Sam and Rebecca have been going out for a few months, but she is fed up with his constant moaning and stroppy attitude. She decides that he needs to grow up and thinks of a great way to make her point...

Notes: For US readers, a nappy is the UK term for a diaper. Quid is slang for pounds (currency). All the characters in this story are fictional and of adult age. No references to children are given or implied. This story contains some strong language.

 

Grow Up

by Forced Consent
forcedconsent@googlemail.com

4th May 2008

 

"Sam, I need a favour" shouted Rebecca. "Sod off Becky, I'm watching the match". Rebecca sighed. This was exactly the kind of attitude she was sick of. He hadn't even asked what the favour was - and she hated being called Becky. "Look, it'll really help me out, and I can pay you". There was no reply and a moment later, Sam appeared. Rebecca smiled...

"You must be fucking crazy! As if I'll do that!" screamed Sam. "Always with the melodrama" thought Rebecca. "Come on Sam, no-one will see and it's just for a couple of minutes so I can make any final alterations". "Well how much do you sell these for?" he asked, his mind still hooked on making some money. "About 150-200 quid?" "Jesus, who'd pay that for a fancy dress costume?" "Come on Sam, I'll give you 50 quid, not bad for a couple of minutes work is it?" Sam paused for a moment, trying to get his head around the situation. "And no-one will see?" "Well who else is going to see, there's only me here! Jesus Sam, grow up, I'll go and get it!"

Sam almost choked. "Rebecca. I can't wear that!" He looked at the dress which stood between him and fifty pounds. It was bright pink with a high, pleated waist and white lace ruffles around the short puffy sleeves. The hem stopped about three inches above his knees and there was a white curved collar with a pink bow hanging from the front. And it was covered all over in Barbie designs! There were pictures of Barbie wearing a skirt, the word 'Barbie' emblazoned all over it and little hearts and flowers printed everywhere. It was the kind of a dress that an eight year old girl might be a bit embarrassed to wear. "Who the hell would buy this on Ebay?!" he asked. "Like I said Sam, it's a fancy dress costume which I was going to wear months ago to a party, but didn't use it in the end, so now I'm selling it." Rebecca was lying through her teeth. In fact she'd bought the dress herself just a few days before.

Sam continued to stare at the dress. "Okay, what if I give you 60 quid, is that better?" Sam quickly latched on to the idea of bargaining. "What about you give me 100 quid?" "100 quid?! That's a bit steep isn't it?" "Well if you want me to make a pratt out of myself, I figure you can pay me for it!" She had him. "Right, well here's the deal then. I'll give you 100 quid but for that you need to wear the dress and the accessories, then I can adjust it properly and probably sell it for the top amount." Sam hesitated - "and it's just a couple of minutes?" "Of course, I just need to see if there are any rips and make sure that it all looks okay together" Rebecca lied. Sam pursed his lips, and slowly nodded.

And so he started to earn his 100 pounds. Rebecca handed him a pair of pants which were essentially a white, elasticated nappy, followed by a pair of pink Barbie pants to cover it. "Are these really necessary?" asked a somewhat embarrassed Sam, as he pulled the Barbie pants over the nappy. They had a thick plastic liner built in and made a very loud crackling noise with the slightest movement. "If you want your 100 quid, they're necessary, as are these" replied Rebecca, handing him a pair of shiny, white tights. On they went, over the nappy and pants, slightly muffling the loud noises from the plastic nappy cover. "Shoes and socks next, then you're nearly done" said Rebecca, passing him a pair of ruffle anklets and pink Mary Jane style shoes. Sam put the socks on his feet over the shiny tights, and then strapped the shoes on. "You seem to know what you're doing Sam, are you sure you've not dressed up before?" asked Rebecca, knowing it would get a reaction. "Piss off!" came the reply, "As soon as you've done what you need to do it's all coming off and you owe me some cash!"

"Well we're nearly done now so you can stop moaning, just the petticoat and dress left." Sam pulled the vest style petticoat out of her bag and held it up. "Hang on, you never said anything about that!" shouted Sam. "Oh Sam, for fuck's sake, it's part of the costume!" "Well I don't think 100 quid is enough for all that" he replied. "Jesus, right, I'll sell it for 200 and give you 150, how about that?" As expected, Sam went quiet. "For that you wear the petticoat and these reins, and that's the whole outfit done" Rebecca was calling his bluff and knew it would work, and she was right. "Right, deal" he grunted.

"Arms up then" she said, and seconds later the pink and white petticoat was in place around his torso, the bottom part billowing out with masses of lace. "Now your dress". Again Sam's arms went up and Rebecca unzipped the back of the childish dress. She couldn't wait to see him in it. Down it went, his arms poking out of the short, puffy sleeves. Rebecca zipped up the back and smoothed the dress out over the petticoat. Sam wasn't saying anything at this stage, his attitude seemed crushed by the ridiculous costume. The reins came last of all. Rebecca lifted them up and held them before Sam. They were a mass of white leather straps and buckles. Sam instinctively put out his arms, much to Rebecca's private amusement. She passed them over his arms and buckled the chest strap, followed by thick straps over each shoulder. Sam looked down at his chest and saw that the front had a large oval piece of leather which pictures of teddies on.

"Almost done" said Rebecca, as she fiddled with the buckles. "They're tight enough thanks" said Sam, sarcastically. "I wasn't tightening them silly, I was putting the padlocks on." "What do you mean, padlocks?!" shouted Sam. "Well they're part of the reins, I guess it's to stop them coming off by accident, anyway the keys are here so stop worrying" she replied, brushing his concerns to one side. "Right, let's have a look at the outfit and make sure it's all okay, then you can take it off". Rebecca was trying hard to not scream with laughter. Sam looked ridiculous in his childish costume, like some parody of a six year old girl playing dress-up. She wanted Sam to feel relaxed, and composed herself.

"Okay, walk up and down the hallway for me, I need to see how it looks" she said. Sam started walking along the carpet, his plastic pants noisily reminding him that they were there. "Hmm, it's hard to see if the dress is okay in this light... come and walk down the path and back so I can see properly". She walked to the front door. "No fucking way!" replied Sam, "Someone will see me." "Oh for crying out loud Sam, who's going to see you, you'll be outside for about ten seconds, and then we're done and you're 150 quid up." Sam followed her to the front door and peeked out. "There's no-one around, come on, I just need to check the costume in the light - walk to the gate and back." Sam stepped out into the sunlight and looked around nervously. He then ran to the gate, turned around and ran back. "Right, we're done", he said. "Hang on, we're not done, I didn't get to see a bloody thing - I said walk, not run, do it again and this time WALK!"

Sam turned around and walked slowly to the gate. Rebecca smirked as his Barbie dress bounced up and down on his petticoats. Sam started to act it up, perhaps trying to convince himself that he was game for anything. "Do I make a pretty Barbie girl then, eh Rebecca?" he joked as he reached the gate. "You certainly do" she smirked, reaching behind her and pulling the front door. It slammed shut with a very final sounding thud. Sam spun around and looked at Rebecca, who spun round and pushed the door. "Shit, it's slammed, it must have been a draft". Sam seemed to go into blind panic and just stood there for a second, before running up the path and pushing the door furiously. "Sam, it's locked, get your key out and get us back in!" "What key?" he screamed, "I haven't got my key with me!" "Shit", she replied, feigning concern, "well what about the windows, are any of them open". Sam rushed to the end window and pulled it but it was locked shut. "I'm sure I left this open, shit!" Rebecca knew that he'd left it open, for it was she who'd closed and locked it when she went to get the dress.

Sam paused for a moment before remembering how he was dressed. "Fuck, how am I going to get back inside?" he asked, "Maybe smash a window..." Rebecca shook her head. "If you do that it's going to make a real mess, cost a fortune to fix and all the neighbours will be out. Do you want them to see you dressed like that?" Sam said nothing; he was still in a sort of denial about his predicament. "There is one thing I can think of... I've got my car keys, so we'll jump in my car and drive to my flat, I'll pick up your spare key and we'll drive back." "Rebecca, I can't go for a drive in your car dressed like this, are you fucking nuts?" "Well please yourself, that's the only thing I can think of, do you have any better ideas?" Sam slowly shook his head. "So we're agreed then, right, get in the car and let's get this sorted out". Sam froze, not wanting to accept that this really was the only way. "You can always stand outside the house in your pretty little Barbie outfit if you prefer - I'll be gone about an hour in total?" "Well can you take these clothes off me?" he asked. "Not while you're locked into those reins, the keys are inside remember, and besides, what would you change into?" Sam tugged at the leather reins but they gripped his chest tightly. "You'll have to face up to the fact that you're in those clothes for the next hour or so."

He walked over to the car, looking around anxiously. Rebecca walked over the driver side and unlocked the car. "You should get in the back Samantha, then you can lie down and stay hidden" Sam didn't care for the 'Samantha' reference but wasn't really up for arguing. He climbed in and lay down. Rebecca was again amused that he smoothed down his dress before lying down. "Are you worried you'll crease your pretty dress, Sammy?" "Stop fucking teasing will you, Becky, just get the damn key so I can get back in and get these stupid clothes off. I've definitely earned my 150 quid today." Rebecca said nothing and just smiled to herself. She started the car and drove off. "You know Sam, for 150 pounds you really should have let me put some makeup on you. Some pink lipstick, sparkly eyeshadow and pearly pink nail varnish would have really matched your cute little outfit." "Quit it Rebecca", said Sam, "you've no idea how embarrassing this is." "Really? I guess you wouldn't have needed much blusher then", was her smirked response.

Nothing more was said for the next 30 minutes as Rebecca continued to drive. Finally she stopped. "We're here." Sam sat up and immediately noticed that they were nowhere near Rebecca's house. In fact they were in the main car park of the main shopping center, some fifteen miles from his house. "Rebecca, what are you doing, you haven't got time to go to the shops, we need to get my key so I can get back and change!" Sam screamed. Rebecca turned around and looked at him. "Say hi to Allison and Jenna", she said, nodding towards the side window. Sam turned and saw the two girls, Rebecca's best friends, running over to the car and his heart skipped a beat. The two girls ran up to the window, stopped dead as they saw the way Sam was dressed and then doubled over with fits of hysterical laughter. Allison pulled a compact camcorder out of her bag and started filming Sam through the window, while Jenna shouted "Oh Rebecca, how did you get him into that dress, how embarrassing!" Sam was wishing the ground would swallow him up and was torn between sitting where he was and being filmed, or getting out the car and risk being seen in public.

The girls made the decision for him. Allison put the camcorder back in her bag, opened the door and piled in. Meanwhile Jenna was at the other door and was leaning in. Together they pushed and heaved Sam out of the door, sending him flying into a heap on the floor. Jenna climbed in and they closed the door, locking Sam out. As he got up, Jenna had the camcorder and was filming him again, the window wound down a touch. "What's the matter, doesn't baby like being filmed in his pretty pink dress and reins?" They shrieked with laughter, while Rebecca took photo after photo with her camera phone. Sam was crouching, trying instinctively to be invisible, a futile task as the girls gathered more footage of him in his humiliating clothes. "Looks like our pretty princess is a bit shy and wants some attention" laughed Rebecca, and started sounding long blasts on the horn. "Stop it, shit, what's going on?" shrieked Sam. How the hell had he got into this position!

"Here's the deal, princess", Rebecca said, "I'm sick to death of the way you act at home and I'm not interested in you anymore. You need to grow up, so I thought this might be a nice way to make the point." "But Rebecca, please, what are you doing?" pleaded Sam, putting his hands together as if in prayer. This drew more hysterical laughs from the girls in the back as they continued to record it. "Well Sammy, as you know you're at the shopping center about fifteen miles from your house. I'm not taking you back and you've got no money, so you'd better start walking. Should take four to five hours." Sam was speechless. Rebecca continued giving him the good news. "Since it's Saturday afternoon, there are people everywhere. I imagine you'll get lots of attention walking through the shopping center and streets, stuck in your little Barbie outfit and leather reins, especially with the nice loud noise those plastic pants make! You look absolutely ridiculous!"

Sam had turned white, realising that he really was going to be exposed to everyone dressed like this. "But what about the front door... the key?" "Oh yeah, well that's your problem, Barbie. I guess you'll have to smash a window after all!" Jenna stopped filming. "Ooh, we can call the police and tell them there's a weirdo walking around wearing a pink Barbie outfit threatening to smash people's windows?" "What do you say, Barbie, shall we phone in an anonymous tip off, or are you going to be a good little girl and get going? Sam half stood up and aimlessly started wandering back in the direction of his house. The girls resumed filming and followed alongside him in the car. "You do realise this is going to be the best ever girlfriend dumps boyfriend video going? It's going on YouTube later on - you'll be a huge hit at school next week! That's if you don't run into some of your mates on the way back. What are you going to tell them?"

The girls followed Sam's humiliation for a few more minutes before shouting "We're off to do some video work now, have a nice long walk Barbie!" And with a few blasts on the horn off they went, leaving Sam with no choice but to walk through the busy streets in his embarrassing, juvenile outfit for the next few hours.

  

  

  

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