PLAYING HOUSE ------------- I could not believe where I was. Just the other day I was another 8 year old boy, now I was a big toddler laying in a crib sucking a pacifier trying to ignore my wet diaper. It all started when I went to this party for this girl's birthday. She invited everyone in the class. I misread the time and thought it ended at 4. It actually ended at 2 for the boys and went into a sleepover for the girls. The party went okay up till 2 as we played soccer. Then I noticed all the boys were leaving. "Where's everyone going, Mrs. Shote?" I asked. "Oh, the party ends at two. The girls are having a sleep over afterwards, though." "Oh," so I decided to wait out front for my mom. A couple of minutes later Jenny and a couple of her friends came out front. "Tim, can you help us with something?" "Okay," I said a bit puzzled as I was small for my age and most of these girls were 9 year olds. We walked into the shed out back. I noticed a lot of old baby clothes. "What do you need me for?" "Well, a couple of us girls wanted to play house, and we need a baby." I then decided now might be a good time to get out of there only to find to girls blocking the door. I then decided to scream for help only to find before I could a big girl came over and clasped her hand over my mouth. Another girl came over replaced hand by wrapping duct tape around my head preventing me from opening my mouth any further. I was so scared, I peed my pants. "Look like Timmy need a dyedi change!" Two girls held my arm back while Jenny pulled of my now soaked shorts and briefs. She then came back with an old Huggies diaper and taped it up. I was humiliated. For the next two and a half hours I was made to play baby of the house. They ungagged me after taking a "family photo" for the sake of capturing "memories" that might remain private if I was a good sport. I wore a bonnet and they removed my shirt. I looked like one of those babies from a cartoon. I rode piggyback on one of the fat girls. I sat in an old high chair and ate applesauce and drank milk out of a bottle. Then I was laid in a crib for a nap. The made my need to pee again increase. I hoped I could hold it till I got out of these clothes, only to find my mom barge through the door. "What is going on, I've been waiting an half..." when her eyes came upon me. "Where is your shirt and pants, Timothy?" She then saw the stained shorts and yellow jockeys. "What do you have to say for yourself?" This was too much, and I lost control and a yellow spot appeared in the diaper. I started to cry. "Well, if this is how much control you have perhaps you need to spend a week in diapers." she responded to my sobs. She pulled me out of he crib, grabbed me by one ear, waved goodbye to the girls and thanked their mother. Mom got out an old crib from when my younger brother was three and put me in the crib. "Mom, can I go poop?" I asked. "Absolutely not, babies use diapers, just cry when you make stinky." It wasn't long before I did and she came in and put one of my brother bedwetter's diapers on me. She then suck a pacifier in my mouth and told me to lie there and be a good baby. Later, when my little brother saw me he laughed. "And I was embarrassed about wetting the bed," he heckled, knowing he'd be diapered in about an hour. And that about brings me up to where I am now. I sure hope she doesn't make me wear a diaper to school.