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School Stuff

Chapter One

Glenn Alexander probably should have thought twice about answering the door to his parents house given what he was wearing, but he just assumed that Jack' soccer practise had been cancelled again. However, once the door was open it was too late to do anything about it, as in Jack' place was another kid, one who went to his real school and therefore couldn't have expected to see the fourteen year old dressed as he was. Not that he seemed surprised.

"My names Ricky Maxim," the lad introduced himself, "Hope you don't mind me calling like this but I saw you earlier and just wanted to say how great you look in your uniform."

"Yeah… erm… thanks!" mumbled Glenn not sure what else to say but not wanting to shut the door on the one person at his school who knew he liked to dress up, like an old fashioned schoolboy, complete with shorts and cap.

"Where'd you get something like that to fit you?" Ricky continued to question, "I know there's no schools around here that have a uniform like that."

"Not anymore there isn't." confirmed Glenn, before explaining that it was his granddad's uniform from when he was in prep school.

"And it fits you?"

"Yeah, granddad was a big kid and I'm…" like most teenagers Glenn wasn't about to admit that he wasn't up the 'normal' for his age, even if that was fairly obvious to anyone who saw him, as even in his normal clothes, he was always getting mistaken for a pre-teen, and in the get up he was now wearing, he could easily have passed for as little as ten, if not less.

"Is that why you wear it then, as a tribute to your granddad?"

"Sort of," shrugged Glenn, starting to feel uncomfortable standing on the doorstep in the old style uniform for all the passing world – and the neighbours – to see, as he'd only been outside in the uniform once, and that was, indeed when he'd gone to his granddad's surprise birthday party wearing it. That though was in another town where no one knew him, rather than his own street where everyone did and would be sure to note what he was wearing, given it how unusual it was.

Glenn didn't think of himself as all that different to any other boy his age, despite his lack of height, so he tended not to be noticed, and if he'd been in the standard uniform of the local comp, just like anyone else, no one would have given him a second look but, of course that wasn't the case for while he was wearing a blazer similar to the one they all wore, this one was a faded purple colour, with a white outlined school crest on his left breast pocket, that even had a Latin motto. Then there was the grey pullover – rather than a sweatshirt – with matching purple trim around the v neck and the cuffs, that protruded from the sleeves of the blazer. His shirt was grey, not white, while the tie that was tightly fastened around the collar in an unfashionably, small knot, was purple and white in diagonal stripes that his granddad had told him referred to which school house he belonged to. The socks were also purple, and they went into polished shoes, rather than trainers.

At that point although the uniform would have raised eyebrows for it's colour, it wasn't all that unusual, for younger kids to wear something like it, but then there was the small matter of the purple cap, with the Latin embossed badge on the front, and the grey short trousers, that left not just the socks, with their carefully turned over tops, exposed, but nearly all of Glenn's slender thighs as well.

All in all, Glenn was dressed as a little schoolboy in short trousers, which may not have been rare in the 1950s or 1960s but certainly was these days, and yet, the more Glenn thought about it, the more he realised that Ricky didn't seem the slightest bit shocked by his appearance and, if anything, the other boy couldn't stop staring at him, which is when Glenn made the somewhat rash decision to invite into his home a boy he only knew by sight.

Once Glenn finished shutting the door he turned around to find that once more, Ricky was looking him up and down. "You look dead smart you know," the other boy said, "Not like all the scruffs who go to our school."

"Yeah that's what me and Jack think?"

"Jack? Who's Jack?"

"He's my mate. The one who found this stuff with me up in our attic."

"Oh,", Ricky thought for a moment, "Does Jack dress up too."

Glenn shook his head, before explaining that the clothes only fit him so only he could wear them. This answer seemed to please Ricky who then went to ask Glenn once more just how he found the clothes, so Glenn told him.

The two boys were hunting through the attic, apparently tidying it up, but in reality looking for anything that would be 'cool'. They were at Glenn's house, slowly working their way through what seemed to be the entire history of the Alexander family, and it was Jack Livingston, Glenn's mate from down the street who came across the trunk that held the leftovers from the old man's limited time at a nearby, but long gone, prep school where his scholarship had taken him for just a few terms, before a better place was found in a better school.

The cap had been the first thing found, and instantly thrown across the attic to Glenn who had, without seconds thought put it on his head, "Hey Jack, how'd you like to have to wear something like this at school."

Jack looked up from the box, "You look really stupid, and there's no way I'd wear something like that, it makes you look like a little kid."

"You wouldn't have any choice, Granddad told me about it, he'd have got the cane if he hadn't worn his cap, or any other part of his uniform."

"What? Even these?" Jack held up the grey shorts.

"Yeah shorts too all the boys wore them, right up to the time they left at thirteen, so you'd have to wear them and I wouldn't." Glenn smirked, yet even as he did he felt oddly disappointed.

"Whatever," Jack returned to rummaging in the trunk for a few moments, until he suddenly squealed in delight, holding up something in triumph that he couldn't wait to show his friend. "Look what I found."

Glenn looked up expecting to see some other item of his grandfather's old uniform, but instead, he found himself looking at a traditional, junior cane. Three feet [90 cm] long with a clich�d round handle, the sight of which not only caused his eyes to widen but he also felt a strange tingling in his rear, which was accompanied by a familiar twitch in the groin of his jeans. For despite, the lack of interest shown by his friend, Glenn had always been fascinated by his granddad's school tails, and especially of the punishments that seemed to be dished out so frequently and which, his ancestor had always taken in his stride in a way that left Glenn wondering if he could do the same. It was an opinion he voices to Jack before and which was now about to catch up with him.

"Hey, you remember you said that you'd be able to take the cane like your granddad did, well he's your chance to find out as I bet you can't take six of the best with one of these."

It was a challenge of course, one of many that had passed between the boys, usually in Glenn's direction, so it was one that he would have to take seriously even if he hadn't been thinking about that very thing at the very moment Jack had mentioned it. So, hoping he didn't look too keen Glenn walked over to his friend, to have a better look at the cane itself.

Up close the certainly didn't look all that intimidating as it was only just a bit thicker than a pencil, so not one of the heavy duty ones his granddad had mentioned to him, which was something although as Jack continued to flex it, the cane did make some worrying creaking sounds, leaving Glenn to warn him that it could break if they didn't oil it first.

"Oil it? It's not an engine you know!" his friend laughed, but once Glenn had found some old linseed oil amongst the remains of numerous remnants of redecoration, which he applied liberally to the cane, it became obvious how subtle this made the cane, until it turned from a brittle stick into a very soft of flexible, whippy cane, his granddad had told him about.

"All right then, you bend over and I'll give you six of the best, then we'll see how tough you are?"

Suddenly, now he was faced with an actual cane, Glenn wasn't so sure, but had to save face in front of his younger friend, leading him to the one objection he could him up with that would, he hoped, allow him to do this. "Perhaps we should let the oil soak in a bit, or else it will ruin my jeans."

For a second Jack looked like he was going to agree but then, he suddenly put the cane down, and returned to the box of school things, rummaged around and returned holding the grey shorts. "Put these on, instead then, then it will be just like it was back in the old days then won't it?"

Suddenly Glenn found himself cornered. He was, after all two years older than his granddad had been the first time he'd got the cane, probably on those very shorts, so there was no way Glenn could back out of it now, and to be fair, he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to.

Giving his friend a look of defiance, Glenn kicked off his trainers, and began to unbutton his jeans, followed by the zipper when he realised that everything in his boxer shorts wasn't as calm as it should be under the circumstances, so he accused Jack of being a 'pervert' for watching him, even though the two of them had seen each other naked on many an occasion, but it worked, as Jack muttering something turned his back, allowing Glenn to remove his jeans and pull on the old style grey school shorts without his erection being noticed.

"There," he announced when he was done, "How's that?"

Jack turned around slowly, and pointed out the two obvious things about what Glenn was now wearing, "Shit, they really are short aren't they," and "I can see your boxers."

Both these facts were true, as the shorts were probably the shortest things Glenn had ever worn. So short in fact that the legs weren't as long as the boxers he'd been wearing under his jeans, so there was a trace of the cotton hanging down. "Well they didn't wear boxers back in Granddad's day."

"What did they wear then? Nothing?"

"Sometimes," Glenn shrugged not being too sure, "But mostly briefs, I guess."

"Oh, shame we ain't got any of them, but I guess we could get some, for next time."

"Next time?" questioned Glenn, but there was no answer, to that as Jack had another instruction for him.

"You'd best roll your shirt up, or better yet, tuck it in so it doesn't get in the way and then bend over."

Glenn did as he was asked, his bottom pushed up, as his heart beat extra fast, in a mixture of his being a little bit scared, and yet excited in the same way he'd felt when he'd first gone on a big roller-coaster some years earlier.

Meanwhile, and unaware of how his friend was feeling as he was lost in his own power trip, Jack Maxim, took up his position, drawing the cane well back over his shoulder before he slashed it down as hard as he could.

THWACK!

The stroke was wild, uncontrolled, landing diagonally, yet all the same laying itself down in a line of fiery, stinging pain that caused Glenn to leap up, and rub furiously at the spot where it had landed, hoping from one foot to the other in the traditional method of attempting to leave the stinging in his behind, behind.

"I think," he said between gasps, "that you'd better practise on something else first."

It took a bit more argument but eventually Jack agreed to practise on an old cushion, while Glenn offered advise until he could get the cane to land where he intended which was good, although less so was the lesser amount of power he had to use to be able to do it.

Once the art of caning was mastered, it was time for Glenn to bend over once more, which he did in the exact same way he had before.

THWACK!

This time the cane landed with a lot more control, going diagonally across the previous blow, but far more accurately right across the middle of the shorts. It still hurt, but not as much, and Glenn was able to counter act it with a deep breath, rather than the big show he'd put on before. However that wasn't the same when the third blow landed.

THWACK!

"Ow!" It just stung too much for Glenn to be able to take it in silence, yet already Jack' arm was going back for another blow.

"Wait take time between them, you're meant to make it last, not do it rushed. That's what granddad said." It was true too, and it worked the following three blows coming at a more leisurely pace, that was a lot easier to take.

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

Finally it was over, and Glenn was pleased that he'd managed to hold on until the end, with only a few yelps, yet all the same his bottom was stinging like mad, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment, as he wasn't even crying, even if his face was a bit on the red side, and his eyes were prickled with the formation of what could have so easily turned into tears.

"So, how was it then, to be caned?" Ricky Maxim asked the short trousered teenager in front of him, without even attempting to hide the hint of ore in his voice.

"Not so bad, although my bum was sore for several days, and hurt loads worse than I thought it would, still it's not so bad."

Ricky didn't say anything to that, until he clicked on what Glenn had just said, "Hang on you said it's not that bad, rather than it wasn't that bad, does that mean you've been caned again."

Glenn blushed as he was rumbled, confirming that what the other boy had said was true.

"So what happened then, did you get caught playing with the cane, by your dad, or granddad, and get caned for real?"

"No nothing like that?"

"What then? And while you're at it, just why are you wearing the uniform now, anyway?"

"Well, it started out as a bit of a school project where me and…"

"You got caned at school?"

"Not at school, a project FOR school. For Jack's school not ours."

Ricky calmed down a little, "Oh right! Carry on."

"Anyway, it was a project for Jack's school on what schools were like in the old days, based around an old rule book that we found in the granddad's trunk along with almost everything else that he must have had at school, most of which Jack used in his project, taking pictures of them but, these didn't really work as it all got to be really dull with just descriptions of everything so Jack had the idea to re-do it as a 'day in the life of..' sort of thing, using pictures and even some video to show how things looked and how the rules worked. That sort of stuff."

"And you were in these movies."

"Indeed, especially as I was the only one who could wear the uniform, but there was more to it than that, as to get the feeling of the thing right, Jack thought that we should try to do it as realistic as possible to how it would have been for Granddad's day."

Ricky leaned forward in his seat at this, "Meaning what?"

"Meaning that I had to follow the rules that Granddad would have, so we cleared out a bit of the attic near the window, and converted it into a little school room for me, with a desk, chair, and a bed in it, but nothing else. To make it more realistic, Jack even took the curtains down from the window, and the shade off the light so it was just a bare bulb hanging there, not that I was allowed to keep the light on, after my bed time, of course."

"Of course," Ricky smiled at the way, Glenn made this sound so obvious, "So this rooms up in the attic then?"

"Yeah, at the back, so you can't really see it from the street although you can from the public footpath that goes up the side of the garden, which could be a little awkward at times, as when I have the light on, any one walking up that path can see right in. If they look upwards anyway."

"And they'd see you wearing your school uniform, right?"

"Exactly, and it's part of the rules that I wear it all the time when I'm studying, or doing lines, or whatever, which I have to do at the desk, which is right in front of the window, as that has the best light."

Nodding his head slightly, with a sly smile that gave away that Jack was already aware of, at least, some of this, he asked the next obvious question, "What about when you're not studying? What do you wear then?"

"Well, for PE, which I have to do at least once a day, I have a pair of white shorts which are quite tight and even shorter than these I have one, and a pair of my granddad's old plimsolls which don't have much tread so I tend to slip about a bit, especially when we go out onto the field for games."

"The field?" Ricky's eyebrow raised. "You go to the park, like that, where people can see you?"

"No, not really, we use the back garden but people can sometimes see if they look through the hedge from the path, but I'm not sure any one has. Really."

Clearly thinking about that it was a second before Ricky realised that it was his turn to ask a question but he didn't have a new one, so just repeated the previous one, "So what else do you wear then?"

"Well, like I said it's mostly this uniform, although sometimes, I can take the blazer off, and the cap but only when I'm eating, and of course when I go to bed."

"Oh what do you wear in bed then?" Ricky blushed as he realised how that question sounded, but Glenn answered it anyway.

"Pyjamas, naturally, but old style ones, that have stripes on them, and, I have to keep them buttoned all the way up. Oh and they're shorts as well. In fact everything back then was shorts. No one wore any sort of long trousers until they went to 'big' school or out to work, at fourteen, and sometimes not even then."

"Really?"

"Indeed, there were shorts for everything. For school, obviously, for games, like I said, and even for scouts."

"Wait you've got an old scout uniform?"

"Yes, granddad's school had it's own pack, so of course he had a uniform that was in the trunk, and Jack worked that into the project, only we didn't have a tent, so we couldn't do a camp out or anything, and just had to make do with me walking around the garden as if I was in the woods."

"What other clothes do you have?"

"That's pretty much it really. This uniform, the scout one, the pyjamas, and the PE kit… well PE shorts."

"Okay then, so what do you do then, for this project."

"Well, if it's a real school day then I have to do that first, in the normal uniform of course, but then when I get home I take that off in my normal bedroom, before going up to the attic, where I put on granddad's old one, which I'll wear for the rest of the day. Then, I'll…"

"Hang on," interrupted Ricky, "You wear this all the time you're at home?"

Glenn nodded.

"So, you parents, they know you do this?"

"Of course, they'd be hard pressed not to notice purple wouldn't they?" Laughed Glenn, pointing out just how much of the colour he was wearing, on his blazer, socks, cap, tie and various trimming."

"But they don't mind you wearing this?"

"No course not, they think I look smart, although mum did insist on washing everything twice, the first time she saw me in to get rid of the musty smell but that's mum's for you, I guess."

The two teenager's shared a sly smile at the weirdness that was their mothers, before Glenn continued with his daily routine.

"Like I said, once I've changed into this uniform, then I get on with my homework – that's the real homework from school – which I do sitting at the desk in the attic, and don't dare move until its all done as only when it is done do I get to have play time."

"Which means?"

"Which means I get to play with the games granddad would have had, or at least the modern versions of them that we could find anyway. But I only get to do that, if I finish the homework done before six which is tea time, and I have to come down to the kitchen to eat, whatever mum has got ready for me, and I have to eat it all too, or else there would be trouble."

"You're mum would make trouble for you for not eating your dinner?"

"Not directly, but she would note down if I did anything wrong in my report cards, for later." Glenn paused for a question that didn't come, so he carried on, "Anyway, after tea, assuming I'd been good I'd be allowed into the 'common room' which is actually this room, our lounge, and allowed to watch some TV but only until eight pm which is when I had to go to bed."

"At eight? That early?"

"Indeed, that's when kids in prep school went to bed so that's when I went to bed, going back up to the attic changing out of my uniform, which I'd have to fold up neatly, and going for a wash, in cold water in the bathroom before coming back to the attic, and putting on my pyjamas, and into bed. Dad was in charge of making sure that I was in bed, with the light out, by eight thirty, when he'd tuck me in and that would be it until six am the next morning, when it was time to get up."

"Six!" gasped Ricky, who like most modern boys his age, wasn't even sure such a time in the morning actual existed.

"Yep, up at six, for another wash, and then into m PE shorts for a half hour of exercises, and a run around the garden, before back in for breakfast, before getting ready for school – real school – and then doing it all again when I got home again."

"What about on days when you didn't go to school? What happened then?"

"Much the same really although, obviously I didn't go out to school. Instead I'd stay in the attic, and have lessons like granddad would have had back in the day. Doing sums in my book, or writing out passages from books, all of which would have to be checked later on, to make sure I'd done then right, cos if I hadn't then I'd be punished."

"You'd be caned for not doing your homework?" Ricky asked, his eye brows raised slightly.

"No, not for that, but there were other ways boys got punished back then."

"Like what?"

"Standing in the corner, was a popular one, or even kneeling in the corner, which makes your knees really sore after a bit, but the main thing for getting your work wrong was the ruler which would be used to 'rap your knuckles' which really hurts, that doesn't make sense!"

"How so?"

"Well you're being punished for bad writing say, but being wrapped on the knuckles makes it hard to bend your hand, which makes it harder to write, so doing it rather defeats the object, don't you think?"

"I guess." Ricky shrugged never having thought about it before. There was, however, something he had thought about, "Were there other places that they could have used the ruler instead then?"

"Of course, I can tell you that it also works on the legs as well as on the more traditional places," Glenn rolled his shoulders in a way that caused his blazer to ride up exposing his rear, tightly encased in the grey school shorts, to emphasis his point. "Just like so many other things."

"Such as?"

"Well, you know about the ruler and the cane, but there's also a paddle which is a bit like a ping-pong bat, a hairbrush or clothes brush with its big flat back, the slipper or plimsoll, and the thing the Scottish use, a taws with is…"

"… a strap." Ricky butted in.

"Exactly, a short strap with a split in the end to make it sting a bit more. Most of these can be used on palms of the hands, or the front or back of the legs both of which sting, and where the marks can still be seen due to the shortness of my shorts. Oh and on the inside of the thighs, which can't be seen but which really, really hurts, loads more than you'd think."

"I bet. So do you wear your uniform all the time the, even at weekends?"

"Not all the time as, like I said, I've got other bits of Granddad's clothes that fit me, so I get to wear them too."

"like what?"

Glenn didn't answer at once, instead he gave Ricky an odd look as if trying to decide on his next move, which turned out to be offering to show the other boy the collection instead of talking about it, which naturally Ricky quickly agreed to.

"OH there isn't much is there," was the younger boys spoken reaction when Glenn opened up his wardrobe, to show the few items that were hanging there, up in the attic.

"Boys our age didn't have so many clothes back in granddad's day, just a school uniform, a games kit, a Sunday best and something to play out in. Oh, and of course the scout uniform." Reaching into the wardrobe, Glenn bought out a small pile of neatly folded clothes in a light brown, with hits of green trim.

"That's a scout uniform?" asked Ricky confused as it looked nothing like anything he'd seen before, as he'd been expecting a green jumper at the very least while this had the brown shirt instead.

"It's an old one, obviously, but there's a photo of granddad wearing it somewhere, so I know it's real. Trust me, although it's a bit small for me, so I don't wear it much," suddenly an idea came into Glenn's head. "but!"

Ricky wasn't sure he liked the way he was being looked at, it was almost as if he was being eyed up, "But what?"

"You know I think this would fit you. Want to try it on."

Suddenly Ricky went all shy, "Well, err, I would… but… erm… I can't?"

"Why not? It'll be okay, no one will see you and it's fun to wear old clothes that were made for younger kids."

"I know, it's not that. I mean you look dead smart and everything and I'd like to look like that too but, there's something else."

"What then?"

Ricky swallowed hard, as it had final come to the point where the shoe was going to be on the other foot. Up until this moment he'd been the one asking the questions about what the other boy was wearing, and why, but all that was about to change as he simultaneously lifted up his shirt and pushed his trousers down a little way, to exposed a line or clean white plastic running around his waist.

At first Glenn didn't understand, "So you've got underwear on. Ain't no biggie, cos I've got plenty if what you've got on won't go with the uniform."

Just then, Ricky's trousers slipped a little bit more, allowing a small teddy bear to come into view, poking up over the waist band of his trousers, as it was printed onto the material he was wearing underneath. Material that appeared strangely shiny, as if made from plastic leaving Glenn to ask just what sort of underwear the other boy was wearing.

Left with little option but to finish what he'd started, Ricky pushed his trousers all the way down, while continuing to hold his shirt up, making it very obvious what he was wearing.

"You're wearing a nappy!" Blurted out Glenn followed by a slight blush as he wondered if there was something wrong with the other boy.

"I like to, I don't have to. Like with you and your uniforms." Ricky defended himself whilst wondering if he'd made the wrong choice to expose his secret for the first time ever. He hadn't.

It took a moment but after just a little thought bought about mostly by the last part of Ricky's statement, Glenn could see the connection to the prep school uniform from days gone past he was wearing, and the nappy, his new found friend was wearing. However, that wasn't to mean he didn't have questions which Ricky did his best to answer, in the only way he could. By explaining how his choice of underwear had come about.

Rick Maxim – as he was then known – was on a train heading down to a small coastal town where his family had booked themselves into a holiday chalets and Rick was bored. The train journey was slow and longer than it should be due to it being cheaper, route that avoided all the major stops but which often left it sitting in a siding while faster trains rushed past.

The boy was soon wondering up and down the train, first finding any excuse to visit the centrally placed buffet car, and then, wondering beyond them into the first class sections near the front of the train. Unlike the seats he and his family had, ranked behind each other, the first class section was formed into compartments, partitioned off from the access corridor that ran down the side of the coach. Occasionally one of the doors would be left open allowing the then twelve year old a sneak peek into how the other half travelled, with the long seats facing each other that folded out into beds, with further bedding possibly above them.

However this wasn't the main reason Rick found the first class so intriguing, as that had more to do with the spell, which for some reason Rick had yet to figure out, smelled just like a baby. The odd thing was there was no sign of a baby either at the departure station or at any of the few boarding stops the train had made since, so where was the smell coming from. Ricky made it his task to find out.

Walking up and down the first class carriage, Rick paused every now and again to sniff, the heavy aroma that seemed to be a mixture of baby powder, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on, yet for some reason it excited him. Yet he got no further to finding where I was coming from, until he saw another boy emerge from one of the closed compartments, and walk towards, and then past him. This should have pleased Ricky as part of his reasons for exploring the train had been to look from someone his own age, but now he was on a different quest he ignored the boy, just nodding at him when he passed. It not being until he had gone past that Rick realised that the boy smelled of smell he'd been smelling.

Rick was now confused. Clearly the boy was too young to have a baby of his own, so had to be travelling with his family, in the now once more closed compartment. The only way to find out was to wait outside until the boy returned which he duly did in a few minutes.

When the other boy returned, Rick was pleased to find he hadn't been put out by the earlier snub and seemed quite happy to talk which they did bracing themselves against the side walls, as they talked about the one thing they had in common. The train. Naturally, Rick used this to his advantage, mentioning how lucky the other boy must be in a compartment, rather than back in the seats, like Rick and his family were. "Or it would be if it wasn't for the smell." He added carefully.

"Oh is it bad," the other lad wondered explaining that he barely smelt in any more, as it was everywhere he went due to his twin brother being disabled and still wearing nappies.

"Is he on the train too then?"

"Yeah, but he's in with mum and dad now as he wouldn't stay with me. Don't know why? He just gets like that some time."

"So you're all alone in there then?"

"Yeah," suddenly the penny dropped, "Say do you want to come into the compartment for a bit."

Naturally Rick wasn't about to refuse given that was what he'd wanted all along, so he followed his new friend through the sliding door into the compartment where he was struck by the incredibly strong that was everywhere, and not surprising either, as one of the seats had been converted into a bed that had clearly been used to recently change a nappy, as it was surrounded by all the things that went with from bottle of both baby powder and baby lotion, to a neat stack of nappies at the end, resting on an open case of what looked like clothes suitable for a toddler.

"Is all this stuff belong to your twin?" Rick asked, still standing in the doorway as there wasn't enough clear space for him to sit down anywhere.

"Yeah, he likes it best when I change him, so I get all this stuff in with me."

That wasn't entirely what Rick had meant as the boy looked to be around his age, and was sitting there in three quarter length jeans and a blue t-shirt with some nonsensical motif on it, just like any boy his age would. But the clothes in the case, were clearly made for someone a lot younger. At least ten years younger, and yet the lad had referred to the person who wore them as his twin, who therefore had to be the same age as he, himself was, and that just didn't make sense. At least not to Rick. Boys their age just didn't wear things like that, but then they didn't wear nappies either. He waited for the lad to explain.

The reasoning was simply, for although they were twins, Jack was very different from his brother as the latter had suffered an accident when they had been a little over two. It had been touch and go for a moment, but although little Jack had hardly known any difference at the time, as the years passed it became obvious that while he continued to develop his brother didn't, remaining exactly the same. Leaving him as a two year old forever, wearing nappies and everything that goes with them.

"You know," Jack said at the end of his explanation, "Maybe you should be wearing nappies too."

"What?" Rick squirmed as he'd been wondering what that would be like. "Why'd do you say that?"

"Well, they can feel nice you know, all soft and warm, bunched up between your legs, as you walk or crawl about, and of course all that padding on your bum, means that you hardly get to feel it when you get a spanking."

"You get spanked?"

"Not me, I'm too old for that but my brother does from time to time as it's the only thing he really understands as things can't be explained to him because he just doesn't understand. Mind you, if he's really been naughty then he gets his nappy pulled down for a spanking, so it doesn't always work."

Rick had nothing to say to that, but it didn't matter, as Jack another point to make. Perhaps the most obvious one of all.

"Of course the biggest thing is that you don't have to do what I just did and stop what you're doing to go to the toilet, as you can just go whenever, and wherever you want to without stopping what you're doing. Oh and no more getting up in the middle of the night either. That has to be a plus."

Still Rick had nothing to say, even as Jack leaned in, dropping his voice down to a whisper to add, with a sly grin and wink that, "pee and poo didn't have to be the only thing you did in the nappy either, and no one would know the difference!"

The visitor blushed, as although he hadn't thought of this, the advantage to it was obvious, given that his nightly wank had started to become a lot more messy than it had been in recent months. Thankfully, Jack didn't say anything else about that subject, as he was already on to something else.

"Odd thing is that, even though my twin is the same size as me, people always go on about how cute he looks in his nappies, just like he was a real baby. Some of the women even ask if they can change his nappies with is really weird, if you ask me, but then it does feel good to put a fresh nappy on him, and he does look cute I guess in some of his outfits, I guess."

For a moment Jack stopped talking as he started to look in a funny way, "Of course the best reason to wear nappies is it stops that from happening."

"What?" Rick asked, but he didn't need an answer as he followed Jack's gaze to the crotch of the tan coloured trousers his mum had insisted he wore for the journey, and where they could both see a small wet spot had appeared right next to the fly zip. This though, Rick knew wasn't that he'd wet his trousers in the regular way, but rather that for some reason he didn't yet understand, all this talk of wearing nappies, and baby-style clothes had caused him to become excited and for his penis to leak slightly which, if anything was even more embarrassing than if he had wet himself.

"It's nothing to feel embarrassed about," he was informed but someone who was, after all, clearly an expert on the matter, "Tell you what we could do. You could take off your trousers and pants, so they could dry and in the meantime you could wear a pair of nappies so you'd get to feel what it was like to wear them."

For Rick this was an intriguing and yet at the same time somewhat scary suggestion. On the one hand, he had been wondering what it would be like to wear nappies again, but on the other there was the matter of someone else doing that do him even if it was a boy his own age, who clearly knew what he was doing, rather than his own mum, or some other women, which he had previous assumed were the only choices on offer. Not that he got all that long to think about it, as things turned out.

"Let's get you out of those wet things." Jack reached forward and without further warning, with a practised flick of his wrist popped the waist button and ran the zipper on Rick's trousers that sent them tumbling down to his ankles, where they tangled around his feet.

"Guess we'll have to take your shoes off too. Sit down for a moment."

It was a bit of a shove that sent Rick turning sideways and then backwards until he found himself laying on his back on the bunk made up into a bunk. As he landed on his back, his legs went in the air, making it ridiculously easy for Jack to snatch off his shoes, and then to pull his trousers all the way off his legs.

Once Rick was down to just his underwear and a shirt, Jack didn't stop there. "We need those wet undies too," he reminded the other boy, as he continued to hold Rick's legs in the air, while instructing Rick to lift his bum up so the underpants could be peeled off from underneath him and examined.

"Oh yeah looks like you need nappies all right," Jack laughed as he saw the few stains that marked Rick's underwear. Not that he dwelled on the subject, as he still had a lot to do. Which started by reaching for the large pile of nappies, at about the same time Rick started to have second thoughts.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea." The half naked boy said, holding his t-shirt down in a vein attempt to cover himself.

"Give it a go. Here try this." Jack reached down into the bag on the floor, producing a large baby bottle filled with what looked like milk. "Drink this, it will help you relax and feel more like a baby. Besides, you can hardly go running up and down the train to your family with wet trousers, or indeed no trousers can you?"

It was, a very good point, especially as Rick's trousers and underpants were now nowhere in sight.

"Besides," continued Jack, "How else are you going to find out what it's like to wear a nappy, eh? If you don't like it then no harm done and no one will know the difference. Come on, open up."

There had been no mention of Rick drinking from a baby bottle before, in fact he hadn't even seen it before, but once it was presented to him Rick sort of took the large rubber nipple into his mouth without really thinking about it only to discover that drinking that way was a little trickier than he would have thought, yet once he'd mastered it, he found it rather relaxing, especially considering what else was going on, further down his body.

Leaving Rick to hold the bottle now implanted into his mouth, Jack moved further down the boy's body where he was allowed to push Rick's t-shirt up so he could apply a generous amount of baby powder over the other boy's crotch and even to massage it around without any of the complaints he'd expected Rick to make. All the same, he took his time, making sure to leave the twelve year old's penis for last.

Rick shuddered at the first touch to his private parts, half expecting Jack to give him a quick wank, and then disappointed when he didn't. Instead, there were just two or three quick passes up and down, his rapidly erecting shaft, before Jack reached once more for the nappy, telling him to once more lift his bum up, so he could place the opened up disposable nappy underneath him.

Once slipped beneath Rick, he was told to lower himself back down onto the nappy's softness so the front could be pulled up over his hardness, and the sides bought around, before it was all sealed together with the extra strong tapes.

It was at this point that Rick heard a strange sucking sound that told the experienced ears of Jack that the bottle was empty, Rick having sucked it completely dry in the time it took for him to be fitted into his first nappy in around nine years. Not that it caught Jack on the hop too much, as he had another bottle prepared anyway. This one was intended for his brother's nap time, so wasn't just milk, but all the same, he'd have time to make up another one before then, so he gave that to Rick instead.

"There don't you look all cute in that and now you don't have to worry about wetting your trousers, of even using the toilet, or anything."

Jack told Rick to stand up which he did still sucking on the second bottle, seemingly unaware of the changed taste of the milk.

"I tell you what would look cuter, if we changed you out of that shirt, hang on a minute."

Reaching into the bag of clothes Jack pulled out what looked like an extra long sleeveless white t-shirt, which once he pulled Jack's shirt off over his head – an operation complicated by the bottle still in the twelve year old's mouth – Jack slipped this one down over his head, and threaded his arms in.

The front and back of the shirt came down right over the top of the nappy Rick was now barely conscious of wearing, and which Jack started to fuss with once more, only he wasn't really adjusting the nappy at all, but rather pulling the two ends of the shirt together, between Rick's legs, and fastening them into place with the poppers that had clearly been sewn into it for just that reason.

"It's an onesy," explained Jack, "Looks like a t-shirt, but although it hides the nappy, the poppers make it easy to get access to them when they need changing. Still enough about that I bet you could do with a nap about now couldn't you."

Rick who never slept during the day suddenly felt tired, but as he moved he found the nappy hampered his movements slightly, as did the tightness of the onesy that was pulled the nappy tighter onto his loins. Then there was the noise made by the plastic lining of the nappy, that reminded him of what he was wearing with every movement, net none of that really mattered, as he just needed to get a little sleep for now.

"What you actually went to sleep wearing a nappy and that onesy thing, at the other end of the train from your family with a kid you'd only just met?" Glenn asked with barely hidden astonishment in his voice.

"Yeah, but you see, I found out later that the second bottle of milk I'd drunk had something designed to get Jack's twin to sleep so he'd been less bother when we got to the end of the line and the holiday home."

"You slept that long?"

"No not quite…"

"So what happened then?"

"Well the next thing I remembered was Jack shaking me awake because we were pulling into the station at the end of the line."

"What," Glenn splattered slightly, "You'd arrived?"

"Exactly, and already there were people starting to wonder up and down the train getting their things together which would soon include not just my parents, but also Jacks, so naturally I had to get out of there, the only problem was we didn't have much time. Certainly not enough for me to change out of what I was wearing."

"So what did you do?"

"The only thing I could. Once Jack had found my trousers and shirt I put them on, over the top of the nappy and the onesy. Then I got the heck out of there back to my family at the other end of the train, but only after Jack had made me promise to bring the clothes back to him when I got the chance."

"Didn't your family notice?"

"No, thankfully, they were too busy with the holiday stuff, and anyway the trousers I had were a bit baggy so the extra padding around my middle didn't notice so much. Plus the onesy, looked like a normal t-shirt, as long as you couldn't see the bottom part of it, which obviously they couldn't."

"So how long did you wear them for?"

"Only for a couple of hours or so until I had enough privacy at the holiday home to take them both off and put my own underwear back on."

Glenn paused for a moment before asking his next question, "That wasn't the last time you wore them though, was it?"

"Well no!", Ricky laughed pointing down at himself still wearing nappies.

"So what happened then? Why did you put them back on, or did Jack do it?"

"No I did it the second time, as no sooner had I taken them off and returned to my own underwear then I started to miss the softness and tightness of the nappy around my… erm… body."

"I see," nodded Glenn with a smirk that they were both sharing now, having fully understood the great feeling that came from wearing tightly fitting clothing.

"Anyway," continued Ricky, "By the time it got to bed time I couldn't help but think about what it had been like to wear the nappies on, so once I was sure everyone else was in bed that night, I got up and put them back on along with the onesy."

"Then what did you do?"

"Well first I had a look at what I actually looked like in the big mirror that was in my room and it didn't look nearly as bad as I thought it would have. The onesy was quite tight, especially as it was pulled taut by the poppers between my legs. This made it look a bit like a leotard but what I hadn't realised before that it was also a bit see through so for the most part you could see my skin through it, apart from, of course, where the nappy was, where it was white. Mind you that wasn't the only way you could tell I was wearing a nappy, as the nappy made the onesy bulge out around my middle, so it was obvious that I was wearing one beneath it."

"More obvious than if you weren't wearing it?" asked Glenn, adding that until Ricky had dropped his trousers, he'd had no idea that Ricky was wearing a nappy.

"Exactly, much more obvious, but then the onesy looks babyish itself, so that helps too. Anyway, once I'd finished in front of the mirror, I went to bed and I must have dropped off almost straight away as the next thing I knew I was having weird dreams that I was sleeping in a baby's crib, just like I'd had on the train after those bottles I'd drunk, which wasn't that surprising, as the bottles had had stuff in them to both calm down Jack's brother and to make him sleepy."

"You mean Jack drugged you?"

"Yeah, but the laugh was on him, as his brother had a full on tantrum on the station and caused all sort of trouble even when his family got to the holiday village, which I'm fairly sure they blamed Jack for.

Glenn agreed this served the other boy right, before asking Ricky to continue with his story.

"The next morning I got up and took of the nappy and onesy and went about the normal stuff that you did on holiday, but again my mind kept drifting back to the babyish feeling of wearing them so that night I did it all over again and, if anything that felt even better than before, and again I had the dreams of being treated like a baby, in a play pen, and even being in a push chair, being pushed around just like a little baby would. Oddly when I woke up I had a bad urge to pee."

The other boy interrupted to ask what happened next, thinking he already knew, but he didn't. At least not right away.

"The holiday home only had one bathroom and that was down the other end near my parents room so as it was already day light out side and my Mum tended to get up early, I couldn't risk just walking around in what I was wearing so I pulled on my pyjamas over the top. Only problem was mum was already in the bathroom, which is when I had the idea that should have been obvious to me from the first point."

"Which was?"

"I needed to pee, but I was wearing a nappy, so I didn't need to go to the bathroom, I could just do it in the nappies as, after all that's what they were for, wasn't it? Plus, by then I was getting near to bursting."

"So did you wet yourself then?"

"First I went back to my room feeling oddly self conscious, but then, just as I reached my room, a small spurt escaped into my nappy, and that was quickly followed by everything else, until my nappy was flooded from front to back in warm pee, and to think that I'd been worried that I wouldn't be able to go at all. Then I got a bit worried that the nappy wouldn't be able to hold what felt like gallons of pee, but they did which was something."

"Then what?"

"Well I knew I'd have to change by as mum was still in the bathroom and I didn't want to make a show of having to get in there unless she wondered what I was up to, I tried to take my mind off what I'd done by making my bed, and getting the things I was going to need for the day ready which worked because just as I was running out of things to do, mum called that she was out of the bathroom, and that I could go in there."

"And then?"

"Then I got out of the nappies, and cleaned myself up and into my regular clothes."

"No, I mean what did you do next with the nappies?"

"Nothing. I couldn't as they were all wet and only meant to be worn once, so I couldn't wear them again. At least not that pair anyway, as I was still interested in wearing them, but I had to get some fresh ones, and there was only one place where I knew I could get them, and that was from…"

"… Jack…" Glenn butted in.

"Exactly, only after the way he'd given my drugged milk I wasn't all that sure I wanted to trust him so when I had the chance to go around to the holiday home his family was in, I knew exactly what I had to do."

It was a day later, the fourth day of our visit when the organisers of the holiday village organised a sort of get together for all the visitors which, Ricky was able to get out of, even though everyone was meant to be there. Not that he was going to stay by himself, as he told his family that he was going to visit his new friend Jack, knowing full well that Jack would be at the meeting as he'd seen the preparations being made to the hall, to allow access to the wheelchair Jack's brother used.

The holiday homes were all pretty much the same from the outside, and a point was made of none of them having locks on the doors, so that wasn't going to be a problem for Ricky. Now all he had to do was find the right one which as it turned out was simple for the same reason he'd found Jack on the train. The smell of baby products being just as strong outside the correct cottage as it had been within the train carriage.

Carrying the onesy in a plastic bag as his excuse for being there, Ricky knocked on the door, but got no answer. Next he pushed open the door slightly and shouted 'hello' just in case someone was still there, even though he was sure no one was. Finally he went in.

The cottage was, just as he expected, exactly like the one he'd left, but for a few additions that were needed to take care of Jack's brother. Most noticeably the large highchair in the kitchen, and the equally large play pen set up in the living room. However the biggest change was in the version of the room next to the one being used by Jack. This had been set up like a nursery, complete with a proper changing table, a large crib, several piles of baby style clothing, and other assorted items needed to take care of a young teenage that needed to be treated like a two-year-old.

Oddly it was the clothes that seemed to draw Ricky too them, the stacks of nappies, especially the old style cloth nappies, with their matching sets of plastic pants. The former of these he couldn't quite work out how to use as they weren't folded in the correct way so wouldn't actually work. That though led him to the clothing, where amongst the onesy, play suits he found the one thing he needed for his own experiments, sleepwear. Not normal pyjamas of course, but all in one, sleepers, made of a fleece material. Not only that but there were several different styles of them. Some had pops between the legs, like a onesy. Others had a zip that ran right down middle of the front and then continued down one of the legs. While others had the zipper at the back, which only went as far as the waist. Most of the sleepers also had feet on them, while a couple also had mittens attached, which Ricky concluded must have made them the snuggest of them all, and sent him on a search for some with a hood, but there weren't any of those.

By the time he'd looked through all the clothes a couple of times, an idea was nagging at Ricky's head that just wouldn't go away. Just what would it be like to wear one of those all in one sleepers? Would that make him feel more like a baby than the onesy did? There was really only one way to find out.

Before Ricky could get up to anything he knew he had to make sure he wasn't about to be interrupted. The meeting would last for a couple of hours yet, but all the same, he needed to take some precautions to give him some warning just in case, someone happened to return early, so moving out of the nursery, he went to the front door. He was unable to lock it of course, but by moving some chairs in front of it, hoped he'd be able to slow down anyone who came through it.

Once safe, Ricky returned to the nursery and set about choosing what to wear, starting with a nappy, of course. The selection daunted him slightly, as well as those like he'd previously worn, there were also pull ups, like thick regular underwear, right through to old fashioned, cloth nappies. The latter really held Ricky's attention, but they also mystified him as he had no idea, how to put them on, and didn't have the time to work it out. That meant his choice was limited to the disposables he'd previously tried, and the pull ups. So given that the pull ups were rather too much like regular underpants, he went with the tried and tested disposables instead.

After first taking of his regular clothe, Ricky was about to just put on the nappy as he always had before, when his eye caught the large changing table and he decided 'why not?'.

A few moments later the thirteen year old was laying down on his back trying his best to thread the nappy under his bottom which wasn't all that easy as there wasn't all that much room to move on top of the changing table, especially with all the bottles, tubs and sprays that surrounded him. Still one of those was about to come in handy, and not just because it was the source of the smell that the boy found so intoxicating.

Ricky got a little carried away with the baby powder which made fasting the nappy a bit trickier than it should have been but eventually he managed it, and once more climbed down from the table, to stand wearing nothing but a nappy.

Of course this wasn't the first time, Rick had worn a nappy, and given that the one he now had on was the same as the previous one he'd worn, the sensation of having the warm, soft padding pressing down on his bottom, and privates, wasn't all that new to him, but whereas he'd only had the option of wearing a onesy, or his own big boy clothes over the top, now he had so many more options to try out. A wardrobe full in fact.

Once more Ricky started to look through the oversized baby clothes that was offer, eventually picking out a one piece sleeper, that came with not just built in feet but with fingerless gloves that were attached via short lengths of elastic to the sleeves.

Putting the sleeper on proved to be something of a challenged, but Rick liked challenges, so the way the sleeper zipped up the back wasn't going to defeat him, especially as an early holiday outing gave him the perfect solution. The way the sleeper fastened wasn't all that different from the wet suits, Rick had seen surfer wearing down at the beach. They too had a zip that ran up the back, and to fasten it the wearer pulled on an extended tab, which they pulled up over their shoulder to fasten the zip, and then down to lower it again. All Rick had to was to make something similar.

After hunting around, Rick soon found a length of what appeared to be shoe lace that would be perfect for the task, and he set about tying on end around the tab on the sleeper's zipper, which was a bit tricky as the zipper set underneath a small flap but he managed it after a few tries. He even tested it to make sure it wouldn't come undone before he was ready.

Rick was just about to step into the sleeper when his eye caught the bottles that were neatly lined up on the far side of the room. With nice memories of sipping from them when he'd been on the train, the teenager decided that it would be a good idea to attempt to replicate that sensation, so abandoning what he was doing, he grabbed up all three bottles, and headed towards the kitchen, where a quick look around showed him where the milk mixture was that he'd previously drunk.

It took Rick longer than he realised to fill up the bottles, as not only did they held more than he expected but the instructions called for a certain amount of mixing to go on. Plus he didn't actually know which of the various mixtures he'd drank, so made up two different types, in two of the bottles and a hybrid in the third.

Retuning to the nursery, Rick placed the bottles in the crib where he'd be able to get them and turned his attention back to putting the sleeper on.

Sitting on the side of the crib, noting that the crinkling of the plastic covered mattress almost perfectly matched the same sounds coming from his own plastic covered rear, Rick help the sleeper open so he could put his right foot into the legs.

It proved to be a bit tricky as the sleeper had elasticated bands sewn into it, not just around the ankle where Rick had pretty much expected them, but also just below and above the knee, which tended to get caught up, leading to him having to feed his leg in and then work the material up his leg until it was right. The hardest part of all being getting his foot to go through the ankle gap, as he had to do that at a certain angle or else it just wouldn't go, leaving him to assume his feet must been bigger than those of the disabled boy the sleeper had been made for.

It took some work but eventually Rick had the sleeper up to his waist where the elastic held it firmly in place just about covering up his nappy. From there, in theory all he had to do was put his arms in the sleeves, and the fasten it up the back, but as with the legs that proved a little tricky thanks to the built in elastic of certain parts of the sleeper, especially around the wrists.

Rick had to use quite a bit of effort to be able to get his hands through strong grip of the wrist elastic, not helped by the Velcro fixed on the outside, right the way around, that matched up with the mittens, as that made the material harder to grip with his fingers for any length of time. Still, in the end, as with everything else Rick managed it, leaving him just the problem of the zip to sort out.

For once that day the plan went perfectly. After lifting the shoe-lace attached to the zipper up onto his shoulder, Rick was able to reach around and start the zip off with his hand, before getting it to continue it's way up his back by pulling on the tab until it was all the way to the top. It wasn't quite as simple as that though for as the zip went up the sleeper started to tighten up around his upper body, making it harder for Rick to twist sideways, so by the time the zipper gave a slight click as it slipped into it's uppermost point, he was rather relieved.

Finally the sleeper was on, and Rick took the time to admire the way it looked on him in the mirror fixed to the wardrobe opposite the cot he was now sat on. However the first thing he found out was that he couldn't actually stand up, while he was wearing it. At least not perfectly straight, as, just like with the onesy before, he was clearly a little taller than the previous wearer. But whereas with the onesy that fact had only caused the onesy to be tight around his nappy, with the full covering offered by the sleeper, he was unable to totally straighten his legs, or to raise his arms above his head. There was also one other thing. The sleeper was so tight on him, that it appeared to be slightly translucent, for despite it being made of a light blue material, that hid any detail of what was underneath it, there was still a clear demarcation between where it covered the teenager's skin, and where the whiteness of the nappy shone through it.

Checking the clock, just above the mirror, Rick saw that he still had an hour or more, before he'd have to return to his normal life, which would be more than enough to take some time seeing what it would be like to be like a little baby sleeping in a crib.

Turning around, Rick couldn't lift either of his knees far enough to climb into the crib in the usual fashion so had to turn back around, sit down on the edge and then swing his lower body up onto the mattress.

The next task was to pull up the side, which was easy enough, as once the catch was released, the front set of bars slid up nice and easily until they reached the top, where, they latched into place with a loud click, as the same catch that had held them down, now held them up.

It was then that Rick noticed a second catch, and for a moment he wondered what this for, as there appeared to be nothing that could latch into it, but then, as he turned around he saw the crib had a lid made of the same sorts of bars that now surrounded him on all sides. This worked just like the front had, so by releasing a catch, he was able to slide it across the top, until the catch came into contact with the front where not only did it latch itself into place, but in doing so, the top lowered itself slightly, so there was no gap anywhere other than between the bars.

Finally Rick found himself sitting, slightly hunched over due to the lid, in a crib, wearing not just a nappy but a properly babyish, all in one sleeper suit, which three full bottle to drink, to that's what he did.

Laying down on his side with his legs drawn up slightly, as that was not just the most comfortable, but also enabled him to be able to see himself in the mirror, Rick worked his way through the first bottle, almost instantly.

Taking up the second bottle Rick rolled onto his back to see what that was like, as although that wasn't a position he was used to drinking in it was how most babies drank their milk. However as he did this, holding the bottle up above his face, so he was able to suck the slightly weird tasting milk though the nipple, the mittens attached to his sleeves either get in the way of his view of the mirror or just to hit him in the face, which was even more annoying.

Pausing before starting on the third bottle, Rick examined the mittens to see if there was any way they could be removed, but there didn't seem to be, especially as he couldn't even get his fingers inside the sleeves enough to feel if there was any sort of fastening there. In the end Rick reasoned there was only going to be one way he was going to be able to get the mittens to stop getting in the way, and that was to put at least one of them on.

The mittens, weren't much to look at, but although they were covered in the same material as the rest of the sleeper, they'd been lined inside, with some sort of thin rubber, that made them a little stronger, while the cuff part, where the Velcro that corresponded to the sleeves was fitted, was made of a sort of elasticated material that was already quite tight, as Rick pushed his fingers inside.

It soon became clear that as with the size of his feet, the length of his legs, Rick's hands were rather too big for the mittens as there was no room inside them for his fingers to be extended, and even if he balled his hand into a fist, he was only just able to get his hand far enough into the mitten for the wrist fastening to actually be around his wrist. Plus, in order for the two parts of the Velcro to meet up, he had to ensure his arm wasn't fully stretched, and that his elbow was slightly bent slightly. Thankfully though, once that was done, and the Velcro came close to each other, then they seemed to attract each other. The Velcro on the mittens passing remarkably easily across the top of the Velcro on the sleeve, until the two matched up perfectly at which point they appeared to lock together.

Laying back down in the crib, Rick looked at his mitten covered hand, that had for all intents and purposes been turned into a stump, wondering just how he was meant to hold onto anything while wearing it as obviously his fingers and thumb were now useless. He tried to pick up the remaining bottle but couldn't as he just had no grip on it. However if he rolled it around, the mattress and then up his side he could get it most of the way to his mouth without using his good hand, where the second mitten continued to flap around annoyingly.

Balling up his left hand, Rick pretended that he was wearing both mittens, to see if he'd still be able to drink from the bottle and surprised himself when he found out that not only could but that it was rather easier than he'd ever have thought possible. All he had to do was place the bottle between his two balled fists and use the pressure from each against each other to hold it there.

Of course that wasn't a real test of what it was like to have the mittens on, as there was only one way to be sure the experiment would work and that would be to put the other mitten on for real.

Ricky went about the task as carefully as he could, pushing the sleeve of the sleeper up his arm, towards his elbow – itself quite an operation given how useless his other hand was – so the Velcro would have no chance of taking hold, which only left the task of actually getting the left mitten on when his right hand couldn't really help. This Ricky solved by laying on his left side, with the mitten pressed up against the corner of the crib, so that he didn't have to use his right hand in order to guide his left into the opening. Once that was done, he was then able to continue pushing, until his wriggling left hand eventually slipped into the mitten, and the elastic around the wrist came down around his wrist.

Once more Rick settled down to enjoy the sensations his current situation was giving him little realising that as he lay on his back sucking on the third baby bottle of the night, the left sleeve on the sleeper was slowly working its way down his forearm, towards the waiting Velcro on the currently loose mitten he was wearing, but then he was slowly drifting off to sleep.

"You fell asleep?" Glenn asked with clear amazement in his voice.

"Yeah, but it wasn't my fault cos what I didn't know what the stuff I'd put into the bottles were all laced with stuff to calm Jack's brother down, just like the milk I'd had on the train, which is why I wasn't even aware I was tired."

By this point of the tale, Ricky had removed his regular clothes, completely unashamed to show the other teenager the nappy he was wearing, and was starting to put on the scout uniform that Glenn had offered him starting with the light brown short sleeved shirt, with the badges on the upper arm, and chest.

"I sort of woke up some time later, but not really, so it was like I was in one of those dreams where you're not entirely sure if you're asleep or awake. DO you know what I mean?" Glenn nodded, as Rick continued. "What I thought I was dreaming was the sound of voices around me, but not all that close, and my eye slipped open a bit, to see this shadowy figure looking in the cot at me, but not saying anything, as he reached in to remove the empty bottle from laying on my chest, and putting a dummy in my mouth, which, I started to suck on."

""Jack, right?"

"Yeah, it was Jack, but it wasn't until some hours later when I really woke up that I realised what had happened was that his family had come back, and that he'd found me in the cot, but hadn't said anything to any one, but made some excuse so he could stay behind so he'd be there when I woke up."

"And was he?"

Rick paused, while he tried to figure out how to get the small wooden woggle to tighten on the two tone neckerchief that was now around the neck of the scout shirt. "When I woke up, Jack asked me if I'd had a good nap, which as you can imagine made me panic a bit but with both the mittens now on my hands, there was nothing I could do, as I couldn't even grasp hold of the bars of the crib properly, let alone undo the clasps holding me prisoner and of course, there was no way I could get the sleeper off either, even if the fastenings had been at the front, and not under a safety flap."

"So what did he do?"

"Nothing at first, just let me calm down a bit, before he came over and asked if I was hungry, which actually I was, so he let me out of the crib, but didn't remove the sleeper, as we made our way to the kitchen. Of course, I couldn't really walk because of the legs of the sleeper being too short for me, so Jack had to help me, which is why I didn't see the highchair until I was sitting in it, and he was slotting the tray in front of me and I was stuck."

"The garters go on the outside," Glenn informed his friend, before asking what happened next.

"We ate. Or rather I ate, while Jack fed me like the baby I was dressed up like. A spoon at a time, and with real baby food too, which surprisingly wasn't all that bad, if a little slimy on occasion. When it was all done, he gave me another bottle, but I couldn't hold it with the mittens on, so he had to hold that for me too, keeping it there, in my mouth until it was empty."

"Wow those shorts don't really cover your nappy you know? Do you want another pair?"

Rick turned to look in the mirror and sure enough the small khaki coloured shorts barely made it onto his thighs, allowing just the occasional hint of the whiteness from his nappy to show in the leg but that wasn't the most obvious thing as once he'd tucked in the shirt tails and fastened the snake's head belt, the extra padding he was wearing was really obvious highlighted by the thin, worn material. Not that Rick was at all bothered, "No these are fine."

"Yeah they are aren't they." Agreed Glenn, "Wish they were that short on me, too, still put the shoes and cap on and lets see what you look like in the full thing."

"Wow!" gasped Rick at his reflection, "I look like I'm a little kid from the old days."

"That's the point though isn't it, and anyway, that's probably older than you looked in all that baby stuff."

"True enough, but I don't go around town in that, like you do in this stuff."

"Only cos you'd get stared at, and people would ask question why a teenager is dressed like a big baby!"

"And they don't ask why you're dressed like this?"

"No, mostly they don't. Some of the older people do say I like really smart and stuff like that, and that it reminds them of when they were kids, but that's about it, really."

Suddenly while gazing in the mirror, Rick saw something on the far side of the room that he hadn't noticed before, due to his interest in the clothing he was being offered to try. Tucked in the corner of what was otherwise a normal, if neat, teenaged boy's bedroom was an old fashioned wooden school desk, with a matching chair. But it was the item sitting in the corner just behind that, which had Rick's eye. A school cane.

"Do you get caned?" he asked.

"Yeah, sometimes, when I've been really naughty, although mostly my punishments are done with something else so the marks won't show at school. My real school I mean?"

"Like what?"

"This slipper," Glenn picked up a large slightly battered slipper from the foot of his bed, "Or this ruler," a twelve inch [30 cm] one from the desk, "A hairbrush". This look ordinary, "a strap" a short piece of leather that had once been a belt, "Or the paddle." A ping pong bat, with the rubber removed.

"Which one hurts the most?"

"Only one way to find out, especially as you've got extra padding on." Replied Glenn smiling as he held the paddle in his hand.

"Yeah, er… I mean…"

Rick clearly wasn't sure, but Glenn attempted to push him forward by adopting what he hoped wasn't too stern a sounding voice, and saying, "Bend over the desk you've been a naughty little scout baby."

Almost by instinct, Rick turned and placed his hands on the top of the desk, which caused his bottom to push outwards, making the tiny shorts even shorter, and tighter. Meanwhile Glenn moved over to stand beside him, from where he was able to tap the business end of the paddle on the other boy's rear. "Ready?" he asked to which he got a nod, that he took as a 'yes'.

WHOP!

The paddle came down neatly across the seat of the scout shorts causing the boy wearing them for the first time to gasp.

WHOP!

After the second blow, Rick gave a similar gasp, but then, a split second later so did Glenn. Not due to his being hit but due to what he could see and what Rick was about to hear.

"And what's going on here then?"

Both boys spun around to see the third figure that had encroached on their private fantasy, standing with his hands on his hips in the doorway.

Glenn was the first to speak, but then he was the only one that knew everyone in the room. "This is Rick Maxim, a mate of mine, and Rick, this is Jack the guy I mentioned who helped me find all this stuff in the attic."

"Oh right," Rick relaxed, even if he was slightly surprised that Jack wasn't all as old as he'd assumed he would be. Judging by his size, and the slightly squeaky voice, he couldn't have been more than eleven. However he wasn't acting like he was the youngest boy in the room as he continued to address Glenn.

"So why is he wearing your cub uniform, while you use the paddle on his bottom. A paddle that was made for your bottom and no one else's."

"Well, erm, he called round cos he'd seen me out in my uniform, and was, curious about why I was wearing it and, so I told him cos he'd done something similar, so I showed him the clothes we found and then we got a bit carried away."

"Is that so," Jack Livingston came into the room and removed the paddle from Glenn's hand and picking up the cane. "Seems you've both been naughty so Glenn can stand in the corner with your hands on his head while I give you a proper demonstration of what goes on here!"

Rick couldn't believe what he was hearing. A little eleven year old ordering a pair of teenagers about, but when Glenn did just what he was told, he found himself standing in the middle of the room on his own, waiting to see what would happen next, which as it turned out was for him to be ordered to bend back over the desk, this time by Jack.

Once more Rick got to feel an instrument of punishment tapping the seat of his extremely short shorts, but this time when the blow came from the cane, it came down with a lot more practised force, sending a line of fire right across his bottom.

"Count the strokes, little boy or I might forget where I've got to."

"One!" Rick quickly said, and was rewarded by a second blow of the cane in a slightly different position on his rear to the first.

"Two!"

By the time the fourth one had landed Rick was struggling to stay in position, and only managed to do so by clinging onto the desk with knuckles that were quickly turning white.

"Six!" he finally gasped, and with his bum feeling like it was on fire, he was allowed to stand up, desperate to rub his rear but fearing that he wasn't allowed to.

"You took those well, but let's see how you do with the shorts down."

"but," Glenn turned to protest from the wall knowing something Jack didn't, but which the younger boy was about to find out, for rather than protest, Rick was already undoing the snake's head belt, and pushing the shorts down to show the nappy he was wearing to a second strange boy in less than half an hour.

"A Nappy! You're wearing a nappy," Jack grinned, "I've never caned a boy wearing a nappy before. Leave it on. Hang on, it's not dirty is it?"

Reassured the nappy was still clean, Jack told Rick to bend back over the desk, with his shorts around his ankles, and with his scout shirt pushed up to show the full extent of the nappy covering his rear, and which was about to feel the cane.

WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! WHOP!

Six more strokes of the cane followed to the seat of Rick's nappy that once more had him clinging onto the desk for dear life as his bottom was set on fire in a way that he couldn't have imagined a short while earlier, which left him wondering how anyone could take that on the bare rear, without the padding he was wearing even though he knew the did in the old days.

"Right that's your lesson learnt, not go and swap places with Glenn. No leave your shorts where they are. Go on hurry up, unless you want some more."

It only took a few moments for Rick to be facing the wall with his hands on the top of his scout cap, his shorts still around his ankles, while Glenn, came to be bent over the desk, with both his shorts and underpants around his ankles.

"You deserve it on the bare from the start," Jack told him, "As you know better."

THWACK!

The first blow came down with a much clearer, louder sound as it landed on bare flesh, quickly followed by Glenn's counting. A process that would be repeated eleven more times until the caning was over, and Glenn was finally allowed to stand up to join Rick standing in the corner but with his very bare, bottom, criss-crossed in very red and sore looking lines, on display where they would stay for half an hour while Jack went downstairs to get himself a drink and a think about what he was going to do.

"I hope you've both learnt your lesson, boys." The eleven year old announced when he returned.

It was a question Glenn knew how to answer. "Yes Sir," he said, turning from the wall, "Thank you for punishing me. I'm sorry I was naughty."

There was a pause, that would have been longer had Glenn not nudged Rick into adding his own apologies into the mix. "I'm sorry too sir."

The reaction was just what Jack had hoped would happen. As much as he'd always enjoyed ordering his older friend around when they played schoolboy and master, the only thing that could make that even better was to have two boys to order around, and that's clearly what was on offer here, something he'd know from the moment he saw the nappy Rick was wearing. Jack had actually thought of attempting to get Glenn to regress even further than he already had, back to a nappy wearing infant, but now Jack didn't need to do that, as he now had one. He just had to be sure Rick would be up for it.

"So," he asked the teenager dressed as the cub scout, "Do you like wearing nappies or do you have to?"

"Like to." Replied Rick, before adding a 'sir' after another prompt.

"That's what I thought. And what do you think of what me and Glenn get up to?"

"Well it stings a bit," Rick rubbed his rear before he could stop himself, "But it's fun."

"Indeed, so Glenn, what do you think to having a little, or should I say, baby brother then?"

For a moment the two teenagers looked at each other, as if they couldn't be sure they'd heard correctly, but it wasn't long before that passed and they both cheering loudly enough to be threatened with another spanking. A spanking that neither of them argued against.

The End