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Dear Sissy Katie, sissy mart, baby swallow, sissy jeannie and Debbie, thank you all for your encouraging comments. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. Baby Jennie Chapter 10. Mummy's Baby Girl "Fank you." As David meekly accepted the gaily wrapped present, he guessed it contained baby pants. It was the wrong shape or weight for a teddy bear or a new dolly, and it felt soft and crinkly - as though it contained clothing. He looked to Mummy to see if he should open it now, and Jane nodded permission, smiling in sadistic anticipation. He inhaled deeply and his nostrils twitched when he caught a whiff of his nappy. The stinky sticky mess between his legs begged for a change, but that was currently a distant prospect. As he plucked at the ribbon, the parcel unwrapped. Spilling aside tissue paper, he revealed two pairs of white nylon rumba panties, one with baby-pink lace frills, the other blue lace- frilled - complete with crinkling plastic inner linings in typical baby style. There was something else in the parcel, but David first had to hold up the white rumba panties and shake them out, showing everyone so they could admire the gorgeous coloured lace ruffles shimmering across the seat. Sensing from the smiles and murmured comments around the room that the shameful panties met with everyone's approval, he pulled back the next bit of tissue paper, fully expecting another pair of rumbas. A length of blue and pink satin ribbon emerged, attached to a heavier piece of baby pink cotton, and he spied the embroidered word 'Baby.' He suddenly recognised what it was when he spotted the stiff peak of the bonnet. He was holding the cutest pink baby bonnet, with fitted sides so it would hug the sides of the wearer's face in a very old-fashioned style. It was finished off with a broad curved stiffened peak. The pink material had the words 'Baby Daphne' embossed on it in blue silk, and the bonnet was completed by dangling blue and pink satin ribbons to secure it under his chin. He paled as he realised the terrible implications of this, the most shaming article of baby wear imaginable, being presented to him by none other than his former employee, Jake. But there was more. Pulling aside the tissue paper, David found another bonnet in the same pink material as his dress. In heavy satin trimmed with white, but this time it repeated the teddy bear and maypole motif of his dress. Ridiculously childish! No, not childish - utterly babyish and old- fashioned! When he was tied in this bonnet, it would complete his humiliation and destroy any remaining vestige of his ego. The last item was a cotton hat, a child's sun hat, in baby blue but otherwise plain - but again complete with long dangling satin ribbons to tie under the chin. Jake picked it up to show the others. "This one's for everyday outings; although I think active little girls like your Daphne should be properly bonneted at all times. The traditional ones may be a bit much for a shopping expedition to Tesco," conceded Jake, as if this silly child's sun hat with the shiny tie ribbons could possibly look normal on an adult male in public. David gulped nervously in panic, his fingers trembling. Did a small squirt of something escape into his nappy, adding to the mess already there? Was it from the front or from the back? He couldn't tell. The sun hat was almost a mirror of the one he'd had to wear all those years ago. The summer he'd turned twelve. A very immature twelve, as his darling Mummy had always overprotected him. She had produced the juvenile sun hat during a hot spell and made him wear it to school. Inevitably he had been teased about the childish garment. "It's a baby's bonnet," someone had cried. "You must be a baby!" The mocking and jeering started and didn't stop all day. On the way home from school, a group of bigger girls from his class had hassled him. They started to tease him and pursued him down the street, and he had to run away from them to escape. It had been a lengthy chase and after he gave them the slip, he had a long walk home. While he hurried back to Mummy's house, knowing she would be worried because he was late, the need to pee grew stronger and stronger. In the street before his front drive, he had to stop and bend at the waist, pressing his knees together to halt the threatening flow. When he stood twitching spastically at the front door, he couldn't find his key in his satchel. The more he hunted in panic, the worse the need became. So near, yet so far. In desperation he rang the bell with a sharp pain lancing his groin. After hours or so it seemed, Mummy opened the front door. "Darling!" she cried. "Have you lost your key? Relief at making it home made him lose concentration for a second. There was a sharp tingle at the tip of his peenie, then it flooded out, right there in front of Mummy! The light grey regulation short flannel trousers beloved by English private schools, turned a darker shade as the wetness spread downwards and outwards, making a huge moist patch across the front of his shorts. The stream, barely contained, ran down his legs in rivulets, soaking into his socks and shoes, before splattering noisily on the porch step. Mummy put her hand to her mouth and cried, "Oh my little darling! You poor thing!" He burst into tears. She was all over him, consoling him, telling him not worry, not to cry. "Shh, honey. It's alright. You just had a little accident. Shh, don't cry. Mummy will sort you out! Come with me, darling. Mummy will clean you up." Wet and desperately ashamed, he let her take his hand and lead him upstairs. Not to the main bathroom, but her en suite. He loved Mummy's bedroom - it was soft and pink and feminine, like her. She used to let him help her tidy up and put away her clothes sometimes, and fold up her silky undies and reverently place them in the correct drawers. She quickly removed his wet things in the bathroom and ran a scented bath for her distressed child. His sobs slowly came under control and the tears stopped falling. When he was naked, she wiped his face gently with a soft moist tissue with a faintly familiar fragrance. As he recovered in the warm scented bubbly bath, she busied herself in the bedroom, chatting to him through the open door. "You must have a chill. You know, down there. It happens sometimes and causes you to lose control. Don't worry! Mummy isn't cross with her precious baby." He tried to tell her about the girls chasing him and teasing him about his bonnet, but she didn't seem to take much notice. "You may have a little problem for a few days, so Mummy will keep you out of school. I'll stay home and look after you. No school for my precious baby tomorrow." That sounded good. She helped him out of the bath and wrapped him in a big pink fluffy towel, so comforting, so secure. "Let's get you ready for tea. You can order your favourite pizza tonight. Okay?" She offered as she guided him to her bed. Not really understanding what he saw, she sat him down on another towel. After making sure every inch of him was patted dry, she pushed him onto his back. It wasn't a towel. No, surely not? Not a nappy? "Don't worry!" Mummy crooned when he tried to sit up. She sprinkled some perfumed talc on his genitals and between his legs. "We'll keep you safe and dry for a few days, until your little problem goes away. Shh, darling. It's alright. Just lie back like when you were little," she lovingly whispered, as the nappy front was brought up between his legs. The soft fluffy cloth wrapped around his genitals felt so snug and warm. From somewhere safety pins appeared, and then some rustling plastic panties. Up his legs they went. All the while Mummy's voice was kind and soothing. "No school tomorrow, no homework, and you can sleep in Mummy's bed tonight. Okay sweetie?" Oh how he loved to snuggle up to Mummy in her big warm bed! He often got up early in the morning and crept into her roomy bed, and she would sleepily cuddle him close to her warm body through her silky-soft nightie. Tonight Mummy was promising he could spend the whole night with her! Boyish objections to being diapered evaporated in the joy of sleeping next to Mummy. Anyway, the nappy sort of felt nice! Snug, safe, secure. He kind of liked it! She popped a t-shirt on him and chuckled, "You won't need any pants. Anyway, none of your trousers or shorts would fit over that nappy! Will they?" She led him downstairs and ordered dinner. They watched telly together as he ate the pizza, and when he said he needed to do a wee-wee, she asked, "Oh, are you feeling better? You'd better hurry, darling, in case you have another accident." As he waddled towards the downstairs loo, a mischievous thought occurred to him. 'No school, no homework, Mummy's bed - all dependant on me suffering 'a chill' down there. Hmm.' He tried wetting the nappy before he got to the toilet, but the strange circumstances meant he couldn't relax and let go. He shuffled into the bathroom and stood there over the bowl for a whole minute before the wee began trickling out. It was so hot! The flow suddenly increased to full force, splashing warmly round his peenie and the tops of his thighs. It felt lovely! As he concentrated on the warm wetness seeping down between his legs towards the rear, he didn't hear his mother quietly step into the hallway behind him.. In his preoccupied state he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door, and his Mum could easily make out what her naughty little boy was doing. She slipped back into the lounge room before he finished, smiling to herself and giving no hint she knew what he'd been up to. Waddling back to the lounge, David acted all contrite. "Mummy! I had? I had an accident." He tried to look appropriately downcast and apologetic. "Sorry Mummy. I didn't make it in time." "Aw! That's okay! Never mind. Come here to Mummy." She smiled knowingly as he crawled into her lap, and she cuddled him close, telling him not to worry. "Little accidents happen sometimes when Mummy's baby isn't feeling well." That word 'baby' again. She gently batted his thighs apart and then patted the bulging crotch of his baby panties in a strangely reassuring rhythm. Her cupped fingers made that 'thwack-thwack-thwack' sound, like sweet music to his ears. "Anyway, that's a lovely thick nappy you're wearing. I'm sure it will easily handle a couple of wettings. So you just relax, baby, and Mummy will change you at bedtime. Alright darling?" When it was his bedtime, Mummy took his hand and led him up to her bedroom. He wasn't surprised to see a fresh nappy already laid out on her bed ready and waiting for him. Mummy crooned, "Lie down honey, and we'll get you out of that wet nappy." He lay down, centring his bottom over the appropriate place, and he noticed the plastic bottle of powder and the tub of wipes on the side table. "Lift that botty for Mummy." She drew his plastic panties down over his nappy and to his knees, then sang, "Bottom down and legs in the air." David didn't know what to think when Mummy unpinned his saturated nappy. She didn't seem to mind he'd wet himself several times, and she was all smiles and sunshine as she wiped him down with some cool moist baby wipes. When she rubbed in the powder his little peenie started to react. Despite his embarrassment, it was unbelievably arousing. Mummy drew up the front of his nappy and pinned it in place before things got too mortifying, thank God. Her smile was unreadable when she drew a fresh pair of baby panties over his clean nappy - pink ones, this time. For some reason the thought of wearing pink plastic panties only made him harder. Mummy helped him sit up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "You can't wear that to bed, honey-bunny. Here, put this on. Arms up." She fed his hands into the sleeves of a pastel-pink nightgown, made from silky nylon, and he shivered in delight when it liquidly slid down over his body. He plucked at the white lace trimming the hip-length hem as she asked, "Do you like it?" He nodded, almost too overwhelmed to speak. "Oh yes! Yes Mummy," he gasped. She smiled tenderly and nodded, then pulled back the bedcovers. "Hop into Mummy's bed and lie down." When he obeyed, she pulled the covers up to his chin. "I have to tidy up downstairs. I'll come up to bed in about half an hour. Try to get some sleep, baby." David resisted the urge to reach down and caress the front of his baby panties, knowing Mummy would be able to see what he was doing under the covers. "Yes Mummy. Goodnight, Mummy." He contented himself with running his fingers across his chest, stroking the deliciously slinky nightie front. "Goodnight, honey-bunny." "I love you, Mummy." "I love you too, my darling baby." He couldn't understand why her tender smile was tinged with sadness. After he heard her footsteps disappear down the hall, he reached down and caressed the front of his nappy. The two layers of double-sided terrycloth made it hard to stimulate the right places, so he reached inside his baby panties, into his nappy. His pee-pee was so hard, and it felt fantastic when he gripped the pulsating shaft in his fist and rubbed it harder and harder. All of a sudden something weird happened. It was almost like he was wetting his nappy, but the pleasure was so intense, he almost passed out. He jerked and twitched in Mummy's bed, gasping for breath. When he pulled his hand out of his nappy, his palm and fingers were wet and sticky. He stuck his hand back inside his baby panties and wiped his fingers clean on the front of his dry nappy, and lay back exhausted. He was asleep by the time Mummy joined him in bed. He rolled against her lush body in his sleep, so warm and cosy, and he buried his face between her soft cushiony breasts, feeling so completely loved. When she tried to roll away from him his lips brushed over her nipple, and he instinctively tried to latch on. Fortunately for her, her nightgown was in the way, and she peeled his face away from her teat and reached for the bedside table. When she gently popped the nipple of a dummy in his mouth, he didn't protest. He suckled contentedly on the soothing rubber teat, drifting in and out of sleep. When he was fast asleep, she noticed he automatically popped it back in again after it fell out. The next morning he was wet again and she soothed him as she undressed him. She cleaned his bottom and bits, and pinned another nappy on him. This time she found some prettier plastic pants, covered in white nylon, with three layers of frilly pink lace ruffles on the seat. She then produced from somewhere what she called a child's smock, but it looked suspiciously like a cotton toddler frock, especially as it was more pink than baby blue, and covered with dancing pink teddies. It had short sleeves and a yoke neck, and didn't fully cover the nappy and frilly panties either, leaving his infantile underwear poking out obviously underneath. He shuffled over to Mummy's vanity mirror and turned his back, glancing over his shoulder to check out the rear view. He could see the pink lace ruffles poking out below the hem. He twisted his body from side to side, twirling his hips and making the brief hem fly up around his tummy. He smiled in delight at the effect. He didn't see his mother smiling at his instinctive feminine actions. He tried half-heartedly to object, but rather too readily accepted her explanation that since he was at home with Mummy, who was giving him so much special attention, he shouldn't fuss so much. It had been a perfect sissy day for Baby David. His Mummy doted on him, baked him his favourite cakes, and even sat him down and fed him at lunch time. He let it happen. To be fed was a sign that Mummy would do anything for him! His nappy was changed after lunch when she checked and found him wet again. She gave him his dummy to suck while she changed him, and she didn't seem to mind when he kept it in his mouth when they returned to the living room. He loved that day. It was calm, serene and magical. That night in her bed, she freshly diapered him and slipped the pink shortie nightie over his head again. Mummy had hinted that normally these chills cleared up after twenty-four hours - but if it didn't, she would have to take him in his nappy and pretty smock to see the doctor tomorrow. Unsurprisingly he was dry the next morning, and he found himself back in his normal clothes for the day. Mummy had also hinted that these little problems might occasionally recur, and he thought they probably might, too - in a week or two. Somehow though everything was agreed without anything being said. David knew his darling Mummy was indulging him, allowing him to revisit a less threatening part of his childhood and showing him how much she loved him. It never happened again. It seemed like only days later she said she needed to see the doctor about some minor problem. She never came home. She was rushed to hospital for emergency surgery. When he visited her with his Aunt Betty, he was stunned; shocked. Surely this frail grey creature couldn't be his mother, his darling Mummy? The operation hadn't been successful; the cancer had spread to her liver and pancreas. He prayed to a distant God as a faint source of help, listened to and believed his Aunt when she tried to be positive and cheerful. He hoped with all the fervour of a small child that Mummy would be alright and come home again, but it wasn't to be. She got worse in that dreadful hospital where he sat by her bed for hour after hour, her sleeping most of the time. Once she woke briefly and he half dared to hope. She croaked to him "David, you must always be yourself. Promise me that." She closed her eyes again before he could say anything. When the coffin disappeared behind the curtain in the crematorium and they sang, 'I know my redeemer liveth' from the Messiah, he started to cry and didn't stop for weeks. It was the bonnet or sun hat that had indirectly made him wet himself, and had brought him closer to his true self than he ever realised. His Mummy had known about his innermost feelings, as he had been slow to potty-train and seemed to enjoy wearing his nappies a little too much. He continued to wet the bed occasionally, almost to his teens. His obvious fascination with ladies' underwear even at an early age, had provided further clues. Realising her cancer was incurable and she was terminally ill, Mummy had somehow found a way of telling her effeminate son that his odd fascination was alright with her. His Aunt Betty had been kind and took him in to live with her and her two daughters, his younger female cousins. His mother had taken out an insurance policy years ago, and apart from an annuity to support him, Aunt Betty held the majority of the payout in trust until David turned eighteen. His Aunty had a four bedroom house with one bathroom, and David found he had been given the tiniest room next to the bathroom. He was grateful for anything. Aunty Betty looked after him as though he was one of her own children, but somewhere bottled up inside was the memory of that stolen childish day in nappies. Aged thirteen, he was about the same height as Aunt Betty's elder child, nine-year-old Lily. He could never forget the first time he walked out in Aunty Betty's back yard and saw all their pretty underwear hanging on the line. He put his hand in the side pocket of his shorts and played with the head of his stiffie through his clothing as he thought about which panties he'd like to wear. He spent weeks silently admiring Lily and Jasmine's frilly undies, pretty feminine outfits and their lovely long blonde hair. He wished he could grow his hair long, like them. He managed to keep out of the girl's wardrobes for months, and he thought he had his peculiar fascination under control - until one day Jasmine commented, "You know, Lily, David is about the same size as you. I'll bet he could fit into one of your dresses." Thirteen-year-old David stared at the smiling seven-year-old in shock. She tossed her silky blonde locks over her shoulder and frankly met his stare, her wide blue eyes daring him to object. "I think you're right, Jazz." Lily grabbed his hand and hauled him to his feet. "Come with us, David. Let's see if Jazz is right." David knew Aunty Betty was baking in the kitchen and wouldn't leave the stove for a terrorist attack. He found himself dragged into the girls' bedroom and Lily threw open her wardrobe and tossed a few frocks on the bed. He had to admit he didn't put up much resistance, and the bossy girls quickly overrode his half-hearted objections. Lily cried, "Aha! Here's the one!" She handed him the frilly white dress with a coy smile. "Here. Try this one on. It fits me perfectly. Let's see how it looks on you." With Jasmine's strident encouragement he ripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his sneakers, not bothering to untie the laces in his haste. His little tool was already stiffening with excitement, and David had to keep his back to the girls when he tore down his shorts. He slipped the shimmering frock over his head and fed his arms into the short puffy sleeves. He was a little disconcerted when both little girls jumped to his aid, zipping up the back and straightening the flounced hem, crooning instructions to the confused lad and speaking to him the way their mother spoke to them when she helped them dress. The way they mothered him and fussed over him almost made David swoon with joy. When he felt sure his tenting underpants were safely concealed by the billowing folds, he turned to face his audience. Despite David's trepidation, the girls smiled in delight and nodded in approval. "A perfect fit!" Jasmine cried, turning to her grinning big sister. "See Lily? You're the same size. I told you so!" "You were right, Jazz." Despite her smile, Lily's expression turned critical. "You know, David, you could easily pass for a girl. Especially if you let your hair grow long, like ours," she advised, finger-combing out her long platinum locks for emphasis. "You have a really pretty face for a boy, and you're tiny and dainty - like a real girl." David jumped like he'd been electrocuted when Aunty Betty's voice boomed, "But he's not a girl. Is he? He's a boy. And boys shouldn't wear pretty dresses." He felt a little squirt of what he assumed was pee-pee spray into his underpants, and his body twitched and jerked in what he thought was fear. "Take it off, David." He clamped down hard to avoid an embarrassing accident and fought to control his breathing. His face was crimson as he turned his back on the tittering females and awkwardly tried to pull the beautiful dress over his head with fingers that wouldn't stop trembling. "Stop! Let me unzip you first, silly," Lily admonished him. He had to hold still while she unzipped the lacy white frock and then he tore it off and threw it on Lily's bed. His back and chest were as flushed as his face. He remained facing away from them until he yanked on his shorts and slipped on his t-shirt, making sure it covered the crotch of his pants before he turned to face his bemused Aunt. Her voice was cool when she asked, "You're a little too old to be playing dress-ups with the girls, aren't you David?" He nodded in mortified silence, his cheeks blazing, unable to meet her inquisitive gaze. Aunt Betty sniffed in disdain and marched out. David shuffled after her a few seconds later in a whirlpool of emotions, leaving his giggling cousins in the bedroom. He was aroused, embarrassed, humiliated and excited - all at the same time. He slipped into the bathroom and pulled down his shorts to check the damage to his stained white undies, but the damp splotch was tiny. He sat on the toilet to finish peeing anyway, taking perverse delight in peeing like a girl. David didn't bother going to his bedroom to change, and after he pulled up his shorts and underpants, he strolled outside to play, safely away from his nosy Aunt's prying eyes. He imagined the scene over and over again while he played with his peenie in bed that night. After his breathtaking climax, he vowed never to try on his cousin's clothes again. Despite many tempting opportunities, he managed to keep his promise to himself. It grew easier to resist the urge as the years passed. As Lily and Jasmine grew up, they stopped wearing the gorgeous brief party frocks he loved so much. Their wardrobes became more mature, and although they always dressed attractively, he didn't find their big-girl outfits anywhere near as appealing. When he left Aunt Betty's to attend University, the chance arose - hesitantly at first, to experiment with dresses and baby things. He stopped cutting his hair, and no one noticed - or if they did, they didn't comment. The payout from his mother's insurance was enough to pay for his Uni fees and his board and lodging - and adult disposable diapers - for three or four years, provided he wasn't too extravagant. He moved into a share house a couple of blocks off campus with two moderately- attractive girls around his own age, but he rarely saw them. They worked as barmaids four evenings a week at the local pub, and they both had boyfriends. They usually disappeared all weekend, leaving on Friday night and retuning home to change for classes on Monday morning. One of the first indulgences he allowed himself was a complete little- girl outfit. He bought the pink smock top from a second-hand shop, red- faced and sweaty when he tried to explain to the disbelieving shopgirls that it was for a fancy dress party. He tried on a variety of women's shoes, all with heels, merely to work out his correct ladies' shoe size. He left the shop with the smock top but no shoes, and he imagined he could hear the shop assistants mocking laughter all the way home. He went to the girls' department of the local department store chain and bought some cute shortie pyjama sets, in pink, yellow and lavender. He thought the shop attendants believed him when he explained he was shopping for his sister. It was the cotton pyjama tops he was after, and he discarded the matching short-shorts without even trying them on. The tops were short-sleeved and heavily flounced, and when he tried them on in the privacy of his bedroom, they didn't quite cover his little stiffie. The pink nightie was V-necked and edged with lace, the yellow one had a yoke neck and pretty blue flowers embroidered on the bodice, and the lavender nightie was round necked with a high Empire waist. He wore a diaper and a nightie to bed almost every night, so aroused and yet terrified of being caught. He bought some frilly anklet socks and one Saturday morning, he went shopping and splurged on a brand-new pair of shiny black patent Maryjanes, praying they were the right size. He didn't have the courage to try them on in the store. He was thrilled to find they were a perfect fit when he buckled them on his bedroom, minutes after arriving home. Of course the girls were absent, but he locked his bedroom door anyway, then taped a diaper around his hips and furiously masturbated. When he had accumulated a complete outfit, he disappeared into his bedroom one Saturday morning after a hurried breakfast. He knew he would be alone in the house for the whole weekend, but he locked the bedroom door behind him anyway. The front door was also locked and the security chain in place. David was taking no risks. He was terrified of being caught. He didn't know what his housemates would say if they saw him dressed and diapered like a big baby girl. He taped himself in the disposable, pulling over the top a pair of plain white plastic panties he'd bought from the same pharmacy where he discretely bought the diapers, a few suburbs away. He pulled on the frilly socks and straightened the delicate lace frills around his slender ankles, then buckled on the glossy black Maryjanes, grateful he had tiny feet like a girl. His feet looked so dainty and feminine! He was hard as a rock as he slipped the pink smock top over his head, and when he tugged it down over his shivering body, the flounced hemline barely covered the waistband of his baby panties. He checked his reflection in the narrow mirror attached to the back of his battered wardrobe door. Perfect! He snatched the pink toddler's pacifier from his bedside table and stuck the amber teat in his mouth, rubbing the tenting front of his baby panties with his other hand. David had planned on peeing in his diaper before he masturbated, but his peenie refused to go down. He desperately needed to pee! He'd drunk two litres of orange juice that morning, to make sure his bladder would be full to bursting. He wanted to play with himself while wearing a wet diaper, but he was too excited! He knew what he had to do. David threw himself down on his creaking single bed and grabbed the pink plastic bottle of baby lotion from the bedside table. He squirted a dollop on his right palm, then thrust his hand inside his diaper. It took only a couple of strokes before he was gasping around his dum-dums and writhing in ecstasy, filling his nappy with baby spunk. As his peenie shrank back to normal size he could feel his bladder trying to empty, but he found he couldn't let go lying down. He had to kneel up on the bed to pee, and the blossom of wet heat in the front of his diaper was sensational! He was so excited, his little tool began to harden even before his bladder had finished emptying. David didn't care. He poured another glob of sweet-scented baby lotion on his hand and reached into his wet nappy to play with himself again, flopping back on the bed as he gasped and grunted in excitement. He had played madly with his little clittie for most of the day while dressed as a baby girl and then, after he had cum and cum again till he was exhausted, he vowed to throw everything away in a welter of self-disgust, swearing never to do it again. Except for the shoes, of course. The cute black patent Maryjanes were expensive! Of course a month - or even a week later, he would repeat the entire sissy baby charade. The cycle of pleasure - followed by the agony of guilt, shame and self-revulsion - was repeated over and over again during his student years. In his final year at University, he purged and burned a couple of times, actually disposing of all his pretty clothes and his nappies in an effort to break the hold his weird fetish had over him. It was pointless. His guilt was slightly assuaged when one day, he was browsing in a porn shop in Soho. David found an old copy of Janus - a magazine specialising mainly in erotic spanking and other fem-dom material. Idly thumbing through the porno mag, he suddenly received an electric jolt. There on half a page was a cartoon by Rex, of a young man - a very obvious masculine man - sitting on a baby blanket surrounded by cushions, clad in a thick fluffy nappy and the most gorgeous pair of frilly baby panties! He cuddled a teddy in one arm and a tall sexy corseted woman with an hourglass figure leaned over him, about to give him a huge baby's dummy. For the first time in his life, David realised there were other adults who wanted to be sissy babies! He wasn't unique in the world with his strange taboo desires. He bought the magazine and it provided many hours of masturbatory pleasure. He made a habit of prowling the adult bookstores one day per month, searching for material to satisfy his fetish. He found issues of 'Diapered and Petticoated,' and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven! He also found some web addresses in the magazines, and he bought his first laptop. A new world opened up for him! From then on he felt much better about his secret passion, and as his skill using the internet developed, he learned so much more! However the shame of his perverted preoccupation was deep-rooted and profound, and it never left him. The final year at University was highly stressful, with assignments due every other week and exams just around the corner. Despite the promises he made to restrain himself, the craving to satisfy his perverted urges would become unbearable. He would buy a fresh package of the smallest size adult disposable diapers, and that would satisfy him - for a while. Then he would end up on Ebay at two o'clock in the morning, a little drunk or stoned, buying sissy baby panties and frilly socks. Sometimes when the parcels were delivered, when he opened them he was shocked - having no memory of ordering the sissy baby wear. Despite his vow, he would caress the slippery plastic panties and admire the delicate lace frills, feeling his clittie stiffen inside his warm damp diaper. When he graduated, David cut his hair and swore to straighten up while he searched for a job. Within weeks of starting work, he was back in diapers every night and dressing up most weekends. His courtship and marriage to Jane were part of David's desperate attempt to break away from what he thought were his terrible perverted desires. Somehow he'd never got around to buying himself a bonnet. When occasionally one of his Nannies-for-hire produced one, he always begged not to wear it. The memories were too acute, too painful. Now Jake stood in front of him holding up the two bonnets and this sun hat; a replica of the one his Mummy had made him wear to school all those years ago. And like then, he was wet. Worse - he was dirty! "Shall we try this on now, little Daphne?" Jake was grinning like a fool and talking in a treacly baby tone, as much for everyone else's benefit rather than David's. Jane intervened for a moment. "Her make-up might spoil those sweet satin ribbons. Shall I wipe it off first? If that's okay, Sheila?" "Sure!" Sheila sniggered, "His make-up has already run down his chin where he's dribbled, anyway." "She's dribbled, darling, she! Baby Daphne is a little girl, remember?" Sheila's reply was a mocking laugh. Jane grabbed a pampers wipe and cleaned up his painted face, murmuring little endearments to him. "Stay still, darling! Good girl. Mummy just needs to clean your face a little bit. Baby Daphne must look smart to try on the new bonnet Uncle Jake bought her! That's it, sweetie. Keep still. Good girl." While Jane's words cut into him, making him feel so ashamed in front of Jake, her voluptuous curves pressing against his trembling body and her maternal attention made him feel submissive and compliant. He couldn't help staring at her beautiful bobbing breasts while her sure hands tenderly wiped his face and dabbed away the humiliating make-up. He was becoming ever so babyish in the sense that he doted unthinkingly and uncritically on his Mummy, regardless of the terrible humiliations she heaped on him each day. When she finished scrubbing his face, Jane sang, "There you go, sugerplum! Now you look all smart again! Go and ask Uncle Jake to put your lovely new bonnet on you. Oh, and don't forget to curtsey!" She turned him around and gently steered him towards Jake. He could feel the silence in the room building as he confronted his wife's new lover, holding that so babyish bonnet in his large masculine hands. Hands that later tonight would be coursing freely over his wife's body, teasing her, stimulating her, lifting her to new heights of ecstasy. He dropped into a neat curtsy and as he did so, he was reminded of the cooling excrement sticking moistly to his bottom. He desperately needed a nappy change! This was not the time to rebel. He forced himself to utter some ridiculous baby talk, cringing inwardly as he did so. "Unca Jake, fank you for my wovverwy bonnet. Pweathe will you put it on for me?" He stared at the despised bonnet in Jake's hands, hardly believing this was happening to him. He sensed everyone in the room watching in fascinated silence as Jake, grinning maniacally, stepped closer, right in front of him to slowly put on his bonnet. He crouched down till his face was inches from David's, as his huge hands went round the cowering sissy's head, fussily adjusting the bonnet here and there and making it a snug fit. Jake slowly pulled the dangling pink satin ribbons tight, and then tied a big floppy bow to the left of his chin. "There you are, Daphne! Let's go and look in the mirror, shall we?" He guided David gently by the elbow to the full-length hall mirror, and stood him there so the cringing sissy could admire himself. There he stood; his heavy wet nappy drooping low in his shiny plastic panties, weighed down by the full load in the rear. Otherwise he looked every inch the perfect adult baby girl. His much-too-short frock, prettily patterned, with generous frothy petticoats cheekily peeking out below, the flounced layers falling well above the bulging crotch of his pink plastic panties; flat-heeled Maryjanes in pink patent leather, with classic white short socks with frilly lacy tops. His fresh terry dribble bib was already damp with drool, the embarrassing wet patches were clearly visible in the bright hall lights. Crowning it all was the cute baby bonnet matching his satin dress, the ribbons tied in a huge floppy feminine bow under his chin, preventing him from lowering his head in shame. It was neatly tailored to fit snugly and had a smart stiff lace- edged brim that induced memories of Beatrix Potter. His arms and legs were smooth and hairless, barely muscled and even slender, accentuating his soft almost babyish skin, brought to a gentle sheen by expensive creams. He was a total contrast to the elegant Jake, standing beside him, a good ten inches taller in smart black slacks, white business shirt open at the collar to reveal tufts of black curly chest hair, and a neat well tailored Aquascutum jacket. Daphne glanced down at Jake's shiny black, size twelve lace-up shoes. His feet were enormous! Everyone knew what they said about men with big feet? It was Jake's expression of absolute superiority which distressed David so badly as he stood there, helpless and vulnerable before his wife's lover. He was condemned to continue to act the silly baby girl, with no let up, no remission allowed. He needed a nappy change so badly! He desperately wanted to plead, "Please don't make love to her tonight? Please don't, Jake? Please leave us alone?" All that came out was "Fank you for my wuvverwy baba bonnet, Unca Jake. Me look weally pretheth in it." David toddled through the living room with Jake following him, making David acutely conscious of the obvious lump filling the seat of his plastic panties. He couldn't help fingering the massive bulge as he waddled along, amazed at its size and inadvertently drawing even more attention to his messy nappy. "I think that was worth it!" Jake announced as they walked back into the sunroom. "She certainly knows how to charge, that dressmaker of yours - but Cathy's done a great job. She's a real stickler for detail, and she was determined to get it right. My secretary Marilyn wondered who the hell she was, after all those telephone calls. Anyway, I had to send Marilyn out for the wrapping paper, and she kindly offered to wrap the panties and bonnets for me." David froze. Marilyn, his former secretary, had wrapped up his sissy baby present? The chubby blonde had seen the adult-sized plastic-lined rumba panties and those sissy baby bonnets! She would know! How could Jake have done that? David's legs wobbled like he was experiencing an emotional earthquake. He thought, 'Marilyn is a notorious gossip! It will be all over town by now! I know she keeps in touch with my old office staff, and she has friends at the company, too. Oh no!' His bottom lip quivered against the sloppy guard of his dum-dums. No! Surely Jake would have covered it up somehow. David didn't realise that Jake and Marilyn both were back at work at Helen's company. "She was quite intrigued, as you can imagine!" Jake blithely sailed on. "Marilyn couldn't stop laughing when she saw the frilly baby panties. She shrieked, 'Rumba panties! Not for David?' loud enough for the whole floor to hear. I had to beg her to keep quiet and make her promise not to tell anyone." The expression on Jake's face made it quite clear that the last thing he expected Marilyn to do was keep quiet. Wide-eyed in alarm, David looked frantically to Jane for support. His secret would be out; everyone would know he wore baby girl clothes - and more! What else had Jake said about him? Such was his desperation, he failed to notice the concerned glances Jane and her mother briefly exchanged. By telling Marilyn, Jake had gone too far. They were not ready for full disclosure about David's bizarre lifestyle. Not yet. They had fended off questions about David's absence from his few friends using various agreed-upon excuses. For general business colleagues and acquaintances, the story was he was pursuing other interests. For his limited family, it was a change of lifestyle - experimental, but working well - with a promise to reveal all in due course. Jane was always at pains to make it clear that she and David were still living together. If anyone probed about her relationship with Jake, they were merely 'good friends.' Sometimes, when Jane or Helen were pressed for the truth by an inner circle who could be trusted, the women admitted that David was having "gender issues." Jane would give them a long- suffering sigh and tell them, "He's trying to find his true self. Give him time. Please don't mention this to anyone." She occasionally emphasised that discovering his submissive feminine side had actually reinforced the bonds of their relationship, which was much better now he was tackling his problems with his sexual identity. They hadn't revealed David's fascination with being babied to many people - not yet. From the outset Jane had agreed with her mother's view; that dominating and diapering him was a better, cheaper alternative than an expensive divorce. But Jane had come to realise that the reasons she had married David in the first place, were still there. After swearing off big tough masculine lovers who tried to dominate her in and out of bed, she had found David's soft effeminate body and meek submissive manner a refreshing change - in spite of his inadequacies in the marital bed. Jane knew when she married him, that she would always be in charge. Discovering and exploiting his submissive sissy baby side had thrilled her more than she imagined possible. She saw their relationship developing in this new, utterly different way. By telling Marilyn, Jake had blown all their cover stories. It was inconceivable the busty blonde secretary wouldn't talk! The brash young woman was a walking megaphone and knew everybody in the industry. Jane threw Jake a frosty glare. "I wished you would have discussed it with me first, Jake. I think you should have been more discrete!" He shrugged his broad shoulders in a careless dismissive gesture, and she realised this wasn't the time to wrangle with the consequences. She turned to her quivering diapered sissy. "Now it's time for your punishment curtsies, Baby Daphne, for being so naughty. First you can give me one, and then I think Zoe will burst if she doesn't get one. Remember; we want to see your best efforts - or else! Nothing sloppy will be accepted. Face me first, and remember to speak up in a loud clear voice so we can all hear you." David knew that 'a loud clear voice' still meant he had to talk in his effeminate high-pitched lisp, but that was only a small part of a daily routine designed to totally humiliate him. Emma his Nanny had made him rehearse punishment curtseys time and time again in front of the mirror, endlessly refining the choreography to make them as prissy and effeminate as possible. When Emma settled on the final version, she made him repeat them till he was totally practised out. Even so, to do it correctly here in front of the whole family brought a rush of first-night nerves, as hitherto he'd only had to perform them for Nanna, Mummy and Nanny Emma. To be continued in chapter 11. Please keep posting your reviews here. They encourage me to post more chapters sooner. Baby Jennie