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Momma's Boy (Part 3)
Continued from part 2 (Click here)
The
next morning was the same as the day before. Mum asked me if I wanted to
wear a diaper to school. I said no. It was a diaper and besides that it
was a girls diaper. Everyone would laugh at me. Mum said that it was up
to me. If I think I was wiser than her, then I could try it, but warned
not to blame her if something bad happened.
The
morning went fine. The classes were a bit hard, but I was doing my best
to keep up with what the teacher was saying. At times, I thought it was
unfair that I had to learn the same things twice, but I have noticed as
time went, I was forgetting about who was and have forgotten the fact
that I was 12. I was now 9 and that's all I knew.
At
Lunch I went to the Kindergarten class and without being coaxed put the
pacifier in my mouth. I spit it out a few seconds later when I realized
what I did, but that didn’t last long. I needed it in my mouth to
sleep, so I
slept with the pacifier. When I woke up, the teacher pull down my jeans. I was about to scream when she explained that I had a little accident when I slept, and not to worry about it, lots of children my age does. She had a problem that she did not have lots of changing clothes. In fact the only ones that she had was these jeans from a girl is now 12 that used to have the same problem. Suddenly a bit of my memory came back, I realized that this was the same girl that Cody and I laughed at weeks earlier for peeing herself in the playground. I had no choice but to wear her clothes. It was some white panties with daisies as well as jeans. They had roses go down the back of the legs as well as around the pockets. I felt the tears once again when I realized that I was getting girls trousers on.
I
sneaked back to the class, and of course everyone was staring at my
trousers and asking if I a girl or boy. They couldn’t really see,
because my hair was so long, I had girlish earrings and now I was
wearing girl’s jeans. I said that I was a boy. The teasing became
worse as I became more frantic and said that I was a boy. They insisted
that I was a girl and called me names like sissy and princess and puff. I challenged them that if they wanted to see if I was a girl or boy, they could have a fight. I was relieved when Declan came up. He was the weakest boy in the class. I gave him one of my knockout punches that always winded someone. That didn’t happen this time, he just laughed and said that I hit like a girl. Then he punched me and it felt like I flew through the air for several feet. I doubt that happened as I just fell back.
The worse thing was that I could feel myself peeing again. I
tried to stop, but I couldn’t stop. The new jeans I got were totally
wet. One thing about jeans, you can see when they are wet. I couldn’t
have! I did! I peed myself in front of everyone. While everyone was
laughing was teasing, I was sent to the nurses office. She said that she
already spoken with my Mum and she told me to wear one of the school
diapers. I was about to get mad and shout and even cry when the nurse
stuck a pacifier in my mouth and quickly removed my wet clothes and
before I knew it, I had a diaper on me. While I was staring at the
diaper and also wondering why it was a girl’s diaper, I got the same
story that she only had some clothes from a girl that wet before. It was
like this girl was haunting me. All my problems started when I teased
her. Now I was in the same situation. The Nurse said she only had
leggings. What were leggings? I soon found out as they were just like
tights. You could see every curve in my legs and of course you could see
my diaper.
I
wont tell you what my classmates said when I came back. Use your
imagination.
When
I got on the bus, Cody saw me. He smiled when he saw my leggings and the
diaper budge in them.
“
I like the trousers you’re wearing. They look a bit like tights.”
“
Stop teasing”
“
I am not teasing. I really like them. I wish Mum would buy me them”
I
looked at him, thinking that he was very strange. Why would any boy want
to go around with leggings on? He was so strange. The men on his wall,
the fact that he liked nightdresses and now leggings. I wonder what was
wrong with him. It was at the tip of my tongue. But I forget what it’s
called.
As
you can guess, when I came home. Mum found out that I wet so many times
at school. She became quite mad and said that I should listen to adults.
She told me that this would happen, and told me that she didn’t want
to hear any complaints that I would be wearing diapers from now on,
except when I dance. Then I could wear briefs or boxers. For some
reason; I didn’t complain or feel like arguing with her. She seemed so
much bigger than me at the moment
Three
months have passed, and I forgot all about the 3 months I told my Mum
that I would give ballet a chance. I was now used to my new life. I
think it’s about time to tell you all that my life was at this point
At
this time, I was now a 9-year-old boy. The more time that went by, the
less that we remembered that I was once a 12 year old. At the end we
totally forgot about it.
At
home Mum still punished me like I was a baby, by making me wear diapers
all the time. My room looked like a nursery, which meant that I slept in
a crib and had some toys that no one would ever want to play with. I
did. I had an imagination. I really loved this play telephone. I used to
pretend that I was ringing to everyone on the planet. I used to talk
with people like Santa Clause and the Easer Bunny. Mostly at home I
would just wear a t-shirt and diaper. Which was OK despite the fact that
Cody teased. The worse bits was when Mum or Cody’s Mum were very mad
at me and threw me in the back yard with nothing but a t-shirt and
diaper on.
At
school. I tried being normal. I didn’t have many friends. Many of my
friends were girls as they thought that I looked and in many ways acted
like one. I loved playing house in which I always was the baby sister. I
didn’t mind that. At least I had some friends. During the break time,
I would take my naps at the kindergarten class. It became more of a
routine and something that I liked. Some of the younger ones thought
that were funny that I had to take a nap, as well as I slept with a
pacifier and a diaper, a girls diaper. I was teased, because my hair was
so long and that I worse a diaper. Many said I was both a boy and girl.
They also said I was a diaper boy and always asked if I was wet. But I
became used to it.
Cody
was also strange. He really liked pictures of men on his wall. When we
went shopping for clothes, he would look at the girl’s section and say
everything was pretty. In fact the used the word pretty quite a lot.
This annoyed his Mum and would by unisex clothes; you know the ones that
could be worn by boys and girls. He was of course teased in school,
because his hair was long, he wore the same earrings and there were
rumours that he was looking at boys in the showers. He still teased me,
but I think that’s because I was better than him at ballet.
I
often thought about the way that Mum treated me. You know she basically
treated me like a baby. Especially when she put me in the back yard in
just a girl’s diaper. Who would let their son wear a nightdress and
earrings? Deep down I think that Isabella was making my mother hate me.
Why else would she do that? At times I missed the way we were. Normal,
and I knew that my mother loved me. Now I think deep down she hated me.
It
was time to go to Ballet as usual. This time we were changing into our
shorts when Isabella came in. She hardly ever came in. I mean was a
woman supposed come in to boys changing rooms? Then she took some tights
and gave them to us and told us to put them on under our shorts.
You
should have seen Cody’s face. Ever since the day he seen me in the
leggings, he has been obsessed by girl clothes. Now he had a chance to
try them on, and it was clear what he thought of it.
“
It is like heaven on my legs. It is like a smooth rose blushing against
my skin. It is like when I take them on that they become part of my
skin. It is different when you have socks on. You forget that they are
on. When you have these tights on, you know that you are wearing them
all the time. Why is it only that girl can wear these? This is the best
thing that happened to me in some time.”
I
asked them did they think that only girls wore tights. Like robots they
all answered that this was what Isabella wanted them to do. She was
thinking how they could be better dancers, and I should have more trust
in her.
I
started putting the tights on very carefully, thinking that I didn’t
want to destroy them. I wonder how they actually made them. Cody was
right, they felt nice. But we probably looked like clowns.
Ballet
went well that day. I now loved dancing. It made me feel like a bird
flying and I forgot all about the way Mum hated me or the teasing at
school. When I danced, I was free.
After
ballet, we were taking off our shorts and what we thought was our
dancing tights, when Isabella came in. She said that we would have
noticed that our Mums were not there when we were dancing. In fact they
have been out buying a present for us, and we were to wear these
presents all day, unless it was very hot. All the boys were smiling, but
not me. I knew that every time she came with a message, that it was
not good.
When
we got home, both Cody’s Mum and my Mum had a small bag with them.
Cody snapped his from his mother and then sprang the bag open. Tights
fell on the table. So many tights that I thought they bought the whole
shop. Cody nearly tore his trousers open and started putting on his
tights. His Mum had to calm him down so he didn’t tear them. After he
had the tights on, he gave his mother so many hugs and said thank you a
few thousand times. I wondered how he would thank her if he were given a
bike or even a car.
I
opened my bag. No surprise, there were enough tights to last a life
time. With a small smile, I took some white tights with butterflies and
slowly put them on. I gave my mum a small hug and whispered thanks. Mum
said that I put them on too early, as we had to put my diaper back on.
From
that day on, tights became part of my life.
A
few days later, Cody bought home a friend. His name was John. He was
Cody’s new best friend. They seemed to always hang around at school.
By this time, Cody was like a big brother for me. It was hard to believe
that he has only been living here for a half year.
John
and Cody came barging in my room just as I was getting changed. I could
hear him and Cody talking.
“
Does he wear Diapers?”
“
Yes, he pisses himself, and he has that cot because he falls out of the
bed. I know that he is 9, but he gets treated like a baby.”
“
Doesn’t he get mad?”
“
No, he is a baby, so why should he.”
“
Is that a nightdress on the crib, and why is he wearing tights?”
“
Why does he wear girls things?”
“
Have you not noticed that everyone calls him princess and sissy at
school?”
“
Yes, but I didn’t think it was this much, and how cute, he also uses a
pacifier.”
“
It keeps him from crying”
You
can imagine how embarrassed I was at this, and how mad I was. When Cody
was acting all tough towards John, he had the same earrings that I had
and he had even had tights on. It was hard for me to keep quiet, but for
some reason I did. This made me mad at myself as well. Why did I just
not stand up for myself? Why did I let them tease me like that? I should
have sprung up at Cody and punched him where it hurt. I don’t care if
they were right, that I was a baby or whatever. Cody should have
supported me, not to try to impress some boy.
I
found out later why he wanted to impress John. He came into my room
after John went and tried to apologize for what he said. I said that I
would pay him back. Cody went on and on about how much he likes John and
even went so far as to say that John was cute. I laughed at him and said
that sounded so gay. Then started teasing Cody that I would get him
back. I also knew how I would get him back.
He
just shrugged his shoulder, and said I didn’t dare, because Isabella
would do something! What she would do. I didn’t know.
The
next day, Mum got me ready for school as usual. I had my diaper on
tights on. Then she put my normal boys clothes on, and said that my hair
was no too long. She started playing with it and doing her best to make
it look a bit tidier. Then she took this hair band that had little
plastic flowers in them. She used it to put my hair in a ponytail. I
looked in the mirror and was shocked. I looked just like a girl.
Cody
came rushing down to breakfast and I could see that his Mum had the same
with his hair. I was also surprised at him. He looked like a girl as
well.
This
can’t be good.
And
it wasn’t. At school everyone teased about my hair and said now I
looked like a little princess. Who would blame them? Even I was shocked
when I looked in the mirror.
The
next ballet class was also strange. It was like Isabella was seeing how
far she could push us. This time she stood in the changing room when we
came. I figured that she either liked looking at us or wanted to see who
was wearing tights. It was good that I was wearing tights, as she would
have hit me with lightning.
She
told us to strip of all our clothes. We did without even asking her why.
At Ballet she was the Queen, and we were her slaves. You could say that
she was our Queen all the time even at home, because she had our mothers
in her control.
She
all told us to look at each other’s body. She said pay special
attention to each other’s privates. She asked us does this make us
funny looking at each other. Cody was breathing heavy and admitted it
did. He told Isabella that he felt like touching it and even doing more.
I felt like I was going to vomit. I knew all the time that he was gay.
If he came close to me and tried anything like that, I would cut his
hand off. I don’t care if Isabella changed me to a frog.
Then
Isabella explained that it is OK to fancy another boy. Some might say
its being gay, and she admitted it was. She explained that gays tend to
be full of compassion and are very kind people. Otherwise men treat
girls like sex objects. She explained that some men and boys would
consider us sissies, and we should be happy to be a sissy, because it
shows that we are not afraid to show that we are really girls deep
inside and would love to have a man show affection towards us. She
looked at me and could see my defiant face. She explained if ever in
doubt if we are sissies, or want to be sissies, we should just look in
the mirror.
Cody
then admitted that he loved girl’s things and the way he looks now
compared to how he did. He told us all that often he felt like he was a
girl, and this made him feel bad. Now he felt good because he knew that
he was a sissy. I stared at him wanted to laugh my head off as he
admitted all this, despite the fact that it must have token a lot of
courage.
I
decided that I was not a sissy.
Then
Isabella told us that it was time to get ready for class. She explained
that in order that we can dance better and be better sissies, it was
time that we wore panties all the time. I looked at her in disbelief and
said now she was going to far but as usual she was one step ahead of me
and said that some of us would not need panties all the time, as we wore
diapers, and they are already girls diapers. Everyone looked at me. How
I hated her at this stage.
You
could see that Cody rushed and put his panties and tights on. If he
wanted to impress us that he was a sissy, he was doing a good job.
It
took me some time to put mine on and I must admit that they felt nice. I
would rather wear panties than wearing diapers.
When we got home we were talking to our Mums while we were drinking a glass of milk. Cody was bragging to his mother that he was a sissy and he was proud of it. His mother said that it was ok and that she loved him no matter what. She also said that she noticed that he was nicer to others and was doing better since he started becoming a sissy. When last has he been in the principal's office?
His mother said that she has removed all
his briefs and boxers and now he only had panties. Nothing could
surprise me when I seen how happy Cody was about that.
Mum
asked me did I consider myself a sissy, and she warned me to think about
my answers because there are always consequences. I looked her in the
eye and said what I thought, “ I am not a sissy, but I am being made
one”
Then
before anyone could be shocked, we heard thunder. Then the furniture
shook a small bit and I dropped my glass. At first I thought it was just
because I was afraid of the lightning, then mum gave me another glass
and for some reason I could not hold it in my hand.
By
the time we were eating dinner, Mum got mad at me spilling my drink all
the time and refused to refill my glass. She went into a cupboard and
took this babies bottle. It was of course pink. Was this Isabella’s
consequence that I could only drink from a girl’s baby bottle?
Isabella was so mean
Now
I was more of a baby. It was obvious that the more that I could choose
between being a sissy or a baby. While Cody was becoming more and more
sissy every day, I was becoming more and more a baby.
That
night I surprised my self. I was in the crib looking at the lights going
around and listening to the music. Once again I was in my own little
world where I asked Mum if I could have my bottle. I couldn’t believe
myself, I was asking for a bottle. But looking at the lights and
listening to the music while drinking made me feel so good. I didn’t
know this at the time, but the bottle would be a great comfort for many
years ahead.
Some
days went by, and nothing spectacular happened. We lived in a weird
house, where one boy was a sissy and another one was a baby. I was still
sure that Mum hated me and I was sure that Cody thought I was too small
to play with.
I
decided to try to be nice to Cody and walked into his room. I forgot to
knock and by the way he never knocked when he came into my room.
I
seen John on top of Cody saying, “ I know that you want me to do this,
you sissy. I know that you fancy other boys and you want to be their
girlfriend. Is that why you have such long hair and earrings as well as
panties. You are just a sissy and you want to me to do this to you.”
Cody
was just staring dreamily into John’s eyes, and nodding at all this.
One thing was that they were naked lying on top of each other, but then
they started kissing. It looked so gay and so gross. I just shut the
door and hid in my room again. How could Cody even kiss a boy? Boys are
supposed to kiss girls.
I
needed to do something about this. I decided to ring To Isabella and
tell her to stop making Cody a sissy and gay. I did this and there was
quietness on the telephone.
Isabella
said with her funny accent that she was proud of Cody, that he was
accepting his role and hoped that he pleased and made John happy. I
shouted that it was gross. She simply asked do I remember what she said
and that we are sissies and sissies are supposed to make other boys feel
good. I said that this is wrong and she just warned me not to tell
anyone else.
The
next day went as usual. Some teasing and the usual nap at school.
On
the way home there was no place in the front of the back, so I walked
towards the back. I am sure that Cody would let me sit with him. When I
came towards the back of the bus, Cody totally ignored me. There was an
empty seat next to him and I tried sitting there. By now everyone
thought we were just brothers, and I think Cody thought this as well,
because he just shouted that he was waiting for John to come, and he
would rather have his friend sit there rather than a diaper boy.
This
was the last time he would insult me. Now I was tired of it and him, so
I shouted at the top of my mouth that I know that he wanted John to sit
with him, because they like being naked together and kissing each other.
The effect was good everyone was calling Cody gay and laughing at him. I
saw that he started to cry. Deep down I felt sorry for him
Then
I started coughing and coughing. The words of Isabella went through my
mind. Do not tell others. I broke another rule. Now it was
time for the witch’s consequence. At first it felt like a small worm
in my stomach, then the pain grew more and more. I held my stomach and
crumbled to the floor. I was crying in pain and screaming. The last
thing I seen was Cody leaning over me crying, begging me not to die.
Everything
was black
I
woke up. The pain was still there. I could hear ambulance sirens
Everything
was black
I
woke up and I was being pushed through the hospital on a bed. It felt
like there were 10 snakes in my stomach. I thought that this was it. I
disobeyed Isabella and now she was going to kill me because I never
listened to her. As I was suffering with the pain; I was accepting that I
would die. I would be in peace, away from a witch, a mum that hated me
and being forced to be a baby.
Maybe
death is not the worse thing.
But
it doesn’t take courage to die. It takes courage to live, to find out
who I am and not what Isabella or mum wants me to be. I wanted to live
I
closed my eyes.
“
Your daughter should be awake soon. We are not sure what happened to
her. Maybe she has eaten something wrong. We have been observing her.
The only thing we can see is that she has a very weak bladder and this
means she has to wear diapers. She also has bad finger coordination, so
she might have problems holding a glass or cup or spoons and forks. Her
stomach is also very sensible, so we have been given her baby food.”
I
opened my eyes. I was hearing the doctor speak while I was opening my
eyes. He was still speaking. The poor girl I thought. Imagine she had to
eat baby food. I didn’t understand why he was talking to Mum. What did
she care if a girl was sick, he should be telling her about me!
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