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Dear ........ Chapter 18. Hypnotised. Baby Daphne drew harder on the silicon teat, sucking down another mouthful of soothing warm milk. She wriggled on her back on the noisily crinkling mattress cover, staring at the fairy mobile twirling slowly above her head and listening vaguely to the Nursery rhymes it played. She was aware that she was wetting her nappy, but content to let the lovely warm stream flow over her tummy and dribble down between her buttocks. She loved that sweet warm tickly feeling. She felt safe and protected locked in her barred crib, far away from the embarrassment and humiliations of the outside world. She tried not to dwell on their visit to the lingerie shop this afternoon. The sight of all that fabulous sexy underwear excited her so! When Nanny Emma came to collect her from the salon, Daphne prayed they were going straight home - but that was not to be. "Well look at you!" Emma cried when she marched through the front door, beaming in delight. "What a pretty little girl!" Daphne smiled gratefully at the sight of the tall slender woman, gazing up at her in hope and clutching Nancy to her bosom. The bonneted big baby stumbled to her feet, placed Nancy on the seat behind her, and performed a quick neat curtsey. "Hewwo Nanny," Daphne mumbled politely, desperate to be taken home. She glanced up entreatingly from under the stiff peaked brim of her bonnet at the tall young woman. Her expression practically screamed 'Get me out of here!' "Did you have a fun time at the hairdresser's, sweetie?" Emma's smile was shark-like. "Yeth Nanny. Fank you Nanny." What other response could she give? Daphne tried to ignore the amused titters from the half-dozen women sitting around the reception area. The tall blonde's smile grew broader. "Did you tell the girls here all your exciting news?" When the sissy baby earnestly nodded, Emma looked doubtful and chuckled. "I'll just go and check for myself." As soon as she approached the reception desk, the huge Jamaican woman rose to her feet. "Hi Emma." Gail's professional smile faltered and she grimaced in Baby Daphne's direction. "I had to change your little girl's diaper while you were gone. She did a great big smelly poo-poo in her nappy, and she was stinking out the whole salon!" "Oh no!" Emma had to hide her smile and she turned around to briefly glare at the embarrassed big baby. "What a naughty little girl!" She returned her attention to the enormous black woman and apologised. "Sorry about that, Gail." The taller woman waved a hand the size of a leg of ham in casual dismissal, her creased palm startlingly pink compared to her shiny black skin. "Don't worry about it. She's just a baby, right? And babies can't control themselves, can they?" "That's exactly right," Emma agreed, nodding sagely. "I think the sooner everyone realises that Daphne is nothing but a useless big baby, the sooner we'll all be better off." When Gail tried to hand her the manila envelope containing Daphne's humiliating letter and her hand- made card, the Nanny waved it away. "Seal it closed and pop that in the post box for me, will you?' Gail smiled and nodded, and Emma took out her credit card and paid Daphne's bill. After a calculating glance at her anxiously waiting big baby, Emma walked further into the salon to chat with a few of the hairdressers. Each little group turned to glance at the sissy baby waiting impatiently near the reception desk, her posture and body language radiating concern. They would giggle and laugh, then chat quietly for a minute or two, some customers throwing in a barbed comment here or there. When Emma returned to the sissy cowering near the entrance to the salon, she was all smiles. "Alright, little girl! Let's put your harness on so we can go." All the women in the salon stopped what they were doing to watch the tall slender blonde fit the pink leather toddler harness over the big baby's raised arms and bonneted head. Daphne's cheeks were crimson as Nanny buckled the broad chest strap in place between her shoulder blades, and then Emma attached the matching leather reins to the chromed D-rings on the chest strap over her nipples. The diamante- encrusted lettering - 'Baby Daphne' twinkled merrily in the multiple spotlights, catching everyone's eye. Daphne had to carry her dolly and Nanny picked up the full change bag, grunting at the added weight of two wet nappies. She tugged gently on the reins. "Come on, little girl. Say goodbye to everyone and let's go!" Daphne stumbled after her Nanny down the High street, assuming they were heading for the car. She kept her face downcast, her eyes glued to the footpath, trying to avoid the bemused glances of the many passers- by. She couldn't help hearing the occasional chortles and titters, and the odd sniggered comment. "I was pleased to hear you told all the girls at the salon about your little adventure on the weekend - and your new clittie-cage," Nanny chattily informed her silent charge. "Apparently quite a few of the hairdressers and beauticians got to see your pretty little chastity device, too. They told me all about it! That's twenty carrots you've earned already today, baby girl! Isn't that wonderful?" Daphne nodded agreeably and chewed harder on her dum-dums - mostly to avoid saying anything stupid in reply. About fifty metres from the salon, Nanny stepped inside another store, and it was only when the diapered sissy glanced up that she realised she was being dragged into 'La Perla,' the upmarket lingerie boutique. Emma paused a few paces inside the carpeted store and scrabbled in her handbag. She took out the broken long-line bra - Mummy's black satin and lace basque - and thrust it into Daphne's free hand. "Here, baby. Give this to the nice lady in charge and ask if they can repair it." Daphne clumsily clutched the feminine underwear and looked up in alarm, seeing for the first time the sea of beautiful lingerie everywhere. Quiet classy music played from the concealed speakers, soothing to her ears. There were half a dozen mannequins staged artfully around the store, brilliantly spot-lit, wearing the cheekiest, sexiest underwear Daphne had ever seen, in every colour of the rainbow. She looked around with wide staring eyes and sucked harder on her dum-dums in wonderment, her long black lashes fluttering girlishly as her high round cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.. "Hello, ladies. How may I help you?" The tall blonde shop assistant approaching them walked like a fashion model in her towering black high heels. Her beautiful oval face was made up to perfection, belying the simplicity of her short black cotton skirt and white button-front blouse. She wore a red nametag clipped to her blouse with her name - 'Melanie.' Her perfectly-plucked eyebrows climbed her forehead when she saw one of her customers was wearing a toddler harness and baby reins, clutching a dolly to her bosom and with a huge pink dummy stuck in her mouth. Melanie naturally addressed her inquiry to the older customer, of course, and she was surprised when the harnessed child held out a black basque. "Go on, Baby Daphne. What do you need to ask?" Emma demanded with an insistent tug on the reins. The blonde assistant's eyebrows climbed another notch when the dummy-sucking child performed a very credible one-handed curtsey. "Exthcuthe me Mith," Daphne squeaked, the stiff lace-edged brim of her old-fashioned bonnet trembling attractively. "Mummy's boywiend bwoke thith when they were making wuvvy-dovieth last night. Can you fixth it pweathe?" The beautiful blonde shook her head in disbelief, thinking, 'How old is she?' She accepted the basque after an encouraging nod from Emma, and her wide brown eyes darted from the broken clasps to the dummy-sucking child and back again and again. To Emma she said, "It's only a couple of hooks and eyes broken. We can repair this for you with no trouble." She checked the cup size and glanced at Emma's significantly smaller bosoms. "This isn't yours?" "No," Emma chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm not her Mummy - I'm her Nanny." "Oh!" Nonplussed, the woman twirled around and waved the odd couple after her. "Come over to the counter and I'll write you a receipt." Emma dragged the sissy baby deeper into the perfumed den of femininity, and the stunned little girl followed as slowly as she could, staring around at all the gorgeous frilly and lacy items, the silk and satin glistening almost wetly in the scattered spotlights. Every time Daphne thought naughty thoughts, the silver ring bit deep, reminding her she was just a little baby girl. Baby girls don't get excited looking at sexy big-girl lingerie. The shop assistant leaned against a chest-high counter, mashing her huge bosoms against the laminated surface and making them bulge in interesting ways to Daphne's wide blue eyes. Melanie asked for the usual information - name, address and phone number - and Emma gave her Jane's details. As she wrote out the receipt, the attractive assistant kept glancing at the oversized toddler standing as far from the women as the pink webbing reins permitted. "Isn't she a bit old to be sucking a dummy?" she whispered to the Nanny. "And surely she's too old to need a toddler harness?" Emma made no attempt to lower her voice when she replied. "Of course she's too old to be sucking a dummy! And to be led around on reins!" The callous Nanny glanced scathingly at Daphne as her little face turned bright red with embarrassment. "She's also too old to be wearing diapers - and yet... Lift up your frock and petties, little girl." In a haze of humiliation Daphne gathered up her dress and petties in front with her free hand, bunching them against the infant doll she clutched to her breast. It was only then she became aware that her diaper was warming around her groin, the soothing wetness creeping between her legs to warm her bottom. She didn't realise she was simultaneously sucking harder on her dum-dums, the noisy sounds filling the quiet boutique for a few moments. The beautiful blonde covered her painted red mouth with one hand as she gasped in shock. "What! She's wearing a diaper and baby panties! Oh my! Look at the size of that nappy! And those big plastic panties! Where did you find baby stuff big enough to fit her?" She read the humiliating message on the little girl's wet dribble bib, shaking her head in disbelief. "Most of it online," Emma reported. "Although Daphne's Mummy bought a few items for her here, I believe. Like her frilly petticoats." The woman examined the cringing little girl's outfit with a professional eye. "Yes, I recognise that one. And I think those frilly socks are some of ours, too. Cute!" She ripped the receipt out of the book and handed it to the Nanny, then stepped over to the harnessed child. Daphne released her petticoats and tried to step back, but the reins held her fast. The attractive blonde crouched down with her hands resting on her bare knees, till their faces were almost level. "You look very pretty, little girl. Next time your Mummy needs to buy you some new socks or undies, tell her to bring you in." Daphne merely stared at her beautiful face with wide eyes for a few seconds, then she numbly nodded. Did Melanie really think she was a little girl? Or was she being sarcastic? Daphne thought the former, but she couldn't be sure. Emma sniggered and replied, "I'll make sure to tell her Mummy that. How long till the repair job is finished?" "About seven to ten days. We'll call you when it's ready to be picked up. Okay?" "That'll be fine. Thanks very much, Melanie. Okay, come on, baby girl. Time to head home." Nanny led the way out of the shop, dragging Daphne along by the reins. The diapered baby could barely remember the long walk back to the car or the return journey home. As soon as Nanny led her inside the house she was locked in the highchair and spoon-fed her lunch. Daphne drained a bottle of warm milk in the highchair, then Nanny scrubbed her off and hustled her into her crib for an afternoon nap. As she raised the side rail and locked it in place, Nanny warned the exhausted little girl; "Have a good sleep, baby. We have an hour of ballet practice after you wake up, plus we still have the rest of the housework to finish. Sweet dreams, Princess." The one thing Daphne liked about ballet practice - it was the only time Nanny let her wear just a single disposable diaper. Emma told her a full nappy prevented her unwilling student from performing her dance routines properly, so she permitted the little girl to practice in a just a slim disposable under her frothy pink tutu. To Daphne, a single disposable felt like normal underwear these days, after months of wearing thick cloth nappies all night and day. And she couldn't help loving prancing around in her gorgeous frothy ballet outfit. It made her feel so little-girly! After ballet practice - where Daphne only got the backs of her bare thighs whacked a couple of times with the ruler - Nanny changed her back into a normal nappy - two layers of cloth nappies with a toddler's disposable in between to act as a soaker pad. Emma buttoned her back in her green bondage frock and petties, and made her dust and vacuum the house from top to bottom. Nanny left the little girl mostly to herself, busy preparing hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen. After Nanny walked around the house with the big baby inspecting Daphne's work, she nodded in satisfaction. "Good girl! The place looks lovely and tidy. Mummy will be pleased. You're earning so many carrots today! Aren't you?" When the baby nodded earnestly Nanny continued, "Now I want you to take the laundry off the line, take the clothes out of the dryer, and sort out the stuff for ironing. You can do that tomorrow morning. Okay? Put away the things that don't need ironing, leave the rest in the basket in the laundry, then come and report to me in the kitchen. Okay? Off you go." Daphne had to clean the kitchen benches and the floor before Nanny locked her in the highchair for an early dinner - spaghetti bolognaise - which she had to eat with her fingers. So much mess! It took ages for Nanny to scrub her face clean and wipe down the highchair tray, and her bib was filthy and food-encrusted afterwards. There was red sauce and bits of minced meat splattered everywhere. Daphne was finishing her bottle of milk when the front doorbell rang. Emma headed for the hallway but she stopped and turned around when they both heard Helen's voice sing out. "It's only me! I've let myself in." The front door slammed closed and a few seconds later the buxom matron strode into the kitchen. "Hi Em, hello baby girl," she greeted them, dumping her handbag and a full shopping bag on the kitchen bench. "Am I the first to arrive?" "Hewwo Nanna," Baby Daphne burbled wetly without bothering to remove the teat from her mouth, streams of milk dribbling down her chin. Helen grinned at the infantile sight and nodded in approval at Daphne?s appropriately babyish mannerisms. Baby Daphne stared in awe at her Nanna, her attractive heart-shaped face made up artfully to enhance her natural beauty. She was wearing a mid-thigh maroon knit dress which fitted her like a glove, low-cut in front to show a generous expanse of bulging bosom and a deep entrancing cleavage. Her dark red lipstick was a perfect match for her outfit, and her delighted smile was entrancing. A necklace of huge freshwater pearls added lustre to her swan neck and elegant appearance. The form-fitting dress on Helen's curvaceous bottom and huge breasts made her narrow waistline look slim by comparison, giving her an enviable hourglass figure. She was wearing the same black court shoes as yesterday, with the platform soles and the finger-thin six-inch heels, and her long shapely legs looked magnificent. If Daphne hadn't already been drooling heavily, she would have started then. "Jane should be home soon, and the - the 'therapist' is due in about half an hour," Emma reported, checking her watch with an enigmatic smile. "Keep an eye on the baby and make yourself a drink, will you? I'm just going to dash upstairs for a minute and set out baby's nappies and stuff for bedtime. She'll be going to bed a little later than usual tonight." "Sure thing," Nanna replied with a careless shrug. 'Take your time. I'll keep an eye on our little girl." Helen pulled two bottles of Chardonnay out of the shopping bag, popped one in the fridge and opened the other. She poured herself a glass of white wine and carried it over to the highchair, leaning her upper body against the white plastic tray. Daphne couldn't help staring at Nanna's massive breasts. The pale heaving globes were inches from her nose, threatening to spill free from Helen's clinging low-cut top at any moment. Daphne didn't realise she was instinctively sucking harder on the teat in her mouth, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of warm milk. A warning bite from the clittie cage reminded Daphne to keep her thoughts chaste. Helen reached out and patted one of the baby's tight blonde ringlets back into place. "Look at you, curly-top! Your new hairstyle is so juvenile - and feminine! Perfect for our little toddler girl! Aww! Does that taste good, baby girl?" Helen cooed mockingly, tapping the upturned base of the suckling baby's oversized plastic baby bottle with one crimson oval nail before she took an appreciative sip of her wine. The big baby nodded and kept drinking, knowing no verbal reply was required. Helen smiled wolfishly and cooed, "That's good. Drink it all up for Nanna, okay? Good girl!" Helen straightened Daphne's damp dirty bib and smiled at the embroidered message she could barely read through the splattered red sauce - 'I'm A Dirty Baby Girl!' "Your eyelashes look simply gorgeous, sweetie! Bat your eyes for Nanna. Ooo! So pretty. I can't wait to see your mouth. Hurry up and finish that bottle." She stepped over to the kitchen bench and helped herself to some biscuits and dip. It was a relief to hear air sucking back through the teat when she finally drained her huge bottle. Baby Daphne's lips were feeling a little sore, and they still felt puffy and swollen when she rubbed them together. Nanna ?tsk-tsked,? wiped clean her face with a corner of her bib, and then examined the little girl's full pink lips. "Look at those beautiful tattooed lips!" Helen sang, beaming in approval. "Gosh baby! Your lips look so big and puffy, and I love the new colour! It's like you're wearing pretty bright-pink lipstick forever! Isn't that wonderful?" Daphne pressed her fingers to her puffy lips in confusion. Is that what Eve had been doing to her lips in the salon? Tattooing? But that was permanent! Before she could mouth an objection she heard the front door open and Mummy's welcome voice call out, "I'm home!" A moment later Jane walked into the kitchen in her smart grey skirt, dumping her matching jacket over the back of a chair. Her black cotton blouse looked a little rumpled, and a few stray honey-blonde tendrils had escaped from her normally neat bun. Helen stepped over and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Hello Mum. Hello baby girl," Jane greeted them. "Oh, good thinking, Mum. Pour me a glass of wine too, will you?" "Certainly darling." Jane marched over and like her mother, leaned her torso against the highchair tray to examine her little girl's altered appearance. Daphne stared hungrily at Mummy's beautiful bulging breasts and whimpered when she felt the bite of the chastity ring. Jane smiled possessively at her feminised little sissy, enjoying the pain she could see in her eyes. Aloud she cried, "Oh my goodness! Look at that gorgeous hairstyle! So cute!" After a few seconds critical evaluation, she beamed and nodded in approval. Daphne's heart melted. Mummy looked so beautiful when she smiled with happiness. How could she not love her? "I love the lips, and those eyelashes look fabulous!" Jane gushed to her mother. "She looks like a living doll!" "I know," Helen laughingly agreed. "I can't believe how feminine she looks! Or how young!" When Emma returned, the grown-ups went into the lounge room to chat, leaving Daphne bound in the juvenile piece of furniture in the kitchen. She grew bored sucking her dummy, but she jumped in fright when the doorbell rang. She heard Mummy greet someone at the front door a few moments later, and then all the women gathered in the lounge room. Baby Daphne could barely hear the murmur of quiet conversation as Jane made the introductions "Mum, you know my friend Fiona, and this is Francine, the hypnotherapist I told you about. Francine, my mother Helen, and Emma, our Nanny." "Hello Helen, Emma." They shook hands and the visitor corrected Jane. "I'm not a qualified hypnotherapist. If I was, I probably couldn't do what you're asking me to do. Professional ethics, and all that. No, I just studied hypnosis for fun, and found I had a gift for it." Francine explained to Helen, "I perform at parties sometimes - buck's nights and hen's nights predominantly - and that's where I met Jane and Fiona." She asked Jane, "Has our subject been prepped?" Jane looked to Emma, who nodded and reported, "I crushed up two Panadeine tablets and put them in her bottle of milk, as you instructed. She finished it about twenty minutes ago." "Perfect," Francine replied with a pleased smile. "Are you sure two tablets are enough?" Jane asked. The young woman nodded. "More than that and she'll probably fall deeply asleep - too deep for what we want," Francine reported. "A small amount of opiates - codeine - will lower the subject's inhibitions and make them more susceptible to hypnotic suggestion." Emma nodded like she already knew that fact and Francine asked. "Is it true you've got her locked in a chastity device?" Jane nodded. "Her clittie-cage - it stops her clittie from getting excited." Francine had to laugh again. "I can't wait to see it! But as we discussed, we'll have to remove it if you want me to teach her to respond the way you want." "I understand," Jane replied. "Although I'd rather keep her in a nappy during the entire session. Otherwise my hopeless baby will probably wet all over my furniture." "Okay," the hypnotist chuckled. "then let me meet the big baby." Fiona led the way into the kitchen, and Daphne saw the plump redhead was dressed in her navy security uniform - minus the chequered cap. Her drab navy skirt was demurely knee-length, and she wore shin-high black Doc Martin boots on her feet, with huge chunky soles. "There's our baby girl!" she cackled in greeting. The new visitor was a woman in her late twenties, with short mousey- brown hair and an averagely pretty oval face, and a figure mostly concealed by her baggy black sweatshirt and loose navy jeans. There was nothing impressive about her - until you looked into her arresting golden eyes. They seemed to ensnare yours, and Daphne found she couldn't look away until Francine broke eye-contact. Francine was carrying a laptop in one hand, her handbag slung over the other shoulder. As soon as she caught sight of Daphne locked in the highchair, she burst into laughter. "Oh! I'm sorry," she apologised between chortles to Jane, her pleasant tenor voice cultured and attractive. "I know you told me she was a big baby - but it's one thing to hear about it - another thing entirely to see it for yourself. And it's difficult to believe that pretty thing could be a male." The brunette read the humiliating message on the big baby's bib and cracked up again. Baby Daphne could feel her cheeks getting warmer when the visitor wouldn't stop giggling for several minutes. Emma busied herself loosening the restraints and unlocking and raising aside the white plastic tray, helping her embarrassed charge climb down from the highchair seat. "Baby Daphne, this is Mummy's friend Francine," Jane introduced them. "Say hello, baby girl." Emma stepped aside so Daphne could perform a quick curtsey, then returned to unfasten her little girl's bib. The efficient nanny replaced it with a clean pink bib bearing the legend, 'Mummy's Wet Baby Girl.' Like all of Daphne's absorbent plastic-backed terry bibs, this one had oodles of frothy white lace decorating the collar and outside edge. "Hewwo Aunty Fwanthine," Daphne lisped girlishly around her dum-dums, self-consciously straightening her clean bib across her breast to cover her embarrassment. "Hewwo Aunty Fiona." That caused a fresh outburst of coarse laughter and Daphne's flushed cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. "Francine is a special therapist who has come over to try and help us understand why you love being a sissy baby so much," Mummy explained to Daphne like she was speaking down to a precocious two-year-old. "She's just going to have a quiet little chat with you. Okay sweetie?" Daphne nodded uncertainly, the dummy guard ring bobbing against her snub nose. When she had her giggles under control, Francine suggested to Jane, "Let's take the - the baby into the lounge room so she can sit down, then maybe lie down on the lounge. Okay?" "Sure thing," Jane replied, snatching Daphne's hand and leading the way. The others trooped after them, but Francine stopped to turn back and hold up her hand. "To start off with, I need the subject alone by himself - herself, I mean. It'll take about ten or twenty minutes to get her started, then you can come in. Okay?" "Fine," Jane agreed, releasing Daphne's hand, turning around to sweep Fiona, Emma and her mother ahead of her back towards the kitchen. "We need to make fresh drinks anyway. Don't we, girls? Can I pour you a glass of white wine, Francine?" "Maybe afterwards," the hypnotist replied. "Could I have a glass of water, though? This can be thirsty work." Daphne perched nervously on the edge of nearest grey leather lounge and the visitor placed her laptop on the coffee table in front of the worried-looking sissy. Francine opened her computer and switched it on, then thanked Emma when she brought in a glass of water and placed it nearby. "Thanks Em. So, Daphne, is it?" The diapered sissy nodded apprehensively as she watched her smirking Nanny leave the room. "Your- your Mummy tells me you like wearing nappies and behaving like a little girl. Is that right?" Another tentative nod. The therapist's voice reminded him of a radio announcer's voice - smooth, warm, with a slightly sexual throb - and difficult to ignore. "Do you know why that is?" The little girl shook her head, the ring of her dum-dums bobbing busily against her snub nose. "Would you like to know why?" Daphne carelessly shrugged her shoulders and Francine chuckled. "Well, even if you don't want to know - your Mummy does. So I'm going to ask you some questions. But first we need you to relax." Francine switched on the program and the laptop screen came alive with a rainbow of swirling colours. "I want you to keep your eyes on the screen," she commanded as she sat on the lounge opposite. Daphne cautiously gazed at the swirling patterns on the screen, her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but the colourful display was very eye-catching. "Just relax and watch the pretty patterns," Francine suggested in that silken commanding tone. As Daphne stared at the colourful array she thought distractedly, 'Her voice is the most attractive thing about her.' It was a sweet melodious voice, clear as crystal. "Relax, Daphne, and let your eyelids grow heavy So heavy. So heavy that they need to close." The therapist's voice seemed to get louder in Daphne's ears as her eyelids started to droop. Twenty minutes later Francine walked into the kitchen where the women were seated at the bench with their glasses of wine. "Okay, she's under," she reported. "Well and truly under, I must say! Your sissy baby is a great hypnotic subject." "Really?" Helen's tone indicated her disbelief. Francine smiled and nodded. "You can come in and see for yourselves. But you mustn't talk," she warned them, her expression serious. She held up a foolscap sheet of paper with notes written on it. "I have the questions you want answered here in my hand, plus the suggestions Jane and I discussed. Only Jane is allowed to speak, and then only to deliver the post-hypnotic triggers we rehearsed earlier today. Understand?" The listening women nodded and climbed to their feet, eager to see the mystical display. In the lounge room, Baby Daphne was lying full-length on one three- seater lounge, eyes closed and breathing deeply, her head propped up by a pillow and her sloppy dum-dums bobbing in her mouth. Emma, Jane and Helen quietly sat on the opposite lounge while Fiona stood behind them, leaning one hip against the back of the leather lounge and grinning from ear to ear. Francine produced a spray can of Evian water from her handbag, then a sewing needle from her wallet, holding them up with a theatrical gesture. "Watch this," she silently mouthed to the watching women. In that soft but penetrating voice Francine said to her sleeping subject, "Daphne, I'm going to spray your arm with anaesthetic. This will make your arm completely numb." She liberally sprayed his right hand, wrist and forearm with a mist of water, then tossed the can to Helen so she could assure herself it was nothing but expensive mineral water imported from France. "Your fingers are going numb, your hand is going numb, all the way up your forearm, wherever the spray touched. Do you understand, Daphne?" "Yes Mith," the sleeping child mumbled around her dum-dums. Francine nodded. "As every second passes the numbness sets in, until you can't feel anything below your forearm. Is that right, Daphne?" "My hand feelth wike it'th gone numb," the little girl sleepily reported. "You can't feel me touching your hand, can you?" she prompted, tapping his wrist lightly with the tip of one red fingernail. The apparently-sleeping sissy shook her head. "Nuh-uh." Francine picked up the sewing needle and showed it to the watching women sitting opposite. "Can you feel this?" She demanded, shoving the needle into the back of Daphne's hand. The hypnotised child didn't even flinch. Helen and Jane gasped, but Emma and Fiona merely grinned and nodded sagely. "No Mith, I can't feel anyfing," Daphne reported in a soft dreamy voice. Francine shot the open-mouthed women a triumphant smile, plucked out the needle and replaced it in her wallet, satisfied she had proved her subject was deeply under hypnotic control. "Alright Daphne, I want you to breathe deeply and relax. The anaesthetic is wearing off. The feeling is returning to you hand and fingers. I'm in control. You're perfectly safe here in this place with me. You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I want to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them as honestly as you can, to the best of your ability. Do you understand?" "Yeth Mith." "Will you do that for me?" "Yeth Mith." Working from the notes she'd jotted down earlier, Francine started quizzing Baby Daphne about her love of diapers and baby girl outfits. She paused occasionally to reassure Daphne she was in a safe place and to encourage her to speak freely. The women were surprised to learn the sissy had had a fascination with nappies and girls' clothes even since before David was five. Jane already knew about the time Daphne's real Mummy dressed her son up in frocks and nappies, when he was twelve. He'd written about it in some of his posts to the sissy baby sites he liked to frequent. When she felt they'd exhausted those avenues of investigation, Francine asked, "Daphne, is your nappy wet?" "Yeth Mith." "Then it must be time for Mummy to change your nappy. I want you to lie perfectly still and have a little sleep while Mummy changes you, okay?" When the baby obligingly nodded, she added, "You're going to fall fast asleep now, and you won't hear a thing or wake up till I tell you to wake up. Three, two, one, sleep." Francine tapped Daphne's shoulder and then turned to the women with a pleased smile. "Okay, you can talk now. She won't hear a thing." "Really?" Helen demanded incredulously, and the smiling woman nodded with absolute certainty. "I told you - she's a great hypnotic subject, and the dose of codeine you administered earlier only makes my job easier." Jane produced Daphne's diaper bag, and slipped a change mat under her sleeping baby's limp body with some difficulty. She pulled down her plastic panties and unpinned her wet nappy, and tossed it in a used plastic shopping bag she took from the change bag. Jane shook out another plastic bag in readiness and ripped open the tapes of Daphne's swollen yellowed disposable. When she peeled it away, the therapist leaned over for a closer look. Francine burst into laughter and shook her head in disbelief, and Fiona had to walk around and see for herself. The chunky redhead had seen such things before, and she merely smiled and nodded in approval. "I've never seen a chastity device for a male before," Francine commented, "- well, for a sissy-boy like yours. And he's so tiny! It's a wonder you bother locking him up!" she scoffed, as Jane rolled up the sodden disposable. "I mean - what woman would be interested in that?" The hypnotist disdainfully pointed at the limp little organ under discussion. "It's not to keep her away from other women - it's to stop my naughty baby constantly playing with herself," Jane explained, stuffing the well-used diaper into the shopping bag and tying it closed. She tossed the bundle to the floor and slid a fresh adult disposable under her baby's bottom before proceeding. She held out her hand to Helen. "Mum? I need the key. We have to take off her clittie-cage for this next bit." "Oh. Okay, darling." Helen unclasped a sliver chain from around her neck and handed her daughter the small silver key looped on it. "I love that you call it a clittie-age?" Francine chortled. "It's hilarious!" She watched closely as Jane unlocked and removed the two tiny silver padlocks, then she produced the special key to loosen the restraint. In moments she slid it from the sleeping child's flaccid tool, then Mummy cleaned him with baby wipes and sprinkled on some powder. She taped the clean diaper around Daphne's hips and with some effort, wormed the same pink plastic panties up her unconscious baby's legs. "There!" Jane panted in satisfaction, "My baby girl is ready for the next bit." Fiona tossed her friend a conspiratorial grin as she returned to her place behind the lounge. Francine waved Jane back to her seat, asking, "You know your lines?" Jane smiled and nodded, and so did Francine. "Okay let's do this." She tapped the sleeping baby on the shoulder. "One, two three. Wake up, Baby Daphne." The unconscious child immediately stirred. "I want you rest, Daphne. Lie back and relax, keep your eyes closed, and listen only to my voice." Francine made sure her subject was still deeply under, then she referred to the sheet of directions before continuing. "You love your Mummy, don't you Daphne?" The supine child nodded, and chewed harder on her dummy teat. "I want you to respond verbally - but you must always use your best little-girl voice. Now tell me. Do you love your Mummy?" This time Daphne nodded and sleepily replied, "Yeth Mith. I wuv my Mummy." "Good girl! And you love to make Mummy happy, don't you?" "Yeth Mith. I wuv to make Mummy happy." "When you're a little girl in nappies, keeping Mummy happy is the most important thing in the world! Isn't it?" "Yeth Mith!" Daphne fervently agreed, nodding her head "It's very important that you always remember that fact. Keeping Mummy happy is the most important thing in the world for you. Will you always remember that fact?" "Yeth Mith." Francine shot the watching women a triumphant smile before continuing. "Now we're going to take a little trip back through time. I'm going to count backwards from twenty-four, and as we go backwards, you will get younger and younger. Twenty-four. You are the age you are today. Twenty-three. You are one year younger. Twenty-two. Another year younger. Twenty-one. Another year younger." In her melodious commanding voice she lowered David's mental age until they reached, "Three. You are now three years of age. Let's go back two more months. You are now two years and ten months old. How do you feel?" Daphne smiled sleepily around the sloppy guard of her dum-dums. "I peel good, Mith." Helen shook her head in amazement. Daphne actually sounded like a small child! "That's good, Daphne," Francine purred. "Very good. Now Daphne, tell me. Are you a little girl or a little boy?" The happy smile instantly disappeared. "I- I'm a widdle boy," Daphne whispered, frowning in distaste. "What's wrong, baby? Don't you want to be a little boy?" Jane looked on in amazement. David's face had changed completely, softening to a more innocent, child-like expression. The sleeping child shook her head. "I don' wanna be a boy. I wanna be a widdle girl," Daphne confessed, wriggling in embarrassment. "Shh. Relax," Francine soothed her troubled subject. "Shh! Everything is alright, Daphne. I have magical powers. I'm going to grant your special wish. When you feel me touch your groin and snap my fingers, your ugly male genitals will instantly turn into beautiful female genitals and you'll be a little girl forever! Are you ready?" "Oh yeth! Yeth pweathe, Mith!" The watching women had to fight back their chuckles when Francine leaned over his diapered crotch and pressed her hand against the front of his plastic panties. She pressed down firmly into the soft padding till she was sure she was touching his genitals before snapping her fingers loudly. Everyone else in the room jumped. "You now have a beautiful little puffy slit instead of an ugly male penis and that hideous wrinkled ballsack." She withdrew her hand and watched the diapered sissy beam and squirm with joy. "Oh fank you Mith! Fank you!" Daphne wetly burbled from around her dum- dums. "Shh! That's alright, little girl," Francine calmed her. "Shh! Relax and listen. Relax and listen. Are you relaxed now and listening?" "Yeth Mith." "Good girl. Whenever you hear your Mummy say the words -" she pointed at Jane. "Baby-time, baby-time, baby-time," Jane parroted in a loud clear voice. "- you will revert back to how you feel right now. You are a diapered little girl not yet three years of age, with no control over her bladder or bowels. I have removed that control from your mind. You are a happy, content little girl who loves her Mummy. You are a small child, under the care of your loving Mummy, your Nanny or your Nanna - or which ever woman they put in charge of you. Do you understand this command?" Baby Daphne nodded. "Yeth Mith," she dreamily responded. Francine likewise nodded and continued. "You are a little girl named Daphne, who can only think, walk and talk like a two-year-old girl. You must behave like a good little girl to the best of your ability. Understood?" "Yeth Mith." "Whenever you hear your Mummy give you an order preceded by the words - " "Mummy says you must -" Jane piped up. " - you will be compelled to obey whatever order is given to you, to the best of your two-year-old abilities. Do you understand this command?" "Yeth Mith." Francine glanced at the next two items before continuing. "When you hear your Mummy say the words -" "Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin," Jane filled in. "- your bladder will instantly empty. You will have no control over when or where this might happen. When you hear your Mummy say the words -" "Potty-time, potty-time, potty-time," Jane sang. " - your bowels will instantly move until they are empty. Do you understand these commands I have given you?" "Yeth Mith." "Because I control your mind, you must obey every command I have given you. You have no choice. You are compelled to obey me. Is that correct?" "Yeth Mith. I muth't obey." Daphne sleepily nodded agreement as she fervently sucked her dum-dums. Francine consulted her list, checking the last two items. She needed to return her subject to his real age before proceeding. "Alright Baby Daphne, I'm going to count from three up to twenty-four. Each time I count higher, you will feel yourself growing older. "Three, Four. Five. You're growing up. Six, seven eight, nine, ten. You're a big girl now. When you hear your Mummy say the words -" "Big-girl time, big-girl time, big-girl time," Jane repeated. "- this is the age you will be. How old are you, Daphne?" "I'm ten," the sleeping child mumbled around her dum-dums. Francine smiled in approval and you could hear it in her warm throbbing voice. "Yes, that's right! Good girl! You're ten years old. You're a ten-year-old little girl named Daphne - but you still have no control over your bowels and bladder. Remember? I've taken away that control forever." "Oh!" Daphne's expression became troubled. "But that's okay," Francine reassured her worried subject. "Your Mummy loves you and she keeps you in nappies all the time, so you don't have accidents in your panties. Doesn't she?" Daphne nodded enthusiastically and smiled happily. "Yeth! My Mummy wuvs me!" "And even though you know you're too old to be wearing nappies and baby panties - you secretly love wearing them. Don't you, little girl?" "Uh-huh," Daphne mumbled, nodding and smiling contentedly, her eyes still closed. Even in her somnolent state she reached down with both hands and pressed her plastic panties against her diaper, fondly cupping her padded crotch against her genitals. Francine smiled victoriously at her hapless subject before she continued. "We're going to grow up a bit more now. As I count upwards from ten, you will feel yourself ageing. Ten, eleven, twelve?" The hypnotist counted up to twenty-four, then left Daphne at that age. "You are twenty-four again, and when you hear your Mummy say the words -" "Daphne grow up, Daphne grow up, Daphne grow up," Jane parroted. "- you will return to this age. You will still be unable to control your bladder or bowels. Remember; I have removed that control from your mind forever." Francine reached down and brushed the baby's hands aside from the front of her nappy. Cupping his panty crotch with her palm and fingers, she turned to Jane and nodded. Jane leaned forward and parroted, "Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin." A few seconds later Francine's oval face creased in a pleased smile and she nodded smugly to her audience. "Baby Daphne is wetting her diaper," she quietly reported. In a louder voice she cooed, "Good girl!" Francine held her hand in place for a minute or two, waiting until she was certain Daphne's hot stream had trickled to a halt. ?Good girl!? Then she began caressing the front of her plastic panties, reaching down to probe between the baby's legs and under her padded bum. "Ooo!" she crooned. "What a warm wet nappy!" She smiled at the sissy baby's thrilled reaction and patted her panty front. 'Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack.' Francine located Daphne's swelling clittie and rubbed the wet gel padding against her naughty bits. Daphne smiled and gurgled in pleasure, gently thrusting her stiffening clittie against the hand that caressed her panty front, a warm stream of drool running down one cheek. Francine nodded for Jane to take over. Jane stepped around the coffee table until she was standing over her recumbent child, and when the therapist removed her hand from Daphne's panty crotch, she replaced it with her own. 'Thwack-thwack-thwack- thwack-thwack.' Jane's palm and fingers cupped the plastic panties, rubbing and massaging the warm wet wadding against her baby's recently- freed clittie, and she could feel her little girl responding. Daphne's clittie grew hard and stiff, and she wriggled and moaned in excitement on the lounge, sucking noisily on her dum-dums. "Does that feel nice, little girl?" asked Francine. She nodded to Jane, who rubbed harder and faster. "Oh yeth!" Daphne wetly burbled, writhing in apparent ecstasy. "Would you like to do cummies in your lovely warm wet nappy, Daphne?" "Oh yeth! Yeth pweathe, Mith!" "I want you to start counting from one to ten. One means you feel lovely, two is better, three is wonderful, and so on, all the way up to nine. Nine is when your about to do your cummies. Ten is when you know you can't stop yourself cumming. Understand?" "Yeth Mith." Jane wrapped her fingers as far around Daphne's throbbing clittie as the plastic panties and clinging wet diaper allowed, rubbing up and down in a steady regular rhythm. Francine commanded, "Using the number code, how do you feel now, Daphne?" "Wonderful! I mean, fwee, Mith!" "Three?" Francine indicated Jane should rub harder and faster. "How about now?" "Ooo! Four, Mith! No, five! Ohh, ooo, thix!" Daphne gasped around her dum-dums. Francine let the excited little girl get all the way up to "nine" before she nodded to Jane. Just as the thrilled sissy was about to scream "Ten!" and explode, Jane loudly interrupted. "Potty-time! Potty-time! Potty-time!" "Ten!" Daphne squealed, and then she snatched a deep breath and held it. The jerking child's little legs flew into the air, knees drawing back to her chest as she noisily farted. As her throbbing clittie erupted in her warm wet nappy, so did her bowels. To Daphne it felt like everything was coming out of her all at once, from both ends, and her whole body thrashed and shook with the intensity of the sensations which threatened to overwhelm her. Fiona, Emma and Jane watched on in amazement as the moaning sissy obviously soiled herself while she was violently climaxing. Helen gasped in wonder and clutched her pearls against her throat. Even as the little girl jerked and bucked in orgasm and she simultaneously filled her nappy with a load of squishy excrement, Francine kept imprinting instructions on the mind of her hypnotised subject. "Every time you poo your nappy you will feel like this," she instructed the writhing groaning baby. "Filling your diaper with a big load of poo-poo will feel like an orgasm to you. And every time you climax, you will automatically soil yourself - whether you are diapered or not. Do you understand these commands I have given you?" "Yeth Mith," The trembling baby breathlessly panted, before she returned to sucking noisily on her big baby soother. Her whole body twitched occasionally with the aftershocks of her tumultuous climax. "When I wake you up, you will be compelled to obey all the commands I have given you. However, you will not remember any part of our conversation here this evening. Is that understood, Daphne?" Francine demanded. "Yeth Mith." "Very good." Francine smiled in satisfaction, then turned to face her audience. She indicated they should leave quietly, pressing a finger to her lips to urge them to remain silent. She waited until the grinning women had returned to the kitchen before proceeding with the wake-up routine. "I'm going to count from one to ten, Daphne. Each time the number gets higher, you will feel more awake. When I reach ten, you will be fully awake and quite refreshed, although soon ready for a good night's sleep. You will feel calm and relaxed, even though you will not remember any part of our previous conversation. Let's begin counting. One, two, three?" Daphne heard "Ten" and her eyes flickered open, her lustrous black lashes fluttering distractingly in her field of view for a few seconds. She was feeling quite relaxed and calm - until she caught a whiff of her stinky diaper. She raised her head and glanced down at her diapered loins, cringing in shame. She jerked in alarm when Francine asked, "How do you feel?" She'd completely forgotten the strange woman was there. "Okay - I gueth," Daphne replied, her little round cheeks colouring with shame as she sat up. There was a big squishy lump in the seat of her diaper, and she felt the warm turd mashing under her weight, smearing moistly over both cheeks. The foul poopy smell suddenly grew much stronger, and she brushed down the front of her green bondage frock while cringing in shame. "Sowwy. I fink I did a poo-poo in my nappy," she apologised, one hand reaching down to cup the front of her pink plastic panties. She didn't notice she was sitting on her change mat spread out on the leather lounge. 'When did I poop my nappy? I don't remember doing that!' Daphne asked herself in confusion. She was surprised to find she was wearing only a disposable diaper under her normal baby panties, and it felt warm and drenched, too! 'That's strange,' she thought. 'I'm sure I was wearing a cloth nappy when Mummy brought me in here. When did Mummy change me? When did I dirty my diaper? What happened?' Her train of thought was interrupted when Francine held out one hand to her. "Come on, Baby Daphne. Let's take you back to your Mummy so she can change you out of that stinky wet diaper." She led the confused toddler waddling back to the kitchen, where the gathered women greeted her appearance with cries of joy. "Here she is! How do you feel, baby?" Mummy cooed. When the befuddled sissy nodded in reply, Jane said to the hypnotist, "Come and have a glass of Chardonnay with us, Francine." "Did you enjoy that, Baby Daphne?" Emma asked with a sly teasing smile. "I bet she did!" Fiona cackled. "I'm sure she did," Helen rejoined, then her eyes dropped to Daphne's drooping crotch. "Although it looks like our little girl is well overdue for a diaper change." "I'll take care of her," Emma volunteered. "I am the Nanny, after all." Jane saluted the conscientious Nanny with her glass of wine. 'Thanks, Em. I appreciate it." "I'll change her and put her to bed, if you like? It's already past our little girl's bedtime." "That would be great! Thank you. Call me when she's clean and fresh, though. I need to lock my baby's clittie-cage back on before we diaper her for bedtime. We don't want our precious baby girl staying up all night in her crib playing with her naughty sissy clittie. Do we?" "No we don't," Helen heartily insisted, and the others chorused their denials. While Emma escorted the dirty wet baby upstairs, the others bombarded Francine with questions. "How effective are your post-hypnotic suggestions?" Helen demanded. "Very effective," Francine replied with a confident smile. She took a sip of chilled white wine and smiled in approval. "Of course, the commands will probably only last a few days - unless they are reinforced." "Reinforced?" asked Fiona, refilling her own glass with wine. Francine nodded and tilted her head towards her hostess. "I've already told Jane all about it. We've booked weekly sessions every Monday evening for the next month. Plus she's paid me to make up a subliminal recording of my normal routine to put someone under, as well as reinforce all the post-hypnotic suggestions I've implanted in Daphne's subconscious this evening." She took out her mobile phone and held it up. "I already have Jane's verbal commands recorded on my phone, which I'll add to the mix. It'll be about an hour long, then repeat ad nauseum until you switch it off - or for as long as the memory chip lasts. Probably about forty-eight hours, then it automatically loops back to the beginning and starts all over again." Helen turned to Jane and asked, "How are you going to make Daphne listen to it?" "Her fairy mobile," Jane replied with a wicked grin. "The one over her crib. It has an inbuilt sound system with a USB port, so you can make it play any music you like. Baby listens to it every night, and Emma and I turn it on at nap-time, too. The current chip plays Nursery rhymes." "The new one will contain subliminal hypnotic commands," Francine added. "All the baby will hear is the usual Nursery rhymes the mobile normally plays. I'll make it up tomorrow and get the memory stick to you before the end of the business day, Jane. The sooner you start regularly reinforcing the commands, the more effective and longer- lasting they'll be." Jane, Fiona and Helen nodded in understanding. "I must buy one of those mobile's for Daphne's crib at my place," Helen decided. "And you can make up a copy of Daphne's special mix for me, too. Do you have a business card, Francine?" Francine handed Helen a card and asked Jane, "Do you have any friends with little girls around two to three years old?" The beautiful blonde hostess looked confused by the question and nodded. "A few. My sister has two daughters, five and three." "Borrow some video recordings of them playing, if you can," Francine suggested. "Even better if it's two or three little girls playing together. Run them on the TV when your sissy is playing with her dolls and things in the lounge room, put her in her toddler-girl state and give her the command - 'Mummy says you must study these little girls on the TV and learn to act more like them.' Do you understand?" Jane laughed and clapped her hands in delight. "That is just brilliant, Francine!" she squealed in admiration. Fiona's grin almost split her pug face in two. Helen volunteered, "I have some recordings of my granddaughter Jessica playing with some of her same-age girlfriends when she was around two or three, at birthday parties, and hours of tape of Jessica and her baby sister Zoe playing together. Would they do?" "That would be perfect," Francine replied with a wicked grin. "Make Daphne watch them for an hour or so every day, and see what effect it has on her behaviour." They heard Emma call to Jane from upstairs. "Excuse me. I'd better go chastise my baby girl," Jane apologised with a quiet snigger. She slipped off her stool and trotted out of the kitchen, collecting Daphne's clittie-cage and the keys and locks from the lounge room before heading upstairs. When she walked into the Nursery, Jane was pleased to see Emma had cleaned her baby girl from head to toe before popping her in her red-and-white polka-dot Minnie Mouse shortie nightie. Daphne was lying back on her change table, little feet waving in the air, naked from the waist down with her clean night nappies lying open underneath her freshly-scrubbed bottom. Nanny had even smeared the baby?s tiny genitals with pink baby lotion, to make the process easier. Daphne was surprised to learn her clittie-cage had been removed without her knowledge, and she gazed up at Mummy in confusion when Jane walked in holding up the silver restraint. "Look what I've got for my baby girl!" Daphne didn't remember Mummy or Nanna unlocking her clittie-cage and removing it - and she felt sure she would have remembered something like that! She felt awfully confused. "Keep still, baby girl." Unusually for Daphne, her limp clittie didn't react at all to Mummy's intimate handling, as Jane efficiently clipped the chastity device around her slippery hairless sack and locked it in place. 'It's almost as if I'd cum only a little while ago,' the confused sissy thought, shaking her head in befuddlement. Mummy threaded Daphne's limp little nub into the smaller silver ring and soon it too, was securely locked around the base of her slender shaft. Satisfied her little sissy was safely under lock and key again, Jane wished her chastised baby, "Goodnight sweetheart!" She lovingly kissed Daphne's cheek. "Ni-ni Mummy." "Sleep tight, babykins! I'll leave you finish up, Nanny. Come and join us when you've finished putting the baby down for the night. I'll pour you a glass of wine, Em. Okay?" "Thanks, Jane. That would be great!" Emma made short work of diapering Baby Daphne, pulling a clean pair of pink plastic panties over the little girl's bulky night nappies. "Alright little girl, climb down from the change table and you can hop into your crib. Good girl." As soon as she raised and locked the side of the crib, Emma passed the supine sissy a bottle of warm milk through the bars. She placed another oversized baby bottle of water in the cup holder attached to the headboard. While the sissy baby lay back and thrust the dripping teat between her lips, Nanny attached her dummy clip to the lace-edged collar of her silky nylon nightgown. Emma grinned down at the slurping sissy baby sucking rhythmically on her bottle teat. "Goodnight, Baby Daphne," she wished her, "Sweet dreams, Princess. See you in the morning." "G'night Nanny." As Daphne drained her bottle she tried to recall her conversation with the strange visitor Francine. She felt sure they'd been chatting for a while, but she couldn't seem to remember a word. There was a vague memory lurking somewhere in the back of her mind, but every time she tried to reach for it, it slipped from her mental grasp. Tiredness overcame desire and she was fumbling the teat of her dum-dums between her milk-stained lips even as sleep claimed her. She woke a few times during the night when unwanted but unavoidable, dream-induced erections caused her pain, but she soon calmed down, wet her nappy and fell straight back to sleep. When Helen realised Jane's friends intended staying for a while, she politely made her excuses and headed off home. She'd wanted to have a chat with her daughter about her plans to potty-train Baby Daphne, but Helen didn't want to raise such a delicate personal matter with an audience present. She promised herself she'd broach the subject with Jane soon. To be continued in chapter 19.