Happy New Year 2014

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year in 2014.

On New Year's Eve 2012 (as she had done the year before), my then 27-year old sister and the author of this blog, Belinda, good-naturally accepted "volunteering" to dress up as "Baby New Year" for midnight. My other sister, Anna, and I dressed Bel up in a diaper and a white sash (to cover one boob, with electrical tape in the shape of an "X" over the other). That, along with a 2013 tiara, was how she remained in front of about a dozen close friends for nearly an hour until Anna and I announced the baby "needed changing" and led Bel upstairs.

It was such a riot! Not only that, but so many of mine and Anna's friends said they wished they could have been there that we realized we couldn't let them down. Not to pass up such a good opportunity to embarrass our older sister, we informed her Tuesday afternoon that she would be making a repeat performance as "Baby New Year." Being quite embarrassed and expressing regret from last year she refused but with the help of her two closest girlfriends and roommates we "convinced" her it would be better for her to "volunteer" than to be "drafted." Of course, she thought the only people present would be Anna and myself again, with her roommates (who are her two closest girlfriends) and each of their boyfriends and only a couple of other close friends, just like the past two years. Would be Bel ever be mistaken about that!

Shortly after 11pm on Tuesday night, I and two of Bel's two girlfriends brought her upstairs to transform her from a college grad and summer softball/baseball camp coach into a quite reluctant, whimpering new-born baby girl. We stripped her naked and then tied on a thin, white and very loose-fitting sash that draped over her right boob (sort of, anyway; her nipple was quite visible from the side or anytime she leaned forward. lol). Using electrical tape like last year, we then put an "X" over her left nipple. As you can see in from the photo, Bel's quite flat-chested (making her the perfect choice for a female "Baby New Year").



But Bel's landing strip had to go, especially since the diaper we dressed her in this year was a small cotton cloth nappy one much more appropriate in size for a new-born than for a 28-year old woman. Her girlfriends shaved off her strip but there was a problem with the diaper. It just wouldn't stay up! It obviously couldn't be secured to itself around her waist (it wasn't big enough to reach fully around her and pin together) because it was it was designed literally for a new-born. It also only covered the lower half of her butt in the back and the front was more revealing than we initially planned for her, too.

One of Bel's girlfriends had on a pair of ultra low rise Calvin Klein white panties. So off those came and we snipped away everything but the waistband and put that onto Bel. We then put safety pins on each corner of the diaper/nappy (which essentially wasn't that much bigger than a washcloth), two safety pins in front and two in back, attaching it to the panty's waistband. But perhaps inevitably, both the front and back of Bel's diaper/nappy sagged away from her skin far enough that nothing was really left to the imagination of anyone standing next to her. With that in mind, Anna and I would later figure "Why not?" for something else we had considered and which came as another shock to Bel.

As we were upstairs, Anna greeted about four dozen of our friends, including both our boyfriends and their brothers and even a couple of ex-boyfriends we still got along with. Our cousins were visiting from Puerto Rico, so they came over, too, two boys and two girls. Unknown to Bel, about 60 or so people had now gathered, most of whom hadn't even seen Bel in a bikini before, half of whom she barely even knew at all!

Having given instructions to the guests for quietness, Anna called upstairs to me and Bel's girlfriends and I escorted her down the steps and into the darkened room, the TV making the only sounds of the one-minute countdown before midnight. We perched Bel up onto a chair and, just to make she she wouldn't bolt, Anna and I each held onto one of her arms to "keep her from falling" we assured her.

Then, at midnight, the lights came on, everyone screamed "Happy New Year" and then for about five seconds there was absolute silence as everyone starred at Bel, who was stunned in shock.

Then, the hooting and whistling started, along with flashes from cell phones and cameras and Bel's face quickly turned as red as a tomato. She turned to us, repeating over and over, "Oh my God! I can't believe you did this to me. Who the fuck are all these people? I can't believe this..."

She tried to bolt, but quickly realized she wasn't going anywhere and she was soon being greeted by our cousins, friends, boyfriends of friends, girlfriends of friends, friends of friends - all of whom of course wanted photos of themselves with "Baby New Year." Guys hugged her and more than one made sure to pull her sash away when pics were being taken and several slipped their hands down the back of her diaper.

Bel just kept blushing more and more with each passing minute, the look on her face being something between a forced smile and being on the verge of crying. Our 18 and 23-year male old cousins were laughing like crazy and quickly began relating to other guests that they had once seen Bel spanked on her bare butt on the beach when she was 15 by their mom because Bel had been mean to some little boys and kicked their soccer ball into the ocean.

Anna's boyfriend's younger brother and his girlfriend are seniors in the same high school Bel, Anna and I went to and told Anna and me that they couldn't wait to tell some of their professors who had also taught Bel about this. Overhearing them, up walked another guest, a woman in her late thirties named Denise, who not only taught Bel ten years ago but who still teaches at the high school. That was a total surprise to all of us; she came as the date of another guest!

"Oh, wow! How adorable you look, Belinda" she giggled. "I must get a picture of us together."

As Bel looked like she wanted to melt away into thin air, her former teacher draped her arm around Bel's waist and with her other hand pointed at the front of Bel's diaper, which a laughing Denise soon tugged downward as her date snapped off several revealing cell phone pics. Some minutes later, a still laughing Denise was seen texting away with her phone.

Bel walked over to me and whispered, "I can't believe you did this to me. She's going to show those pics to EVERYONE!"

I quickly reminded her, "Relax, Bel. Everyone already saw you naked in high school, remember?" (a gentle reminder of the time some jerks circulated nude pics of Bel and two of her girlfriends during their senior year)

"But I'm in a fucking diaper!" she whispered loudly.

"Oh, hush," I responded, as Anna walked over and said, "Here. Use this."

Grinning from what Anna handed me, I then stuck a pacifier into our older sister's mouth. The look on Bel's face was one of total defeat and she resignedly left the pacifier in her mouth as several more guests walked up to take pics.

Then two 18-year old high school senior boys walked over, dates of friends of Anna's.

"Coach Belinda?" they asked incredulously, before bursting into laughter.

Bel had indeed coached them, about five summers ago, just after she graduated college. Bel tried to hide her face in her hands, but Anna wouldn't let her and after the boys handed her their camera phones, Anna snapped off several keepsakes for each of them.

Anna would later find out that both boys have younger 12 and 13-year old brothers who will be attending the same softball/baseball camp this coming summer with several other friends their age. Poor Bel!

About half past midnight, Anna snuck around behind Bel and poured an entire glass of champagne down the back of Bel's diaper, giving me the perfect excuse to make an announcement.

"Looks like Baby Bel needs changing! Gather around, everyone," I said to a room full of hooting, clapping and laughter.

As Anna laid a baby blanket down on the floor in the center of the room, Bel looked at me in paralyzed fear, mouthing "No! Please. Not in front of everyone!"

"Oh, Bel," I told said. "Be realistic. Babies have no sense of shame or any need for modesty."

Then perhaps realizing she'd look more even foolish resisting in vain than being a good sport and complying, Anna and I eased Bel down to the floor without any further resistance. Anna then removed Bel's sash for good measure, leaving her topless save for the "X" of electrical tape covering her left nipple, until a quick thinking male guest stooped down and pulled that off, too.

Then, as the room fell silent, off came the diaper/nappy, leaving Bel completely naked on the floor on top of the baby blanket in the middle of a circle everyone formed around her. The hoots, laughter and whistling then quickly commenced and never let up, Bel cringing as cell phones and cameras snapped away.

I then carefully lifted Bel's legs up in the air and apart and then made sure she was wiped nice and clean.



Bel's former teacher and the two teenage boys she once coached stood a few feet away, busying their cell phones and cameras along with everyone else.