Brandy's little diaper sissy, Part 1 By tommy, tomtomasino@hotmail.com A young boy gets beat up by a girl and becomes her diapered sissy. When I was in 5th grade there was a boy named Tommy who was always getting into fights he couldn't win. One day at recess I saw a big crowd gathered on the playground and when I pushed through to see what was going on I saw a girl in our grade named Brandy sitting on Tommy's chest holding the point of a pink, heart-shaped earring dangerously close to his ear lobe. Tommy was struggling to get away and I could hear Brandy telling him how cute he'd look with earrings. Brandy was a tough girl, but I was still surprised that Tommy was such a wimp that she could beat him up. Brandy poked his ear a couple of times just to scare him and then put the earrings back in her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. She held Tommy by the mouth and carefully applied the lipstick to his lips, telling him what a sweet little girl he was. I found myself oddly aroused watching Brandy humiliate this poor boy and after she let him up I followed her and her friends as they walked off laughing about it. Sandy, another girl who was always getting into trouble, was telling Brandy that she should have pierced his ears. "You know how much trouble I would get in?" Brandy said. "No, I can't do that, even though the little wimp deserves it." "Well, you should do something more than just put lipstick on him," said her other friend Tara. "I hate that little pussy. He's such a smart ass." Then she turned to me, noticing I was listening, "what do you think we should do to him, huh Bradley? You're smart, any ideas how we can humiliate the little creep?" "You should put a diaper on him," I said. I don't know why I said it, it was just the first humiliating thing that came to my head. "We could put a diaper on you," Brandy responded. "You're just as much of a smart ass as him." The girls laughed and my face flushed red, flustered by the sudden turn of the conversation. "Oh yeah, who's gonna do it? I'm not a pussy like Tommy" I responded, not as confidently as I'd hoped. "Yes you are," Brandy replied. "You're an even bigger pussy. I don't even know if I feel right beating up a little sissy like you. Maybe I'll just put you over my knee and give you a spanking." The girls all laughed as I got redder and redder. "Then I'll take down your big girl panties and diaper you like the little baby you are." I tried to laugh with the other girls, playing it off as a joke. "What are you smiling about wimp? You like getting beat up and diapered by a girl? You get off on that sissy?" "Very funny," I responded. "Yeah, it will be very funny, but not for you. I can get all the diapers I want from my mom's store, and a skinny little girl like you can easily fit into an extra-large Pamper. I can make you wear diapers the rest of the year if I want." Brandy just smiled at me as I tried to think of how to respond. "Maybe I'll put you in a diaper," was all I could come up with. The girls laughed and Brandy pinched my cheek. "Sure sweety. Make sure to wear baggy pants tomorrow. You'll need lots of room for your big diaper butt." The girls walked away laughing and I just stood there shaking with nervousness. It had never occurred to me that Brandy could beat me up like she beat up Tommy, but the way she talked made me second guess myself. She acted like it would be so easy, and I'd never been in a real fight in my life. I spent the rest of the day a nervous wreck, doing everything I could to avoid Brandy and trying to convince myself that she couldn't beat me up. Even in the off chance that she could, she wouldn't really put a diaper on me I kept telling myself. I passed Brandy in the hall one more time that day and as I walked by she patted me on the butt and told me to keep my panties dry. I was too flustered to respond. That night as I slept I had nightmares about Brandy. I imagined her sitting on top of my chest, poking my ear with an earring. I imagined a big crowd gathered around as she held me down and spanked me. I imagined her pulling down my pants while Sandy waved a diaper in my face. And the last thing I dreamt was Brandy tickling me until I wet my pants. I woke up and my sheets were soaked. I couldn't believe it! I hadn't wet the bed since I was maybe 5 years old! I must have wet when I dreamt about Brandy tickling me. I felt so humiliated laying there in my wet sheets like a little boy, having peed myself like a baby because I was afraid of getting beat up by a girl. When I told my mom what had happened she told me how babyish it was and how if it happened again her little baby boy would have to go back to wearing his beddie-bye diapers. I squirmed as she said it, knowing that I might be back in diapers before I even got home from school. What would I tell my mom if I came back from school wearing a diaper? That a girl beat me up and made me wear it? My mom didn't like sissies, and if she heard that she'd probably keep me in diapers 24/7. What was happening to me? I should have just stayed away from Brandy and minded my own business. I was so nervous as the bus pulled into the school parking lot. I tried not to look at anyone as I got off the bus and hurried straight to class. I was the first one there and when I got to my desk there was a disposable diaper sitting on the chair. My face turned beat red as I stood there staring at it. It was the kind of diaper made specifically for girls and had little pink Minnie Mouse figures at the top. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and then picked it up and ran to the garbage with it. I crumpled up some papers and threw them on top so that no one would see that there was a diaper in the garbage. As I was doing this I heard a voice behind me... the teacher! "Bradley, what are you doing?" Mrs. Jenkins walked towards me as I stood frozen with a piece of paper in my hand. "I asked you a question Bradley." When she got to the garbage and saw all the crumpled paper she asked me what I was trying to cover up. When I didn't answer she leaned down and reached into the garbage, retrieving the diaper. She laughed a little as she looked at it "a little old for diapers, aren't you Bradley?" As she said this she smirked at me and then patted my butt, like she was checking to see if I was wearing one. "Someone was just playing a joke on me," I stuttered. "I found it on the seat of my desk." She looked at me curiously. "What kind of joke?" Right as she said this Brandy and her friends walked into the classroom to see Mrs. Jenkins standing in front of me holding the diaper. "Is he wet?" Brandy asked as she walked in. The girls laughed and Mrs. Jenkins tried not to smile. "OK Bradley, go back to your seat." Red faced I walked back to my seat, right in front of Brandy. Mrs. Jenkins just set the diaper down on her desk. When I sat down Brandy leaned forward and whispered into my ear "don't worry sweety, I have plenty more in my bag. Just try to make it to recess without wetting." I sat through the beginning of class sweating with nervousness, staring at the diaper still sitting on Mrs. Jenkins desk. When one of the students asked Mrs. Jenkins what it was doing there she replied "apparently, we have a little baby girl in this class parading around as a boy" and gave me a smirk. After she said this Brandy leaned forward and whispered "we certainly do, don't we Bradley!" Only a few kids caught it, but didn't understand as I sat there beat red squirming in my seat. I began to sweat more and more as recess neared, but worse was the fact that I started to feel my bladder growing heavy. Not wanting to draw any more attention to myself, I waited until recess and then bolted out of my seat to head to the bathroom. As I did, Brandy stuck out her foot and tripped me, sending me sprawling to the floor. "Mustn't run Bradley" Mrs. Jenkins scolded as the other kids laughed and I picked myself up. As we all filed out of the classroom I tried to push in front of the other kids so I could get to the bathroom, but as I did I felt someone holding me by the back belt loop of my pants. I looked back and saw Brandy. "Mustn't run Bradley," she said. Not wanting to make a scene right there in the class room I just looked ahead and let her guide me down the hall and out onto the playground by my belt loop. When we were outside she didn't let go, but continued to guide me towards the far end of the playground with Sandy and Tara walking on either side of me. I started to struggle when Brandy grabbed me by the shoulder and said "I can give you your spanking right here in front of the whole school or we can go back behind the fence, it's up to you." I stopped struggling and she continued to guide me towards the back of the playground while her friends giggled, to which she responded "that's what I thought wimp." The fact that I didn't try to stop her made me feel like she already had an edge - it was like admitting that I was scared of her. I decided to keep walking anyway. I figured that regardless of how it turned out, it was better not to draw any attention. Brandy continued to taunt me as she marched me back to the fence, telling me how proud she was of me for keeping my panties dry all morning and how if I took my spanking like a big girl with no crying she might not have to put a diaper on me. I wanted to say something back, but decided it was better to wait until we were behind the fence. I was just grateful that this was going to happen in private. As soon as we were behind the fence, Brandy reached in front of me and tried to unbutton my pants. I pushed her hand away and tried to pull away from her, but couldn't budge as she continued to hold on to my belt loop. "Uh, oh. Looks like I've got a naughty baby on my hands." Brandy grabbed my wrist and began to twist it, letting go of my pants. Before I knew what happened I was down on my knees with my face pressed in the dirt. Brandy stood above me laughing. "Eat it piggy." "Fuck you!" I shouted, but then she turned my wrist so hard I thought it would break. "OK, OK!" I cried, and then I opened my mouth and started eating the dirt. Sandy and Tara laughed loudly, calling me a pathetic wimp and occasionally slapping me on my upturned ass as I ate the dirt. I was near tears and totally mortified as Brandy continued to put the pressure on my wrist, but I still had hope that if she just let me up and fought fair I could take her. "This isn't fair," I half shouted, half whimpered. "You didn't give me a fair chance." "Aww, baby doesn't like playing piggy? OK baby." And with that she let me up. "We can fight fair, but just remember, no tears or it's Pampers for you." As I got up I wiped myself off and spit the dirt from my mouth. I had practically started crying already, so I decided I had to act quickly and keep her from getting the upper hand again. When I thought she wasn't looking I lunged at her head first to try to take her down. It caught her off-guard, but I was surprised when she hardly budged. She caught my head in a headlock under her right arm and with her other hand reached over my back and grabbed hold of my underwear, yanking it up so hard I heard it tear. I heard her friends laugh as I struggled to get away and then felt her hit me hard in the stomach about 5 times, so fast I couldn't even block her. The blows knocked the wind out of me and I almost lost control of my bladder right then, but somehow I held on. Then she wrapped her arms around my chest and picked me up off my feet, hurling me to the ground. She looked down at me laughing as I laid on the ground with tears clearly brimming in my eyes. "Uh, oh. You aren't going to cry now, are you baby? I thought you said you weren't a pussy like Tommy?" I hadn't quite caught my breath yet, but I got up and charged at Brandy again, this time grabbing for her hair. I knew it was a girly thing to do, but I was willing to do anything not to lose at this point. I was glad to see it hurt her, but it also made her mad. "I should've known you'd fight like a sissy," she said as she grabbed my wrists. She squeezed my wrists really hard and then kicked me between the legs. The pain was unbelievable and I immediately let go, putting my hands down to my crotch. As I did this, Brandy started punching me hard in the face. I didn't defend myself at all and after three punches I was on the ground sobbing like a baby. Brandy was immediately on top of me and was ready to continue the beating when Tara grabbed her and told her to stop. "Don't hit his face! You don't want to get in trouble again, do you?" Brandy stopped punching me and then stood up, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up with her. Then before I could react she bent down, grabbing me between the legs and hoisting me up onto her shoulders. I couldn't believe she could actually pick me up like that and felt so helpless as she lifted me up high in the air. I pleaded with her to let me down. "Do you give up?" she asked. "Yes, you win." "Are you more of a pussy than Tommy?" I hesitated and she started spinning me around. "Yes, yes, I'm more of a pussy than Tommy." "And are you going to be a good girl while I give you your spanking?" "Yes," I replied meekly. I was completely mortified as I laid across her shoulders crying, realizing that I had just gotten my ass kicked by a girl and that I had just agreed to let her spank me. Brandy paraded me around on her shoulders a little longer showing off to her friends and then hoisted me up over her head and threw me to the ground. I screamed like a little girl as I fell to the ground and when I hit the ground I realized a little wet spot had formed in the crotch of my pants. Brandy realized too, laughing and pointing to my crotch. "Uh, oh. Maybe we better hold off on that spanking till we've got you snug in your Pampers, hey champ?" Brandy kneeled down next to me and started to unzip her backpack. I immediately tried to stand up, but Brandy grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back down. "Behave yourself young lady!" She squeezed my arm so hard I started crying all over again. Through my tears I pleaded with her not to put a diaper on me. She thought about it for a second and then set her bag back down. "OK, if that's the way you want it." After saying this she put her hand just above my crotch and pressed down hard, immediately causing me to lose control of my bladder and soak my pants. Brandy stood up and she and her two friends looked down at me laughing while I laid on the ground crying in my wet pants. "No, she doesn't need a diaper, she's a big girl," Brandy said mockingly. "Suck your thumb baby," Brandy demanded. When I didn't she kicked me hard in the side. "I said suck your thumb you little panty peeing wimp!" Obediently, I put my thumb in my mouth and tried to look away. "I want you to lay here in your wet panties sucking your thumb for the rest of recess. I'm going to come back here to check on you, and if you don't have that thumb in your mouth like a good girl I'm going to get one of the kindergarteners to come back here and kick your ass!" Brandy spit a big loogey on me while Sandy and Tara laughed and then the three of them walked away. I just laid there behind the fence sucking my thumb and crying, completely humiliated by what had just happened, thinking about what was going to happen to me when I got home and my mom found out I had wet my pants. I was there about 20 minutes before the bell rang, and then waited until all the students had gone in to try to sneak in and run down to the nurse's office. Maybe I could tell her I was sick and she would just send me home without anyone noticing. I waited a couple minutes after I saw the last student enter the building and then quietly snuck through the door and made my way down to the nurse's office. Just when I had almost reached it, I heard my name called out from behind me. Mrs. Jenkins! "Bradley Thomas, what in the world are you doing out of class?" I wanted to pretend I hadn't heard, but I knew I couldn't. As she approached I slowly turned around, revealing to her my soaking wet pants. "Oh my goodness! Have a little accident did we?" "Yes," I replied weakly as I stared at the ground. Mrs. Jenkins took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up at her. "A little old to be wetting your pants, aren't you Bradley?" "Yes." "Well, I guess you're going to need that diaper I caught you with earlier after all." "No, no, Mrs. Jenkins! Please don't make me wear that! I'm just a little sick, that's all." "No arguing young man. Now you go down to the nurse's office and wait for me. Hopefully she'll have some clean pants for you to wear, otherwise you'll be spending the rest of class in just your Pampers!"