We made it to New York!!!! Big adventures to come, but first a late night diaper change for Hippo
For those who asked about wearing a diaper through security on our trip to Chicago, I added a few photos of Hippo prancing through. Step one, wear diaper. Step two, go through security. Easy!
“Mommy has a present for you!” I called from the living room.
“A present?!” His little voice answered. As his footsteps grew faster. He rounded the corner in a hurry.
“Yes, sweet boy. It’s a big day and I wanted to give you something to remember it.” I handed him the box. It was wrapped in soft pink paper with a rose gold bow overflowing the top.
“But.. but.. it’s pink?” He muttered, confusion clouding his face.
“Come sit down and open your present. I will explain after you open it.” I patted the couch, giving him a reassuring smile. He trustingly pattered over and plopped down next to me, swinging his feet and reaching for the box.
“Mommy what is it?” He asked as he pulled the bow off.
“You’ll see” I smiled.
He tore open the paper and lifted the lid from the box. His eyebrows drew together and his lips pursed. He lifted the shoe from the box and turned to me.
“Listen my sweet, you have learned all you can as a boy and you are no longer useful. Mommy wants a babygirl and you will learn to be what I want.” He started to cry. Tears running down his cheeks.
“I don’t want to be a girl!!” He dropped the shoe back in the box.
“That’s not how a good girl behaves. Good girls say thank you when they get presents. Now say thank you princess” I chide.
“I am not a PRINCESS!!!” He protested. I snatched his chin, pulling him towards me. I looked directly into his eyes, pausing for a heartbeat to let him still.
“You can be a princess or a brat, but either way you will put these shoes on and you will learn to be a good little sissy girl, or the whole world will know how pathetic you are. Do you want me to show all your friends and coworkers how tiny you are? Do you want them to see that you are a pathetic loser who needs diapers and can’t eat without a bib? The choice is yours.” I dropped his chin and waited.
The tears came again, but he slowly pulled the shoes out, one at a time and put them on.
I knelt on the floor to help buckle the straps. As I looked up, I could see a small flame of curiosity. She liked the shoes more than she wanted mommy to know.
That was just the beginning of how far training would go for my sweet sissy princess!
“Bedtime for baby” I sang in my sweet mommy voice.
“uh uh” baby pouted. Rubbing his sleepy little eyes.
I cocked my head to the side and gave baby a stern look. “Are you telling mommy no?!”
Baby looked at his toes and wiggled them in his footie pajamas.
I continued, “you threw a huge fit at dinner in front of my friends. When you act like a baby you get treated like a baby. Now you’ve already had your bath and your diaper is fresh. It’s time for cranky little babies to go to bed.”
Baby started to protest, “ but.. but.. I’m not…”
“That’s enough” I raised my voice. Baby knew I would hear nothing further. I put my hand out and he waddled to me. His diaper crinkling with ever step.
“In the morning you will feel so much better. You’ll be mommy’s sweet little helper!” I teased as a walked him by the hand up the stairs to the nursery.
“Crawl in mommy’s lap. I will rock you while you nurse and tell you the story of how all men were turned into good babies and put into diaper, where they belong”
I heard Baby’s little steps as he paced, and I looked up over my glass of wine.
“Does someone need to go potty?” I sang, the smile sneaking into my voice.
His face was pink with embarrassment.
“Yes Mommy,” he replied with his small voice catching in his throat.
“Okay, go potty!”
His face lit up, “I can go potty?”
“Of course you can. Do you need to hold mommys hand while you push?”
Baby’s little mouth popped open, making a little"O" with his lips. “umm, I can do it by myself mommy.”
He twisted his little hands under his chin while swaying faster back and forth. I could tell the urge to go was getting stronger.
“Okay, go potty. Mommy will watch”
As he took a step in the direction of the bathroom, I laughed. “Where are you going little one?”
“Potty” he replied, “you said I could use the potty!”
“No, Mommy said you could GO potty. You have a perfectly good diaper on. Now use it.”
The pink in his face deepened. It was now crimson.
Turning my head to the side and mocking him in a baby voice, Mommy teased, “aww, did the pathetic little diaper baby think I would let him sit on the potty like a big boy?!”
Baby looked at his toes and whispered, “I.. I.. I think I can hold it.”
“You think you’re a big boy? That’s sweet. I’ll make you a deal. If you can not mess your diaper all night then I’ll let you wear undies.”
“Really?” Baby interrupted excitedly.
“Really, really! BUT, if you do mess your diaper you will sit in it all day and all night. Think about it, do you really want to chance being a stinky, poopy, prince for 24 hours?” Mommy sweet voice warned.
Baby paused, looking up at the ceiling, trying to weigh the risk vs reward. After a few minutes he replied, “Yes Mommy. I think I am a big boy”.
“A deals, a deal” I agreed. Standing to grab his bottle. “You do know mommy always gets what she wants, right?” I slowly opened the cabinet over the sink. The special cabinet where I keep the medicine. Looking directly into baby’s eyes, I empty the contents of the laxative packet into Baby’s bottle.
“Come one little love. It’s time for your bottle”
Baby starts to cry as he wattles to grab my hand. “Please Mommy” he pleaded, knowing he had made a mistake.
All ready for bedtime now … and I haven’t had the chastity staying on so my hands are starting to play around more often if you know what I mean. I was wormed that this would happen. I know I’ll probably get busted and have to put the permalock lock chastity on soon and have to have them watch me do it to ensure it’s on permanently. For now the adventure continues until I’m called out on it
It’s definitely time for the permalock and more restrictive chastity. I think that the new device will present fewer challenges… It’s very very restrictive with very little option for skin contact, and if you purposely rub against that shield you’ll cause the kind of pain that will soon make you wish you hadn’t
Excellent job, little girl. The doctor doesn’t care what color your Pampers are, they just want them used as directed. There’s far more dignity in wearing them proudly than acting as though you should be ashamed. I just had a discussion with someone about how readily people accept medical limitations and that it can be used as public bondage. Fascinating conversation.
