always had rather inventive punishments for my siblings and I
as we were growing up. I was the youngest, and so by the time they got
(the youngest of four) they were pretty well mellowed, and had the
punishments worked down to perfection.
So when I
brought home the "F" on my report card, I already knew I was going to
be in big trouble. It was third quarter, and I had one chance to pull it
a passing grade in the last quarter. My parents had mellowed out, as I
and they made a deal with me. Pull the grade up within the first half of
quarter, and there would be no punishment. However, if I did not pull it
that would prove that I was not trustworthy.
trustworthy than a two year old," my mother now stated, holding my
report from the first half of the grading period. I did not like the
that. It sounded like one of the famous inventive punishments was in the
Wonderful. I was probably at the very least
be grounded for the rest of my weekends until the school year was out,
the rest of my life if I didn't pull the grade up.
you were more trustworthy when you were two," my mother said. "At
least then, I always knew where you were, and what you were doing.
from now until the end of this school year, you will be a two year old."
dropped open. "What? You can't be serious..."
"Oh I am
very serious, young man," my mother said. "You will sleep in the
crib, you will drink, eat, and dress like a baby, and you will wear and
diapers! As soon as you come home from school, you will be in the
you will do your homework. Your homework will be sent home on a note
teacher, and it will be checked to make sure you are doing it. If you
around and don't do a good job on it, you will be happy to be in diapers
the padding they will give your bottom, which will be very sore." The
veiled threat was not lost on me. I knew there would be no way to get
this punishment. "If that grade does not come up, and you have to repeat
the seventh grade," my mother cautioned, "You will spend your entire
summer and your entire school year next year as a diapered little baby."
That said, my
mother lead me back to my bedroom. I saw that this punishment had
thought out and planned on, as my room was completely changed from when I
left it that morning. There was already a distinct smell of baby powder
baby lotion in the air, the bed had been replaced by a white crib with
trim and a bunny stenciled on it, the desk had been replaced with a
changing table (which matched the crib) and beside it was a diaper pail
the same bunny stenciled on it. The sheets on the crib were pink and
well. The changing table was stocked
with diapers, mostly large disposable, but also a stack of cloth, with a
of clear baby panties and a pin cushion with diaper pins beside them.
a mobile hanging above the crib with butterflies on it.
are GIRL'S things," I blurted out, before I realized just how much like a
whine it sounded. To make matters worse, I had insinuated that I would
willingly accept boy's nursery furniture.
these at an auction," my mother informed me. "They were practically
new, almost looked never used, and they were inexpensive. If I were
buy you a whole new nursery, it would be for a lot longer than just five
However, if that's what you want..."
I hurried my answer. My mother would make good on that offer if I didn't
it right then. She waited; I could see she expected me to continue.
things are fine," I said. She wanted more. "These are GREAT," I
said, trying to sound enthused. "Thank you for getting them for me."
more like it," my mother said. She reached out and began to undo my
I reached for my pants and tried to pull
away. "I can do it myself..."
silly!" she said, slapping my hands away. "Two year olds don't dress
themselves, and besides, I have to get your diapers on you. Two year
certainly can't diaper themselves, it would leak terribly."
realizing that she was actually right; if I diapered myself it would be
as a two year old diapering himself - I had no experience with diapers
My sister was the babysitter in the family. I was too young until
then I considered it a "girl's job." I fought tears of embarrassment
as the pants slid down my legs, and my underwear followed. I wouldn't
again for a long time. With me naked from the waist down, my mother
unfolded one of the disposable diapers on the changing table, spreading
back flaps with the tapes out.
wondered where she had gotten such large diapers, as she suddenly lifted
and laid me on the diaper on the changing table. I was too shocked to
protest; being picked up like that was something that no one had done to
since I was seven. She made me lay down, then
sprinkled some powder in my diaper area. Then she reached between my
pulled the diaper up through, making it very snug as she spread the
out, brought the back flaps around, and used the four tapes to secure
then ran her fingers over the waist and leg openings, to make sure it
leak I guessed, and then picked me up and put me in the crib.
She wound up
the mobile (at least it played one of my favorite tunes - Eidelweiss),
a purple pacifier into my mouth, which was still partially open in
told me to take a nap, leaving my bedroom/nursery.
true to her word, my mother came and got me from my nap at supper time.
checked my diaper, which was still dry, then brought me out in just my
to the table. My father was at work when my sister and I got home from
and did not get home until late at night, so we only saw him on weekends
some mornings if he got up early. This was fine with me tonight. My
at the table, grinning from ear to ear and staring at my diaper.
little baby boy wettums hims diaper yet?" she said to me in teasing baby
talk. There was a high chair set up at the table and my mother slipped
it, strapping me in and locking the tray in place over my hands. She
tied a bib
around my neck. Then she brought a plate of food and began to spoon feed
mashed potatoes, corn, and hot dog cut up in small pieces.
still dry," my mother commented. "He hasn't gone since school though,
so I know he will wet that diaper soon. You should just go," she said to
me. "You will have to sooner or later, so you might as well get used to
using your diapers. If you wait and flood it all at once, it will leak.
sure you don't want that happening in school."
I nearly choked.
School! They were going to make me go to school like this? I tried to
every time I opened my mouth my mother put more food in. Finally she
give me a drink of milk (from a baby bottle of course) and before she
resume feeding me I protested this way of feeding.
just feed myself?" I pleaded. "Two year olds can feed
want you to get hurt using silverware," my mother said. "I will get
you some baby silverware to use later, next weekend if you are good.
then, either I can feed you, or you can eat with your fingers." I was
with the corn and mashed potatoes then, so I said I would eat my hot dog
my fingers. I felt so childish doing so.
remembered why I wanted to be able to talk in the first place. "I have
go to school like this?" I asked.
wear diapers to school under your clothes," my mother told me. "The
school nurse will change your diaper when you need it, and all your
know you are in diapers for awhile. I realize that you may think you can
take your diaper off in school, but the nurse will be checking you at
every day. If you don't go and have your diaper checked then, she will
get you. And if your diapers are always dry, I will know you are using
potty. If I find out you have used the potty, I will extend your time in
diapers, and I will have some of your friends in school watching to make
you don't go in the restrooms."
when you get home from school, you will take your pants off, and spend
of the day in just your diaper. Your diaper will be checked once when
home from school, once after dinner, and once at bedtime. Other than
you need changed you will have to ask. You will take a nap when you
home from school, then you will work on your homework in the playpen,
will eat dinner. If you still have homework, it will be back in the
and when you finish, you may watch TV or play with your baby toys.
Bedtime is on school
nights, and on weekends,
and you will wear just your diaper and a
t-shirt to bed. You may have a night time bottle - I'm sure wetting your
won't be a problem!" I blushed at her reminder of my old bad habit.
just one more thing we need to talk about," she said. "You know on
Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays I work. I thought your sister would just
care of you when you got home from school, but she got on the
squad, and will not be home until late. So I had to get a babysitter for
When you get home, you will be going to your little friend, Stacy
house..." She was saying more, but my head was swimming and I missed
of it. Stacy was a girl I had a huge crush on, and she was in the sixth
a year younger than me!! She couldn't be my babysitter!
work out well for her too, since her parents are
nervous about her and her sister being all alone in the house until they
home from work too. So you will take your naps there. They have
crib already set up for you, I will pick you
up when I
come home from work at ."
Stacy had a sister? I didn't know that, but I also did NOT want to meet
this state. I could not believe it, and tears rolled down my face as I
with my Mom not to make me do this.
just no other way," she told me. "You should have thought of that
before letting your grades slip like this!" I was done with my supper
she let me out of the highchair, taking my bib off, and sending me to
living room with my bottle. I sat on the baby blanket she laid out on
and watched TV blankly, not even aware of what was on. I wet my diaper
as I sat
there, jumping a bit as the warm tingling sensation rushed through it. I
accepted the inevitable. My mother smiled from the couch and said she
change my diaper when she put me to bed. I just sat through all this and
worried about tomorrow - for tomorrow was Friday - my first day to be
I awoke the
next morning in my crib with a wet diaper. Vaguely I recalled awakening
night before with a need to go, and just releasing it into my diaper
too much thought. I realized there was no way I would get out of
diapers, and I
couldn't fight nature, so I might as well just use my diapers. Besides,
kind of good.
But right now
the diaper did not feel very good, for it had turned somewhat cold and
My mother entered the nursery not too long after I awakened. "Good
morning, Baby," she said cheerily, taking my blanket off. My diaper was
yellow tinged and sagged. "My goodness, someone needs a dry diaper!"
she said, picking me up and putting me on the changing table. Quickly
the wet diaper off me, cleaned me with baby wipes (causing me to jump a
since they were cold),
powdered me, and got a clean diaper on me snugly. "Maybe
Baby will need thicker night time diapers!" she commented.
For the day I
was dressed in regular school clothes. My school required a shirt with a
collar, and dress pants. Once she dressed me, I looked in the mirror and
to detect the diaper under my pants. There appeared to be a bit of a
it didn't look too bad. The crinkling was worse,
wasn't sure what to do about it. Hopefully the noise in the school would
I was once again put in the high chair, and this time my sister fed me.
spoon fed me oatmeal, which made this quite a bit like a real baby
had on a large bib, so she made sure a lot of the oatmeal dripped down
My mother did tell her not to do it so much though, since I needed my
in my tummy, not on my face. She also gave me a bottle of orange juice.
worried me a bit because it was an 8 ounce bottle, and I was used to
that - just a juice glass. I wondered if I could make it through a whole
day without wetting my diapers.
As I left, my
mother handed me an extra bag to carry. It was a whole package of extra
diapers! "Take this to the school nurse," she told me. "She
already knows you are coming with it." As I made my way to the bus stop,
took a few minutes for a side trip down the alley between two houses
There I took all my books from my book bag, and shoved my diapers
I had to carry all my books.
As soon as I
got on the bus and sat down, I felt someone quickly slide in the seat
me, and someone else slide in next to them. I looked up, right into the
Stacy. I had dreamed of her sitting next to me on the bus, but now it
good morning!" Stacy said to me, and her
next to her giggled. I looked over and saw it was Sarah Lockhart. Wonderful. I could tell she knew, as she kept
staring at my
pants, which was where Stacy's eyes kept wandering as well. "I can't
really tell," she finally said, sounding disappointed. "That's ok, I'll see them this afternoon!" I still didn't
anything, my throat turning dry, my heart racing, and my face flushed
"Well, what's the matter, cat got your tongue? Or can't ya talk yet?"
This elicited more giggles from Sarah.
Sarah knows," Stacy told me. "She comes over and we do our homework
together every evening - I could either tell her not to come anymore, in
case she would have wanted to know why anyway, or I could still have her
over and either be extremely shocked at finding you there, in the
will be in, or just tell her and save us all from embarrassment.
most of us anyway," and this time she giggled with Sarah.
little sister knows
too," Stacy said. "If you don't want anyone else
finding out, I suggest you do EVERYTHING I tell you, and no questions
I will make your life a living hell...then again, I might anyway." I
tell Stacy was enjoying this power she had over me. I was extremely
by it, what would the other kids at school think if they saw her
around, and me obeying her every wish? She was a sixth grade girl!
She noticed my
bag, and all the books in my lap. "Umm..what's
with all the books you got there?" she asked, poking them. "Why don't
you have them in your bag? Got something else in your bag, taking up
room? Let me see..."
I found my
voice, as she pulled my bag away. "Just books!
had...a lot of homework!"
the bag and looked inside. "Doesn't look like books to me," she
giggled, letting Sarah have a look as well.
Baby," said Sarah as she looked in the bag. "You told a lie! Stacy,
you should spank him for telling lies!"
"Maybe we will," she said. "We'll see how good he behaves the
rest of the day." She grabbed my hand as the bus came to a halt in front
of the school. In this way she led me from the bus and into the school.
were several looks passed between other students as they saw us holding
began to draw their own conclusions, and I got several jealous looks
guys. Stacy seemed not to notice, and just ignored them.
She walked me all the way to the nurse's office.
"I'll leave you here, Baby," she whispered in my ear. "I need to
get to my locker and to class, and I assume you have your instructions.
in the halls, and at lunch!" With this, she smacked the back of my
and left. I looked all around wildly, to see if anyone had heard the
diaper smack, but no one was looking my way. The halls were pretty noisy
I took a deep breath, and pushed open the door
can I help you?" the woman behind the desk asked me.
ummm...I have..." I couldn't think of
what to say, so I just pulled the diapers from the bag and handed them
must be Vinton. Right?" she prompted.
I nodded. "Ok, we will just put your diapers right here," she
put them inside a cabinet, "And when you need a diaper change you just
come straight here and I will change you. Ok?" Again I just nodded. When I didn't leave she said, "Do you
need changed right now?" And reached out to check
Now I found my
voice. "Um No!
I mean....I'm ok. I'm...my diaper
is...dry..." I blushed furiously having said that.
smiled at me. "Well, ok then. I guess you can go until you need changed
then. Oh, and don't forget you absolutely must come and be checked at
you don't I'll come looking for you, and I might just carry one of your
with me as I look for you."
I would not be
forgetting this appointment. I left the office and practically ran
into Sarah, who was apparently waiting for me. "I thought I would just
walk you to class," she said. "Just to make sure you aren't tempted
to make any unscheduled stops along the way."
that although this was designed to embarrass me, I was actually sort of
to have Sarah to keep me from being tempted to use the Boys' Restroom. I
undoubtedly be caught sooner or later if I resorted to that. She walked
my homeroom, and right to my seat, then
my ear as Stacy had done. "Have a good day, Baby," and then she was
"Hey! Slickster!" I turned around at my nickname to see
was calling me. It was my friend Leroy. "Slickster!" he said.
"What the hell did you do, get a sex enhancement kit or something? This
Morning I see you holding hands with that cute little sixth
her name? Stacy Thompson? And now you got Sarah Lockhart walking you to
If that's some new cologne, I want some!"
I tried to
laugh it off. "Must be...something I'm wearing today," I choked out.
Not a lie at all.
me up and down. "No Dude. That's
not it," he said. He was quite serious. Then he shrugged. "Anyways,
leave some chicks for the rest of us. Jeez!"
that perhaps this wasn't too bad after all. It was getting me a lot of
attention from certain members of the opposite sex. But on the same
was unwanted attention in this case. But
still, it DID do something for my reputation...
While I was
musing over these things, the announcements were read for the day. We
usual morning routines stuff out of the way, and headed to our first
classes - I had pre algebra. Big yay there.
unusual, but even with the diaper, I found it much easier to concentrate
my work. This increased with each class, till Fourth Period - English. I
finally had to pee.
And to make matters worse we were discussing Huckleberry Finn - a story
two boys on a raft on the .
midway through the class, the
in my diaper. Luckily, it held it all in.
After class, I hurried to the Nurse's Office. On
there, I ran into Stacy. "Well, hi!" She said. "Where are YOU
headed in such a hurry?"
I told the truth and told her I was going to the
Office. "Ohhh...ok," she said with a knowing smile and a wink that
made me blush.
I entered the
Nurse's office. This time I took a little more notice of the room, right
to the name placard on her desk that read "Nurse Wilson". She looked
up to see who had come in, and smiled upon recognizing me. "Need
changed?" she asked me. I simply blushed and nodded. "Ok, follow me
She got a
couple things out of the cabinet, including one of my diapers, and
the back. I followed mutely, to find her spreading a changing pad on a
the infirmary part of the clinic. "Are you just wet, or are you poopy
too?" she asked me.
I cleared my
throat. "Just wet," I managed to croak out. She reached out and began
to undo my belt, and I backed away.
be a lot easier if you stood a bit closer to me than that," she
stepping closer to me and this time undoing my belt. I tried to move
again, but this time she held me in place. "Relax. I've changed diapers
bigger kids than you," she told me.
In that one
moment that I was caught off guard by surprise, she quickly pulled my
pants down, exposing the diaper I was
really," she said. "Now lay down on the changing pad. It's a good
thing you came to me now, if you wet this diaper any more, you would
leaked." I lay down and she popped the tabs on my diaper, then pulled it open. I tried to get used to it,
would be less than 5 hours before I would be having my diapers seen,
and in all probability, changed, by two sixth grade girls.
She got out a
baby wipe and began to wipe me clean. I got a bit excited by this and it
visibly noticeable, but she simply ignored this as she then grabbed me
legs and lifted my bottom into the air. She pulled the wet diaper out
under me, and cleaned my bottom with the wipe, then slid another diaper
me, and sprinkled some baby powder on me before letting me down on the
diaper. She sprinkled more baby powder on my front regions, and then
diaper closed and taped it snugly on me. She let me get up, and pulled
back up for me, tucking in my shirt, and redoing my pants and belt.
that wasn't so bad now, was it?" she asked. I thought about it and
realized it really wasn't, as she rolled the diaper into its cover and
of it and the baby wipe, put the changing pad and baby powder away, and
went to wash her hands. I shook my head, causing her to smile. "And now you don't have to come back at lunch," she said,
"since it is only a half hour from now." She sat back down at
her desk, and wrote me a pass as I was late for my next class.
I left the
clinic and walked through the now quiet halls, noticing the distinct
the new diaper, and wondering if there was a way I could get into class
have to walk far to a desk crinkling noisily like this.
slipped into class quietly and as luck
would have it, I was able to grab a seat in the back. But my French
Mrs. Adams, saw me.
Dang...that old eagle eyed bat never missed anything. "Do you have a pass?" she asked me. I
held it up. "Well, don't just sit
there, bring it up to me," she
ordered. I sighed and rose from my seat and tried to move as quietly as I could
down the aisle to hand her the hall pass. I heard a few crinkles, but I figured my hearing was
fine-tuned listening for it. Hopefully
no one else would hear it.
"What's wrong with you? You walk like a 90 year old," Mrs.
Adams said. "Clinic?" she asked, looking at the pass. "Why were
you there? Sick or
something?" My mother told me all my teachers knew.
"Medicine," I came up with quickly. "I have to take
gave me the evil eye. "Try not to interrupt my class anymore," she
back the impulse to point out that if she would have left me alone when I
in, class would never have been interrupted, and returned to my seat.
was next. All the classes had lunch at the same time, and of course, Stacy and Sarah
sought me out.
"I'll get your lunch for you Baby," Stacey said, coming up behind me
in the line. "Just go with
Sarah to your seat." Meekly, I allowed Sarah to take my hand and
lead me to a table.
had a bag lunch, and Stacey brought our hot meals over to the table. "If
you are good, I'll let you feed yourself and not wear a bib," she stated
matter-of-factly, putting my tray in front of me.
"What about a baby bottle?" Sarah giggled.
"Probably needs one, but it COULD cause us potential
too," Stacey told her.
"Good point." Sarah watched me eat. "You know, you COULD
actually TALK to us," she finally commented. "We really aren't all
"Says who?" Stacey quipped, causing them both to go into
another fit of giggles.
sighed. "What's your sister's name?" I asked Stacey.
"How old is she?"
"She's 9." Stacey grinned at my obvious discomfort. "Yep,
interested in learning to babysit too. She's looking forward to this!" I was happy
that Sarah only had an older brother.
rest of the day went ok, I had to use my
I was on my way to the clinic to be changed before getting on the bus to
home when I was intercepted by Sarah. "Where you going?" she asked me.
"Ummm..I was going to the clinic," I
"Forget that, not time for it now," Sarah said. "We need
to go get a good seat on the bus...Stacey can't hold one open for all of
us forever you know.
We'll change your diaper at her house." Great. Just what I was trying to avoid!
to the bus. When Stacy saw us, she smiled wide and moved over in the
had saved. I slid in in the middle, with Sarah on the outside. Many guys from my class passed by giving rather envious glances. I
reflected that they wouldn't be so jealous if they knew what I had to put up with
from these two.
"Let's see your homework assignments," Stacy said, extending her hand. I dug in my
bag, then handed my list to her. I had to write down all my
assignments down every day. "Hmmm..this isn't
bad," she said.
"Sarah and I will do our homework while you take your nap when we get home. Then
we'll help you
though they were sixth grade girls, I knew they were both exceptionally bright, and I was
genuinely grateful for this. Maybe they WEREN'T so bad after all. Maybe.
I had to recant
those thoughts when we got to Stacey's house. Immediately upon entering,
couldn't wait to see my diapers.
for Baby's diaper change!" Stacey giggled,
leading me by the hand back to one of the bedrooms. "This is my
room," she said, as we entered. I looked around. It was actually a nice
sized bedroom, with a full sized bed, desk, and TV in it. The TV had a
hooked to it ( Editor's note: Stop laughing,
child of the 80's ok?) The walls were pink, and the carpet was a mauve
There were lace curtains, which were not making me feel any better about
privacy, since Stacey wouldn't pull the window shade. There was also a
bookshelf with several books, and some shelves attached to the wall with
knick-knacks and dolls on them.
In the corner
was where my attention was focused though. "Mom and Dad weren't going to
let me have the job at first. They didn't want baby stuff all over the
you saw the Living Room." Not really, I hadn't. Stacey and Sarah had
practically dragged me through it, but I had seen enough to know what
meant. Apparently Stacey's parents had some money - white carpeting (why
ANYONE with children have white carpeting, I wondered) and VERY
looking furniture, plus a large screen television, and several other
interesting looking things sitting around.
Stacey went on, as she reached forward and began to undo my pants,
blush deeply, "I conVintond them to let me do this as long as I kept the
baby things in my room. Plus I used quite a bit of whining and talk of
'responsibility' and stuff like that. Get up on there," she motioned me
toward the large changing table that was in the corner, next to a crib
going to be mad you changed him before she gets home," Sarah pointed
I supposed to do, leave him in a wet diaper?" Stacey asked, as she
my pants off, revealing the thick, wet diaper. "Oh my God," she said,
before she and Sarah burst into giggles.
We've got to get his diaper changed," Sarah was the first to get herself
under control, pushing me onto my back on the changing table. She popped the tabs on my diaper, as I tried
not to think about what was happening. It didn't work. She and Stacey
each other for a second, before Stacey reached forward and pulled the
open in the front. A bit of crass conversation followed. And I thought
the boys locker room could be bad. I couldn't
type exactly what
they said, this is a clean version. Sort of. Network TV instead of HBO.
a bad size really," Stacey giggled.
you'd really know," Sarah said, although she was staring as well. I also
noticed she was the first to reach for the baby wipes.
I've seen naked boys before!" Stacey retorted.
Stacey turned beet red. For once it wasn't me blushing. "Never mind
that," she said. "Just when have you seen any?"
an older brother," Sarah said, as thought that explained everything. I
decided I was really in no position to point out right now that this
wasn't a good explanation, and it looked like Stacey hadn't really
out with the baby wipe. I jumped as it made contact, since it was cold.
caused more giggling, especially from Stacey since Sarah had jumped more
had and pulled her hand back when I jumped. "Jeez, Sarah, it's not going
to burn you," Stacey said, taking the baby wipe from her, and cleaning
effectively with it, also effectively teasing sensitive areas.
Sarah then held
me up while Stacey pulled the wet diaper out from under me and cleaned
bottom as well. She slipped a dry diaper (I noted that the changing
already stocked) under me, and they sprinkled baby powder across my
When they let me down on the dry diaper, I noticed Sarah was holding a
of baby lotion, with a mischievous look on her face.
get more of a reaction with this than you got with the baby wipe," she
thought I was bad," Stacey said to me. "Be my guest," she said
to Sarah, stepping out of her way. Sarah squirted some baby lotion in
and massaged it into my skin in my diaper area, producing the desired
going to be able to sleep," Stacey giggled. "And we're not going to
be able to get his diaper on right."
this," Sarah said, touching it with another cold baby wipe. This
worked rather well, to their delight. Stacey sprinkled a bit more baby
and they pulled the diaper snug and taped it on me. I hoped this
"experimentation would not happen with every diaper change, since this
left me weak in the knees already.
the rest of the day," Stacey said to me as she helped me off the
table. She knew the rules then. She put the crib side down, and I
you going to spank him for lying this morning?" Sarah asked.
he's been good the rest of the day. Everyone deserves one warning. No
breaks though!" Stacey said. I curled up and hugged a teddy bear that
in the crib. "How cute!" Stacey exclaimed,
both girls enjoying this.
a pacifier in my mouth, and then they left the room. The ordeal had left
tired, and I finally drifted into sleep, happy for this brief nap.
As I awoke, I
forgot where I was and stretched out, my hands and feet bumping the
and footboard of the crib. Confused, I opened my eyes and looked right
clear blue eyes just a few inches from my face. Alarmed, I pulled back
bumped into the bars on the other side of the crib.
awake!" a voice said. I deduced that the voice belonged to the same
the eyes belonged to, and focused my
the bars of the crib. There I saw a girl, just tall enough to see over
of the crib, staring intently at me. She had blue eyes and long blonde
and looked a bit like Stacey. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,"
cute. The baby knows my name," she
said. I sighed; she was like Stacey in other ways too, apparently. "Hey
Stacey, he's awake now," she shouted. "Can I check his diaper and see
if he needs changed?" My eyes widened upon hearing this, especially as
put the side of the crib down without waiting for an answer.
me, Stacey came in at that point. "We just changed him before his nap;
sure he's still clean and dry," she explained, slipping her finger into
the leg opening of my diaper just to be sure. "Yep...he doesn't need
changed now," she said. Sally pouted.
"Can I at
least feed him?" she asked.
for a minute. "Well...Sarah and I have had him most of the day
already," she said. "Why not?" She
looked at me, and said, "You'll be VERY GOOD for Aunty Sally and let her
feed you and do everything she says, WON'T YOU?"
I cringed at
the reference to "Aunty Sally" and wasn't sure about the
"everything she says" part, but Stacey's earlier warning of a
spanking rang in my ears, and I had no doubt that she would make good on
it...maybe even allowing Sally to spank me. I nodded my assent.
I was led from
the crib to the kitchen by Sally taking my hand. On the way, I took note
highly expensive surroundings again. Sally kept looking at me as I
the diaper. Suddenly she said, "Hey...you know what? Babies
can't walk. You should crawl on your
hands and knees!" I was made to crawl in front of her the rest of the
I thought she just wanted a better view of my diapered bottom.
was no less expensive looking than the rest of the house. It was
furnished with a table and a breakfast nook, as well as plenty of
shelf space, plus all the appliances, small and large, to make any
cooks green with envy. Stacey saw me looking around the kitchen.
Mona makes us breakfast in the mornings," she said. "But Mom insists
on believing she can cook and she makes supper when she gets home from
unless she's going to be late. I guess sooner or later you'll probably
Mona!" I was getting used to the idea of many people seeing me in the
diapers, and this didn't bother me as much as it would have just a few
before. Still, I was confused all the same.
Mona?" I asked her.
DOES talk!" Sarah said with mock shock.
"She's the housekeeper and cook. She demanded a raise when she heard you
were going to be here, claiming a baby was going to make all kinds of
for her. So I get to take care of EVERYTHING as far as your furniture
diapers and cleaning up after you," she giggled, and pulled a highchair
from the pantry.
Sally went and
pulled the highchair out to the middle of the floor, then went to the
and came out with some jars of baby food. Stacey shook her head and
"Don't you think you better help the baby into the highchair?" she
yeah." She came and more or less watched as I
climbed into it, then fastened the belt over my diapers, and locked the
place. "This is Sally's first babysitting experience," Stacey told
me. "Maybe if she gets good enough at it everyone
be comfortable enough to let her watch you by herself if I ever can't do
Sarah had picked up the baby food jar. "Apricots," she read from the
label. "Good choice!"
Sally took the
jar from her and emptied the contents into a bowl. She brought the bowl
with a spoon, and placed it on the tray in front of me. "You eat dinner
home, but here you still get a snack," she said. "But if you're not
good, I'll give you peas or strained carrots! Oh! I forgot a bottle,"
turned to go to the fridge.
I noticed the
way the spoon was positioned in the bowl in front of me. It was SO
and they were treating me like a baby anyway...why
like one? Stacey noticed my look and put her hand to her mouth to keep
giggling. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Go ahead. She needs
learn what happens when you leave things in Baby's reach."
That was all
the more I needed. I brought my hand down on the handle of the spoon,
it to launch a spoonful of Gerber's Apricots into the air. My aim could
have been better if I had tried, it hit Sally
face just as she turned around. Sally's cheeks flushed red, and Stacey
strange choking noises as she tried to keep a straight face. Sarah had
the room, and I heard laughter from the Living Room.
over to the high chair and removed the tray. "Bad Baby!" she scolded.
"You're going to get it now!"
I looked at
Stacey, who was making no move to intercede on my behalf. "Wait!" I
said, as Sally sat down on a kitchen chair and pulled me off balance
lap. "You said she had to learn what happens if she leaves things in
shrugged. "Sure," she said non-chalantly. "She does. And YOU
have to learn what happens when Baby throws food."
I opened my
mouth to make another appeal, when there was suddenly a loud smack and a
pain in my bottom. "OUCH!" was what I said, instead of anything else.
I tried to twist to see what was going on,
couldn't possibly have packed that much wallop with her hand. I saw she
swinging a wooden spoon.
the spoon landed again, causing me to holler again. By now, Sarah had
in to watch what was happening. It wouldn't have been too bad, since I
diaper padding me, but she also gave me four smacks to the backs of my
OW...I'M SORRY!" I hollered.
going to give me any more trouble?" Sally asked, punctuating her
with another swat.
NO! No more trouble. I'll be good,"
better be," Sally warned, "Cause next time any of us has to spank
you, the diaper comes off!"
Now humbled, I
slipped back into the high chair and opened my mouth to eat my apricots
Sally did the "Here comes the airplane!" routine. Actually they
didn't taste all that bad, but I was worried...it felt as though Sally's
spanking had loosened something in that area. Would I be able to hold
messy diaper until I left Stacey's house?
the tray from the high chair and lead me to the living room then, where
on the couch, then made me sit next to her and lay my head on her lap
a whole baby bottle of milk. That part really wasn't so bad,
I was getting to like some of the attention. Afterwards, she and Sarah
back to her room where we all sat down and they helped me do my
homework. I WAS
a grade ahead, but they were both smart, and we had my homework done in
As I got up
from the chair, Sarah gave me a pat on the back of the diaper, and that
it took. I ended up with the last two days worth coming out then in my
Both girls could tell what had just happened and they looked at each
the babysitter!" Sarah said to Stacey.
thought YOU wanted to do more with him," Stacey retorted.
They were both
quiet for a minute - I had already gone and laid on the changing table -
SOMEONE was going to have to change me. Stacey's eyes lit up. "Ohhh
her on the arm. "Stacey! She's NINE! She can't change a messy
gotta learn sometime..." Stacey said. Sally came into the room and saw
on the changing table.
goodie!" she exclaimed, causing me (and I noticed Sarah doing the same)
roll my eyes. She walked right up to me, and began to undo the diaper
soon as one was open, the smell hit her. "Ewwww....Stacey....he's
MESSY!" She gave Stacey a reproachful look.
shrugged. "You SAID you wanted to change him," she said. "But if
you can't HANDLE it, then..."
Sally got a
determined look on her face. I knew she would live up to her sister's
challenge, and I just stopped my self short of pointing out that she was
to show the two older girls up. She opened the diaper, and then she
much as me as she pulled the front of it open and folded it down. Then
grabbed a baby wipe and started to clean away all
excess poop. As soon as she finished the front, the
legs up, exposing my bottom. She used two more baby wipes,
fall into the messy diaper, the rolled it up and threw it away. Sarah
Stacey looked at each other, obviously impressed. Now that the messy
over, they tried to come over and finish, but Sally stopped them.
uh!" she said. "I started his diaper change, and I can finish
it!" I actually smiled...no stupid experimentation this time, no vulgar
remarks...Sally was changing me just as she would a real baby. She even
a couple tickles, drawing giggles from me, and looks of jealousy from
older girls. I was good for her, even pushing myself up a bit so she
the diaper centered under me right, and she even did a good job on
diaper tight. She smiled and gave me a pat on my diapered bottom, "There
now...Baby is ALL clean and dry and comfy now," she said, slipping a
pacifier into my mouth.
She then left
the room, and I, not thinking, began to suck on the pacifier. "Gee,"
said Stacey. "She must REALLY like you. That's her old baby pacifier -
it's been in her room since she was a baby. I used to tease her all the
and say she must still use it, and once just a couple years ago I did
with it in her mouth." She giggled. "But now I guess she found someone
who is even more of a baby than she is!"
Touched by the
gift Sally had given to me, I continued to suck on it, and ignored
Before I had
time to wonder what would happen next, the doorbell rang. I noticed it
after and that must be my
here to take me home.
To say I was
relieved to see my Mom would be an understatement. There seemed to be a
tension between Stacey, Sarah, and Sally over how I ought to be cared
Stacey was all for humiliation, it seemed, while Sarah had been but
think Stacey was carrying it too far. Sally, on the other hand, was just
happy to treat me as though I really WERE a baby, and to be honest, were
for her age, I would have rather had her as my sitter.
But then when
my Mom took me out to the car, it was just in my diapers, and I worried
would see. I dashed to the car, but was made to go back and hug my babysitters goodbye. In the car, there was a car
Mom asked Sarah to buckle me into it while she spoke to Stacey for a
make sure I was good and had done my homework, etc.
Sarah took me
by the hand and led me to the car, and then helped me into the baby seat
began to buckle me in. She looked at me then and smiled. "I'm sorry I
teased you so much," she said. "I just wanted to say that I think
you're..." she paused and blushed. "Umm...I
think you make a really cute baby," she said quickly, not willing to
me in the eye as she said it.
I wasn't sure
how to respond. It was a compliment, yet was it a compliment I really
have? Sarah looked as though she really didn't know what to say now
as I considered my responses, I realized she was actually nervous! She
me to take it just as that - as a compliment - and perhaps also to
liked me? That was way too far out for me right then though, so I pushed
the back of my mind, but smiled for her and said, "Thank you."
relieved. "I'll try to make sure that Stacey goes a little easier on
you," she said. "But, don't expect any miracles. Stacey
is....well....Stacey is Stacey!" I thought I understood this and nodded.
By now my mother came back to the car, and soon we were going back to
like I was right - this is just the thing for you," my mother said.
"Stacey told me how much better behaved you were today, and you got all
your homework done. You've been a very good gir....boy." I looked at
wondering why she almost called me a girl. "The nursery furniture in
nursery had me thinking about a baby girl, that's all," she said, seeing
the question in my eyes. That worried me a bit.
Once we got in
the house, I wasn't sure why I wanted to go home so much. Here was more
same as I had at Stacey's house, it was just different people. And, our
wasn't as nice as Stacey's. I was hoping to get on her good side and
would let me play some games on the game system, or watch TV, or
I was at home, in a playpen, and playing with baby toys. After a few
Mom turned on
on TV. It at least distracted me, and I watched it. Soon I was giggling
different things on there - I had forgotten how much I liked that show.
By the time it
was over, Mom had supper ready, and I once again had to sit in a high
was relieved, however, that I got real food. It was cut up in little
me, but it was real food. My Mom put a bib on me, and my sister fed me,
alternately giving me drinks of milk from a baby bottle.
We watched a
little more TV after dinner, this time with me on a blanket in front of
I wet my diaper, this time without even really thinking about it, and my
changed my diaper right there in the living room. She had an extra thick
she said she bought on the way home from work that day - it would make
perfect night time diaper for me.
After she got
the diaper on me, I could barely walk for the thickness between my legs,
finally I resorted to crawling. My
mother wasn't done yet, as she held up a pink satin nightie. "New
for the Baby," she said, slipping it on me. This time I didn't bother
protesting - what would be the point. I wondered how long it would be
was being treated completely as a Baby Girl though.
Then it was
into my crib, and lights out. I had another day ahead of me tomorrow, it
When my mother
got me up Saturday morning, I had a wet diaper. I did not remember
waking up in
the middle of the night to wet it, but I must have at some point. Surely
wasn't loosing my potty training already? (Although my mother had
that this was a possibility, and when she let me out of diapers, IF she
out of diapers, I might need to be repotty trained.) Or, perhaps my body
getting used to being in diapers again and subconsciously I went back to
as far as my bathroom habits.
My mother told
me we were going to go to the Mall to get some more things for me. I of
was not enthused about this, and I tried to come up with a reason not to
"I don't think I can go out today, my stomach is upset," I lied, as
she put me on my back on the changing table.
really? Hmm.." my
mother said, as she undid my wet diaper, then pulled me up by my legs
pulled the diaper out from under me. She cleaned my front diaper area
baby wipe, then turned me over on my stomach.
"Wait right here while I get something," she instructed me. I heard
her go into the bathroom, and as she came back in the room I saw she was
a couple items. The only thing I recognized was a jar of vaseline.
She set the items down where I couldn't see them and said, "Well, I
if you are sick, then we better check Baby's temperature."
wait," I tried to get up. "I feel better, I
think it was just a wave when I first woke up!" But she pushed me back
down on my tummy and I felt her rub a dab of vaseline
in my bottom. Next I saw her shake down a thermometer, and then I felt
up my bottom. She held it there, with her hand on my bottom, for a full 7
minutes. Up to this point - the crib, the baby feedings and baby
the diapers, had not made me feel as much like a baby as the temperature
my temperature, she said, "No, Baby doesn't have a fever. Ahh, I think I
know JUST what Baby needs!" And with that, I felt her shove something
up my bottom. "There now, I know that will help Baby's tummy feel better
once it works," she said, powdering my bottom, then turning me over and
putting a clean diaper under me. She pulled the diaper closed, and taped
snugly in place, then covered it with a pair of yellow tinted plastic
I noted how
much louder the panties made the rustling of my diaper, and noted also
color and the pattern with cute little ducks with dismay.
listen," my mother said to me. "We are going to have to be able to
check your diaper and change you easily while we are out, and we are
have to take you into the Ladies Room possibly in some places to change
Therefore, it would be much better if you looked like a little girl. At
rate, you can either where a cute skirt and blouse, which will cover
diaper for the most part, or you can wear a
and just your diaper - which will it be?"
told my mother I would wear the skirt. Sooner or later they would find a
get me into one anyway, and besides, at least this could in a couple
down my embarrassment. My sister came in and dressed me in a cute pink
with lace on the sleeves and front of it, and then a pink jumper type
that went with it perfectly. Pointing at my legs, she asked if I wanted a
of tights to hide the last parts that still looked boyish on me (After
my hair with a part in the middle and bangs in the front) and I nodded.
were pretty hairy even at that age, and would have given me away. The
she pulled on and up over my diaper covered the hair, and pushed my legs
very nice shape - looking in the mirror, I was surprised to see I did
look very little girlish.
But now that I
was dressed, I was having a little problem. I could feel the need to go
bathroom growing very strong, stronger with each second it seemed. I was
walking down the hallway to the kitchen, when I suddenly stopped, and
a little yelp as my bottom seemed to explode the mess into my diaper. To
matters even more embarrassing, I began to cry, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror - looking every bit the part
toddler girl who just had an accident in her diaper and needed a diaper
Of course I
realized that whatever my mother had given me to make me "feel
better" that morning was what made me mess my diaper uncontrollably, but
that didn't matter now as she picked me up and comforted me, and took me
to my nursery for a diaper change.
As my mother
changed my diaper, I considered the situation I was in. I was going to
wearing, wetting, and messing diapers for the next five weeks at least,
regardless of what I did about it, and if I acted good and did
everything I was
told for those weeks, I had a much better chance of getting out of
the end of that time. Besides, pulling up my grade should not be too
Stacey and Sarah's help, and who wanted to repeat the Seventh Grade. By
time my diaper was changed, I was resigned to wearing the diapers, and
to do better. My mother was right, the diaper discipline WAS working.
breakfast of oatmeal, which my sister gleefully got all over my face and
I looked more like a real baby, and a baby bottle of orange juice, we
indeed go shopping. I cringed as I watched my mother put a baby stroller
car. "Mom....a stroller???" I asked.
you, you are to be a complete toddler," my mother said. "You need to
be in a stroller. Now if you don't behave, I'll just call Stacey and
go with us and take care of you - I am sure they could find lots of your
friends at the mall to show you off to." I settled down at the threat -
she had found the perfect way to get me to behave.
At the mall,
my mother took me into a baby supply store and bought several more
said we would need. Like
baby silverware so I could at least feed myself. The salesgirl in
store came over and began to play with me.
hello there Sweetheart, what's your name?" she spoke to me as you would
a baby. "Are all these things for you?" I noticed my mother had
loaded a training potty into the cart, and realized they all would know I
in diapers now. "How old are you?" she went on. I realized she really
didn't expect an answer. What was WRONG with this chick,
was she dense or something? Couldn't she see how old I really was? Then I
looked in a nearby mirror and realized - nope.
She couldn't, and right now, I was confused about it myself, as I
without thinking about it wet my diaper. After it was wet, I thought I
shouldn't do that anymore, since it would make me lose my potty
would have to try to remember to hold it, and notice when I went potty. I
"to the bathroom" I thought to myself, correcting the babyish term in
myself from these thoughts and tried to focus on what was going on as
girl was now talking to my Mom. "Yeah, they just opened it, and it's
great," she was saying. Just opened what? "The girls are all
professionally trained, and I don't think there is a size limit...I
your baby girl is a bit big," she winked at me as she noticed I was
has some 'special needs'," my mother answered. Oh great, NOW they would
think I was retarded. But what were they talking about? I wondered.
you should at least take her by and see if they would do it. It makes
a lot easier for the parents, and when you think about it, it's not all
expensive. I think they charge $5.00 an hour per child."
This did not
sound good to me. But apparently it did to my mother. "Thanks for
me about it," she said. "I believe we'll go see about it right now!
Well, right after we change her diaper," she said, as she checked me.
smiled. "There are diaper changing tables right back there," she
said, indicating an area with a sign that read "Diaper Changing
Station". My mother and sister went back pushing my stroller. As we
in, my sister looked at some vending machines.
"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "They have diapers in
these machines, and they actually have a baby diaper big enough to fit
looked at the machine. "I'll be darned," she said. She put some money
in and got one out. I noticed it was super thick. "Well, I said we would
have to get some thicker diapers for you," she said, looking it over.
She spread out
a changing pad from my diaper bag on the table, then
lifted me onto it. I had much more embarrassment, as while she was
the salesgirl walked in. "I just wanted to tell you about the diaper
vending machine," she said, "but I see you already found them. Isn't
that great, them making the bigger baby diapers now? I figured they
probably fit her," she said as she looked at me. "OH!.......HIM!...."
She exclaimed, obviously shocked.
basically ignored the shock over me being a boy, and asked her if the
sold these diapers.
the girl looked at her. "Oh...oh umm...yeah. Yes, I'll go get a pack for you for
her...him...." She practically ran from the changing area as my sister burst out with laughter.
salesgirl got back, she had composed herself. "We have diapers for boys
and diapers for girls, and the unisex diapers," she said. "I wasn't
sure if you would want the girl diapers or the unisex, so I brought them
fine," my mother told her. "We'll take both, that way if the girl
diapers don't work, we'll just use the unisex."
uses the unisex on my sister at night because she sleeps on her
the salesgirl said. "Diapers for girls have more padding in the middle,
but if they sleep on their stomach, it's not going to work. But, if he
sitting down or standing when he wets his diapers, the girl diapers
just fine for a boy...the ones we sell in the machines are unisex."
guess we better make these purchases and go check out that new place you
us about," my mother said. I still had no idea what she was talking
and wished I had been paying closer attention. We went through the
then headed out into the mall. I was embarrassed being pushed around in a
stroller, but my embarrassment was about to get much worse.
We stopped in
front of a door that had a sin reading "Little Mall Tykes" above it.
"Guess this is it," my mother said, pushing the door open. We went
down a short hall, and then through another door into a large open room
looked something like a warehouse that had been converted into a....I
realized what it was with horror. A
A young woman
was sitting at a desk when we came in. "Hello," she said, standing as
we came in. "My name is Cathy...how can we
introduced herself and my sister, then said,
were told about you down at "BabyDays". They said that you might
watch my "Baby Girl" while we shop." She looked
around the room, as I had been
doing, and saw mostly children from about 4 and down. "But it looks like
"she" may be too old..." she went on.
no, not at all!" Cathy said. "All the
girls here are specially trained, and I am sure quite able to handle
you be sure?" my mother asked. "What kind of training do you
widely. "Oh, Angela," she called. "Could you come here please?
And bring Tamara with you." Two girls came, one about 20 and the other
about 16. "Tammy (she indicated the 16 year old) is being trained right
now by one of our best trainers, Angela. Every girl is put through the
exact program. Show our guests how you are trained, Tammy," Cathy
hotly, Tammy took hold of the hem of the skirt she was wearing and
showing us all she was wearing thick pink diapers. "The kind BabyDays
sells now," Angela said, patting Tammy's diaper. "Are you still
dry?" she asked Tammy.
Ma'am," Tammy said in a babyish lisp, then looked at us and blushed
finally looking at the ground.
gets made fun of, because we all have done exactly the same training,"
Angela explained. "We feel the best way to be in tune with a baby's
is for you to BE the baby for awhile. Each employee spends two weeks in
training, starting in diapers as a baby, and then the second week in the
room, in training panties. We treat them just like we treat the babies.
they have a third week of training, in which they take care of one of
"big baby" employees. If there are no new employees, one of the
current employees will be the big baby for that week." Tammy was now
sucking on a pacifier, and Angela sent her back to the baby room. After a
minute she followed.
Cathy told us,
"Some of the girls find they like wearing diapers a bit longer - there's
never any problem finding one to act like a baby for a week. Besides,
get paid for it, and all they have to do is be a baby."
My mother was
impressed. "This sounds like a wonderful training program," she said,
"And I can see you obviously can deal with big babies. How do I get my
baby girl in here then?"
"Just sign this list and let us make a copy of your driver's license,
leave her to us!" I did NOT want to stay here, and tried to get out of
that," my mother told me. "You can get out when these nice girls get
I won't stay!" I answered obstinately.
My mother calmly pulled me up in the stroller seat, lifted my skirt, and
walloped my diapered bottom about 20 times very hard.
ok, I'll be good!" I promised, as she smacked my bare thighs a couple
times for good measure. Cathy brought back my mother's license, and then
got behind my stroller and pushed me through all the staring toddlers
the Baby Room.
Baby Valerie," my mother called after me. "We'll be back at for you!"
As far as the
babysitters here knew, "Valerie" was my real name. "Isn't
that such a pretty name, Baby
Valerie," Cathy commented. She went
on, not really expecting an answer. "Well, you know Miss Tammy and Miss
Angela, and the other sitters are Miss Tricia and Miss Brittany," She
said, indicating the other two, both blonde haired young girls. Miss
was obviously training like Miss Tammy, as I could see her bulky diapers
the babyish overalls she had on.
I found out
differently when Miss Cathy told me that Tricia was the girl who was
now in her third week, and taking care of "Baby" .
"The overalls make it so hard to change a baby," she said, "but
some mothers just insist on dressing their children in them.
likes to tease her trainees by wearing them at least a couple days out
week." She leaned down and whispered as she undid my stroller belt,
"Personally, I think
likes being the Baby. We've only been training girls for three months
has already volunteered to be a baby four times! .....You could learn to
it too," she said with a wink, as I got out of my stroller. She gave me a
light smack on the diapered bottom then, saying, "Okay, go play now,
I toddled off
obediently to play with some blocks I had seen. They were the big
of Lego blocks - I had always liked legos. I wondered what in the world
Cathy had meant though - that I might learn to LIKE being a baby? Did
really like it?? I had to find out.
I watched and
learned that the older "Babies" helped out quite a bit in caring for
the real babies. They also got treated
like the real babies in a few respects, especially relating to diapers. I
very shocked to see Tammy get her diaper changed right out in the open
changing table, like any other baby girl. I saw
get spoon fed some baby food while she wore a bib and sat in a high
well, and I also saw both Brittany and Tammy get baby bottles.
I figured if I
got close enough to ,
could wet my diaper and let her check me, and maybe I could talk to her
she changed me. Unfortunately, I was so deep in thought,
I forgot that they all thought I was a girl. I came over to the
was by, and began to pretend to play in it. Then I let loose and
soaked my diaper, so much so that it began to sag a little and could be
beneath my jumper hem.
had been watching me (actually all the girls had kept a closer eye on me
on any of the other babies ever since I got there), and noticed my wet
right away. "Looks like some little girl needs a change," she said.
When she said "little girl", I thought at first she had noticed
someone else and I was going to miss my chance, but suddenly she had
up and carried me to the table.
At this point
I remembered they all thought I was a girl, and I wondered what would
She quickly pushed my dress up out of the way and undid the diaper
she pulled the diaper down in the front. "Oh!......Valerie, you're a
BOY!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. Of course at this the other
rushed over to see.
are you?" asked Tricia, noticing I already had some hair growing. I
blushed and told them my real age - 13. "I KNEW you weren't anywhere
the age of a real baby!" she said.
giggling at me and the other girls looked amused, and even
some of the older toddlers were pointing
and laughing. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I had an
savior. "Aww...don't tease her! Leave her alone!"
told them. "She's not a REALLY a boy anymore than she is REALLY
13.....she's too cute. She's just an adorable little baby girl, aren't
Sweetheart?" she said, getting the baby wipes out and looking in my eyes
with a smile as she cleaned me. I blushed and put my thumb in my mouth,
started to do the same thing I had done when Sarah experimented with the
lotion. smiled a
bigger and ignored it, sprinkling baby powder and slipping a new pink
under me. Finally, she used a practiced flick with her fingers on the
my knees and on the inside of my thigh, making me deflate like magic.
trick I picked up in nurse's training," she told me as she pulled the
diaper up tight and taped it. She lifted me down and said, "Okay, all
done. You can go back to playing in the dollhouse now." I suddenly
remembered why I wanted changed by her to begin with.
went up. "Goodness - she talks!" she teased. "Hurry up
and ask what you want though - Miss
needs to get her diaper changed."
what I wanted to ask," I told her. "Don't you hate wearing diapers
and being treated like a baby?"
looked around to make sure the others weren't listening. When she was
knelt down next to me. "I take it you aren't babied because you WANT to
be, then?" she asked me.
I shook my
head emphatically. "No way!!....Why would anyone WANT to be babied?"
She gave a
little smile. "You didn't seem to think it was so bad when I was
your diaper a minute ago."
"That's different. You were....touching me there and stuff...that would
happen to anybody!"
thumb sucking - is that part of it too?" she asked coyly. I didn't have
answer for that. "A couple things you might want to think about,
then," she said. "One - everybody loves babies...especially girls, if
that's your thing. They are cute and adorable. Two, babies don't have as
responsibilities...no one is expecting you to grow up and "act your
age." Three, it's nice to be taken care of. And four, when you really
think about it, diapers are great...no worries about finding a bathroom,
are thick, soft, warm, and comfortable.....you'll find out they are warm
winter... Anyway, to sum it up, there
are a lot of great things about being a baby...so what's so great about
grown up?" she finished. I was dumbfounded, and again had no answer for
She smiled and
patted my diaper. "Why don't you let Miss
get her diaper changed, and then she will come and help you learn how to
fun like a baby girl," she said enthusiastically. With a sales pitch
that, how could I resist?
about what she said, while I pretended to play with the dollhouse again
secretly watching 's
change (Hey - she got to see mine). Before I was diapered, Stacey and
Sarah wouldn't give me the time of day. Now they spent all their time
I even had someone to eat lunch with, and walk me to class in the
morning. Before I was diapered, other things kept
from getting my homework done...now I was doing it, and with Stacey and
help I knew my grades could improve. And on top of that -
was right. Diapers felt really good.
came back over after Miss Angela changed her and knelt down next to me.
next hour, she showed me how to play with a dollhouse, with dolls, and
tea party set, and was holding me in her lap reading me a story
when my mother and sister arrived to pick me up. My mother looked
when she saw I was actually having fun, and was even more surprised when
asked her if I could go back again next weekend. But, I thought I saw a
tug at the corners of her mouth. "We'll see, if you're good," she
told me. The irony of a punishment now turning into a reward was not
to eat in the food court, and I was not surprised when they got a high
for me. I felt a little silly and conspicuous sitting in a high chair at
size, but I noticed that after the first few glances of Mall Patrons in
most went back to their own conversations and ignored me. Maybe they
had a mental handicap or something. My mother tied a bib around my neck,
allowed me to eat real food (even if it was a Happy Meal). My drink she
hesitate to put in a baby bottle, of course. That wasn't too bad,
I usually like to take awhile to finish my drink, and as long as it was
baby bottle, no one in the stores would stop me from carrying my drink
mother buckled me back into the stroller, I noticed a group of four
girls at a
table nearby watching me closely. It wouldn't have bothered me more than
others who had been staring at me in the mall, but then I realized
these four girls went to my school. They weren't a year younger than me
Stacey and Sarah either; they were in my grade.
were talking quietly, but we were close enough that if I strained, I
"You're crazy, Samantha," said the tall blonde girl. I think her
name was April. "She doesn't go to our school, we'd have seen her!"
HAVE seen her, somewhere," said the shorter girl, apparently Samantha.
"I'm sure of it!"
"Oh come on," the third girl was Melanie. "We'd know if
there was some girl in school that had to wear diapers. It would be all
"Maybe she hides them," Samantha countered.
"No, she'd have to undress for PE. Everyone would see her diapers
"Maybe she doesn't take PE."
"Everyone has to take PE," Melanie answered. "It's
required...even that girl with leg braces last year had to take PE.
she looks like she has a problem to me, they even fed her like a baby.
probably goes to a special school."
wasn't conVintond. "I
don't know," she said again. "I'm just SURE I've seen her, and I'm
almost positive it was in school."
fourth girl, Jennifer, didn't join in the conversation at all. She just
me with a small smile. I realized that the three who had been speaking
idea who I was - they even thought I was a real girl. But I had a
Jennifer knew...would she tell everyone? Even if she didn't know exactly
was yet, I was pretty sure from the way she was looking at me that she
figure it out soon enough.
realized, if my mother was going to continue bringing me out in public
as a baby, especially as a baby girl, sooner or later we would run into
I knew, and then my life would be ruined!
The next day,
there were several people I knew who saw me dressed as a baby girl, as
mother took me to church. She came in my
nursery in the morning, and changed my diaper which was wet and messy,
got out a big pink dress. I had been wondering what would happen as far
church, and now I saw. My outfit consisted of the diaper, white tights,
dress (which had a petticoat attached under it to make it stand out, and
extremely short...enough to show my diaper bulge under my tights), a
ribbon, and Mary Jane shoes. I don't know WHERE she found a pair big
me, but they were JUST like the kind little girls wear, with buckles and
of patent leather.
I begged her
not to take me to church like this, even down to telling her the people
would say it was sinful. She replied that as soon as she told them it
punishment, and what for, they would be in agreement with her method of
discipline (most of them did).
My chagrin was
multiplied when we got there, and she took me straight to the nursery.
there that week was Nira, with her daughter April helping her. April was
that I had had a crush on, who was 2 years younger than I.
She turned around and saw me as my mother explained
the situation to Nira, and burst into uncontrollable giggles.
me into the nursery and put me in one of the playpens, telling April to
me. As soon as she was out of earshot, tending to some of the "real"
babies, April started in on teasing me. "Goodness, I THOUGHT you were
kinda cute as a 13 year old boy, but I can see I was wrong. That was
compared to how cute you are now! I don't think I'd want to go out now
having to stop in the middle of a date to change your diaper might get
weird. And besides - you might be cuter than me."
I tried to
ignore her at first and concentrated instead on a Raggedy Anne doll that
the playpen. Then I realized I was making myself look worse - playing
dollies. I decided to put the doll to better use and threw it at April.
course, I've heard other girls saying that all boys act like babies, but
didn't know it was so literal, and - ACK!" The doll bounced right off
side of her head. "Hey!" She looked to see if her Mom was paying
attention, then pulled me up by my arm and swatted me twice, hard, on my
diaper. The swats were a lot louder than she intended, and Nira turned
at the sound in time to see the second swat land.
She might have intended to give me more of a spanking, but she dropped
at the sound of her mother's voice and I dropped back into the playpen.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady??" her mother said to
was throwing things," April defended her actions. I decided to make the
most of what was turning into an interesting situation and started
the playpen. I was always pretty good at making it look as though I was
what you've done! She was throwing things is no excuse; babies throw
do not HIT them for it!" Nira had taken April's wrist and dragged her
to a chair, where she sat down and pulled April over her knee.
Mom - wait!
I won't do it aga...." Nira, nonplussed by April's pleas, pulled
her dress up in the back and landed two swats to the seat of her
as April had done to me. "Ow
OWW!" April cried out. She didn't have the extra protection of a
diaper like I had.
more because you ought to know better!" Nira said, landing one more hard
swat to April's bottom. "Now, you tell her you are sorry."
"I - I'm
sorry!" April cried in my direction.
catch you doing that again, you'll get a lot more than three swats, and
won't just be on your panties either," Nira warned April. "You go and
sit in the time out chair for a few minutes."
I had stopped
trying to pretend to be crying and was watching with wide eyes by this
Nira came over and checked my diaper, which was still dry, then told me
to be a
good girl and pushed a pacifier into my mouth. April was sitting in a
facing the corner. Nira then went back to the other side of the nursery,
mind came up with a rather mischievous idea. I had several other toys in
I made sure Nira
wasn't watching, then sent a plastic ring sailing toward April.
"OUCH!" April wheeled around to glare at me.
Nira warned her.
still throwing stuff at me!" April complained.
"First she needs to be warned then." She walked over to the playpen
and lightly smacked my hand. "NO!" she told me. "Baby mustn't
throw things. If you do that again, you'll be spanked."
I wondered if
Nira's spanking would be like Sally's on Friday had been. I decided it
not be, since she didn't have a wooden spoon. Plus, I had tights
legs today, and smacks on the diaper, though loud, did not hurt that
soon as Nira turned around, I thought, "Babies throw things..." and
launched a plastic ring of keys at the back of April's head.
was a perfect hit....which ALMOST made what happened next worth it.
Unfortunately, Nira turned around just in time to see it.
I just tell you!?" Nira demanded, as she pulled me up out of the
I didn't answer, and she asked again.
not to throw stuff..."
did I say would happen if you did?"
you would...s - spank me..." I whimpered.
Nira pushed me
over her knee. "Normally babies are spanked on their diapers, but you're
such a big baby I don't think that will do any good with you." With that
she tugged my tights down, and undid my diaper!
I was a little scared now as she brought her hand down hard
I yelped, just in time to hear the second slap land and feel the sting
"Now, when I tell you (WHACK) not to throw things (WHACK) I EXPECT
you to obey me! (WHACK!) Is that understood? (WHACK WHACK WHACK)"
By now I was
crying freely and kicking my legs, but she kept spanking until I managed
"Yes," that I understood, and a promise that I would be good from now
on! My bottom felt like a hundred bees were stinging it. Finally, she
spanking me, and taped my diaper snugly back on, pulling my tights up
I spent the
next 15 minutes in the time out chair, which I realized was actually a
chair as she snapped the tray in place in front of me. I didn't throw
things at April after that, and she didn't tease me anymore either.
Since I was
good the rest of the time, Nira wouldn't let April watch when she
diaper, and she didn't tell my mother I had got a spanking when she
up. Part of the reason I was so good the
rest of the time was that Nira had threatened to let April spank me and
my diaper if I was bad again!
I had the
added embarrassment of going out to eat after church. My mother, of
insisted on getting a high chair for me. The waitress, to her credit,
miss a single beat when my mother asked for the chair, also grabbing a
children's menu and a bib for me, and asking my mother if she had a
would like filled for me. My mother drew a bottle from my diaper bag,
was brought back promptly, filled with milk.
I felt very
vulnerable as I sat in the high chair with a short dress, tights,
bib on. It felt like every person in the place was staring at me, but,
the first few longer than usual glances in my direction, most people
shrugged or made funny faces and went back to eating. I ate my food -
strips and french fries - with my fingers, and drank my bottle without
any trouble. The spanking I got that morning was still with me, and I
to have the padding of my diaper right now.
are being good," my mother complimented me. "See? I was right...this
treatment IS just what you need.
laughed and decided to add her two
cents. "Sure, SHE'S good now, but just wait til she has a wet or messy
DIAPER. She'll get fussy then!" She had said the word diaper loudly
to cause several others to turn and look.
now," my mother told her. "Your little sister is being good now.
Don't tease her."
I thought. When did that happen? "Sister?" I said.
looked at me. "Well, you have so many girl things. And you DO make a
cute baby girl. And, it is easier on us to take care of you if you are
as a baby girl. I think for the most part that is what you will be.
when you are in school."
I sighed, but
dared not wonder if it could get much worse. Every time I did think it
couldn't, it did.
As I thought
about that, a warm wetness suddenly filled my diaper, and I realized I
wet without really thinking about it. When (and now I had to think
"IF") my mother did let me out of diapers, I may have to be
re-potty-trained! I shifted in the wet diaper, and my sister said, "See?
Now her diaper is wet, and she's going to get fussy!"
baby's diaper wet?" my mother asked me. Without waiting for an answer,
simply pulled my dress hem up, pulled the front of my tights down, and
her finger in the leg opening of my diaper. Now everyone had a great
view of my
thick diapers - I was so shocked my mouth just fell open as she said,
- baby needs a dry diaper."
announcement, she took me from the high
chair and led me back to the Ladies' Room. I was so embarrassed
went in, her carrying a diaper bag, and then she took my change pad out
spread it on the pull down changing deck. "Good thing these can hold up
400 pounds," she said, as she lay me on it. She pulled my dress up and
of the way, and then pulled my tights down.
she was getting my diaper off, a mother
came in with her little girl, who was about five or six. Her mother took
the stall, and I heard her say, "See that? If you keep wetting your bed,
I'll have to put you back in diapers like that little girl!" My mother
continued changing me, cleaning me and putting baby powder on me, and
putting the dry diaper on me. By the time the mother and the little girl
out, my mother already had my diaper pulled into place and was doing the
on it. She fixed the tights then, Let me down and fluffed my dress out.
little girl watched all this with keen interest, and then my mother went
to wash her hands.
is your daughter?" the lady asked Mom.
HE's twelve," my mother told her
the truth. "He's being punished."
The other lady looked interested. "I have an eight year old boy getting
trouble all the time. Does it work?"
motioned toward me. "Looks like it, doesn't it? And this is only after a
couple days." The lady was impressed, and once again looked at her
remember," she told her. "You have six more years until you are
twelve. You are definitely not too old to be put in diapers!" The little girl looked as embarrassed as I
smiled. "Yes, Mr....or should I say MISS, big shot here thought he was
old to be diapered too." She patted my diapered bottom. "Sometimes
you just have to show them that Mommy knows best." She took my hand then
and led me out of the restroom, back to
my high chair.
mention that by this time my Dad had seen me diapered and in dresses.
he had, since he took us to church and he was with us eating now. He
said anything about it, really, until my mother put the bib on me and
you think you may be taking this a bit far?" he asked, as my mother fed
all," she answered. "Don't you see how his behavior has improved
already?" Dad couldn't argue with that. Neither could I, come to think
it. And, my mind kept wondering back to the daycare on Saturday...that
actually been fun. Maybe this was not so bad after all.
shrugged. "Okay. But when he wants to wear diapers and dresses when he
30, don't say I didn't warn you." Weird statement, I thought. Thirty?
Dang, that was OLD. I pretty much doubted my mother would still be
at that age!
I awoke to the
sound of my mother's alarm in the next room. I always slept pretty
could hear most things in any other part of the house. I heard her get
noted that my diaper was wet and I could not remember having woke up to
during the night - I was actually beginning to get used to my diapers! I
back asleep, but a few minutes later my mother came in, put down my crib
and told me to get on the changing table.
I was actually
not too comfortable in a wet diaper, so I moved quickly to do what she
She took my pajamas off, then told me to go wash up a little. My sister
as I scampered across the hall naked into the bathroom. "Mom, shouldn't I
help the baby get washed?" she called.
good idea," my mother called back to her, and I sighed as she came into
the bathroom and began to "help" me
wash. Actually, she didn't so much help me as just take the
and do it herself. Afterwards, she dried me off, and used a ton of baby
girls in school are going to notice the baby powder smell on you today,"
she said with a wicked smile. She also brushed my teeth for me, and put
deodorant on me. Then I ran back to my Nursery, where my mother lifted
up onto my changing table, and put me in a nice thick diaper. She
dressed me in
normal jeans and a t-shirt, and I felt good to be dressed like a boy
even if I DID have to wear the diapers. After my hair was combed and we
breakfast, it was time for me to catch the school bus.
It was Monday,
which of course meant I would have my three babysitters again that
after school. I wasn't sure if I dreaded it, felt indifferent about it,
looking forward to it. I think it depended on who I was thinking about
babysitter. Stacey I dreaded, since she teased me so much. But, then
also turned me on (not that I realized it all that much at only twelve
old). Sarah was kinda nice, and I wouldn't have minded just having her
babysitter. Sally was very young, but also very good at babysitting. I
felt a little bit sorry for plastering her with the baby-food Friday.
Especially in view of the fact that she didn't tell on me when my mother
me up. I SHOULD have got Stacey with it,
I thought with a slight giggle.
funny?" Stacey asked as she slid into the seat next to me. Ever present
Sarah was right behind her, grabbing the last seat on the bench.
I stuttered out, blushing.
once again staring at my pants. "I really wish it were easier to see
diapers under those!" she said.
As she had
promised me she would do, Sarah actually stepped in. "You know, Stacey,
should be more careful to help make sure his diapers AREN'T discovered
school. If they are, he'll be a laughingstock...and so will anyone else
hangs around him. Namely, us!"
we'll...we'll just tell everyone we babysit him..." Stacey said, more
a little thrown off by Sarah's rebuke. Stacey apparently was not used to
anyone disagree with her, much less Sarah.
will somehow make things look better for us?" Sarah pointed out.
"Umm...well. Wow. Well, maybe you have a point,"
Stacey offered. I realized this was as close as she could possibly come
saying "You are right and I am wrong." "But, I am
STILL going to baby him as
much as I can at school," she declared. Right...I expected any less?
When we got to
school, Sarah talked Stacey into letting her be the one to walk me to my
and then to class again. First she made me go with her to her locker.
"Something VERY interesting was told to me over the weekend," Sarah
would that be?" I asked nervously.
you know, I have a cousin named Jennifer," she started. I jumped...it
couldn't possibly be...
and some of her friends were at the Mall Saturday," she went on. "She
told me she saw me holding your hand on Friday, and she wanted to know
much I knew about you. When I asked her why she wanted to know, she said
had seen a person dressed just like a big baby GIRL at the mall, and it
an awful lot like you. Now, of course, that couldn't POSSIBLY have been
seeing as you are a baby BOY, not a GIRL, right?" She looked at me, an
amused expression on her face.
I couldn't think of anything to say, my heart pounding.
tell her," Sarah said. "But Jennifer knows. If she doesn't, she's
going to soon. Maybe she won't tell anyone else, I don't know...I'd be
nice to her if I were you. And, I'd also hope that Stacey doesn't find
find out about WHAT?" A voice said. I jumped. Stacey was standing right
Sarah started to say. I put my hand over her mouth, spotting a teacher
He looked toward us, but didn't say anything, then went back into the
classroom. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," she whispered to
narrowed. "I DO hope you aren't keeping secrets from me!" She said.
She'd find out sooner or later anyway, I might as well tell her now. "I
was at the Mall Saturday dressed like a baby girl," I told her. "Some
of the girls from school saw me, but I think only one knows it was
Stacey put her
hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "A baby GIRL?" she
finally got out. "Hmm...this definitely has some possibilities!"
do you mean?" I asked her.
mind, Baby. You'll find out soon enough!" Was all she would tell me.
Sarah held my
hand and walked me to class. I could tell she felt bad for me. As we
restrooms, she said, "I'll let you go and use the potty and not tell on
you if you want."
about it. "Nahh...I might mess up the diaper and end up having it leak
when I do have to use it. I'd only end up using the diaper by the end of
day anyway, and I can get changed quickly enough when I do wet it. To be
with you, it really isn't that bad. I just wish Stacey would lighten up
worry," Sarah told me. "I have a feeling she will, just don't worry.
I'll take care of you," she said with a smile.
I went to my
home room. We always had that at the beginning of the day, where they
attendance and read the announcements and so on. Jennifer
was in the same Home Room as me, and
when I sat down, she immediately took a seat next to me. I saw Leroy in
back of the room look as though he nearly swallowed his tongue. Several other guys stared jealously as well.
This lead to Jennifer's Clique - Polly, Kelly, and Genelle - also taking
close by. Shoot. I hoped
they wouldn't hear my diapers, and
that Stacey's claim from Friday morning ("I can't really tell...")
was true. Jennifer didn't really talk to
me, nor did her group, but the fact that SHE sat down next to ME was not
overlooked. As we left Home Room, Leroy came up from behind me.
boy...WHAT are you DOING?" he said.
you mean?" I knew perfectly well what he meant.
been trying to catch her eye ALL YEAR!" he lamented. I knew he meant
Jennifer, and decided to have some fun with it.
I can put in a good word for you with Polly," I said. Polly was a
cheerleader, and sweet. Earlier in the
year she had had a crush on a guy named Tim Thacker, and everyone had
her by saying "Polly wanna Thacker?" (True story)
Dude," Leroy said while I snickered. "You got Sarah...you don't need
didn't exactly ASK for her," I pointed out. "For that matter, I
didn't ASK for Sarah or Stacey either."
THAT'S the key," Leroy said more to himself than me. "Act like you
don't care....yeah!" He went off, presumably to make it appear to girls
that he didn't care. I sighed. Maybe one
day....a LONG TIME from today, I would tell him what the "key" was.
But not today.
At lunch, I
observed as somewhat of a race appeared to take place between Jennifer
to see who would get to my table first. Stacey came this time and got me
line, allowing Sarah to get our lunches, so of course this meant Sarah
Stacey won. I wasn't sure if I was pleased about that or not, but I
the cold look Jennifer shot at Stacey as they walked by the table. Stacey held her own, shooting back a look
that could have melted lead, and holding that gaze until Jennifer looked
Of course, Jennifer and her clique would not sit down with Stacey and
there. Seventh graders do NOT sit with SIXTH graders!
with our lunches then. "What's up your cousin's butt?" Stacey asked
Sarah looked a
bit nervous, and answered, "I don't know," as she shrugged.
laughed. "Maybe it's 'that time'," she suggested.
I noted we had
applesauce with our lunch. I also noted that Stacey took notice of this.
my sloppy Joes quickly, hoping that I could finish my lunch before
that she wouldn't have a chance to do what I had a feeling she wanted to
finished my sandwich and went for my spoon.
uh," Stacey said teasingly, as she easily switched her sandwich to one
hand and grabbed my spoon with her other. Dang. "Baby doesn't have a bib
and might get messy feeding applesauce to himse....excuse
Stacey teased. "I'LL feed you your applesauce. Unless of course you
like Sarah to go find a suitable bib for you? I'm sure they must have
in Home Ec..."
okay," I assured her quickly. "I'd rather have you feed me."
Stacey smiled, and began to scoop my applesauce into my mouth. I kept looking around nervously to see if
anyone was watching. Jennifer was.
Sarah and Stacey had to go to the other side of the school building, so I
left to walk to class alone. As I walked past the girls' restroom, I saw
Genelle and Polly standing outside. I walked by, and suddenly they
from behind, placing a hand over my mouth, and shoving me towards the
room. "Only heaven knows WHY," Genelle hissed in my ear, "But
Jennifer wants to see you. In there!" She shoved me into the restroom.
As I fell into
the room, I saw Jennifer sitting on a bench. Somewhere in the back of my
was rather jealous. We didn't have benches in the boys' restroom. Nor
have stall doors, nice looking sinks, or good mirrors like these either.
wonder girls spent so much time in the restroom.
you are!" Jennifer said with a glint in her eye. "Naughty little
girl, you've been AVOIDING me ALL DAY, haven't you?" I had a feeling the
charade was over. I glanced nervously at the door, half hoping and half
dreading that someone else would come in. "Oh don't worry," Jennifer
said, reading my mind. "No one will bother us. That's
what I've got Genelle and Polly out
She got up and
walked over to me. I backed away. "Will you RELAX?" she laughed.
"I'm not going to hurt you, for heaven's sake. How are my cousin and her
little bitch friend treating you anyway?? Jeez, you're as jumpy as a
She came up to
me and put her hand on my pants. "I just want to check something.
Okay?" She seemed to be friendly enough. What she said next made up my
mind though, "If you cooperate, this can be our little secret. But if
I'll have to call Polly and Genelle in here to help me. And Genelle just
I nodded my
willingness to cooperate, and she slowly undid my pants, and slid them
revealing my diaper. For a minute she just stared. Then she merely said,
"Wow. I was right. It was you at the Mall, wasn't it?"
My blush was
all the answer that was needed. "I thought so," she said. "Well,
I want to know ALL about this. And you're going to tell me. You're going
ride the bus with ME tonight." This was a problem - how would I avoid
Sarah and Stacey. I began to explain this to Jennifer. "You let ME
them," she said. "Kelly will make sure they are late. You and I will
already be seated by the time they get to the bus." This was going to be
interesting, at the least.
to pull my pants back up, and stopped. "Umm..did you WET this
diaper?" she asked with a giggle. Indeed I had. She confirmed her
suspicions by checking me. "Oh my gosh, you DID!" she exclaimed.
"Do you have a dry diaper with you? I'll change you," she offered
to her disappointment (and mine?), that the school nurse had all my
diapers and she was the one who changed me at school. Jennifer pulled my
back up for me, and sent me to the nurse with a pat on my diapered
was so glad Genelle and Polly didn't see it.
at the end of the day I went to the bus, and found to my surprise that
Stacey nor Sarah were there yet. Jennifer and her clique obviously had
power. Jennifer was in a seat waiting for me. Thankful that I had SOME
from Stacey, I sat down next to her.
surprised," Jennifer said. I nodded. "Why? I told you I would take
care of things. You're going to have to learn to trust me a little
that sound right to you?"
I realized she
was expecting an answer, and stuttered out, "Umm...ok."
can start by you telling me all your secrets," Jennifer said with a
The bus driver
closed the door and began to pull out, then just as quickly stopped and
the door back up. Stacey and Sarah struggled onto the bus, sliding into
only seat left, the one right behind the bus driver. Stacey fixed me
reproachful glare before sitting down. I realized that in just a little
would be completely at her mercy, and wondered if this was such a good
with why you're so scared of the little bitch," Jennifer prompted me. So
as we rode toward home, I told Jennifer the whole shameful story about
grades, my punishment, and the fact that Stacey, Sally, and Sarah were
"babysitters". Jennifer was mostly quiet, smiling from time to time
(especially when I mentioned my time at the Mall Daycare), but not
making fun of me. She also looked quite upset at my descriptions at how
and Stacey were treating me. I did tell her Sarah had lightened up
considerably, and I had started to consider her an ally rather than an
good, seeing as she's my cousin," Jennifer said. "We can easily use
that. I don't think it's gonna be all that hard to help you out. Just
til the end of this week, okay? And by the way, I think you make a
baby, whether a baby boy OR a baby girl!" I blushed hotly. I also
Stacey was calling me.
stop," she said from the door. "So stop talking to your
girlfriend and let's move it!" The
bus erupted with laughter.
smart. She'll pay for that one," I
heard Jennifer mutter under her breath, as I gathered my stuff and got
realized Stacey was playing with fire, and wondered if she knew it.
As I got off
the bus, I saw Sarah talking to Stacey. "It's not his fault we almost
missed the bus," she was saying. "It was whoever replaced the
combination lock on your locker." They did THAT?? I had to have a sudden
coughing fit to stifle my laughter. Stacey, still upset, stalked ahead
of us to
DIDN'T do it, did you?" Sarah asked me quietly. I shook my head.
"Good, cause she's pretty mad about it," Sarah said. "The
janitor had to come and get it off with a crowbar, and he kept
about dumb little kids who forget their combination." I had another
When we got in
the house, and back to her bedroom, Stacey appeared to have calmed down
somewhat. "I'm going to trust that you had nothing to do with that
prank on me," she said, as she removed my pants, "And I BETTER not
find out I'm wrong." I didn't say anything.
put her finger in the leg elastic of the diaper. "A little wet, I think
can wait til Sally gets home to change your diaper," she said. "I had
an idea though." She went to her closet and rummaged around in it.
"You're just about my size," she was saying, "and I have this
Aunt....ahh! Here it is!" She pulled out this dress that looked like it
was made for Little Bo Peep. Sarah took one look at it and burst out
as Stacey grinned evilly.
"As I was
saying, my aunt thinks I actually would want to wear something like
she said, rolling her eyes. "She sends them all the time. Can you
it - my COUSIN actually WEARS them!" She gazed at my diaper for a minute
and said, "I wonder if...." Then shook her head. "Anyway, when
she outgrows them they get sent to me. I have three of them in here, and
should be just a bit short on you, which is going to mean they will be
Sarah was not
to be counted on for help in this case. She was already unbuttoning and
removing my shirt. I had the feeling she couldn't wait to see me in the
In less than a minute, I felt the monstrosity of ruffles and lace come
over my head.
giggled profusely as they set about fluffing the ruffles and
dress on me. Sarah buttoned it up the back, then got a hair bow and the
hairbrush of Stacey's dresser and set to work on my hair, while Stacey
a bit of makeup. I realized I had just become a living version of a baby
finished, and both stared at me for a moment. Finally, Stacey broke the
silence. "Jeez. You could really pass for a girl!"
that," Sarah added, "He could pass as a girl your sister's age. Maybe
even younger! Too bad we can't take him out."
we can't?" My eyes widened at Stacey's question.
on, Stacey! Everyone would know!" Sarah retorted.
guess you're right. Let's get him out of the dress and put him down for
for now," she said, starting to unbutton the dress. Sarah helped, and in
another five minutes, I was laying in the crib in just my damp diaper,
on a bottle of watermelon juice. I heard Stacey tell Sarah as they left
room that the watermelon juice was sure to make me wet like a river.
right too, because about halfway through the hour long nap, I awoke to
Sally get home, and a huge need to pee. I emptied my bladder into my
completely saturating it. Sally came in just as I finished, and noticed
yellow tinge and heaviness of the diaper.
poor Baby is soaked!" she coed at me, seeing I was awake. "You can't
be comfortable enough to sleep in that wet diaper, can you?" Without
waiting for an answer, she put the side of the crib down, and undid the
tapes. I lifted up as she pulled the diaper out from under me, then lay
back with my feet up in the air, exposing my bottom while she cleaned me
baby wipe and applied baby powder. It was more embarrassing to spread my
and let her clean that area, and apply baby powder there as well.
said Stacey, coming in. "I wanted to change him!"
was soaked," Sally told her. "He's gonna get diaper rash if you keep
leaving him in wet diapers like that!" I thought it was funny - Sally
supposed to be learning from Stacey, but it looked like it was the other
around. Stacey hadn't even changed a messy diaper yet. Not that I was
complaining; Sally did a much better job of changing my diapers anyway.
to take back over as teacher at this junction. "Well if he is getting
diaper rash, use this," she said, reaching under the changing table and
then handing a tube to Sally. I tried to read what it said as she looked
over. "Desitin Diaper Rash Cream". Sally
squirted a bit out into her hand, and massaged it in between my legs. It
help the raw, itchy feeling I had had there lately. It also did
Better get a diaper on him fast," Sarah
said as she watched from the doorway. Sally stopped massaging the diaper
cream in and smacked the inside of my thigh. "Hey! Babies aren't
to do that!"
"Oh I've seen other baby boys do that," Stacey
said. "Even as babies they are like that!" The three girls giggled,
as I blushed. At least she would be able to get the diaper on me now.
one under me as Stacey
lifted my bottom for her, and the two of them drew the diaper up between
legs and fastened it. Stacey reached
under the table and brought out a pair of pink plastic pants. She shook
out, and handed them to a giggling Sally. Sally put my feet through the
openings, and drew the panties up over my diaper. When she finished she
to make sure all of the diaper was tucked inside the panties.
probably aren't really necessary with disposable diapers," Sally said,
"But they are fun anyway." I blushed more as she patted my bottom
loudly. I was then once again put into the dress, much to Sally's
since she hadn't seen it yet, and they took me to the kitchen and I sat
highchair now without even being told to. Sarah fed me this time, and
make him fill his diaper, YOU'RE changing him!" Stacey told her.
have gone home before that happens," Sarah said, then added,
"Besides, I wouldn't really mind."
would about the time you got his diaper open," Sally giggled, but Sarah
wasn't really listening, nor was I.
feeding, we went back to Stacey's bedroom, and Stacey and Sarah helped
my homework. Sally stayed awhile, then
finally went to
her bedroom, bored with the homework I had to do. At 5:15, my mother
to get me. By then, they had already taken the dress and plastic panties
I hugged my babysitters goodbye, Sarah once again buckling me
car seat. She gave me a kiss on the cheek before closing the car door.
mother didn't miss it either, teasing me on the way home by asking if I
getting myself a "little girlfriend". For my part, I wasn't really
sure. Sarah seemed to like me; so did Jennifer. And both had promised to
me from Stacey's constant humiliation. But, would they like me still
once I got
out of diapers? And, would they like me past the "Baby" part?
At home, it
was once again the same routine of supper in my high chair, diaper
playpen, and to bed in my crib. I had a night time bottle of apple juice
went to sleep.
morning, I found I was used to the routine. My mother sent me to
breakfast, Which my sister fed me, then
changed my diaper and dressed
me for school. My teeth were brushed, hair combed, and before I knew it I
on the bus with Stacey and Sarah again. "I wish we were babysitting you
every afternoon," Stacey commented, reminding me that I only went to her
house on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This afternoon my sister would
to watch me.
Jennifer was waiting with Genelle, Polly, and Kelly by my locker. Stacey
walking me to my locker, and I watched the two engage in an icy stare
Since Jennifer had all her group with her, Stacey finally turned about
from my locker. "See you at Lunch, Baby," she said, walking away.
When I got to
the locker, Jennifer looked at the other girls, apparently giving them
kind of signal, and they all left us alone. As alone
can be in a crowded school hallway anyway. "Does baby have a dry
diaper?" Jennifer asked me as greeting.
I looked all around us, embarrassed. "Someone might hear!" I said.
only reason they would know it was more than a joke was the way YOU
reacted," she said. Seeing my embarrassment, she said calmingly,
"Relax. No one is paying attention to us. Look, everyone is going to
figure out something is up with you if you don't learn how to deal with
little better. You're nervous as a cat. It's really very easy to get
wearing diapers in school and not get caught."
you know?" I moped.
She gazed at
me a minute. "I DO know," she said finally. "I can't tell you
why, but I DO know. And before you go jumping to conclusions, NO, I
diapers." She turned and went down the hall with that. What was THAT all
about, I wondered.
Before I had
time to think about it much more, a familiar voice cut through the hall.
Leroy," I said unenthusiastically.
It worked," Leroy said.
advice you gave me." He sighed at my questioning look. "YOU know!
About acting like you don't care, and that
girls," Leroy explained. He went on before I had a chance to point out
that I never actually SAID that. "I acted like I didn't care all day
yesterday, then I asked
this morning, and it worked!"
will go out with ANYONE," I said.
just jealous," Leroy decided after considering my statement. We started
walking towards homeroom.
really, I went out with her a couple months ago," I told him. "Now I
know WHY she'll go out with anyone." It wasn't completely true -
was an ok date, but I couldn't let Leroy get the best of me.
just YOU who was the problem. I'll let you know after I go out with her
night," he said, and took off running before my math book could make
contact with his head.
True to her
word, Stacey did come and meet me at the nurse’s office after my diaper
walk me to lunch, once again beating out Jennifer. The way the tables
up in the cafeteria, only four people could sit at the table where Sarah
Stacey usually dragged me off to. This time I was sitting beside Sarah,
back to the rest of the lunchroom, so I had no idea what Jennifer’s
was to this. I also didn’t see disaster coming until it was already at
table with us.
Slickster!” Leroy pulled out the chair next to Stacey and sat down with
lunch tray. He appeared ready to stay the whole lunch period. Although I
not extremely pleased with this predicament (given Stacey’s usual
me), I actually had to hold back a laugh at the look on my tormentor’s
Stacey’s mouth was hanging open as she stared disbelievingly at Leroy.
other sixth grade girls went by, giggling at Stacey when they saw Leroy
her. For the first time, I saw STACEY blush, and she looked down at her
giving great consideration to her food, staring at her lunch tray the
the Lunch period. Leroy didn’t seem to notice his unwanted presence,
animatedly (mostly by himself) through the half hour. Both Sarah and
were studiously ignoring him, while I did my best to look at least
interested in his ramblings.
He took off
quickly at the bell, leaving me and Sarah and Stacey alone finally.
heaved a huge sigh and rolled her eyes. “Tomorrow,” she said, “we either
someone else to sit with us or we get RID of that fourth chair!” Then
at me, and for once, she appeared to actually be worried about my
“Look,” she said. “I’m sorry; I know he’s your friend, but he is really
annoying.” I didn’t answer- I was too surprised by her show of concern.
leaving Sarah to walk me to my locker. “She’s trying to be nicer,” Sarah
when I asked about Stacey’s comment. “I told her that if she isn’t
might ask your Mom to make Jennifer your babysitter. She doesn’t live
far from you either.”
That was something
I hadn’t thought about before! Then I realized it wouldn’t work.
on the cheerleading squad,” I said. “They practice after school, she
her eyes. “I know that, and YOU know that, but Stacey never thought of
giggled. “Besides, I wasn’t serious – you think I want to lose you?”
“You could go
over to Jennifer’s too.”
her head. “Stacey’s my best friend. I’d never just up and leave her like
She’s not really that bad, just misdirected. She’s never babysat a big
someone like you before.” Sarah blushed a bit at what she almost called
called worse,” I said, trying to make her feel better.
that neither of us are extremely sure of what we are doing,” Sarah said.
never had to take care of a “baby” your size … Stacey acts all sure of
but she doesn’t really know what she’s doing either. So she makes up for
insecurity about it by making fun and embarrassing you.”
By this time
we were at my locker. “See you later,” Sarah said, and went to class.
Immediately I was greeted by the familiar:
Slickster!” Leroy came running up. “Sorry about cutting in on you at
said, “But you said yourself that you didn’t ask for Sarah or Stacey. I
just helping you out.”
“Uh huh,” I
answered. Yeah, right.
Stacey say anything about me after I left? Like ask you if I was going
anyone?” Leroy went on.
“Umm… I don’t
think she likes you too much, Leroy,” I said, hoping not to disappoint
about the other chick – Sarah?” he inquired.
“I think you
ought to stick with a sure thing – your date with
Friday,” I said. “Remember her?”
“No harm in playing
the field a bit,” Leroy defended himself. “YOU sure as hell are.”
knowing the ball was in my court, and not about to drop it on my toes.
some of us got it,” I said.
is what IT is,” Leroy said, heading off to class. This left me to think
what Sarah had said about Stacey not being sure of herself in caring for
made a lot of sense … and it gave me an idea.
I went home after school (in my usual bus seat next to Sarah and Stacey –
Jennifer was at a cheerleader meeting), to find my sister all ready to
care of me. My pants were off from almost the minute I walked through
and I was whisked back to my nursery for a quick diaper change, and then
my crib for a nap. I almost missed my three young babysitters, at least
took time to talk to me and, in the case of Sally, play with me.
them, my sister was actually a rather boring babysitter.
After my nap,
I sat at my desk in my diapers and did my homework, having a little bit
trouble without Sarah and Stacey to help me, but getting through it
what we are gonna do about Friday?” my sister said suddenly from behind
around. “What do you mean?”
“Friday is a
three day weekend day,” my sister said. “Teacher in service day at YOUR
school. I still have to go to school
though. Can Stacey and Sarah watch you then?”
“I don’t know,
I didn’t realize we were off,” I said, surprised. Usually
I would be right on top of that, but
the events of the last few days had apparently thrown me off a bit. But,
added more ideas to my plan. My sister seemed to pick up that I was
not be trying to think of a way to get out of diapers,” she mistakenly
“That will just get you into more trouble.”
not it at all…”
surprised me then by actually being interested in what I was thinking.
told her about all of Stacey’s actions lately. She surprised me even
more by being
concerned over them.
“How could she
do that!?” she exclaimed angrily. “She should know better than to do
it,” I explained. “She doesn’t. And how could she know, really? None of
have ever had to babysit a ‘baby’ my age before. Not like the girls at
Daycare at all,” I leaked a bit of my plan to my sister.
you tell Mom before what was happening to you?” my sister asked, not
on to the plan yet. “She wouldn’t want all that to happen to you, not
She wants you to be disciplined, but not abused! Stacey is abusing you.”
about it. “I guess,” I said finally, “I really do like Stacey. And I like Sarah a lot. I guess I don’t
really want to get them in trouble.”
eyebrows went up. “You like Sarah ‘a lot’?” she giggled. “My little baby
brother has his first crush,” she teased. “So, why do you bring up the
Daycare?” she went on. “I THINK I know what you are planning, but I want
hear it first.”
“I don’t know
if this will all go together right,” I said, “But here it all is.” I explained what I wanted to do, with her
adding a couple thoughts here and there.
“Okay, so here
is the final idea,” my sister said finally. “Friday, you get Sarah to
and be a baby with you, so she can learn to be a better babysitter. You
get Jennifer to come over to babysit you both, the only problem with
that Jennifer has never been the baby, but, we can try to get that past
She’ll probably be a bit desperate for a babysitter anyway. Then on
Stacey will have to be the baby with you, with Sarah babysitting you
help from Jennifer if she is available. On Sunday, Sally will be a baby
you, with Sarah And Stacey watching you both. If any of them disagree,
won’t get to babysit you anymore, but you are already sure Sarah will do
“I’m not SURE,
no,” I said. “I’m PRETTY sure though.”
“Then we only
need to get it by Mom, and by their parents,” my sister said. “Actually,
only need to get Mom to buy it. She’ll talk to their parents about it.”
I was really
surprised that my sister was going to help me. What an unlikely ally. I
her though, and waited to see what my Mom would think.
To my utter
amazement, my mother agreed immediately, then actually apologized to me
what I had to go through. “You should have told me what they were
I explained to
her that Sally wasn’t that bad, and Sarah had become a friend, which
to smile and suggest that perhaps Sarah was a lot more than just a
She also told me that she had already been thinking about asking at
Stacey to go through the type of training the girls at the Mall Tykes
had to go through; now she would demand it.
armed with the phone and a school phone book, my mother got in touch
Jennifer and her parents, Sarah and her parents, and then Stacey and
parents. I could hear Stacey’s mother on the phone all the way from
room, and I had a feeling Stacey would not be overjoyed with me tomorrow
finished on the phone, she told me it was all set up – and what was
Jennifer said she would come and be a baby Thursday night. She would
stay the night
then, and then be there to babysit me and Sarah in the morning. After
told my sister she had to talk to her for a minute and they disappeared
A few minutes
later they emerged, and my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw
sister, like me, was dressed in diapers and a short night shirt. It
had actually got herself into trouble, when she told my Mom that ALL the
babysitting me should be trained the same way. That “ALL” included her,
she would be diapered through tomorrow after dinner. That was going to
hard for her, I realized, since tomorrow she had cheerleading practice!!
That night we
were put to bed at the same time, the only difference being that I was
crib and she still had her bed. I did find out my mother put a plastic
her bed though, when my sister complained about it crinkling under her.
mother told her to hush, it was for her own good in case her diapers
She was also given a night time bottle, and told she better drink it
fell asleep while sucking on my own bottle of warm milk, thinking how it
be interesting not to be the only baby for the next several days.
I awoke in the
morning to two unfamiliar things. First, I had a wet diaper, and I
remember wetting it during the night. Up to now, I had always been aware
when I wet my diaper. I resolved to be more careful from now on and make
was aware of wetting my diapers, so I wouldn’t become dependant on them
need re-potty training.
unfamiliar thing was my sister crying. My mother had lead her into the
and now had her up on the changing table with her nightshirt pushed up,
revealing her entire diaper. I watched as my mother undid the tapes on
diaper. “Oh stop crying, it’s just a wet diaper!” my mother said to her.
“But it feels
awful,” my sister whined. “And you’re making me wear them to school and
practice! And he’s watching!” She indicated me.
Just be happy
I’m not letting your little sister (she emphasized this word as she
me) change your diaper. How many of hers have you changed now? And at
am letting you change your own diapers at school.” I wondered what would
my sister from changing out of diapers at school, until my mother said,
remember, I called your friend Wendy, and she is going to be checking to
sure you stay in your diapers and use them today. I told her why you are
wearing them, and she’s not going to tell anyone else.”
I saw my
sister had soaked the diaper as my mother pulled it open, and wondered
plastic sheet on my sister’s bed had been necessary after all. “You
messed this diaper overnight,” my mother commented. “Now you are going
to do it in school.” I could see my sister had no intention of doing
would wait as long as she possibly could before going that way. My
quickly cleaned and powdered my sister’s bottom, then reached under the
changing table and pulled out one of my diapers. She unfolded it and
under her, pulled the front through, and taped it snug.
down from the table, my mother gave Trisha a light smack on her diaper
her to go get dressed, “In the clothes I laid out for you.” Then she
me. “Your turn,” she said, picking me up and carrying me to the changing
I had my baby doll sleeper lifted and my wet diaper removed quickly.
you’re a heavy wetter at night,” my mother said, as she tickled me and
giggle. “Maybe I need to get some even thicker diapers for you, at least
night.” I blushed as she chose one of the pink diapers to dress me in
day. So far no one had seen these yet, since she had been using the
had bought at BabyDays. I knew only the nurse at school would see this
how long would it be before Stacey would see me in the pink diapers? She
me then to brush my teeth and hair, while she laid out my clothes for
With two babies, my mother had to let me have a little more independence
getting dressed than usual.
Once I was
dressed and groomed, I went out to the dining room to see my sister in
chair. My mother was spoon feeding her breakfast to her, she had a baby
of orange juice, and she was wearing a bib. I also had to work hard not
laugh when I saw her clothes. She was wearing a pink blouse and a green
jumper that she would NEVER have chosen to wear herself; she looked like
fifth-grader. After she was done eating, my mother sent her out the door
off to school, with another pat on her diaper.
Then I was
lifted into the high chair and fed the same way. There was a knock on
as I was eating, and my mother went to get it. Sarah and Stacey were
having walked from their bus stop to meet me at my house and get on at
Sarah smiled upon seeing me in my high chair; Stacey, as I expected, did
look very happy. “Our mothers sent us down to apologize for the way
babysitting,” Stacey said. “I’m sorry for messing things up so bad.”
too,” said Sarah. “I’ve been hoping for a way to make it up, and I’ll
come down and be a baby with Vintonnt on Friday.” My mother had a look
face that I could translate as meaning “I bet you will!”
be here too, but she’s still getting dressed since her bus comes later,”
said. “She’ll apologize on Sunday.” I felt a little bad about that,
Sally really hadn’t done anything wrong. Her spanking had hurt, but I
deserved it, and at least it had only been on my diaper. She was
best babysitter of the three this past week. I decided to mention that
my mother, who was now releasing me from the high chair so my
Babysitters and I
would not miss our bus.
It was a quiet
bus ride to school. Stacey looked upset, and I didn’t want to risk her
Sarah attempted to keep up a steady stream of chatter at first but
gave up and lapsed into silence as well. When we got to school, I
ventured a few words.
“See you at
at me for a minute. “You mean you still WANT to sit with us at lunch?”
I blushed and
looked at the ground, and nodded.
I’ve been doing to you??” Stacey asked.
I shrugged and
nodded again. “Maybe you don’t have to tease me so much ...”
“Now wait a
minute!” Stacey stopped me. “Wait…you get me in trouble for the way I
you, but you still want to hang around me? What’s up with that?”
Sarah at this
point leaned toward Stacey and whispered something in her ear, which
caused both girls to burst into giggles.
asked. Neither would answer, although Stacey started to giggle again.
Baby,” Stacey said to me. “See you at lunch.” The girls left me there,
whispering to each other and giggling.
“What the hell
was that all about?” a voice said behind me, making me jump.
“SHI. . .!!
Leroy, you scared the crap out of me!” I said, realizing just how close
truth that really was. He had scared the pee out of me, anyway.
said, sounding sincere. “What did you say they thought was so funny?” He
indicated the two girls who were all the way down the hall by now.
“I have no
clue,” I sighed, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “I don’t
girls at ALL!”
at this, just as we heard, “Oh Vintoneeyyy!” I looked up in time to see
Jennifer go by in her cheer uniform. She gave me a wink and a wave.
Leroy looked ready
to jump off a building. “Come on, Slickster,” he said. “Two weeks ago
didn’t care about you anymore than they care about me. What did you DO?”
“Prayer works?” I suggested jokingly.
my humor completely. “Prayer? Really?
Yeah……PRAYER!” He took off down the hall, assumedly to go pray. I
wondered idly if I should warn
she was about to go out with a complete nut case.
As I mused
about that and gathered my books from my locker, I suddenly felt a hand
backside, causing me to jump and almost hit my head inside my locker.
Jennifer giggled. Apparently she had circled around and come back to me.
checking,” she said with a wink. “I think someone is wet.”
I nodded. “I
need to go get a diaper change,” I affirmed.
going to happen tomorrow night?” Jennifer asked. “Your Mom said
me being a baby like you, and if I did it, I can babysit you and my
Friday. I wasn’t about to miss that chance.”
shrugged. “That’s about it,” I said. “It’s an attempt to make sure my
babysitters know what they are doing from now on. You’ll have to use
wear baby clothes, and drink from a bottle…just stuff like that.”
Jennifer nodded. “That’s umm…pretty heavy,” she said after a minute. “I
USE the diapers, you say? Are you sure?”
“99%,” I said.
“Hmm..well…hmm. Okay,” she finally assented. “Could be
interesting I guess. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Now why would
I do a dumb thing like that?” I asked, nodding toward my own diaper.
I’m a CHEERLEADER,” she asserted, “and you have no idea what the others
do to me if they ever found out about this.”
walking to the nurse’s office. I was embarrassed as Jennifer walked
right in with
me. The nurse was surprised as well and asked Jennifer to wait for me
“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Jennifer said. “After all I am going to
babysitting him and changing his diapers myself Friday anyway.”
“Then you will
see his diapers Friday,” the nurse told her, “And not before.” Jennifer
turned and went outside to wait for me. “Wonder what she would have
these,” the nurse teased me after she pulled my pants down and revealed
pink diaper I was wearing.
When I came
out, Jennifer had been joined by Kelly and Polly. “What were you doing
there?” Polly asked.
dropped the ball. “I…uhhhh…”
Jennifer quickly saved me. “He had to take his medicine.”
a locked door?” Polly asked. “The last time I knew of they locked the
when Christine Hanson had to change her pants when her period started.”
began laughing with Polly.
“Oh, and I
guess you come down here a few times a day just to check and see if the
locked,” Jennifer said.
“No – I’m just
saying…” Polly started.
Jennifer stopped her. “The tardy bell rings in like one minute. Come on
get to home room!” The conversation stopped then as we hurried so as not
came, I was surprised (and maybe a little let down) when no one came
me out. I went down to the cafeteria by myself. Our school was a private
that had a church building connected to it, and you had to walk by the
auditorium to get to the cafeteria. As I walked by, I looked through the
doors and saw Leroy, his head bowed serenely in prayer. I hesitated,
about telling him, then shook my head and continued to the lunchroom. A
prayer couldn’t hurt him anyway.
I went through
the line and got my lunch, and as I came out the other door into the
I scanned the room. At the usual round table over to the side, I saw
green eyes riveted to mine. Sarah, sitting beside her, was also watching
and appeared somewhat nervous. I looked to the other side of the room,
Jennifer also watching me. When Jennifer realized I knew she was looking
way, she broke her gaze and looked away. My eyes returned to the almost
hypnotic stare Stacey was fixing me with. As she realized she had my
instead of looking away as Jennifer had done, she smiled.
That was all
it took for me to make up my mind. I took my tray and walked to Stacey
Sarah’s table. As I neared the table, Sarah said something to Stacey I
make out, but I heard Stacey’s reply. “I never had a doubt.” Both girls
to giggle again. This made me somewhat nervous.
I sat down and
as I did, I noted Stacey looking at my butt with obvious interest. Once I
seated, she turned to Sarah and asked, “Did you hear something crinkle
now?” I wondered if I was in for another round of humiliation, but that
only comment either Stacey or Sarah made about my diapers or situation
entire lunch period. The rest of the time was filled with their usual
except they involved me in it as well.
As I left the
cafeteria after lunch, Jennifer walked up to me, looking somewhat upset.
tell me how much you hate the way she treats you, and then when you have
chance to get away from her you choose to eat lunch with her!! What’s up
“She apologized. They are being nice to me now. Mostly.”
“They are SO sixth grade. Everyone is talking about it you know. Most
guys in this
school would give their right arm for the interest I have shown in you –
making me look bad!”
me,” I said. “You think you could fix Polly up with Leroy?” Jennifer
stared at me. “No? Umm…how ‘bout Genelle?” I tried. Jennifer left in
of a huff. I wasn’t so stupid that I didn’t realize making an enemy out
Jennifer would be very foolish on my part, and resolved to make it up to
until the end of the day that I realized how much fire I was actually
Leroy came running up to me. “Slickster! It WORKED!”
Leroy?” I asked distractedly. Why doesn’t the combination lock on your
locker ever open on the first attempt?
he answered me.
I turned to
face him. “Huh? What do you mean?”
about the power of prayer,” Leroy said excitedly. “You were actually
prayed every free minute I could get today. And just now, Genelle
me to the end of the year dance. SHE asked ME!”
It took it a
minute to sink in. “Genelle…asked you to the dance???” I asked him.
“Hello? Anyone home?” Leroy waved his hand in front
of my eyes. “That’s what I JUST said.”
“Umm – yeah. Wow. That’s great news
Leroy, congratulations,” I replied.
“Look – if you
ask Jennifer she’ll probably say yes, and we can double,” Leroy said.
depends on if I can prove I brought my grades up or not,” I told him.
“I’m in a
bit of trouble over that.” I didn’t tell him I thought about asking
else to the dance if I even COULD go.
better hurry,” Leroy warned. “A girl like Jennifer isn’t going to wait
forever, you know. …Oh SHIT!” He went
running for the door, and I saw his bus was leaving. He
made it out just in time to be seen, and
the bus stopped for him.
On the bus,
more evidence that Jennifer was playing hardball was evident. Stacey and
were noticeably missing, and Jennifer had a seat saved for me. “Where
little sixth grade girlfriends?” she asked me as I sat down.
I looked at
her. “You tell me.” I only got a smug smile in return. “I wish you
that to them,” I said.
“Too late. You
already got your wish for today,” she said. I didn’t even have to ask
meant. I knew she had set it up for Genelle to ask Leroy to go to the
“Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Would I do something
little cousin and her best friend?” she asked with mock innocence.
Just as we
were about to pull out, they both came running. “See? There
they are. They probably just couldn’t
figure out how to open the bathroom door,” Jennifer said. I wondered
had Kelly do to them this time.
angrier than I had ever seen before. Sarah grabbed her arm, but she
off and made a beeline straight for our seat. She shoved in on my other
“I know you’re
responsible for this, bitch!” she said around me at Jennifer.
such language for a little sixth grader!” Jennifer sneered at her.
careful or your Mommy will wash your mouth out with soap.”
Stacey yelled at her. Others on the bus were now leaning toward our bus
watching with great interest. Poor Sarah was stuck sitting three rows
looked at me with pleading eyes.
Jennifer started to lean around me.
both of you, COOL IT!” I said, pushing them both back away from each
stared at me in shock. Stacey found her voice first. “And just who do
YOU are, Baby?” she asked me.
immediately her sentiments were echoed by Jennifer. “Watch who you talk
that!” She stared at me for a minute, then angrily turned and stared out
window. I looked at Stacey, but she was sitting with her arms crossed,
angry green eyes staring straight ahead. In stark contrast, Sarah’s soft
eyes smiled at me in thanks.
We were headed
to Stacey’s house now, and I hoped her anger would either wear off by
the time we
got there, or that she would be angry enough to just leave my care up to
took place. Stacey didn’t seem to be as angry when we got to her house,
simply went to her TV and began playing games on it. Sarah stared at her
second, then with a shake of her head took me back to the bedroom.
needing to be told to, I held my arms out so that Sarah could get my
undone and pulled down. I stepped out of them as Sarah felt the back of
with a small smile. “Yep, definitely time for a change,” she said with a
I climbed up
on the changing table and Sarah undid my diaper and cleaned me with some
wipes after removing it. I think she still spent much more time than
cleaning certain areas, but I sure wasn’t going to complain. Just as
slipping a new diaper under me, Stacey came in with the wooden spoon.
somebody needs to learn a little respect for HER babysitter,” she said,
advancing on me. Sarah didn’t look happy about it, but she moved aside
Stacey walked up to me, swinging the spoon menacingly. She watched me
minute, then finally let the spoon fall to her side. “Oh come on,” she
“Aren’t you going to cry and plead for me not to spank you? A REAL baby
She looked very disappointed.
going to spank you anyway,” she said with a sigh as she put the wooden
down. She reached forward and began to put the clean diaper on me. “But
EVER talk to me like that again, I’ll pull you over my knee right then
there. I don’t care if you’re diapered and the bus is full or not.”
looked angry. “Wait a minute, Stacey,” she said. “If anyone deserved a
for the way she acted on the bus today, it’s you. Do you even want to
what your Mom would do if she knew what you said?”
“No worse than
yours would do to you if she knew how you change his diaper,” Stacey
calmly. Sarah stared in shock for a minute, before both she and Stacey
down in giggles. “We’re probably both gonna get spanked in the next
days anyways, while we are ‘babies’,” Stacey finally stated.
agreed nodding. Stacey was by now helping me off the changing table and
me to the crib for my nap. “I’ve been more than a little worried about
she went on as Stacey put the side on the crib up.
are you worried?” Stacey asked as she sat on the bed. “If we get
get spanked. No amount of worry will change whether you get spanked. Believe me, I know,” she giggled.
“Well, I don’t
know what it is like,” Sarah said nervously. “I’ve never been
“Oh my gosh!
You’ve NEVER had a spanking?” Stacey interrupted, shocked. I was
myself. Sarah shook her head. “Ahh. I
would say you are in for quite an experience then,” Stacey began to
you’ve always been spanked, like me, then it isn’t such a big deal by
Still hurts but at least you know what to expect, even if you never do
to it. But if you’ve NEVER had one...wow.” She started giggling again.
Sarah did not
appear amused. “Let’s let the baby get some sleep,” she said, getting up
that look of mischief in her eyes. She picked up the wooden spoon. “Hey,
Want me to help you get ready for being spanked?” she asked. Sarah
around, let out somewhat of an “eep!” and took off running, Stacey right
her with the spoon, swinging at her bottom.
sitting on Stacey's back. They were both on the bed, and Stacey's pants
pulled down. Sarah raised a wooden hairbrush and brought it down hard
Stacey's bare bottom several times. Then I woke up.
My nap in the
crib at Stacey's was over for now. That was an odd dream I thought. But a
one, I thought with a smile.
smiling about?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up and saw Sally had been
watching me nap from a chair across the room. She got up and walked to
crib, a smile on her own face to match mine. "You really like that,
It took me a
second to realize what she was talking about. I had awoken sucking on
pacifier she had given me last week. And the funny thing was, I DID seem
like it. She reached down and pulled it out of my mouth a little,
then suck it back in. "It's okay," she said with a smile. "I
liked it for a LONG time, too."
She folded her
hands together on the top rail of the crib then, her and I just gazing
other for a minute. Her eyes finally left mine and crept down my body to
diaper. "Looks like you've already been changed," she said, sounding
a little sad. I nodded. "Mom says we have to go learn how to take better
care of you," she went on. Her eyes went back to mine. "Have I really
done such a bad job?" she asked plaintively.
I spit the
pacifier out. "Not at ALL!" I told her. "You're the best
one!" She smiled at this.
I've got to prove that to your Mom then," she said. I started to get the
idea they hadn't told her quite what the training involved. I decided
spoil it, but felt a little sorry for her too. I sat up and gave her a
she let the crib side down. "Oh!! Thank you!" She hugged me back,
blushing a little.
She let me out
of the crib, and made me once again get down on my hands and knees and
the kitchen to the highchair. "Sally, don't make him do that," Stacey
said, walking into the kitchen. "We'll get in trouble."
babies CRAWL," Sally insisted.
you," Stacey said. "We can't do things that are too embarrassing,
okay," I interrupted them. "She's right. Babies DO crawl."
surprised, then smirked a little. She left the kitchen then, stopping
a second to lean down and whisper in my ear. "I think you like this baby
thing a lot more than you would like us to think you do, Baby."
What did she say?" Sally looked at me.
And it wasn't true anyway," I called out loud enough for Stacey to hear.
She and Sarah giggled from the Living Room. Sally sighed, "Just get up
here in your high chair so I can feed you your snack." I did as I was
and she tied a pink bib that said Mommy's Darling Girl on it on me. I
feeling she bought this bib for me herself; I hadn't seen it before. She
a jar of Gerber's Bananas baby food, and a baby bottle of chocolate
back out in the kitchen. "Hey," she said after staring at me a
second. "I remember that bib. Mom used to put it on you. It was your
favorite bib. I didn't even know we still had it."
was Sally's only reply. Stacey stared for another minute, then shook her
The time went
quickly after that, and it seemed like only a few minutes til my
done (with Stacey and Sarah's help), and my Mom was there to pick me up.
home, my sister was waiting for us, with a very wet diaper for my Mom to
change. I wondered how she had faired at cheerleading practice, but she
much in a mood to discuss it. (I found out later, much later, she had
sick and sat out practice.)
My mom asked
my sister if she had messed her diaper yet. My sister said no.
was thinking she could wait long enough to go after Mom let her out of
That wasn't to be, however, as my Mom took her back to the nursery and
her diaper, putting her in one of my pink diapers, and slipping her a
suppository. "You can get out of diapers after you have experienced a
messy diaper," she was told.
actually done pretty well at school that day, most of the girls taking a
to her "new style". I wondered if that would start a trend, and if it
did, would it spread to the Middle School. That could be very
I kept my
promise to Sally and told my Mom that Sally was not a bad babysitter to
all. "Really?" Mom was impressed that Sally, being so young, could do
so well. "Well, she deserves a reward then, but I still want her to have
the training. She won't get the spanking Sarah and Stacey are going to
though." So she WAS planning on spanking them. I tried not to show I was
bit happy about hearing that.
My mom decided
to feed us separately, putting me in the high chair first, and making my
wait in the playpen. About halfway through my dinner, my sister messed
diaper, and it was very full since she had been waiting so long. My mom made her wait til after supper to get
changed. My sister whined about that - she had hoped she would get out
diapers and not have to eat in the high chair, wear a bib, and drink
baby bottle. "I said you can get out of diapers after you EXPERIENCE a
messy diaper," my Mom clarified. "Babies can't always get a messy
diaper changed immediately." I felt sorry for her, remembering my first
messy diaper experience, also the result of a suppository. (See chapter
That night at
bedtime my sister was much happier, being back in panties and having the
plastic sheet off her bed. "Now you know how your little sister (I
she would stop calling me by girl words) feels. I'm sure you will do a
better job taking care of her." My sister looked sincere as she said she
guess tomorrow you'll have your little friend Jennifer to play with," my
mother said to me, as she got my diaper changed and put my nightie on
"She agreed to come awfully fast. She may like you as much as Sarah
answer, but instead decided to bring up the end of the year dance at
"Can I go to it?" I asked. "It's the Friday night before our
can get a report from each of your teachers proving you have brought
grades up to a satisfactory level," she said. "And only if you are
planning to take one of your babysitters to it," she added as an
afterthought. I smiled - who else was I going to ask? "I think you may
just make it," she commented as she looked over my homework. I certainly
The next day
was as usual until lunch time. I sat with Stacey and Sarah again
pushing Jennifer), and Stacey seemed very pleased. When I asked why, she
"Roger Fox asked me to the Dance!"
I felt a small
pang of jealousy, although I was happy for her. Roger was a very popular
actually in my class. Many girls were after him (often using his last
an adjective to describe him), and he was considered a prime catch. If
asked Stacey, I was right in my assumption that she would move up the
ladder quickly. It also made me realize...if Roger could ask a sixth
the dance as popular as he was, then so could I.
to know what the deal with you is," Stacey went on, looking at me. I
not to choke. "I won't tell him the real reason," she said, "But
if you think of any good excuses, don't hesitate to let me know."
him...ummm...tell him I like Sarah!" I blurted out. Oh damn. THAT was
stupid, I realized the second it was out of my mouth.
This time it
was Sarah who choked. Stacey was also rather surprised, her mouth
open. I turned a dozen shades of red, letting out a weak and
recovered with a giggle. "Gee, it took him less time than I thought it
would to admit it. I dunno how Sarah feels about it, Baby, but SHE
very pleased," Stacey said to me, pointing behind me. I turned around
saw Jennifer standing there. It may have been my imagination, but I
swear I saw
flames in her eyes.
to talk! NOW!" Jennifer said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me from my
I involuntarily uttered. All the noise from this exchange had drawn
and half the lunchroom was watching us and most of them were laughing.
go with her, Baby," Stacey said to me quietly, obviously highly amused
Jennifer's anger. "She looks mad enough to pull your pants down and
your diaper right here in front of everybody!"
right," Jennifer threatened. I decided to go with her. We got out to the
hall and Jennifer unleashed. "'Tell him I like Sarah'," she mimicked
me, not very kindly. "'Tell him I like Sarah'!" What the HELL was
idea?" I tried. She wasn't amused. She was pacing back and forth as she
yelled, and to be quite honest she looked rather dangerous. Finally she
stopped, sighed, and looked me in the eye.
"So is it
true?" she asked. "DO you really like my cousin?" I nodded
assent, drawing another sigh from her. "Okay. You don't know what you're
missing though. Friends?" she asked.
to be friends?" I asked, surprised.
wrong with that?" she asked defensively.
except two weeks ago you wouldn't give me the time of day, I thought,
to keep the thought to myself. "Of course we can be friends," I said,
relieved that it no longer appeared she might kill me.
you hurt her," Jennifer said, motioning back to the lunchroom, obviously
referring to Sarah. "Then you're messing with Family, and I'll have to
kick your ass." She could probably do it too. With that warning, she
turned and strolled back into the lunchroom to salvage what was left of
image. That probably would not take very long.
I heard. Oh God. I didn't know if I
could deal with Leroy right now. He came running up. "Slickster! What the hell did you do?" he asked in a
panicked manner, watching Jennifer's retreating back.
make her mad? I thought you were gonna ask her to the dance! What if she
I'm your best friend!? What if Genelle breaks our date!?"
I tried again.
is she?" he went on, oblivious to me saying his name. "Okay, I'll
tell you what! You can apologize. Buy
flowers. Buy candy! Buy DIAMONDS...girls
I said a third time.
He focused on
not mad at me," I told him. "And I'm asking SARAH to the dance."
I left him standing with his mouth hanging open to go back to the
salvage what was left of my image. I didn't have much of one so it
take me very long either.
LOCKHART?" I heard Leroy say to himself as I walked away. I smiled and
called back to him.
course. Who else would I ask?"
As I walked
back into the lunchroom I heard a few titters of laughter, but mostly
had moved on to a new subject by now. I went back to the table and sat
Stacey, who still looked amused, and Sarah, who was busy staring at her
at us for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Wow, look at the time! I gotta do - uh - something...See you later
bye," and was gone in a second. Sarah finally looked up at me.
what now?" she asked me.
I ask you something," I said, suddenly very nervous.
back down at her plate. "What's that?"
I swallowed hard. "Mom says I can go to the dance next month if I can
that my grades are improved and I pass. I'm sure they will be
go to the dance with me?" The last part came out in a rush, and Sarah
so long to answer that at first I was afraid she didn't understand what I
she finally said after a minute. "I thought you'd never ask," she
went on with a little smile. "I'll go with you, on one condition."
asked what it was, knowing I would do just about anything. "Wear a
diaper," Sarah said with a giggle.
Umm...well okay. I think I have to
anyway," I agreed.
you don't have to, promise me that you will," she pushed.
I said I would already." I blushed as
She got up as the bell rang. "See you later - have fun with my cousin
tonight," she giggled, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she left. This
caused several whistles, laughs, and catcalls from everyone who saw it,
lot of claps on the back to me from the guys. For my part, I sat dazed
chair until I realized I had to hurry so I would not be late to my next
On the bus
ride home that afternoon, Jennifer sat with two other popular girls. It
however only one seat in front of Stacey and Sarah, who did save my
for me. Stacey and Sarah chatted merrily, not paying too much attention
which was fine since I was lost within my own thoughts.
We all got off
at our normal stops. Jennifer and I had already talked and figured out
it would look if she got off at my regular stop, so she rode on to her
and was going to ride her bicycle back to my house after the talk her
wanted to have with her before she came down.
she got to my house, I found out what her mother wanted to talk about.
can't believe it!" she fumed, after coming into the house.
the problem?" my sister asked.
mother is!" Jennifer said unhappily. "She said she thought it was a
good idea for me to learn how to take care of babies, and she went to
about that training program at the Mall Tykes Day Care. She's going to
go there and go through their training this summer, even if I decide not
work there. A whole week of diapers and being treated like a big baby! Ugh!! And then a week as a toddler - I heard
they make you wear pull-ups if they will fit..."
I started to
giggle, then quickly stuck my bottle in my mouth and started sucking on
cover it when she looked toward me. "I heard that," she warned. I
gave her my best "innocent Bambi eyes" look and it seemed to work. It even got a smile out of her.
maybe it won't be TOO bad. At least during the third week I'll get to be
trainer and keep some other big baby in diapers. And I'll get paid."
plus," my sister agreed. "Besides, maybe being in diapers won't be so
bad. He seems to like it," she gestured toward me. "Never know until
you try - which you are about to do right now."
sighed. "Okay, look," she said. "I know whatever I say here can
be kept secret, right?" My sister and I both nodded. What did she think I
was going to do anyway...she had just as much ammo on me to ruin my
well into high school.
blushed and said, "Well, remember when I told you I DO know about
and trying to keep it hidden?" she asked me.
I remembered the day she had embarrassed me in the hall. "You wouldn't
tell me how you knew though..."
you'll be quiet for a second I will." She took a deep breath. "Did
you ever know I wore diapers in fourth grade?" My mouth dropped open and
shook my head mutely. "That's because I did a good job of hiding it. I
a bad infection that basically took away my control by the time it was
with me. It was just during the winter - you might remember I was sick
two weeks straight. I even spent time in the hospital, and when I came
school I ended up in diapers until about February when Mom finally got
trained again. Being nine and wearing diapers almost killed me
but if you'll remember it was then that I started to become popular. It
push all the harder to be accepted, since I was trying so hard to hide
that I was wearing diapers. No one ever found out, and I was able to
hold on to
the popularity...you might not have noticed, but you've had a bit of a
popularity at school too."
figured that was mostly due to you," I finally found my voice.
thoughtful. "Yeah, you're right. It WAS all due to me!" She giggled
as I rolled my eyes.
to break up 'confession time'," my sister said. "But it is time to
get your diaper on, Jen." She led Jennifer from the table towards the
bedroom. "I'm going to let your first diapering be private, since it is
humiliating, but don't expect them all to be."
could hear the sounds from the bedroom as
Jennifer got put into her diaper. I was hoping I would get to see it - I
sure I would get to see her get a diaper change before this was over,
wondered what her facial expressions were for this first one.
The sounds of
crinkling plastic and diaper tapes opening and being fastened were the
enjoyed most as I tried to imagine it, followed by my sister giving
few pats on the diaper once it was done. Jennifer came waddling down the
then in just her shirt and diaper, her jeans left back in the bedroom.
was the same as with me - no pants over the diaper while in the house.
diaper made a loud crinkle as she sat down on the couch and she wrinkled
This is NOT fun. I don't know why you like it." She looked at me, and I
just shrugged in response. "Well, now what do we do?" she asked,
my homework," I said, pulling my backpack up beside me. "Not doing it
is what got me in this mess in the first place."
now?" Jennifer asked. "With a three day weekend ahead of us? I didn't
even bring my books." She watched as I started in on it. "Then again,
if I do it now, I guess I'll have the rest of the weekend free. Mind if I
I shook my
head. "You can do English or Biology while I work on Pre-Algebra if you
want, or we can work out of the same book. I think the assignments are
much the same."
looked at the assignments I had written down. "Yep. Same stuff. Hey, are
you any good in English?"
only class I have an A in," I told her.
an A in Pre-algebra, but I need help real bad in English," Jennifer
totally oblivious to the fact that she had just proven her statement by
she said it. And so we forged a study relationship much like I had with
and Sarah, except that in this case I also was able to help Jennifer. So
engrossed was I in the study that I didn't even realize I had wet my
until my Mom came home and checked me.
She led me
from the table, telling Jennifer to follow, as this would be a good time
learn how to change the baby's diaper. I blushed as she helped me up on
changing table, then told Jennifer to go ahead and she would just watch
tell her what needed to be done.
smiled and gave me a little tickle, making me giggle before she started.
looked in my eyes as she untaped the diaper, and had I not been able to
some of the same characteristics in her eyes as I saw in Sarah's and
Sarah because of that, I would have doubted whether I made the right
right then. She pulled the front of my diaper down, and tried
not to show surprise at my shaved genital area. My mother quickly
the reason for her pause, and explained how much harder it would be to
care of the diaper area were it not hairless.
that makes sense," Jennifer said, with a nervous glance toward her own
crotch, as though looking there would reassure her that hers was still
under the diaper.
worry," my mother laughed. "Since you are only in diapers for one
night, we won't shave yours."
okay," Jennifer said, looking down. I didn't know before that it really
was true that people could blush to the roots of their hair. My mother
Jennifer to lift me up, showing her how to do it herself, and pull the
diaper out from under me. I was beginning not to really enjoy being the
"class guinea pig" here, especially as I reflected upon the fact that
I had three more girls to go through after Jennifer.
if a baby's diaper is just wet you can just put them in a dry diaper,
an older baby you should always clean them up, because the pee is more
acidic," she said, getting a baby wipe out and handing it to Jennifer,
very gingerly cleaned my diaper area, then my bottom. I considered
should tell her when we were alone how much less shy Sarah was about
She was just
as gentle and shy with the baby powder, but had no problem rubbing it
bottom. She was getting good at it as she unfolded the dry diaper and
it under me, then pulled it up though my legs and taped it securely in
job!" my mother said, helping me down. "How about your diaper now? Do
you need changed yet?" Jennifer shook her head, but my mom checked her
anyway. I looked at Jennifer's diapered bottom and thought about how
would look with the diaper peeking out from under her cheerleader skirt.
Jennifer occupied the high chair, and I had to wait to eat. Jennifer fed
the high chair after she had been fed. We also both had to eat a fair
baby food mixed with solid food at this meal, and of course the bib and
bottle was an ever-present reminder of the baby status while eating.
was fed, my mother explained to Jennifer that while she and later,
simply being trained, Sarah and Stacey would be punished as well. She
her to know in advance that Sarah would be spanked at her first
beginning to definitely look uncomfortable by now, and I knew it would
long before she would wet her diaper - or maybe even more than wet it.
It finally did
happen at about 8:00 in the evening. I was watching Jennifer fidget as
on a baby blanket on the floor in front of the TV. Finally she sat up on
knees, and a relaxed expression came over her face. I watched as the
turned yellow on the middle and began to sag. She shouldn't have held it
gonna leak," I finally giggled.
had not realized I was watching and knew what she did, blushed.
"Nuh-uh," she retorted.
These diapers aren't really made for you to wait for hours keeping them
and then flood them all at once like that. You should let it out a
little at a
believe this," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes.
actually telling me how to wet in a diaper." She got a bit of a pained
expression on her face, and continued, "And you are right, too."
Jennifer's diaper is leaking!" I called out, drawing a murderous look
going to get you for that tomorrow."
never comes." I didn't really know what that was supposed to mean, but
sounded like it fit, anyway.
not for you, if you keep that kind of stuff up," she threatened. I just
giggled at her. I noted that the next few minutes would be very
for her as my mother entered the room, carrying a changing pad, baby
wipes, and a dry diaper.
hear someone needed a diaper change?" she asked, looking at Jennifer.
"Goodness," she said, taking in the sight of the drooping diaper.
"Did the dam finally break?" Jennifer only nodded as my mother spread
out the changing pad on the floor and motioned for Jennifer to lay on
crawled over and gingerly lay on her back, the diaper making a wet
squish as it
was compressed between her bottom and the pad.
thing you didn't have anything on over that diaper," my mother commented
as she grabbed a baby wipe and cleaned up the change pad around
where the diaper had already begun to leak. I stayed very quiet from my
point in my playpen, afraid that the slightest move might suddenly
mother that I was there, and she would banish me from watching Jennifer
diaper changed. After all, nobody had promised me that I would get to
The tapes on
the diaper were popped open and the front of the diaper folded down. I
with wide-eyed interest as the diaper was pulled out from under her, and
legs were spread and the diaper area carefully cleaned with baby wipes.
a cute bottom, I realized as my mother spread powder across it. Another
was put under her, she was let down, and once again modestly covered by a
breathe now," my mother called my way as she cleaned up the diapering
supplies. "And put your eyeballs back in your head." I sighed - of
course she had known I was watching. "Do you need changed?" she asked
me, and I shook my head. "You'll want to in the next few minutes if you
have to go," she told me. "After I put you to bed you'll have to wait
until morning for a dry diaper."
After she left
the room, Jennifer turned to me. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she
asked with an accusory tone.
Well...umm...yeah," I admitted.
clicked her tongue at me in a "Shame on you" type gesture. "Then
you must REALLY be looking forward to tomorrow. Seeing Sarah get spanked
diapered and all."
before I could stop myself, and Jennifer laughed. "I KNEW it! I should
tell Sarah on you."
she must already know," I assured her.
know. She's pretty naïve about that sort of thing."
You think she's naïve??" I asked, laughing as I thought about how she
changed my diapers. "Wow. She must be a pretty good actress."
that supposed to mean?" Jennifer asked.
I had just
opened my mouth to tell her how Sarah changed my diapers, but I shut it
immediately as my sister came in the room. "Okay, you two babies,"
she said. "It's time for bed."
it's only a little after 8:00," Jennifer complained.
We let you stay up late since you don't have school tomorrow," my sister
laughed. Jennifer looked at me as if to clarify whether I really had to
bed this early and I just nodded.
look changed from one of pouting to one of curiosity. "Hey, where am I
gonna sleep?" she asked.
see," my sister said, leading her down the hallway. I scrambled over the
side of my playpen and trailed along behind them. I went ahead and wet
diaper as I did this.
was all Jennifer said when she got to the doorway of the nursery. I saw a
had been set up. I could already tell it had a plastic sheet on the
My mother was
waiting for us. "Originally I had thought that I would put you in the
for tonight, and he would sleep on the cot, since you are a training
baby," she told Jennifer. "But then I realized that you are also the
babysitter, and you need to be able to get up if the real baby," she
looked at me, "needs anything. So you can sleep in the cot." Jennifer
looked relieved at this.
After we were
told the sleeping arrangements, and also that if we were loud after we
to bed and Mom had to come in and tell us to be quiet we would get
my sister helped me up on the changing table and removed my wet diaper.
Meanwhile I was watching as Jennifer had her shirt removed, and then her
My sister noticed I was watching something, and turned to follow my gaze
what it was, then looked back at me shaking her head and rolling her
didn't see what the big deal was, since she was also watching me get my
Jennifer and I
were put into matching babyish short nighties. No doubt our diapers were
visible beneath the hems. Jennifer was tucked into the cot (which made a
noisy crinkling under her) and given a baby bottle and one of my stuffed
bears. She looked so cute as she hugged it to her with a childish smile.
tucked into my crib and also given a baby bottle and my favorite teddy
Both of us were kissed goodnight (which made Jennifer blush and giggle),
the light was turned off, leaving us in just the glow of the nightlight.
morning, I awoke to a strange noise. Looking over toward Jennifer, I
that the entire cot on which she was laying was shaking back and forth.
first impulse was to yell "Earthquake" and take cover, but then I
realized that it was only her cot which was shaking.
are you doing?" I called softly. We had no clock in the room, but from
early morning light streaming through the window I surmised it to be
go to the bathroom!" she complained to me.
"You're wearing a bathroom!" I said. "Just go."
Her eyes were wide. "Not the way I gotta go!"
I rolled my
eyes. "So what are you gonna do? Lay there and fight it for the next two
hours? In the end you'll end up having to use it anyway - Mom won't let
of that diaper until you go. So you might as well use it now." It made
perfect sense to me anyway.
didn't give up. She tried to fight it for a few minutes more. Finally
stopped fidgeting and now was completely still. From one extreme to the
"Are you dead?" I finally asked.
don't want to move in it," she confessed. I tried to laugh quietly so
would not hear. She threw a pillow at me.
After this we
quieted down, and with Jennifer trying to be as still as humanly
me falling back asleep, the quiet stillness that you can only feel in
early hours of the morning descended once again on the house.
sister's alarm went off. Then there were the sounds of her getting up
rushing to get ready and catch the bus on time. We lived out in the
if we missed the bus we were screwed. Then Mom would have to drive us to
which could possibly make her late for work and this did not please her.
were the sounds of my mother getting up and seeing my sister off. Then
showered and got ready for work herself. I slept on and off through all
while Jennifer suffered in her messy diaper.
came in and got us up. I believe it was on purpose that she took me and
on the changing table first, leaving Jennifer to stay in her babified
a bit longer. She finished with me, right down to dressing me in a
T-shirt and of course nothing to cover my diaper, as was the rule at
she finally got Jennifer and put her on the table, but before she could
diaper changed, the doorbell rang. My mother took the belt on the table
belted Jennifer down to it, then went to the door.
Sarah's voice, and a minute later she followed my mother into the
saw Jennifer in her baby nightshirt and messy diaper. Whatever she was
about was forgotten as her voice trailed off and she stared at Jennifer
her mouth slightly agape.
GOD," Jennifer lamented. "I will never, ever live this down."
as she is going to be in the same condition as you very soon, I think
will," my mother assured her. Sarah blushed.
my mother addressed Sarah. "You are here to be the baby, but also to
to be a better babysitter for big babies. You are also here to be
your actions in previous babysitting, but that we will take care of in a
minute. Right now what you can do is learn how to change a messy diaper.
diaper change (while quite disgusting at times) was both fascinating and
hilarious. I thought Sarah and Jennifer would die of embarrassment
Once that was
done and Jennifer was in a clean diaper, and then dressed in a short
she was told how the day was to go. "You can get out of the diaper and
back to panties at noon," my mother told her. "If you take the
diapers off before then, I am sure one of these two will not be too shy
me about it. Your mother packed a new pair of panties for you and you
to get at them until noon." She showed Jennifer the bag that was ready
is simply to babysit the two babies," my mother said. "You are
completely in charge of them - your word is law. But having been the
know now what they will need and what they are feeling. You'll feed them
- preferably that will be after you make the change out of diapers. The
pretty much yours."
turned to Sarah. "As for you," she said, taking Sarah by the hand,
"I believe you are due some punishment."
know." Sarah looked at the ground. "I'm very sorry. I messed
good that you recognize that. And I realize it isn't all your fault -
was the actual babysitter. But you still did the deed, and being sorry
is not enough. There are consequences when you make a bad decision, and
best to learn that right now while you are young than for you to not
and go out into the world, and find out there that sorry isn't enough.
understand what I am going to do?" Sarah shook her head. "Have you
ever been spanked, Sarah?" She gulped as she shook her head and tears
to her eyes. My mother explained the process. "First I will pull your
and your panties down. Then I will pull you over my knee, and spank your
bottom. Since you were not the actual babysitter, I will hand spank you.
Tomorrow, Stacey will be paddled. Do not try to put your hand back there
cover yourself, do not try to stand up or get away, and do not try to
crying. Tears cleanse the soul."
it will make your spanking longer, I thought. I was smart enough not to
her understanding. I don't think she was able to speak. Actually, I
courage to stick this through, as my mother sat down on the cot, pulled
in front of her and undid the button fly on her jeans. I was already
just from seeing her in her panties, but then my mother reached up and
the panties down as well, revealing creamy white buttocks. Sarah's
even cuter than Jennifer's. Not that I had actually seen that many
compare them to.
pulled over Mom's knee, and the spanking began in earnest. The creamy
buttocks did not stay that way for very long. They became pink quickly
began to approach red. Sarah showed us that she had a very healthy set
lungs. I thought the windows might break. She also almost flew off the
several times as she kicked her feet. Mom finally had to pin her legs
leg while keeping her bent over the other knee.
As the last
swats were delivered hard and fast, Sarah was lectured on what it means
abuse a baby, and how she was now going to have to be the baby to see
feels. She was told that her parents had already agreed that if she ever
the baby or her authority as the babysitter again, she would be spending
least an entire month in diapers, with a spanking every Friday of that
She was then taken to the corner, where she still was when Mom left for
Before she left, however, she went over and hugged Sarah, and told her
she had done for her punishment. Then she told Jennifer to keep her in
corner for another 10 minutes.
After Mom left
and while Sarah was still in the corner, Jennifer took me out to the
room, out of Sarah's earshot. "Okay," she said, "Now while we
still have a chance, how about you tell me just what you meant yesterday
Sarah not being all that naïve."
but then I did tell her about how Sarah changed my diapers. "That little
imp!" exclaimed Jennifer. "She has learned that from that bitc ...
little friend of hers! Wish I was going to be babysitting HER!" She
evilly. Actually it made me shudder.
take care of this," she said after a minute of thinking. I hoped I
done anything too bad to Sarah.
little cousin, time for diapers!" Jennifer said, leading Sarah from the
corner. She made Sarah lay down on the changing table, and Sarah winced
bottom made contact with the table.
around the nursery while Jennifer got out a diaper and the baby powder
lotion. "This looks like a baby girls nursery," she commented. It was
just an observation, not like the whine I said the same thing with back
now, that's what it is," Jennifer said as she lifted Sarah by her feet
slid the diaper under her. Then she took the baby lotion, filled her
reached down between Sarah's legs.
and sat partially up, only to be gently pushed back down by Jennifer.
reached down again. Sarah moaned a bit, then gasped and sat up again.
"Hey! What are you doing!?" she asked angrily.
don't think that feels good?" Jennifer asked innocently.
Sarah knew she couldn't lie about that, especially since the moan had
given her away. "Yeah, but..."
embarrassing?" Jennifer finished for her. "Makes you feel ashamed and
vulnerable maybe?" Sarah nodded. "That's probably how he feels when
you do that to him," Jennifer said, motioning to me.
expression went blank for a minute, then filled with understanding.
"Ooh..." she said. She looked at me, and said earnestly, "I'm
okay," I said. Actually, it really was. Although it was embarrassing and
it did make me feel vulnerable and I wished she wouldn't do it in front
Stacey, it also felt really good. I hadn't asked Jennifer to get Sarah
All the same, I was pleased that Jennifer wanted to defend me.
As I was
reflecting on this, Jennifer had Sarah turn over on her tummy, and was
rubbing the baby lotion into Sarah's poor bottom. Finally she went ahead
We went out to
the living room, and opted to play a few board games. Jennifer noted how
it felt to have her homework already done and out of the way, and how
like my help in English would definitely be good for her grade. We must
made a strange sight, the three of us, sitting around the living room
playing a board game and wearing nothing but shirts and diapers.
insisted we had to watch several shows that were on television in the
since she never got to watch them since we were in school at that time
During this time I wet my diaper, but didn't mention it. When lunchtime
Jennifer went into the kitchen to find something for us.
Sarah sat on
the couch next to me and flexed her legs a few times. "These feel kinda
good, don't they?" she commented. I nodded. "I see why you like
them," Sarah went on. I thought it was interesting how opposite her
thoughts were to Jennifer, who obviously hated being diapered.
Sarah was now
staring at my diaper. "You wet, didn't you?" she giggled. I told her
I did. "Want me to wet too?" she asked.
I looked at
her with raised eyebrows. "Okay..."
She reached out and took my hand and lay it on the crotch of her diaper, and her eyes took on a dreamy expression. I felt the diaper grow warm under my hand, then moved my hand and watched a yellow stain spread throughout the middle of the diaper and grow toward the back of it. She squirmed a bit when she finished, the grinned at me. "THAT feels good too!" she confirmed. Then she called loudly, "Jenniferrrr...your babies need their diapers changed!"
lunch," Jennifer told us. Sarah pouted - she had enjoyed wetting the
diaper, but she didn't want to stay in it now that it was done.
Jennifer was firm about when she would change us. "After lunch, I will
change you both before putting you down for a nap," she promised.
She first made
Sarah get in the high chair and she fed her. Hot dogs cut up into pieces
allowed Sarah to use her fingers to eat them, and french
fries were easy as well, but Jennifer spoon fed her the applesauce. Then
put into the high chair. With me, they put the tray into place over my
so I could not use them at all, and then Jennifer "taught" Sarah how
to feed me. It wasn't TOO awful, but I was getting uncomfortable in my
diaper and I wished it to be over so I could be changed. Sarah kept
down at her diaper and I could tell she felt the same way about it. When
put the bottle to my lips, I drank it down quickly.
made us help her with the dishes(even though I
out to her that real babies do not have to wash dishes.) Then we went
the nursery, where Jennifer spread a changing pad on the floor. I was
and ended up doing the same thing as yesterday - being a guinea pig to
to change a big baby's diaper, this time for Sarah to learn rather than
Jennifer. As Jennifer put the baby powder on me, she said, "And you
it into his skin, WITHOUT trying to arouse him," as she rubbed it into
privates. She said the last part sternly, drawing a blush from me and a
changed then. After she had a dry diaper on, Jennifer opened the crib
helped me into it. As I got in she flashed me a secretive wink, then said, "Gee, I wonder where I can put the other
baby down for her nap? I guess she will just have to sleep in the crib
well!" and she helped Sarah in next to me as I scooted over to make
She gazed at the two of us for a second after putting the crib side up,
commented, "Yep - definitely a cute couple. Now, don't let me catch you
having TOO much fun, or I'll have to blister both your butts!"
As she turned
away, Sarah and I grinned at each other. Jennifer sat on the changing
herself and removed her diaper. It was now past
so she could get out of diapers. I saw that she had wet her last diaper.
"Jennifer wet her diaper!" I chanted teasingly.
didn't want it to go to waste!" she defended herself. She cleaned up
baby wipes, then opened the bag her mother had sent with her with her
clothes. "Oh for..." she said as she pulled something from the bag.
wrong?" I asked.
the 'clean panties' my mother packed for me!" she said, holding them up.
closely and saw they were a bit different. They looked very thick,
in the crotch, and...
what they were just as Sarah blurted out, "Training panties!" and
burst into giggles. I saw the forlorn expression on Jennifer's face, but
couldn't help it as I burst into giggles too.
to sleep you two," she ordered, as she stepped into the training panties
and drew them up into place. "Ugh - these aren't much better than
diapers!" She then lay down in the cot - the noisy plastic crinkling
her and causing Sarah to look over questioningly.
a bed wetter," she whispered to me. "Maybe she ought to stay in the
diapers!" We both giggled again, and got another warning from Jennifer.
With that, Sarah cuddled up against me and we put our arms around each
and closed our eyes.
didn't really believe I would fall asleep,
but I did. When I woke up, my diaper was warm, confirming that I had
used to diapers I was wetting in my sleep now - "which can't really bode
well if...I mean WHEN...I want to get out of diapers," I thought to
still curled up sleeping in my arms. I could have stayed that way
except she was also laying on my leg which was slowly falling asleep. I
from the numbness and pins and needles feeling that it was giving me as I
to very carefully pull it out from under Sarah.
She stirred in
her sleep, then opened her eyes and smiled up at me. "Good mornin',"
I looked at
the clock. "It's
the afternoon," I pointed out.
you, Mr. cuckoo clock," she giggled at me. "It was STILL a good
morning." She cuddled closer to me. I looked over her head to the cot
saw Jennifer on her stomach, covers kicked off, and thick training
prominently covering her bottom. I don't care if they had to wear
not, any guy in that school would have given just about anything to be
shoes just then. Too bad I couldn't really tell anyone about it.
far, an even better afternoon," I answered her. She looked up at me, and
finally, we shared our first kiss. As young as we were, it was probably a
clumsy kiss, but it was still the best couple seconds of my young life.
told you two not to have too much fun in there!" We broke apart blushing
as if we had done something wrong. Jennifer was sitting up on the cot,
obviously trying very hard not to laugh at us. "Guess I better let you
of there, before you get into trouble," she teased, walking over and
putting the side of the crib down.
her tongue out at Jennifer as she got out of the crib, thinking Jennifer
couldn't see her. "I saw that!" Jennifer said, giving Sarah's
diapered bottom a firm smack.
Sarah jumped. There was a lot of padding in that diaper, so I didn't
could have hurt that much, but, she HAD just got her first spanking this
morning. She quickly retreated from the bedroom, going out to the living
stopped me as I was getting out of the crib. "You two are really cute
together and you really make her happy," she said. "But if you ever
hurt her, I'll have to kick your butt." It wasn't really made as a
just a simple informative statement. I nodded. I had no intention of
The rest of
the afternoon was spent in babyish fun. I had recently discovered a
fun in things that I had outgrown - or thought I had - long ago, like my
Lite Brite and Lego Blocks. Sarah and Jennifer seemed to be having the
feelings about these things, although later Sarah confessed to me that
time, she was still playing with her Lite Brite and her dolls and doll
quite regularly. Being the youngest child and the only girl, she did get
little spoiled and babied.
actually went so far as to humor us, to my shock, by using my little
chair when she had to go, as per Sarah's suggestion. "I knew she
would," Sarah explained simply to my shocked expression. "She doesn't
hate this as much as you might think," she whispered.
When my sister
got home from school, Jennifer was then allowed to go home. She still lingered on for an hour or so, even
though my sister wouldn't let her put her jeans on over the training
until she was ready to go home. She finally did go home, and I wondered
Mom was planning in the future for her. My sister went back to her
leaving Sarah and I alone in the playpen in the Living Room. Keeping a close eye on the bedroom, we used
this time to practice our kissing technique.
We almost got
caught by Mom, throwing ourselves to opposite sides of the playpen as
door opened. She could probably tell we had been up to something by the
looks on our faces. She came over and checked both our diapers, smiling
found Sarah was wet. "Not having any trouble using your diapers?" she
asked. Sarah shook her head. "You don't seem to mind them much."
It was an
observation more than a question, but Sarah answered anyway. "No...they
feel kinda - nice." She looked down at her diapered crotch. "Does
that make me weird?" she asked, sounding pretty vulnerable.
knelt down at eye level with Sarah. "What IS weird?" she asked her.
normal?" Sarah was confused.
is normal?" my mother went on.
Sarah didn't have an answer. Helplessly, she shrugged her shoulders.
'normal' for you is liking diapers, at least right now, and I can't see
there would be anything wrong with that," my mother concluded.
"Thanks," she said. "I feel better about it now."
problem," my mother said as she ran her fingers once through Sarah's
hair. "You ought to put this up in pigtails," she said, causing Sarah
a happy smile. "You want me to put it up for you?" Sarah nodded
happily, so for the next 10 minutes she sat on Mom's lap and had her
brushed and put into pigtails. It looked like a lot of fun - I wondered
could grow my hair long.
slowly, keeping my eyes closed to the morning sunlight that was
through my window. I could feel the familiar feeling of dampness in my
and knew I had wet in my sleep again. This made me wonder if I would end
wearing diapers for a lot longer than the intended time, at least at
things considered, I would much rather wake up in wet diapers than a wet
opened my eyes and looked through the bars of my crib to the cot where
was sleeping. Or rather, where she had slept last night, since now she
awake and watching me. "You took a long time to wake up," she
commented. "I had to throw THREE stuffed animals at you!" I looked
around the crib and noted the presence of three stuffed teddy bears
not been there when I went to sleep. I looked accusingly back at Sarah,
just gave me a wide eyed innocent look. "Would you mind tossing back the
yellow one? He's my favorite," she said.
I sighed and
rolled my eyes as I picked up the teddy bear, and made a well aimed toss
over the bars of the crib and back onto the cot. She picked it up with a
and cuddled it close, also picking up her pacifier at the same time and
it in her mouth. It was then I noticed she did not always need to use
lotion and be changing my diaper to get certain reactions from my body.
As I shifted
and tried to get into a more comfortable position without her noticing,
nightie came up and exposed the bottom part of my diaper. "Wow," she
said as she saw the wet condition of my diaper. "When di yu do tha?"
she tried to say around the pacifier.
I blushed and
shrugged my shoulders. Her mouth dropped open in surprise, causing her
to drop out. "You mean you wet it without waking up? How'd you do
that?" I noticed that instead of teasing me about being an apparent
bed-wetter, she actually appeared to be envious.
it just happens naturally, when you get used to going in your diapers," I
she said again. Then she giggled with a mischievous look. "You'll have
be re-potty trained then, won't you?"
"I think so. At least I hope I will be."
were you," Sarah said, as she lifted her nightie to show me that her
diaper was as saturated as mine, "I'd be looking for a way to stay in
really like them that much?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well - why
don't you just ask your parents?" I asked.
don't want to wear them to school - no offense," she answered. "Two,
my brothers would never let me forget it."
She was probably right about that. I grinned. "You could ask Stacey. And
like seeing me get changed," she accused. I shrugged. "We'll
see," she said. "I'm still not sure what I think about all this. I
kinda like being a baby, but I also kinda like babying you. I have to
balance," I finished for her. She looked at me questioningly.
"There's a balance," I explained, "between being a baby and
being older to get the things you need to get done - or just other
baby things, that you like to do. It's impractical to be a baby ALL the
And it's not really all fun either."
she agreed. "The balance...I need to find that. Where it is for me."
I nodded, and we smiled at each other. Just then the doorbell rang.
will be Stacey," Sarah said. "Which means I will soon be out of
diapers..." she looked a bit disappointed... "But, putting them on
her!" She brightened considerably at this.
It was Stacey,
as evidenced by her voice and my Mom talking a minute later. Sarah and I
at each other, as she mouthed silently, "She's gonna be spanked too!"
worse than you," I whispered back. "She's the 'official'
babysitter." Sarah's eyes got wide at the thought of a spanking worse
what she had received. She was about to answer back, but stopped as my
Stacey came in the room.
about the same reaction to the nursery as the other girls; entering, and
having to stop a moment and look around to take it all in. Then she
Sarah, who had forgotten about her nightie being pulled up and still had
soaked diaper showing, and giggled.
wouldn't laugh too much if I were you," my mother warned her. "Pretty
soon it will be you in the wet diaper, and she'll be the one you'll be
to change you." Stacey stopped laughing quickly, not just over the
statement, but because my mother's voice had taken on the tone that let
know she was about to be disciplined.
Stacey had the
good sense (either that or she really did feel bad) to look ashamed as
mother listed the crimes she had committed in her care (or lack thereof,
mother put it) of me. To her credit, she also admitted that Sally had
good care of me, and Sarah had done better than she had. Sarah blushed -
think at that moment, the last thing she wanted was any more attention
given to her.
know what I am going to do to punish you?" my mother asked her.
"You're going to spank me," she said simply. She rummaged in her
purse and pulled something out. "My mother made me bring this..." It
was a large wooden hairbrush. My mother took it from her and set it
as she sat on the cot, causing Sarah to quickly move as far to the side
as she could without falling out. This caused my mother to give her an
look, and tell her to go ahead and get in the crib with me.
climbed into the crib with me, my mother was pulling Stacey's pants
down, and I
moved to get a bit better of a view. It was then that I noticed a look
Sarah's face I had not actually noticed before - sheer jealousy. "She's a
real redhead," I whispered in Sarah's ear in an attempt to lighten her
think for one second you are enjoying this too much, as soon as I get
alone, I will make you WISH you were getting off as easy as she is,"
whispered back ominously. I doubted she would ever REALLY make good on
threat, but decided to settle down anyway, just in case!
Maybe it was
just because she had put me through so much. Maybe it was that she
cute as Sarah had with her bottom turned up for a spanking like that.
was my young teenage hormones. Or maybe it was a mixture of all the
Stacey's spanking did catch my interest. My mother actually started it
Stacey's panties, then stood Stacey up and pulled her panties down to
it. She spanked her almost as long (though I don't believe as hard) with
hand as she had Sarah, bringing Stacey to tears before she even picked
brush. What followed then made me decide I never wanted to deal with a
like that, as Stacey's bottom was turned more red than her hair. Each
punctuated by a squeal from her. Sarah even forgot to be jealous as she
on with wide eyes.
Finally it was
over, and Stacey just went limp as the paddling stopped, unable to do
except repeat over and over that she was sorry as she sobbed. My mother
her over her knees and rubbed her back. I wondered if she hadn't been a
too hard on her. My sister had come to the doorway, and Mom told her to
Baby Lotion, which she did quickly, and Mom gently rubbed it into
bottom to take some of the sting out. Stacey was able to sniffle out a
"thank you." Mom then told Trisha to get Sarah dressed for the day,
and then Sarah would be able to take care of me, seeing as Stacey would
able to assist in my morning diaper change today.
My sister took
Sarah to the changing table, and let me out of the crib. I was
passing out watching between the two; Sarah having her diaper removed,
Stacey being led to the crib, her shirt being pulled off over her head,
her totally naked since she had kicked her pants and panties off not
her spanking. Stacey was picked up, and laid in the crib on her stomach
Mom, who told her she could stay there for a bit and recover. Sarah was
from her soaked diaper, then dressed in training panties similar to
yesterday, though in her case they were pink with a waterproof cover and
more toddlerish looking. I was sure there was a slight smile on her face
they were pulled into place over her thighs. My sister teasingly warned
would be in for a spanking if she had any accidents in those.
Sarah was then
allowed to pull on her pink tank top and a short denim skirt she had
with her. My sister brushed her hair for her, then my Mom and sister
allow my care totally up to Sarah. I got on the changing table and Sarah
changed me carefully. For a couple minutes it was so quiet, the only
were the crinkling of the diapers, and the occasional sniffle from the
Then, Stacey spoke.
am sorry," she said. I looked over and saw she was peering at me through
the bars of the crib. "I mean, sometimes I just say I am sorry so the
spanking will stop, and all I am sorry about is that I got caught," she
went on when she saw she had my attention. "But this time I really did
mean it. I really AM sorry - not that I got caught, but for what I did
I thought for a
moment, then nodded. "It wasn't THAT bad," I admitted. Now Stacey
gave me the same expression she had used before when I had allowed Sally
make me crawl like a "real baby".
see," she said, even managing a giggle.
Sarah put her
hands on her hips. "Well *I* don't!" she snapped. "Would someone
please share this information with me??"
Sarah. You really are blonde, aren't you?" Stacey teased. I knew she
didn't just mean hair color. She looked from Sarah to me, then back to
"He LIKES it," she told Sarah. "He likes being treated like a
baby. Don't you?" she focused back on me for confirmation. I blushed and
nodded my head.
Then I noticed
a shadow by the door. I looked and saw my Mom go by the door and down
Had she heard what we said? How could she have missed...it looked like
was out of the bag now.
is THAT all?" Sarah said,
shrugging. "So what?" She and Stacey went on talking about the
of this, neither of them having noticed my mother going by.
ARE you?" Sarah asked me, giving me a light smack on the diaper to get
going to keep wearing diapers after your punishment is over?" Sarah
rolling her eyes.
"Umm - I
dunno. I may HAVE to," I said, thinking about my recent
sure Sally would LOVE to re-potty train you," Stacey teased. "And
take care of all your little accidents..."
Sarah warned. "Don't you EVER learn?"
Old habits die hard." Stacey blushed.
well, while I am the babysitter you better not tease him too much, or
give you another spanking."
got wide. "You're playing favorites," she pouted.
Sarah said to her. "Don't make me choose between my best friend and my
bo..." She stopped as Stacey looked at her.
Now she had my full attention as well. Finally she shrugged. "My
boyfriend," she finished.
giggled. "Well you sure got a unique one, Sarah. I bet you are the only
girl in school who has a boyfriend that wears diapers and dresses and
a baby nursery. Also the only girl who babysits her boyfriend!" Sarah
glared at her in answer. "What?" Stacey feigned innocence. "I'm
not teasing! I'm stating fact!"
minute, during which Sarah was in my closet picking out clothes for me -
clothes, I noticed a bit unhappily - Stacey shifted uncomfortably in the
"Umm - Sarah?"
Sarah was all the way in the closet now, but poked her head out.
suppose I am allowed to use the toilet?" Sarah just stared at her in
reply. "That's what I thought. In that case, maybe you better get a
as she came out of the closet and picked up a diaper and baby powder
changing table and took them over to the crib with her. "You never were
able to hold it very long, Stacey. Wearing diapers may be something YOU
consider doing more often." She waited for Stacey to turn over on her
back, wincing as she did so. She then opened the back of the diaper,
time in doing so in full view of Stacey. She grabbed Stacey's ankles and
her bottom off the crib mattress, slipped the diaper under her, and
bit of baby powder before letting her back down on the diaper, doing so
so she didn't cause her too much pain. Later, she told me she did it
because she really didn't want Stacey to subconsciously associate
pain, just in case she may turn out to like it as well. She then
baby powder and rubbed it gently into Stacey's skin, causing a blush
of them. She finished then, pulling it tight and taping it with the
After she was
done, Sarah and I both just kind of stared at Stacey. "What?" she
the way you asked for a diaper means you have to go," Sarah told her.
"So what are you waiting for?"
it's not exactly easy with both of you staring at me!" she exclaimed.
- we'll turn around," Sarah pacified her, going back to the closet. I
pretended to look at everything in the nursery BUT Stacey, although I
watching her out of the corner or my eye, and I had a feeling Sarah had a
"voyeur view" from inside the closet.
Stacey got a
look of intense concentration on her face and stayed that way for at
minute. "I can't do it!" she finally said. "And I really have to
go bad too..."
is, sooner or later you will wet into the diaper," Sarah said. "But,
if you flood it too much it can leak, and also I hate to see you that
uncomfortable." She left the room for a minute and when she came back
had a basin of water, which she took Stacey's hand and rested it in.
warm," Stacey commented. "I thought this only worked if you were
reason it works is because it relaxes you bladder muscles," Sarah said.
She took some of the warm water and trickled it over Stacey's wrist.
Stacey let out an "Oooh..." and I watched as a large yellow spot
formed in the diaper between her legs, and slowly spread out. It was a
CAN go while we are watching you," Sarah teased her.
Stacey answered sarcastically. "Will you please change me now?"
what?" Sarah prompted.
my diaper," Stacey elaborated with a huge sigh.
get him dressed. Babies don't always get changed right away, and we
always changed him right away. I want you to get used to the feel of a
diaper," Sarah told her. With that, she advanced on me with a pink shirt
that had a bow on the front collar, and a pink denim jumper with Winnie
Pooh on it.
her day as a baby very well. She complained a little about how long it
Sarah to change her diapers (she needed changed SIX times), and she
didn't like having to eat baby food, but she took very well to drinking
baby bottle, and actually was very fun to play with in the playpen.
It was also humorous to see how she decided to
sit on her
knees rather than her bottom. Every time she did have to sit down the
way, she would cringe a little and then fidget the whole time she was
"I'm still going to feel it in school Monday," she complained once.
My mom and sister were home of course, it being Saturday (although they
leaving our care completely to Sarah), and Mom told her she was supposed
still feel that spanking for a few days.
afternoon, Sarah suggested a Tea Party, getting Stacey and I dressed up
fancy dresses for it. It seemed strange to have a tea party with bibs
bottles, but it was fun anyway. Even Sarah wore a bib, giving rise to
from Stacey. "Why are YOU wearing one?"
don't want to get this dress stained," Sarah retorted, referring to the
short yellow dress she had dug out of the closet. It was so short that
had matching panties to wear under it, which fit over Sarah's plastic
training panties in a most cute fashion.
think you could have found one any more revealing?" Stacey asked,
her eyes. "Even my dress doesn't show THAT much! And I'm the one in
diapers." Stacey was wearing a white dress, and it was a little longer
Sarah's. I decided not to tell Stacey that it still showed her diapers
I was quite
satisfied in a light powder blue dress. It came to about three inches
knee - short enough to be cute, but long enough to cover everything. It
reminded me of something Cindy Brady might wear if she needed a fancy
something. It had lace trimming on the sleeves, bodice, and hem, and a
blue wide sash that was tied into a big bow in the back. Stacey had to
back her giggles when Sarah put it on me; what was a little concerning
I was not all that bothered anymore to wear such outfits.
that even with the severe paddling she got and the complete baby
right down to being given a bath that night by Sarah in front of me -
was not going to change very much. Sure she knew she was diapered and
babied, but it didn't seem to connect in her brain to realize that she
shouldn't have to be teased for it - and therefore allow her to make the
that she should not tease me. Even though she was in the same boat I was
she continued her teasing, just not really thinking about it. As Sarah
time before, Stacey is...Stacey.
So what did
that mean? Was I going to continue to be treated poorly by her? I didn't
so, since she had realized that her humiliation of me had gone too far
and had apologized for it even before she got spanked. She would
tease me, but probably not as bad as before. And besides, now that I had
and Sally to protect me, and they WOULD tell on Stacey if she got really
again, I figured I was reasonably safe.
diapered again before bed that night, which surprised me. I knew
didn't have to wear diapers again, but then she had not stayed a second
So I really wasn't sure whether Mom put Sarah in the diaper by her own
to, or whether Sarah may have actually asked her to diaper her for bed.
Whichever it was, Sarah did not argue or look too upset about it.
Stacey got put
into an extra thick diaper before bed. She was sort of torn on her
about it, because she said on one hand it did pad her sore bottom (she
her stomach, which may be why Mom thought she would need that extra
- or she may have just been making Stacey feel as babyish as possible).
the other hand she wasn't sure she could sleep in such a thick diaper.
We were all
given bedtime bottles (even Sarah), and I slept in the crib while the
slept in the cot. Mom told us that Sally's training would be a little
than the other girls since there was just the one day to do it in, and
really wanted to see how Sally did on babysitting me - by herself. I
that was going to be really strange feeling to me, having a
baby-sit me like that. We were told it would be explained better in the
morning, then the light was turned off, and the butterfly night-light
in the nursery for the three babies.
very interesting that Sunday. As soon as Sally got there, early in the
we were wakened by my Mom and sister and told that we would all be going
church together. Sally and I would be going as babies, and Stacey and
our babysitters. Apparently by now it had all been explained to Sally,
stood in the nursery looking toward the floor and blushing. She was
cutely dressed in a green jumper and pink blouse, though I had a feeling
she had on under the jumper was going to change before we left.
Mom and Trisha
got Sarah and Stacey up first. Mom took Sarah and Trisha took Stacey,
Sally let down the side of the crib and hopped up into it to sit beside
wait. We watched as the other two were taken care of.
Sarah," my Mom said. "You've been in diapers two nights and all day a
couple days ago, and look, you even wet your diaper last night." Sarah
blushed. "Now, do you think you can stay dry in your pretty dress at
church? You may not be able to get to a potty quickly - do you think
should wear a diaper?" I realized Mom was giving Sarah a chance to wear
diapers without having to actually ask for them.
I better wear a diaper," Sarah said, trying to sound like she wasn't
excited about it. It didn't work. Even Sally picked up on it, and Stacey
rolled her eyes. I'm not sure if it ever occurred to Sarah that if she
wearing diapers she would be expected to just use them. I also thought
one of the babysitters in diapers was a little odd, but then, since it
Stacey's turn she would be doing most of the babysitting anyway. Until
took over later in the day.
Stacey..." my mother began. "You girls have probably noticed by now
that all your parents have decided that after your day in diapers you
spend at least one day in training panties. I don't know how long - may
day, may be a year, but each of you goes to training panties after
just like a real toddler. Jennifer's were just thick cloth; Sarah's were
little more embarrassing with the waterproof cover. But Stacey, YOUR'S
about the worst." My mother held up a package of Huggies Pull-Ups for
Girls. "And since this isn't the smallest package available (I noticed
there were 17 count) I think we can safely assume she doesn't intend to
out of them right away and waste the rest either," she went on. She then
laughed, "Look - your sister gets cloth," and held up a thick pair, a
lot like Jennifer's except they had some nursery print alphabet blocks
numbers all over them.
fair," Stacey pouted as Trisha pulled the babyish Pull Up up over her
legs. "She gets cloth training pants, and she only has to wear diapers
part of the day."
perfectly fair," my mother told her. "Sally is only a part time baby
sitter. You and Sarah, and occasionally Jennifer when neither of you are
available, are the full time sitters. Sally is more of an 'assistant'." I
glanced at Sally and saw her stick her tongue out at Stacey.
brought with her three of Stacey's childish dresses that had been made
her by her Aunt. These were the outfits Stacey, Sarah, and I were to be
in for church. Sarah had white tights pulled on over her diaper, and
dressed in the yellow dress. Stacey was also put in tights, and the blue
That left the purple dress for me. She also brought a package of Pampers
diapers with her, since my diapers would be too big on her. I wondered
would be done with the remaining diapers. Maybe her parents would keep
a deterrent to her from getting into trouble.
my mother said, "before we get this baby ready, we have to take care of
some unpleasant business. Each of the babysitters has to be spanked for
mistreatment of the baby, and there is just one left now to spank." She
sat down on the edge of the crib next to Sally and pulled Sally down
lap, and I remembered that I had resolved to let my mother know Sally
been mean to me.
I said, as she pulled Sally's jumper up in the back, revealing her pink
panties. My mother looked at me. "Umm - Sally didn't mistreat me," I
told her. "She shouldn't get a spanking." I was sure I saw Sally
breath a sigh of relief, even from the position in which she was.
you said she spanked you!" my mother said.
- er - she did. But I deserved it." I blushed as I recounted the story
throwing the baby food and hitting Sally in the face with it (See
babysitter who DIDN'T mistreat you, and you treated her like that?" my
mother asked me. I didn't answer, figuring that was a rhetorical
mother handed Sally over to Trisha, telling her to diaper her, then
me. "What is the rule in this house about what happens if you get
somewhere other than home?"
I knew what
the rule was. It was why I was so careful not to let my mother find out
any spankings I got away from home. I gulped as I answered, "You get it
doubled at home?"
right," my mother said. "Sally, how many swats did you give
it was five or six," she said. "It wasn't that big a deal - he was
just being a normal baby." I knew she was trying to make it easy on me,
since I had spoken up and took this spanking to save her from getting
Stacey was not
about to see me get let off the hook that easily. "With a wooden
spoon!" she reminded her. My mother sent Sarah to get the wooden spoon.
about to be outdone by her sister, said, "Yes, but I left his diaper
swats were to the thighs," Stacey retorted. Sally looked like she was
trying to think of another way to save me, but realized she had no more
sighed. "Ten swats with the wooden spoon," she said, taking it from
Sarah, who was back already. "And I'll give you the choice of whether
want it to your thighs or to your bare bottom."
sound like such a good choice of options to me. I figured I had a little
meat in my bottom though, so I chose that. My mother removed my diaper
lay on my back, and took the nightie off as well, and cleaned me up,
had been wearing a messy diaper. Sarah had backed quietly into a corner
watch, and Stacey had taken a seat on the cot, as though this were a
attraction for her. After I had seen them get their butts blistered,
no way either of them wanted to miss this. Besides, I DID deserve it for
launching that baby food at Sally, although it WAS funny (See chapter
7), and I
could see her watching from the changing table as well.
As soon as I
was situated over her lap, my mother began lecturing me on not being a
baby and throwing food at my babysitters, punctuating her words every
seconds with a swat from the wooden spoon. I fought hard, not willing to
front of the girls. Ten swats wasn’t too hard to endure, and my mother
really spank me too hard this time. After she spanked me, she put me
back on my
back in the crib and had Stacey diaper me in a clean diaper and put the
dress and white tights on me, while Sarah did my hair.
By the time I
was dressed, Sally was also diapered under her jumper. I noticed how
her diaper crinkled under her jumper, and was secretly relieved that I
have to wear Pampers (this was before the cloth covers). My mother
few packages of Pop Tarts for us to eat on the way, and hurried us out
door. I had a feeling we were going to be a bit late – which meant we
draw even more attention while entering.
There was some
jostling around in the car as we all tried to figure out how to fit. My
sister had the front seats, and the rest of us had to get into the back.
of us were very big, so it wasn’t an impossible task. I ended up in the
between Stacey and Sarah, and Sally sat in Stacey’s lap. This caused the
backseat to appear as though it was full of ruffles and lace, because of
full skirts on our dresses.
at church, I saw I was correct about
being late, as people turned to stare as we came in the door. Seeing me
dresses was not as big a deal, since they had already seen me dressed
last week, but seeing the three “other little girls” was a change for
could see many of them staring at Stacey, Sarah, and Sally in turn, as
they were trying to decide if they were really girls, or just boys being
punished like me. Luckily the nursery was in the back of the church
and we did not have to endure the stares too long.
The ladies of
the church took turns being in charge in the nursery per week, so that
got stuck back there all the time (except for the babies). This week Pam
there, with her daughter Shona helping. Shona was a couple years older
and just rolled her eyes (as teenagers do about almost anything at that
when we came in. I was happy, and I’m sure the girls were as well, that
went to a different school than we did.
was much different. “Oh GOOD!” she said upon seeing me. “I was hoping
be back again this week! And you brought some friends with you this
Sarah and Stacey looked at each other with huge eyes, trying to decipher
was WITH this odd person, but I was used to her. (True story here…) Once
was seven, Pam decided that I was way too small to be that age, and I
the right age to be in her Bible Class. It was preschoolers – they were
and 4! It was two age levels down from where I was supposed to be.
same thing happened with her sister, Stephanie, when I was in fifth
she was teaching that class and was sure I was supposed to be in the
grade class. Luckily I had been in that class for awhile, and the rest
assured her that, yes, I really was in fifth grade. Stupid adults.
explained to her that me, Sarah, and Sally were diapered, and that
in Training Panties, as she set the very full diaper bag down on the
“Well, honey, the little training potty is right here, so you just tell
Pam when you have to go potty, and we’ll get you right on it,” she said
Stacey in an extremely syrupy voice, causing a bright blush from Stacey
giggles from the rest of us.
We didn’t get
away without embarrassment either though. “You might want to keep a
on these two,” my mother went on, pointing to me and Sarah, and bringing
blushes from us as well.
to have some fun at that. “Ahh – two childhood sweethearts,” she said,
her mother’s syrupy voice, and pinching our cheeks with a wicked smile.
lord, I would never live this down.
out two playpens and ordered me and Sally into one of them, then Sarah
Stacey into the other. Sarah got in easily enough, but Stacey was in NO
be bossed around by a fifteen year old girl. “I will NOT!” she said,
herself up to her full 4’8”, and staring (up) into Shona’s eyes
said. “You be nice, and do what Miss Shona says.”
ready to fight more, but Sarah whispered to her, “Remember the
Shona smiled triumphantly as Stacey took a seat in the playpen, while
could sit. She was not done humiliating Stacey however. Later, Pam left
few minutes, leaving Shona in charge, and Shona decided Stacey looked
and was cranky and needed a nap in the crib.
she was going to get back at Shona. “Ohh Shonaaaa…” she said sweetly. “I
my diaper changed.”
WANT her to change your diaper?” I asked, shocked. I had already decided
no matter what, I was going to wait until AFTER church to wet my diaper.
look like the kind of girl who will be happy about changing a messy
Sarah said, smiling. She was right too, Shona almost gagged as she
diaper open, making us all laugh at her.
It wasn’t a
lot of fun, but we lived through the ordeal with Shona. Sally and I were
both able to keep our diapers dry until we left. We both ended up
the way home, and Stacey changed our diapers when we got home. Sarah
as soon as we got back from church, and Stacey then left at around , when Mom said her time was up,
Sally was going to be the babysitter now.
It felt odd
having a nine year old as my babysitter. Sally pulled up a stool next to
high chair and spoon fed me my dinner, something neither Sarah nor
done. She even remembered to put my bib on me without being reminded,
give me drinks from my bottle as she fed me. She had to change my diaper
and both times she did it completely without help, tickling me and
cooing to me
as she changed me, remembering baby powder, and using Diaperene once at
slightest sign of redness.
evening, she asked if she could give me a bath, and Mom let her, having
impressed all day by her skills. This she also did a very good job on,
Mom’s watchful eye, and after she got me diapered and in my pajamas for
night, she sat down on the couch and cuddled me in her lap as she fed me
night time bottle. This all had its desired effect; as she led me back
crib I was very sleepy. I crawled into it, and she pushed the pacifier
given me into my mouth, put the side up, and flipped out the light.
Stacey and Sarah, she did not have to stay the night, and my Mom drove
home. I didn’t even hear the car leave.
Note: As we close
out with these last two chapters, some people may think I got bored or
ran out of
ideas and therefore rushed the ending. This, however, is not the truth.
my intent from the very beginning to give a detailed account of the
couple weeks of the punishment, and then skip to the end of the year. I
hold back a little in the last couple of chapters in order to make this
50 chapters though. Whereas there may have been a little more detail and
given to the ordeal with Shona, Sally’s babysitting, or Stacey’s day as a
those were curtailed just slightly so that it would be possible to
at Chapter 50.
The next thing
I was aware of was being wakened by my Mom. It was morning, time for
and going back to school for another week. But today I felt more ready
My work had been done and caught up for several days; I had some new
just had a really good night’s sleep, the first in a while (even though
diaper was wet); I had a really good, fun weekend; and for once, I knew
answers to the questions the teachers were asking in class. Plus, every
was one day closer to the dance. Oh yeah – and summer, when I could get
diapers - of course.
So I was a
little happier as my Mom got me cleaned up and into a new diaper, and as
got me dressed and my sister brushed my teeth and my hair and washed my
The baby bottle of orange juice was a little tastier than usual, and the
oatmeal tasted a little better, and I didn’t drop as much on my bib. And
got to the bus, Sarah and Stacey were there, saving my seat as usual.
was so different than just a couple weeks ago, when I was in dread of
them, and they were having fun humiliating me.
were still in training panties. Both girls even crinkled a bit as they
since Sarah’s had the waterproof cover and Stacey was in Pull-Ups. It
really noticeable if you didn’t already know, though. Stacey was highly
embarrassed over it, as she told me that she and Sarah were now
have to go to the school nurse three times a day to “potty”. Sarah was
embarrassed, as she told us about the fact that her parents had bought
pairs of different training panties, some with lace, and some with “the
if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were actually happy about your new
wardrobe items,” Stacey quipped. Sarah stuck her tongue out at her. “And
you look just like Sally,” Stacey said. I think she won that round.
The day was
going so well that I didn’t even cringe when I heard, “Hey, Slickster!”
looking exuberant as ever, jogged up to me as Sarah and I stood at my
“Hey, ask me about my date!” Leroy never waited for anyone to ask him
or if he did, he reminded you to ask him. He was afraid no one would
him anything otherwise.
How was your date with ?”
“Dude, it was
fantastic!” he raved. “You didn’t tell me she was that great of a date!”
That kind of
threw me. For one thing, she WASN’T that great of a date – not when I
out anyway. She was okay… For another thing, I really didn’t need him
about my past dates in front of Sarah, great or not. “Leroy…” I said,
with my eyes toward Sarah, and hoping he would get the point.
gets the point. “Well, you didn’t tell me she…” he began.
looked at me and his eyes came back into focus. “You didn’t say good
looked from me to Sarah, and back again, then grinned sheepishly. “Oh
Sarah.” Sarah looked like she wanted to be just about anywhere but
you two are going to the dance together, aren’t you?” he asked. We both
“Well, you should. You’re just like – right for each other,” he said. “I
to take now, but I
told Genelle I would go with her.”
FOREMAN asked you to the dance?” Sarah blurted out. She looked at me and
was so absorbed in self-pity, he didn’t even note Sarah’s incredulous
wish she didn’t want me to go with her so bad…”
I could feel
Sarah shaking, and I knew I better get her out of there before she
laughing. I knew she didn’t really want to hurt his feelings, but it was
of funny. “Look, Leroy, we gotta get to…uhhh…”
supplied for me.
“Class? Yeah – okay see you later.” Leroy trotted
even notice we’ve got fifteen minutes left,” I said, feeling a bit sorry
him. Leroy, while seeming to be clueless about most things, was very
time. He was famous for getting his butt in his chair at the second the
“I think he
did.” Sarah touched my arm and pointed down the hall where he was
talking to – .
“Why does he
call you ‘slickster’?” she asked.
because…ummmmmm…because…” I realized he never did explain that. “Umm…I
have no idea,” I finally said.
She rolled her
eyes. “Well, don’t expect ME to call you that. The only nickname you
from me is…” she leaned in close and quietly said, “Baby Valerie.” She
and jumped back as I gave her what I thought might be a threatening
only made her giggle more. “What’s wrong, don’tcha like that name?” I
grab her but she easily spun away. “Okay, I’ll only call you that when
alone!” She laughed and spun away again as I made another grab. “See you
later!” she called back to me, as she took off down the hall.
I leaned back
into my locker and suddenly felt a hand smack my backside. “Hey, Baby!”
jumped and hit my head on the inside of my locker – again.
I turned and
glared at Jennifer, who took on a concerned and innocent look. “Wow –
should be careful. You keep doing that.”
I decided not
to kill her, since I needed her at the moment. “Yeah – hey – could I
get another favor from you?”
She gave me a
“You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” look. “What do you need NOW? Did you
mind about Sarah?”
“No,” I said.
“I more or less wondered if you could undo the last favor.”
Genelle to dump Leroy for the dance??” Jennifer looked surprised. “I’m
she’ll be more than happy to, but why do you want to do that to your
Are you becoming cruel and heartless like me?” I explained Leroy’s
her, and then asked her to see if Genelle would do it nicely. “Oh, fine.
guess,” she said. “Hey…” she looked up and down the hall to make sure no
was looking, then flipped her skirt up quickly and flashed her panties
“Look, no training panties! Guess I’m a big girl now.” She laughed at
shocked look on my face. “Mom only made me wear them for the weekend.
won’t have to work at that place in the mall after all – I’m too young,”
you’re the perfect candidate for it, Brat,” I teased.
one to talk,” she shot back. Well, she had me there. “Gotta Go Bye,” she
and took off down the hallway. I shook my head to try to clear it as I
locker door. I had no idea how I was going to survive the rest of this
and keep my sanity, but it sure was going to be interesting!
I looked at my
suit hanging from the closet door knob as my mother fastened a thick
me. “I could use one of the thinner diapers, but then I’d have to give
extra diaper so she could change you, and I’m sure you don’t want her
you at the school. And if she didn’t change you, you’d just leak, which
sure would be equally embarrassing AND ruin the suit,” she said. For my
wondered why we were having a formal dance anyway. No one seemed that
about dressing all up. Well, some of the girls did. At least Mom helped
a suit with a pair of pants that were cut a bit larger to accommodate
I had seen my
grades already, and I had brought up the grades that were bad. I didn’t
anything lower than a C. Consequently, Mom kept her side of the bargain
allowed me to go to the dance, plus told me my grounding was over. She
asked me if I wanted to go to the dance without diapers, but I had
Sarah I would wear diapers to the dance. There was another reason I wore
though, the reason I gave to my mother. If I didn’t wear diapers, I
actually have an accident.
mother diapered me, she allowed me to dress myself in my suit, and comb
and brush my teeth. It was the first time I had done these things for
several weeks. After I was done, Mom said she wanted to talk to me.
“First I want
to tell you how happy I am that you brought your grades up,” she
sitting down on the cot, causing it to crinkle loudly, “And your
really improved too. Putting you back in diapers and making you be a
really seemed to be just what you needed. But I want to ask you
it. A few weeks ago, when Stacey came for the day of training here, I
you and the girls in the bedroom…”
My eyes went
wide and my throat went dry. I had forgotten all about that day. So, she
heard. What should I say; should I lie and tell her Stacey had it all
couldn’t remember though – had I said she was right at the time? Should I
actually tell the truth? I wasn’t even
sure what the truth was…
you liked being treated like a baby,” my mother went on. “And when she
you if it was true, you said it was.” Damn. There went that idea. “My
thought was to stop right then and come up with something else, since
supposed to be a punishment, not something you would like,” she said.
I realized, it was having the desired effect anyway. Your work was
done, your demeanor was definitely improved, and you had good friends
this. But now that it is all over, I wonder a couple things. Will you
into your old habits? Will you forget everything you have learned from
More importantly though, will you wish it hadn’t ended?”
She looked at
me for a minute before continuing, “So, now I want you to tell me. Do
me to potty train you all over, and then we never do this again, or do
think you would like to stay a little baby for awhile?”
I thought for
a minute. What DID I want? I didn’t really want to leave all this
behind… “I do
like being babied sometimes,” I finally told her. “But I don’t like to
do it ALL the time. I want to be able to go out and ride my bike and go
again. I don’t like being forced to be in a playpen and take afternoon
and go to bed early. Spankings are embarrassing, but I can live with
punishment. I don’t want to dress up in frilly dresses and stuff
“Would you do
it sometimes?” she asked.
“I bet you
would if I got Sarah to ask you,” she teased. I blushed, but also
what you are telling me,” she said, “Is that you want to wear diapers,
babied only sometimes, and keep your nursery, but be grown up in other
such as in choosing your clothes and dressing yourself and going out.” I
nodded. “Well, we will do it that way this summer,” she decided. “But,
have to punish you, or this fall if your grades start to slip, it’s
going to be
right back to the way things have been the last few weeks. Maybe worse.
clear?” she asked. I nodded. “Good.”
“Thank you,” I
said as she was leaving the bedroom.
welcome – Baby Valerie,” she teased. “Sarah said you liked that too, by
“Nuh-uh! Mom – that part’s not true! Mom?”
The dance was
great. Just like a Prom, only for Jr. High. Well, okay, not JUST like;
were kids, what did we know? Looking around at the couples – who could
guessed some of them a mere couple of months ago? Roger and Stacey were
and Stacey even danced with me a couple dances. Polly wanted a Thacker,
got one…Tim Thacker was her date. Genelle was there with…Richard
would have guessed THAT one? Jennifer was there with some guy I never
before. Some of the kids said he was a high schooler. Yes – Leroy was
And, Sarah was there with me, and all was
wonderful with the world. And if you think I was the only diapered
the dance, well, you just didn’t get close enough to Sarah to hear her
crinkle under her skirt, or to Stacey to know she was still in those
Maybe you just aren’t as lucky as me.
The companion to this is called "Little Mall Tykes Daycare". If you have read this story, you know where that came from. It can be found here:
This absolutely is a great story in my opinion because of its length as well as its depth into details of characters as well as the situations. Even though it explains much it does not go into to much detail about useless topics as other longer stories tend to do and it becomes annoying and useless filler. In some cases you still could have gone into slightly greater detail on such things as the main characters (if his name was in the story I missed i) sorry, room when he sees it remodeled for the first time. Besides that just a few grammatical errors. Again this was truly a wonderful story and the first of many great ones for me to read that you have hopefully masterfully written such as this story.
Thank you for your kind comments.
Actually, the name thing is common for me. In very few of my stories written in the first person will you find a name, and on a couple (such as the One Of The Family series) it was done on purpose. I actually had to figure a way to craft my sentences so it would not be necessary to ever name my character. Then in a couple, I never mention a gender (such as in The Landlady), making it possible for anyone reading to imagine they are in the main character position in the story.
Most of my characters are BASED (not named after) on real people I have known in my past, though not necessarily in the relationships they have in the story. For instance, in this story, "Leroy" and "Stacey" are friends of the main character in the same school, whereas in real life, the people on whom they are based I knew in different schools. "Jennifer" and "Sarah" were not cousins. The 4 girls that were the queens of the school though - I got the personalities down, as far as I knew them. As for the rest ... well, it IS a fantasy. lol
But to be honest, I'm not sure I ever noticed the missing name in this particular story before.
Having read this story again, I did notice the main character is named. Also - I noticed this forum kills off names for some reason. The girl Leroy likes is named "Helena" (I'm interested in seeing if the board software kills the name yet again!) The girl in the Daycare is named Miss Brittany.
EDIT: Well what do you know. This time they work. One day I'll edit the entire story and fix the things that for whatever reason the board killed when the story was copied over. It also killed several time references.
Well, it is a "companion" to this one, but I don't know that could actually be called a "sequel". It makes use of different characters (except one) - but it was written on the request/suggestion of another writer who wanted to know more about the Day Care Center mentioned in this story.
When people talk about their favorite story of mine, usually Sakura stories are mentioned. Once in awhile The Chronicles, and some really like The Yard Sale or The Hotel Owner's Daughters. I think some really like One Of The Family stories. For myself, this has always been my favorite and I don't know that it receives as much attention as I always thought it deserved. Some of the characters in this one (Leroy for instance) and some of the reactions (Jennifer when the main character says "Tell him I like Sarah!") are among the funniest things I have written. I have some funny scenes in The Chronicles, and Sydney in The Hotel Owner's Daughters is the classic "girl we would all like to meet", but I don't think they surpass this story.
However, when I ended this one I felt it was pretty much ended. I don't know that there is much more to explore with it. I may one day try to do a short sequel piece in a collection, but I just don't see a long sequel in story for it, at least not at this time.
Thank you for reading and the comments.
Hey, keep up the good work! I just discovered this a couple days ago, and I think this is the best fantasy I've ever read. The way you handle the length of it is excellent - you can start reading at any part and enjoy it, and there's never a wasted moment. The pacing is perfect! What I really like is that it's also the only fantasy I've ever read that's heartwarming: The relationship between the main character and Sarah really takes me right back to the sincere, earnest way that romance felt for me when I was in middle school. Speaking of a middle-school mentality, I also appreciate (perhaps uncharacteristically for me) the lack of sexual explicitness in the story - it adds to the charming middle-school feel. I've never before had one of these stories incite more than one simple emotion (i.e., sexual gratification) in me. I also love how you approach the diaper humiliation - at very first it's standard sub-dom fare, but then it gets really unique and interesting as the girls get subjected to diapering, too, so that there's a sort of diaper-camaraderie that develops through the humiliation, giving the story more depth. This story actually makes me interested in writing one myself, now that I see what they can achieve. I look forward to reading more from you.
This story is absolutely wonderful, and is now one of my favorites of yours and others. Just one thing; there are few continuity errors, one of which is the main character's age; he is 13 for many chapters and twelve for the rest. But once again, this story is absolutely wonderful.
Hi Madeline:Thank you for your comments.
On the age, I can't find any place where I mentioned any age of the main character. I said he was in 7th Grade at the beginning (which is the grade where most would turn from 12 to 13). He is in 7th Grade all the way through the story. Stacey and Sarah are in 6th Grade, a grade younger, which is done that way on purpose - while Jennifer, her popular friends, and Leroy are also in 7th like the main character.
The question of whether a 7th Grader could take a 6th Grader to a School dance is approached late in the story when a very popular boy - Roger - asks Stacey to the dance. It also nicely takes Stacey out as being any "romance interest" for our main character ... he is interested in Sarah, while Jennifer is interested in him.
I love this story and would like to be able to find other like.
Hi m10tank. Thank you for your comments. :-)
I am trying to think of others like this one. Over in "Stories With Sequels" I have the companion story to this one, which is all about the daycare that was first mentioned here. It is called "Little Mall Tykes Daycare".
I think you would like some of the "One Of The Family" stories ... but most specifically the second one in that series, which is "Staying With Relatives". You might want to read the first one before that though, since otherwise you'll miss some important stuff, like why is the main character a baby, and who are these other people in the story.
Definitely take in "The Yard Sale", which should be in "Short Stories", and also look for "The Hotel Owners Daughters", which may be in "short stories" or may be in "Stories with Sequels" along with its sequel which is called "Christmas Vacation". Which I really should rewrite and add to... I read it a couple weeks ago and don't think it is up to my usual standards.
Yes both of those are ones that I read on the original site and loved them both
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