Chapter Twelve - Johnny is dressed as a baby girl and fed with babying syrup
"You would be surprised, Fenella," explained Aunt Myrna as she opened a closet packed with girls' dresses and petticoats, "what a lively market there is for little girls' wear and baby wear for troublesome boys. Mothers and guardians are constantly getting in touch with me to come and choose items to suit their purpose, so larger sizes sit alongside small sizes, and all of them suitable for wicked deviants like this boy here."Johnny was horrified when he saw the feminine ruffles and lace on the colourful dresses on view. Not only that, but in front of him stood a baby's high chair, big enough to fasten him into. Aunt Barbara had him in her lap and was busy undressing him, ready to be put into whatever the ladies chose for him. The gag over his mouth prevented his emotions from bursting from him in a torrent of useless pleading, but he could wriggle vigorously, hoping somehow to avoid this new humiliation. "Yes boy," cried Miss Williams, holding two white satin petticoats she had chosen for him as his aunts held him still between them, "you will be dressed as a baby, no matter how much you wriggle and cry. In fact that only proves that you should become our baby girl for as long as it takes to give you a bottle of feminising hormone fluid. That will really raise your awareness of how shameful and disgusting you are." Johnny was forcibly undressed down to his brassiere and garter belt, so that his legs remained encased in silky nylons. A pair of white high heeled slippers were fitted onto his feet, and his aunt held his legs wide apart, so that his naked penis stood glaringly upright for all of them to see its blatant full arousal as a baby blouse was chosen and hung on the front of the closet, along with the pink dress that Miss Williams wanted him to wear for her. The more he struggled, the sooner he grew tired and weak, and the ladies gathered chairs around him, and were soon holding him still and helping Aunt Barbara to dress him as a baby across her lap. She lay him back right across her skirt with a cushion to support the back of his head, then lifted his bottom so that Aunt Myrna could slide an opened diaper under his buttocks before wrapping it round him and securing him firmly with sticky tabs. Johnny watched with miserable eyes as Aunt Barbara helped her sister to draw one pair of baby panties after another up his stockinged legs, all of them soft and all of them frilly. His final pair of bloomers was a mass of white satin ruffles that formed a bulky mass of girlishness around the private parts of his body. His aunt sat him up on her skirt so that Miss Williams could slot a widely skirted baby petticoat over his head and work the skirts down to his waist. The bodice cupped his breasts and rested in white ribbons over his shoulders, and Johnny squirmed with embarrassment as she fastened the three little petticoat buttons between his shoulder blades. Following it, Miss Williams held up his pretty little blouse of white satin for him to put his arms into its big puffed sleeves. "Turn him over across your lap, Barbara," said her sister. We would all like to see him being dressed like a baby girl as he is put into his sweet blouse and pinafore." The wretched boy burst into tears as he realised he was being rolled over in his diaper, baby bloomers and petticoats, so that his blouse could be fastened down the back. His penis ached with blissful pleasure inside his soft diaper, knowing that his aunts and Miss Williams were dressing him as a baby girl... and knew about his shocking and extreme pleasure. "What pretty buttons," marvelled Miss Williams as she fastened them for him from the divided back of his Peter Pan collar with its lacy edging down to its hem over his sweet petticoats. When he was buttoned up, his aunt lifted him into a sitting position again for his dress. All three ladies loved the bright pink pinafore dress in crisp nylon that Miss Williams had chosen for Johnny. It was lined in pastel pink satin and slipped rustlingly down his hair and blouse, spreading in knife pleats across his petticoats, and needing to be buttoned three times down his back. In spite of his gag, his crying was quite audible and kept smiles of satisfaction on the women's faces. The distress in his eyes showed them it was time to uncover his mouth and hear what he had to say, now that he had been properly dressed as a girl baby. He began pleading, "Oh Aunt Barbara, Aunt Myrna, I'm so sorry for everything I've done. Please don't punish me any more. Oh please don't babyfy me. Don't let anyone see me dressed like this, in a baby blouse and a pink baby dress. Please don't make me a baby girl any mo-o-ooore!" His tears were extremely bitter, and the hearts of any other women would immediately have melted at such distress, but for his Aunts and Miss Williams, the opposite was the case. They were thrilled by his pain. "His humiliation drink is ready," said Aunt Myrna as Barbara and Miss Williams lifted Johnny by an arm and a leg each and carried him to his baby chair, where they laid him on the reclining seat. A transversal bar swung from left to right beneath his bust and was locked in place. His wrists were fastened in satin ribbons, while his high heeled pumps were hooked across a shoe bar and his ankles fastened to the legs of his chair with similar ribbons, so that his knees were spread open and his bloomered thighs were wide apart. Suddenly his world was plunged into more misery and confusion, as Miss Williams stood behind him and gathered the sides of a satin bonnet round his cheeks in tiers of ruffled satin, which she fastened with pink ribbon. His babyish appearance brought a fit of giggles to his aunts as they saw how painfully miserable their naughty nephew had become. His Aunt Barbara felt the warmth of his bottle, sucked the teat to test it, and held it in front of Johnny's bonnet. "I want you to drink down every drop of your special milk, Johnny," she said, her face a picture of her strictest mood. "It will make you weak and helpless, so that you will respond to your petticoat punishment in the way that your aunts and Miss Williams intend." Her nephew was mesmerised by the baby bottle in front of his bonnet ruffles, and had no means of resisting the teat... or its insidious contents. He opened his lips, watched by eager female faces, and soon found himself sucking and drinking in a loud rhythm of gurgling swallows. As he drank, with his hands ribboned out of the way and his legs ribboned apart, Aunt Myrna and Miss Williams took the opportunity to explore the state of his penis by feeling through the ruffles of his bloomers. His legs struggled hopelessly to intervene, and he drank and swallowed and swallowed and drank as the women around him drew their fearful conclusions. "He wants to be a baby girl, it's clear," declared Miss Williams, "so that is decided then. We will dress him as a baby to bring home to him the shame and disgrace of his perverted condition. I suspected it from the moment we had him dressed in a girls' blouse and skirt." "You are right, Fenella, and we have also discovered that his penis shows an extreme attraction towards my silken panties, judging by the stiffened condition of it as I fondle it inside his diaper. I am keen to test his response to being put into several pairs of our panties. I am sure we would all like to see him in many ladies' panties, to test the reaction of his penis and see whether it is inclined to feel feminine in all of them." Her words caused a guttural cry from the gulping throat beneath the satin bonnet, and Johnny choked so much with shock that Aunt Barbara had to withdraw the bottle... only long enough for his throat to clear. Then she popped the teat straight back in until the level of the medicinal milk drained lower and lower, and every last drop of his humiliation juice had disappeared. .....
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