U. N. Known Writer

26 Cousins

Chapters 29-42

—12 yo—

He was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, while the clock radio played almost silently beside him. My bed was empty as I wasn't there, but I was in the room, only you couldn't see me. Yet I could see into the room, or part of it anyway.

The rest of the house was empty, leaving the pair of us to get up to as many tricks as we wanted. Or rather as I wanted, even though nearly all of these meant that I wasn't up to anything at all, given that I was pretty much tied up all the time.

By this point I no longer had to trick Quinn into tying me up, as he'd pretty much come to accept that I liked it. On the other hand he'd yet to admit that he liked doing it, quite as much as I knew he did. Nor did he realise that a lot of my idea were coming from his own private collection which was odd. Still at least that made it easier as there was no need to do a build up we could just get on with it. As soon as we were alone, I'd get the ropes out and get naked, and we were off.

I tried to mix things up, always bringing in something new most days, starting with the obvious ones like being tied up sitting on a chair, and then moving on to several variations on that theme, using different chairs, or even not sitting on them, but leaning over the back, with my bum up in the air, sort of hoping he'd spank me, but he never did which was a disappointment I must admit.

During this time Quinn was getting better at what he was doing. No longer did he need me to give him detailed instruction about just how to tie me up, as he knew all the basics now. He knew that I wanted it as tight as possible so that I had as little chance to move as possible, even if that meant it hurt a little bit. I also knew that he was enjoying himself even though he had yet to tell me, as the baggy trackies, or even his boxers didn't conceal his erection as well as he clearly thought they did. If only he'd tell me he liked doing it, then we could move on to some of the more outrageous things from his collection.

Instead I just had to wait until he was ready, rather like he was currently waiting for the clock to tell him it was time to let me go from the closet in the corner of the room.

Naked, of course, I was kneeling on a pad that was usually used to prevent sore knees when gardening, it was doing that trick now, which was just as well as there was no way I could stop get up from a position that, if nothing else, did give me a clear eyeline through the keyhole out into the bedroom.

Quinn didn't know I could see him, even when the cupboard door was closed, or else I doubt he would have been quite so brazen when he'd wanked himself off on his bed, both when he'd finished tying my up the night before, or again in the morning when he woke up. The squeaking of his mattress having woken me up.

Light flooded into the cupboard the moment Quinn opened the door, so I made sure to blink wildly, as if I'd emerged from the darkness, and groan a little around the gag tied into my mouth.

"You okay, Matt?" he asked, with concern that hadn't stopped him getting turned on my by predicament a short while earlier.

"Thirsty!" was my first word once the gag was removed, and given that I said it in the croak of someone emerging from the desert, I wasn't making it up.

A fast food cup, complete with straw through the lid, was pressed to my lips, from which I drank my fill of the warm water, until my voice started to come back.

"Okay, you can untie me now!"

This was a new rule, or rather an old rule that Quinn was now following. He couldn't untie me until I said he could, as that was my admission I couldn't escape, and would therefore volunteer to be tied up again. Not that either of us really expected me to escape as most of the time that wasn't even a possibility, not that I even tried, but it was the one part of the original game that remained.

My hands were tied behind my back, to a rope that also went around my waist, and was tied to my ankles, so in order to release me from this sitting up hog-tie, Quinn had to lean right over my shoulder, so he could get to the knots holding everything together. This not only got him up close and personal with me, but meant I could actually smell the faint aroma that every teenage boy is familiar with. The sweat, salty one of freshly dried ejaculate, confirming something I'd suspected but had been unable to see clearly enough before now. Quinn had actually come while thinking about me tied up not six feet away from him.

Thankfully, Quinn wouldn't be unable to smell the same thing on me, as due to the overnight heat in the cupboard, I was pretty much one big stink ball anyway. Plus I hadn't actually had a wank, not with my hands tied behind my back. Still, that wasn't to say, there was nothing to smell, as I'd done a pretty good amount of leaking down there all the same. This being something I could easily cover up.

"Hurry up, I need a wee," I told him, making a pointless attempt at struggling, knowing full well that this would make his job even harder.

"Keep still, will you."

"If you want wet feet?"

His body jerked as his bare feet were snatched away from where they'd been right beneath my tackle. "Don't you dare!"

"Well hurry up then."

"I'm going as fast as I can, but there's a lot of knots here."

"And who's fault is that?" I teased him.

"Yours," he shot back,"You're the one that wants to be tied up."

"Yeah but you're the one that does the actual tying."

"So?"

"So," I stretched as one of my arms came free, "Perhaps, you should start coming up with ideas of your own, about how we can do it, and what we can do it with."

"Perhaps I will," he muttered as he finally got the last knot undone, "Perhaps I'll do just that."

And he did.

"I'm tying you up in the cupboard again," Quinn announced once I'd returned from emptying my bladder, plus a little extra too.

"So?" I teased, "Like that's a challenge."

"Oh it will be this time, cos you're staying in there all day, and perhaps even tonight as well."

There was something about the way he said it that raised that little bit of extra interest. That and the way he wasn't looking me in the eye but instead staring straight down between my legs, as if he was waiting for a reaction from down there. One that he got as I was soon pointing back at him, without using my hands, if you get what I mean?

"Right then, get in the cupboard," he told me. Not asked me. Told me. "Kneel down. No facing the other way."

I complied, moving the knee pad from the front to the back, so I would be facing the back wall, rather than the front, making me wonder if he had known I was watching him.

My ankles were crossed over to save time, when he started to tie them together. First he tied a tight loop around one ankle, knotting it off, before wrapping it around both in a figure eight, making sure that each time he pulled it tight, so there would be no way I'd be able to uncross my feet once he was done.

When my ankles were tied, Quinn took a second rope which he bound around my waist. This too was pulled tight so there was no way that it would slip off, but leaving a length of rope spare which was pulled down behind me, and fastened though the ropes around my ankles.

Moving onto my arms, Quinn took my left wrist which he encircled in rope, knotting one loop off and than wrapping it around at least twenty times, until the rope was so short there was only a short piece left. He then repeated this with my other hand, making me wonder what he was going to do, as previously my hands had been bound together behind my back, but clearly this wasn't the case now.

Grappling the rope hanging from my left wrist, I felt a sharp tug as Quinn pulled it up and out towards the sides of the cupboard, up to where the rail running across ended in the timber wall. It was there, that he tied the rope, with my arms completely straight and totally unable to bend, even slightly. My other arm was treated in the same way, so it looked like I was surrendering to some unseen foe in the back of the cupboard.

Socks were produced. Not for my feet of course, but one went around my head, blocking out my sight – not that there was much to look at, while the other was knotted in the middle, and pushed into my mouth, silencing anything I may have had to say about the events that were now taking place out of my control.

"Now I've got a surprise for you," Quinn mocked me, even though I was already tied up, blindfolded and gagged. This turned out to be him pinching my right nipple between the finger and thumb of one of his hands. At least that's what I assumed the surprise was, but as it turned out that was only the starting point for a second later something clamped down on my nipple in a way that made me pull against the ropes in earnest for the first time. I even tried to cry out into the gag, but naturally made little or no sound as what would turn out to be a small clothes peg continued to pinch on my nipple.

"You wanted me to come up with ideas, so here's one. Or rather two."

The second clothes peg pinched into my right nipple but at least I was half expecting it this time so it wasn't so bad. It wasn't good, of course, just not as bad.

"There. How do you like that?" my cousin teased, slowly backing out of the cupboard, and closing the door behind me, with a click of the latch slipping into place, telling me in no uncertain terms that I was well and truly trapped this time, and I wasn't even going to be able to watch him enjoy himself either, even though I could still hear the mattress squeaking.

—14 yo—

Now I bet I know what you're thinking at this point in my story. You're thinking that I'm something of a genius, and world class people manipulator for the way I can always get my cousins to do whatever I want, no matter how weird that is. Go on admit it. That's what you're thinking. Well, don't cos things didn't always go to plan. Sometimes, my cousins just wouldn't take the bait, either because they didn't realise what I was offering them, or they did, and just assumed it was some sort of trap. There were even a few occasions where they worked out that they were being used, and flatly refused to take part. But there were also times when they knew damn well what I was doing, and not only went along with it, but added in stuff of their own that I'd never even thought of. My stay with Vinnie's family was exactly one of those.

The first few visits didn't turn into much as I was having trouble reading Vinnie, so couldn't work out just which of the particular scenarios I wanted to try out would work best with him. In fact I barely saw him as he was always out of the house, which made doing anything with him, more or less impossible. Which left me with all these urges that had nowhere to go, and lots of time by myself. Both of which were always going to lead me into interesting situations. Just not in the way I intended.

I was alone in the house once more so naturally drifted towards the closet where I kept all my clothes for the duration of my stay. This was locked, for good reason, as along side th regular shirts, trousers, jackets and suchlike was a small holdall that was itself locked with a tiny padlock. It being in there that I kept my souvenirs from my other adventures.

Just opening this bag caused me to get an erection. In fact I could get one from just looking at it, or even if another kid and one like it. The contents were just that arousing for me, due to all the memories that went with them.

I never took the bag completely out of the closet, for safety reasons – I hadn't been getting away with all these things whilst being careless – but instead I'd play lucky dip whenever I was alone. Putting my hand in randomly while looking the other way, grabbing the first thing I found, and then using that for my… erm… entertainment.

On this occasion the first thing out was a thick white cloth nappy, from my time with the ULric family, during which I'd always felt safe and comfortable, as I helped their son come to terms with his issues.

From the moment the once brilliant white terry cloth appeared, it was obvious that I was going to end up wearing it, and if that was going to be the case then there were some other things I would also need from the bag, which led to a small amount of rummaging, before I had everything I wanted laid out ready.

In an excited frenzy I tore of my clothes to sit down on the white rectangle of bunny soft cotton. A tiny tub of baby powder, was borrowed from the bathroom to cover my excitement, before I started pulling the three points of the triangle together across my erection.

My eyes closed as I became encased in the soft, warm material, rubbing me in all the places that a boy loves to be rubbed. Getting the nappy as tight a possible as an art form, but one I had become very good at so it was an easy matter to poke the nappy pins through the thick material, and then snap them closed.

For a moment I lay there, on the bed clad only in a nappy wondering what Vinnie would think if he were to return and find me there. Would he promise to take care of me, turning me back into a little toddler like Cole had, or would I need some sort of excuse to get him to do it. Although just what that would be I wasn't so sure. Still it was fun to think about it as I continued getting dressed.

The next item was, as always, a pair of plastic pants. These were a touch on the small side now as they were for the thinner disposable nappies rather than the fluffy cloth ones so it took a bit of time for me to push and poke all the material inside the thick bands of elastic that marked the leg openings and the waist. These would leave a waffle pattern on my skin but that was fun. Perhaps Vinnie would ask about that, and I could engage him that way?

Despite the thickness I was encased in, my erection was straining itself against it's babyish prison, and I couldn't help but give it a bit of a rub as I wondered what else I could wear. My own clothes wouldn't fit over the nappy, and with Vinnie being slightly younger than me, his clothes wouldn't do either. Not that he had anything nearly near enough juvenile for the look I was looking for. But it was possible his sister would have.

Vinnie's sister didn't live at home any more having gone to collage, but like most parents all over the world her room had been kept pretty much as it had been when she'd left with the exception of some boy clothes and a strange locked bag, in her closet.

That's right, I was sleeping in a girl's room, which probably should have bothered me more than it did, but after all that time as a girl with Leo and Max, I'd barely even noticed the first time I'd walked in. Something that Vinnie clearly had trouble getting his head around. Still during my time in that room I'd done my share of exploring so I knew just where to find what I wanted. The most babyish looking shirt I'd seen.

It was pink, obviously, with little flowers on it, that made it a bit ironic for a teenager girl to wear, but that didn't bother me, and nor did the fact that it barely made it down to my waist, and would therefore leave almost all of the nappies and plastic pants on total display, just like I wanted.

From there the look I wanted was easily filled out, with a pair of classic Mary Jane shoes – the perfect thing for making anyone look like they hadn't started junior school yet – worn over white ankle socks. I even used a couple of ribbons tied into somewhat crude bows in my shaggy hair, which didn't really work that well, but went some of the way.

Unable to prevent my hand from rubbing the front of my nappy I made my way into Vinnie's parents room so I could see myself in a full length mirror, his sister having inconveniently taken hers with her.

I guess I have the natural nack of dressing up, for even though it was a hastily put together ensemble, I still managed to looked convincingly like a baby girl encased in a thick nappy, with plastic pants that made her bottom look all big round, and very shiny.

The make up on the vanity table took my eye, and though I didn't really know what I was doing, I had a careful play around with it, so as not to be caught out. A little pink blusher on my cheeks to give me that rose faced little kid look, and even a bit of lipstick, done lightly to give me lips that looked a lot more girly than my own. Don't worry though I wasn't being rash as this point for although I didn't now much about putting makeup on, I did know a fair bit about taking it off, so I knew I could get rid of it fast, if I had too. I even had some remover in my room, and in the bathroom, just in case I needed to make a hasty retreat.

Looking in the mirror for a second time, I no longer looked that much like a little girl but more like a boy dressed like a little sissy which was more the image I wanted, and which lead to some more rubbing of the front of the nappies.

Not wanting to waste the chance quite so quick, I eventually forced myself to stand up and walk around some more, until safe in the knowledge that I'd be alone all day, I went down stairs.

The feeling of the plastic pants pushed against my skin by the bulk of the nappies was something that I loved to experience, between my thighs. I even started skipping around, loving the sound of the flat soled shoes slapping on the hard surface of the kitchen floor.

Without really realising it I was heading towards the back door and beyond that into the garden where I'd previous noted a high wooden fence, would keep me sheltered from any prying neighbours, making it all the more of a shame that I didn't yet know how to get Vinnie involved in my games.

There's a feeling that I always get when I'm dressed up, even if it is by my own hand, that's a mixture of excitement, embarrassment, and near hysterical. This is both physical and emotional and can't really be explained unless you've been there. Of course, having a knowing audience would have increased this, but I just had to work with what I had, enjoying the feeling of being dressed as a sissy baby in nappies and girl's clothes, in the garden. Only I wasn't quite as alone as I thought.

"What the hell is this?"

It was Vinnie thankfully, as I'm not sure how I would have reacted if it had been his parents, or even some random stranger. Funny thing was, that him finding me like that was exactly the sort of scenario that I was thinking about engineering, once if I'd done that then I'd have had a speech all ready for him. As it was I had nothing. No explanation. No excuses. Nothing. So it's all the more of a wonder that Vinnie went with dialogue that was so cliche that even I wouldn't have used it.

"I'm going to HAVE To tell everyone about this. Unless," he took a further step into the garden, pushing his bike passed the back gate that slammed behind him with a loud bang. "Unless, you do something for me?"

Taking my cue, I added my own cliche – well he started it – even quoting a musical of all things, "I'd do anything."

"Yeah, I bet, cos you don't want nobody to know about what the rest of the family to know you like to dress up, do you?"

Actually most of the rest of the family, well the younger male members of it, already knew, but hey, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and was rather eager to see what Vinnie had in mind so I just repeated my previous line with a bit more emphasis on the 'anything'.

"Yeah that's what I thought," Vinnie smirked, signalling for me to come over towards him. "Cos I saw what you was doing with your hand, you know?"

I did know, of course, but all the same Vinnie felt the need to demonstrate, by rubbing his hand across the front of his baggy jeans which totally hid everything it has to be said.

"You mean?" I asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Yeah!" replied Vinnie, tucking himself into the corner of the building before with a double flick of his right wrist he snapped opened the wast of his jeans and ran the zip down. Naturally, with no fastenings in place the jeans couldn't defy gravity, and ended up around his ankles, leaving me staring at a reasonable sized tent pushing out from his boxer shorts.

"Go on, you know you want to!" Vinnie urged, swinging his hips from side to side, which made his covered erection flap in a counter reaction, "YOu can even use your mouth if you want to."

That was a good question. Did I want to? Admittedly I have thought some of my cousins in that way as it would d bee tricky not to given the things we've got up to and the amount of time I've spent naked around them, but I hadn't actually thought about Vinnie in that way. At least not up until the moment when he offered it up to me on a plate.

Without really realising it I slowly sunk down to my knees. The hard patio stones, digging into my bare knee caps, as Vinnie pulled the front of his boxer shorts down, showing me a surprisingly large erection, with the seemingly massive crown staring me right in the face.

Don't worry, I'm not about to claim that my thirteen year old cousin was had a third leg, or any of that other size queen nonsense that you get in some stories, but for his age and relative short stature I reckon, Vinnie was batting well above the average. Plus anything attached to his skinny frame was going to look somewhat out of proportion, and intriguing.

Looking up, I saw Vinnie staring down at me with a wicked little grin on his face, like he couldn't believe what was about to happen. And I couldn't either. I could have stopped it, there and then, but I didn't. Instead I just liked my lipstick smeared lips and opened them up to take him into my mouth.

The taste was warm and somewhat salty, with the added aroma of a young teenage boy who'd just been hard riding his bike in clothes that weren't really suitable for such an athletic activity. Not that it was a bad smell as it was something that totally fitted in with the situation that was developing of the sissy being dominated by another, younger boy. So perhaps this was going to turn into one of my scenarios after all.

Vinnie's hands on top of my head, encouraged me to get on with the task at hand. Or rather in my mouth, which I did, totally enjoying the way he filled my mouth to a point where my cheeks were being stretched slightly to accommodate him, as he pushed himself further and further into me.

At one point I tried to slow Vinnie down, as whenever he reached the back of my throat he was in danger of choking me, but he was behind caring by then. He was getting his prick sucked and that's all that matter in his teenage mind, and you can't really blame him for that. I certainly couldn't, as I'd been there myself, although I don't think I've told you that story yet.

Anyway, Vinnie continued sliding his hardness in and out of my mouth, while I slobbered down almost helplessly on it. A faint pink ring formed around the base of his shaft, sticking to the faint strands of pubic hair that were growing there, from my lipstick, as he continued to guide me up and down him.

Unconsciously, probably, my tongue caressed the underside of him, causing him to moan in pleasure, yet even that didn't slow him down.

After what had to be five minutes of face humping, my jaw was getting tired, but eventually the way this was always going to end started to happen. I felt Vinnie tense up in my mouth, before he gave it an extra hard thrust down my throat. At this point he stopped holding onto the sides of my head and actual grasped the short tufts of hair that stuck up from the ribbons I'd earlier tied into my hair. That's how he held on as he led out a cry that I swear right though ever octave known to man and boy, onward into the range that must have driven the local dogs crazy.

My cousin came like only a teenager can, loud, fast, often and in copious amounts.

In an instant my mouth, that was already filled with prick, was overflowing in a salty liquid that I had little choice but to swallow as it continued to pump into my mouth and throat for what seemed like an age.

Finally, Vinnie slid himself out of my mouth, but he didn't put himself away just yet as he wanted a clean up, and it was me who was going to do it.

Meekly I did as I was told, lowering my mouth back over him, to slurp and suck the mixture of his cream and my own saliva from him until finally he started to soften, as that post ejaculation need came over Vinnie, leading him to have another idea, I'd never have thought off.

"Turn around," he ordered.

I wondered what he was going to do. Perhaps wipe himself off on my clothes? That seemed to be the most likely thing, especially when he pulled up the back of my shirt. But then I felt his fingers pushing themselves down into the top of my plastic pants, pulling them away from my body, allowing the cool air to reach the top of my rear. What was that about? I was soon to find out.

A strong, hot stream of urine splattered against the small of my back, quickly flooding down into the nappy below. I gasped in shock but did nothing to stop him as the stream quickly became a pool between my legs as the nappy struggled to soak it all up.

After what seemed like an age – you know how young boys can wee forever – the stream slowly slowed down to a trickle, by which time my nappy was already getting heavy and even starting to sag from the added liquid weight that it now held. Yet at the same time the warmth created was permeating right through the cloth, to massage around and between the parts of my body that would usually have been responsible for that very wetness.

Finally Vinnie released his hold on the waistband of my plastic pants, snapping them against my back. His hand then sinking down to give me a single smack on the rear, that sounded like a damn squib, because that's exactly what I was by that point. Wetness was everywhere and not in a good way, like if I'd done it myself.

Turning back to face Vinnie I wondered what he was going to do next, given that he'd already surprised me once, I daren't to think what that could be but as it turned out, it was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Having emptied himself in both the two ways a boy can, he was pretty much done with me. He simply went into the house to get the thing he'd returned for – I never did find out what that was – and then got back on his bike and was gone.

For several minutes I just stood there wondering what I should do, but in the end, as the contents of my nappy started to cool down, I decided the best idea was to get changed, and then wait it out, which is what I did.

And do you know what? Vinnie never once mentioned what he'd caught me wearing. Not once, for the rest of my stay. Not even a sarcastic comment. Nothing. So that was the end of that.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

Heath cycled up the path in front of his home, with is breath making little clouds in front of him as he skidded to a well practised halt that left him standing but the bike laying on it's side, the back wheel still spinning, harmlessly as if he'd crashed.

It was only a step or two for him to get to the door but even before he could knock, I had the door open ready for him to enter.

"Welcome back," I spoke politely as was fitting to my role. "Can I take your coat."

"Sure," the ten year old shrugged himself out his coat, dropping it to the floor before I could gasp it, then smiling as I bent down to retrieve it, before I started to close the door.

"What are you doing?" Heath's boot prevented the door from going more than half way. The answer to his question so obvious that he didn't wait for me to say it. Instead he gave me other instructions: "You've got to put my bike away first."

"But it's cold out!"

It wasn't me that objected, as I knew the role I was taking on in the house, having worked out the details myself. That said the point made was a good one so I was sort of glad Ian mentioned it, if for no better reason that to see if Heath would shoot it down. Which he did.

"Matt has to do what we say. We're in charge of him while Gerry's at his mate's party. If he doesn't then we get to spank him."

"But we're going to spank him anyway," pointed out Ian, even though all three of us knew that already.

"Okay, we'll spank him some more," Heath sighed, at his brother's worried look, Ian never really having liked cold weather. "Tell you what, if it makes you happy he can ride my bike around the back, rather than putting it in the shed. How about that?"

Even though being told to do humiliating things was exactly what I wanted that didn't stop me from whimpering as I went out into the cold night air that made my nipples ache, while my tackle practically vanished up inside the small sack I was wearing to prevent my getting erections. There was no danger of that though, as I stood the bike up and sat my bare bum down on the icy cold seat.

"No sitting, unless it's on your 'special' chair," Heath shouted through the door as he closed it behind me.

At least this was an order I didn't mind following at all, as that seat was really cold. Standing though meant the wind could blow itself wherever it wanted, until it seemed to be attaching my body from every direction at once, even before I put my weight down on the peddles to begin the short journey around the side of the house, and into the back garden.

Oddly I didn't even think if any of the neighbours could see me, riding about in the nude. I was just that used to being naked by then.

With the bike inside the back garden, I went to the backdoor only to find it locked, meaning I would have to make the return trip back around to the front of the house, and ring the doorbell, for someone to let me in which thankfully they did, without too much of a wait.

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked, trying not to shiver too obviously, as my body started to warm up.

"I'm hungry make me something to eat."

Heath gave no further instructions as to what I was to make, or how hungry he was, or even if I should do something for Ian as well. Still, they were a couple of young boys, so it was hardly rocket science, and two pizzas came out of the freezer and into the oven while I pour them something overly sugary that I'd probably regret later.

For the next hour I didn't have that much to do. My cousins got themselves fed, from which there was no washing up, just some rubbish to throw out, and then they settled down to watch TV which may have been the end of the activates for the night, had Ian not started yawning.

"Getting sleepy?" teased his slightly older brother. "Want to go to beddy-bies?"

"No, shut up. I'm bored that's all. This show is dumb."

"Well how about we do something else then?"

"What?"

Heath didn't answer. He just looked across at me, and Ian caught on quick. "Yeah, let's do that."

NO guesses for what 'that' was. obviously.

"Bend over the back of the sofa!"

I did as I was told, scrambling around the back of the thickly padded high seat, that they were seated in. I had to go up onto tip toe in order to be high enough to get my waist over it, which required my hands to support myself, keeping me from rocking one way or the other. It was my cousin's current favourite way to spank me, after Ian complained I was both too heavy and too big, to go over his lap any more. However that wasn't what they had in mind for me on this occasion as I was about to find out.

Sausages? Why was Heath carrying a pack of sausages? Hang on their weren't any sausages in the fridge when I'd looked earlier, so where did he get them?

The answer to that last question came to me when Heath, banged the pack of extra long sausages against the floor in order to break them apart. They'd been frozen together.

"We need these defrosted," giggled Heath holding one in his hand, "So you get your hands back and spread them!"

It wasn't something I was expecting it has to be said, but you have to admire the lad's imagination. After a few weeks of having to sit on a seat with a built in prong that went up my bum, I was very used to hearing the instruction I'd just been given, just not whilst I was bent over the back of the sofa.

Lifting my hands from the cushions caused me to rock slightly, as I reached back to place my palms down flat on the sides of my bum cheeks, which I could then spread apart to give Heath a better view towards my hole.

Heath never got the chance to approach as first his brother, now apparently very much awake, had an idea of his own, running off to the kitchen to grab something that could be used as a lubricant, and which would be most fitting given the circumstances. Tomato Ketchup.

As everyone should know ketchup should always go onto the rolls rather than the sausages, but the boys did it the other way around, smoothening one end of the chosen sausage in the red sauce, before that was then applied to what they were going to be put inside. Me.

There was little preoperation, just the cold sausage pressed tight against my rear entrance, left there for a second until I was squirming away from the cold more than anything else. Then it was just rammed all the way in.

My mouth and eyes sprung open at the same time that my bum hole opened up to accept the ice hard tubes of meat being shoved all the way up my bum in one go. Heath even pressing the tip of his thumb over the end to ensure that the sausage had totally disappeared up inside me.

Naturally though my eyes and mouth weren't the only parts of me that were moving a few seconds later once the icy burn started up, as moments later I was rocking back and forth on the sofa back.

Instinctively my hands moved from my cheeks to clamp down over the hole between them, only I wasn't trying to remove the sausage but rather the opposite. Making sure that it stayed in there, as even without it being said, I knew that a punishment would be forthcoming if I were to get out. At least I hoped there would be, as that was the nature of the game I'd started with my cousins.

"Can we do the spanking now?" Ian asked his brother after a few minutes of watching my bum rock and roll about, in a way that must have looked pretty much like I was getting a spanking already.

"Yeah, I think so, but let's let him get rid of the sausage first."

"Er! Where?"

"Back in the fridge for tea tomorrow," suggested Heath with a totally straight face, that was the exact opposite of the one his brother pulled at that thought. Not that Heath could keep up the pretense for long and soon changed his mind, nominating the outside dustbin. The one in the back yard, right next to where I'd parked the bike earlier. And I was to use the front door, again.

I was off the sofa in a flash, especially once I'd received extra order to clean myself up while I was out there as I wouldn't be getting back into the house unless I all traces of the ketchup that was now smeared around my bum, was totally gone.

BOth Heath and Ian raced from window to window as they followed my progress around the exterior of their house. My speed hampered by the way I had to run with a hand clenched over my own rear to prevent anything from sliding itself out of me, which was a real danger if I was to go any faster than a walk.

Once I was in the back yard I headed for the dust bin which was thankfully quite low so I was able to just haul my rear up over the side and shoot out the now defrosted sausage from my rear, although doing so without actually touching the metal rim of the bin itself was more than a little tricky.

Now empty I headed to the water butt that collected the rain from the roof, storing it so it could be used to water the garden during dry spells for a wash. Naturally the water was every bit as cold as the everything else outside was, and that would soon include me if I didn't get a move on, so I went as fast as I could. Totally trying to ignore the shock of splashing the near freezing water on my bare skin, especially in such a personal place as my bum hole. However I was nothing if not careful, as once knew I knew there would be a penalty for not following the instructions I'd been given to the letter, and I already had enough of that coming my way already.

It took a full five minutes – exactly five minutes at that – before Ian answered my rapid knocking at the front door but less than a few seconds before I was being warmed up once more. Or at least my backside was.

Heath grabbed me by the sack locked over my tackle, forcing me to follow him to the sturdy chair upon which he was going to spank me. I was over his lap, his arm locked around my upper body, holding me close to him, as he laid down the rules that I knew so well.

"You move, or put your hands in the way, and I'll start again," he warned, not giving me the chance to answer before he got down to the serious work of punishing me.

SMACK!

The hand came down with a mighty sound that proved if proof be needed, just how good Heath was getting as spanking me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

There was no let up. My bum cheeks clenching tight as they were warmed.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ohhh!" I wriggled against the onslaught but made no attempt to move, as the heat rose one more, making me tingle in all sorts of strange ways, most of which weren't the slightest bit unpleasant.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My legs started to flinch, involuntarily, as my moans turned to groans, as the steady barrage on my bare backside, continued to grow and grow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I held onto the chair legs with a death grip determined to take the punishment I was being given, just like I asked for it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tears formed in my eyes, as my voice gave out, leaving me only squeals.

"Spread your legs Matt!"

It was the instruction I'd been dreading but all the same I complied hoping that if nothing else it would give my burning red bottom a bit of a break, even if I had to sacrifice the inside of my thighs for that relief.

SMACK! SMACK!

The blows were slower now, the target being that much more difficult to get at for the young boy spanking me, but that isn't to say he was going any easier on me, for he wasn't. If anything being spanked on the inside of your thighs hurts even more than being spanked on your bum.

SMACK! SMACK!

Heath's hand continued to hit home with tremendous force, that had my bum bouncing up and down, and my legs kicking. The knuckles on my gripping hands turning white as I fought to stay in place until it was all over which thankfully it soon was. Well that part anyway.

Pulled back from Heath's lap I was told, by Ian, to get back over the sofa so he could continue with my spanking. Or rather what was soon to turn into a paddling.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

It took just a few blows from the former ping pong bat wielded by a overly sugar ladened nine year old, before I couldn't hold onto the sofa anymore, leading to Heath taking hold of my wrists to keep me taunt, while his brother continued to work the paddle into my rear.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

Ian worked on each side of my rear in turn, even taking in time to place a few blows on the backs of my legs for maximum effect, and it worked too.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

Then he changed to a full body blows right in the middle of my rear, where he could flatten both my cheeks at once, then watch them regain their shape albeit with a fair bit more colour than before.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

Each and every loud swot on my bum was followed a second later by a squeal from me, along with a faint squeak as the ancient sofa protested at the punishment it was getting, along with me.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

By the time it was all over my entire rear from my waist down to the mid point of my thighs was a single red mass of stinging pain, that would get both Heath and Ian, heart felt congratulations from their older brother when he finally returned home to find out how they'd got on with their first attempt at babysitting me. The fourteen year old nearly wetting himself when they told him how, after the spanking had finished, I'd leapt up from the back of the sofa and run to the only thing that could put out the fire in my bum and how steam had rose from the water butt the moment I'd sat in it.

That last part, I doubted was true, but I was certain that what Gerry said was true, his brothers were becoming experts at punishing me, although I wasn't too sure what to make of how they would now be in control of me more from then on. That wasn't what I'd had in mind when I'd set the situation up.

—11, 17 and 14 yo—

The days started to fit into the same pattern once the plan had been put into action. Once I was awake, Seth would change me into a day time nappy and I'd go over to the Ulric's house, where I spend the day, trying to be seen by Tyler, so he'd get comfortable around me. In doing so I also got very used to wearing the nappies there, as well as at home, and even during the journey between the houses, small though that was.

Mr and Mrs. Ulric were very pleased with the improvements they were seeing in Tyler's behaviour although to be honest I couldn't really see anything myself, so just had to take their word that there was some. Still I guess as I hadn't known him before I turned up on the scene wearing nappies, I guess I wasn't going to see anything. Fact is though they were so grateful that they invited me on a day out with them which certainly took my mind off, what was going to happen when it was time for school to restart. I mean, could I really wear nappies at school? Would they show under my trousers? The trip, as Seth pointed out when I mentioned it, would be as good a time as any to find out.

One thing I wasn't prepared for was just how much stuff I had to take with me for a simple day out. Normally, before the nappies, I'd have just got in the car and that was that, but now I had to take stuff with me. Spare nappies, spare plastic pants, wipes, baby powder, extra pins, and loads of other 'just in case' stuff, that was all carried in a large cloth bag that was very nearly as big as I was. Of course, the Ulric's were used to this as Tyler had the exact same stuff, yet when Seth dropped me off at the house there was clearly an argument going on.

"What's up?" I asked Rory over the noise from upstairs, when he opened the door to let me in.

"Mum's trying to get Tyler dressed. I don't think it's going well."

That was an understatement, as things only went quiet again when Mrs. Ulric came downstairs with a disappointed look on her face leading Tyler by his hand. Then when he saw me standing there on the doorstep, it all kicked off again.

Apparently used to his brother's tantrums and more amazingly able to read them, Rory took my arm and pulled me into the side room while his mum calmed Tyler down. "We were afraid of this," he said, turning back to the closed door that did little to block out the noise, "Tyler's got used to seeing you in just the nappy, it's winding him up to see you in trousers."

I looked down at what were actually a pair of Seth's old tracksuit bottoms which had been the only thing we'd been able to find that were even close to large enough to cover up the nappy I was wearing. Even then they just made me look oddly fat from the waist down, while the cuffs bulged out from having been turned over so many times.

"I guess we'll just have to stay here today, and have a picnic out in the garden rather than in that place I told you about."

"The secret place?" I asked, Rory having explained that in order that Tyler's condition didn't upset other people, or rather that they didn't upset him, the Ulric's had found a secluded location where they could take family day's out without being bothered by others. "Where no one can see us?"

"Yeah, that's it. What about it?"

"I know how we can still go. I won't wear any trousers."

Rory's face was a picture as he stammered, "But people will see your nappies."

"What people?" I asked, "Your family have already seen them, and I'll be in the car where no one else can see them, and then at the picnic spot also no one can see them. Therefore no one will see them."

He thought about it for a moment. A couple of times his mouth opened as he thought he came up with a reason against what I was suggesting, but then closed again as he answer his own objections himself. Finally, he just said he'd have to ask his mum, who not surprisingly was keen on the idea. Once she'd checked it was okay with me of course, and given me another couple of hugs, and loads of thanks, that was getting a little embarrassing, yet nice at the same time.

The first order of the day was for me to remove my trousers, which I put into my bag, then to let Tyler see me the way he was used to seeing me, with just a nappy on below the waist, with my legs totally bare. Then when he was settled we headed for the car.

Tyler had his own seat into which he could be safely strapped to prevent him from distracting the driver, opening the door, and things like that. I rather liked the look of his seat but had to make do with sitting on the normal seat in the third row of the Ulric's people carrier with just a regular seat belt around my lap and over my shoulder, rather than the full harness he was wearing.

It was a little tense when we left, as although the car I was in was higher than most on the road meaning no one could see in the windows, there were a few occasions when a lorry or a bus would pull up along side, and I'd become worried that someone would look down and see my bare legs stretching out in front of me. Of course I had no idea if they would realise I was a fourteen year old wearing nappies and a plastic pants, or if they'd think I was travelling in my underwear. Mind you I'm not sure which of those I'd think was worse. Naturally although he was in the same situation Tyler didn't have to worry about things like that as, not only didn't he care about people seeing him, but his windows were tinted.

The picnic site turned out to be really nice and no where near as far away as I had assumed it was going to be even if the last part of the approach was down a track so bumpy that I was glad I was in a four-by-four. There was even a small lake in what had once been a gravel pit that had flooded. Grass grew long and high around the outside, which along with the bracken and various bushes and trees, totally sheltered everything from the road we'd come in on that without turning into that bumpy track there was no way you'd even know this place was here.

While Mr and Mrs. Ulric got everything set up, and Tyler settled, Rory suggested that we go and explore which was great fun even if there really wasn't that much to see other than the water, grass, bushes and stuff like that, but all the same, there's a certain amount of fun to be had in skipping stones across clear flat water, even if I would normally have dismissed it as something too childish to take part in. Still that wasn't something I could realistically say when I was wearing nappies.

Returning to the car, we found the food was all laid out, on a blanket, there just didn't seem to be all that much of it. Still, that didn't stop Rory and I from clearing it in a few seconds flat, which lead to me feeling a little guilty, as no one had the chance to eat anything.

Thankfully, this was apparently only a snack, as the main idea was to get Tyler out into the open air which he really didn't like, although given he was sitting in the car all the time, there was an argument he really wasn't outside at all, but still. The only way they could get him that far though was to promise him a trip to the only restaurant the family knew that catered for kids with his needs, which we'd call into on the way back.

This not surprisingly worried me, but Rory assured me it would be okay, and sure enough when we pulled up outside the restaurant a short while later, I saw I had nothing to worry about, as it wasn't the sort of place, where anyone under sixty would eat, given you could only get there in a car, and it served 'real' food.

"Mum and dad will take Tyler in first and get him settled, then we'll followed a short while later, okay?"

It sounded like a plan to me, Rory telling me just how long all that would take which is why it wasn't until we were alone in the car that I made to reach for my changing bag, only to find it wasn't there.

"Where's my bag?" I asked, "It's got all my stuff in it. It's got my trousers."

Rory looked over the back of our seat into the boot, and sure enough while all of Tyler's stuff was there, my bag wasn't. Actually I knew it wasn't as I'd left it at the Ulric's house on purpose so I'd have to stay in the same nappy all day, thinking no one would see me. Of course, at time I'd come up with that idea, I'd figured I'd be wearing trousers. Only now I wasn't.

"Where are you going?" I caught Rory's hand as he started to get out of the car.

"I'm going to get mum and dad so we can go home."

"No wait. Tyler will be settled now won't he, and he'll go into one if he gets moved."

"Yeah but…" Rory didn't say anything else just glanced down at my padded middle.

"The restaurant are okay with Tyler aren't they? I mean your mum said they let go into a quite spot right so no one bothers them."

"Yeah sure but… wait you don't mean you're going to go in there?"

I did but I sent Rory ahead to let his parents know what was going on, before I made my way, rather self-consciously it has to be said, across the deserted car park, towards the side door the Ulrics had used with Tyler. There I was greeted by the parents, who ushered me inside, and then through a largely – but not completely – empty kitchen towards a small table that had been set up just inside the restaurant itself where I was able to slide into a booth mostly unnoticed apart from the plastic on plastic sound of my pants sliding over the vinyl.

"People are going to think you wet your pants or something," Rory whispered too me, but that didn't worry nearly as much as it probably should have, especially as that wasn't all that far from the truth, which is what I whispered back to him a moment later, just as he was taking a drink. A drink that mostly ended up on the table, to giggled from Tyler and scowls from his parents.

"I'll get you for that," he laughed, getting up to get more paper towels from the bathroom, and at the end of the meal, he did just that.

"Matt needs a change," Rory announced, as the waitress was clearing away the last of the plates from our table.

"There's a nappy changing room in the back," the lady explained, looking at Tyler before Rory corrected her, that it was me who needed my nappy changed.

I was blushing a little at the way the lady peered over the side of the table at me, while Mrs. Ulric did her best to defuse the situation suggesting that she and her husband would take Tyler out to the car to get him settled for the return journey, while Rory got a change for me, and then gave me a hand in the back room the waitress had talked about.

The nappy changing room was little more than a cupboard with a high plastic covered table in the middle, as guests were required to bring their own supplies. I had left mine at the Ulrics' so instead Rory bought me some of Tyler's back up stuff which he dumped to the side while I hoped up onto the table ready for him to change me.

Funny thing was, up until the point he'd spat his drink out I hadn't actually wet myself, but seeing that he'd called my bluff, I since had, so everything was not only wet down there, but nice a fresh too, making easier for Rory to clean me up once he'd pulled down the plastic pants and unpinned the nappy I had on.

There was no pausing on Rory's part, but then I guess he'd changed enough nappies, even on me, by then not to be bothered about such things. Not even when I had an erection, which I did, from the moment the nappies came off, through when he was cleaning me up, and I still had one, after he'd powdered me up and pinned a new nappy on me. He never mentioned it, but I was sure he'd seen it. Not just seen it either, but touched it too, if only to move it around so he could clean me up. He clearly wasn't bothered though, and perhaps that explained the smile on his face or that could have been down to know that he was putting me into Tyler's night time nappies, which would be even more obvious to everyone when I had to leave the restaurant to get back to the car.

"Hey that kid's wearing nappies?" shouted a young voice just as we were about to head into the back part of the restaurant.

"Sush!" tried a parent, desperate to quiet the inquisitive mind, and failing.

"Why's a big kid wearing nappies?" he asked, "Only little babies wear nappies?"

"I don't know, perhaps he's sick."

At was at this point that instead of pushing on through the door, Rory decided to get his real own back on my from making him spill his drink. Turning he shouted out, so that everyone with ears could hear him, "Matt likes wearing nappies."

For a terrible moment I thought he was onto me but then with a laugh he added, "No really, he only wears nappies, to stop him wetting his trousers."

That was the moment I choose to grab his arm and pull him off his metaphorical soapbox before he came out with anything else that was a little too close to the truth for comfort.

I can't tell you much more about that day, as I pretty much fell asleep as soon as I got back into the Ulric's car, so I've no idea if a bus load of people saw me sitting there in my nappy, or if no one did. All I know is that when I woke up I was much less worried about going to school in nappies, although I wasn't entirely sure why.

—11 and three 10 yo—

"It's a dress from when my sisters used to do this little girl pageants when they were younger, and I thought it would suit Matilda down to the ground."

I opened my mouth to tell him my name was Matt, but closed it before any words came out, as there really wasn't much point anymore. I just hoped he wouldn't make that slip when I was dressed like a boy. Not that that seemed to be happening all that much anymore.

"It's all here," continued Karl, pushing the main dress aside to show what was underneath, "There's gloves, socks and even frilly knickers."

Jody just about managed to suppress a giggle at the mention girl's underwear, but then something else caught his eye, "What's that?"

"Just another outfit I thought Matilda could wear later on."

"Really? How?"

The ten year old cub winked at his troop leader, "You'll see."

"See about what?" I asked, not really having been paying as much attention as I probably should have.

"What you're going to wear," Karl, pulled something from the box he'd bought with him, before I got a chance to look inside. "Here, start with these."

They were a pair of really cute, if extra frilly rumba panties, like I'd worn before, except these had some kind of glitter on them, which I found a somewhat odd, for a little girl's underwear. Still there was a lot I didn't know about girl's clothes, although I was learning fast which is why it only took me a few seconds to step out of the knickers I had been wearing and into those I'd been handed. Sure as a real girl I wouldn't have done that in front of two boys, but as a boy it seemed fine. If odd.

"Now this?" Karl handed over a vest similar to the one I'd worn before, with the tiny bit of padding on the chest, to give the impression that I had breast, albeit rather tiny ones.

"Tuck them into each other."

Again, this was something I wouldn't have done with boys' clothes, as no boy ever tucks his shirt in unless he has to, and certainly doesn't tuck his vest into his underwear, unless he wants to made a laughing stock. Mind you boys don't wear girls clothes either, so perhaps it would be best if I wasn't the one to judge these things.

While I was thinking these things, I turned my back on Karl so he could slide the pageant crinoline over my head, so that it hung down my body. He then had to ask Jody for help with the dress itself. The pair of them lifting it over me, and then draped it down so that it lay out neatly across the puffy crinoline.

There were criss-crossing straps as well as buttons on the back of the dress that allowed Karl to adjust it so that it would be a perfect fit on me. In fact it fit so well that it could very well have been made for me, which was a bit of a worry it has to be said.

Once Karl was happy with the way the dress looked on me, I was turned around and asked to sit down so the frilly socks could be put on, along with the white Mary Jane style buckle shoes that had been appointed to go with the outfit. Apparently there should have been some sparkle shoes but Karl said they would have been clearly too small for my feet so these would have to do instead, but I was okay with that.

When my feet were done I was asked to close my eyes so the last couple of things would be more of a surprise, which trustingly I did. Well it wasn't that trusting as I'd already seen what one of them was going to be and sure enough once my eyes were closed the shiny silver and diamond tiara was put on my head. Not real gems and previous metal of course, but looking like one.

The other thing that I couldn't quite make out as it was draped over one of my shoulders, and left to hang down across the front – and back – of the dress. I wouldn't know what that was until Karl and Jody had escorted me to a full length mirror where I was able to open my eyes and see what I looked like.

What I looked like was a tall-for-her-age four year old little girl that had just won the local beauty pageant, as that's what the sash I was now wearing proclaimed.

"Wow!" was all I could say, and from the looks of the two boys' faces it was clear that they thought the same thing.

"We have to show my sisters!" begged Karl, very nearly jumping up and down on the spot in his excitement, like he was the one dressed like a little girl. Jody though was a little more grown up about it, and actual asked if I minded being shown of, which of course I didn't. Well I did, but the image I was seeing of myself was just too exciting not to let other people see me.

The room exploded into girlish squeals the moment Karl's siblings caught sight of me. It was very nearly enough to make my ears bleed, but all the same I continued to act the part I'd been given. Smiling that face wide fake smile that contestants in beauty pageants always have, that look like they're been made to do it at gun point.

A camera appeared, which I was and wasn't too happy about. The reasons against having my photo taken whilst wearing such a get up shouldn't need explaining, and perhaps the reasons for don't either. Needless to say, I made sure that no one outside the family would see the pictures and that I'd get a copy for myself.

Standing in front of the fireplace I got into pose after pose, looking this way and that, all the time smiling until I thought my face would break. Funniest of all the photos had to be when Karl got his sisters to line up behind me with sad exaggerated sad faces as if they'd just lost the pageant to me. He got Jody to put his arm in mine as if he was escorting me, but the eleven year old cub drew the line at kissing my cheek, or even pretending to,so Karl had to do that himself. On tip toe, so he could reach, which made it more amusing than creepy.

"I've one more outfit for you to try," Karl told me when we got back into a girl free zone, and our ears could relax. "But if you put it on then you have to keep it on until the morning and not try to take it off or you could ruin it."

It sounded like a normal enough condition. At least normal enough given all the dressing up I'd done so far, but when I saw the look Jody was giving Karl I knew there was more to this outfit than there had been before, especially as Jody's look was one that suggested he wasn't sure if this was something he should be allowing or not. That of course just made it all the more interesting to me. So naturally I agreed.

Karl nearly squealed at an octave that would have made his sister's jealous when I said I'd do it, but he managed to pull himself together remarkably quickly to start removing the pageant dress from my body and giving me something else to wear.

"YOu can only wear what I give you," he said, handing over the oddly thick white cotton panties that, naturally had a pair of frilly rumba panties to go with them. The first of these gave me an idea about where this was going to go, but I said nothing as I didn't want to give away just how I knew. So I played that I didn't have a clue what I was putting on was a training nappy, and that the rumba panties with their extra tight leg elastic, were plastic pants by another name. They even had a plastic lining in them.

Once these were pulled up good and tight, Karl asked me to close my eyes to keep everything a surprise, just as he had done with the pageant sash, and I played alone, listening to everything that went on so I would be able to keep a running commentary.

When he was sure I couldn't see what he was up to Karl got the new special outfit out of the box, he gave a rather loud 'Sush' to Jody who'd clearly been about to say something that could have given away what was going on.

I was asked to raise my arms up over my head so the dress with it's built in puffy slip could be slide down my arms, over my head, and onto my body. There were six buttons up the back, along with a high waist sash that was tied in a big bow behind my back. None of which was that different to some of the things that I'd already worn. However, this dress was quite a bit shorter than the others which had only shown my panties whenever I bent over. On this one, though the lower hem, only came half way passed the plastic lined rumba pants which, would make sure that they and the apparent nappies they covered would remain on full view all the time.

"Remember to keep you eyes closed until we're finished," Karl reminded me, as he placed something on my head. I couldn't see it of course, but from the frills and the way it tied under my chin with two long ribbons, it was clearly some sort of baby bonnet that no doubt matched the dress and the panties perfectly.

Sitting down, socks were pulled on my feet. There's not much I could tell about them without being able to see, but they were probably going to be pink, as well, what other colour would they be.

I was a little surprised not to have me feet strapped into Mary Jane shoes on this occasion as that seemed to be the only thing I was given to wear now. However, what was put on my feet this time felt more like elastic sided slippers, although they clearly had some sort of tiny bells on them, as I could hear the jingling as they were pushed onto my feet, meaning that they would also ring to announce me, whenever I tried to walk.

The final thing to be put on while I had my eyes closed, went around my neck and was made from a thin sort of plastic from the way it felt, which was clearly a bib of some sort, and to complete the outfit, at least for now, was a baby's dummy that I was asked to hold in my mouth while we moved to the mirror.

Finally I was told I could open my eyes, and even though I'd been expecting pretty much what I was now looking at I still found myself rather surprised at just how much I now looked like a small baby girl of perhaps two or three.

"You promised to wear this for the rest of the night," Karl spoke clearly expecting me to complain, or throw a fit, or shout or do anything other than to get excited by the way I was dressed which rather left it to Jody to complain on my behalf.

"He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to."

"It's okay," I nodded, trying not to stare at myself in the mirror, and yes I had to keep reminding myself that it was me in the mirror not just some overly tall baby girl who happened to have my face. "I promised."

"See. Told you," Karl poked his tongue out at Jody in a way that really wasn't in the cub communication handbook. Then, turning back to me, he laid out his plan for the rest of the night, "As you're dressed like a baby doll, then we are going to treat you like one. Doing everything for you, just like it says in our baby care badge book. Oh wait I forgot something."

Returning to the box, Karl bought out a what looked like a bunch of elastic belts that he started sorting out. It was something else I'd come across before, so I knew he'd have to take the bib off me before he could put them on properly, but I waited for him to work that out and didn't even say anything to help him strap me into what was basically a baby harness. There was even a leash on the back. Admittedly that looked more like a dog lead than a proper baby leash, but still.

I was sleeping over at Karl's house that night, as was Jody, in a plan that had been worked out a long time ago, so we could get last minute practise in for the play. However, we'd already got that pretty much down pat by then, so obviously Karl had come up with this plan to help pass the time and I was going to be dressed like this until the morning, which would be interesting if nothing else.

Given that we were supposed to be 'working' we were left alone for the evening, which at least indicated that even Karl know he couldn't go around showing me off dressed as I was. Instead, he and Jody took turns looking after me, while the other would go downstairs and get anything we needed, which mostly involved food, naturally. Something that gave the bib a pretty good work out, as Karl insisted on feeding me. Thankfully from my time with Cole I was more used to being fed by someone else than he was at feeding me, so we didn't get into the total mess we could off. I did get to drink on my own, as despite Karl's best efforts he'd been unable to get a baby bottle that he could give me, at least not without raising questions about just why he wanted one.

All in all, my evening as a baby girl wasn't nearly as eventful as it could have been. Jody was a clearly a touch uncomfortable about what Karl had done, but like he said, as long as I didn't mind and I wasn't being forced into doing anything I didn't want, then it was okay with him.

Funny thing is that despite the way I was dressed, and being treated, we did mostly boy things, as not even Karl seemed to have any interest in getting me to play with dolls, and stuff like that, which was a shame, as it would have really added to the feelings I was having way down inside those thickly padded knickers and which I strongly suspect Karl was also getting, if the way he kept itching between his legs was anything to go by.

Nighttime eventually rolled around, like it does every day, and with a long day behind us, it was decided – by Jody obviously – that we should all be good cubs and take an early night which prompted both him and Karl to change into their pyjamas. I though couldn't. Not with the harness strapped around the dress, making it's removal impossible.

Perhaps for the first time that evening, I can't be sure, I attempted to ask Karl, about this, but with the large dummy in my mouth – where it had been all the time other than when I was eating – my words apparently came out as the sort of mangled garbage of a two year old, which made Karl get the giggles, and even Jody cracked a smile.

Anyway, it turned out I had heard right earlier on when Karl had said I would be wearing the baby dress all night, and whats more the sleeping bag that I regularly used had been swapped out for something a little more in keeping with what I was wearing.

SO it was that I spent the night all zipped up tight in a very pink Princess motif sleeping bag, laid out on the floor between two younger boys, in their army cameo bags,, sucking on the dummy that remained in my mouth, even though Jody offered to remove it for 'saftey reasons'. Karl though had a great big smile on his face the entire time, and did a fair bit of shuffling about down in the middle of his sleeping bag before finally going to sleep.

The following morning we all slept in a bit, so we ended up having to do a bit of a mad dash to get me out of the baby girl clothes and back into something Karl's sisters and parents wouldn't be totally shocked to see me wearing, a big girl dress. All the same, Karl seemed disappointed when I told him that the nappy was still dry, which wasn't entirely true, as he hadn't been the only one shuffling his sleeping bag. I'd just waited until I was sure the other two were asleep as at fourteen I made rather more of a fuss about the way I put a little bit of liquid into the nappy.

Thankfully I managed to get into the bathroom, before I took of the plastic lined rumba panties and the nappy, so was able to check the latter out and ensure there was nothing there to give away just how much I'd enjoyed being a baby girl.

—13 and 17 yo—

As you've probably guessed by now, I wasn't really like most of the other boys I knew in that I tended to do my own thing not limited to dressing up in weird clothing whenever the chase arose, getting tied up, getting spanked, wearing nappies and just about everything else. Well of course you know that by now, as it's what's been going on during all the previous chapters of these story I've been telling. However there are some other details which I've not really mentioned until now. Other ways in which I differed from other boys my age.

The first of these won't be much of a surprise – actually none of them will be but bare with me – in that I actually enjoy wearing clothes made for younger kids, right down to the underwear. By the time I came to stay with Wayne and Xander's family, I had a good collection of stuff that I used to drag around with me. Some were mementos from my previous adventures, and some were just things that I'd picked up along the way. Naturally I kept these largely to myself unless I was planning to make a show of myself, of course, as I did on this occasion.

The second thing, you may not have realised is that at fourteen I was a touch underdeveloped. I don't mean that I actually looked like a toddler or anything not even when I was dressed up like one, and if I was dressed like one, then people would have no trouble believe I was the age I was. However, I did look younger than a lot of other fourteen year old boys, and even some of those younger, such as my cousin Wayne.

Now Wayne was a big boy. He had only just turned thirteen when I turned up on his doorstep, but he was already bigger than me in just about every way. He was taller, and broader, his voice was deeper – unless he got excited when it went all choir boy much to his embarrassment – and as he took great delight in pointing out that first night, he was both bigger and more developed down in the trouser department as well.

The odd thing was that Wayne had a big brother, Xander who was eighteen, but while he was tall, there was nothing too him. In fact he could have hidden behind a lamppost, if he turned sideways, yet that doesn't mean Xander was a wimp. No way. He was just as capable of throwing his weight around – what there was of it – as Wayne was. Thankfully the pair of them pretty much kept themselves to themselves, which gave me time to indulge in what was, at that point in my life, my favourite occupation. Stuffing things up my bum.

Yeah, you're not surprised about I know, as it had been going on during several of my other games, but on those occasions it had only been part of a bigger scenario, as something that happens to boys being given naked punishment, or treated like a slave and so on. For my time at Wayne and Xander's family, it was pretty much the only thing I did.

I can't even remember the first time I stuffed something up my bum, but by the time I was fourteen a lot of stuff had been up there, from vegetables, to the handles of various items, I'd even come across a few real sex toys in various places, and if nothing else failed I was capable of knocking up a homemade dildo in next to no time, that I could push all the way up inside of me to give me that feeling that I so deeply craved.

As with so many things I soon developed a favourite way of doing myself which involved a fairly big dildo I constructed myself from some electrical cable – to provide strength and supplely – wrapped around in some old clothes, and then covered in duct tape, to give it a smooth yet sponge like texture, not unlike, I'm sure you'll realise, a real prick.

Loving the feeling of having a full arse, I would not only worked the dildo in and out, as you might expect, but between sessions, I would use an old plastic bottle to squirt a mixture of water, milk and cream up my bum, to both act as a lubricant and also to give the impression there was cum up there. I'd then push the dildo back in, so that everything would mix into one delightful mess, as if I'd been at an orgy.

Oh yes, I had no illusions that I wanted to be fucked. It just seemed something dull to do on it's own. Sure I probably could have found another boy to fuck me silly, but I never did. At least not on this occasion. For the time being my dildo was more than enough for me right up to the point where I got caught with it.

I was there on my little camp bed set up in the corner of Wayne's room, working the dildo in and out of my bum, while my prick leaked some pretty serious pre-cum down into the towel I'd put underneath myself for that very purpose. There was also a good bit of the fake cum up my bum from the bottle that was laying beside me on the mattress, which just kept adding to the feelings I was giving myself.

My body rocked back and forth from the action of shoving the dildo in and out of my bum. My eyes were tightly closed, by my mouth and ears were open as I worked myself closer and closer to coming.

And that's when Wayne came home.

Thankfully being as big as he was, Wayne wasn't big on subtly, and couldn't have crept on someone with no head, not that he'd even try. As it was he burst into the house with enough noise to scare away every pigeon in a five mile radius giving me more than enough warning to cover up what I was doing. The only problem was, that he came straight upstairs, and I had no way to get all the things I was using back into their hiding places before he'd burst into the room like a bull in a China shop.

Of course there is one very obvious place to hide a dildo so that's where I shoved it, all the way up my bum. The squeeze bottle went down the side of the cot, where it wouldn't look too out of place, which just left me with myself to cover up which was easy to do, as I grabbed a pair of the briefs I normally wore and pulled them up my legs, which naturally kept the dildo in place.

When Wayne pushed open the bedroom door, like a cop on a drugs raid, I was apparently caught half way through changing my clothes on the way to the bathroom. The latter being what I told him, when I got up to walk passed him.

"Well don't take to long in there cos I need a shower. I smell like a pig."

Wayne wasn't joking, he really did stink having just returned from playing rugby with his mates, but this would also mean I wouldn't be able to get rid of the dildo in the bathroom, if he was following me in there, so even though I was on my own in there, with a reasonable chance Wayne wouldn't come in – there was no lock – I couldn't take the dildo out. I did have a piss, in the vain hope that would get my erection to go down a bit, but even as I came out again I was still showing a little tent, which made Wayne laugh, and even ping the back of my briefs as he walked passed, while making the usual jokes about how his was bigger. His other hand grabbing hold of himself through his boxers, as if I didn't know what he was talking about.

Back in the bedroom, I pondered if I had time to remove the dildo from my bum hole, but couldn't be sure how long Wayne would remain in the shower. He could be in there for hours, or more likely, just long enough to stick his head under the water, before he returned to the bedroom.

Deciding on caution I left it in there, which proved to be something of a mistake, as there was time to take it out, before Wayne re-emerged, but by then the rest of his family had come home.

I wasn't as uncomfortable as I should have been spending the evening with a dildo stuffed up my bum all evening. Sure it made sitting down a bit tricky, as if I sat up straight, then all my weight would be pressed on the dildo, and that would make me hard. Thankfully Wayne's family aren't formal enough to eat around a table, so I was on the sofa most of the time, which was a lot more comfortable, as I could sit sideways, or even put my legs underneath, which was a lot better, even if that still caused me to sit with a cushion in my lap.

By the time Wayne and I were sent to bed, I was well aware of just how sticky and wet my briefs had become. This being confirmed during when I went to the bathroom before going to bed. Not only was my prick still partly hard, but it had leaked what had to be a pint of pre-cum from the dildo being stuffed up my bum. This had totally soaked my briefs so much that they had become practically see though to a point where the out lines of my tackle were clearly visible through the thin cloth. Not only that but the seat of the briefs was wet too, from some of the liquid that had seeped out of my bum, around the dildo.

Clearly I needed a shower, but there just wasn't time. The house only had the one bathroom, which Xander would be using soon followed by his parents. Plus the hot water had been turned off hours before, so it would be a cold shower, which would just raise even more questions. No I was just going to have to leave things the way they were until the morning. That of course meant sleeping with a dildo stuffed up my bum, but it wasn't as if I hadn't done that before.

"Wake up, dick!" Wayne prodded me with what felt like a blunt object but turned out to be his finger, "Get up it's school!"

"What!" I turned over and sure enough the two inch [5 cm] high display on the bedroom clock, told me that there was little time to get dressed and have breakfast before Xander gave us a lift to school, let alone take care of the dildo plugged up my bum. "I've got to have a shower!" my brain mumbled through my mouth causing Wayne to laugh.

"Ain't no hot water, so good luck with that."

A few moments I was alone in the room and able to pull the blanket back that covered me, which at least proved that my last minute idea the night before to wear pyjamas had been a good one, as they'd soaked up most of the mess that was continuing to leak out of me. Sure it looked like I'd wet myself, but only a little bit. Just a shame I didn't have any nappies with me, but I had enough things to think about already, just as just how bad did it look.

Out of bed, I looked in the mirror, actually smiling at the mess I looked. My tackle was totally visible through my soaking wet crotch of my underwear, which were, by now, almost totally soaked all the way around now, with bits of crusty wetness around the tops of my legs.

"Bathroom's free!" shouted Xander, passing quickly across the bedroom door. I took the chance I was offered, and dived in there.

FOr a moment I looked at the shower stall standing in the corner longingly before realising there were other needs I had to take care off first, as I seriously needed to take a dump.

Underpants down, dildo out, I sat on the toilet in just enough time to get myself emptied out of everything was up there like I was recreating the scene of the meteorite hitting the ocean. At least that's what it sounded like, before I washed it all off with a few gallons of wee.

"Hurry up, dick!" called Wayne, like a fog horn on the coast. Like the ships he could have been warning, I took the message on board, and got on with the things I was doing, only to find myself with the same problem I'd had the night before. What to do with the dildo.

There was nowhere to hide it in the bathroom, especially as this was the day that Wayne's mum traditionally cleaned it, as noted by the way the towels were piled on the floor by the door. I couldn't risk be seen carrying it back into the bedroom, and I had no clothes with me to hide it in, so there was only one thing for it. It was going to have to go back where it had come from. Up my bum.

Rubbing the tip of the dildo around my hole a few times to lube it up a little, I then slowly pushed it back inside, while trying not to make too much noise about it, until it was crammed all the way back in. Then, with no choice I pulled the still soaked briefs back over it to hold it there and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

Wayne's school was one of the few I went to during all my time travelling around that didn't have a uniform, so I could have worn any of my clothes but that really doesn't excuse the clothes I choose to wear.

Not surprisingly I started by changing my underwear, making sure to bury the wet ones as far down the overflowing laundry basket where they would never be found as, trust me, no one outside of a hassmat teem would be going anywhere near that any time soon. I then replaced them with an even smaller pair, for one very good reason. I needed something that would keep the dildo firmly in place, even if that meant, crushing my tackle a bit, and giving myself a permanent wedgie.

A polo shirt was next. This was fairly standard thing to wear, given that outlandish t-shirts were frowned upon – yeah even a school with no uniform policy still has rules about what you can and can't wear – but mine was a bit small, barely coming down to my belly button, as I'd outgrown it a bit. My trousers on the other hand went the other way, and needed a belt to hold them up, only I didn't take one, so unless I held them up, the waistband of my childish underwear would be on show.

All in all, it was a pretty embarrassing get up, but then if I was going to be stuck with a dildo up my bum then I was going to make the most of it, and turn it into one of my adventures.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Xander asked as I sneaked around the side of the house, to get into the car having managed to avoid the kitchen and therefore breakfast along the way.

I didn't answer him straight away, other than to give a little sigh when I sat down on the poorly covered back seat, that seemed to push the dildo another ten feet inside me.

"You stink, worse than me," Wayne pushed me across the seat, which was one of the weirdest sensations I'd had that day, as the long back seat was anything but flat, causing the dildo to go up and down inside me.

"You BOTH stink!" Xander shouted over his shoulder as he launched the car out of the driveway, like he was trying to make orbit before the world exploded. The motion sending both me and Wayne sliding across the seat in both directions at once, while we struggled to get our seat belts on, before we went right out through the doors.

The school day didn't go particularly well. The chairs were hard, and uncomfortable even if you don't have a dildo stuffed up your bum. Then there was the matter of the too small briefs crushing my tackle, and that I had to hold my trousers up all the time making me wonder if perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. Still, it had been my idea so there was no way my teenaged pride was going to let me back out of it.

SO I made it right through to the end. Of course I could have popped to the toilets at any time and removed the dildo, but naturally I didn't. That would have just defeated the object of the day. Wouldn't it.

—15, 8 and 7 yo—

The alarm went off but I was already awake thinking about what was going to happen today when I turned up to school wearing old fashioned grey short trousers. Sure I hadn't been at the school for all that long, and didn't really have that many close friends, mainly due to the way I kept myself to myself. Something that just wouldn't be possible once my knees were on display.

The school was old, but with a long tradition that went back generations, but although that meant there were photos on the wall of entire classes of boys in short trousers, the modern reality was, that no one wore shorts. Fact is that even during sports, gym, or PE lessons most of the boys preferred to wear track suits and that was fine with the staff. Still, it wasn't against the rules for boys to wear shorts – I'd checked – so I wasn't going to get into trouble for doing it. At least not from the teachers. How the pupils would react was another matter.

There was only one thing for it. I was going to have to do the same thing I always did when I ended up wearing unusual clothing – something that you know I have a lot of practise at – and just pretend that everything was normal, whilst having a good cover story in place. One that Noah, would even think was his idea, especially as any money raised would be in his name as well as my own. But more about that later.

I heard Oscar and Perry moving about in their room, so knew I wouldn't have much longer before Noah turned up and sure enough no sooner had I swung my legs out from under the bedclothes than my eldest cousin pushed open the door to check I was getting up. He didn't say anything, just smiled at me, and looked across to where the uniform was all laid out on the chair, before leaving me to it.

Noah left the door open when he left, which made it impossible for me to show my real feelings as I pulled of my pyjamas and started to get dressed. I couldn't risk anyone seeing me smile during what was intended to be a punishment, yet to be honest, the thought of walking into school wearing shorts, excited me just about as much as it scared me.

Sitting on the side of the bed I pulled on the socks first. They were thick and stiff, unlike modern socks, with the school colours in two stripes at the top. They were on the school's uniform code, but no one wore then as, they couldn't be seen under long trousers, yet mine would be seen, which is why I was careful to get them up over my calves before folding them down as neatly as I could.

The rest of the uniform followed automatically just as it had done in the last few days when I'd worn it around the house, and even occasionally out and about with my cousins, with surprisingly no one saying a word other than to comment about how smart I looked. And I did look smart too. Very smart. Especially with the shorts which, naturally I left to last before putting them on.

There was no two ways about it the shorts were short. I'd made sure there was no way they could be mistaken for casual wear, or even the sort of cargo shorts, that some kids in the junior school Oscar and Perry went too sometimes wore in the middle of summer. Those were baggy things that even though they were called 'shorts' still would have covered the tops of my socks, given the lower hem would hang down well past my knees. My shorts weren't like that at all. They had something in common, namely the colour of grey, but they were also a bit on the tight side, with a bit of elastic at the back, a clip at the front, and although there wasn't much of a leg on them, they still had a crease running un-fashionably down the front, rather than the sides.

Trying to look as sheepish as possible I headed downstairs, the heavy shoes on my feet clumping on the floor, with none of the silent grace that trainers would have provided.

Noah was waiting for me in the kitchen, "Ah, I see you have accepted your punishment!" he stated, even though he knew I didn't have anything else to wear for school, all my long trousers having had the legs cut off to make them shorts, up to and including my pyjamas.

"Yes," I replied, although the evidence was obvious yet answering gave me the chance to push for something else I wanted to happen as well, "HAve you thought any more about the cane?"

"What instead of you wearing shorts to school?" He misunderstood, "No you're wearing the shorts, for the rest of the time you are staying with us. Mum and Dad agreed."

My mouth fell open, which must have looked like shock to Noah, which I guess it was, just not in the way he was thinking. I hadn't even suggested that my wearing shorts be made permanent for the foreseeable future – I never had any idea how long I would stay with any of my cousins remember – but now it had already happened. Interesting? Still there was still the other matter to deal with.

"What about the caning?" I pushed.

He thought for a moment, "Well I think…"

I never got to hear just what Noah thought for at that moment Oscar and Perry did their herd of elephants impression down the stairs, the noise only stopping when they skidded to a halt in a way that ended up with them both sitting at the table, stuffing their faces with whatever cereal was their current favourite.

Breakfast doesn't take long when it's four boys eating it. From there things don't get any more sedate, with the four of us running around in six different directions at once to get ready for the journey to school, or at least to the bus stop.

It still felt weird going out of the house dressed like an old fashioned schoolboy despite the number of times I'd already done it, especially as my cousins were all in their regular uniforms that made them look so much older than me. Well Noah was older than me, but even so, he looked three of four years older rather than one, while Oscar and I looked about the same age, with Perry not all that far behind. Mind you, they were used to me looking like I did. The others we were going to meet up with on the bus weren't.

All the regular faces were on the bus when we got on, my cousins all having their own friends with which they mixed. The little boys sitting at the back downstairs, while Noah went up the winding stairs to join the teenagers dominating the upper deck. Anyone who didn't fit into those two categories, mainly the younger kids at the senior school, tended to stick to the rest of the lower deck, and that's where I ended up, giving my cover story it's first outing.

"Sponsored Shorts! More like bare bones" snorted the first kid I told it to in a joke that was clearly a lot funnier in his head than when he said it, as he was in giggles for the entire time it took me to explain how I was being sponsored for as long as I could dress in the old style clothes.

"Better you than me," was the general opinion from the others, but they didn't seem too worked up by it, probably just relieved that they weren't the ones doing it. Mind you, one or two did ask question that made me wonder if they might have done so.

Three quarters of the way to school the bus emptied out as Oscar, Perry and their mates got off at their school gates, leading to the joker from before to ask if I wanted to go with them, little knowing that that would have been perfect for me to be the one short trousered teenager amongst so many pre-teens in long trousers, but there was no way I could make that happen so would just have to make do with the way things were already going.

Arriving at the school there was a mad rush to get off the bus that for once I didn't take part in, just allowing all the others, including Noah, to go past me to avoid any more confrontation. However that wasn't how it worked out at all.

The moment the bus pulled away, I found myself surrounded by first and second year boys, all of whom wanted to know how and why I was dressed the way I was, no doubt fearing, like those on the bus, that they too would be coursed in the name of charity to do the same thing. Naturally I was able to calm their fears, which at the same time allowed my cover story to spread itself around the school without me having to repeat it too many times.

By the time I entered the school building I was fairly confident that I was going to be able to carry this off. Some of the staff gave me an odd look every now and again, but they'd been forewarned about my charity stunt, albeit with the inclusion of the white lie that it was something my previous school had done so as to make it sound hopefully less weird than it was.

Together with my little gaggle of first years I entered the great hall of the school for the assembly with which each scholastic week began. The boys were arranged by years, so I had to finally split from them and make my way over to my own peer group, who just as I suspected had their own way to make me feel welcome.

There's nothing so loud as around a hundred fourteen year old boys laughing at the same thing, at the same time. It's a noise that covers all octaves and ranges, due to so many breaking voices joining in at once, and no surprise I was the cause of all this merriment.

"Give us a spin!" I was told but didn't have to do anything as strong hands landed on my shoulders doing that very thing for me, while those nearby pushed through to make remarks about each and every detail of what I was wearing, from the length of my socks, to the whiteness of my thighs, to the way that my bum apparently looked big, in the shorts.

This was just the sort of distraction that I wanted, to be able to make my way forward through the hall. To anyone watching I hoped it looked like I was being pushed down through the ranks when I was actually doing it myself, moving from my own peers, through the year below until once more I ended up standing with the eleven year olds that made up the front ranks, all safe and grown up in their long trousers.

The head teacher, on the stage looked down at me, no doubt deciding what to do about the disruption I was causing to the assembly. This could go one of two ways. Either he would support what I was doing as it was for charity – a great way to get anyone to do what you want is to say it's for charity! – or he would put a stop to it. Thankfully he choose the former and in the process, made any real bulling I'd could have been enduring ten times worse by signalling me out.

"Did you forget your trousers this morning?"

"No Sir," I had to shout a bit over the laughter from my fellow pupils which for once wasn't forced. "I'm wearing shorts for charity."

"Ah, I see," he mumbled as if he'd just been reminded of that when he probably knew all along, "In that case you had best pull up your socks."

I bent over, purposely aiming my short trousered bum back towards me peers, as I did the required adjustments to my socks, the pair of them having slipped down my shins, during the earlier scuffle.

"I have not seen a boy in short trousers here for many years," the head continued address the entire school once more, "Perhaps some of you others would care to join in the charitable event."

There was a general mumbling in the massed ranks behind me, none of whom appeared to think this was a good idea, yet the head was clearly warming to the idea as he next said something I never thought he'd say in a million years, not even as a joke.

"Perhaps I should dust off my old cane as well, how about that?"

This time the mumbling was proceeded with a gasp, especially from the first years who weren't as used to the head's humour as the older boys were. However this time there was at least once clear voice who asked if that was illegal, which the head had to confirm it was.

"What about boys wearing shorts?" I asked.

"No, that's perfectly fine, so if anyone else does want to…" the head never got to finish his sentence as my fellow pupils let it be known, as loudly as they dared, that was never going to happen.

The assembly continued without any other further mention of the way I was dressed, with the usual notices about upcoming events, and so on before we were all dismissed for lessons to begin.

I was one of the last to leave the hall, which emptied from the back, leaving the first years until last, with me trailing behind them out into a corridor that was rapidly emptying as everyone scurried off to whatever classroom they were to be taught in. I took my time as I last thing I wanted was to turn up to lessons with a distinct bulge in the front of my shorts. It didn't really work.

There was no time to visit a toilet to relive myself, so by the time I got to the History block I was having to walk leaning a little forward and with my hands, as innocently as possible across my groin. If only the shorts had had pockets I'd have been so much better off, but then not playing with yourself is why traditional schoolboy shorts didn't have pockets in the first place.

"Ah there you are boy," were the words that greeted me as I attempted to slip into the classroom and head to my desk. "No come up here to the front, so we can see this slice of living history in action."

"It's for charity," I reminded him, that mantra having become my answer to anything I was being asked.

"Yes, yes, but you look like something out of a history book and this is a history lesson, so let's have a look at you. Stand up straight."

For the next ten minutes I gave an oral report about how the uniform I was wearing, differed from the ones the rest of the class had on, which duly earned me about the highest mark I'd ever got in History, even if it did lead to me being the centre of attention. Not that I was every one to discourage that, obviously. The teacher even offered to sponsor me, which was a surprised and would lead to me spending most of that night having to mock up some sponsorship forms just to make everything look all the more authentic. Oh What a tangled web… and all that.

The rest of the lesson turned out to be rather fascinating, at least to me, as the teacher expanded on the clothes I was wearing, working it into the regular lesson about the second world war, evacuations, schools at the time, and general childhood stuff, including the use of corporal punishment. He did, however turn down my only half joking suggestion that he give a practical demonstration of the last item, using me as a living model. Someone else however, though, decided to do just that at lunch time.

It came as a surprise to find myself surrounded by first years in the toilets, being pushed from one to the other while they once more teased me for what I was wearing, in a way I had only dreamed could have happened in a modern school. Noah was there too, at least for some of the time, keeping an eye on me, like a good cousin should, but not interfering as the younger boys had their fun.

"You look like you should be in juniors," was the most common taunt, along with the likes of "baby trousers," and that old favourite "Shortie shorts," but none of those were the real reason I was there. That had to do with what the head teacher had said in assembly.

Basically, the younger boys had thought he'd been serious about making them wear shorts just like I was, and they really weren't keen on the idea. And I mean 'really'.

Its strange how a pair of shorts can cause so much fear in the minds of eleven year olds, but then I guess when you've gone from being the oldest kids in junior school to being the youngest in senior, then almost anything that threatens to remind you of that can become really scary. I didn't even look that much different from then from the waist up, albeit in a rather neater way, and without the round necked sweater most of them wore to hide they weren't wearing a tie. But below that, everything was so drastically different with the long grey knee socks pulled halfway up my legs and of course the short grey school shorts that fitted so tightly around my bum, while their own long trousers ballooned out around them, as if trying to hide how small they really were.

"We've been told we can punish you, cos you is dressed like a kid younger what is younger than what we are," announced the first year's spokesman, who had clearly been picked for his knowledge of the English language.

I confirmed this to be true, slightly surprised that the rumour I'd only just started to spread myself had spread so far and so fast. Still lunch break was already half over, so there was no time for the usual debate about just what they were going to do, so I gave them a little back handed prompt.

"You're not going to spank me are you?"

"Yes, yes we are," the spokesman said, going right down the road marked cliche as he told me to bend over and touch my toes."

A voice suggested that I should take my shorts down – no it wasn't me – but it was quickly hushed up by a chorus of insults that speculated on his interest in getting me naked, which is a shame as I don't think the kid in question wanted anything other than to spank my bare bum, without realising that's what I wanted as well. Still the pair of us, and all the other first years would have have to make do with spanking the seat of my shorts, which they did.

SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK!

The small group soon got into a rhythm, even forming twin queues behind me, one for each side of my bum, to make the spanking as efficient as possible. I of course, just bent over and took it, like an old fashioned short trousered schoolboy should.

It didn't last all that long. Some of the boys went around to the back of line once they'd had their turn but most didn't, no doubt not wanting to be seen to be enjoying what they were doing, which was a shame. All the same, it did warm my bum up really nicely even if it wasn't enough to actually make me cry, which took some of the impact from what was going on, but perhaps that would have also made things a bit too real for the first years.

Anyway, once it was over, the first years scattered like kids who know they've done something they shouldn't always will do, leaving just me alone in the toilet so I could wash my face, and re-tuck my shirt into my shorts, so that I would all nice and neat to face whatever the afternoon would hold in store for me, as the only boy in shorts at school.

Naturally the rumour that I'd been spanked in the toilets soon spread around the school and I could hear whispered versions of it around me for the rest of the day. Not once did I do anything to discourage them either, as the last thing I wanted to do was prevent any of the other boys from feeling they wouldn't be able to spank me any time they felt like it.

Mind you, I'm not sure I could have acted as if it hadn't happened, for even though it had only been a hand spanking through both my shorts and underpants, due to the sheer number who'd taken part my bum was rather tingly whenever I sat down for the rest of the day. No amount of shuffling, or trying to hover above the seat would make any difference to that, leading to me to get a few telling off for fidgeting, or as one teacher put it, having 'ants in my pants'.

—12 yo—

Quinn's arms were folded, as he demanded to know the answer to the question as to why I liked to be tied up. It was naturally something that I wasn't about to tell him, mainly because I didn't really know, any more than he knew why he liked tying me up. That of course, being the real question he was asking.

"If you don't tell me, then I'm going to make you tel me," he threatened, in a voice that wasn't the slightest bit threatening, meaning it was safe for me to play with him a bit.

"Oh are you going to put me back in the cupboard again," I teased as if that had been nothing when in reality it had been the most uncomfortable night I'd had in the house. Exciting too, of course, but uncomfortable.

He stared at me, clearly trying to think of something else, which with a look on his face that could probably should have come with a light bulb illuminating over his head, he said: "Bring the ropes to the kitchen."

"The kitchen?" I asked, as we'd never actually done anything in there, but there was no answer as Quinn had already left the living room running up to the bedroom we shared where I could soon here him rummaging about, although for what I could only guess as everything we needed was already downstairs from the previous day which I'd spent sitting in a garden chair, totally unable to move. It had been great.

I was naked in the kitchen by the time Quinn returned, carrying something he was careful not to let me see, as he dished out more orders it being part of the scheme of things that he would order me about when we played these games, rather than his waiting for me to tell him what to do, as it had been to start with.

"Tie one of the ropes to each of the table legs," Quinn told me, adding, "And to it properly or else you'll be in real big trouble if they come off."

I had no idea what the really big trouble might be, and I was tempted to find out, but perhaps next time, as I wanted to see where he was going with this as it was all something we hadn't done before so I made sure all the ropes were securely tied with double knots to each of the four legs of the heavy wooden kitchen table.

When I was done with that, he had me stand at end of the table, with my legs spread apart ready to be tied into place whilst wondering if he'd realised that if he tied my ankles to the bottom of the table legs, then I wouldn't be able to lie down as the table was too high for that. However, that wasn't his plan at all.

"Turn around," I was told which I did, now facing the table, as my ankles were tied in place, while my steadily enlarging groin rested against the side of the table.

Finally Quinn showed me the things he'd fetched from his secret hideout that wasn't anywhere near as secret as he thought it was which is why nothing he then showed me was a surprise, although I did raise an eye brow or two that he dared to bring out the ball gag he'd made.

It was quite a clever bit of construction really, especially for a twelve year old. Using an old bouncing rubber ball, into which he'd cut a slit on either side. Then through that slit he'd threaded a narrow dog collar so that the ball ended up in the centre of the strap, and looked, exactly like a real ball gag that could be buckled in place, which is what he did.

Thinking I didn't know what it was, Quinn explained what he was doing, having me opening my mouth as wide as I could so he could shove the ball in as far as it would go, right back behind my teeth. Then he threaded the strap into the buckle behind me and slowly tightened it all the way to the last notch so that the ball would never come out again, unless he released it.

Once the gag was in place we were back on more familiar territory, with the clothes pegs for which he first had to rub each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger so there would be something to clamp the pegs onto, making me wince both times.

Finally the time came for me to bend over the table which turned out to be the perfect height as I didn't have to either bend my knees or to stretch upwards in order for my stomach to rest on the smooth surface. I did however make a few hissing noises through the gag as the pegs got pressed into my chest from my laying on them.

Quinn wasted no time in getting me completely tied down, yanking each of my arms out to the sides, and down to the legs of the table. I couldn't quite reach all the way down to where I'd tied the ropes, but thankfully the ropes themselves were long enough to reach up to where I did get to, and Quinn now knew enough about rope tying to ensure they were good and tight and that I was totally stretched.

"There that's perfect for what I've got in mind," he laughed when he was done, and even if he hadn't chosen to pat my bum as it stuck out over the edge of the table, I'd been in a similar position often enough to know what he was up to.

I was left alone for a just a couple of minutes as Quinn went to get something with which he could spank me, which turned out to be a belt. A bit heavy looking belt, that I really wasn't exacting as it was one that looked like it was really going to sting.

This was an interesting turn of events, as so far, Quinn had only tied me up, albeit very tightly, and left me for ever longer durations of time. Now he was clearly going to spank me, and to do the job properly, yet even as he stood there, with the belt in his hand I could see he had doubt in his eyes, about whether he should actually do it or not.

He stood there for three of four minutes, no sure what to do while I lay where I was waiting to see what he would do.

From the angle my head was, flat on the table, I had a perfect view of his upper body, from where it was perfectly obvious what he wanted to do. The tent in the front of his sweat pants, wobbling back and forth just from the belt casually swinging in his hands, giving his entire game away, yet it wasn't until I nodded my concent that he dared to think he could actually do anything with it.

"Are you sure?" he asked, back in his normal little unsure boy voice, the demanding one from earlier now totally gone.

I, of course, had no voice at all, the ball stuffed and strapped into my mouth making sure of that, so all I could do was nod again.

MOving to stand behind me, but far enough to one side so that I could still see him, Quinn, pulled the belt back behind his head and let it fly.

CRACK!

The sound of the leather biting into my rear, echoed around the small kitchen, followed quickly by a gasp, that didn't come from me, but from Quinn, as a wide red mark appeared as if my magic on my backside.

CRACK!

Another blow followed a short time later, making me jolt against my bonds, and then Quinn got into his stride.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The blows came thick and fast, falling into a kind of rhythm of a steady beat, that even had it's own soundtrack. The CRACK! of the belt landing being preceded by a slight whistle as it flew through the air, whereas straight after there were rustling noises from my body moving against the table and the ropes that held me in place, and then whatever moans and groans made it out from behind the gag, as Quinn lined himself up for the next blow.

Most of the blows landed on the centre of my rear but an accidental blow to the backs of my upper thighs, would later give Quinn the idea to mix things up a bit aiming both high and low so that nothing was missed down there, leaving me with a surprisingly even redness that made it look as if I was wearing a pair of bright red shorts.

By the time Quinn's arm was too tired to belt me any more, I was laying on the table totally beaten – if you pardon the pun – the gag had proved to be a great idea, as if it hadn't been there then I really would have cried out, and not just from acting either as being hit with a belt really hurts. As it was, when Quinn had had enough, and left me there tied to the table I was actually crying real tears but at the same time I knew that he'd enjoyed it, and because of that we had entered yet another stage in our relationship. One that would, hopefully lay the path for some of the more outrageous stuff that my little cousin had written about in his not-so-secret book.

—11, 17 and 14 yo—

"I've got no trousers to wear to school," I explained to Seth when he asked why I wasn't ready for school on my first day back since my underwear had been changed for nappies.

"So," he laughed, looking down at the thick white padding around my waist and between my legs, "Do you think people will notice."

"Very funny!" I threw my pillow at him, an action that caused the plastic pants that was the only other thing I was wearing, to make some very noticeable noises, inadvertently making my cousin's joke even funnier.

"Don't worry about it Matty," Seth would eventually reassure me, "We'll get you something to wear before school, YOu'll just be a little late, that's all."

The morning went the way it usually went, just somewhat earlier than it would have done, had the new school term not re-start. I got up, removed my nappy and plastic pants before going to bathroom to do the more things every other boy did. Then, when I was all clean, I'd return to my bedroom lay down on a plastic changing mat, powder and oil myself – and deal with the effects doing that had on a teenage boy – and put on a new nappy, and clean plastic pants.

Sometimes Seth changed me but usually only if I was really wet or even dirty, and there was a danger of my making too much mess if I did it myself.

"Rory will be here soon," Seth told me when I made it down for breakfast, "Then we'll deliver your supplies to the school before it gets busy, and then shoot of to the store to get you some trousers big enough to cover up what you're wearing."

"And where will I be during this?"

"In the car, obviously. Don't worry no one will see you."

That I doubted given Seth's car – which he'd only had since he passed his test a couple of months earlier – was a long way from the massive tank of a thing that Mr. Ulric drove so plenty of other road users would be able to see me sitting there in my nappies. Still, it's not like I was going to complain about that was it. Not when just the idea was enough to make me stiffen up inside the warm soft folds of my nappy.

Anyway, so that was the plan, and it pretty much went down just like that. Rory turned up right on cue, giving me someone to walk behind as we got into the back of Seth's batter old banger of a car, and we headed off towards school to drop off what was now becoming know as Matt's Baby Bag containing my supplies. Naturally Rory and I stayed in the car while Seth did the honours, and that's when we saw one of the kids from Rory's classes coming down the road, right passed the car.

"Oh hi Rory, you not going to school?"

"Yeah, we'll be in later," Rory answered, trying to dismiss the kid. It didn't work as he'd already spotted something odd about the situation.

"Hey, why's he not wearing any trousers?"

I squirm a little in the seat but the vinyl covering, reacted noisily to the covering I was wearing, so I forced myself to sit still, and just pulled down the front of my shirt in the hopes of hiding what I was actually wearing.

"It's to help my brother," Rory explained quickly, giving the jest of what had been going on, but leaving out a lot of the details, namely just what it was that I was wearing. The problem was I was listening so carefully to what Rory was saying, ready to leap in at a moment's notice if things weren't going the way I wanted, that I let go of my shirt, and for a second, and my thickly padded groin, covered in plastic pants came into full view.

"He's wearing nappies?" stated the kid, in a voice that was just about loud enough to be heard on the moon.

There was nothing for it, I had to front it out so I confirmed what the kid already knew, which not surprisingly led him to ask a load of follow up questions, none of which we had the time to answer right then, so instead, I promised to tell him all about it later, as long as he didn't tell anyone.

"Okay!" he reluctantly agreed and you could see from his eyes that he was torn by the natural instinct of a first year to tell everyone a secret and the chance to find out even more juicy tidbits to what was, after all, a most unusual thing he was likely t see for a long time.

We told Seth what had happened when he returned to the car, but he just took the line that it was one person left that we'd have to tell, and that the kid would probably do us a favour if he spread it around that I was wearing nappies, assuming that is that he also told them why. Still there was no time to wonder about that now as we were on a tight schedule to get me some trousers and then back to school before we were late.

The school supply store was, not surprisingly not far from the school, only no one really ever got their uniform from there, as they had to be about the most expensive shop in the entire universe. Of course that also meant they'd be totally empty first thing on a Monday morning, which they were. Completely empty other than for an single assistant, who looked like he'd helped God pick out his school uniform.

"Ah yes," he mumbled when he saw us enter, "You called earlier. The 'husky' uniforms are this way."

"Husky?" whispered Rory, "Doesn't that mean 'fat'?"

"Yeah, well those with big bums anyway," I laughed as much as I could whilst still whispering, and giving my heavily padded rear, a slap.

"These should work, for your situation," the assistant handed over a pair of what looked like regular school uniform trousers, only with a rather large waist, which just as he'd predicted fit me perfectly. Well, if you ignored that my nappies came up a couple of inches higher than the waist of the trousers but there was little I could do about that, as going to school with my belt just under my nipples would probably have made me more of a laughing stock than wearing nappies. Possibly.

Tucking my polo shirt, and pulling the sweat shirt down, totally hid the exposed parts of the nappies, but one look in the mirror confirmed that even though they couldn't beseen it was still very obvious that I wasn't wearing regular boxers under my trousers. There was just too much of a rounded look still in my groin and across my rear. Surely no one could possible miss that. I hoped not.

The actual return to school was something of an anti-climax as lessons had already started, so Rory and I got to walk through deserted corridors, heading for our respective classrooms, making me all the more conscious of the noise my plastic pants were making, not that would be an issue when the other kids were about. Probably.

Being deferent ages, naturally Rory and I were in different classes so I was alone when I entered my own classroom. Naturally as soon as I did all eyes turned towards me, but I couldn't tell if that was because they knew or just the fact that I was late.

Odd thing was, no one said anything about that about my being late, which could have been down to me being the new kid still prone to getting lost in the school, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than that, as the eyes continued to follow me as I headed for my seat. Only they weren't looking at my face.

When I eventually did sit down, my suspicions were confirmed for my plastic pants gave a little crunching noise as I bent into the seat that shouldn't have meant anything to anyone, only, it gave rise to fair bit of sniggering to those sitting nearest too me.

Thankfully the teacher for that lesson was one of the old no-nonsense type who didn't allow any talking during the lesson, so no one dared say anything out loud, but I knew now that the kid who'd seen me in the car and squealed. The only question was, what was I going to do about it, if anything.

Lunchtime followed the lesson, and Rory was waiting for me outside the classroom, having himself heard the rumour that there was a fourth year kid in nappies. He came to offer me two choices, either I could front it out, and he would help explain why I was doing it – to help Tyler not the real reason obviously – or I could just stay where I was, and hide out until the next lesson. The latter wasn't really an option, as I'd got myself into this, just to see how others would react, so hiding away from them would rather defeat the object. So I opted to go to lunch.

This turned out to be slightly easier than I'd expected. Clearly Rory had already done some groundwork on my behalf, in telling people why I was wearing nappies, rather than letting them assume whatever it was that they wanted to assume, namely that I wanted to wear them. (Yeah, I know that's the truth but still!), so there wasn't so much open hostility as I'd have expected. Sure there were funny looks, and giggles from those we passed in the halls, and even a few jokes that occasionally bordered on funny, if not downright crude.

The school canteen was all self service so we had to queue up with the other kids, take a tray and then tell the staff behind the counter what we wanted. As usual there was a fair amount of pushing and shoving in the queue, but a fair bit of it did seem to be aimed at me, and I received more than my fair share of pokes, pats, and probes, all of which were aimed squarely at my bum, not that I got to feel most of them, due to the level of padding in that area, but which went a long was to confirm the rumours, I'm sure.

After we got our lunch we found a couple of empty chairs in the corner where we could eat in relative peace, facing the rest of the room which would keep the stares down. At bit.

We stayed in the canteen until the bell went, and then hung back before heading off to classes again, but this time I was careful not to let myself be the last one there, and apparently the novelty had worn off, or else the kids in this class just didn't care that I was wearing nappies, which was something of a disappointment so I decided to up the anti somewhat by using my nappies.

I'd become aware that I needed to wee, whilst still in the canteen, but having a wee there, with all that food around, and people still eating didn't seem the right thing to do. Plus there were just too many eyes watching me to have got away with it without causing a major fuss, which I really didn't want. Yet, sitting in the back row of a Maths classroom, where everyone looked bored, was a much more suitable location to wet myself. Well, other than the toilets obviously.

Even as I felt the need to wee grow, I had doubts about what I was doing, as there were still risks attached even if I was wearing nappies. I mean, would someone hear what I was doing? Would the nappies hold it all? Would the plastic pants leak? Would the smell get out? None of these things had happened before, but when you get up to as many things as I do, it's always best to be on the safe side, and think things through.

When it happened it was almost an non-event. With all my experience I was well versed with how to wet a nappy. I took it carefully. Wetting just a bit at a time so that the nappy would have as long as possible to soak up my wee, before I gave it some more. This way there was less chance of overflowing, and I still got to enjoy the sensation of the warm wetness between my legs for even longer So. You know. Bonus.

There was a fair bit of spreading around between my legs, which I could easy by opening my legs under the desk, and scooting forward on the chair so that part of my nappy hung off the front. Reclining like this, was something a lot of the kids in the class were doing, as they listened to the teacher droning on, so nothing looked out of place, as I filled my nappy up.

When it was all done, I resisted the temptation to let out the sort of long sigh, that normally accompanied a good long wee, as that would have surely given the game away. Even so I wasn't as relaxed as I could have been for there were still some worries in my head as to whether there would be wet spots on my trousers when I stood up at the end of the lesson.

I gave myself a quick visual check but with the 'husky' trousers being black and the classroom slightly dull I couldn't be sure. The best bet would have been to have a feel up there as no way I was going to be rubbing my groin in the middle of a school maths lesson. The last thing I wanted to was to have people think numbers made me want to wank!!

By the end of the lesson I was feeling all cold and clammy and while that is what Maths really does for me, it was more due to the wee drying out in my nappy. Thankfully break was up next, before the last lesson of the day, which gave me the perfect opportunity to experience my first nappy change at school.

Seth was waiting for me outside the Maths classroom, although I had no idea how he got there so fast, given that the classroom he'd just been in was right on the other side of the school, but there he was, trying to look all cool and calm, as the older kids from my class pushed right passed him as if he didn't even exist. Such is school life.

"What to spend break with me?" he asked giving me the perfect chance to ask him for a favour.

"You wet yourself?" He gave me a glance up and down, even bending his head around my side to check the rear view, "You can't tell. Are you sure you want a change?"

"Yeah!" I said, following up with some better safe than sorry comment.

"Okay, guess we're going to have to do it sooner of later. Just hope the nurse has everything set up. But we'll have to be quick. Come on."

The afternoon break was little more than an extended classroom change over. Only fifteen minutes long, there really wasn't enough time to do anything which just left the corridors filled with kids who had nothing to do and nowhere to go which made getting through them to the nurse's room much more tricky than it should have been.

"Phew I thought we'd never get here! Good job it wasn't an emergency," Rory sighed as we slipped inside the door, closing it behind us.

Normally kids aren't allowed in the nurses's room, but due to the 'special' thing I was doing, we had been given special permission not just to be in there but to be in there on our own. Mrs. Ulric having gone into battle for me, not have the nurse change me, using the very logically argument that as I wasn't wearing nappies for a medical reason then I didn't need a medical person to do anything. The nurse had countered with the stranded, not allowed to do anything on our own, speech, but Mrs. Ulric wasn't having that either, rightly thinking that I'd hardly want a spectator standing there while I got naked, as part of the changing process. The compromise that was reached is the reason Rory was allowed in with me supposedly just to check I didn't kill myself while I changed my nappy, but in reality he was going to be doing the changing.

"Right then, we'd best get down to it. Your nappies should be around here somewhere."

It didn't take long to find them as they were in a cupboard that was a bit too clearly marked with not just what was inside but my name as well. So much for keeping it quiet. Still everyone probably knew anyway, so no need to worry about that as I hoped myself up onto the examination table so we could get started.

"Lie down!"

I did has Rory suggested, even though that stupid paper they put on examination tables, got all crunched up in under my shoulders, but I put up with that as Rory put a fresh nappy down beside me and started on changing me.

Down came the 'husky' school trousers with just a hop of my bum, where the slid right the way over my feet where even my bulky school trainers couldn't stop them. Rory just kicked them to the sides as he peeled down the plastic pants to expose the nappy beneath.

"You don't look too wet, are you sure you want to be changed," he asked, but even as he said the words he was already unfastening the nappy, so the question was somewhat pointless.

Once my nappy was opened at the front, Rory went into automatic mode, taking wipes from the provided packet, to give me a quick once around in the effect area. Professionally he ignored my body's reaction to the attention it was receiving, before he did something that really surprised me.

In order to remove the nappy, instead of asking me to raise my hips from the table, he just grabbed both my feet in one of his hands and lifted them right up in the air. This had the same effect as if I'd raised my hips, allowing him to not just pull the used nappy from under me with one hand but to in an almost flawless motion slide the new one back in its place.

I was still gasping at what he'd done, when he my legs were lowered back down again, and he was sprinkling some powder between my legs before fastening the new nappy up again.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" I gasped as he was putting my feet back into my trousers.

"That's how Mum always used to do it when Tyler was younger. It's much faster than the other way, although Tyler's too much of a fidget to have that done that way now. You're not though."

"Yeah. I guess!" I spluttered out, as slid myself from the table, Rory holding my trousers so as I dismounted, I sort of fell into them, like some sort of super hero. He even fastened them which was just as well as my mind was all over the place with new thoughts about what had just happened. Having my legs lifted up like that had made me feel really helpless, and even more babyish. Both of these things being, obviously great, at least as far as I was concerned.

Then, if all that wasn't enough, as we exited the nurses' room, Rory went and gave me a pat on the bum. He probably didn't mean anything by it, but it was just like something a baby sitter would do to a little kid to get them to get a move on. Of course, on me it resulted in a lot more plastic rustling that caused a few heads to turn in our direction. Some of these heads, no doubt able to put two and two together as to what was making the sound, and why we were coming out of the nurses' room.

Yes, going to school in nappies was going to be very interesting indeed.

—13 yo boy and girl—

The bell sounded for the start of the morning break and I was waiting right where I'd been told to wait like a good little boy, and for the moment at least I was still a boy but obviously the chances were very high that I wouldn't remain that way for too long. And that was what happened.

I was standing to the side of a couple of doors neither of which I was paying all that much attention to, as I was too busy staring at a third door opposite me as that's where I expected Bailey to appear, only the head girl came from a totally different direction that through me completely.

The door to the right of me opened suddenly a hand coming out to grab my elbow, and then pull me inside before I had half an idea what was going on. I didn't even get the chance to let out any sort of sound before I found myself facing a door that had just closed behind me.

Turning I found myself to be in a small cupboard of some sort, staked high with the sort of supplies you could only dream about in a state school, but which were all just here for the taking, only no one would dream of taking them. Not in a posh school like this. There were though other things that did go on as I only knew too well, just as the person who had bought me into the room did.

"Hi Matthew glad you could join us," Bailey said, looking so much like her brother that not for the first time, I had to risk a quick look down to see if she was wearing a skirt or trousers as that was just about the only way it was possible to tell the two of them apart given they were about as identical as twins could be, when one was male and the other female.

There was one question on my mind and that was the naturally one as to why I had been dragged into the closet but I didn't need to actually ask it as the answer was right there in front of me, hanging from one of the shelves.

A few minutes later the door of the storeroom opened again and Bailey allowed me to step through first, so she could check the way I looked from the back as well as the front. What a sight I must have looked, if not totally out of the place amongst the other kids that swarmed up and down the corridor, paying me even less attention than they had when I'd been wearing my own clothes, which wasn't that surprising given that I was dressed like them. Well half of them anyway.

My own basic jeans and t-shirt had been replaced by a long pleated woolen skirt which came down very nearly to my knees. Underneath that my boxers had been exchanged – with my back turned to Bailey obviously – with a pair of thick winter knickers, but they weren't in that much danger of being seen as I was also wearing a pair of thick tights that made my legs look long, and slender.

The top half of my body was encased in an off white blouse covered by an odd sort of tie that was only at the throat, under the collar in a sort of bow that wasn't really a bow. Under that though I wore an actual bra, albeit a small one, but one that had to be stuffed with several wads of tissue paper to give me the appearance of very slight breasts, that I have to admit I had trouble keeping my eyes off, as I just wasn't used to them.

To finish my outfit I was wearing a pair of flat girl's shoes that were surprisingly comfortable to walk in, unlike the rest of the outfit which was rather too much for the warmth of the day.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I was assorted in a direction I hadn't gone before.

"To my class of course," Bailey, replied, her arm slotted into mine, in what appeared such a natural way for two girls to walk but which wouldn't have been allowed had it been more obvious I was boy. Well more obvious I guess, as I still had a very obvious boy's hair cut, and face. At least I thought my face looked like a boy, although in the get up I was wearing, who could be sure?

"Oh wait," Bailey suddenly smiled which in the limited time I'd known her and her brother, I'd come to realise was never a good thing, "You thought I was going to take you back to the little rug-rats class again. No way. This time you're coming to my class for double history."

My mouth dropped open, but I didn't get a chance to say anything before we apparently arrived at our location and once more I found myself being pulled sideways by the elbow, this time into an empty classroom at the end of the corridor.

Without a further word I was walked down the centre isle to the very back row where I was pushed into a double desk in the corner. Naturally Bailey took the seat next to me, but only after she's made sure the window blind was all the way up, giving me a perfect view of the entire playground just through the glass and, at the same time, any one out there could have seen me too.

It was still break time, so there were a lot of people milling about outside, some of whom turned in my direction every now and again, but although there were a few double takes, and even some staring, once people caught sight of the head girl sitting beside me they quickly turned away and got on with their business leaving me in relative peace. That didn't last though, once the bell went for a second time.

Soon those people that had been outside started to be not just inside, but inside the same room I was in. They were the oldest kids in the school, confident, and louder than their younger counterparts, and not the least bit shy about laughing at the site before them, of an obvious boy dressed as a girl. Yet they too, didn't make the sort of fuss you have expected no doubt due to Bailey sitting there.

For a moment I was a little scared that the other Bailey would turn up, but clearly, the twins didn't share all the same classes as it wasn't long before the teacher entered the room and closed the door behind her.

Now I should have been worried here, as teachers in posh schools aren't always known for their sense of humour, and sure enough this one looked like she was chewing a wasp. However, she also had on the sort of glasses that would be rejected as jam jar bottoms for being too thick, and given the way she tended to feel her way around her desk, clearly looking at stuff wasn't her best point.

Sitting behind her desk she pulled out the register, but instead of taking it herself, called out for Bailey to do it, whilst at the same time, giving the big floppy book to a totally different looking girl who happened to be sitting in the front row.

Clearly this wasn't much of a surprise, and totally explained why Bailey had chosen this class for me to play dress up in. Well that and that there was no work to do.

That's right. A big posh school like this one, with all the kids in their final year before moving on to some even bigger and no doubt even posher school and just like so many classes that I'd legitimately attended, the teacher just told the kids to get on with 'something' and then pulled out some knitting that she continued to do for the rest of the lesson.

Of course, the difference between this school and those I'd gone to is that when told to work on their own, a lot of the kids actually did. Pulling out text books, and writing essays and the like. There were some that passed notes, but no one talked, although this could have had to do with the old girl, having the hearing of a bat, as well as the eyes of one.

I on the other hand, and nothing to do but sit there. Bailey, got a few notes, passed to her which she answered before passing them back. Most were about me, obviously, but I don't actually know what she said as I couldn't read them from my position, due to the sun light streaming through the window, which was giving me problems of my own.

Everyone else in the class was in shirt sleeves, and most of those were rolled up, but mine was buttoned tightly to the top, and then there was the thick woolen tights that were starting to make my legs sweat, along with the rest of my body.

At one point I did attempt to tug open the window, but it had been clamped shut at the top and there was no way I could reach that without clambering up on to the table, and even the blindest teacher would have noticed that, so that was a total no-not

Bailey smiled at my attempts to get some air, but did nothing other that totally ignore me for the next thirty minutes or so while I got hotter and hotter, with a sudden urge to go to the toilet creeping up on me.

Normally when a boy wants to prevent himself from going to the toilet he can squeeze his legs together but if I did that in what I was wearing, I just pressed the weirdly itchy knickers into my boy parts, that was most uncomfortable.

Ten minutes later and going for a wee was all I could think about, as there was just nothing to take my mind off it, and I knew I was going to have to do something about it.

"Bailey," I whispered, "I need to go to the toilet."

"Yeah, I guessed that," she smiled, a smile that sent shivers down my back, before offering a solution, "If you need to go, you need to ask the teacher, to be excused. Think you can risk it?"

It wasn't something I had to think about. It was either that or sit in a puddle. So no sooner had Bailey given me the option than I was sticking my arm up in the air and shrieking the time honoured "Miss, Miss!" to get attention.

"What is it girl?" came the reply, which resulted in more laughter than the simple misidentification of my gender by a near blind teacher warranted. It also meant I had to wait a little bit longer before I could ask my question.

"I need to go to the toilet miss."

"Well go on then," the teacher waved her hand towards the door without looking up from her knitting, "You're a big girl now, you can go on your own."

I was out of there just as quick as I could, and not from the humiliation of leaving a room while being laughed at as I rather liked that. No it was either make a hasty exit or wet myself.

I hit the corridor at near a full run, pounding down it pumping my arms in a very un-girly way, but which would hopefully get me to wear I was going before my bladder burst.

As I ran, I peered at every door I passed looking for one displaying the magic symbol that would allow me to relevel myself. When I spotted it I virtually spun around on the spot, and flew through the door, heading directly for the one long urinal that it universal to any sort of school. Even before I arrived at it, my skirt was hiked up to my waist, with the tights and knickers going in the other direction so I could empty myself as soon as possible.

"What the heck are you doing?" came a loud voice behind me, causing me to turn even though I was still in the middle of my long awaited wee. One that wasn't going to stop now it had finally started.

Standing there, directly behind both me and the door, was Bailey. No not the one I'd left in the classroom but the other one. Her brother. The head boy, the first of the siblings to get me dressed up and the one that was now looking at me with an incredulous look on his face.

"The girl's toilets are next door," he started to say, but stopping when he saw what I was using to empty my bladder. "Well, well, what do we have here."

"I can explain," I said, although I wasn't so sure that I could.

"Yes, I think you should. BUt back in the prefect's room I think, not here."

After I'd finished doing what I'd come to do, the boy Bailey – as he was called around the school – escorted me down to the room where I'd first encountered him which gave me time to make up something that would allow me to have a little bit of fun, but not expose to him just what I'd been getting up to with his sister even though that was pretty much the same thing as I'd been doing with him. But still.

"Interesting," he said when I'd finished my tale of being dared into dressing up like a girl and trying to sneak into the school, only to be caught short and picking the wrong – or right – toilet, which I ended in the only way I knew to guaranteed to get me what I wanted. A plea for him not to tell my parents.

"I should tell them," he said, just like I knew he would, as it was just what he'd said last time too,

"No please don't," I begged,

"I should though. It's my duty," Bailey said smugly, from behind the small table he clearly thought of as his desk.

"No please. Can't you punish me instead."

"I guess I could," the thirteen year old pretended to ponder, even though we both knew he'd already made up his mind. He just had to make a show off doing it for some reason. "Okay then, I will. Lean over the desk."

Doing as I was instructed, I wasn't surprised to find my skirt picked up and tucked up on my back, although I was a little surprised when my tights and then my knickers were pulled down, to a point just below the cheeks of my bum, which was now bare and ready for the spanking that was clearly coming its way.

SMACK!

The first blow wasn't long in coming, and soon it was joined by more of the same.

SMACK!

Blows which got faster and faster and harder and harder, as if there was one thing that both the Bailey's were good at it was spanking, and seemingly spanking me in particular.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tears formed, flesh got hotter, bottoms got sore, all the regular things that always happened when I got a spanking, including an excitement that we both got to enjoy, although Bailey probably more so than me, at this early stage. My enjoyment would come later when I got to look back at what had happened. For now I just had to endure the pain that was causing my bottom to feel like it was on fire.

Sooner than I expected it was over but I wasn't allowed to dress just yet as Bailey told me to remain just where I was.

"You took your punishment like a good little girl," he said, before offering me a reward in the form of a tub of soothing ointment that he took from the top drawer of his desk.

Scooping out a large amount onto his fingers, Bailey then surprisingly gently applied the cream in equal amounts to both of my buttocks.

A gasp escaped from my mouth as this was surprisingly soothing, the cool cream almost instantly cooling the fire in my well spanked flesh and if that had been as far as things had gone then it would have been good, but there was one more trick the male Bailey twin had up his sleeve. His finger.

Almost, but not quite, by accident, a freshly creamed up finger, slipped from my buttocks into the central crack and from there towards the hole in the middle. For a brief second it pushed at the outside and then slipped all the way inside my back passage before it was pulled back out again.

For a moment I continued to lay there albeit with a somewhat surprised look on my face wondering what Bailey was going to do next, but he did nothing. He'd just blatantly fingered the bum hole of a boy dressed in girl's clothes, and that was it. He didn't even talk about what he done. Or mention it at all. Making me wonder if it had been an accident, only to dismiss that option as there's no way his finger could have gone that far up my bum by accident. But then why hadn't he don't anything else. It just didn't make sense.

Then the bell went for the end of the lesson and I understood everything. There just hadn't been enough time for him to do anything else. Perhaps next time there would be. I'd make sure of that.

—14, 10 and 9 yo—

"We need to get everything set up before the guests arrive this afternoon," Gerry was telling me as his brothers slowly wondered into the room, sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me to serve them as usual.

It was the day of Ian's birthday party and the little lad was about as excited as a nine year old could be, and not just because it was his birthday, but that it was being held outside in the garden, and because, he would be able to show me off in all my nude glory as I waited on him and his friends.

For the next couple of hours I carried chairs into the garden, setting them up around a folding table, that I'd covered in a cheep throwaway table cloth – these were young lads after all so it wasn't expected to last the day without being ruined by something or other – and then covered with bowls of crisps, piles of biscuit and basically anything that contained enough sugar to keep a bunch of little lads stuffing it into their mouths.

"That's good," Gerry said once he'd expected everything I'd none. "Now let's get you ready for the party."

For half a moment I thought I was going to get to wear some clothes, but that wasn't going to happen as it went right against the rules I'd drawn up for my punishment. However, Gerry did have something I could wear, which turned out to be a small white cap, like the sort an old fashioned maid would have worn.

That wasn't all I was wearing of course, as I still had on the chastity device locked around the base of my private parts that stopped them from being very private at all, as they both raised them up and pushed them forward while at the same time, keeping them locked down tight into a little ball with which I could do nothing but wee, and then only if I was sitting down if I didn't want to make a mess that I'd have to clear up.

"Right here's what we want you to do Matt," Gerry gave me my instructions once his brother's had had a good giggle at my new uniform, "When the guests arrive, you will answer the door, and then bring them back here to the party, where you'll offer them drinks and food etc."

There was a question ready to be asked on my lips but I knew I had to wait until Gerry had finished speaking before I got to say anything, although as it happened he preempted it. "This is a no adult party so all the guests will arrive on their own, or they've been told they won't be allowed in, as Ian doesn't want any little kids at his party."

"No way I don't," muttered the birthday boy.

There was a bit more work for me to do before the doorbell rang for the first time, and I went to answer it, holding my breath somewhat as I pulled it open, half expecting adults to be standing there, when instead there were just two boys the same age as Ian, who stared wide eyed at the naked teenager in front of them.

"Welcome to the party," I announced in my best official voice, "Please follow me to the garden where refreshments are going to be served."

Neither boy said anything, but they did come in off the front door step, allowing me to close the door, and they did follow me through the house, although as soon as my back was turned I heard one of them mutter a "He's naked!" to his friend, as if the other boy wouldn't have noticed I had very nearly everything hanging out.

"His bum wiggles," replied the other, which made them both giggle in the way only little boys could at something like that. However they both went silent when we reached the garden, trying to keep up the pretense that they weren't bothered by my nudity in front of their friends. A theme that would continue as the next few people arrived.

Four or five times I answered the door, with each one going pretty much the same as the first occasion had. There were a few variations. On the second trip one of the lads following me, patted my bum, while on the fourth trip, the lad on the doorstep asked directly about the cage around my genitals.

"I'm being punished," I told him.

"Oh," he said, one hand subconsciously going to the fly of his own trousers, "While the other started to reach out for the chastity device I was wearing, before the sound of a car driving past on the other side of the high hedge bordering the road, changed his mind.

All the guests had now arrived, so I no longer had to listen out for the doorbell, turning my full attention to the new task of serving the lads their food and drink, which mostly involved passing round the bowls of food until they were empty, and filling up their cups so they didn't get empty.

NOt surprisingly most of the topics of conversation were about me, and just why I was naked, with Ian given centre stage to explain about the situation I'd found myself, without of course, mentioning that I'd engineered the entire thing myself, given that he and his brothers didn't actually know that. He explained about how I was naked all the time, how he could spank me whenever he wanted. The purpose of the cage I wore, preventing me from wanking, and that if he wanted he could wank me off, the revelation of which caused an oddly mixed reaction for the party goer with some clearly interested while other's looked concerned, or even excited by something to do with that. Or it could have been to do with them being told that they could do anything they wanted to me, as long as I wasn't hurt.

From that point on, serving the drinks and food got a little more interesting, as whenever I came within reach of one of the lads, they seemed to feel the need to explore whichever parts of my body were within their reach, which given that my privates were off limits, mostly meant pinching, squeezing or even just stroking my bum, which made pouring drinks somewhat tricky I can tell you. And yet highly exciting at the same time.

"Hey he weed on my hand," yelped a little red headed lad, who up until a second earlier had his fingers poking me between the legs.

"Let me see," Gerry stepped forward, to see the drop on the back of the kid's pale hand, quickly identifying it as what it was, pre-cum, rather than actual wee. This though led to a bit more explanation as clearly the kid didn't have any older brothers, so didn't know what it was. A few minutes later he did, and he was very keen to see for himself just what it was used for.

"I can show you, cos it's my birthday," Ian told him before checking with his big brother that this was actually true. Which it was.

A minute or so later and Gerry had a small key which he used to remove the chastity device from between my legs. The instant that he did, I got the hardest, biggest erection that anyone had ever had in the world, ever. Well perhaps not, but it sure felt like to me, as it was the first one I had in more than a week, and for a teenage boy that just ain't natural. Yet it wasn't mine to play with, but apparently one of Ian's birthday presents.

Doing just as his oldest brother told him, Ian's small hand closed around the base of my erection. A tight grip was ensured around the bottom, while the fingers were slightly looser further up, making it easier for the birthday boy to perform a milking motion on me, that soon had me moaning despite myself.

"You all had better step back unless you want to get some on you," Gerry warned, the crowd gathered around me, explaining what stuff, where it would come from, and why it was there in the first place.

"If you wanted it to come out faster, Ian could put his hand under Matt's nuts and tickle him there, but I don't think we'll be needed that today."

Gerry was right on all counts. If that had happened I'd have come faster, but I was already coming fast enough as it was, given that Ian was pumping away like a trooper, pulling my erection down and milking each and every stroke until there was no going back.

My head lolled back on my shoulders, my legs went funny, and the next thing was that all the little lads were cheering as I came. All except Ian who was none to pleased about just how much mess he got on his hand.

The relief didn't last long, as even while I was still recovering from my first ejaculation in over a week, Gerry was already pushing my privates back into the small half-ball like pouch, that was locked around them preventing me from having more of what I'd just experienced.

Thankfully I was given a bit of a break to get my breath back by the only person there mature enough to know just how much such an activity can take out of a teenage boy, when Gerry sent me into the house to get some more refills of drinks and snacks.

By the time I returned to the garden party, the lads were still talking about what had happened, with Ian taking centre stage, explaining how things worked down there for an older boy. Not everything he said was entirely accurate but it was his birthday so no one had the heart to correct him. However there was some doubt about some of the things he said, as to his peers, they just sounded so far fetched.

"I can prove it," Ian snapped at them before turning to me, "Hey Matt, why don't you sit down for a minute?"

"I'm not allowed," I stated simply, knowing full well what he was on about.

"You can," he turned to his mates, "But only in one chair like I told you" Then back to me, "GO get your chair, and bring it out here."

It took me a few minutes to do as I was told for the chair was an awkward thing to carry what with the peg on the seat. Of course there was also something of a delay while I made sure the peg was all greased up, and ready for when Ian wanted me to continue the demonstration, which as I rightly suspected wasn't too long in coming.

"Put your chair here!" the birthday boy informed me, pointing to a spot right in the middle of where his friends were gathered, once more with their eyes slightly bulging as they took in the peg sticking up from the seat.

"Now sit on it."

I think Ian was half expecting me to complain, or perhaps he wanted me to just so he could make more of a show for his friends, but I didn't say anything just did as I was told, which probably impressed the younger kids more.

I'd been sitting on the peg for over a week, so during that time I'd got the art of sitting on it down to a very fine art indeed. All it took was a matter of spreading my legs at just the right angle around the front of the chair, and then lowering myself down until I could feel the tip of the peg, brush on my bum. Now if I'd got the angle dead right the peg would be right at my bum hole, but if not then I'd need to adjust my position until it was. This could lead to some of the lubricant being rubbed of so naturally that was something I attempted to avoid doing as much as possible. then once everything was lined up, it was just a matter of lowering myself down, whilst using my internal muscles to open things up.

"Wow!" said the party guests once I was fully seated down on the chair with the peg all the way up inside me. Well they didn't all say 'wow' but that was the basic gist of what they meant.

"Spread your legs so they can see," Ian still attempted to remain in charge, making me push my knees further apart which did put a bit more weight down on the peg, but nothing I wasn't used to. "If you kneel down between his legs you can see the peg going right into Matt's bum hole."

None of the party guests seemed all that keen on doing that, even though they'd all been trying to sneak a peak, but then little boys can be weird like that, I guess. They did, however have questions of their own.

"How long does he have to sit on that thing?" was one that got an answer.

"until I tell him he can get up. There's even straps to make sure he can't get up until I let him."

The boys were naturally interested in that, so Ian told Heath to go get the straps which very nearly got him a smack around the back of the head from his middle brother, until Gerry offered to do, but only because it was Ian's birthday.

A few minutes later and my legs were strapped to the legs of the chair, still in the spread wide position, while my hands were strapped around behind the chair back. A position that left me pretty much unable to move, and very exposed. Something young Ian was bound to take advantage off. With any luck.

Disappointingly, for me nothing happened much happened once I was on the chair. The boys soon lost interest and then seemed to totally forget about me, even though I was sitting right there. Well, they did until it was time to clear up. Only then was I allowed up from the chair, and told to put everything away, which wasn't quite the ending to the afternoon that I'd been hoping for. But then sometimes you don't always get what you want. Do you?

—11 and three 10 yo—

"Hey I know what we can do today," Karl burst into the room holding a small leaflet in his hand, "We can go here?"

"A costume show," ready Jody.

"It's not a show it's an exhibition. They'll have loads of clothes there from different years that we could go and look at and even try on if you want."

Jody had one word to say, "Why?"

"For the play," replied Karl, just like he did to just about anything he was asked, and with good reason as the performances of my first time on stage as a girl were starting to get really close now.

"And how is looking at loads of old clothes going to help with the play?" asked Jody totally forgetting that cubs aren't meant to be sarcastic.

"It would help with Matilda's… I mean… Matt's costume."

"Haven't we already sorted out what he's going to wear?"

"Yeah, but there might be other things there. You know that other people could wear in the show. You don't know and anyway, aren't we meant to support local stuff like that. Culture and stuff."

The look on Jody's face made it as clear as anything that he didn't want to go, but the one on Karl's said the exact opposite and there I was stuck right in the middle. Not that I really cared one way or the other, although another day out as a girl at somewhere where there was zero chance of seeing other boys, did sound like my sort of fun. So I came up with a compromise.

"Jody, you don't have to come if you don't want to. One of Karl's sisters could give us a lift, and what trouble could we get into at a costume show?"

"It's an exhibition!" Protested Karl, before Jody replied, which only ensured the older boy wasn't going to be seen dead there, and left the way clear for the pair of us.

That settled it. Karl and I would go with a couple of his sisters, who wanted to go themselves anyway, and I would be dressed up, as usual, so I could practise being a girl. Or at least that's what Karl said as he got out the cornflower blue dress for me to wear. He even helped me into it, buttoning it up the back and tying the sash belt thing into a large bow at the back. The look finished off with white ankle socks and black t-bar shoes along with a couple of white ribbons tied into my hair. The latter not being an easy task, as my hair really wasn't that long. At least not long for a girl. Still it all helped with image I was trying to project of a nice young girl, where butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Even if she did have an erection nearly the entire time.

We drove into town with the sisters sitting in front, talking about whatever it is that older girls talk about, while I sat in the back with Karl for the short journey. Parking was easy almost right outside the town's museum that was hosting the exhibition, so there was no distance to be covered until we were inside where it would seemed that we were the only people under sixty.

A women ironically wearing a terrible council uniform, pounced almost as soon as we were inside: "Good to see some young people here," she said, speaking overly loudly as if she were doing some sort of guided tour which I guess is what she usually did do. "We'd love to have a nice young boy and girl try on some of our clothes if you two would be interested."

The sisters giggled a bit at that, but I was proud to be taken totally as a girl without the slightest hint of suspicion on the lady's part. However I was sure Karl wouldn't be seen dead dressing up, or perhaps I should have know better.

"We'd love to, wouldn't we Matilda?" he said, giving my hand a squeeze so I wouldn't complain. An action that the lady took to be something completely different.

"Oh bless. That's so sweet. Well if you two, want to pick something that matches that would be even better."

"Yes Please," Karl bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, actually swinging my hand in a way that was as natural as it was creepy especially considering what he said next, "Matilda loves to dress up. Don't you Matilda?"

"Er yeah. I do," I replied when nudged from behind by one of the sisters.

"That's fantastic," enthused the lady, "Do you have any idea what sort of clothes you would like to try?"

Again Karl jumped right in there, "Something Victorian. With a corset and a bonnet. Matilda has always wanted to wear those."

IT was news to me but never mind that as Karl was on a roll.

"And I could wear something with knickerbockers, or a sailor suit. Have you got a sailor suit?"

The lady actually clapped her hands with pleasure at that suggestion, while Karl's sisters were much too stunned to say anything at their little brother's antics.

"We only have the one changing room, I'm afraid, but there's a curtain down the middle so you won't be embarrassed. Just pop in and try on what you want. The clothes are in historical order so the Victorian ones should be near the far end. When you are done, if you could just come and see me, as I would like to see what you choose," The lady finished her instructions by telling us where she would be when we were done, and then she left us too it.

The four of us went into the changing room, but it was soon clear who was in charge and it wasn't either of the sisters, despite their best efforts to keep Karl on the boys' side of the room.

"We'll need some boots," he suggested sending one sister off to find some that would fit me, while he set about getting me out of the costume I was already wearing, but only down to the knickers, which was something as there was still one sister in the room with us.

"Bloomers first," my own personal dresser selecting a pair from the rack and holding them open so I could guide my legs into them. There was no elastic back in Victorian times so the bloomers could only be tightened by threads at the back that had to be laced up. Karl doing that, without being told, or having the instructions or anything.

The bloomers had legs that came down to just below my knees, where they were so narrow that there was no way they could have been pulled any higher, which was clearly going to make walking difficult and running impossible. I guess Victorian girls just didn't run anywhere.

"Now the corset," Karl picked up something that was several shades from being white, had laces and string everywhere, and some tough looking panels at the side. This I soon learnt went around my waist from both sides, and clipped together at the front. But that wasn't the end of it, as the tricky bit came next.

Standing behind me, Karl started to pull the laces wrapped around the corset tighter and tighter. As he did so the boned corset began to constrict my waist more and more, pulling and pushing it inwards, making it smaller and smaller, whilst at the same time making it tricky for me to breath.

"That should do," Karl announced, just as I thought I was going to be turned into a match stick man, or girl anyway. Karl quickly knotting the cords into little bows. Then it was time for the dress itself.

It was a mass of pink silk like material with short puffy sleeves and a high stiff collar around the neck. This I found out totally stopped the person wearing it from lowering their face, or looking down at all. As once it was on, all I could do was stare straight ahead. The dress, like everything else, had no buttons, just laces at the back, which once I had my arms inside the sleeves did make it feel rather like a straight jacket, especially when the sister came back with the boots for me to try on.

Sitting down in a Victorian dress is no easy feet I can tell you. There is material everywhere, and all laced up like I was around the middle I couldn't bend over, or even look down, so Karl had to guide me to the chair and then help me bend into it before slipping around in front of me and stuffing me feet into these tiny looking boots that came up to the middle of my shins, with buttons all the way up that took forever to fasten even with the aid of a buttonhook.

"How's that?" Karl asked his face beaming at what he saw, although I wasn't so sure. Okay so I looked rather good in the dress – or any dress I was starting to think – but I could barely breath enough to say anything. Not that it mattered as Karl wasn't done yet.

"Oh wait don't say anything yet. We forgot the bonnet."

The bonnet looked like part of the Sydney Opera house, only bigger. Once it was jammed on my head – and that's the only way to put how Karl put it on me – with the broad ribbons tied tightly under my chin to keep it there, the wide forward pointing sides, meant that I could only see what was directly in front of me. Making it a great idea that the Victorians didn't have cars back then, or else all their little girls would have been run over when crossing the road.

"Wow! YOu look great Matt… Matilda!" gushed the sisters like girls of any age are going to do when faced with someone much prettier than them. Mind you, Karl's reaction was probably worse.

"You're the epitome of a demure little girl," the ten year old said, leading to everyone else in the room to stare at him opened mouthed, as those really aren't the words you expect to come out of the mouth of a little cub scout.

Sensing that we were, perhaps onto him, Karl made a hasty retreat back into the boys side of the changing room, leaving us to listen to the sounds of him apparently ripping himself out of his standard jeans and t-shirt and into the costume he'd chosen for himself.

When Karl re-emerged it was my turn to go "Wow!" as he was now wearing a pair of white knickerbockers, that gathered at his knees, but flared out just about everywhere else. On his feet were white plimsolls – the same ones he'd worn earlier – white knee socks that came up to the bottom of the knickerbockers. The shirt would have been a simple long sleeved t-shirt were it not for the nautical piping, and the sailor flap at the back, while on his head was a navy style cap.

"You look so cute!" his sister's turned their gushing onto him, which should have embarrassed him, but it didn't. He just smiled, and walking up to me asked if he could take my hand for a perambulation, which turned out to be a walk, out into the main part of the exhibition.

Not surprising the lady in charge of the display nearly had heart failure when she saw the two of us, but in a good way. If you can have a good heart failure? Anyway, she made all he same noises that the sisters had, only louder and for longer, which soon drew a crowd over to us. Well okay it was only about a dozen people but apparently that was a crowd in a small town museum.

For the next hour or so, Karl and I got to stroll around the exhibition being shown off to anyone and everyone who happened to be there, while the lady, went over and over the details of our costumes, paying particular attention to the corsets I was wearing, and always ending by asking me how uncomfortable they were. Which they were, but as the time went on I did sort of get used to them, as I was used to being somewhat restricted in my movements from some of my other adventures. Still I couldn't help but grin and agree whenever the lady mentioned that the clothes I was wearing were different from what I was used to wearing.

Eventually we had to leave the exhibition as the sisters had some plans that just couldn't be changed, so we headed back to the changing rooms where I was relieved to be able to breath once more, but I think Karl was rather disappointed that he couldn't continue for longer. Which was interesting.

—15 yo—

I was already awake when Cole came to fetch me as I was getting really excited about the day we had planned. My first outing in public dressed as a helpless little baby, and if everything went according to plan no one would be any the wiser. Well Cole and I would be, but no one else would.

"Ready to get dressed?" my cousin asked, when he saw I was awake, going straight over to the cupboard that held my special clothing, and fetching everything we would need, which he laid out on the side, where I could see them, as he took care of my overnight needs.

Kicking my legs as much as I could I removed the bedclothes from covering me, before sliding myself to the edge of my bed, where I put my feet down onto the ground, but didn't stand up just yet, as the soles of the sleeper I was locked into had been removed, so there was only fleece there now, which became very slippy making it impossible for me to walk. That of course being the reason I'd done it.

"Looking forward to your day out, Baby Matty?" Cole asked, even though he knew I couldn't actual answer him due to the dummy in my mouth. Smiling to himself, he carefully removed the padlock that held the sleeper closed, and then drew the zip down to where it met with the bulky nappy that puffed out my middle.

With the sleeper removed from my upper body, I lay back down again, with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed, so that Cole could peel the sleeper the rest of the way off and after checking it for any tell tale leaks, fold it up onto my pillow ready for that night.

A nappy change was the next order of the day, just as it was every morning I stayed with Cole and his family, and Cole did these just about more efficiently than anyone I knew and that's including the Ulric family, although I didn't actually know them back then.

Anyway, the thick nappies I wore at night were soon replaced with a thinner pair that would actually allow me to walk with some semblance of normality, and although they didn't need it, a pair of plastic pants over the top that could be locked, even though there was no danger of me trying to remove them, as I just loved them way too much for that.

The leotard-style ones went on me next, pulled down over my head with my arms fed through the sleeves, and then, stretched around the nappy so the twin flaps could be popped together between my legs. On the front of this was the blatant message "Happy in a Nappy", just in case anyone missed the way the otherwise skin tight material bulged out around my bum and groin, or couldn't hear the tell tale rasping noise whenever I took a step.

A pair of thin shorts was pulled up my legs, which if anything, made the nappy even more obvious while at the same time, sort of hiding it, at least a little bit.

Finally a little pair of ankle socks went on my feet, followed by a pair of slip on black trainers, that looked a bit like a pair of toddler shoes, especially in combination with everything else I was wearing.

That was all I wore on the trip downstairs for breakfast which naturally Cole fed me with one hand while eating his own, with his own with his other hand. Once fed, and with a bottle or warm milk inside my stomach, it was time to try the new method of controlling myself that I come up with.

The first item was the makeshift baby reins I'd worn at the little kid's birthday party, which had now been adapted slightly so they were even more secure and difficult to get off, with the addition of a few more buckles, and even a padlock that could be used to hold it all in place.

I held my arms out letting Cole put the reins on me as if I were climbing into a jacket backwards. Cole going behind me to tighten up the buckles that pulled the harness tightly around me, and snapping the lock in place so that I couldn't remove it.

"Now for your hands!" he said, picking up the soft, leather fingerless mittens I'd found. These were pushed onto my already clenched fists, and then secured around my wrist with a strap and buckle, effectively turning my hands into helpless lumps on the end of my arms. This though didn't look all that pretty or indeed, baby-like, so the leather mittens were then covered by a pair of pale blue woollen mittens, that were held on by a dark blue ribbon tied in a pretty bow.

For the next part of the arrangement I had to once more hold out my arms so that Cole could buckle another strap around my wrist, just back from the mittens. These had a small D shaped ring on them, which rather gave away their former life as dog collars, but it was too this that Cole clipped one section of two part strap. The other part going on my other wrist.

Crossing my arms around behind my back, Cole bought the two parts of the strap together in front of me, right about level with the top of the nappy and plastic pants, over my navel. Here they were attached to each other very a roller buckle that he could slowly tighten until my wrists were pulled further and further forward on the opposing sides of my body, in a way that meant I couldn't move them other than to flap my elbows. This though wouldn't be for long.

A second set of small dog collars went around my upper arms. There were no straps to attach to these, just clips that fastened them to the sides of the harness, so that my upper arms were not kept under tight control as well.

"Happy?" Cole asked, checking over the various buckles and fastenings to make sure he hadn't missed anything, which he hadn't.

I couldn't have been happier, but there was one point I did want to make which is why I did something that made it appear as if I was having a tantrum. I spat my dummy out.

"What the… oh yeah," laughed, Cole, picking up the small dummy I'd just abandoned, and picking up the large one with the straps attached. "Open wide, like a good little baby!"

I did as I was told, the dummy then pushed deep into my mouth, which it filled completely. the straps going around the back of my head, where it was not only buckled but padlocked closed too. Sure that was overdoing it, as my fingers were totally useless, but that's just the way I was getting to like things.

Now I bet you're wondering just how I was going to get away wearing all this get up, out in public? Well that's where I had a strook of genius by the name of a rain cape.

It was rather old fashioned, pale blue child's cape that buttons up the front, wide belt held in keepers on the sides, and a square hood. It had no arms, naturally being a cape rather than a coat, so no one would see that my arms were out of action, as Cole demonstrated as he draped it around my shoulders and fastened the buttons up the front to the bottom of my chin. The hood then went up over my head, pulled all the way forward, creating a sort of awning over my face, which as the sides also closed in, cast a shadow over the face plate of the dummy strapped into my mouth. Anyway, seeing me would just assume I was 'special' and couldn't talk, which was sort of right.

"Oh I forgot these," Cole picked up the four foot long straps from the side, that looked a lot like combined dog leads, for the simple reason that that is exactly what they were and they were going to be used in exactly the same way, only on me rather than a dog. Cole would hold the handle end, while the clip at the other was fastened to the large D ring in the middle of my back, on the baby reins.

"Let's go," Cole gave the reins a sharp tug which nearly pulled me off my feet, towards the front door, and the rain that was lightly falling, making the rain cape seem less conspicuous that it otherwise would have done.

There was no one about to start with which was a bit of a disappointment but as we got nearer to where we were going, the streets started to fill up, yet no one paid any attention to the two boys walking together. Nor did they wonder why one walked slightly in front of the other, or why they were dressed so differently, but then they were all rushing about trying to get their business done before even more rain fell, so didn't have time to wonder about things like that.

Feeling daring I attempted to call out to attract people's attention which startled Cole enough to tug on the reins but he needn't have bothered as it wasn't as if anyone would have been able to hear me, not with the dummy strapped into my mouth as firmly as it was. But it did add to the illusion I was creating in my mind that I was being forced into being dressed like a baby.

As we got nearer to the park, a group of small girls seemed to encircle us, but even they paid me no attention, not even looking at me twice, which was sort of odd, but then I guess they were just at that age when boys weren't all that interesting and soon they raced ahead to giggle about something or other.

The rain cape was gradually getting heavier as it got wetter, causing the bottom hem to slap against my bare legs, as if I was getting them slapped while at the same time the hood started to drop at the front making it tricky for me to see until I had to allow on Cole to guide me along as if he were my guide dog, only I was the one on the lead.

Turning from the main road we entered the park but instead of following the main paths as everyone else was doing we took a smaller, lesser used track that took us away from everyone else to an isolated spot I'd previous picked out that would be perfect for the little break I'd planned.

Totally hidden from view, and yet at the same time quite out in the open, and right in the middle was a large wooden picnic bench. It wasn't meant to be there, but clearly someone had once had a private party in that spot, and dragged the heft bench there, for comfort, not bothering to return it once they were done. An act that was incontinent for the families that used the benches for days out, but very lucky for me as it meant I wouldn't have to sit on the ground, while Cole went off to get our tickets for the fair.

I needed a bit of help to get up onto the bench as obviously I couldn't use my arms. Cole holding me under the arms almost picking me up as I climbed onto the seat and then from there onto the table itself, where once more with his help I ended up sitting down right in the middle with my legs crossed underneath me, which only left it to Cole to make sure that I stayed there.

For this he used the reins which were duly purpose exactly for this task. They remained attached to the middle of my back, but were threaded through the bench behind me, and then once they'd gone under the table for a short while, came up again through the wooden boards and were tied in a good double know around both my ankles. The slack then taken up so that my ankles were pulled in even more under me than they previously had been and rendering me totally helplessly stuck in place.

"You sure you're going to be okay until I get back?" Cole asked me, but all I could do was nod my head, the only part of my body I could actually move.

He didn't just leave me there though, first he made sure I'd stay dry by tucking the hem of the cape that now draped over the table top under me, where ever he could so that I was completely covered. Finally he gave the hood an extra tug forwards so that my face was sheltered from the worst of the rain. Only then did he head off to buy tickets to the fair for himself and his baby brother. Only Daryl wasn't going to go, I was. Just not yet.

It only took a few minutes for the rain to start in earnest while I sat there immobilized and unable to utter a sound of protest, like a small child who'd been abandoned. The rain drummed on my hood and poured down the sides of my cape, to the bench from where it fell through the gaps in the timber slats to the ground. Yet I remained totally dry. Well my nappy didn't but that was due to me wetting it and then trickling other juiced into it, while I waited for Cole to come back which he did much sooner than I really would have liked. Still it wasn't my place to complain, especially as I actually couldn't.

A few minutes later I was back on my feet, feeling a little shaky from having my legs so tightly crossed for such a long time, but able to walk, albeit under the control of Cole, who liked to tug on the reins to ensure I went in the direction he wanted me to.

Rejoining the main part of the park, we crossed open fields, that were lined with people but no one gave as a second look not even once we actually entered the fair ground. Not even the guy on the gate, wondered why I was going in as a half pair concession entry, when I that was for those ten and under, and I was clearly taller than that. Guess some people just can't see past the clothes you're wearing. Something that my later adventures would so totally prove.

There weren't any rides we could have actually gone as all the decent ones required the use of a seat belt that I couldn't wear due to the way my arms were strapped. Anything that didn't need a seat belt, we were clearly too old for, so instead we just walked around, stopping now and again to watch the rides, which made me feel a bit guilty that I was ruining Cole's day, but whenever I looked at him he was smiling so I can only assumed he enjoyed being my care giver that day.

At lunch time we did what everyone else did and stoped for something to eat. We had to find someone a bit private to do that, as Cole had to take down my hood so he could remove the dummy from my mouth. Plus, of course, he had to feed me, which would have looked rather odd but then I rather enjoyed that part just as much as any kid would enjoy burger, chips and a can of something fizzy. the latter item being almost certain to go straight through me. Which only added to the enjoyment even more.

We didn't stay at the fair for the afternoon even though the rain finally cleared. Or rather that's the reason we didn't stay, for once the sun came out it got hotter and hotter inside the rubber cape I was wearing, causing me to sweat like nobodies business. I couldn't even take the hood down, without making a show of myself, but I could hardly walk around with it up without people asking questions so we just had to cut our losses and get out of there.

The walk back wasn't as much fun as the walk there had been, it has to be said as I got a hell of a lot wetter, even though my clothes were totally dry. Still other than that it was a great day, and I knew that it would convince Cole to take me out in public a lot more in the future.

—15 yo—

I've started to get used to a sore bum by now, although not so much when my thigh get spanked as that really stings and the hems on my shorts tend to rub them making it all seem worse. Oh yes, I'm now wearing the short trousers uniform almost full time. I have other clothes to wear, all with shorts of course, but I prefer the uniform as it's just so much smarter and I think Noah agrees.

I've got a bike now. A really old fashioned thing that's tricky to peddle as it's got no gears, but as I'm not allowed to ride it just for the fun of it, but rather only when I'm doing chores for my cousins, which is all part of my punishment. Or so they think anyway.

The first time I went out on it was to go to the town library to return some stuff that I'd found buried in the mess that used to be Oscar and Perry's rooms, before I was sent in there to clean up.

Have to admit I was a little nervous about this as it was the weekend so seeing boys in school unform would be unusual, even more so when they have short trousers of course. Yet, all the same I love cycling about in shorts as you can feel the wind going right up your legs, and if you angle your knees just right, you can even feel it on you nuts, which is so freaky that it gives me a stiff every time.

The library itself wasn't so much trouble, as it was full of old people who just murmured about how smart I looked and went on about the old days, and the usual 'youth today' stuff, most of which I agreed with. There were some kids hanging about outside, who teased me a little, bit but nothing so bad, that I couldn't ignore it.

At home I'm often given lines to 'keep me out of trouble' for which I have to sit at a desk, in my uniform naturally, and write out the same thing hundreds of times in my best hand writing with a proper pen. If I get it wrong then I get strapped on the hand which really stings, and makes it even harder to hold a pen let alone write, which makes it a really weird punishment and yet, that's what it was done for in the old days.

"You know I ordered you canes don't you?" announced Noah, when we were alone in the living room one evening, his brothers already having been sent to bed, where I would soon join them. Or so I thought anyway.

"Canes?" I asked, having sure I'd heard him say the plural.

"Yes, canes, just like you asked for. A junior and senior cane so you won't know which one I'm going to use, although as soon as they do arrive I will be using one of them. understand?"

I swallowed a lump that was in my throat and hoped Noah wouldn't notice a similar one that was growing inside the grey school shorts I was wearing.

"In the meantime," Noah continued, "I think I am going to need a bit of practise so I've decided to take you up on your offer."

Offer? What offer? Which offer? I racked my brain trying to think of what I was letting myself in for this time, but ended up having to wait while my cousin left the room and came back carrying too bamboo canes from the garden. Not real school canes of course, but the sort that hold up tomato plants. One was quite thick while the other thin enough to bend, in a similar way to a real cane. I found the sight of both, highly exciting and truth be told rather intimidating.

"These will do until the proper ones arrive," Noah instructed me, "and will be your punishment for mucking about at school on your first day back."

"Oh right!" was all I could say, wondering where he was going with this.

"I'll start with the bigger one on your shorts. That's right isn't it?"

The question broke the scenario a little as there aren't many boys about to get caned who get asked about the procedure to be used, but then I was by far more an expert on these things than Noah was even though he was older than me, so I guess it's right he ask my opinion. Mind you he was right, so he needn't have bothered.

"Okay, then," Noah looked around the room for the right place to punish me, "Ah, go and bend over the table. That should do."

Doing as I was told, I added to it by reaching across to the other side, which I grabbed with my hands, knowing that this would stretch my body out, and make my bum an even better target especially with my legs slightly spread apart. Noah must have thought so too, for I heard him give a little sigh as he took in the sight of my bum tightly outlined in seat of the grey shorts, perhaps even with the outline of my even tighter briefs underneath showing through.

The caning that followed turned out to be something of a disappointment. Clearly Noah hadn't taken my suggestion that he practise his blows on some cushions, as it just wasn't right. the first couple were just so totally half-hearted, as if he was worried about hurting me, even though I'd, more or less, asked for this. There was no follow through either, so the blow ended on my shorts, meaning it was already slowing down by the time it landed which took nearly all of the sting out of it.

It sounded great through. The noise was something else. A loud THWACK! that got louder each and every time that the bamboo landed on my seat. Problem was that the stick was just too rigid with no give in it, so there was none of the effect I'd so been looking forward to.

On the plus side, it must have looked really impressive the way I took six of the 'best' without barely moving a muscle. Not so much as a twitch did I make although perhaps a little right at the end when a lucky blow managed to land right on top of the spot where the proceeding one had also landed. That stung a bit, and caused me to wriggle around a little on the table. Much to Noah's satisfaction.

"Stand up," he ordered, "Turn around, and put your hands on your head."

I did so, feeling a little smug, even though there were tears almost in my eyes, but still I'd taken a caning just like a real short trousered schoolboy would have. Yet it wasn't over yet. Thankfully.

"I'm going to cane you some more in a moment, but before then you can stand in the corner and think about what you've done."

Sure it was a cliche line, but it was just what I wanted to hear, as it made the entire scenario seem so much more real to me. My bum was stinging a little bit. Not really hurting as such, but certainly enough to give me all the right tingles in all the right places. I'd have loved to have been able to rub my shorts, either in front or back, but that was totally against the rules, which of course made it all the more exciting to think about.

For half an hour, until it was past my new bedtime, I stood there, legs slightly spread, hands on my head, with all sort of tingling going on that was almost worse than the actual caning had been. Then it actually got worse.

"Okay Matt, it's time to try out the thinner cane now, so come back over to the table now," Noah paused until I was just about to bend over, before he added, "Oh and you'd better take down your shorts and briefs for these which is made to cane your bare bum?"

That last bit was pretty much more a question than a statement, with Noah clearly looking for clarification that he'd got the information correct, which once more he had so I didn't even bother to say anything, just did as I was asked. Unsnapping the fake belt on the front of the shorts, and then, together pushing them down along with my underwear, before once more I bent myself back over the table for the second caning of my life. the first one on my bare skin.

"Open your legs a bit more, like last time," Noah instructed, now apparently, suddenly an expert. To do this I had to get me feet out of the tangled mess of shorts and pants, as that's what was keeping my ankles too close together. Mind you, once I'd done that it did feel better for while having your trousers down does lead to some sense of funny wearing nothing beneath the waist but for your socks, is a heck of a lot better.

Back in position, I felt Noah lining the cane up on my bare bum. The tip tracing what was no doubt a small red line left from my previous caning before there was a swishing sound as the can was pulled back and then down.

Not only did the cane return to my bum, but so did the disappointment, as even though I now didn't have any clothes between in and me, I still could barely feel it. Turns out though, that this was just a practise swing.

SWISH! THWIP!

Now that I felt. A stinging pain that lashed across my bum, that was a perfect match to the sound it made.

SWISH! THWIP!

I knew from this blow onward that I wasn't going to be remaining silent for long as that one made me gasp out loud.

SWISH! THWIP!

The knuckles of my hands gripping onto the table, started to turn white, as I held on for dear life, as lines of fire exploded across my bottom.

SWISH! THWIP!

It was a good job, Noah hadn't told me to count the blows as there was no way I could have paid that much attention to what was going on. All my concentration was just on keeping in place and taking what I'd asked for with little more than some bum wriggling and the occasional stamp of either of my feet.

SWISH! THWIP!

Now I did give out a proper cry. No words. Just some sort of grunt that let Noah know just how much he was hurting me, which is probably why he did what he did next.

Suddenly the cane dropped from my bum and came to rest on the back of my left thigh, just about where it turned into my bum. This was to be the new target and it really, really, stung.

SWISH! THWIP!

The same thing but on the back of my right thigh, and that was it. I was crying. Not pretend crying, or just doing it because I thought I should given the situation but proper, real, full on crying and with good reason too.

SWISH! THWIP!

Back on the familiar ground of my bum now, which was a load better. Still fairly bad of course, but better than having it on my legs. If only it would stop soon.

There were actually only three more blows landing all of them on my bum, making a totally of eleven for those of you who are counting which clearly Noah wasn't, but then neither was I for the reasons I mentioned earlier.

Once it was done I didn't have to stand in the corner this time, as Noah sent me straight to bed, and I couldn't wait to get there so that I could have a real cry. Well that and have a check out what my bum looked like.

Craning my head back over my shoulders, it was quite a sight I can tell you. Lots of surprisingly straight lines running across my bum, with two even more obvious ones on my legs, that might even show below my shorts, if I wasn't careful. Just the thought of what my schoolmates would think of that made me tingle in front, despite the searing pain I was in. Not that I'd get a full on erection, not after what I'd just been through. that would have to wait until later, once things had calmed down a bit. Something to look forward to, for sure as was my encounter with a real cane that I knew was only a few days away.

In the meantime, I was really going to have to work on just how I took a caning. What I'd done just wasn't good enough. Short trousered schoolboys back in the day, did make as much noise, as I'd done during a caning, I was sure of that from all the stuff I'd read, so I'd have to do the same. I wasn't quite sure how though. It had been fine at the beginning with my shorts on, but bare was something else completely, and that's what I needed to work on. Perhaps it was just because it was the first time, and next time I'd be more prepared. I could only hope.

These are the things that I thought about that night as I lay in bed – on my front not surprisingly – while trying and largely failing not to rub my glowing bum.

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