Jill smiled as she watched her smartly dressed toddler husband wander into the lounge. She turned to him, carefully re-tied the large bow of his pink frock and said, ‘‘Mummy wants to relax for a while dear. Be a good girl and amuse yourself in the playpen’’ Her husband wandered over to the playpen, sat down and began playing with some large plastic building blocks. Jill’s mind drifted back to that Tuesday evening some two years ago when she had returned early from visiting a relative and caught David dressed as a baby. She could still picture the events so vividly, it might have happened yesterday. ‘‘Hi Darling, I’m home early. Put the kettle on’’ Jill’s voice sang out cheerfully as she closed the front door. She was puzzled that there was no reply. ‘‘David, did you hear me?’’ she asked. Again there was no response. ‘‘That’s strange’’ she thought, ‘‘I know that Dave tends to concentrate when he’s model making, but I thought he would answer.’’ She opened the door to the lounge. The table in the corner was clean and tidy, with no sign of any use that Tuesday evening. Tuesday evening was Jill’s night to visit her Aunt on the other side of town. Usually they enjoyed a good chat and it would be three hours or so before Jill left for home. However, tonight Aunt Joan had decided to have an early night (she was going on holiday tomorrow) and Jill had returned after only about an hour. Still very puzzled she noticed that the stairway and landing lights were on. Now it was most unlike Dave to leave lights on, he was always lecturing her on this fact amongst many other things. She put it down to the clinical way he performed his job as Senior Accountant to a London Import/Export business. She sometimes wished he could be slightly more relaxed and less precise when at home, but the recession and problems over interest rates had made him very tense and edgy for months. He was beginning to be impossible to live with. He had completely forgotten how to relax. Even his passion for constructing model cars had suffered. She looked towards the top of the stairs. ‘‘David, are you there?.’’ Again no reply. She climbed the stairs and was surprised to find the door to the small bedroom slightly ajar and the light on. She sighed as she looked at the door. This was to have been the nursery. Why, they had even decorated it in the best baby traditions, only to find after much effort that they could never have a child of their own. They had tried adoption, but so far this too had been unsuccessful. Slowly she walked towards the door. As she reached for the handle to push it open, Jill was surprised to hear a tape recorder playing a ‘Once upon a time’ bedtime story. Her curiosity very much aroused, she opened her mouth to speak, thought better of it and pushed the door open a fraction more. The sight that greeted her gave her the shock of her life. Laying face down on the small bed was her executive husband. He was wearing a baby outfit consisting of frilly pants (the bulk of which obviously covered a nappy), a short yoked top, bonnet, mittens and bootees. In his mouth was an adult sized dummy and he was making baby sounds as he wiggled his legs back and forth, oblivious to all around him as he listened to the tape. Quickly she stepped silently back and caught her breath. David had not heard her, and continued to gurgle happily as he listed to the tape. A wave of disgust welled up inside her and she peeped round the door again. It was then that she noticed how relaxed David was. She had not seen him like this for ages. Perhaps this was the therapy he needed! One thing was sure, their marriage was not going to survive much longer if the tension of the last five months continued. She took another deep breath and pushed the door wide open. ‘‘Hello David. Is this how you always do your model making when I’m out?’’ she enquired. The gurgling stopped abruptly and her husband rolled over. David’s face was a picture of pure embarrassment and horror. He spat the dummy out and stood up as though the bed was on fire. Tears welled up in his eyes and started to roll down his crimson cheeks. ‘‘I, I’m terribly sorry Jill. I can’t start to explain this. I suppose you’ll want nothing to do with me now. You think me a....’’ His voice trailed away as he started to sob loudly. The maternal instincts in Jill took over and she reached out for him, pulling him close and laying his head against her shoulder. ‘‘There, there babykins,’’ she said. ‘‘It’s only Jill, don’t upset yourself. I think we had better go downstairs and talk about this over a drink.’’ She let David go in front but caught hold of his arm as he headed for their bedroom. ‘‘No, I think it would be better if you stayed just as you are.’’ She led him down stairs, sat him on the couch in the lounge and made them both a cup of coffee. When she returned, David had composed himself slightly. He shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, aware that the short top left his frilly pants exposed, no matter how he tried to conceal them. Jill sat down alongside him. ‘‘Now’’, she said quietly, but firmly, ‘‘I think we had better start from the beginning, don’t you?’’ David took a deep sip of coffee and bared his soul to Jill. He had found the pressure of work unbearable and was convinced he was starting to crack up. He had started to roam the streets of London at lunchtimes, unable to relax and eat. One lunchtime he found himself in a bookshop with a large selection of adult magazines and had started to browse through them. In one he came across an article about adults who had regressed back to babyhood and something in his subconscious aroused his curiosity and he purchased the magazine. As he read the article in more detail, his mind started to tell him that it was just the thing he needed if he was to keep his sanity. A selection of pictures accompanying the article showed both men and women wearing a wide range of baby clothes, with the men dressed in little frocks as well as rompers. The article contained the name of the supplier of these clothes and he had written for details. After receiving their catalogue he had been steadily building up a collection of babywear for the past couple of months and had used Jill’s nights out when she visited her Aunt or went to the Ladies Bridge Club to dress up in an outfit and enjoy a few hours recapturing his early childhood. ‘‘That explains why you seem more cheerful every Wednesday morning and three out of four Saturday mornings then. So this is what you get up to when I’m out.’’ ‘‘I’m sorry’’, Dave mumbled, ‘‘But it won’t happen again. I’ll get all this stuff together and dispose of it tomorrow on the way to work. I don’t suppose you’ll want much to do with me now anyway.’’ ‘‘You’ll do nothing of the kind’’, Jill replied. ‘‘Our marriage has been teetering on failure for months because of the pressure of your damn job and the way its affected you. If this keeps us together, then fine. Besides, I’ve decided that you will become the child I have longed for." David dropped his cup. ‘‘What do you mean?’’, he asked. ‘‘Simple’’, Jill said. ‘‘I’m sure that you wouldn’t want your golf club mates to know that you relax dressed as a baby. If you want my silence, then you must agree to my terms!’’ ‘‘What might they be?’’ David enquired in a faltering voice. ‘‘That you are my baby whenever I wish. For a start in the evenings when you come home. I think also some weekends, when you are not playing golf. Why we might even have holidays as mother and child.’’ David looked startled. He tried to speak, but Jill indicated that he should be quiet. ‘‘You can start by converting the bed in the nursery for that is what the spare bedroom shall become to a proper cot. Then we’ll sit down and design a high chair, play pen and rocking horse. I intend to make sure that my baby is well cared for. I think that you will need to be properly re educated and as I always wanted a daughter, you will assume that role. Diana is a nice name. Yes, Diana. You can start construction work tomorrow night.’’ David was now wide eyed with worry. ‘‘Every night! Weekends! Holidays!! But what about the Friday nights when it’s your turn to host the Bridge club? Shirley, Tina and Sue will be coming. They can’t see me dressed like this!’’ ‘‘Not yet, I know’’, Jill replied. ‘‘But they will eventually, I insist. First we need the play pen finished, as I will need you in one place to keep an eye on you. Babies and toddlers can’t be trusted if they are left on their own too long. For the first few weeks you will be left in the nursery. You had better behave yourself otherwise you might have three visitors!’’ Jill left David to consider what had been said while she washed the coffee cups. When she returned to the lounge, David was still staring at the floor, in a state of shock. ‘‘You really don’t have any choice’’, she said. ‘‘I won’t hesitate to spread the gossip around about your activities, and I’m sure that will go down well at the Golf Club!’’ David got up slowly. ‘‘O.K. If that’s what you want.’’ And he started to walk out of the room. ‘‘Where are you going?’’ Jill demanded. ‘‘I have to go to the bathroom’’ came an urgent reply. ‘‘Well’’ Jill said, ‘‘In future you are going to have to ask Mummy properly if you intend to leave the room. However, tonight I will let you off.’’ David galloped out of the room and just made it to the bathroom. The tension and shame of the last hour had nearly led to him having an accident! After using the bathroom, he changed and joined Jill once more in the lounge. She already had a large sheet of paper spread on the floor and was rapidly sketching ideas for various items of equipment. Over the next two weeks, David’s power tools were put to much use as the cot and playpen were constructed. Jill’s designs for the rocking horse and high chair were very intricate and a local craftsman was asked to make them. His puzzled looks were countered by Jill saying that they were for a publicity campaign for her company. Whilst this work continued, Jill made good use of several contacts listed in the magazines her husband had secretly hidden in the garage. An extensive wardrobe was ordered for her husband; pretty dresses; frilly pants; nappies; bonnets; bibs; rompers; dummies; bottles; everything a baby needed. Every evening when David arrived home he saw evidence of more parcels having arrived, but Jill made it quite clear that he would be told of their contents only when she thought it necessary. Finally, Jill decided that all was ready and one Monday evening David arrived home to find her waiting as he came through the door. ‘‘Right David. Tonight is when you start your new life as little Diana. I’ve laid out your clothes for this evening. Once I get you dressed, you can have your first feed in the high chair and I’ll tell you what the future holds.’’ Slowly David climbed the stairs, closely followed by his wife. He entered the nursery and laid out on the bed in front of him was an outfit consisting of nappy; yoked petticoat, top and pinafore; bib; broderie anglais bonnet; bootees and dummy. ‘‘Get undressed, David. It’s time for you to become Diana.’’ David stripped and Jill took all the clothes from him and placed them in their bedroom. She then locked the door. ‘‘Little babies can’t be expected to dress themselves, so I willdo it for you.’’ She laid a rubber sheet on the cot, followed by a nappy. She told him to lie down, and after applying a liberal amount of powder and oil, fixed the nappy on him. She then helped him into the rest of this outfit. After checking that everything was to her satisfaction she motioned him to follow her downstairs. They walked into the kitchen. ‘‘Climb up into the high chair, Diana. Mummy is going to give you your tea.’’ Jill placed a large plastic plate full of baby food in front of him and began to feed him, a spoonful at a time. ‘‘That’s right, babykins. Be a good girl and eat it all up for mummy.’’ When the food had been eaten, Jill wiped his face with a cloth and gave him three baby bottles full of milk to drink. She then popped the dummy into his mouth. ‘‘Now, Diana. Mummy is going to have a cup of tea in the lounge. You be a good little girl and sit there while your dinner settles.’’ With that she turned on her heels and left. Resigned to his fate, David sucked contentedly on the dummy, but as time went on he became aware of a growing urge to relieve himself. He took the dummy out of his mouth and tried to leave the high chair. To his horror he found it locked! He shouted for Jill. There was no response. He shouted again as the need to relieve himself became more urgent. Still his wife failed to appear. Eventually he had to give in and the inevitable happened. It seemed to him that no sooner had he wet his nappy than Jill reappeared. One look at her husband’s crimson face told her exactly what had occurred. ‘‘Oh dear, has little Diana had an accident?’’ she said quietly. ‘‘Where were you?’’, came the indignant reply. ‘‘I shouted for ages and you didn’t come. Now look what’s happened.’’ Jill slapped David on his left leg. ‘‘Now let’s get one thing straight. As a baby you can’t speak and definitely aren’t in a position to demand to go to the bathroom. Until I decide to let you get older and start to use the potty I’ve bought, wet nappies are something you will have to get used to. Now suck on that dummy and shut up or there will be trouble!’’ She shoved the dummy back into his mouth and left the kitchen. After another hour she returned and unlocked the high chair. She lead David into the lounge where the rubber changing mat had been placed and, much to his embarrassment, cleaned him and fitted him with a fresh nappy. She then led him to the playpen and shut the side, locking it in place. ‘‘Now I have given your future a lot of thought. To start with you are just a baby. When dressed you will not talk or eat like an adult. I will feed you and change you. Every evening will be spent in the playpen until I think it is time to put you to bed.’’ Jill paused and gave David time to digest these words. ‘‘After a suitable period, I will let you progress, like any toddler, through toilet training to a sort of independence where you will at least be allowed to feed yourself. You will be my beautifu baby daughter, Diana, whenever and wherever I want. Is that clear?’’ The last words were more a demand than a question. David nodded but tears began to trickle down his cheeks. The pattern was set for the next few months. David became Diana within a few minutes of arriving home. His worst moment came when he was still in the playpen one Friday when the ladies Bridge club arrived. Jill had broached the subject carefully to her friends over several weeks, and all three girls became very curious to see this adult baby. When the day came, Jill took more care than usual in ensuring that Diana was properly dressed. He wore a new white dress, lavishly frilled in pink, with a pink satin bonnet, white bib and pink pants. On his feet she placed some new pinkbootees, styled to compliment the dress. Having installed Diana in the playpen, she waited anxiously for her friends to arrive. She had arranged for them to come in via the back door and chatted to them for a few minutes in the kitchen before allowing them to enter the lounge. When David saw them he turned bright red and cowered in one corner of the playpen. ‘‘Now then Diana’’, Tina cooed, ‘‘There’s no need to be frightened or shy. After all we aren’t strangers. Look what Auntie Tina has brought you.’’ And she produced a large soft doll, dressed to match his own outfit. ‘‘Isn’t she just adorable?’’ said Shirley and planted a large kiss on his cheek. Sue produced a large lollipop and gave it to David to suck. ‘‘I thought it would keep her quiet. After all, we don’t want any interruptions whilst we concentrate on the game.’’ Sue stated. David took the dummy from his mouth and began to suck on the lollipop. ‘‘That’s right, Diana. What a sweet and obedient little girl you are.’’ How David survived that evening he will never know. The four women sat down and played hand after hand, pausing every now and then to check on ‘‘little Diana’’ to see if he was alright. After about two hours the effect of three bottles of milk caused a wet nappy. He couldn’t help squirming in his discomfort and this was immediately seen by Tina. ‘‘I do believe we have a dirty baby’’, she said with a broad grin. ‘‘I think we should give Mummy Jill a break and do the honours.’’ With that the card game came to a halt and the three women laid out the changing mat and a clean nappy. David was released from the playpen and made to lie down before the three grinning women. They then proceeded to change him and Jill allowed them to put him to bed. With the cot front firmly closed and locked, Tina gave him a big kiss and turned off the light. David lay quietly sobbing and drifted off to sleep. How was he going to live this down? How could Jill have been so callous? In the morning he rounded on her after being allowed to dress for work in his normal clothes. ‘‘What the hell were you thinking of last night? When those three talk I’ll be ruined!’’ ‘Don’t be stupid! I have sworn them all to secrecy, but another outburst like that from you and I’ll let the whole world know. Besides, Sue thought you were so sweet she’s offered to babysit if I want a night out. She’s also said we can stay in her Welsh cottage during the summer. That will allow you to be Diana for a whole fortnight.’’ David groaned. This was obviously going to be never ending. If only he didn’t enjoy himself so much when he was dressed in his pretty clothes. He was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to be allowed to grow up. Jill seemed to read his thoughts. ‘‘I’ve decided that it’s time you started to grow up. We can now progress to the toddler stage but that’s as far as you go. I want you to be able to wear all those pretty dresses and start to help Mummy around the house in a limited way just like any other toddler.’’ Over the following months David was allowed to progress from use of the potty; - he found this the most humiliating experience of his life, especially when Aunty Sue was baby sitting to using the bathroom. He was allowed to start speaking a few words, but nothing too complicated. As Jill said ‘‘Toddlers shouldn’t say words they are not old enough to understand.’’ They stayed at Sue’s cottage in Wales frequently. Being isolated it allowed Jill to keep David as Diana for long periods of time. Sue even got her talented engineering brother to construct an adult sized push chair. This was kept at the cottage and David spent many hours fixed in it and either pushed around the surrounding roads or left for long spells in the garden for passers-by to see from a distance. Whether any of them realised the pushchair was occupied by an adult was never known..... Jill’s day-dreaming was interrupted by a frantic tugging of her arm. She turned her head to see Diana standing in the playpen alongside her. ‘‘Yes darling, what is it?’’ ‘‘Diana needs toilet, please Mummy’’ came the urgent reply. ‘‘Alright dear. Lets go upstairs’’ she said and unlocked the playpen. As Jill motioned the prettily dressed figure to go in front, she thought of all the other incidents that had occurred in the past couple of years. But these will have to wait for another story!
 

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