My Summer in New Mexico
By Tiny Tony

	My summer in New Mexico started on the first day of a long summer 
break. My mom, who was a single parent and didn't have a lot of time 
from me, decided it would be better for me to spend the summer with my 
cousins in New Mexico. I was very excited about it. I was almost a 
teenager, and I was very proud of what I considered to be my near adult 
status. Living away from home would prove what an adult I was even if 
it was my Aunt Jennifer's house and only for the summer. The part that 
made it even cooler was the fact that my Aunt was a big time computer 
programmer at Intel, so she was able live a fairly comfortable 
lifestyle. She had a huge house in Corrales with a swimming pool and 
horses. My Aunt Jennifer also had 3 kids, Jenny who was 16, June who 
was 14, and Josh who was my age. I was excited to see my cousin Josh as 
I had not seen him in 8 years. My Aunt Jennifer also enjoyed and 
specialized in long term child-care. She loved watching after kids 
while their parents took trips. This also helped Jenny and June, who 
would pitch in together so they would have money. That is how this 
whole thing got started. My mom felt bad for me as it would be another 
summer of TV and video games. The conversation turned to Aunt 
Jennifer's baby-sitting business.
	"You know," she said "I'd be happy to take care of Cory for free 
if you need it, I mean, June will be at girls camp for the summer, and 
I would be happy to fly him out, besides, I think it would be good for 
him and Josh to spend some time with each other."
	Well, there you have it, that brings me to were I am now. As the 
car rolled up the long driveway to the front of the large house Jenny 
and Josh greeted us and I was shown to the room I would be staying in. 
There were enough rooms in the house so I would have my own. Afterwards 
we all sat in the living room and talked 'til dinner. After we'd had 
dinner and some dessert Aunt Jennifer announced it was bed time for 
Josh and he was taken upstairs. A half an hour later she returned to 
tell me it was my bedtime. I got up and went up to the room were I was 
staying. She followed me up and closed the door behind us as we 
entered.
	"Cory, I need to talk to you, Josh is a bed wetter so he wears 
diapers to bed to keep him dry, do you need diapers as well?" she asked 
in a motherly tone. I blushed at the offer. I knew about Aunt 
Jennifer's philosophy on boys and how she thought they matured much 
slower.
	"I'm fine, I've not wet the bed since I was 4," I answered.
	"Good, please do me a favor and don't make fun of Josh, and if he 
doesn't want you in his room please respect that, O.K."
	I didn't understand my Aunt but I agreed. My Aunt then left the 
room so I could get ready for bed. I'd decided I was old enough to just 
sleep in my boxers and a T-shirt. I climbed into bed. Man, the thought 
of Josh being diapered got me excited. I had never had a dad and mom 
was always busy working, so I didn't have much of a childhood. I often 
would have fantasies about being forced to wear diapers and plastic 
pants, and then being babied. I had no idea why I felt this way but I 
knew that it was not 'normal' and kept it to myself. I had never worn 
real diapers and plastic pants. I just fantasized about being able to. 
"WOW!" I thought, what if I had said I did wet the bed? would I have 
been diapered, too? Plus, why didn't my Aunt want me in Josh's room, I 
wondered, I mean, what is the big deal? I ran ideas through my head 
'til it hurt, then I fell asleep. That night I dreamed I was a baby. It 
was that best dream I'd had in a long time.
	When I got up the next morning everyone was downstairs having 
breakfast. I wanted to have a look at Josh's room, but the floors were 
creaky and I knew I couldn't get away with it. When I got downstairs I 
couldn't believe it! Josh was still in his PJs and diapers. He was 
wearing a large plastic bib with Barney on it, and he was in a high 
chair, too. He was obviously wet since the smell of urine several hours 
old permeated the room. I wondered how they could stand the smell.
	Aunt Jennifer said, "I hope you don't mind the odor, but we 
always have Josh eat his breakfast in his diapers to try and reinforce 
the discomfort of a wet diaper."
	I said that it was fine, but thought to myself that after 12 
years he was probably enjoying it. After breakfast she took Josh 
upstairs to get changed. When Josh came downstairs, he was dressed and 
obviously back in underwear since there was no diaper bulge or rustle 
whatsoever. It was at this point I realized that I had to do something 
to get myself diapered without making it too obvious that a diaper and 
plastic pants was just what I wanted. I'd already said I didn't wet the 
bed, wouldn't it be too obvious that I wanted to be diapered if I was 
to wet the bed. Then I remembered Aunt Jennifer's philosophy on boys 
and how they matured much more slowly. I decided it was worth a try, so 
I started to plan. That day me and Josh spend a lot of time playing. 
The weird thing was every time I'd ask to go see his room he would as 
"na, you wouldn't like it." I was wondering what he was hiding. At 4 my 
Aunt told Josh to come in. She told me he needed a nap and that I could 
use one, too. I said no thanks and spent the next two hours waiting for 
him to get up.
	That night Aunt Jennifer took Josh upstairs first again. She 
returned for me. She again followed me up and closed the door behind us 
as we entered.
	"Cory, I saw what you wore to bed and I don't think it is right 
for a boy your age to dress like that at night," she told me. "I put 
some of Josh's old PJ's in here for you to wear at night." With that 
she opened the top dresser drawer, There were three pairs of Pj's in 
the drawer. One was blue one yellow and one was a sea foam green, I 
removed the green ones to find they weren't just normal PJs, but one-
piece footed sleepers. And beneath the first pair were two others.
	"That is what little boys like you wear to bed," she said. "This 
house can get very cold at night, now you can stay warm. Now put them 
on," she told me. I got undressed to my boxers and put them on. Just as 
I finished getting my feet and arms in, my Aunt Jenn reached over and 
zipped me into my sleeper. My Aunt kissed me on the forehead then left. 
I got in to bed. This is it, I decided I was wetting the bed tonight. I 
had several cups of water when I brushed my teeth. I knew soon I'd need 
to pee. I went to sleep and around two I awoke with a very full 
bladder. I thought 'here we go.' With little effort I let loose. The 
flow was strong and very warm and I knew this was a heavy wetting. I 
then fell back asleep.
	The morning came and I found myself in a soaking wet bed. It like 
felt the bed was a lot wetter then when I wet. I know I'd have to admit 
to someone that I'd peed in my bed. I opened my bedroom door. The 
sounds of Aunt Jenn and Jenny making breakfast could already be heard.
	"Aunty," I called down. "I need to tell you something."
	"Honey, it's not polite to shout. You can come down here and tell 
me."
	I started downstairs to the kitchen. Yhere was no need for me to 
explain anything when I appeared in the kitchen that morning with a 
large wet spot that spread all over my PJ's.
	"I, I had an accident," I stammered. "I'm sorry about your 
mattress, Aunt Jennifer."
	"You don't have to worry about that, dear," responded Aunt 
Jennifer. "I'm just glad you didn't try to hide it, now I can clean it 
up before it gets ruined."
	"Jenny, will you take care of that for me?" she asked.
	"Sure mom, it's no problem." She then knelt down and hugged me.
	"That's OK, baby," she said. "Are you feeling all right Cory? I 
mean, you told me you don't wet the bed, you might have a fever," she 
told me as she put her hand on my head. I told her no, that I was fine. 
I just must have been really tired. It was at this time I'd wet in 
years but at the last minute I chickened out, I decided not to wet 
again and to just let it be.
	That night again I was led up to my room. My Aunt told me to sit 
on the bed and I complied. She began untying my shoes. She took off my 
shoes and told me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my 
head and neatly laid on the dresser. She then had me remove my pants. 
She held out the blue sleeper so I could step into it. I worked my way 
into it and was zipped up.
	"Did you go potty before bed time?" she asked. I said yes. At 
this point I was disappointed, no diapers, no nothing. I would keep 
myself dry tonight.
	"Are you sure you know how I handle bedwetters?" she asked. I 
apologized for last night's wetting again and climbed in to bed. My 
aunt kissed me again.
	"I've put a plastic sheet on the bed to protect it." Then she 
left the room. The plastic sheet was some consolation, though. I loved 
the way it rustled just like plastic pants every time I moved. I didn't 
want to wet again, it didn't get me anywhere, just made me feel a bit 
funny. Oh well, diapers would have been fun, I thought as I drifted off 
to sleep.
	As the early morning light drifted into my room, I opened my eyes 
and felt a weird feeling. I sat straight up and pulled back the sheets. 
My PJs and the bed surrounding me were soaked. How could this happen? I 
didn't wet last night, did I? Except for yesterday I couldn't even 
remember a time I'd wet the bed. But here I was 12 years old and 
sitting in a wet bed wearing wet footed sleeper. My Aunt opened the 
door.
	"Good morning, sweetie. Are you wet?"
	"Aaaaa...... ya," I said in shock. She pulled back my covers and 
told me to get cleaned up. At breakfast Jenny asked if I had wet I said 
yes.
	"Well, mom, what do you think?" she asked my Aunt.
	"I think he is going to take a nap today with Josh, you know how 
boys get when they don't get the sleep they need," she said. I, too, 
was put down for a nap at four. At five the door opened it was Josh.
	"Hi," I said to him.
	"You're awake," he said. "What's going on, Cory? I didn't think 
you were a little boy, too! You know it won't take Mom long to bring 
out the diapers. Do you need to potty now?"
	I replied no and that I didn't mean to. He just said, "O.K. I'm 
just warning you." Then he left. I just didn't understand. I didn't 
mean to wet and I did. I lay there and thought about it, wearing 
diapers would be fun, but I didn't want to be a real bedwetter. 
Somewhere in my line of thought I fell asleep. Around 7:45 I awoke in a 
very wet bed , I thought I didn't, did I? I jumped out of bed to see 
the damages. There was a huge wet spot on my bed. Just then my aunt 
walked into get me up for dinner.
	"Well, it looks like we've wet for the third time," she 
exclaimed. "Go downstairs and eat dinner while I decide what to do with 
you," she told me. As I walk into the kitchen Jenny said, "OH NO, not 
another little accident!" I just sat down to eat my dinner. About 15 
minutes later my Aunt came down. "Jenny, it is Josh's bedtime. Will you 
get him ready for me?" she said. Jenny said yes and left.
	"Honey, I think that it is time to put you in diapers again," she 
told me.
	"I'm 12," I said. "I don't want to wear diapers." It was weird. I 
now found I didn't want to wear diaper and I didn't know why.
	"This is the first time that this has ever happened," I said.
	"I think it's a good idea," replied my aunt. "My experience has 
taught me that little boys are never really potty trained until they're 
a bit older than you are. Sometimes it's just easier to keep little 
boys like you in diapers if they're having accidents."
	"I promise I won't do it again," I protested. "I don't need to 
wear diapers."
	"I understand Cory," she told me. "But it is for the best. I 
mean, look at you. You're wearing wet pants and a wet shirt; you need 
them. Now, if things change then you won't have to wear them anymore, 
O.K.," she told me.
	I took the last bite of my dinner and put my head down. "OK," I 
said.
	"Good, then I suppose it is time to get little Cory ready for 
beddie-bye." She led me upstairs and into the bathroom and said, "Now 
I'll take care of you, wittle guy." She told me to sit on the toilet 
and I did. She began untying my shoes. She took off my shoes and told 
me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly 
laid on the counter. Then she began to unbutton my pants. She asked me 
to stand, and then quickly she pulled off my pants and put them on top 
of my shirt. Then she removed my underwear. I was standing before her 
naked, She then got a washcloth out and got it wet.
	"O.K .Cory, you come over here," she told me. I slowly walked 
over to her. She took the washcloth and washed my face, then my hands.
	"O.K., .feet apart," she told me. I slowly spread my legs and she 
went about cleaning my bottom and penis with the washcloth. My soon-to-
be diaper area was now ready from my diaper. I was a bit embarrassed by 
the whole thing and I put my thumb in my mouth to suck it. I have 
always been a thumb sucker, but only at night. I don't know why, but I 
felt I need my thumb now.
	"There, now all done," she told me. "Now lets get you to bed." I 
turned to go left down the hall and was stopped by my aunt saying, "And 
just where do you think you're going? Your room is on the right."
	"Buuh muh rum izz down dere," I objected around my thumb.
	"That's my guest room. Little boys don't sleep in there. Your new 
room is next to Aunty's where she can come and change your dirty dydees 
during the night. Come on, " she said.
	I followed her to Josh's room, or should I say Joshy's nursery. 
The odor of baby powder filled the room gloriously. There was nothing 
in the room that said 12-year-old; it all said toddler. The room was 
wallpapered with pink, blue and yellow duckies, hobby horses and teddy 
bears. I didn't know what to look at first. There was no bed, only two 
cribs, both more than big enough for Josh. They were both white with 
stenciled bunnies all over them. There were bumper pads to make sure 
you didn't get close to the rails. A shelf within reach of the cribs 
had all kinds of stuffed animals and a Fisher Price music box to help 
baby get to sleep. Over the cribs were mobiles with all the Cartoon 
characters. The changing table was about three feet high and had a 
white rubber changing pad patterned with Bugs Bunny. There were six 
very large drawers below changing level. Nearby on a shelf for handy 
use were large containers of baby powder, baby lotion, baby wipes and 
baby oil.
	She took my hand and led me naked into Joshy's nursery and said, 
"This will be the nursery for both Joshy and Cory now. Josh is already 
in his crib, but we've brought out another crib just like his for you 
to sleep in. You won't be needing the guest room anymore. Now get up on 
your changing table and lie down like a good little boy." She gently 
rolled me onto my tummy and proceeded to rub baby oil on my bottom. She 
then put powder on me and told me to roll over. I did and my telltale 
erection came into her view.
	"Well, it seems that my little boy like the thought of diapered, 
which is good, because I like the thought of diapering baby Cory, and I 
think I'll be diapering him for quite a while." She then finished 
putting oil and powder me with an expert touch.
	"OK, sweetie, lift your butt so I can put your diaper on you."
	She had me arch my back so she could slide the thick diaper under 
my bottom, I could felt the thick soft cloth on my butt. In no time she 
had my diapers pulled up between my legs. She double pinned me up with 
yellow duckie pins. She then pulled out a pair of blue plastic pants.
	"I think we best use heavy duty baby pants for nighttime since 
you're such a heavy wetter, Cory."
	After placing my feet through the leg holes, the plastic pants 
rustled the whole way up my legs. She stretched the waist out in order 
to get them over my ample diaper and made sure the waist and legs would 
have no possibility of leakage.
	"There," she said. "Now let's get your PJs on."
	She held out a pair of sleepers that were yellow so I could step 
into them. It was at this time I noticed the zipper was in the back. I 
wondered how I'd ever get them off. I got on the sleepers, and my Aunt 
zipped me into them.
	"Now hopefully there won't be any leaks. I don't want to have to 
wash sheets all the time."
	The diaper was massive but the plastic pants were still large 
enough to crinkle as I waddled across the room. She lowered the front 
rail and had me get in under the blanket. The sheets were baby blue 
with building blocks and the blanket was red. She caressed my forehead 
and hair and gave me a gentle kiss. Then she pulled up the front rail 
and said, "Now I expect you to be in the crib in the morning when I 
come in. If you feel you have to use the washroom, use your diaper, 
that's what it's for."
	She left the room for a minute and when she came back she had two 
bottles for each of us.
	"One is warm milk to help put you to sleep tonight, the other is 
apple juice for the morning until I come into get you out of your 
cribs."
	She placed our bottles in each of our mouths and held it until we 
started sucking. The nipples were large enough that we could easily 
suck.
	"Now, the two of you get to sleep. If you're both good you might 
get out of your diapers in the morning. Sweet dreams."
	As she turned out the lights the night light shone so that we 
wouldn't be afraid and the music box tinkled a reassuring lullaby. I 
patted my diaper to hear the rustle of my plastic pants. I had never 
felt so safe, secure and comfortable. It was at this point I decided I 
wanted to be a little boy forever.
	Morning came and found both me and Josh soaked. I talked to Josh 
and found he loved to wear diapers and he only wore underpants when he 
thought guests wouldn't understand. I told him I to enjoyed the feeling 
of diapers and I wanted to stay in them. When my Aunty Jenn came into 
get us we were both very excited. I ate breakfast that morning in a 
high chair. After breakfast we were given the option of diapers or 
underpants; we both wanted diapers. We spent the rest of the day 
dressed in onesies and diapers.
	That is how my summer went. I spent every day well-diapered, and 
in a T-shirt or romper. I slept in a crib and ate in a high chair and 
played all day with my baby brofer and my blocks.

The End