From: (XeroBoy15) 
Subject: MY TRUE BABY STORY: Baby History 
Date: 21 May 1995 16:10:19 -0400 

My True Baby Story 

By XeroBoy- Baby History 

	The following is important information that goes with 
my true story. The events I currently have been going 
through are not the usual treatment methods for my medical 
problems, so it is important for you to know how I got to 
where I am today. 
	 I had gotten quite used to the nightly routine, Brush 
my teeth, Take off my underpants, pick out my jammies and 
wait for my father. I had wet the bed almost every day of my 
short life, and several years ago My mom and her husband 
(technically My father, but I wont admit it) had decided it 
would be easier for me, and for them if I simply wore a 
diaper to bed every night. I actually liked it, the feel of 
a thick soft, and warm diaper between my legs. It made me 
feel good, but good in a way I had never felt before. I 
expected the usual routine of a lecture, maybe a light 
spanking, being diapered and sent to bed. But tonight would 
be different, tonight would change my life forever. 
	 That was the first night my father sexually abused me. 
I won't go into allot of detail, because I can't handle 
talking about it much, and It hurts to remember. But over 
the next two years my father touched me, beat me, raped me, 
and tortured me. I was scared of the man, and took what he 
gave out for two years, one night though I snapped, he came 
in and walked toward me as I sit on the edge of my bed, I 
got up and tried to run away, but he grabbed me and spun me 
around until I was facing him. As tears filled my eyes, I 
closed them tightly afraid of what I knew was about to 
happen. Without thinking, I kicked him as hard as my twelve 
year old body could, and ran out of the house and into the 
woods. It was there hiding in the woods, that I realized I 
was naked, naked and currently peeing on myself. I stayed in 
those woods until I was sure that my mommy would be home.  
	 Shaking from both the November chill in the air, and 
from the fear of what I would return too, I walked slowly 
toward the back of the house, and into the back door. My 
mother was standing right there in the kitchen, and ran over 
and grabbed me. I still remember her words, and all the 
words of the night. "Where have you been?, and where are 
your clothes?" I didn't know what to say, there was so much 
I wanted to tell her, but how, and what would she say. "Is 
dad here?" I asked. I was told that my father had not been 
home since she had gotten home an hour before. With dad out 
of the house, I knew that this was my only chance to tell 
her, I searched for words but all I could come up with was 
"Daddy hurt me" That's all I said, but the pain in my eyes 
told my mother what was wrong.  
	 My mother picked me up and held me as she carried me 
to my bedroom, she sat me on my bed while she went to get me 
some clothes. By the time she got back, I was laying in bed, 
sucking my thumb, crying, and had wet again, soaking the 
sheets on my bed. 
	 I stayed there in bed, saying not a word, not getting 
up for anything, for over two months. I don't remember 
anything from those two months, but my mommy has told me 
about it. 
	 Sorry but I need to stop for now, I am upsetting 
myself by thinking about all this, I will continue it very 
soon, I promise. Please write me and tell me if I should 
continue to write. I know this part doesn't have a lot to do 
with the subject of this group, but believe me, it does 
later. 
	 Okay, Maybe I should have posted this before I started 
writing the rest of my story, but hey I screwed up. The next 
Part "TWO MONTHS" will be much more to your liking, I am 
sure, but I had to post the whole story to show why things 
happened the way they did. 

Mikey