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Baby Day By Sissywannabe For some time I have developed an ever stronger obsession with dressing as a baby girl, I find it a great relaxation from my job to be able to switch off and not have to think of anything or have to keep making decisions. I had often looked for some adult sized disposable nappies on a popular auction site, but was frustrated by the high postage costs. Everything I had acquired to date had been purchased either online or by mail order as I did not have the confidence to buy anything 'face to face' and wanted to maintain by anonymity. I was so surprised when I clicked on one of the items for sale to find that the location was only a few miles from where I worked that I e- mailed to enquire whether I could collect them and save the postage. After a delay, when I assumed that my enquiry was not acceptable, I received an e-mail to say that it was OK signed 'Matron.' I confirmed my 'Buy Now' bid, had it accepted, and they e-mailed me their address, explaining that as parking was often difficult at that time of day, I was welcome to put my car in the drive down the side of the house. After a few further exchanges we agreed a mutually convenient time. I drove past their house the day before to ensure I knew how to get there, and how long it would take, and was relieved to find it was a private house. All evening I was hardly able to wait for the next morning, excited and nervous by the prospects of my first 'face to face' meeting with a 'real' person, wondering what she would be like, or indeed could it be a 'he' using a false name to fool me, and fearful that she/he might know me, and that my secret fetish might be discovered and become known to my work colleagues, associates or customers. Being ultra-cautious, I decided that I would leave my wallet at home to ensure there was no means of identification on me or in the car, and only bring enough money for the agreed purchase, so that there was no point in blackmailing me for extra cash. Next morning I was up early, and drove to appointed place. I pulled into the drive at the front of the house and reversed down the side, out of sight. It was a double bay-fronted, Victorian, detached house, and nervously I knocked on the door. It was answered by a pleasant, ordinary looking woman, probably in her mid thirties, wearing a sensible navy blue nursing sister's uniform with black stockings or tights and sensible flat, black shoes, in fact she looked as if she was just about to go off and do her work shift at the local hospital. I explained that I had come in response to our e-mails, careful not to mention my name. Her tone made me feel quite relaxed. "Oh yes, I remember, it was the packets of disposable nappies. Come on in, they're in the nursery." Feeling more confident I followed her into the hallway. "Would you mind removing your shoes, we've just had this new carpet laid, and it will show all the dirt." I thought it a perfectly reasonable request, so I took my shoes off and left them in the porch. She waited until I had done so and told me to follow her. The house was very quiet, it didn't sound as if anyone else was at home, and I followed her up the stairs, down the hall, past a couple of rooms with the doors closed. She paused at another closed door and with her hand on the door handle, turned to me, smiled, and said, "This is the nursery, they're in here." She pushed the door wide open, stood to the side, and I followed her in. After just a couple of steps, and stopped dead, rooted to the spot - my jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes popped out of my head. The door was in the corner of a room about 20' square. All along the right hand wall was a row of wardrobes, and to my immediate left was a row of floor standing three drawer cabinets, about waist high. On top of them laid a large sized, plastic changing mat, with teddies and balloons design, but large enough for an adult, not a baby. In left hand corner was an adult sized playpen, on the left hand wall was a taller cupboard unit, and in the opposite corner was an adult sized white high chair with a white plastic tray. In front of me though was an adult sized cot, again painted white, with solid end boards with bunnies painted on them. I suddenly realised that I was being spoken to, and quickly tried to gather myself. "I see you are surprised by what you see," she said with a broad smile on her face. "You've obviously never been anywhere near anything like a place like this I assume, other, perhaps, than in your dreams?" Still doing goldfish impressions, my mouth opening and closing but with no words coming out, I managed to nod to indicate that her assumptions were correct. Just like a fish that had been hooked, she began to reel me in. Throwing each door to the wardrobes wide open one by one, she went on, "We're updating the nursery, and need to get rid of some of the old stuff, and replace it with new." I moved forward and was faced with rows and rows of short baby and little girls' party dresses, in every shade of pastel pinks, lemon, lilac, blue and white. Beneath them were shelves of every type of little girl styled shoes and sandals, in matching colours. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, or was in a dream, a dream that I didn't want to wake from. I slapped my face with both hands to see, and nothing changed, it wasn't a dream! Meanwhile 'Matron' was opening various drawers and cupboards, showing dozens of pairs of satin, lacy knickers and panties in rubber, satin and plastic, short lacy, ruffled socks, an endless supply of disposable nappies, terry towelling nappies, and babies bibs, vests and all-in- ones. By this time my senses and emotions had reached overload, and I was clearly putty in her manipulative, devious hands. She returned to the first wardrobe, which had a rail of more pretty dresses and a shelf with various pairs of shoes. "All these items we're selling off as well," she said, pulling out various dresses to give me a better look. "Feel free to make me an offer, they've got to go, and the sooner the better, we need the space." I don't know whether she had had noticed, but my cock was as stiff as a pole, clearly demonstrating my feelings. "But, back to the reason you're here, you came for the disposables. What size are you?" I was still in a state of shock and bewilderment, and was still way behind in the conversation. Answering the previous question, I explained that I would dearly love to buy something, but I had only enough money for the nappies, and had stupidly left my wallet at home. She thought for a moment, and replied, "Would you be interested if I could come up with a solution for you to have, say one dress and one pair of shoes, and which could benefit us both?" "Absolutely, yes, anything, what did you have in mind?" came my instant response with way too much enthusiasm and desperation. "Well, we could do with some 'real life situation' photos to put on our new website, to really promote what we have to offer here. I am prepared to let you have your choice of one dress and a pair of shoes if you agree to be dressed up and filmed using all the equipment so that we get some decent photos from it:" I managed to burble and stutter that I wouldn't like to be able to be identified. "That's no problem," she replied, "we have a mask which will conceal your identity." It didn't take long to reach a decision, and I immediately gave my unqualified agreement. From that moment, everything moved so quickly. 'Matron' was so assertive that I was no longer in control of what was happening to me. The soft, gentle, pleasant manners disappeared, and in a bossy, dominant way, she took me by the arm and led me to changing mat. "Let's have all those clothes off," she said, pulling almost ripping them off and hardly giving me time to think. Before I realised, I was lying on my back on the mat, stark naked. From somewhere she had picked up some hair clippers and before I realised had removed great clumps of pubic hair. As I began to come out of my emotional bubble, she had removed what was left and covered my groin in foam. She shaved my groin, pulled my legs up over my head exposing my butt, and shaved my balls and bum. "Best we get rid of all that, it will only make things more difficult later." I was trying to come to grips with what had just happened, and instead of considering my immediate predicament, could instead only think of how I could explain to my mates at the gym, or the doctor, why I was only completely hairless 'down below.' I was in such a state of confusion that I was unable to think clearly. Meanwhile a thick disposable nappy had been slid under me and I suddenly felt a sharp jab in my buttock. Matron stood there, with an empty syringe in her hand. "Nothing to worry about, just a little something to help you be 'more relaxed'." She wrapped the nappy round me, and stuck the tabs down, ensuring a tight fit all round and pulled a pair of clear plastic pants up my legs. Matron seemed to be able to handle me with little effort; she sat me up, swung me round so my legs dangled over the side of the units, although I could not reach the floor, and told me to hop down and stand up. I did as I was told like some obedient child incapable of thinking for themselves, and she pulled my pants the rest of the way up ensuring it completely covered my nappy. She walked me over to the high chair, clipped off the plastic tray, and effortlessly guided me into the seat. She quickly strapped me into a set of pink leather reins which she clipped to the back of the chair. Locking on the plastic tray, further confining me in my chair, she secured my ankles to the chair legs with leather cuffs. I was beginning to regain my composure and started waving my arms about in protest. As she grabbed one wrist another woman, probably in her late twenties, attractive with black hair pinned up under a nurses hat, and dressed in a white nurses uniform and white tights and shoes, came into the room and grabbed by other wrist. They both folded over the fingers of each hand, and pulled a black leather mitten over my clenched fist, which they secured with a strap and buckle securely round my wrist. They then pulled another mitten over the top, this time in pink latex, rolling it up almost to my elbow, rendering my hands completely useless. Matron then produced a full latex head mask, which they both pulled over my head. It was in a kind of opaque pink, with eye, nostril and mouth holes and was made to look more like a baby's face than a normal face. Whilst I was able to make out what was around me, it was coloured enough that I could not see clearly. Matron stood back to admire the effect, and satisfied herself that it looked good and would be enough to ensure that no-one would be able to be sure that it was me in any photographs. At this point I became acutely aware of the helplessness and vulnerability of my predicament. I no longer had any control over what might happen, even if I managed to escape from being secured into the high chair there was no way I could open doors and escape from the house as I was unable to use my hands, and even if I could how embarrassing would it be to be found on the street dressed only in a nappy and plastic pants, with a latex baby's mask and bound up hands ? which would be more likely to have even more serious consequences to my credibility and reputation. I suddenly became a bit anxious and frightened, and yet at the same time, for some inexplicable reason, I was also excited and enjoying it. It was a strange mix of opposite emotions and feelings. Matron brought me back to reality by presenting me with a very large baby's bottle and putting a big bib round my neck. "Does diddums want her bottle then?" she said to me in a most patronising voice, telling me to squeeze the bottle between my fists and to "'drink it all up, I don't want to see any left at all," she said in a most insistent tone. I managed to lift it up to my mouth, and held it in by sucking hard; it was what looked like formula milk, but with a slightly orangey flavour. As I sucked as hard and as quickly as I could Matron's assistant was busy filming me from every possible angle, especially when I began to dribble some from my mouth. With my bottle emptied, Matron spoke to me like I was three, "Good little girl, drinking up all her milky moo," and patted me on the head. Satisfied that there was enough on camera to get some good photographs from, she told me it was now time for a lay down. She squeezed my nose, and as I instinctively opened my mouth she pushed in a large adult over- sized dummy, tying the ribbons tightly round the back of my head. Although I tried to push it out with my tongue, it filled my mouth so much I was unable to do so. Nurse unlocked the plastic tray, and as I began to stumble, between them, they helped me into the cot still wearing the pink leather harness reins. I was laid on my back, and my wrists were pulled up and secured to leather cuffs at the corner of the cot on the top edge, so that my arms were stretched upwards. They both manoeuvred me down so that my arms were fully stretched, and then secured the clips from my reins to the sides of the cot. They then took my ankles which they secured into leather cuffs at the bottom corner of the cot, again on the top edge of the posts. They then each took a piece of white rope which they tied round my thigh, just above the knee, and pulling my legs as wide apart as it was possible to do, tied the rope off to the top of the side rails, lifting my backside off the mattress about 6" in the air. I was now lying on my back in the centre of the cot, with my arms fully stretched cuffed to the head of the cot, and my legs fully secured to the sides of the cot. For good measure two straps across my waist and chest ensured that, other than moving my head from side to side, I was totally immobilised. Matron stood beside me and pinching the cheeks of my face through the mask said to me, "There's a good girl, you'll be feeling better soon." I did not understand what she meant but they were both very pleased with their work. Nurse took more pictures. "It should be taking effect very soon," said Matron, and as I wondered I felt an uncomfortable gurgling in my stomach. "Ah, right on cue, better get ready with the camera," she said to Nurse who moved to the bottom of the cot facing me. I felt severe cramps in my stomach, which would have been enough to double me up if I had been able to move, and I let out a rather unpleasant squishy fart and I tried to squeeze my arse to keep it in but my muscles didn't seem to respond at all. Without further warning, it felt as if all my insides had shot out of my arse like a bullet from a gun. Despite the smell, Matron and Nurse were both ecstatic; Nurse was busily filming as a yellowy brown stain spread ever larger up and down my nappies, clearly visible through the transparent plastic pants. In a futile attempt to cover my embarrassment I tried to close my legs, but the ropes round my thighs prevented any movement at all and kept my legs wide apart and my bum in the air. When all the eruptions had ceased, and the warm, wet, sticky mess filled my nappy, I was exhausted, extremely uncomfortable, and totally humiliated, mainly for having messed myself in front of two other people. As I lay there confused Matron explained that she had mixed a very strong laxative in with the milk. Matron and Nurse however were both very happy. "You're quite a natural star, you know, these will look great on the website. Now let's get you sorted out." They both undid the ropes first, and I instinctively tried to cover myself up, but any movement of my legs just made the mess feel more unpleasant. After releasing my hands and ankles from the cuffs, and undoing the straps and clips to my reins, they sat me up, took off the bib, and put a short white baby's dress over my head, pulling my arms through the short, puffed sleeves. They both helped me out of the cot, but immediately my legs gave way under me. Matron explained, "That will be the muscle relaxant injection you had earlier." They helped me collapse to the floor, and as I landed on by backside all the mess seemed to squeeze up between by butt cheeks and up the front each side of my balls. "Not only does it relax your arse muscles, but it often affects the leg muscles, but don't worry, it will only last 5 or 10 minutes, but it is probably safer if you stay in the playpen until the effects wear off, and it will give us a chance to get ready to clean you up." Matron bent down and removed my dummy gag, and held some bottled water to my mouth. "You'll need to drink this to keep up your fluids, seems like you've lost a lot of liquid and we don't want you to get dehydrated." I willingly drank a full bottle for I was indeed very thirsty, and when I thought she was going to help me, she merely replaced the dummy gag and tied in behind my head again. I sat here looking up at them with big, sad, help me eyes. "Go on, crawl, after all you're just a baby now." Again Nurse was busy filming me as I crawled across the floor, my arse in the air, as if I was trying to get as far away as possible from my own disgusting smell. Matron held open the door to the playpen and I crawled into the centre. Before I had time to sit up, she pulled down the lid and locked me in sealing me in what was in effect a cage. They both left the room leaving me alone, and as I contemplated the hopelessness of my position and that there was now nothing I could do but to go with it, I began to cry. Matron returned wearing a large plastic apron, and when she saw my tears picked up the camera to record my every embarrassment. She unlocked my playpen, and I crawled out, directed to where the changing mat was. The contents of my soiled nappy had gone cold, and it now just felt like a sticky mess. Nurse returned, also in her plastic apron, and they both helped me up; it was a little easier to support myself, but I was still a little unsteady so they lifted me onto the mat and removed my plastic pants. Nurse unhooked a spreader bar from the wall to the side, and cuffed my knees to each end; matron pulled the rope running from the centre of the bar through a pulley hanging from the ceiling, and when my legs and arse were high enough off the mat to allow them to reach "everywhere that would need cleaning" she tied it off and extended the bar as wide as possible to ensure she had full access to everywhere that needed cleaning. She told me to keep my hands up over my head, out of the way, and she carefully removed the soiled nappy, using the clean parts to gather up as much of the mess as possible. The rest they cleaned up with larger baby wipes, and dropped everything into a bucket. When they had finished Matron spread some cream over my butt cheeks, balls and front. I was further embarrassed as my cock stiffened, a reaction which did not go unnoticed, as Matron gave it a slap and remarked that, said '"Little girls don't do that sort of thing." I felt something cold and slimy being smeared up my arse, followed by the discomfort it being invaded and stretched. I tried to sit up and reach down, but Nurse leaned forward and held my arms to prevent me from doing so. Matron continued to slide a huge butt plug in and out of me, each time going in a little deeper and just as I thought I could not possibly be stretched any further, it popped in all the way and the pain turned to pleasure. "Best to keep you plugged up for a while, we don't want any more 'little accidents'," she said. Matron slid a thick, fluffy terry nappy under me, in the middle of which she laid another terry nappy folded many times into a rectangle, with something hard in the middle. She wrapped the large terry nappy round me and securely pinned it with four large nappy pins. She then released my feet from the bar, and slipped a pair of pink plastic panties with rows and rows of white frill lace on the front and back up my legs as far as they would go. They allowed me to sit up and after removing the reins and dress Matron put a pair of white ankle socks with very frilly tops of white lace and pink ribbon. This was followed by a pair of gorgeous black patent mary janes, and after doing up the little buckles at the side they helped me stand up. My legs had now recovered from the effects of muscle relaxant, but the bulk of soft fluffy material, together with the stiff plastic forced my legs apart. Matron finished pulling my panties up to my waist, making sure that all the nappy was completely tucked in. I stood there feeling very strange with this huge ball shaped bulk round my middle and between my legs, Nurse was happily filming again. They motioned me to walk across the room to where they were standing, beside the first of the wardrobes - they both laughed as my enforced gait made me waddle across. Reaching into the wardrobe, Matron took out a stiff white petticoat with a satin top. Telling me to stretch out my arms she lowered it over my head, and as it slid down, the cool, slinky feeling of the satin felt so good. The petticoat was very short but very full, with yards and yards of lacy, frilly material. Nurse was holding a pink dress which she also put on me, pulling up a zip at the back all the way to my neck, and tying a white sash into a big bow at the back. I loved the feeling of the fitted satin across my chest, and the freedom and coolness that the short dress and petticoat gave me; my legs felt so naked and exposed, but the little flat shoes were so cute and comfortable. I realised then how incomplete my collection of clothes was and vowed that I would get something just the same without delay. Matron stood back to admire the effect, but was far from happy. "The face just doesn't look right," she said to Nurse, "'get me the makeup tray." I was extremely happy in my outfit, and was beyond care, besides which I recognised there was nothing I could do about it. Matron removed my gag and latex mask, and assuring me that a little makeup in the right place can change anyone's appearance. She took the opportunity of feeding me another large bottle of water and told me to keep absolutely still whilst she applied some colour to my cheeks and chin, pink eye shadow, pink glossy lipstick and stuck on some false eyelashes. Satisfied, she placed a wig of blonde little curls on my head, held in place by pins and double-sided sticky tape, stood back to ponder and eventually nodded her approval. She instructed me turn round so that I could see myself in the mirror. The effect was stunning, from the little girl face with her pretty curly hair, a beautiful short dress in pink satin, white satin peter pan collar, short puffy sleeves, elasticated and edged in white lace, a broad white satin belt, and I even turned so that I could see the huge bow at the back. I think I wet my nappy, but it was so thick and absorbent I couldn't really be sure. The dress was short, and stuck right out, showing the voluminous white petticoat, and peeking out underneath I could see my panties and nappy. Although I didn't think my legs looked nice, my feet were encased in a pair of the sweetest little ankle socks, and the shiniest pair of black patent mary janes with perfectly proportioned rounded toes. I could feel my erection even through my nappy, it was absolute heaven, everything that had gone before was forgotten, this moment was to die for! There was no time to waste and hardly time for me to enjoy the moment any longer as they took the photos, undressed me, and dressed me again in the next outfit. The pink dress was followed by a plain white communion styled dress - they even put matching white mittens over my hands. This was then followed by a peachy/orange party dress, with extra bows and frills, and matching bows in my hair and then a darker pink dress with a high lace collar and rows of white lace down the front. Some were in satin, others of a more crisper material, but still shiny like satin. This time when they undressed me they changed my terry nappy and put me in a disposable nappy and white ruffle pants and also removed my shoes and socks, which were replaced with white hold up stockings, with a lace top and a white ribbon bow, and white patent mary janes. Nurse removed the dummy gag, saying that we didn't need it for the rest of the outfits, and gave me another drink, which I was grateful for as I was getting very hot and thirsty. Then it was into a subtly striped lilac and white dress with long sleeves; a baby blue satin dress with the hem of the skirt turned up round the bottom to show off the petticoat beneath, and a delicate lemon yellow dress which was covered in little white satin bows, both with short puffed sleeves. Finally the mary janes were replaced with a pair of red flats, like mary janes, but with an ankle strap instead. I was then dressed in a red cotton gingham dress and red apron. All the time Nurse was constantly taking photographs, and telling me to pose like a demure, innocent little girl. Nurse was constantly speaking tome in the patronising way that adults always talk to young children, it was actually becoming quite annoying. In the end though I really got into the modelling, and improved with each outfit. As it become apparent that they were running out of outfits, I was desperately trying to make it last as long as I could, for I was now totally relaxed, in a world of my own far removed from reality. I had no perception of time nor that I was supposed to be at work ? I had switched off completely. Nurse reminded Matron that there was one more outfit, so with wig, dress, shoes and socks removed, they put me in a pink, long sleeved, fleece sleepsuit, pushed ear plugs deep inside my ears, pulled the hood over my head and pulled the cords tight to fit it tight round my face and zipped it up to my chin. They put me back in the pink leather reins, which this time had attached cuffs which were secured to the waist belt, and walked me over to the cot. The sleepsuit didn't have legs, but was more like a nightie, and the reason why became apparent when they helped me lie down and folding my legs up inside, pulled another chord tying it tightly round my ankles like a drawstring bag. They then strapped me down so I could not move again, and put the dummy gag back in my mouth but this time they also put a blindfold over my eyes. Matron explained that it was to ensure I could not be recognised, but after the prettiness and freedom of wearing the dresses, it was suddenly a very scary feeling. I assumed that they would be just as quick taking the pictures and I would then be released, but nothing happened. Suddenly I was all alone, and strapped down in a cot so tightly that I could neither move, nor could I speak, see or hear. I was becoming very anxious, and being encased in the fleece sleepsuit, I was also getting very hot and sweating loads. Whether it was the fear, or the bottles of water I had drunk, I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to pee, and I could not stop myself wetting myself. This time I could feel it all as its warmth soaked first my front, and spread between my legs and up the back and it seemed that I could feel my pee right up between my bum cheeks. I seemed to lay there for an eternity; however long it was it was long enough for my soaked nappy to go from pleasantly warm and comforting to cold, heavy and uncomfortable. The isolation was beginning to get to me, and just when I was beginning to really panic, and trying to wriggle from side to side in a futile attempt to escape or at least find out what was going on, the blindfold was suddenly removed. I had to squint to get used to the light and saw Matron and Nurse peering over the cot rails looking down at me in their familiar, patronising way. Perhaps it was out of genuine concern or perhaps she could see the fear in my eyes, but she gently stroked my head telling me not to worry, and that everything will be alright, but unfortunately they had some urgent business to attend to and had had to rush away. They undid the straps and the cord round my feet and helped me up. As I stood there they removed the reins and took off the sleepsuit, leaving me in only my nappy and plastic pants. My nappy by this time was saturated, and felt very heavy. By the time I had gingerly walked back to the changing mat it had almost fallen down my thighs. I laid down on the mat, Nurse removed my plastic pants and nappy, and Matron popped out the butt plug which I had become so used to I had forgotten was inside me. It felt very strange, the plug had really stretched me and it felt as if my arse was still wide open and had not returned to normal. The cold air also made by butt stung a little, and Matron remarked that I had a bit of a nappy rash. After cleaning me up she smeared the affected area with a thick white cream, which she explained would clear it all up very quickly. She then put another disposable nappy on me, and when I asked what that was for, she explained that it was so that the cream would keep in contact with the affected area, and also to make sure I didn't have any 'embarrassing little accidents' until everything 'down there' had returned to normal. Meanwhile Nurse had returned with my normal clothes and they both left me to get dressed. As I put my watch on I noticed how late it was. I dressed quickly, and found my way downstairs to the front door. Matron and Nurse were both standing in the hall waiting for me, and there was a difficult pause as I was completely lost for words. Thankfully Matron started the ball rolling by thanking me for helping them and hoping I had enjoyed myself. Conscious that I was late, and I didn't know what to say, I burbled something to the effect that it had been very nice, and thanked them, and as Nurse held the door open for me, I was relieved to rush out and escape passing Matron with her final patronising smile. I jumped in the car and headed off to work, thankful that I had warned my colleagues the previous afternoon that I had a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning so I might be a little late - although not quite this late, it was almost lunchtime. It was very difficult to focus my mind on planning a plausible story for being delayed so long as my brain was rapidly trying to take in what I had just gone through ? repeatedly reliving the range of emotions I had just experienced ? nervousness, anxiety, fear, embarrassment, humiliation, yet at the same time it had been the most exciting exhilarating, satisfying, enjoyable mind blowing experience of my life. I suddenly remembered that not only had I come away without my original intended purchase but in my haste to leave I had also forgotten the dress and shoes etc they promised me in return for the photographs. As I eventually arrived at work the question going round and round my head was whether I should contact them again.