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BOBBIE
Oh Lord, here he is, drunk, falling down drunk, Anna thought.
She heard her husband of thirty years come home in his usual state. He
spend all his days in the pool hall and his evenings at Maloney's Bar.
The fact that he could afford it was not the point. Ever since they won
the lottery and he gave up working he spend his days drinking.
Half past seven and he could barely walk. He started early.
She had attempted to get him help but he was not interested. His so
called friends just sponged off him, Anna tried to tell him this but he
brushed it aside.
Neither of them were used to so much money, they both decided that they
did not want to leave their neighborhood. Instead they continued living
in their own small home and set up their two kids who were now married
and living who knew where well away from their drunken father.
Anna still got the occasional text so she knew her two boys and their
families were OK.
Anna was mostly content, she had all her friends living locally, money to
burn and was considered a saint by those same friends, she never let them
fall into financial trouble, which was not uncommon in the neighbourhood
where they lived. But unlike her husband, her friends were genuine.
The years drinking had changed Robert from a wonderful (or so she thought
at the time) hard working father and husband to a mean spirited ugly man.
It had been a long time since he raised a hand to her, but when drunk
could still be very threatening and verbally abusive.
Their sex life was non-existent and Anna missed the intimacy. Anna knew
she could walk out any time, money would not be a problem, she questioned
herself if she still loved Robert and was stupidly clinging on to the
belief that she could help him back to be the person he once was.
The children had urged her to leave him and at the time she was about to,
he said that if she left him he would harm himself. She was not so much
afraid of him, it was more her being afraid for him.
Not having heard a sound since the almighty crash after the door had been
slammed closed she began to fear he had done himself damage. She put
down her book and wondered out to the hall to see Robert lying flat on
his face.
It was dark in the hallway so she turned on the light and with some
effort managed to turn him over. She could already see the massive lump
that, as she watched, was getting even bigger on his forehead.
"Up we get," she said as she helped him to his feet. Struggling under
his weight she finally managed to get him into the kitchen and sitting at
the table. Going to the freezer she took out a frozen bag of chips and
got him to hold the bag to his head while she filled up a glass of water
and helped him drink it.
"Are you OK?" she asked, knowing it was a silly question, this was not
the first time he had knocked himself about. It was a regular
occurrence.
Sipping from the glass she was holding to his lips he said drunkenly, "I
love how you mother me."
"I am not your mother, who, if she still with us would give you the
telling off that you deserve."
"You could be my mother, I think I will call you Mummy," he slurred.
"If I was your mother I would have you across my knee and give you the
spanking you deserve for being such a foolish child," she told him.
"Want to be spanked," he muttered, "Mummy, I want to be your little baby,
I want you to mother me."
Where on Earth was this coming from?" thought Anna. Probably concussion,
maybe I should get him to a hospital or just call a doctor, although she
did not think doctors made house calls anymore. She found a couple of
paracetamol and had him take them instead.
Lying on the table was baby Maria's bib and soother, Anna's friend Jill
had visited and brought her granddaughter with her. Jill had left the
items behind, Anna intended to return them the next day.
Instinctively she picked up the soother and stuck it in Robert's mouth.
"Here, suck on that you big baby," she told him.
He began to making loud sucking noises as he worked the soother just as
hard as the baby in the Simpsons.
"My, my, baby Robert really knows how to suck, let Mummy tie on your bib
to keep baby dry. We can't have him dribbling on his t-shirt."
Robert was making affirmative gestures with his head so Anna tied the
little pink bib about his neck.
"Baby has his pink bib on, but pink is a little girl's colour, is baby a
little girl?" Anna asked.
More positive gestures from Robert.
"Well if baby is a little girl we cannot call her Robert, that's a silly
boy's name, I know we will call baby Bobbie, that can be a little girls
name. Will we call baby Bobbie?"
He nodded a yes.
"I think it's time to get Bobbie to bed, little girls should have been
beddy byes hours ago. Mummy will take her little girl upstairs, get her
a pretty nightie and panties to wear, maybe Mummy could find something
that will work as a nappy for baby, we do not want her wetting the bed."
"This is just ridiculous," she thought as she got him to his feet, "maybe
I should whack him on the head every night."
She got him up the stairs, into the bedroom and began to undress him as
if he were a child. First sitting him on the bed to remove his shoes and
socks, then standing him up to remove his t-shirt, undoing his belt and
getting him to step out of his jeans and the same with his Y-fronts.
It was not the first time she had to undress him but it was going to be
the first time she would put him into panties. She hesitated wondering if
she really should, then said to herself, "what the hell."
Her underwear was not what you could call sexy, so she settled on a pair
of pink cotton full briefs. As she held them for him to step into she
could not help but notice his erection. It was a long while since she
had seen him so aroused and she was almost tempted to push him backwards
onto the bed and have her wicket way with him.
The thought make her smile, but instead she pulled the panties up tight
and allowed the elastic band to snap against his bear skin. She could
not help herself and ran her hand over the front of the panties feeling
his penis twitch, saying, "That is such a pretty bow on the front of
Bobbie's pink panties."
The soother was getting a trashing.
"Now Mummy's little girl is almost ready for beddy byes, let her just get
baby Bobbie a pretty nightie."
Anna went to her underwear drawer again and produced a nightie for him,
this one was definitely a little more girly. It was a pale yellow in
colour, full length with a white lace collar, puffy short sleeves with
the same lace trim. She had him raise his arms and pulled the nightie
over his head and let it fall to the ground.
"My little girl looks so pretty, Mummy needs to get a photo of her
Bobbie."
She grabbed her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and began
taking pictures of him with the soother in his mouth wearing a nightie.
She also began recording.
"Now into bed princess and let Mummy tuck her precious little girl in."
Before tucking him in she once again ran her hand down his front of the
nightie to smooth it out and brush over his penis, which Anna was sure
was even bigger than before.
"Does baby like her panties and nightie?" again he nodded and muttered
something.
"Mummy did not hear you." She took the soother out.
"Yes Mummy," he said.
She pulled the sheet up and made a show of tucking him in. "Would Bobbie
like to be a little baby girl forever?"
"Yes Mummy, forever."
She put the soother back in his mouth recording the noise he made
sucking.
"Mummy will now take baby's soother, she does not want her little girl
swallowing it, Mummy will get Bobbie a bigger soother just for her."
He made a whimpering sound as she removed the soother, she rubbed his
cheek and said, "Sweet dreams baby, Mummy will come in the morning and
get Bobbie all ready for another day tomorrow."
He was aroused and she was sure he had wet his panties but he was also
drowsy and very drunk and sleep won over.
Anna went downstairs and made herself a coffee and considered what the
hell had happened and where it would lead. She pulled her laptop closer
and opened it and searched under "Adult Baby Clothing."
She wondered if it would be possible to keep him as he was right now, she
had looked at all the items she could buy for adults who wished to behave
like small children, she also looked at a few sites that catered for such
behavior, it appeared that just about all males who fantasize about being
babies wanted to be baby girls.
She needed to talk to someone. She settled on Francis, a neighbour.
Francis was a male nurse, openly gay. They had all grown up together in
the neighbourhood as children but when Francis finally came out as gay
Robert had made his life miserable until Francis finally learned to
handle him.
He had always suspected Robert of hiding something about himself and when
he began to question Robert about his sexuality it was enough to make
Robert back off. Now what Anna was telling him came as no great surprise
for Francis.
"Listen Anna, I finish my shift at nine, can I come around and we will
talk."
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He pulled into Anna's driveway just before ten and went to the boot and
grabbed a bag before ringing the bell of her door.
"Come in," Anna said.
"Where is he?" Francis asked.
"Upstairs, fast asleep," Anna answered.
"I think I should take a look at that knock he got to his head before
anything else," Francis, ever the nurse, said.
Francis dropped the bag on the hall stand and took out a small medical
zip-up bag and followed Anna up to the bedroom.
Inside Robert was snoring, Francis opened his eyes and pointed the beam
of the small torch into then one by one.
"Concussed for sure," he said.
"What will I do?" Anna asked.
"Well, just keep an eye on him, he needs to be checked on at least every
hour," Francis answered.
"Where does that leave me?, she asked again.
"Let's go downstairs and talk, I could kill that coffee you promised,"
Francis said.
Before going into the kitchen he retrieved the bag he had left in the
hall and put it on the kitchen table.
"Coffee," he reminded Anna, who was just watching him with the bag,
before beginning to remove the items.
The kettle was on but Anna was still only interested in the bag.
"You said you had an idea," she said as she spooned instant coffee into a
mug.
"I do," he answered, "don't know if it will work or not. You asked if it
was possible to keep him as he was tonight, a baby. Not sure. But think
about it, he was out of his mind with drink, never mind the fall. I have
always thought one of the reasons he drank as much as he did was because
he was hiding something."
"In the beginning I believe drinking with his mates made him feel big,
manly, or at least appear manly. But last night he might have said
things he will regret he said as soon as he wakes up and sobers up, if he
ever completely does."
"So my idea is to keep him heavily drunk for the time being." Here he
reached into the bag and brought out two babies bottles and a packet of
teats that attached to them. "These you fill with half milk and half
whiskey, you feed them to him as if he was a baby."
"The baby bottles come from the sterilization department and these," he
lifted out a pack of adult nappies, "from, well I'm sure you can guess."
Anna was shaking her head. "Do you really believe he will go along with
this?"
"We won't know until we try, by the way I want to be part of this, I owe
him a little bit of misery. I can get hold of certain drugs if we need
them."
"Oh Francis, I'm not sure anymore."
"You owe him a little bit of misery also Anna, he hasn't been exactly the
model husband, remember the black eyes, the bruises, the kids crying in
the corner. No let's do this."
"What about Michael, won't he object?"
Michael is Francis's partner. "Lord no, Michael cannot stand Robert."
He continued, "On the way over I was thinking, stop I know what you are
going to say, "not another plan" but this is a good one. Maybe."
"If what we do now sets up Robert to become Bobbie then we raise our
little girl, after a while we turn him into an awkward 11-year-old,
school uniform and all, then a silly teenager in short skirts and hot
pants, besotted with boys, next an elegant young woman and finally an
older woman with responsibilities about the house."
"We slowly remove his dolls and as the awkward kid we will get him fitted
with braces and teach him to skip. We will feed him estrogen which will
gradually make changes, it will take a while but as he begins to develop
breasts that will be his teenage years. Then we just carry on and on"
"Soon we will have our little young lady, then ultimately we turn him
into your domestic."
"You mean like him doing the housework?" Anna asked.
"Most definitely," Francis smiled at her.
"I would love to see that," Anna said.
"OK, let's go check on our little girl."
Robert was still sleeping showing no signs that he was in distress. Anna
picked up his jeans from the floor and his wallet fell out. She put it
into her own pocket.
Back at the table Francis began, "We will begin putting estrogen in his
bottle, the hormones will take some months for the physical changes such
as when breasts begin to show, in fact it takes a couple of years for
complete change."
"We start immediately, in a couple of months he will notice he is not
feeling as he should, his awkward years, then say six or eight months
down the track as he begins to develop breasts, that will be teenage
years. Soon he will be that proper young lady and then finally that
older woman responsible for keeping house."
"You make it all sound so simple," Anna said.
"Ha, ha, well as I said, we will not know until we try," he answered.
"Where will we get the female hormones?" Anna asked.
"I possess a lifetime's supply," Francis replied, then admitted, "at one
time I was all set to transition, had everything arranged, even the
surgery. Then I met Michael, fell for him, and decided that I liked
being a gay male. Now I will check on baby Bobbie one more time and then
go home to Michael, who will be worried as I never told him I would be
late."
After he left Anna got carried away after opening the "Adult Baby
Clothing" site again and began to order.
Three sissy frocks (size 16, pink, yellow and pale blue)
Three matching bonnets
Six pairs of frilly panties, various colours
Two pairs of mittens
Two pairs of booties
Three frilly babydolls with matching panties
Half a dozen soothers (she laughed out loud when she saw the part that he
would suck was in fact a miniature penis)
Nappies
Two pairs of Plastic Pants
A blond Shirley Temple style wig
A doll with clothing (matching just about everything on her list)
One by one she added all the items to the cart and taking out Robert's
credit card from his wallet she paid for them, or he paid for them.
Cheap at the price, she thought, well not really.
The delivery date was within three working days. She put in their home
details and asked for it to be addressed to "Miss Bobbie Smart."
Before going back up to bed she downloaded a picture of Robert as Bobbie
onto her laptop and made it her new screen saver.
Coming into the bedroom as quietly as she could and making her way to the
bed she pulled down the sheet and got a few more pictures of him asleep
in the nightie and made sure she got the stain that had seeped through
from his panties to his nightdress and then went into the spare bedroom.
Before she fell asleep she thought about Francis's plan to eventually
lead Robert all the way to becoming her own personal maid. Anna did not
really believe the plan would work, what man would subject himself to
such treatment.
Despite her doubts she pictured a big bottomed, busty Bobbie in a floral
housecoat pushing a vacuum about the living room as she finally drifted
off with a smile on her face.
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Rising early Anna went into the bedroom and checked on Robert. He was
still asleep and the light snoring meant he was at least breathing. The
lump on his forehead did not look good but Francis said he would pop over
in the morning and look at him and bring some hormone tablets.
She made herself some coffee and was making the babies bottle, half milk
and half whiskey when Francis called.
"Is he still out of it?" he inquired. She nodded.
He handed her the tablets, "You were right about having a lifetimes
supply," she told him.
"I'll just nip up and check up on out little girl while you crush two of
them tablets and put them into the bottle."
Anna did as told then slipped a teat over the top, got out a pot, put in
some water and placed it on the stove. She settled the bottle standing
up in the pot to heat the contents.
"It's been a long time since I did this," she said to herself.
Francis came back down and said he looked fine, no temperature, so
hopefully no lingering effects from the wallop he took.
Anna poured him a cup of coffee before testing the warmth of the bottle
and heading upstairs.
"Wish me luck," she said, "stay for a few minutes, I may need some help
if things don't go the way we want."
"Sure, I'll be here," Francis assured her.
He heard the crash of something been thrown at the wall and the shouting
coming from the bedroom and immediately headed for the stairs.
Robert had woken up as Anny said, "Morning Princess" and was trying to
slip the teat of the babies bottle between his lips. Pushing her away
and getting out of bed to discover he was wearing a night dress he
grabbed the bottle out of Anna's hand and flung it against the wall.
"You bitch, what do you think you are doing," he roared as he pushed her
hard against the wall and was holding her there with one hand about her
throat, swearing loudly when Francis rushed in.
"Get away from her," Francis shouted and pulled him off Anna, punched him
hard in the midriff and pushed him back onto the bed.
"I should have known you would be involved in this, you bloody faggot,"
Robert yelled as he attempted to get up off the bed.
Francis, unlike Robert had always kept fit pushed him back down, "Stay
where you are, don't even think of moving."
Robert knew he would be no match for Francis so began to call him names.
Francis just countered with, "Tell me Bobbie, who's wearing the frilly
nightie?" and looked at him threateningly. Robert tried to remove the
nightie but was having difficulty while sprawled on the bed and then
realizing he had nothing underneath gave up.
Francis walked over to shaking Anna and said, "Come on, you are not
staying here," and led her out of the bedroom. She insisted she be
allowed grab her bag and then left Robert's wallet on the table before
Francis took her out of the house completely and made for his house.
"You will stay Michael and myself, until we sort something out," he told
her.
She looking into his eyes said, "Thank you Francis." Because he was gay
she had always thought he would be soft and a bit of a sissy, how wrong
she was, suddenly he seemed so strong and masculine. She was having
strange thoughts about him.
Sensing this he said, "I am still Francis, your gay neighbour, madly in
love with my partner Michael, so don't be getting any ideas."
"Shame," she thought as he brought her into his home.
"And talking about ideas, I am so sorry, it was a stupid plan," he said.
"Shame," she thought to herself again.
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Three days later she was staying at a motel down the coast, she had been
in touch with her children and told them that she had finally left their
father for good.
She had called back to the house and filled up two suitcases and got her
car from the garage when she was sure Robert was out.
Her oldest, who was determined that his father would never have anything
to do with his children was delighted and told her it was time she met
her grandchildren. She was already making plans for a trip further
south.
She would meet up with her younger son and his wife later.
Her two grandchildren had taken baby Bobbie's place as her screen saver
and she deleted all the photos of him off her phone and replaced them
with two smiley faces.
Meanwhile, about the same time as she was driving south, Robert got home
from Maloney's Bar to find two massive cardboard boxes on the doorstep
both addressed to a "Miss Bobbie Smart."
Looking about hoping no one noticed the name on the boxes he quickly got
them inside. His heart took a leap as he opened them and discovered what
was inside. Rushing upstairs with them, one by one, placing them on the
bed where the nightie was still lying which he had been wearing to bed
every night since Anna left.
He went to bed late that night in a pink see-through babydoll and
matching panties after spending most of it playing dress up.
As the weeks went by he found he was coming home earlier from the bar,
some evenings not bothering to go there at all, as he needed to feed and
change his dollies for bed, he had three now, Lucy, Jilly and Polly.
He also began making himself a bottle before bed, adding two crushed up
tablets, that he discovered in the cupboard, to the mixture. In bed
wearing a clean babydoll over a nappy and plastic pants, sucking on his
soother he would tell himself that practice would make perfect.
He was fully aware of what he was doing, but could not stop his behavior.
He also knew that if he continued to take those tablets with his bottle
every night sooner or later people would know his secret, but for now he
felt kind of safe.
But he still got embarrassed when he ran into Francis or Michael, on the
street or in Maloney's. They now always referred to him as Bobbie. It
was the way the said it, "BOOB-Bee" that embarrassed him most. Last week
when he passed Michael on the street he had said, "Hi Cutie."
It was too much, he hated them. They were spoiling everything. It felt
as if they knew what he got up to behind closed doors.
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