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Whoopsies, Chapter 2 ? By: Beverly Taff The following week proved progressively more traumatic for me. Several times I accidentally wet my panties and Miss Jones worked miracles in keeping my little problem a secret. Sadly though, my lack of control completely failed me. On the Friday morning of that second week I finally disgraced myself. I fouled my panties in the playground and became the laughing stock of the whole school. As the mess leaked down my leg the frills of my panties were dragged below my short trousers and everybody could see that had been wearing girl?s frilly panties under my shorts. My misery was complete and I collapsed into Mummy Jones?s arms when she came to collect me after school. I had completely lost any semblance of control and I blubbered hopelessly all the way home. Even Pauline?s attempts to reassure me came to naught. My self-confidence was so shattered that I automatically clambered into a nappy and waterproof panties immediately upon arriving home. I was resigned to being permanently in nappies for the rest of my life. I would never be able to attend normal school and I would have to stay at home like an untrained toddler until some sort of cure was found. There was an upside though to this situation. The consolation was that Mummy Jones was ever so indulgent. Now, in the secrecy of my new home, I could always dress up in beautiful frillies and indulge my transvestism full time. That night, Mummy Jones gauged my mood exactly and read us a special story about a little boy who became a little girl. I was fascinated and couldn?t stop interrupting. I constantly asked Mummy Jones if it was really possible to change from a boy into a girl and would it stop me needing nappies. Mummy Jones just smiled softly and gently stroked my head as if to reassure me. I fell asleep that evening dreaming of all sorts of magic that could change me. The next morning was Saturday and I woke as usual in Pauline?s bed to find the sun streaming through Pauline?s bedroom window. She was lying nestled up to me with a sweet innocent smile on her petal soft lips and her hands flung out in abandon across the pillow. She mumbled softly then stirred and the frilly skirts of her ?tutu-like baby-grow? rustled provocatively against mine as she turned and pressed her face against mine. I gently kissed her little red ?bee-sting? lips then she let out a soft sigh and turned towards the window. Next she pushed her soft frilly panties against my tummy and we squeezed together like two spoons in a drawer. I couldn?t help running my fingers through the heavenly gauze of our tutu skirts until my hand came to rest on her chest and she snuggled up tight against me. The frilly skirts popped up between us and tickled my nose causing me to sneeze. This sound told Mummy Jones that we were awake. She entered to find us spooned in our affectionate embrace and smiled as she sat beside us on the bed. ?Have you slept well?? she whispered softly. I nodded sleepily and Pauline just cooed softly as she pressed even closer into the fold of my body. ?Well you can lie there a little longer but don?t become a pair of lie- abeds. The sun is shining and it?s a beautiful day.? So saying she opened the window wider and the bird-song burst into our room. (I had now come to think of it as ?our bedroom? for every night I shared Pauline?s bed.) The bird-song reminded me of my old farm and for a moment, I imagined myself in my own bed of long ago. Then I came back to reality as I sniffed the telltale whiff of soiled nappies. I hoped it was Pauline but then I felt the warm sticky sensation in my own nappy and realised that I certainly needed changing, as in all probability, did Pauline. Mummy Jones smiled and sniffed slightly and confirmed our mutual circumstances. ?Come on my babies. You both need changing.? A resigned tear leaked down my cheek as I carefully manoeuvred myself out of bed to avoid sitting in my nappy and squeezing the mess around even further. Mummy Jones recognised my efforts and smiled encouragement. ?I wouldn?t worry about a messy botty my little chick-a-biddy. Both of you smell as though you?ve filled your nappies. Now sit with your backs to me as I unlace the outer bodices of your baby-grows.? I was compelled to sit in my own mess as it squished around inside my nappy and Mummy Jones patiently unlaced the ribbons that tied the bodice of my outer tutu. Then she unbuttoned each individual button up the back of my frilly baby-grow. Finally she left the single metal clasp fastening the back of my collar to stop my baby-grow slipping down to the floor as I waddled to the bathroom. I was free to go to the bathroom but Mummy Jones signaled to me to wait as she gently lifted Pauline on to her lap. I stood with my legs bandied awkwardly trying to stop the whoopsies spreading out of the nappy and staining my frilly baby-grow. I knew from Mummy Jones?s hard work, that the large gauze skirts and countless frills took ages to dry if they were soiled. Mummy Jones unlaced the outer bodice of Pauline?s tutu cum baby-grow then turned to me and smiled as she recognised my discomfort. ?Don?t worry about the whoopsies darling. Mummy Jones will always be here to help you. There, that?s Pauline?s laces untied and the top fastener freed. Now you can go together to the bathroom and help each other like good little sisters should. I?ve undone the top clip on Pauline?s collar to make it easier for you. Neither of you can undo those clasps with your mittens hampering your little fingers. You can undo the rest of Pauline?s buttons then she can slip off her sleeves and mittens so she can undo your collar clasp darling. Good little sisters always help each other and Pauline?s fingers are still too clumsy for the buttons.? I glanced sharply at Mummy Jones and wondered why she had called us sisters?. Despite my liking dresses and frocks, I was still a boy. When I played in the garden in my frilly frocks, some of my games were quite energetic. Pauline loved to join in and she always squealed with delicious pleasure if I teased her. Mummy Jones caught my glance about ?being sisters? but simply smiled enigmatically and patted my frilly bottom. Pauline waddled past me and I followed her to the Bathroom. There, despite still being encumbered with the clumsy mittens, I patiently unbuttoned the row of buttons down Pauline?s baby grow. She simply stood patiently cooing her affections and giggling as my mittens tickled her back. Finally I peeled the top part off her shoulders then tugged the snug fitting sleeves and mittens down her extended arms. Pauline turned to face me and giggled as she wiggled her plump little fingers to demonstrate her freedom. It was now my turn to be freed so I turned my back gratefully to her as she gripped the stiff spring on my collar fastener. It was strange how Pauline was generally weaker and smaller than me but her little pudgy fingers were somehow stronger. With a little grunt, she freed the stiff metal fastener at the back of my collar and then helped to peel my baby grow down to my waist. Then she turned me around to face her and she tugged at my sleeves and mittens. Finally I was free and I smiled as I reciprocated her little finger wiggling gesture. After finally unbuttoning our ?tutu baby-grows, we carefully peeled them off to avoid getting them soiled. Fortunately, the special way that Mummy Jones folded our nappies kept the mess contained within our nappies. Nothing had leaked out to stain the frilly tutus. We folded them neatly then set about tackling the stiff nappy pins to remove each other?s nappy. Neither of us could individually reach around our backs and undo the safety pins. The effort of simultaneously holding the folded nappy waistbands open whilst releasing the oversized pins was beyond our ability. The task required at least three baby-sized hands. My fingers were only just strong enough to squeeze the pins firmly with two hands whilst Pauline held her folded waistband open. As I struggled with the clasp of the pin, I wondered if my fingers were actually growing weaker. Pauline also struggled with my pins. She compensated for her clumsiness with having stronger fingers but she had to fumble and fidget to get at my pins and release them. It was always a nervous moment for me before she finally released me from my nappy. I went in fear of having my bottom pricked by the super-sized pins. It was obvious our mutual circumstances had made us a matched pair. My fingers were not strong enough to hold the nappy and release the pins simultaneously, whilst Pauline?s fingers were too clumsy to squeeze and free the pins with one hand. Every morning as we were woken in our tutu cum baby-grows, an adult would first have to release the laces before we could undress each other. With our nappies now off, we stood before each other naked and giggled innocently. Now we were finally free to indulge ourselves in the hot spacious shower. As we stepped into the outsized cubicle, we were delighted to find that Mr Jones had employed a plumber to install another telephone style nozzle. We now had one each and we were free to spray each other simultaneously. First we sprayed the muck from our bodies then we shampooed ourselves and rinsed each other absolutely clean. Then we ?played? eagerly with the delicious warm water nozzles over our ?tickly bits?. Mornings were becoming real fun times and we squealed with unabated delight. Finally, Mummy Jones arrived and instructed us to finish playing. Reluctantly we stepped into the soft wrap-around bath towels and scampered back to our bedroom. Pauline?s bedroom had become ?our room? and now I never used my bedroom except to store my new frilly clothes in my large walk-in wardrobe. Whilst we had showered, Mummy Jones had laid out our Saturday clothes on Pauline?s bed and we clambered onto the beds like the obedient children we were. Both of us lay on our backs with our legs parted expectantly to have our fresh clean nappies fastened by Mummy Jones. By now I had resigned myself to wearing nappies for a long time. In just two weeks, I seemed to have lost all control. In the first week, my face would have crimsoned with shame as Mummy Jones rubbed my ?tickly bits? and bottom with baby cream, but now I was resigned to the indignity. It was either cream around my privates or a very sore bottom from nappy rash. As I lay with my legs parted like a newborn, Pauline gazed at my submissive obedient vulnerable posture and smiled knowingly. Now she had both a friend and brother exactly like her. Her smile widened and she stretched across to kiss me before Mummy Jones rotated me onto my tummy and fastened the back of my nappy her special way to prevent it working loose. Then she motioned to Pauline and it was her turn to have her nappy fixed. As an anatomy lesson there was little better than watching Mummy Jones gently rubbing the baby cream into Pauline?s ?tickly? and it was my turn to kiss Pauline?s soft cheek as she was similarly rotated onto her tummy. Next came a simple pair of plain, white, soft, elasticated, waterproof panties that didn?t even rustle. Mummy Jones caught the disappointment in my eyes then smiled. ?What?s the matter pet?? I mumbled softly. ?They?ve got no frills.? ?Oh never mind that darling,? she whispered while kissing my tummy, ?Mummy?s got a special treat to day because it?s Saturday.? This silenced me and I watched Pauline also having her soft plain waterproof panties drawn up her extended legs. Then to my delight, Mummy Jones produced some beautiful plain white opaque tights and carefully rolled them down to make ?rabbit holes? with the toes. With a twinkle in her eye she whispered a little rhyme to Pauline? ?Show me the rabbit!? Pauline gurgled with expectation and stuck out her foot with her toes wriggling. Mummy Jones tickled Pauline?s foot then recited the little poem. ?Wiggle her ears, Wiggle her nose, Wiggle her toes And in she goes!? Pauline giggled then squealed with delight as she extended her pointed toes and Mummy Jones gently eased Pauline?s feet into the ?rabbit holes?. Softly she smoothed the tights up to Pauline?s waist and my ?sister? looked for the whole world like a little ballerina. Mummy Jones caught my envious gaze then smiled as she gave a little encouraging laugh and whispered softly. ?D?you want tights as well?? I lowered my eyes in shame but I could not resist the idea of wearing tights. I nodded self-consciously and Mummy Jones reached for my pile of clothes. For a moment she paused and I gazed hopefully into her eyes. Then she slipped her hand under my pile of clothes and with a flourish, she produced a cellophane bag containing a brand new pair of thick, white, silky, opaque tights. I grinned with pleasure and she motioned me to lie on my back as she repeated the little rabbit rhyme. ?Wiggle his ears, Wiggle his nose, Wiggle his toes, And in he goes!? I felt a little silly but it was nice poem and I eagerly pointed my toes. Pauline shrieked with delight and squealed as she bent down to give me a long sloppy kiss. A fricassee of pleasure surged through my body as Mummy Jones slithered the tights up my legs until they were snugly fitted over the bulging trainer panties and stretched comfortably around my waist. The tights fitted perfectly and I shimmied my thighs together to savour the delightfully smooth sensation as the silky material encased my baby smooth legs. Pauline recognised my pleasure and she gave me long hug as she smoothed her petal soft hands all over my upper body. The combined sensations of her soft silky tights whispering against mine and our baby soft bare torsos gently caressing each other sent delightful feelings shuddering through our bodies. For a few moments we sat embracing each other by the open window and our bare nipples hardened slightly in the cool of the morning air. As our stiff little nipples nubbed against each other, Pauline gave a little gasp of delight and sagged slightly in my embrace. Then Mummy Jones interrupted our indulgences and resumed dressing us. ?Never mind playing you silly little girls. We?ve got to get dressed and be out by eleven o?clock. We?re going to inspect the new school today.? ?What? D?you mean Miss Evans?s new school?? I asked uncertainly. ?Yes darling, the very same, Pauline will be starting with you on Monday and you will be two of Mrs Evans?s first pupils. Today we?re going to look at the new school. I think you?ll like it.? Eager to see Miss Evans again, I stood on the bed and pranced excitedly in my new tights before stepping nimbly into my splendid new tutu. Mummy Jones gave me an affectionate hug then fastened it up the back. This time my hands were free and I couldn?t resist running my hands through the mass of frills and organza underskirts. Pauline reacted in a like manner for she was similarly encased in these magical creations and we both shuddered with delight as we gazed at each other and ruffled our frills. Mummy finally slipped the frothy short party frocks over our tutu under-slips and fastened them up our backs. We were now both firmly cocooned in our fantasy creations. Without help to unfasten the backs, we would never be able to get out of them. Despite our ?imprisonment? we cared not at all. With wide-eyed pleasure we both gazed dreamily into the large bedroom mirror. With our new silky white tights encasing our legs we looked and felt like prima ballerinas. In our dreams we both felt like the swan in ?Swan Lake?. Our bulging frilly tutu bottoms did nothing to disguise the oversized nappies underneath. In fact, when we bent over, the nappy bulge under our frilly bottoms exactly resembled the tufted bottom of a swan when it dabbled in the pond with its head down and tail up. After buckling on some beautiful white patent leather ?Mary Jane?s? we were ready to have our hair brushed. Pauline of course, had a head full of luxuriously thick blond ringlets that tumbled below her shoulder blades. Mummy Jones spent a goodly time gently playing the hair dryer over Pauline?s head as she brushed the dampness out of Pauline?s tumbling curls. I watched fascinated and a little envious until Mummy Jones turned to me and gave my short hair a brief whisk with the brush before pronouncing me ready. As we waddled down the hall to the landing I whispered hopefully, ?Mummy, can I grow hair like Pauline?s?? ?Of course you can darling. It?s just a matter of time my little petal.? I couldn?t resist stroking Pauline?s beautiful, soft, golden bouncing ringlets and she turned to smile at me as she gave them a shake. ?D?you like ?em?? she asked proudly. I nodded enviously and she gave me a kiss to help compensate for my tonsorial deficiency. ?You hair?s a nice colour,? she observed. I smiled agreeably. My hair was a beautiful platignum blond but it was short and straight, not long and curly like Pauline?s.? As we arrived for breakfast, Mr Jones was busy serving out our cereal and fruit juice. He was wearing a frilly pinafore but that was quite normal and neither Pauline nor I thought anything of it. As we sat in our high chairs, Mrs Jones explained her plans. ?We?ll go and visit the school then perhaps meet some of the other pupils.? She noticed my fearful stare and smiled encouragingly and said, ?Don?t be frightened pet. The other children are just the same as you and Pauline. It?s a special school and you?ll all be the same.? I had heard of special schools for the disabled before. One of my classmates from my very first school had a disabled brother. This boy was taken by a special bus every morning and dropped off each evening. I presumed therefore, that there were all sorts of different ?special schools?. As we clambered into the car I was surprised to find an extra baby seat. I turned questioningly to Mummy Jones but she simply smiled and motioned with her head. ?It?s for you darling. We don?t want you getting hurt if there?s an accident. If you and your parents had been strapped in during the accident, you would still be living together on your farm.? I shuddered as the memory of the accident came back and I immediately clambered into the safety of my new baby-seat. My frock and tutu immediately ballooned up and I sat like a giant flower in the seat with all the gauze and frills ballooning up around my face. I watched as Pauline was placed in her seat and giggled for she looked exactly the same. Mummy Jones looked as though she was delivering two giant white dahlias to a flower show. This time Daddy Jones drove us and we arrived at our new school not far from our house. It was several miles up a narrow private lane and even further back in the woods than the Jones house. It would never have been discovered from the road. Nevertheless, it was a brightly painted cheerful place and Pauline and I exchanged happy glances as we spotted the familiar face of Miss Mary Evans waiting by the front door. She smiled as she freed Pauline out of her baby-seat whilst Mummy Jones released me from my buckles and straps. ?So this is the beautiful Pauline,? observed Mary Evans with a soft smile. ?Are you going to enjoy my new school?? Pauline nodded eagerly and extended her lips for the usual kiss of affection she received whenever anybody picked her up. Miss Evans did not disappoint us and she gave Pauline a tight hug before setting her down gently. Then she bent down and kissed me before taking our hands and leading us waddling into the school. Inside, we were introduced to the rest of the children. Firstly there was another pair of sweet little sisters who looked about the same age as Pauline and me. It was hard to tell though because they were also dressed like us their in frilly party frocks. There was also a pair of twin sisters who were a little younger than us and two other girls who were about Pauline?s age. Finally, there was a single boy who was the same size as Pauline. Unlike the rest of us, he was dressed in a blue romper baby- grow that resembled a sailor?s uniform. He also had a dummy comforter that seemed permanently stuck in his mouth. Eagerly the other children all waddled towards us for they were all wearing nappies under their outfits. Immediately we all embraced each other and started chatting and giggling as we compared our frocks. Only the little boy seemed reluctant to talk but that was always the way with ?boys?! After revealing his name as Colin, he immediately returned his dummy (comforter) to his mouth. Nevertheless, he proved to be affectionate and joined in with our lessons and games despite appearing to be the only boy. We all spoke about ourselves and learned that we were five, six or seven. I was the second oldest after Marjorie who was only a few weeks older and slightly smaller than me. Marjorie?s sister Delia, was only five, a year younger than Pauline. Being as that day was the school?s first day of opening, things were still a bit disorganised. There was another very pretty teacher called Jacqueline who proved to be every bit as kind and sweet as Mary. It was her job to arrange our desks and set up the classroom. Colin immediately adopted a ?boy?s? role and tried to help Jackie to arrange the desks. Sadly he was not strong enough to move the desks and it eventually fell to Jacky to complete the task. Colin was a little crestfallen at discovering he was too weak to move the desks so he joined us girls as we set about making the little classroom pretty and comfortable. We gave the dolls a special corner at the back whilst Jackie arranged a special changing table near the door to her stockroom. There was also an en-suite toilet but it seemed superfluous for our class?s needs. None of us could control our bowels and we all needed nappies. Then we learned that it was also a laundry room for the soiled nappies. There was also a shower in case any of us made a big mess in our nappies. We learned that we would always have to wash our soiled nappies because Miss Evans maintained a strictly green policy of not employing disposable nappies. For boys and girls alike, one of our first lessons was going to be ?how to launder our nappies?. ?Babies you may be my darlings,? encouraged Mary, ?but you?ll have to learn to be mummy?s little helpers.? This made us feel quite ?grown up? and we all felt a little better as we learned we were not going to be completely helpless babies for the rest of our lives. Mary and Jackie were simply preparing us for the practical side of nappy wetting. Fortunately, Pauline and I were already able to remove our own nappies so we proved to be the stars of the first lesson. Mary and Jackie deftly undid our frocks and tutus then we stood in a row with only our trainer pants and nappies. Each child had to take the next child?s nappy and unfold the back of it just as Pauline and I had learned at home. At first, the other children fumbled clumsily with their nappy pins until Mary and Jackie showed them what to do. The first lesson took the rest of the morning as children struggled with the stiff giant pins but eventually we all stood naked. To my surprise and relief, Marjorie?s younger ?sister? Delia also proved to have a little boy?s pee-pee so I was not to be embarrassed or shamed by my unusual circumstances. In later years, Delia and I were to become firm friends because even on that first day we had immediately recognised our particularly vulnerable mutual circumstance. As we stood in a naked line to be nappied, we two had shyly lowered our hands to hide our little girly pee-pees whilst Colin had boldly left his on show. Pauline and I were made ?Nappy monitors? because of our pre-learned skills at home. Every morning in future, it would be our job to make sure the fresh laundered nappies and pins were placed neatly beside Miss Jacqueline?s changing table. After all having learned to remove our nappies, we all stood naked in an obedient line as Mary and Jackie lifted us up one by one and lay us on the changing table. They used exactly the same technique as Mummy Jones to wrap us in fresh clean nappies. We were all required to lie on our backs on the changing table with our legs spread open as the nappy was placed under our bottoms then folded as required either for boy or girl. Then we were each turned on our tummies to have the big pins made tight under the back fold of the nappy. Replacing the nappies with the special folds at the back would always make impossible for any child to remove the nappy by itself. To put on a new nappy we would each have to be placed on the changing table and secured by Mary or Jackie just like our mummies did. This of course served to reinforce our dependency upon adults but we little realised it at the time. We all knew that each of us children was used to this procedure at home so we quickly became used to being ?spread-eagled? on the changing table in front of the rest of the class. Our bottoms were cleaned and our ticklys creamed in front of the rest of the class with no heed paid to our dignity. Our new school was certainly preparing us to get used to the necessary intimacies of nappy wearing. After a few months, there was not a single child amongst us who had not helped Mary or Jackie to clean and cream every other one of our classmates. Nudity and gender had ceased to be an issue it was all a matter of hygiene and necessity. After that first week of getting used to all the intimacies associated with nappies, we finally settled down to other lessons. Although our class was more like a cr?che in terms of child-care and rearing, Miss Evans proved to have high academic standards. All the children enjoyed the lessons and the curriculum proved to be much broader than an ordinary school. By the end of the first year we would have been considered far ahead of our contemporaries academically if we had ever been confronted with the same exams. On the other front however, we remained childlike and innocent in our social progress. We also failed to notice that we were not growing physically larger nor were our motor skills improving. We had no external yardstick to compare ourselves. What we did not know was that there was a very real reason for this. Not one of us had grown a single centimetre throughout the first year and all of us were as incontinent as ever. None of us was yet able to tie our laces or undo any simple knots. It was as if we were to remain like little children forever. Indeed, Colin had actually physically regressed slightly and, despite his masculinity, he now had trouble walking more than a few steps before he had to catch his balance. He made light of it though and giggled when he stumbled forward or ?plopped? clumsily down onto his bottom. Fortunately, the thick folds of his extra large nappies always served to soften the impact and he would giggle at his clumsiness. Occasionally though he would stumble and graze his knee, then he would run crying to Jackie for comfort. Boy he may be, but the slightest pain sent him running for a cuddle. If Mary or Jackie were not available, Colin inevitably sought Marjorie, the oldest girl and ?big sister? of our class. Inevitably, Marjorie would give him an affectionate hug and squeeze him to her breast until the hurt became bearable. Delia and I, despite being the ?sissies? of the class, rarely stumbled or hurt ourselves, this was mainly because we were not as boisterous as Colin and we never indulged in any nasty, rough boy games. We always preferred to play with the girls and nurse the dolls. During the summer holidays, Marjorie and Delia went on holiday with Pauline and I. We spent a delightful time together and returned to school to find that another class had been created. We were now the ?second years?. By now our suspicions should have been raised for we were no larger or stronger than the first years. The only advantage we had was more education. Still in our innocence and naivety we little realised we were been fed special doses of growth retardant steroids in our school lunches. These drugs served to prevent our bones growing whilst allowing other aspects of maturity to progress. However the oldest of us was still only eight so there was little or no other development except that our bodies refused to grow. In our frilly frocks and rompers we still looked like the kindergarten class. In the second year things began to get a little stranger. Once again it was Colin who first began to show the symptoms. He started having ?teething problems? and he started refusing his food. He said it made his tummy sore. Jacky quickly offered him some milk and he took it gratefully but drank it clumsily, actually spilling more than he swallowed. We put this down to his teeth hurting but a few days later, he arrived in school with two of his teeth missing. He showed the teeth to us and also the shiny silver coins that the ?tooth fairy? had left under his pillow. His jaw was still inflamed so Jacky gave him a bottle with a teat to drink his milk and he sucked greedily at it until all the milk was gone. Then he looked hopefully towards Jacky for more and Jacky willingly obliged. Colin eventually finished off two whole bottles of warm milk. The next week all of us had inflamed jaws and several children had been visited by the ?tooth fairy?. The whole class began to have tummy aches when they ate adult food and Jacqueline now had to give every one of us warm milk. None of us could digest adult food. By the end of the month, none of us had any teeth and we were all happy to take our milk through a teat because we found sucking to be the easiest technique with our mouths. Somehow our mouths were becoming clumsier and solid food kept squeezing from our mouths and dribbling down our new bibs. Even at home we could not chew our food and we had all retrograded back to full milk diets. If anybody looked in on the second year class, it would have looked more like a baby cr?che than the first year class. Instead of sitting in high chairs and spooning our baby food from unbreakable plastic bowls, as we had done in our first year, we were now lying on our backs and greedily sucking milk through teats. We did not know it was the retrograde hormones added to our food and that we were now permanently fixed so that we could only suck milk from teats for the rest of our lives. Our teeth were gone forever and our gums had reformed to keep our cheeks filled instead of collapsing inwards like a toothless old crones. For the rest of our lives all we could do was suck and not chew. These retrograde physical developments continued throughout our childhood and in the third year we discovered that we always wanted a comforter in our mouths unless we were talking or sucking from a bottle. Our tongues became clumsier and we all spoke with childlike lisps although our vocabulary improved in leaps and bounds. It seemed our intellects continued growing to adulthood whilst our physical abilities were either stuck in toddler mode or slowly moving back to babyhood. Indeed by the fourth year the whole school, which now numbered several dozen, all looked roughly the same age despite being several years apart in age. Our vertical growth remained stunted and we all resembled six or seven-year-olds, although we still had to wear nappies of course. It was only in our fifth year we started to notice certain more important changes in our bodies. Firstly we all began to develop soft little swellings around our nipples as they started to grow and become sensitive. Eventually, Marjorie and I found that we could not stand the irritation of our bodices and we told our mummies that our titties were becoming too tickly and sore. The following Monday, our mummies took us to see Miss Evans and a visiting doctor in the school surgery. This lady was the school?s visiting doctor and looked after the general health of the school.Gently our mummies released the bodice laces of our tutu baby-grows and lowered them to our waists. The doctor smiled encouragement and gently inspected our development. Our titties were gently ?tested? and we both gave off throaty gasps of pleasure as our little knees sagged. The adults exchanged knowing glances and smiled to each other as the lady doctor nodded sagely. ?Well young ladies, we think it?s time that you two were given special tutus.? Mary reached forward delicately and smiled into my eyes as she cupped my titties and I stared down at my growing cleavage. ?Is that nice darling?? she asked. I nodded silently as her inquisitive fingers deftly slid the backs of her nails over my rigid titties and I gasped again with delight. ?Oh! Oh-ooh! Yes Miss Jones. That?s nice!? I rasped throatily. I had never felt such exquisite sensations and my little pee-pee was rock hard inside my nappy. I squirmed to ?adjust? the front of my nappy and Mummy Jones caught my eye as she smiled. ?We?d better get you home darling. I think that new tutu is needed immediately.? I found my hands drifting eagerly to my frilly tutu crotch, as I desperately needed to ?relieve? the strange urgency in my pee-pee. To my frustration, the nappy was too thick to allow me to get at my pee-pee and I was left ?hanging? in limbo as my pee-pee demanded attention. Marjorie was also fidgeting secretively as she squeezed her thighs tight together and banged her knees in frustration. Her thick nappy simply prevented her from pressing her tickly with her fingers and she was also left ?hanging? like me. For a brief moment I thought she had suddenly re- discovered the urge to pee but then she kept thumping her knees together as her hand fidgeted with her own frilly crotch. I was puzzled by her reactions until I realised that the lady doctor had done exactly the same thing to Marjorie?s little titties as Miss Evans had done to mine. I suddenly realised that Marjorie must be experiencing a similar urge in her little tickly as I was in my pee-pee. I little knew it, but this was the first dawning of our mutual sexual awakenings. In real terms both Marjorie and I were now nearly thirteen and we little realised that our sexuality was still developing despite our juvenile appearances. As we fidgeted and danced to our burgeoning needs, our mummies led us out of the surgery. We were driven immediately to the dress cutting rooms at our farm and taken into the big barn. To our delight we were given our first tutus with bra cups. Eagerly we held them up and examined them. They had soft cups and a special band that fitted around the chest just like the shapes of the bras under Miss Evans and Jacqueline?s tight fitting tops. I examined mine further and studied a little label down the inside seam of the bodice. It read ?22A? but this meant nothing to me then. In later years my cup size would grow but I would always have the body size of a seven-year-old. I would grow to be a seven-year-old she-male with immature motor functions and adult sexual organs. As we stepped into our new tutus Marjorie and I gave off squeals of delight as we explored our new cleavages. We were hugely excited at this new development and we hugged each other with delight as we returned to the school. Under our frothy frocks it was quite obvious that we both had busts and our classmates gathered around enviously. Later that afternoon when my nappy had to be changed, my frock and tutu had to be totally removed as usual. Everybody squeezed forward to see my new breasts and I crimsoned slightly at their innocent curiosity. Even though my legs were parted and my pee- pee exposed to full view, I self-consciously found my hands creeping up to my breasts and covering my excited nipples. My classmates all let a low sigh of disappointment until Jacky whispered encouragement and gently removed my hands. ?It?s OK darling, we?re all little girls together here. Even Colin is growing up there.? I caught Colin?s eye and he nodded bashfully as his face crimsoned and he fingered his sailor?s romper-suite exactly where his nipples would be. Colin?s nipples were also becoming sensitive and he little knew it but he was also growing into a she-male. The rest of that year and the next two would be some of the most exciting years of our lives. End of Chapter 2 - To Be Continued