Aunt And Uncle Made Me A Little Girl.My Aunt and Uncle had three kids (my cousins, 2 boys and 1 girl, she was a couple years or so younger, boys were 3 to 5 years older.) My bedwetting was bad enough as far as I was concerned, and just a year before THIS situation happened was when my Aunt put me back in diapers when I was 4-1/2 years old. Now I'm 5-1/5 and thought things were better with all of our family, their family and all of us still living at my Grandma's house. My Aunt and Uncle were pretty strict and rough at raising their own family and we just absorbed their disciplines as if we were part of their family too.
One morning, I had walked away from a scuffle with their son, the middle one about 2-1/2 or 3 years older than I am. When my Uncle found out, he said I needed to stand up and fight like a man and not wimp out. He said I was acting like a girl, not a boy. I was trying to tell him I wasn't going to fight my cousin and maybe get hurt or make things worse. He got mad and called me a wimp and said "I don't ever want you back-talking me and that means your butt is mine." He usually gets out his belt when he says that, so I said No, I wasn't back-talking, don't spank me! He said "Spanking isn't what you need. I've got just the punishment for you." He left and a couple minutes later he came back and told me to stand up in front of him. I did. He picked me up and said "You stand on this table and ***** to your shorts, boy." Of course after he puts me up on the table I ***** to my underwear and stand still. "Boys are not wimps when they stand up and fight their battles, but you didn't, and that means you are a boy who doesn't fight back, making you a sissy boy. Sissy boys around here wear dresses, and that means you too." No, I don't want to... "Tough luck, you made your decision and you sissied out, and my daughted has this cute yellow and white dress that is now your's to wear. He sees me starting to cry and tells me "We will do something about being a crybaby too, just keep crying." I stopped myself from crying mostly, and he tells me to lean forward, so I do. He puts the dress over my head and pulls it down until it's on my shoulders, then says "Be a good sport and put your arms through the sleeves." I finally do that and by this time my three cousins are in the kitchen watching and snickering at me. My Uncle pulls the dress down and I'm shocked to feel myself wearing a dress and looking like a girl. "Now, you feel different? Feel lik a little girl, and how about maybe a bow in your hair?" I shook my head and he quickly said "But let's do something now about your crying. Crying is for babies, ya know. Wayne, why don't you see if you little sister has some of her old Pampers in the back room. Bring me one." I stood there to avoid any more trouble and Wayne returns with his mom and a Pampers diaper and said "Mom wants to watch you put his diaper on him." My Aunt reminded me "You were just put back in diapers last year, David. Now again? Shoot, we should just start buying you some of your own Pampers." My Uncle said we can do this right here. He put his hands under my arms and picked me up again and told me "Just lay here on the table like a good girl." After he laid me down he went right to lifting up the dress and telling me to "Hold your dress up so it's out of the way, Sweetheart." I hold the dress against my chest and he pulls off my underwear. "Well, those are for big boys, so those are gone. You're not a big boy, you're a little girl, and little girls get the pleasure of wearing dresses and Pampers. Wayne?" Wayne hands his dad the Pamper and says "His Pamper, dad. Uh I mean HER Pamper, dad." He laughs and starts opening the diaper and says "You remember how these feel, don't you, Sweetie? Why don't you lift yourself up for your Uncle and show me you're a good girl." I lift myself up. He moves the back of the dress and puts the diaper under me. "Okay, that's a good girl." I lowered back down, and he moves my knees a little bit more apart. "You know you like these so tell me you just love to wear Pampers, and say it nice and loud so we can all hear you." I fumbled out the words I love to wear Pampers. He laughed softly and said "That's very nice, Sweetie. Now tell me to finish puting your Pamper on you, go ahead, tell me." I said Please finish puting the Pamper on me. He brought the front of the diaper up as he said "Our little Princess here wants me to finish up, well, let's do so." He pulled the diaper the rest of the way up, spread it open and down around my sides. " Ooh, I bet you liked the feel of that, huh, Sweetie? You've been WANTING to wear your Pampers, haven't you?" I remained quiet as he taped one side then pulled the other side up, peeled the tape and fastened it snug like the first one to the frong waist band. "Ooh yeah, now THIS is what a pretty little girl looks like. You won't be a strong boy so you can be a sissy baby girl. How's that diaper feel, Sweetie? Feel soft and crinkly? You like wearing your Pampers baby diapers, we all know that, so let's stand you up and show you off, shall we?" He helps me to my feet and makes me turn around a couple of times and then when I'm facing him, he lifts up the front of the dress and says "You are cute with a dress on but these Pampers are perfect. You can come down and enjoy wearing your dress and diapers for the day. He helped me down off the table and pats my butt and tells me to "Go play in the living room and you WILL let me know when you wet your diaper, won't you, Sweetie?" I answered Yes and he said "Good girl. Go play in your diaper." I left the kitchen with everyone chuckling and making little comments about me wearing diapers and a dress an being a sissy boy. The dress wasn't fluffy but it was a bit small so I could tell when I leaned forward to put my hand on the floor to sit down, my dress rose above my diaper. No fun./