I didn’t seem to have any control of my weeing and hardly felt that I’d wet my nappy after so many bottles of the strange tasting milk. I knew my fate was sealed, as however hard I tried, they would put me in the nursery at the end of the week.
Mummy and both my aunties came to pick me up from detention and were delighted to hear from Matron and the Headmistress how much naughty I’d been in and Matron’s plans to put me in the nursery and turn me into a baby for the girls to look after. We went home with a supply of nappies to put me in 24 hours a day and. They were already discussing buying nursery day dresses and baby clothes.
By Thursday I found I was wetting my nappy without even noticing it. It happened before I’d even realised what I was doing. Daisy and Simone in class teased me relentlessly, gleefully taking turns in changing my nappy, and telling all the class about it.
Worst ever was that afternoon, they’d changed the milk formulae again and I found I was cramping up with stomach pains followed by making the most awful smells. Then, to my horror, I was pooing with the most awful sticky mess clinging around my bottom and I just couldn’t stop it. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks but everything was in vain. Chastised and humiliated I ended up in Matron’s office again.
Monday morning dawned, my first day in the nursery. My aunties had cut my lovely bobbed hair in a shorter practical style and promised me a tight curly perm at the end of the week, telling me what a pretty little girl I looked as they dressed me and sent me off in my pretty pink gingham dress.
