He had been teased mercilessly again by several of the school bullies about his long blond hair and how much he looked like a girl. With his slight frame and rather feminine features, he found himself frequently the subject of their cruel taunts. Their constantly calling him a sissy had nearly brought him to tears on several occasions.
When he finally got home, he ran to his room and slammed the door. His mom wouldn't be home for several hours and Danny desperately needed an escape from the tumultuous emotions that were churning inside him. He told himself over and over again that he couldn't help who he was. So what if he tended to look and act a little prissy? Who was he harming?
Wracked by guilt, he went into his closet and retrieved his secret stash of baby items. Slowly, over the years, he'd come to find that nothing was more soothing to him than the feel of a nice soft diaper and a fuzzy baby top. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't resist the appeal of dressing up and pretending to be a baby, if only for the few hours he was alone before his mom got home from work.
After sprinkling himself generously with fragrant baby powder, Danny would pin himself into a bunny soft cloth diaper and pull on his favorite pair of plastic rumba panties. Then, he'd pull on one of his girly tops and relax with a story book. He found that his problems would soon dissipate and he'd be able to think clearly again. This habit did more than any other kind of therapy to remove the stress of trying to live up the image of being a rough and tumble boy at school.
And so it was that today, after snuggling up with his favorite stuffed animal, he found himself drifting off to sweet, sissy sleep.

Unbeknownst to Danny, his strict, authoritarian mother had gotten off early from work that day.
Ever since their father had left them, his mom had felt she had to be extra tough with Danny, to try and mold him into the man they no longer had in their lives. Since he didn't have a father figure to give him the discipline that all growing boys need, Danny's mom decided she had to be twice as strict with him. Danny found himself being pushed to do sports he didn't want to do and she was constantly belittling him for not being macho enough.
Any misbehavior (real or imagined) was swiftly punished with a trip over his mom's lap for a sound spanking. Danny was only too familiar with his mom's oak paddle and he'd cried a river of sissy tears as she tried to spank him into being the young man she wanted him to be.
Walking into his room today, she saw him curled up against the couch in his baby outfit, his thumb in his mouth as he dreamed peacefully. This was the last straw for her and the look on her face left no question as to what was going to happen next.
