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Diapered and Pantied By Cissie Guy The taxi ride back home was long and mostly silent. Phil and Cindy sat in the back seat while his mom sat up front with the cab driver. Phil kept his eyes focused on his bare knees, not wanting to look up. Cindy watched Phil intently as she sat next to him. Her grin never fading as she runs a hand up Phil's legs. "Smooth" was all she said, as her grin got even bigger. Occasionally, his mom would turn around and stare at her 15 year old son, now dressed like a baby girl. The thirty minute ride home seemed to take hours for Phil. As they neared his neighborhood, Phil glanced out the window a couple of times. He could see several of his friends playing in a nearby park. "Don't even think about going out to play with your friends." His mom said, "You're going to be punished for a long time." The driver looked into his rearview mirror at Phil, still wondering if this child was a boy or a girl. Soon they pulled into their driveway and everyone got out, the driver went to the trunk and retrieved three big bags, which he set off to the side. Cindy grabbed Phil by the hand and escorted him into the house like a naughty child and set him in the middle of the living room floor. "You stay there while I help your mommy with your bags." "Bags," Phil thought, he only left with one suitcase. A hundred things were racing through Phil's mind as he sat there. Maybe he could run away again, but how far could he get wearing a super short frilly baby dress and thick diapers underneath. He could call the cops, or run up to his bedroom and change clothes real quick. Cindy arrived out in the driveway with Mrs. Harvey and the cabby. She heard her explain to the driver that she was being punished for running away and then tipped him very generously. He gave a mini salute and wished them a good day and left. Cindy and Mrs. Harvey picked up the bags and went back inside the house. Phil sat silently as the two women glanced at him and then proceeded upstairs. He heard his mother tell Cindy we could use the guest room for now. Every few minutes, Phil could hear laughing upstairs and knew it could only be him they were talking about. About 20 minutes later, Mrs. Harvey and Cindy returned to the living room. Phil's mom sat on the couch while Cindy continued on to the kitchen. Without a word being spoken, Phil began to pout and then started crying. She let him cry for a few minutes till Cindy returned with two large glasses of iced tea and handed one to Mrs. Harvey. "Thank you," she said, as she turned back to Phil. "Stand up and come over here." She said to Phil. As he arrived to the spot his mom was pointing to, she continued. "Now, stop your crying and tell me why you ran away from home like that?" Phil thought if he told her what Cindy had done to him a few days ago; she would get mad at Cindy and let him change his clothes. Through the sobs and blubbers, he blabbed everything to his mom, starting with the frilly lacy panties she made him wear and then a thorough spanking, and how he was sent to school wearing them. Finally he finished and just stood there waiting for a reply. Mrs. Harver took a sip of her tea, pondered what she had just heard, and turned to Cindy. "Is that the way it happened?" "Yes Mrs. Harvey, that sounds about right." As she also sipped her tea. Mrs. Harvey turned back to Phil. "Okay, but that has nothing to do with the question I asked you." "I give you a roof over your head, good meals everyday, and clean clothes. Now WHY did you run away?" Phil thought she didn't hear about the panties and tried to explain again. "That doesn't sound too bad; you didn't have gym class so nobody would have seen them." His mom replied. Phil was defeated. He just couldn't come up with anything plausible to explain his actions. "Sit down right there and let me tell you what going to happen here," Mrs. Harvey started. "First, your punishment will last for the entire summer. Summer vacation starts in a week so that works out fine." As Phil sat on the floor directly in front of his mom, he could feel the dampness in his diapers. "You will finish out the school year wearing your regular clothes, IF you are a good girl this weekend." Emphasizing the word IF. Phil wondered what that meant. "The clothes you are wearing will be your summer outfit unless we say different." She continued, "Is that understood?" Phil nodded his head up and down acknowledging his summer sentence. Mrs. Harvey pulled a pacifier out of her pocket and promptly plugged it into Phil's mouth with orders not to touch it. About that same time Cindy, with an enormous grin announced. "Mrs. Harvey, may I make dinner tonight, I've got something special in mind." "Sure, be my guest." Mrs. Harvey replied. Cindy raced off to the kitchen to prepare that evenings meal. Mrs. Harvey finished her iced tea and looked once again at her transformed son. "Are you thirsty, dinner won't be for awhile?" She asked him. Phil was a little parched and not wanting to touch his pacifier, nodded his head he would like something. His mom disappeared into the kitchen. A few laughs later, she returned with a baby bottle in one hand and a bib in the other. She tied the bib around his neck and handed him the bottle. She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and laid it on the coffee table about a foot away from his seated position. "When you finish your bottle, you put your pacifier back in, okay." Silence being understood as a yes, Phil slowly stuck the nipple into his mouth. Immediately he recognized the taste of warm milk. It had been many years since Phil had drunk warm milk. He preferred it cold but thought he could live with it. He noticed he had to tip his head back in a very childish manner. It wasn't like drinking from a glass. Midway through his bottle, Phil became aware of nature calling once again. He knew it would do no good to ask to use the bathroom, so he quietly sat there and wet his thick diapers. The frilly plastic pants contained all the moisture. Phil thought, at least while he's sitting down, his baby pants couldn't be seen. The horrible yellow baby dress was a different matter. His hairless legs were terribly exposed. Even his shortest pair of shorts weren't this short. Finishing his bottle, and not wanting his mom to get mad, he placed the empty baby bottle on the table and grabbed the pacifier. He stared at it for a few seconds and reluctantly stuck it into his mouth. His wait for somebody to return seemed to take an hour or more, but in reality maybe 15 minutes. Phil was getting uncomfortable sitting in a wet diaper and his tummy started to growl. The intensity blossomed when he caught a whiff of what Cindy was making for dinner. His favoritest food in the whole world next to Pizza... Spaghetti, and boy did it smell good Phil thought to himself. Mrs. Harvey came back into the living room and sat once again in front of Phil. "Mrs. Harper told me how much you liked the baby food she fed you. So tomorrow we shall get you started back on them. But for tonight, you can have spaghetti with us." Shaking his head in a definite no, his mom ignored it and motioned for him to come over to her. She stuck a finger up under the leg band of his plastic pants and felt a very wet diaper. She let out a little smirk as she told him she hadn't done that in a very long time. She stuck her head in the kitchen and told Cindy she was taking the baby upstairs to change her. He could hear Cindy say something in return but didn't understand, possibly an okay. Mrs. Harvey grabbed her new daughter and led him upstairs to the spare guest room. The wet diapers sticking to his butt with every step thus emphasizing his necessity to waddle like a toddler. They sailed past Phil's room and went into the spare guest bedroom. His mom reached into a drawer and pulled out a changing pad and laid it on the floor motioning for Phil to lay down on it. He sat down and then lay down on the pad. His mother pulled down his plastic pants remarking how really frilly they were. "So adorable." She said with another grin on her face. She then removed his soaking wet diapers and set them off to the side. She gathered up all the necessities to change a baby. Baby oil, wipes, and powder. Soon he was rediapered for the first time by his mom in over 13 years. She pulled the plastic pants back over his diapers and checked the leg bands for a good seal. Satisfied, she sat him up, and then made him stand in front of her so she could straighten out Phil's baby dress. A little tug here and a pull there and soon Phil was ready to go back downstairs. He was deposited in the middle of the kitchen floor where Cindy was preparing dinner. Mrs. Harvey refilled her iced tea and set down in a kitchen chair. Again her attention was turned to Phil. "Here are some more rules to live by." She added. "You will spend the weekend as you are dressed now. You will not touch or remove any clothes we put on you." Phil listened as she went on. "Next week when you go for your final exams, you can wear you boy clothes to school. When you get home, you will be put into your baby clothes and then set down to study." "If you give either of us any problems." She paused for a few seconds and continued. "Well, all your friends will see your pretty dress when you are sent to school in it." Phil thought about all his friends dieing of laughter. A shiver ran up his spine. Cindy filled a baby bottle full of water from the tap and handed it to Phil. He held it in his hands for a second and waited till Cindy took the pacifier out of his mouth. "Good girl." She said as she patted him on the head. "You're learning." Phil tipped the bottle up and started drinking. His mom told him to use both hands so he didn't drop it. Phil felt silly drinking another bottle in front of everyone. Sometime after Phil had finished his water, Cindy asked Mrs. Harvey if she would get the baby undressed for dinner. "We don't want to get your pretty dress dirty." She said to Phil. Surprised by this, he followed his mother into the living room once again. She spun him around and started untying the bow at the back of his dress. Then she spent considerable time undoing the buttons holding the dress closed. Finally she pulled the dress up and over his head followed by the fluffy petticoats that adorned his waist. Phil was left standing in only his diapers, plastic baby pants, lacy ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes. "There, you can wear that again after dinner if you're good." Mrs. Harvey said as she escorted him to the kitchen for dinner. He thought he would be put on the floor again, but instead he was put in his own chair. Two thick phone books were placed under him to raise him well above the normal height. Mrs. Harvey set the table. Plates for three and flatware for only two. Cindy tied his bib around his neck and went back to the stove. Phil noticed he didn't have a fork so he started to get one for himself. Mrs. Harvey spoke harshly, "NO, baby doesn't get any sharp objects, Sit back down." Phil sat down on his raised seat and was grateful nobody remembered to put his pacifier back in. Cindy filled Mrs. Harvey's plate and then reached for Phil's plate. She snickered and left real quick and returned just as quickly. "This is more like it." She said as she filled a dish with spaghetti and set it in front of him. The dish, he noticed had a pink border. Phil looked at his mother as if to say "How?" Mrs. Harvey finished her bite and pointed her fork toward his plate. "Eat, or it's off to bed for you." His bottle was refilled with Kool-aid this time, Cherry. Phil thought for a second and came to the conclusion; the only way he's eating is with his fingers. This was going to get messy he thought. He gingerly reached into the bowl and picked up a couple strands of spaghetti and tried gracefully to guide it into his mouth. The long strand dangled before him as it bounced across his nose. This was impossible he thought. Next time he wasn't as timid, he grabbed a bigger handful and shoved it in the best he could. Neatness was definitely out the door by now. Mrs. Harvey and Cindy watched as Phil and his bottle became a red mess. His hands and face were covered in spaghetti sauce. But it was good. Dinner finally over, Mrs. Harvey got up to get a wet rag to clean up her new baby. Cindy shouted, "Wait, I'll be right back." In a minute, Cindy returned with a camera in her hands. "We need pictures of this." About 5 pictures were taken. "Now, we don't want your friends to see these do we?" The two women beamed as each Polaroid shot developed by itself. Phil was not allowed to see them. He didn't want to. Just as his mother started washing his face, he jerked back a little. His mother stopped and said, "Okay, if you don't want to be clean, that's okay with me. Go start washing the dishes. As Phil was filling the sink, his mother plugged his pacifier back where it belonged. Phil looked a pitiful sight. His face streaked with dozens of red lines and his pacifier getting redder as it accumulates extra sauce from Phil's chin. Phil was lost in thought when Cindy yelled' "Phyllis." From his left side he saw Cindy standing there, as soon as he swung his head around to get a better look. POP. Another flash went off. This time Cindy got his whole body. Thick diapers and a red face and pacifier. His friends would have a field day if they saw that picture. At least his hands were clean from the dishwater. Finally done and all cleaned up, Phil was brought back into the front room and dressed in his little outfit once again. He hated this dress because it hid nothing; his diapers were in full view. A blanket was laid out on the floor and Phil was deposited on it. He was given a doll to hold, and another bottle of water was put beside him. You don't have to drink this right now, but I want it gone within the hour. Here are your school books; you might as well study since you missed a couple days of school. Phil sat there for a couple of hours. A doll in one arm and a book in the other. For some reason, Phil found it hard to concentrate on his work. He looked around the room and as always, was amaze at how much his house looked like the one on the TV show "Bewitched." Kitchen, living room, upstairs, everything. In the mean time, Cindy had left to run an errand. When she returned, Phil was just finishing his bottle. "You tired of studying?" She asked Phil. He nodded his head in the affirmative. "Good, I picked up a movie for you to watch. And you had better watch real close. I'll be asking questions about it later." He figured he wouldn't like the movie, but it was better than studying. Phil's whole world fell apart as the opening credits started. "I love you, you love me." Barney, Phil hated Barney. It was the stupidest thing on TV. Yet now he had to sit and watch it, while studying it in detail. Not sure of what kind of questions she will ask. When the show was finally over, Cindy asked him if he wanted to watch it again from the beginning to make sure he caught everything. He declined thinking watching Barney once was more than enough. Cindy started the little test, "How many kids were on the show, and what were their names?" Phil kind of figured she would ask something like that so he started. "There were 4 kids, Michael, Teresa, Adam, and Lisa." Phil thought this was going to be easy now. "Very good, you got one point. If you get an answer wrong, you lose points too." Phil settled down a little waiting for the second question. "What color shoes were Lisa wearing?" Cindy said. What kind of question is that Phil thought? "Black." Was his answer. "Correct." "Third question, what did Teresa dress her doll in when they were playing in the sand box?" Sand box, Phil didn't remember a sandbox. Phil tried to think what a little girl would put on her doll in a sandbox. "A bikini." He said. "Wrong." Said Cindy, "It was a blouse and skirt." Phil failed miserably at the remaining ten questions. "I guess you need to watch it again, this time more carefully," and started the video from the beginning. "And the next set of questions will be harder." She added as she and Mrs. Harvey went into the kitchen to chat. A few minutes later they emerged from the kitchen and made there way to the outside patio with their drinks in hand, dropping again another bottle next to Phil. He was getting tired of bottles all the time. After the second showing of Barney, he thought Cindy would be back to ask more questions. Instead, the VCR rewound itself and began playing that hideous song again. Phil was about to go insane after the third showing. Cindy came back in and turned off the VCR just as that purple dinosaur was going to sing again. "Ready for your questions?" Phil shook his head and then breezed through the questions with flying colors. The rest of the evening was uneventful. At seven o'clock, Mrs. Harvey announced it was bed time for the baby; she had a long hard day today. Phil was kind of tired even though the sun was still up. He didn't argue as his mother took him upstairs to his new room. She took off his dress and hung it on a hanger saying if he was good, he can wear it again tomorrow. She changed his wet diapers, but this time when she put dry ones back on him, he noticed they were at least twice as thick as anything he had worn before. "These will keep you dry all night, and remember, don't take them off ... for any reason." Phil didn't like the way she said that. "If Cindy or I hear you up during the night, you spend the next week in school in baby clothes. Is that understood?" Phil said he would stay in bed all night. She pulled a short baby doll nightie over his head, it didn't cover any of his diapers and on the front was a picture of a baby bunny. Very childish indeed. She pulled another bottle out of her apron pocket and watched Phil as he drank down the whole thing. He was feeling bloated from all the liquids he'd been drinking. When he was finished, she put his pacifier in his mouth and kissed him on the forehead. "Night night sweetheart, Cindy will be in the morning to take care of you." With that, she turned out the light but left his door wide open. So much for any privacy he thought as he tried to doze off to sleep. About ten minutes later, Phil sat straight up in his bed, his body in a cold sweat. He put his hands on top of his head. He had forgotten about his new hairdo. The short blonde permed curls he now sported were a far cry from his normal hairstyle. How could he explain to his friends about the change? He knew they would ask about it and most likely tease him for awhile. And then he thought about his shaved body. In order to hide them, he would have to wear long pants and a long sleeved shirt. Very inappropriate for the hot summer days ahead. His friends would know something was different. Maybe they won't notice, he thought. Phil laid back down in the bed, his hand still rubbing his hair. After an hour of thinking of a million excuses, he fell asleep. The electric clock on the night stand told Phil it was 7:30 when he woke up. His bladder screaming for release. He remembered what his mom told him the night before and released the warm flow into his thick night diapers. His plastic pants held it all in. He lay there for about ten minutes when he heard Cindy banging a couple of pots in the kitchen. She must be getting breakfast ready. Phil let out a good morning stretch and yawn when his pacifier fell out of his mouth. He thought for a second, could he have had that thing in his mouth all night. He didn't have long to think about it when Cindy came bouncing in the room in very high spirits. "Good morning baby Phyllis, rise and shine, we're going to have a wonderful day today." Phil didn't like the way she said wonderful day. His idea of a wonderful day would be to put his boys' clothes on and go play with his friends. But he knew that would not happen. "Are you wet this morning?" She asked him in a peppy voice. "Yes." Was all Phil said. Cindy continued, "Did you do number two yet?" To which Phil replied in the negative. "Well, we can change you after you do that, let's go down to breakfast, you're probably hungry." As Phil was being helped out of bed by Cindy, he suddenly felt Mother Nature calling again, only this time it was from the other end. Making his way to the door, he found it almost impossible to hold it in. Normally he would be heading for the bathroom by now. But since he didn't have that luxury now, he did the best he could to hold it in. At least for now. His meager attempts were futile, half way down the stairs he felt the first clump of poop start to emerge. Each step seemed to push it out further and further. Cindy could start to smell it now, but kept quiet. When they reached the kitchen, she sat him down on his again raised up chair. The mess in Phil's diaper squished and oozed up and around his bottom and genitals. A pocket of trapped air in his baby pants opened up as soon as Phil sat down. The rush of poopie smell was enough to ruin his appetite. The scenario was about the same as the night before. A bib then a bowl of cold cereal. A spoon would have come in handy for scooping out the cereal, but just as the night before, he could only use his finger. Cindy spoke up, "After breakfast, I'll get you bathed and into some dry diapers. Then we will see how the day goes." Phil finished his cereal and was promptly escorted to the bathroom. She pulled off his nightie and pulled down his plastic pants. "Whew! You sure are a stinky one today." Cindy said with a little giggle. She quietly thought to herself, if it's this bad smelling it, it must be worse to wear it and smell it all the time. She unpinned his diapers and dropped them into the toilet. "We'll clean these off shortly." She said. "Let's get you into the tub." Cindy grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned off most of the smeared on poop, and plopped him into the warm water. Phil usually took a shower, so taking a bath was sort of foreign to him. He liked the way the water smelled, sort of like lavender and the water seemed softer for some reason. He sat in there and soaked for a few minutes while Cindy left. Upon her return she started scrubbing him from top to bottom. Not a single crack or hole escaped being cleaned thoroughly. When she reached his private area, he began to get hard. To his complete surprise, she just ignored it and finished the job of cleaning his hairless body. When she finished, she reached in and pulled the plug. The water drained out as Cindy told him to stand up. He did so and she left the room stating she would be right back. Long after the water was gone, he was still standing there with no towel in sight. He was starting to shiver a little as his body air dried. He noticed his skin felt softer and retained the flowery smell. His nails were still painted a lovely shade of pink which did not wash off. Again he thought of his buddies taunting him about his nails. Some time later Cindy came back in with a towel and dried any spot that was still damp, including his hair. As he walked by the bathroom mirror, he glanced at his reflection. The only thing he noticed was that even after a good washing, his head still sprouted tight little pin curls. "Miss Cindy, may I ask you a question?" He asked very quietly, not wanting to really know the answer. "Sure little one, what's on your little mind?" She said. "How long before my hair is back to normal?" To which she replied, "Oh, probably six months to a year. Why, you look so adorable like that. A lot better than the last time I saw you three days ago." Phil was immediately dejected, figuring there was no way to wash it out. They returned to the bedroom where Cindy oiled, powdered and diapered Phil in a not as thick day diaper. She rummaged through his new wardrobe, donated by Mrs. Harper, and found a pair of plastic pants with a nursery print pattern on them. Not as frilly as the ones he had been forced to wear, but still very babyish. They were pulled up and around his diapers and checked for a good seal. Then she walked over to the closet and opened the doors. There hanging where nothing should be, were five dresses in various colors and styles. "Hmm, what would look good on baby today?" She said loud enough for Phil to hear and continued, "Or would you like to wear shorts today?" This she said with an evil smile. Immediately Phil thought anything would be better than wearing a baby dresses and agreed to the shorts. She reached into the closet and pulled out a peach colored baby dress and held it towards Phil. "Wouldn't you rather wear this frilly number?" Phil shook his head and again requested the shorts. Cindy seemed a little sad as she rehung the dress in the closet. "You can wear it later if you want." Cindy said. "First let's get some shoes and socks on you." At the dresser she opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of yellow socks. At first he didn't notice, but then became aware these socks had little jingle bells hanging from bows on the sides of the socks. Soon Phil's feet were adorned in black Mary Jane shoes and noisy socks. Every step would be a constant reminder of his infantile condition. With a pointing finger, Cindy tells Phil not to move, she'd go get his clothes. In minutes, Cindy returned with a tiny pile of yellow clothes. Phil noticed lots of lace and soon he became worried. She put a tiny vest on him first; again it had lace around the collar. Then she lifted a shirt in front of him. Not only was it a pastel yellow, on the front was a picture of a baby bunny playing with blocks. She pulled it over his head and down to his waist. The sleeves were short and puffy with lace around the edges. Next came the shorts. Cindy pulled them up his legs and over his diapers. She stood him on the floor and adjusted the shirt and shorts. Then she put a yellow ribbon in his hair to match his outfit. Phil also noticed the shorts had more lace around the waist and leg bands. A touch of blush on his cheeks and he was finished. Cindy stood back and gave him the once over and produced a big smile. She moved Phil over to a full-length mirror on the wall. The little bells on his socks rung out with each step. He looked in the mirror in shock. He thought to himself he looked like Little Lord Fauntleroy, but prissier. His shorts bulged out from the diapers and the baby print on his plastic pants showed though the fabric. Phil was feeling more and more miserable. This outfit was too much, but at least it's better than a dress. Cindy grabbed Phil by the hand and led him down to the living room, where she promptly put him back in front of the TV. "I have a different video for you to watch today." She continued, "And just like last night, I want you to study it. I'm sure you don't want to watch it over and over." Cindy got out the new video and put it in the tape player. Shortly, Barney was singing his familiar song again. He looked up at Cindy in disgust. She plopped his pacifier in his mouth, and told him, "If you pass your tests early today, then you can start studying for your regular school exams." This episode of Barney was about taking care of and learning to love your little sister. "Boring," was all Phil could think about. His mind soon wandered off and he started thinking about what to tell the guys at school about his hair. All kinds of ideas ran through his head, but nothing sounded good enough to fool his buddies. He got back into the movie somewhat and tried to memorize as much as possible. Cindy came in about 10 minutes later and handed him a bottle filled with Kool-aid. He pulled out his pacifier and started drinking his bottle. He placed his dummy on the coffee table and grabbed the bottle with two hands like he was taught earlier. He was thirsty and gulped it down as fast as possible. Phil faired better on the test this time, mostly easy stuff. Cindy handed him his school books and gave him a couple hours to study. While reading up on the Civil war, Phil wet his diapers. He knew Cindy was in the den sitting at the computer, surfing the internet. He wished he were sitting there instead, he loved the internet. The diapers soaked up all the wet and none leaked out. Phil got his mind back in the books and was oblivious to his surroundings. Occasionally he would glance at his chest and see that little bunny playing with his blocks. Suddenly the phone rang. Cindy answered it with the customary "Hello"! Then a short pause, "No he can't come out and play right now; he's studying for final exams next week." "Sure, just a second." Cindy cupped her hand over the phone and called Phil. "Your friend Billy wants to talk to you." Phil started to back up and shake his head no. "Oh stop worrying; he can't see how you're dressed." She handed Phil the receiver. "Hello, what's up dude?" Phil said in a peppier voice. Then it dropped off a little, "No I can't, I'm studying, maybe next week after school lets out." Then he continued after a short pause, "Mom wants me to be ready to pass everything." "Okay, see ya later." And hung up the phone and walked back to his books. The jingle bells ringing cruelly in his ears with each step. Phil was thinking about the phone call, he would love to go over to Billy's house and play his new video game. One look at his outfit banished that thought instantly. Phil got back to his books and Cindy went back to her surfing. She reminded him of his pacifier which he dutifully replaced in his mouth. Lunch time rolled around and Phil looked at his Ravioli from a can. Again, no fork or spoon, only his fingers. He sat there for a minute looking at it when Cindy piped up. "Do you want me to feed it to you?" Phil thought for a second, shook his head and dove into his meal. Sauce all over his hands and face and lunch finished, Phil was set to washing the dishes once again. Luckily there were only a few to wash. Two bowls and one fork. Wanting to have a little fun at Phil's expense, she announced after lunch, she would be taking him to the park so he could play with his friends. Phil, with a frightened look on his face, said he couldn't go dressed like this. "Of course you can silly, it's warm outside and you're dressed for it." "I can put you in a pretty dress if you want, but then you have to be careful not to get it dirty." Mrs. Harvey had told Cindy earlier not to take him out in public yet, and she agreed. But Phil did not know about that little agreement. Phil sat on the floor watching Cindy run around gathering this and that and her car keys. Phil was now really starting to worry. Was she really going to take him to the park dressed like this? Was she really going to show him off to his friends? It was Saturday and he knew the park would be full of people young and old, and many of his friends would be there also. She picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder and walked over to Phil reaching for his hand. "Let's go baby." As she helped him off the floor. Phil stood there dumbfounded. Sweat was pouring off his face and his knees became weak. He started to pout around his pacifier and tug rebelliously against her pull. Time for a little more fun, she thought. "What's wrong little girl?" Phil, almost in a full-blown cry dipped his head and grabbed his shirt indicating his clothes. Picking up on this, she went on, "You don't want to wear shorts to the park?" Without thinking of the way she phrased it, Phil shook his head in the negative. "okay." She said and put down her purse and keys. She grabbed his hand again and escorted him upstairs once again. She took off his shirt and folded it neatly on the bed, then did the same with his short shorts. "We can't have our little girl going out like that; I'll get you something more appropriate." With that she turned and walked to the closet and opened the doors. She looked back at Phil and murmured, "Yellow socks, yellow bow." And then reached in and pulled out a yellow baby dress. "Perfect." She said as she walked the few feet back to Phil. She put his arms up and pulled the frilly confection over his head. She pulled his arms through the lacy short puffed sleeves and then buttoned the back from waist to neck. A big pretty bow was tied in the back to complete his outfit. Phil stood there crying as Cindy went around him straightening out the hem and fluffing up the skirt. "There, now we can go." Cindy said as she pulled Phil back down stairs. They stopped short of the front door while Cindy looped her purse over her shoulder and picked up the keys. Phil stood there, quiet, unmoving, paralyzed from fear. Cindy knew her little game could only go as far as the front door. Still wanting to hold her charge on a thin string, she gave him one final order. "I'm going out to my car, if you're not in the back seat in five minutes, you're in deep, deep trouble for disobeying." With those words she walked out the front door leaving it wide open. She wondered if he really would come out and get in the car. Phil stood there, lost in limbo. What does he do now? He thought. He slowly crept up to the door and peeked out. Cindy sitting patiently in her car. Mrs. Walters was across the street pulling weeds from her flower garden, and old man Jeffers was sitting on his porch keeping an eye on everything that goes on. That's pretty much all he does now since retiring. He noticed Cindy holding up her arm and checking her watch, and then she turned her head towards the front door as if looking for Phil. He knew his 5 minutes were about up but he just couldn't bring himself to go outside. He ducked back inside before anybody saw him. Phil dropped his head only to notice the wide flare of his super short, frilly, baby dress. He heard some laughing outside and when he looked, he saw a couple of the neighbor kids. Carl and Lisa, brother and sister from down the street. They were younger than Phil so he never played with them. They passed by going on to their final destination, possibly the park or school playground. Phil didn't care one bit either way. Phil was brought back to reality when he noticed Cindy standing in front of him. Her arms crossed and a mad look on her face. She just seemed to appear out of the blue. "Well, what is taking you so long?" "Do I have to pick you up and carry you to the car?" At this point, poor Phil was crying his little heart out. Begging and pleading with Cindy not to do this to him. The blush on his face was all but washed away from tears. He looked a pitiful sight. Cindy relented and set down her keys and purse. She looked down at Phil and said, "Well, since you don't want to go to the park, maybe we can call a bunch of your friends and they can come over." "I'm sure they would love to sit down and play with your dolls." To Phil, that was not an option either, and shook his head no. Then she asked him if he would like to continue studying, or watch Barney again. This question was a no brainer for Phil. He said he would rather hit the books again. Anything, he thought, would be better than going out like this or a Barney video. He put his pacifier back in his mouth, grabbed his school books and sat down on his place on the floor. He started getting into English, trying to separate verbs from nouns, when Cindy placed a baby bottle full of warm water next to him. As she was about to leave, she noticed a paper sticking out from one of his books. She pulled it out and looked it over. "This is your schedule for your tests?" She asked Phil. He nodded yes and she looked it over again. "You told me you had tests all day, everyday." Not thinking, Phil nodded his head again in agreement. She went on, "It says on here, you got six tests, three on Monday, none on Tuesday, two on Wednesday, and one on Thursday." "Each test takes one and a half hours, now Phyllis, what were you going to do the rest of the time?" He replied he would be studying the rest of the time. Not really happy with that answer, she continued, "You lied to me then, didn't you?" Phil didn't dare say anything at this point. He was trying to think up something plausible. "Come with me little girl." She said as she wrapped her fingers around Philips upper arm. She held on with a vice like grip and almost dragged him upstairs to the bathroom. "Sit down there" and pointed to the toilet. He lowered the lid and sat on top. Cindy got a washcloth from the shelf and soaped it real good. Phil had a pretty good idea what she was about to do. He closed his eyes as she told him to "Open wide." Phil was in tears again as Cindy scrubbed his mouth from top to bottom, front to back, and everything in between. An eternity seemed to pass before Cindy finished the job. He was nearly gagging while she rinsed out the cloth. She grabbed the bar of soap and turned again to Phil. "Open," and when he did, she stuck the bar of soap in his mouth. "Keep it there for now." Then she went back to cleaning the sink of thick soap suds. Phil's mind was reeling at this point. He was about to throw up when Cindy removed the soap and told him to rinse. Phil wasted no time in getting to the sink to rinse the nasty taste from his mouth. She grabbed his shoulder in mid stride and stopped him. "I just cleaned that sink, and your not going to mess it up again," she went on pointing to the door, "Use the kitchen sink." Phil wanted to argue, but with a mouth full of Dial soap, he hurried to the kitchen. As soon as Phil left the bathroom, Cindy began laughing out loud as she listened to his bells running down the hall. She slid down on the floor and had a good belly laugh thinking about his misery and what she could do next. After regaining her composure, she went down to the kitchen to check on Phil. He was still leaned over the sink trying to rinse the taste out; the soap itself was long gone. "okay, that's enough wasting water, come over here." She ordered. She lifted his dress and petticoat and stuck a finger into his diaper to check for wetness. He was wet but she decided he could wait for a little while. "You look like your ready for a nap." She said. "I'll change you when you wake up." He didn't need a nap, but then figured he could be alone for a little while. He nodded and Cindy led him upstairs once again to the guest room. She removed his dress and put it back on the hanger and hung it on the door remarking she could wear it when she gets up. She closed the drapes and turned out the light. When Phil was finally alone, he started thinking how it all started, he didn't think long before he was in a deep sleep. At three o'clock, Cindy woke Phil from his nap. Phil couldn't remember, but he felt wetter now than before his nap. Could he have wet more while he was asleep? "Lets get you into some dry clothes before you get up," said Cindy as she gathered up the implements need to change a baby. She pulled his plastic pants down to his ankles and removed the soaked diaper, dropping it in a diaper pail. She cleaned the area with baby wipes and rubbed him down good with a diaper rash cream remarking this will keep baby from getting a nasty rash. Cindy grabbed both his ankles at once and lifted his bottom off the bed, then slid a fresh cloth diaper under his butt. A generous dusting of baby powder and soon Phil was pinned again in his new potty pants. She pulled the plastic pants up over his diapers and sat him up in the bed. Cindy walked to the closed drapes and opened them wide. The sunlight blinded Phil for a second, but soon his eyes adjusted to it. "It is such a pretty day," Cindy said as she returned to where Phil was sitting. "Let's get you dressed," she said as he reached for the yellow baby dress hanging on the closet door. Phil kept his eyes lowered as Cindy raised his arms and lowered the dress about his slender body. "Stand up and turn around," ordered Cindy, "So I can button up the back." Phil complied and did as he was told. She put his "jingle bell socks" back on his feet, along with a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. She combed out his short curls and tied a yellow ribbon in his hair. "There, just perfect," Cindy said as she wrapped her arms around Phil and gave him a big hug. Phil stood there in a mini shock as Cindy released her grip and then gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. "We have some house work to do before your mother gets home," said Cindy as she escorted her new baby girl down the stairs. "You start here in the living room, while I start the laundry," Cindy continued as she handed Phil a feather duster. "Don't forget to move the pictures and dust underneath everything, I will inspect it later." Phil never realized how many small objects were in a room that, collect dust. Phil was careful handling stuff as he sure didn't want to break anything. Cindy headed to the laundry room to get started on her chores. With every step around the room, Phil could hear the bells on his socks tinkle. Seemingly getting louder with each step. About the time he finished, Cindy walked in with the vacuum cleaner and instructed Phil to do the whole floor. He was a little nervous cause all the windows shades were open and any one walking by could look in and possibly see him. Phil scanned the area outside as he approached each window and was glad the coast was clear. He could see Cindy carrying out three baskets of wet clothes and hang them on the line to dry in the pre summer wind. He could see some of his mom's clothes, and some of Cindy's clothes. Then she hung up some of his clothes. Upon closer examination, he noticed they were the clothes he was wearing the day he ran away from home and the frilly panties Cindy made him wear to school. Mrs. Harper must have given his male clothes to his mom when she picked me up. Then the shocker. Next to his clothes, Cindy started hanging up his now clean diapers to dry. That was embarrassing Phil thought. He was glad there was a five foot wooden fence surrounding the yard so passers by could not see in. The big tree on one side provided Phil with many hours of climbing fun and spying on the neighbors. There was also a picnic table next to the tree. "Finished already sweetie," Cindy asked, as she came back inside. Phil nodded his head and looked around the room to ensure he did not miss anything. Cindy strolled around the perimeter of the room, occasionally running a finger across a shelf. "Looks like you did a pretty good job, now you want to go to the park with your friends?" Cindy asked. Shaking his head in the negative, Cindy asked if he wanted to study more for Monday. Phil was getting burned out on studying all the time, but the alternative was to watch another Barney video, something he could not stomach at this time. "Get your books so you can get started," Cindy said with a grin. Phil got his English book and his History notes and headed for his blanket on the floor. Cindy continued, "It's too nice to stay inside today, take your stuff out in the back yard to the picnic table." Phil stared at Cindy like a deer caught in the headlights of a fast moving truck. "I can't go out wearing this," Phil said grabbing at the hem of his dress. Cindy replied very quickly, "Nobody can see you and you're not spending the whole summer inside." A cold sweat ran down our young heroes back. With a pout, Phil picked up his equipment and walked to the sliding glass door leading to the back yard. "This is going to be tricky if I am not careful," Phil thought to himself. Just outside the back door, there was a porch and three steps leading down to ground level. The porch area was not closed in, so anybody looking in his direction could see him momentarily as he traversed the six or so feet to the far edge. Phil stopped just inside the door, and looked outside to the left and to the right. "Why couldn't that fence be two feet higher," Phil thought to himself. He did not see anybody so he slid the door open, and quickly made his way to the steps and down to ground safety. The gentle breeze blew around his bare legs as he made his way to the table under the tree. He set his books down and scanned the area one more time, then sat down on the bench. Cindy slid the door open and in a loud voice asked, "Would you like something to drink Phyllis?" Phil cringed at being called that name and replied with a "yes please." Phil glanced down at his yellow lacy dress. Thoughts raced in and out of his mind as he thought about what would happen if any of his friends saw him. Phil hit the books and started making little side notes about the Spanish American war. Cindy brought out a cup of Kool-Aid with ice in it. "At least its cold," he thought. Cindy stepped back inside to do something and left Phil by himself. Soon, Phil heard an all too familiar sound in the distance. Ratatat, ratatat, the definite sound of the ace of spades clamped to the front wheel of his friend Billy's bike. He could hear the sound getting louder by the second and he knew what was to unfold next. Unknown to Phil, Cindy was sitting just inside the door watching her charge and sipping on her tea. Phil knew Billy was heading to his house, he always does. Phil made a dash for the back door in hopes of getting inside before Billy could see him. Locked. Phil was in a panic. He could see Cindy inside sitting inside with her back to the door. He knocked on the door to get her attention. When Cindy saw Phil race for the door, she put her headphones on from her walkman and made like she couldn't hear him. He couldn't stay long on the porch because someone was sure to see him. Phil jumped back down into the back yard and saw the only place that would offer even the least bit of protection. The tree was next to the fence and the little nook could barely hide him. The clattering got louder and then stopped just outside the gate. There was no lock on the gate so Billy came through like he has a hundred times before, yelling for Phil to come out and play. Cindy stepped out onto the porch with her tea in hand. "Phil can't come out right now, he's studying." She yelled back. "He has stuff to do later so I don't know when he will be free." Satisfied and a little disappointed, Billy left the same way he came in and clattered on down the street looking for others to play with. Phil was in a total sweat as he inched himself out of his hiding hole. Cindy pulled up a patio chair and made herself comfortable on the deck. "You can get back to your studies now Phyllis, he's gone." She said, as she settled back to get some sun. Phil made his way back to the table and tried to resume where he left off. Recent happenings made his mind wander, thinking about what his friend might have said. Some twenty minutes later, Phil was distracted for a moment when he heard Cindy say something. "Hello, my name is Cindy." Moments later Phil heard another voice just above where he sat. "Hello dear, I am Mrs. Sara Davidson, but you can call me Sara." Phil heart rate doubled when he realized his nosy next door neighbor was standing just above him on the other side of the fence. Cindy continued, "I am staying with the Harvey's for awhile and doing some chores around the house in exchange for a place to stay while I am at college." Sara looked over the fence and Phil could see she had a grin on her face as big as that of the Cheshire Cat. "And who is this little sweetheart?" Said Sara to Cindy. Phil was turning beet red when Cindy went on. "Her name is Phyllis; she has come to stay with us for awhile." As Sara's grin got wider, she said, "Isn't she just adorable." Turning to look at Phil, "So much better than that boy that lived here." Cindy spoke up, "Would you like to come over and join me in a glass of iced tea?" "Sure, be right over." She replied. Soon Mrs. Davidson and Cindy were chatting up a storm while Phil got back to his studies. He could hear them talking about how Phil had run away and how Mrs. Harper changed him into a precious little baby girl. A gust of wind caught one of Phil's papers and blew it across the yard. Phil jumped out of his seat to chase down the scrap of needed paperwork. Sara now got a good look at Phil and sat forward in her chair. "Are those diapers he's, I mean she is wearing?" Sara said with a puzzled look. "Yes they are." Replied Cindy. Sara sat back in her chair and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Oh my, that is so precious." Phil retrieved his paper and walked back to his seat. His diapers were a little wet and stuck to his bottom as he walked. Sara and Cindy went on about his diapers and his recent punishments. A short time later, Phil was again brought back to reality when he heard his girl name being called. "Phyllis, would you check the clothes on the line and see if some of them are dry?" He could see Cindy pointing to the line of clothes swaying in the breeze. He walked over to the clothesline and felt a couple of pieces of clothes, carefully steering clear of his hated diapers. "Some are dry." Phil told Cindy. "Okay, here is the basket, put only the dry stuff in here and I'll go fold em." She replied. Phil grabbed the basket from the edge of the porch and carried it to the line. Mrs. Davidson excused herself and went home after watching Phil take down a few items. The dry stuff included items like panties, bras, light weight shirts and dresses. His diapers were almost dry and the blue jeans were still pretty wet. He put the full basket on the edge of the porch and Cindy got up to take it inside. Phil was waiting for a request to come inside also, but that never came, so he turned around and went back to his seat. By now his cup was empty and he was getting thirsty. When Cindy came back outside, Phil held up his cup and requested more please. She motioned for him to come up on the porch. When he got there, she took his cup and told him, "from now on, you will call me Miss. Cindy, and when you answer your mother, you will address her as mother dear, do you understand." Phil nodded that he agreed, and went inside leaving him standing outside. Phil looked around nervously. He could see over the top of the fence into several neighborhood yards. Phil knew if he could see them, they could very easily see him. He hoped Cindy would hurry up before somebody saw him. Several minutes passed by and Phil could not take it anymore. Somebody was sure to see him if he stayed any longer so he ran to the edge of the porch and jumped to the ground. This was common practice for any boy. Seconds later as Phil was walking to his seat, Cindy emerged from the kitchen with his cup of juice. Seeing a chance to have more fun, Cindy yelled to Phil, "Get back up here young lady and walk down those stairs like a proper girl." Phil stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and walked back up the three steps to the top of the deck. Upon reaching the top, she continued. "Now walk down those steps in a civilized manner." Phil did an about face and gingerly walked down the steps. "Do it again," commanded Cindy. Phil walked up and down the steps several times before Cindy gave him his cup and sent him out in the yard. Phil felt extremely foolish in his yellow frock. The diapers underneath caused him to waddle a bit when he walked and he was still keenly aware of the bells on his socks. Phil sat down, took a drink and picked up his pencil. He spent all afternoon outdoors, checking the wash and gathering up the dry ones. He was told earlier that he would be changed when all the clothes were dry, folded and put away. That time was still a ways off, the jeans were still damp, and poor Phil was getting wetter. Sometime later, Phil heard a car pull into the driveway. His mother was home from work. It was several minutes before she appeared on the porch, and looked at her new baby girl at the picnic table. "Would you like a drink Mrs. Harvey?" Cindy asked her as she sat down in the chair occupied earlier by Mrs. Davidson. "Yes dear, that would be nice." She replied as she kicked off her work shoes. Just before Cindy stepped inside, she yelled out to Phil, "Phyllis, come and greet your mother a welcome home, and a hug, just like I showed you earlier." And then disappeared inside. Phil raised himself off his bench and walked up to greet his mother. The grin on her face told Phil she approved of the way Cindy had dressed him. Phil walked up the stairs like he had practiced earlier, and stood in front of his mom. He reached out as his mother sat forward in her chair and gave her a little hug and welcomed her home. When he released her, she started primping and pulling at the hem of his dress and asking questions. "So, what did you do all day?" Phil started to answer that he dusted and vacuumed the house when she turned him around and stuck a finger under the leg band of his plastic pants. She removed it without saying anything and adjusted the bow on the back of his dress. He was turned back around facing his mother when he finished telling her he studied all afternoon. "Do you think your going to pass your tests?" She asked him. "Yes mother dear, I am sure I will pass, I have studied a lot." Phil remembered what Cindy told him about addressing his mother. "You can just call me mommy, okay sweetheart," as she reached out to pat down a few curls on his head. A little embarrassed by this turn of events, Phil raised his head and replied, "Okay mommy." Cindy returned with Mrs. Harvey's drink and handed it to her as Phil was returning to his books. Cindy walked out to the table and stood next to Phil. "Are you tired of studying, you've been at it all afternoon?" Phil nodded with a "yes Miss. Cindy." "Okay, gather your books and put them on the porch, then check the laundry." Phil complied with her instruction and did as he was told. The jeans were the last thing on the line and they were finally dry. Phil thought it's a good thing it didn't rain; he would never get his wet diapers changed. Clothes folded and put away, Cindy returned and grabbed Phil by the hand and took him inside for a much needed changing. As they passed through the kitchen, he could smell chicken. It was in a bucket his mother must have picked up on her way home. "We might as well get you ready for bed; you can eat after we change you." She said to him as they headed up the stairs to Phil's new nursery. She sat on the side of the bed and started undoing the back of Phil's dress. First the bow, then the several buttons that enclosed him in his frilly prison. She pulled it over his head and tossed it in the hamper. She laid out a changing pad for Phil to lie on, which he promptly did. Since he wouldn't be changed till morning, Cindy made sure his diapers were extra thick. She removed his nursery print baby pants and tossed them in the hamper along with the dress. She unpinned the diapers and put then in his diaper pail. She then cleaned his area with baby wipes and slid a night diaper under his bottom. It was really thick Phil thought, as she pulled it up between his legs and pinned it tight. Next, came a pair of thick opaque rubber pants with a touch of pink coloring. She pulled them over his ankles and up his legs. Phil found it no use trying to resist, so he lifted his hips so Cindy would have no trouble pulling up the rubber pants. "Good baby," she said as she produced a big smile, and continued. "If you stay a good baby and do as your told, maybe we can talk about your punishment," she went on, "but that is still a ways off." She sat him up and put a short baby doll nightie on him. "We can leave your shoes on for now, I like listening to the bells." Dinner was served at the picnic table. Phil waddled out to the table and made himself comfortable as best as he could. The diapers made him feel like he was sitting on a big pile of rags. Mrs. Harvey was already laying out the paper plates and plastic flatware. Phil knew he had this meal licked. You have to eat chicken with your fingers. Phil wouldn't mind this at all. Cindy walked from the kitchen carrying Phil's bib which she tied around his neck. Two pieces of chicken, cole slaw, baked beans and a biscuit were put on Phil's plate. Phil was hungry and dove in with a passion. It didn't matter that he didn't have a fork; he knew he would be messy before he was finished. All was quiet for a while when Cindy spoke up, "Mrs. Davidson was over here this afternoon." Mrs. Harvey seemed a little concerned as Cindy continued. "We sat on the porch and chatted for some time while Phyllis did her studies." "She told me she is all for dressing boys as little girls. Mrs. Harvey's eyes lit up when Cindy told her she would love to baby sit sometimes. Adding, "at no charge." Phil thought it wouldn't be long before he was in her merciless clutches. He scanned the top of the fence perimeter several times to make sure nobody was peeking over the top. Dinner over with, Phil was grateful there were no dirty dishes to wash. The only thing messy was his face and his hands as he was not given any napkins. He cleaned up the table and threw the trash in the outside garbage can, then joined the ladies in the living room. His mother motioned for him to lay across her lap. Once laid down, she produced a baby bottle full of warm milk and a stuffed teddy bear in his arms for him to hold. He drank it down rather quickly only to find another one to follow. The television was playing some love story that did not interest Phil in the least. When he was finished, he was set in between the two girls. Cindy put his pacifier in his mouth and resumed watching the TV. He could not bring his legs together because of the bulky diapers, so he spent this time pulling at the hem of his nightie. Sitting down allowed the ruffled hem of his baby doll to barely cover his diapers. He could not put his feet up on the furniture, he had shoes on and that was strictly forbidden. Phil lost interest in the happenings on TV, and soon his mind was thinking about other things. He still hasn't come up with a solution to tell his buddy's at school about his new hair do. He also began wondering about Nancy. How was she coping with being turned into a baby girl too? Phil thought, at least she is a girl and is used to wearing dresses, and that part won't be as bad as what Phil had endured. Some thirty minutes later, Phil's mom noticed he was getting fidgety and tired. "You ready for bed sweetie?" His mom asked Phil in a mommy sort of way. As Phil was about to answer, a big yawn replaced the words and that told mom it was time for her new little one to retire for the night. Turning to Cindy, "Would you take her upstairs and put her in bed, I'll be up in a minute." "Sure Mrs. Harvey." She said as she grabbed Phil by the hand and escorted him upstairs. Phil had a good idea what his mother was doing. Cindy led him into the spare bedroom and led him to the bed. Phil sat on the side of the bed while Cindy removed his shoes and noisy socks and the ribbon from his hair. Phil had completely forgotten about the yellow bow atop his curls. As Phil slid in under the blankets, he could feel something different under the sheet. It was a plastic mattress cover, similar to ones put on cribs to keep the mattress from staining. Cindy pulled the covers over his body and brushed away an imaginary hair from his forehead. "Tomorrow after church, your mom has some errands to run and we have some chores for you to do." Cindy said. Phil and his mom go to church regularly every Sunday morning. Cindy did not attend church so she would spend that quiet time studying for her own classes. "Miss Cindy, can I ask you a question?" Phil asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer. Cindy smiled and said, "Sure, what is it?" Phil continued with his question, "Will I have to wear a dress to church tomorrow?" Cindy smiled and sat up straight on the bed. She was about to answer when Mrs. Harvey came into the room. "Here you go sweetie, a nice warm bottle of milk for bed." Mrs. Harvey announced as she neared Phil and plugged the nipple into his mouth. Cindy spoke up, "Mrs. Harvey, Phyllis was just asking if she could wear a pretty dress to church tomorrow." Before Mrs. Harvey could answer, Phil pulled out his bottle when he realized Cindy had completely changed his question around and interrupted, "Mom, that's not what I said. I don't want to wear a dress tomorrow." His mother replied as she replaced the bottle in Phil's mouth. "No, you won't have to this time, but your actions in the future will dictate when and if you ever do." Cindy excused herself and left the room. Mrs. Harvey sat quietly on the side of the bed and tenderly looked at him while Phil finished his bottle. "Mommy, why do I have to dress like this?" Phil asked remembering how to address his mother. She put his pacifier in his mouth and replied, "That was a very bad thing you did running away. I was worried sick about you." She went on. "You were getting to be such a terror, and getting disrespectful to everyone. Mrs. Harper discovered the same thing in just a few hours." "She had a very ingenious method of taking care of it and I am just continuing it." She said as she tucked him in for the night, kissed his forehead, and turned out the lights. Again the door was left wide open. The warm milk made Phil drowsy and soon he was sound asleep. At two thirty four, Phil woke up with a desperate urge to relieve himself. He started to get up and use the john, and then realized he was not allowed to use it. He settled back in bed and let loose. He felt the warm liquid collect at the lowest point, and drifted back into lala land. He woke again at about seven thirty. Phil could hear some chatting and laughter coming from downstairs. Phil could not hear what was being said, but he was quite sure they were talking about him. His bladder was full again and this time he relaxed and further soaked his night diapers. He rolled onto his stomach this time because the back of his diaper was cold and clammy by now. The talking stopped and Phil heard somebody coming up the stairs. Seconds later, his mother peeked around the corner to see if he was awake. In those few moments, Phil found his pacifier and put it in his mouth. He hated having to suck on it like a baby. "Good morning sweetie, time to get up." His mother said in a chipper voice. He could see she was carrying her usual morning cup of coffee. Mrs. Harvey pulled back the covers with her free hand and grabbed Phil by the hand and led him to the hall. "I'm going to take a shower, you go on down to the kitchen, Cindy is making breakfast, and then you can take a bath." She let go of his hand and gave him a very gentle swat on his diapered butt. She watched as he toddled down the short hall and down the stairs. A smile crossed her face as she turned and headed for the shower. Phil walked into the kitchen. He could tell Cindy was also in a merry mood. Phil thought to himself, why not, they both had him to humiliate. "Good morning pumpkin, sleep well." She asked. Phil nodded his head in the affirmative as the pacifier was still in place. Cindy removed his pacifier and laid it on the table next to where he sat. Phil sat in his usual spot, the phone books still in place. Cindy placed a bottle in front of him then fixed him a bowl of cereal. Phil was glad Cindy provided him with a spoon this time, and of course, a pink bib. This spoon was made of pink plastic. Better than nothing, Phil thought, and downed his breakfast. "Did you do number two yet?" Cindy asked him as she did not smell anything this morning. Phil shook his head no then Cindy continued, "You had better do it soon, we don't want you messing in church." He knew she was right and after he finished eating, he concentrated on doing his business. It wasn't long before he felt the first urge hit. Phil got down from his make shift high chair and stood next to the table. Cindy took his bib off and said he could go into the living room if he wanted. He took her up on her offer and before he left the room, she put his pacifier back in his mouth. Once in the living room, Phil felt more urges coming. He dreaded having to mess in them. Soon the morning duty was over and Phil stood looking out a window not at anything in particular. He was sure he did not want to sit down and further spread the stinky mess in his diapers. A short time later, Mrs. Harvey came down the stairs dressed in a flowing lavender robe tied securely by a wide sash. "Ready for your bath?" His mother asked