Diaper Experience Hi, my name is Jack I am 13 now, but my first diaper experience since I was potty-trained happened when I was 6. It all happened when both my mom and dad went on a cruise with my dad's company that lasted a little more than 2 weeks, which even now would seem like an eternity, let alone that happening to a 6-year-old. You may be asking yourself, “Why weren't you going with them?” That’s simple; I couldn't, and neither could any of the other kids. There are some good reasons for this though, such as: 1. It would be a safety risk because one of the kids could fall through the rails 2. The kids might get lost on the islands they would be stopping at to go look around 3. There was no child care on the ship in case the kids wouldn't be able to go to the meetings. So most of the kids would stay with family. It was okay, but I lived in Vermont and my dad's family lived in Michigan and my mom's lived in Florida. So instead I went to my babysitter’s house. I was crying all the way to his house and a whole hour after they left. Its not that I didn't like Tim (that’s my babysitter’s name) I really did like him he was nice, fun, and he was a really cool guy. He was about 15 or 16 when this happened so he was really responsible. And he had the whole house to himself since his parents were going on the same cruise. So after my parents left he started to try and calm me down which took about an hour this usually would have only taken 30 minutes but it was 7:00 in the morning so some of it was just because I was cranky. When I stopped crying it was 8:00 so Tim let me watch Saturday morning cartoons while he quickly whipped up some eggs for the both of us and we watched TV and played until lunch time so I wandered around until lunch was ready I found the door to the extra bedroom and the door was locked when Tim came to get me for lunch I asked him what was the room behind the door for and he told me that it was a nursery which he used for when he babysat real babies. After lunch he made me take a nap. While I took a nap, which lasted some where between 45 minutes to an hour, Tim went to the store, which I didn't really notice seeing as I was a heavy sleeper. That first day was really fun and nothing really happened except I fell asleep on the couch during the movie, so that was the last thing remember of the first day of being at my babysitter’s house. When I woke up the next morning I was extremely confused because I wasn't sleeping on the couch from when I fell asleep during the end credits of the movie, nor was I in a bed or even a cot. For some reason I was in a crib or something like one. That wasn't the only thing in the room or on me for that matter, that was different from the clothes and my surroundings from the night before. I wasn't still in the clothes that I fell asleep in nor was I in my pajamas. Instead I was in what appeared to be a footed sleeper. It was very light blue but not yet baby blue and on the right side was a little blue teddy bear imprinted on it. The next thing I noticed that wasn't the same as last night was that instead of my underwear I was in a really thick diaper that I could see but definitely felt between my legs. As I was looking around I suddenly notice that I was sucking on a pacifier which I know wasn't in my mouth before. Then I noticed the room smelled like baby powder. Then it hit me, I was in a nursery. I had to go to the bathroom really bad so I tried to get out of the crib but it could only be opened by pushing down on a lever that was outside of the crib. As I grew more frantic to get out and use the bathroom my bladder kept filling and filling with liquid until it just poured out into the diaper. At that moment I just froze where I was standing because the diaper started to leak because it was already a little wet from probably getting wet during the night without me remembering about doing it. The pee started to just seep down my leg and puddling at my feet over the waterproof crib mattress. When that happened I just dropped down the pacifier dropping out of my mouth and I started to just cry because I hadn't wet the bed since I was 5 years old. I didn't really expect Tim to hear me because I knew that his room was on the opposite side of the hallway. But I guess he had a baby-monitor in the nursery and the receiver in his room. When he came in he just looked at me as if to start to think about why I had been crying. Then he saw that my sleeper was wet and so was some of the crib. He came over to me picked me right up out of the crib as if I were the size of a real baby (which, to tell you the truth, I wasn't much bigger than a average 3- year-old.) He took me over to a changing table and laid me on it he strapped me down so that I would get of the table and went over to the crib got a towel and wiped it clean. He came back over to me stuck a pacifier in my mouth and in only 3 easy motions had me down to just my pee-soaked diaper which I could now see had been a Pampers dry night large baby diaper that had originally had a blue picture in front with a couple of little babyish designs on it. In less than a minute I was bear-naked and was being cleaned up with a warm baby wipe and then I felt my legs being lifted up like a baby and a new diaper slid under me, taped good and snug, plastic pants going on over the diaper being checked to see if there was a way for a leek, then I was put into a new sleeper and I fell asleep as Tim brought me over to the crib and laid me down so gently that I really felt like a baby for the time being before I fell asleep. And to tell the truth I really liked it. When I awoke again after the little leakage accident Tim was sitting in the rocker next to the crib. When he that I was awake he didn't even bother to ask me if I was wet he just un-buttoned the crotch of my sleeper and put one finger in the plastic pants then into my diaper which he found, to not much of a surprise, that I was wet. He said good morning to me like he normally would, picked me up and repeated what happened last night except he didn't have to clean the crib. He untaped my diaper and cleaned me up, but instead of getting one of the other night time diapers he walked over to the closet. I thought that he might be getting me clothes from my suitcase, but instead he came back with a Pampers size 6 and also overalls with a button up crotch for easy access for diaper changes, and a blue t-shirt. He put the diaper on me after powdering both sides of me with baby powder and then put another pair of plastic pants on me this time they were yellow with Winnie-the-Pooh characters on it. He let me down of the changing table, which I thought he was going to let me get dressed my self but instead he told me to put my arms up so he could put the t-shirt on me then he had me lie down on the floor to help get the overalls on me. When I was dressed we walked downstairs, which felt weird with the diaper on. Tim had me sit in a highchair but let me eat normal food on my own but put my milk in a baby-bottle. During breakfast I asked him how I got into a diaper last night and he just coolly said, "I picked you up when you fell asleep, took you into the nursery put a diaper on you, then a sleeper, and finally into the crib." I asked him why and he answered that he liked taking care of babies so he figured why not turn me into a baby while he was babysitting me. He then added, "There is going to be a few extra things in the rules and stuff.” Like, if I lied to him more than 3-times in one day that there will be a spanking, if I continued to lie then there will be more spankings and pretty soon he would have to use a paddle. And I have to follow the normal rules and also do what he says, of course. When I asked, "Do I have to wear all this babyish stuff in public?" and he said "yes." He noticed the color in my face fade away he quickly reassured me in saying, "If you see any of your friends or something to tell me so I can try to avoid them, or if they spot you I'll just say that you are my baby cousin and that I probably just looked like whoever they knew." And so the day started out pretty slow until Tim decided to take me to the mall, but one that was pretty far away just to make sure that no one I knew would be there. I don't think that I had mentioned that Tim not only had his own car but had his driver’s license as well. Before we left the house Tim checked to see if my diaper needed to be changed, packed the diaper bag, which he two of one was blue. That’s the one he's using for me and any other baby boy that he babysat and the other pink for the girls. He packed as many diapers, plastic pants and baby wipes as he could which was a lot, and also two changes of clothes that looked a lot like the ones I was wearing just in case. With all the stuff packed, including a binky (pacifier), and a stroller. He asked me if I wanted to try and walk to the car on my own or if I wanted him to carry me. I thought about it and remembered how hard it was to walk down the steps and I told him that I wanted him to carry me to the car. When we got to the car Tim put me in a car seat then put a special child lock on the buckle so that I couldn't get out without the key which of course was with the other keys on his key ring that also went to the lock on the stroller, and he put the child safety lock on the door and window. And with that we were off to the mall. While we were going to the mall I felt a small cramp in my stomach that I could feel was getting worse by the minute it had only been one hour and a half since we left the house. I called out to Tim that I had to go to the bathroom. He answered with "You’re wearing your bathroom, just pee in it and you'll feel a lot better." This didn't really thrill me so I said "But Tim, it’s not #1 its #2." At this Tim began to head towards a rest stop. I made it to the parking lot but I wasn't really sure how much longer I could hold it in for so I yelled to Tim to hurry. Tim rushed to the back seat but had dropped the keys on the ground which only added to my doubt of being able to make it. Right as Tim turned the key to open the buckles on the car seat it was like he turned the key to open up my bowels. Poop flooded into my diaper and because I was still sitting down at the time it smushed up against my butt. It was the first time I had messed my pants since I was potty- trained and I didn't like it. I started to cry wicked bad and Tim must have realized what happened without having to ask, so when reached to pick me up out of the car seat he also reached for the diaper bag and he started walking towards the special diaper changing room with the diaper bag in one arm and a wailing me in the other. No one really noticed or cared about this because it was probably what most people expected from a baby, but if only they knew that this "baby" was really a 6 year-old in diapers and his babysitter who put them on him. Then I wonder what they would think of it whatever it is I hope I don't have to find out. To my surprise getting cleaned up after messing my diaper in public didn't feel too bad. There was a father with a boy that looked to be 5 or 6 like me that was getting changed right next to me. Tim asked the father where they were headed. The father said they were coming up from Massachusetts going to Canada for a family reunion. When the man saw the look on Tim's face he quickly told him in a sort of whisper that his sometimes had accidents in the day time and also would usually wet where ever he fell asleep so you can see what would happen with an 8 year-old going all that way. After I was done getting changed Tim picked me up and brought me out to the buckled me in then we were off. It was only 1 and 1/2 hours until we would reach the mall, but I fell asleep. When I awoke I was in the mall in a stroller. I wriggled around trying to see what was happening we seemed to be in a baby supply store when I looked up at Tim he said "Hello sleepy head" in a sort of baby talk kind of way. And like last night he got me from a car-seat to a stroller into the mall by using my one weakness against me. I'm a heavy sleeper and he is so gentle with me just like I was a real baby with a fragile little body. Which I guess is how he makes it so that no one would get suspicious.
While in the mall I started to feel a little hungry so I asked Tim when lunch time was he said that I could eat in an hour. I thought to myself and said that would be great. We left the baby supply store with a new pack of diapers and some other babyish supplies. We started to go to the other side of the mall to JC Penney's because I guess Tim wanted to get me some new baby clothes. But as luck would have it we bumped into my friend Tom and Jerry and their mom of course Mrs. Johnson, Tom and Jerry's mom she started to comment on how cute I was, but Tom was the first to think of the similarity between normal me and the new baby me. He asked me if it was really me and so to protect myself from getting found out I started to act as best I could and it almost fooled him but not quite. Tim, seeing how close I was to being found out, quickly asked in that little voice in between baby-talk and how they really talk asked, "Who does my baby cousin remind you of?" And Tom, being so sure of himself, said, "My friend Jack Smith" and Tim answered with "you almost got his name right but his name is Jack Dobb, and added that I was his Aunt Mary and Uncle Josh dobb's baby boy." At this Tom bought it because he trusted adults and Tim was the closest person to an adult there, save his own mother. After that they left and we continued on. All and all Tim bought a new very soft baby teddy bear for me to look more like a baby in public or to sleep with at his house, 3 new baby outfits all with snap crotches and some new baby bottles. At lunch he started to mix regular milk, baby formula, and an odd powder that turned out to be a special laxative. When I asked why he was putting that in he said "it will make it easier for me to go poo, and it make the poop a little waterier so that it would be easier for him to clean up my messy diapers and it lasts for 24 hours and I will have it everyday." And with that he mixed it and warmed it a little. He held the baby bottle in one hand, and held me like a baby in the other and if you were wondering if warm milk does in fact make most little kids fall asleep, it does for me. And then I went to sleep so I didn't know what happened what happened between when I fell asleep and when I woke up. After I awoke from that very oddly pleasant bottle feeding I noticed that I was in the stroller heading to the car but I did see someone that I had never seen before in my life and he was putting in a car seat when he finished Tim handed him some money then he picked me up and set me in the car seat. I must have looked a lot like a baby because the man commented on how cute I was with that face of mine. After I was in the car and strapped in Tim drove off so I asked him what was going on and he said that he decided to buy a car seat for me because the ones that he had for the other babies before me were ruined and some people might think he was crazy letting a "baby" sit in just the seat itself. He also gave me another rule that I had to follow an it was that since he might be talking to a grown-up or someone and if I needed to get a change really badly to just cry in order to keep suspicions low because I almost got caught by my friend. While we were driving home I asked him if he knew if they didn't know about me being in diapers while I was staying with him and he said that they kind of like the idea of me being a baby while they were gone. He also said that it was their idea to let me be a baby again. About half way home the laxative really started to work because I had diarrhea and I also wet my diaper a lot. It became too unbearable and I started to bawl my eyes out we were sort of in the more wooded part of the drive and there weren't any other cars coming so upon hearing how distressed I sounded. Tim pulled over to the breakdown lane got out opened the back and got me while he was searching for the stuff he needed to change my diaper he started to calm me down by bouncing me a little in his arm and started to sing the lullaby that I used to when I was 3 and couldn't fall asleep. Amazingly it did come me down and when was calm he had gotten all the stuff that he needed out he laid me down on a portable changing pad that he had bought and stuck a pacifier in my mouth and changed me while still singing to me. We got home and the rest of the time I was there went pretty much the same and I can't wait till the next time I am babysat by Tim.