for the main character's gradual acceptance of his feminisation and babyfication.

Ahhhh, now it makes more sense.

Just for fun I dug out my old copy off an equally old floppy disk. Looks like I pulled it down from Usenet as it's still got the old headers on it, but it's also got the old ByteMine logo on it as well along with the phone#.

Times sure have changed

[Eagle0769]

babyjennie,

I never read this story before so it was all new to me. I'm not into sissy dress up. But I really wish Candi was me. I had a hard pee pee amd a wet diaper through out the whole story. I really liked the part with Melody. The story was great and I really really enjoyed it thanks for the repost.

Baby Jay NY

[babyjennie]

babyjennie,

I never read this story before so it was all new to me. I'm not into sissy dress up. But I really wish Candi was me. I had a hard pee pee amd a wet diaper through out the whole story. I really liked the part with Melody. The story was great and I really really enjoyed it thanks for the repost.

Baby Jay NY

Thank you so much, Jay! And by the way, I'll get around to reading (and commenting on) more of your stories real soon. It's just that writing 'Jennie's Potty-training' is occupying so much of my spare time these days, I hardly have time for 'recreational (?) reading'! People keep demanding new chapters, and they are kinda long. But listen, everybody. Did anyone take the time to read both versions of the story posted here? If you did, what did you think of the changes I made? Feel free to comment, but try and keep the insults in a literary vein, okay?

Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia

[Legls]

I read both versions and can say that you did a very good job revising it. Your version is the undisputed better of the two. Very well done.

--Legls

[Emperorbaby]

Good job

[BabyAltair]

It's official. This is the single oldest necro post I have ever seen.

7 years.

What page was this on?

[punkboy27]