Tale #114: Baby Doll Eyes

Tale #114: Baby Doll Eyes (Content Tags: Slice-of-life setting, diapers, wetting, teasing, sissy antagonist) Why couldn't a normal kid move in next door? A nice, normal boy that was his age and who liked normal stuff like baseball and video games. Was that really so much to ask? Apparently it was, because he'd ended up with Shelby. Dollhouses and tea parties with stuffed animals were his interests. The realm of soft, fuzzy, and downright girly was his domain. And Billy was right at the center of it. Not that he even remotely wanted to be. His parents quickly befriended Shelby's parents when they moved in, and Billy's older sister had made friends with Shelby's older sister. That just left Billy, basically forced onto playdates, to make peace with befriending Shelby. He'd tried to keep an open mind too, and he'd kept the teasing to a minimum when he'd first seen Shelby's bedroom, but the boys were just too different. There was also something in the way that Shelby had looked at him from the start. He wasn't looking at Billy like a potential new friend, but as a new muse or even a shiny new plaything. Like Billy was one of the many dolls that Shelby proudly displayed. The look had creeped him out a little before he'd even recognized what it was. First impressions had been Billy riding his bike around the neighborhood and coming upon Shelby pushing a play stroller with a baby doll inside of it. Shelby was groomed very neatly, his clothing consisting of soft pastel colors; whereas Billy, dirty from play, was wearing cargo shorts, a 'Sonic' shirt, and a backwards cap. The two couldn't have looked more different, though they were close to the same age. Shelby was a little younger, by maybe a year or less, and a little more on the petite side. His diminutive frame didn't do him any favors with his 'sissy' look. Billy had almost mistaken him for a girl at first, since Shelby's features were pretty soft and his hairstyle was a little androgynous. Billy's own blond curls made it hard to be too critical of that in particular though. Before Billy had even stopped to say hello, he'd caught Shelby staring at him and smiling. He'd thought the boy was just overly friendly. "Hi, I'm Billy! You must be the new neighbor, right?" He'd seen the moving trucks over the last few days, though he hadn't really seen much of the family that went with it. "Yup, I'm Shelby! And this little guy is *also* Billy, isn't that funny?" He grinned cheekily, pointing his finger down at the baby doll in the stroller. The name was pretty common, and honestly pretty basic too, so Billy didn't think much of it. The doll did give Billy pause as to whether or not his new neighbor was someone that he'd be able to play with though; what self-respecting boy willingly played with dolls? "You steal that from your sister or somethin?" He wanted to give this new kid the benefit of the doubt, though with how he was dressed, it didn't look good. "No, my sister doesn't play with dolls any more. She let me have a lotta her old stuff, though." There was still some hope left in Billy. "Oh, are you gonna strap a firecracker to it or something? Or try to make a parachute to throw it off your roof? There's a place at the creek that's pretty high up--" "You've got really blue eyes. Baby blue." Shelby interrupted, not seeming to pay much kind to what Billy had been saying. That's really been the first big strike against him. What kind of weirdo says that to another kid that they've just met? Much like the rest of Shelby, it came across as too girly, and it put a bad taste in Billy's mouth. The boy had swiveled his front tire away and recoiled; he went on to make an awkward exit, mentioning something about hearing his mom calling him. To be fair, that wasn't completely a lie. He'd already been circling back around toward his house to go take care of something. His cargo pants did a good job of hiding it, but there was a saturated diaper underneath. Billy had what a doctor may delicately call an 'immature bladder'. His bladder wasn't damaged or anything, but whatever mechanism made it easier to keep from peeing on himself, hadn't grown at the same rate as the rest of him. It was something he was told would improve in time, but that there was no way of telling when he'd hit that particular growth spurt. It was a well-guarded secret, and he still used the restroom as much as he could, but there had to be some protection to fall back on for the inevitable accidents that he had. Ironically, there had been a sweet-spot in his development, where everything had been at the same level, and where he'd spent a couple of glorious years in real underpants! But around the time he turned six or so, his body had outpaced his bladder, and the bedwetting had started. Not too long after, the pants wetting had started too. He'd been grounded, spanked, and threatened with diapers over it, at least until the doctor had cleared things up. He wore Goodnites or Underjams to school, whichever 'Pull-Up' was on sale at the store in his size, but he wore a real diaper to bed and around the house. The diapers were a lot cheaper and could hold a lot more, so it was just economical to use them when he didn't have to worry as much about social ramifications or autonomy in the bathroom. At nine, he was long capable of handling his hygiene on his own. He changed his own soaked diapers or Pull-Ups, and had gotten pretty handy at taping the diapers up too; they would usually get checked before bed, just to make sure there wouldn't be a leak, but he was mostly allowed independence on the matter. It was a small element that made things feel less humiliating; less like he was still a baby for wearing them. That positive self-image wasn't built to last. Not when there was a weird kid on the street. Billy's sister made friends with Shelby's sister. Billy's parents got real chummy with Shelby's parents. That just left Billy and Shelby. It felt like he was basically being forced to make 'friends' with this kid, just because the rest of his family liked the new neighbors. He tried to resist as long as he could; vehemently denying invitations to the boy's little tea parties that he held on the lawn with his dolls and stuffed animals. Eventually, he was given no choice but to have a playdate. His mom basically dragged him over, since she was going to talk to Shelby's mom about joining the neighborhood book club. His dad was at work, his sister was at a friend's house, and she didn't completely trust him being at home by himself, even if it was just next door. More likely, she saw it as a good excuse to force Billy's hand on befriending Shelby. Shelby, wearing a soft pink shirt and white shorts, looked pleased as punch to see him. He led Billy up to his bedroom, and it was even worse than Billy had imagined; if the boy didn't know better, then he would have genuinely thought the room belonged to a girl their age. Pinks and purples, dolls and stuffed animals, unicorns and rainbows...It was sickening. It was anathema to Billy's very boyish core. The 'sissy' looked more closely at Billy, now that he was welcoming the boy into his room. "I really like how your hair is all curly, Billy. I got dolls like that." Without asking, he moved his fingers near Billy's head and gently pinched at one of the blond curls. Billy blushed and tried to move his head away, "Uhh, t-thanks? I guess I'm the only one in my family like that, with umm, hair like this." "Maybe we can finally have that tea party!" Shelby quipped, changing the subject and pointing to the little table in the center of the room, which had a plastic tea set on it. "I can ask my mommy to make cookies and some little sandwiches." Billy was going to make a smart remark about how they could just use the 'easy-bake oven' in the corner of the room, but he held his tongue and just nodded. He was here and he didn't want to get in trouble for being rude, so he might as well enjoy a snack and tell his mom afterwards that he didn't like this kid. "Uh, sure. I could eat some cookies..." Shelby beamed and grabbed the tea-pot, "Good! I'll go tell her. I'll grab some tea for our party, too." Considering that the kettle was plastic, Billy assumed the boy meant iced tea, which he wasn't a big fan of. At the least, he could dump a bunch of sugar into it though. While Shelby was away, Billy took the time to casually meander around the room and further investigate what a sissy his new neighbor was. There was a doll-house, but it was much too small for the baby dolls that Shelby had. He figured they looked more like they were for something like 'Barbies', which made his shake his head in disgust. Speaking of baby dolls, some of them looked to lean pretty hard into the 'baby' part; a lot of them had visible diapers, and a few had pacifiers that looked like the real deal. Billy really just couldn't understand the appeal. The more he saw, the more confused he was left feeling about Shelby. If circumstances had been different, then this was definitely the kind of kid he would have openly mocked about his interests. This was the kind of kid that he'd join the rest of the neighborhood boys in shunning! But circumstances had him here and having to play nice. He was going to snoop deeper, but then the door opened back up. It looked that Shelby already had anticipated that he'd be getting his tea party today, because the tray he was carrying looked a little too full for how much time had elapsed since his departure: tiny sandwiches with toothpicks, cookies, some cut fruit, and the 'pretend teapot' were all atop the tray. "Sorry that took so long!" He chirped, carefully putting the tray on his bed, and then transferring the contents of it to the little table. "Hope you're hungry!" It all looked pretty good, and he could just snack without really leaning into whatever girly game of tea party that his neighbor was trying to push. He wandered over and took a seat at one of the little chairs. Shelby began to set the table more fully, even giving a fancy napkin to his guest. "Now, let me think of who should all be invited for our tea party..." He thought out loud, looking over at his dolls and stuffed animals. The frilly boy wandered around the room and began to pluck a few options, seeming to take great thought and care on which ones he wanted. He returned with a pig, a teddy bear, and a baby doll. Not just any baby doll, but the one from the stroller, whom he said shared a name with Billy. All three of the toys were diapered, and one of those diapers looked like a real one for a toddler, instead of just a 'play' version for dolls. "I hope you don't mind if our guests have an oopsie-daisy at our table. They're not pottytrained just yet." Shelby explained, as if they had a will of their own. "I think I'll be okay." Billy rolled his eyes, though blushing a little bit, since it made him think about his own diaper. Shelby thought about things for another moment, "You sure you don't wanna dress up for the party? I got some nice pretend stuff you could wear. You're supposed to look a certain way for this kind of thing." Billy thought about his diaper, which he'd hidden under a pair of overalls. Any kind of dressing up would reveal a secret that he kept very close to himself, and to a kid that he only knew or trusted about as far as he could throw him. He shook his head. "No thanks. I don't like playing dress up. That's for babies." His host looked disappointed, and maybe even a little offended, but he took the answer and sat down. "Oh, okay. I'll pour us some tea and we can start." He took the kettle and poured iced tea into each of their cups. Then, he looked at his guest and frowned: "That's not where your napkin goes." Billy had just placed it to the side, but Shelby got up and went to get it. "It needs to be on your lap or against your chest. Here, let me..." He grabbed it and tucked it under Billy's collar, which turned the napkin into more of a bib. "There we go!" "Does it really matter?" "Etiquette is important." Shelby returned to his chair, "If you need sugar for your tea, it's in that dish next to the kettle. I'll get it for you, how many lumps?" Billy hated tea, and the rare times he had to drink it, he drowned it in sugar. "Umm, like, six?" "Wow! You got a real sweet tooth, huh? That's a lot." Still, Shelby obliged the request and poured spoonful after spoonful into the tea, before mixing it up for his guest. "You smell nice." Billy blinked at the abrupt compliment and Shelby slid the sugary beverage over. "H-huh? What are you talking about?" "Most boys are kinda stinky, like they don't take a lot of baths. You smell nice though, like... Hmm... Almost kind of like talcum." "Talcum?" "Baby powder." Billy looked away, "My mom puts it in my shoes, to make my feet smell better." That was a lie he'd long adapted, since he was sometimes a little too liberal with powdering his own butt. The boys sipped at their cups in silence for a few moments, with Billy also starting to eat from the assortment that Shelby had brought up. Billy didn't really know what to say and was treating this more like snack time than anything else, while Shelby seemed content to just analyze the slightly older boy. Finally, Shelby broke the silence. "Why don't you like playing dress-up? You really think that it's a game for babies?" "That's something that little kids or girls do. Big boys do stuff like soccer or riding bikes or wrestling, y'know, boy stuff! Or like, play with action figures or cars...Not baby dolls or barbies." Billy tried to delicately explain. "And you're a big boy, Billy?" The question cut deep, even if Billy didn't think that his neighbor intended it to. His cheeks got hot and he slurped down more of his sugary beverage. His eyes darted to the side and he nodded, "W-well, yeah! I thought you might be too, but..." Shelby smiled coyly, "But?" "Your room is kind of girly and I know you're not as big as me, but big boys don't want to play pretend tea parties with dolls or stuffies." Shelby didn't really looked offended, instead looking more amused. "You don't look that big, Billy. You look like you're still little, like one of my dolls." Billy was perhaps a little on the smaller side for his age, but not by much. That wasn't where Billy was self-conscious though; the little part of him was his underdeveloped bladder, and the garment he had to wear because of that. He felt a shame wash over him, "I'm bigger than you are!" The defensive outburst wasn't without a cost. As Billy lost his cool, he also felt a warmth down below, pooling around his crotch. He'd hardly felt the need to go and the emotional volatility had given his bladder the go ahead to release; the boy could feel the plush material swelling as it absorbed his stream, making the crotch of his diaper squishy and damp feeling. Shelby kept his smile, "Are you bigger than me?" He gently sipped at his tea some more and looked at Billy with a gleam in his eyes. "I think it's cute how pink your cheeks get when you're fussy. Just like a baby." Considering that Billy had just peed his pants at the table, or his diaper, he really didn't want to hear about how he looked like a 'baby'. "S-shut up, they don't get all pink! It's just warm in here!" "I offered to let you dress up in something else. You could sit there in your underwear if you wanted, if you're getting too hot; I mean, our other guests are in their diapers, so it wouldn't be too informal." Billy got frazzled and looked straight down at his now empty cup. "I-I'm not *that* hot..." Shelby poured his neighbor another round of tea and then began to again add the excessive amount of sugar. "You sure? I won't make fun of you if you got skidmarks or embarrassing prints or anything. Maybe you'd be more comfortable?" Billy fidgeted and tried to inconspicuously feel the front of his overalls under the table, having to squeeze the swollen diaper underneath to decide how wet he was. He wondered how he might excuse himself to take care of it, and what he would say to his mom while she was in front of Shelby's mom. "I don't want to sit in my underwear. I don't want to dress up. I just want to eat some snacks, okay?" Shelby nodded, "Okay, Billy. We can keep it simple. How's your tea? Enough sugar?" The boy sipped at the fresh cup, "Yeah, it's fine." A subtle gurgling began to roll in Billy's gut and he frowned. It felt like he might need to poop soon, which he really wanted to avoid doing at a neighbor's house. It didn't seem too urgent yet though, so he figured it could wait until after this wretched playdate was over. Shelby's smile got wider, "I'm glad you like it. I don't like any sugar in mine, personally. I think the tea is already pretty sweet." Another cramp, a little stronger, boiled in Billy's bowels. Just what was going on? Were the snacks disagreeing with him, or was there something else at play?