Derry's Tommy

by Derry

 

I was small for my age. My face was rather smooth. My long hair had been very carefully styled- in pig tails with pink bows. If you did not know you could just about believe that I was a tallish 10 year old girl who was dressed rather young for her age. 'aunt' Janice had taken me to a tea room. She knew several of the ladies who were there. My little sister Sophie was wearing green overalls. You could believe she was a boy. We were sitting next to a mother and her daughter. Sophie said to the little girl.

"I'm Sophie, what's your name?"

"I'm Jane?"

Then Jane turned to me and asked

"What's your name?"

I had been warned what I should say. I said it.

"I'm Tommy."

Then Jane commented.

"That is a funny name for a girl. Why are you called Tommy?"

Aunt Janice looked at me and said

"Tell her."

"I am called Tommy ..."

I started whispering. Aunt Janice did not let me get away with that.

"Don't whisper, speak clearly child."

She fingered her metal hairbrush. I had no alternative. I obeyed. I spoke More clearly.

"....cos I'm a boy. I am 16. I said I thought helping mummy and aunty at home was girl's stuff. So Aunt Janice said for the rest of the summer I will do not only may share of the housework but also Maeve and Sophie's. "Cos I said it was girl's work I'll wear girl's clothes until September."

The whole of the tea room then looked at me. They were all very amused. I do not know whether it was deliberate or not but Jane made me feel a whole lot worse.

"You do look pretty as a girl, she said."

Something else was happening. I had been told to drink two glasses of milk. I thought I saw Aunty put something in them. I needed to go to the bathroom. I had been planning to go to the women's toilet. Now that everyone knew I was not a woman I could not do that. I felt I would also look silly going to the men's bathroom. I decided that I would be able to hold on. This was a big mistake.

The next place we went to was a dress maker. Ms Christine had made a frock even more juvenile than the one I already had on. It fitted perfectly. We collected it.

Aunt Janice made me go upstairs on the bus. I was worried that people would see up my frock and guess that I was not a girl but a boy under petticoat punishment. I thought nothing could get worse.

I was also even more worried about my bladder. I had asked.

"When are we going home?

The only reply I got was:

"Later dear."

As the bus headed for home I thought back. It had been less than a day since it all started. I had never liked the idea of moving to England. I knew my mom had to do something because dad's disappearance threatened us with homelessness.

I suppose being taken in by 'Aunt Janice' was better than the street. >From April to July. I had mostly been the free spirit I had managed back in the States. I was not sorry to have a kind of reputation "The damn Yankee."

But then I got home at the end of the school term. My mom was waiting with Janice with Sophie and with Janice's daughter Diana- who was my age. "Tommy you have never done your share in the house. From now on you will. Just to make up for the last few months you will also do Sophie and Diana's shares of the housework."

I was not having that.

"But housework is girl's work."

Diana stood up. She held onto it.

"That's why I had this made especially for you."

I fear my protest sounded a little childish.

"I won't do housework and I won't wear a dress and you can't make me." Aunt Janice grabbed me. She was nearly a foot taller than me and a lot more formidable in every way.

"I think I can make you."

I found myself over her knees. My pants and shorts were around my knees. Sophie handed her a hairbrush.

"I am going to spank you six times for disobedience. If you continue to disobey I will spank you 12 times in half an hour then 24 in an hour until you learn."

I had imagined that an across the knees spanking would be a bit embarrassing. This aspect was worse with three other females watching and smiling.

I had supposed the pain would be marginal. I was wrong. Janice had considered being a professional tennis player. She served faster than most men. She spanked a lot harder. After one blow I was willing to give up. After six I was actually crying. I did not even resist when Diana insisted on herself dressing me.

It was Mom introduced the next phase:

"You said something about chained to the kitchen sink." This is exactly what happened. The chain was fixed to the tap and to my wrist. It was quite heavy. Oh and Sophie got to add to my humiliation. She put me into a plastic covered apron and got to tie it at the back. They had not washed dishes or pots for several days. I had over two hours of hard work. At last I was finished. I had hoped to be finished with my dress. It turned out that they had something worse in store. Mom explained:

"I'll get Sophie ready for bed and you get Tommy ready. They can have their supper. Sophie's bed time is half past eight but she has been a good girl and she can stay up till 9 o'clock. I think that Tommy should go to bed as soon as supper is over."

I could not think what Mom had meant about getting me ready for bed. I soon found out. Janice reminded me.

"After your father left you Sophie had a little problem. Do you remember what you said...."

I was not sure what Janice was talking about. I soon found out.

"You said:

'If Sophie wets the bed she can always wear diapers.'"

"Now let's look at your sheet, clean last night."

I had left a very visible semen stain.

"It's all right. I've got clean sheets, a clean waterproof sheet, and some napkins and baby panties."

If my ass did not still been warm from three hours earlier I might have resisted. I did not. I lay on the bed. I let my aunt pin 4 or five regular baby diapers round me. I suppose I was also embarrassed that they fitted. Then came the plastic panties.

Then 'Aunt Janice' led me down stairs. I was not wearing anything except plastic panties and very bulky very visible didies. Sophie enjoyed her supper. I did not enjoy mine.

Worse was to follow.

"Diana made some jim jams specially for you."

The pajamas were a one piece set. They had feet on them. They had mittens on them. The mittens were secured round each wrist. I would not be able to undo them. I would not either be able to undo the tightly fitting buttons at the back which secured the whole thing on me. "Just to make sure you are not naughty."

Cords were attached to the mittens. These were attached to the bed when I was lying down. I had no chance of undoing them. "And I remember so much how you wanted the room that was soundproof so you could play your stereo. We'll be wearing ear muff tonight." By ten I really needed to pee. It was worse at 2 am. I woke at 6am. I could not resist any more.

At 7 am Sophie came in.

"Aunty Janice wants to know if you did wee wee in your dydee."

I nodded.

"Say it."

"I wet myself."

Sophie was not going to let me get away with anything.

"Answer properly. Did Tommy do wee wee in his dydees?"

I surrendered.

"Tommy did wee wee in his dydees."

My mother came in.

"I bet you'd like me to get you out of your wet diapers."

I nodded.

"Well the thing is you usually do not get out of bed until half past nine on a Saturday. I do not think today should be any different." So I had to lie there for another two and a half hours in wet diapers. It was even worse than that. My bladder started again demanding to be emptied. I had to wet my diapers again.

At last 9.30 came. Once Mom had got me out of the 'jamies and wet diapers I was allowed to shower. Janice again insisted on dressing me. The panties were very frilly. The dress was very childish. And I hated the hairstyle. I spent the morning ironing clothes. I was to be taken into town in the afternoon 'for a treat'. Give what I was wearing I did not expect to enjoy the trip.

 

The next place we went to was a well organized play ground. There were lots of younger and pre school children. The trouble was that many of them were there with their older sisters. I knew many of these older girls. They knew me. Within a few minutes I was surrounded by teasing and taunting. Oh and my need for the bathroom had got worse.

I walked towards the girls' bathroom. Allison knew me. She said:

"Men who go to the girl's toilets get into trouble." Now I do not think the younger children knew who I was. I walked towards the boy's toilet. Now because the play ground was aimed at younger children there was a lady park keeper about. She did not recognize me. She helpfully stated:

"The girl's toilet is over there."

Allison was very amused.

Aunt Janice had another idea. We could go to the river and feed the ducks. We did so. It was a little colder by the river. The weather had got colder anyway. My bladder was about to explode. Sophie was enjoying feeding the ducks. Aunt Janice was enjoying firmly keeping hold of my hand. At last we were going home. I was delighted. We were nearly home. I would soon have access to the bathroom. Then Sophie said. "I forgot my teddy."

We had to go back to the park. It took a long time to find the teddy. She found it. Then she asked.

"Can we feed the ducks again?"

Aunt Janice said:

"Yes."

Within a minute of getting into the breeze by the river I could hold it no longer. I wet my panties. I soaked my frock. I made a puddle. It was very visible.

Aunt Janice then explained.

"I thought we might have a problem. I brought a spare napkin just in case. And you do have a clean dress."

My aunt produced a baby diaper. She had been carrying the dress we had collected from the dress maker. She led me back to the playground. "Now Tommy did not know whether to go to the girl's or the boy's toilet. But the baby changing area is for boys and girls." Allison had seen what happened and told several other girls. They followed Aunt Janice and me into the baby changing area. I had to let my aunt take my wet dress and panties off and put them in a plastic bag. I let her pin me into one diaper. Then I was put into the new, and still more juvenile frock.

Allison offered to take the plastic bag with my wet dress and panties to our home. Aunt Janice accepted this.

"We've got to get Tommy some new clothes."

I was again led to the bus stop. Aunt Janice insisted on taking me upstairs on the double Decker. I felt sure that people could look up my rather short dress and see the diaper.

I was taken to Boots the Chemist. Four extra large pairs of plastic panties were purchased. Aunt Janice was disappointed that they did not have and pink ones.

We did not go to 'Mothercare'. We went to a small shop which specialized in girls' and children's clothes.

"We need five dozen baby napkins. Tommy has wet himself for the third time. He is going to need his nappies. Oh, and can we use your changing room."

Aunt Janice lifted my dress. She unpinned the one diaper. It was adjusted. 4 of the new nappies were pinned with it. On came a pair of plastic panties. I was very aware of the huge bulk under my rather short frock.

Aunt Janice had another nasty idea.

"Now Tommy you are going to need some more dresses which go with nappies and baby panties. If you choose some Ms Christine will be able to make them in your size."

I refused to choose. Aunt Janice did so for me. The frocks she picked were very frilly and feminine. They were also very short. They would have advertised the briefest of panties. They would be little better than a t-shirt to hide my bulky baby diapers.

Then we had another bus journey. Again Aunt Janice dragged me upstairs. Ms Christine was delighted to hear what had happened. She fussed around me measuring. I would normally have been glad to take off a dress. As it was I was just in diapers and panties.

When we got home Aunt Janice suggested we should get a potty for me. My mother, having at last got authority over me, decided not to let me off so lightly.

"I think it would do Tommy some good to spend a while using diapers, all the time."

That evening I was again needing to go to the bathroom. I asked permission. I was told that I had diapers. I said that was not what I meant. I was told:

"Babies do doo doos in their didies."

I was made to spend the night in the messy diapers.

 

It was Diana who took me to the dress maker on Tuesday. I was allowed to carry on wearing a frock which did hide the undies. However this did not work going up and down stairs on the bus.

>From then on at home all the time I was in frocks which made it totally impossible to hide my, often very wet, diapers.

 

After two weeks I was really grateful to be put into dresses which would suit a six year old. I did not argue about doing all that housework. It was wonderful to be allowed to use a potty.

That fall I went back to school. I did different courses. They included typing (not something many boys did in the 70s), needlework and Domestic Science.

I totally accepted female authority. At home I was always in a dress of some kind. At school I wore pants, but often of a type which a girl might also have worn. All the time I wore panties. Quite often at school I also wore a bra and stockings.

I was still subject to other punishments. I did not get many spankings from Aunt Janice, but I got enough to remind me not to annoy her.

One day I forgot a vital ingredient. The shop would be closed by the time I went back. I was told I would have to get this spice, and some other items, first thing the following morning. Aunt Janice offered a choice:

"Now do you want to go in a dress, or you could wear pants. But in that case we'll give you lots to drink and put you to bed in nappies now. You can get the shopping whilst in wet nappies."

I resisted making such a choice. This was an error. I ended up going shopping not only wearing a frock but also wearing very bulky diapers. They were soggy and sagging.

I became the ideal 'wife' or 'child' for any dominant woman. But that is another story.

  

  

  

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