My adventures in cross-dressing began at a very young age. My earliest memory is of being around 6 years old and the older girls in the street would play at being mums with their dolly’s. One day I was in a back garden playing happily and wanting to be part of their group, but being excluded as usual for being too young and a boy. However today there was a change. One of the girls had gotten hold of a pair of nappies which belonged to her younger bedwetting brother. They had suddenly seized on the idea of improving their make-believe games.
I was called into the garden shed where the girls had set up their ‘Wendy house’ and told that if I wanted to play I had to be their baby dolly. At six I was aware that this wouldn’t fit into the usual activity that my dad would expect of a boy. But I was really intrigued and stepped into the shed. It was warm and the sun shone warmly through the window warming the interior and giving it a deeply comforting atmosphere. Once across the threshold though the girls had gathered behind me and locked the door from the inside. I knew instinctively that something was going wrong.
Barbara the eldest of two neighbouring sisters said that I was now to be called baby Mandy and that they would look after me. This was a bit of a shock as I had naively thought that I’d be a baby boy! She told me to take off my t-shirt and shorts so that they could dress me properly. I hesitated but looking up at the five grinning faces surrounding me I reluctantly began to take my clothes off. I was stood barefoot in my little white underpants with my hands trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Oh no that won’t do” said Valerie, Barbara’s sister. “ You need to be in a nappy to be a proper little baby”. I was grabbed by numerous hands and swiftly but gently pushed back to lie down on a quilt. I began to panic now as I realised they were going to take my pants off and they’d see my privates. I began to struggle and held on tight to the front of my pants but they were far too strong and the pants were ripped down my legs. The girls held me down by my arms and legs so that I couldn’t curl up into a ball and hide. I squirmed and wept but still they held me. Sarah (the owner of the nappy) whispered soothing words into my ear to say that if I played along I wouldn’t be hurt and it’d be alright, it was just a game. She said I’d like it and I’d always be their friend.
I calmed down and soon was laid spread-eagled on the quilt with five eager faces aged between 10 and 12 beaming down at me.
Sarah then began explaining that I had to be talked then have the disposable nappy put on before the knickers. I am eldest of three brothers and was baffled, none of my brothers had worn anything over their nappies (but then again they wore terry towel nappies and I wonder now that made a difference?).
The girls then began to sprinkle talc on my privates and Sarah smoothed it into the creases of my legas and tiny underdeveloped ball sac. I was flipped onto my stomach and the same was done to my bottom. I remember a pair of hands holding my buttocks apart while another person smoothed the cool talc down my bottom crack, her finger just catching the bud of my anus and making me gasp. I was then rolled back over and my legs were fed into the leg holes of the nappy. It was pulled up and tapped snuggly into place by Barbara. I was beginning to relax now and felt a strange warmth spreading through me when Val then produced the knickers (which I had forgotten about). They were White cotton with yellow and pink flowers and tightly elasticated leg holes. The edges of the leg and waistbands were delicately filled with lace. I began to cry again and begged not to have to wear them. A dummy was produced from somewhere and forced into my mouth with soothing ’shooshing’ sounds and a hand stroked my forehead and cheeks. I tried to spit it out but received a pinch to my cheek and told to be a good little girl. I soon shut up and stopped struggling.
Barbara and Val worked together to pull the knickers into place then lifted me to my feet to look at their handy-work. I must have looked a picture wearing those padded flowery knickers, with a dummy in my mouth and tear tracks down my cheeks. Each of the girls took it in turns to cuddle me and say how wonderful Baby Mandy was. I stopped sobbing and relaxed into their embraces and began to nod in agreement. Passively I allowed my arms to be raised and a pretty pink rose print frock was pulled over my head and adjusted so that the white frilly arms settled just over my shoulders. I was made to spin around for the girls who were all now sat cross-legged on the quilt looking up at their very own living doll.
I spent the rest of the afternoon playing baby and being cuddled and pampered. I was terrified one of the girls brothers might come round but secretly loved being Baby Mandy.
This continued throughout the summer holidays with other girls joining in and at other venues such as bedrooms and parent free houses. The girls would often dress me up and take me walking in the garden but by then I was so happy I wasn’t bothered if I was seen (luckily I wasn’t!). Soon though summer drew to a close and the games stopped. Barbara and Val would continue to play with me when they were babysitting but soon even that faded away when they went to senior school at 11.
When I reached 11 yrs old and started at senior school the girls remembered me and things took a more sinister turn………..
