Baby boy

Meeting Mommy

I stand and take it, following her to her office where my Mommy is waiting. Mommy taps her lap to let me know where I should sit, so I obey.

"There are a few basic rules, Jesse, though your caregivers will have others for just you, these are the rules every little here follows." The mayor says as she hands me a paper.

You will follow the rules that your caregiver(s) give to you.

You will remain in this community as long as you wish.

No running away.

Leave your diaper on in public.

No screaming while in public.

Play nicely with other littles.

Note: failure to follow these rules will result in a punishment, either from your Caregiver(s) or from me (the mayor)

"Oh, I forgot to mention one thing, Jesse. We have a tradition for people who want to be littles here at ABC, whether you want to be an infant or a toddler: We have to take all of your clothes off and put you in a pull-up diaper (a pull-up with tabs for easy change). I will get the supplies, which are: a new nappy, a thermometer and an enema, to clean your insides. There will also be a vaccine, just to prevent you from getting sick. After the enema, we put you back in your diaper, you will have to poo in it, so your mommy will change you. I know there's a lot to take in, but this is tradition and we have to follow it. Do you have any questions?" The mayor says.

"Enema, no please." My thoughts start to spiral and my heart starts to pound. My breathing begins to quicken and soon I feel as though there is a band wrapping around my chest, squeezing, progressively tighter. My head feels as though it's underwater. Soon I feel Mommy's calming touch on my back as she rubs it while rocking me back and forth. She presses my head so that my cheek rests against her shoulder. I slowly start to calm slightly.

"It's ok, Little man, Mommy is here. No one will hurt you." She soothes gently, into my ear.

"Does it have to be an enema?" I ask, hoping and praying that the answer will be no.

"Why bud, is that a problem?" Mayor Julia asks kindly.

"Just a bad experience. My old caregiver used to give them to me and use them as a punishment so they always hurt." I say, nearly breaking down and a few tears fall down my cheeks. Mommy places the hand that isn't rubbing my back, on my cheek and wipes away the tears.

"It'll only be just this once, darling. I can promise you that I will be super gentle. You can hold your mommy the whole time as well, if that helps." Mayor Julia says kindly.

"I promise, baby, Mommy won't let anyone hurt you. I'll hold you the whole time and as we wait for it to work, I'll cuddle you close. Does that sound ok, baby boy?" Mommy asks, causing me to nod as I bury my head further into her chest.

"It's ok to be nervous, it'll be over really quickly." Mayor Julia adds. I nod again. Mommy starts to run her fingers through my wavy blond hair which soothes me a little.

"Alright, let's get this started so that we can get it over with." Mommy says as she stands with me in her arms. I'm much smaller than she is so it works out well. Mommy takes me over to the changing table and sets me down. She gently takes my shirt off before laying me down. She takes my shoes and socks off and unbuttons my jeans. She rubs my tummy gently as I start to get a little antsy.

"Lift your hips little man." She says and when I obey she quickly pulls off my pants and underwear, leaving my hairless body, naked on the table. My face turns bright red and I immediately place my hands down so that they cover my crotch. Mommy takes my hands though as she stands by my head.