Mykal and Jamie

	This is a nearly true account, as told to me by a couple of 
friends of mine,
	Names changed to protect, etc. It is not written to be 
pornography, child, or otherwise, It Is written, to show the special 
relationships between friends, and how they began, and dealt with their 
love of their diapers, and their love of being babied.

Part One

	My name is Jameson, but my friends and family call me Jamie. I 
know, it's a strange name, everybody tells me so. My best friend is 
Mykal, or Myk, pronounced Mike, not Mick, as he is very quick to point 
out. We've been friends since we were babies, but even then there are 
some things about each other that we had nearly no knowledge about each 
other, only hints, until one day at the middle of June, after the end 
of the school year, in our, twelfth year.
	I don't always have the best way of speaking the English 
language, even though I was born and raised right here in Milwaukee. 
No, it isn't Milwaukee Wisconsin or Milwaukee in Oregon. It's a small 
town in the Southern Midwestern area of the USA. Me and my best friend 
lived just outside of town, about a quarter mile from each other on a 
dead-end road, with only our two houses on it. Our two families own the 
property on the road. Mykal's Mom died about a year and a half ago, 
about a month after my Daddy died, and that was just about a week 
before Mykal's and my birthdays.
	It was awfully tough on both of us. We had to go to school, even 
though neither one of us wanted to. We could see how torn up, our two 
parents were, but we didn't think our particular parent was aware of 
our problems dealing with our loss. I started wetting the bed about 
three months after my Daddy died. I didn't know why at the time, and I 
was terribly ashamed of the work I was causing my Mom even though I 
don't seem to be able to stop it, and Mom getting mad and finally 
putting me in night diapers. I kept my secret shame from my best 
friend, even though I found myself secretly enjoying wearing them. Mom 
didn't know, either.
	I had had at least three episodes of pants-wetting, and one of 
both wetting and pooping. Only one wetting happening on the way home 
from school, and nearly no-one knew about it but Mykal and Mom. It 
happened just after the end of the school day, while Mykal and me were 
walking home. I had forgotten to pee in the bathroom in school before 
starting walking home with my friend. There just wasn't any place to 
stop and go to the bathroom on our way home. No filling stations, or 
any other place that we had found in the six years we had walked to and 
from school.
	We had gotten about a hundred yards from a place where we could 
and have in the past, stepped behind a tree, and let fly. I couldn't 
take another step. Mykal took about three more steps after I stopped 
and tried to hold myself from peeing, turned while saying, "What are 
you doing? Oh! Can you hold it Jamie? We only have about a hundred 
yards!" The pressure was building fast! "No! It's going to go! I can't 
take another step!" I let just a little spurt go, knowing that it 
wouldn't help. "Can you take it out and go right there?" "Not enough 
time!" and it broke my control, and soaked my pants. It felt good to go 
in my pants, but I couldn't let him know. I was smiling at how good it 
felt to wet my pants while letting him think I was just smiling about 
the huge relief, at the release of all the pressure in my bladder.
	"Man, what are you gonna tell your Mom?" "Well I'm just gonna 
have to tell her I had an accident! She'll go ballistic, but what else 
can I do? I can't lie!"
	"I suppose you're right, Dad goes right through the roof too, if 
it happens to me! I wish he'd get his head back here in the real 
world!" "Yeah, Mom too. It just seems like they can't let go! I know! 
I'm havin' a bad time with it too! But you and me have to go to school, 
even though we have problems." That's the first time I'd hinted at 
having a problem with Daddy being gone. "Yeah, me too. Your Mom don't 
have to work, and Dad hasn't worked since...." Yeah, I know, but Mom 
has a lot of work around the house, and she keeps the house up, with me 
messin' it up all the time." Can't leave any more hints, and he didn't 
exactly pick up on my first hint.
	Mom did go ballistic. "Jamie! You're twelve years old now! You 
should be well over the age of wetting your pants like a little boy! 
This is the fourth time you've come home wet this school year! This 
happens any more I'm going to put you back in diapers!" Yeah, right! 
She threatens/promises me with that every time, not knowing the thrill 
that rushes through me when she says it. And I feel guilty for feeling 
that way. I get the same feeling when I look through her magazines, and 
come across the pictures of older toddlers in diapers. I get a hard-on 
every time! What's wrong with me?
	Mykal and me were in the woods behind our houses, on a trail we 
ourselves had made over the years. It was a week after the end of the 
school year and we were making a new fort just off the trail. We 
thought we had the trail well hidden, so no one would ever bother us. 
We'd had a huge pot roast lunch, with some hot tea, with my Mom, and 
she sent us off with a two liter of pop apiece. I was just starting to 
get a little uncomfortable, when Mykal stopped moving, while holding up 
the last log that we'd dug up from the forest floor.
	He'd stopped dead, just ahead of me, holding the other end. The 
most awful stink rose around us, and suddenly a huge bulge formed in 
his pants with a lot of snapping and crackling. I mean one minute it 
wasn't there, and during the next, it was. "Mykal did..." A rushing 
noise started. Real loud, like when a car goes rushing by on the 
highway in a rainstorm. His pants began to get wet in back. All the way 
over the top of that huge pile of poop, that was over the top of the 
upper curve of his butt.
	"Mykal! You pooped and peed your pants!" "Ayuh, I guess so! I had 
to go awful bad!" I was holding myself by this time. Both of us had 
thrown the log down. And I was on the verge of wetting myself, and I 
could feel my gut churning away. "Mykal Robert Johanson!" Said a low 
man's voice. We both jumped. There was Mykal's Dad, standing on the 
trail. "Time to go home son!" He said. "I think you better go home too 
Jamie, your Mommy needs to see to you. Son!" And with that, He was 
gone, along with Mykal. I never saw what happened to Mykal, I just know 
the smell of poop was gone, though the smell of urine stayed.
	I must have stood there for a minute, wondering what in hell 
happened, when suddenly I started to pee in my pants. It felt so good, 
but how in hell was I gonna explain this. I turned and made as good of 
time as I could while trying not to poop. I knew that if I stopped to 
take my pants down, my pants would be full. I didn't stop to think 
about how I was gonna do it at home, I. Just. Knew. I. Had. To. Poop. 
Now!
	Ppppppbbbbbbrrrrrrrshhhhhttttt! My pants were full of a huge 
sticky, smelly pile of semi-soft poop, and my pants were soaked! 
"Jameson Andrew Kelly, you march yourself right home, right this 
minute!" What on earth is the matter with you? Are you out of your 
mind?" Mom was talking softly now. She scared whatever poop and pee I 
had left in me right out into my pants. Now Where'd She come from? Some 
secret trail! "I'm sorry Mom! I couldn't help it! After Mykal did his 
pants, I couldn't help it!" "Okay, maybe! We'll see. I'll have to have 
a talk with Mr. Johanson, but You will get yourself over to that porch, 
slip off your wet shoes and socks, and carefully walk into the house to 
my big bathroom!
	She followed my every step. "I was told that since you were late 
coming home, you might be up to something." "Late? Mom, I didn't know 
we were late!" "It's way after five O'clock!" Mom said. "After five! I 
had no idea, Mom!" "Obviously!" Mom said, pointing at my pants. "Okay! 
Into the house, March!" She grabbed my ear, and pulled me painfully 
into her bathroom. We'd only been about two blocks into the woods when 
I ran into Mom, and we stepped into a steamy room, with a bath already 
drawn. Mom had a separate shower and tub in her bathroom.
	"Okay, Baby! Off with those stinky clothes!" She had me stripped 
in a minute, poop and all. She dropped my clothes into a small garbage 
can, which I'd never seen before. And pushed me towards the shower. 
"Get in there where I can wash that mess off of you.!" I wasn't allowed 
to do anything, even hold the shower head. She showered the poop off of 
my skin, pushing on one cheek and then the other of my butt. Pronounced 
me semi clean, and told me to get into the bath water, which she had 
drawn for me.
	The water was quite warm, and I had to sit down in it very 
carefully, and slowly, while Mom carried the garbage can out. I tried 
to find the wash cloth, and bumped my hand into something in the 
bubbles. It was one of my old bath toys. I looked at the edge of the 
tub, and there wasn't any wash cloth. Darn, now I'd have to get back up 
and get a wash cloth. My other hand bumped into something else hidden 
in the bubbles, and it was another of my old bath toys. Why are my old 
bath toys in here? I haven't had bath toys for some years!
	I started to get up. "Sit back down in that tub!" Mom said, "play 
with your toys, Baby. You sit and play with your toys Baby, until Mommy 
gets ready to give you a bath!" 'Play with your toys?' Mommy gives me a 
bath?' What's goin on? I don't know what's goin on, but I'm gettin' a 
sinkin' feelin', that it might be somethin' I won't like. And why isn't 
she yellin' like she usually does!
	I'm sort of petrified, not moving at all, and Mom comes over to 
the tub. "Oh loosen up!" Mom says. I never saw her coming, being lost 
in my thoughts. "Loosen up! It's not the first time I've bathed you 
baby, and it won't be the last, I guarantee it! Okay, go back to 
playing with your toys Honey Bear! It's okay! I'll give you a bath 
now." Uh-oh, 'Honey Bear', she hasn't called me that for a long time. 
Any way, Mom started to wash me, while I found out how to make my 
plastic wind-up fish work again and my plastic wind-up submarine work. 
She washed all around my privates, after making me move my hands, and 
she washed deep in my crack, washing my butt-hole into the bargain.
	It's not as if it's a big thing. I'm about the size of a nine 
year old, maybe a little smaller, and so is Mykal, come to think of it. 
But Mom washed me with all the tenderness that I dimly remember from my 
toddler hood. She washed my ears, and carefully shampooed my hair, with 
Johnson's No More Tears, for crying out loud, where'd she get that? 
When she was done, she says, "Okay, Baby, let's get out and dried up. 
We'll leave the toys for next time shall we? Come on we'll get you all 
dried off and then we'll get you dressed." That is what I'm afraid of! 
Mom pushed me ahead of her to my room. I stopped, aghast! There was a 
big crib, a changing table, a diaper cabinet, a huge box of disposable 
diapers, and the cabinet full of cloth diapers, and my dresser stuffed 
with diapers, tee shirts and socks, only. My walls had been repainted, 
with a huge SpongeBob SquarePants decal above the crib.
	"Mom! Where are my clothes, where is my bed, what is going on!" I 
finally got my voice going, and my thoughts voiced. She waited until I 
was sitting on the edge of the crib, 'bare', looked at me all misty 
eyed, and said, "Well, Baby, since you seem to want to be a baby again, 
and I remember having pushed you through your potty training, because 
your Daddy wanted it. I am only helping you to be one. You know Baby, I 
miss having a baby in the house to care for and to love. You will be 
wearing and using diapers for what they were intended, and you may not 
remove them, you will be dressed in toddlers clothes, drink from a 
bottle, or a sippy cup. You know how your always spilling your glass. 
You will be fed from a high chair. You will only call me Mommy. You 
will have a nap every afternoon, and your bedtime will be eight pm., 
and you will not fight with your twin brother. Now let's get you 
dressed in your new wardrobe!" "Whoa, Mom! What twin brother, what are 
you talking about?"
	"You'll see Baby, You'll see. You see all the extra room in here? 
Well we're putting it to use! Now get up on the changing table!" "You 
mean now Mom?" "Mommy!" I was corrected. "Yes, I mean now, now come on, 
we have company coming for dinner, and I have a lot to do yet. I think, 
Baby bear, that you are going to probably be up after your bedtime, but 
just for tonight!" She put the restraints on me on the changing table. 
"Why'd you do that Mommy?" "That's to keep you from falling off Baby!" 
She grabbed both of my ankles, and lifted my butt just clear of the 
table and put three cloth diapers under my butt, put my legs back down, 
she put some kind of ointment on my butt, in places, and those places 
stung just a little, then she oiled me and powdered me all over, 
including my hard-on. I knew one reason for the restraints now. They 
kept me from putting my hands down there covering my "stiffie". Then 
she pulled all three diapers up tight between my legs pinning them in 
that position. And pulled up a pair of plastic baby pants up over the 
diapers, making sure that all the diapers were inside of them, then put 
a onsie on me and a pair of shortalls, that had SpongeBob SquarePants 
on both of them.
	"Okay. Baby, let's go to the kitchen, and you can watch me finish 
dinner. Okay?" I took about three steps and fell squarely on my butt. 
The diapers were so tight, they pulled my legs out to the side a 
little, and I found that I had to walk a little bow-legged. Mommy and 
me both laughed at that. I was getting what I have wanted for a long 
time, yet I still feel a little betrayed by Mom..er...Mommy! When had 
she made all of these changes in the house? I was here at noon, and 
none of this was done then, someone went to a lot of work in a short 
time!
	We got to the kitchen, and I was greeted by another shock, for 
there awaiting me was a brand new, big high chair, with my name on it, 
straps, tray and all, and there was a baby bottle setting on the table, 
with milk in it. Mommy picked me up and seated me in the highchair, 
buckled me in and put the tray on it, and handed me the bottle, and 
while I was busy figuring out just how the thing worked again, Mommy 
pinned a pacifier onto the chest of my onsie.
	She turned around and got a baked chicken out of the oven. She 
took out another pan of stuffing, and of potatoes. It was sweet 
potatoes, my favorite, and she had a pot cooking on the stove. It had 
sweet corn, another one of my favorites. Mommy set the table, put all 
the food on the table, set one extra place on it, so there were two 
places set, and she had two sets of dishes set on the cupboard. Small 
dishes, with two bottles, and she had put cut up food on each of the 
plates. The doorbell rang, and Mommy said, "Now you just wait here 
Baby, and I have a surprise for you!"
	She took off her apron, patted her hair, grinning to herself, 
then went to the door when the doorbell rang for the second time. "Hi 
Gabe, so good to see that you finally made it. And your little boy to, 
Hi Baby! Listen, you wait right here honey while we do some work, on 
something, alright? They left the room for just a second, and I heard 
something wooden hit the door frame, and something wooden slid on the 
floor. Then, "Come on Baby, I have someone I want you to meet!" In 
walked my best friend Mykal, dressed in a carbon copy of what I was 
dressed in, except that his onsie and shortalls had Bear. from Bear in 
the big blue house on them. Mykal Johanson, I want you to meet Jamie 
Kelly! What's going on here! "Hi, Mykal!" "Hi, Jamie!" "Daddy what's 
going on?" Mommy, what's going on?" We both said at the same time.
	"Okay, Babies, I'll tell you while Mommy gets dinner finished." 
the mans soft, deep voice said. "Your Mommy and me got married last 
night. We have been going out together for the last six months, and we 
had come to the conclusion that we loved each other very deeply, and 
that Mykal needs a Mommy and Jamie needs a Daddy. You've both had a lot 
of problems adjusting to your Mommy's or your Daddy's death. You've 
both had trouble with bed wetting, and with wetting and or pooping your 
pants, or both. You were both rushed through your potty training, and 
you've both seemed to indicate that you would like to be babied, and to 
wear baby clothes. You are now, for all intents and purposes twins. 
Your birthdays are about three days apart, and we'll celebrate them at 
the same time, on the same day every year. You've both been held back 
in school this year, from what they say is developmentally arrested 
minds and bodies. We will home teach you both, and you will be babied, 
as Mommy and Daddy have told you both."
	"What do you think?" He had brought in a highchair just like 
mine, with Mykal's name. "I wondered where Mom...Mommy went so often at 
night, and I'm glad it was out with you...Daddy! I might have a problem 
with that for awhile..Daddy! That's where you've been going Daddy! I 
have a new Mommy!" "I have a new brother!" We both said at the same 
time. Okay, Baby Mykie, up on your chair, and I'll strap you in." "It 
looks as if they approve dear!" He said to Mommy.

Part Two

	We had a very good meal, even though Mykal and me weren't used to 
being fed. Mommy fed Mykal and "Daddy" fed me. I had only known him as 
Mr. Johanson, and had never known his first name, let alone knowing him 
as "Daddy". As he fed me, he managed to talk to me and to Mommy at the 
same time and get a few bites of his own down. He told me a little 
about himself, how he'd been born on the property that he and Mykal had 
been living on, his Dad having died about fifteen years ago, and his 
Mom having died about twenty years ago. He had been devastated by 
Mykal's Mom's death, as Mommy had been with Daddy's death, and it 
seemed natural to be drawn to each other.
	They'd been helping each other out during the daytime, while me 
and Mykal were in school, and had been talking to each other and to a 
pediatric psychiatrist. They'd told him about our wetting our beds, and 
the times we'd wet and pooped our pants. The psychiatrist had told them 
that it wasn't our fault, that no kid really wets the bed on purpose, 
and that we probably really did wet and poop our pants by accident, 
because our priorities are not on keeping our pants dry and clean, so 
we ignore the signs that tell us we have to go.
	He also asked them about our toilet training, and came to the 
conclusion that we'd been rushed through that way to quickly. It would 
be a good thing, if we could be given back our early childhood, and 
work things out for ourselves, and he had a way for them to help us do 
just that. He told me that he'd be here for me, and he'd really like to 
be my Daddy full time. "I'd like that Daddy, and I'd like to call you 
Daddy too. Please don't hurt my Mommy like my other Daddy did 
sometimes." "I'll never hurt your Mommy if I can possibly prevent it!" 
He very solemnly pronounced to me. It's going to be strange having a 
Daddy again, and very strange to have my best friend as my 'twin' 
brother.
	We were both very small for our ages, and he had blonde hair, and 
mine was red. He turned very tan, and I just freckled. But he was my 
brother. Mommy had been talking to Mykal, whenever the two of them 
weren't listening to Daddy talk about the psychiatrist. Then, he said 
he had an announcement to make to all of us and to Mykal, especially. 
"Mykal, I sold the company. I sold the company that I created, for more 
than ten times what I had in it, and three years severance pay of one 
and a half million dollars. I don't have to work any more, 'We', don't 
have to work any more," he said, including Mommy. He'd been working for 
the mill he'd created, from the office he had in his home. He'd been 
the CEO.
	I'd been sucking on my bottle for quite awhile before Mommy and 
Daddy finally finished eating. They'd spent so much time talking to us, 
that I'm afraid their food must have gotten cold. The way they were 
looking into each others eyes, I don't think they even noticed.
	Daddy helped Mommy do the dishes and even got us each a bottle of 
juice, before they were done, then wiped our faces, and helped us down 
from out chairs, and we retired to the family room. It hasn't been used 
for a long time, neither Mommy or I needed to use it, since we used the 
TV in the living room, or I used the one in my room. That was very 
closely watched, and locked down when I was supposed to be asleep. Come 
to think of it, I don't think it's in there any more.
	Mommy and Daddy decided that the family room would work for our 
home schooling, with very little in the way of alterations. We'd have 
desks, of course, and we'd have a blackboard, and the computer would 
fit in there nicely. The one that he'd bought for Mykal, but hadn't 
found the time to tell him about it or even put together. The computer 
would be used primarily for entertainment, until we got to that part in 
our education. It would be set up with very tight security, for Mykal 
and me, for now. I was watching Mykal's eyes, and they were closing, 
and then flying open. I think mine were doing the same thing.
	Mommy said, "I think we have a pair of very sleepy babies, Dear. 
Why don't we put them both in Jamie's crib tonight, and put Mykal's in 
there in the morning." "Sounds good to me! Are you two ready for Bed? 
No, of course you aren't. I'll take this one", he said as he picked me 
up, "If you'll get that one." He had me giggling like a two year old, 
by throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and tickling 
me in the ribs, as we went down the hallway to Mykal's and my room.
	I was put on the changing table first by my new Daddy, who 
carefully removed my shortalls, then my onsie. Then he removed my baby 
panties and very soaked diaper. I don't even remember wetting! Then he 
put four cloth diapers under my butt, wiped me clean all over with 
wipes, oiled me powdered me, and pulled the diapers up tight and 
fastened them on with some yellow ducky diaper pins. Mommy handed him a 
yellow footed sleeper to put on me, which he zipped up to my chin, 
pinned my paci to it, and took off the restraints, and hauled me on his 
hip, with my belly on his hip, over to the crib, and dropped me on it 
in a gentle bounce, me giggling all the way again. I don't ever 
remember giggling so much, and over bedtime yet!
	He had me wait for him on the crib, while he went to get 
something, he said. He brought back a couple of bottles, and by that 
time Mommy brought Mykal to the crib, all done up in a yellow sleeper 
just like mine. Now we know you guys are excited, so we put a little 
something in there so that you will sleep well all through the night! 
Nighty night, Jamie," he said softly, with a kiss to my forehead, then 
doing the same to Mykal. He handed a bottle to each of us, while Mommy 
gently kissed us both on the forehead, and whispered, "Ni-Night Jamie, 
Ni-Night Mykal, sleep tight Babies!"
	Mykal was on one end of my new crib and I was on the other. "Good 
night, Mykal!" I said. "Good night, Jamie!" he said sleepily.
	It didn't even seem like I'd even been asleep, when mommy came in 
saying, "Jamie, Mykal, it's time to get up Babies. How'd my babies 
sleep? Did my wittle babies do their peepees and poopoos in their 
didees? Huh? Oh! they did, they did do their peepees and poopoos." We 
were rubbing the sleep out of our eyes, with our fists, trying to 
figure out what was going on, with someone's finger in our diapers, and 
slowly woke up to the fact that we were in a crib, my crib to be exact, 
and it was Mommy doing the baby talking. And we were both sitting on 
piles of poop, in extremely wet diapers. "Hi Mommy!" I's sowwy, Mommy, 
I's sowwy!" "I's sowwy too! Mommy!"
	Now how come we're talking that way? "Mommy's sure you're sowwy 
Babies, but don't be. It's what babies do! Come on let's get those 
messy diapers off of you and get you a bath! Okay?" "How are they this 
morning Dear?" Came a low deep voice. I started to cover my diaper, as 
if I could! He saw it and came to the crib, saying, "That's okay Baby 
Jamie, that's okay! It's what your supposed to wear and what you're 
supposed to do in them!" He picked me up and cradled my head in the 
hollow of one of his shoulder, with my legs hanging free and his other 
hand under my butt.
	He pulled me in to him in a hug. "Come on, Baby let's get you 
changed and into a tub, okay?" Mykal started to cry, "My Daddy, My...." 
"Hush, Dear one! I'm here and Daddy has your brother, soon you'll be in 
the bath tub together and Daddy and I will bathe you, Okay?" "Otay!" 
He's speaking funny too, I think, and it must have shown on my face, 
because Daddy asked me, "What's puzzling you, Jamie?" How tum we tok so 
funny?" "Well you are talking like babies aren't you?" "Yeth" "Well, 
you are babies aren't you?" "Yeth" "Well, there you are!" He said as he 
wiped my butt with the cleanest part of the diaper he could find, set 
me on my feet, and said, "Okay, into the bathroom with you, champ!" 
Mommy must have been doing the same thing at the same time with Mykal, 
because he was all ready running towards the bathroom, and I started to 
run too. Both of us ran into the bathroom giggling like two year olds.
	Mommy and Daddy came in with Mommy saying, "It's okay this 
morning, but I don't want you running in the house, is that clear!" She 
gave a scowl to Daddy. "Well dear, it just seemed so natural, little 
ones like to run everywhere, y'know!" "Yes, Dear Heart, but we don't 
want any busted heads, or anything else for that matter, now do we 
now!" You have to take it for me, but Mommy is Irish, and has a certain 
lilt to her voice. Come to think on it, Daddy has a different kind of 
speech, too. Mommy calls it an 'accent'. Oh well, what am I to call 
strange talk when I have a hard time speaking in anything but baby. 
Mykal and me were playing with my bath toys, in the tub, and I was 
showing him how they worked. "Thee, yu tak thith thing an win it an let 
it go,thee?" "Oh, lukit, lukit, it'th goin', it'th goin'! Lemme, lemee 
do it thith time!" Mommy and Daddy were both laughing about something, 
as they said to come here and let us wash you. That was strange, it was 
like....Well it was like...we were babies!
	When we got done in the bathtub, we were taken out, into huge 
bath sheets, soft and warm, and dried thoroughly, and carried into my 
bedroom again, and one at a time put on the changing table. Mommy put 
us in disposables, because we were going somewhere, she said. We were 
put in the family room, while Mommy and Daddy got dressed, then we were 
picked up again, by Daddy. One of us on either hip. Mommy couldn't have 
done it, we were to big for her. Mommy was carrying a very large diaper 
bag, and her purse. We were carried to Moms SUV and put into the two 
booster seats built into the seats in back. Then Mommy and Daddy 
buckled themselves into the front, Daddy in the drivers seat. That 
seemed strange. then down the road we go, headed to the next town, 
stopping at a big restaurant, that Mommy and me had never noticed 
before. There wasn't a very big sign on the road, but there seemed to 
be a lot of traffic in the parking lot.
	This would be the first time that me and Mykal were going to out 
in public, dressed as babies. We were dressed in our onsies and 
shortalls again, as they hadn't gotten dirty last night. It was almost 
an hour since we left the house, and a half hour before that, that we 
had been dressed, and I know I had wet at least once. Mommy took me 
with her, gave Daddy a small bag with a diaper to Daddy, and they went 
into the men's room, while Mommy took me into the women's room. I held 
back, but Mommy pulled me in. A couple of people asked questions of 
Mommy, but Mommy just told them that I had a medical problem, and that 
we had to go somewhere for changes. There was a large changing table in 
there. Larger than I have ever seen before, and a rather large kid, 
probably about thirteen, getting a change by her Mommy. Nobody asked 
questions of her. Maybe it's more common than I thought. Mommy got me 
changed and we went in to the main part of the dining room.
	Daddy waved from nearly the other side of the room, having found 
a table there, and had two large highchairs, pulled up, with Mykal 
already in one. Mommy was standing with her mouth open, "You were 
right, they are set up for the larger babies, but why was I being 
grilled for answers about Jamie?" "There are nosy people all over the 
world Dear, don't fret over it." He said softly as he fastened me into 
the high chair. "This is a little higher class establishment, than most 
of the ones near where we live, and it caters to older babies and their 
families, besides regular families." Mykal and me were treated to some 
scrambled eggs, and some French toast, with a couple pieces of fake 
bacon, and Mommy gave us each a fresh bottle. I don't know what mommy 
and Daddy were having, since they were feeding us, and eating from 
their own plates at the same time.
	When we were done, we were changed once again, I was surprised 
that I was wet, since I don't remember having to pee. Mykal was 
surprised too, that he'd wet. What was happening to us? We were really 
jabbering now, mostly baby talk, and now we peepee without even knowing 
it. The only way I knew I was wet, was the weight and general 
doughiness of the diaper between my legs. Mommy just sticks her finger 
in there and checks to see if its wet in there. Mykal had told me that 
we were going to Daddy's old office, so he could clean out his desk, 
and to say good-bye to some loyal employees. Then he was going to take 
us shopping.
	Several of Daddy's former employees came out of the office to see 
him off, then we went to a large shopping center. We were put into a 
double stroller, just outside of a large baby store, that advertised 
that they "sell baby clothing, no matter how old or big the baby." I 
guessed that, that included us! The sales people were wearing diapers, 
baby pants and onsies! Wow! They were big people too, compared to Mykal 
and me, and Mykal and me just stared at them, then looked at each other 
in astonishment. Mommy and Daddy never explained it to us. Mommy was 
talking to one of them to get us the proper size and type of disposable 
diapers and then the proper types and size of cloth diapers. Then they 
got us out of the strollers and were measuring us in all different 
ways, including some that I thought they might better not touch me, but 
Mommy and daddy were there, and surely they wouldn't allow it if it 
weren't necessary.
	We went out of there with many bags of clothing, diapers, and 
every other kind of baby necessity, and many not. We each had several 
toys, and several new pacifiers, etc. We didn't know what all Mommy and 
daddy put into their carts. We'd both been changed again, as they had 
to remove the old ones to get certain measurements. We were wet again! 
Daddy put all the bags boxes and what not in the back. Both Mykal and 
me had new baby style shoes, and socks, and we were wearing them. Daddy 
said that a lot of stuff the store was going to send to us, and it 
might be waiting for us when we get home.
	We went to the grocery then, and it looked like Mommy was 
emptying all of the shelves of baby food, formulae for the older baby 
and all different kinds of baby cereal. She bought many bottles of and 
kinds of juice, then she and Daddy filled two shopping carts of adult 
type food, one cart was mostly meat for the freezer, plus some other 
frozen foods, and the other had milk, several gallons, and a lot of 
canned goods, plus a lot of vegetables and fruits. Then Mommy and Daddy 
loaded it all in the car, and headed for a large clothing store, where 
both mommy and Daddy bought new clothes for themselves. I never have 
been on such a shopping trip. I know I'm missing something, but let's 
just say that our car was overloaded when we were ready to return home.
	We went to a McDonalds, for lunch, where Mykie and I were allowed 
to play in the play area for at least an hour, while Mommy and Daddy 
rested, had their lunch, then came and got us. They changed us once 
again, this time I went with Daddy, and was changed on the changing 
station in the men's bathroom, and was brought out, and sat on a 
booster seat, like Mykee was already sitting on. Mommy and Daddy got us 
each a happy meal, and fed it to us, putting our pop in some sippy cups 
they had gotten in the baby store. Then we got loaded into the car and 
headed home. I was awfully tired, and fell asleep with a bottle of 
juice half drank. I was awakened, being carried into the house. I 
started awake, and jumped in Daddy's arms a little. "Ah, your awake 
little one! Well, you are in need of a change, Jamie. So is Mykee. 
Mommy and I have been the last ten minutes with the windows open!" I 
could tell that I had a huge load of semi-solid poop in my soaked 
diaper, pushing my legs apart.
	Mommy changed us, gave us each a fresh bottle of juice, and put 
us into the crib to finish our nap.

Part Three

	I awoke to the sight of another crib, just across from me and 
another one right near my head. Who was that for? I moved, bumping 
Mykal accidentally. I had a heavy wad between my legs, I'd wet again! I 
turned and looked at Mykal, who was discovering that he was wet. "Who 
dat foah, Mykee?" I said pointing at the other crib, that was just out 
of his sight. "Wut?" He said, moving over to near me, and seeing the 
other crib. He shrugged, "I dohen no!" "Oh there, they're bein' awake 
Dear!" Mommy said. "I might of guessed it," Mommy said, after checking 
us, "It's bein' another changin' ye'll be needin'." My, where'd Mommy 
come up with the thick Irish brogue? I knew she was Irish, but I never 
heard it so thick. I looked at her, and I could see the lines in her 
face, and her eyes sunken in her head. Mommy's awful tired.
	"Mommy's ti-ud, Mommy!" "Yes Baby, Mommy's tired. Let's get you 
lads changed, and fed, then we'll figure out what to do with this! She 
pointed at my crib. Mommy said, Don't look so frightened Baby! We got 
you a brand new one to match the one we got for Mykal today! We got all 
new furniture to match, just like we got all new clothes to match, and 
on and on!" "Yes Mommy." "Yes, Baby, I'm tired, and so is Daddy, that 
right Daddy?" "Yes, Dear heart, but we're just finishing up!" said 
Daddy's voice, from somewhere outside the room. "Come get our blond son 
changed Honey!" Mom spoke up. "Okay, okay, I'm right here, Dear!" From 
behind us. "How'd you get back there?" "I'm just sneaky, that's how! 
Come on Baby Mykee, let's get cleaned up!" "Yah! Let'th!" said Mykee. 
and we all laughed.
	After we were changed, Mommy and Daddy took apart my old/new 
crib, and put my new crib in it's place, while Mykee and me were 
watching cartoons on the Cartoon channel. Then all of the cartons were 
cleaned out and Mommy and Daddy just sat and rested, occasionally 
playing with us, then laying back for a little bit. Mommy got up, and 
went to the kitchen, and I crawled after. Mommy got out some TV dinners 
for her and Daddy, and had out a couple of the larger baby food jars, 
and a couple of the smaller ones, and just stood there for a couple of 
seconds. I stood up and put my hand around one of her legs, to help me 
stand up. My diaper was that tight. I remembered having done that when 
I was a lot younger, and a real toddler, and was amazed that I was 
still able to do that. A lot had happened in the last twenty-four 
hours, and my world has changed a lot. What has been happening to me to 
make me so much like a real baby? There is something fishy going on. 
Mommy shifts a little and picks me up.
	She carries me on her hip, and puts me in my even newer 
highchair. A new one, because our old/new ones didn't match, but our 
new ones do. I don't know how much more of this Mommy and me can take! 
We're not used to buying, just because we can! I think that a lot of 
that will stop for a little while now. Over on one of the spare kitchen 
chairs, is piled an entire year of school work for Mykal and me, 
including our books and the teachers books. I know that Mykee and me 
won't have school for about three months or so, but I heard Mommy and 
Daddy saying that they would have to study quite a bit in order to 
teach us the work.
	Mommy opened the TV dinners, and put them one at a time in the 
Microwave oven, so it took a while. after she had the first one in the 
oven she picked me up and put me in my new highchair, fastened the 
belts, and snapped in place the tray. Then Mykee came out to see where 
I went, and Mommy picked him up and put him in his new chair. Daddy 
came slouching in, he was very tired too, and sat at his place at the 
table. "Everybody gathers in the kitchen, is that it?" Mommy said with 
a laugh in her voice, even as tired as she was. It had to be close to 
six o'clock, and yet I was tired too. It's been a very busy twenty-four 
hours too! Especially for a baby! Mommy gave the first TV dinner to 
Daddy, Mexican, and heated our baby food just a little, then cooked her 
TV dinner. She stirred the baby food, both jars, and got another can 
out of the cupboard, mashed bananas, and filled a couple of bottles 
with some milk and heated them in a saucepan of hot water on the range, 
and by that time her TV dinner was done. Perfect timing.
	Daddy was done with his dinner, so he was kept busy feeding both 
Mykee and me while Mommy had some time to eat. Mommy had fried chicken, 
and we had chicken and dumplings, strained peas, with mashed bananas 
for dessert. Mommy grabbed me and Daddy grabbed Mykee, and we went to 
sit in the family room and watched the sunset. Me over Mommy's knees 
with her hand on my back and Mykee on Daddy's knees, with his hand on 
Mykees back, both of them patting on our backs lightly with their 
hands, when suddenly out of nowhere, I let out a huge burp, followed by 
a huge fart. Mommy put out a hand and waved it over me. "Pheeew! 
Jamie!" Just about that time Mykee followed suit, with Daddy's turn. 
"Pheeew! Mykee!" and we all had a good laugh, but boy did we stink up 
the air for a bit!
	Mommy finally says, Boy "I can't take any more of this! I know 
it's only seven O'clock boys, but I know you're tired, it's beddie time 
for you, then it's beddie time for Mommy and Daddy." Mommy got up and 
then stooped to pick me up, I let another wet fart, followed by a huge 
soupy bowel movement in my diaper, saying, "Oops! Mommy, I'm sowwy!" 
"Pheeew! You'd better be Baby, because now I have to change you!" Just 
about that time Mykal let loose, and Daddy said, "Ditto here Mommy!" 
"What is this guys? Are you on the same schedule, or wave length, or 
something! PeeeeEEW! Thank the Lord for two changing tables! Boy I 
don't know, Jamie is burning up, Dear, how is Mykal?" "Man! He's pretty 
hot too!" Daddy said. They got busy changing the two of us, me on my 
changing table and Mykal on his new one, both of us with runny 
diarrhea, making a real mess of both of us, and therefore giving our 
parents a real job. We each had a 103 degree temperature.
	Mommy called our pediatrician, who told her to give us some 
medicine or another, and to put Pedialite in our bottles, keeping track 
of our temperatures, and ins and outs; food+water, and urine+feces. 
Mommy had been a nurse at one time. I think I'll let her do the math, I 
don't feel so good anyway. anyway, Mykal spent the next three days 
alternating between pooping and vomiting, then for a while, we just 
didn't feel very much like living, until we finally started feeling 
better. Mommy said that the Doctor told her that we had a virus. Mommy 
told us a story while we were sick, that we don't know whether to 
believe her or not, but considering how we have been reacting, maybe 
it's true.
	Mommy said that the program she and Daddy had put us on were 
designed by a team of Doctors, our psychiatrist, and our Pediatrician 
and his nurse. The facts were, we wanted to be babied, often wet and 
pooped our pants, always wet the bed, and were observed looking at the 
diapers in the diaper aisle, and the diaper ads in magazines, with the 
added obvious reactions in our bodies. At this, both Mykal and me 
blushed.
	She told us how we were each given CD players, with shelves to 
put them above our heads at night, and not given any CDs to put in 
them. We had to acknowledge this, as we had commented to each other 
about it, and the fact that they were fastened down, with only the 
radio part usable by us. Mykals had been moved here with him. Mommy and 
Daddy had been giving us diuretics, laxatives and sleeping medicines, 
prescribed by the Doctors, and playing a special CD at night, to 
hypnotize, us into being babies. The program worked, as it has worked 
for many other children in similar circumstances, and now we are 
totally babies. Toddlers, really, about a fifteen months old, and will 
stay there for a while, with reinforcement for a time.
	So, that's why I seemed to be sliding into babyhood, so easily! 
Mykal too! Neither one of us had much, if any pubic hair to begin with. 
Remember, "Developmentally arrested bodies"! Mykal has told me that he 
never knows when he has to go, and neither do I, it's as if we really 
are a year to fifteen months old! Don't get us wrong, we love it, and 
never want it to change. We get to wet and poop our diapers, and enjoy 
it, talk baby talk, (we have to), in short, be BABIES! We have 
electronic baby mobiles over our cribs, baby rattles, teething rings, 
pacifiers, our ba-bas and blankies! We also have our strollers, 
highchairs, baby food, and diapers.
	We got over our virus, and we still love our diapers, and being 
babies. We don't know how much longer Mommy and Daddy will let this go 
on, but so far there hasn't been any talk of letting us grow up, and 
that's fine with us.

The End.