She puts boy clothes on meMature

The nurse handed a diaper, jean shorts, a t-shirt, socks and a pair of shoes to my new mother and asked her to get me dressed. “I can dress myself!” I cried, trying to save at least some of my dignity. “Don’t be silly Chris, you are just a child now. If you don’t start cooperating, I'll have to give you your first spanking right here and right now.” My mother chided as she walked forward and motioned me to lay down. She made swift work of diapering and dressing me. “There's a good boy” she cooed “Now let's get you home so we can welcome you to the family. “What does that mean...are we having a party?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “Sorta hunny...sorta” my mother laughed “Now thank your nurse and let's go.” I started to shake my head, “ I don’t want to. It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t do anything wrong!” I cried, fresh tears starting to pool in my eyes. “I am going to count to three. . . If you have not thanked your nurse and are not walking out the door, your nurse will get to see your newly 8 year old behind turned red” My mother threatened “One. . . . . . . .Two. . . . . . . .”

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