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Maggie's Perfect Plan
Part 8
By Eve Smith
Following dinner the girls put the dishes in the kitchen
reminding me that I would be washing them up in the
morning. I was told to lie on the floor and my ankles were
again secured. They went into the lounge and I followed
crawling on the floor like a baby. I needed to urinate but
was trying my hardest to hold on. I remembered the last
time that I had been made to wear a nappy and the clammy
wet feeling that I had had to endure whilst trapped in it.
I was hoping and praying that they did not intend to keep
me in the baby clothes all night. They all sat around
watching the TV whilst I lay on the floor at their feet.
I could not hold on any longer and released a stream of
urine into my nappy, the wetness surrounding me, held in by
the padding and plastic pants. It was so uncomfortable.
Eventually Emily said that it was my bedtime, 'It's time
for our baby girl to go to bed, I wonder if she's wet her
nappy.'
Laughter from the others followed this. She looked at me
and said, 'Have you wet your nappy baby Lucy?'
Kylie and Britany leant forward in eager anticipation
hoping that I would have to embarrass myself. I said
nothing.
Emily looked at me smiling, 'If you don't tell us that you
have a wet nappy it won't be changed and you will have to
sleep in it, lets hear you say baby Lucy has wee wee in her
nappy.'
I looked at her sighed and said, 'Baby Lucy has wee wee in
her nappy.'
Maggie, Marie, Kylie, Britany and Emily laughed loudly. 'Oh
Lucy you are a dirty little girl, let us hear you tell
everyone that you are a dirty little girl.'
The shame and humiliation that she was putting me through
was growing by the minute. 'I am a dirty little girl.' I
said, thinking that at least I would have the suit removed
and the wet nappy taken off me.
'I think that we should leave the sissy in his wet nappy
all night.' It was Marie that said this.
I looked at her grinning face in horror. They all agreed
with Maggie's sister.
'Crawl around and kiss everyone's feet goodnight Lucy.'
demanded Emily.
I wanted to scream and shout but knew that would lead to
greater punishment or humiliation. One by one I crawled to
them and kissed their feet. Emily released my feet and
helped me up. She and her cousins walked me up the stairs.
I waddled rather than walked with the thick and now wet
padding between my legs. My body was swathed in sweat from
the rubber lining to the sleep suit. They led me into my
bedroom and I was told to lie on the bed. Emily secured my
legs again.
'Oh we nearly forgot we have a present for baby Lucy don't
we Kylie.' said Britany smirking down at me.
'Oh yes, I'll get it, but have you any rubber gloves
Emily.' The girl replied yes and both her and Kylie left
the room.
Kylie returned carrying a carrier bag and was followed
shortly after by Emily carrying in the rubber gloves, which
she handed to Britany. The smiling girl slid them on to her
hands and then opened the bag and pulled something out.
Emily saw it and laughed as she said, 'Where did you get
that; they have been banned from the shops for ages.'
The girl explained to my stepdaughter that they had seen a
group of young girls with it yesterday after they had heard
that they were coming here. 'We thought that it would be an
ideal present.'
I still could not see what it was. It then came into my
line of vision. I immediately knew what it was. It was
called a POP HOOD, a full head and neck hood with the
features of a pop star on them. This one was modelled on
Baby Spice. They had been massed produced in the Far East
and for a short while had been a great success with kids.
Unlike normal masks of the type, like Halloween horror
masks it fitted skin-tight and also had lips that fitted
over and behind the lips of the wearer, the idea being that
when the wearer spoke the lips of the mask moved giving a
fairly realistic look. Emily had wanted one over a year ago
and I had refused saying that they were disgusting things.
A short while later they had been banned when a young girl
put her's on wrongly and nearly suffocated, with only the
fast reaction of a woman in the street tearing the hood off
preventing a tragedy. Also because the lips fitted inside
the mouth they were looked on as not a very sterile toy.
Britany walked towards me, her gloved hands holding the
hood.
'No, please no!' I pleaded.
She giggled and said, 'Imagine all the kids that have had
their heads in this, all their snot and dribble that's why
I'm wearing rubber gloves.'
She opened the bottom, the entrance for the head and showed
it firstly to the girls then me. They wrinkled their noses
as they saw the grimy interior of the latex hood.
Emily said, 'I wouldn't fancy having that on my head, but
then again I don't have to, but your going to sissy.'
I saw the interior of the POP HOOD. The once white surface
was now a streaky brown colour.
Again I pleaded with them, 'Please Emily, please don't put
that on me.'
She giggled and then said, 'But it will be so right, a Baby
Spice hood for baby Lucy.'
The three of them laughed and Britany approached pulling
the hood open. I forced my head onto the pillow trying to
stop the inevitable. Emily and Kylie pulled me up as the
third of them started to pull the horrible thing over my
head. I tried to buck, but this was to no avail she slid it
down over me until it clasped around my neck, my nose in
the indentation designed for that feature, my eyes looking
through the slots. Using her gloved hands Britany forced
the hood lips over mine, the preformed lips gripping mine
as she pushed them into place so that they fitted right up
to my gums.
I wanted to be sick as the slimy interior surface clung to
my face, as the rubber lips that had been worn by so many
others tainted my mouth. With my tongue I tried to prise
the lips away, they were not going to move until the hood
was removed. Kylie lowered the zip at the neck of the sleep
suit slightly and smoothed the neck of the hood down and
re-zipped the suit up. I pleaded with them still, my now
distorted voice making them laugh more. I wriggled vainly
trying to get free from the cursed sleep suit, I couldn't,
my eyes filled with tears in frustration.
The light was turned off and they left me in darkness.
Alone I lay there, my own heat making the smell of latex
and sweat in the hood grow stronger. The hood was at least
a year old, possibly two years old. I imagined all the
dirty faces that had willingly worn this monstrosity,
dancing and playing, pretending to be Baby Spice. They
would never have imagined that it would be used as an
instrument of humiliation and torture.
I knew that with the arrival of her cousins Emily would
increase her degradation of me. They enjoyed this situation
as much as she did. I made my mind up. Tomorrow at the
first opportunity I would escape. Were I would go I did not
know. What would I wear? The only clothes in the house that
would fit me were for girls.
I sobbed. Even if I had jeans or trousers they would show
young female hips and waist. If I left I would have to go
as a girl.
I sobbed again. Face reality I thought, you look like a 10
or 11-year-old girl, how long would you last on the
streets. But I had to escape.
The alternative was to remain here as the toy and plaything
of three girls and their mothers.
End of part 8
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