Baby Katrina

by

Woggie


Infantalism...  with the aid of the Internet I was finally able to discover
that there is a term for persons with interests similar to my own.  Through
countless hours of Web-surfing and NewsGroup reading I have found many
excellent resources that have enabled me to understand these desires I have
had all of my life.  It is a great comfort to know that there are others
out there that also share in this wonderful and harmless role-playing and
that I am not simply crazy or weird.  For a lot of us, these desires began
in early childhood, likely through some experience or circumstances that
had a lasting effect on us.  In this, my first of such stories, is a
combination of my own childhood experiences and a good dosage of creative
writing.  I hope you enjoy the results!


The Beginning............


    Thinking back now on it all, I suppose my childhood was a little out of
the ordinary.  My mother had divorced my father when I was only a few
months old so I grew up never knowing him.  Our household consisted of my
mother and my older sister Beckie, who was seven years older than I was and
of course myself being the youngest.  Growing up as a child without a
father and living in an entirely female household made me a little
different in the eyes of other boys my age.  Our mother worked as a
hairstylist in a very expensive salon so hair was very important to her.
She was never one to let the concept of societal 'norms' dissuade her from
raising her children as she saw fit, so she prefered to allow my hair to
get longer -- even though I was a boy.  Since both my mother and sister had
longer hair, I didn't see anything wrong or different about it so I never
really gave it much thought.  By the time I was 4, my delicate
shoulder-length hair and my small frame had the effect of making me look very
girlish.  My mother even dressed me up in one of my sister's older dresses
and had a photo taken which is still in the family photo album to this day.
Although I don't remember the event, it was apparently all in good fun and
according to my mother and sister I didn't seem to mind.

    When my sister turned 14, she became the designated babysitter while
our mother was working.  We sometimes fought with each other as siblings are
prone to do because I really didn't like the idea of having to do everything
she said when mom wasn't home.  As a result, I tended to keep out of her way
as best as I could.  That summer I kept pretty much to myself as far as other
kids go.  I was still smaller and thinner than other boys my age and if not
for the fact that I wore boys clothes, I would have looked exactly like a
small girl.  This may have been one of the reasons that I only made a few
friends among the neigborhood kids.  Most other boys made me feel uncomfortable
(even if they weren't occasionally teasing me) to be around, so I didn't
really mind.  Beckie often had a few of her friends come over to hang out
during the day so if I wasn't outside playing I usually stayed in my room to
give them space.  Our mother was usually home from work by late-afternoon when
she would make dinner for us and then the 3 of us would usually do something
together like go to the park or go out to a movie.

    One day, while I was upstairs playing in my room, Beckie came upstairs
and knocked on my door and asked to come in.  Until a short while earlier,
she and her friends had been in the living room for most of the morning
listening to music, laughing and having a general good time.  She asked me
if I wanted to come downstairs and play a game with them for awhile
instead of staying in my room all by myself.  While I was pleasantly
surprised by this, I was also a little confused since this wasn't normally
like her.  Although I didn't understand why 3 older girls might be
interested in playing with a 7-year old (and a boy, no less), I agreed and
went downstairs with her.  When I got downstairs I asked what sort of game
they wanted to play when I noticed that her 2 friends, Samantha and
Jessica, had been looking through our family photo album and apparently
had fixated on one photo in particular.  They said that they thought the
photo of me when I was 4 was so cute that they all wanted to dress me
up like that again.  I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea, but
Beckie pressured me to play along or she might tell mom that I was
misbehaving when she got home.  I reluctantly agreed and we all went down
into the basement recreation room.  Beckie pulled a large box of her old
clothes out of the closet and then she and her friends started going
through it.  It turned out that these were very old clothes of hers
because they were mostly sun-dresses and party dresses that only little
girls would wear.  When they held them up against me they were quite
surprised when it appeared that they would fit me.

    Before long, I was being dressed in one outfit after another with the 3
of them taking extreme delight at each one.  They thought it was so cute
and adorable the way that I looked and decided to fix up my hair to further
enhance the image.  Although all the attention was nice, I was getting
concerned that they were getting so excited about dressing me up and
started to wonder when this game would finally be over.  They finished
playing about with my hair and then brought a mirror over to show me what I
looked like and I was shocked at what I saw.  They had tied my hair in to a
high ponytail and fastened it with a long, pink ribbon that matched the
dress I was wearing.  While I was transfixed by my image in the mirror,
Beckie announces that she wants to try to make me look REALLY cute and try
a 'slightly different look' on me.  While I wasn't sure what she meant, I
was pretty sure that I wouldn't like it too much judging by the knowing
glances the 3 of them were giving each other. I began to feel a little uneasy
and asked my sister if I could change my clothes and go back to playing in
my room.  Suddenly Beckie pulls a camera out from behind her back and
quickly starts taking pictures of me.  I freaked out and tried to run for
cover but her friends caught ahold of me and held onto me.  Beckie then
explained that everyone was having too much fun to stop playing and that I
shouldn't be a spoilsport and try to ruin it for them.  She also added that
the pictures were only meant for fun, but if I gave her reason to she might
start passing them around the neighborhood.  While I didn't have too many
friends in the area, there were many kids from our school that lived nearby
and the thought of some of these photos ending up in class scared the hell
out of me.  I reluctantly agreed to keep playing their game and wondered
how much worse it could get.

    Beckie and her friends told me that since I looked so cute and that she
was still officially my babysitter then they thought it would be nice to
see if they could make me look like a real baby.  I didn't understand what
they were getting at until Beckie pulled a box of old baby things from the
closet.  Even then, I didn't think that they were actually serious until
Samantha fished out some cloth diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants.  I
saw them all giving knowing looks to each other when it dawned on me that
they must have had this planned from the start.  The dresses and the
hairstyle were silly enough but there was no way that they were going to
put me in diapers.  I made a dash for the door but was easily caught by
Jessica who, being the more athletic of the 3, was quite strong.  She
pulled me back to the center of the room where she and Samantha held me
down while my sister prepared the diapers.  Beckie lifted up the hem of my
dress, removed my panties and then slid the diaper under me with one hand
while holding my ankles with the other.  In spite of my struggles they were
far too strong for me so there was no way I was getting loose.  When I
started crying and begging Beckie not to do this to me, she and her friends
spoke baby-talk to me while Beckie was pinning the diapers in place.  She
worked the plastic pants up my legs, then they rolled me onto my stomach
and pulled them into place over the diaper.  I was then released and was
not surprised when Beckie started to take more pictures of me.  Not knowing
what else I could do, I remember I just sat there and cried softly while
they oohhed and ahhed over me.  They kept saying "Don't cry, baby" and
other assorted baby-talk to try to lift my spirits a little.  Beckie told
me that if I was a good baby for the rest of the day and did everything she
asked, no one would ever see the photos and they'd even take me out for ice
cream later.

    Since it was now lunchtime, Beckie and her friends decided to bring the
baby upstairs and we'd all have lunch together.  When I stood up,
immediately noticed that the diaper was so thick that I couldn't walk
very well.  In the mirror I saw that the dress was short to begin with,
but with diapers on underneath there was no way that it was going to
completely cover my behind.  When I tried to follow them out of the
room, the thickness between my legs forced a baby-like waddle in my
steps which I was making as carefully as I could to maintain my
balance.  Beckie and her friends chided me and told me to hurry up but
I kept losing my balance and frequently fell back to the carpet.

My sister then says, "Maybe our little baby girl should try crawling if
she's still too little to walk?"

    I was getting so frustrated in my attempts to stay on my feet that I
decided it might be safer if I did just that.  Samantha and Jessica
then started giggling uncontrolably as I began to make my way across
the floor after them.  After a minute or so, Jessica then walks over to
me, picks me up and then carries me up the stairs.

"What a cute little baby girl you are!", she says.

"My name is Peter!  I'm not a girl, or a baby!" I said indignantly.

"Well you sure look like one now," says Samantha "and a very pretty one, too!"    

    As much as I hated to admit it, they did have a point.  They had made
me up so well that I looked just like a cute little girl.  The diapers that
my little dress only partially covered made me look just like a baby and
since I couldn't walk very well in them I had to be carried or crawl just
like a baby.  Beckie had made it clear that I was to be a baby girl for the
rest of the day, so I was resigned to my fate and wondered what else they
had planned for me.  Jessica carried me into the living room and sat down
on the sofa with me on her lap.  Samantha came and sat down beside us and
the two of them began to tickle me while Beckie fixed lunch for us.  This
attention certainly surprised me and it was quite a big change from how
they'd been treating me in the rec-room.  I was having a pretty good time
with them and almost forgot the situation I was in until my sister walked
in from the kitchen with a baby bottle full of warm milk.  I didn't like
the idea of having to drink from a baby bottle but compared to having to wear
diapers it was only a minor embarassment.  Jessica passed me over to
Samantha who laid me back in her lap and began to feed the bottle to me
while she got up to help with lunch.  After I had finished drinking the
bottle, lunch was ready so Samantha carried me into the kitchen where they
already had a high-chair set up.  They lifted me into it, fixed the tray in
place and then started serving lunch.

    While the girls were all eating sandwiches, I was presented with a
plate of mashed potatoes which Beckie insisted on spoon-feeding to me.
After lunch, Jessica took me back into the living room where she fed me
another bottle of milk while my sister and Samantha went back down to
the rec-room to 'get baby's room ready'.  When I had finished it wasn't
necessary to burp me, but Jessica still held me to her shoulder gently
rubbed my back.  She kept this up for awhile and started humming softy
to me.  It felt really good and after the way this little adventure had
started for me it was very comforting so I relaxed a bit in her arms.

I began to feel pretty drowsy and I guess I must have dozed off a
little because I wasn't aware of Jessica carrying me downstairs until
we'd entered the rec-room.  When we entered the room I saw that they
had put my old crib together and obviously meant to put me down in it.

"It's time for the pretty baby to take her afternoon nap," says Beckie.
"If you lie down and go to sleep for a little while like a good little girl
we'll take you out afterwards for that ice cream I promised."

    This was all starting to take its toll on me so I started getting upset
again.

"I don't take afternoon naps anymore!  Even if I still did, I wouldn't
sleep in a crib!"

    I started to squirm in Jessica's arms and began to yell for them to put
me down and let me go back to wearing my regular clothes again.  Beckie
just smiled back at me and I felt Jessica's grip on me tighten.
Samantha reached over and put a large pacifier in my mouth -- effectively
muting my protests -- and then held it in place while my sister tied
its ribbon securely behind my head.

"You will lie down and take your nap in the crib or I will put you across
my knee and spank the daylights out of you!" She said as she took me from
Jessica and lowered me into the crib.  "If you try to take that out of your
mouth, we'll give you a severe spanking and then tie you up and leave you
in there until mom comes home.  Just behave yourself and take your nap like
a good little baby."

    With that, she lifted the gate up into position and dimmed the lights.
They all went into the next room and left the door slightly open so they
could occasionally check on me.  I was left alone in my crib feeling pretty
miserable and wondered when all this would end.  I didn't doubt that she'd
make good on her threat of giving me a spanking so I decided it would be
better to just do what she said.  Shortly I began to feel a strong urge to
pee.  All that milk I drank earlier was starting to have an effect on me.
There weren't any bathrooms downstairs and if I tried to leave the crib
they'd catch me and probably spank me.  The only thing I could do was wait
until they came and let me out of the crib.  As I waited, the urge was
getting stronger and I was starting to get desperate.  If they didn't come
soon I was going to wet my pants.  Then it dawned on me... I was wearing
diapers!  Surely they didn't really expect me to use them as well?  The
pressure got worse and I decided that, spanking or not, I had to try to get
to a bathroom.  Dressing me up and playing these silly games was bad enough
but I didn't honestly believe that I would be expected to wet my diapers
like a baby.  I stood up and was in the process of crawling over the top of
the gate when the door suddenly opened and the 3 of them charged in.

"Just what do you think you're doing, young lady?!" My sister yelled at me.

    I tried to tell her that I had to go to the bathroom but the pacifier
in my mouth was still stopping me from making any recognizable words.

"I warned you what would happen if you misbehaved!  You are a naughty girl
and you've just earned yourself a spanking!"

    At that moment my fear got the better me, I lost control of myself and
started flooding my diapers.  Samantha and Jessica held me still while
Beckie brought a chair in from the next room.  After she sat down in it
I was dragged forward over her lap and held with my arms pinned behind
my back as Beckie began to lift up my dress.  She noticed my diapers
were sagging and put one of her fingers up under a leg opening of the
plastic panties. She immediately realized what had happened.

"You really ARE a baby, aren't you?  Is that why you tried to get out of
your crib?"  I nodded my head.

"You should have waited for us to come and change you instead of disobeying
us and trying to escape!"  She then pulled my plastic pants down, unpinned
my diapers and began spanking me.  It was more embarassing than painful to
be spanked like that by her in front of her two friends, but I was crying
hard just the same.  The pacifier in my mouth muffled my cries as I tried
to tell her to stop, but it was no use.  Once she had finished, I was
changed into dry diapers and then placed back in the crib.  She kissed me
on the forehead, wiped a few tears off my face and then raised the gate
back up again.

"I'm sorry that I had to spank you like that," she said.  "I know you're
upset but be a good baby and try to go to sleep for awhile.  When you wake
up you'll feel much better and maybe we'll still take you out for ice
cream."

    I was still pretty upset but I closed my eyes anyways and hoped that
all this would go away.  Jessica began humming softly to me again and I
felt my back being gently rubbed once more.  I began to relax and then
drifted off to sleep.  I had probably only slept for no more than an
hour or so when they came back and gently woke me up.

"There's our good little girl!" my sister said.  "I'll bet you're thirsty
by now.  If you promise to behave we can take that pacifier out of your
mouth and give you something to drink."

    I nodded my head and felt relieved as I felt them untying the ribbon.
The pacifier came out and was quickly replaced by a bottle full of apple
juice which I gratefully drank down.  When I finished, Jessica lifted me
out of the crib and carried me back upstairs to the living room.  Not being
sure what was to happen next, I just sat quietly on her lap and waited.
Samantha sat down next to us and started to paint my fingernails with pink
nail polish while my sister touched up my hair.

"Since you are behaving yourself like a good baby," Beckie began, "we've
decided to take you out like we promised".

    I panicked as I realized that they meant to take me out dressed as a
baby but I didn't want to make them angry by resisting or they might do
something worse.  I only hoped that they did such a convincing job on
my appearance that no one would recognize me.

"Such a good little baby girl needs a name that sounds as pretty as she
looks," said Samantha.  "How about we call her baby Katrina or Katie for
short?"

"Katie it is!" my sister said.  "Now lets get going so our baby girl can
get some fresh air".

    Jessica carried me out into the garage where I saw that they had put a
baby stroller together for me.  Once I was settled in and the straps were
done up, we were on our way.  I was mortified that someone would recognize
me but no one did.  Once we were right outside the ice cream store, Beckie
crouched down next to me and reminded me that I was a baby and babies
aren't supposed to talk much.  This was the ice cream shop that we
normally went to with our mother and if I was recognized I was sure mom
would find out about it, so I decided the less I said the better.  Beckie
already knew what my favorite ice cream was, so there wouldn't be any need
to say anything anyways.  Jessica took over pushing the stroller and we
all went inside.  The shopkeeper was a really nice old man whom we'd seen
many times before, so he recognized Beckie and her friends but fortunately
didn't know who I was.  My sister explained that Jessica was babysitting
her little cousin and they all decided to take her for some ice cream.

"My my, what a pretty little thing she is!" he said as he came out from
behind the counter.  He crouched down next to me and said "What's your
name, sweetheart?"

    I gave him a nervous smile and said, "Katie" in the smallest voice I
could while trying not to meet his gaze.

"No need to be shy, child" he said as he handed me an ice cream cone.
"I believe this is your favorite... try not to spill it on that pretty dress
of yours!"

    My sister and her friends let out a large gasp and I turned beet red.
He knew.  My sister and her friends got their orders and we all started to
leave the store when the old man looked down at me with a smile and then
said to my sister, "Don't you worry about a thing.  He looks just precious.
Anytime you girls want to bring little Katie back, the ice cream is on me."
With that, he held the door open for us and we left.

    I wasn't sure what to think at that point.  He obviously knew who I was
but he seemed to be pleasantly surprised.  Was he going to keep my
secret or would he tell my mother the next time we went in there?  My
sister told me not to worry about it, so I sat there and quietly
finished my ice cream as we all went across the street into the park.
Beckie spread a blanket out on the grass for us while Jessica and
Samantha freed me from the stroller.  The diaper still made walking
difficult so, much to the girls' delight, I had to crawl onto the
blanket.  A few people passed by us and commented what a pretty little
girl I was, but no one else seemed to recognize me.  Samantha, Jessica
and my sister took turns tickling and playing with me for the next little
while until finally it was time for us to head back to our house.

    Our mother would be home within the hour so it was time to put all the
baby things away and clean up the house.  Beckie sat me in front of the TV
with 'one last bottle' to watch cartoons as she and her friends tidied up.
When they were finished, Jessica and Samantha each gave me a kiss on the
cheek and a big hug to thank me for making their day so much fun.  Once
they left, Beckie brought me up to my room where she helped me out of the
dress and the diapers.  After a some quick work with a hairbrush and some
nailpolish remover, I was pretty much back to normal.  It felt good to
finally have my own clothes to wear again but I realized that I sort of
missed the secure feeling that the other clothes gave me.  Beckie had
already washed the diaper that I'd wet while I was taking my nap, so
everything was back in its proper place when our mother came home.
Everything seemed back to normal, and after dinner Mom took us out for a
walk in the park, followed by a stop in our favorite ice cream store.
Both Beckie and I felt a little uneasy as the old man greeted us with our
mother, but he didn't say a thing about our earlier visit.  As we were
leaving, he mentioned to Beckie that he told his wife all about that
adorable little girl that her friend Jessica was babysitting and wanted to
know if she might have Jessica bring her in to meet his wife sometime.  I
paled as Beckie promised to pass on the message and gave the old man a wink
as we left the store.

"He's such a nice man," my mother said.  "Rebecca, which little girl was he
talking about?"

"Jessica's little cousin, Katrina" my sister replied.  "Jessie and Sam
brought her by the house today".

"What a pretty name... Do you think Jessie will let me meet her too?"

"Well mom, I think she's already gone back home with her parents, but you
never know... she might come to visit again!"

    Behind our mother, I almost choked on my ice cream but Beckie gave me a
reassuring pat on the back.  In spite of everything that had happened
it was good to know that Beckie drew the line at letting my mother in
on it.  Upon reflection, my day as Baby Katie wasn't quite as bad as I
thought.  In retrospect, I ended up having more fun than I'd ever dare admit
to my sister.  Knowing her as I did, I knew that she'd have me back in
diapers and dresses as soon as she could because this game was even more
fun for her and her friends.  When the weekend came, the game took an
unexpected twist.  While we were seated at breakfast mom asked my sister
about Jessica's little cousin again.

"I'm not sure when she's coming to visit Jessie again, Mom, but I'll ask
her if you'd like",  said my sister.

"Oh don't worry about it, Rebecca... I'm sure that I'll get a chance to
meet that little girl soon enough", my mother said with an enigmatic smile.

    She then placed an envelope on the table and told us to clear the dishes
while she had her Saturday morning bath.  As she was leaving the kitchen she
said over her shoulder, "By the way kids, remind me later to buy more film
for the camera".  Beckie and I looked at each other with shock and then looked
into the envelope on the table.  Inside were various photos from last month's
trip to the zoo and several pictures of a cute little girl dressed in
diapers and a pink party dress.

------ To be continuted?