The Ballet Class (Patreon)

CHAPTER ONE

Ashley was a blossoming spry young man in his final year of high school. Unfortunately all that energy was spent devoted to sitting around at home playing video games and lazing around watching Netflix. It had never bothered his mother Charlotte to this extent until now, but ever since he only had classes a couple of days a week the rest of his time was spent wastefully at home.

She no longer had the peace she had long taken for granted as a single mother caring for her two children. Eighteen years ago she had been blessed with twins, but eventually finding herself in a position raising two children alone it absorbed all of her free time. When they were at school she could finally escape the repetitive structure and lavish in some well-deserved rest and relaxation. They at least had their own independence now and could manage to look after themselves but it was Ashley who never could manage to do his share of the housework.

She worked from home too, being a software developer had it perks and she was no longer required to go into her office every day. It was great at first, almost felt like she was living in a paradise being able to work in her pyjamas with her morning coffee in hand. Until the days her son was home and she could hear him screaming at his computer screen the entire day.

“ASHLEY, BE QUIET!” She would cry out in frustration.

It hardly did any good; his voice would somehow still manage to travel through multiple closed doors and down the hallway before reaching her clear as day, it amazed her.

Thankfully Sarah was much more bearable to live with; she went with a full schedule on her final year to get the best grades she could manage. Unlike her son she wasn’t worried about her daughters future prospects, at least one of her children had a clear plan set out before her. She was into sports too, after spending years doing gymnastics she discovered her love of ballet. Several times a week she went to classes after school, her daughters various trophies in her room were a testament to all of her hard work.

She wished Ashley was like his sister, at the very least find some kind of hobby to occupy his free time and get him out of the house. He wasn’t even motivated to find a part time job and earn some spending money; he lived off a meagre allowance that she somewhat reluctantly continued to give him.

Today was particularly frustrating, after spending all day running errands she came home to find the house a mess.

“ASHLEY.” She stormed into his bedroom.

The boy jumped accidentally pulling his headphones from the computer.

“What is it?” He asked her looking rather shook up from the sudden intrusion.

“Your room, the whole house, why haven’t you done your chores?”

“I’ll do it later it’s just some dishes and vacuuming, I don’t see why you can’t do it.”

He shrugged off her grievances and proceeded to plug his headset back into his computer. When he had finally managed to fumble the cord into its hole his mother stormed over and pulled it out again.”

“MUM what are you – OUCH.” He cried as he was suddenly pulled out of his desk chair by the ear.

“Go and clean up now.” She seethed, but eventually let him go.

Ashley stumbled into the hallway before crying back to her.

“You can’t treat me like a child mum I’m eighteen.” He whined.

“You sure don’t act like it.” She shook her head, mumbling quietly so he wouldn’t hear.

She knew her son was well aware of how much of an annoyance he was being, but she would much rather stop the argument there if it meant he would actually do the house work he was supposed to.

To her surprise and relief he actually managed to find his way to the sink she gathered, as the running water could be heard filling the basin. It was always such an uphill battle to get him to do anything around the house but this was getting to be ridiculous.

She followed the sound of running water to the kitchen, still not completely convinced he was actually doing it. Charlotte wouldn’t put it past him to just leave the water running and act like he was cleaning while he ran off to do something else.

Ashley was grumbling as he half-heartedly began scrubbing away at the dishes.

Charlotte sighed, what was the point she may as well do it herself she would no doubt have to redo everything anyway after he was finished with it.

“Just leave it.” She said defeated.

Ashley looked at her. “I’m doing it.” He replied mockingly.

“Not properly.”

“Ughhhh.” Ashley groaned. “You’re never happy are you?”

He let the scrubbing brush fall into the sink and walked away in a huff. Secretly he was quite pleased with himself for getting out of doing it but was careful not to let that show as he retreated back into his bedroom.

Charlotte began by rewashing the single plate that had already attempted to pass of as clean, having been oblivious to the sauce stain still remaining on its underside.

There had to be some other way to deal with him that she hadn’t thought of yet. She needed a solution because living with him was going to cost her all of her sanity and at the rate things were going he would probably still be living with her well into his thirties. She needed to find a new strategy.

While she pondered a solution the front door opened and Sarah came in still dressed in her black leotard.

“Hey mum, isn’t it Ashley’s turn to do dishes?”

Charlotte sighed. “Hey love, apparently your brother had more important things to attend to.”

Sarah looked back quizzically before a loud shout travelling down the hall revealed all she needed to know.

“When’s that bum going to get a hobby that doesn’t involve hiding in his bedroom?”

Charlotte shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine; I wish he would get a job or at least join a sport like you have.”

“Heh, yeah he would look great in a leotard maybe he should come do ballet with me I bet the girls would get a kick out if it.”

The two women chuckled but Charlotte stopped scrubbing, suddenly deep in thought.

“You know that isn’t a terrible idea.” She smirked.

“Mum it was just a joke, it’s only girls at my studio and no chance he would qualify to join the mix school he’s way too uncoordinated.”

Charlotte held her hand up symbolically. “Hear me out for a moment, his hair is long he’s a lanky guy I’m sure he would fit right in.”

“Yeah I’m sure no one will notice he’s actually a guy.” Sarah scoffed. “Not to mention he would never agree to do it anyway.”

Sarah watched a large grin spread across her mother’s face, she dumped her dish washing gloves on the counter before running off to her brother’s bedroom.

She curiously followed her and stood close enough she could clearly make out their voices.

“MUM WHAT THE HELL.” Her brothers muffled cry carried through the door.

She had to cover her lips to stop herself from laughing at his tantrum.

“No more games, no more Netflix, I don’t care I’m sick of it.”

“Please you can’t do that.” He begged.

“I gave you a chance to join a sport, to get a job anything to get you out of the house for a time.” She looked back at his sour expression with disappointment.

“I tried getting a job there aren’t any.” He replied shrugging.

Charlotte was unconvinced she had known him all his life and easily saw through his lies.

“Anyway it doesn’t matter because if you ever want to play your games while you’re living under my roof then you’re going to be starting a sport.”

“Ugh they all suck I couldn’t play anything for shit anyway.”

It took a lot of her resolve to ignore his use of crude language.

“I’ve found you one and you’ll be going every day you don’t have school.”

“What so two days a week that’s bullshit.”

“And weekends.” Charlotte said raising her hand.

“Mum no, what sport even has that much training.”

“You’ll be doing ballet with your sister; the extra classes will be good to catch you up to the rest of the class.”

Sarah meanwhile was on the other side of the door shaking her head. There was no chance he would agree to this; he wouldn’t even be able to join her advanced class as a beginner. She had no idea how her mum would pull this off, she was resourceful but this was something else.

“Like hell I am… WAIT STOP.” Ashley cried as he watched her go back and start pulling his games off the shelf. “Ok I’ll do it just let me keep my stuff please.”

“I’ll give it back once you’ve shown me you are true to your word.”

He watched as she filled a bucket with the cords and took away his games but thankfully left him with his phone before storming out of his bedroom.

Sarah followed beside her as and watched as her mother searched for a hiding spot for her brothers things inside of her bedroom.

“Ok he agreed so now what.”

Charlotte grinned. “I think I might have an idea.”

CHAPTER TWO

“This is so unfair mum.” Ashley whined from the backseat.

His mother had offered to drop him and his sister off for ballet practice today in honour of his first lesson. That’s what Charlotte had told him anyway, the real reason was this way she could ensure he actually turned up for it. There was no chance he could weasel his way out of it if she dropped him off at the door herself.

It had taken some convincing to get him enrolled at the school. By some miracle she had succeeded though, having dropped Sarah off for so many years when she was younger she had become close with one of the instructors there. Nina was a wonderful woman and had taught the beginner and intermediate classes for as long as Sarah had been going there.

When Charlotte had come to her and regaled of her plight at first she laughed it off thinking the woman was joking. But after coming out that she was being serious Nina quickly turned her down.

“It’s a girl’s school.” Nina said putting down her coffee.

“It doesn’t say no boys allowed on your website.” Charlotte pointed out taking a sip from her own mug.

“It’s not my school though I just work there I can’t make that exception, if we had a boys class then sure, but there was never enough interest.”

She picked up her drink before continuing. “Why don’t you just sign him up at the mixed school Sarah did her gymnastics at, I can put in a good word for you.”

Charlotte shook her head. “You know they wouldn’t take him, he’s hopeless.”

“Then what were you expecting from me?” Nina asked puzzled.

“Put him in your class.” Charlotte said as if the answer was obvious.

Nina chuckled. “I take the beginners, what is he going to skip around in a tutu with the other young girls?”

“He is a beginner though; the uniform doesn’t bother me you can have him dress however you like.”

Nina stared at her friend for a long while and realised she was being sincere. “You’re not backing down are you?”

Charlotte looked back at her with a hopeful expression, pleading with her eyes.

“Ok fine.” Nina relented.

“YES, thank you so much.” Charlotte leant over the coffee table and smothered her in her arms, she couldn’t have been more thankful.

“I still need permission so don’t get too hopeful, I must admit I am genuinely curious to see if he goes along with it.”

“He will.” Charlotte said confidently. “I’ll make sure he does.”

“And I can’t promise any exceptions about the uniform.” Nina quickly interjected.

Charlotte shrugged. “Like I said, he can wear whatever you want him too It’s no bother. Maybe some time in a skirt will do him some good; his ego could use some grounding.”

It was an unusual conversation that Nina had with her boss later that day; she was convinced that she would outright disallow it from going ahead. But to her shock it wasn’t that hard to get her to agree, apparently she had gone through a similar phase with her own son and the solution to that had been military school. He was much more of a problem by the sounds of it and she had hated the idea of sending him there but it did help turn his life around. If she could help another mother out from having things get to that stage then she was all for it.

Her boss called Charlotte and said they prided themselves in being an inclusive school and would be happy to have him. When she received the call from the woman she had to prevent herself from getting hysterical when she heard what his uniform would be. But she didn’t hesitate from giving her his measurements ensuring that in a week’s time when he joined for his first class they would be well prepared for his arrival.

The day of judgement had approached quickly and no matter how much he moaned and groaned Ashley realised he would have to go through with this if he wanted his games back.

Sarah was doing her best at keeping her composure with a straight face. It was so satisfying listening to him whine knowing full well what was in store for him. She had to pry the information away from her mother who was reluctant at first to give it away. She had to promise not to say anything to him and give any details, as far as he was concerned he would be joining her in some sort of mixed class.

They thought the cat might have been out of the bag if Ashley had bothered to do any research and realise she went to an only girls dance school. But apparently he didn’t have the slightest inkling to do so; maybe he was so appalled by the idea of attending he wanted to avoid any notion of it. That bode well for them though it made getting him in the car in the morning all the more easier. If he knew what his class and uniform would be then all bets were off there was no chance he would go through with it.

Charlotte had to imagine he valued his pride above playing some stupid video games. She was just as nervous as her son, she was terrified he would humiliate her and be nothing but a terror for Nina. She was putting them both in a compromising position but she had hope that somehow this would just simply work out for everyone.

It was wishful thinking, and she had no idea how she would convince Ashley to change into the uniform but Nina told her not to worry that she could be very persuasive. Charlotte didn’t push it any further and decided it was better not to stress about it and just let Nina do whatever it is she had planned.

“Ughhhhhh.” Ashley groaned again.

“Don’t worry.” Sarah turned around. “You’re going to have a great time.”

She quickly spun back around getting a warning glare from her mother.

“What does that mean?” He asked.

“It means.” Charlotte paused. “It means you better do whatever it is Nina tells you to do or it will be your phone going next.”

“Whatever.” Ashley said sinking back lower into his seat.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the car for the remainder of the trip but thankfully it wasn’t long before they pulled up to the studio. Sarah almost flew out of the car in excitement; Ashley sat back and had to be coaxed outside by Charlotte.

“Out of the car now.” She ordered.

Ashley let off one last vocal groan before finally exiting the car and stumbling along behind his mother.

“Why do you have to come inside with me, I’m not some kid.” He whined.

“Because I know you better than you think I do, I’m making sure you don’t leg it the moment I’m gone.”

Ashley would be lying if he hadn’t thought of it already, but it wasn’t like he had anywhere to run away too. He could hang out a friend’s house but he would just be postponing the inevitable. Eventually he would have to return home and face his mother’s scorn, not to mention the devastation of going without any electronics for however long she saw fit. If the decision was left up to her probably indefinitely, she was adamant he attend this stupid class with his sister. Probably better to just get it over with, hopefully he wouldn’t make too much of an ass of himself in front of everyone.

“How long do I have to come here for?”

Charlotte shrugged. “Until I say otherwise, now get a move on or you’re going to be late.”

It was pointless pressing the matter any further, so without any other ways of prolonging it he stumbled behind his sister all the while under his mother’s ever watching gaze.

CHAPTER THREE

Ashley had to be practically shoved through the sliding doors by Charlotte pushing the reluctant boy inside. Immediately they were greeted by booming dance music that echoed down the halls from an unknown room.

Sarah met one of her friends by the reception desk and she ran off to join her before they left together.

It was quite overwhelming being in such a strange place, Ashley scampered to quickly follow them before he potentially got lost amongst the corridors in this unfamiliar territory. After taking a few steps forward he was quickly apprehended like an escaped prisoner.

“What are you doing?” Ashley turned back to face his mother as she pulled him back.

“Just hang back a minute hun, I know you’re excited for your first day but we need to check you in.”

Ashley shuddered from his mother’s comment, she was pulling his leg but the way she said it made it almost seem frightfully real. The counter was occupied by a kind looking woman around his mother’s age. He didn’t recognise this person but she stared back at him with a look of familiarity in her eyes.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

It was quite obvious even to Ashley that she was pretending like they hadn’t already been expecting his arrival.

“Hey I’m just dropping my son Ashley off for his first dance lesson.” Charlotte replied with a telling grin.

“Ashley yes I heard about you, I promise you will have a wonderful time here! I’m so glad you chose our school.”

Ashley didn’t even bother with a response; it was obvious by his blank facial expression that he didn’t want to be here.

“My name is Nina.” The woman continued. “You’ll be joining my class for your lessons.”

“Cool I guess I’ll go join Sarah.” He said pointing after her direction.

“Oh heavens no.” Nina scoffed. “Her class is much too advance for you; maybe one day if you keep practicing you might reach her level.”

‘Was this woman for real?’ Ashley wondered.

It was one thing being forced to go here with his sister, now he wasn’t going to know a single person in his class.

“But don’t worry, I bet you’ll make lots of new friends here.”

‘Hurray,’ Ashley fought the urge to reply sarcastically.

“So he’s all set I’m good to leave him with you?” Charlotte asked, somewhat reluctant to let him leave her sight.

“He’ll be fine with me.” Nina nodded.

Charlotte gave her son one more intense stare before leaving him in her care.

“Alrighty!” Nina clapped her hands together. “Let’s go get you sorted shall we.”

“Sorted?” Ashley asked.

“You need to put on your uniform.”

Ashley looked down at his raggedy hoodie and track pants he was already wearing.

“This isn’t good enough?”

Nina snorted. “Of course not, you have to be in proper uniform like the others.”

She offered him his hand and Ashley gave her a weird glance and stood adamantly still refusing to accept it. After an awkward pause Nina finally pulled it away and urged him to follow her.

While they walked through the halls Ashley tried to recall ever being in a more uncomfortable situation then he currently was experiencing. He had had his share of awkward memories that made him cringe whenever he looked back at them but this one would most likely win the award for worst.

The only plan he had going for him was to half-ass whatever they asked of him, showing the bare minimal amount of interest to prevent word getting back to his mother that he wasn’t cooperating.

They walked for a short time before he was ushered inside a set of locked doors which revealed an undisturbed and empty change room.

“We’ll get you changed in here; I imagine you probably want some privacy while we make sure everything fits.”

She pulled out a decorated box enclosed with a bright red satin ribbon from a locker and passed it over to him.

Ashley took it with some reluctance eyeing the box sceptically.

“Your mother ordered it in your size when she booked you in for your class; all the other students in the class wear the same style so you won’t be alone.”

He hated that he was holding something that looked so girly and felt so childish that he was about to unwrap this in front of the woman.

“I can handle it from here, thanks.” He said hoping she would leave.

Nina shook her head. “I’m afraid your mother was quite clear that I keep an eye on you.”

Ashley shuddered, surely she didn’t mean to this extent. “I’m not going to run away.” He snapped back at her.

“Even so, I must respect her wishes, now come on everyone else will be waiting for us stop stalling.” She said quickly beginning to lose her patience.

Ashley held his breath as he pulled roughly at the ribbon, he wasn’t sure what to expect from the package. He had no experience with dance at all in his life, but had the faintest memory of a film he watched with his sister where the male dancers wore some kind of black tights. He was sure that must be it, but pulling open the lid of the box revealed something much more sinister.

“What the hell?” He said holding the outfit and letting the box fall to the ground.

He held it out at arm’s length like it had some sort of disease he didn’t want to catch. It was an oversized little girl’s tutu, pink with straps that ran over the shoulders and a flouncy Teflon skirt that wrapped around the bodice.

Nina had to work hard to contain her amusement at his confused expression. “There’s no mistake Ashley, that’s your uniform we made sure to have it made to your exact measurements.”

Ashley looked back at her stunned. “You can’t be serious, this is a girls dress there is no way my mum would pay for this.”

As the words left his lips he suddenly wasn’t so sure, maybe his mum did this intentionally to humiliate him. But this was ridiculous, surely she wouldn’t take things this far and she would know that he would never agree to wear it.

“I’m not wearing it.”

Nina sighed. “Yes you are, now stop causing problems it’s only your first day I would hate for your mother to find out that you were being a brat.”

Ashley felt sick, this was so unfair, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Sure he could run away like he had already being fighting the urge to, but it would ultimately make his situation ten times worse.

“Whatever you win, just get out so I can get changed.” He said defeated.

Nina shook her head once more. “No Ashley we’ve been through this, and I can deal without the attitude mister, or should I say miss?”

Nina grinned, she just couldn’t help herself. Unfortunately her taunt worked against her and Ashley threw down the dress in a huff.

“You’re going to damage it.” She cried out.

“I don’t care.” Ashley crossed his arms. “I’m not wearing that thing, this is all bullshit I’m leaving I don’t care what happens.”

It wasn’t like Ashley to be so brazen, he hoped she didn’t realise he was shaking like a leaf as he crossed over the room towards the door they had come in through. He wasn’t sure where his sudden confidence came from or if it was just sheer repulsion at the prospect he would be forced to wear that dress if he stuck around.

He wrapped around the lockers and was about to pull the door open when Nina stepped up to him.

“Right.” She said. “I’m fed up with you; this is what happens to troublemakers in my class.”

Before he had a chance to stop her he was yanked backwards and somehow found himself perched across her lap.

“What are you…” Before he could even finish her hand came crashing down over his trousers. “OUCH,what the hell was that for?”

Ashley never got the response he was looking for; he froze as his pants were forced down his legs along with his underpants.

“Wait stop please.” He begged.

It didn’t do him any good, Nina’s hand came flying down over and over again. Each time his bum grew redder and he hardly realised he was crying as he continued to plead with her.

“Please stop.” He whined as another heavy hand connected with his bottom.

Ashley had no idea how long she had spanked him for, but by the time she stopped the damage had been done. She pulled the sobbing boy to his feet and instantly his free hand rubbed against his throbbing bum while the other wiped away the tears.

“My goodness you’re such a little baby.” Nina teased. “Now you know what happens when you don’t do what you’re told.”

Ashley continued to sob even harder when he realised that his underwear was being pulled back up.

“These don’t go with your uniform but I guess they will have to do.” She commented, ignoring his painful cries as they rested over his aching rear.

Without any resistance Nina had been able to dress the blubbering boy in his costume. He was quite the sight wearing the oversized ballet uniform as he stood their sobbing.

“Dry your tears.” She said handing him a tissue. “It’s time for class.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Finally Ashley had managed to stop crying, but the tell-tale signs of his tantrum were quite obvious over his tear struck face. His eyes stayed glued to the floor as he was led out of the change room and back into the hallway. This time he was holding hands with Nina, and he could hear his heart drumming against his chest praying that no one else would walk in and catch him dressed this way.

Somehow they managed to move unnoticed between the studio and the class room. It was when they arrived that he realised he would have no choice but to show off his uniform to the rest of the class. He held back more tears as Nina pulled him inside and he was met with a room full of curious eyes staring back at him.

It didn’t take long for it to catch on that he was really a boy and soon the whole room was laughing at the big kid that was dressed the same way as they were.

“Now girls, please get it all out of your system Ashley is going to be part of our class from now on.”

The mention of his feminine name caused even more laughter to erupt from the room. Ashley thought about speaking up that it was a gender neutral name as he had done to defend himself in the past. But being in his situation and dressed the way he was, it would undoubtedly full on deaf ears and probably cause even more of an unwanted reaction from them.

Nina let them carry on for a bit longer before they finally startled to settle down and she began the class.

“Alright girls, since Ashley is new we’re going to quickly go over the basics for her benefit. You can join in with us if you want to or get started on the moves we worked on last week.”

None of the girls were inclined to repeat what they had already learned so Nina walked over to Ashley so she could give him a more intimate lesson.

“Alright looks like you have my full attention aren’t you lucky!”

Nina was incredibly chirpy as she said it that Ashley couldn’t tell if she was being rhetorical or not.

She began to demonstrate some basic moves and urged Ashley to mirror them.

“Come on Ashley, I don’t want you to have to go over my knee again.” She threatened, as he remained defiantly still.

Ashley went with the less humiliating of the two choices offered to him and began to very unenthusiastically repeat what Nina was doing. Even though it was his first lesson he found no difficulty following along with the moves. He was sure she was choosing the most simplistic ones for his benefit. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not but followed along none the less.

“Good job Ashley you’re doing great.” Nina praised him.

Every time she did so he would hear some sniggers from the other girls, and continued to notice the curious glances looking over in his direction. The worst part was the giant mirror that covered one side of the room and he was continually forced to see his own reflection. His appearance horrified him and for the first time he wished he hadn’t chosen to grow out his hair. He used to think it made him look like a rock star but now it just emphasised his girly frame and was unavoidably kept in theme with the tutu he had been forced into.

“Ok break time.” Nina suddenly announced, clapping her hands together.

Ashley was thankful for the break, but really he just wanted this to over with as quickly as possible.

“Are you coming along Ashley?” Nina asked.

He worryingly looked over her shoulder into the hallway which seemed louder than before and stiffly shook his head.

“Suit yourself.” Nina replied. “I trust you won’t run away.”

Ashley stood still with his gaze transfixed to the floor before he realised she wasn’t going to leave without him giving her an answer.

He reluctantly nodded his head, Nina paused for a moment before she realised it would have to suffice and left him alone in the room. Ashley was thankful to finally have some space alone and he soon slunk to the floor crossing his arms over his legs.

“This is so shit.” He thought, taking one look at his reflection again before turning to face away from the mirror.

Ashley closed his eyes and sighed, imagining for the briefest moment that he was back at home and not stuck here. God, what would his sister say when she saw him like this he wondered. Although he couldn’t help but think she might have had some hand in this. He would have to find a way to get back at her, he began to concoct some form of a devious plan when the doors opened up and everyone started shuffling back into the room.

He avoided the stares and giggles hidden behind their hands and pretended not to notice.

Nina walked over and urged him back up to his feet. It wasn’t long before she had him reciting what he had learned back to her before humiliatingly she made him do it again but this time in front of the class.

“Very good Ashley!” Nina cheered and everyone followed along with their own applause.

It felt like a big joke, they were clearly patronising him and taking the piss but he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest amount of pride at their appraisal. This whole ordeal was humiliating but Ashley had never been at the behest of an audience before, it was all quite surreal.

It was Ashley’s turn to watch everyone else’s performance; he was surprised that they all seemed to be so experienced at their age. It also confirmed his earlier suspicions that Nina was purposely giving him a much easier routine then the others. So much for this being the beginner class, he thought.

After a few quick winding down exercises Nina announced it was the end of today’s class. That was the best news Ashley had heard all day and was about to run off eagerly out of the room before he heard more voices outside.

Rather than have anyone else see him dressed the way he was, he decided to stay back and watched as everyone else left the room. It was about this time he noticed he hadn’t been to the bathroom since they had left this morning and was starting to feel a building pressure in his bladder.

Nina waved everyone off, congratulating them on a job well done and watched as they all ran off down the hall. She turned around and saw Ashley standing their shyly in the midst of a potty dance.

“Looks like someone needs the little ladies room?” She gave him a knowing grin.

Ashley looked up at her and Nina pointed out the door.

“You know where the toilet is.”

Again Ashley could hear even more voices outside the door.

“Its fine, I don’t need to go.” It was an obvious lie, but he would rather hold it than leave the room.

He wasn’t sure what his game plan was, but if he waited out long enough until everyone had gone hopefully he could slip away and get changed into his regular clothes unnoticed; the bathroom would have to wait.

“Look, I can’t have you standing around here all day, I’m sure your sister wants to see you in your pretty outfit and It’s not good to keep holding onto your bladder like that.”

She took a step towards him and Ashley realised he was left with little choice. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do what he did, it was shear insanity and he couldn’t even begin to rationalise it.

Nina watched on in bewilderment at the dark patch that began to grow and creep over Ashley’s suit staining it in his wee. The material stretched but wasn’t designed to hold any liquids and soon his pee was streaking down his bare legs and into his sneakers as it soaked the floor beneath him.

“ASHLEY WHAT ON EARTH.” She shrieked.

Finally she managed to compose herself before running to grab a towel and practically threw it over to him. She met with Sarah and Charlotte at the front desk and couldn’t begin to explain what had happened so instead she just told them to follow her.

“You’re not going to believe this.” She told them before throwing open the door as both women held their mouths agape.

CHAPTER FIVE

“This is the best day of my life!” Sarah cheered.

Ashley would definitely disagree with her sentiment; he was completely crestfallen as he sat in the back seat of their car with a towel wrapped around him. He hadn’t even been given the opportunity to change back into his own clothes. His mother was so shocked by what she had seen she wasn’t sure whether to scream at him or console him.

She went with the latter as she saw the tears building in the corner of his eyes and how completely shocked and helpless he looked. Taking the towel from Nina she had acted quickly and wrapped it over his waist. She hadn’t even had time to process what he was wearing, it was by sheer instinct she had reacted the way she had. Seeing one of her babies looking so helpless her maternal drive had taken over.

She offered to help clean the mess on the floor but Nina declined with a wave of her hand.

“Nonsense.” She explained. “Its fine leave it with me, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to clean up one of the little one’s messes.”

She winked at Ashley who suddenly started bawling.

None of them realised that as Sarah stood back by the door she had been recording the whole thing on her phone. The moment she regained her composure from the initial shock she quickly pulled it from her duffle and set it to record. She wasn’t sure what she would do with the footage but something told her that she couldn’t miss this opportunity.

By the time they left the studio almost everyone had gone home and thankfully for Ashley’s sake no one paid seemed to pay him any mind as he scurried off back to the car.

“Sarah be nice to your brother, he’s had a hard day.” Charlotte said, staring back at Ashley in the rear-view mirror.

She wasn’t sure what to do about all of this, at the very least Nina had said for the most part Ashley had been on his best behaviour and contributed with the lesson. That was good news, definitely a surprise but this was something else. It was probably just a once off, she realised but something was telling her to take advantage of this moment. Looking back and seeing how weak and vulnerable her son looked got her thinking. His ego could use the hit, he always had such a disruptive attitude at home she had never seen him this placid.

Ashley hadn’t even complained to her about his costume, sure Nina had mentioned he resisted at first but she was quite surprised he had actually agreed to wear it.

The car ride was spent in relative silence, Charlotte didn’t know what to talk about but Sarah looked completely thrilled and couldn’t stop looking back and taking glances of her brother.

“Why so pouty princess?” She sneered.

“Fuck off Sarah.” Ashley snarled.

“ASHLEY LANGUAGE, SARAH JUST STOP IT. We’re almost home just give me a break please.” Charlotte begged.

She almost wanted to jump in on the teasing Ashley train herself, but someone had to show restraint. She was beginning to think things had gotten way out of hand and maybe she had let this go too far. But it only took a momentary reflection of his previous behaviour to shake the doubt from her mind.

As the car pulled to a stop Ashley practically threw open the car door before it had even come to a full stop and ran to the porch. He tried opening the door before realising in his foolhardiness he didn’t even have his own set of keys with him, it wasn’t like his tutu had pockets. He scolded himself for his rashness and prayed none of the neighbours would come out and see him dressed the way he was.

He swore Sarah and his mother were taking their sweet time before finally catching up to him.

“What’s the rush Ashley, afraid you might wet yourself again?” Sarah started laughing at her own joke.

Charlotte shook her head and sighed apprehensively; she stayed out of it this time and opened the door. Ashley quickly pushed inside and ran straight towards his room.

“Don’t leave your wet costume on the carpet!” Charlotte called out after him.

Ashley didn’t respond and she was afraid her comment fell on deaf ears so she followed him into his room.

“MUM GET OUT.” Ashley whined as she invited herself inside.

He was had already started pulling the suit off and she could see the wet towel thrown on the floor.

“Ashley.” She shook her head. “You’ll leave pee stains, just let me.”

For the second time that day Ashley found himself being undressed by another woman, and not in a positive way that he could brag to his friends about. There was no way to spin this story that might make him seem cool in their eyes.

She peeled the wet suit from his body and took it along with the wet towel to the laundry.

“Go get yourself cleaned up in the shower.” Charlotte told him on her way out.

Ashley obliged and scurried off to the bathroom with his hands around his privates. He was never this confident moving around the house without any clothes on, but there was no point throwing something on when his legs were still covered in stale pee.

He took his time in the shower, indulging in the warmth that showered over his body. Eventually he stepped out and looked back at his reflection in the mirror. He might not have been wearing the costume anymore but when he stared himself down he couldn’t help but feel emasculated. No longer could he associate his long hair as something cool, it just reminded him that he was a scrawny boy who not long ago was dressed in a tutu and had wet himself willingly.

He shivered, unsure if it was from the humiliating reminder or the fact he was standing in the cold bathroom naked. Rather than standing around to figure it out he threw his towel around and trudged off to his bedroom.

It was a relief to be able to put on his own clothes again, he felt much more comfortable and relaxed now he was no longer trapped at the studio. He decided to go watch the television rather than spend the rest of the day hiding out in his room. Maybe he would get lucky and Sarah wouldn’t be in there, unfortunately that wasn’t the case and she watched him like he was her prey as he entered the room.

“I liked what you had on before a lot better.” She commented.

“Can you lay off it, for fucks sake drop it!” Ashley was careful to lower his voice enough that his mother wouldn’t hear another one of his outbursts.

Sarah picked up her phone and faced the screen towards him.

“Just look at this and convince me you didn’t look much cuter in your little ballerina dress.”

Ashley watched on in horror as he experienced the humiliation again for a second time.

“Why do you have that?” He whined, attempting to snatch away the phone away but to no avail.

“You know what, I haven’t decided yet.” Ashley grinned. “But maybe I could show your all of your friends and see if they agree with me, what do you think?”

Ashley lunged again for the phone but Sarah was too quick and stuffed it between her and the couch.

“You wouldn’t.” Ashley looked desperately at her, but somehow he figured she would be capable of just that. “Look, just give it to me or I’ll tell mum.”

Sarah snorted. “Ohhhh, look at you mister tough guy, going to tell mummy that his mean sister is going to show everyone what a little girl he actually is, your pathetic.”

Ashley was ashamed but he had to agree with her, he was pathetic, especially threatening to tell on her. But what choice did he have it wasn’t like he had much of a choice.

“Annnnnnnd send.” She said pretending to click the button.

The sheer terror on Ashley’s face was obvious; it was like he had seen a ghost.

CHAPTER SIX

“YOU BITCH.” He screamed, completely oblivious to his mother who had entered the room.

“ASHLEY.” She shouted matching his pitch.

The sound of her voice sent a chill down Ashley’s spine and he immediately froze. Sarah stared daggers at him with a familiar look she used to give whenever he was in trouble. He knew he had been caught so he went on the defence.

“But she…” He said in a much softer voice this time but stopped when his mother raised her hand.

“No, I don’t care, now apologise to your sister.”

Ashley gulped and swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry.” He told her bluntly looking completely crestfallen.

“Now then, as for your punishment.”

He followed her gaze to the empty corner of their living room. “I don’t get it?”

“Since you’ve been acting like a little brat you get punished like a little brat, now get in the corner for your time out.”

Ashley didn’t move, he looked back at her trying to gauge if she was being serious or not. Her expression didn’t change and he didn’t feel like challenging her so instead he did what he was told and wobbled off to the corner.

Both Sarah and Charlotte watched in bemusement as Ashley did what he was told without so much of a fuss. Normally Charlotte would have to scream the house down to get him to wash the dishes and there he was standing in the corner with his nose against the wall. He looked like a misbehaving toddler; she had to supress a giggle.

Sarah pulled her phone out again to take another picture, ignoring her mother’s disapproving stare and making sure she turned off the flash first.

“I’m heading off for a bit, Ashley you stay there till I get back.” She could see him nodding while staring at the back of his head. “Sarah, make sure your brother doesn’t move please.”

“Sure thing mum.”

Ashley was glad he couldn’t see his sister’s reaction at being told that; today had truly been one of the worst in his young life.

He kept his unspoken word to his mother and remained unmoved in the corner of the room until finally she had returned. He was quite proud of himself for not faltering, especially after his sister called out to him a few times to try trip him up. Ashley wasn’t born yesterday and didn’t take the bait; eventually Sarah got bored and started watching the TV.

“I’m home.”Charlotte’s voice travelled from the front of the house.

‘Thank god.’ Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. He had been painstakingly holding in his bladder for some time now. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of his earlier mishap; he wasn’t sure how he would explain having another accident.

Charlotte walked into the living room and was surprised to see Ashley still waiting in the corner. She checked in with Sarah who said he had been there this whole time.

Ashley suspected his sister would have concocted some kind of story to get him into more trouble. It was a relief to hear as she told their mother the truth for once instead of pushing his mother to punish him even further as she might have done when they were younger.

“You can come out of the corner now.”

He span on his heels the moment his mother gave him permission to leave. Quickly muttering his gratitude he scampered off to the bathroom, heaving a big sigh as a wave of relief washed over him as he emptied his bladder inside the porcelain toilet. There was no question how much better making it to the bathroom this time instead of pissing in his dance costume made him feel.

Charlotte was waiting for him to return the living room and when he ran off to his bedroom after his mad dash to the bathroom she decided to follow him. As she rounded the corner to his room she began to question whether or not he might have had another accident. Normally she would never begin to question he was anything but fully capable of making it to the toilet like a grown up, but after the earlier incident she wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Ashley.” She quietly called through his door while giving it a couple of light knocks.

Ashley left his phone on the bed and opened the door, half expecting to be told off for something different this time. Instead he was greeted by a more gingerly looking woman then the one who had scolded him earlier. He watched her curiously as she entered the room, and was about to question the brown paper bag she had brought with her but wasn’t able to get the chance as she came and sat down on his bed.

“Come sit with me.” She beckoned.

He obeyed and took a seat beside her, looking quite uncomfortable and filled with worry that something bad was about to befall him.

“Thank you for being a good boy and doing what you were told today.” She praised him.

“No worries.” Ashley replied slightly unsure of the direction that the conversation was heading.

“Not just for staying in the corner, but letting Nina put you in your costume.”

Ashley winced as he pictured himself again being put through that humiliating ordeal.

“I picked this up from the store for you; they will be much more suitable then wearing your old sneakers.”

She handed him over a shoe box and Ashley’s heart beat raced as he awkwardly unwrapped the cellophane covering before opening the box. A girlish pair of ballet flats with little pink ribbons sat inside; identical to the ones everyone else wore.

“Ummm thanks.” Ashley grimaced.

He knew he was supposed to be grateful when receiving a gift, but how was he supposed to react to something like this.

“Don’t mention it.” Charlotte replied, ignoring his obvious disdain. “That’s not all actually.”

She pulled out his Xbox and handed it over to him.

“OH.” He cried. “I wasn’t expecting to get this back so soon.”

Charlotte watched his expression change from sour to glee and felt quite smitten that she had made him feel so happy.

“Well I figured you did such a good job today that I would give you the benefit of the doubt and decided you could have this back early.”

“Thanks mum.” Ashley beamed.

It felt strange thanking her for a gift that already belonged to him, but he was certain it would be months before he would see it again.

“Now I’m not giving you everything back just yet, if you keep up your good behaviour and doing what you’re told then the rest will follow soon enough.”

Ashley nodded his understanding. “I’ll be good mom.”

“Good to hear, because that brings us to the last thing in the bag.”

He was surprised to see the bag was large enough to both his Xbox and the shoes, yet here she was pulling out a crinkly plastic package.

“What are those for?” Ashley asked fearfully.

He was terrified he already knew the answer and the earlier feeling of joy had quickly evaporated.

Charlotte paused to take a breath, she had already rehearsed this speech in the car and so far it had all gone according to plan. This was taking it to the next level though and she still had felt very doubtful this would work.

“Ashley after speaking with Nina about your earlier accident, she seems to think that maybe you aren’t ready for that class.”

“What’s that even mean.” Ashley asked bewildered.

He thought he had done a good job; both ladies had praised him so.

“You did a really good job but the moves she showed you are meant for a much younger class.”

Ashley cringed; he knew she had been taking it easier on him. He was sure that given the chance he could easily pull of what the others were doing without any difficulty he wasn’t even given an opportunity. He realised how insane it all felt, that he was internally debating whether or not he was a better ballet dancer then how he was currently being perceived.

“And after your accident in class we both agreed that it might be better to move you down.”

Ashley gulped, how much further down was there to go he couldn’t even picture it.

“You’ll be much more accepted there and you won’t be judged for wearing diapers.”

“But I don’t wear diapers.”

“Honey.” Charlotte paused to lovingly stroke her son’s leg. “Don’t you think it’s for the best, do you really want a repeat of what happened this morning?”

Ashley shook his head. “It won’t happen again.” He told her confidently, considering the fact it had been intentional. But he was hardly going to admit that to her.

“What about just now when you sprinted off for the loo?”

He shrugged. “I made it obviously.”

Ashley still had his gaze fixated on the packet of diapers perched obviously on his mother’s lap. He was trying to decipher the meaning behind the infantile design over the wrapping but kept getting distracted by the conversation.

“Honey, remember what I said about making sure you do what you’re told?”

He didn’t think it would eventually lead him to this, he felt so little in that moment watching as his mother began to tear open the package.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Charlotte was quite impressed that the pharmacy even stocked diapers with such adorable designs that were big enough to fit her son. The pharmacist explained that some preferred the fun designs over the generic plain white briefs. She was shown quite the selection when the woman asked if she needed any help finding anything. Surprising herself as she took sometime admiring them all, feeling nostalgic and taking her back to a time when she would be picking out diapers for when her babies were still babies. But even back then she wouldn’t spend this much time looking at the various styles and would just pick whichever brand was the most affordable.

For a moment she held a package in her hand that contained pink diapers adorned with little princesses and unicorns. It would match Ashley’s costume perfectly but maybe that would be a bit much. After speaking on the phone with Nina she had suggested something a bit more discreet but Charlotte couldn’t help herself. Somehow managing to get her son to agree to wear diapers again was going to be a big enough stretch, she hardly thought the design would have much of an impact. But in the end she went with something more gender neutral, and chose a starry diaper with colourful little lions covering the white plastic.

On the drive home she was nervous about her whole plan actually going the way she hoped. Her luck had to run out at some point, but right now she felt like she was on a winner’s streak at the casino. The expression goes quit while you’re ahead, but Charlotte couldn’t stop now, not when she felt so much closer to moulding her son into someone who would be much more pleasant to live with.

Watching him run to the bathroom after dismissing him from his punishment cemented her feelings.

‘This was the right decision.’ She told herself calmly.

Ashley looked in disgust at the crinkly diaper that his mother had pulled from the packet before dumping the rest on the floor. The design was so babyish he couldn’t fathom why something like that would be made in his size.

“Mummmm, that’s for babies.” He wailed.

Charlotte smiled as she admired the diaper. “I think it looks cute, much better than the plain ones they had.”

Ashley shuddered, so she could have bought him plain ones and yet for some reason she went with these. He scolded himself for even considering that buying the normal diapers had been an option, none of this was normal.

He was going to kick up a stink again but one look at his Xbox made him realise how desperate he had been to play it ever since she had taken it away from him. It wasn’t like anyone had to know about it, none of this was going to go his way so why make things worse for himself.

“Ok fine, so what, I just have to put it on at dance class then.”

Charlotte nodded. “That was the idea….” She began to consider her words carefully for a moment before proceeding. “But I think you should put one on now.”

Ashley looked back at her in shock, his mouth sat agape.

“What the hell for.” He snapped, unable to prevent his sudden outburst.

“Watch that tone Ashley, don’t undo all your good behaviour.” Charlotte warned. “You just had another close call, I’m not sure if it’s the stress or maybe this was a bigger problem and I just didn’t notice before. But I think its best that you go back to diapers for a little while.”

Ashley sat motionless, looking very defeated as he stared blankly at the floor. Charlotte took his silence as her opportunity to proceed and gently pushed him back on the bed.

“Don’t worry sweetheart this will be over quickly, you’ll get used to it.”

He felt sick after hearing that, you’ll get used to it, repeated again in his head. How long was he expected to wear diapers for and what about school on Monday? He had so many questions that he was afraid what the answers might be.

Ashley shivered as his trousers and underwear were pulled off in one fell swoop and his nudity was left exposed. He rose up when prompted allowing Charlotte to slide the diaper underneath him. Ashley jolted when his bottom made contact with the crinkly padding, not because it felt bad but from the foreign sensation and fearfulness he felt being so vulnerable and exposed. He was completely at his mother’s whim; all control had been so suddenly stolen away from him.

Again Charlotte dug into her seemingly bottomless bag and pulled out a bottle of talcum powder, a bottle of baby oil and some kind of ointment in a tube. Ashley grimaced as she started with the ointment, gently coating his skin with the cold liquid. He suddenly wished he hadn’t been so inclined to shave his pubic hair all the time; he just hated the feeling of having hair down there. But knowing how much control his mother was expressing over him, undoubtedly she would have shaved it off for him anyhow so perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.

Using the same hand she squeezed some cream over it and proceeded to cover his penis and balls in a thick layer. Being handled this way by his own mother was emasculating, he hadn’t even had this experience with a girl his own age and now somehow things had gone backwards like he was one year old again. Ashley bit his lip and stared up at the ceiling, hoping anything might distract him from the diaper change. He felt powder being sprinkled over his groin and between his thighs and could hear his mother begin lightly humming.

“This brings me back.” She said brightly.

Using her clean hand she pulled the diaper up over his waist ensuring it was a snug fit before taping it closed.

Ashley was relieved it was finally over with before his mother gave him a condescending pat over his diaper and he realised this was just the start of things. Now he had to deal with the fact he was dressed in a glorified baby’s diaper.

Charlotte pulled him up so he was now sitting and smiled warmly at her son.

“How does it feel?” She asked.

Ashley shrugged and crossed his arms; clearly he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. She considered just letting him hang out in his room for the afternoon but decided it was better to get over this phase sooner rather than later.

“I’m going to wash my hands; you can take your Xbox and set it up on the big TV in the living room.”

The way she said it made it sound like it was a privilege, but to Ashley it meant he wasn’t going to have any privacy not to mention the fact his sister was in there right now.

“But Sarah’s in there.” He cried.

Charlotte gave him a warm smile. “Baby you need to get used to your sister seeing your diapers, I might need her to change them.”

She watched the horrified expression cross his face.

“I can’t always be around to do it for you, I’m sure she won’t make a big deal about it.” She said unconvincingly.

Again Ashley swallowed his pride, he nodded and with that his mother left for the bathroom. Reluctantly he stood up and grabbed his Xbox before heading out to the living room. He didn’t even bother putting on pants, his mother hadn’t dressed him in any and he had a sneaking suspicion she would have made him take them off. She was adamant he show off his diapers, so what choice did he have.

He waddled across the hall, listening to the deafening sound of his diaper crinkle that matched every step he took. It was unmistakable what he was wearing, this diaper was thick, obvious and meant for someone who clearly wasn’t ready to be using the bathroom.

Sarah had no idea what had been taking them so long but even she wasn’t prepared as Ashley walked inside and her gaze was quickly drawn to the colourful diaper around her brother’s waist.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She asked in shock.

“Mum said I could use the TV.” Ashley replied.

Obviously ignoring what his sister was actually asking him, and proceeded to plug in his Xbox.

Thankfully his mother walked into the room and began explaining everything while he tried ignoring them as he loaded up a game to play. But no matter what he did nothing could distract him from the feeling of the diaper that crinkled with every small movement, and his sister’s condescending laughs from the couch behind him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Please mum.” Ashley pleaded.

“Sorry baby, I’ve already explained to you.”

Ashley slumped back onto the floor completely distraught. He had been playing games for some time now; he was pleasantly surprised that his mother hadn’t made him switch it off yet. But it was a fleeting feeling of joy when he got up to use the bathroom and his mother explained that he was already wearing it. It was one thing to be forced to wear diapers but now he was going to be made to use them too, it was completely absurd.

The pressure had become too much for him to bear, at least his sister wasn’t in the room. She quickly grew disinterested in what he was doing and had retreated to her own bedroom some time ago. It was just his mother who seemed content watching him from the sofa, enjoying her coffee and reading a novel. It brought back memories of when he was a kid and she wanted nothing more than to spend time with him and his sister. Looking down at his diaper had much really changed in the last eighteen years he realised.

Unable to ignore his bladder any longer he reluctantly let go and immediately felt warm pee wash over him. It was quite sensational he couldn’t recall how long ago since he had last worn a diaper. It was humiliating and made him feel so small, but it was definitely less embarrassing then pissing his tutu earlier. At least wearing a diaper made clean up much easier he tried to rationalise it.

Charlotte was well aware that her son had finally lost the losing battle when he suddenly put his controller down and stared out into empty space. She smiled as she watched him squirm and poke his squishy padding curiously as it swelled to capacity. He looked so helpless sitting there unmoved in his saturated diaper so she decided to help him out.

“How’s your diaper holding up baby?” She said creeping over.

Instead of waiting for a response she inserted two fingers into the leg cuff and could still feel the warm pee soaking into the padding. She noticed the wet feeling on his inner thigh and quickly realised he had leaked.

“Baby stand up for me you’re leaking.” She said pulling him to his feet.

Ashley stood up ashamedly and looked down, feeling as relieved as his mother looked that no pee had soaked into the carpet. The padding hung much heavier now between his legs and he could tell he had done a good job of pushing the diaper to its limits.

“These were the thickest disposables they had.” Charlotte told him as she rubbed her forehead thinking. “Come on we’ll go get you changed.”

She led her bashful son back to his bedroom for a second diaper change.

Ashley realised that he would never get used to this, as his mother pulled away the tapes on his soggy diaper. She commented on what a wet boy he was and cooed while drawing away the moisture from his legs as she cleaned him with baby wipes. This change was no different to the first he felt equally emasculated, if anything this was worse because he had to endure the cool wipes cleaning off any pee that hadn’t been absorbed by the diaper.

She finished taping a fresh diaper around his waist before standing him up and taking more time to ensure the cuffs stood out correctly.

“Baby, you leaked because you held it in for so long.” Charlotte explained. “These diapers can hold a lot more, you just have to let go as soon as you feel the need even if it’s only a dribble.”

Ashley nodded his understanding; he was hopeful that he would only need to endure this for one more day she wouldn’t dare send him to school dressed in a diaper.

Charlotte smiled and gave him a cheerful pat on the rear of his diaper.

“That’s my darling boy.” She cooed.

With another playful swat across his crinkly diaper she sent him scampering back into the living room where he continued playing with his game until it was dinner time.

To his own testament Ashley did what was asked of him, the moment he felt a sudden urge he immediately relaxed his bladder finding it easier each time to send a small spurt of wee into his thirsty padding. By the time dinner was ready he even felt himself confusing the need to go and unnecessarily straining when he thought he could feel any pressure.

Charlotte came over and checked his diaper, again sticking her fingers into his cuffs and nodded her approval.

“Much better, that should last until bed time.” She said confidently.

Dinner happened to be Ashley’s favourite tonight, normally his mother wouldn’t make burgers twice in one week and he was certain he was being rewarded for his good behaviour. She dumped a plate in front of him and even he noticed Sarah had to go retrieve her own meal. Clearly she didn’t mind however and was expressionless as she sat down except for the sneer she gave him when their eyes met for a moment.

Dinner was awkwardly quiet so eventually Charlotte was the first to speak up.

“Oh I didn’t mention before but Nina teaches your other class too so at least you will have one familiar face. We just have to leave earlier in the morning so you’ll have to go to bed sooner.”

‘Wonderful.’Ashley mumbled between bites.

Eventually she changed the subject to Sarah and asked her how her lesson went. They broke out into a conversation that ended up twisting into something else altogether. Ashley ate in silence and was thankful he was no longer the centre point of it all. But he couldn’t help but feel uneasy that they were acting like everything was normal, that nothing were unusual about him wearing a wet diaper without any pants at the dinner table.

When he finished eating he asked to be excused and his mother smiled before waving him off. He returned to his spot on the rug and loaded up his game again. He watched after a moment as his mother retrieved all the dishes and realised there was no mention of him to takeover. It was supposed to be his turn as well; he thought briefly turning his attention to the childish chore chart his mum had constructed pinned up obviously next to the fridge.

He thought about ignoring it but something compelled him to pause his game and toddle over to his mother.

“Mum.” He said, trying to grab her attention.

“What is it baby?” She paused to turn off the running water. “Are you ready for a diaper change?”

Ashley quickly shook his head. “No, it’s my turn for dishes isn’t it?”

Charlotte was practically beaming; she couldn’t believe the complete one-eighty her son had done in such a short amount of time.

“Oh you’re such a sweet heart for reminding mommy, you’ve had a big day I just want you to relax.”

She pulled off one of her rubber gloves before smothering him into her breast for a hug and sending him off with a playful kiss on his cheek. Smiling warmly she watched her son waddle off to the living room with his crinkly diaper sitting heavily between his legs.

Once the dishes were finished she wandered over to tell Ashley it was time to get off his games. She was half expecting a fight as she compared it to similar times in the past when she would try and pry him away from the screen.

“Ashley it’s time to finish up now.” She told him, preparing herself for the ensuring battle ahead.

“Ok, let me just save quickly.”

She didn’t know much about his games but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. She watched him for a moment and before she had realised what was happening his game was shutting down and he stood up.

She was so stunned by what had just happened that she hardly noticed how much heavier his diaper looked.

“Thanks darling.” She said slightly choked up. “Go brush your teeth then I’ll come change you before bed.”

Ashley nodded and toddled out of the room presumably to go brush his teeth like he had been told. Charlotte was still processing everything and trying to come to terms with how perfect he was suddenly being. She was petrified that it was never going to last, at some point he would snap and things would go back the way they were. She assured herself to not push too hard and tread carefully, then maybe things could stay as they were.

She waited in his bedroom with a fresh diaper in hand for Ashley to return. When he did he quickly assumed the diapering position without a fuss and lifted his bottom for her to replace his dirty diaper without any direction.

Ashley blushed as she kissed him goodnight.

“Sweet dreams baby.” She cooed before switching off his light and leaving his door slightly ajar.

He didn’t think he would be able to fall asleep this early, but after the exhausting day he had had it wasn’t long before he drifted off.

CHAPTER NINE

Ashley awoke in the morning to his mother pulling open his curtains, he tried closing his eyes and stuffing his head into his pillow but instead all he got were his sheets ripped away from him.

“Come on Ashley, we’re going to be late and you need a clean diaper.”

His eyes grew wide and suddenly his mind raced with the fresh memories off yesterday. He hardly had time to rationalise why his diaper was wet before it was already being stripped away. Trying to think back to the night when he might have used it, he simply came to the conclusion he had awoken during the night to pee and had forgotten.

‘There was no way he had become a bed wetter after one day in diapers.’ He thought fearfully.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it though as his mother rushed through the diaper change. He was soon being pulled to his feet and stripped away from his bed shirt. He cringed as she brought over the freshly washed ballet dress and reluctantly stepped inside allowing his mother to dress him. He sat back down on the bed with his tutu billowing all over the place while she strapped the ballet flats onto his feet. She even took the time to brush his hair before placing a lavender headband over his head which he assumed she had borrowed from his sister.

“Gosh you look so precious I could eat you up.” She said smothering him with kisses.

“Mummm, stooopp.” Ashley whined, but even he couldn’t supress his childish giggles.

He managed to catch his reflection over in the wardrobe mirror as he was pulled out into the hallway. He couldn’t believe who was staring back at him, it was a complete stranger, some kind of overgrown toddler and he realised just how insane this all was. Even his diapered state was obvious as it bulged against the bottom of the leotard. His sister hardly even had time to process what she was seeing at before he was taken into the bathroom to wash his teeth and then hurried out the door.

“Your sister doesn’t have class today so it will just be the two of us.”

Everything was moving so fast Ashley realised, his heart rate was picking up pace the closer they got before finally they pulled into the dance studio. It seemed quiet at this time of the morning which he was thankful for as the moment they arrived he was just as quickly shoved out of the car and had to almost run to keep up with his mother as they hurried inside.

This time Nina wasn’t there to greet them instead his mother took him by herself to the class room. When the doors open it was a much different experience than yesterdays. The room was almost identical to the last, except this one had a large seating area on one side of the wall where all the parents were seated so they could watch in on the class.

Ashley shivered and Charlotte had to pull the trembling boy inside where Nina quickly approached him.

“Ashley don’t you look so precious!” She cooed. “Don’t worry.” She said lowering her voice. “Everyone already knows about you and will be very supportive you have nothing to worry about.”

She said it so calmly as if that would do anything to put his growing unease to rest. He turned around and realised his mother had already left him and joined the other parents watching supportively from the bench.

Ashley slowly walked over to join the rest of the class; none of the others even seemed bothered by his appearance maybe they thought he was just like them but bigger.

“Everyone this is Ashley I want you to give him a big hand and make sure you make him feel welcome.” Nina announced to the class.

Everyone smiled and clapped, no one seemed unfazed that she told them all he was a boy. Perhaps they hadn’t heard her correctly or maybe they simply didn’t care. Judging by the age of the rest of the class he assumed he wasn’t the only one dressed in diapers, it actually made him feel a bit more relaxed about his own.

They began dancing under Nina’s instruction and Ashley realised it was primarily made up of the dance moves that she had shown him in his class yesterday. Had she planned for him to be moved here all along, he wondered. At least this time he felt like he wasn’t holding everyone else back and was contributing in a more meaningful way. He found himself blushing when it was his turn to show off when he saw not just his mother but all the parents cheering and clapping for him.

He felt ashamed that he was kind of enjoying the class, he couldn’t help that it filled him with such pride when they all cheered or Nina said what a good job he was doing. The moves were so simple that his diaper hardly impaired him, like they were designed to be done by someone with something bulky wrapper around their waist. He realised that not once since they had arrived had he thought to use the toilet and he wondered if his diaper was wet. It was hard to tell and he couldn’t pinpoint if he was feeling damp or maybe it was sweat from all the movements he was doing.

As the lesson was drawn to a close he almost felt disappointment that it was over. He was honestly enjoying himself to some level and the feeling was quite overwhelming as he toddled over to greet his mum.

“Darling you did such a wonderful job!” She praised him once more.

Charlotte threw her arms around Ashley embracing him in a warm hug before slipping her fingers under his leotard and into his diaper.

Ashley tensed up as he was succumbed to the public diaper check, he couldn’t believe she had done it so brazenly in front of the class. He avoided looking around for fear of meeting someone’s gaze and waited out the agonizing check still unsure if he had actually used it or not.

“Someone has a soggy tushie!” Charlotte announced loud enough that the others might have heard. “But I think it can wait until we get home.”

Ashley clung tightly onto his mother’s hand as they made their way back through the halls. They managed to sneak by without being paid much notice as the older students began to make their way inside. He allowed himself to be buckled into the backseat ignoring the fact he was no longer in the front before finally speaking up.

“Mum I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what sweetie?” His mother asked genuinely unsure.

“That I had to wee, I couldn’t feel it at all and at night too I don’t remember any of it.”

Charlotte looked back and her heart sank as she saw the tears building in the corner of her sons eyes.

“Ashley, sweetheart.” She said as soothingly as possible, wanting nothing more than to pull the car over on the freeway and hold him lovingly in her arms. “It’s ok; your diapers are going to keep you safe from any accidents you don’t need to worry about the potty for now.”

Ashley stayed quiet and continued to stare blankly ahead.

“But what about school?” He blubbered.

Charlotte thought how to go about this as carefully as possible; she had already gone over this scenario in her head while lying in bed last night.

“Well, we can either speak to the nurse about keeping diapers on hand for you.”

She looked back but could tell he didn’t like that idea.

“Otherwise.” She continued. “We could look at taking you out of school and putting you in day care when I have to go into the office and you could go back when you’re ready maybe in a year or so.”

Ashley didn’t know how to respond, it was supposed to be his final year. He couldn’t imagine his sister graduating without him, what might his friends say? They would have so many questions he couldn’t hide this from them forever.

“How about you take the week off, I’ll get your sister to bring home your classwork and I can call the school to tell them you’re unwell?”

Ashley nodded, at least that would by him some time. He had a lot to think about, the stress of everything had been too much. He realised that he needed to come to terms with himself, that he actually enjoyed this weekend and the attention his mum was giving him.

“T-thank you….mummy.” He said cautiously.

Charlotte’s heart almost leapt out of her chest right there upon hearing him say her name in that manner. They both silently realised to themselves, that the decision had already been made.