The summer I was 14 I began having problems wetting my
bed. I made the choice myself to wear diapers for
it, but deep down, I knew I WANTED to wear them.
My mother decided after awhile to try and help me stop
wetting the bed
She would come in in the morning and check my diaper, and
if I was wet, she would make me follow her to
the living room where I would be spanked in front of my
sister. The spanking worked, and my bedwetting
was curbed. After about a week of dry nights in a row, my
mother said if I had one more dry night, I could
stop wearing diapers.
I tossed and turned that night. I knew this was the point
of decision. Either I stop wetting and give up
diapers now, or I continue to endure spankings so that I
could keep wearing and wetting diapers. At 4 AM
the decision was finally made as I emptied my bladder
completely into my diaper.
My mother was surprised the next morning when she found me
wet, but I was in for a surprise when she said
she would not spank me. "It doesn't seem to be doing any
good," she said. "Maybe the best thing to do is let
you go back to babyhood and grow out of it again
altogether."
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant til she got another
diaper from my closet, the baby wipes, and baby
powder, and just changed my wet diaper for me.
"From now on, the potty is off limits even during the day
for you." She told me. "Maybe after a couple
weeks of that you'll get sick of diapers and want to use
the potty then, but until then, you are going back to
diapers...permamently."
She sent me out to the living room in just my diaper. "Why
are you still in your diaper?' my sister asked.
"M-Mom says I have to wear them all day now," I stammered
out.
She laughed. "You wet again last night, huh?"
I nodded. "Well...there are going to be a few more
surprises for you then," she said, laughing again.
I found out what she meant as my mother came into the
dining room and began setting up something by the
table. A HIGH CHAIR! They wanted me to eat my breakfast in
a high chair. Without arguing, I crawled
into it when my mother told me to. Next thing I knew,
there was a bib tied around my neck, a bowl of baby
cereal in front of me, and a baby bottle of orange juice.
I was spoon fed my breakfast and given the baby bottle as
well. Later I got an even bigger embarrassment as
my mother dressed me. "Uh oh, your pants won't fit over
the diaper," she told me.
"What am I going to wear then," I cried.
She thought for a minute and then went to my sister's
room. She came back with a little yellow dress.
"I'm not wearing THAT!" I cried. "That's for GIRLS!"
"Well, we are going out," my mother warned,. "So, you can
either wear this and hope everyone assumes you
are a little girl...I think you can pass...or you can just
wear your diaper without any covering. So which will
it be?"
Now I was extremely embarassed since I actually was
CHOOSING to wear a dress.
She put the dress on me and found shoes, and fussed with
my hair a bit. When I looked in the mirror after
she finished, I was quite surprised to see what actually
DID look like a pre teen girl looking back at me. My
mouth dropped open, and so did the girl in the mirror's,
forming a small pink "O".
My mother and sister laughed at my reaction.
We went out to eat, looking no different than any other
mother with her two daughters. While out, I wet my
diaper. My mother asked if I was wet, and I told her I
was. She had brought along a diaper bag, and she
took me in the Ladies' Room to change me.
There were two girls in there while she changed me. I
could hear them although they were trying to be quiet.
They looked about my age or maybe just a little older.
"Is that girl getting a DIAPER CHANGE?" the one with red
hair asked the blonde. The blonde just giggled
in response, and they moved to try and get a closer look.
I was so embarrassed laying there with my dress pulled up,
and my diaper...my WET diaper...about to be
removed. The girls were still watching as my mother pulled
the diaper off. Both of them had looks of wide
eyed astonishment now!
The blonde girl said, "Nene, am I seeing what I THINK I'm
seeing?"
"It's not even a GIRL!" The one namede Nene laughed out.
"It's just a little sissy baby boy!" They both
laughed, then Nene said, "Felicia. maybe she'll let you
BABYSIT!"
Nene went on laughing, but Felicia had stopped and had a
thoughtful look on her face. She walked right up
to my mother and introduced her self...I was so shocked I
didn't even hear her last name or anything else she
said, except that she was available to babysit if my
mother wanted her to.
I stared openmouthed as my mother got her name and phone
number written down. "I have experience
with..bigger..babies," Felicia was saying. "My sister,
Sakura, is 11 and she still wears diapers."
Felicia and Nene finally left, Nene still giggling. As
they left, Felicia cast a backwards glance over her
shoulder and definitely winked at me. I wasn't sure how to
take it.
As they went out the door, Nene was saying, "Hey, if she
calls you to babysit, can I go to?"
My mother finished changing my diaper and we went back
out, my face about as red as Nene's hair had
been. My sister laughed and laughed when my mother told
her about it. I listened when my mother told it
and got the detail I had missed...Felicia was 15..just a
year older than I.
After we got home, I found out with dismay that I would no
longer be sleeping in my bed, but in a crib, and
to add to it, my cousin Misty was coming to visit next
week.
"I guess we won't need Felicia after all," my mother said.
"I'm sure your cousin will be more than happy to
babysit you while your sister and I are working next
week."
Misty was 13, a year younger than me, and now she would be
babysitting me? I was very embarrassed.
That night I found out about another not very nice thing I
was going to have to deal with. I awoke with a
strong urge to poop. I tried to hold it for a bit then
finally realized that it wasn't going to do any good..you
can't fight nature. I tried to do it while laying down,
but it didn't work. Finally I got on my feet in the crib
and squatted. I felt the warm moosh spreading out and
filling my diaper. The worst part was when I had to
lay back down in the messy diaper and wear it until
morning.
My mother smiled when she came in to change me. "Well
well...smells like someone finally gave in to using
his...or is it her...diapers. Good thing too, because I
was about to give you something to make you go if you
hadn't by now." I blushed.
Things went pretty much like this the whole week. My
mother let me act like a normal kid if we were out,
except I had to be dressed like a girl, and when we were
home I was dressed and treated like a baby
all the time.
My cousin arrived Saturday night. After the intial
welcomings and hugs and such, my mother told Misty
about my new status as we drove home from the bus station.
Misty had gotten a big surprise already when
she stepped off the bus and I was standing there dressed
as a girl
She had initially looked shocked, but recovered quickly,
and thankfully didn't even mention it until we left
the bus station.
After my mother explained everything to her, she had one
thing to add. "If he's going to be a she in public,
you should call him ...her... (And at that she giggled) a
different name. Like maybe Vickie."
My mother loved the idea and the new name, so it looked
like that was what I would be called whenever we
went out from then on.
Misty, of course, WAS more than happy to babysit me. It
was a bit awkward for both of us the first time she
changed my diaper though.
She came in to get me up Monday morning, and of course I
was wet. She had helped my mother give me a
bath the night before, but this was different since we
were all alone.
She put down the side of my crib and checked me, and
decided to change me while I was still in the crib.
"Aww...is my little baby cousin all wet?" she cooed.
"Don't you worry about a thing...Misty will make all
better...lets get this wet diaper off you."
She untaped the diaper and pulled it out from under me,
and of course it stuck. "Hmm...I've changed a lot
of babies, but you are a bit bigger," she mused. I put my
feet down and started to lift up for her, but she
stopped me. "Nonono," she said. "Let me do everything. You
just lay there and be a sweet little baby."
She put her arm under my knees and pushed me so that my
legs were bending back over my head, and this
rolled my backside up. She slid the wet diaper out, then
held me in that position until she got some
baby wipes and cleaned me very well. She let me down and
cleaned the front, both of us blushing as I got a
little aroused. Then she rolled me back up, slid a dry
diaper under me, and powdered my bottom. She let me
down gently on the diaper, powdered me in front, and then
pulled the diaper up firmly into my crotch. Lastly
she pulled the tapes from the back, and taped the diaper
up like an expert. "That part's no different than
doing a baby," she explained to no one in particular.
She smiled then, and after the first awkward moment, we
were fine.
I really didn't even mind that she was babysitting me,
because she never made me get in the playpen like my
sister would, and she would play games with me and talk
with me just like normal. The only
starnge parts were when she would feed me, check or change
my diaper, and about an hour in the afternoon
she would make me take a nap.
On Thursday, I got a big surprise. Misty got ready for bed
as usual, but when she came out I was SURE i
could hear a crinkle noise
under her night shirt. She might have thought she could
hide it, and had she been more experienced she
probably could have gotten away with it, but as it was, my
mother heard it too.
She made Misty stand up, and lifted her nightshirt to
reveal the diapers. Misty burst into tears at being
caught, but my mother did not seem very surprised. She
simply scolded, "Young Lady, we do not sneak
around and cover our diapers in this house. If you are
going to
wear diapers, you'll be treated the same as other babies
here."
Misty nodded, sniffling, and my mother took her back to
the bedroom and she came out wearing a halter top
so that her diaper was completely exposed.
That night she slept in the crib with me. I awoke around 6
AM to feel the whole crib shaking. Misty was
jerking around.
"What are you DOING?" I asked her.
"I have to go to the bathroom, and I can't get out of the
crib," she told me. I rolled my eyes.
"Silly, what do you think THIS is for?" I patted her
diaper.
Her eyes widened. "Actually USE it?" she squeaked. "I
didn't want to actually USE it.."
"Well now you've got no choice," I said. She considered
that for a minute then finally stopped shaking. I
heard a fizzing sound and realized she really had to go.
She looked relieved, and I was just happy her diaper
didn't leak.
The next morning my mother came in and woke us up. "Well,
since Misty can no longer babysit, obviously, I
had to get someone come to babysit you," my mother said. I
looked at the door just in time to see Felicia,
the girl from the Restaraunt Ladies' Room walk in.
