From little boy to baby boy. An eventful day for one nineteen year old.

Philip was standing in the corner of his room sobbing quietly. His hands were on the back of his head, around his ankles were a puddled pair of pyjama bottoms; Philips pale blue, striped winceyette pyjamas. His bottom stung and was red from the spanking he had just received from aunt Agnes.  Philip had been a very naughty boy and auntie had soundly smacked his little bottom until Philip was a very sorry boy indeed.

Auntie Agnes had marched into his bedroom. Philip had to be up early as Auntie was going to take him shopping for new clothes. In her opinion, Philips shorts were not short enough. Philip was outraged, he hadn't worn any shorts with an inside leg of more than two inches since he became his aunt's little boy and here she was saying his shorts were too long.

Philip had disagreed, rather too vehemently, hence the over the knee nursery style spanking he had just received. Auntie had pulled Philip out of bed, lifting him up by the scruff of his pyjama jacket and marched him over to the chair behind Philip's school desk. She sat herself down and draped the by now sobbing Philip over her upraised knee. She spanked Philip's bottom repeatedly for almost three minutes as Philip had howled and begged auntie to stop, promising, of course, to be his aunt's little angel.

Agnes Ashburnum placed him in the corner, hands on head, and busily began choosing the clothes her little boy was to wear on the way to the school outfitters. She was rather upset with her boy. How dare he complain or think he had the right to dictate what he was to wear, or how he was to be punished for that matter. Well, by the end of the afternoon, she knew a naughty little boy that would wear what he was given, and thank her auntie for it, or he would again be a very sorry little boy indeed.

Mrs Ashburnum began gathering the rather fine school uniform her boy would wear. She picked out a smart, little, white, short-sleeved school shirt, a grey sleeveless jumper with red trim around the v-neck and the waist of the jumper, a pair of ankle length grey school socks with two thin red lines at the top. Mrs Ashburnum looked at the bottom of the wardrobe at the footwear section of her collection and picked out a pair of brown, t-bar sandals. She hadn't made her nineteen-year-old little boy wear sandals as infantile as this before, she was sure that Philip would make a fuss, well, let the little scamp; he'll wear them with several handprints to the backs of his legs if need be. 

She next searched through her vast school shorts section but couldn't find what she was looking for. Hmm … Just as well we are going to the outfitters. Can't have a little boy without pull-up school shorts. She found the next best thing, a pair of very brief, fully lined school shorts but which had an inside leg of only one inch. They were made of a flannel material, but not thick flannel. As they were second hand, and obviously, many a boy had been smacked in them, the material was quite thin. She chose a grey school blazer with red ribbon trim around the edge of the blazer and the lapels and a grey school cap with very short peak and also with red trim.

Mrs Ashburnum called Laura and the maid promptly took the boy's clothes for the day and went to Philip's room and began running his bath. Philip, still sore from his bottom smacking, didn't want to be punished again, so meekly took hold of Laura's hand and was led meekly to the bathroom, undressed and sat in the bath as if he really were a little boy. Philip just laid there soaking in the wonderful warmth of the water and bubbles.

"Come along master Philip." said Laura "It's time for you to get dressed. Your aunt is going to buy you some nice new clothes today. Aren't you a lucky little boy? Laura grinned.
Philip didn't feel very lucky at all. How many other nineteen-year-old boys were seen out in a short trouser sailor suit? He might be nineteen but when dressed up, he looked no more than ten or eleven.

He was only five foot tall, had flawless smooth hairless skin, and was kept hairless from the neck down. He also had gorgeous straight blond hair with natural highlights that hung straight down in a little page boy hairstyle and had the most amazing blue-green eyes, which could melt the heart of the strictest auntie.

Philip got out of the bath and was enveloped in a big white fluffy towel by Laura who promptly dried the boy's flawless skin. As Laura was drying off the boy's legs he noticed for the first time that Philip's legs now had a beautiful light tan while his bottom was a snowy white; or would have been if he hadn't been spanked by auntie that morning. Having dried Philip, Laura took the boy by the hand and took him to her bedroom where they both found the clothes for today laid out. Philip frowned and rolled his eyes as he saw the little prep school uniform.

Philip stood while Laura began dressing the boy. She started with the short-sleeved white shirt, then the little school ankle socks. Philip really frowned when he saw those, he much preferred to wear long socks with school uniform, he thought that little ankle socks, with or without the red trim made him look silly and even more childish than he usually did. Laura noted the boy begin to pout but said nothing, she next picked up the grey school shorts. Holding them up she noticed that these were shorter than the lad normally wore, the inside leg was only one inch. The thin flannel material was beautifully soft and had a white cotton lining. She held them open and Philip reluctantly stepped into them. Philip had to admit that they did feel very good, indeed, as Laura slowly pulled them up and tucked the white shirt in before fastening the shorts and pulling up the zip he felt himself shiver with excitement.

"Turn around Master Philip, let me see how you look."

Philip did as he was told, gently feeling his bottom through the thin flannel. Laura sat back on the bed and noted how well they marked the boy's bottom. As Philip was not allowed to wear underpants, the seam of the tiny school shorts disappeared up his bottom and the flannel clung to his bottom cheeks beautifully. Laura could just about notice a patch of now dark pink skin just showing below the hem of the shorts where Philip had been soundly smacked by auntie.

Laura picked up the school tie and tied it in a Windsor knot, then came the v-neck sleeveless jumper and the blazer. Again, Laura noted how, with the blazer on, you couldn't see Philip's little shorts; Philip carried on pouting. Laura reached into the left-hand pocket of Philip's blazer and pulled out the school cap and put it on the boy, making sure that part of the beautiful blond fringe showed below the peak of the cap, she thought it made Philip look like a mischievous little scamp.

"Ah. We almost forgot your footwear, didn't we little boy, we can't have you going out in stocking-ed feet now can we?"

Laura looked under the bed and almost giggled when she saw the childish, brown T-bar school sandals, she just knew that Philip wasn't going to like them; she was absolutely right. Philip took one look at the sissy little sandals and all he could do was flap his mouth open and closed like a goldfish deprived of water.

" I can't, I won't wear those. " Philip almost screamed.

"You will put these lovely sandals on right now you naughty boy. How dare you be so naughty when I'm trying to dress you? Your aunt will be told about your disobedient behaviour."

Laura managed to force Philip's little right foot into the sandal and fasten it when she tried to put the left sandal on Philip wailed and stamped on her hand.
"That's it, young man." Without another word, she held the left sandal by the heel, took hold of Philip's left arm and began smacking the back of Philip's legs with the sandal.

"You will wear, SMACK, SMACK, whatever you are told, SMACK, SMACK.
Six smacks landed from the sandal to his left leg, from the hem of his shorts to the back of his knees. Six perfectly marked, dark pink outlines on his leg.

"Your aunt, SMACK, SMACK, has spent a lot of time and effort turning you from a tearaway teenager into a well behaved, polite little boy. You're not going to disappoint her or me with behaviour like that."

Six more smacks landed on his right leg.

"Now little boy." asked Laura, holding onto Philip's arm, "do I need to give you a proper spanking over my knee before you do as you are told?"

Philip didn't answer, he just wailed as he was again smacked, this time on his left leg. 

"Well, do you want a spanking?" She inquired.

"No Miss Laura."

"That's better." 

Finally, Philip was dressed in his very traditional, prep school uniform with little ankle socks and sandals and a blazer that covered his shorts, and what was worse, a stupid school cap. The slipper marks, showing clearly on the backs of his hairless legs, stung painfully. He went to rub and soothe them.
"No, leave those marks alone, let them be a reminder of what happens to naughty little boys.

"I'm so sorry Miss Laura." Philip sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his little balled up hands
Laura sat the nineteen-year-old boy on her lap and stroked the inside of his thigh.

 "There, there little one, it's all over now." She said, gently kissing his smooth hairless cheek.  "Just remember to be a good little boy and you won't have to be punished again."

Laura took hold of Philip's hand and led him downstairs to Mrs Ashburnham's study. She knocked on the door and entered. Laura, instead of taking little Philip to stand in front of his aunt took him to the corner of the study and made him face the wall, hands on head.

Mrs Ashburnum noted the back of the boy's legs.
"Well, well Laura, I see you have had to impart a lesson to the little scamp."

Philip was standing with his hands firmly clamped on his head, causing the bottom of his blazer to lift a few inches. Mrs Ashburnum could now see the hem of the tiny little shorts, but more importantly, see the bright pink thighs of her chastised little boy.

"I'm dreadfully sorry Mistress, but your naughty little boy decided to throw a tantrum when he saw the sandals he was supposed to wear and well …"

"Hmm … don't worry Laura. From now on you will obviously have to take a more, shall we say, hands-on approach in young Philips upbringing. You have my permission to administer smacked bottoms and legs at your own discretion."

"As Mistress wishes." She turned and looked at the back of the boy's legs, bright and pink under the hem of his little shorts.

They left Philip in the corner for half an hour; "Philip, come over here little boy." 

Philip turned around and saw his aunt sitting behind her huge, leather-topped desk and Laura standing to her right. Philip walked slowly over and stood in front of the desk, eyes cast down, staring at his infantile school sandals; Goodness how he hated them.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson little boy, I really don't want to have to punish you again today.

"Sniff .., you won't auntie" replied Philip in a low voice.
"We'll see," she said, then patted her lap.
Philip smiled and ran over to auntie like an obedient puppy dog, who picked him up and sat him on her knee. Philip liked it when she cuddled him.

"Well young man, today we are going shopping for some new shorts and a few another thing for you. Now, I warn you, Philip, if you misbehave while we are shopping, I will have no hesitation in giving you a good smacking in public wherever we are."

Auntie had put on her stern face as she warned.
"Then, upon our return home, you will get a sound spanking and be dressed in your jimmy-jams and put straight to bed without supper. Do you understand?" Mrs Ashburnum scolded firmly.

"I'll be good auntie honest … cross my heart."

"Well don't say I didn't warn you. Now please go to the car with Laura while I finish this letter."

She stood Philip up and sent him off with a firm smack to the back of his shorts as he scurried away.
Mrs Ashburnum smiled as she watched them leave with Laura tightly holding Philip's hand. It had hardly taken any time at all she mused. Oh, of course, she and Laura had easily overpowered such a small, weak-willed man-child. She remembered that first night how they had stripped him and lowered him into the bathtub. Yes, he had fought them but a few slaps to his legs had subdued him and he sat placidly but trembling as they washed him. His smooth, hairless body, with no sign of facial hair whatsoever on the nineteen-year-old, and the strange timid voice should have been clue enough, but the tiny stump that was his penis explained why this nineteen-year-old was her perfect candidate.

She put down her pen and began to think of the clothes she was going to buy her boy. He had plenty of school uniforms but she realised that he didn't have a little Cub Scout uniform. Yes, we'll go to the school outfitters and kit him out as a little Cub Scout, she thought to herself.

Placing a call to the outfitters, she let them know they were on the way and also asked if the shorts had arrived that she had spoken about a week earlier. 

Philip was very comfortable in his uniform, he no longer felt embarrassed at being seen in public wearing his school uniform, even with the tiny school shorts, he noticed that people didn't really stare at him so he happily skipped alongside his aunt as he held her hand. Looking in at a mirrored shop front window he noticed how much he looked just like a little boy. He was learning that it was much better to behave and be the perfect little boy rather than be punished for disobedience. If he acted and behaved like a little boy no one gave him a second glance, save for people admiring his smart appearance.

As they neared the outfitters, Mrs Ashburnum bent down slightly and wagging her finger in Philip's face reminded him to behave; in they walked.

Philip had never been to a shop like this before, it smelled of wood polish and cloth, it was a very traditional shop with all manner of traditional boy's clothes, from play clothes to school uniforms and other uniforms beside. Philip held onto his aunt's hand as they walked up to a distinguished looking lady in a white blouse and grey pleated skirt, half-moon reading glasses were perched at the end of her nose.

"Ah. Mrs Ashburnum, how wonderful to see you again Madam." She looked down at the boy who was trying to hide unsuccessfully behind Mrs Ashburnum. 

"This must be the delightful little boy of yours you were telling me about." She looked down at Philip and smiled, struck by the boy's incredible boyish bashfulness and noticing the long expanse of bare thigh below his cute little school blazer.

"Patricia, yes. This is my little scamp. He is actually a good little boy most of the time, though he can be quite mischievous and naughty at times and requires a smacked bottom."

Philip wanted the ground to swallow him up and blushed mightily.

"Philip, don't forget your manners, introduce yourself to the lady, address her as Miss Fortescue-Smythe."

Philip, all the while looking at the floor, held out his hand.

"Pleased to meet you Miss Fortescue-Smythe," he said in a whispered and remarkably childish voice. 

"What a sweet, well mannered little boy you have there Madam. It's hard to believe that he could ever be naughty or…..nineteen," she added.

Mrs Ashburnum laughed, "I can guarantee you that he can be quite a mischievous nineteen-year-old. Still, we will soon turn him into the perfectly behaved little boy he longs to be, with the help of Mr Paddle of course."

Miss Fortescue-Smythe, her hands clasped together and her head tilted to one side, nodded attentively as Mrs Ashburnum continued.

"Only today I have had to give his bottom a good spanking and Laura my maid, had to smack his legs for his misbehaviour."

Mrs Ashburnum looked down at him."Turn around Philip."She ordered.

Mortified at having his marks of shame displayed, Philip reluctantly did as he was told and presented his back view to Miss Fortescue-Smythe.

"Well. I see he has been very naughty indeed," she said as she saw the faint pink outline of the slipper still visible on the back of the boy's legs.

"Well I must say, it's good to see that there are guardians such as yourself that ensure naughty boys of any age receive the just punishments they deserve for their naughtiness and misbehaviour. A good leg smacking never harmed a boy and lets him know who the grown-up is and who the little boy is."

Mrs Ashburnum nodded in agreement. "If he misbehaves on this outing he knows he will be popped straight into his pyjamas and put straight to bed on our return. Isn't that so Philip?"
He blushed again.

Miss Fortescue-Smythe agreed that early bedtimes were an excellent punishment for naughty boys then decided to get on with her business of selling expensive little boy outfits.

"Now Madam, I have all the clothes you requested for little Master Philip. I will need to take a note of his measurements for future attire. I hope you will behave, Master Philip, we wouldn't want you to end up in your jimmy-jams and tucked up in bed too early now do we?" She grinned.

It was then that Philip started to grimace. "Ooh, auntie please may I…."

"Philip, don't interrupt, grown-ups are talking."

"But auntie, I need a wee-wee" He started dancing from foot to foot.

"I told you to go before we left, you will just have to wait until we are finished."

Philip was panic-stricken, he didn't think he could hold on for very long. As his mind attempted to dismiss thoughts of toilets and waterfalls, Miss Fortescue-Smythe began showing Mrs Ashburnum clothes.

"Here are the items for Master Philip"

Mrs Ashburnum held a green, crew neck jersey with a little yellow scout's logo on the front. Like many a mother had done in the past to their children, Mrs Ashburnum held the jersey up against the boy to make sure it would fit.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. You will look so sweet in your cub outfit I will have to put you in it right now."
Mrs Ashburnum picked up the pair of plain grey, woollen knee socks. She bent down and took off Philip's school sandals and little boy ankle socks, then put the long socks onto the boy. The tops of the socks went about two inches above the knee. She left them there and next took a pair of garters for the socks. The garters comprised of white elastic with a green tassel. She pulled them up to just under the boy's knee and folded down the sock top. On the outside of each sock were now hanging a cute green tassel. She continued to dress him in the cub's outfit until Philip was now standing in the middle of the shop in grey long socks with garters and green jersey; of course, he had no underwear and was again blushing while looking at his grey sock covered feet.

Miss Fortescue-Smythe could not help but stare at Philips tiny nineteen-year-old penis as she handed Mrs Ashburnum a red and yellow neckerchief that went round Philip's neck and fastened with a tube of leather called a woggle. Next, came a green cap with a yellow trim. Mrs Ashburnum took great care placing it on Philips' head, ensuring his fringe was visible in the process.

That left only left the shorts. They almost took her breath away as a beaming and triumphant  Miss Fortescue-Smythe held by their waist, the most adorable little boy school shorts she had ever seen.

They were infants shorts. In fact worsted school shorts but shorter still than Philip's current flannel ones. The difference was that these shorts had a false fly, they were elasticated all the way around the waist and had no white lining or pockets. If her little boy needed to go wee-wee he would have to lower the shorts. Philip trembled slightly as auntie made him step into the shorts and pulled them up. They felt incredibly brief and thin to Philip, he knew they wouldn't offer much protection when auntie spanked him. 

Auntie took his shoulders and pointed him toward the mirror and there he saw reflected, a very small, timorous and cute looking nineteen-year-old Cub Scout.

"Auntie please, I need a wee-wee."He begged.

"Philip, I told you to act like a big boy and wait, now stand still while I speak to Miss Fortescue-Smythe. Do I have to warn you again about being naughty? Your little boy's pyjamas and your bed are waiting for you at home if that's what you want?"

"No auntie." Philip pouted and commenced to hold tightly onto his willy through he shorts while auntie talked. Philip was desperate; he really did need to use the bathroom.

When it happened he almost began to cry. Philip stood miserably to the spot as he began to feel a slow trickle run down his leg. He looked down and began sobbing as he stood there soiling his new, infantile cub shorts.

Mrs Ashburnum looked down at the boy, as did Miss Fortescue-Smythe who commented. "Well I never, I never imagined a boy like you having a wee-wee accident like this, and in your new shorts too. Dear me."

"James Richard Ashburnum!" Auntie exclaimed.

"Here I was thinking you were a good little boy and it turns out you behave as a four-year-old."
  
Without further ado, Mrs Ashburnum took hold of Philip's arm and soundly smacked the backs of Philip's legs until they were bright red.

"Naughty-naughty-naughty boy.You bad, bad boy."

Over and over again Mrs Ashburnum smacked the back of the boy's legs until Philip was dancing from foot to foot and crying hard as the back of his legs turned redder and redder with purple finger marks appearing on his legs.

Philip was crying hard from the leg smacking and the public embarrassment, ignoring his sobs Mrs Ashburnum placed him facing a corner and swiftly pulled the infant shorts down to Philip's feet and gave him twelve very hard smacks to his bottom and told him not to move. She walked back over to Miss Fortescue-Smythe and began apologising while Philip cried like an infant.

"You see, what am I going to do with him? Honestly, wetting himself like a toddler."

Miss Fortescue-Smythe gave a small cough. "Ahem, I wonder if I could make a suggestion Madam?"

"Please do so."

"Well, there is a small shop just down the road that specialises in …shall we say……little boy clothes for the older boy if you take my meaning. I could give them a call to expect you if you would like?"

Philip didn't hear what they had to say to each other, he was busy in the corner dying to be able to rub the back of his burning legs. He was so embarrassed, he didn't know why it had happened, he had never wet himself before and just the thought that he had made him cry all the more. 

He had finally regressed to being a very small, contrite little boy and he would do anything to make auntie love him again.

The two women ended their conversation. "Thank you so much Miss Fortescue-Smythe, you have been most helpful.

"You are most welcome Madam. Goodbye Master Philip, it appears you have an urgent appointment with your pyjamas and an early bedtime." She laughed.

Mrs Ashburnum strode purposefully over to Philip who was more of a little boy than she thought and quickly gave Philip a further six hard smacks to his bare bottom

"Auntie please, no. I don't want to go out with wet shorts."

"If you disgrace yourself in public then you will have to take the consequences. Naughty boys are punished. I don't care if people see you with wet shorts. I knew you were a little boy, but I never expected you to wet yourself like a toddler."

Philip felt very uncomfortable and humiliated in his soiled clothes. The dark grey wet patch at the front of his shorts, together with his wet stinging legs, made him feel like the toddler auntie talked about.

Mrs Ashburnum took hold of his hand, there were quite a few people on the street who pointed and laughed at the little boy in his boy cub scout uniform with the tiny wet infant shorts and bright red legs being dragged along by a stern looking women. Aunty strode so fast, his little legs almost had to run to keep up with her.

They stopped outside an old-fashioned looking shop with a bay window that had child mannequins dressed in clothes that harked back to a previous time. The bell above the doorbell tinkled as Mrs Ashburnum strode up to the counter still holding onto Philip's hand. Philip stood there mortified, with his wet shorts sticking to his bottom and his red legs stinging so hard.

"Ah, you must be Mrs Ashburnum, Miss Fortescue-Smythe did call."

"I am indeed; I hope that she explained the problem."

The lady standing behind the glass counter looked over her pince-nez at the very sorry looking little boy with the wet shorts and frowned.

"Yes indeed, and I must say that I fully and wholeheartedly agree with your solution."

Philip was standing in front of auntie looking down at the floor and still snivelling away.

"Hmm … Yes … I have the perfect outfit for your boy Mrs Ashburnum. As you can imagine we have ample accessories for little boys who insist on wetting like toddlers, I have taken the initiative to have selected some items that you will need. But considering the situation, I think you may first wish to remove the little boy's clothing?"

Auntie stood Philip between her knees and began taking off the new cub scout uniform, tutting and scolding him all the time on his behaviour until he was completely naked.

"Madam may have use of these." The assistant handed Mrs Ashburnum a small bowl of water, a wash flannel and a towel. Briskly auntie cleaned the wee-wee off Philip, quite purposely paying particular attention to his tiny pee-pee.

The assistant looked on amused as Philip stared down at the floor blushing profusely.

"We will start with these Madam," The lady said, once Philip had been, none too gently, towelled dry by auntie.
She presented a pair of long, white socks, but not any normal long white socks, they looked like girls socks with patterns all the way to the top and no turnover. She handed them over to Mrs Ashburnum and she put them on, Philip.

"Oh Madam, they suit the child very well. Now here is a nice little shirt for the darling." She pulled out a silk type white shirt with short puffed and bunched sleeves.

As auntie began putting the shirt on him, Philip became more uncomfortable than ever.

"Oh doesn't he look just divine? Come to me, little boy." Philip looked at auntie who nodded and Philip walked over to the lady, very embarrassed. She had in her hand a bow tie in pale baby blue. Philip cringed as the lady fastened the bow tie around the shirt collar.

"Perfect, we're almost done, little boy"

As he spied what was to follow, Philip wanted the ground to open up and make him disappear, but it wouldn't. "Auntie please, no, they're for toddlers and babies!"

He was staring in horror at the pale blue shorts. Not ordinary shorts, however. No. They were very short indeed, even shorter than the infant school shorts.

"Coming from a naughty little boy who has just done wee-wees in his new shorts, I find it amazing that you dare criticise your new infantile clothes."Mrs Ashburnum lectured.

At the rear of the shorts were two strips of material, braces that were sewn into the back of the shorts. She made Philip step into the shorts and pulled them up tight making sure the seam dug deep into the naughty boys bottom. She pulled the braces over her shoulder; two big white pearl buttons were sewn onto the front of the shorts. The braces were buttoned to the front. 

The braces were sufficiently tight enough that the shorts were hoisted very high, so much so that the crescent where the bottom meets thigh from the back was clearly visible.

Philip cried like the infant he now was dressed as.
"There, there, little boy," said the lady. "We're almost done and I must say you are looking absolutely adorable. You should thank your lucky stars that you have an aunt that buys you such lovely things. Now lets put some shoes on you shall we?"

Philip stood desperately trying to hold back tears dresses as he was in his ridiculous looking baby blue infantile clothing as he was confronted with a pair of pale blue, baby Mary Jane shoes to coordinate his braced shorts, shirt and bow tie. The lady put his feet into the new shoes, buckled them on then stepped back, looking admiringly at the little boy blue.

"Oh, Master Philip I think you now are the cutest little boy in town?" She gushed.

Mrs Ashburnum had to agree; he looked like a big four-year-old in the matching baby blue shorts, shirt, bow tie and shoes. The two big buttons at the front that held the braces emphasised the infantile nature of the outfit.

"Now, I think you will also require these tonight, Madam." Another lady appeared caring an armful of items that she placed on the glass counter and once again Philip began to howl his disapproval.

Mrs Ashburnum gave Phillip a hard stare. "If you don't stop that snivelling, I will really give you something to cry about." She threatened.

On the counter, were half a dozen neatly folded terry towelling nappies, several pairs of pull-up padded trainer pants, several pairs of plastic pants.

Philip closed his eyes and tried to back away from the counter as though he could wish the baby things clean away.

"What did I just tell you, young man?"

"But auntie."

"Do you want me to smack your bottom soundly here and now?"

Philip shook his head.

"These clothes are your punishment outfit, young man. If you are going to behave like a toddler and a baby, then that is the way you will have to be treated."

The last two words were punctuated with two hard smacks to the front of Philip's thighs.

"I know someone who will be going to bed very early as a sorry little boy."

"Oh … just as well you mentioned that Madam, I almost forgot."

She opened a drawer beneath the counter and pulled out a pair of soft pyjamas, not ordinary pyjamas mind you. They were a pair of, once again, pale baby blue, footed sleepers, the type with foot pads and at the back a drop seat that was held into place with buttons. Worse still, they were emblazoned with a Teddy-bear motif.

"Oh my dear lady, they are absolutely adorable, exactly what is needed, I can't thank you enough. Just what every naughty little boy needs for beddy-byes … hmm … lovely and roomy too, just right for a good thick nappy underneath?"

"Oh yes Madam, absolutely," Smirked the assistant.
She looked at her little boy in the toddler clothes. 

"Say thank you to the nice lady for all your lovely new baby clothes Mr Pee-pee pants."

Philip managed to sob a thank you and minutes later he and Aunty were out on the street as many amused people on the high street would stare at him as they walked, Aunty firmly holding onto his hand as they gazed at the boy in baby blue suspender shorts with matching shoes, shirt and bow tie.

As people passed they would have clearly been able to notice the several clear and present dark red handprints up and down the backs of his little legs visible from the hem of his tugged up shorts, to the tops of his little boy socks.

Laura was amazed at his new little boy's appearance as they approached her waiting in the car.

"Straight home please Laura. I have to have a very long talk with a very naughty little boy."

Not long after Philip had indeed had a long talk with auntie. His Aunt's hand and a large hairbrush did all the talking and now he lay tucked up in bed, secured in his nappies and plastic pants and wearing his new footed Teddy-Bear pyjamas.