She returns a few minutes later, dressed in a cute, pink, one-piece swimsuit, with a tiny tutu around the bottom. She looks absolutely adorable.
"Ok, Baby, Now it's YOUR turn to get ready!"
She gushed, grabbing you up, and sticking you into a light blue, one-piece swimsuit, which had rows and rows of frills across the butt. You are so embarassed now, that a few, small, tears begin running down your bright red face.
"Awwe," She cooes, don't cry. Here!" She then sticks a pacifier in your mouth, causing you even more embarrassment, but also bringing you the slightest amount of comfort.
"Good baby!" She says, placing a large, yellow, lady's hat on your head, and straping the string around your chin.
"Now we're ready!" She says, picking you up, and trapping you in the stroller.
As she starts off down the street towards the beach, you whimper behind your pacifier, blushing bright red, and crying from embarrassment and discomfort. The trip there takes quite awhile, and after a little bit, Mommy starts humming outloud. This, along with your pacifier, has a surprisingly calming affect on you, and soon your crying begins to go away. However, you soon realize that you have to pee. You try really hard to hold it in, but eventually, you lose the battle, and, sucking your pacifier for comfort, you release your bladder into your waiting diaper, letting out a defeated sigh behind your paci.
Soon after, you reach the beach, and she stops the stroller and gets you out.
"YAY! We're HERE!" She announces, pulling you out of the stroller. You on, the other hand, are not so thrilled to be here, dressed in your humiliating baby clothes, in front of all these sexy, bikini babes.
"Ok, Baby! What should we do first!" She says.