Jennie's Potty-Training

by Baby Jennie

Chapter 9. Baby Visits the Beauty Salon

  

I awoke on my back in my cot to the strangely familiar sensation of someone briskly patting my wet nappy front. As I groggily came to I peered up at my grinning cousin Bonnie, sucking louder on my dum-dums in temporary confusion when the unfamiliar long dark eyelashes fluttered distractingly in my field of view. I pushed my baby away from my body and glanced across to see Bonnie's pendulous breasts swaying over the raised side railing of my pastel-pink crib, the hot-pink lettering on her tight white t-shirt temporarily stretched into indecipherability. The beautifully made-up brunette was gently smacking the crotch of my white onesie stretched over the yellow baby panties with her cupped palm and fingers. The glistening taut plastic panties beneath made that tell-tale wet 'thwack-thwack-thwack' noise over the warm soggy nappies they contained, a sound so familiar to all mothers with diapered babies.

I realised I was hard and fully aroused under my wonderful warm wet swaddling, and Bonnie's huge golden eyes glinted with sardonic amusement while her palm rested on the obvious bulge of my swollen erection. She grinned nastily down at me while cooing, "Wakey-wakey, Baby Jennie! Ooo, who's an excited, wet little girl after her nap then, hmm?" She finished slapping the damp plastic stretched tautly between my helplessly splayed thighs, and let the crib rail drop with an alarming 'crash!' I glanced over to see April was lifting my sleepy sister from her bed too, and Angelica's roller-free head was covered in a mass of bobbing platinum curls. I anxiously reached up to my scalp and found the silk scarf still tied in place over the horrid curlers, but I was relieved to see my smiling mother watching us from the Nursery doorway.

"Don't come in yet," April entreated my mother before she could step into the room. "Let us change them into fresh nappies and finish their make-up and hair-dos, Aunty Isy. Then we can dress them up for you, and show you how gorgeous they look," she persisted, as she carried Angie to the change table and unclipped the crotch of her white onesie.

"Alright, girls. Here, take these drinks for the babies, and call me when you're ready," Mummy cheerfully agreed. After handing our sippy-cups to Bonnie, she turned on her heel and left. As soon as April had finished changing Angie's nappy, Bonnie handed my sister the purple sippy-cup and placed my pink cup aside on the dressing table. She lifted me from my crib and lay me back on the padded vinyl surface, forcing my thighs wider apart to open the snap crotch of my snug white onesie. My stiffie had already wilted, so I tried to ignore the 'Chicks Rule' statement emblazoned across my overbearing brunette cousin's huge jiggling bosom. I gazed vacantly out the Nursery window, where I could see the bright afternoon sun starting to break through the thinning cloud cover.

I gently rubbed the sleep from my heavy lids with my fists, and April asked her sister in some concern; "Bonnie? Should Baby Jennie be allowed to rub her eyes like that?" The enormous brunette beehive loomed closer as my buxom cousin leaned forward and carefully examined my eyelashes and plucked eyebrows, then she gave a shark-like smile with her freshly-painted, bee-stung lips.

"She's fine," Bonnie reassured her worried big sister with a dismissive wave of one beautifully manicured hand. "Her brows are still like, perfect, and I haven't put any mascara on her eyelashes yet. Those are the permanent lash extensions from my salon that I glued on her, you know? Like ours, they won't come off for weeks, no matter how hard this pretty little baby rubs her big blue eyes!"

April giggled at the condescending reply, and returned her attention to dressing my little sister in some shiny yellow rumba panties with row after row of shimmering white lace frills across the seat, while Bonnie directed her glowing golden orbs on my anxious face. "Such a wet little girl you are, Baby Jennie," Bonnie crooned mock-maternally, as she whisked down my damp yellow plastic panties to my ankles and unpinned my saturated swaddling. "This nappy is wet through already!" she exclaimed in horrified amazement, distastefully holding up my drenched diaper between the tips of her thumb and forefinger for all to see, before disdainfully tossing it in the nappy bucket and complaining, "I only changed her an hour ago!"

I eyed her fearfully when she scrubbed my thankfully limp genitals with the cool moist baby wipes, but she didn't seem interested in torturing me for the moment - well, not physically. As she fiercely scrubbed the sticky powder remnants from the shrivelled head, she ruthlessly demanded, "What's this called again, Baby Jennie?" She formed the long pink talons of her right thumb and index finger into a menacing pincer, and snapped the sharp tips together near the tip of my tiny wrinkled organ in dire warning. I knew what she wanted me to say, and blushed with shame as I used the humiliating female terms she expected to hear.

"It'th my clittie, Aunty Bonnie," I whispered obediently around my dummy teat.

"What was that again, little girl?" April sharply demanded from across the room.

"My clittie, Aunty April, it'th my little clittie," I loudly and submissively repeated, my pink cheeks turning crimson with fresh shame when both girls giggled derisively in cruel appreciation. Even Angelica laughed at me, although I felt certain she couldn't understand the topic under discussion.

While Bonnie raised my ankles with one hand and thoroughly cleaned my urine-stained crotch and bottom crease with the other, April removed my headscarf and started unwinding the many rollers twined in my long blonde locks. It was probably just as well, since the repeated painful tugging on my scalp thankfully prevented any chance of my becoming inadvertently aroused by Bonnie's overly-familiar handling, no matter how many times she poked her wipe-covered finger into my tightly puckered anus. I even dared to grumble resentfully around my mouth-filling pacifier when April seemed determined to impatiently rip the remaining curlers out before fully unrolling them. After a thorough oiling and powdering of my genitals, which started unwelcome fresh stirrings down below, Bonnie made sure the comforting clean nappies were snugly pinned around my hips. She relentlessly unclipped, removed and refastened the big pink pins several times, until she was satisfied my diaper was tight enough. I was grateful my clittie hadn't swollen enough to attract her attention before it was safely covered in the soft fluffy terrycloth, and I remained meekly compliant while the grinning teen finished diapering me. The same damp yellow panties with the nasty orange stains were slid up my legs and tugged into place over my lovely fresh nappy, and the tight elastic leg bands tucked safely into the crotch.

In saccharine baby talk Bonnie crooned, "Point your toesies like a pretty ballerina, Baby Jennie." April snickered and even Angelica giggled when I instinctively obeyed her humiliating instructions in pink-cheeked silence. She drew the shiny yellow satin rumba panties over my compliantly pointed toes and up to my thighs, before sweetly ordering; "Footsies down, and lift that botty high for Aunty Bonnie. Good girl! And down, Baby Jennie," she commanded needlessly, when she had tugged the tight elastic waistband up over my thick nappies and crackling baby panties, then she sat me up. Both chuckling teenagers finger-combed out the mess of pale blonde curls bouncing around my submissively bowed head, and then Bonnie handed me my pink sippy-cup full of water. I swiftly drained the contents, grateful to slake my sudden thirst. "Look at those gorgeous curls," Bonnie cooed in honeyed baby tones. "Don't they make her look more feminine?" she asked her older sister.

"They certainly do!" April enthusiastically agreed, likewise using her long fingers to tease up Angelica's bouncing blonde halo. "Such pretty little girls," she crooned affectionately, making my sister beam with pleasure.

The two Amazons fussed and fawned over Angie and me, assuring us that they were turning both of us into beautiful little girls. I passively sat on my big padded bum on the change table and watched as the girls dressed Angelica first, lowering her frothy white petticoat over her smiling face and dressing her in some sheer white socks with pretty yellow lace trim. Her gleaming black patent Maryjanes were buckled over the top, and she almost danced on the spot with excitement as Bonnie finally lowered the slithering yellow party frock over her shimmering blonde curls. While Bonnie tied the gauzy darker yellow waist sash for my sister, our taller cousin turned her dark brown eyes on me. She imperiously pushed me onto my back and slid some frilly white anklet socks on my feet. "Ballerina toesies," she crooned, and she smiled at my swift automatic response. I felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment and I sucked harder on my dum-dums for comfort. I knew without looking that the lace frills were yellow, too, that she rearranged above my ankles till she was satisfied. April buckled my black Maryjanes in place, and then lifted me down from the change table and removed my white onesie over my head, thoughtlessly leaving my dummy clipped to the collar so that it was unexpectedly ripped from my puffy pink-stained lips.

"Look at the gorgeous frou-frou chiffon petticoat we brought for our sweet new toddler cousin," April crooned in a sickly-sweet tone, as I fingered my tender swollen lips. She handed Bonnie the short white petticoat first, and the grinning brunette curtly ordered me to raise my hands and hold my head up. I pouted my pink puffy lips and resentfully stuck out my fat bottom lip, but obeyed her nonetheless. The glistening bodice was made from white bridal satin with slender shoestring straps, and the whispering mass of chiffon petties underneath flared out over my heavily diapered hips like a ballerina's tutu, utterly failing to cover my bulging yellow rumba panties. Despite the warm afternoon, the heavy satin material felt strangely cool against me sensitive little nipples, which unexpectedly started to stiffen at the slithering liquid caress.

"Now for your pretty new party dress, Baby Jennie. Chin up, and hands up high in the air again, sweetie, like a pretty ballerina." Bonnie carried the frilly frock over to me, and it rustled loudly with her every movement. Like Angelica's, my dress was made from buttercup-yellow satin, with a wide darker yellow organza sash that tied in back and pretty embroidered flowers and tiny ribbon bows decorating the bodice in front. The wispy dangling ends of the ribbon sash fell way past the brief hem. It had elbow-length puffy, gathered and ruffled sleeves, edged with white lace and tiny yellow satin ribbon bows, and the high round neckline had a frilly white lace-trimmed collar.

They both helped pull the slithering feminine creation over my head and compliantly raised arms, and April buttoned up the back for me. They fluffed and fussed with the short flounced hem and swishing petties underneath, cooing and fawning over both me and the frilly juvenile outfit. Bonnie took forever tying the wispy sash to her satisfaction in a big floppy bow behind the small of my back. "It's perfect on her, April! Look at that fit! My, my! Isn't she the prettiest little girl ever in yellow!" she exclaimed in unabashed delight, and I blushed rosily under her effusive praise. It was the frilliest of little-girl party frocks and like the rustling flounced petticoat underneath, it didn't even cover half of my shameful baby panties front or back.

When I glanced in the Nursery full-length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door across the room, my focus was drawn exclusively to the huge bulging crotch of my shiny yellow panties. I turned around and peeked over my shoulder to check the view from the rear, and my huge diapered bottom stuck out obscenely for all the world to see, exaggerated by the three rows of shimmering white lace dancing across my bulging tushie. I realised that everyone who saw me would know I was wearing nappies under my frilly baby dress as soon as they laid eyes on me, and I cringed with fresh shame and dropped my gaze to the floor, too humiliated to consider examining the feminine alterations to my blushing red face.

"I agree! She's adorable!" April crooned. "A pretty baby girl in her beautiful little party frock!" My eyes watered over in sheer mortification, and I felt a single unstoppable tear trickle down my burning red cheek as Bonnie dragged me into the Nursery en-suite bathroom, with April and Angie following closely behind.

"Oh honey, you're crying! It's all right, Baby Jennie! You must be overcome with tears of joy to be dressed in such a darling baby frock. Is that it, sweetie?" Bonnie cooed mockingly, as she spun me around to face her. Remembering the promise I'd made to Mummy, I could only sniffle and nod tearfully in reluctant agreement. "Don't cry, baby girl. We just have to finish your hair and make-up, and then we can show your Mummy what a beautiful little girl you really are! Sit down facing me, Baby Jennie." Bonnie backed me up till my big padded bottom plopped onto the seat facing away from the vanity mirror, and my cheeks grew rosy again when I realised my fresh diaper was already warm and wet under my bottom. I hadn't even felt myself wetting, but there was no doubt my nappy crotch was comfortingly warm and soggy between my helplessly splayed thighs.

My cousins laughed at my subdued obedient behaviour as I distractedly rocked back and forth in my delightful humid swaddling, my excitable little clittie automatically reacting to the arousing clinging warmth. Bonnie finished fluffing out my long blonde curls, then she gently wiped away my tears with a tissue. With a calculating smile, she picked up a shiny yellow satin ribbon from the bathroom vanity. Bonnie grinned down at me with evil satisfaction as she drew the ribbon around my curly locks from behind, and began tying a fancy bow in front over my crown. The long ends dangled distractingly in front of my face, until she tied them in a huge floppy bow on top. She smiled mercilessly down at me, obviously pleased with her handiwork, and then gripped my chin to turn my face from side to side as she closely examined my make-up. My sister's hair was similarly bound in a matching yellow satin ribbon, and she was so excited she could barely sit still. "Oh please, Aunty April?" she begged our taller dark-haired cousin as she finished tying a similar floppy double bow in her hair ribbon. "Can you take us out for a walk in our new matching dresses? Look!" she exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the high frosted bathroom window which gleamed with brilliant sunshine. "The sun's come out!"

"We'll see," temporised April, ignoring my instantly horrified expression to glance at her beautifully made-up younger sister. Bonnie simply smiled broadly and nodded enthusiastically in agreement, before she bent over her pink plastic toolbox again. She sorted through the lipsticks in the box till she found the gold tube she wanted, selecting a candy-pink shade of lipstick for me to match my fluorescent nails. I shuddered as she firmly gripped my chin and brought the faintly-perfumed pink stick ever closer to my already pink-stained mouth. I felt the goose bumps rise when she evenly smoothed the soft moist lipstick over my obediently-stretched, puffy pink-stained lips. She had me press and carefully rub my swollen greasy lips together, demonstrating the correct technique with her own perfect glossy pink mouth. I had to 'blot' my painted lips on a folded tissue she held for me, and then Bonnie made me stretch my mouth wide so she could carefully apply a creamy second coat. She made me repeat the lip-smacking business and blot again, before she appeared satisfied. Angie sat next to me and took one of my hands reassuringly, which trembled with nervous excitement even as I blinked back the hot tears of humiliation.

Bonnie painted Angie's cupid's bow lips too, to the delighted giggles of my thrilled baby sister, and then our cousin replaced the capped lipstick in her toolbox. She produced a long skinny black tube, which she unscrewed while smirking at me in anticipation, like a cat eyeing a bowl of cream. "Keep your face perfectly still for Aunty Bonnie, precious girl," she cooed at me, laughing gaily at my worried expression. She made me stare at her nose and proceeded to brush my extended eyelashes with a little black spiky wand, ordering me to blink very slowly at the same time. Finally she approached me holding a tiny pink flip-top container in one hand, and a small version of my Daddy's shaving brush in the other. After she repeatedly rubbed the bristles in the little pink pot and then stroked them gently across my cheeks, I realized the delicate perfumed brush was as soft as a mink coat.

While Bonnie brushed a hint of mascara on Angelica's little lashes and some blusher on her high round cheeks, April finished by squirting a dash of strong floral perfume on my wrists, and then another unexpected cold squirt below my neck, which made me squeal in surprise and wince. I made a wry face at their amused chortles when Angelica chided me with that superior knowing tone; "It's only perfume, Baby Jennie! Don't be such a sooky baby!" She eagerly presented her wrists and throat to be sprayed, giggling and shivering in delight at the perfume's cold kiss.

"Okay, stand up and turn around for us, little girls!" April instructed, clapping her hands for emphasis. "Gorgeous, Angelica, simply gorgeous! Come on, Baby Jennie, twirl your skirts for me. Faster, baby. Faster! Yes, that's it! You both make beautiful little girls! You're absolutely adorable!"

"Thank you Aunty April," simpered my delighted little sister, performing a neat curtsey while I dizzily gazed down at the frilly mass of swishing skirts and rustling petties still swaying and bobbing distractingly around my heavily padded hips.

I felt so humiliated, but when I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was astounded! With the ribbon bow in my long curly hair, the ruffled lace collar around my neck, and the lace and ribbons on the sheer puffy sleeves all framing my face, I looked every bit as frilly and sissified as I had ever seen my baby sister appear. I saw what took Bonnie so long tying the sash behind me. It was huge! It was all pouffed out at the sides, with the curves of the wispy bows visible from the front like the wings of an angel - or a fairy! The long gossamer ends practically floated down the back to the frothy lace-lavished hem of the too-short satin dress. I looked and smelled like the sissiest toddler girl ever in my delicate lace and ribbons. "Isn't she beautiful?" Bonnie crooned, cruelly gripping my shoulders and pushing me forward until I had to confront my brightly-lit feminised reflection in the mirror.

I almost didn't recognise the beautiful feminine face staring wide-eyed back at me. The gorgeous little girl in the mirror had big blues eyes like me, framed by impossibly-long black lashes that batted seductively every time I blinked, making me look like an oversized China doll. My glossy pink lips looked huge and puffy and doll-like, as if I had been sucking my dummy continuously for several weeks. My high round cheeks were pink and rosy, the rouge exaggerated by my uncontrollable blushes. And with the mass of blonde curls bouncing distractingly above my head, I realised I looked like a six-year-old Shirley Temple from one of her old movies - except in nappies! The floppy satin bow sat above my platinum curls like a bright yellow sign drawing more attention to my feminine juvenile appearance. I looked beautiful. I was a beautiful big baby girl! I felt my excitable clittie stirring inside the deliciously warm wet folds of my nappy, and I watched in cringing mortification as it uncontrollably began to swell and grow, till it visibly tented out the smooth shiny front of my yellow satin panties.

"Oh, you do look beautiful, Baby Jennie!" April giggled at my astonished expression, but when she noticed the direction of my humiliated gaze, her big brown eyes dropped to the distinct bulging front of my shimmering rumba panties, and her smile instantly turned into a scowl. "And I can see you like it, too," she commented scathingly, and my face burned with fresh shame when she enthusiastically called my mother in to check my freshly feminised appearance. This was unbearable! When our mother appeared in the bathroom doorway carrying my dolly Justine, April turned us around to face them, demanding; "Aren't your daughters beautiful, Aunty Isabell? Look at your beautiful Baby Jennie!" I knew my cheeks were blazing with embarrassment, and I kept my humiliated eyes glued to the floor while my excited little sister performed another neat curtsey beside me and politely thanked our grinning cousin.

"Good girl, Angelica. Such good manners, darling," Mummy praised her, before turning her gaze back on me. "But what about you, Baby Jennie? What do you say when someone compliments you, sweetie? Really! You must improve your manners, baby girl. Little girls must always try to be polite and respectful and sweet-tempered. Remember, you promised to be a good little girl for Mummy today? If you don't start acting like one, we might have to keep you in your nappies and frilly baby dresses until you learn to behave properly!"

Mummy's threat certainly caught my attention. "Thank you, Aunty April," I mumbled submissively, not daring to look at them.

"That will never do!" Bonnie frostily declared. "Will it, ladies? Eyes on us, and let's hear you loud and clear, my pretty little miss! And with a proper curtsey, too." Mummy and April roared with laughter at that cruel suggestion, and I flashed back to the times when Sally had taught me to curtsey. But we were alone in her parent's garage at the time - apart from her little sister Michelle, who was dressed in her ballet tutu the same as us.

It had been ages since I'd attempted a curtsey, but I clumsily grabbed the wide-flared edges of my slippery yellow skirt and bent my knees, and tried to glance up demurely at the grinning women. I repeated in a clearer high-pitched warble, "Thank you, Aunty April."

"I see we will have to work on your deportment as well as your manners, Baby Jennie," April commented unkindly, and then she and Bonnie demonstrated the proper technique. They made me practise my curtsey several times, until I remembered to correctly point the toes of my gleaming Maryjanes and bend my knees the way my neighbour Sally had taught me, months ago in our pretend ballet classes. Then April continued sternly, "Now you are wearing my favourite old party dress, Baby Jennie, so I want you to be particularly careful not to soil it this afternoon. You could find yourself going with us to a dress shop to buy a replacement; and who knows what we could end up buying? We girls tend to become so carried away when shopping for new clothes." Panic coursed through me as I pictured myself in some pre-teen girl's boutique dressed like this, accompanied by my vindictive teenage cousins.

Mummy stepped closer to me on her click-clacking pink high heels and grasped my chin firmly. She crouched down and tilted my face up till she could examine my make-up more closely. "Mmm! Don't you smell lovely, Baby Jennie! Bonnie, you've done a fantastic job on her face!" she complimented my grinning cousin, whose glossy pink lips stretched even wider till I thought her face might split in two. "She's absolutely gorgeous! Look at those long girlish lashes and those huge pink lips! And her femininely-shaped eyebrows… And look at her pretty pink nails! Baby Jennie looks positively feminine - and yet so infantile!"

When she released my chin, she smiled when I tremulously mumbled, "Thank you, Mummy." Her pleased smile widened to a grin when I plucked at the edges of my slinky satin frock and attempted a more successful curtsey, glancing up shyly at her to check her reaction. To my relief, she smiled down at my attempts at demure feminine behaviour with apparent delight.

"Good girl, Baby Jennie! What a beautiful, polite little girl you are. I love it, Bonnie! Well done!" Mummy praised us.

"Thanks so much, Aunty Isy," replied the beautifully made-up teenager, almost glowing with happiness at Mummy's heartfelt compliments. "I painted like, a special adhesive base coat on Baby Jennie's nails first, then two coats of colour, you know, with a top coat to seal them. Her nails should look good for like, at least a week. You told us Baby Jennie was embarrassed about being dragged out in public looking like a sissy baby boy, but now you know, everyone will think she really is like, just a pretty little girl."

"A little girl who still wears nappies," Mummy spitefully added, after she glanced down at the tell-tale tenting front of my yellow satin rumba panties, clearly discernible under my brief baby frock. My cheeks blazed with fresh embarrassment and I wondered why I couldn't control my wayward clittie.

Mummy turned her attention to my pretty baby sister, praising her tiny pink fingernails too, and fussing over her fabulous curls and her sweetly made-up face till she almost burst with pride. "Angelica, why don't you grab your baby Sophie from your bed in the Nursery, and take Baby Jennie downstairs and play with your beautiful baby sister? I'm sure she's dying to play 'Mummies and babies' with your dolls again, and eager to participate in all sorts of refined feminine activities. Aren't you, my beautiful Baby Jennie?" insisted Mummy in a tone that brooked no argument, before thrusting my dolly Justine into my arms and gently propelling me towards the door. "Off you go, girls. Mummy just wants to have a little private chat with your Aunties for a moment." She propelled me on my way with a loud firm swat to my heavily diapered, rear, and I wondered if she could tell I was already wet. I resentfully cuddled Justine to my breast, and inhaled the calming combined scents of baby powder and her lightly-perfumed disposable diaper, as they wafted up to my little nose from under my clean dolly's blue dress. Angelica took one of my hands possessively in hers and dragged me out of the Nursery, our perfect candy-pink nails flashing distractingly in the bright light.

"C'mon, Baby Jennie! Let's play 'Mummies and babies' again," my bouncing baby sister bossily ordered, and I had no choice but to obediently waddle along behind her. I tried to ignore the swollen hardness cocooned inside my warm wet swaddling, as the sensitive tip rubbed thrillingly against the damp terry towelling with my every awkward step down the stairs. Behind me I heard Mummy ask Bonnie if her salon was busy this afternoon, but I was dragged out of earshot before I could catch my brunette cousin's chuckled reply. My skin crawled in terrified anticipation though, when I heard the shrieks of feminine laughter echoing down the stairs from the Nursery bathroom.

After changing Justine's outfit for the shiny pink satin dress she came with, I held her in my lap and discretely caressed my throbbing wet clittie whenever I thought Angelica wasn't watching too closely. I used my baby doll's flounced pink frock to cover the naughty fingers I repeatedly pressed over my own damp satin-covered crotch. I loved the way my warm wet nappies seemed to wrap so sensuously around the sensitive head of my clittie, and when I sat beside Angelica clutching my dolly, I gently rocked back and forward in the humid warmth to increase the thrilling sensations. A few minutes later our desultory play was interrupted when April and Mummy strode into the sunroom to collect us. "Girls!" called Mummy, clapping her hands sharply for our attention. "April and Bonnie decided they want to show off their handiwork, so they are taking you for a quick trip to Bonnie's beauty salon." My erect clittie wilted in fright and I felt a fresh spurt of warmth in my damp nappies at the unwelcome startling news. Angelica squealed with excitement and clapped her little hands in glee, and threw herself into April's arms again.

My taller laughing cousin scooped the little girl into her arms with pleasure, ignoring the horrified expression on my face. "But wait!" Mummy protested. "April, do you have a toddler's car seat in your car?"

"I certainly do," replied the grinning raven-haired beauty with disarming confidence, holding my beaming sister easily in one arm. "In fact, I have two toddler car seats in the back of my car today, just for my beautiful little girl cousins."

"Wonderful!" My Mummy smiled happily at our taller cousin as April possessively took one of my tiny hands in hers, and I gazed down at her menacing black stiletto heeled boots with mounting trepidation. "Do you want me to pack a change of diapers for the girls?" Mummy thoughtfully asked April.

"No, don't bother, Aunty Isy. We won't take very long, only about half an hour," Bonnie crisply reassured Mummy, as she strode into the sunroom in her towering thigh-high white boots. "I rang and spoke to Mrs Worth, the owner. Everything's fine," she concluded mysteriously, and the listening women's smiles grew broader. "Let me look after Baby Jennie, and you can take Angelica," Bonnie suggested to her taller sister, holding out her large hand for mine.

When I seemed reluctant to take Bonnie's beckoning palm and follow them, Mummy cautioned me to behave myself like a good little girl. "You don't want Mummy to have to buckle you into your pink toddler harness for your trip to the salon, do you, Baby Jennie? It won't take but a moment for me to fetch it?" She asked me in a tone laden with warning, even as she stepped threateningly towards the back door where my pink leather harness was hanging. I clamped my dolly under my arm and frantically snatched my brunette cousin's outstretched hand, making her chuckle richly, and Bonnie slowly escorted me down the hallway to the front door. I waddled heavily after my cousins in my warm wet nappies, and Mummy followed us outside. The concrete path and driveway were a patchwork of gleaming sunlit puddles and scattered torn leaves. There were fallen branches everywhere, and our glistening front lawn was littered with debris. Mummy shook her head in dismay and tut-tutted at the clean-up required, then stood by while April unlocked her car and the girls opened the back doors of her old red Volvo. There were indeed two toddler seats in the back seat, and unfortunately one of them looked large enough to fit me.

April buckled Angelica into the smaller red seat, while Bonnie lifted me into the big pink toddler seat. My thick soggy nappies were distractingly warm under my bottom and the absorbent wet towelling had grown bulkier between by legs, forcing my thighs to splay even wider. Like April, Bonnie took my dolly from my arms and placed her beside Angie's doll lying between our toddler seats. When my cousin pressed my shoulders back I realised the tilted car seat forced me to lie back slightly, so that my huge diapered crotch was prominently thrust forward, as though to focus attention on my humiliating infantile swaddling. Bonnie grinned cruelly at my sulky expression as she drew the pink webbing H-straps over my curly head, and she inserted the metal clips into the buckles under the seat's plastic shell, between my helplessly splayed ankles. The pink nylon chest strap looped and fastened around the back, and when she callously drew it tight, I momentarily gasped for breath. The restraining straps were so snug I couldn't sit up at all, and when I awkwardly reached down to unsnap the clips to loosen the restrictive harness, I found the release buttons out of reach of my searching fingers.

Bonnie grinned down maliciously at my protruding bottom lip when I realised I was trapped. She easily batted my straining hands out of the way, cautioning me; "No, no, sweetie! Baby Jennie mustn't try and release her harness straps. It's not safe, little one! Anyway," she crooned mock-solicitously as she placed Justine in my flailing arms, "they're well out of reach of your tiny hands, little girl - just like a real toddler." My only response was to clutch my dolly and stick out my swollen pink-painted bottom lip even more resentfully, frowning and grumbling wordlessly like a sulky pre-schooler as she dismissively patted the shiny yellow crotch of my bulging satin rumba panties. April had already climbed behind the wheel and after Bonnie hopped in beside her and slammed her door, we headed off to the beauty salon where the buxom brunette worked part-time. Mummy stood at the kerb smiling and waving us goodbye until we turned the corner, and I unsuccessfully tried to wriggle deeper into the humiliating toddler car seat as we drove away. My swollen wet crotch stuck out so much and the tilted pink booster seat perched me so high, I knew anyone glancing in the window would instantly see my shameful baby attire.

Sure enough when we pulled up at a set of traffic lights, a carload of teenage girls drew alongside. One of them happened to glance my way, and my cheeks blazed with embarrassment when she burst out laughing and pointed at my prominent bulging satin crotch and called to her friends. All three remaining heads swivelled in my direction, and one by one they broke into gales of hilarity at the comical sight I must have made. I belatedly covered my puffy groin with my dolly and cringed in shame, and turned my burning red face away from their jeers and mocking laughter, only to see my sister staring at me with a puzzled smile on her beautifully made-up face. I patted my breast and blindly felt around the tight nylon straps, blissfully unaware that I was unwittingly seeking the familiar comfort of my absent pacifier. I was grateful when the lights changed and the car full of hysterical girls thankfully headed in a different direction. In a few minutes we arrived at the local mall, and April drove us around the huge carpark until she fortunately found a vacant parking slot only a few doors away from 'The Beauty Spot.'

Bonnie's golden eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure as she unbuckled me from the humiliating carseat and helped me awkwardly clamber out of the car. She straightened my dress hem and rearranged my rustling petties with fussy maternal attention, and then April walked around leading Angelica by the hand. I noticed with fresh shame that my baby sister's shimmering yellow dress was just long enough to cover her shiny rumba panties, unlike my humiliating too-short baby frock. Every time Angie moved her wide-flared skirts and petties danced distractingly, giving me tantalising glimpses of the frothy white lace frills underneath. I knew my matching yellow toddler outfit looked equally attractive and feminine, and I hoped we wouldn't garner too much attention in the sparsely-populated parking lot. My thick wet nappies forced my little thighs wide apart, exaggerating my already toddler-like waddle, and they drooped so heavily, I suspected my bulging satin-clad crotch must be sagging halfway to my knees.

There were only a few people wandering around the mall after the violent storm, and I was pleased that none of them seemed to do anything other than glance disinterestedly in our direction. I numbly clutched my dolly to my bosom and offered no resistance when Bonnie led me shuffling into the salon, my soggy nappy flopping wetly between my thighs. Bonnie's white platform boot heels were so high, I had to take two hurried waddling steps to every one of hers, making me look even more infantile - if that was possible. April and Angie followed in our wake, and fortunately there were only a few patrons occupying the many scattered chairs this afternoon. Several customers under noisy bowl hairdryers glanced up from the glossy fashion magazines on their laps to stare at me and smile, and I felt certain everyone was gazing in my direction. There were mirrors everywhere, and no matter where I looked, I caught glimpses of a beautiful big baby girl in a frilly buttercup-yellow frock shyly peering back a me.

Before we walked too far into the spacious well-lit salon, we were surrounded by a bevy of beautiful girls wearing short hot-pink smocks, fluttering around us like colourful butterflies and asking us a myriad of questions. "Hi Bonnie! Love those thigh-high boots! But who's this pretty little girl in petticoats?"

"Great boots, Bonnie! Omigod! Look at the beautiful big baby girl!"

"Hello girls, don't you look gorgeous! Is that Shirley Temple?"

"Oh look! Twin Shirley Temples, with matching baby dolls! Isn't that darling?"

"What beautiful little girls! Are they yours, April?" The sweet high-pitched voices rolled over me in a wave of humiliation, and I ineffectually drew back against Bonnie's vise-like grip. My cheeks blazed with embarrassment as I was dragged deeper inside this strange-smelling den of femininity, but most of the pink uniformed staff and the customers in their brightly coloured plastic capes seemed to be smiling welcomingly at me and nodding encouragingly. My overwhelming feelings of shame were tempered by the many generous compliments tossed in my - our direction.

"Hello, girls! I want you to meet my darling little nieces," Bonnie grandly announced as we drew to a halt, then pressed me forward and turned to her taller sister. April gently prodded Angelica forward until my beautiful little sister was standing beside me in her matching yellow outfit, a happy smile stretching her pretty painted lips wide. "This is Baby Jennie, and you all know Angelica." The gathered girls tittered their greetings and reached out to touch our bobbing dresses or pat our curly blonde hairstyles, and I couldn't prevent the shy smile tentatively tugging at the corners of my mouth.

An older, immaculately made-up woman clapped her hands sharply, and the bustling pink-smocked attendants parted before her like the Red Sea. "What's this, Bonnie? Hello, April. I thought you were bringing in your naughty nephew to meet us?" The steely-haired matron demanded imperiously, stepping through the gaggle of giggling girls to examine Angelica and me.

"I did, Mrs Worth, I did!" Bonnie replied with a smug grin, remorselessly pushing me forward. "This is my naughty little teenage nephew, Baby Jennie!" The matronly woman in the tailored hot-pink Chanel suit and matching four-inch strappy pink sandals smiled broadly and stepped closer to me, bending forward till her face was inches from my own and painfully gripping my chin. She ruthlessly twisted my blushing red face from side to side to inspect my feminised features more closely. I whimpered like a frightened puppy and pouted resentfully at her rough handling, which only made her cold grey eyes focus on my swollen pink-painted lips.

Mrs Worth's own heavily-outlined, glossy pink lips parted in an appreciative smile, then she released me from her vicious grasp and stood erect to pass judgement. "Hmm. Fabulous mouth, and I love the 'Shirley Temple' look. Permanent lash extensions… Fantastic job on her eyebrows too, Bonnie. Such beautifully-shaped, high arches. And those wonderfully feminine, puffy pink lips? Are they natural, or plumped?"

"Plumped, Ma'am."

"Perfect! She looks absolutely beautiful! A real baby doll! And she smells almost as pretty as she looks. You've done a flawless job, Bonnie."

"Thank you, Mrs Worth," replied Bonnie with an excited smile, her huge golden eyes lighting up with pleasure. In spite of my humiliating predicament, I hesitantly smiled, too. It was hard not to, when all around me were complimenting her - us - me - on what a beautiful little girl I made.

While the grey-haired owner examined my perfectly-shaped, iridescent pink nails, I heard the muttered questions of the watching women surrounding me. "Is she wearing nappies?" And "Isn't that little girl a bit old to be dressed like that?"

"She is a bed wetter," someone cruelly confided to the whole salon, and my sunny smile faltered and my cheeks flushed crimson with fresh mortification.

One clear sweet voice asked in obvious disbelief, "Is that really a boy? Impossible!"

"No way! They're both gorgeous little girls," insisted several others with false confidence, making my tremulous shy smile appear again.

"She's way too pretty to be a boy," another young woman commented with misplaced certainty, and I unsuccessfully tried to stop beaming when several girls volubly concurred with how beautiful I looked.

"Is this the same one you caught wearing your panties, Bonnie?" I heard one staff member loudly demand, and there was a cumulative titter from the girls when my towering brunette cousin smirked and nodded affirmatively. The smile froze on my face and my puffy pink-painted lips puckered in fright, instinctively searching for the absent rubber teat of my soothing dum-dums.

A cheeky, pink-smocked younger girl, who had to be an apprentice like Bonnie, raucously yelled, "He was trying on her cheerleader panties when she caught-"

"Sandy!" snapped Bonnie loudly at the boisterous blonde, glaring in annoyance and indicating Angelica with a sharp warning shake of her head. For one brief tantalising moment, I thought I was going to be spared any further humiliation - but it was not to be.

The boss swiftly interrupted the potential squabble. "Sandra, since you clearly already know the whole story; why don't you take Angie over to the first work station up the front, and tease up her gorgeous curls a little. Spray her with hairspray, too, and then re-tie her hair ribbon in place, okay?"

The chastened dirty-blonde teenager took my delighted sister's tiny hand and led her dancing away towards the salon entrance clutching her baby Sophie. Aunty April followed them in her menacing knee-high black stiletto boots, her silken black hair gleaming in the bright spotlights. The remaining pink-smocked attendants and quite a few gowned customers clustered around Mrs Worth and Bonnie, anxious to hear the shameful tale in greater detail. When several girls demanded to hear the full story, my brunette cousin laughed throatily and raised her palms to silence their high-pitched supplications. "I thought I already told you girls?" she provocatively teased, and for a few moments she laughed gaily at their plaintively chorused pleas for her to continue, before conceding. "Alright, alright! You know my Aunty Isy, the tall attractive blonde who comes here?" Several heads nodded affirmatively while many others voiced agreement. "My Aunt Isabell was visiting my Mum with her two children about a month ago, and while we were cleaning up after Saturday lunch, I noticed my thirteen-year-old cousin furtively sneaking away towards our bedrooms. I already knew he'd been trying on my sister's and my underwear in secret, and so I gave him a few minute's head start…"

I felt the hot blush creep up my neck as she regaled them with the humiliating story of how she caught me wearing her sexy satin underwear. She was right, I had tried to slip away unnoticed after lunch, as I knew my buxom seventeen-year-old cousin had attended the football game that morning as one of the cheer squad. The cheerleaders always looked so desirable in their tight red-and-white tops and tiny red pleated skirts, with their shiny ruffled red satin panties peeking out so attractively from underneath. There was an adjoining shared bathroom in between Bonnie and April's bedrooms, and I knew the girls usually tossed their dirty clothes in the pink plastic hamper standing against one wall. The girls' regular panties were much sexier than Mummy's usual assortment of knickers, and I had surreptitiously tried on a few pairs of my cousin's silky underwear on a couple of prior occasions. I decided to sneak into their bathroom one more time to see what I could find, and I entered the narrow pink tiled room via April's neatly appointed bedroom.

After craftily locking the door to April's bedroom behind me, I started eagerly pawing through their dirty clothes hamper. I found the damp sweaty panties Bonnie had recently discarded near the top of the pile, and I clutched the thick red knickers and held them aloft with a muted cry of delight. When I stretched open the puckered waistband and peered inside, the white cotton gusset was still dark and moist from her personal secretions. I moaned with unrepressed excitement as I pressed the heavy satin panties to my face, and greedily inhaled the erotic pungent scents until my senses began to swim with arousal. My peenie grew harder in my pants as I drank in the intriguing combined aromas of pee-pee and her sweet sweaty bottom, and an unidentifiable musky smell that I would later learn was Bonnie's vaginal juice.

I knew it was risky, but my excitable erection was so swollen and demanding of attention, it almost exploded out of my white cotton undies when I urgently lowered the zipper of my blue jeans. I desperately kicked off my sneakers without untying the laces, and reverently placed the stretchy red panties on the grey marble vanity bench while I frantically ripped down my combined jeans and underwear. In moments I had drawn the cool damp knickers up my little legs and tugged them over my rigid tool, till the high elastic waistband pressed my pulsating hot stiffie erotically against my tummy. The slick damp gusset felt wonderfully moist and slippery when pressed against the sensitive place between my ball sack and my poo-poo hole. I posed in front of the vanity mirror like a vain young girl and twirled around to admire the short satin ruffles shimmering across my rear, and ran my trembling fingers over the sweetly feminine decoration. I panted with excitement as I slid one hand over the slippery satin front of the shiny red panties, marvelling at the silky-smooth feeling and the thrilling sensations emanating from my hard little peenie. Then the door to Bonnie's bedroom burst open, and my livid brunette cousin practically exploded into the narrow pink bathroom.

"There he was!" announced Bonnie theatrically to the gathered hairdressers, clients and beauticians hanging on her every word, and pointing an accusing pink-nailed finger at me like a cheap courtroom lawyer. "My disgusting little nephew was standing in front of our bathroom mirror, wearing my red satin panties and playing with his stiffie!" The sudden rush of blood to my face was so severe, it felt like my head might explode from embarrassment. I felt another hot stream uncontrollably gush into my already wet nappy, the soothing familiar warmth my only comfort. I bit my swollen pink-painted bottom lip in shame, the slightly perfumed taste of lipstick strange in my mouth. Unwittingly I clutched my dolly tightly for reassurance, and during that awful moment I wanted - I needed my missing dummy! I covered my trembling chin with my hand, and in the absence of my dum-dums, my right thumb unconsciously crept towards my mouth. Without thinking, I surreptitiously slipped the tip between my swollen painted lips.

"Oh no!" chorused the listening girls in horror. "Oh you poor thing!" sympathised others.

"What a dirty little pervert!" A frowning older client commented scathingly, and there were many curt nods and murmurs of agreement.

"What did you do?" A few girls wanted to know, and I cringed afresh at the painfully vivid memory as I mindlessly sucked on my thumb for comfort.

"I screamed at him, naturally! The disgusting little wanker was so shocked, he fell over backwards! I rushed into the bathroom and scooped him off the floor, then sat on the edge of the bath and tossed him face-down over my knees!"

"Did you spank him?" demanded a gorgeous redhead in breathless fascination, and I could see the question was on everybody's lips.

"Of course I did!" was Bonnie's caustic reply, and everyone began to giggle as I ducked my head and shuffled my feet in shame, my fingers curling reflexively around my nose as I distractedly sucked harder on my wet thumb, drawing it all the way in to the knuckle. "But that wasn't the worst of it…." she trailed off, teasing her entranced audience till they clamoured for her to continue like a troop of excited monkeys. "I had only walloped his panty-clad bottom with my hand a few times, when he burst into tears and started to wet himself!" There was a loud burst of spiteful laughter at this cruel revelation, and I desperately wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. "He pissed all over me while I spanked him, I tell you! All through my best cheerleader panties, all over my new white jeans… Everywhere!"

There was a universal cry of disgust at my uncontrollable infantile behaviour. "Ew! Yuck! Oh how awful!"

"Oh no! What did you do?" several girls demanded, and I could feel them all staring at me in revulsion.

"I rolled the little panty-wetter off my lap, of course," Bonnie replied with a sneer of disdain, "then ripped off my drenched clothes and jumped in the shower. By the time I had washed myself clean and changed into fresh clothes, my perverted little cousin had removed my pee-drenched panties and grabbed most of his things, and vanished."

I had tried to blot out the humiliating memory of that afternoon, but my shame returned - magnified by the jeering laughter around me. After I escaped from Bonnie's invidious clutches, I hurriedly pulled my jeans over my pee-damp loins, rammed my feet into my laced shoes, and scampered outside to where my mother was already gathering her things together. I speedily carried Angie's packed diaper bag to the car and helpfully buckled my baby sister into her car seat, ignoring Mummy when she muttered in confusion; "What's your hurry this afternoon, Jeremy?" When she grabbed my hips and crouched down to examine the crotch of my jeans for wet spots, I grumbled resentfully, but didn't immediately try to twist out of her grasp as I usually did. The sooner she was satisfied I hadn't wet my pants again, the faster we could be gone. Fortunately we were on our way before Bonnie returned from the bathroom, and Aunty Cath offered to pass on our goodbyes as we drove away. When Mummy hadn't mentioned anything about me dressing up in my cousin's cheerleader panties during the ensuing weeks, I'd hoped that was the last I was going to hear about that unfortunate event - till now.

"Did you tell his mother?" Mrs Worth asked my sneering brunette cousin, glancing down in obvious disgust at my bowed red face and cowed, humiliated stance as I childishly sucked my thumb like an anxious toddler.

"No, I didn't , Ma'am," replied Bonnie shortly, to my relief. But my heart skipped a beat and my tummy lurched threateningly when she informatively continued, "I told my mother all about him, though. And I'm pretty sure she discussed his disgusting behaviour with his Mum the following week, when she returned his pee-stained old underwear that he left on our bathroom floor. They're sisters; they talk all the time," she explained, and I felt myself dying inside at this awful news, the contents of my stomach seeming to drop alarmingly and I almost bit my thumb in horror. Mummy knows!

The older lady clapped her hands again before briskly commanding, "Alright girls, that's enough gossiping for the moment. Back to work please, ladies." As the giggling staff and chuckling clients departed to their work stations, Bonnie's boss turned to gaze down disparagingly at my cowering form, but she was clearly addressing my cousin when she said; "We're all set up for you, my dear. Take your little… niece straight through to Crystal. She's already got everything ready down the back."

Bonnie clamped her large hands over my shoulders and propelled me forward, and the grinning grey-haired matron watched my tall brunette cousin steer me over to an armless pink chair in one corner. There was a pretty smirking twenty-something girl in a short pink smock waiting for us, with an odd-looking clear plastic gun lying on the bench at her side. The girl named Crystal had a mass of tight blonde ringlets dancing around her attractive heart-shaped face, just like me. Her wide toothy smile was warm and inviting as she patted the padded pink seat in front of her. "Here we are, little one," she crooned encouragingly, gently disengaging my wet thumb from my mouth. "Don't suck your thumb, darling," she mildly rebuked me, and that was the first time I realised I had been unconsciously sucking my thumb like a big baby. "You just sit here for a minute with your dolly while we fix you up."

'Fix me up? What else could they possibly do to me?' I wondered in fearful confusion, but hesitantly sat where the cute blonde indicated and clutched my dolly for security, staring at my wrinkled wet thumb in stunned disbelief. Mummy knows! Because of the full petties underneath, the front of my rustling yellow dress bobbed up when I sat on my warm wet swaddling. When I realised everyone in the salon could see the bulging crotch of my shiny rumba panties, I ineffectually tried to press my slippery frock and petties down over my shameful infantile underwear.

Crystal and Bonnie turned their backs to me while they fussed about with the strange gun thing on the bench, and I didn't see my smirking cousin pour a single drop of superglue on the tiny gold butterfly clasps the pretty attendant carefully held for her. It took only a moment to load the first glue-tipped backing into the gun, and then Crystal tilted my head to one side, and she asked Bonnie to hold my dangling curls out of the way while she swabbed both my earlobes. Even as the cute blonde carefully wiped my lobes front and back with the chilling alcohol swabs, I was blissfully unaware what she was about to do to me. I passively sat there while Crystal placed the tip of the gun against my right earlobe, and then she pulled the trigger to pierce my ear. I was still completely preoccupied by the terrifying thought that my Mummy might know all about my naughty private pastimes. Mummy knows!

The incredibly loud 'bang!' right next to my eardrum startled me more than anything else, and I shrieked in alarm and bounced out of the chair in pain and shock, almost dropping Justine. A small lump of hot poop simultaneously squirted out of my slackened anus into my drenched diaper, and I desperately tried to squeeze my weakened sphincter shut before I embarrassed myself any further. When the laughing blonde attendant ordered me to relax and sit back down, I gingerly lowered my saggy diapered bottom onto the pink padded seat, and was distracted by the familiar squishy warmth nestled between my damp botty cheeks. Then Crystal unexpectedly shot a deafening second stud earring through my other sterilised earlobe while I wasn't looking. I leapt to my feet in fresh anguish and dropped my baby, and squealed like a frightened schoolgirl again as I uncontrollably soiled my nappy.

I tried to stop the poo from squirting out of my bottom, but it was too late now! I didn't even have to squat slightly to help push it out this time. I moaned in helpless resignation as the hot mess instantly filled the rear of my drooping wet nappy, immediately sliding down into the sagging crotch between my wide-splayed thighs. It came out in one sudden unstoppable rush, and the huge hot lump of moist excrement made my drenched cloth nappies sag more heavily between my bowed legs. I could feel the weight of them dragging at the pins clasped over my hips as I bent to pick up Justine, and then Bonnie grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face her. Initially she was preoccupied admiring the sparkling artificial diamond studs piecing my stinging earlobes, but then her button nose wrinkled in revulsion and she frowned down at my bulging yellow panty crotch in dismay. My cheeks burned crimson with shame when Crystal suddenly demanded from behind me; "Pooh! What's that awful smell?"

I clutched Justine to my bosom and cringed away from Bonnie's appraising golden-eyed glare, but she gripped my shoulders tightly and stared down unblinkingly into my watery blue eyes. I was so ashamed, I couldn't meet her accusing disappointed gaze, and guiltily ducked my curly head. "I think I know what that smell is," commented Bonnie scathingly, placing one beautifully manicured fingernail under my bowed chin, and relentlessly raising my mortified gaze to meet her bemused golden eyes. "I think some poor helpless little baby girl has just done a great big poo-poo in her nap-naps!" She loudly declared, and I could almost hear the click of eyeballs as every head in the salon swivelled towards my cowering form. All conversation ground to a halt and the noise level dropped with the sound of multiple hairdryers being switched off. In the sudden silence, Bonnie callously demanded in a resounding saccharine voice pitched loud enough for everyone to hear, "Oh Baby Jennie! Did you poo-poo your nappy, sweetheart? Did my helpless little baby girl make a nasty big mess in her nap-naps?" The curly-haired attendant behind me burst into bright laughter when I submissively nodded my bowed head, my new sparkling earring studs flashing attractively while my narrow shoulders stooped in misery and shame.

I fearfully glanced up at the sound of hurried high-heeled footsteps approaching, and saw Aunty April and Angie hurrying over to see what was wrong, followed closely by Mrs Worth. "Oh look!" Angelica squealed with excitement, pointing at my sore glinting earlobes. "Baby Jennie has pierced ears - just like me!"

"Oh dear!" the grey-haired matron exclaimed. "Has your poor little baby girl soiled her nappy?" When Bonnie reaffirmed her suspicions, the old lady stepped behind my cringing form and pressed her cupped hand under the rear of my saggy nappy. "She's wet. Very wet! Oh yes!" she expertly confirmed, as she easily detected the huge lump of hot poo-poo hanging heavily between my splayed thighs. I shuddered as she snaked her searching hand further between my bowed legs and then suddenly shoved upwards with her cupped palm, forcing the massive semi-solid turd up against the sensitive spot between my poo-poo hole and my ball sack. The soft squishy poop stuck to my delicate skin like hot sticky mud, and when she firmly and repeatedly patted the pile of fresh crap between my legs, it mashed forward to coat my sensitive clittie and balls with thrilling gooey warmth.

"Not only is she dirty, this nappy is saturated! Your Baby Jennie needs to have her diaper changed right away! Did you bring a change of nappies for your little panty-pooper, Bonnie?"

"No Ma'am, we didn't," Bonnie reluctantly admitted. "Baby Jennie's mummy offered to pack a change of nappies for her before we left, but we didn't think we'd need them."

"That's a shame," replied the grimly smiling matron with a disappointed shake of her tight grey curls. "In future, always bring a packed diaper bag when you take the little ones out, my dear. You never know when helpless little babies need to be changed. I would have enjoyed changing this naughty baby's nappy in the back room this afternoon." Her gimlet eyes thankfully slid away from my cowed features to gaze at my gorgeous brunette cousin. "Make sure you bring Baby Jennie's change bag with you when you bring her in on Saturday morning, Bonnie." I stared at my towering cousin in befuddled confusion when she simply nodded and agreed.

"I certainly will, Mrs Worth, don't you worry about that! Now we'd better take this stinky baby girl straight home and change her poopy nappy right away."

"Baby Jennie's a poo-poo factory!" Angelica loudly declared in the momentary quiet lull, and I blushed furiously at her thoughtless unkind comment. I tucked Justine under my left arm as Bonnie tightly gripped my small right hand in hers, and she led me waddling slowly towards the salon entrance. At first there was only the odd quiet titter from the watching pink-smocked girls, and several broad smiles from their seated clients. Sensing their amusement and approval, my sister repeated even louder, "Baby Jennie's a poo-poo factory! A poo-poo factory!" Before we had shuffled ten feet the cruel feminine giggles began, the guffaws growing louder with my every awkward tortured step. I kept my humiliated gaze glued to the cream linoleum floor in front of my gleaming black patent Maryjanes, my crimson face bowed and my cheeks burning as the gales of mocking laughter peaked and followed me out of the salon, the awful sound ringing in my ears all the way to Aunty April's old red Volvo. As least my nappy wasn't sagging quite so badly now, as the heavy saturated cloth was effectively glued to my body by my hot fresh excrement.

  

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