SCHOOLBOY BABY

BY TONY

My name is Tony, and I am thirty six years old. I was born and schooled in England but have since moved to live in Australia. My parents were quite well off and could afford a live in nanny. My earliest recollections was when I was three, going on four years old. Nanny used to take me down to the local park in my push chair, to let me play on the swings and in the sand pit. It seemed odd to me even then that I was the only child of my size and age, still wearing nappies. I clearly remember the other children coming over to watch, whenever I wet or messed myself, and nanny would change my nappy. Some of them would laugh at me and call me a baby, which when looking back on things I suppose I still was. This was a daily event right up until my fifth birthday.

My parents I am sure never wanted children, they never took an active part in my up bringing, that was left up to nanny. One of the only times I remember mother having any input was just after I turned five. I overheard her tell nanny that she should get me out of nappies as "he has been wearing them long enough!" Although that particular statement proved easier said than done. My potty training started in earnest soon after that. With nanny removing my night time nappy, and sitting me on my brand new potty. On most occasions, try as I might, nothing would happen. Nanny would make me sit there for up to an hour at a time, berating me at intervals for being a naughty little boy, who couldn’t use a potty. To start with after my morning potty, nanny would dress me in normal five year old clothes. This did not last for long however,(about two weeks or so) as my pants always finished up wet or messy, by mid morning. So there I was five years old, going on six and still wearing nappies. The only time I was out of them, was potty time.

A few weeks went by with no obvious improvement, when nanny decided something had to be done. Straight after my morning change, dressed in just nappies, nanny took me to see mother. After some discussion they decided that I was to see a doctor that very day. Nanny made the necessary arrangements, then took me back to the nursery. I was stripped, bathed and dried ready for our excursion. Dressed in clean nappies and plastic pants, nanny picked out the clothes I was to wear. This consisted of a very babyish tee shirt, with teddy bears on the front and a pair of shorts. The shorts were large enough to accommodate my nappy, but only just, the leg bands of my plastic pants could be seen no matter how I tried to adjust them. Next came a white pair of ankle socks, and a pair of sandals. To finish much to my dismay, nanny pinned one of my dummies to the tee shirt, and inserted the offending article into my mouth. She warned me that if I was to spit it out, she would remove my shorts so that my nappy would be in plain view for anyone to see.

The doctors surgery was reasonably full when we arrived, many of the patients were children with their parents. All conversation stopped in mid sentence, when nanny led me to a vacant seat. I sat there squirming with embarrassment, still sucking on the dummy, and the leg bands of my plastic pants sticking out of my shorts. I thought that it couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, I was wrong. Twenty minutes later, the doctors surgery being even fuller than before nanny decided to check my nappy. I was wet, and nanny proceeded to change me over her knee in front of all present. She gave my bottom a few hard slaps before pinning on the clean nappy, and pulling up my plastic pants. She put my shorts in her bag, and sat me next to her on the chair. It seemed like an eternity before it was our turn, and in that time I wished that the world had swallowed me up ten times over.

The outcome of the examination, was that there was nothing physically wrong with me. Although I did not find this out first hand, as after the doctor had examined me I was left alone while doctor and nanny discussed my problem. I was told by nanny a few days later, as she was giving me a sound spanking over her knee for wetting another nappy. Some things did change in the household after my visit to the doctors, although for me it certainly wasn’t for the better. Nanny started to dress me more like a baby than a six year old, she made me all types of toddler style clothes to wear, and even managed to buy some plastic pants with bunny rabbits on them. A baby bottle was re-introduced into my daily and nightly routine along with bibs at meal times, and the ever present dummy in my mouth. Although it was already six months since kids of my age had started school, nanny told me that I wouldn’t be starting until I was out of nappies.

It wasn’t long before my seventh birthday that the decorators arrived, I was told that they were doing renovations in one of the spare bedrooms, and to not get under their feet. This certainly didn’t bother me, as far as I was concerned the least number of people that saw me dressed as a baby the better. Then on the morning of my birthday, nanny introduced me to my ‘new bed room’. It was in reality a new nursery, all done up as you might find a baby’s room. It had patterned wallpaper, and cartoon motives on the walls. There was a large cot (crib) the same size as my single bed, but had wooden sides all around, just like a real baby’s cot. A change table, and a rocking horse, large enough for a seven year old.

My presents included, a dozen new nappies (larger than the ones I had been previously wearing), several new pairs of plastic pants all with baby designs on them. Also some new baby bottles, bibs, dummies, and new baby clothes for me to wear. After unwrapping all my ‘presents’, nanny stripped off my night things and took me for a bath. While she was scrubbing me she told me that I was to start school next term, which was only a few days away. The head mistress had agreed that I should start in first grade even though I was almost two years older than the other children starting their first term at primary school. Nanny went on to say that the head mistress had been told about my nappies, and had said that it would not be a problem, as two of the other children in the class had wetting problems, but did not have to wear nappies, like a baby.

After my bath nanny pinned one of the new nappies on, and pulled on a pair of plastic pants, which had a teddy bear design on them. She then fitted me out with my new school uniform, which at least didn’t look like baby clothes, although the new bigger nappy left no one in any doubt what was beneath the shorts. I looked in the mirror and started to cry, as I realised that all the children would know that I was wearing nappies to school.

The next few days seemed to fly by, and it wasn’t long before I was dressed in the same attire, except that before pulling on my jumper (Guernsey) nanny pinned a dummy to my school shirt. Again I started to cry, nanny was unsympathetic telling me that baby’s have to suck a dummy, even when going to school. Nanny then packed my school bag putting three clean nappies inside, along with two spare pairs of plastic pants, of the same type I was wearing. I was taken out to the car, my fate I could only think about with dread.

Instead of being dropped off at the gates like the other children, nanny took me by the hand and led me into the play ground. She then let go of my hand, and told me to go and play, nanny disappeared inside the school to do what, I did not know. I was waving goodbye to nanny, when the bell sounded for the start of my first day at school. As you can imagine, being nearly two years older than the other children, I was somewhat bigger than them. The teacher whose name was miss Collins, explained this away, by telling them that I had been sick for sometime, and that was the reason I was starting school later than normal. They all seemed to accept this reason as being true, I dreaded to think what they would say if they found out the real reason. After about half an hour into the first lesson, which was painting, I thought that maybe the other children could not tell I was wearing a nappy, because as yet, nobody had commented. After the bell sounded for the end of the lesson, it was time to go out and play, I thought to myself, that this was to be the big test, to see if any of the other children would notice the bulge in my shorts.

Playtime ended, and I had made a few new friends, non of whom seemed to notice I was wearing a nappy, maybe this was not going to be so bad after all. Walking back to the classroom, I noticed that my nappy felt heavy between my legs, and realised that I had wet myself, although when I had done it I was not sure. This of course made my nappy sag between my legs, but again non of the others seemed to notice. The next lesson was my first attempt at English, which being the first lesson in the subject ever, was mainly trying to learn how to draw the letters of the alphabet. Unfortunately I could not master the art, and the girl next to me, whose name was Wendy, was really starting to get on my nerves, as she constantly teased me because I could not draw the letter ‘B’. Being a nappy wearer all my life thus far, I had not been taught how to behave, when mixing with other children. So I did not know it was wrong for a boy to hit a girl, and unfortunately I hit the girl who was getting on my nerves, I did not just hit her, but punched her very hard in the stomach.

I was shocked to see the reaction of not only the teacher, but of the rest of my classmates. Miss Collins jumped up from her chair, to come to the aid of Wendy, who at this stage was having difficulty breathing. Eventually she had consoled her enough, so that she could breathe again, but it took quite sometime before she stopped crying. I could tell miss Collins was really angry with me, and so it seemed was the rest of the class. She pulled me out of my chair by the ear, and stood me up, and then as if undecided what to, she told me to stand up on my chair. Miss Collins then went back to the front of the class, and gave us, I guess me in particular, of how dangerous it was to punch a girl in the stomach. I could feel that all eyes in the room were now focussed on me, and not only was I deeply sorry for hitting Wendy, but was also worried that the other children would notice the bulge of my nappy. I refocused my attention to what miss Collins was saying, and realised she was asking the rest of the class what my punishment should be.

A few different ideas were suggested, and then discarded, miss Collins eventually saying, "no children, I think I have come up with a perfect punishment to fit the crime." She went on to say, "you know that I told you all, that Tony has been sick for some time, and that is the reason he is starting school late." "Well children, that is not exactly true is it Tony," she said. I noticed that miss Collins was walking slowly towards me while she was speaking. She walked up, and went behind me, I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.

She then said, "no children the real reason Tony is late starting school, is this." With that, she yanked my shorts down around my ankles and pulled up my jumper, exposing my nursery print plastic pants, and bulging nappy, along with the dummy that was fastened to my shirt. "As you can see children," she said, "Tony is wearing a nappy, and a very babyish looking nappy at that, I am sure you will all agree." She then pulled out the dummy from the top of my jumper, and inserted it into my mouth. At this stage the whole class was in uproar, between them they were either laughing, pointing, or calling me a baby. Then to my dismay miss Collins pulled out the waist of my plastic pants and felt inside, and said,. "not only is Tony wearing a nappy children, but it is a very wet nappy, isn’t Tony." It took miss Collins a good few minutes to quieten down the class, and then left me standing there with my shorts still around my ankles, and my plastic nursery print plastic baby pants in plain view and the dummy stuck firmly in my mouth, she carried on with the lesson. Not long before lunchtime miss Collins said to the rest of the class, "I think that is enough English for today, for the last few minutes we will study something that will come in useful in years to come." She came up to my chair, (which I was still standing on), and took hold of my hand. She led me to the front of the class, picked me up, and laid me on my back, on top of her desk.

Miss Collins then went back to my desk and opened my school bag, reaching into the bottom of it, she pulled what I recognised instantly, a clean nappy. She came back to the front of the classroom, and then turned to face the rest of the class. "Now then children, I will show you all how to change a baby’s nappy," she said. With that she took hold of my plastic pants by the waist band, and eased them down my legs, until they were down around my ankles. "The next thing you do children, is to unpin, in this case a very wet and smelly nappy," she went on to say. Of course at this stage the rest of the class were again in complete uproar, and miss Collins had to stop changing my nappy to try and quiet them down. Once the class had settled, she carried on changing my nappy, explaining in detail exactly how it should be done, the embarrassment was acute to say the least. I hoped that a hole would appear in the ground, and swallow me up. Once she had had finished fitting the clean nappy, she pulled up my plastic pants, making sure the nappy was completely secured beneath the plastic.

As miss Collins was putting the finishing touches to my nappy change, the bell that signalled the end of the lesson sounded. She let the other children go out to play, while I was made to stay indoors, and continue practising drawing the letter ‘B,’ which was the cause of the mornings drama in the first place. I spent the rest of my first day at school wearing only a nappy and plastic pants. It was only when the bell sounded, to signal the end of school for the day, was I allowed to put my shorts back on, for the trip home.

I wondered now that everyone knew I was a nappy wearer, what was in store for me in the future. to be continued...........................