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Dear everybody, thank you so much for those encouraging comments. I hope you enjoy the ongoing humiliation and sissyfication of our poor Baby Candy. BJ Chapter 6. A Dummy for Baby Candy When we reached Mandy's bedroom, Melody tried to comfort me and crooned for me to stop crying. "Oh there, there, Candy. Don't cry, little one. It's alright. Don't worry, honey. Everything is going to be alright." She suggested in a kind soothing voice, "Maybe if you manage to stay dry for the rest of the day, your Aunt might let you out of nappies tomorrow." She noticed the open crib next to the change table, and with wide disbelieving eyes, asked me, "Candy? Is this where you slept? Did you sleep in the crib last night?" She seemed surprised when I nodded silently in reply, too humiliated to open my mouth. She examined the huge wooden crib and raised the high barred side until the metal latch clicked into place. She looked lost in thought for a moment, but then she turned to me and slipped her hands under my armpits, and scooped me off my feet. She lifted me onto the padded change table and dumped me on my soggy bottom with a loud wet 'plop!' Melody checked there was powder, a tub of wipes and lotion on the narrow shelf above the change table, then pawed through the stack of big nappies and large wetproof panties on the shelf underneath. She observed; "These bigger nappies and baby panties must be for you, honey." Again I sat there and didn't respond, letting my Barbie dangle despondently by one leg. She selected two of the thick white nappies and a pair of transparent pink waterproof panties decorated with circus animals and white lace trimmings, and placed them ready at the foot of the change table. As she arranged the fluffy terrycloth nappies together, I started weeping again, then the pretty blonde seemed struck by a bright idea. "Wait here a minute, Candy. I'll be right back!" She returned a few minutes later leading her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter by one hand, and clutching a big pink vinyl diaper bag in the other. The cute little girl was dressed in a yellow cotton frock with puffy elbow-length sleeves, like mine, and it was short enough that I could see the crotch of her yellow plastic panties drooping underneath. Melody said, "Cindy, this is Candy. This is my daughter, Candy, and her name is Cindy. She's very wet too, just as I thought. Could you please be a big girl and help me change her diaper, Candy?" I felt very embarrassed, but would do anything to delay my own impending humiliation, so I nodded and hopped down from the change table. Melody took out a colourful vinyl- backed changing mat from her diaper bag, and asked me to spread it open on Tammy's king-size bed. In crooning baby talk, Melody said; "It's time for a nappy change, Cindy. You be a good girl and show Candy how easy it is, okay?" Cindy giggled and cheekily chirped, "No!" Melody repeated in a firmer voice, "I need you to be a good girl for Mummy today, Cindy! We have a special little girlfriend here with us." Cindy again defiantly yelled; "No!" But her sweet smile seemed to indicate she was merely being playful. Melody grimaced and insisted, "Okay, baby girl, let's get you undressed." She sat her squirming daughter on the edge of Mandy's bed and after telling me to hold her still, she took off Cindy's white patent Maryjanes and her short yellow dress. She dived into the change bag and gave the restless little girl a pink baby soother to suck to quieten her objections, and made Cindy lie down on the changing mat. "Here, Cindy." I gave the wriggling toddler my Barbie to hold, and the delighted child grabbed her with glee. Cindy examined my doll's long lilac Princess gown, and peeked underneath to see if Barbie was wearing any underwear. She wasn't. I'd already checked. Cindy squirmed and chortled around her dummy when her loving Mummy tickled her and blew raspberries on her milky-white tummy. Melody took out some clean nappies, a new pink dummy in a case, a couple of pairs of plastic panties, baby powder, oil and lotion from the voluminous diaper bag, and she spread everything in readiness on the bed. While Cindy lay there sucking noisily on her pink soother and playing with the pink plastic crown pinned in my Barbie's long blonde hair, Melody slid down her daughter's transparent baby panties, then unpinned and removed her yellowed wet nappies. Melody ruefully commented, "These nappies are saturated, Cindy! I'll have to wring them out first, before I can pack them away." She left the room for a moment to noisily wring out the drenched diapers over the en-suite toilet. She quickly returned and slipped the heavy used nappies in a plastic bag, then placed that bag in another zippered compartment of the gaping diaper bag. Melody thoroughly cleaned her baby's bottom and crotch with baby wipes, and then she rubbed Cindy down with baby oil and some pink lotion. She cooed, "There! That's better, isn't it sweetheart?" The chirpy little girl giggled in delight and nodded contentedly. Melody had me sprinkle her daughter's groin with baby powder, and then spread it around her puffy slit and into her bottom crease with my trembling fingers. She then diapered and dressed her giggling toddler, and Cindy laughed happily throughout and had a great time of it. When she was finished, Melody turned to me and crooned; "See? See how easy that was, Candy? Now it's your turn, sweetheart." She continued speaking to me in soothing toddler tones as she first removed my cardboard crown and placed it on the vanity. "Let's take off your pretty pink dress first, little girl. We don't want to spill lotion or anything on that gorgeous satin party frock of yours and ruin it." I hesitated, but she was insistent as she unbuttoned the back of my frock. "Come on, honey! I can't let you stay in those drenched nappies another minute!" I gazed up at her with fresh tears of shame pricking my eyes, but she simply ordered, "Lift your chin, sweetheart, and raise your hands over your head. Come on, baby. Reach for the stars." She pulled off my slithering satin dress and then my frothy petticoats, and neatly draped them on Mandy's king-size bed. I felt so embarrassed standing there in just my saggy wet nappies and frilly baby panties in front of her and her bemused daughter. Melody suggested to her suddenly-fascinated toddler, "Cindy, why don't you take Candy's Barbie and go play outside with your dolls." "No Mummy. I don't wanna," Cindy refused, with a determined shake of her head that made her short blonde pigtails dance. She remained kneeling on the change mat watching us closely, her blue eyes wide over the bobbing pink guard of her pacifier. Melody sighed in resignation and sat me on the edge of the big bed to unbuckle and remove my black patent Maryjanes. She left my lacy anklet socks in place, and ordered me to hop up and lie back on the changing table. I was still reluctant to reveal the full extent of my shame, but Melody was growing impatient. "Come on, baby girl." She lifted me bodily into the air and plonked me on my soggy bottom, then firmly pushed me back down onto the change table. I started sobbing again, but Melody simply sang, "There, there, Candy. This will only take a few minutes. Now lift up your botty, Sugarplum, so I can whip your pretty panties down and unpin those wet nappies. I promise, you'll feel much better when we're done." I lay there on my back, limp as a wet noodle and snivelling like a truculent toddler. Melody proceeded to drag down my wetproof rumba panties without any assistance from me. She shook her head in annoyance as she peeled down my glistening pink plastic panties over my limp legs and yanked them clear of my feet. She crumpled up the inner pilchers and tossed them in the nappy bucket at the end of the change table, commenting, "These panties are too wet to use again. You are saturated, little girl! You're worse than Cindy!" It was so humiliating being compared with her two-year-old. Melody unpinned my soaking wet nappies, and as soon as she lifted away the soggy yellowed nappy front, she spied my hairless shrivelled penis and balls. She seemed puzzled for a moment, but then tried unsuccessfully to hold back her peals of laughter. She finally exclaimed, "Oh Candy! You're really a little boy, aren't you!" I cringed in shame and whimpered, "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." She covered her mouth with one hand and turned her face away so I wouldn't see her laughing. Even Cindy started giggling, although she probably didn't understand what was so funny. When Melody had herself more under control, she asked me, "Alright, Candy - or whatever your name is. Tell me. Why are you dressed like a big baby girl?" "It's not my fault! This is how Aunty June and Aunty Mandy decided to punish me," I sniffled morosely, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment. "Punish you? Why, sweetie? What did you do that was so naughty?" Melody made me tell her some of the bad things I had done, including wetting my pants, and soaking the training panties and my nappies in the crib. She frowned and shook her head at my uncontrollable baby ways, her full lips pursed into a thin red line of disapproval. She pulled the soggy nappies from underneath me, rolled them up, and they joined the baby panties in the nappy bucket. When Melody spied my poor bruised butt-cheeks, she cried out in shock. "Oh my! Look at that bottom! It looks to me like some naughty baby got their botty spanked rather recently." "Aunty June did it! She beat me!" I shrilly complained, twisting around on the change table and trying to check out the damage for myself. "Keep still!" Melody snapped, forcing me to lie back on the soft padded surface. "I'm sure whatever punishment your Aunty June meted out, you probably deserved it. You must have been a very naughty little girl - I mean, boy." I shook my head in denial, unwanted tears brimming in my eyes. She frowned at my thickening erection as she wiped me clean, and she began to soundly scold me. "Behave yourself, Candy!" She snapped, "Does baby need another botty-spanking from Aunty Melody? Perhaps you would like me to give you a sore red bottom, too?" I urgently shook my head in denial and she concluded, "I think your Aunty June made the right decision, Candy, punishing you this way." I started weeping abjectly, but my stiffie still wouldn't go down, even when the hiccuping sobs wracked my body. Melody shook her head in annoyance, her smooth forehead furrowed with frown lines. When she realised I really couldn't control myself, she seemed to take pity on me. "You can't help it, can you? Oh there, there, precious! Don't cry." Her tone turned soothing and she automatically slipped into the normal sing-song baby speech she used with her toddler daughter. She pushed my ankles together, collected them in one hand, and raised my feet high in the air. She folded my knees back and rolled me onto my shoulders, sliding the arranged nappies under my raised rear with her free hand. When she let my legs drop, there was a fresh pile of cushiony softness under my bottom. "Shh, baby. You actually make a very beautiful little girl, you know?" I heard her step over to the diaper bag on the bed, and there was the sound of a package being ripped open. The next thing I knew, Melody was forcing a latex teat into my mouth. Expecting another baby bottle, I started to reflexively suck, but when I felt the plastic guard bobbing against my nose, I realised what it was. It was a toddler-size dummy! "You have a little suck on that, sweetheart. It's a good thing I keep a new soother in the diaper bag as a spare for Cindy," Melody observed with a small smile for me. To my surprise, sucking on the fat rubber teat seemed to calm my tears somewhat. She gently ordered me to keep sucking on the pink dum-dums, then lifted my feet in the air and rolled me back onto my shoulders again to powder my rear. As she lowered my feet onto the cool vinyl surface, she soothed me in reassuring baby-talk. "I'm sorry you're being punished, sweetie - but maybe some time in nappies and baby dresses will help you learn a valuable lesson." Adding to my humiliation, Cindy still wanted to help diaper me, so Melody allowed her daughter to clumsily assist with powdering my tummy. I felt absolutely mortified when the little girl sprinkled a cloud of sweet-smelling talc over my bits and between my legs. She rubbed some of the baby powder onto my tummy, intuitively avoiding my bobbing stiff peenie. The little girl pointed at my swollen red hardness and demanded inquisitively, "What's that, Mummy?" "Ignore that, Cindy," Melody commanded her daughter, with a tight frown for me. She gave a disparaging sniff. "Some babies just get a bit excited having their nappies changed. They can't help it. Here, let Mummy finish up." Cindy stepped back and watched her mother tightly pin the clean nappies over my embarrassing erection. I heard the contented two-year-old noisily sucking on her dummy, just like me. Cindy even helped her Mummy tug a clean pair of transparent pink wetproof panties up my legs and over my thick fluffy nappies. These baby panties had a cute print of baby circus animals all over them, and a band of narrow white lace edging the leg and waistbands. When Melody finished tucking in the leg bands of my baby panties around my nappy crotch, she folded the waistband under, too. She kissed my powdery tummy and blew a loud raspberry in my belly button that made me giggle uncontrollably. "There you go, baby! Safely diapered at last," she sang, smiling in approval. "You've been a very good little girl for Aunty Melody." She tickled my tummy and fingered my ribs until I couldn't stop laughing. As my unwanted stiffie gradually diminished, I even felt a few hot spurts of fresh wee-wees escape into my clean nappy. I was still giggling when Melody sat me up and then helped me clamber down from the change table. Just as Melody was finishing putting my dress and petties back on me, Aunt June and Mandy came striding into the bedroom. As soon as she spotted the pink pacifier bobbing in my mouth, Aunty June demanded, "Baby Candy? Where did you get that dummy, you bad little girl? Did you steal it?" Mandy frowned menacingly at me and asked, "Have you been giving Melody a hard time, Baby Candy?" Thank goodness Melody spoke up for me! The kindly young mother replied, "Baby Candy has been a very good little girl for me, but her nappies were drenched! She should have spoken up sooner and told someone she needed changing. She was practically swimming in pee-pee!" She informed the nodding women, "She got a little upset when I was changing her, so I gave her a pacifier to calm her tears. Don't worry - it's a spare brand-new one I keep on hand for Cindy." Mandy wryly commented, "Look at her sucking that dum-dums! It certainly seems effective! Maybe Baby Candy should use a baby soother all the time!" Aunt June laughingly agreed. "Little girls who still need nappies must have a pacifier to suck on, too." She turned to Melody and grinning cheekily, asked the beautiful young mother, "Did you discover my naughty baby girl's little secret?" Melody giggled and archly replied, "I certainly did!" Aunt June and Mandy took a few minutes to thoroughly explain the whole situation to her. Melody seemed shocked to learn I was really fifteen years old, and the women laughed and laughed when the pretty blonde shook her head in disbelief. I blushed rosily and instinctively sucked harder on my dummy for comfort. Melody observed, "When I first saw Candy, I honestly thought she - I mean, he - was a pretty little girl aged around six or seven. And when I took her nappy off, I thought she - I mean, he was a little boy about the same age. I mean, he doesn't have any hair down there, or anywhere." Aunty June commented, "We used some depilatory cream to make sure our little girl didn't have any nasty grown-up fur down there." Melody giggled at my embarrassed expression. "He's way too pretty and effeminate to pass for a teenage boy. I think his sweet toddler frock and feminine hairstyle admirably suit his sissy juvenile nature." "Too true," Aunt June agreed, and she turned to me and noted with a small frown, "My little one looks a tad worn out. Are you a bit tired, Baby Candy?" She asked mock-solicitously. I took out my dummy and crankily insisted, "I'm not tired!" When she asked me if I had taken a nap yet today, I sulkily replied; "No ma'am! I don't need naps." She forced the latex soother back between my pouting lips and responded in that condescending maternal manner, "Oh yes you do, sweetness! Keep sucking your dummy, little girl. All little toddlers who wet their nappies need to take nap-naps, and you've had more than enough excitement for one day. Now mind you keep that dummy in your mouth, Baby Candy." With that Aunt June quickly drew off my dress and petticoats, and then removed my frilly socks. She lowered the safety rail on the crib, picked me up and dumped me inside, and swiftly raised the bars back in place. I frowned in irritation and complained around the dummy that I didn't need a nap, but Aunt June merely forced me to lie back once more. "Behave yourself and stop whinging, little girl. Do you want another botty-spank before nap time?" I shook my head in frantic denial and tried to cover my shameful nappies with the fuzzy pink baby blanket, but Aunt June took it away, saying, "Baby doesn't need that. It's too warm for a blankie." She tossed the fuzzy blanket on Mandy's bed, and then patted my bulging crotch in a dismissive gesture. Her cupped hand made that distinctive 'thwack-thwack-thwack' sound striking my tautly- stretched plastic panties. I was lying there in the locked crib with my nappies and my transparent pink baby panties exposed for all the world to see. The women seemed to revel in my blushing embarrassment, and continued teasing me for a being a big diaper baby. I lay there cringing under their taunts while sucking hard my dummy. Cindy stood next to my crib holding onto the rails with one hand, staring at me and giggling around her dummy as she handed me my Princess Barbie doll. Aunt June picked up my empty baby bottle and suggested, "Our cranky baby girl probably needs some warm milk to help her fall asleep. I'll make up a fresh bottle for her." Melody announced with a disappointed smile, "I'm afraid Cindy and I have to leave now. But if you need someone to babysit your big baby girl, June, just give me a call. I'll take 'special care' of your naughty Baby Candy." Melody impishly added, "Your precious toddler girl could even play Barbies with my Cindy, now that she has her very own Barbie doll." Mandy looked down at me and sneered in contempt. "Oh my! Playing Barbies with little Cindy! Wouldn't that be fun, Baby Candy?" My Aunt warmly thanked Melody, and suggested, "I'll call you tomorrow to arrange a play-date for our little girls, okay?" As Melody agreed, the women walked out, and little Cindy waved goodbye and trilled to me; "Bye-bye, Baby Candy!" Everyone laughed when I hesitantly waved back, cringing in shame. I noticed that Aunt Mandy left her bedroom door ajar when she stalked out. I called out for her to please close it, but she ignored my plaintive request. I could hear the women chatting and laughing amongst themselves as they walked downstairs. A few minutes later, a group of children remaining at the party wandered upstairs and poked their heads around Mandy's bedroom door. When the bigger girls spied me lying in the crib, there was a collective squeal of glee and they rushed inside. The girls surrounded three sides of my crib, laughing and chanting, "Look at the big diaper baby!" and "She's sucking a dummy! What a baby!" They taunted and teased me, asking, "Have you wet your nappies yet?" I turned away from them and rolled onto my side facing the wall. I buried my red blushing cheeks in the sheets, biting down on the comforting latex teat to help fight back the tears. They made fun of my transparent pink baby panties with the circus animals and the frilly lace trim, and tried to poke and smack my bulging nappy bottom through the crib bars. I was so humiliated, I pressed myself against the bars lining the wall and clutched my Barbie tighter, and sucked harder on my baby soother for solace. Aunt June and Mandy returned and I begged them to make the horrible children leave. My Aunty ignored my tearful pleas and simply rolled me onto my back. She plucked the dummy teat from my mouth, and replaced it with the nipple of a full baby bottle. She calmly ordered, "Drink up your warm milk for Aunty like a good baby girl." She held the end of the bottle for me like I was incapable of holding it for myself, making me feel even more humiliated. "That's right. Good baby," she praised me in that sickly-sweet voice. Knowing I had no choice but to obey, the children howled with laughter as I compliantly suckled on the rubber teat. "Good girl! Drink it all down for Aunty June." She kept the nipple pressed between my lips until the bottle gurgled dry. A bigger girl with short blonde hair politely asked, "Would another bottle help Candy to wet her nappies soon? I'd love to help change her, ma'am." Aunt June chuckled indulgently as she replied, "I'm sorry, Emily. We just changed Baby Candy's nappies a few minutes ago. But don't worry." She confidently predicted, "I'm sure our big baby girl will need changing again soon." When Emily's face fell, Aunty June added, "If you like, we can make up another bottle for you to feed the baby. But you must hold her bottle for her, and make sure she drinks it all up. Little babies like my Baby Candy can't be trusted to hold their own bottles." The skinny eight-year-old girl nodded in agreement, practically dancing on the spot in her excitement. With a smile and a nod to her friend, Mandy wandered downstairs to the kitchen to make me a fresh bottle of milk. When she returned a few minutes later, Emily accepted the warm vessel with a grateful smile. "Come over here, Baby Candy," she crooned enticingly to me, reaching between the bars. "Slide over closer to this side and I'll feed you your bottle. That's right. Good girl." "If she wets her nappy, you should be able to see it straight away through those clear baby panties," Mandy pointed out, poking the bulging crotch of my nappy through the transparent pink plastic covering for emphasis. "Call me or Aunty June, and we'll let you help change her nappy next time. Okay?" "Okay!" Emily enthusiastically agreed. 'Thanks, Mrs Moore." The watching children teased me unendingly as Emily made me suck down another full bottle of milk. Aunt June and Mandy left me to the girls' devices without a backward glance for me. After I finished the second bottle, the girls made a big point of checking my nappy, but they could clearly see I was still dry. Even though I needed to pee again already, I was determined to hold it for as long as I could. Emily and the girls soon grew bored watching me lying there meekly sucking my dummy. I closed my eyes and ignored them, and pretended to fall asleep. They walked off chattering quietly amongst themselves, and soon I was left alone in my crib in silence. I sighed with relief as I let a hot stream of wee-wees gush out of my limp peenie. I lay back and relaxed, letting the soothing hot flow pour over my baby-smooth tummy and trickle around my sides, the warm rivulets running down between my forcibly-splayed thighs. When my endless stream finally trickled to a halt, I rolled onto my front again. The soggy cloth cupped my genitals like a warm loving hand, and my peenie inexplicably began to stir. It grew harder and harder inside my humid diaper prison, until the hot head was creeping up my hairless tummy towards my belly button. I gently thrust my hips against the crackling plastic-covered mattress, enjoying the way my stiff little tool slid into a soggy warm groove in the front of my nappies that seemed ideal for the purpose. I chewed on the rubber teat in my mouth and sucked harder as I rocked and rolled on my warm wet swaddling, my eyes drifting closed as I fantasised about being a pretty pampered little girl. Every time I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs, I froze and pretended to be asleep, listening intently for a few minutes. When I thought it was safe, I began thrusting my stiff peenie into the warm wet folds of my nappy again. But I was too nervous about being caught to really concentrate on my self-pleasuring session, and even though it was enjoyable, I didn't manage to reach a climax. Finally the sounds of the party died down and to my relief, I could hear in the distance when the remaining guests were picked up by their mothers. Exhausted from my humiliating ordeal, I finally drifted into a fitful slumber, dimly aware of an uncomfortable full feeling in my bowels. I didn't even wake when a second hot stream poured out of my shrivelled peenie a short time later, enveloping my genitals in fresh comforting warmth. After waking me later that afternoon and checking my nappy, Aunty June announced to the empty room, "My goodness! Baby Candy is soaking wet again!" She didn't look surprised to find me saturated, and lifted me out of the cot and carried me over to the change table. The vinyl surface was cold against my warm body, making me gasp. I was still half-asleep when she removed my baby panties and unpinned the sodden mass of cloth bunched around my loins. "These nappies are drenched," she commented in distaste, as she dumped the heavy wet bundle in the nappy bucket. She grabbed a handful of cold baby wipes and carelessly scrubbed my shrivelled genitals and between my cheeks. "Baby Candy is such a heavy wetter," she scolded me. 'We might have to find something more absorbent for my wet little baby girl." She took two of the thick cloth nappies from the shelf under the change table, and arranged them between my splayed legs. I wanted to ask Aunty June if I could use the toilet before she pinned the clean nappies over my hips, but Mandy walked in singing, "Oh, our little baby girl is finally awake! What a long nap she had in her crib. Baby Candy must have been all tuckered out from the party." She asked me in syrupy toddler tones, "Does Baby Candy want to use the potty before Aunty June gets her ready to go home? Hmm? Does our precious baby girl need to go pot-pot?" When the women gazed at me with questioning expressions, I shook my head in embarrassed denial. Even though I needed to do a poo, I was afraid Aunty Mandy would bring out the big pink potty from the bathroom and make me sit on it, while everyone watched my humiliating performance. She insisted, "Are you sure, baby?" "No fank you, Aunty Mandy," I sheepishly replied around the pink guard of my dum-dums, my cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment. The rubber teat in my mouth made me lisp like a little girl. "I don't wanna uthe the potty," I lied. Aunty June harrumphed in disbelief, but then she proceeded to pin the thick cloth nappies tightly around me. She covered my clean diapers with some crackling yellow plastic panties this time, with colourful Nursery-rhyme characters all over them. "Here baby. Let me have that dum-dums for a minute," ordered Aunty Mandy, as she plucked the rubber teat from my lips. I remained meek and silent while Aunty June dressed me in a sheer yellow cotton sundress that barely covered my diapered hips. She replaced my white anklet socks with the pink lace trim, and buckled my black patent Maryjanes back on my feet. Mandy was busy attaching a plastic chain to the ring of my pacifier. It had a clip on the end shaped like a teddy bear, to fasten the chain to my dress so I wouldn't lose my pacifier. After Mandy clipped the pink plastic chain to the lacy collar of my yellow frock, she popped the amber rubber teat back in my mouth. "There you go, baby girl," she sang, smiling in approval when I automatically began to suck. Aunty June lifted me down and set me on my feet, and I staggered clumsily when she released my waist. I glanced in Mandy's vanity mirror, and I could see the crotch of my baby panties poking out below the floaty hem of my too-short yellow frock. When we left Aunty Mandy's that night, I was sucking on the teat of my new pink dummy, and Aunty June was carrying two large plastic bags full of things for Baby Candy. I shuddered at the thought of the contents, and didn't understand when Mandy sang out from her front door; "Call me tomorrow, June, if you need to borrow the furniture!" "Don't worry," Aunty June replied, "I certainly will!" To be continued in chapter 7, "Dirty Little Girl." I hope you are enjoying this re-write of an old sissy-AB story. Please leave a post here if you want me to continue posting more chapters. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia