The Babysitters

Chapter 11

      As my mother changed my diaper, I considered the situation I was in. I was going to be 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 diapers at the end of that time. Besides, pulling up my grade should not be too hard with Stacey and Sarah's help, and who wanted to repeat the Seventh Grade. By the time my diaper was changed, I was resigned to wearing the diapers, and resolved to do better. My mother was right, the diaper discipline WAS working.

      After my breakfast of oatmeal, which my sister gleefully got all over my face and bib so I looked more like a real baby, and a baby bottle of orange juice, we did indeed go shopping. I cringed as I watched my mother put a baby stroller in the car. "Mom....a stroller???" I asked.

      "I told 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 Sarah to 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 things she said we would need.  Like baby silverware so I could at least feed myself. The salesgirl in the store came over and began to play with me.

     "Well hello there Sweetheart, what's your name?" she spoke to me as you would to 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 was 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 almost 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 training. I would have to try to remember to hold it, and notice when I went potty. I mean "to the bathroom" I thought to myself, correcting the babyish term in my mind.

      I pulled myself from these thoughts and tried to focus on what was going on as the Sales 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 noticed your baby girl is a bit big," she winked at me as she noticed I was listening.

      "Yes, she has some 'special needs'," my mother answered. Oh great, NOW they would all think I was retarded. But what were they talking about? I wondered.

      "Well, you should at least take her by and see if they would do it. It makes shopping a lot easier for the parents, and when you think about it, it's not all that 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 telling 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.

      The salesgirl 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 walked 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 him...umm...her!"

      My mother 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 changing me, 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 would probably fit her," she said as she looked at me. "OH!.......HIM!...." She exclaimed, obviously shocked.

      My mother basically ignored the shock over me being a boy, and asked her if the store sold these diapers.

      "What?" 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.

Chapter 12

      When the 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 both."

      "That's fine," my mother told her. "We'll take both, that way if the girl diapers don't work, we'll just use the unisex."

      "My mother uses the unisex on my sister at night because she sleeps on her stomach," 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 is sitting down or standing when he wets his diapers, the girl diapers should work just fine for a boy...the ones we sell in the machines are unisex."

      "Well, I guess we better make these purchases and go check out that new place you told us about," my mother said. I still had no idea what she was talking about, and wished I had been paying closer attention. We went through the checkout and 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 that looked something like a warehouse that had been converted into a....I suddenly realized what it was with horror.  A Daycare!

      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 help you?"

      My mother introduced herself and my sister, then said, "We 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.

      "Oh no, not at all!" Cathy said. "All the girls here are specially trained, and I am sure quite able to handle even the biggest 'baby'."

      "How can you be sure?" my mother asked. "What kind of training do you have?"

      Cathy smiled 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 same exact program. Show our guests how you are trained, Tammy," Cathy instructed.

      Blushing hotly, Tammy took hold of the hem of the skirt she was wearing and lifted it, 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.

      "Yeth Ma'am," Tammy said in a babyish lisp, then looked at us and blushed again, finally looking at the ground.

      "No one 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 needs 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 toddler room, in training panties. We treat them just like we treat the babies. Then they have a third week of training, in which they take care of one of the new "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, they even 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?"

      Cathy smiled. "Just sign this list and let us make a copy of your driver's license, and leave her to us!" I did NOT want to stay here, and tried to get out of my stroller.

      "Stop that," my mother told me. "You can get out when these nice girls get you out."

      "No!  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. "Oww...owww.....Ok, 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 Cathy got behind my stroller and pushed me through all the staring toddlers back to the Baby Room.

      "Bye-bye, Baby Valerie," my mother called after me. "We'll be back at for you!"

Chapter 13

      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 under the babyish overalls she had on.

      I found out differently when Miss Cathy told me that Tricia was the girl who was training, 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 of the 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 and she has already volunteered to be a baby four times! .....You could learn to like 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, little one."

      I toddled off obediently to play with some blocks I had seen. They were the big toddler type of Lego blocks - I had always liked legos. I wondered what in the world Miss Cathy had meant though - that I might learn to LIKE being a baby? Did Miss 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 was very shocked to see Tammy get her diaper changed right out in the open on the 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 chair as well, and I also saw both Brittany and Tammy get baby bottles.

     I figured if I got close enough to , I could wet my diaper and let her check me, and maybe I could talk to her while 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 dollhouse that was by, and began to pretend to play in it. Then I let loose and thoroughly soaked my diaper, so much so that it began to sag a little and could be seen beneath my jumper hem.

      had been watching me (actually all the girls had kept a closer eye on me than on any of the other babies ever since I got there), and noticed my wet diaper 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 picked me up and carried me to the table.

      At this point I remembered they all thought I was a girl, and I wondered what would happen. She quickly pushed my dress up out of the way and undid the diaper tapes. Then 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 girls rushed over to see.

      "How old 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 near the age of a real baby!" she said.

      Tricia was 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 unlikely 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 you 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, as I started to do the same thing I had done when Sarah experimented with the baby lotion. smiled a little bigger and ignored it, sprinkling baby powder and slipping a new pink diaper under me. Finally, she used a practiced flick with her fingers on the backs of my knees and on the inside of my thigh, making me deflate like magic.

      "A little 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.

      "Wait..." I said.

      's eyebrows went up. "Goodness - she talks!" she teased. "Hurry up and ask what you want though - Miss needs to get her diaper changed."

      "That's 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 sure, she 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 changing your diaper a minute ago."

      I blushed. "That's different. You were....touching me there and stuff...that would happen to anybody!"

      "And the thumb sucking - is that part of it too?" she asked coyly. I didn't have an 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 many 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, they are thick, soft, warm, and comfortable.....you'll find out they are warm in the winter...   Anyway, to sum it up, there are a lot of great things about being a baby...so what's so great about being grown up?" she finished. I was dumbfounded, and again had no answer for her question.

      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 have fun like a baby girl," she said enthusiastically. With a sales pitch like that, how could I resist?

Chapter 14

      I thought about what she said, while I pretended to play with the dollhouse again but was secretly watching 's diaper 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 with me. I even had someone to eat lunch with, and walk me to class in the morning.  Before I was diapered, other things kept me from getting my homework done...now I was doing it, and with Stacey and Sarah's 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. For the next hour, she showed me how to play with a dollhouse, with dolls, and with a tea party set, and was holding me in her lap reading me a story (Cinderella) when my mother and sister arrived to pick me up. My mother looked surprised when she saw I was actually having fun, and was even more surprised when I asked her if I could go back again next weekend. But, I thought I saw a smile 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 lost on me.

            We went to eat in the food court, and I was not surprised when they got a high chair for me. I felt a little silly and conspicuous sitting in a high chair at my size, but I noticed that after the first few glances of Mall Patrons in my way, most went back to their own conversations and ignored me. Maybe they thought I had a mental handicap or something. My mother tied a bib around my neck, but allowed me to eat real food (even if it was a Happy Meal). My drink she didn't hesitate to put in a baby bottle, of course. That wasn't too bad, though, since I usually like to take awhile to finish my drink, and as long as it was in a baby bottle, no one in the stores would stop me from carrying my drink in with me.

            As my 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 the others who had been staring at me in the mall, but then I realized something - these four girls went to my school. They weren't a year younger than me like Stacey and Sarah either; they were in my grade.

            They were talking quietly, but we were close enough that if I strained, I could hear them.

            "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!"

            "I 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 over school."

            "Maybe she hides them," Samantha countered.

            "No, she'd have to undress for PE. Everyone would see her diapers then."

            "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. Besides, she looks like she has a problem to me, they even fed her like a baby. She probably goes to a special school."

            Samantha 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."

            The fourth girl, Jennifer, didn't join in the conversation at all. She just watched me with a small smile. I realized that the three who had been speaking had no idea who I was - they even thought I was a real girl. But I had a feeling Jennifer knew...would she tell everyone? Even if she didn't know exactly who I was yet, I was pretty sure from the way she was looking at me that she would figure it out soon enough.

             I also realized, if my mother was going to continue bringing me out in public dressed as a baby, especially as a baby girl, sooner or later we would run into someone I knew, and then my life would be ruined!

Chapter 15

      The next day, there were several people I knew who saw me dressed as a baby girl, as my mother took me to church.  She came in my nursery in the morning, and changed my diaper which was wet and messy, and then got out a big pink dress. I had been wondering what would happen as far as church, and now I saw. My outfit consisted of the diaper, white tights, the dress (which had a petticoat attached under it to make it stand out, and was extremely short...enough to show my diaper bulge under my tights), a pink hair ribbon, and Mary Jane shoes. I don't know WHERE she found a pair big enough for me, but they were JUST like the kind little girls wear, with buckles and made of patent leather.

      I begged her not to take me to church like this, even down to telling her the people there would say it was sinful. She replied that as soon as she told them it was 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. Working there that week was Nira, with her daughter April helping her. April was a girl 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.

      Nira brought me into the nursery and put me in one of the playpens, telling April to watch 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 NOTHING compared to how cute you are now! I don't think I'd want to go out now though - having to stop in the middle of a date to change your diaper might get kinda 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 was in the playpen. Then I realized I was making myself look worse - playing with dollies. I decided to put the doll to better use and threw it at April.

      "Of course, I've heard other girls saying that all boys act like babies, but I didn't know it was so literal, and - ACK!" The doll bounced right off the 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 around at the sound in time to see the second swat land.

      "APRIL!" She might have intended to give me more of a spanking, but she dropped my arm 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 her.

      "But, she was throwing things," April defended her actions. I decided to make the most of what was turning into an interesting situation and started crying from the playpen. I was always pretty good at making it look as though I was crying.

      "Now look what you've done! She was throwing things is no excuse; babies throw things, we do not HIT them for it!" Nira had taken April's wrist and dragged her over to a chair, where she sat down and pulled April over her knee.

      "No!  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 panties, just as April had done to me. "Ow  OWW!" April cried out. She didn't have the extra protection of a diaper like I had.

      "And one 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.

      "If I catch you doing that again, you'll get a lot more than three swats, and they 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 point. 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 chair facing the corner. Nira then went back to the other side of the nursery, and my mind came up with a rather mischievous idea. I had several other toys in the playpen.

      I made sure Nira wasn't watching, then sent a plastic ring sailing toward April. "OUCH!" April wheeled around to glare at me.

      "April," Nira warned her.

      "She's still throwing stuff at me!" April complained.

      Nira sighed. "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 would not be, since she didn't have a wooden spoon. Plus, I had tights covering my legs today, and smacks on the diaper, though loud, did not hurt that much. As soon as Nira turned around, I thought, "Babies throw things..." and launched a plastic ring of keys at the back of April's head. Fortunately, it was a perfect hit....which ALMOST made what happened next worth it. Unfortunately, Nira turned around just in time to see it.

      "WHAT did I just tell you!?" Nira demanded, as she pulled me up out of the playpen. I didn't answer, and she asked again.

      "You said not to throw stuff..."

      "And what did I say would happen if you did?"

      "That...that 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 across my bottom.

      WHACK! 

      "OWWW!" I yelped, just in time to hear the second slap land and feel the sting from it. "Yow!"

      WHACK "Now, when I tell you (WHACK) not to throw things (WHACK) I EXPECT (WHACK) 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 a "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 stopped spanking me, and taped my diaper snugly back on, pulling my tights up over it as well.

      I spent the next 15 minutes in the time out chair, which I realized was actually a high chair as she snapped the tray in place in front of me. I didn't throw any more 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 changed my diaper, and she didn't tell my mother I had got a spanking when she picked me 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 change my diaper if I was bad again!

Chapter 16

      I had the added embarrassment of going out to eat after church. My mother, of course, insisted on getting a high chair for me. The waitress, to her credit, didn't 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 bottle she would like filled for me. My mother drew a bottle from my diaper bag, and it was brought back promptly, filled with milk.

      I felt very vulnerable as I sat in the high chair with a short dress, tights, diaper, and bib on. It felt like every person in the place was staring at me, but, after the first few longer than usual glances in my direction, most people just shrugged or made funny faces and went back to eating. I ate my food - chicken strips and french fries - with my fingers, and drank my bottle without causing any trouble. The spanking I got that morning was still with me, and I was happy to have the padding of my diaper right now.

      "You sure are being good," my mother complimented me. "See? I was right...this treatment IS just what you need.

      My sister 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 enough to cause several others to turn and look.

      "Stop now," my mother told her. "Your little sister is being good now. Don't tease her." 

      "Sister??" I thought. When did that happen? "Sister?" I said.

      My mother looked at me. "Well, you have so many girl things. And you DO make a very cute baby girl. And, it is easier on us to take care of you if you are dressed as a baby girl. I think for the most part that is what you will be. Except for 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 had just 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!"

      "Is baby's diaper wet?" my mother asked me. Without waiting for an answer, she simply pulled my dress hem up, pulled the front of my tights down, and slipped 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, "Yep - baby needs a dry diaper."

      With that announcement, she took me from the high  chair and led me back to the Ladies' Room. I was so embarrassed as we went in, her carrying a diaper bag, and then she took my change pad out and spread it on the pull down changing deck. "Good thing these can hold up to 400 pounds," she said, as she lay me on it. She pulled my dress up and out of the way, and then pulled my tights down.

       As she was getting my diaper off, a mother came in with her little girl, who was about five or six. Her mother took her in 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 then putting the dry diaper on me. By the time the mother and the little girl came out, my mother already had my diaper pulled into place and was doing the tapes on it. She fixed the tights then, Let me down and fluffed my dress out. The little girl watched all this with keen interest, and then my mother went over to wash her hands.

      "How old is your daughter?" the lady asked Mom.

      "Actually, HE's  twelve," my mother told her the truth. "He's being punished."

      "Really?" The other lady looked interested. "I have an eight year old boy getting in trouble all the time. Does it work?"

      My mother 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 daughter.

      "Just 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 felt.

      My mother smiled. "Yes, Mr....or should I say MISS, big shot here thought he was too 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.

      I should mention that by this time my Dad had seen me diapered and in dresses. Obviously he had, since he took us to church and he was with us eating now. He hadn't said anything about it, really, until my mother put the bib on me and began to feed me.

      "Don't you think you may be taking this a bit far?" he asked, as my mother fed me.

      "Not at 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 of it. And, my mind kept wondering back to the daycare on Saturday...that had actually been fun. Maybe this was not so bad after all.

      My Dad shrugged. "Okay. But when he wants to wear diapers and dresses when he is 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 punishing me at that age!

Chapter 17

     I awoke to the sound of my mother's alarm in the next room. I always slept pretty light, and could hear most things in any other part of the house. I heard her get up, and noted that my diaper was wet and I could not remember having woke up to wet during the night - I was actually beginning to get used to my diapers! I fell back asleep, but a few minutes later my mother came in, put down my crib side, 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 said. She took my pajamas off, then told me to go wash up a little. My sister giggled as I scampered across the hall naked into the bathroom. "Mom, shouldn't I help the baby get washed?" she called.

      "That's a 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 washcloth and do it herself. Afterwards, she dried me off, and used a ton of baby powder on me.

      "All the 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 me back 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 again, even if I DID have to wear the diapers. After my hair was combed and we ate 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 afternoon after school. I wasn't sure if I dreaded it, felt indifferent about it, or was looking forward to it. I think it depended on who I was thinking about as the babysitter. Stacey I dreaded, since she teased me so much. But, then again she also turned me on (not that I realized it all that much at only twelve years old). Sarah was kinda nice, and I wouldn't have minded just having her as a babysitter. Sally was very young, but also very good at babysitting. I actually 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 picked me up.  I SHOULD have got Stacey with it, I thought with a slight giggle.

      "What's 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.

      "Umm..er...nothing," I stuttered out, blushing.

      Stacey was once again staring at my pants. "I really wish it were easier to see your diapers under those!"  she said.

      As she had promised me she would do, Sarah actually stepped in. "You know, Stacey, we should be more careful to help make sure his diapers AREN'T discovered at school. If they are, he'll be a laughingstock...and so will anyone else who hangs around him. Namely, us!"

      "Well, we'll...we'll just tell everyone we babysit him..." Stacey said, more than a little thrown off by Sarah's rebuke. Stacey apparently was not used to having anyone disagree with her, much less Sarah.

      "And THAT 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 to 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 locker 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 said, non-chalantly.

      "Umm..what would that be?" I asked nervously.

      "Well, you know, I have a cousin named Jennifer," she started. I jumped...it couldn't possibly be...

      "Jennifer 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 just how much I knew about you. When I asked her why she wanted to know, she said she had seen a person dressed just like a big baby GIRL at the mall, and it looked an awful lot like you. Now, of course, that couldn't POSSIBLY have been you, seeing as you are a baby BOY, not a GIRL, right?" She looked at me, an amused expression on her face.

      "I...umm...I.." I couldn't think of anything to say, my heart pounding.

      "I didn't 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 SUPER nice to her if I were you. And, I'd also hope that Stacey doesn't find out about this."

      "Doesn't find out about WHAT?" A voice said. I jumped. Stacey was standing right behind us!

Chapter 18

      "SHI..." Sarah started to say. I put my hand over her mouth, spotting a teacher nearby. 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 me.

      Stacey's eyes narrowed. "I DO hope you aren't keeping secrets from me!" She said.

      I sighed. 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 possibly me."

      Stacey put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "A baby GIRL?" she finally got out. "Hmm...this definitely has some possibilities!"

      "What...what do you mean?" I asked her.

      "Never 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 passed the restrooms, she said, "I'll let you go and use the potty and not tell on you if you want."

      I thought 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 the day anyway, and I can get changed quickly enough when I do wet it. To be honest with you, it really isn't that bad. I just wish Stacey would lighten up on me."

      "Don't 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 took 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 the 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 seats 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.

      "Damn, boy...WHAT are you DOING?" he said.

      "What do you mean?" I knew perfectly well what he meant.

      "I've been trying to catch her eye ALL YEAR!" he lamented. I knew he meant Jennifer, and decided to have some fun with it.

      "Well...maybe 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 teased her by saying "Polly wanna Thacker?" (True story)

      "No, Dude," Leroy said while I snickered. "You got Sarah...you don't need Jennifer."

      "Leroy, I didn't exactly ASK for her," I pointed out. "For that matter, I didn't ASK for Sarah or Stacey either."

      "Maybe 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.

Chapter 19

      At lunch, I observed as somewhat of a race appeared to take place between Jennifer and Stacey to see who would get to my table first. Stacey came this time and got me out of line, allowing Sarah to get our lunches, so of course this meant Sarah and Stacey won. I wasn't sure if I was pleased about that or not, but I didn't miss 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 away. Of course, Jennifer and her clique would not sit down with Stacey and Sarah there. Seventh graders do NOT sit with SIXTH graders!

      Sarah came with our lunches then. "What's up your cousin's butt?" Stacey asked Sarah.

      Sarah looked a bit nervous, and answered, "I don't know," as she shrugged.

      Stacey 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. I ate my sloppy Joes quickly, hoping that I could finish my lunch before Stacey so that she wouldn't have a chance to do what I had a feeling she wanted to do. I finished my sandwich and went for my spoon.

      "Uh uh 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 me....HERself," Stacey teased. "I'LL feed you your applesauce. Unless of course you would like Sarah to go find a suitable bib for you? I'm sure they must have some over in Home Ec..."

      "That's 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.

      After lunch Sarah and Stacey had to go to the other side of the school building, so I was 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 grabbed me from behind, placing a hand over my mouth, and shoving me towards the girls' 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 mind I was rather jealous. We didn't have benches in the boys' restroom. Nor did we have stall doors, nice looking sinks, or good mirrors like these either. No wonder girls spent so much time in the restroom.

      "There 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 there for."

      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 rabbit."

      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 not, I'll have to call Polly and Genelle in here to help me. And Genelle just LOVES to gossip..."

     I nodded my willingness to cooperate, and she slowly undid my pants, and slid them down, 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 to 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 handle 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.

      Jennifer began 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 coyly.

      I explained, to her disappointment (and mine?), that the school nurse had all my extra diapers and she was the one who changed me at school. Jennifer pulled my pants back up for me, and sent me to the nurse with a pat on my diapered bottom. I was so glad Genelle and Polly didn't see it.

Chapter 20

      Sure enough, at the end of the day I went to the bus, and found to my surprise that neither Stacey nor Sarah were there yet. Jennifer and her clique obviously had some power. Jennifer was in a seat waiting for me. Thankful that I had SOME freedom from Stacey, I sat down next to her.

      "You look 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 better. Does that sound right to you?"

      I realized she was expecting an answer, and stuttered out, "Umm...ok."

      "Good. We can start by you telling me all your secrets," Jennifer said with a smile.

      The bus driver closed the door and began to pull out, then just as quickly stopped and opened the door back up. Stacey and Sarah struggled onto the bus, sliding into the only seat left, the one right behind the bus driver. Stacey fixed me with a reproachful glare before sitting down. I realized that in just a little while I would be completely at her mercy, and wondered if this was such a good idea after all.

      "Start 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 my grades, my punishment, and the fact that Stacey, Sally, and Sarah were now my "babysitters". Jennifer was mostly quiet, smiling from time to time (especially when I mentioned my time at the Mall Daycare), but not teasing or making fun of me. She also looked quite upset at my descriptions at how Sarah 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 enemy.

      "That's 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 make it til the end of this week, okay? And by the way, I think you make a really sweet baby, whether a baby boy OR a baby girl!" I blushed hotly. I also noticed Stacey was calling me.

      "It's our stop," she said from the door. "So stop talking to your girlfriend  and let's move it!" The bus erupted with laughter.

      "NOT smart.  She'll pay for that one," I heard Jennifer mutter under her breath, as I gathered my stuff and got up. I 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 the house.

      "You 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 complaining about dumb little kids who forget their combination." I had another coughing fit.

      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 little prank on me," she said, as she removed my pants, "And I BETTER not find out I'm wrong." I didn't say anything.

      Stacey then put her finger in the leg elastic of the diaper. "A little wet, I think we 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 laughing, as Stacey grinned evilly.

      "As I was saying, my aunt thinks I actually would want to wear something like this," she said, rolling her eyes. "She sends them all the time. Can you believe 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 they should be just a bit short on you, which is going to mean they will be perfect for cuteness."

      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 dress. In less than a minute, I felt the monstrosity of ruffles and lace come down over my head.

Chapter 21

      Both girls giggled profusely as they set about fluffing the ruffles and straightening the 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 applied a bit of makeup. I realized I had just become a living version of a baby doll for them.

      Finally they finished, and both stared at me for a moment. Finally, Stacey broke the silence. "Jeez. You could really pass for a girl!"

      "Not only that," Sarah added, "He could pass as a girl your sister's age. Maybe even younger! Too bad we can't take him out."

      "Who says we can't?" My eyes widened at Stacey's question.

      "Oh, come on, Stacey! Everyone would know!" Sarah retorted.

      "Yeah...I guess you're right. Let's get him out of the dress and put him down for his nap 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, sucking on a bottle of watermelon juice. I heard Stacey tell Sarah as they left the room that the watermelon juice was sure to make me wet like a river.

      They were right too, because about halfway through the hour long nap, I awoke to hear Sally get home, and a huge need to pee. I emptied my bladder into my diaper, completely saturating it. Sally came in just as I finished, and noticed the yellow tinge and heaviness of the diaper.

      "Aww - 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 diaper tapes. I lifted up as she pulled the diaper out from under me, then lay on my back with my feet up in the air, exposing my bottom while she cleaned me with a baby wipe and applied baby powder. It was more embarrassing to spread my legs and let her clean that area, and apply baby powder there as well.

      "Hey!" said Stacey, coming in. "I wanted to change him!"

      "Well he 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 was supposed to be learning from Stacey, but it looked like it was the other way 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.

      Stacey decided 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 it over. "Desitin Diaper Rash Cream". Sally squirted a bit out into her hand, and massaged it in between my legs. It did help the raw, itchy feeling I had had there lately. It also did something else.

      "Uh-oh. Better get a diaper on him fast," Sarah said as she watched from the doorway. Sally stopped massaging the diaper rash cream in and smacked the inside of my thigh. "Hey! Babies aren't supposed 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. She slid one under me as  Stacey lifted my bottom for her, and the two of them drew the diaper up between my legs and fastened it.  Stacey reached under the table and brought out a pair of pink plastic pants. She shook them out, and handed them to a giggling Sally. Sally put my feet through the leg openings, and drew the panties up over my diaper. When she finished she checked to make sure all of the diaper was tucked inside the panties.

      "These 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 delight, since she hadn't seen it yet, and they took me to the kitchen and I sat in the highchair now without even being told to. Sarah fed me this time, and gave me Gerber bananas. 

      "If those make him fill his diaper, YOU'RE changing him!" Stacey told her.

      "He'll have gone home before that happens," Sarah said, then added, "Besides, I wouldn't really mind."

      "You would about the time you got his diaper open," Sally giggled, but Sarah wasn't really listening, nor was I.

Chapter 22

      After the feeding, we went back to Stacey's bedroom, and Stacey and Sarah helped me with my homework. Sally stayed awhile, then finally went to her bedroom, bored with the homework I had to do. At 5:15, my mother showed up to get me. By then, they had already taken the dress and plastic panties off me.

      I hugged my babysitters goodbye, Sarah once again buckling me into my car seat. She gave me a kiss on the cheek before closing the car door. My mother didn't miss it either, teasing me on the way home by asking if I was 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 free 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 changes, the playpen, and to bed in my crib. I had a night time bottle of apple juice as I went to sleep.

      The next 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 was 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 be home to watch me.

      At school, Jennifer was waiting with Genelle, Polly, and Kelly by my locker. Stacey was walking me to my locker, and I watched the two engage in an icy stare down. Since Jennifer had all her group with her, Stacey finally turned about 10 feet 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 some kind of signal, and they all left us alone. As alone as you can be in a crowded school hallway anyway. "Does baby have a dry diaper?" Jennifer asked me as greeting.

      "JENNIFER!" I looked all around us, embarrassed. "Someone might hear!" I said.

      "And the 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 this a little better. You're nervous as a cat. It's really very easy to get away with wearing diapers in school and not get caught."

      "How would 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 don't wear 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. "Hey, Slickster!"

      "Hey, Leroy," I said unenthusiastically.

      "Slickster! It worked," Leroy said.

      "What worked?"

      "That advice you gave me." He sighed at my questioning look. "YOU know! About acting like you don't care, and that gets the 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 out this morning, and it worked!"

      "Leroy... will go out with ANYONE," I said.

      "You're just jealous," Leroy decided after considering my statement. We started walking towards homeroom.

      "No, 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.

      "Probably just YOU who was the problem. I'll let you know after I go out with her Friday night," he said, and took off running before my math book could make contact with his head.

Chapter 23

      True to her word, Stacey did come and meet me at the nurse’s office after my diaper change to walk me to lunch, once again beating out Jennifer. The way the tables were set up in the cafeteria, only four people could sit at the table where Sarah and Stacey usually dragged me off to. This time I was sitting beside Sarah, with my back to the rest of the lunchroom, so I had no idea what Jennifer’s reaction was to this. I also didn’t see disaster coming until it was already at the table with us.

      “Hey Slickster!” Leroy pulled out the chair next to Stacey and sat down with his lunch tray. He appeared ready to stay the whole lunch period. Although I was not extremely pleased with this predicament (given Stacey’s usual treatment of me), I actually had to hold back a laugh at the look on my tormentor’s face. Stacey’s mouth was hanging open as she stared disbelievingly at Leroy. Some other sixth grade girls went by, giggling at Stacey when they saw Leroy beside her. For the first time, I saw STACEY blush, and she looked down at her tray, giving great consideration to her food, staring at her lunch tray the rest of the Lunch period. Leroy didn’t seem to notice his unwanted presence, talking animatedly (mostly by himself) through the half hour. Both Sarah and Stacey were studiously ignoring him, while I did my best to look at least somewhat interested in his ramblings.

      He took off quickly at the bell, leaving me and Sarah and Stacey alone finally. Stacey heaved a huge sigh and rolled her eyes. “Tomorrow,” she said, “we either get someone else to sit with us or we get RID of that fourth chair!” Then she looked at me, and for once, she appeared to actually be worried about my feelings. “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.

      Stacey left, leaving Sarah to walk me to my locker. “She’s trying to be nicer,” Sarah said when I asked about Stacey’s comment. “I told her that if she isn’t careful, you might ask your Mom to make Jennifer your babysitter. She doesn’t live all that far from you either.”

      That was something I hadn’t thought about before! Then I realized it wouldn’t work. “Jennifer is on the cheerleading squad,” I said. “They practice after school, she couldn’t do it.”

      Sarah rolled her eyes. “I know that, and YOU know that, but Stacey never thought of it,” she giggled. “Besides, I wasn’t serious – you think I want to lose you?”

      “You could go over to Jennifer’s too.”

      Sarah shook her head. “Stacey’s my best friend. I’d never just up and leave her like that. She’s not really that bad, just misdirected. She’s never babysat a big ba … someone like you before.” Sarah blushed a bit at what she almost called me.

      “I’ve been called worse,” I said, trying to make her feel better.

      “It’s just that neither of us are extremely sure of what we are doing,” Sarah said. “We’ve never had to take care of a “baby” your size … Stacey acts all sure of herself, but she doesn’t really know what she’s doing either. So she makes up for her 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:

      “Hey, Slickster!” Leroy came running up. “Sorry about cutting in on you at lunch,” he said, “But you said yourself that you didn’t ask for Sarah or Stacey. I was just helping you out.”

      “Uh huh,” I answered.  Yeah, right.

      “Anyway, did Stacey say anything about me after I left? Like ask you if I was going out with anyone?” Leroy went on.

      “Umm… I don’t think she likes you too much, Leroy,” I said, hoping not to disappoint him TOO much.

      “Damn! What 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.”

      I shrugged, knowing the ball was in my court, and not about to drop it on my toes. “Hey – some of us got it,” I said.

      “The question is what IT is,” Leroy said, heading off to class. This left me to think over what Sarah had said about Stacey not being sure of herself in caring for me. It made a lot of sense … and it gave me an idea.

Chapter 24

      That afternoon 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 take care of me. My pants were off from almost the minute I walked through the door, and I was whisked back to my nursery for a quick diaper change, and then into my crib for a nap. I almost missed my three young babysitters, at least they took time to talk to me and, in the case of Sally, play with me. Compared with 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 of trouble without Sarah and Stacey to help me, but getting through it anyway.

      “So, wonder what we are gonna do about Friday?” my sister said suddenly from behind me.

      I turned 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, this added more ideas to my plan. My sister seemed to pick up that I was scheming.

      “You better not be trying to think of a way to get out of diapers,” she mistakenly assumed. “That will just get you into more trouble.”

      “No, that’s not it at all…”

      My sister surprised me then by actually being interested in what I was thinking. So I 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 that!”

      “That’s just it,” I explained. “She doesn’t. And how could she know, really? None of them have ever had to babysit a ‘baby’ my age before. Not like the girls at the Mall Daycare at all,” I leaked a bit of my plan to my sister.

      “Why didn’t you tell Mom before what was happening to you?” my sister asked, not catching on to the plan yet. “She wouldn’t want all that to happen to you, not really. She wants you to be disciplined, but not abused! Stacey is abusing you.”

      I thought 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.”

      My sister’s 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 Mall Daycare?” she went on. “I THINK I know what you are planning, but I want to 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 come over and be a baby with you, so she can learn to be a better babysitter. You hope to get Jennifer to come over to babysit you both, the only problem with that being that Jennifer has never been the baby, but, we can try to get that past Mom. She’ll probably be a bit desperate for a babysitter anyway. Then on Saturday, Stacey will have to be the baby with you, with Sarah babysitting you both, with help from Jennifer if she is available. On Sunday, Sally will be a baby with you, with Sarah And Stacey watching you both. If any of them disagree, they won’t get to babysit you anymore, but you are already sure Sarah will do it?”

      “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, WE 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 thanked her though, and waited to see what my Mom would think.

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      To my utter amazement, my mother agreed immediately, then actually apologized to me for what I had to go through. “You should have told me what they were doing,” she told me.

      I explained to her that Sally wasn’t that bad, and Sarah had become a friend, which caused her to smile and suggest that perhaps Sarah was a lot more than just a “friend”. She also told me that she had already been thinking about asking at least Stacey to go through the type of training the girls at the Mall Tykes Daycare had to go through; now she would demand it.

      That evening, armed with the phone and a school phone book, my mother got in touch with Jennifer and her parents, Sarah and her parents, and then Stacey and Sally’s parents. I could hear Stacey’s mother on the phone all the way from across the room, and I had a feeling Stacey would not be overjoyed with me tomorrow morning.

      When she finished on the phone, she told me it was all set up – and what was more, 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 that, she told my sister she had to talk to her for a minute and they disappeared into my sister’s bedroom.

      A few minutes later they emerged, and my eyes about popped out of my head when I saw that my sister, like me, was dressed in diapers and a short night shirt. It seemed she had actually got herself into trouble, when she told my Mom that ALL the girls babysitting me should be trained the same way. That “ALL” included her, so now she would be diapered through tomorrow after dinner. That was going to be very 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 in a crib and she still had her bed. I did find out my mother put a plastic sheet on her bed though, when my sister complained about it crinkling under her. My mother told her to hush, it was for her own good in case her diapers leaked. She was also given a night time bottle, and told she better drink it all. I fell asleep while sucking on my own bottle of warm milk, thinking how it would be interesting not to be the only baby for the next several days.

Chapter 26

      I awoke in the morning to two unfamiliar things. First, I had a wet diaper, and I couldn’t remember wetting it during the night. Up to now, I had always been aware of when I wet my diaper. I resolved to be more careful from now on and make sure I was aware of wetting my diapers, so I wouldn’t become dependant on them and need re-potty training.

      The other unfamiliar thing was my sister crying. My mother had lead her into the nursery, 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 the 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 looked at me) change your diaper. How many of hers have you changed now? And at least I am letting you change your own diapers at school.” I wondered what would keep my sister from changing out of diapers at school, until my mother said, “And remember, I called your friend Wendy, and she is going to be checking to make 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 if the plastic sheet on my sister’s bed had been necessary after all. “You should have messed this diaper overnight,” my mother commented. “Now you are going to have to do it in school.” I could see my sister had no intention of doing that, and would wait as long as she possibly could before going that way. My mother 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 slipped it under her, pulled the front through, and taped it snug.

      Lifting her down from the table, my mother gave Trisha a light smack on her diaper and told her to go get dressed, “In the clothes I laid out for you.” Then she turned to me. “Your turn,” she said, picking me up and carrying me to the changing table. I had my baby doll sleeper lifted and my wet diaper removed quickly. “Goodness, you’re a heavy wetter at night,” my mother said, as she tickled me and made me giggle. “Maybe I need to get some even thicker diapers for you, at least at night.” I blushed as she chose one of the pink diapers to dress me in for the day. So far no one had seen these yet, since she had been using the unisex she had bought at BabyDays. I knew only the nurse at school would see this one, but how long would it be before Stacey would see me in the pink diapers? She sent me then to brush my teeth and hair, while she laid out my clothes for the day. With two babies, my mother had to let me have a little more independence in getting dressed than usual.

      Once I was dressed and groomed, I went out to the dining room to see my sister in the high chair. My mother was spoon feeding her breakfast to her, she had a baby bottle of orange juice, and she was wearing a bib. I also had to work hard not to laugh when I saw her clothes. She was wearing a pink blouse and a green school jumper that she would NEVER have chosen to wear herself; she looked like a fifth-grader. After she was done eating, my mother sent her out the door and 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 the door as I was eating, and my mother went to get it. Sarah and Stacey were there, having walked from their bus stop to meet me at my house and get on at my stop. Sarah smiled upon seeing me in my high chair; Stacey, as I expected, did not look very happy. “Our mothers sent us down to apologize for the way we’ve been babysitting,” Stacey said. “I’m sorry for messing things up so bad.”

      “I’m sorry too,” said Sarah. “I’ve been hoping for a way to make it up, and I’ll gladly come down and be a baby with Vintonnt on Friday.” My mother had a look on her face that I could translate as meaning “I bet you will!”

      “Sally would be here too, but she’s still getting dressed since her bus comes later,” Stacey said. “She’ll apologize on Sunday.” I felt a little bad about that, seeing as Sally really hadn’t done anything wrong. Her spanking had hurt, but I HAD deserved it, and at least it had only been on my diaper. She was actually the best babysitter of the three this past week. I decided to mention that later to my mother, who was now releasing me from the high chair so my Babysitters and I would not miss our bus.

Chapter 27

      It was a quiet bus ride to school. Stacey looked upset, and I didn’t want to risk her wrath. Sarah attempted to keep up a steady stream of chatter at first but finally she gave up and lapsed into silence as well. When we got to school, I finally ventured a few words.

      “See you at lunch?”

      Stacey stared 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.

      “After all 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 treat 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 promptly caused both girls to burst into giggles.

      “What?” I asked. Neither would answer, although Stacey started to giggle again. “What’s so funny?”

      “Nothing, 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 to the truth that really was. He had scared the pee out of me, anyway.

      “Sorry,” he 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 understand girls at ALL!”

      Leroy chuckled 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 they didn’t care about you anymore than they care about me. What did you DO?”

      I shrugged. “Prayer works?” I suggested jokingly.

      Leroy missed 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 pat my backside, causing me to jump and almost hit my head inside my locker.

      “Sorry,” Jennifer giggled. Apparently she had circled around and come back to me. “Just checking,” she said with a wink. “I think someone is wet.”

      I nodded. “I need to go get a diaper change,” I affirmed.

      “So what’s going to happen tomorrow night?” Jennifer asked. “Your Mom said something about me being a baby like you, and if I did it, I can babysit you and my cousin Friday. I wasn’t about to miss that chance.”

      I half 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 diapers, wear baby clothes, and drink from a bottle…just stuff like that.”

      “Ahh.” Jennifer nodded. “That’s umm…pretty heavy,” she said after a minute. “I have to 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.

      “Yeah, well, I’m a CHEERLEADER,” she asserted, “and you have no idea what the others would do to me if they ever found out about this.”

      We began 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 outside. “Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Jennifer said. “After all I am going to be babysitting him and changing his diapers myself Friday anyway.”

      “Then you will see his diapers Friday,” the nurse told her, “And not before.” Jennifer sulkily turned and went outside to wait for me. “Wonder what she would have thought of these,” the nurse teased me after she pulled my pants down and revealed the pink diaper I was wearing.

      When I came out, Jennifer had been joined by Kelly and Polly. “What were you doing in there?” Polly asked.

      I nearly dropped the ball. “I…uhhhh…”

      “MEDICINE,” Jennifer quickly saved me. “He had to take his medicine.”

      “That required a locked door?” Polly asked. “The last time I knew of they locked the door was when Christine Hanson had to change her pants when her period started.” Kelly began laughing with Polly.

      “Oh, and I guess you come down here a few times a day just to check and see if the door is locked,” Jennifer said.

      “No – I’m just saying…” Polly started.

      “Never mind,” Jennifer stopped her. “The tardy bell rings in like one minute. Come on let’s get to home room!” The conversation stopped then as we hurried so as not to be late.

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      When lunch came, I was surprised (and maybe a little let down) when no one came searching me out. I went down to the cafeteria by myself. Our school was a private school 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 glass doors and saw Leroy, his head bowed serenely in prayer. I hesitated, thought about telling him, then shook my head and continued to the lunchroom. A little 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 cafeteria, I scanned the room. At the usual round table over to the side, I saw Stacey’s green eyes riveted to mine. Sarah, sitting beside her, was also watching me, and appeared somewhat nervous. I looked to the other side of the room, and saw Jennifer also watching me. When Jennifer realized I knew she was looking my 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 attention, 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 and Sarah’s table. As I neared the table, Sarah said something to Stacey I couldn’t make out, but I heard Stacey’s reply. “I never had a doubt.” Both girls began 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 was seated, she turned to Sarah and asked, “Did you hear something crinkle just now?” I wondered if I was in for another round of humiliation, but that was the only comment either Stacey or Sarah made about my diapers or situation for the entire lunch period. The rest of the time was filled with their usual chatter, except they involved me in it as well.

      As I left the cafeteria after lunch, Jennifer walked up to me, looking somewhat upset. “You tell me how much you hate the way she treats you, and then when you have a chance to get away from her you choose to eat lunch with her!! What’s up with that?”

      I shrugged. “She apologized. They are being nice to me now. Mostly.”

      She sighed. “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 – you’re making me look bad!”

      “That reminds me,” I said. “You think you could fix Polly up with Leroy?” Jennifer just stared at me. “No? Umm…how ‘bout Genelle?” I tried. Jennifer left in somewhat of a huff. I wasn’t so stupid that I didn’t realize making an enemy out of Jennifer would be very foolish on my part, and resolved to make it up to her on Thursday.

      It wasn’t until the end of the day that I realized how much fire I was actually playing with.

      “Slickster!” Leroy came running up to me. “Slickster! It WORKED!”

      “What worked, Leroy?” I asked distractedly. Why doesn’t the combination lock on your school locker ever open on the first attempt?

      “Prayer, man!” he answered me.

      I turned to face him. “Huh? What do you mean?”

     “I’m talking about the power of prayer,” Leroy said excitedly. “You were actually right. I prayed every free minute I could get today. And just now, Genelle Foreman asked 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.”

      I blinked. “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.

      “That all 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 somebody else to the dance if I even COULD go.

      “Well you better hurry,” Leroy warned. “A girl like Jennifer isn’t going to wait on you 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.

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      On the bus, more evidence that Jennifer was playing hardball was evident. Stacey and Sarah were noticeably missing, and Jennifer had a seat saved for me. “Where are your 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 wouldn’t do that to them,” I said.

      “Too late. You already got your wish for today,” she said. I didn’t even have to ask what she meant. I knew she had set it up for Genelle to ask Leroy to go to the dance. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Would I do something to my 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 what she had Kelly do to them this time.

      Stacey was angrier than I had ever seen before. Sarah grabbed her arm, but she shook her off and made a beeline straight for our seat. She shoved in on my other side. Uh-oh.

      “I know you’re responsible for this, bitch!” she said around me at Jennifer.

      “Why Stacey, such language for a little sixth grader!” Jennifer sneered at her. “Better be careful or your Mommy will wash your mouth out with soap.”

      “FU** OFF!” Stacey yelled at her. Others on the bus were now leaning toward our bus seat, watching with great interest. Poor Sarah was stuck sitting three rows up, and looked at me with pleading eyes.

      “Excuse me???” Jennifer started to lean around me.

      “All right, both of you, COOL IT!” I said, pushing them both back away from each other.

      Both girls stared at me in shock. Stacey found her voice first. “And just who do you think YOU are, Baby?” she asked me.

      Almost immediately her sentiments were echoed by Jennifer. “Watch who you talk to like that!” She stared at me for a minute, then angrily turned and stared out the window. I looked at Stacey, but she was sitting with her arms crossed, her angry green eyes staring straight ahead. In stark contrast, Sarah’s soft blue 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 Sarah and Sally.

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      Both actually took place. Stacey didn’t seem to be as angry when we got to her house, but she simply went to her TV and began playing games on it. Sarah stared at her for a second, then with a shake of her head took me back to the bedroom.

      Without even needing to be told to, I held my arms out so that Sarah could get my pants undone and pulled down. I stepped out of them as Sarah felt the back of my diaper with a small smile. “Yep, definitely time for a change,” she said with a wink.

      I climbed up on the changing table and Sarah undid my diaper and cleaned me with some baby wipes after removing it. I think she still spent much more time than necessary cleaning certain areas, but I sure wasn’t going to complain. Just as Sarah was slipping a new diaper under me, Stacey came in with the wooden spoon.

      “I think 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 as Stacey walked up to me, swinging the spoon menacingly. She watched me for a minute, then finally let the spoon fall to her side. “Oh come on,” she said. “Aren’t you going to cry and plead for me not to spank you? A REAL baby would!” She looked very disappointed.

      “I wasn’t going to spank you anyway,” she said with a sigh as she put the wooden spoon down. She reached forward and began to put the clean diaper on me. “But if you EVER talk to me like that again, I’ll pull you over my knee right then and there. I don’t care if you’re diapered and the bus is full or not.”

      Now Sarah looked angry. “Wait a minute, Stacey,” she said. “If anyone deserved a spanking for the way she acted on the bus today, it’s you. Do you even want to imagine 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 said calmly. Sarah stared in shock for a minute, before both she and Stacey broke down in giggles. “We’re probably both gonna get spanked in the next couple of days anyways, while we are ‘babies’,” Stacey finally stated.

      “Yeah,” Sarah agreed nodding. Stacey was by now helping me off the changing table and leading me to the crib for my nap. “I’ve been more than a little worried about that,” she went on as Stacey put the side on the crib up.

      “Worried? Why are you worried?” Stacey asked as she sat on the bed. “If we get spanked, we 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 spanked...”

      “Oh my gosh! You’ve NEVER had a spanking?” Stacey interrupted, shocked. I was surprised myself. Sarah shook her head. “Ahh.  I would say you are in for quite an experience then,” Stacey began to giggle. “If you’ve always been spanked, like me, then it isn’t such a big deal by now. Still hurts but at least you know what to expect, even if you never do get USED 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 to leave.

      Stacey had that look of mischief in her eyes. She picked up the wooden spoon. “Hey, Sarah. Want me to help you get ready for being spanked?” she asked. Sarah turned around, let out somewhat of an “eep!” and took off running, Stacey right behind her with the spoon, swinging at her bottom.

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      Sarah was sitting on Stacey's back. They were both on the bed, and Stacey's pants were pulled down. Sarah raised a wooden hairbrush and brought it down hard across 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 nice one, I thought with a smile.

      "Whatcha 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 the crib, a smile on her own face to match mine. "You really like that, huh?"

      It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. I had awoken sucking on the pacifier she had given me last week. And the funny thing was, I DID seem to like it. She reached down and pulled it out of my mouth a little, letting me 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 at each other for a minute. Her eyes finally left mine and crept down my body to my 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.

      "Guess 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 not to spoil it, but felt a little sorry for her too. I sat up and gave her a hug as 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 crawl to the kitchen to the highchair. "Sally, don't make him do that," Stacey said, walking into the kitchen. "We'll get in trouble."

      "But babies CRAWL," Sally insisted.

      "I told you," Stacey said. "We can't do things that are too embarrassing, and..."

      "It's okay," I interrupted them. "She's right. Babies DO crawl."

      Stacey looked surprised, then smirked a little. She left the kitchen then, stopping for only 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? What did she say?" Sally looked at me.

      "Nothing. 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 told and she tied a pink bib that said Mommy's Darling Girl on it on me. I had a feeling she bought this bib for me herself; I hadn't seen it before. She fed me a jar of Gerber's Bananas baby food, and a baby bottle of chocolate milk.

      Stacey came 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."

      "Mmm-hmm," was Sally's only reply. Stacey stared for another minute, then shook her head and left.

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      The time went quickly after that, and it seemed like only a few minutes til my homework was done (with Stacey and Sarah's help), and my Mom was there to pick me up. At 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 wasn't much in a mood to discuss it. (I found out later, much later, she had faked sick and sat out practice.)

      My mom asked my sister if she had messed her diaper yet. My sister said no. Apparently she was thinking she could wait long enough to go after Mom let her out of diapers. That wasn't to be, however, as my Mom took her back to the nursery and changed 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.

      She had actually done pretty well at school that day, most of the girls taking a liking 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 interesting, I decided.

      I kept my promise to Sally and told my Mom that Sally was not a bad babysitter to me at 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 get though." So she WAS planning on spanking them. I tried not to show I was a bit happy about hearing that.

      My mom decided to feed us separately, putting me in the high chair first, and making my sister wait in the playpen. About halfway through my dinner, my sister messed her 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 of diapers and not have to eat in the high chair, wear a bib, and drink from a 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 10)

      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 wished she would stop calling me by girl words) feels. I'm sure you will do a much better job taking care of her." My sister looked sincere as she said she would.

      "Well, I 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 me. "She agreed to come awfully fast. She may like you as much as Sarah does."

      I didn't answer, but instead decided to bring up the end of the year dance at school. "Can I go to it?" I asked. "It's the Friday night before our last week..."

      "If you can get a report from each of your teachers proving you have brought your 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 hoped so.

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      The next day was as usual until lunch time. I sat with Stacey and Sarah again (further pushing Jennifer), and Stacey seemed very pleased. When I asked why, she said, "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 guy, actually in my class. Many girls were after him (often using his last name as an adjective to describe him), and he was considered a prime catch. If he had asked Stacey, I was right in my assumption that she would move up the social ladder quickly. It also made me realize...if Roger could ask a sixth grader to the dance as popular as he was, then so could I.

      "He wants to know what the deal with you is," Stacey went on, looking at me. I tried 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."

      "Tell 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 dropping open. I turned a dozen shades of red, letting out a weak and embarrassed, "Ummmmm....."

      Stacey 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 doesn't look very pleased," Stacey said to me, pointing behind me. I turned around and saw Jennifer standing there. It may have been my imagination, but I swear I saw flames in her eyes.

      "We need to talk! NOW!" Jennifer said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me from my chair.

      "Ack!" I involuntarily uttered. All the noise from this exchange had drawn attention, and half the lunchroom was watching us and most of them were laughing.

      "Better go with her, Baby," Stacey said to me quietly, obviously highly amused by Jennifer's anger. "She looks mad enough to pull your pants down and spank your diaper right here in front of everybody!"

      "She's 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 THAT?"

      "An 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.

      "You want to be friends?" I asked, surprised.

      "What's wrong with that?" she asked defensively.

      Nothing, except two weeks ago you wouldn't give me the time of day, I thought, but decided to keep the thought to myself. "Of course we can be friends," I said, relieved that it no longer appeared she might kill me.

      "Unless 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 her image. That probably would not take very long.

      "Slickster!" 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.

      "Leroy..." I said.

      "Did you make her mad? I thought you were gonna ask her to the dance! What if she knows I'm your best friend!? What if Genelle breaks our date!?"

      "LEroy..." I tried again.

      "How mad 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 like diamonds..."

      "LEROY!" I said a third time.

      He focused on me. "Huh?"

      "Jennifer's 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 lunchroom and salvage what was left of my image. I didn't have much of one so it shouldn't take me very long either.

      "Sarah LOCKHART?" I heard Leroy say to himself as I walked away. I smiled and called back to him.

      "Of course. Who else would I ask?"

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      As I walked back into the lunchroom I heard a few titters of laughter, but mostly everyone had moved on to a new subject by now. I went back to the table and sat down by Stacey, who still looked amused, and Sarah, who was busy staring at her plate.

      Stacey looked 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.

      "Well, what now?" she asked me.

      "Umm...now I ask you something," I said, suddenly very nervous.

      She looked back down at her plate. "What's that?"

      "Umm...well..." I swallowed hard. "Mom says I can go to the dance next month if I can show that my grades are improved and I pass. I'm sure they will be and...would you go to the dance with me?" The last part came out in a rush, and Sarah took so long to answer that at first I was afraid she didn't understand what I asked.

      "Wow," 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."

      Excited, I asked what it was, knowing I would do just about anything. "Wear a diaper," Sarah said with a giggle.

      "Oh!  Umm...well okay.  I think I have to anyway," I agreed.

      "Even if you don't have to, promise me that you will," she pushed.

      "Okay.  I said I would already." I blushed as she smiled.

      "Good." 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, and a lot of claps on the back to me from the guys. For my part, I sat dazed in the chair until I realized I had to hurry so I would not be late to my next class.

      On the bus ride home that afternoon, Jennifer sat with two other popular girls. It was however only one seat in front of Stacey and Sarah, who did save my usual seat for me. Stacey and Sarah chatted merrily, not paying too much attention to me, 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 how bad it would look if she got off at my regular stop, so she rode on to her house, and was going to ride her bicycle back to my house after the talk her mother wanted to have with her before she came down.

      Later, when she got to my house, I found out what her mother wanted to talk about. "I can't believe it!" she fumed, after coming into the house.

      "What's the problem?" my sister asked.

      "My 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 find out about that training program at the Mall Tykes Day Care. She's going to make me go there and go through their training this summer, even if I decide not to 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 it to 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.

      "Well, maybe it won't be TOO bad. At least during the third week I'll get to be the trainer and keep some other big baby in diapers. And I'll get paid."

      "Always a 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."

     Jennifer 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 social life well into high school.

      Jennifer blushed and said, "Well, remember when I told you I DO know about diapers and trying to keep it hidden?" she asked me.

      "Yeah..." I remembered the day she had embarrassed me in the hall. "You wouldn't tell me how you knew though..."

      "If 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 I shook my head mutely. "That's because I did a good job of hiding it. I had a bad infection that basically took away my control by the time it was done with me. It was just during the winter - you might remember I was sick for like two weeks straight. I even spent time in the hospital, and when I came back to school I ended up in diapers until about February when Mom finally got me potty trained again. Being nine and wearing diapers almost killed me emotionally - but if you'll remember it was then that I started to become popular. It made me push all the harder to be accepted, since I was trying so hard to hide the fact 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 rise in popularity at school too."

      "I figured that was mostly due to you," I finally found my voice.

      She looked thoughtful. "Yeah, you're right. It WAS all due to me!" She giggled as I rolled my eyes.

      "I hate 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 so humiliating, but don't expect them all to be."

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       I could hear the sounds from the bedroom as Jennifer got put into her diaper. I was hoping I would get to see it - I was sure I would get to see her get a diaper change before this was over, but I wondered what her facial expressions were for this first one.

      The sounds of crinkling plastic and diaper tapes opening and being fastened were the sounds I enjoyed most as I tried to imagine it, followed by my sister giving Jennifer a few pats on the diaper once it was done. Jennifer came waddling down the hallway then in just her shirt and diaper, her jeans left back in the bedroom. The rule was the same as with me - no pants over the diaper while in the house. Her diaper made a loud crinkle as she sat down on the couch and she wrinkled her nose.

      "Yuck. 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,

      "Umm...usually my homework," I said, pulling my backpack up beside me. "Not doing it is what got me in this mess in the first place."

      "Right 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 use your books?"

     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 pretty much the same."

      Jennifer looked at the assignments I had written down. "Yep. Same stuff. Hey, are you any good in English?"

      "It's the only class I have an A in," I told her.

      "I have an A in Pre-algebra, but I need help real bad in English," Jennifer said, totally oblivious to the fact that she had just proven her statement by the way she said it. And so we forged a study relationship much like I had with Stacey 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 diaper 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 to learn how to change the baby's diaper. I blushed as she helped me up on the changing table, then told Jennifer to go ahead and she would just watch and tell her what needed to be done.

      Jennifer smiled and gave me a little tickle, making me giggle before she started. She looked in my eyes as she untaped the diaper, and had I not been able to see some of the same characteristics in her eyes as I saw in Sarah's and remembered Sarah because of that, I would have doubted whether I made the right choice right then. She pulled the front of my diaper down, and tried (unsuccessfully) not to show surprise at my shaved genital area. My mother quickly ascertained the reason for her pause, and explained how much harder it would be to take care of the diaper area were it not hairless.

     "Oh! Well that makes sense," Jennifer said, with a nervous glance toward her own crotch, as though looking there would reassure her that hers was still intact under the diaper.

      "Don't worry," my mother laughed. "Since you are only in diapers for one night, we won't shave yours."

      "Umm - 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 helped Jennifer to lift me up, showing her how to do it herself, and pull the wet 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.

      "Sometimes if a baby's diaper is just wet you can just put them in a dry diaper, but with 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, who very gingerly cleaned my diaper area, then my bottom. I considered whether I should tell her when we were alone how much less shy Sarah was about that.

      She was just as gentle and shy with the baby powder, but had no problem rubbing it across my bottom. She was getting good at it as she unfolded the dry diaper and slipped it under me, then pulled it up though my legs and taped it securely in front.

      "Good 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 cute it would look with the diaper peeking out from under her cheerleader skirt.

      At dinner, Jennifer occupied the high chair, and I had to wait to eat. Jennifer fed me in the high chair after she had been fed. We also both had to eat a fair amount of baby food mixed with solid food at this meal, and of course the bib and baby bottle was an ever-present reminder of the baby status while eating. While I was fed, my mother explained to Jennifer that while she and later, Sally, were simply being trained, Sarah and Stacey would be punished as well. She wanted her to know in advance that Sarah would be spanked at her first diapering.

      Jennifer was beginning to definitely look uncomfortable by now, and I knew it would not be long before she would wet her diaper - or maybe even more than wet it.

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      It finally did happen at about 8:00 in the evening. I was watching Jennifer fidget as she sat on a baby blanket on the floor in front of the TV. Finally she sat up on her knees, and a relaxed expression came over her face. I watched as the diaper turned yellow on the middle and began to sag. She shouldn't have held it so long.

      "You're gonna leak," I finally giggled.

      Jennifer, who had not realized I was watching and knew what she did, blushed. "Nuh-uh," she retorted.

      "Uh-huh. These diapers aren't really made for you to wait for hours keeping them dry, and then flood them all at once like that. You should let it out a little at a time."

      "I can't believe this," Jennifer said, rolling her eyes.

      "What?"

      "You're 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."

      "Mom! Jennifer's diaper is leaking!" I called out, drawing a murderous look from Jennifer.

      "I'm going to get you for that tomorrow."

      "Tomorrow never comes." I didn't really know what that was supposed to mean, but it sounded like it fit, anyway.

      "It might 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 embarrassing for her as my mother entered the room, carrying a changing pad, baby powder, wipes, and a dry diaper.

      "Did I 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 it. She crawled over and gingerly lay on her back, the diaper making a wet squish as it was compressed between her bottom and the pad.

      "Good 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 Jennifer's legs where the diaper had already begun to leak. I stayed very quiet from my vantage point in my playpen, afraid that the slightest move might suddenly remind my mother that I was there, and she would banish me from watching Jennifer get her diaper changed. After all, nobody had promised me that I would get to see that.

      The tapes on the diaper were popped open and the front of the diaper folded down. I watched with wide-eyed interest as the diaper was pulled out from under her, and her legs were spread and the diaper area carefully cleaned with baby wipes. She had a cute bottom, I realized as my mother spread powder across it. Another diaper was put under her, she was let down, and once again modestly covered by a thick diaper.

     "You can 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."

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      After she left the room, Jennifer turned to me. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked with an accusory tone.

      "No! Well...umm...yeah," I admitted.

      Jennifer 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 and diapered and all."

      I smiled before I could stop myself, and Jennifer laughed. "I KNEW it! I should tell Sarah on you."

      "I'm sure she must already know," I assured her.

      "I don't know. She's pretty naïve about that sort of thing."

      "Naïve? 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."

      "What's 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."

      "Aww! But it's only a little after 8:00," Jennifer complained.

      "I know. 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 go to bed this early and I just nodded.

      Suddenly her look changed from one of pouting to one of curiosity. "Hey, where am I gonna sleep?" she asked.

      "Come and 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 my diaper as I did this.

      "Oh," was all Jennifer said when she got to the doorway of the nursery. I saw a cot had been set up. I could already tell it had a plastic sheet on the mattress.

      My mother was waiting for us. "Originally I had thought that I would put you in the crib 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 were put to bed and Mom had to come in and tell us to be quiet we would get spankings, 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 bra. My sister noticed I was watching something, and turned to follow my gaze to see what it was, then looked back at me shaking her head and rolling her eyes. I didn't see what the big deal was, since she was also watching me get my diaper changed.

      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 lot of noisy crinkling under her) and given a baby bottle and one of my stuffed teddy bears. She looked so cute as she hugged it to her with a childish smile. I was tucked into my crib and also given a baby bottle and my favorite teddy bear. Both of us were kissed goodnight (which made Jennifer blush and giggle), and the light was turned off, leaving us in just the glow of the nightlight.

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      The next morning, I awoke to a strange noise. Looking over toward Jennifer, I noticed that the entire cot on which she was laying was shaking back and forth. My first impulse was to yell "Earthquake" and take cover, but then I realized that it was only her cot which was shaking.

      "Jennifer...what are you doing?" I called softly. We had no clock in the room, but from the early morning light streaming through the window I surmised it to be around 6:00 AM.

      "I gotta go to the bathroom!" she complained to me.

      I giggled. "You're wearing a bathroom!" I said. "Just go."

      "Nuh-uh!" 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 you out of that diaper until you go. So you might as well use it now." It made perfect sense to me anyway.

      Jennifer still didn't give up. She tried to fight it for a few minutes more. Finally she stopped fidgeting and now was completely still. From one extreme to the other. "Are you dead?" I finally asked.

      "No. I don't want to move in it," she confessed. I tried to laugh quietly so she would not hear. She threw a pillow at me.

     After this we quieted down, and with Jennifer trying to be as still as humanly possible, and me falling back asleep, the quiet stillness that you can only feel in the very early hours of the morning descended once again on the house.

      Until my sister's alarm went off. Then there were the sounds of her getting up and rushing to get ready and catch the bus on time. We lived out in the country, so if we missed the bus we were screwed. Then Mom would have to drive us to school which could possibly make her late for work and this did not please her. Also were the sounds of my mother getting up and seeing my sister off. Then she showered and got ready for work herself. I slept on and off through all this, while Jennifer suffered in her messy diaper.

      Finally Mom came in and got us up. I believe it was on purpose that she took me and put me on the changing table first, leaving Jennifer to stay in her babified condition a bit longer. She finished with me, right down to dressing me in a babyish T-shirt and of course nothing to cover my diaper, as was the rule at home. Then she finally got Jennifer and put her on the table, but before she could get her diaper changed, the doorbell rang. My mother took the belt on the table and belted Jennifer down to it, then went to the door.

      I heard Sarah's voice, and a minute later she followed my mother into the nursery and saw Jennifer in her baby nightshirt and messy diaper. Whatever she was talking about was forgotten as her voice trailed off and she stared at Jennifer with her mouth slightly agape.

      "Oh my GOD," Jennifer lamented. "I will never, ever live this down."

      "Seeing as she is going to be in the same condition as you very soon, I think you will," my mother assured her. Sarah blushed.

      "Now," my mother addressed Sarah. "You are here to be the baby, but also to learn to be a better babysitter for big babies. You are also here to be punished for 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.

      Watching this diaper change (while quite disgusting at times) was both fascinating and hilarious. I thought Sarah and Jennifer would die of embarrassment before it was over.

      Once that was done and Jennifer was in a clean diaper, and then dressed in a short skirt set, she was told how the day was to go. "You can get out of the diaper and go 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 to tell me about it. Your mother packed a new pair of panties for you and you are not to get at them until noon." She showed Jennifer the bag that was ready for her.

      "Your job 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 baby, you know now what they will need and what they are feeling. You'll feed them lunch - preferably that will be after you make the change out of diapers. The day is pretty much yours."

      Then she turned to Sarah. "As for you," she said, taking Sarah by the hand, "I believe you are due some punishment."

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      "I know." Sarah looked at the ground. "I'm very sorry. I messed up."

      "It's good that you recognize that. And I realize it isn't all your fault - Stacey was the actual babysitter. But you still did the deed, and being sorry about it is not enough. There are consequences when you make a bad decision, and it is best to learn that right now while you are young than for you to not learn it and go out into the world, and find out there that sorry isn't enough. Do you understand that?"

      Sarah nodded. "Yes Ma'am."

      "Do you 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 came to her eyes. My mother explained the process. "First I will pull your pants and your panties down. Then I will pull you over my knee, and spank your bare 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 to cover yourself, do not try to stand up or get away, and do not try to hold back crying. Tears cleanse the soul."

      And besides, it will make your spanking longer, I thought. I was smart enough not to say it out loud.

      Sarah nodded her understanding. I don't think she was able to speak. Actually, I admired her courage to stick this through, as my mother sat down on the cot, pulled Sarah in front of her and undid the button fly on her jeans. I was already aroused just from seeing her in her panties, but then my mother reached up and yanked the panties down as well, revealing creamy white buttocks. Sarah's bottom was even cuter than Jennifer's. Not that I had actually seen that many others to compare them to.

      Sarah was pulled over Mom's knee, and the spanking began in earnest. The creamy white buttocks did not stay that way for very long. They became pink quickly and then began to approach red. Sarah showed us that she had a very healthy set of lungs. I thought the windows might break. She also almost flew off the lap several times as she kicked her feet. Mom finally had to pin her legs with one 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 to abuse a baby, and how she was now going to have to be the baby to see how it feels. She was told that her parents had already agreed that if she ever abused the baby or her authority as the babysitter again, she would be spending at least an entire month in diapers, with a spanking every Friday of that month. She was then taken to the corner, where she still was when Mom left for work. Before she left, however, she went over and hugged Sarah, and told her how well she had done for her punishment. Then she told Jennifer to keep her in the corner for another 10 minutes.

      After Mom left and while Sarah was still in the corner, Jennifer took me out to the living 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 about Sarah not being all that naïve."

      I hesitated, 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 grinned evilly. Actually it made me shudder.

      "I will take care of this," she said after a minute of thinking. I hoped I hadn't done anything too bad to Sarah.

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      "Okay, little cousin, time for diapers!" Jennifer said, leading Sarah from the corner. She made Sarah lay down on the changing table, and Sarah winced as her bottom made contact with the table.

      Sarah looked around the nursery while Jennifer got out a diaper and the baby powder and baby 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 at the beginning.

      "Right now, that's what it is," Jennifer said as she lifted Sarah by her feet and slid the diaper under her. Then she took the baby lotion, filled her hand, and reached down between Sarah's legs.

      Sarah gasped, and sat partially up, only to be gently pushed back down by Jennifer. Jennifer reached down again. Sarah moaned a bit, then gasped and sat up again. "Hey! What are you doing!?" she asked angrily.

      "You don't think that feels good?" Jennifer asked innocently.

      "Well..." Sarah knew she couldn't lie about that, especially since the moan had already given her away. "Yeah, but..."

      "It's 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.

      Sarah's expression went blank for a minute, then filled with understanding. "Ooh..." she said. She looked at me, and said earnestly, "I'm sorry."

      "It's 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 of Stacey, it also felt really good. I hadn't asked Jennifer to get Sarah to stop. 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 gently rubbing the baby lotion into Sarah's poor bottom. Finally she went ahead and diapered her.

      We went out to the living room, and opted to play a few board games. Jennifer noted how nice it felt to have her homework already done and out of the way, and how she felt like my help in English would definitely be good for her grade. We must have made a strange sight, the three of us, sitting around the living room floor playing a board game and wearing nothing but shirts and diapers.

     Jennifer insisted we had to watch several shows that were on television in the mornings, since she never got to watch them since we were in school at that time usually. During this time I wet my diaper, but didn't mention it. When lunchtime came, 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!"

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      "After 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. Nevertheless, 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 I was put into the high chair. With me, they put the tray into place over my hands, 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 wet diaper and I wished it to be over so I could be changed. Sarah kept looking down at her diaper and I could tell she felt the same way about it. When they put the bottle to my lips, I drank it down quickly.

      Jennifer then made us help her with the dishes(even though I pointed out to her that real babies do not have to wash dishes.) Then we went back to the nursery, where Jennifer spread a changing pad on the floor. I was first, and ended up doing the same thing as yesterday - being a guinea pig to show how 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 smooth it into his skin, WITHOUT trying to arouse him," as she rubbed it into my privates. She said the last part sternly, drawing a blush from me and a giggle from Sarah.

      Sarah was changed then. After she had a dry diaper on, Jennifer opened the crib and 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 as well!" and she helped Sarah in next to me as I scooted over to make room. She gazed at the two of us for a second after putting the crib side up, and commented, "Yep - definitely a cute couple. Now, don't let me catch you two 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 pad 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.

      "I just didn't want it to go to waste!" she defended herself. She cleaned up with baby wipes, then opened the bag her mother had sent with her with her change of clothes. "Oh for..." she said as she pulled something from the bag.

      "What's wrong?" I asked.

      "LOOK at the 'clean panties' my mother packed for me!" she said, holding them up.

      I looked closely and saw they were a bit different. They looked very thick, especially in the crotch, and...

      I realized what they were just as Sarah blurted out, "Training panties!" and burst into giggles. I saw the forlorn expression on Jennifer's face, but I couldn't help it as I burst into giggles too.

      "Oh, go 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 under her and causing Sarah to look over questioningly.

      "Must be 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 other and closed our eyes.

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       I didn't really believe I would fall asleep, but I did. When I woke up, my diaper was warm, confirming that I had become so 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 myself.

      Sarah was still curled up sleeping in my arms. I could have stayed that way forever, except she was also laying on my leg which was slowly falling asleep. I winced from the numbness and pins and needles feeling that it was giving me as I tried 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'," she said.

      I looked at the clock. "It's in the afternoon," I pointed out.

      "Thank 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 and saw Jennifer on her stomach, covers kicked off, and thick training panties prominently covering her bottom. I don't care if they had to wear diapers or not, any guy in that school would have given just about anything to be in my shoes just then. Too bad I couldn't really tell anyone about it.

      "And so 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 very clumsy kiss, but it was still the best couple seconds of my young life.

      "Hey! I 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, and obviously trying very hard not to laugh at us. "Guess I better let you out of there, before you get into trouble," she teased, walking over and putting the side of the crib down.

      Sarah stuck 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.

      "Eep!" Sarah jumped. There was a lot of padding in that diaper, so I didn't think it 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 room.

      Jennifer 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 threat, just a simple informative statement. I nodded. I had no intention of hurting Sarah.

      The rest of the afternoon was spent in babyish fun. I had recently discovered a new-found fun in things that I had outgrown - or thought I had - long ago, like my old Lite Brite and Lego Blocks. Sarah and Jennifer seemed to be having the same feelings about these things, although later Sarah confessed to me that at that time, she was still playing with her Lite Brite and her dolls and doll house quite regularly. Being the youngest child and the only girl, she did get a little spoiled and babied.

      Jennifer actually went so far as to humor us, to my shock, by using my little pink potty 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 panties until she was ready to go home. She finally did go home, and I wondered what her Mom was planning in the future for her. My sister went back to her bedroom, 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 the front door opened. She could probably tell we had been up to something by the guilty looks on our faces. She came over and checked both our diapers, smiling as she 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.

      My mother knelt down at eye level with Sarah. "What IS weird?" she asked her.

      "Umm...not normal?" Sarah was confused.

      "And what is normal?" my mother went on.

      "Umm..." Sarah didn't have an answer. Helplessly, she shrugged her shoulders.

      "I think, 'normal' for you is liking diapers, at least right now, and I can't see why there would be anything wrong with that," my mother concluded.

      Sarah smiled. "Thanks," she said. "I feel better about it now."

      "No problem," my mother said as she ran her fingers once through Sarah's long 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 hair brushed and put into pigtails. It looked like a lot of fun - I wondered if I could grow my hair long.

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      I awoke slowly, keeping my eyes closed to the morning sunlight that was streaming through my window. I could feel the familiar feeling of dampness in my diaper, and knew I had wet in my sleep again. This made me wonder if I would end up wearing diapers for a lot longer than the intended time, at least at night. All things considered, I would much rather wake up in wet diapers than a wet bed.

      Finally I opened my eyes and looked through the bars of my crib to the cot where Sarah was sleeping. Or rather, where she had slept last night, since now she was 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 which had not been there when I went to sleep. I looked accusingly back at Sarah, who now 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 of it over the bars of the crib and back onto the cot. She picked it up with a smile and cuddled it close, also picking up her pacifier at the same time and popping it in her mouth. It was then I noticed she did not always need to use baby 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, my 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 pacifier 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.

      "I think it just happens naturally, when you get used to going in your diapers," I confessed.

      "Wow," she said again. Then she giggled with a mischievous look. "You'll have to be re-potty trained then, won't you?"

      I nodded. "I think so. At least I hope I will be."

      "If I 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 diapers."

      "You really like them that much?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well - why don't you just ask your parents?" I asked.

      "One, I don't want to wear them to school - no offense," she answered. "Two, my brothers would never let me forget it."

      "Ahh." She was probably right about that. I grinned. "You could ask Stacey. And my Mom."

      "You just 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 find...ummm..."

      "The 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 things, non baby things, that you like to do. It's impractical to be a baby ALL the time. And it's not really all fun either."

      "Yeah," 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. "That 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.

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      It was Stacey, as evidenced by her voice and my Mom talking a minute later. Sarah and I looked at each other, as she mouthed silently, "She's gonna be spanked too!"

      "Probably worse than you," I whispered back. "She's the 'official' babysitter." Sarah's eyes got wide at the thought of a spanking worse than what she had received. She was about to answer back, but stopped as my Mom and Stacey came in the room.

      Stacey had about the same reaction to the nursery as the other girls; entering, and then having to stop a moment and look around to take it all in. Then she looked at Sarah, who had forgotten about her nightie being pulled up and still had her soaked diaper showing, and giggled.

      "I 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 needing 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 Stacey know she was about to be disciplined.

      Stacey had the good sense (either that or she really did feel bad) to look ashamed as my mother listed the crimes she had committed in her care (or lack thereof, as my mother put it) of me. To her credit, she also admitted that Sally had taken good care of me, and Sarah had done better than she had. Sarah blushed - I think at that moment, the last thing she wanted was any more attention being given to her.

      "Do you know what I am going to do to punish you?" my mother asked her.

      Stacey nodded. "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 beside her as she sat on the cot, causing Sarah to quickly move as far to the side of it as she could without falling out. This caused my mother to give her an amused look, and tell her to go ahead and get in the crib with me.

      As Sarah 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 on 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 mood.

      "If I think for one second you are enjoying this too much, as soon as I get you alone, I will make you WISH you were getting off as easy as she is," Sarah whispered back ominously. I doubted she would ever REALLY make good on that 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 looked as cute as Sarah had with her bottom turned up for a spanking like that. Maybe it was my young teenage hormones. Or maybe it was a mixture of all the above, but Stacey's spanking did catch my interest. My mother actually started it on Stacey's panties, then stood Stacey up and pulled her panties down to continue it. She spanked her almost as long (though I don't believe as hard) with her hand as she had Sarah, bringing Stacey to tears before she even picked up the brush. What followed then made me decide I never wanted to deal with a brush like that, as Stacey's bottom was turned more red than her hair. Each swat was punctuated by a squeal from her. Sarah even forgot to be jealous as she looked on with wide eyes.

      Finally it was over, and Stacey just went limp as the paddling stopped, unable to do anything except repeat over and over that she was sorry as she sobbed. My mother kept her over her knees and rubbed her back. I wondered if she hadn't been a little too hard on her. My sister had come to the doorway, and Mom told her to get the Baby Lotion, which she did quickly, and Mom gently rubbed it into Stacey's 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 not be 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 practically passing out watching between the two; Sarah having her diaper removed, and Stacey being led to the crib, her shirt being pulled off over her head, leaving her totally naked since she had kicked her pants and panties off not long into her spanking. Stacey was picked up, and laid in the crib on her stomach by my Mom, who told her she could stay there for a bit and recover. Sarah was cleaned from her soaked diaper, then dressed in training panties similar to Jennifer's yesterday, though in her case they were pink with a waterproof cover and much more toddlerish looking. I was sure there was a slight smile on her face as they were pulled into place over her thighs. My sister teasingly warned her she 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 brought with her. My sister brushed her hair for her, then my Mom and sister left to 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 sounds were the crinkling of the diapers, and the occasional sniffle from the crib. Then, Stacey spoke.

      "I really 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 to you."

      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 to make me crawl like a "real baby".

      "Ahh...I 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??"

      "Jeez, 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 Sarah. "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 the hall. Had she heard what we said? How could she have missed...it looked like the cat was out of the bag now.

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       "Oh is THAT all?" Sarah said, shrugging. "So what?" She and Stacey went on talking about the implications of this, neither of them having noticed my mother going by.

      "Well, ARE you?" Sarah asked me, giving me a light smack on the diaper to get my attention back.

      "Huh?" I jumped.

      "Are you going to keep wearing diapers after your punishment is over?" Sarah asked, rolling her eyes.

      "Umm - I dunno. I may HAVE to," I said, thinking about my recent "accidents".

      "Oh, I'm sure Sally would LOVE to re-potty train you," Stacey teased. "And take care of all your little accidents..."

      "Stacey..." Sarah warned. "Don't you EVER learn?"

      "Sorry. Old habits die hard." Stacey blushed.

      "Yeah well, while I am the babysitter you better not tease him too much, or I'll just give you another spanking."

      Stacey's eyes got wide. "You're playing favorites," she pouted.

      "Nuh-uh," Sarah said to her. "Don't make me choose between my best friend and my bo..." She stopped as Stacey looked at her.

      "Your what?"

      "Umm...my..." Now she had my full attention as well. Finally she shrugged. "My boyfriend," she finished.

      Stacey 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 sleeps in 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!"

      After another minute, during which Sarah was in my closet picking out clothes for me - girl clothes, I noticed a bit unhappily - Stacey shifted uncomfortably in the crib. "Umm - Sarah?"

      "What?" Sarah was all the way in the closet now, but poked her head out.

      "I don't 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 diaper on me."

      Sarah giggled as she came out of the closet and picked up a diaper and baby powder from the 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 should 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, taking her time in doing so in full view of Stacey. She grabbed Stacey's ankles and lifted her bottom off the crib mattress, slipped the diaper under her, and sprinkled a bit of baby powder before letting her back down on the diaper, doing so gently so she didn't cause her too much pain. Later, she told me she did it that way because she really didn't want Stacey to subconsciously associate diapering to pain, just in case she may turn out to like it as well. She then sprinkled more baby powder and rubbed it gently into Stacey's skin, causing a blush from both of them. She finished then, pulling it tight and taping it with the tapes.

      After she was done, Sarah and I both just kind of stared at Stacey. "What?" she asked.

      "I assume the way you asked for a diaper means you have to go," Sarah told her. "So what are you waiting for?"

      "Well, it's not exactly easy with both of you staring at me!" she exclaimed.

      "Oh fine - 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 was still watching her out of the corner or my eye, and I had a feeling Sarah had a good "voyeur view" from inside the closet.

      Stacey got a look of intense concentration on her face and stayed that way for at least a minute. "I can't do it!" she finally said. "And I really have to go bad too..."

      "The fact 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 she had a basin of water, which she took Stacey's hand and rested it in.

      "It's warm," Stacey commented. "I thought this only worked if you were asleep."

      "The 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.

      Suddenly, 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 rather large wetting.

      "See? You CAN go while we are watching you," Sarah teased her.

      "Wonderful," Stacey answered sarcastically. "Will you please change me now?"

      "Change what?" Sarah prompted.

      "Change my diaper," Stacey elaborated with a huge sigh.

      "After I get him dressed. Babies don't always get changed right away, and we haven't always changed him right away. I want you to get used to the feel of a wet 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 the Pooh on it.

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      Stacey took her day as a baby very well. She complained a little about how long it took Sarah to change her diapers (she needed changed SIX times), and she certainly didn't like having to eat baby food, but she took very well to drinking from a 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 right way, she would cringe a little and then fidget the whole time she was sitting. "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 were leaving our care completely to Sarah), and Mom told her she was supposed to still feel that spanking for a few days.

      During the afternoon, Sarah suggested a Tea Party, getting Stacey and I dressed up in very fancy dresses for it. It seemed strange to have a tea party with bibs and baby bottles, but it was fun anyway. Even Sarah wore a bib, giving rise to suspicion from Stacey. "Why are YOU wearing one?"

      "I just 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 it even had matching panties to wear under it, which fit over Sarah's plastic covered training panties in a most cute fashion.

      "Do you think you could have found one any more revealing?" Stacey asked, rolling 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 than Sarah's. I decided not to tell Stacey that it still showed her diapers anyway.

      I was quite satisfied in a light powder blue dress. It came to about three inches above my knee - short enough to be cute, but long enough to cover everything. It somewhat reminded me of something Cindy Brady might wear if she needed a fancy dress for something. It had lace trimming on the sleeves, bodice, and hem, and a darker blue wide sash that was tied into a big bow in the back. Stacey had to choke back her giggles when Sarah put it on me; what was a little concerning was that I was not all that bothered anymore to wear such outfits.

      It appeared that even with the severe paddling she got and the complete baby treatment - right down to being given a bath that night by Sarah in front of me - Stacey was not going to change very much. Sure she knew she was diapered and being 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 conclusion that she should not tease me. Even though she was in the same boat I was in, she continued her teasing, just not really thinking about it. As Sarah said one time before, Stacey is...Stacey.

      So what did that mean? Was I going to continue to be treated poorly by her? I didn't think so, since she had realized that her humiliation of me had gone too far before, and had apologized for it even before she got spanked. She would continue to tease me, but probably not as bad as before. And besides, now that I had Sarah and Sally to protect me, and they WOULD tell on Stacey if she got really bad again, I figured I was reasonably safe.

      Sarah got diapered again before bed that night, which surprised me. I knew Jennifer didn't have to wear diapers again, but then she had not stayed a second night. So I really wasn't sure whether Mom put Sarah in the diaper by her own decision 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 feelings about it, because she said on one hand it did pad her sore bottom (she slept on her stomach, which may be why Mom thought she would need that extra thick diaper - or she may have just been making Stacey feel as babyish as possible). But on 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 two girls slept in the cot. Mom told us that Sally's training would be a little different than the other girls since there was just the one day to do it in, and she really wanted to see how Sally did on babysitting me - by herself. I thought that was going to be really strange feeling to me, having a nine-year-old 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 turned on in the nursery for the three babies.

Chapter 47

      Things were very interesting that Sunday. As soon as Sally got there, early in the morning, we were wakened by my Mom and sister and told that we would all be going to church together. Sally and I would be going as babies, and Stacey and Sarah as our babysitters. Apparently by now it had all been explained to Sally, as she stood in the nursery looking toward the floor and blushing. She was already cutely dressed in a green jumper and pink blouse, though I had a feeling what 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, while Sally let down the side of the crib and hopped up into it to sit beside me and wait. We watched as the other two were taken care of.

      "Now 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 maybe you should wear a diaper?" I realized Mom was giving Sarah a chance to wear diapers without having to actually ask for them.

      "I think 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 just rolled her eyes. I'm not sure if it ever occurred to Sarah that if she was wearing diapers she would be expected to just use them. I also thought having one of the babysitters in diapers was a little odd, but then, since it was Stacey's turn she would be doing most of the babysitting anyway. Until Sally took over later in the day.

      "And Stacey..." my mother began. "You girls have probably noticed by now that all your parents have decided that after your day in diapers you have to spend at least one day in training panties. I don't know how long - may be a day, may be a year, but each of you goes to training panties after diapers, just like a real toddler. Jennifer's were just thick cloth; Sarah's were a little more embarrassing with the waterproof cover. But Stacey, YOUR'S are 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 let you 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 and numbers all over them.

      "It isn't 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."

      "It's 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.

      Sally had brought with her three of Stacey's childish dresses that had been made by for her by her Aunt. These were the outfits Stacey, Sarah, and I were to be dressed in for church. Sarah had white tights pulled on over her diaper, and then was dressed in the yellow dress. Stacey was also put in tights, and the blue dress. 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 what would be done with the remaining diapers. Maybe her parents would keep them as a deterrent to her from getting into trouble.

      "Now," 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 their 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 across her lap, and I remembered that I had resolved to let my mother know Sally had not been mean to me.

      "Wait!" I said, as she pulled Sally's jumper up in the back, revealing her pink cotton 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.

      "I thought you said she spanked you!" my mother said.

      "Oh. Well - er - she did. But I deserved it." I blushed as I recounted the story of throwing the baby food and hitting Sally in the face with it (See Chapter 7).

      "The only 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 question. My mother handed Sally over to Trisha, telling her to diaper her, then turned to me. "What is the rule in this house about what happens if you get spanked somewhere other than home?"

      I knew what the rule was. It was why I was so careful not to let my mother find out about any spankings I got away from home. I gulped as I answered, "You get it doubled at home?"

      "That's right," my mother said. "Sally, how many swats did you give him?"

      "I think 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 one.

      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.

      Sally, not about to be outdone by her sister, said, "Yes, but I left his diaper up."

      "But four 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 ammo.

      My mother 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 you want it to your thighs or to your bare bottom."

      That didn't sound like such a good choice of options to me. I figured I had a little more meat in my bottom though, so I chose that. My mother removed my diaper while I lay on my back, and took the nightie off as well, and cleaned me up, since I had been wearing a messy diaper. Sarah had backed quietly into a corner to watch, and Stacey had taken a seat on the cot, as though this were a front row attraction for her. After I had seen them get their butts blistered, there was 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 naughty baby and throwing food at my babysitters, punctuating her words every few seconds with a swat from the wooden spoon. I fought hard, not willing to cry in front of the girls. Ten swats wasn’t too hard to endure, and my mother didn’t 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 purple 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 noisily her diaper crinkled under her jumper, and was secretly relieved that I didn’t have to wear Pampers (this was before the cloth covers). My mother grabbed a few packages of Pop Tarts for us to eat on the way, and hurried us out the door. I had a feeling we were going to be a bit late – which meant we would draw even more attention while entering.

Chapter 48

      There was some jostling around in the car as we all tried to figure out how to fit. My mom and sister had the front seats, and the rest of us had to get into the back. None of us were very big, so it wasn’t an impossible task. I ended up in the middle, between Stacey and Sarah, and Sally sat in Stacey’s lap. This caused the entire backseat to appear as though it was full of ruffles and lace, because of the full skirts on our dresses.

       Once at church, I saw I was correct about being late, as people turned to stare as we came in the door. Seeing me in dresses was not as big a deal, since they had already seen me dressed that way last week, but seeing the three “other little girls” was a change for them. I could see many of them staring at Stacey, Sarah, and Sally in turn, as though 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 building 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 no one got stuck back there all the time (except for the babies). This week Pam was there, with her daughter Shona helping. Shona was a couple years older than me, and just rolled her eyes (as teenagers do about almost anything at that age) when we came in. I was happy, and I’m sure the girls were as well, that Shona went to a different school than we did.

      Pam’s reaction was much different. “Oh GOOD!” she said upon seeing me. “I was hoping you would be back again this week! And you brought some friends with you this time.” Sarah and Stacey looked at each other with huge eyes, trying to decipher what was WITH this odd person, but I was used to her. (True story here…) Once when I was seven, Pam decided that I was way too small to be that age, and I must be the right age to be in her Bible Class. It was preschoolers – they were all 3 and 4! It was two age levels down from where I was supposed to be. Almost the same thing happened with her sister, Stephanie, when I was in fifth grade and she was teaching that class and was sure I was supposed to be in the second grade class. Luckily I had been in that class for awhile, and the rest of them assured her that, yes, I really was in fifth grade. Stupid adults.

      My mother explained to her that me, Sarah, and Sally were diapered, and that Stacey was in Training Panties, as she set the very full diaper bag down on the floor. “Well, honey, the little training potty is right here, so you just tell Aunty Pam when you have to go potty, and we’ll get you right on it,” she said to Stacey in an extremely syrupy voice, causing a bright blush from Stacey and giggles from the rest of us.

      We didn’t get away without embarrassment either though. “You might want to keep a close eye on these two,” my mother went on, pointing to me and Sarah, and bringing blushes from us as well.

      Shona decided to have some fun at that. “Ahh – two childhood sweethearts,” she said, using her mother’s syrupy voice, and pinching our cheeks with a wicked smile. Oh lord, I would never live this down.

      Shona dragged out two playpens and ordered me and Sally into one of them, then Sarah and Stacey into the other. Sarah got in easily enough, but Stacey was in NO mood to be bossed around by a fifteen year old girl. “I will NOT!” she said, drawing herself up to her full 4’8”, and staring (up) into Shona’s eyes defiantly.

      “Stacey!” Pam said. “You be nice, and do what Miss Shona says.”

      Stacey looked ready to fight more, but Sarah whispered to her, “Remember the hairbrush!” Shona smiled triumphantly as Stacey took a seat in the playpen, while she still could sit. She was not done humiliating Stacey however. Later, Pam left for a few minutes, leaving Shona in charge, and Shona decided Stacey looked sleepy and was cranky and needed a nap in the crib.

      Sarah decided she was going to get back at Shona. “Ohh Shonaaaa…” she said sweetly. “I need my diaper changed.”

      “You actually WANT her to change your diaper?” I asked, shocked. I had already decided that no matter what, I was going to wait until AFTER church to wet my diaper.

      “She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who will be happy about changing a messy diaper,” Sarah said, smiling. She was right too, Shona almost gagged as she pulled the 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 even both able to keep our diapers dry until we left. We both ended up wetting on the way home, and Stacey changed our diapers when we got home. Sarah went home as soon as we got back from church, and Stacey then left at around , when Mom said her time was up, and that 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 my high chair and spoon fed me my dinner, something neither Sarah nor Stacey had done. She even remembered to put my bib on me without being reminded, and to give me drinks from my bottle as she fed me. She had to change my diaper twice, 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 the slightest sign of redness.

      In the evening, she asked if she could give me a bath, and Mom let her, having been impressed all day by her skills. This she also did a very good job on, under Mom’s watchful eye, and after she got me diapered and in my pajamas for the night, she sat down on the couch and cuddled me in her lap as she fed me a night time bottle. This all had its desired effect; as she led me back to my crib I was very sleepy. I crawled into it, and she pushed the pacifier she had given me into my mouth, put the side up, and flipped out the light. Unlike Stacey and Sarah, she did not have to stay the night, and my Mom drove her back home. I didn’t even hear the car leave.

Chapter 49

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. It was my intent from the very beginning to give a detailed account of the first couple weeks of the punishment, and then skip to the end of the year. I did hold back a little in the last couple of chapters in order to make this exactly 50 chapters though. Whereas there may have been a little more detail and time given to the ordeal with Shona, Sally’s babysitting, or Stacey’s day as a baby, those were curtailed just slightly so that it would be possible to finish out at Chapter 50.

      The next thing I was aware of was being wakened by my Mom. It was morning, time for getting up and going back to school for another week. But today I felt more ready for it. My work had been done and caught up for several days; I had some new friends; I just had a really good night’s sleep, the first in a while (even though my diaper was wet); I had a really good, fun weekend; and for once, I knew the answers to the questions the teachers were asking in class. Plus, every new day was one day closer to the dance. Oh yeah – and summer, when I could get out of diapers - of course.

      So I was a little happier as my Mom got me cleaned up and into a new diaper, and as she got me dressed and my sister brushed my teeth and my hair and washed my face. 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 when I got to the bus, Sarah and Stacey were there, saving my seat as usual. Our ride was so different than just a couple weeks ago, when I was in dread of both of them, and they were having fun humiliating me.

      Also, both were still in training panties. Both girls even crinkled a bit as they walked, since Sarah’s had the waterproof cover and Stacey was in Pull-Ups. It wasn’t 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 scheduled to have to go to the school nurse three times a day to “potty”. Sarah was less embarrassed, as she told us about the fact that her parents had bought her 8 pairs of different training panties, some with lace, and some with “the cutest prints!”

      “Gee, Sarah, 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 now 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!” Leroy, looking exuberant as ever, jogged up to me as Sarah and I stood at my locker. “Hey, ask me about my date!” Leroy never waited for anyone to ask him anything, or if he did, he reminded you to ask him. He was afraid no one would ever ask him anything otherwise.

      “Hey, Leroy. How was your date with ?” I appeased him.

      “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 took her out anyway. She was okay… For another thing, I really didn’t need him talking about my past dates in front of Sarah, great or not. “Leroy…” I said, motioning with my eyes toward Sarah, and hoping he would get the point.

      Leroy NEVER gets the point. “Well, you didn’t tell me she…” he began.

      “Leroy!” He looked at me and his eyes came back into focus. “You didn’t say good morning to Sarah.”

      “Huh?” He looked from me to Sarah, and back again, then grinned sheepishly. “Oh yeah. Hi Sarah.” Sarah looked like she wanted to be just about anywhere but there. “Hey, you two are going to the dance together, aren’t you?” he asked. We both nodded. “Well, you should. You’re just like – right for each other,” he said. “I want to take now, but I already told Genelle I would go with her.”

      “Genelle FOREMAN asked you to the dance?” Sarah blurted out. She looked at me and I shrugged.

      “Yeah…” Leroy was so absorbed in self-pity, he didn’t even note Sarah’s incredulous tone. “I 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 started laughing. I knew she didn’t really want to hurt his feelings, but it was sort of funny. “Look, Leroy, we gotta get to…uhhh…”

      “Class!” Sarah supplied for me.

      “Yeah,” I said. “Class.”

      “Class?   Yeah – okay see you later.” Leroy trotted off.

      “He didn’t even notice we’ve got fifteen minutes left,” I said, feeling a bit sorry for him. Leroy, while seeming to be clueless about most things, was very aware of time. He was famous for getting his butt in his chair at the second the bell rang.

      “I think he did.” Sarah touched my arm and pointed down the hall where he was standing and talking to – .

      “Ahh.” I nodded.

      “Why does he call you ‘slickster’?” she asked.

      “Oh. That’s because…ummmmmm…because…” I realized he never did explain that. “Umm…I really have no idea,” I finally said.

      She rolled her eyes. “Well, don’t expect ME to call you that. The only nickname you might get from me is…” she leaned in close and quietly said, “Baby Valerie.” She giggled and jumped back as I gave her what I thought might be a threatening look, but only made her giggle more. “What’s wrong, don’tcha like that name?” I tried to grab her but she easily spun away. “Okay, I’ll only call you that when we’re 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!”

      “Gah!” I 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 – you should be careful. You keep doing that.”

      I decided not to kill her, since I needed her at the moment. “Yeah – hey – could I possibly get another favor from you?”

      She gave me a “You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” look. “What do you need NOW? Did you change your mind about Sarah?”

      “No,” I said. “I more or less wondered if you could undo the last favor.”

      “You want Genelle to dump Leroy for the dance??” Jennifer looked surprised. “I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to, but why do you want to do that to your friend? Are you becoming cruel and heartless like me?” I explained Leroy’s dilemma to her, and then asked her to see if Genelle would do it nicely. “Oh, fine. I guess,” she said. “Hey…” she looked up and down the hall to make sure no one was looking, then flipped her skirt up quickly and flashed her panties at me. “Look, no training panties! Guess I’m a big girl now.” She laughed at the shocked look on my face. “Mom only made me wear them for the weekend. And I won’t have to work at that place in the mall after all – I’m too young,” she finished.

      “Too bad, you’re the perfect candidate for it, Brat,” I teased.

      “Oh, YOU’RE one to talk,” she shot back. Well, she had me there. “Gotta Go Bye,” she said, and took off down the hallway. I shook my head to try to clear it as I shut my locker door. I had no idea how I was going to survive the rest of this school year and keep my sanity, but it sure was going to be interesting!

Chapter 50

      I looked at my suit hanging from the closet door knob as my mother fastened a thick diaper on me. “I could use one of the thinner diapers, but then I’d have to give Sarah an extra diaper so she could change you, and I’m sure you don’t want her changing you at the school. And if she didn’t change you, you’d just leak, which I’m sure would be equally embarrassing AND ruin the suit,” she said. For my part, I wondered why we were having a formal dance anyway. No one seemed that enthused about dressing all up. Well, some of the girls did. At least Mom helped me find a suit with a pair of pants that were cut a bit larger to accommodate the diapers.

      I had seen my grades already, and I had brought up the grades that were bad. I didn’t have anything lower than a C. Consequently, Mom kept her side of the bargain and allowed me to go to the dance, plus told me my grounding was over. She had asked me if I wanted to go to the dance without diapers, but I had promised Sarah I would wear diapers to the dance. There was another reason I wore them though, the reason I gave to my mother. If I didn’t wear diapers, I might actually have an accident.

      After my mother diapered me, she allowed me to dress myself in my suit, and comb my hair and brush my teeth. It was the first time I had done these things for myself in 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 started, sitting down on the cot, causing it to crinkle loudly, “And your attitude has really improved too. Putting you back in diapers and making you be a baby has really seemed to be just what you needed. But I want to ask you something about it. A few weeks ago, when Stacey came for the day of training here, I overheard 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 HAD heard. What should I say; should I lie and tell her Stacey had it all wrong? I 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…

      “Stacey said you liked being treated like a baby,” my mother went on. “And when she asked you if it was true, you said it was.” Damn. There went that idea. “My first thought was to stop right then and come up with something else, since this was supposed to be a punishment, not something you would like,” she said. “But then I realized, it was having the desired effect anyway. Your work was getting done, your demeanor was definitely improved, and you had good friends from all this. But now that it is all over, I wonder a couple things. Will you slip back into your old habits? Will you forget everything you have learned from this? 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 you want me to potty train you all over, and then we never do this again, or do you 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 have to do it ALL the time. I want to be able to go out and ride my bike and go places again. I don’t like being forced to be in a playpen and take afternoon naps, and go to bed early. Spankings are embarrassing, but I can live with them as punishment. I don’t want to dress up in frilly dresses and stuff though.”

      “Would you do it sometimes?” she asked.

      “Well…”

      “I bet you would if I got Sarah to ask you,” she teased. I blushed, but also grinned. “So what you are telling me,” she said, “Is that you want to wear diapers, be babied only sometimes, and keep your nursery, but be grown up in other ways, 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, if I 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. Is that clear?” she asked. I nodded. “Good.”

      “Thank you,” I said as she was leaving the bedroom.

      “You’re welcome – Baby Valerie,” she teased. “Sarah said you liked that too, by the way.”

      “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; but we were kids, what did we know? Looking around at the couples – who could have guessed some of them a mere couple of months ago? Roger and Stacey were there, and Stacey even danced with me a couple dances. Polly wanted a Thacker, and she got one…Tim Thacker was her date. Genelle was there with…Richard Andrews?? Who would have guessed THAT one? Jennifer was there with some guy I never saw before. Some of the kids said he was a high schooler. Yes – Leroy was there with .  And, Sarah was there with me, and all was wonderful with the world. And if you think I was the only diapered teenager at the dance, well, you just didn’t get close enough to Sarah to hear her diapers crinkle under her skirt, or to Stacey to know she was still in those Pull-Ups. Maybe you just aren’t as lucky as me.                              –The End

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:

http://sparklestories.lefora.com/2010/07/04/little-mall-tykes-daycare-companion-to-the-babysit/#post0

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.

please make a sequal one day

There is a sequal http://sparklestories.lefora.com/2010/07/04/little-mall-tykes-daycare-companion-to-the-babysit/#post0

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 

"Both of those" - I mentioned 5.  Which two are you talking about?   lol