Jennifer stood over Perry, with hands on hips. “That deserves a another punishment Prissy. Little girls don’t mess their panties like that when playing with dolls,” she scolded.
Sally again produced the camcorder and required Prissy to lip-sync “I Enjoy Being a Girl” for the camera as a punishment. At the close of the song he had to curtsey and smile for the camera.
It was getting late and Jennifer decided that if Prissy was to spend the weekend arrangements with his Mother would have to be made. “We’re going to allow you to talk like a boy for a few minutes, Prissy. I’m going to call your Mother and want you to tell her that you’ll be spending the weekend with my family at our cabin. She’ll want to know what you’ll be wearing…just tell her that we have plenty of clothes for you to wear!”
The phone call went much easier that Perry expected, and he shortly found himself back in Jennifer’s bedroom with the prospect of spending the entire weekend under the control of the girls.
Sally renewed her idea that diapers were appropriate for such a baby. “She wet her sweet little panties, didn’t she?” This time the girls all agreed, and Perry was given a bubble bath, followed by the girls powdering his body. “Lay down on this mat Prissy,” directed Jennifer. Perry reclined, on the rubber mat laid out on her bed, trying again to cover himself. “Stop that Prissy! You’re a baby girl now, and little baby girls don’t try to cover themselves up,” scolded Karen. “She’s acting like a boy again. That’s another demerit!”
Jennifer rolled Perry over on his stomach and tied his wrists behind him to ensure his cooperation. When he was rolled back he could no longer defend himself from the girl’s assault.
Perry moaned as they manipulated him, but tried to stay quiet for fear of another demerit. His bottom was lifted and Chrissy slid a large, bulky diaper underneath his bottom, fastening it with two large pink safety pins.
The girls brought out Perry’s baby clothes, and he couldn’t help but wonder where they were getting these strange costumes. Like the little girl’s dress, the baby dress was pink, ruffled, and lacy, only more so. And it was short….short enough so that the rows of lace on his rubber baby panties were always clearly displayed beneath the layers of ruffled petticoats. A bonnet was placed over his curly blonde wig, and pink booties tied onto his feet. He was christened “Baby Prissy”, and again taken downstairs for more games.
Baby Prissy was ordered to sit in the middle of the floor as more videotape was taken. “As Baby Prissy you have a few new things to remember,” instructed Jennifer. “Little baby girls don’t talk, and they can only crawl around. And they love to suck on a pacifier when they don’t have their bottle. Would you like your pacifier now Baby Prissy?” she teased. Knowing there was no choice Perry slowly nodded his head. Karen produced a large pink pacifier, certainly adult sized, and placed it near Baby Prissy’s mouth. Perry gasped! It was shaped like an erect penis! He momentarily pulled back, but Karen pushed it forward into his mouth anyway. “This will help train Baby Prissy so that when she grows up she’ll be used to sucking a cock!” laughed Karen. “And I noticed your flinch there Baby Prissy. That’s another demerit.”
The evening progressed, with Prissy sitting on the floor for the amusement of the girls, dressed like a little baby, alternately taking his bottle or pacifier, and constantly being humiliated by the comments thrown in his direction.
“Ooooooh….Baby Prissy”, teased Sally. “I’ll bet you just can’t wait to grow up to be a big girl like us, hmmmmmm? You’ll look so cute in some high heels like these!” And she pranced about in a circle around him on her four inch heels while Prissy lay there on his back, sucking on his pacifier and looking up her long legs to the shadows underneath her short skirt.
It was finally bedtime. The girls took Prissy up to Jennifer’s parent’s bedroom where he was dressed in a long pink silk nightgown. Jennifer drew drawstrings at the hem and wrists, trapping his feet and hands inside.
