Nothing was said to me the next day. In the evening the weather was still hot so I went to bed in my baby dolls as usual. Well, Mom came upstairs and asked me if I wanted to sleep in the crib again as it was cooler there. I said no, but we could move the bed over to the window and I could sleep in it for the night. She said that would wake my sister up, so for the night to just sleep in the crib - no one would know, so I climbed in and she covered we up, and gave me a hug and said good night.
This went on for a week or two, and one night she asked me if I liked sleeping like a baby in a crib, and I blushed and said it was okay, and then she asked me if I wanted to be a baby again.
Again blush...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh no, I just wanted to sleep where it was cool. Mom then asked me if I wanted to wear diapers and plastic pants like a baby does, I said no and they did not make them in my size anyway. Wrong thing to say to a nurse, she just looked at me and said if they did make diapers in my size would I like to wear them, just for her? Again, no one would know but me and her. I said to Mom if you can find some diapers in my size I will wear them for you, but no one must ever find out. Well, the next night she had the diapers and plastic pants in my size so I had to wear them, but the plastic pants where pink, and I let her know I did not like them, and wanted a different color.
'Do not tell me what you
will wear and will not wear, as I know you have been wearing girls' clothes
and nighties. Pink is just the right color for you, now just put them on
and then put on the baby dolls too. The bloomer pants will fit over your
baby didees'. So now I was in diapers
and pink plastic pants, and she pulled up the side of the crib and said
good night and went down stairs. The next night I got my
first bottle, and yes, I wanted to be a baby again, and would today if
my wife ever wanted a big baby, but she does not. I must also tell you
that I have two of Annemarie's adult baby dresses and I love them: everyone
should have at least one. Next, I need to get myself a pinafore
from Jane Ellen, and only the little girl pinny would be right for this
sissy, if it would fit.
Sweet little tammie
Tammie was overjoyed at how successful the PDM charity book sale went, and is now organising other publicity functions for petticoated.com. I understand that she has been in contact with Baroness Thatcher and her husband Dennis, but things are still at an early stage at present. I have met Margaret Thatcher, but that was at a Conservative Party function in the early 1960s when she was comparatively unknown, and I was still too young to vote. I don't think she would remember me now. Anyway, we will see how things eventuate.
Tammie's mum must have
liked having a baby to dote on, and did not miss the obvious opportunity
when she realised that her son was in love with girls' clothes and had
been sleeping in an old crib.