My face was burning bright red after having my wet nappy changed by a total stranger, and I couldnât get back to the car quickly enough. I was deeply self-conscious about there still being damp patches on the bottom of my rompers (as everyone now seemed to be calling my dungaree shorts), and I still had the feeling that everyone could tell I had a nappy on from the bulkiness of my bottom.
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When we finally got back to the car I had to sit in the back again, with Becky sniggering not only that her older brother had a nappy on, but that she got to sit in the front seat too.
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Mummy turned round just before we set off and said âNow listen, David, I was very embarrassed that your nappy leaked before lunch. Theyâre not designed for two wettings. So if you wet your nappy again before we get to our holiday cottage then you must tell Mummy, do you understand? I'm sure weâll find somewhere to change you, and then youâll be nice and dry when we arrive. Do you understand?â
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I was deeply ashamed at being talked to like that, as if I were a baby, but it wasnât worth an argument, so I meekly nodded.
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Before weâd been going an hour I was horrified to find that familiar twinge in my bladder. I didnât know what was happening to me â how could I need a wee-wee again so soon? I tried to ignore it, but to no avail. Once again I swallowed my pride and wet my nappy.
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Now I had a dilemma; should I hope that I wouldnât need to go again, so that I didnât have to admit to Mummy, and Becky, that Iâd wet my nappy again? Or should I confess? What if I did need to go again, and my nappy leaked, like last time? And what would I do when we got to our holiday cottage? Would I be able to quietly take off my wet nappy, and dispose of it, without Mummy noticing? Iâd be sure to get another spanking if she found out Iâd disobeyed her.
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I realised I had no choice. I had to confess. âMummy,â I muttered, âIâve wet my nappy.â
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Becky giggled. Mummy wasnât so amused. âGoodness me,â she said, âwhat a good job I put you back into nappies! You seem to be turning into a little baby again!â. As if it wasnât bad enough wetting my nappy, her words made me thoroughly ashamed of myself.
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Mummy said sheâd look for somewhere to change me, and soon found signs to a retail park just off our junction. I got out and waited to see where she was going to take me. But to my horror she simply cleared some space in the luggage area of the car. I asked her what she was doing.
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âWell, we donât have time to mess around finding another baby change area for you, so Iâll change your nappy here. Quick, quick, and then we can be on our way again.â She summoned me over to her and undid the straps on my rompers, holding them as I stepped out of them. Just at that moment two teenage girls walked past and giggled at the sight of me in my t-shirt and frilly baby knickers. I was mortified.
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Mummy laid me down in the back of the car and pulled my baby knickers down, before removing my wet nappy, scolding me again for wetting it so soon after my last change. She wiped my dry and powdered me, before popping me into another clean nappy and replacing my baby knickers and rompers.
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She changed my nappy in the back of the car
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The rest of the journey passed without incident, I'm pleased to say. I was so happy when we got to our cottage and Iâd finally be able to get out of my nappy and those hateful pink baby knickers.
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Aunty Kirsty, Alice and Sarah-Jayne had just arrived when we got there, and my cousins especially were very excited. Theyâd already chosen a room for them and Becky, and the three of them wasted no time in going off there and closing the door, in the way girls do.
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I helped Mummy bring the bags in from the car and then waited expectantly for her to offer to change me out of my nappies and baby knickers. When everything was in I sat on her bed and she said âOkay, David. Youâve mostly been a good boy having your nappies and baby pants on all day. Letâs get you out of them and into your normal clothes. Where have you put your bag?â
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I was confused. Iâd put the only bag Iâd brought right there at the end of her bed.
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âNo, no,â she said. âNot your bag of baby things. Your bag with your regular clothes etc. in it. Whereâs that?â
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My heart sank. When sheâd told me to put âmy bagâ in the car at home Iâd assumed she meant my bag of âbaby thingsâ, as she insisted on calling them. I thought sheâd packed a bag of my normal clothes for me, like she always did. I let out a wail as I realised what had happened.
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Aunty Kirsty came running into the room. âWhatâs happened?â she asked, clearly worried about what would invoke such a noise.
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I sat with my head in my hands while Mummy explained to her about me being put back into nappies and baby knickers, and how this had lead to confusion about me bringing a bag of my own. She even told her sister about how many times Iâd had to have my nappy changed, which I didnât really think was necessary.
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âAh,â said Aunty Kirsty, âI did wonder when he walked in about why he was wearing those dungareesâŠâ. âRompers.â Mummy corrected. âOh okay, those rompers. And I did wonder why his bottie was a bit, you know, bulky. So heâs wearing a nappy now?â
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Mummy confirmed that I was, and then I had to sit there while they discussed how we would manage with me having nothing to wear for the holiday.
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âWell, he can wear his rompers as long as he doesnât get them dirtyâŠhe wonât need socks, he can wear the sandals heâs got onâŠhe wonât be able to wear that t-shirt for two weeksâŠunless he washes it every eveningâŠbut will it dry in timeâŠand heâll need some underwear, unless heâs going to stay in his nappiesâŠand heâll need something to wear to bedâŠâ
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My mind was a blur. I thought the journey was bad, but it seemed the holiday itself could be even worse. Mummy snapped me out of my contemplations.
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âSo, David,â she said. âSince you didnât bring any of your own clothes, you need to make some choices. You can keep your rompers on as long as you donât get them dirty. If you get them dirty youâll have to borrow something from the girls, do you understand?â
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My mind whirred. Was she seriously suggesting that I might have to wear girlsâ clothes?
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I imagined myself in a girly dress
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I blankly nodded my head.
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âBut you canât wear that t-shirt for two weeks, so youâll either have to borrow one from your sister or one of your cousins, or youâll have to get ready for bed a bit earlier than usual and wash your t-shirt so that it dries in time for you to wear it in the morning. Which would you like to do â wash your t-shirt, or borrow one of the girlsâ?â
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My head was spinning. I couldnât wear a girlâs t-shirt. Iâd have to wash my own, even though I didnât really know how to do it.
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âAnd then, of course, thereâs your underwear, David. As you donât have any Iâm afraid you're going to have to choose between having your nappies on for the whole holiday, or borrowing a pair of knickers from either your sister or one of your cousins.
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Then Aunty Kirsty chipped in. âAnd youâll need something to sleep in. You canât very well go to bed in just your nappies. What happens if we all have breakfast in our pyjamas? Iâll go and ask the girls what they have spare. Iâm sure theyâll have some things you can borrow, David.â
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I couldnât speak. I just sat on the end of Mummyâs bed and held my head in my hands. I heard Aunty Kirsty go to the girlsâ room, although I could only hear what she was saying, not the girlsâ replies.
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âDavid hasnât brought any clothes with him, so heâll need to borrow some. Do any of you have anything he can borrow? No, Alice, he doesnât need a skirt, thank you. He needs some underwear, and some pyjamas. Yes, I know, Sarah-Jayne, you wonât have any boysâ underwear, so, yes, heâll have to wear a pair of your knickers. No, come on girls, itâs not funny and you mustnât tease him about wearing knickers. No, Becky, I donât think heâll want to wear those. Who has some knickers a bit more plain?â
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After what seemed like an eternity Aunty Kirsty returned with a pair of knickers and a nightie. âNone of them had pyjamas for you to borrow,â she explained. âThis was the best they could spare. And, well, knickers are knickers, but these were the plainest pair they had. I know there are some frills round the legs and waist, but, well, as I said, the other pairs they had were much more girlyâŠâ
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I stared at the items of clothing, barely believing that I might have to wear them. My thoughts were interrupted by my mother.
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âSo, David, do you want to put the panties on now? Or do you want to stay in your nappies?â
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What a choice. I couldnât bear the thought of putting on a pair of Sarah-Jayneâs panties, so I shrugged and mumbled that Iâd stay in my nappies.
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âThatâs okay, darling,â Mummy replied. âItâs probably for the best anyway. If you wear your panties now youâll have to wash them tonight ready to wear tomorrow. Youâre right to keep them clean. Now letâs go and have a nice cup of tea.â
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The adults left and I followed shortly after, very self-conscious about still having a nappy on, and knowing that the girls knew I had no underwear, even if, hopefully, only Becky knew Iâd been made to wear a nappy.
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As I entered the room the three girls all looked up. âAre you wearing my panties?â enquired Sarah-Jayne, giggling. âOr have you still got your nappy on?â smirked Becky.
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I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
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After our cup of tea Mummy told me that I needed to wash my t-shirt if I was going to wear it again tomorrow. She did offer me the choice again of borrowing one of the girlsâ t-shirts, but I couldnât bear the thought of that. Itâd be bad enough wearing knickers, but at least no-one would see them.
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So I duly went to my room and Mummy helped me take off my rompers and pulled my t-shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in my nappy and baby knickers.
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âYou can have your nightie on over your nappy and baby knickers, David, and then we can have some supper.â
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Once again I was dumbstruck. Mummy had me lift my arms and slipped the nightie over my head. It was too small for me â quite tight and very short. It barely covered my pink baby knickers. The girls were sure to have a good laugh at my expense.
My nightie was too small for me
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I pleaded with Mummy not to make me wear such a humiliating outfit, and not to make me get ready for bed so early in the evening, long before Becky and Alice, who were both younger than me. But of course she was having none of it. She threatened me with another spanking, and I meekly trudged into the sitting room, my nightie barely covering my nappy and frilly baby knickers.
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When we finally got back to the car I had to sit in the back again, with Becky sniggering not only that her older brother had a nappy on, but that she got to sit in the front seat too.
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Mummy turned round just before we set off and said âNow listen, David, I was very embarrassed that your nappy leaked before lunch. Theyâre not designed for two wettings. So if you wet your nappy again before we get to our holiday cottage then you must tell Mummy, do you understand? I'm sure weâll find somewhere to change you, and then youâll be nice and dry when we arrive. Do you understand?â
Â
I was deeply ashamed at being talked to like that, as if I were a baby, but it wasnât worth an argument, so I meekly nodded.
Â
Before weâd been going an hour I was horrified to find that familiar twinge in my bladder. I didnât know what was happening to me â how could I need a wee-wee again so soon? I tried to ignore it, but to no avail. Once again I swallowed my pride and wet my nappy.
Â
Now I had a dilemma; should I hope that I wouldnât need to go again, so that I didnât have to admit to Mummy, and Becky, that Iâd wet my nappy again? Or should I confess? What if I did need to go again, and my nappy leaked, like last time? And what would I do when we got to our holiday cottage? Would I be able to quietly take off my wet nappy, and dispose of it, without Mummy noticing? Iâd be sure to get another spanking if she found out Iâd disobeyed her.
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I realised I had no choice. I had to confess. âMummy,â I muttered, âIâve wet my nappy.â
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Becky giggled. Mummy wasnât so amused. âGoodness me,â she said, âwhat a good job I put you back into nappies! You seem to be turning into a little baby again!â. As if it wasnât bad enough wetting my nappy, her words made me thoroughly ashamed of myself.
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Mummy said sheâd look for somewhere to change me, and soon found signs to a retail park just off our junction. I got out and waited to see where she was going to take me. But to my horror she simply cleared some space in the luggage area of the car. I asked her what she was doing.
Â
âWell, we donât have time to mess around finding another baby change area for you, so Iâll change your nappy here. Quick, quick, and then we can be on our way again.â She summoned me over to her and undid the straps on my rompers, holding them as I stepped out of them. Just at that moment two teenage girls walked past and giggled at the sight of me in my t-shirt and frilly baby knickers. I was mortified.
Â
Mummy laid me down in the back of the car and pulled my baby knickers down, before removing my wet nappy, scolding me again for wetting it so soon after my last change. She wiped my dry and powdered me, before popping me into another clean nappy and replacing my baby knickers and rompers.
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She changed my nappy in the back of the car
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The rest of the journey passed without incident, I'm pleased to say. I was so happy when we got to our cottage and Iâd finally be able to get out of my nappy and those hateful pink baby knickers.
Â
Aunty Kirsty, Alice and Sarah-Jayne had just arrived when we got there, and my cousins especially were very excited. Theyâd already chosen a room for them and Becky, and the three of them wasted no time in going off there and closing the door, in the way girls do.
Â
I helped Mummy bring the bags in from the car and then waited expectantly for her to offer to change me out of my nappies and baby knickers. When everything was in I sat on her bed and she said âOkay, David. Youâve mostly been a good boy having your nappies and baby pants on all day. Letâs get you out of them and into your normal clothes. Where have you put your bag?â
Â
I was confused. Iâd put the only bag Iâd brought right there at the end of her bed.
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âNo, no,â she said. âNot your bag of baby things. Your bag with your regular clothes etc. in it. Whereâs that?â
Â
My heart sank. When sheâd told me to put âmy bagâ in the car at home Iâd assumed she meant my bag of âbaby thingsâ, as she insisted on calling them. I thought sheâd packed a bag of my normal clothes for me, like she always did. I let out a wail as I realised what had happened.
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Aunty Kirsty came running into the room. âWhatâs happened?â she asked, clearly worried about what would invoke such a noise.
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I sat with my head in my hands while Mummy explained to her about me being put back into nappies and baby knickers, and how this had lead to confusion about me bringing a bag of my own. She even told her sister about how many times Iâd had to have my nappy changed, which I didnât really think was necessary.
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âAh,â said Aunty Kirsty, âI did wonder when he walked in about why he was wearing those dungareesâŠâ. âRompers.â Mummy corrected. âOh okay, those rompers. And I did wonder why his bottie was a bit, you know, bulky. So heâs wearing a nappy now?â
Â
Mummy confirmed that I was, and then I had to sit there while they discussed how we would manage with me having nothing to wear for the holiday.
Â
âWell, he can wear his rompers as long as he doesnât get them dirtyâŠhe wonât need socks, he can wear the sandals heâs got onâŠhe wonât be able to wear that t-shirt for two weeksâŠunless he washes it every eveningâŠbut will it dry in timeâŠand heâll need some underwear, unless heâs going to stay in his nappiesâŠand heâll need something to wear to bedâŠâ
Â
My mind was a blur. I thought the journey was bad, but it seemed the holiday itself could be even worse. Mummy snapped me out of my contemplations.
Â
âSo, David,â she said. âSince you didnât bring any of your own clothes, you need to make some choices. You can keep your rompers on as long as you donât get them dirty. If you get them dirty youâll have to borrow something from the girls, do you understand?â
Â
My mind whirred. Was she seriously suggesting that I might have to wear girlsâ clothes?
Â
I imagined myself in a girly dress
Â
I blankly nodded my head.
Â
âBut you canât wear that t-shirt for two weeks, so youâll either have to borrow one from your sister or one of your cousins, or youâll have to get ready for bed a bit earlier than usual and wash your t-shirt so that it dries in time for you to wear it in the morning. Which would you like to do â wash your t-shirt, or borrow one of the girlsâ?â
Â
My head was spinning. I couldnât wear a girlâs t-shirt. Iâd have to wash my own, even though I didnât really know how to do it.
Â
âAnd then, of course, thereâs your underwear, David. As you donât have any Iâm afraid you're going to have to choose between having your nappies on for the whole holiday, or borrowing a pair of knickers from either your sister or one of your cousins.
Â
Then Aunty Kirsty chipped in. âAnd youâll need something to sleep in. You canât very well go to bed in just your nappies. What happens if we all have breakfast in our pyjamas? Iâll go and ask the girls what they have spare. Iâm sure theyâll have some things you can borrow, David.â
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I couldnât speak. I just sat on the end of Mummyâs bed and held my head in my hands. I heard Aunty Kirsty go to the girlsâ room, although I could only hear what she was saying, not the girlsâ replies.
Â
âDavid hasnât brought any clothes with him, so heâll need to borrow some. Do any of you have anything he can borrow? No, Alice, he doesnât need a skirt, thank you. He needs some underwear, and some pyjamas. Yes, I know, Sarah-Jayne, you wonât have any boysâ underwear, so, yes, heâll have to wear a pair of your knickers. No, come on girls, itâs not funny and you mustnât tease him about wearing knickers. No, Becky, I donât think heâll want to wear those. Who has some knickers a bit more plain?â
Â
After what seemed like an eternity Aunty Kirsty returned with a pair of knickers and a nightie. âNone of them had pyjamas for you to borrow,â she explained. âThis was the best they could spare. And, well, knickers are knickers, but these were the plainest pair they had. I know there are some frills round the legs and waist, but, well, as I said, the other pairs they had were much more girlyâŠâ
Â
I stared at the items of clothing, barely believing that I might have to wear them. My thoughts were interrupted by my mother.
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âSo, David, do you want to put the panties on now? Or do you want to stay in your nappies?â
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What a choice. I couldnât bear the thought of putting on a pair of Sarah-Jayneâs panties, so I shrugged and mumbled that Iâd stay in my nappies.
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âThatâs okay, darling,â Mummy replied. âItâs probably for the best anyway. If you wear your panties now youâll have to wash them tonight ready to wear tomorrow. Youâre right to keep them clean. Now letâs go and have a nice cup of tea.â
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The adults left and I followed shortly after, very self-conscious about still having a nappy on, and knowing that the girls knew I had no underwear, even if, hopefully, only Becky knew Iâd been made to wear a nappy.
Â
As I entered the room the three girls all looked up. âAre you wearing my panties?â enquired Sarah-Jayne, giggling. âOr have you still got your nappy on?â smirked Becky.
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I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
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After our cup of tea Mummy told me that I needed to wash my t-shirt if I was going to wear it again tomorrow. She did offer me the choice again of borrowing one of the girlsâ t-shirts, but I couldnât bear the thought of that. Itâd be bad enough wearing knickers, but at least no-one would see them.
Â
So I duly went to my room and Mummy helped me take off my rompers and pulled my t-shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in my nappy and baby knickers.
Â
âYou can have your nightie on over your nappy and baby knickers, David, and then we can have some supper.â
Â
Once again I was dumbstruck. Mummy had me lift my arms and slipped the nightie over my head. It was too small for me â quite tight and very short. It barely covered my pink baby knickers. The girls were sure to have a good laugh at my expense.
My nightie was too small for me
Â
I pleaded with Mummy not to make me wear such a humiliating outfit, and not to make me get ready for bed so early in the evening, long before Becky and Alice, who were both younger than me. But of course she was having none of it. She threatened me with another spanking, and I meekly trudged into the sitting room, my nightie barely covering my nappy and frilly baby knickers.