Brian is a 21 year old bum. He's been living with Maria, a 22 year old care assistant for five months. He's also been sleeping with Christine, a 19 year old student. Maria has to work a sleepover in the care home one Friday and Brian seizes his chance to see Christine in the evening. Unfortunately for him, things are not quite what they seem...

INFORMATION - this story deals with themes of enforced infantilism and feminisation and contains mature adult content and occasional swearing. You must be old enough and mature enough to read it. All characters are fictional and of adult age and the story does not contain or imply any references to real children.

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Baby Jennifer <babyjennifer@hushmail.com>
19^th Feb 2005

 

Brian's Long Walk

by Baby Jennifer

 

"I didn't realise you were this kinky Christine!" Brian was surprised, she'd never acted like this before. Still, it made a change from Maria who, if anything, had gone off sex for the last month or so. "Yeah, well you never know, you might like it!" replied Christine, attaching the second spreader bar to the top of the bed frame. "There - hop in!" "I'm not so sure..." "Oh don't be such a big baby!"

Brian looked at the apparatus on the bed. A thick, eighteen inch long metal bar was chained from its center to the end of the bed frame with about twelve inches or so of slack. The ends of the bar ended in metal rings and there were four more short chains - two at each end - clipped to them. The other ends of each pair were clipped to their respective cuffs. Made of thick leather, the cuffs lay ominously open on the bed like a trap, waiting for prey. At the top of the bed the same setup had been repeated although the centre chain had a bit more slack. Christine had obviously played with these toys before. "So... are you up for some fun, tough guy?" smiled Christine. At times like this Brian couldn't understand why he bothered with Maria. Christine was adventurous while Maria was quite reserved in bed. But neither girl knew about the other so he had the best of both worlds. Brian smiled back. "What the hell, could be fun! Shall I get undressed?" "Well, no, just see what you think first."

He hopped onto the bed and lay on his back. Christine wasted no time and soon had Brian stretched out on the bed, his ankles and wrists tightly buckled into the leather cuffs, the slack in the top chain taken out and padlocked to the bed frame. She climbed on top of him, put her face right up to his and slowly bought a large gag with a black ball and a leather strap into view. "Christine! You're not sticking that on me!" "But Brian, you're not in a position to resist." He watched as she held the gag in front of him and buckled it loosely a few holes from the end.

"Christine, I'm not sure I like this!" said Brian, as Christine put her arm behind his head and lifted it a little. She passed the gag down over his head until the ball was resting on his lips. Brian closed his lips tightly to show her he was having none of it. Reaching behind his neck, Christine started to pull the strap tighter through the buckle, causing the ball to press harder and harder into Brian's lips. It started to hurt and he moved his lips around a little but this just made the ball sink onto his teeth. Fearing they would break Brian tried to tell Christine that enough was enough. But it came out as "Chriaanmmmmmmmph!" as the ball finally sunk all the way into his mouth and Christine buckled the strap tightly behind his neck. She pulled on his lips so they surrounded the gag.

"There, did you like that Brian?" Brian shook his head. "Well you might prefer this then" she replied, and lifted up a large, wide, black leather collar. "This is a posture collar Brian, let's get it on you." Brian was unable to stop Christine from buckling the four leather straps which closed the collar, and in just a minute he was looking straight up at the ceiling, his neck held rigidly by the tight collar forcing his chin up and preventing almost all movement of his head to the side.

Then she left the room for a few moments. Returning, she climbed onto his legs and sat on his shins facing his feet. Brian craned his head as much as the thick heavy collar would allow but was rewarded with a view of her back. Then he felt her unlacing his shoes and pulling them off, followed by his socks. He wondered what the hell she was up to until he felt her pressing something in between his toes. Right along both feet, one by one, Christine splayed his toes and pushed in the foam toe separators, then picked up the nail varnish, as Brian now guessed it was, and gave it a shake. "Mmppph!" he moaned into his gag and tried to wiggle his toes but Christine grabbed them with one hand and worked with the other. In a few moments she was done and climbed off him, leaving the separators between his toes. "It dries in sixty seconds so won't take long. Now your fingernails."

Brian tried to shake his head as Christine unscrewed the lid from the bottle. He tried to resist by clenching his hands into a fist but Christine lifted her knee onto his fist and started putting her weight on it. In the end Brian had to relent with the pain, and she dug her knee hard into the back of his hand, forcing his fingers flat on the mattress. In a few more moments his fingernails were painted and Christine kept her knee in place for a couple of minutes while they dried. After a similar feeble show of resistance on the other hand, Brian's fingernails glistened with shocking pink nail varnish. She pulled out the toe separators and again left the room. Brian could just about see his bright pink toenails and could only guess what his hands looked like stretched out straight above his head. He started writhing around trying to find a way out but he was completely secure.

The door opened again. "Do you like your pretty nail varnish Brian? Bright pink really suits little girls." It wasn't Christine. It was Maria.

She walked over to Brian, climbed up and kneeled across his chest. Brian stared at her, wide-eyed, trying all at once to work out what was going on and how to explain himself. Christine walked back in holding two small brown strips at arms length. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" said Maria, gripping him hard around his collar with one hand and forcing his head down into the mattress. Brian continued to look up at the ceiling and saw Christine appear. Handing a strip to Maria, they pressed them down into his eyebrows and rubbed them firmly all over. "Hold his head Christine." Christine came to the side and pressed down on his neck with one hand and his forehead with the other. Maria held his chin with one hand and quickly ripped off each strip in turn, taking Brian's eyebrows with them. "Waxed eyebrows take two months to even begin to grown back, and sometimes don't grow back at all" she said, coldly. "Would you like some wine, Maria?" asked Christine. "Sure!" "Okay, see you in a while Brian" said Christine, tickling his painted feet as they left the room.

Brian lay there for a full hour, wriggling and writhing and trying to get loose but the thick leather cuffs refused to release their grip. After an hour the girls returned, laughing and slightly drunk. Each went to a top corner of the bed out of Brian's sight. Next he felt gloves being pulled over his hands and a strap fastened at each wrist to keep them secure. "There, now your lovely mittens are safely buckled on, Brian. Let's get you out of those horrible clothes." The girls produced a large pair of scissors and took it in turns to cut away Brian's clothes while he moaned loudly into his gag. His expensive top was cut up the side and down the sleeves, his jeans were cut right up each leg and across the waist, and his boxer shorts were easily removed. His ruined clothes were thrown in a heap on the floor next to his shoes, leaving Brian on the bed wearing nothing but his collar, gag and mittens.

"Well Brian, how are you feeling?" asked Maria. He shook his head a little, not really knowing how he felt. "Christine and I are good friends, we go way back. You didn't know that, did you?" She walked around the room while Christine looked at the helpless form on the bed. "A few days ago we were talking about our boyfriends and what arseholes they can sometimes be. We both agreed that our boyfriends acted like kids at times, sulking or shouting when they didn't get what they wanted, trying to manipulate us into feeling sorry for them. It's pathetic. But it wasn't too long before we realised something which neither of us were prepared for - that we were both seeing you, Brian. That really took the piss - talk about a perfect example of what we were saying. You lied to both of us so you could satisfy yourself."

Maria walked to the side of the bed and stared at Brian with her arms folded. "We've decided that since you act so babyish, you're going to be a baby. A nice sweet little baby girl." Brian started shaking his head, writhing in his restraints and moaning into his gag, looking at Maria with pleading eyes. "Look at you, acting like a little girl even now, hoping I'll take pity on you. There's no point in struggling, Brian, you're not going anywhere."

Christine had left the room and returned a few moments later carrying a bowl of water and some more strips, while Maria busied herself sliding several towels under Brian. For the next hour Brian endured a painful waxing and shaving of every hair on his body. At one point Christine undid one of the padlocks on the top chain to release the slack so they could turn him over. Once he was lying on his front she re-attached the padlock and the girls went to work on the backs of his legs and arms and the rest of his body. When this was complete, the slack was once again released for a moment so they could turn him back onto his back. His final humiliation was having his scrotum shaved until there wasn't a single hair left. "Christine, can you lift his head up please?" asked Maria. "Sure", she replied and left the room. Returning with a long length of chain she clipped it to the D-ring on the front of Brian's posture collar and walked to the foot of the bed holding he other end. She lifted the chain to the top of the bed frame and started to pull it. Brian's head was slowly lifted up, causing him to moan into his gag. Once his head was about six inched off the mattress Christine padlocked the chain.

"Let's get baby's hair done" said Maria. "Little babies like you, Brian, don't have much hair so we're going to shave your head bald. But we'll leave enough on each side for your pretty ribbons." Brian could only lie there completely stretched out as the girls used clippers to shave his head all over, leaving just two small tufts a couple of inches long on the top sides of his scalp. After the clippers came the razor and soapy water and before long Brian was as bald as a baby apart from the tufts of hair. "Fetch me the pink bobbles and white hair ribbons please Christine" asked Maria. The girls twisted the two tufts of hair and looped the elasticated bobbles over them again and again until they were tightly secured. Next they knotted the wide ribbons under the bobbles and tied them into big floppy bows, the ends cascading down the sides of his bald head. Lastly they emptied a squirt of superglue into each tuft, locking everything into place. "That's baby's hair all done" laughed Christine looking up and down at the completely shaven Brian, while Maria removed the towels and water. Christine unlocked the chain, allowing Brian's head to fall gratefully back on to the mattress. She unclipped the chain from his collar and the girls disappeared for some more wine. Brian heard them laughing downstairs as he writhed and pulled at his restraints. He could feel the cool air on his body and the tightness on his scalp.

The girls returned half an hour later. Without saying a word Maria climbed onto the bed, stood over Brian and lifted his back up off the mattress. He felt Christine slide something under him. When Maria released her grip he landed on it and realised it was an adult-sized padded disposable nappy. Wide eyed he moaned into his gag and tried to shake his head, humiliated at the idea of wearing a nappy. The girls smirked and in a few moments had the thick nappy taped up firmly around his bottom and stomach. "Let's get your plastic pants on now, we don't want any leaks" said Christine, walking to the end of the bed. She unclipped one of the chains from each end of the spreader bar and passed them down through the waist and leg holes in the pants, one on each side. She then clipped the chains back to the bar, unclipped the other two chains and pulled the pants up Brian's legs to below his knees. She then re-attached the two chains and pulled the thick, crinkly plastic pants right up Brian's legs and tightly over his nappy. He could feel the elasticated leg holes and waistband biting into his skin as she tucked the waistband over the top of his nappy. Maria again climbed up on the bed and lifted Brian's back up, while Christine wound several turns of silver duct tape around the top of his plastic pants and skin, sealing them in place.

Now Maria took over and produced a pair of white patterned tights. She gathered one side up and then squeezed it down between his leather cuff and his inside ankle, pulling it out at the bottom of the cuff. Working it around his foot she pulled it back up through the cuff on the outside of his leg. She repeated the process on his other foot, leaving him with the tights covering both feet and stretched between his bound legs. As Brian continued to struggle in his bonds, Maria worked the tights slowly up his legs, occasionally going back to the feet and pulling out the slack. In a couple of moments she had worked them right up his legs and over his plastic pants and nappy. She continued pulling them all the way up as far as they would go and then stretched him up off the bed once again while Christine applied more of the thick duct tape around his stomach to prevent the tights from coming off. "If you need to go to the toilet, Brian, your nappy should be okay for one or two wettings. Baby can even do number twos in it." Brian closed his eyes at the thought.

Maria then went back to his feet and produced a pair of ankle socks with layers of lace around the tops. Onto the helpless man's feet they went, the lace sticking out all around his ankles beneath the leather cuffs. Next he felt shoes being wedged onto his feet, with some force since they felt a little too small. Once they were on he felt them tighten as a strap was tightly buckled on each one. "We promise we won't tell anyone you like to paint your toenails under your pretty baby socks, Brian" giggled Christine as Maria used plastic cable-ties to lock the buckles in place and then sealed them with superglue. "Baby won't be getting his Mary Jane shoes off in a hurry" she added.

Maria walked over into Brian's view of the ceiling and looked down at him. "How long were you fucking behind our backs, Brian? Was it a month? Two? How long?" He couldn't look at her as she stared at him. "Let's put baby into his petticoat" said Maria, unclipping a chain from each side of the top spreader bar. Christine fetched it in from the other room. It looked like a vest with a mass of material and lace sewn around the bottom. While Brian renewed his pointless struggling, Maria passed the two chains through the bottom of the petticoat and one each out of the arm holes, clipping them back to the bar. Unclipping the other two chains, she was able to pull the garment down over the struggling man's body, his mittened hands passing through the arm holes and his immobilised head out of the top. She clipped the chains back to the bar and adjusted the petticoat.

"He looks like a ballerina" laughed Christine, "I think I'll take some photographs to show the girls at uni!" Brian screamed and protested loudly into his gag but could do nothing as Christine, followed by Maria, fetched their digital cameras and took dozens of photographs of the ridiculous looking man. "Is our ballerina ready for his baby dress?" Brian shook his head as much as the rigid posture collar would allow. "But Brian, it's a nice frilly pink baby dress with a lovely babyish high waist, lots of pretty lace and frills and little puffy sleeves. And it's nice and short so we can keep an eye on your nappy." Brian lay there, motionless.

"I think baby's upset because he doesn't feel pretty enough for his baby dress yet" laughed Christine. "Let's do his makeup, he'll feel extra pretty after that. I'll hold baby's head while you fetch the bag from the other room" she said to Maria. Maria returned a moment later while Christine hopped onto the bed and knelt across Brian's shoulders, trapping his head between her knees and pressing his forehead into the mattress with the palms of her hands. Brian couldn't move his head an inch.

"Let's start with baby's eyes" said Maria, leaning in to Brian's face with a waterproof eyeliner pencil. A minute later the helpless Brian had thick black rims all the way round his eyes. "Now we'll make his eyelashes nice and pretty." Brian could only lie there motionless while his upper and lower eyelashes were coated with five coats, one after the other, of jet black waterproof mascara. "There!" exclaimed Maria, "Very nice." She looked down at Brian, as he stared back through his heavily rimmed black eyes. "Eyebrows next, I think, extra special girly ones for our extra special girly baby." Brian was horrified to see her uncap a thick black permanent marker. "Hold him extra tight Christine, I want to get them nice and arched." Christine felt Brian trying to struggle but she easily held his forehead down, his head clamped tightly between her knees.

Maria pressed the marker onto Brian's bare skin and a few seconds later he had thick, jet black lines arching high above each eye. "What pretty eyebrows, I don't think I've ever seen them that arched before!" laughed Christine. "Much nicer than his old ones!" she added. "Close your eyes Brian" commanded Maria, "these pink and blue markers may sting a bit but we only want to use the best makeup for our special baby". Brian had no choice. She proceeded to colour in Brian's eyelids with the bright blue marker, then his upper eyelids with the bright pink marker, the indelible inks soaking into his bare skin. She then drew a large, bright pink circle high up on each cheek. "Babies always have rosy cheeks, Brian, and you'll be no exception." Brian continued to struggle and moan into his gag. "Yes don't worry, we haven't forgotten your lipstick, Brian, I've got a nice permanent red marker here for that." She wiped the moisture from his lips with a cloth. Pulling on his lips bit by bit to expose all of them from around his gag, she painted them with the bright red marker. Brian grunted and winced as she worked but could do nothing as, bit by bit, his lips were turned bright red with indelible ink.

"There, now baby's makeup is all done!" laughed Christine, letting go of Brian's head and climbing off the bed. "And very pretty he looks too!" added Maria. "Christine, get the ear-piercing gun. Let's get some nice twinkling baby studs on him". Brian tried to struggle again, his mittened hands moving around uselessly looking for a way out. Christine returned with the piercing gun. Maria lifted her knee and pressed it into the side of Brian's cheek to force his head to turn a little. Christine crouched down and grabbed his earlobe. Brian moaned into his gag while Christine lined up the piercing gun. *POP*. They walked around to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. *POP*. His ears twinkled as the light caught the pink ball-shaped crystal baby studs in his ears. Brian had no way to see them but could feel them in his ears. "Last time I saw baby studs like these was when my baby niece came to visit" laughed Christine, putting superglue on the backs of Brian's new earrings. "They really sparkle! Little girls love getting their ears pierced."

"Now Brian, once again, are you ready for your little baby dress?" Brian lay motionless for a moment then started thrashing and straining against his bonds, but he was stretched so tightly that he just rocked gently in his restraints. The girls laughed at the pathetic display. "What a tantrum! I think we'll put you into your frilly pink dress whether you're ready or not." The girls moved to the top of the bed and unclipped one chain from each side of the spreader bar. Gathering up the short dress and unzipping the back a little, they passed the chains up through the bottom of it and out of each of the sleeves, before clipping them back to the bar. They then unclipped the other two chains from each side. "Ooops, looks like baby's got no choice now" laughed Christine as the girls pulled the dress down the chains. Unable to resist at all, Brian's mittened hands popped out of the short, puffy sleeves, followed by his immobilised, ribbon-clad head through the lacy Peter Pan collar.

They pulled the baby dress all the way down as far as it would go, before applying a few drops of superglue to the zipper and zipping it back up at the neck. Christine re-attached the spreader bar chains. "Now our baby girl is all prettied up wearing his frilly little frock!" laughed Maria. For the first time that night, Brian started to cry. It started as a sob but he was soon bawling away, the irony of his current babyfied state not lost on him. The girls laughed hysterically at the sight and went and got their cameras once again. As he lay there and cried they took dozens more photographs of the helpless man, once a womanising idiot, now shaven, made-up, pierced and dressed up as a baby girl against his will.

"Cry all you like, baby, your makeup's not going anywhere" laughed Maria. "Get him turned over so we can buckle him into his baby reins." Christine went to the top of the bed and removed the padlock which held in the slack, allowing them room to rotate Brian once again onto his front. The chain was padlocked back in place. "You know, you shouldn't have fucked with us, Brian" said Maria, unclipping a chain from each side of the spreader bar. "You thought you were smarter than us and acted like you were a some big hard man." She passed the chains through the straps of the white leather baby reins and clipped them back up, then unclipped the other two chains. "You're no man, you're a little baby. You certainly acted like one so you deserve to be dressed up like one." She drew the reins down his arms and over his head, settling them under his waist just below his armpits. While Christine clipped the chains back to the spreader bar, Maria buckled the leather reins tightly around Brian's back and over his shoulders. She finished by supergluing some more cable-ties through the buckles to seal them all in place.

While Brian lay face down on the bed, both girls came around to one side of the bed. To Brian's surprise Christine unbuckled his wrist from the cuff, but before he had any chance to move his arm around, both the girls had grabbed it and forced his wrist painfully to the side of his waist. While Maria held it there, Christine tightly buckled two small leather straps around it, followed by the usual superglue and cable-ties to lock them in place. They went around the other side of the bed and repeated the process, leaving Brian face down on the bed with his wrists buckled to the sides of his baby reins. Brian was now able to wriggle a little more but was still completely helpless. Maria attached a leather leash to the back of Brian's reins and coiled it a few times around her hand, stretching it tightly.

Christine went to the end of the bed and clipped a foot of chain between the two ankle cuffs, before unclipping all the other chains. "Come on baby, get up" ordered Maria, yanking on the leash. Restrained as he was, Brian was just able to roll onto his side and drop his feet over the side of the bed onto the floor. "Stand up, we haven't got all day". Brian stood up and shuffled around the bed until he was standing in front of the girls. The small bells on the front of his leather reins jingled as he walked. The girls both looked at him, then at each other, then burst out laughing again. "Let's get baby out of his nasty ickle mittens" mocked Christine, unbuckling the mittens from his restrained hands. Off they came, once again exposing his shocking pink fingernails. "Nearly forgot the watch, so baby can tell what time it is!" laughed Christine, picking up a plastic Barbie play watch and gluing the strap closed around his left wrist.

Maria continued to hold Brian tightly in his reins. Christine went to his front and buckled another leash to the front of his reins, then went behind him and unbuckled his thick posture collar, followed by his gag. For a few moments Brian just flexed his neck and mouth and said nothing. It wasn't long, however, before he started talking. "Please Maria, Christine, I had no idea you knew each other, I'm sorry, please let me change back and I promise I'll never see you again." The girls both roared with laughter, to Brian's surprise. "You still don't get it do you, baby? This isn't about what's best for you, it's about payback for us. What are you going to change back into, you don't have any clothes." Brian realised she was correct.

Maria handed the rear leash to Christine and picked up the front one. "So come along baby" she ordered, and pulled on the leash, causing Brian to shuffle slowly forward. "You shouldn't walk so quickly" laughed Christine, "it makes your little baby dress lift up so everyone can see you're wearing nappies. "Of course he's wearing nappies Christine" replied Maria, "all little baby girls wear nappies." They reached the top of the stairs. "Down we go, nice and slowly. If baby has an accident and falls, he'll have to sit in hospital in his pretty clothes waiting for a nurse to make him better."

After a few minutes they reached the bottom of the stairs. Brian had assumed they were taking him into the kitchen to feed him baby food or something like that, but was horrified when the girls carried on pulling him along the hallway towards the front door. "Where... where are going?" he stammered. "Well, we're going out for a nice walk with our baby girl." Brian stopped walking and looked at them. "Come on baby, get moving" ordered Maria, pulling the leash harder, causing Brian to take a series of quick steps to avoid falling over. Christine stood right behind him, holding his rear leash, preventing him from going back. Hobbled as he was, with his wrists strapped to his waist, he was helpless to put up any proper resistance.

As they neared the front door Christine laughed. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror, baby." Brian stopped in his tracks and burst out crying. His hands looked ridiculous with their bright pink nails and Barbie watch. His little pink baby dress was short and high-waisted and covered in lace and frills with a lacy white collar zipped up snugly around his neck. The bulge of his nappies was clearly visible under his patterned tights below the petticoats and frilly short hem of the dress. His glossy black round-fronted Mary Janes were buckled tightly onto his feet, a mass of lace surrounding each ankle from his socks. But the thing which upset him the most was his head. His face looked ridiculous with the garish, drawn on eyebrows, lipstick and rosy pink cheeks, his black rimmed eyes peeping out from behind thick black lashes and blue and pink eyelids. His head was completely bald apart from two white ribbons tied tightly to the small tufts of hair the girls had left behind. The ribbons fell down the sides of his head and stopped just above his ears where the pink baby studs in his earlobes twinkled in the light. His reins somehow made him look even more childish.

"Stop crying baby, you look lovely" laughed Christine, giving Brian a shove towards the door. Maria started pulling him again and opened the front door. "No, please! Please don't do this, please don't" begged Brian. Maria pulled hard on the leash, sending Brian stumbling out of the door and into the cool morning air. Brian turned around to see Christine slamming the front door with a bang. He felt sick at being outside dressed up like this and as the girls continued to pull him towards Christine's car, he actually welcomed the idea of hiding inside. In a few moments he was sitting in the back with his seatbelt on, his hands still restrained in his leather reins, his rear leash tied to the rear shelf of the car, his front leash tied to the headrest of the seat in front and the chain of his ankle cuffs padlocked to a bar under the seat. Maria climbed into the passenger seat.

Brian had no choice but to sit there while Christine drove the car to some unknown destination. He looked down at his Barbie watch and saw that the hands were just toy hands. He looked at his bright pink fingernails, the first thing they had done to him all those hours ago. He looked around and caught Christine's eyes in the rear view mirror. He felt like a toddler being taken somewhere, not allowed to sit in the front seat and strapped in for his own safety. The girls had had him tied up all through the early hours of the morning and he felt very tired. The clock by the front door had said it was almost 6am. He closed his eyes for a moment.

After almost four hours the car slowed down and stopped. Brian sensed the change and slowly woke up. It only took him a few seconds to realise that this humiliating situation wasn't a dream. "Did baby have a nice sleep?" laughed Christine. The girls got out and went to the rear of the car. They unclipped the front and rear leashes from his reins, unpadlocked the chain to his ankle cuffs and unbuckled his seatbelt. Brian was now free apart from his ankle cuffs, and his hands still strapped tightly in the reins. "Come along little girl" said Maria, holding open the door. Brian reluctantly climbed out into the morning sunshine. They were in what looked like a park. He had no idea where he was or for how long he'd been asleep. He could see a few people in the park, each doing their own thing in the distance. Some were walking a dog, others were running. They were far away and no-one noticed the car.

Maria grabbed the front of Brian's reins and pulled Brian away from the car while Christine followed. Brian paused but only long enough for Christine to give him a shove from behind. "Keep walking" she said. Suddenly Christine grabbed the back of Brian's dress and sprayed something down his neck. As Brian twisted and turned to avoid it she sprayed him all over. "Party Princess" she laughed, reading the name from the children's perfume bottle. "Made for little girls who haven't grown up. Like you, Brian." Brian was covered in the cheap, sweet smelling perfume. As he recovered, he realised that the girls were running back to the car. "No, please!" he begged, turning to run after them. Hobbled as he was he had no hope of keeping up. By the time he reached the car the girls were sitting inside with the doors locked. Maria wound down the passenger window an inch. "Please Maria, don't leave me here dressed like this, please let me go back, I'll never bother you again."

"Brian, you lied to both of us. You acted like a child so now you're dressed up like one. A nice sweet little baby girl all dressed up in her best frilly party frock for a picnic in the park. I'm not sure you'll be getting your picnic though."

Brian started crying. "Please!" he sobbed. Maria continued. "Even though it would probably take you days from here, don't bother making your way back to the house, Brian. When I found out you were cheating I threw out all your possessions and clothes. As of now you're homeless and the only things you have are the clothes you're dressed in. Brian's crying got more intense. "Cry as much as you want, I've told you, it'll take a lot more than tears to remove that makeup."

Christine leaned forward. "You'd think baby would be happy! We've just driven him two hundred miles so he can have a picnic in his pretty baby clothes!" She produced her camera and snapped several more photos before Brian turned away, humiliated. "I think we've got enough photos now" said Christine. "I'm going to print them out and hand them out to your football buddies in the park tomorrow. Won't they be interested to see how their macho football mate likes to dress up in secret."

"You've got a long walk ahead of you, baby" said Maria coldly. "I don't know where you'll go, or care, frankly. This is a small park in the city center. There's nowhere to hide. One thing's for sure, it's a nice sunny day and everyone's going to see you in your little baby dress with your makeup, earrings and pretty baby ribbons. You might even get arrested and spend the night in a cell. I wonder if they'll let you take your pretty reins off." Christine started the car. "Don't talk to any strangers!" she shouted, driving off laughing.

Brian continued to cry long after the car had gone. He started walking along the path, taking small baby steps thanks to the ankle chain. In the distance a group of joggers came into view running towards him.

Maria was right, it was going to be a long walk.

  

  

  

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