The Magic Rattle

	My foster parents were really not horrible. They just wanted to 
get me out of diapers. My name is Joey and this story begins when I was 
six years old. My real parents had let me wear diapers and play with 
baby toys. They even let me sleep in a crib. They were both killed when 
a drunk driver hit their car. I was taken to an orphanage where it was 
hoped that I would be adopted. However, prospective parents were put 
off by the fact that I wore diapers. That is when the Olson's agreed to 
take me on for a year as a foster child.
	"From now on it is no more diapers for you, young man. You are 
not handicapped and it is way past time that you were potty trained."
	They made me sit on the toilet for an hour every day after 
breakfast and they made me stand in front of the toilet and try to pee 
every hour. I was allowed no liquids at all after dinner. The first day 
I accidentally wet my pants.
	"Accidents will happen, but you have to accept the consequences," 
Mrs. Olson said. She went and got a wooden paddle and took me up to my 
room. She gave me twenty hard strokes with the paddle on my bottom and 
I was crying and really sore afterward. This happened every time I peed 
or pooped in my pants. I did start using the toilet more, but I still 
forgot occasionally and got a paddling for it. They also took away all 
my Fisher Price toys that my parents had given to me.
	"You can have them back when you leave here, but, for now, you 
are going to play with big boy stuff. There is a basketball and a hoop 
out in the back yard and you can play with that," Mr. Olson said.
	In the fall, I started Kindergarten. The first day, I forgot and 
wet my pants. Mrs. Olson had given permission for the principal to 
paddle me, which he did. Then I went to the nurse who gave me some dry 
clothes that Mrs. Olson had provided. Needless to say, this was not a 
very happy time in my life.
	One day, on my way home from school, I saw a baby rattle. It was 
blue and had a head like a rabbit, just like one my parents had given 
me which had been lost. I picked it up and gave it a shake. It rattled 
and said, "Hiya," just like the lost one. Then suddenly, everything 
began to swirl around me. When it stopped I was lying in a blue room. I 
realized that I was lying in a crib. I tried to say, "What's 
happening?" but all that came out was, "Gaah." I tried to sit up but I 
couldn't. I looked at myself and realized that I was a small baby. From 
the wet feeling between my legs, I could tell that I was wearing a wet 
diaper.
	A friendly looking lady appeared and said, "Hi, Joey. Glad you 
could make it! Are you hungry?"
	I tried to ask," Where am I?" but it came out, "Waahgoo."
	"This is Magic Rattle Land," she said. "My name is Daisy. You can 
come as often as you like and stay for a day. When you return to you 
other land, no time will have passed there. Now, are you hungry."
	"Baah," I said, meaning I was.
	Daisy picked me up and put me on her lap. Then she gave me a 
bottle of baby formula. I sucked on the bottle hungrily. After I had 
finished the bottle, Daisy held me up and burped me. Then I felt a 
pressure in my bowels, and before I knew it I had loaded my diaper. I 
hoped that Daisy didn't have a paddle!
	"Ooh! Did Joey make nice poopee in his diaper? Let's give you a 
nice fresh one. Then Daisy unsnapped my sleeper. I was wearing cloth 
diapers and baby pants just like the ones my parents had used on me. 
Daisy unsnapped the baby pants and un-pinned my diaper. My little Joey 
made a nice big mess for me! Then she dipped some diapers in warm water 
and used them to clean me. My little penis got erect as she moved the 
cloth over it and my balls. Then she rubbed baby oil on me and powdered 
me. It felt so good! Then she took two clean white diapers and pinned 
them on me, and snapped a fresh pair of baby pants over them. Then she 
lifted me back into the crib.
	"Have a nice nap, Joey," Daisy said.
	I put my thumb in my mouth and fell asleep almost immediately. 
When I woke up I looked around and I saw Daisy with another baby on her 
lap.
	"Gubaba!" I said.
	"Well, Joey! Did you have a nice nap? This is Tommy. He comes 
here the same way you do, and he is the same age as you are in real 
world. When you both get a little bigger, you will be able to play 
together. You do grow here, you know. You will grow a day for each day 
that you are here, but you will always get to wear diapers. There is no 
potty training in Magic Rattle Land."
	After several diaper changes, meals and naps, Daisy said,
	"It is time for you to go back now, boys. Remember to hold on to 
your rattles. You can come back tomorrow. Now off you go!"
	She shook a rattle of her own and everything started swirling 
again. Then I was back on the sidewalk where I had been when I found 
the rattle. I put the rattle in my pocket and walked the rest of the 
way to the Olson house. I knew that I had to find a good hiding place 
for my rattle or the Olson's would take it away like they had my other 
baby toys. My backpack had a cardboard piece in the bottom. I worked it 
out of there wrapped the rattle in an undershirt. Then I put the rattle 
and undershirt in the bottom of the backpack and put the cardboard over 
them. You could hardly tell anything was in there. Then I realized that 
I had wet my pants! After wearing a diaper all day, I just forgot 
again! I took off my wet pants and put on a dry pair. Then I snuck into 
the laundry room to put my wet ones in the bottom of the hamper. Just 
then Mrs. Olson walked in and saw what I was doing. "Go to your room, 
young man! You will get extra strokes for trying to hide what you did!"
	She gave me twenty-five strokes. If she knew how I had spent the 
day, it probably would have been a hundred! Naturally I went back to 
Magic Rattle Land every day. That was the only thing that made life 
bearable. The rest of the time I was at school or at the Olson house. I 
still kept having accidents and getting paddled. The kids in school 
made fun of me. The worst were a group of three bullies who called me 
"Poopy Pants." One day while I was on my way to school, they cornered 
me. One of them, whose name was Butch, grabbed my backpack and asked, 
"Do you have some didies in your pack, Poopy Pants?"
	He then unzipped my pack and emptied it on the ground. To my 
horror, my rattle fell out of its hiding place in the bottom.
	"Ooh, look at this! Baby has a rattle!" He said. Then he shook 
it. In a flash he disappeared only to re-appear about five seconds 
later looking white as a sheet.
	"Butch, what's wrong?" asked one of the others.
	"What's wrong?" Butch said. "I just spent the whole day lost in a 
forest and being chased by wolves, cougars and snakes!"
	"But you were only gone a few seconds!" The other boy said.
	"I'm telling you, I was gone a whole day!" Butch said.
	The others looked at him like he was crazy.
	"Come on. Let's get out of here!" Butch said.
	One of the others started to pick up the rattle.
	"Don't touch that!" Butch said, turning pale again.
	I rescued my rattle from the ground and put it in my pocket. I 
wondered if it would still work after school since it had already been 
used. To my relief it did. This time I landed in a playpen with Billy.
	 Daisy picked me up and said, "How did that other boy enjoy his 
trip today?"
	"Oogh!" I said.
	"The rattle has a completely different effect on bullies," She 
said. Then she fed me some baby apricots, which were my favorite food. 
Right afterwards I pooped in my diaper.
	"I'm going to have my husband Bill put a clean diaper on you 
today so I can feed Tommy."
	Just then a friendly looking man in jeans and a tee shirt came in 
the room.
	"So I get to change Joey today! I hope you made a worthy mess for 
me, Joey!" He said.
	I had indeed made a worthy mess and Bill did just as good a job 
of cleaning me up and changing me as Daisy did. After Tommy and I were 
both changed, Daisy and Bill played with us. They rolled a ball back 
and forth between us as Tommy and I tried to catch and roll it. We were 
each only a few months old now and not very good at it. Next it was 
time for our naps. I always had nice dreams in Magic Rattle Land.
	When I got back to the Real World I put my rattle back inside my 
backpack and walked back to the Olson house.
	"Did you keep your pants clean today?" Mrs. Olson asked. "Yes, 
Ma'am," I replied. "In that case, you can watch some TV after you do 
your homework," she said.
	I went and did my homework, which was pretty easy since I was 
only in Kindergarten, and went into the living room and turned on the 
TV. Power Rangers was on and after that was Pokemon. I heard Mrs. Olson 
doing a wash. Later, I went to my room and there were some clean 
clothes on my bed and also my backpack. She had washed my backpack! My 
rattle was gone! I ran into the kitchen where Mrs. Olson was making 
dinner and said, "What did you do with the stuff in my backpack?"
	"It is all on your desk," she said, "except for that stupid 
rattle. We told you that you could not play with baby toys here!"
	"But that isn't a baby toy! It's special!" I said.
	"You can have it back when you leave here, and not before!" She 
said.
	At least she didn't throw it away or destroy it, I thought. But 
how would I survive eight months here without it? I needed to find it!
	The next day I ate my breakfast and then said, "I don't feel so 
good."
	Mrs. Olson scowled at me and put her hand on my forehead.
	"You do not have a fever, so you aren't staying home," she said.
	I went and got my stuff and went into the living room. Mr. and 
Mrs. Olson were both in the kitchen. I stuck my finger down my throat 
and threw up right on the living room rug. They heard me retching. Mr. 
Olson said, "At least you could have made it to the bathroom!" Mrs. 
Olson said, "You can stay home from school, but you will have to stay 
all by yourself. I can't afford to miss work to stay with you."
	This is what I was hoping for. As soon as they left, I started 
hunting for my rattle and my other baby toys. I started with their 
bedroom, but they were not there. Then I went out to the garage. There 
were a lot of boxes in there and in one corner I saw a chest that I 
remembered belonged to me. There was a small padlock on it. I went over 
to it and knocked on the lid. "Hiya" said a muffled voice inside it. I 
had seen someone pick a lock with a paper clip on a TV show. There were 
some paper clips in the den and I went and got some. It took over and 
hour, but several paper clips later, the padlock opened! I opened the 
chest and there was my magic rattle as well as my other treasures! I 
grabbed the rattle and re-locked the chest. Then I collected the paper 
clips and put the good ones back and hid the bent ones in my backpack. 
I decided to keep the rattle in my pocket at all times during the day 
and in my galoshes at night or if I was due to get a paddling. Then I 
gave it a shake and was off to Rattle Land for a day.
	"Googah!" I said.
	Daisy said, "I know, you almost lost it. Don't worry though. The 
rattle will always find its way back to you if it is lost or taken. Now 
let's get you something to eat. You must be hungry after up-chucking 
your breakfast this morning!"
	I was. I drank a bottle of formula, and then ate some peas, 
carrots and apricots. I was sucking on an arrowroot cookie when I felt 
my bowels move and I messed my diaper royally.
	"My! How can someone so small make such a big mess?" Bill said 
cheerfully. Then he cleaned me up and tickled me before he put me in 
fresh diapers.
	My time in Rattle Land was really not helping my toilet training 
one bit. About every other day I either wet or pooped in my pants. I 
think that the Olson paddle was starting to wear out. It still hurt 
plenty, though. I had been there for about six months when Mr. Olson 
said to me at dinner, "Joey, we are going to send you back to the 
orphanage early. It was our goal to have you toilet trained by the time 
you went back, but we can see that it is just not going to happen. I am 
afraid that no one will want to adopt you the way you are."
	That weekend, I packed my things and the Olson's got the big 
trunk full of my treasures out, and we headed back to the orphanage. 
Just to be on the safe side, Mrs. Olson put me in some of my diapers, 
as well as a pair of plastic pants. When we got to the orphanage I was 
shown to a room where I would be sleeping. Then they took me to the TV 
room. There were about a dozen boys there. They were all older than me. 
Five of them were wearing diapers. I guessed that the Olson's were 
right. No one would want me because I wore diapers. A few hours later a 
lady came and called several names, including mine. "If there is anyone 
else who wears diapers that I did not call please raise your hand?" One 
boy raised his hand. Then we were led up to a room with a lot of metal 
tables. My cloth diapers and plastic pants were removed and after I was 
wiped I was dressed in a rather flimsy looking green disposable diaper. 
At least I would get to wear diapers all the time again, I thought. The 
orphanage was not too bad. I did not get any more paddling. Nobody gave 
me a hard time about wearing diapers. I did hear some of the other kids 
talking, though, and they said hardly anybody got adopted who wore 
diapers, except infants. I could live with it though. Everyday I still 
got to go to Magic Rattle Land. Tommy and me were getting bigger. We 
could both crawl pretty well now. I hoped that Daisy and Bill would 
still like us, as we got older.
	"Joey Randall," the PA system said. "Please report to the front 
office, immediately."
	What had I done? I couldn't think of anything that I had done 
wrong. Had they found out about my Magic Rattle? At the front office, a 
nurse told me to follow her. "You are having a visit by some 
prospective parents and we want to put you in a clean dry diaper," She 
said.
	My diaper was changed and I was led out to a waiting room. In 
walked a man and a woman and they looked just like Daisy and Bill, only 
a little older! The caseworker said something to them about my 
"incontinence problem." "Oh, we aren't worried about that," said Daisy. 
"We already have another boy the same age who is still in diapers." 
"Would you like to come and live with Bill and me and our adopted son 
Tommy, Joey?
	"Would I!" I said.

The End