CLASS BABY
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My story starts when I was six.  My mom had never potty trained me
and I was always kept in diapers.  l do not know why mom kept me in
diapers because it meant extra work for her having to change me all
my life, washing all those diapers and cleaning the diaper pail,
but that is what she chose to do and I have to live with it.  I
have heard that kids will potty train themselves when they are
ready, but that is not always true.  Maybe they will if they are
allowed to, but if, like me, they are not allowed to remove their
diapers so they can go to the toilet they can not train themselves.

Because of this, I was still wetting and messing in my diapers at
the point where this tale begins.  The ladies in the neighborhood
would play bridge on Tuesday afternoon and at these parties they
would gossip about whoever was not there.  They also talked about
whatever mutual interests they had.

One day one of the ladies was complaining about how hard it was to
get competent, reliable sitters.  There was general agreement that
this was a problem.  Another lady suggested they train the sitters
themselves that way the girls would know what the Mothers felt they
needed to know and was expected of them.  They spent the next few
weeks talking about their "sitter classes", as they called them,
and worked out the details.  Mom agreed to teach the classes since
she had more free time than most of the other ladies.  Some of the
rules they worked out were that they would only hire girls who had
taken the course and had proved that they knew what to do.  When a
girl completed the course she would be given a card showing proof
of completion and competency.  The card would be good for a year,
Then the girl would have to take a refresher course. The girls
would have to be at least twelve years old to take the course and
no Mom would hire a girl who was not at least three years older
than the oldest child to be watched.  There were other
restrictions, but you get the general idea.

Once these ground rules were established they decided what the
course should consist of.  Things such as basic first aid, who to
call In an emergency, simple meal preparation, getting kids ready
for, and into, bed and how to maintain discipline.  Almost as an
afterthought they realized they had not included anythIng on infant
care and feeding.  There were no infants in the neighborhood at the
time, but it was pointed out that there might be in the future, as
most of the women were still in their child bearing years and ne*,
younger mothers were moving in.  So it was decided that they should
include infant care and feeding in the training. 

Once they had the agenda worked out they decided they should take
the training themselves to make sure they had covered everything
and to work out any problems before sending the girls to  "sitter
classes."

While covering the part about infant care one Mother said she did
not feel that giving a doll a bath and diapering it would make the
girls competent.  Dolls did not eat, drink, scream, cry or even
move while being washed and diapered.  They agreed it lacked
realism, but with no infants to practice on what else could they
do?  That is when Mom suggested that I become the class baby, at
least until there was a real infant available.  The ladies all knew
I wore diapers because they had all seen me being changed.  Mom
pointed out that not only did I move while being changed, but I wet
and messed in my diapers and how much more realistic could you get?

Besides. the girls who did not have brothers at home could learn
about a boys anatomy in an approved manner and that was something
else they needed to know if they were going to be sitting with
young boys who might have accidents or need to be bathed before
being put to bed.  So it was agreed that I would become the class
baby.  Needless to say, I was not asked or consulted in any way
about becoming the class baby.

They then went on with the training.  They all washed, diapered and
fed me.  When I say fed, they really fed me babyfood, learned to
fix a bottle of formula and give it to me.  They decided that
merely being shown was not sufficient.  Each girl should actually
change a wet, and preferably dirty diaper, wash the class baby,
feed me babyfood and learn to give me a bottle.  When they were in
the training of basic first aid one Mother said some kids needed
enemas regularly so that was added and everyone learned to give me
an enema, and while they were in the vicinity of my butt they also
decided to add taking rectal temperatures since that was the
accepted method of taking a babies temperature.

The classes were limited to eight girls at a time.  When they first
began more girls wanted the training than could be accommodated so
several classes were held with the oldest girls going first.  The
first training classes were held just after school was out for the
hummer.  Class started in the morning and ran until the middle of
the afternoon.  At that rate a class graduated every two weeks. 
Even so, it took almost half the summer to get everyone trained who
wanted it.  Mom ran four classes that summer.  The classes were so
successful they decided to hold them at the beginning of the summer
vacation each year and all the graduates were invited to come over
anytime during the year to practice diapering or whatever they
learned but did not get to use very often.

The refresher course was set up to take place just before school
was out for the summer and it was held for an hour or two every day
for a week.  Between the refresher course and the new classes I got
my butt washed, powdered and diapered more times than I can count.
If I had a nickel for every time I have been stuck with a diaper
pin I could hire someone to take my place.  After about three years
of classes it became so well known that I was the class baby that
they began calling me the class baby at school and some teachers
even picked up on it.  Throughout the years some school teacher's
have taken the course to find out what it is all about.  As I
matured physically my body became less infantile looking.  Mom
solved some of that by keeping my body free of hair by shaving my
pubic and body hair.  Sometimes she used depilatory creams.

Unless the girls try deliberately, I do not get erections while
being exposed to them. I suppose that I was exposed enough as a boy
and am so used to it that mere exposure does not cause any sexual
arousal.  This is probably a relief to some Mothers to know that
their daughter is not going to be molested by the class baby. I
guess that I should mention [hat I am now twenty-four and have been
the class baby for eighteen years.  Some of the girls from the
first classes are now married and have daughters that are taking
the classes and I am serving as the class baby to a second
generation.

Over the years the classes have not changed much from the original
agenda.  We now have disposable diapers to work with as well as
cloth diapers.  There is a larger variety of babyfood and bottles
with disposable plastic liners instead of the glass battles that
have to be sterilized.  Other than that, infant care and feeding
has not changed much at all.  I still get stuck with pins, enemas
are still a pain in the butt and I am still at home being the class
baby.

I have been dating one of the first class graduates.  She is five
years older than I am.  She has told me that are getting married
soon and Mom seems to think it is a good idea.  They have not asked
me for my opinion so I guess we are gettIng married.  I do not mind
them making decisions since it relieves me of the responsibility. 
I do not have to worry about getting fat on a diet of babyfood and
milk from a bottle.  My fiance lives across town but she says after
are married we will live with Mom so I can continue to be the class
baby and she can take over the teaching from Mom.   Will we have
children?  If so, will the girls learn about babysitting from their
Dad or will their brothers take over as the class baby?  Only time
will tell.  I know that being married will be different because in
all these years, after being bathed, powered and diapered by all
those girls, I will finally get to see one naked.  At one point in
their training, each girl is required to wear, and wet a diaper so
she will be more sensitive to the diapered infants needs.  During
that time, while she is being diapered that is, I am not allowed in
the room so even though they too are diapered I have never seen one
of them with their pants down or even in a diaper.  I know that
there are differences between boys and girls and have seen drawings
but I have never seen the real thing for myself because in eighteen
years of "sitter classes" I have never been the student, just the
class baby.

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