Summary: Boy gets caught trying to b a baby again by his mother. His 
mother starts treating him unwilling like the baby he wanted to play 
like. He tries to tell her he wants to be a big boy but she doesn't 
listen.

                              WHEN IT ALL STARTED

	When I was nine years old we lived way out in the country. My 
brother Jimmy was just a baby at twenty-eight months old, still doing 
baby things. I envied him so much I would sneak his bedtime bottle 
after mom diapered me and tucked me in for the night. I was still 
wetting the bed at night, so to keep the bed and sheets dry mom 
diapered me just like Jimmy. Jimmy and I slept in the same double bed. 
He slept against the wall so he would not fall out and get hurt. His 
bedtime was at 8:00; my bedtime was 9:00. He was asleep when I came to 
bed so he never saw mom diaper me. After mom left the room I would take 
Jimmy�s bottle so I could start to suck an almost full bottle. He never 
drank that much, just about an ounce, and he was asleep.
	I would finish the bottle before falling asleep. Once an awhile 
it would still be in my mouth when I woke up. No one ever caught me 
sucking his bottle at night or with it still in my mouth in the 
morning. Jimmy likes his pacifier, too. He always had a binkie in his 
mouth if he was not eating. One night after I finished the bottle I put 
his binki against his mouth and he began it suck it even though he was 
still asleep. I thought it must be good if he does it in his sleep. So 
I looked on the nightstand for one of his extra binkies. I knew Jimmy 
had a lot of them so it would be easy to find one. I found one in a 
tray with a string and clip so I clipped it on my pajamas and started 
to suck on it.
	After sucking on the pacifier for just minutes I found out why 
Jimmy likes his binkie so much, it relaxed me so much. I quickly fell 
asleep. The next morning mom caught me sucking the pacifier clipped to 
my pajamas with the bottle on my side of the bed. Jimmy woke up and saw 
that I was sucking his binkie he grinned and giggled. I spit it out and 
tried to explain but mom just ignored it like it was normal for a nine-
year-old to be sucking a pacifier. Mom checked Jimmy�s diaper and said, 
�You�re dry again; you are getting to be a big boy.�
	Without checking, mom said, �Let�s get Donny out of his wet 
diaper so we can eat breakfast.� Jimmy just watched as mom removed a 
soaked diaper and put a pair of Pull-ups on me for the day as normal. 
Mom said, �Only if you wake up dry can you wear regular underpants. If 
you�re wet mom makes you wear Pull-ups.� On the way to eat breakfast 
Jimmy wet his diaper I could see the yellow spreading on the front of 
it as mom put him in his booster seat and fastened his seat belt but 
mom did not say a word.
	I sat in my booster seat without fastening my belt. I would not 
fall out. I was a big boy, not a baby like Jimmy. Mom put a bib around 
Jimmy�s neck and sat his cereal in front of him. He started to feed 
himself, making a mess of the table and his bib. I ate my cereal neatly 
without the mess. Soon after we started to eat I smelled poop. Jimmy 
made a mess in his diaper while we sat at the table. Now mom has two 
messes caused by Jimmy-- one on the table and bib; one in his diaper.
	�Jimmy is just a baby,� mommy says. �He will learn fast and will 
be just like me, neat and clean at the table.�
	I wish I could do the things Jimmy does and not get into trouble. 
If I made a mess like Jimmy I would get spanked and made to stay in my 
room for an hour. Even it I spilled a crumb of food on the table I 
would be punished. Jimmy has a lot more fun than me. He doesn�t have to 
pick up his toys or try to stay clean when he plays. He doesn�t have to 
go to the potty to pee or poop; he just does it when he wants to.
	Mom took Jimmy for his morning bath. She told me to clean up the 
mess on the table and get dressed so I can go out side and play. I 
finished the cleanup, got dressed for play, walked into the bathroom to 
see a very messy wet diaper on the floor with a lot of used wipes. I 
told mom I was going out to the barn to play.
	I wish I could be like Jimmy. He has it so good. Mommy takes care 
of him all the time, making sure he is happy. Jimmy doesn�t have to use 
the potty or stay clean all the time. He can be messy and not get into 
trouble. I climbed up into the hayloft where all the baby nursery 
furniture was stored. Since Jimmy is sleeping in a bed with me he 
doesn�t need a crib, and he is eating in a booster seat, so he doesn�t 
need a highchair. All the other toddler things are stored up in the old 
hayloft. I had been setting it all up so I could play baby my nursery 
that I made myself. I finished it yesterday. Now I can start playing 
baby. I had so much fun for the next few hours in the crib, then in the 
highchair, then the playpen, being careful not to latch the highchair 
tray or the crib rail. They are to hard to work for me. I was having so 
much fun. Then mom called me in to eat lunch. I had used the training 
potty I used when I was a toddler so I would not have to go into the 
house and stop my baby playtime.
	I played in the hayloft every morning for about three weeks with 
no one finding out my secret. I played with baby toys in the playpen, 
sucked my binkie all the time just like Jimmy played in the crib. It 
was almost as good as being a real baby but I did not have diapers. I 
wish I could have diapers just like a real baby.
	Then I explored the loft more. I went deeper to where I have 
never been. I found a box with white cloth things that had Curity 
printed in blue on them. At the bottom of the box I found another box 
that had �Curity diapers 47� X 27�� printed on it. There were big 
safety pins and big plastic pants in the bottom of the box, too. It was 
a gold mine to me. The box had instructions on the back on how to 
diaper a baby with cloth diapers.
	Just as I found my prize mom called me in for lunch. I would have 
to wait until later to wear them. After lunch mom told me to take a 
bath and stay with Jimmy when he finishes his nap so we can go 
shopping. I took my bath and put the clothes mom had laid out for me to 
wear shopping, including my Pull-ups with no pants to cover my training 
pants. I played with a few of Jimmy�s trucks and cars quietly in the 
family room.
	Mom checked Jimmy�s diaper, finding it clean and dry. She removed 
it and sat him on his new training potty where he promptly peed and a 
few minutes later I heard him fart. Mom said, �What a big boy we have 
here!� She told me to look at what Jimmy did; he pooped and peed in the 
potty like a big boy. Mom was so happy she put a pair of my Pull-ups on 
him, making him so happy, too.
	She told Jimmy to tell her when he needs to pee and Donny (that�s 
me) will take him to pee in the potty and be a big boy like Donny. 
Jimmy was so happy to be like me. We were both dressed in tee shirts 
and Pull-ups. Jimmy pointed at my Pull-up then pointed at his Pull-up 
and grinned and giggled. Mom handed me my summer shorts to hide my 
Pull-up. She watched Jimmy and I pull up our shorts we were now dressed 
the same we look like twins but I was a few inches taller. I was quite 
upset I did not want to be dressed like a toddler out in public. I 
forgot to use the potty before leaving the house to go shopping. 
Halfway to the store I told mommy I have to pee. Mom said, �big boys 
know to use the potty before they leave the house,� she told me. She 
thought that I was a big boy and should have used the potty before we 
left the house without being reminded. She told me to hold it until we 
get there. Ten minutes later we were pulling into the parking lot with 
me wetting my Pull-up. I wet just a little, thinking mom would not find 
out.
	Mom checked Jimmy�s Pull-up, saying, �Still dry? What a big boy 
he is!� Jimmy said, �Yes, mommy, me big boy.� Mom put Jimmy in the cart 
seat then picked me up to put me in the cart basket. Mom checked my 
Pull-up out of habit as she released my seat belt on my booster seat. 
She felt my Pull-up squish, then did a quick check to see if her 
suspicion was right. Sure enough, I had wet my Pull-up.
	Mom said, �Shame on you, Donny. You peed your pants. We are going 
to have to get you changed now.� I thought she would just give me 
another pair of Pull-ups. Mom laid me in the back of our SUV on a 
changing mat where mom pulled down my pants to my knees and tore my 
Pull-up off like it was a diaper. I started crying hard so she put a 
pacifier in my mouth to keep me quiet. I started to suck it without 
thinking mom had a diaper under me powdering my bottom pulling it up 
between my legs taping it in place just like a baby. She stood me up, 
pulled my wet shorts in place and told Jimmy, �this is what happens to 
babies that wet their pants.�
	I asked mom, �What about the big wet spots? Everyone will see 
me.� Mom said that I should have thought about that before I wet my 
pants like a baby. We went into the store to buy our food and things. I 
had to hold the side of the cart like a little boy. Mommy did not trust 
me yet. When we started to walk down the baby aisle mom looked at the 
diapers then at me. She asked me if I was going to be a big boy or a 
baby. Jimmy said he was a big boy not a baby, he don�t need diapers. 
Mom looked at me I said that I was not a baby. I did not need the 
diapers. So mom picked up a Jumbo package of Pull-ups and handed them 
to me to put in the cart. She told me I was wearing the last diaper at 
our house so I would be wearing these Pull-ups to bed from now on.
	I quickly put the package in the cart and we headed to the 
checkout. Jimmy said he needed to pee so mom stopped at the restrooms 
lifted him out of the cart and told me to take him to the potty. I lead 
him to a stall he pulled down his pants sat on the potty where he peed 
and pooped like a big boy should. When we returned to mom she asked me 
if Jimmy was a big boy. Jimmy said. Me pee pee and poo-pooed in the 
potty. Mom smiled and said, �Looks like we have a real big boy here 
now!�
	My pants still had visible wet spots showing that mom ignoredm 
saying now I have two big boys. Then why do I fell like a baby wearing 
a diaper bulging out under my wet pants. We walked to the car mom put 
me in Jimmy�s car seat saying she did not want me getting the cloth in 
my booster wet with my wet pants they were not done drying out for some 
reason I must have really soaked them. We went to McDonald�s for lunch 
Jimmy sat next to me in a booster seat we ate our Happy Meal.
	A friend of mom�s came to our table to talk she looked at me 
sitting at the table and asked when did Donny go back it diapers. I did 
not know you could tell I was wearing diapers until then. Mom told her 
that I had an accident this morning and did not have anything else for 
me to wear. She said that Jimmy looks like the big boy not wearing 
diapers. Mom said he has not had and accident in three days. Jimmy is 
going to be wearing regular underpants tomorrow.
	We finished our lunch and were on our way home I sat in the baby 
seat thinking what has happened to me today being put back in diapers 
again. When we got home mom unpacked the groceries while Jimmy and I 
played.
	Just before lunch I told mom I need to go potty she told me to go 
ahead a go I am a big boy and don�t have to tell her every time I need 
to go. I told her what about my diaper she told me to take it off and 
throw it away. I had an idea why just throw away a clean dry diaper so 
I went to play more with Jimmy and while playing I soaked the diaper. 
Wetting my diaper while playing was so much fun and no one knew I was 
doing it.
	Mom called us to eat dinner an hour later after I forgot about my 
wet diaper. Mom sniffed the air and checked Jimmy. Finding him dry, she 
just let it go. I knew she was looking for something so when we 
finished dinner I ran to the bathroom to remove my wet diaper. I put a 
Pull-up on because that is the only underwear I could find I threw the 
wet diaper in the full trash can in the bathroom. Now I could take the 
full can to our burning barrel when I take the one from the kitchen so 
no one would find out what I did.
	That night mom told me that my bedtime is the same time as 
Jimmy�s until I stopped wetting my bed like a baby. I watched mom dress 
Jimmy in cloth underwear and pajamas then he watched me pull on my 
Pull-up and pajamas. Jimmy giggled saying, �me a big boy� as mom handed 
him his bedtime bottle. He laid down sucking his bottle as I got in 
bed, too. Mom tucked us in for the night. Jimmy fell asleep quickly so 
I was able to take his bottle and satisfy my need for a bottle, too. I 
fell asleep just as the bottle emptied leaving it still in my mouth 
when mom came in the room in the morning. She quietly woke Jimmy so he 
could see me too. I woke to Jimmy�s giggles.
	I watched as mom told Jimmy to remove his pajamas and underwear 
and handed him new underwear and clothes he dressed himself with very 
little help from mom. Then mom removed my pajamas and wet Pull-up then 
started to wipe my bottom with a baby wipe put baby powder on my 
bottom. She handed me a fresh Pull-up and told me top get dressed and 
come to eat breakfast. I felt so ashamed that my baby brother is out of 
Pull-ups and I have to still wear them. After I ate breakfast I decided 
to go to my nursery in the loft where I was not ashamed to be a baby.
	When I climbed the ladder I remembered the cloth diapers I found. 
I need to see if they fit me if I could figure out how to put them on. 
I climbed onto the changing table and started to try to put one of the 
diapers on and just about fell off so I fastened the strap across my 
chest securing me from falling off. It took me about a half hour 
pinning and re-pinning my diaper until I got it right. I unfastened the 
strap and climbed off the changing table grabbed a pair of plastic 
pants.
	I climbed into the playpen and started to play with the baby toys 
forgetting about being ashamed of mom showing Jimmy what a big baby I 
was. I felt the need to pee so I let it out the cloth quickly soaked up 
the small amount of pee I needed to let out. I continued to play then 
mom called me to eat lunch. I jumped out of the playpen removed my wet 
plastic pants and diaper put it into the diaper pail I found and ran to 
eat lunch.
	I started doing this every morning because after noon I had to 
play with Jimmy for the rest of the day. I found that Jimmy only need 
to pee two or three times a day while I need to pee four or five maybe 
six times a day and once before bedtime. That must be why he stopped 
wetting the bed. He can hold more pee longer than me maybe if I could 
hold more I would be dry at night, too.
	I tried to hold more but ended up wetting my Pull-ups and mom was 
getting mad telling me I was going to be put back into diapers if it 
happens once more. So I limited my wetting to the times I was in my 
nursery. Two weeks of wet diapers in the diaper pail and one that I 
messed in by accident was filling it up. I started to put them on the 
floor of the loft I was so use to the smell I did not smell them. Mom 
came to the barn to get something I don�t know what and started looking 
for where the smell was coming from. She climbed the ladder and found 
my nursery all set up.
	Jimmy was napping I was playing in the play yard mom decided she 
would show me how to be a baby if that is what I wanted. She called 
grandma to see if she would watch us for the rest of the day. So Jimmy 
and I went to grandma�s for the afternoon we left our house at 2:00 
that left mom four hours to do what she had planned.
	Mom spent all afternoon bringing my nursery all down from the 
loft where she set the crib and changing table in our bedroom replaced 
the double bed with a racecar bed for Jimmy. The playpen she set in the 
family room the highchair in the kitchen. While she was sitting up the 
nursery she washed all the diapers and plastic pants I had wet in for 
the last two weeks. She folded my clean fresh smelling cloth diapers 
stacking them under the changing table next to my fresh smelling 
plastic pants. She put all my new toddler style clothes in a nursery 
painted dresser she was now ready for her new baby boy.
	When Jimmy and I got home I asked if I could play outside for a 
while I did not want to go in the house now. Mom told me okay but to 
stay in the play yard and not to leave it. I was a good boy and never 
disobeyed my mom I played with the toys just like I was a four-year-old 
not a nine-year-old I was having so much fun sliding, swinging and 
playing in the sand. It was summertime there was NO SCHOOL at 7:00PM it 
was still quite hot outside all the clothes I was wearing were my Pull-
ups. Living way out in the country has its advantage no one would see 
me wearing baby clothes I did not care it was better than getting all 
hot and sweaty. Mom called me in to eat dinner so I got up from the 
sand and ran to eat dinner. I also need to poop and pee I have been 
holding it back while I played I was having so much fun playing to go 
use the potty. While I was playing mom had plenty of time to tell Jimmy 
what was going to happen to me so he would not be scared when it did.
	I walked into the kitchen I saw the highchair from my nursery 
then my heart sank I knew mom must have found my nursery. Mom came to 
the kitchen told me to get in the highchair NOW since that is where I 
must want to be. She said she saw my nursery and how I have been using 
all the baby things. I started to cry and plead my case to mom. I said. 
Mommy I am sorry I would not do it any more I am sorry as I climbed in 
the seat I said I don�t want to be a baby I was just playing. Mom 
fastened the seat belt from behind out of my reach followed by the 
tray.
	Mom and Jimmy left the room leaving me sitting in the chair after 
about fifteen minutes I tried to get out of the chair but the tray was 
somehow lock in place and the seat belt was out of my reach. I started 
to kicked and screamed like a two year old I thought I could kick the 
chair apart. I needed to pee real badly now so I started to yell and 
scream I need to go potty but no one came. I was mad so I decided to 
show her I was telling the truth about me needing the potty I want to 
mess just a little just enough that mom would know I meant what I said. 
But just a small amount of poop went into my Pull-up a small amount of 
pee started out the all the sudden I lost all control of myself big 
time. All the poop and pee I was holding came out losing control 
wetting and messing at the same time.
	I quieted down after my deed was done sitting in my highchair in 
my wet and messy Pull-up. It did feel sort of good every time I moved 
the poop squished around. Fifteen minutes after I messed myself Jimmy 
came in the room and yelled to mommy baby has poopy he stinks, too. I 
lost it my baby brother just called me the baby and started to cry real 
hard as mom came in running to the room. Mom said. Mommy will make it 
all better. Mom said. But first we need to eat our dinner. Mom put a 
bib around my neck and started to feed me baby food after three jars of 
food and one jar of baby food peaches. I looked like a baby as I had a 
messy face and bib because all the squirming I was doing to get away.
	When mom finished my dinner I was a real mess all over food on my 
face and poop on my bottom mom carried me to a warm bath to get me all 
cleaned up. Before getting in the tub mom cleaned most of the food from 
my face with a washcloth before she cleaned the poop off my butt. I was 
given a warm bath by mom with Jimmy helping until she thought I was 
nice and clean. I was left to play in the tub while mom with Jimmy 
helping got my night diaper ready for me. I played trying to forget 
that I had messed my pants like a toddler in front of my little 
brother.
	Mom dried me off and carried to the changing table where she put 
a very thick cloth diaper on me much thicker than I ever thought it 
could be. I told mom I did not want to wear diapers any more as she 
pulled my plastic pants over my thick diaper. After being diapered she 
dressed me in a thin-footed sleeper that zipped up the back it was my 
old dinosaur sleepers that were to big for me two years ago. After I 
was dress for bed she put me in the crib and put a bottle to my lips. I 
realized she brought everything down from my nursery I started to suck 
as she held not letting me hold it just before it was empty I fell 
asleep. Mom replaced the bottle with a pacifier relaxing me even more. 
She told Jimmy his bedtime is now 8:30 he is a big boy and can sleep in 
the soft big boy bed with out a baby plastic sheet that we use for baby 
bedwetters. His new bed was a racecar with a twin size mattress in it 
and Scooby Doo sheet set. It was soft and warm so comfy.
	The next morning Jimmy climbed out of his racecar bed went to the 
potty after he woke up getting more praise from mommy. Mom started to 
change my soaked diaper through my sleeper snap crotch. She dressed me 
in a slightly thinner daytime diaper it was still much thicker than the 
one I had been using in my loft nursery. She left the room, leaving me 
in the crib so I started to get out like I did in the loft but the 
sleeper would not let me straighten my legs and stand up or climb so I 
had to wait on someone to get me out I was helpless. I started to cry 
let me out mom came in handed me a bottle and told me breakfast was not 
ready yet she would let me out when it is. I started to suck the bottle 
mom left me alone I tried to remove the nipple from the bottle but 
could no so because I was so hungry I started to drink my bottle like a 
toddler should. Ten minutes later mom came in the room put me on the 
floor she told me she was not going to carry me around all the time. 
She told me told me to crawl to the kitchen.
	I had to crawl like a baby to the kitchen. I was now feeling the 
need to poop as mom put me in the highchair. I told mom I need to poop. 
She just ignored me, putting the tray in place getting me ready for 
breakfast. She put cut-up pancakes on the tray without a plate or 
anything to eat with. She told me to eat up baby Donny or I would not 
get out of the chair. I started to pick up the pancakes with my fingers 
getting my hands and face all messy. I was just about done when I could 
not hold my poop longer. I thought I could poop just a little and stop 
not making more of a mess. I started letting out a small amount of soft 
poop then I lost all control again just like last night I loaded my 
diaper with a full load of soft poop followed by pee it happened so 
fast I was shocked how fast it was over.
	Jimmy said, �He smells poopy!� Mommy said, �Yes, babies poop when 
they eat. So when we finish breakfast we need to change the baby.� 
Jimmy asked if he could help. Mom said, �Okay, I can show you how cloth 
diapers are used.� She handed me a bottle and told me to finish it 
before I get my diaper changed. Jimmy watched me finish my bottle.
	Mom carried me to the changing table and strapped me down as I 
started to kick and cry. �I don�t want to be a baby. I am a big boy.� I 
told mom she made me do it because she would not let me out of the 
highchair to go potty, so it was her fault, not mine.� I told mom I was 
a big boy and did not need diapers I told her I could prove it. too. 
After she cleaned me up I started to kick her every time she brought 
the diaper near me. She finally gave in saying she will test me but if 
I have just one daytime accident I will go back to full-time diapers 
and wear them every where we go, I agreed.
	Mom handed me take another bottle while she got me dressed in big 
boy clothes. I sucked the bottle because it was so relaxing while she 
cleaned my mess up. Mom put baby powder and baby smelling cream all 
over me she dressed me in the same color and style of clothes as Jimmy 
we looked like twins but I was three inches taller. The Pull-up cause a 
slight bulge around my pants that Jimmy�s pants did not have. Mom told 
me we were going to go to the zoo today. I love to go to the zoo. It 
was so much fun to me all the things to see and food to eat. The zoo 
was an hour away about, the max for me to hold pee.
	I was in so much pain when we got to the zoo. I was in need to 
pee so much but I made it just like a big boy should. The whole day was 
fun for both Jimmy and me. We had eaten and drank so much junk food we 
were tired when we got back to the car. Halfway home I told mom I need 
the potty we were on the freeway with no exit near. Mom told me I had 
to hold it to stay a big boy but the more I tried to hold it the wetter 
I became. I knew I was in trouble now as I was as soaked as any un-
potty trained toddler could be. Jimmy said. Mommy Donny has wet his 
pants I can see him. Mom asked me, Donny did you just go in your pants 
you know if you did your back in diapers. I started to cry and scream 
so loudly mom handed Jimmy a pacifier that he put in my mouth. I refuse 
the binki at first then after a few more tries Jimmy had it in my mouth 
I started to suck it. The pacifier was so relaxing within ten minutes I 
was asleep.
	I was always a very sound sleeper and so just carried me into the 
house where she removed my wet clothes changed my diaper then put me in 
my crib. It was only 3:30. After my nap I woke up at 5:00 in my crib 
with a wet diaper crying for mom to let me out. Jimmy and mom came in 
the bedroom to see what was the matter I told mom it was her fault she 
did not stop and let me pee in the potty. Mom said. Jimmy had no 
problem staying dry so why didn�t you stay dry like him. I just 
whimpered as she changed my soaked diaper mom told me she will potty 
train me when she thinks I am ready for the potty but right now you are 
just a diaper baby. I cried as mom changed my diaper for a triple thick 
night diaper making it very hard for me to walk without falling down.
	Mom let me out of my crib and told me to go play with Jimmy. All 
I was wearing was a very thick cloth diaper and plastic pants. I had to 
crawl to the playroom where Jimmy was playing with his cars and trucks. 
Jimmy did not giggle when he saw me because I was just a real baby now 
not his big brother. I crawled over to where he was playing to help him 
build a Lego tower but he started to cry stop, stop. Mom picked me up 
and put ME in the playpen saying babies play here not with the big 
boys. I cried to mom but I am the big boy I am not a baby Jimmy should 
play in here. Mom told me to stand up and get out then if I was so big. 
I stood up and tried to climb out of the playpen as soon as I had my 
leg in the air to swing it over the rail I fell down on my diapered 
butt. My diapers were so thick I could not get over the rail I had to 
stay in the playpen now until mom lifted me out. Jimmy could play with 
all my toys without me stopping him. I could play with his old toys 
without Jimmy interfering. But all his toys were for toddlers like ABC 
blocks Play-School baby toys and toddler toys they were not fun at 
first but the more I played with them the more fun I had. Soon I forgot 
where I was and started giggle like a real toddler.
	Mom picked me up to check my diaper at 7:00 I had wet a little 
but I was not that wet. I asked mom where she was taking me. Mom said. 
It was time for me to take a bath and wash my diapered butt. I said mom 
this is not fare Jimmy goes before me. Mom said diaper boys are first 
no how but they are and you are the only diaper boy. I said. Mommy you 
had me wet my diaper I could not get out of the playpen and go potty. 
Mom asked. Did Jimmy use the potty? Jimmy stays dry for more than two 
hours. Can you stay dry that long? I started to cry mom was ready with 
a pacifier in my mouth it went.
	I knew I was in trouble I need to pee all the time what am I 
going to do now. Sucking on my pacifier mom removed my wet diaper and 
put me in the warm water. Mom started to bathe me just like she did 
Jimmy when we took our baths together. I asked mom. Why don�t Jimmy 
need a bath too? She told me little boys that don�t wet themselves only 
need a bath every two days not every day. The bath was nice and warm as 
mom washed me all over for the first time in years I tried to help but 
she was in control after mom washed my hair she told me to play in the 
tube until she gets me out.
	I played with the bath toys that ringed the tub forgetting it was 
bedtime for me. Mom walked in the bathroom lifted me out of the tub 
drying me off in a big fluffy warm towel. Then mom carried me to my 
bedroom to put me on my changing table to pin a waiting bedtime diaper 
on me. She pulled my plastic pants in place followed by a new sleeper 
that zipped up the back but was bigger than my old one. It was nursery 
print baby boy looking like it belonged on a baby not a nine-year-old.
	I found myself in the crib and again could not raise my legs over 
the rail of the crib side and the rail was now at my chin. I was 
standing holding the side looking out like I was two years old 
whimpering with a pacifier in my mouth. Mom left the room with me 
standing waiting on her to return. Ten minutes later mom came in 
holding my bedtime bottle for some reason I was suddenly overjoyed and 
started to bounce up and down. Mom told me lay down. I let my pacifier 
drop out of my mouth it fell to the end of its string. I laid down and 
mom put my bottle in my mouth I started to suck it and hold it in 
place. Just before I emptied it I was asleep so my removed my bottle 
and put my pacifier to my lips and I started to suck it just like I did 
to Jimmy last month.
	Jimmy came to bed later while I was asleep not waking me sleeping 
in his nice soft comfy racecar no plastic crinkle just soft warm cloth. 
The next morning Jimmy woke went to the potty just like a big boy. He 
returned to our room removed his pajamas to dress himself in his play 
clothes that mom had set out for him. He was all dressed by the time 
mom came to wake us up. She was so proud of him she told him to let me 
sleep while they ate breakfast.
	Twenty minutes I woke with a need to poop very badly I started to 
stand up but as I moved poop started its way into my diaper. I stated 
to cry very loudly mom came in to see what happened Jimmy was right 
behind her. Mom picked me up and hugged me as I quieted. Mom carried me 
to the kitchen put me in my highchair. Still whimpering I was placed in 
my highchair where mom let Jimmy feed me my oatmeal.
	After my breakfast mom told Jimmy baby Donny needs another bath 
he pooped his diaper last night and look how messy his face is. I tried 
to tell mom it was her fault but she had my pacifier in my mouth too 
quickly. Mom carried me to the bathroom started to get the water ready 
for me. While the water was running mom removed my sleeper and plastic 
pants leaving me in just a stinky wet diaper. My diaper was unpinned 
and it fell to the floor. Jimmy said. Only real babies poop in their 
diaper right mommy. Mom said. Yes only real babies poop in their 
diapers.
	Mom cleaned up my messy butt with a washcloth out of the sink 
then lifted me in the tub to she washed me off just like last night I 
was not allowed to help no matter how much I tried. I was told to play 
while she got my play clothes ready. I thought at first she was going 
to give me back my big boy status. Until she came in dried my off in a 
warm fluffy towel wrapping me in it when she finished. Mom walked me to 
my bedroom where she put me on my changing table and quickly diapered 
me. I tried to talk with my pacifier in my mouth but mom shushed me. 
Mom dressed me in some funny looking clothes until they were on I did 
not realize they were just like a baby romper with BIG BIRD on the 
front.
	I look in the mirror when she finished I looked like one of the 
kids at daycare in the baby class. I knew that because I was one of the 
only older kids that was allowed to help the teachers out. I started to 
remove my clothes but mom had my hand leading me to the car. I realized 
I was going to daycare with Jimmy. Mom grabbed a large bag that had 
DIAPERS printed on it I knew what it was for. I whimpered just a little 
sucking my pacifier hard to keep from crying like a baby. I was on my 
way to daycare dressed like a baby hoping I would not have to go to my 
old class. I was so scared I wet my diaper without knowing.
	At daycare mom led me to the baby class where I was so happy that 
the other kids would not see me in diapers. I started to play 
forgetting where I was until lunchtime. Before we eat lunch each kid�s 
diaper has to be checked to see if he is dry. If the kid is dry he sits 
on the potty for five minutes. If the kid is wet or messy they change 
his diaper. When everyone is done with diaper, potty time one by one 
each kid is sat in a highchair.
	They let me feed myself MORE BABY FOOD I am so tired of baby food 
but I was hungry so I ate it dropping just a little on my bib and tray. 
They told me to do better next time and I get to sit at the little 
table that Billy was sitting at eating big boy food. They said after a 
week with no spots on my bib or tray I graduate to big boy eater. They 
handed me a bottle I was thirsty so I started to suck as I sucked the 
need to poop came hard and fast so I let it out with out thinking. My 
diaper was wet and messy just like most of the other kids sitting in 
their highchairs.
	I was just like a toddler in less the two days I lost all my big 
boy status no big boy clothes no big boy toys no big boy freedom. I was 
just like the baby I was trying to become in the loft. What will happen 
when school starts in two months? How can I get potty trained? If I 
can�t hold pee for more than an hour. How can I get a big boy bed like 
Jimmy�s if I still wet the bed. How can I get out of my highchair if I 
keep spilling food on my bib. I want my big boy status back but it is 
so hard to remember to hold my pee and poop not spill food and not pee 
when I sleep.

WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

	It has been three months since mom found out I was playing baby 
in the old hayloft using the old cloth diapers I found. I had my own 
private real nursery with the crib, highchair, playpen, and many other 
baby things mom had stored up there since no one needed them, not even 
Jimmy, my three-year-old brother. Mom decided that if I want to play 
baby use diapers like a baby she would treat me like a baby. I was 
still wetting my bed like a little toddler every single night. I was 
quite small for my age it would be easy for her keep me dressed like a 
toddler. Jimmy was getting upset about my night diapers crinkling at 
every move waking him up. The crinkle of the plastic sheet that was on 
our bed was horrible for him, too. He wanted a bed like Timmy Watson, 
his friend in town. It was a racecar big boy bed with a twin size 
mattress.
	Mom turned me into a toddler baby just like my like Jimmy before 
he stopped using diapers and baby things two months ago. Jimmy said he 
wanted to be a big boy NOT a baby like Donny. He had been sleeping with 
me in a double bed, not wetting the bed in over a year and a half. I 
was the only bed wetter. I wore big boy Goodnites size small or big boy 
Pull-ups, not baby diapers. That is until three months ago I wore big 
boy underwear. Now mom has me wearing the cloth diapers I found in the 
hayloft. Mom would not listen to me. I kept telling her I wanted to be 
a big boy, not a baby. Mom told me that I needed to learn to stay dry 
for two hours during the day before I would be ready to potty train 
like Jimmy. She said I needed to be dry that way for three days then I 
could start wearing Pull-ups. Then she would consider me a big boy 
toddler.
	No matter how hard I tried my diaper is always getting wet 
sometimes I could make it one hour but most of the times I can�t hold 
it 30 minutes without wetting my diaper like a little toddler. Mom got 
tired of my cloth diapers all the time needing to be washed I use so 
many so she tried some Huggies finding the best fit for me was size 5 
because I was so skinny.
	Mom took me to the doctor for tests I spent a day and night in 
the hospital. Since I was still using diapers like a toddler small for 
my age I had to stay in the toddler room with five other boys. Two of 
the boys were potty-trained they were three-year-olds like my brother. 
The other three boys were two and a half-year-old�s still in diapers. 
My bed was between the potty-trained boys I had to endure five diaper 
changes while the big boys where using the potty in room. The hospital 
had rules about diapers beds and potties. If you use diapers or you are 
less than 5� tall your bed is a CRIB with very tall sides. If you are 
over three or use the potty you have a regular bed even if you are less 
than 4� tall. I used more diapers than the others needing six daytime 
changes between my tests. One I messed and wet in after I ate lunch 
just before my naptime.
	I did not know I was one of two that still took a nap bottle. 
Only Kevin that just turned two still used a pacifier and bottle like 
me. The other boys did not tease me or anything. I was just another 
baby like them; they accepted all the infantile things I did. During my 
tests the doctors found that I had a very small bladder due to the fact 
my bladder did not stretch like it should. They told mom maybe practice 
holding my pee more would make it stretchy but it may never stretch. 
That explained why I need the potty all the time in kindergarten and 
first grade and second grade. I was going to the potty three times as 
much as anyone else and the other kids called me, �potty boy.�
	When I got home from the hospital mom took away my diapers and 
gave me my underwear back. I was so happy but mom still diapered me at 
night. Two days after my hospital stay mom took my brother and me to 
the park in town. I met some boys from school and started to play with 
them but after just fifteen minutes of play I need to pee but I did not 
know where the potty was. I ran to mom to tell her I need the potty she 
pointed to the white building across the field and told me that was the 
potty. It was 100 yards away. I started to run but pee started to come 
out wetting my pants by the time I was about 50 yards away I stopped I 
was finished flooding my pants.
	When I walked back to mom the boys I was playing with saw I had 
wet my pants and started to call me names and say things like, �little 
baby needs his mommy to put him in diapers�, �tell the baby�s mommy he 
needs diapers�, and �he is just a pee baby not a big boy.� Mom consoled 
me saying to try harder next time. I was crying so hard and could not 
stop. Mom put my pacifier in my mouth then took me to the women�s 
restroom to change my wet underpants for thick cloth training pants, no 
plastic pants. Then she helped me put on dry summer shorts. I looked 
almost normal except a slight bulge where my training pants were. I 
tried to play with the seven- eight- and nine-year-old boys but they 
teased me about wetting my pants too much. I whimpered and cried, 
walking away to play with the little boys my brother�s age. The little 
boys did not tease me for wearing training pants, even when I wet them 
again an hour later. I could not hold my pee no matter what I did if I 
did not constantly think to hold my pee my pants got wet. When I played 
I would get so into playing I forgot to hold my pee and soak my pants.
	I kept wetting my pants more than going to the potty. Mom was 
getting so tired of doing my laundry caused by my accidents. I was 
wetting four or five training pants a day and every night I wet my 
diaper. All the little boys that my brother and I played with were so 
used to me having wet pants they would pay no attention to me wearing 
wet pants. By the middle of summer mom told me I was going to go back 
to diapers if I don�t stop wetting my pants. I did not care now because 
potty training me to hold my pee was too hard. Diapers would be easier 
for me. I told mom I did not care as I wet my pants in front of her. 
Looking her in her eyes, I was daring her to follow through with her 
threat. Mom got really mad, lead me to my room, stripped me of my 
clothes and spanked me hard for five minutes. I thought I was going to 
die. It hurt so bad! Then mom put me on the changing table, smoothing 
baby powder on me. It felt so good. I just about fell asleep as she 
diapered me like a baby. She had bought me some new blue nursery print 
plastic pants that she pulled up over my thick diapers, making me look 
and feel just like a toddler. I did not care. Besides, these diapers 
felt so good but I had to waddle when I walked out to play.
	Mom told me it was hot outside and toddlers don�t need any other 
clothes to mess up. Since I was just a toddler these diapers are all I 
needed. I asked mom, �What about my brother? He is a toddler, isn�t 
he?� Mom told me, �If you are out of diapers, you are a big boy, not a 
toddler.� Until I start using the potty like a big boy I will be 
treated like a toddler should be.
	I waddled out of the house wearing my new blue nursery print 
plastic pants that was covering my thick cloth diapers. Mom had pinned 
three thick diapers on me, making it difficult for me to walk keeping 
me where she wanted. My brother and I were playing in our yard alone. 
He did not care I was diapered like a baby, he was not. He likes to 
show off that he was a big boy wearing big boy clothes and did not want 
baby diapers. He would always say �potty� time when he went to the 
potty. He only went to the potty two or three times a day. He only used 
the potty once after breakfast, once before lunch and once before 
bedtime, and maybe one other time during the day. He had his third 
birthday last month and mom gave him a bye-bye to his baby things party 
the day before his birthday, he was so happy. He gave me all of his 
pacifiers, bottles, bibs, tee shirts and his leftover Huggies. He did 
not need or want them; he was a BIG BOY. I WAS THE BABY NOW! That did 
not bother me, even though I was nine-years-old. All I wanted to do is 
have fun playing with toys; even baby toys would satisfy me.
	I asked mom, �Just because I wear diapers don�t make me a baby, 
does it?�
	Mom said, �No, but you still sleep in a crib because you keep 
falling out of your wet bed. You eat in a highchair because you keep 
spilling food all over the table. You wear a bib because of you�re a 
messy eater. You don�t share toys well so you play in a playpen alone 
at daycare, and you are all the time crying so you need to keep a 
pacifier in your mouth to keep you quiet.�
	School was going to start in three weeks and my potty training 
has stopped. Mom got a doctor�s explanation of my problem and took it 
to school. That way I was allowed to wear diapers to school. I only 
pooped in my diaper after my breakfast or in my crib. I would poop in 
the potty if mom would get me to the potty in time after I ate 
breakfast. Sometimes I pooped after I woke up in my crib. I could not 
hold it until mom could get me out of my crib in time. Mom never 
changed my diaper until after I ate breakfast. I would have to sit in 
my highchair in my dirty diaper while I ate my breakfast. I ate in a 
messy diaper about 95% of the time. I just could not stop poop very 
well. I only pooped in the morning, sometimes at night before going to 
bed, so messy diapers at school never happened.
	I was smart and small for a nine-year-old. I was about the size 
of a kindergarten kid but good at fighting and could back down most 
twelve-year-old kids. The first day back at school when an eleven-year-
old started pushing me around I bloodied his nose and blacked his eye. 
Mom had to come to school and sign me back in to school the next day. I 
could have worn just diapers to school from then on with no problems 
but I kept my diapers covered up. The other kids respected me even 
though I need diapers. Sixth grade was easy for me since I learned to 
read when I was four years old. My brother is starting to learn to 
read, too; he is only three. Mommy was so good at teaching us school 
things.
	I was content to play with baby and toddler things with my 
brother. He was as big as me and he liked older kid toys. I liked my 
rocking horse, building blocks, trucks and cars, and my tricycle. My 
brother was learning to ride a two-wheeler with training wheels, 
something I was afraid of. I fell off every time I tried to do it so 
the last time I fell and hurt my arm really bad I stopped trying to 
ride it. I was just like most two-year-olds, not like a nine-year-old. 
I guess that is why I liked to play baby in the loft. I did not have to 
try to be a big boy; it was too hard to do. I was not afraid to fight 
or climb like most strong-willed toddlers, but most every other thing 
big boys did was too hard for me so I did not even try to do them. My 
brother would try everything until he succeeded not me if it looked too 
hard I would not try.
	When school was out for the summer I had my tenth birthday still 
wearing and using diapers like a toddler, not ready of the potty going 
to daycare with my brother. I was in the toddler baby class because you 
need to be potty trained before I could go play with the big boys. My 
brother was in the pre-Kindergarten - Kindergarten class. He had his 
big boy fun I had my toddler fun. My fun was better than his fun to me 
and his fun was better to him than my fun. My fun was toys and swings; 
his fun was competitive board games like Candy Land. We both love to 
swim in the pool. I was the best swimmer in daycare; even the eleven- 
and twelve-year-olds were not as good as me. I could dive from the high 
dive, swim under water the length of the pool; I was the best in the 
water.
	One day a new daycare worker was taking my class to the swimming 
pool. As soon as we got there she had my toddler class get into the 
toddler pool. When she had her back turned I climbed up the high dive 
to do my dive when she screamed out to me as I walked to the end of the 
diving board. I dove off and she passed out cold. A few minutes later 
with the lifeguards help she came to. They explained that I was one of 
the best swimmers there. She never forgave me for my stunt. She would 
try to embarrass me at every diaper change, giving me a pacifier or 
bottle all the time, treating my like a one-year-old, not a toddler. 
Her treatment of me did not bother me- I LOVED IT.

More maybe later if you want?

Donny
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