I like this story!! I do not think Woggie will mind it being here as well!!
Thinking back now on it all, I suppose my childhood was a little out of
the ordinary. My mother had divorced my father when I was only a few
months old so I grew up never knowing him. Our household consisted of
my mother and my older sister Beckie, who was seven years older than I
was and of course myself being the youngest. Growing up as a child
without a father and living in an entirely female household made me a
little different in the eyes of other boys my age. Our mother worked as
a hairstylist in a very expensive salon so hair was very important to
She was never one to let the concept of societal 'norms' dissuade her
from raising her children as she saw fit, so she preferred to allow my
hair to get longer -- even though I was a boy. Since both my mother and
sister had longer hair, I didn't see anything wrong or different about
it so I never really gave it much thought. By the time I was 4, my
delicate shoulder-length hair and my small frame had the effect of
making me look very girlish. My mother even dressed me up in one of my
sister's older dresses and had a photo taken which is still in the
family photo album to this day. Although I don't remember the event, it
was apparently all in good fun and according to my mother and sister I
didn't seem to mind.
When my sister turned 14, she became the designated babysitter while
our mother was working. We sometimes fought with each other as siblings
are prone to do because I really didn't like the idea of having to do
everything she said when mom wasn't home. As a result, I tended to keep
out of her way as best as I could. That summer I kept pretty much to
myself as far as other kids go. I was still smaller and thinner than
other boys my age and if not for the fact that I wore boys clothes, I
would have looked exactly like a small girl.
This may have been one of the reasons that I only made a few friends
among the neighborhood kids. Most other boys made me feel uncomfortable
to be around (even if they weren't occasionally teasing me), so I
didn't really mind. Beckie often had a few of her friends come over to
hang out during the day so if I wasn't outside playing I usually stayed
in my room to give them space. Our mother was usually home from work by
late-afternoon when she would make dinner for us and then the 3 of us
would usually do something together like go to the park or go out to a
* *One day, while I was upstairs playing in my room, Beckie came *
upstairs and knocked on my door and asked to come in. Until a short
while earlier, she and her friends had been in the living room for most
of the morning listening to music, laughing and having a general good
time. She asked me if I wanted to come downstairs and play a game with
them for awhile instead of staying in my room all by myself. While I
was pleasantly surprised by this, I was also a little confused since
this wasn't normally like her. Although I didn't understand why 3 older
girls might be interested in playing with a 7-year old (and a boy, no
less), I agreed and went downstairs with her.
When I got downstairs, I asked what sort of game they wanted to play
and noticed that her 2 friends, Samantha and Jessica, had been looking
through our family photo album and apparently had fixated on one photo
in particular. They said that they thought the photo of me when I was 4
was so cute that they all wanted to dress me up like that again. I
wasn't sure if that was such a good idea, but Beckie pressured me to
play along or she might tell mom that I was misbehaving when she got
home. I reluctantly agreed and we all went down into the basement
recreation room. Beckie pulled a large box of her old clothes out of
the closet and then she and her friends started going through it.
It turned out that these were very old clothes of hers because they
were mostly sun-dresses and party dresses that only little girls would
wear. *When they held them up against me they were quite surprised when
it appeared that they would fit me.
Before long, I was being dressed in one outfit after another with the
three of them taking extreme delight at each one. They thought it was
so cute and adorable the way that I looked and decided to fix up my
hair to further enhance the image. Although all the attention was nice,
I was getting concerned that they were getting so excited about
dressing me up and started to wonder when this game would finally be
over. They finished playing about with my hair and then brought a
mirror over to show me what I looked like and I was shocked at what I
They had tied my hair into a high ponytail and fastened it with a long,
pink ribbon that matched the dress I was wearing. While I was
transfixed by my image in the *mirror, Beckie announces that she wants
to try to make me look REALLY cute and try a 'slightly different look'
on me. While I wasn't sure what she meant, I was pretty sure that I
wouldn't like it too much judging by the knowing glances the three of
them were giving each other. I began to feel a little uneasy and asked
my sister if I could change my clothes and go back to playing in my
Suddenly Beckie pulled a camera out from behind her back and quickly
started taking pictures of me. I freaked out and tried to run for
cover but her friends caught a hold of me and held onto me. Beckie *
then explained that everyone was having too much fun to stop playing
and that I shouldn't be a spoilsport and try to ruin it for them. She
also added that the pictures were only meant for fun, but if I gave her
reason to she might start passing them around the neighborhood.
While I didn't have too many friends in the area, there were many kids
from our school that lived nearby and the thought of some of these
photos ending up in class scared the hell out of me. I reluctantly
agreed to keep playing their game and wondered how much worse it could
Beckie and her friends told me that since I looked so cute and that she
was still officially my babysitter then they thought it would be nice *
to see if they could make me look like a real baby. I didn't understand *
what they were getting at until Beckie pulled a box of old baby things *
from the closet. Even then, I didn't think that they were actually
serious until Samantha fished out some cloth diapers and a pair of pink
plastic pants. I saw them all giving knowing looks to each other when
it dawned on me that they must have had this planned from the start. *
The dresses and the hairstyle were silly enough but there was no way
that they were going to put me in diapers. I made a dash for the door
but was easily caught by Jessica who, being the more athletic of the
three, was quite strong. She pulled me back to the center of the room
where she and Samantha held me down while my sister prepared the
diapers. Beckie lifted up the hem of my dress, removed my panties and
then slid the diaper under me with one hand while holding my ankles
with the other.
In spite of my struggles they were far too strong for me so there was
no way I was getting loose. When I started crying and pleading with
Beckie not to do this to me, she and her friends spoke baby-talk to me
while Beckie was pinning the diapers in place. She worked the plastic
pants up my legs, then they rolled me onto my stomach and pulled them
into place over the diaper. I was then released and was not surprised
when Beckie started to take more pictures of me. Not knowing what else
I could do, I remember I just sat there and cried softly while they
oohhed and ahhed over me.
They kept saying, "Don't cry, baby" and other assorted baby-talk to try
to lift my spirits a little. Beckie told me that if I was a good baby
for the rest of the day and did everything she asked, no one would ever
see the photos and they'd even take me out for ice cream later.
Since it was now lunchtime, Beckie and her friends decided to bring the
baby upstairs and we'd all have lunch together. When I stood up, I
immediately noticed that the diaper was so thick that I couldn't walk
very well. In the mirror I saw that the dress was short to begin *
with, but with diapers on underneath there was no way that it was going
to completely cover my behind. When I tried to follow them out of the
room, the thickness between my legs forced a baby-like waddle in my
steps which I was making as carefully as I could to maintain my
balance. Beckie and her friends chided me and told me to hurry up but
I kept losing my balance and frequently fell back to the carpet.
My sister then said, "Maybe our little baby girl should try crawling *
if she's still too little to walk?"
I was getting so frustrated in my attempts to stay on my feet that I
decided it might be safer if I did just that. Samantha and Jessica then
started giggling uncontrolably as I began to make my way across the
floor after them. After a moment or two, Jessica then walked over to
me, picked me up and then carried me up the stairs.
"What a cute little baby girl you are!" she said.
"My name is Peter! I'm not a girl, or a baby!" I said indignantly.
"Well you sure look like one now," said Samantha, "and a very pretty *
one, too!" * *
* *As much as I hated to admit it, they did have a point. They had *
made me up so well that I looked just like a cute little girl. The *
diapers that my little dress only partially covered made me look just
like a baby and since I couldn't walk very well in them I had to be
carried or crawl just like a baby. Beckie had made it clear that I was
to be a baby girl for the rest of the day, so I was resigned to my fate
and wondered what else they had planned for me.
Jessica carried me into the living room and sat down on the sofa with
me on her lap. Samantha came and sat down beside us and the two of them
began to tickle me while Beckie fixed lunch for us. This attention
certainly surprised me and it was quite a big change from how they'd
been treating me in the rec-room. I was having a pretty good time with
them and almost forgot the situation I was in until my sister walked in
from the kitchen with a baby bottle full of warm milk. I didn't like
the idea of having to drink from a baby bottle but compared to having *
to wear diapers it was only a minor embarassment.
Jessica passed me over to Samantha who laid me back in her lap and
began to feed the bottle to me while she got up to help with lunch. *
After I had finished drinking the bottle, lunch was ready so Samantha
carried me into the kitchen where they already had a high-chair set up. *
They lifted me into it, fixed the tray in place and then started
* *While the girls were all eating sandwiches, I was presented with a
plate of mashed potatoes which Beckie insisted on spoon-feeding to me.
After lunch, Jessica took me back into the living room where she fed *
me another bottle of milk while my sister and Samantha went back down
to the rec-room to 'get baby's room ready'. When I had finished it *
wasn't necessary to burp me, but Jessica still held me to her shoulder
and gently rubbed my back. She kept this up for awhile and started
humming softy to me. It felt really good and after the way this little
adventure had started for me it was very comforting. So, I relaxed a
bit in her arms.
I began to feel pretty drowsy and I guess I must have dozed off a
little because I wasn't aware of Jessica carrying me downstairs until
we'd entered the rec-room. When we entered the room I saw that they
had put my old crib together and obviously meant to put me down in it.
"It's time for the pretty baby to take her afternoon nap," said Beckie.
"If you lie down and go to sleep for a little while like a good little
girl we'll take you out afterwards for that ice cream I promised."
* *This was all starting to take its toll on me so I started getting *
"I don't take afternoon naps anymore! Even if I still did, I wouldn't
sleep in a crib!"
I started to squirm in Jessica's arms and began to yell for them to put
me down and let me go back to wearing my regular clothes again. Beckie
just smiled back at me and I felt Jessica's grip on me tighten.
Samantha reached over and put a large pacifier in my mouth --
effectively muting my protests -- and then held it in place while my
sister tied its ribbon securely behind my head.
"You will lie down and take your nap in the crib or I will put you *
across my knee and spank the daylights out of you!" She said as she
took me from Jessica and lowered me into the crib. "If you try to take
that out of your mouth, we'll give you a severe spanking and then tie
you up and leave you in there until mom comes home. Just behave
yourself and take your nap like a good little baby."
With that, she lifted the gate up into position and dimmed the lights.
They all went into the next room and left the door slightly open so *
they could occasionally check on me. I was left alone in my crib
feeling pretty miserable and wondered when all this would end. I didn't
doubt that she'd make good on her threat of giving me a spanking so I
decided it would be better to just do what she said. Shortly I began to
feel a strong urge to pee. All that milk I drank earlier was starting
to have an effect on me.
There weren't any bathrooms downstairs and if I tried to leave the crib
they'd catch me and probably spank me. The only thing I could do was *
wait until they came and let me out of the crib. As I waited, the urge
was getting stronger and I was starting to get desperate. If they
didn't come soon I was going to wet my pants. Then it dawned on me… I
was wearing diapers! Surely they didn't really expect me to use them as
The pressure got worse and I decided that, spanking or not, I had to
try to get to a bathroom. Dressing me up and playing these silly games
was bad enough but I didn't honestly believe that I would be expected
to wet my diapers like a baby. I stood up and was in the process of
crawling over the top of the gate when the door suddenly opened and the
three of them charged in.
"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?!" my sister yelled *
I tried to tell her that I had to go to the bathroom but the pacifier
in my mouth was still stopping me from making any recognizable words.
"I warned you what would happen if you misbehaved! You are a naughty *
girl and you've just earned yourself a spanking!"
At that moment my fear got the better me, I lost control of myself and
started flooding my diapers. Samantha and Jessica held me still while
Beckie brought a chair in from the next room. After she sat down in it
I was dragged forward over her lap and held with my arms pinned behind
my back as Beckie began to lift up my dress. She noticed my diapers
were sagging and put one of her fingers up under a leg opening of the
plastic panties. She immediately realized what had happened.
"You really ARE a baby, aren't you? Is that why you tried to get out of
your crib?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"You should have waited for us to come and change you instead of *
disobeying us and trying to escape!" She then pulled my plastic pants
down, unpinned my diapers and began spanking me. It was more
embarassing than painful to be spanked like that by her in front of her
two friends, but I was crying hard just the same. The pacifier in my
mouth muffled my cries as I tried to tell her to stop, but it was no
use. Once she had finished, I was changed into dry diapers and then
placed back in the crib. She kissed me on the forehead, wiped a few
tears off my face and then raised the gate back up again.
"I'm sorry that I had to spank you like that," she said. "I know *
you're upset but be a good baby and try to go to sleep for awhile. *
When you wake up you'll feel much better and maybe we'll still take you
out for ice cream."
I was still pretty upset but I closed my eyes anyways and hoped that
all this would go away. Jessica began humming softly to me again and I
felt my back being gently rubbed once more. I began to relax and then
drifted off to sleep. I had probably only slept for no more than an
hour or so when they came back and gently woke me up.
"There's our good little girl!" my sister said, "I'll bet you're *
thirsty by now. If you promise to behave we can take that pacifier out
of your mouth and give you something to drink."
I nodded my head and felt relieved as I felt them untying the ribbon.
The pacifier came out and was quickly replaced by a bottle full of *
apple juice which I gratefully drank down. When I finished, Jessica
lifted me out of the crib and carried me back upstairs to the living
room. Not being sure what was to happen next, I just sat quietly on her
lap and waited. Samantha sat down next to us and started to paint my
fingernails with pink nail polish while my sister touched up my hair.
"Since you are behaving yourself like a good baby," Beckie began,
"we've decided to take you out like we promised".
I panicked as I realized that they meant to take me out dressed as a
baby but I didn't want to make them angry by resisting or they might *
do something worse. I only hoped that they did such a convincing job on
my appearance that no one would recognize me.
"Such a good little baby girl needs a name that sounds as pretty as *
she looks," said Samantha. "How about we call her baby Katrina or Katie *
"Katie it is!" my sister said. "Now lets get going so our baby girl *
can get some fresh air".
Jessica carried me out into the garage where I saw that they had put a
baby stroller together for me. Once I was settled in and the straps
were done up, we were on our way. I was mortified that someone might *
recognize me but no one did. Once we were right outside the ice cream
store, Beckie crouched down next to me and reminded me that I was a
baby and babies aren't supposed to talk much. This was the ice cream
shop that we normally went to with our mother and if I was recognized I
was sure mom would find out about it, so I decided the less I said the
Beckie already knew what my favorite ice cream was, so there wouldn't
be any need to say anything anyways. Jessica took over pushing the
stroller and we all went inside. The shopkeeper was a really nice old
man whom we'd seen many times before, so he recognized Beckie and her
friends but fortunately didn't know who I was. My sister explained that
Jessica was babysitting her little cousin and they all decided to take
her for some ice cream.
"My my, what a pretty little thing she is!" he said as he came out from
behind the counter. He crouched down next to me and said, "What's your
I gave him a nervous smile and said, "Katie" in the smallest voice I
could while trying not to meet his gaze.
"No need to be shy, child," he said as he handed me an ice cream cone.
"I believe this is your favorite… try not to spill it on that pretty
dress of yours!"
My sister and her friends let out a large gasp and I turned beet red.
He knew. My sister and her friends got their orders and we all started
to leave the store when the old man looked down at me with a smile and *
then said to my sister, "Don't you worry about a thing. He looks just *
precious. Anytime you girls want to bring little Katie back, the ice
cream is on me." With that, he held the door open for us and we left.
I wasn't sure what to think at that point. He obviously knew who I was
but he seemed to be pleasantly surprised. Was he going to keep my
secret or would he tell my mother the next time we went in there? My
sister told me not to worry about it, so I sat there and quietly
finished my ice cream as we all went across the street into the park.
Beckie spread a blanket out on the grass for us while Jessica and
Samantha freed me from the stroller. The diaper still made walking
difficult so, much to the girls' delight, I had to crawl onto the
blanket. A few people passed by us and commented what a pretty little
girl I was, but no one else seemed to recognize me. Samantha, Jessica
and my sister took turns tickling and playing with me for the next *
little while until finally it was time for us to head back to our
Our mother would be home within the hour so it was time to put all the
baby things away and clean up the house. Beckie sat me in front of the
TV with 'one last bottle' to watch cartoons as she and her friends *
tidied up. When they were finished, Jessica and Samantha each gave me a
kiss on the cheek and a big hug to thank me for making their day so
much fun. *
Once they left, Beckie brought me up to my room where she helped me out
of the dress and the diapers. After some quick work with a hairbrush
and some nailpolish remover, I was pretty much back to normal. It felt
good to finally have my own clothes to wear again but I realized that I
sort of missed the secure feeling that the other clothes gave me. *
Beckie had already washed the diaper that I'd wet while I was taking my
nap, so everything was back in its proper place when our mother came
home. Everything seemed back to normal, and after dinner Mom took us
out for a walk in the park, followed by a stop in our favorite ice
cream store. Both Beckie and I felt a little uneasy as the old man
greeted us with our mother, but he didn't say a thing about our earlier
visit. As we were leaving, he mentioned to Beckie that he told his wife
all about that adorable little girl that her friend Jessica was
babysitting and wanted to know if she might have Jessica bring her in
to meet his wife sometime. I paled as Beckie promised to pass on the
message and gave the old man a wink as we left the store.
"He's such a nice man," my mother said. "Rebecca, which little girl *
was he talking about?"
"Jessica's little cousin, Katrina" my sister replied. "Jessie and Sam
brought her by the house today".
"What a pretty name… Do you think Jessie will let me meet her too?"
"Well Mom, I think she's already gone back home with her parents, but *
you never know… she might come to visit again!"
Behind our mother, I almost choked on my ice cream but Beckie gave me a
reassuring pat on the back. In spite of everything that had happened it
was good to know that Beckie drew the line at letting my mother in on
it. Upon reflection, my day as Baby Katie wasn't quite as bad as I
thought. In retrospect, I ended up having more fun than I'd ever dare
admit to my sister. Knowing her as I did, I knew that she'd have me
back in diapers and dresses as soon as she could because this game was
even more fun for her and her friends. When the weekend came, the game
took an unexpected twist. While we were seated at breakfast Mom asked
my sister about Jessica's little cousin again.
"I'm not sure when she's coming to visit Jessie again, Mom, but I'll *
ask her if you'd like," said my sister.
"Oh don't worry about it, Rebecca… I'm sure that I'll get a chance *
to meet that little girl soon enough," my mother said with an enigmatic *
She then placed an envelope on the table and told us to clear the
dishes while she had her Saturday morning bath. As she was leaving the *
kitchen she said over her shoulder, "By the way kids, remind me later
to buy more film for the camera." *Beckie and I looked at each other
with shock and then looked into the envelope on the table. Inside were
various photos from last month's trip to the zoo and several pictures
of a cute little girl dressed in diapers and a pink party dress.