Naked Tommy

"Hello?"

"Hey Drew."

"Hey Stu, what's up?"

Stu looked over in the living room, where Tommy was happily playing with Spike, not a lick of clothing on him. "Quick question. Did Angelica ever go through a phase of wanting to take off her clothes?"

"Oh yeah, when she was… ah, Tommy?"

"Tommy."

Drew chuckled. "Yeah, that's fun."

"Any suggestions?"

"Oh yeah."

~MC~MC~MC~

Tommy giggled as his daddy took him up to his room. Being nakey was fun! He liked feeling things rub against his bare bottom and he could move around so much easier! Being naked was the bestest best thing ever! And he didn't care what his mommy or daddy did, he was never going to wear clothes again! He'd already shown that by tossing his diaper off whenever his daddy tried to put it on and he'd finally gotten the point!

"Alright champ," his daddy said, "mommy and I have been thinking about this for a while and now is the best time to do this!" He set Tommy down in his crib so he could grab a few things, Tommy frowning as he looked about. It wasn't time for a nap so why was he in his crib? He began to scoot around and giggled at the feeling of his blankie rubbing against his tushie. "Up we go!"

His daddy lifted him up and placed him on the changing table, Tommy frowning at that. Clearly his daddy was going to try and put a new diapie on him but he'd just toss it away the moment he did!

Only… his daddy first pulled a shirt on him. And it wasn't his favorite blue shirt either. This was a really long yellow one with duckies on it. They were nice duckies but it wasn't his blue shirt. Tommy tugged on it only to realize that his daddy had put his diaper on… and then he heard two 'snaps'.

"There we go!" his daddy said. Tommy looked down, utterly flummoxed. His shirt… wasn't a shirt. It was too long and went over his diapee and between his legs. And when he tried to tug it off… he couldn't!

Tommy grunted and wiggled but he couldn't get the long shirt off!

His lip quivered before he threw back his head and sobbed.

"Sorry champ but you need to wear your clothes," his daddy said as he picked him up and rocked him. Tommy though kept bawling his little head off and Stu finally sat down and began to rock with him.

Tommy whimpered. He was trapped! Trapped in the clothing! And he couldn't get out at all!

And even after his nap he was miserable. He couldn't figure out how to get the snappies to unsnappie!

"You know Stu," Didi said, watching Tommy wiggle and roll about, thinking he was playing, "maybe we should begin getting him into legged onesies too, so he isn't always barefoot."

"Great idea!"

Tommy whimpered.