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By Karen Singer
Written In 2009
About This Story
This is a very cruel tale about a high school boy who gets diapered and
feminized by a bullying girl at school.
I feel obligated to mention that the idea for the opening scenario
(first two chapters) was taken from a story titled "Brandy's Little
Diaper Sissy" (I'm sorry that I don't know the author's name). I
didn't use the original story scenario exactly as it was since I
changed almost everything except the basic idea and the bully girl's
name.
This was originally planned to be a fairly short work but I somehow got
too intrigued by the characters and the secondary story line. I really
did try to keep it short, but I guess it just didn't work out like I
wanted it to.
I'm sorry that it's such a cruel tale. I hate that it is, but that's
the way it came out. No, nobody gets seriously hurt in this one and
nobody dies. It's just the manipulations that are cruel. I tried very
hard to minimize it as much as I could, but basically, I don't think
I've ever written a story that was completely "nice." My mind doesn't
work that way.
Please remember that this is a story - a complete work of fiction.
None of the characters are real or even based on anyone real. The
events and situations aren't real. I'm sure that as you read it you'll
find at least a hundred reasons why this can't happen in real life. So
please, take this for what it's meant to be - a story to be read and
enjoyed - a simple fantasy that hopefully you can get lost in as much
as I do.
Having said all that, I really hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 1
It was early September and school had been in session for two weeks.
Bobby was a sophomore. He was a bright fifteen year old boy who was
really on the small and skinny side. Since he and his mother had moved
to the city at the end of last year, he really didn't have a lot of
friends yet. Consequently, he found himself hanging around many of the
different groups of kids hoping to be accepted. But he really wasn't
part of any particular click yet.
It was Wednesday of that school week and like many of the other
students, he got to school early. As usual, most of them were outside
waiting for the school to open. It was really more of a social event
than anything else - a time to visit with friends and find out what was
happening. As Bobby wandered around the groups of kids like he usually
did, his attention was captured by a large group under the trees who
were all suddenly shouting and making a lot of noise. He hurried over.
It was a fight!
Tony, who Bobby considered a bully and a royal pain in the ass, was
facing off with... a girl! Brandy, another major royal pain in the ass!
He couldn't believe it! As wrong as it was, he was actually hoping
that Brandy would win, just because Tony was even more of a pain than
she was. Brandy was almost as tall as Tony was and was obviously in
very good shape. She always had a gang of girls hanging around her -
always! Tony, on the other hand was just mean, always playing
practical jokes.
Tony rushed headlong at her. Bobby expected Brandy to get hurt, but
instead she somehow grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. She
started kicking him over and over again till he finally rolled away.
Tony got back to his feet again, but now he didn't look so confident
anymore. "What's the matter, Tony?" she asked, taunting him, "can't
beat up a girl?" He rushed her again and this time she stepped aside
and tripped him. "What a sissy you are! Not at all the big macho hunk
you think you are. Sissy, sissy, sissy!"
He got up one more time and charged her again. This time she kicked
him in the balls. He bent over in obvious pain and she moved in and
started reigning blows to his stomach over and over again till he fell
on his back and started crying. "Look, he cries like a little sissy
girl!" Everyone was laughing and cheering for her now. She moved to
sit on his chest with her knees holding his shoulders down so he
couldn't use his arms. "Say it! Say you're a little sissy girl!" He
was struggling to get up and couldn't, he wasn't sobbing anymore, but
there were still tears coming from his eyes. "I said say it!" she
yelled.
"No!" he yelled back at her. She began slapping his face over and over
again. Not in any way that would bruise him, but by the sound of the
slaps everyone could tell that they had to hurt. With no way to use
his arms to defend himself, he was soon crying again. "Stop, stop,
please stop!"
"I said say it! Tell everyone that you're a sissy girl!"
It took a second but through his sobs, he finally got it out. "I'm a
sissy girl."
"Louder! So everyone can hear it!" She slapped his face again.
"I'm a sissy girl!" he called louder.
"Someone hand me my purse," she called. One of her girlfriends brought
it to her. She rummaged around in it for a moment and came up with a
lipstick. She grabbed his face and began applying a thick coat to his
lips. "There! Now you look better! Get up now and show everybody
what a real sissy girl you are!" She finally got off of him. He was
crying. The red lipstick on his face stood out plainly against his
pale skin. He ran off towards the school building. Everyone cheered.
Bobby followed Brandy and her gang of girls back towards the school,
trying to listen in on their conversation as they all laughed
excitedly. "What else can we do to humiliate that ****?" Brandy asked.
"Make him wear the lipstick again," one of her friends answered, "only
next time, in class." They all laughed again.
But right then, Bobby's eyes caught sight of a woman sitting on the bus
stop bench, changing her baby's diapers. In his excitement over the
fight, the suggestion just slipped out without him thinking about it.
"Make him wear a diaper," he said.
Brandy stopped and turned to him. "And what the hell are you doing
here, Bobby?" she asked angrily. "You're even more of a sissy than
Tony is. I aught to make you wear the diaper instead."
"Uh... no, it was just a suggestion, that's all," he replied meekly.
"Look at him girls, he's blushing! You're a big sissy too, admit it!"
"No I'm not. I was just..."
"I said you're a sissy! Say it! Tell me you're another big sissy
too."
"No, I'm not!" he replied angrily.
"Do I have to beat you up too to prove it? Little sissy Bobby, can't
even take on a girl! Such a baby. And then I'll put that diaper on
you!"
"No, I'm not a sissy."
"Either admit it, or tomorrow you'll be wearing a diaper to school."
"No! Forget it." And he walked away.
"I can't wait till tomorrow, Baby Bobby," she called after him. "Don't
worry, I'll bring your diaper. Don't forget!"
Bobby knew his face was very red as he walked away. Why had he
followed her in the first place? She was major pain just like Tony
was. But for once, Tony had finally been put in his place. And that
had been worth seeing.
As Bobby was changing classes between his second and third periods,
someone bumped into him. "Don't forget about tomorrow," Brandy's voice
said tauntingly. Then she was gone. At lunch time, he found a note
stuck in his locker. "I'll bet you can't wait to wear a diaper
tomorrow. Can you!" He crumpled the note and angrily threw it away.
She was taunting him.
"Hey Bob," Jimmy said after one of their afternoon classes. "I heard
Brandy bragging that she was going to put a diaper on you tomorrow.
What's up?"
Bobby was suddenly frustrated and also a tiny bit nervous. "She's just
talkin'. You know her. But hey, did you see what she did to Tony this
morning?"
"Yeah, that was great..."
After school, Bobby walked home like he always did. It was only about
a fifteen minute walk, but before he got off of the school property,
Brandy and her gang of girls were calling him. He tried to ignore them
and keep walking. But Brandy had one more final taunt for him. "See
you in the morning Baby Bobby," she called. He could hear all her
friends laughing hysterically. The damn girl. She couldn't leave
things alone. She just wanted everybody's attention.
He tried to put her completely out of his mind, but he couldn't quite
do it. She wouldn't dare try to diaper him, would she? Of course not!
She was just mouthing off in front of her friends like she usually did.
But he did worry about it one more time before he went to bed that
night.
Chapter 2
The next morning, he kissed his mother goodbye and headed off to school
like he always did. His mother didn't have to go to work till a few
hours after he left every day, but that meant that she didn't get home
from work till fairly late. But a job was a job. The minute he left
the house, the tiny worry about Brandy crossed his mind again. No, he
finally decided, she wouldn't actually try to beat him up and diaper
him. He wouldn't put it past her though to taunt him some more about
it. That part he wasn't looking forward to.
There was a stand of trees just at the edge of the school property that
he had to walk past every day. A lot of kids hung out there in the
mornings. He walked past... or he tried to. "Baby Booobbbyyy," Brandy's
taunting voice called from the trees. "Come get your diaper on." He
tried to walk past and just ignore her. "Get your ass over here now,
Bobby!" she yelled when he didn't stop. Again, he kept going. "Get
him girls," she yelled.
Bobby suddenly found himself surrounded by girls. All of them grabbing
him and pulling him into the trees where Brandy was. There was no
escaping them, there were too many. "Leave me alone!" he yelled. But
it did no good. He suddenly found himself face to face with Brandy...
and surrounded by way too many of her friends. There was no way out.
"You thought you'd get away from me, didn't you, you little sissy!"
He didn't answer.
"Well, look what I've got waiting for you." She reached down into her
bag and pulled out a disposable diaper and held it up for him to see.
"You didn't think I'd forget, did you?"
"Get out of here, Brandy. Stop this nonsense!"
"Oh, Sissy Bobby is suddenly feeling scared, isn't he? I'll bet he
can't wait to get his little diaper on though." All her girlfriends
were suddenly laughing and egging her on. Bobby noticed that the crowd
of kids was beginning to grow. He had to find a way out.
"Knock it off, Brandy. I'm not interested in your silly games!"
"Aww, too bad... for you! Now drop those pants right now, cause if you
don't, I'm gonna' make it ten times worse for you!"
"No! Stop it!"
"You're telling me, no?" She moved in quickly on him and grabbed his
belt. He knocked her hand away and stepped back. He searched for a
way out, but they were surrounded by way too many kids now, all of them
yelling for a fight. "You're only making this harder on yourself, you
know."
"Brandy, stop this!"
"Why? Are you afraid to fight me? A girl? Too much of a sissy?
Afraid that a girl can beat you up?"
"I'm not going to fight a girl!"
"Why? I'm tough. Or is it more like you know you can't beat me?"
"Brandy..."
"Enough of this! It's time for your diaper Sissy Baby!" She moved in
fast then and grabbed his right arm and twisted it painfully behind his
back. His mouth suddenly gapped wide open in pain and fright. She
moved her grip to his hand and twisted from there, pulling it up and
back, bending him down and driving him to his knees.
"Stop," he cried painfully.
"Aw, are you going to cry, Sissy Baby. Come on, show us how a sissy
baby cries." She reached around and grabbed his other arm that was
flailing uselessly in the air and pulled that back too. She grabbed
and twisted that hand too like she had done with his right arm. He
screamed. There were definite tears in his eyes now.
She twisted his hands again and brought them together behind his back,
lifting them up towards his neck so that his elbows were almost
touching. "Ooowww," he cried painfully as he bent over even further.
"Stop, stop, please stop!"
But she wasn't stopping. "You just go ahead and show us how a good
sissy boy cries, ok?" Then she grabbed both of his wrists in one of
her hands and still kept pulling them up. He struggled for all he was
worth, but he couldn't get free. With her free arm, she reached around
him and began unbuckling his belt, then she unbuttoned his pants. No
matter how he struggled, he couldn't stop her or get free. She pulled
down his zipper.
"No! Don't! Please don't," he cried. His crying became much more
convincing and real tears were coming out of his eyes.
She pushed him all the way down onto his belly then, still holding his
arms behind him like she had. She began working his pants down his
legs. She worked both his pants and his underwear at the same time -
all the way down to his ankles. She turned her body so she could reach
better. He was screaming and kicking his legs, the only part of his
body he could move just then, trying to stop her. She caught the pants
on one leg where she had pushed them down and held on. She adjusted
her grip and started pulling his pants over his shoes and off of him.
The other leg was even easier. He was suddenly naked from the waist
down. All the kids were laughing and screaming encouragement for her...
which only egged her on all the more. Chants to diaper him started
ringing out all around them.
She looked up to one of her friends and motioned with her arm. Her
friend grabbed a diaper out of her bag and brought it to her. He was
still kicking and crying. Begging her to stop. But she had gone so
far now that she could never stop. Especially not with everybody
cheering for her. With just her free hand, she spread the diaper out
on the ground, lining it up next to him. Then she got off of him, and
with that same free hand, reached under him and found his tiny limp
penis. She grabbed it and pulled one way, while pushing his doubled
over arms the other way, rolling him over onto the diaper. She
immediately was up and sitting on him, her ankles holding his tortured
arms still behind him so they couldn't escape. With everybody cheering
her on, she pulled the diaper up between his kicking legs and easily
secured the fastening tapes. Still sitting on him, she raised her arms
in victory as if she had just roped a calf in a rodeo. The kids all
went crazy. Bobby, still kicking, was crying like a baby.
She jumped off of him and grabbed his pants and threw them and his
underwear out of his reach. She turned around toward him. He was
still laying on his back, crying and nursing his sore arms. "See, you
do cry like a baby," she said loud enough for everyone to hear her.
She came around behind him and forced him to sit up. "Show everyone
how a sissy baby cries." He had no choice but to sit there and let
everybody see him crying. "Now tell them, tell them that you're a
sissy baby!"
"Nooo!" he sobbed, horrified.
She reached around him and grabbed one of his arms again. He struggled
weakly against her as she again brought the arm behind him and twisted
it. "No, no," he sobbed.
"Tell them!" she ordered as she began twisting his arm again. But he
had had enough now. Sobbing like a baby, he just barely got out, "I'm
a sissy baby."
"Louder!" she ordered. "So they can all hear it!" Again she twisted
on his arm.
"I'm a sissy baby," he screamed.
She let up on his arm a little. "Tell them you're a sissy baby and you
belong in diapers."
"I'm a sissy baby and I belong in diapers," he cried.
She let go of his arm and walked back toward his pants.
"Stand up!" she ordered. "Show everybody your diaper." He didn't
move. "I said stand up!" she yelled at him. Slowly he got to his feet
where everyone could see him better, crying and diapered like a baby.
She threw his pants at him and they wound up on the ground in front of
him. He grabbed them and pulled them on, covering his embarrassing
diaper.
"Oh baby booobbbyyy," she called tauntingly. He looked up at her. She
was holding out his underpants so everybody could see. "Meet me here
after school and you can have these back again."
He wanted to run home. It was the only place he could go. But the
circle of kids still surrounded him, not showing him a way out.
"Awww," she said. "I'll bet the little baby wants to run home to his
mommy now, right?"
She was right, he was only looking for a way out of there.
"I wonder what your mommy is going to think of her precious little boy
when he tells her that he was just diapered by a girl?"
That stopped him. For a moment he cried even harder, which only made
her laugh even more. His mother would be still home. She would see
him and he'd have to tell her. He couldn't do that - ever! He just
stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Come on baby. It's time for class now. So get your diapered bottom
into the school and I'll see you later."
He looked at her. She wasn't kidding. She really wanted him to go to
class wearing the diaper under his pants... and everybody knew about it
now. Seeing no way out, he picked up his backpack and slowly walked
toward the building. He didn't look at or talk to anybody, he was too
embarrassed. But he continuously heard "Baby Bobby" whispered all
around him.
He sat in the very back of his first class and sulked through the
entire period. He'd never live this down. The stupid diaper felt
bulky against his bottom and especially between his legs. As soon as
class was over, he hurried to the boy's room. He washed his face which
made him feel a little better. But the water made him have to pee. He
stood in front of the urinal and opened his fly, but he couldn't get
past the stupid diaper he was wearing. Angrily, he went into one of
the stalls and opened his pants. He ripped the diaper tapes up and
removed the diaper. He peed into toilet and fixed his pants again,
they felt strange now with no underwear, especially after the hot bulky
diaper. His limp penis hung down and flopped like he wasn't used to,
but at least the diaper was gone. Leaving the stall, he threw the
diaper into the trash.
All morning long the kids teased him, calling him Baby Bobby or asking
him if he had wet himself like a good little baby yet. "No," he
finally answered angrily. "I threw the damn thing away! Now leave me
alone!"
Brandy was flying high. She had pulled off a major stunt and everyone
knew it. Ok, so the kid really was a wimp, but she had still beat him
and diapered him easily. She was quickly becoming a legend and she
loved it. But late in the morning one of the kids mentioned that he
had heard that Bobby had taken off his diaper and thrown it away. That
would never do. She was a legend now. She couldn't let him get off
that easily.
As soon as the lunch period started, Bobby went into the boy's room
again to relieve himself. When he got out again, he found Brandy and
three of her friends waiting for him next to his locker. "What?" he
asked angrily as he opened his locker and put his books inside.
"I hear you took your diaper off, Baby Bobby," she said.
He pulled his lunch sandwich out of his locker and slammed it shut.
"What of it!"
"I didn't tell you you could take it off."
"You didn't tell me I couldn't either!" he replied defiantly.
She looked at her friends. "He does have a point, doesn't he. But
we'll just have to fix that now, won't we!" She grabbed his pants and
pulled him into the middle of the hallway.
"Stop!" he protested.
She stopped and turned to him again. "Are we going to have to go
through all that again?"
"No! You're not going to diaper me again!" he declared flatly.
In a flash, she had his right arm twisted behind him again, pulling up
on it till he was standing on his toes. "This way girls," she said as
she marched him painfully through the hall and into the girl's room.
She forced him to his knees again then onto his back. She had her
friends hold him down this time while she again removed his pants.
"Aw. No underwear for Baby Bobby," she commented on seeing that he was
wearing nothing underneath. "I wonder what happened to it?" she
teased. She grabbed another diaper from her bag and slid it under him.
With three other girls holding him down the job went a lot easier and
faster and quickly he found himself rediapered once again.
She grabbed his pants and stood up. "Ok, girls, let him up now."
Bobby got quickly to his feet this time. She could see how angry he
was. "If you even think about taking that diaper off again I'll beat
you to a pulp! You hear?"
Suddenly Bobby didn't know what to think. His main thought before that
was going straight to the boy's room and ripping the diaper off again.
"I asked if you heard me?" she demanded.
"Yeah," he weakly answered.
"Good! Because one of us will be checking all afternoon."
Her statement sent shock throughout his whole body. His brain kept
looking for a way out, but couldn't find one. He was licked and he
knew it. "Can I have my pants back now?" he asked.
She thought about it. "No! You told everyone that you took your
diaper off, now I want them to see that I've diapered you again. We're
going to go into the lunch room now and you're going to tell everybody
that you're nothing but a big sissy baby who belongs in diapers all the
time. Now let's practice!"
"What?" he screamed. Instantly she was behind his back again, twisting
his arm. "Stop, stop," he cried. "Ok, ok!" She squeezed his arm
again for a moment to get him talking. "I'm nothing but a big sissy
baby who belongs in diapers all the time," he mumbled angrily.
"Good enough," she said. "But I want you to add that you're sorry you
took your diaper off earlier. Got that?"
He nodded, unwilling to say anymore.
She let go of his arm. "I say... you do! Now get that through your
thick skull!"
One of her friends poked her head out the door. "It's clear," she
called back.
It wasn't far from the bathrooms to the lunch room. Brandy gave one of
her friends his pants to hold while she grabbed his arm and held it
loosely behind him as she marched him across the hall and into it. The
room was packed and noisy. He felt unbelievably exposed and
embarrassed. He wanted to cry again and was grateful that he didn't.
She stopped him at the end of a table full of kids who were now all
looking at him and laughing. "You have something to tell them?" she
prompted him. Once again she squeezed his arm and he got the message.
He hated himself so much as he said it. "I'm nothing but a big sissy
baby who belongs in diapers all the time." She squeezed his arm before
he even finished. "And I'm sorry I took my diaper off earlier," he
added quickly. The kids at the table all started yelling and
clapping. Satisfied, she dragged him over to the next table.
She made him repeat his performance five times before she dragged him
over to her usual table and let him sit down. He had never felt so
low. His sandwich was suddenly thrown down in front of him and he
reluctantly opened the plastic zip lock bag and took it out. He didn't
even see who had his pants. Numbly, he took a small bite of his
sandwich, but he wasn't hungry. He was feeling too sorry for himself.
Why did the teachers always avoid the lunch room? Surely one of them
could have stopped it. But this was high school. There were no
teachers in sight. No one who could come to his rescue. He didn't get
his pants back till lunch was almost over. Just the act of standing up
to put them on again was embarrassing. And he still had all afternoon
to go. His uneaten sandwich went into the trash.
All afternoon he had to endure more taunts from the other kids. So
many more of them knew now. Not only that, but those who hadn't seen
earlier or didn't believe, now knew for sure. And all afternoon he had
to put up with Brandy and her friends constantly checking him, feeling
his backside to make sure he was still wearing the diaper. And they
weren't even trying to hide what they were doing. They often asked him
outright if he still had it on before they felt him up. He felt
miserably sorry for himself and thoroughly humiliated for life!
With no hope of removing his diaper, his bladder kept filling up all
afternoon. He now had even more of a wish to get home quickly. As
soon as the last bell of the day rang, he went sullenly but quickly out
of the room and to his locker. As fast as he could, he stuffed the
things he would need into his backpack and left. But he didn't get out
the door before several of Brandy's friends stopped him one more time
for another diaper check. Laughing, they finally let him go.
He hurried towards home, but once again as he passed by the trees at
the edge of the school grounds, he heard her calling him. "Baby
Booobbbyyy." He looked. She was smiling and holding up his underwear
that she had taken from him that morning. He walked angrily over to
her. She was still smiling evilly at him as she held them up between
her hands. He reached out to grab then, but she quickly pulled them
away. "Ah, ah, ah!" she said. "Baby mustn't grab."
He put his hand down. "What do you want now?" he asked angrily.
"Pull your pants down," she said, "so we can see your diaper."
"I'm wearing it!" he replied. "Can't you just feel me like everybody
else has been doing all afternoon?" That seemed to send Brandy's
friends into another fit of laughter.
"No," she replied. "I want you to drop your pants so we can see it
this time."
He really needed to pee, not to mention he really wanted to get out of
there, so he undid his belt and lowered his pants to his knees.
"There! Satisfied?" he asked. All the girls went into fits of
laughter again while he stood there with his pants around his knees.
He reached down to pull them up.
"Wait a minute," one of her friends said, stopping him cold. She
turned to Brandy. "How come he's not wet?"
Brandy looked very surprised. She looked down at his diaper. "You're
right," she said. "That's a real good question." She looked up at
Bobby. "Why aren't you wet?" she asked, once again grinning at him
like she was up to something.
His eyes bulged. "You didn't say anything about that!" he challenged.
She looked momentarily contrite. "So true. I didn't, did I." He
started to pull his pants up again. "Leave them!" she commanded.
"Now what?" he asked once again angry.
"You're not getting out of here till we see you wet your diapers like a
good little baby."
"No..." he started to complain.
She shook her finger. "Ah, ah, ah! Do you want me to beat you up
again?" He made no reply. In fact, he just stood there still holding
his pants halfway up. "Drop them all the way down to your ankles!" she
commanded. Not wanting to risk anymore injury, he complied, feeling
once again horribly embarrassed.
She walked right up to him. "You do have to pee now, don't you?
You've been wearing that diaper all afternoon. I can't imagine why
you're not wet already. So the sooner you get it over with, the sooner
you can go home."
The word 'home' was like a calling beacon to him. He desperately
wanted to go there. It had been absolutely the worst day of his life.
But it seemed the humiliations weren't over yet. He did have to pee,
badly. He just didn't want to do it in front of these girls. But they
weren't leaving and they still weren't letting him go. Once again he
was left with no choice. He tried to wet himself, but surprisingly, it
wasn't that easy, even though he had to go badly.
"We're waiting," she said.
"I'm trying," he replied. "I just can't seem to..."
"Awwww. Poor widdle baby is having pwoblems. Does the baby need me to
tickle him?"
The sudden fear of being tickled distracted and frightened him enough
that his dam burst. He found himself bending his knees as the pee
rushed out of him into his diaper. The girls all burst out laughing
again. The only consolation that he could find was that at least it
wasn't the whole school watching him this time. Inwardly he was not
only squirming under Brandy's attention, he was now squirming because
of his wet diapers that were sagging between his legs. The feeling was
awful!
"See. See what a good baby you can be. Now that wasn't so hard after
all, was it?"
"Yes it was!" he replied, horribly embarrassed by what he had just
done.
"Then you just need a little more practice. But don't worry, we'll see
to it that you get plenty. Because tomorrow, all bathrooms are going
to be off limits to you baby boy."
"What?" he screamed.
"You heard me. No more bathrooms! You'll have to use those diapers
like the baby that you are!"
He was suddenly shaking. "You mean I have to wear a diaper again
tomorrow?"
"Of course! Didn't you tell everyone earlier that you're nothing but a
sissy baby who should wear diapers all the time? We'll I've still got
plenty of diapers for you baby."
He was visibly shaking now. Wear them again tomorrow? Hadn't today
been bad enough?
"So don't forget now. I'll be waiting for you in the morning..."
The girls left him then, his pants still around his ankles and his
diapers sagging miserably between his legs. He slowly and carefully
pulled his pants up. The sagging diapers made it difficult to pull
them all the way up. And when he did, his pants compressed the sagging
diapers into his crotch even harder. It was an awful feeling.
Straddle-legged, he finally made his way home. When he got there, he
thanked God that his mother worked later hours and that she wouldn't be
home. He removed his sodden diaper and cleaned himself up as well as
he could. Then he put his wet diaper in a plastic garbage bag and tied
it up thoroughly before putting it into the trash can outside where it
wouldn't be found. All the while, he was dreading tomorrow.
She wouldn't, would she? He hadn't thought so this morning, but now he
wasn't so sure. In fact, it now seemed more likely that she really
would!
Chapter 3
Bobby tried hard to act normal the next morning during breakfast, but
his nerves were making his stomach churn. "Are you all right?" his
mother asked. "You seem a bit... off today."
"I'm fine," he answered quickly. He didn't want her to have any idea
of what he had been put through at school. If she knew that he had
been wearing a diaper at school all day yesterday - put on him by a
girl - she'd have an absolute fit. She wouldn't think nearly as much
of him anymore. He couldn't let his mother down. She was all he had!
He hadn't slept very well all last night either. Remembering
everything that happened yesterday and worrying about today too had
been almost too much for him. But he was trying his best to not let
his mother know.
All too soon though, he was kissing his mother goodbye for the day and
walking out the door like he usually did. Going to school... going to
face the other kids... going to face Brandy again. He didn't hurry like
he often did. In fact, the closer he got, the slower his footsteps
seemed to get. The trees at the edge of the school grounds now seemed
to haunt the edges of his mind.
"Baby Boooobyyy," the call came, before he even got to the trees. He
looked up, and there she was, standing on the walking path, holding out
another diaper.
His heart sank. Not again. Not again. Not again! It suddenly became
a mantra that his mind repeated over and over again with every step
that he took. His steps became bolder as he walked directly towards
her. Not again! Not again! Never again! Anger filled every inch of
him. Yesterday had been enough... too much! Not again! Never again!
He wouldn't allow it anymore. He glared at her as he got closer. He
could see the surprise on her face now. Girl or not, he wasn't going
to go through that again! Never again! He'd kill her if he had to.
"No!" he finally shouted at her as he approached. "I'm not going to do
it again!"
He never even saw the kick coming that she planted all too firmly
directly in his stomach. He doubled over in pain trying to breath, the
wind knocked completely out of him. The shock had completely drained
all of his determination. Still struggling to recover his breath, she
dragged him into the trees where her girlfriends and the other kids
were all waiting.
"Poor Baby Bobby. You wanted to act so grown up. But all it took was
one tiny kick and now we see once again what a sissy baby you really
are. And trust me, you really are a sissy baby - Baby Bobby."
He was breathing a little better now and was trying to stand up
straight. But suddenly she was back again, grabbing and twisting his
arm behind him. "Do you want to fight me again, Sissy Baby? If so,
believe me, I've got plenty more where that came from. Or are you once
again convinced that you really are the sissy baby I say you are?
Hmmm?" She twisted his arm again. "Well? Which is it?" Again she
twisted his arm. The growing circle of kids was once again egging her
on. And again she was loving it. She twisted harder.
He was writhing in agony again, his mouth wide open, unable to utter a
sound. There were tears flowing from his eyes again. As he tried to
collect himself to find an answer, he heard the kids starting to chant.
"Diaper him. Diaper him. Diaper him." Why did they have to root for
this cruel girl?
She grabbed his other arm and twisted that behind him too. "Well?" she
asked. "Are you a sissy baby that needs to be diapered, or do you want
more pain?"
"No!" he cried real tears now. He didn't want this again! But the
pain was too much. She was too much. "Please no! Please... Not
again!" Once again he was balling like a baby, but he couldn't help
it. And worse, all the kids watching were loving every minute of it.
"Yes again!" she replied. "Now tell everybody that you're nothing but
a sissy baby."
He was crying. He didn't want to do it.
"Tell them!" she yelled as she twisted his tortured arms even more.
Crying louder than ever he said it. "I'm a sissy baby. Now please
stop."
"Not yet. Not till you beg me to diaper you like a sissy baby should
be."
"No! Please."
"Beg me!"
The words were so hard to say between his sobs. "Please diaper me like
a sissy baby."
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it. Beg harder!"
He never stopped sobbing. "Please! I'm a sissy baby. Please diaper
me like I deserve. Please!" He hung his head, crying his eyes out.
She released his arms and he fell to the ground. "That's better!"
Once again, the chants of "Diaper him" could be heard coming from the
crowd of kids.
She rolled him over onto his back and began unbuckling his belt and
unfastening his pants. When his hands came to protest, she easily
knocked them away and they never returned. He was crying like a baby,
all the fight completely taken out of him. She removed his pants and
his underwear. Then she left him like that, half naked on the ground
in the middle of the circle of kids while she went to her bag and
pulled out another diaper. The sight of the diaper brought cheers from
the crowd of kids. Quickly and almost expertly, she lifted his butt,
placed the diaper under him, brought it up between his legs and taped
it. It was done! He was diapered like a baby once again and on full
display to everyone.
She helped him to stand up. He wanted his pants, but she wouldn't let
him have them yet. He was still crying. Everybody was cheering and
laughing. She grabbed his hand and brought it up near his mouth.
"Suck your thumb, Sissy Baby!" she ordered. He tried to pull his hand
away, not wanting to do it, but she grabbed it again and even though he
fought her, she still forced it up towards his mouth. "I said suck
your thumb!" She was too strong. He was the weaker one. Lapsing into
an even heavier amount of crying, he put his thumb into his mouth.
"Suck on it!" she ordered. His sobbing diminished in volume as he
began trying to suck his thumb in front of everybody. "Now keep it
there till I tell you to take it out!" He wanted to cry more, but he
was too busy sucking his thumb, showing everybody what a baby he really
was. The kids were all cheering for her again and she was preening
herself all around, enjoying the attention. While he was the center of
ridicule.
She held her hands up for quiet, and gradually the noise grew less.
"We have a little problem here," she said to the crowd. "It seems our
little sissy baby here has trouble using his diapers like the good
sissy baby we all know he should be. So I'm declaring that all toilets
are off limits to him now." There was a roar of cheering and laughter
once again. She held her hands up for quiet again. "And I need you to
help me make sure that he can't get to one. Are you with me?" The
crowd went wild agreeing. Actually, they were all so worked up that
she could have said anything and they would have agreed.
But it was now getting late. School would be starting soon. She led
Bobby, without his pants and still sucking his thumb, all the way to
the school building before she let him put his pants on again. "Now
don't forget. No more bathrooms. I better see one very wet diaper at
lunch time today. Or you'll be a very sorry baby!"
He hung his head and didn't say anything as she walked off. Today was
starting out even worse than yesterday.
It was one of those classes where the teacher was out and there wasn't
much going on. The students were given permission to just talk quietly
or study for the entire period. Brandy sat with a bunch of her friends
and talked.
"Baby Bobby was sooo funny this morning," one of her friends said. "I
loved seeing him sucking his thumb in his diapers. It was sooo
babyish."
"Yeah," another one agreed. "I loved it too! Just great!"
"Hey, Brandy," another one started, "are you going to put a diaper on
him next week too?"
"I was kind of thinking about it," Brandy admitted. "In fact, yes! I
think I'll keep him in diapers for a while." Her friends all laughed.
"How long?" another one asked.
"I don't know," Brandy replied. "I guess till I get tired of it." But
another of the girls started giggling horribly at that. "What?" Brandy
asked her.
Still giggling, the girl said, "I was just thinking how funny it would
be if he had to wear diapers for the entire school year." That got
everybody including Brandy laughing.
"Yeah, but it would be impossible," another girl replied.
"I don't know," Brandy said, considering it. "I don't think it would
be all that difficult."
"No, can't be done," the first girl said. "Besides, someone might find
out and put a stop to it."
Brandy thought about it for a minute. "No, I think I could do it
without too many problems."
"No way!"
"Bet I can."
"How much?"
"A buck!"
"You're on!" the other girl said. Money didn't mean anything to most
of the girls. They had money. It was the idea that was interesting.
"So are you going to do anything else with him then?" another girl
finally asked.
"I don't know," Brandy replied. "Maybe I'll make him my little pet. A
little sissy baby pet, that follows me around all the time."
Bobby was miserable. Not only was he wearing a diaper in school again,
but the other kids hadn't even let him go into the boy's room to wash
his face earlier. Every time he had tried to go in, they had pushed
him out again, laughing about it and telling him he was a baby and
should use his diaper instead. They didn't care that he just wanted to
wash his face.
It was late in the morning when he first noticed that he had to pee -
about the same time as always. He still had one more period to go
before lunch. Normally, when the class he was in was over, he stopped
in the boy's room for a minute and relieved himself. But what was he
going to do today? Worse, the more he worried about it, the worse he
needed to pee. He was practically squirming in his seat by the time
the bell rang.
He grabbed his books and quickly headed out into the hall towards the
boys room. He saw the door ahead of him and stopped. Brandy had said
he couldn't go in there. He saw a few of the other kids watching him.
They hadn't let him in there earlier. He decided to brave it one more
time. He walked purposefully toward the bathroom door. He reached his
hand out to open it.
"Where do you think you're going - Baby Bobby?" someone asked. He felt
a hand on his shoulder and turned. There were three other boys there,
all of them trying not to laugh too hard.
"I have to pee!" he said. "Let me go!"
"But you don't pee in there anymore, do you - Baby Bobby? Babies like
you use their diapers, don't they."
He didn't have a prayer and he knew it. He shook the kids hand off his
shoulder and walked slowly away from the door. He was feeling more
sorry for himself than ever. And now he had to pee so bad he didn't
think he could hold it much longer.
He headed for his next class, but instead of going inside, he stood out
in the hall for a few minutes. He had to pee so badly that he didn't
think he could sit in his chair very long.
"What's the matter," Baby Bobby?" Brandy's voice rang in his ear. He
turned around and there she was, evil grin and all. "Awww. Does the
little baby have to pee?"
"Yeah," he said between his clenched teeth. "Well, there's nothing
stopping you, is there?" she taunted.
"I can't!" he replied angrily.
She walked off laughing toward the room across the hall. "Then you'll
just have to learn," she said over her shoulder.
He hated her so much! Time was running out. He had to go inside. He
found an empty seat in the back of the room and sat down. As he
suspected, his need to pee was so great that he was having trouble
keeping still, but he tried anyway. No use calling more attention to
himself. Only through great willpower was he able to remain even a
little bit still.
A few minutes later, a little bit of pee escaped him. A tiny bit of
the pressure went away and he felt very relieved. But the pressure
built again. Again, a little bit got out and again the pressure eased
up. He had very little concept of what the teacher was talking about,
he had to concentrate on his way too full bladder instead. But as the
period wore on, his muscles became more and more tired, and more and
more pee escaped. Till a few minutes before the period was over, his
bladder was completely empty. And his diaper was completely soaked.
He was glad he had sat in the very back of the room.
When the bell rang, he walked out into the hallway again towards his
locker. The heavy wet diaper between his legs felt horrible and he
walked far more gingerly because of it. He was slow getting to his
locker and Brandy was there before him. "What's the matter, Baby
Bobby?" she asked in her mocking voice.
He said nothing and just opened his locker.
"Awww. Is the little baby all wet?"
"I need another diaper," he said with his back to her.
"No problem," she replied. "I'll change you myself. Right after we
eat."
"Why not now?" he asked.
"Because I don't want to. Now get your lunch and come along. It's
time to eat." He grabbed his sandwich out of his backpack and closed
his locker. She led him into the lunchroom and over to her usual
table. All her friends were already gathering. "Where's your drink?"
she asked.
"I usually get one from the machine," he replied.
"Well, go get one then."
He walked gingerly over to the soda machine and got himself a coke.
When he came back, he noticed that the girls had saved a place for him,
right in the middle of one side of the table. He would be stuck in the
middle of all their conversations. He ate quietly while the girls all
talked about lots of different things that he had no interest in... boys,
makeup, boys, clothes, and boys.
When he finished eating, he got up and threw his trash away, but as he
turned around from the trash can, Brandy was right behind him... grinning
again. "Come along, Baby Bobby," she said, grabbing his hand. She led
him over to the end of one of the crowded tables. All the kids there
were looking at him now, waiting for whatever Brandy might tell them.
He had a bad feeling that he wasn't going to like what was going to
happen next.
"Hi everybody," Brandy announced happily to the kids at the table. "I
know you've all been helping our little sissy baby stay out of the
bathroom this morning, so I thought it would be only fair to show you
what a good baby he's been." The kids all laughed. She turned to
Bobby. "Drop your pants!" she ordered.
He looked at her, horrified. "No, please," he pleaded.
"I said drop them! Now!"
The look in her eyes gave him no choice. He felt he had to do it. He
slowly undid his belt and unfastened his pants. She herself finally
yanked them down to his knees... exposing his very wet diaper for
everyone to see. He started to cover them with his hands but she
batted them away. "Put your thumb in your mouth again, Baby!" she
ordered. He wanted to cry again, but he did it. The kids at all the
surrounding tables were all laughing and watching now. She turned him
all around and made him shuffle from table to table, sucking his thumb
and showing off his wet diaper. He started crying a tiny bit.
"Ok, baby, pull your pants up again. Let's get a fresh diaper on you
now for the afternoon." He pulled his pants up, but she didn't let him
fasten them. He had to hold them up with one hand since she made him
keep his other hand in his mouth. She led him once again to the girl's
room where several of her friends joined her like they did yesterday.
This time, he didn't even protest as he was made to lay on the floor
and have his diaper changed. He wanted it changed. The wet diaper was
awful.
"See you after school," Brandy said tauntingly to him before they left
the bathroom. The bell rang just then. He had only enough time to
head quickly to his locker and get his books for the next class. At
least he wasn't wearing a wet diaper anymore. But what about later?
The afternoon seemed like a repeat of the morning, and late in the day
he found himself squirming to pee again. And again he had to let it
out a little at a time during one of his classes. He hated it. Worse,
he could tell afterwards that everybody could see him walking a little
differently.
"Hey baby! I see your diaper is bigger now," someone called cruelly to
him. "Did you wet yourself again?"
He didn't answer. His diaper was bigger? He hadn't thought of that.
He supposed it was, which meant that it was all that much more
noticeable - even under his clothes. What was he going to do about it?
Nothing! That was the problem. He was stuck!
He met Brandy after school at the edge of the woods again like he did
the day before. She made him beg to get his underwear back again, but
only after showing her girlfriends how wet his diaper was.
She handed him his underpants and he stuffed them into one of his
pockets.
"Have a good weekend, Baby Bobby," she said.
It was over. Finally. Now all he had to do was to get home and get
out of his wet diaper and hide it in the trash. She hadn't mentioned
anything about next week and he was glad. He was fairly sure she
wouldn't be playing her stupid games anymore and was really glad about
it. He had had enough! Too much! His bigger problem now was that
everybody kept calling him Baby Bobby all the time. He had a feeling
it would be a long time before they would stop.
When Bobby had gone, Brandy said goodbye to her friends and walked
around to the side of the school where she knew a car would be waiting
for her. She saw Sammy in the front seat with the window down, reading
a newspaper. Sammy usually picked her up after school. She was fairly
sure he liked the easy job. "Hi Sammy," she said as she opened the
back door of the car and got in.
"Hi Kid. How was school today?"
"Great, just great."
"Good! Glad to hear it." He started the car. "You're a few minutes
late again."
"Oh, I was talking with my friends. Do you mind?"
He laughed, "Are you kidding? I haven't even done the crossword puzzle
yet!"
She leaned her head back against the seat of the expensive car and
closed her eyes. It had been a great day. Really great. She had
really enjoyed pushing Bobby's buttons again and she realized she
couldn't wait to do it next week. But now she had claimed that she
could keep him in diapers for the entire school year. She had made a
bet - a whole dollar. She almost laughed. It was silly, but still... it
would be kind of interesting to see if she could... not to mention fun.
But that took planning - at least some. And if there was one thing her
Uncle Vinny had taught her, it was to plan for all problems - and
always, always have a backup plan.
She was quick to realize that the one thing she really needed for Bobby
was some extra leverage against him. Something that would scare him so
much he'd fall all over himself to stay in line. She needed to figure
that out. What would put him completely in her power?
She thought about that all the way home and till well after dinner.
She had a pretty good idea of what kind of thing she needed. She just
didn't have the capability. But someone else she knew probably did.
In her room alone, she picked up her cell phone and called.
"Hello, Uncle Vinny?"
"Haaaayyy," the voice on the other end said. "If it isn't my favorite
niece! How are you kid?"
"I'm great, Uncle Vinny, really great!"
"Good! I'm glad to hear it! Sammy pick you up ok today?"
"Yeah, perfect. Just like always."
"You're a good kid Brandy. Real good!" As usual, she was struck by
how thick his Italian accent was whenever he was talking with family -
different, she knew, than at other times. "How's school goin'? You're
not in trouble again, are you?"
"No Uncle Vinny, everything's fine, but that's kind of why I'm
calling..."
"Oh? So what's up?"
"Well... I kind of need your help with something."
"You ain't got some boy giving you trouble do you? Cause you know what
I'll do to him!"
She laughed. "Uncle Vinny! You know me better than that!"
"Yeah I do. You'd probably kill him. Too many of those martial arts
classes you used to take. What were you when you quit, first degree
black belt or somethin'?"
She laughed again. "Second degree!"
"Ah... You shouldn't 'a quit. You were pretty good."
"I got tired of it. There are more important things in my life now."
"Yeah, like boys, and shopping! I see all your bills. I understand
though. You're growin' up Brandy. Growin' up. So if it isn't some
boy giving you a problem, what is?"
Brandy hesitated. "Well, it is a boy. Only this time I'm giving him
the problem."
"Say what?"
She spent the next half-hour explaining what she wanted. Finally, when
she was done, he said, "Kid, you are some kind of crazy, you know
that?"
"Yeah, Uncle Vinny, I know. But how about it?"
"I don't know. Let me think on it. I'll have to call you back later."
"Ok, I understand. Thanks Uncle Vinny. I really appreciate it. I
love you."
"Love you too kid."
Vinny hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. His niece was
crazy... brilliant, but crazy. She was talented too. Very talented in
areas that were of interest to him later. She could scheme and scam
with the best of them. She was already good enough that he was
considering introducing her to some of the family business interests -
just to see what she could do. Someday, the girl would be money in the
bank. But till then, she was still just a kid growing up.
He had a few misgivings about what she was asking of him. It didn't
sound exactly right. But he was curious. He found himself interested
in her manipulations. The girl needed practice and this might be as
good a case as any. But... he still had his misgivings.
He thought about it for an hour before he called her back. "Hey kid,
it's me. Listen, I've been thinkin' about this thing and I'm still not
too sure. But here's what I'll do, I'll toss some ideas around with
the boys and see what we can come up with. But in the meantime, I need
you to get me all the information on this kid. And I mean everything.
Right down to what kind of toilet paper he uses. Got that?"
"Yeah. Absolutely, Uncle Vinny! I'll work on it Monday."
"Ok then kid. Let me know."
"Great Uncle Vinny. Talk to you later."
Brandy hung up the phone. She felt elated. He hadn't said he would
help, but then he also hadn't said that he wouldn't help either. In
fact, it sounded more like he might be willing to help her. She only
knew a little bit about Bobby, but by the time school finished on
Monday, she'd know absolutely everything!
Chapter 4
Bobby kissed his mother goodbye Monday morning and headed off to
school. He wasn't looking forward to going, but at least it would be
better than last week. He would just have to live with everybody
calling him Baby Bobby - probably for a few months. But hopefully the
kids would all forget about it... eventually.
The sight of the trees at the edge of the school grounds still had that
same haunting horror quality about them, but he pressed forward. Those
trees would probably always remind him of what he had lived through
last week.
But the minute he reached the edge of the trees, Brandy stepped out
onto the path up ahead. He stopped short. He wanted to run. "Baby
Boooobyyyy," she called to him once again. Then she held up another
diaper.
He panicked. "No! Not again!"
"Yes again," she replied as she started walking towards him.
"No... I can't!"
"Yes you can, Baby Bobby." She was still holding the diaper up where
he could see it, swinging it back and forth now as it dangled from her
fingers in front of her.
Bobby's stomach felt like it was full of lead. He couldn't take his
eyes off of the diaper she was holding in her hand. His knees began to
shake as he stood there. "No... Please! This was all supposed to be
finished."
"I never said that... Did I? No. I'm sure I never said it was
finished. It's not over till I say it's over."
He watched the diaper in her hand coming closer and closer. With every
step she took his fear grew. He wanted to run, but he couldn't, his
feet felt rooted to the ground.
She stood in front of him now, still swinging the diaper back and forth
in front of his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at it. "Come along
now, Baby Bobby. Time to get diapered."
But he couldn't move on his own. She reached out her hand and pulled a
little and slowly he began walking where she led him, almost as if he
was in a daze. She led him all the way back to her usual spot under
the trees. The kids were starting to gather again. She was glad.
She let go of his hand and stood in front of him. "Now, Sissy Baby,
what do we need to do for you today?"
He looked at her, anguish plainly written all over his face. "Please,
not again. I can't do this anymore."
"Of course you can do it, Baby Bobby. You did it last week. It should
be easier now."
He shook his head. "Please... no... please..."
She shook her head. "Do we need to fight again?"
His eyes went wide. "No! I... can't..."
"Then what is it that I should do for you today?"
She wasn't backing down. He knew she wouldn't. Again, he had no
choice. He hung his head. "Diaper me," he finally answered.
"Diaper you? Why?"
"Diaper me because I nothing but a big sissy baby." He wanted to cry.
He was almost crying.
"Say please. I love to hear you begging."
He sobbed just a bit. "Please... Please diaper me because I'm nothing
but a big sissy baby." And the way he was crying now, he knew deep
down that it must be true.
She seemed to brighten. "Of course I'll diaper you Baby Bobby. That's
what I'm here for. Now lay down and let's get those nasty pants off of
you."
He collapsed into a sitting position, trying to fight back his sobbing.
She knelt down next to him and grabbed his hand. She pulled it up near
his mouth. "Suck your thumb, Baby." He couldn't resist her. His
spirit felt like it had nothing left.
She took his pants off him and then his underpants. She made him raise
his butt up and she slid the diaper under him and fastened it. "All
done now, Baby Bobby," she said, wiping her hands and getting to her
feet. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"
He couldn't answer. He slowly climbed to his feet with his thumb still
in his mouth. The feel of the diaper was strange, yet familiar now.
And he hated it. He expected her to make him walk back to the building
again in nothing but his diaper, but she surprised him by handing him
his pants to put on. He did so gratefully. Covering up his diaper
made him feel a tiny bit better and at least she didn't make him put
his thumb back in his mouth after putting his pants back on.
He wanted to walk away then, to just leave and be by himself to enjoy
his own misery. But she wasn't done with him yet. "Oh Boooobyyy," she
called from just a few feet away. "I've got a present for you today."
He sensed more trouble, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
"Take your shirt off Sissy Baby."
What? He was having trouble comprehending her command. "My shirt?" he
asked, still a bit dazed.
"That's what I said. Take your shirt off." When he didn't move fast
enough, she very firmly said, "Now!"
He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Brandy took it from him
and went back to her bag. She pulled something out of it. Something
pink. She held it up. "Look what I had made just for you at the mall
this weekend. Don't you just love it?"
His eyes went wide with horror at the item she was holding. It was a
girls pink t-shirt with the words Sissy Baby written on the front in
big glittery letters. He shook his head. "You don't want me to..."
"Of course I do, Sissy Baby. I think it's perfect for you, don't you?"
He didn't answer that. Instead he watched as she brought the shirt
closer to him. "Arms up," she said. Very reluctantly, he raised his
arms slightly over his head. She slipped the t-shirt over his hands,
down his arms, over his head and with a strong pull, down to his waist.
The shirt felt as horrible as the diaper he was wearing. His knees
were shaking again. He was afraid he would fall.
"Time for school now, Sissy Baby," she said as she went back to her bag
and picked it up. "And don't forget... no bathrooms..."
He barely heard her. He was still trying to comprehend everything. He
was stuck in a diaper once again with seemingly no way out. And worse,
now he was wearing a t-shirt that absolutely screamed exactly what he
was. Very slowly, he picked up his backpack and headed for the school
building.
Every one of his teachers looked twice at the t-shirt he was wearing.
So did most of the kids. But there was nothing he could do about that.
He wet himself once again during the period before lunch, just as he
had done last week. He only hoped that Brandy would change him again
after he ate. If not, then he had no doubt that he'd have other
problems before the day was over.
At lunchtime, he was again stuck in the same seat between all the
girls, but this time, Brandy sat right next to him. He was very
surprised that she seemed to just want to talk... nicely. And more
surprise, she seemed to be really interested in him. Maybe even a bit
concerned.
"So what does your father do?" she asked.
He shook his head. "He died a long time ago," he answered. "It's just
Mom and me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I know what it's like to lose your father.
Mine died two years ago. My Uncle makes sure that momma and me have
everything we need now."
He was surprised. She had revealed a bit about herself that he hadn't
known.
"So what does your mother do?" she asked. "Does she work?"
"Yeah, that's why we moved here. The job doesn't pay much, but we're
getting by. She doesn't get back from work as early as she used to
anymore though, and that's tough."
"I can imagine," she replied, still listening. She let him talk on and
on about his mother and how proud of him she was. He seemed to need to
talk. And she let him. In the process, she learned a lot. She talked
with him so long that she almost missed having time to take him into
the girl's room again to change his diaper.
Afterwards, she thought a lot about him. They had very little in
common except the loss of their fathers. They came from two
drastically different worlds. Yet, and strangely enough, she found she
liked him. Not enough to go easy on him in any way. Yet he was...
vulnerable... and dare she say it... nice. And the last thing that she
realized about him was that he was very lonely.
Bobby got to take his pink Sissy Baby t-shirt off when she gave him his
underwear back at the end of the day. Despite the soggy wet diaper he
was wearing under his pants, his own shirt gave him a small measure of
comfort. "Do we have to do this again tomorrow?" he asked - knowing to
expect the worst.
"Of course," she replied. "We can't stop now. We're just getting
started."
Her words sent uncontrollable shivers throughout his whole body.
Late that night, Vinny sat and went over the notes about Bobby that
Brandy had sent him. Her notes were far more complete than he had
hoped for. He had to wonder where she got some of her information.
All he really needed was some of the basics. He'd have his own people
check for him now.
He picked up his phone. "Hey, Jimmy? I got someone I need you to
check on.... No, and I need this quick, like yesterday... Yeah, A to Z."
Chapter 5
Bobby dreaded going to school the next day... mostly because he both knew
and didn't know what to expect. What he did expect was another diaper
and plenty of humiliation. The only nice thing that had happened to
him yesterday was talking with Brandy at lunchtime. That had been a
bit of a surprise.
Once again, Brandy was waiting for him at the edge of the woods. She
wasn't holding up another diaper today, and she wasn't calling him.
But she was waiting for him. He walked up to her and stopped right
where he was. "Again?" he asked, hoping she would say no.
"Of course, Baby. We've just started. You've got a long way to go!"
He wondered what she meant by that, but was afraid to ask.
There were a lot less kids around today, but there were still some. He
didn't even try to offer any resistance when she told him to lay down
so she could take his pants off. It seemed like only seconds till he
went from being dressed normally to wearing a diaper again.
"See how easy that was today? See how easy it is when you don't put up
a fuss?"
He didn't answer. He was too depressed.
She handed him his pants and let him put them on again, which he did
quickly and gratefully while she walked back to her bag. "Ok, Baby
Bobby. Shirt off again."
"Oh God!" he thought. "Not again." He removed his shirt and handed it
to her. He was expecting the pink t-shirt again, but instead she
handed him one of her white blouses. He held it up so he could see it
better - and shivered inside. The blouse was all white with tiny very
pale blue and pink flowers scattered here and there. The very wide
collar was trimmed with elaborate lace, as were the puffy short sleeves
and the hem of the blouse. On any girl it would have looked very
pretty and feminine. To him, it looked almost babyish. He looked at
her, questioningly.
"Isn't it pretty?" she asked. "It's one of my favorites. I used to
wear it a lot. I just know you'll love it too. It's just the thing
for a sissy baby like you. Don't you think?"
She had said it so innocently that it positively dripped with her
evilness. He slipped it on and had a lot of trouble buttoning it. Not
only were the buttons on the wrong side, but they were rounded pearl-
like buttons that were hard to fasten. When he finished, he realized
that it was too short to tuck into his pants. Every bit of the lace
would show on it.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed happily. "It looks very pretty on you!"
Not exactly what he wanted to hear. "Now for the next part." Next
part? There was more? His knees suddenly started shaking again as she
dug into her bag once more.
She had something in her hand when she approached him, but he couldn't
see what it was. She stopped right in front of him and held it up for
him to see. Lipstick! He winced. The butterflies in his stomach felt
more like elephants. "No..." he started to say, but he bit his tongue.
It was not good to protest. That only made things worse. She twisted
the tube and made him watch as the bright pink color extended further
and further. If his bladder hadn't been empty just then, he might have
wet himself.
She grabbed his face with one hand to hold him still and began applying
it thickly to his lips. He had to force his body to stand still.
There was suddenly a lot of laughing from the kids all around him.
Actually, he couldn't blame them. If he were in their position, he
would have laughed too.
When she was done, she stood back looking triumphant. He unconsciously
brought his arm to his face to wipe his lips. "Ah, ah, ah!" she said,
slapping his arm back down. "Don't touch!" He felt horrified. "But
don't worry," she continued, "every time I see you today, I'll refresh
it for you so it always looks real good!" He wanted to faint.
She stood back from him. "Now suck your thumb again." Oh how he hated
his life. But knowing she would only make him do it somehow, he slowly
brought his thumb to his mouth and began sucking on it. The kids all
laughed, but her eyes were fully lit up. "It seems you have a bit of a
dilemma now, Sissy Baby Bobby."
A dilemma? He had no idea what else she could be thinking about. He
didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Pull your thumb out now," she commanded. And he did. "You see, now
everybody can see how pretty your lips look today." Again, not
something he wanted to hear. "Now suck your thumb again." He
reluctantly put his thumb back into his mouth. "There," she said, "we
can't see your pretty lipstick anymore. So you see, you have a choice,
you can either suck your thumb and hide your pretty lipstick, or not
suck your thumb and let everybody see it. I wonder which you'll choose
to do today... Baby Bobby."
She was grinning evilly at him again. He realized he suddenly did have
a dilemma. Either he sucked his thumb in front of everybody, or he
showed everybody the lipstick he was wearing. There was no winning.
And worse, he didn't know if he wanted to suck his thumb just then or
not. He couldn't decide.
But now she was coming back again. "Suck your thumb for me again, Baby
Bobby." He put his thumb into his mouth... and saw to his horror that
she was now holding a camera. He stood wide eyed as she began walking
around him, taking picture after picture, asking him to keep turning to
face her. Then she did it all over again, this time without his thumb
in his mouth. He couldn't believe she was doing it. No, he could
believe it. It seemed that she would do absolutely anything that could
make his life more miserable.
When he walked through the halls of the school toward his first class,
he honestly couldn't decide if he should keep his thumb in his mouth or
not. The result was that he kept putting it in, then taking it out
again. There was simply no good answer. The other kids were all
looking at him, watching him, laughing at him. But what could he do
about it? All his teachers gave him strange looks again, but none of
them really said or did anything. He was trapped.
Twice during the morning, Brandy stopped him in the hallway and
refreshed his lipstick. He hated it. She was doing everything she
could to keep him noticeably humiliated. Worse, all her girlfriends
kept checking to make sure he was still wearing his diapers. Like he
had a choice anymore! He still couldn't get into the boy's room and no
longer even tried. And when he wet himself late in the morning, he
hated that too. Having to sit through class in sodden diapers that
were now far more bulky than before wasn't exactly fun. And even
worse... every time one of the girls checked his diapers, they now
commented and laughed over how wet he was. He would have screamed and
punched the walls if he thought it would help. But all he could now do
was to exist... and whatever else Brandy told him he had to do.
Late in the morning, Vinny was reading the first of the reports that he
would receive about Bobby and his mother. So far, everything pretty
much jived with what Brandy had sent. But this report was more about
their finances - which were none too good. From everything he could
see, they were good people, but they were struggling. He hated to work
over people like that, but sometimes there were other things that he
could do to make things not so bad, maybe even better.
He heard his computer beep and noticed an email from Brandy. What
timing! He opened the email and found several pictures she had taken
of the boy she was tormenting that morning. He laughed to himself as
he looked closely.
"Hey Vinny," Sammy said as he walked into the room. "You need me to
pick up Brandy again today?"
"Yeah, of course," Vinny said, half distracted by the pictures.
"Sammy, come look at this." Sammy came around the desk and was
surprised by the humiliating pictures he was suddenly looking at.
"That's some boy that Brandy is tormenting," Vinny told him.
"Damn! Poor kid. It looks like she's really going at it."
"And the best part is what you can't see. Under his pants, she's got
him in diapers!"
"What?"
"Yeah, she's trying to keep him in them all year."
Sammy shook his head. "Maybe we're thinkin' the wrong line of work for
her. Maybe we should apprentice her to something more in the revenge
line."
Vinny laughed along with Sammy. But Sammy was partially right. The
girl was damn inventive. He made a decision. It was a tempered
decision, but a decision. The email from Brandy had been sent from her
cell phone. 'Technically,' she was supposed to have the darn thing
turned off during classes - if she remembered. He took a chance and
picked up his phone and called her. He was relieved to hear her voice
mail kick in.
"Hi Brandy. It's Uncle Vinny. Loved the pictures - thanks. Call me
as soon as you get a chance. Love ya'."
He hung up and looked up at Sammy. "I think I'm gonna' let her run
with this - but I'm gonna keep a real close watch."
Before Sammy could reply, his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hi Uncle Vinny," Brandy's voice came back.
"Hey, that was quick. I just called."
"I'm between classes. What's up?"
"Ok, kid. Here's the deal. I'll go along with you on this thing, but
I've got one big demand in return."
"Ok," she replied hesitantly. "What is it?"
"Look kid, this boy and his mother ain't got nothin'. Their finances
are like the worst. So here it is... Whatever you do with this kid, you
don't cost him or his mother one red cent. Not one! Got that?
Nothin'!"
She was a bit surprised over how insistent he was being about it.
"Sure Uncle Vinny, I understand. That will be just fine."
"Good girl. Just let me know when you want this first part to take
place."
"The sooner the better," she replied. "You just have to let me know
when you can do it."
"Ok," he replied. "Is tonight too soon?"
"No, actually that would be great."
"Ok, let me call you back if I can arrange it."
"Thanks, Uncle Vinny. You're the best!"
Vinny hung up the phone and dialed another number. "Hey Gino! How are
you?"
"Vinny! Good to hear you again. Everything going good?"
"Great Gino, Great. Listen, I need a favor. Somthin' special. And I
need you to take some extra care with it for me...
Brandy checked her messages just before lunch and found one from her
Uncle Vinny to call him back.
"Hi Uncle Vinny. What's going on?"
"Ok, kid. I set it up. It's gonna happen this evening."
"Great. What are you going to do?"
"It's best if you don't know."
She was disappointed. "I understand. But what do I tell him? I have
to set it up."
"Yeah, here's all you should say..."
Bobby had to endure another diaper check from not one but two of
Brandy's friends as he was putting his books in his locker just before
lunch. Both of them commented about how wet he was... just like a baby.
He blushed. He always blushed. All the girls made him feel so
embarrassed. He grabbed his sandwich and followed them into the
lunchroom. He stopped at the machine and got himself another coke.
Brandy was waiting for him at her usual table, saving the seat next to
her just for him. He had enjoyed talking to her yesterday. He was
suddenly looking forward to it now.
"Hi Baby Bobby," she said in that taunting voice of hers as he sat
down.
"Hi Brandy," he replied, cautiously. He saw her starting in on her
lunch, so he pulled his usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich out and
started eating it.
She leaned over with something in her hand. "Look, Baby Bobby," she
said. "See how great the pictures I took of you this morning came
out!"
He couldn't take his eyes away from the tiny display on the back of her
camera as she slowly went through each and every picture. Suddenly, he
wasn't hungry anymore.
When she was done she put her camera away and leaned over to whisper in
his ear. "Keep eating and don't look at me. Just listen, and listen
good!"
He was suddenly a bit frightened. He brought his sandwich up to his
mouth, but it was difficult to take a bite. He took one anyway and
tried to chew.
"What do you think your mother would think of you if she saw those
pictures? I'll bet she'd be really surprised at her wonderful son.
Wouldn't she? Just nod if you agree."
He nodded his head woodenly.
"Do you think she'd be really disappointed in you, seeing for herself
what a sissy her son is?" Again he nodded. There was a very tight
knot in his stomach now.
"Don't worry, she'll never see any of these... unless!" She paused for a
very long time, letting the "unless" sink fully in. "Unless you don't
do absolutely everything I tell you to. And... and this is the most
important part... you don't tell anybody who might stop me!" Again she
paused. "Do you understand? Nobody!"
He nodded his head. She was trapping him, locking him in. And it
didn't feel good.
But she still hadn't removed her head from next to his. "Now there's
more... I know you love your mother. Don't you."
He nodded again. Of course he did. Very much!
"Good," she breathed in his ear. "And I know you wouldn't want
anything bad to ever happen to her, would you?"
"No," he said out loud, then nodded his head.
"Good. If you don't do whatever I say, I can make something bad happen
to your mother. And I will! The more you refuse me, the worse that
something could be!"
He turned his head to look at her with a horrified expression.
"Turn your head back!" she commanded. He faced across the table again.
"Take another bite!" she commanded. He did. But chewing was
impossible.
"I know you don't believe that there's anything that I can do. But I'm
going to prove to you first just how wrong you may be about that.
Tonight, your mother is going to have a little problem. One that could
be potentially very dangerous. If things go wrong, she could get hurt
badly, maimed for life. She could even die. But hopefully, it will
all amount to nothing at all. It's going to happen tonight and there's
no way to stop it now."
He turned his head angrily back to her. "What? What's going to
happen?"
She smiled. "The truth is, that I really don't know. I have no idea
at all. I only know that it will happen because I want it to happen.
And now understand this. Remember that every time you refuse me,
something else will happen. And each time, those things will get worse
and worse!"
He shook his head. "I don't believe you! You're not fooling me with
that crap!"
She got up from the table then. "Tonight!" she whispered to him. Then
she left.
He couldn't finish any of his lunch and even threw his untouched drink
away. Three of her girlfriends dragged him into the girl's room to
change his wet diaper and then refresh his lipstick before sending him
out to his afternoon classes.
But Brandy had planted the seeds of worry in him and he brooded about
it all afternoon. She had to be kidding, right? There was no way she
could do anything to his mother, was there? He was fairly sure she was
just trying to scare him. But still, he worried.
It was starting to just grow a bit dark by the time his mother closed
the building and locked the door behind her. With her car key already
out, she nervously walked across to her car in the parking lot and
quickly got in. She always breathed a sigh of relief after she got
into her car and locked the doors. She turned the key, praying that
the car would start. It did... fortunately. She headed for home.
Two blocks away, a man waited, leaning up against the side of a
building. He was waiting for her car to pass. The only muscle that he
moved as the car went by was his thumb, pushing down on a tiny button
in his hand.
She suddenly heard a loud bang and her car started to go crazy as it
tried to pull every which way but where she wanted it to go. "Oh
hell!" she exclaimed as she finally wrestled it under control. She
pulled it over to the side of the road and got out. The driver's side
tire was ok. She walked around to the passenger side - the darn front
tire was completely flat. She kicked it and cursed. "Damn! It
couldn't last just a little bit longer!" She didn't know what to do.
But before she could try to find some help, a red tow truck pulled up
right behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The driver of the truck opened his door and leaned out. "You need some
help lady?"
"Yes! Please!" she called back.
He got down from his truck and walked over to take a look. He pulled a
business card out of his shirt pocket before he got to her. "Hi," he
said. "I'm Gino." He handed her his card. "Gino's Auto Repair and
Towing."
She took his card gratefully. "I can't believe what a lucky break it
was for me, you showing up so quickly."
"Yeah, well we were just getting back from another job when we saw your
tire go." Actually, he had been worried that her tire might not make
it from her parking lot to where his employee had set off the small
explosive device. When he planted the device earlier on the inside
wall of her tire, he had been really surprised at how bad the tires had
looked - all of them. Not only was all the tread gone, but there were
cords showing through on both the front tires. Women! They never
thought of proper maintenance. "If you'll unlock your trunk, Ma'am,
I'll put the spare on for you. Then if you like, you can follow me to
my shop - it's just a few blocks away - and I'll fix that for you."
"Thank you," she said as she headed straight for her trunk, "I'd be
ever so grateful."
As he pulled the spare tire out, he noticed that it wasn't completely
full of air. In fact he was worried that it might be too low to drive
on. "Ma'am, this spare doesn't look too good," he told her. "But let
me put it on anyway, just in case. Then we can see better. Ok?"
"Please," she replied. "Do whatever you think will work. I just need
to get home to my son."
He nodded and got to work. Changing tires for him was a matter of
minutes since he had been doing it most of his life. When he was done,
he looked at it and shook his head. "Tell you what. That tire ain't
gonna make it very far. I'm not even sure it's gonna make it to my
shop. If you go straight there, I'll see what I can do for you. Ok?"
She was a little hesitant, but she agreed.
He got back in his truck and pulled ahead of her so she could follow
him. He led her very slowly, all the way back to his shop.
When she got there, she was pleased to see how big and bright his
company was. What surprised her even more were the number of employees
he had that were still working, despite the late hour. While one of
his employees removed the spare tire from the front of the car, he
pulled the damaged tire out of her trunk. "Ma'am," he called. "Come
look at this." She walked over to see. "See this? The whole side
wall of the tire is gone. That can't be fixed. In any case, see these
little lines here? They're the cords underneath the tread. This tire
is history. Even if I could fix it, I couldn't in good conscious put
it back on again. And I noticed your other tires look just as bad."
She looked really nervous all of a sudden. "I can't afford new tires.
Not now. I don't even know when I'll be able to. I was just praying
they could last me for a little while longer. I don't know what to
do..."
He sighed. Vinny had said he thought their money situation was really
bad. He suspected it might be worse than Vinny had thought. "Tell you
what, Ma'am. I've got a used tire in the back that I think will fit.
I can let you have it for nothing. You just pay me for mounting it and
for changing the tire. Ok?"
"How much will that be?"
He decided not to give her the real total. "Will fifteen bucks be ok?"
She sighed. "It will have to be."
He nodded and got his workers busy.
"Can I use your phone?" she asked. "I need to call my son. He'll be
worried."
"Sure," he replied. "It's in the office there."
As soon as she was out of earshot, he pulled out his cell phone. "Hey
Vinny!"
"Gino! How did it go?"
"It went just fine, but I gotta tell you, this lady's car is in really
bad shape. I can't guarantee that all the rest of her tires will make
it back to her house tonight. And I told her I'd only charge her
fifteen for everything, and now I'm worried that she won't have that!"
"That bad huh?"
"Geez! Every tire she's got not only has no tread, but the cords are
showing through. The damn thing is a death trap!"
"****! Ok, here's what I want you to do. Tomorrow, have your guys
boost a set of tires..."
Gino listened to Vinny's whole idea. "Ok, will do. And I'll talk to
you more tomorrow." He was feeling a little bit better about things
now. He glanced at the tire that was already mounted on the wheel and
was ready to be put onto the car. It was one that he had gotten long
ago. He had pulled it out once they knew her tire size and had it
ready and waiting since earlier in the afternoon. The tiny explosive
device he had used on her old tire always blew them so they couldn't be
used anymore.
"Mom! I was so worried about you!" Bobby said as he hugged his mother
the moment she came in through the door.
"It was just a blown tire dear," she replied. "But I appreciate your
concern anyway."
He was so glad that his mother was safe. He still didn't really
believe anything that Brandy had said earlier, but now, he found
himself wondering even more. Could she have had anything to do with
it? It didn't seem likely at all. In fact, he couldn't see any way it
could be possible. It had to be just a coincidence. But still, it
made him wonder.
Chapter 6
Once again, Bobby dreaded going to school, but he went. There was no
way he could ever let his mother become suspicious that anything wrong
was going on. She would be so disappointed in him. And once again,
Brandy was waiting for him by the trees. He didn't even stop to talk
to her this time, he just walked right to her usual spot so she could
diaper him.
"See, Baby Bobby," she said as she pulled his pants off, "you know now
that you're a sissy baby who belongs in diapers and you aren't even
trying to fight it anymore. Now isn't this so much better than
fighting? Isn't it?" When he didn't answer, she repeated, "Isn't it?"
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"I would think you'd be very grateful to have me diaper you everyday
like you belong. But you don't seem to show it very well. Tell me
that you're grateful."
He hated these games that she played. "Thank you for diapering me like
I should be," he managed to get out without choking on his words too
much. Fortunately she seemed satisfied.
As soon as his diaper was taped into place, she leaned over top of him
so that her head was close to his. "Did your mother have a little
problem last night?" she asked quietly. His eyes went wide, but he
didn't answer. "Did she?" she repeated. He still didn't answer. "I
can see in your eyes that she did though, didn't she?"
"Yeah," he replied angrily. "But there's no way that you could have
had anything to do with that. The tire was old, that's all. It blew
because it was worn out, nothing else."
"Me?... Have anything to do with it?" She sounded shocked. "But I
knew about it, didn't I? I knew! I might not have known exactly what
would happen, but it still happened because I wanted it to!"
"How?" he asked angrily.
She shook her head. "I can't tell you that. But believe me, if you
ever disobey me or even give someone a hint about what I'm doing to you
then it won't be so simple next time."
He still didn't believe her, but now he wondered even more. It was
impossible!
Late that morning, Bobby's mother got a call at work from Gino. "Hi,
Ma'am," he said as soon as she answered the phone. "This is Gino, from
the auto shop."
"Oh hi, Gino. I hope there isn't a problem. You don't know how much I
appreciate your help last night."
"Yeah, well you're welcome. Listen, I had a guy in here earlier who
bought all new tires. And he didn't need them! The dork! His old
tires are practically new! Listen though, they're the same size as I
put on your car last night. If you want, you can have them."
She was completely taken aback by his generous offer. But it sounded
too good to be true. "Um... I'm afraid that the few dollars I gave you
last night was all I had. I'm sorry. I really want the tires, but I
can't afford even a single penny more."
"Listen, no problem. They're on me! It's like... I saw how bad your car
was last night. Let's just call it my contribution to highway safety,
ok? Now you bring your car in at lunchtime and we'll get it all fixed
up this afternoon. And don't you worry about the money. Geez, it's
not like these things cost me anything anyway."
She couldn't believe it. "I don't know what to say?"
"Just get your car in here fast... before the tires you got now evaporate
into thin air!"
Two months went by and the morning air grew cold. The leaves on the
trees turned bright colors and began covering the ground in their thick
blanket. Every day Brandy continued to diaper Bobby and either give
him one of her blouses to wear or the pink Sissy Baby t-shirt. Most
times she put lipstick on him too, but very gradually, she began to
introduce a day here and there where she had him go without the
lipstick. By that time though, she had him so thoroughly confused with
different things that on the days that she didn't put lipstick on him,
he was forgetting and still putting his thumb in and out of his mouth
as if he didn't know if he was wearing lipstick or not.
His bigger problem was at home. Mostly, he seemed to mentally relax
the minute he walked through the door of his house. His mother still
had no idea what was going on and he meant to keep it that way. But
lately, he began to catch himself a few times with his thumb in his
mouth. He kept making mental notes to watch himself so she wouldn't
get suspicious, but it was getting to be easier said than done.
At school, sometimes Brandy changed him and sometimes some of her
girlfriends did it. But they all made good and sure that he was never
without diapers while in school and that he could never get into the
boy's room. Wetting himself had gotten a lot easier for him, which
made it easier for him to concentrate on his school work too. He
realized that he had become just another odd-ball character in the
school now - one that the kids talked and joked about constantly, but
everyone, including the teachers, now accepted him that way. It was
both a comforting, and not a comforting thought.
Not one boy in the school would really talk to him though and the only
girls who ever paid any attention to him were all Brandy's friends.
Fortunately, she had a lot of them. But that still left him with only
girls to talk to every day, or even hang around with. Of course Brandy
demanded that he stick as closely to her as possible all the time so
she could always keep an eye on him. Without realizing it, he was
becoming remarkably well versed in things like makeup and fashion and
whatever else the girls always talked about, which usually included
their opinions about all the different boys.
In some ways, he was finally beginning to fade into the background
behind other events at school. Brandy realized this too. She knew it
would happen eventually, and she knew she wanted to do something about
it. She spent an entire Saturday with her girlfriends discussing what
they could do next. And finally, they made a list. Some of the items
they would introduce him to right away, and some would be stretched out
over the rest of the school year. If he knew everything that they
planned, it would probably drive him insane.
It was on Monday, in the middle of November, when he walked into the
lunch room with his sandwich as he usually did. He threw the sandwich
down on the table next to Brandy where he usually sat, but before he
could leave to get himself a coke, she said, "Don't bother! Just sit
down."
He was long past not obeying her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing much," she said as she reached over and took his sandwich away
from him. "It's just time for a change, that's all."
He suddenly got very nervous. "Can I have my sandwich back?" he asked.
"No," she said flatly. She got up from her seat and reached into her
bag.
"You know, Baby Bobby," she said as she rummaged through it, "I've been
going really easy on you lately." That was news to him. "I hope you
appreciate that."
He didn't answer. He had no idea where she was going with this, and he
was also fairly sure he didn't want to know.
"I've gone easy on you to let you get used to wearing diapers all the
time. And you have gotten used to wearing them now, haven't you!" She
smiled that wicked smile of hers, waiting for an answer.
He thought about it for the first time. It was something he had never
considered before. He guessed he really was used to wearing them now.
Whoever would have thought? He finally nodded his head, hesitantly.
"Yeah," he stammered cautiously.
"And you have to admit that you've gotten used to wetting your diapers
now too, haven't you!"
It was another disturbing thought. But yes, he had to admit that too.
He was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable about how far down
the road she had already taken him.
"And... Did you know you're sucking your thumb now, even when you're not
wearing lipstick?"
He actually blushed. He remembered catching himself a few times, but
did he really do it that often?
"You see, Baby Bobby, that's how much of a baby you are already. And
it's only been two months! Not only that, but I'll bet you don't even
think about having to wear my frilly blouses around the school anymore,
do you!"
She was quietly driving home point after point. Had he sunk so low
already? Unfortunately, the answer to that was painfully obvious.
"But you see, Baby Bobby, while you think you've come so far, you've
actually learned only a very tiny bit. I'm afraid you still have a
very long way to go."
Her words were frightening him now. He couldn't imagine what more she
could do to him, but knowing her, it wouldn't be good! He was suddenly
glad he hadn't eaten now. He might throw up!
She smiled at him. "But don't worry, Baby Bobby, while you have a lot
to learn, we're going to start you out slow and easy. Trust me, for
someone who's such a big baby already, this is going to be very easy."
With a sudden flourish, she pulled something out of her bag. She held
it out so everybody could see it. The girls at the table all squealed
with laughter. She showed it to him. It was a bib! A very large baby
bib with the words "Sissy Baby" printed on it. Horrified, he watched
as she walked around behind him, and all too quickly fastened it around
his neck.
"Now you just sit there quietly, Baby Bobby, and keep your hands in
your lap. I'll do the rest." Then she began pulling jar after jar of
baby food out of her bag. He had to sit there and endure her feeding
him four jars of baby food while she ate her own lunch. He might have
been tired of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day, but by the
time he got to his fourth or fifth mouthful from the very first jar, he
was suddenly not tired of it anymore. The baby food was awful. Some
of it was a tiny bit on the sweet side, but mostly it was miserably
bland. Worse, the more he ate, the more it turned his stomach. And
all the while, Brandy was acting like she was feeding a real baby,
making airplane and choo-choo train noises as she brought spoonful
after spoonful to his mouth. And the longer she fed him, the more he
started to resist because it tasted so bad. He squirmed, he tried to
keep his mouth shut, he did everything he could think of, but one way
or another, she got every spoonful down him... mostly. Because of his
squirming, a lot of it ended up on his face, which only made the other
girls laugh at him again. And because he looked so babyish, she walked
around to the other side of the table and snapped more pictures of him.
He was so glad when it was all over and she cleared away the last of
the jars. He really wanted a coke then to clear the taste out of his
mouth. But he didn't get one. Instead, she wiped the mess off his
face with his bib and took it off him. Then she led him by the hand
out to the girl's room where she changed his diaper for him. But after
his diaper change, she brought him straight back to his chair again.
She pulled a big baby bottle full of juice out of her bag and held it
out for him to take.
He didn't want to touch it. He looked at her totally horrified. "I
can't drink that!"
"Oh yes you can, baby. I told you there was still a lot for you to
learn, and this is another one."
"But..." he tried to protest, but she suddenly shoved the nipple very
hard up against his closed lips. He was forced to open his mouth and
let her put it in.
"Take it!" she ordered. He finally brought his hands up and held the
bottle. She looked at the clock. "Well, Baby Bobby. It looks like
you've got just enough time to finish that bottle before class, because
if you don't, I'm going to make you drink it out in the hallway between
classes all afternoon till it's done!"
He stared at her wide eyed. She wouldn't! Yeah, she just might. She
seemed serious enough.
"You're wasting time," she said all too sweetly.
He glanced at the clock. It was getting late. He started sucking on
the nipple furiously. But it seemed that drinking out of a baby bottle
wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. He could hardly get any of
the juice out at all. He had to suck and suck hard just to get enough
to swallow. He heard the kids all around him laughing at him again,
but he didn't have time to worry about it. He had to finish the
bottle. His entire mouth was quickly growing tired. He had pause to
rest more and more often. It was growing later and later.
"Times up, Baby Bobby," she said as she grabbed the bottle from him.
He had only been able to finish about three quarters of it. "I'll see
you after your next class." She put the bottle in her bag and was
gone. He glanced at the clock. He had to hurry to get his books. He
wasn't looking forward to seeing her in the hall later.
All during the next class, he kept watching the clock, trying to will
the time to go slower. But it seemed to go all too fast. Could he
avoid seeing her between classes? No, he knew that he couldn't. When
the bell rang, he reluctantly left the room - slower than he usually
would.
"There you are, Baby Bobby," she said when he finally got out into the
hallway. She backed him up against the lockers and handed him his
bottle, not letting him escape. He put the bottle to his mouth and
began sucking hard on it again while she kept checking her watch. But
they only had a very few minutes, and even though there wasn't much
left in the bottle, he still didn't finish it. "Time's up again," she
said as she grabbed it from him and hurried away. He groaned, but only
long enough to realize that he had to run to get to his next class.
But at least his mouth would get another break. It was amazing how
quickly he got tired trying to drink from that thing.
She found him again after his next class too. And again she backed him
up against the lockers and made him drink from the bottle. This time,
he started sucking air just as she was about to grab it from him again.
"Good baby," she crooned as she took the bottle from him. "I'll see
you after school!" And she was gone. He breathed a sigh of relief
even though he had to run to his next class again. At least the baby
bottle was finished.
She met him as usual after school to give his underwear and shirt back
to him, but she had a big bag with her this time. "I have something
for you Baby Bobby," she said. She reached into the bag and pulled out
a very large brand new package of disposable diapers. "These are for
you to take home with you."
Horrified, he said, "Why would I want to do that? My mother might find
them!"
She laughed. "You'll just have to find someplace to put them where
they won't be found. It's cold in the mornings now and I think it
would be so much better if you started diapering yourself before you
come to school every day."
"Diapering myself?" He was trying to wrap his mind around that
concept.
"That's right. You can do it. Figure it out."
"But what if my mom finds out?"
"You'll just have to keep her from finding out. Won't you!"
He shook his head. He still didn't understand any of this.
"Oh! And there's one other thing." He knew to expect something bad.
"I want you to come to my house for a little get together I'm having on
Saturday morning."
He shook his head. "I can't. My mom and I have plans for Saturday
morning."
"What?" she asked, more than a bit put off.
"She gets paid on Friday and she promised me that we could finally get
my hair cut Saturday morning."
"No!" Brandy screamed at him. "You don't get your hair cut! Do you
understand? Not one hair!"
"But I have to," he replied. "Even my mother is complaining about how
long it is."
"I don't care! You don't get your hair cut."
"But she's going to insist!"
She stood right in his face and lowered her voice. "You had better
convince her to not get your hair cut, or you're going to be very
sorry. Remember what happened to her tire? Either you convince her,
or something worse will happen! Tell her you want to grow your hair
long... very long!"
"But I can't!"
"I told you, Baby Bobby, you better find a way, or something worse will
happen!"
She said it with such vehemence that he stepped back, actually
frightened.
"Now, I expect you at my house Saturday morning. I'll even come pick
you up if you need it." She turned and walked quickly away, leaving
her girlfriends to catch up.
He stared after her for a few moments. What she was asking was crazy!
But then wasn't his whole life crazy? He picked up the huge package of
diapers and started walking home. The bag was heavy and awkward.
Where on earth could he hide them that his mother wouldn't find them?
"Hi Uncle Vinny!"
"Brandy! How's it goin' kid?"
"Great Uncle Vinny. Hey, remember those little leverage things we
talked about before?"
"Little? Ok, Brandy, what's up?"
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I may need another one pretty
soon."
"You gotta be kiddin me! You got that boy bouncing like a puppet on a
string!"
"Yeah, but this is different."
"Ok, so when do you need it?"
"I don't know for sure that I do yet. I just wanted to warn you that I
may. I won't really know till tomorrow. Ok?"
"Yeah, sure kid. I'll make a few calls."
"Thanks Uncle Vinny. You're the best."
"Love ya kid."
"Oh! Uncle Vinny, I almost forgot!"
"What?"
"I want to get him a cell phone too."
"What?"
"Well he doesn't have one and I want to be able to call him anytime."
"Yeah, but his mother will have a lot to say about that. And I told
you, not one red cent!"
"I know. I thought we could give him one of ours."
"Brandy, look, we've probably got a few extra phones not doin nothin
around here, but that's not the point. His mother is gonna want to
know where it came from and if she's like most parents, then she'll
make him give it back... and I wouldn't blame her."
"Suppose I give it to him and tell him to keep it a secret from his
mother?"
He considered that. "I don't know, Brandy. What happens when the
thing rings? She's gonna hear it."
"We'll keep it silent. Please, Uncle Vinny."
"Look kid. Let me think on it a few days. Ok? I'd still rather you
found a way that his mother could know too."
"Ok, Uncle Vinny. I understand. And thanks." She wasn't sure if he
was going to let her have the cell phone for him or not. Sometimes she
could tell, but this time he had seemed more reluctant. She'd just
have to see. In the meantime, she would try to figure out a way that
he could have one with his mother's approval.
Bobby tentatively approached his mother while she was washing dishes
after dinner. "Mom..."
"Yes dear?"
"Mom, would it be ok if I didn't get a haircut this week?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous! You need one badly!"
"But Mom. I don't want one."
"Stop it! What a stupid thing to say. Your hair is a mess and it's so
long... This is the first chance we've had to get it cut in a very
long time and I'm not going to let it go by. What's gotten into you?
You couldn't wait to get it cut."
"I know..." He hung his head and left. He knew his mother wasn't going
to back down. Brandy couldn't really have any way to hurt her, could
she?
Chapter 7
After breakfast the next morning, Bobby ran back to his room and pulled
one of the disposable diapers out of the bag he had stashed under some
other junk in the back of his closet. He stuck the diaper under his
shirt and ran into the bathroom where he quickly peed, then removed his
pants and underwear and tried to tape the diaper in place. It was very
difficult to do by himself and took a lot longer than he expected it
to.
"Bobby? Are you alright?" his mother called through the door.
"Yeah, Mom. I just have to go. You know?"
"Ok, dear. You've been in there a long time and it's getting late. I
was just worried, that's all."
"Ok, Mom. Thanks. I'll be right out."
He hoped his diaper job was good enough. He pulled his pants back up.
Then he flushed the toilet so his mother wouldn't know. His underpants
he stuck into his pocket. He ran back to his bedroom and grabbed his
backpack and threw his underpants into the back of the closet. Then he
kissed his mother goodbye. He had made it!
Brandy was waiting as usual for him in the woods. "Let me see your
diaper," were the first words out of her mouth. He lowered his pants
to show her. In some ways, doing that was almost as humiliating as
having her diaper him every day. "Good baby," she finally said.
"I was almost late for school today because of it," he complained.
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, it takes so long to put on. It's not easy you know."
"Next time, start earlier then. You'll get the hang of it."
"Earlier! I did it as soon as breakfast was over! I can't do it any
earlier than that."
"Why didn't you put it on when you got dressed?"
He looked at her horrified. "What if my Mom found out?"
"Just make sure she doesn't," she said simply. She pulled another one
of her blouses out of her bag and waited while he put it on. "From now
on, you should be putting that diaper on as soon as you get dressed in
the mornings."
He shook his head. "I don't know how..."
"Find a way!"
He hung his head. He didn't know what to do. She had made his life at
school nothing but a horrible nightmare. Now she was trying to ruin
his home life too.
"Now, what about your hair?" she asked. "Did you convince her?"
"No. I tried. I really did. But she's adamant about it. She hates
how long it is."
Brandy suddenly got angry and got right into his face. "Bobby! What
did I tell you? You had to convince her! Now something bad is going
to happen. I just hope she doesn't get seriously hurt."
"You can't do anything!" he replied angrily. "So don't even go there!
You and your dumb threats." He stalked off angrily.
"We'll see about that Baby Bobby! Wait and see!"
Vinny's phone rang shortly after he got to his office. He was
surprised to see Brandy calling so early.
"Brandy, my favorite niece. How you doin? It's a bit early for you to
call, isn't it?"
"Yeah, Uncle Vinny. I just finished my first class. Listen. I think
we're definitely going to need that bit of leverage we had talked
about."
He was silent for a moment. "Ok, Brandy. I'll set it up."
"What do I tell him?"
"Just tell him tonight, that's all. Tell him it's going to happen
tonight."
"Thanks Uncle Vinny. You're the best."
"Love you too kid."
Vinny hung up his phone and thought for a minute. He wasn't overly
happy about doing it. The boy's mother had enough problems. He called
Gino again. "Hey Gino, you know that thing we were talking about
yesterday? Well, it's on for tonight. Oh, and there's a slight
change. I'm gonna be there..."
In most ways, Bobby's morning was much like it usually was. But today
he was feeling good about finally telling Brandy off. He was convinced
now that all her blustering about harming his mother was nothing more
than her hot air. By the end of the morning he was wondering if he
could get away with more now? If he just stood up to her again, could
he finally get out of wearing the stupid diapers every day... not to
mention everything else too? The only thing that was really stopping
him though, was that she was so darn strong. Not to mention that she
could really fight. He still had nightmares about it. Just before
lunch, he decided that he had better be cautious for today and play her
silly games. Heck, everyone expected it of him now. But tomorrow... as
soon as he proved that she was nothing but a big wind-bag. We'll, he
wasn't quite sure what he would do. He was still afraid of her. But
one way or another, he would be through with all this!
He wasn't at all happy when Brandy had one of her friends feed him
another four jars of baby food for lunch, followed by his diaper change
and then another baby bottle. Drinking from the bottle was still just
as difficult as it was the day before and he still didn't finish it,
which meant that he would have to be doing it out in the hallway again
between classes. What a pain. But tomorrow... He couldn't wait.
He met her after school again to get his shirt back. For once, she
didn't have any of his underwear to return and it felt like he had lost
something important. "Don't forget, Baby Bobby," she said before she
let him go home. "Whatever is going to happen, it's going to happen
tonight! After that, I really suggest you try a lot harder to convince
your mother about your hair."
He got angry again. "Get lost, Brandy! Nothing is going to happen!
You can't do anything!" He turned and stomped off.
"Tonight! Baby Bobby. You'll see, tonight!"
"What's going to happen?" one of her friends asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't have a clue. But trust me,
something will happen. I'm sure of it."
Bobby's mother closed and locked the company door like she usually did.
Then, with her keys out and ready, she quickly walked to her car and
got in, locking the door behind her. She prayed her little prayer for
the car to start, and thankfully it did. She had been having more and
more trouble with it stalling out on her lately. She had no idea what
she could do about that. There just wasn't enough money.
She pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street. When the
light changed she turned, following a big black car. The speed limit
on this road was faster and she naturally sped up. She suddenly heard
a small popping noise, one she had never heard before. She prayed
again that it was nothing major and that she could just make it home.
A few minutes later, the car in front of her tapped its brakes to slow
down just slightly. She was well back from him, but to be safe, she
slowed down too, at least she tried to. Her foot hit the braked pedal
and went all the way to the floor. She had no brakes! She panicked
and froze up completely, not knowing what to do, she pumped furiously
at her brakes as the big car in front of her quickly loomed closer and
closer. With a mind-wrenching bump, the two cars hit. She desperately
tried over and over again to make her brakes work, but they were
useless. She could see the passenger in the back seat of the car she
had hit turning around to watch her. She wanted to tell him how sorry
she was, but she was having more and more trouble controlling her car.
The car in front slowed down even more and again she hit him, harder
than before. The passenger in the car ahead of her was gesturing at
her wildly now. But what could she do? She couldn't stop.
Again the big black car slowed down and again she hit him. But this
time, he kept slowing down, which slowed her car down at the same time.
As she got slower and slower, she breathed a sigh of relief. But her
fear was quickly replaced by tears. The big black car slowed her down
to a complete stop at the side of the road. She quickly turned the
engine off and broke down completely. She had never been so scared in
her life!
She could see the driver of the other car and the passenger that had
been in the back seat approaching her now. She knew she had to get out
of her car, but she was gripping her steering wheel so hard she
couldn't move her hands. One of them knocked on her window. She
looked over at them.
"Are you all right?" she heard them saying, over and over again. But
she still couldn't answer.
"Open your door," they kept pleading. But it was still a few seconds
before she had the nerve to move another muscle. Very slowly, she
rolled down her window.
"Lady... are you all right?" one of them asked.
She shook her head, then nodded her head, then looked at them. She was
still crying. "I don't know," she finally admitted.
"Are you hurt?"
She had to assess herself. She shook her head. "No. I'm fine."
"Good," the man said. "What the hell happened?"
Her crying seemed to double. "I don't know. I heard a little noise
and suddenly I had no brakes! I couldn't stop!"
The man nodded. "Ok. Look lady, calm down. Nobody's hurt and there's
not much damage. It's all just little stuff. Why don't you get out
and we can take a good look at your car, ok?"
His words made a lot of sense to her. She knew she was being silly for
crying like she did, but she couldn't help it. She just didn't know
what to do. And now that her car had no brakes... Plucking up her
fortitude, she got out of the car and walked around to the passenger
side where she would be away from any other traffic. The two men were
assessing the damage closely. She could see a few dents in the back
bumper of the big car. Her front bumper was dented in a few more
places than it had been before too. Insurance. She had insurance. "I
have insurance," she said. "I'm sure it will pay for everything." But
what about her car? Her insurance wouldn't give her one thin dime to
fix her problems.
But it was like the men didn't really hear her. The man who had been
driving the other car was down on his hands and knees, peering under
her car. He got up and wiped his hands to get the dirt off. "Look,
lady, the damage to my car isn't that bad. Our company insurance will
take care of it. But you can't drive your car. I can see your brake
line just hanging down. You got a cell phone to call someone?"
She shook her head. "I can't afford one," she admitted.
The man who had been the passenger in the black car pulled his cell
phone out. He looked at her. "Is there someone you want me to call to
tow this, or can I recommend someone?" When she didn't seem to know
how to answer, he said, "Look, the car has to be towed. You can't
leave it here."
But she couldn't afford to have the car towed, let alone fixed.
"Here," the man finally said. "Let me call someone I trust."
She watched as he made his call then hung up again. While they waited
for the tow truck, the man asked her name and address and wrote them
down on a little pad that he pulled out of his jacket pocket. Then he
handed her his business card. She realized how grateful she was for
his help. She looked at the name on the card. "Thank you very much
Mister... Saldi... Saldu...Sal..." His last name had way too many letters to
pronounce easily.
"Just call my Vinny, Ma'am. That's what everybody else calls me.
Believe me, it's easier."
The tow truck pulled up and she almost breathed a sigh of relief when
she saw who was driving it.
"Hey... it's the flat tire lady," Gino said as he climbed down from his
truck. "What happened this time?"
"Hello, Mr. Gino," she said. "I'm so glad to see you again." But he
was partially ignoring her.
"Vinny!" he said as he held out his hand to shake Vinny's. "How you
been?"
"Good Gino," he replied. "How's business been?"
"Better than ever Vinny. Real good." He finally turned his head
towards Bobby's mother. "I guess you called about her?"
"She seems to have a brake problem."
Gino looked down at her. "Well, don't worry, we'll get her fixed up
fast enough." He got down and looked under the car. Then he quickly
got back up again. "Shoot. Her brake line came loose. I can't fix it
here. I'll have to tow it."
Both men noticed the look of worry that increased on her face. "Don't
worry Ma'am. It's nothing too difficult to fix. But I can't have it
ready for you till tomorrow. I'm sorry." He immediately set about
hooking her car up to his tow truck.
Vinny turned to her. "I guess you need a ride?"
She nodded. "I would really appreciate it."
He smiled. "No problem."
Bobby was going crazy. It was really late and his mother wasn't home
yet. What could have happened? He prayed she wasn't hurt. Could
Brandy really have had anything to do with her being late? He still
couldn't see how. But since she was so late, he was really worried
about her, and was becoming more worried by the minute.
He kept watching out the window, waiting, and worrying. He was
surprised when a large black car pulled up in front of the house. He
was so relieved to see his mother get out a minute later.
Vinny looked her house over carefully. He knew it was a rental and
hadn't expected much. The house looked worse than he had thought
though. He saw the boy looking out the window. "Is that your son?"
"Yes," she said proudly. "That's my Bobby."
"Mind if I come in for a minute? Maybe I can help put his mind at ease
that you're all right?"
She hesitated, but he was being so nice - even though she had damaged
his car. "Sure, if you like."
Bobby watched them walking up the sidewalk together. He ran and opened
the front door for them, but he couldn't wait. His mother was only
half up their sidewalk when he ran out and hugged her. "Oh Mom, I was
so worried about you. Are you all right? Please tell me you're ok!"
He couldn't seem to hug her hard enough.
"Oh Bobby, I appreciate it, but I'm just fine. I'm afraid our car
isn't though."
He looked up at her. "What do you mean? What happened?"
"The brakes finally gave out on me on the way home. I'm afraid I hit
this nice gentleman's car. He was kind enough to offer me a ride
home."
"My pleasure Ma'am," Vinny said. He looked down at Bobby, still
hugging his mother tightly. "She really is fine, kid. Just a bit
worried over her car, that's all."
Bobby heard him, but his mind was more on other problems. Brandy had
been right. He didn't know how she could be, but somehow she was
right. His mother was ok, but she could have been hurt - or worse! He
looked up at her. "Mom, please don't make me get a haircut. Please,
please, please!"
She was so surprised. Especially since he was being so insistent.
"Bobby, we've been through all this. You need a haircut and that's
final. I don't know what's gotten into you lately."
"Mom. I can't, please!" he was nearly crying. "Please, please,
please! I don't want my hair cut!"
She looked at Vinny and shook her head. "I don't know what's gotten
into him. He's never been like this before."
"Teenager's Ma'am. I got a whole bunch of nieces and nephews. They
all got their little quirks. Believe me, this is nothing'. Trust me,
it's nothin' at all! Maybe go easy on him. What could it hurt?"
She looked back at Bobby. "Well, I guess," but she wasn't really
convinced.
But Bobby wasn't going to let her backslide any further. She might get
hurt, or worse! "Oh thank you Mom, thank you!"
While Bobby was thanking his mother, Vinny was looking around, trying
to see what he could of their home, which wasn't much. He needed to
see more. "This a rental?" he asked.
"Yes it is. I'm afraid I can't afford anything else."
"You know, it's cheaper to buy - usually anyway."
"I know," she replied, "but the down payment is just too much."
"I understand," he replied. "Mind if I look inside? I got a few
rental places that I let out. I'd like to kind of compare, you know?"
He had been so kind. "Of course," she replied. Bobby wouldn't let go
of her all the way into the house.
"I was so worried about you," he said again.
"I'm fine dear. Really, I am."
"You ought to get him a cell phone," Vinny suggested. "So you can
always keep in touch."
She blushed a bit. "I'm afraid that's just one more thing that we
can't afford."
"I understand," Vinny said again as he went inside and began looking
around. The house may have looked terribly shabby on the outside, but
inside it was spotless. Tiny and cramped, but spotless. The woman may
have been broke, but she took good care of what she had.
When he got to what was obviously Bobby's room, he saw just a bed, a
tiny dresser, and a desk with an ancient computer on top. "That thing
still work?" he asked, pointing at the computer.
"Mostly," Bobby replied. "We don't have internet or nothin'. I just
use it to type my homework."
He nodded. He had seen enough. More than enough. He headed for the
front door. "Thank's Ma'am. I appreciate you lettin' me see the
place." He stopped just after he got out her door and turned around.
"Hey look," he said. "It's obvious that you take real good care of
your things. One of my businesses has a bunch of extra cell phones
just lyin' around doin' nothing. If you want, I could let you borrow a
couple... so you and the boy can stay in touch."
"Oh, I couldn't," she replied.
"Look, it's no problem. I'd rather see them being used than just
gathering dust." He could see her about to refuse again. "If you've
got a regular phone, you could probably save a few dollars every month
by dropping it. And all my phones have unlimited calling so you
wouldn't have to worry about anything."
She was tempted now. Saving a few dollars was almost an obsession. It
had to be.
"How about it?" he asked, trying to get her to agree.
"Well," she said, then stopped, she was still considering it.
"Consider it a favor, to me," he said, still trying to convince her.
"Well, maybe it would help. It would be so nice to be able to call him
whenever I need to. And my car... it's so bad that I know I'm going to
have more problems with it again..."
He smiled. "There, you see... You need it! I'll have one of my people
give you a call tomorrow. Ok?"
She finally smiled and said, "Yes. I don't know how to thank you.
Especially after the accident."
He smiled back at her. "What accident? It never happened! Oh, that
reminds me, I'll send a driver to take you to work tomorrow. Ok?"
She was flabbergasted now. "Mr. Vinny. That's too much!"
He shrugged. "It's just Vinny, and it's not too much. But you can do
me a favor too."
She was suddenly worried. "What's that?"
"Please don't report this 'accident that never happened'. It's not
good for my business."
She smiled. "I can assure you. You have nothing to worry about
there!"
Bobby went to bed that night feeling very relieved that his mother was
all right. She was now very worried about paying to have the car
fixed, but she was physically fine. On the other hand though, Bobby
was more worried than ever about school... and Brandy. He had managed to
convince his mother to not make him get his haircut. He had to do
that! He had no doubts anymore about something worse happening to his
mother if he didn't. He didn't know how, but somehow Brandy could
arrange for bad things to happen. He dared not do whatever she wanted.
What he was more worried about now though, was himself. What would
happen because of all this? He had really hoped to confront Brandy in
the morning and tell her she was all hot air... that she couldn't make
anything bad happen. Maybe even do it without the stupid diapers.
Now, he couldn't see any way out of the diapers again.
Vinny sat at his desk and dialed his phone. It was late, but he didn't
think it was too late.
"Hello?"
"Brandy! Did I call too late?"
"Uncle Vinny, I'm not a baby. I don't go to bed this early!"
He laughed. "Of course not, kid. Listen, I just wanted you to know
that everything went down perfectly tonight. In fact, better than
perfect."
"That's great, Uncle Vinny! You don't know how much I appreciate it."
"Yeah, well you're gonna owe me big for this next part. I got the
mother to agree to take a couple of cell phones too." He had to move
the phone away from his ear because of Brandy's excited squeal.
"Wow! That's super! Thanks Uncle Vinny. Thanks so much! Hey, can we
get him one with a camera in it?"
He shook his head. Trust Brandy to take a mile for every inch you gave
her. "Sure, kid. Tell you what. You work it out with Frankie
tomorrow. Ok?"
"Thanks again, Uncle Vinny! I'll do it right after school."
"Good! Now go to bed, kid!"
She laughed. This was going to be soooo cool!
Gino lounged back in his office chair and closed his eyes. He had been
over her car with a fine tooth comb. The wreck was in worse shape than
he thought. He had four mechanics working on it now. They'd work all
night if necessary. The mother would never know that he was rebuilding
most of her car for her. She probably might not even notice that it
would run a lot better. She would only know that her brakes were
working again. He'd tell her that he just had to replace a simple
little hose and maybe tighten a spark plug wire. No cost. She'd never
know. Vinny would pay for everything and then some... just as he always
did.
Chapter 8
Bobby got out of his shower like he always did every morning and dried
himself off. He slipped his bathrobe back on and went back into his
room. He shut his door like he always did, except this time he wished
that his door had a lock on it. He was dreading getting dressed.
She had told him to put the diaper on as soon as he got dressed in the
morning. He stared at the pile of junk covering his bag of diapers and
then at his dresser that held his underwear. He wanted to cry. Bad
things would happen if he didn't do whatever she said. He knew that
now for certain. He didn't know how she could do it, but last night
had convinced him. He had nightmares about it all night. He dared not
do anything against her wishes.
Bowing to the inevitable, he dug through his pile of junk and pulled
out one of the diapers. He laid down naked on his bed with it spread
out under him. He wanted to cry as he pulled it up between his legs
himself, covering all too firmly his little sex organ. Turning
himself, with his own hands, into the sissy baby she said he was. He
stood up and patted his padded front and back. It was bad enough at
school, but now at home too? He couldn't wait to leave now so there
would be less chance of his mother noticing.
He finished dressing quickly, trying to hide his embarrassing diaper as
soon as possible. He went out to have breakfast, praying that his
mother would never notice. He worried about it constantly till he was
out the door. Then he breathed a big sigh of relief. Now all he had
to do was to face Brandy and get through the rest of his day.
He was more frightened now of the trees at the edge of the school
grounds than ever before. And as he approached, he could see Brandy
waiting on the path for him. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't -
he didn't dare!
"Did something happen last night?" she asked him right away.
"You know it did!" he replied.
"I told you something would happen," she said with a satisfied smirk.
"Didn't I?"
"Yeah," he admitted regretfully.
"What happened? Tell me!"
"Like you don't already know!"
"I don't know. I don't have any idea!"
"Yeah sure!"
"I told you, I only know that something bad will happen and those
things will only get worse if you don't obey me. But I have no idea
what those things are going to be."
He still wasn't sure. It didn't sound very likely, but then none of
this did. "My mom's brakes went out last night and she hit another
car." He said. He could see the shock on her face. Maybe she didn't
know.
"Did anyone get hurt?" There was a genuine note of concern in her
voice.
"Thankfully, no!"
She nodded. "Not this time at least."
He just stared at her angrily for that comment.
"What about your hair?" she asked. "Did you manage to convince her?"
He was still staring angrily at her. Finally he hung his head. "Yeah,
I convinced her. Finally! She's not happy about it though."
"Good," she replied. "Remember, not one hair gets cut! You want it to
grow long - very long! Or something worse might happen."
He looked angrily at her again, but he dared not say anything. He
didn't know how she could do it, but she could. And it scared him to
death!
"Let me see your diaper," she said. He opened his pants to show her
again. "Good! Did you put it on when you got dressed this morning?"
"Yeah. I hated it!"
"Awwww. Don't worry, you'll get used to it... Baby Bobby." She laughed.
She pulled another one of her frilly blouses out of her bag and handed
it to him. When he had finished putting it on, she grabbed his face
and put a thick coat of bright red lipstick on him again. "Put your
thumb in your mouth, Baby Bobby... and keep it there. In fact, I think
you should keep it there whenever you can today." She wagged her
finger at him. "Don't let me catch you out in the hall without it in
your mouth. You wouldn't want anything worse to happen to your mother
now, would you?"
She laughed and left him standing there like that. What was he going
to do? He wanted to cry. And all the kids that passed by him pointed
at him and laughed... again.
He spent the whole morning trying to find times when he dared not have
his thumb in his mouth, just in case she might somehow know. And as
usual, every time he did remove it, then his bright red lipstick
showed. He hated it - as always.
At lunchtime, Brandy had one of her girlfriends feed him his baby food
again - which the girl was all too delighted to do. While she was
doing that, Brandy grabbed a brush from her purse and began brushing
his hair. For months now he had been combing it back behind his ears
to keep it out of the way because it had been so long since he had been
able to get it cut. Now, Brandy was combing it over his ears instead.
"Goodness," she said as she started to see how really long it was, "you
did need a haircut, didn't you. I knew it was getting long, but the
way you had it combed, I couldn't see how long it really was." When
she was finished, she leaned in close to his head. "From now on, you
comb it straight down like I just did, not back behind your ears
anymore. Got that, Baby Bobby? We want to see your pretty hair!"
There was such menace in her voice that it sent chills of fear through
him. He nodded his head. "Yes," he replied. What would his mother
think? She already thought he was nuts for wanting to grow it long.
Would this make things worse? He wasn't sure.
"Good," Brandy said happily. She put her brush away and pulled
something small out of her purse. Bobby felt her fussing with the hair
on the side of his head for a moment. "There, all done!" she declared
and sat down to eat her lunch.
Something felt a bit strange where she had just messed with his hair.
He put his hand up to feel. There was a metal clip of some kind there.
"Don't touch!" she warned. He immediately brought his hand back down.
"Don't worry," she told him, "you can hardly see it at all."
He wasn't too sure about that, but what was he going to do about it
anyway?
He didn't mind the diaper change after his lunch because since he had
to diaper himself sooner that morning he had missed another chance to
use the bathroom and was consequently wetter than usual. Having to
spend more of the morning in a wet diaper hadn't been fun.
Before they left the girl's room though, Brandy let him look at his
hair in the mirror. She had put a tiny pewter colored hairclip in his
hair. It wasn't all that noticeable which made him feel a bit better,
but he could still see it. He didn't think it was possible to make him
feel any more humiliated than he already had been, but she had just
found another way.
When they got back to the lunch room, he did no better at all at
finishing the baby bottle they gave him to drink. And after the next
two classes he had to leave the classrooms, carefully keeping his thumb
in his mouth again, only to run into Brandy with the bottle so he could
keep drinking from it. His mouth was beginning to get really tired.
When he complained about it to Brandy, she laughed delightedly. "Don't
worry," she said, "you just need to get used to it. And we're going to
help you... every day!" She smiled wickedly at him, then made him put
his thumb back in his mouth again to suck on. He really hated his life
- again!
When she met him after school to give him his shirt back, she said,
"From now on, Baby Bobby, I expect to see you walking to school, and
walking home again with your thumb in your mouth. Since you say you
get so tired trying to drink from a bottle, then obviously you need a
lot more practice. This will help. Don't you dare disobey me, Baby
Bobby, cause you know what could happen!"
If things hadn't gone the way they did last night, he wouldn't have
been so desperate to do whatever she said. He felt more stupid than
ever now, walking around not just at school, but now all the way home
from school too, with his thumb in his mouth - like the big baby that
he was.
Uncle Frankie wasn't really her uncle, she just called him that. But
they were related. She had half a dozen uncles, at least, that were
really more like some form of cousins. But calling them uncles was a
lot easier - for everybody.
Uncle Frankie owned an electronics shop, a big one. He had the best
games and CD's and computer software... along with cell phones and
computers and anything else electronic anyone could want. Brandy loved
to hang out there. Uncle Frankie was also really good with some other
things that very few people knew about. Things like wire tapping and
surveillance cameras and other things that Brandy was still trying to
find out about.
Sammy drove Brandy to the store straight from school. They both went
inside. Sammy headed straight for the CD racks while Brandy headed to
Frankie's office.
"Hi Uncle Frankie," she said as she opened his door.
"Brandy! Vinny said you'd be by about now. Come on in."
"Did Uncle Vinny tell you what we need?"
"Oh yeah. No problem. Two cell phones, right?"
"Yeah. I need one of them with a camera if possible."
He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out two cell phones. He put
them down on his desk. "They both got cameras. Most of these things
do now."
"They don't look new," she noted.
"Vinny said not to give them new ones."
"How do I know which one will go to who?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "How should I know? You'll have to figure
that part out yourself. You could always try calling them. Vinny just
said to get them some cell phones and I figure these should fit the
bill."
She picked up each of the phones and looked at them. "They're both
almost the same."
"Yeah, well that's what I had laying around."
She smiled. "They'll be perfect! Thanks Uncle Frankie."
"Sure thing Brandy. No problem."
"Oh, can I get the phone numbers for each of the phones?"
"What for?"
"You suggested calling him. I can't do that without the numbers."
He laughed and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down two phone
numbers and handed it to her.
"Which one is which?" she asked.
"What does it matter? You don't know which of them is going to use
what phone anyway."
"When are you going to give them the phones?"
He looked at his watch. "I may try to catch the mother downtown in a
little while so I can get these things off my hands."
"Great Uncle Frankie. Thanks loads!"
Bobby's mother was having a remarkable day. First, when she went to
pick her car up after lunch, Gino had told her he just had to replace a
tiny hose underneath and that was it. And he also told her that some
of her spark plug wires were loose. And he didn't charge her anything
again. She vowed to send him a very nice thank you note for it all and
to refer everyone she knew to him for their car service. He had seemed
really pleased about that.
Now, she had gotten a call from a man who was bringing her two cell
phones that she and Bobby could use - for free. It was like a miracle!
Her attention was caught by a man walking down the hall toward her
desk. He appeared to be a well dressed business man. He was looking
around quite a bit as he approached. Could this be the guy with the
phones?
The man stopped near her desk. "Are you the one looking for a couple
of cell phones?" he asked politely.
"Yes, that's me," she said standing up and offering her hand. He shook
it.
"I'm Frank... from Frank's Electronics. You know it?"
She blushed. "I'm afraid we don't have money to spend in places like
that."
"Oh," he replied. "I guess that makes sense. And that's why Vinny
asked me to get you the phones." He reached into his pockets and
pulled out two cell phones and two chargers and laid them all on her
desk. Then he pulled out a form for her to sign and set that in front
of her too. "If you'll just sign there that you got them, then I'll be
on my way."
She quickly glanced at the paper. It looked like an employee receipt
for using company property. The name of his company was even printed
on top. She picked up her pen and signed where he pointed. "You don't
know how much I appreciate this," she said.
"No problem, Ma'am. And all our phones have unlimited calls and
texting so you don't have to worry about anything like that. All we
ask is that you don't lose them. Ok?"
She nodded. "Like I said, I really appreciate this. Please tell Mr.
Vinny that for me too."
"Sure thing Ma'am," he replied.
The next morning, Bobby was up earlier than usual. He really hated
having to diaper himself again, but he was excited today. He was
excited because for the first time he would be carrying a cell phone
with him like all the rest of the kids. He couldn't wait to show it
off.
He also hated having to comb his hair differently. His mother had
noticed first thing last night and asked him about it. He had just
shrugged her off and said he wanted it that way. He was so glad she
did nothing more than to give him an odd look.
He didn't put his thumb in his mouth when he left home, he waited till
just before he sighted the trees at the edge of the school grounds
before he did that. But even then, it was bad enough. He felt so
foolish!
Brandy was waiting for him as usual at the edge of the trees. She
smiled broadly seeing him with his thumb in his mouth. "That's a good
baby, sucking your thumb like that," she said right away. "Did you
diaper yourself when you got dressed this morning?"
"Yeah," he replied reluctantly.
"So show me already!"
He opened his pants and pulled them down a bit.
"Very good. See, it's getting easier already, isn't it?"
He had managed to get away with it again, but as to easier? No, it
wasn't. "Not really," he replied.
She smirked at him. "Don't worry, it will!" He seriously doubted
that. She quickly put the same hairclip in his hair that she had used
on him the day before. Then she pulled another one of her blouses out
of her bag and said, "Ok, take your shirt off."
But as he started removing it, his cell phone in his pants pocket
suddenly rang.
"What's that?" Brandy asked quickly.
But Bobby was too excited. It was his first call on his new phone. He
proudly fished it out of his pocket and opened the flip cover to answer
it. "Hello?" he said excitedly.
"Uh..." a man's voice answered. "Is Dena there?"
Bobby felt crushed. It was a wrong number. "No," he replied. "I'm
sorry. You have the wrong number." He hung up and put his phone away.
What he didn't know, was that in a big black car on the other side of
the school, Sammy was just hanging up his phone. "Bingo!" he said
aloud. "And I didn't even need to try the second number." He started
his car and drove off.
"Bobby! You have a cell phone!" Brandy exclaimed - as if she didn't
know.
"Yeah," he said pulling it out again. "I just got it last night."
"I thought you couldn't afford one."
"We can't. This is kind of on loan to us."
"But you can still use it?"
"Of course. It's great!"
Brandy already knew everything. She just didn't want him to realize
that.
At lunchtime, Brandy asked to see his phone while another of her
girlfriends got to feed him. He gladly gave it to her to show it off.
"It has a camera and everything!" he said excitedly.
"I can see that," Brandy replied. "Have you taken any pictures with it
yet?"
"No, not yet," he admitted. "I'm still trying to figure it out. I've
never had one before."
"It's easy," she said, handing it back to him. "Hold it out in front
of you and look at the little lens there." He did as she said. "Ok,
now just push that button."
He did, and heard a tiny click as the camera in the phone recorded his
image. He looked at the picture - him with a bib around his neck.
Embarrassing! He could even see a little bit of the hairclip in his
hair.
"Ok, now send it to me," she said.
He looked at her puzzled. "How?"
For the next little while, Brandy instructed him closely in how to use
a lot of the features of his phone. She made him practice over and
over again sending out pictures to her. Then she programmed her phone
number along with the numbers of several of her friends into his phone
for him. His number, she entered into her phone.
There wasn't time for him to drink a bottle that day, and he was really
glad. In fact, they barely had time to change his diaper for him. But
having the cell phone and now being able to use it like everyone else
made him feel really good!
At the end of the day, she met him under the trees again like she
always did. She took the hairclip out of his hair and gave him his own
shirt to put back on. While he was doing that, she asked, "What about
Saturday? Did you ask your mother yet if you could come?"
He looked shocked. "No, I forgot! I'm sorry."
"Why don't you call her now and ask," she suggested.
He hadn't considered that. It would be a great thing to do since he
had his new phone! "Yeah," he said excitedly as he finished with his
shirt. A minute later, he had dialed her number and was waiting for
her to answer. "Hi Mom! It's me!"... "Yeah, this is great! Listen,
Mom, I've been invited to go to a friend's house Saturday morning. Can
I go?"
His mother on the other end was about to refuse, she had originally
planned on getting his hair cut and then going grocery shopping, but
now that was down to just getting the groceries. But Bobby didn't seem
to have a lot of friends. She worried about that sometimes. He had
never asked to visit one before. "What time, Saturday?" she asked
tentatively.
He looked at Brandy. "She wants to know what time."
"Tell her about 10:30 or anytime really. It's just a bunch of kids
coming over to play video games."
That was news to him and suddenly he was a lot more enthusiastic. It
sounded like fun! "About 10:30," he told his mother.
His mother thought for a minute and she had heard what Brandy said
about the games. "Ok," she finally said. "Just find out where I have
to take you and I'll drop you off when I go for groceries."
"Great Mom! Thanks!" He hung up his phone excited now. They were
going to play video games and have a good time! He couldn't wait.
"She's going to drop me off when she goes out for groceries," he told
Brandy.
Brandy just smiled very pleased. Yes, they would play games.
Especially with him.
Chapter 9
For the rest of the week, Bobby "endured" whatever Brandy did to him,
which was really just what she had started at the beginning of the
week. He had to show up wearing his diapers to school every day, suck
his thumb all the time, wear the hairclip in his hair, and wear
whatever blouse she had for him each day. He also had to endure being
fed baby food at lunchtime and drinking juice from a bottle. Drinking
the juice didn't get any easier and all week long he had to work on it
between his next two classes out in the hallway.
Friday afternoon, when she gave him back his shirt after school, she
asked him, "Are you still coming to my house tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah," he replied enthusiastically. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Good," she replied. "I think you'll have a lot of fun."
She had said it so sincerely that he really believed her. He was
looking forward to the following morning even more now.
"Just make sure you're wearing a diaper when you show up, or I'm going
to be mad."
"What? Then too? Why?" He wasn't at all happy about that.
"Well, think about it, you've already told everybody that you're
nothing but a big sissy baby who belongs in diapers all the time. You
can't very well show up now without one, can you?"
He couldn't believe it, she was even making him wear a diaper to her
house too. He shook his head in disbelief. He didn't want to, but she
was leaving him with no choice.
The following morning he diapered himself like he had for school all
week, but because he wasn't leaving till later in the morning, he
waited to do it till right before they left. As much as he hated
having to wear the diaper again, he was looking forward to playing the
video games with everybody else. At school he often heard everyone
talking about playing video games, he just never had the opportunity to
do it himself. Not only did the games cost money, but his computer was
so old it wouldn't run them.
When his mother drove up to her house, she was very surprised to see
how big a place it was, a mansion really, complete with a very
substantial looking wall and gate system surrounding it. There were a
few other cars in the circular driveway and they all looked to be very
expensive. "Are you sure this is the place?" she asked. "It looks
awfully ritzy to me."
"This is the address she gave me," he said.
Just then Brandy came out of the front door along with two of her
friends. "Hi Bobby," she called as she ran down the steps. "Come on
in."
His mother shook her head. How did he ever link up with such a rich
girl? But she wasn't about to spoil his day. "Have fun," she said as
he got out of the car. "Call me when you need me to pick you up."
"Don't worry about that," Brandy replied for him, "we can take him home
later."
She wasn't too happy about that, mostly because she was a bit ashamed
of the shack they lived in compared to this house. "Call if you need
me," she repeated. Then she drove off.
As soon as her car was out of the driveway, Brandy asked, "Are you
wearing your diaper?"
"Yeah," he admitted, but he was a bit put off because she had asked.
"Good. Come on in, we've been waiting for you."
He followed them up the wide front steps and into the house.
Everything he saw spoke of wealth - and a lot of it. She led him up a
flight of stairs to the second story and then down a hallway and
through a door. "This is my wing," she explained simply.
"Your wing?" he asked.
"Yeah, this whole part of the house is mine. The great part is that
nobody disturbs me up here. They know we like to play video games and
make a lot of noise so they leave us alone."
"Sounds nice," he replied, not knowing what else to say about it.
She led him into a big room where two more of her friends were already
playing a game that showed up on a big screen TV on the wall. "Wow!"
he said as he walked in. He watched the girls having fun with the
game. "Can I try?" he asked.
"Not yet, Baby Bobby, we've got to get you ready to play first."
Ready to play? He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. "What do I
have to do to get ready to play?" he asked.
"Come with me," Brandy said simply. Then she called to the girls who
were playing the game. "We're going to get him ready now!"
All the girls stopped playing immediately and squealed with delight.
Brandy led them out of the room and down the hallway to another room -
her bedroom, which was huge and very nicely decorated. Bobby wondered
what she did with such a big room. It was so big in fact, that he
wondered why she even needed the other rooms. All her friends came in
and several of them sat on her bed.
"Ok, Baby Bobby, time to get undressed!"
"Undressed?" He looked at her unbelievingly.
"That's right, now get to it or we're going to do it for you."
He stared at her, still not quite comprehending. Undressed? Why? And
he really didn't like the implications of it.
She sighed as she saw him standing there and just staring at her. "Ok
girls, have at him."
The room was filled with delightful squealing and Bobby suddenly found
himself surrounded by girls who were all pulling at his clothes. He
couldn't have stopped them if he tried - which he really didn't. All
too soon he was down to just his diapers and nothing else at all.
"Lay him down on my bed now," Brandy said and Bobby let himself be led
by both arms over to her bed where he laid down, wide eyed and worried.
"Look what I have for you, Baby Bobby," Brand said.
She was holding up a diaper. "But I'm already wearing one."
"I know. But for today, we're making a little change." She grabbed a
pair of small scissors from her dresser and sat down on the foot of her
bed. "Legs apart Baby Bobby," she ordered. He cautiously moved his
legs apart so she could get at his diaper easier. She took the
scissors and began cutting lots of tiny slits all over the cover of the
diaper he was wearing. Then she took the second diaper and put it
under him and taped it firmly in place over top of the first one.
"There," she said as she stood up again. "Now you don't have to worry
about needing your diaper changed till you leave later." She looked at
him wickedly. "Maybe not even then." He gulped.
"Ok, Baby Bobby. Stand up now."
He gratefully got off of her bed. The minute he stood up, he could
feel the added thickness of the second diaper. It was only one more
diaper, but it felt more like three to him. It felt so strange. "Can
I have my clothes back now?" he asked.
"Yes, Baby Bobby," Brandy said, then she smiled that wicked smile of
hers again. "Just not the clothes you came in with." Her friends all
started laughing then and he suddenly got scared.
Brandy opened her closet, which looked more like another room. When
she came out, she was holding a frilly pink dress. "Look what I got
for you, Baby Bobby. Isn't it so sweet?"
He looked at it horrified. She didn't expect him to wear that did she?
But as she walked closer to him with it, he realized that that was
exactly what she expected. He gulped yet again. He looked for a way
out, but he didn't see one. He quickly looked around for his own
clothes, he didn't see them either. He did see his cell phone on her
dresser - just not his clothes.
She was taking the dress off the hanger now, and in his fear he
couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was all pink with lots of white
lace trimming in all too many places. The skirt of the dress looked
awfully full and as she was removing it from the hanger, he caught a
glimpse of the white netting underneath that made it look so full. He
was nearly paralyzed when she made him hold his arms up over his head
so she could put it on him. The only thing he was capable of doing was
to utter an agonized, "No..." And then, as she settled the dress into
place and began buttoning the buttons up the back, a tear began falling
from his eye.
