From the Clinic, Aunt Myrna drove Aunt Barbara, her sister, and Johnny back to their apartment above the dress salon, while Miss Williams, the Principal of the Girls' School, followed in her car with Johnny's classmate Pauline Mitcham and her mother.
"Just look at his gorgeously pointed breasts," marvelled Miss Williams as his little girls' coat was removed and he stood in the middle of the room in his pale green blouse with the cutaway breast panels, as all the women took their seats around him. "Come here, my boy, so that I can examine them more closely."
Johnny inched nervously towards the strict, middle aged woman. Surely she wasn't going to inspect his newly developed breasts.
"Sit here on my lap," she said, then took his hands and drew him down onto the pleats of her skirt. "Hands behind you," she ordered, "and don't DARE move them until I have finished feeling your new feminine nipples."
Johnny tried hard to keep his hands clenched together behind him, but he couldn't stop twisting to escape Miss Williams's slender fingers. Aunt Barbara was sitting next to the Headmistress and leaned forward to hold him still by his arms. The ladies watched ecstatically as he had his breasts felt and his nipples fondled into a state of erection, especially at Johnny's moans of emotion as the tears filled his eyes.
"I think we had better dress you as a baby again, my pet," declared Aunt Myrna, sitting next to Pauline. "Would you kindly oblige, my dear? He seems to welcome the maternal touch of a girl his own age."
Pauline was thrilled. "Can I choose his baby things again?" she said. "I'd love to dress him in full baby girl's lingerie and smother him in girlish baby clothes."
The ladies loved this idea and Miss Williams started to undress the wretched boy. She held him still while Pauline dressed him on her knee. When he was naked, he was spread out across the skirts of Aunt Barbara, Miss Williams and Mrs Mitcham, facing upwards so that they could enjoy his tears and his deep blushes and see the stiffened condition of his penis. Miss Williams slid a disposable diaper under his bottom and spread it out on all sides. The ladies held his legs wide apart and she folded it up from beneath his tushy enclosing his genitals in its baby softness.
Three tabs on each side were drawn tight and secured. Then Pauline passed her a rippling pair of waterproof popper panties in shiny pink plastic which were wrapped tightly round his bottom and Miss Williams fastened the three pop fasteners up the front of each hip.
"I want my little baby girl to feel so lovely and delicate in his diaper," cried Pauline, opening an adorable pair of nylon baby bloomers with rows of lace frills. Between each frill was a row of decorative buttons in baby pink. She sat down on the floor in front of the ladies high heels, her dress flouncing around her, and threaded the soft panty over Johnny's feet, slipping it smoothly up his legs, and Miss Williams lifted his bottom to enable her to slide the deeply frilled bloomer into place over his plastic pants. Feminine hands were everywhere as each of the ladies fussed and arranged his panty for him, cooing with admiration of its girlish prettiness.
"It's so sweet to have lacy frills and baby buttons around your pretty baby panties," glowed Aunt Myrna, smiling down at her crimson faced nephew.
There were more baby bloomers to follow; pair after lacy pair, and each pair getting slightly wider to encase the previous ones, and longer to cover their elastic leg cuffs. When she reached the sixth pair, she decided that would be the last, especially since Johnny was gasping and wriggling with intense feelings of babyishness. Aunt Barbara saw his distress and inserted a finger between his lips. He began sucking on it eagerly and the comforting feeling calmed him down.
Then the ladies sat him up on Miss Williams' lap so that Pauline could finish dressing her baby. She chose a dainty back-buttoning chemise in white nylon, followed by a full length baby petticoat and two further petticoats that flared with flounces of frills at the waist. Even though Aunt Barbara kept her finger in his mouth and he kept sucking greedily, he cried with shame as his maleness disappeared under the spread of soft, babyish lingerie.
Pauline wanted to put him into a baby blouse as well as a baby dress, especially since she had two full wardrobes to choose from, right there in the sitting room. She chose a girls' silk blouse in lovely pink and pale blue floral fabric, with a large collar and deep cuffs all edged with a white frill. Then a lavish dress in rose pink Duponne silk, with a wide rounded collar and large dress buttons down the front.
"Now which bonnet would be best for such a deeply dressed baby?" she puzzled, fingering through the rail of baby bonnets that Aunt Myrna had brought for her. She picked a deep poke bonnet in the same silk as his dress, and a white silk bonnet which was almost as deep. She felt a thrill of maternal baby-control as she fastened each of them with fluffed out bows under the helpless boy's chin. Over them came a final lavishly frilled bonnet in white nylon with a wide brim of soft ruffles.
Now her baby girl's dressing was complete and the women all gazed at him, sighing with pleasure. Pauline arranged herself in her armchair with her skirt spread out and her mother and Miss Williams carried the helpless baby over and settled him into her lap in a swell of white nylon petticoats and baby panties. She had dressed her precious baby so beautifully that he began to cry sweetly inside his baby bonnets.
The Helpless Adventures of Johnny Parts 1-4, chapters 1-40, are in the Wendyhouse at www.primspetticoatwendyhouse.com