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Chapter 5. Humiliated at the Party The first guests arrived for Kate's birthday party around noon. Brenda and Alison wandered out to the back patio and asked Aunt June, "Mum? Can we be excused? We're way too old to attend a kiddie party like this." Aunt June agreed. "Okay, girls. Mandy and I probably won't need any more help. I'll see you at home this evening," I timidly asked if I could be excused too, but Aunt June snapped; "Certainly not! Especially after Mandy went to all the trouble of dressing you up so prettily!" My face fell and I stared at the bobbing lace-edged hemline of my pink satin frock, which is why I didn't notice her slipping a pill into a half-empty bottle of orange cordial and shaking it till the tablet dissolved. The girls laughed as they waved goodbye to me, and I was seething with envy when I watched them stroll out the side gate towards the street. Aunty poured some of the sweet orange cordial into a pink plastic cup, snapped on the lid, and handed me the sippy-cup. "Here you go, Baby Candy. Drink up, sweetie," she commanded, smiling at my sullen expression. Snickering as I drank from the juvenile cup, Aunty June continued in that patronising tone, "You look so adorable in that gorgeous little party dress, sweetheart. I love the way your petties swish and bounce so attractively every time you move. And the frilly lace on your rumba panties peeping out so delightfully below, constantly draws everyone's eyes to my prissy little poppet's big diapered bot-bot. Such a sweet look on little baby girls. Don't you want everyone to see how beautiful you can look, Baby Candy?" She suddenly dropped the cloying baby-talk and her voice lowered menacingly. "This is a very suitable punishment for a disobedient little pants-wetter like you! You had better be on your best behaviour this afternoon, because if you're not... Well, you haven't seen anything yet!" I finished my drink and stared down at the patio tiles, and Aunt June ordered me to look up at her in a voice suddenly dripping with honey. "Look at Aunty, darling. Don't be shy, sweetie. Look up at me. Good girl." She placed a little gold cardboard crown on my head and pulled the elastic band under my trembling chin. "Ooo, so pretty!" She commented in that syrupy voice, before warning me; "Make sure you keep your crown on like a good little Princess. Now give me your sippy-cup, baby girl." She refilled my pink plastic toddler's cup with the remaining orange cordial and handed it back to me "Have one more drink, sweetie, then give your sippy-cup back to Aunty to mind for you." "I don't want any more to drink," I complained. Despite my grizzled protests, she pressed the cup spout to my lips and forced me to drain the contents. My stomach was starting to slosh with all the liquids I had been made to consume. "Shhh, baby. Drink up." Aunty tilted the base of the cup up high to pour the remaining few drops down my throat. She snatched the spout from my lips and lectured me. "Now, now, Baby Candy! Little girls like you can't be trusted to walk around with a normal cup, sweetie. If you want another drink later, come and ask Mandy or me. We'll bring you this special sippy-cup, or even better, your baby bottle. Now you go and play properly with the other children, and make sure you join in all the games like a good little girl." I didn't want to walk around carrying a toddler's sippy-cup or have to drink from a baby bottle again, so I just shook my head in frustration. When my Aunt's attention was distracted by a crying little girl, I scurried out of her sight as fast as my thick nappies let me waddle. The party guests were mainly seven and eight-year-old boys and girls - mostly girls, with some parents with toddlers in attendance, as well. Most of the little girls were around my height or taller, and I remember thinking, 'They must breed them big in the country.' I approached a small group of boys, but they simply turned their backs on me and studiously ignored me. I was a little annoyed at first, until I remembered how I was dressed. There were only a couple of younger girls dressed like me, wearing fussy party frocks with lace-trimmed anklet socks and classic black patent Maryjanes, but their dresses were made from brushed cotton, not shiny thick satin, like mine. The remaining girls were dressed in more casual outfits, ranging from light cotton sun-frocks through to jeans and sparkly bejewelled pastel t-shirts, with a variety of matching Maryjane sandals. I felt horribly overdressed in my shimmering musk-pink party frock with all the lace trimmings. I stood alone at the far end of the huge sunroom, nervously smoothing down my short flared party dress over my swaying petties. Whenever I moved, my bobbing petticoats threatened to expose my bulging baby panties beneath and the obvious thick nappies they struggled to contain. An attractive young mother strolled over and in a sweet contralto voice, asked me; "What's your name, sweetie?" Her shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair curled up and out at the base of her neck, and she had an attractive heart-shaped face that showed her concern when she asked, "Why are you standing out here all alone? Don't you know any of the other girls?" She was dressed in a light white cotton, A-line dress that clung to her lithe frame. It fell to her mid- thighs, and was sheer enough that I could see the lace-edged white nylon slip she wore underneath. Making sure to keep my voice high and feminine, I shyly whispered, "My name is Candy, ma'am, and I'm from Sydney." I pointed to my Aunty June in the lounge room, where she was crouching down talking to a eight- year-old blonde girl. "Aunty June is my aunty, and I'm staying with her and Aunty Mandy for the holidays." The woman glanced at my Aunty and nodded in sudden understanding. "Oh, I see. Well you're a very pretty little Princess, darling!" She kindly straightened my satin frock over my billowing petties for me, and I had to stop myself from backing away from her gentle touch. Part of me was terrified she was going to flick up my frothy petties and discover my embarrassing infantile underwear, and I defensively pressed the front of my shimmering satin frock over my bulging panty crotch. She chuckled at my demure feminine behaviour, and her smile lit up her pretty heart-shaped face. "You needn't be so shy, Candy. You look darling in that pink satin frock. I love little girls in frills and bows. Come with me, sweetie." She led me by the hand over to a group of chatting bigger girls and introduced me to them, telling them I was a very shy little girl named Candy, all the way from Sydney. The seven and eight-year-old girls politely said hello to me, but as soon as the kindly woman departed, they returned to their conversation without including me. It wasn't like they were deliberately being rude - more like they simply assumed I was much younger than them, and hardly worth their notice. I hung around the little group, listening with half an ear to their inane conversation while I concentrated on keeping my wayward bouncing dress hem in place. When I glanced down, I noticed that most of the girls were wearing little chunky high heels. Even though they were only an inch or two, their high-heeled Maryjanes made the younger girls seem much taller than me. Within half an hour the rest of the guests had arrived, and Mandy organized a game of pin the tail on the donkey. By hiding behind some of the bigger children, I managed to sit that game out. Unfortunately Aunt June noticed what I was doing, and she looked annoyed with me for disobeying her instructions. Next it was time to have a spelling bee. Clapping her hands loudly for our attention, Mandy requested all the boys line up on one side of the room, and all the girls line up on the other. Aunt June tapped me on the shoulder and quietly cautioned me. "Candy? I want you to be a good little girl and play properly with the other children this time. Go on," she insisted, swatting my padded bottom to send me on my way. I wasn't thinking, and so I naturally lined up with the boys. A young boy pushed me hard in the back and yelled, "Get on the other side where you belong, you dumb girlie!" I tripped and fell to my knees with a shrill squeal, and felt a hot spurt of wee-wees jet into my nappy. My dress and petties went flying up in back, revealing my bulging lace- trimmed baby panties to the row of jeering boys. Whimpering in shame, I clamped down on my nervous bladder, and with difficulty managed to stem the warm trickling flow. Blushing furiously, I tugged my short hem down in back and scrambled to my feet. I scooted over to the other side with the rest of the grinning girls, struggling to control my wayward petties and wondering if any of the boys realised I was wearing nappies underneath my frilly fancy panties. I saw Aunt June snickering at my embarrassed red face as her chortling friend Mandy started the game. When reaching the front of their line, a boy or girl would be asked to spell a word. If they missed, the other side would have a chance to spell it correctly. I was developing an overwhelming urge to pee, but I didn't know what to do. I wanted to drop out by misspelling a word, and slink off somewhere quiet to wet my already-damp nappies in private. But the words were far too easy for me, and for some strange reason, I couldn't seem to intentionally make a mistake. Aunt June and Mandy noticed me dancing from foot to foot in the queue of girls and unconsciously pressing my fist against my dress, right over my padded crotch. They glanced knowingly at each other when they saw me doing my unmistakable potty-dance, and Aunty June smiled wolfishly in anticipation. After a while all the boys were knocked out of the spelling game, and I was left facing off against two bigger girls. By this time I was squirming and shuddering in need, and really couldn't hold in my pee any longer. While I slowly spelled out the winning word, with everyone silently watching, I drenched my nappies with hot urine. Despite the fact that I was sure everyone could hear the noisy stream gushing into my diaper, the feeling of relief was incredible! I gave a loud sigh of thanks when I finished spelling the word 'incontinent,' and couldn't help smiling at the sudden comforting warmth filling my nappies. There was a smatter of desultory applause, and for my reward, Mandy had me reach into the girls' grab-bag of prizes. As my stream of wee-wees lazily dribbled to a halt, I pulled out a 'Princess Barbie' doll in a clear plastic package. Remembering how I was dressed, I tried to react like any normal, excited little girl. "Yay! A new Barbie!" I squealed, and I jumped up and down in pretend-excitement as I proudly held up the new doll. I politely thanked Aunty Mandy, and the other little girls gazed enviously at me as I sidled away. Aunt June signalled me to come over and show her my new dolly. She admired my prize and opened the packaging for me, then she hugged me and crooned in my ear, "Good girl, Baby Candy! You're behaving like a very good little girl now. I'm so proud of you, little one." She handed me my doll and lifted me in the air with disarming ease. She sat me on her lap, warning me to hang on to my new dolly carefully for the rest of the day. She then whispered in my ear, "Does my little girl need her nappy changed yet?" I felt too ashamed to tell her the truth and stuttered, "N-no Auntie," ducking my head as I lied. She firmly patted the warm moist wad of cloth bunched between my legs and could instantly tell I was lying by the distinctive wet sound. In honeyed baby-talk she cautioned me; "Really, baby? Okay... But if I find out you're not telling me the truth, I'm going to have to do something you won't like, sweetheart." Pointing to the bare dining table, she continued in the same syrupy tone. "If I find my little girl is lying to me, I'll have to change her wet nappies right over there on that table, where all the other little children can watch! Would you like me to do that, Baby Candy?" I fearfully shook my head in anxious denial. She slipped her hand under my dress and petties as she warned me; "So I'll ask you one more time. Do you or don't you need a nappy change, sweetie?" I knew she'd find out anyway, so I miserably nodded my bowed head and sheepishly admitted the truth. "I think I wet my nappy, Aunty June." My cheeks blazed with embarrassment as I humbly apologised to her. "I'm sorry, Ma'am." But when I dared glance up at her face, Aunt June unexpectedly smiled and praised me. "That's a good little girl for telling Aunty the truth." She then waved to Mandy, and indicated that she was taking the baby upstairs to her bedroom for a diaper change. Our hostess merely smiled and nodded her head in understanding, so Aunty June led me by the hand upstairs to the master bedroom. I waddled wetly alongside her, carelessly dragging my new Barbie along by one leg. Aunty June ordered me to hold my dress and petties up above my waist as she lifted me onto the change table. She unbuckled my Maryjanes and dropped them on the floor with a clatter. While she was removing my rumba panties and pilchers, Mandy wandered in carrying a pink baby bottle full of orange cordial for me. "Awww! Look at the precious big baby girl having her nap-naps changed!" Mandy cooed, smiling at the infantile spectacle I made. In saccharine baby-talk she asked me, "Are you being a good wittle baby girl for your Aunty June, Baby Candy?" Mandy slipped the dripping nipple between my lips before I could reply, and softly stroked my hair as though to calm me. Aunt June unpinned my warm wet nappies and spoke to me using similar crooning baby-talk. "She's being a very good baby girl for her Aunty. Isn't she? Yes she is! She's a precious wittle Princess!" I don't know why, but I was beginning to find it arousing when she talked to me in that condescending baby voice, Mandy leaned closer to June and quietly whispered in her friend's ear, "I crushed up another one of those fluid tablets you gave me and put in her bottle, as you suggested." "That should produce some interesting results later," Aunty June cryptically replied, and then she gave me a shark-like smile that gave me pause for concern. "What a wet little baby girl," she crooned to me, as she pulled the drenched diapers from under my bum. She bundled up my soggy nappies and tossed them in the big white nappy bucket at the foot end of the change table. Aunty June wiped me down with a handful of cool moist baby wipes, and she was unusually gentle when she carefully cleaned my wrinkled back door and my shrivelled little tool. Despite the humiliating circumstances, I felt a really pleasant sensation wash over me as they took turns oiling and powdering my bottom and crotch. Mandy kept talking down to me like I really was just a baby girl, and for some reason, the humiliating treatment was really turning me on. Soon I was hard and throbbing again, the women chuckling in amusement over my uncontrollable erections. When they finished diapering me, Aunty drew the same damp pilchers up my raised legs and tugged them over my bulky clean nappies. The wide elastic leg bands felt cold and cloying against my sensitive skin, and I sucked harder on the dripping rubber teat in my mouth to cover my displeasure. "Those panties are a little wet. Aren't you worried they might smell of pee-pee?" Mandy asked my Aunty, who smiled nastily before replying. "I think it appropriate that an older child who still needs to wear diapers should smell like a baby, even when she's just been freshly changed." Aunty tugged the frilly satin rumba panties over my glistening baby panties as she continued, "The lingering aroma of her stale wee-wees reminds her - and others - of her true status: that she is nothing but a silly baby girl who still wets her panties and wets her bed." My throat thickened in shame, and I suddenly found it hard to swallow the cold orange cordial. Mandy laughed and nodded, and then she was called outside by her daughters. She left us with a wide departing smile for my noisy slurping sounds. When I finished my baby bottle, Aunty took the empty plastic vessel from my hands. She lifted me down and when I was steady on my feet, she rearranged my shiny pink frock and swishing chiffon petties to sit prettily. "There you go," she crooned in satisfaction, as she straightened the gold cardboard crown on my head. "My pretty little Princess is all fresh and dry again. Let's take you back outside to play with your little friends." Taking my hand, she led me downstairs and back out to the party clutching my Princess Barbie to my breast. Despite soaking my nappy less than an hour later, no one seemed to bother checking up on me. I even managed to drink unnoticed from a normal cup a few times, when I was certain my Aunty or Mandy weren't watching. I couldn't understand why I was so thirsty! But I wasn't game enough to put down my Barbie doll, and I had to cart her around with me everywhere. The rest of the afternoon passed without any major incidents, until near the end of the party. I felt the need to pee once again, as I had been discretely sneaking cups of my favourite creaming soda whenever I could. I quietly crept out to the empty back patio, where I could drench my already-wet nappy in relative privacy. I stood in the corner staring over the railing into the spacious back yard, and I spread my feet a little wider. After making sure I was alone, I squatted slightly and relaxed my straining bladder. Soon I felt the almost scalding-hot urine surging out of my peenie to fill my thirsty nappies. I was really starting to enjoy the comforting clinging warmth seeping around my crotch and bottom. It actually made me feel like a helpless pampered infant. I had been standing out there peeing for only a minute when some of the bigger girls at the party came strolling outside. The group included the two girls I'd beaten in the last rounds of the spelling bee, and they didn't look too happy to see me. When they spotted me, they marched straight over. One large girl with short dark hair and wearing a plain blue cotton frock sneered as she called out, "Hey Candy? We just heard you're still a 'diaper-baby.' Is that true?" The other girls sniggered when my cheeks turned bright red with shame. "Hey baby? Are you wearing nappies?" Another girl demanded. I guiltily lowered my gaze, unable to face my accusers. I suspected one of Mandy's daughters must have told them I was diapered. "I don't know what you mean," I lied, shivering with fear. "I'm a big girl. I don't need nappies." I timidly denied their accusations while the hot stream continued to pour out of my peenie, but they weren't convinced. A big fat eight-year-old girl in a tight yellow dress that looked a size too small for her, snatched my Barbie from my trembling fingers. She snarled sarcastically; "You think you're so clever for winning the spelling-bee! But you're really just a big baby who still has to wear nappies!" As I grabbed for my doll, she held it high out of my reach over her head. I found myself up on my tippy-toes, straining to recapture my kidnapped dolly. "Give her back!" I shrieked. Another horrible girl giggled and suggested; "Let's pull up her dress to check if she's really wearing a diaper." I almost lost my balance when the jeering children surrounded me, and I squealed for them to leave me alone. A vicious little girl yanked my dress and frothy petticoats up high in the rear, completely exposing my frilly waterproof panties and the obvious drooping wet nappies. "Look, everyone!" She shrieked, "She's wearing frilly rumba panties like my baby sister!" "She's got a nappy on underneath!" The girl in the blue cotton frock exclaimed, "Look! You can see it drooping down between her legs! She must have wet her nappy!" All the children howled with laughter as I struggled in vain to push down my dress and petties and wrestle free. "Baby wet her nappy, baby wet her nappy," they began to cruelly chorus, and tears of shame filled my eyes. "Baby wet her nappy, baby wet her nappy." I wanted a bolt of lightning to burst out of the perfect summer sky and strike my tormentors dead. Fortunately for me, at that moment the young mother who had earlier led me over to play with the other girls, came striding out. She instantly realised I was being picked on, and crisply demanded to know what was going on. "You girls! What are you doing there?" She commanded them, "Leave her alone!" The children surrounding me kept laughing and poking my padded groin, and several spiteful girls told her I was nothing but a big baby who still had to wear nappies. I was crying uncontrollably by the time she marched over and scattered my tormentors. "Give me that," she snapped. She took my Barbie from the horrid fat girl's hands. Handing my dolly back to me, she ordered the nasty children to leave. "Go on," she sternly ordered the sniggering girls, pointing inside the house. "Go inside and leave her alone." As they reluctantly shuffled away, they continued taunting me, saying things like; "I bet your nappies are full of pee-pee!" and; "What a stupid baby!" One girl yelled on departing, "Go ask your Mummy to change your smelly diapers, you dirty little baby!" My burning red ears rang with their mocking laughter, and I struggled to cover my shameful baby panties with my billowing petties and slippery satin frock. The kindly young woman bent down closer to me and commented sweetly, "That's a beautiful pink frock you're wearing, Princess. I love that colour on you. So pretty!" I sniffled in misery and clutched my dolly to my bosom, but didn't respond. She asked in a softer voice as she rearranged my tilted cardboard crown; "Are you wearing nappies underneath that pretty party frock, Sugarplum?" I was so embarrassed, I stared down at the ground in shame, but my flounced pink skirts and stiff, lace-trimmed petties filled my blurry vision. I shook my head in useless denial, making my frothy petties sway and dance distractingly. She squatted next to me and continued, "I saw that nasty girl pull up your dress and petticoats, and it really did look like you were wearing baby rumba panties with nappies underneath, sweetie. What's your name again, Princess?" "C-c-candy," I stuttered fearfully, trying to sniff back my tears. Despite my earnest efforts, my eyes started clouding over with fresh tears of shame. I felt like such a sissy cry-baby, and my drooping wet nappies weren't helping! In an even softer voice she cooed, "How sweet! But how come a big girl like you is still wearing nappies and baby panties, Candy?" She lifted my trembling chin with one finger and dried my tear-stained cheeks with the ruffled edge of her floral cotton apron, her beautiful face inches from my own. Her sweet perfume filled my senses, and I found myself staring up in fascination into her wide blue eyes. I reluctantly confessed, "My Aunty June and Aunty Mandy made me wear them to the party be-because I wet my panties yesterday, and I w-w-wet the bed last night." "Oh I understand, darling," she cooed sympathetically. "But why do you still wet your bed at your age, Candy? You're a big girl now. Surely you must be six or seven?" she asked, maternal concern shining in her beautiful blue eyes. I whispered, "I don't know why I wet the bed. Maybe it was an accident," I lied, sounding like the overgrown toddler I appeared to be. She smiled at my childish excuse and suggested, "Maybe if you try to keep your nappies dry for a while, your Aunty June might let you wear big-girl panties again someday soon." I nodded my head in hopeful agreement as she continued gently wiping my tear-stained cheeks with her frilly apron. I'd much rather wear sexy big-girl panties than these stupid thick nappies and plastic baby panties. She softly asked, "How are those nappies going, sweetie? Do you need a change yet?" I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth, and shook my head again in mute denial. In a soft but sceptical tone, she insisted, "Really, Candy? You mean to tell me you've kept your nappy dry all afternoon?" I nodded apprehensively. She pointedly sniffed the ammonia aroma wafting up from around my groin, chuckled and shook her head. "Wow! I don't think even I could go all afternoon without going to the potty. Are you sure they're not a teensy bit wet, baby doll?" She smiled conspiratorially as she cooed confidentially; "You can tell me." I knew she didn't believe me anyway, so I shyly whispered that they might be just a little wet. She gently clasped my hand and said, "That's okay, Princess! Just a little wet?" she questioned in exaggerated disbelief. I timidly nodded, and she murmured, "It might be a little hard for you to tell, sweetheart. Maybe I'd better check for myself." I didn't say anything and before I knew it, she had stuck her other hand under my short flared dress and petties. With ease gleaned from years of practise, she slipped her searching fingers inside the tight elastic waistband of my wetproof baby panties and squeezed the sodden front of my nappy. She cried out in horror, "Oh honey! Your nappies are soaked!" She ripped out her searching hand and stood erect, wiping her damp fingers on her apron. "We'll have to change your diaper right away!" I kept staring down at my shiny pink frock, trembling and red- faced with shame. She generously offered, "I'll tell you what we can do. Why don't you show me where they keep your nappies, Candy, and I can change your diaper myself. Then we don't have to bother anyone else. Your Aunty June and Aunty Mandy will be so proud of you for staying dry all afternoon! Isn't that a good idea, Princess?" She kept hold of my hand and started to lead me inside. I was so embarrassed, I kept my head down and whispered, "Oh no thank you, ma'am." She probably thought I was too shy to let her change me, so she continued soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know you're very shy. But don't worry, I change little girls' nappies every day! I have a two-year-old named Cindy who is still in diapers. She used to hate having her nappies changed, but I soon helped her get over that..." She saw my demeanour wasn't improving, and she swiftly added; "Oh Candy, of course I didn't mean that you're like a two-year-old, sweetheart! I can see that you're a big girl. But we still need to change your nappy as soon as possible." I timidly thanked her again, but told her that I only liked my Aunty June or Aunty Mandy to change my nappies. She smiled and gripped my hand tighter, and insisted, "Alright, sweetie. I understand. But you need to be changed right now, so I'll take you to your Aunty June. Let's see what she has to say." I clutched my Barbie doll against the bodice of my slippery satin frock with my other hand as she led me waddling wetly back inside. When we passed the cruel children hanging around in the doorway, the girls began teasing me again, hissing things like; "Go get your dirty nappies changed, you big baby!" and "Pooh! You smell like wee-wee!" The beautiful young mother warned them to stop misbehaving. "If you girls can't behave yourselves, I'll ring your mothers and get them to come pick you up right now!" Her threat sent them packing, and the mean girls trotted off muttering darkly amongst themselves. The attractive blonde mother brought me waddling slowly over to Mandy and Aunt June. "June, Mandy," she called as we approached. "I'm afraid we have a dripping-wet little girl here, desperately in need of a nappy change." My Aunt's inquisitive expression turned to one of sour amusement, and Mandy sniggered when the woman continued, "Some of the children found out Candy's wearing nappies, and they were teasing the poor thing unmercifully." Aunt June and Mandy laughed in contempt at my bowed head and tear-streaked cheeks, and warmly thanked the helpful young woman, calling her by her name; "Melody." They informed her that I had been a very naughty little girl earlier, and needed some 'special diaper-training.' Melody told them, "I offered to change her wet nappy myself, but little Candy is very shy." My Aunt June laughed and surprised me by agreeing that it would be a wonderful idea if Melody would change my diaper, because they were both too busy winding down the party and cleaning up. Mandy told her that my clean nappies and baby panties were in the main bedroom under the change table. As Mandy snickered at my horrified expression, Aunt June leaned over me and commanded, "You behave like a good obedient little girl, Baby Candy, and let Melody change your wet nappies without any fuss." I whimpered, "Please no, Aunty June?" She gripped my chin tightly and forced me to look up at her stern features. Aunt June gazed resolutely into my watering blue eyes and warned me in a cold, uncompromising tone; "All right, Baby Candy, I'll give you a choice. Either you be a good little girl and let Melody change your wet nappy, or I'll give you a bare-bottom spanking in front of everyone, and Melody will still change your wet nappies, but right there on the dining table! It's up to you, missy." Melody observed with a forgiving smile, "She certainly is a little fuss-pot." "That's because my naughty little girl has got a little secret, and she doesn't want anyone to know," my cruel Aunty confided. I started crying afresh, but Melody clutched one of my hands and cooed reassuringly, "It's okay, Candy! There's nothing to worry about. You'll feel much better after we change you out of those yucky wet nappies. Come on. Come with Aunty Melody." She then led me waddling heavily up the stairs towards the bedroom, snivelling abjectly every step of the way. Aunt June laughed at my foot-dragging departure and Mandy called after Melody, "Everything you need to change her is under the change table or on the shelf above in my bedroom. Take your time changing the baby, Melody, and by the way - I think you're in for a real surprise!" I noticed that some of the nasty girls who had been teasing me were watching me being led upstairs. They laughed snidely and pointed at my retreating back from across the room. I didn't realise that as I waddled up the stairs, they could see right up my dress. The sniggering girls had a perfect view of the drooping seat of my lace-lavished rumba panties below my frothy petticoats. My sagging baby panties struggled to contain the saturated nappies that hung heavily from the pins clasped at my hips. To be continued in chapter 6. Please post a response here if you would like me to continue posting this updated, re-worked version of an old sissy-AB story. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia