Tommy's Problem - by The Attendent
	
SATURDAY, 18 JUNE

	"Mommy, Kathy's here!" cried Susan.
	Kathy was short for seventeen, with a gently rounded 
face and short hair that accentuated her classic beauty and 
revealed her large eyes. Kathy waddled through the door of 
the Angleton's spacious home, struggling with her large 
suitcase.
	"Here, let me help you with that. Jeez Kathy, we're 
going to be gone two weeks not two months," chided Mrs. 
Angleton.
	"Well, you don't expect me to wear the same outfit 
twice do you?" smiled Kathy as she plopped the giant bag in 
the front room.
	"John, can you take Kathy's bag up to our room? I need 
to talk to her," yelled Mrs. Angleton. "Susan, why don't you 
and help your father pack?" Seven year-old Susan made a 
pouting face that only seven year-olds truly master, as she 
stomped off to help her father.
	"What is it Mrs. Angleton?"
	"Since you've only babysat for us after school before, 
we never felt the need to tell you about Tommy's problem. 
You see, Tommy still wets the bed." Mrs. Angleton fumbled 
with her hands as she told Kathy something that was never 
spoken about outside the family.
	"But he's almost ten!" Kathy protested.
	"It's actually pretty common, there are a lot of boys 
his age that do. Anyway, all you need to do is make sure he 
doesn't have any liquids after dinner, and make sure he goes 
to the bathroom before he goes to bed. You'll also need to 
wash his pajamas and sheets every morning, and have him take 
a bath before breakfast. He has a rubber sheet on his bed so 
the mattress won't be damaged."
	"Wouldn't just a diaper be easier?" offered Kathy.
	"You can't have a nine year-old boy parading around in 
diapers every night," Mrs. Angleton frowned at the 
suggestion. "We have brought some along when we've flown the 
kids out to see their grandparents, but that's only when 
necessary."
	The Angleton's finished packing, and loaded the rest of 
their things into the car. Tommy came in from playing, and 
with his sister gave his parents a big hug. It would be two 
weeks before his parents would be back from their vacation 
to Africa. It was the first they'd had away from the kids 
since their honeymoon. John and Tricia had been planning for 
it all year, leaving just a week after the children were out 
for the summer.
	Tommy and Susan were glad to see their parents go. 
Kathy was their favorite babysitter, and now they had two 
whole weeks of freedom! No bedtimes, no turning the TV down, 
and no vegetables!
	"What for dinner?" Tommy inquired.
	"Boiled beets," Kathy said with an odd smirk.
	Susan objected when she was told to get ready for bed 
at eight o'clock. She didn't think Kathy was serious when 
she promised to get the kids to bed on time. Kathy had been 
watching Tommy all night, but he knew the nightly routine, 
and didn't want Kathy to say anything. Kathy set Tommy up to 
bed at nine o'clock, and followed a few minutes later to 
tuck him in. Tommy was already under the covers when Kathy 
walked in, the rubber sheet crinkling as she sat down.
	"Are you going to be OK tonight?" Kathy asked.
	"Sure, why not?" Tommy said, a little embarrassed at 
the question.
	"Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were warm and dry." 
Kathy smiled with a knowing grin as she turned out the 
light.

 SUNDAY, 19 JUNE

	Kathy went to Tommy's room upon waking, only to find 
him taking off his wet pajamas. Kathy walked over and 
started to pull down his pants.
	"I can do it!" claimed Tommy.
	"Oh, I don't want you to get anything else wet." Kathy 
said in her best baby-talk voice as she had Tommy step out 
of his soaked underwear. "Now let's get you in the tub." 
Kathy led Tommy to the upstairs bathroom and started the 
water running. Tommy insisted that his mom let him do this 
himself, but Kathy was having none of it. Despite Kathy's 
small stature, Tommy was far smaller still and couldn't 
resist her as she picked him up and placed him in the warm 
water.
	"I don't need no girl to wash me! I do it all the 
time!" Tommy exclaimed.
	"That's not what your mother said. She said that you 
need to be looked after constantly." Kathy claimed as she 
rubbed Tommy's head.
	Kathy proceeded to scrub every part of Tommy's body 
with a wash cloth and soap. Tommy squirmed and yelled while 
Kathy held both his arms in one hand as she washed his tiny 
penis. After she let him out of the tub, Tommy stormed off, 
red-faced, and got dressed.
	Kathy was more than happy to launder the wet sheets and 
pajamas, after all, she was getting fifty bucks a day.

 MONDAY, 20 JUNE

	"Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeeep, click"
	Kathy had set the Angleton's alarm for six-thirty, far 
earlier than she would normally get up, but she had work to 
do. Kathy pulled her jeans over her grey cotton briefs, and 
put on a red t-shirt before heading over to Tommy's room. 
Kathy tip-toed into Tommy's room, gently pulling back the 
blanket until he was completely uncovered. A giant wet spot 
covered his pajama bottoms, the bottom sheets and his 
Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles shirt. As he laid there, Kathy 
couldn't help but caress his soft face.
	"Huh! What are you doing?"
	"Time to get up little one." Kathy said gently.
	"Knock it off!" Tommy yelled as he slapped Kathy's hand 
away.
	"Don't you dare ever hit me you little twerp!" yelled 
Kathy as she grabbed his left arm with hers, stood him up 
and gave him one hard smack in the rear.
	"I don't need you, I'm not a baby" Tommy whined as 
tears dripped down his face.
	"Well then let me wipe the tears off of your big-boy 
face and get you out of those wet big-boy pants," Kathy said 
mockingly.
	Tommy spent most of the day avoiding Kathy, playing 
outside with his younger sister and her friends. While the 
children were outside playing, Kathy did a little exploring 
in Tommy's room. Before long she found what she was looking 
for in a box in the back of the closet, covered neatly with 
a blanket and a few odds and ends. While Kathy changed the 
sheets on Tommy's bed, she removed the rubber sheet and hid 
it away in the garage. A plan now clear in her mind, she 
skipped off to the Angleton's sewing room to begin her 
project.
	"Oooh, thanks!" exclaimed Susan, while Tommy turned 
around in surprise.
	The children had already eaten dinner, and were sitting 
watching TV in their pajamas before bedtime. Kathy had 
brought them each a large root beer float for a snack.
	"But Tommy's not allowed to drink after dinner, 'cause 
he wets the bed," proclaimed Susan.
	"Shutup Butt-head!" Tommy yelled as he pushed his 
sister.
	"It's OK Susan, Tommy's never going to wet his bed 
again, so he can have anything he wants."
	After Susan went to bed, Tommy explored the limits of 
his new found freedom. Approaching Kathy cautiously, he 
asked for a glass of milk, only to find Kathy more than 
happy to oblige.
	As nine o'clock approached, Kathy led Tommy up to bed. 
As they entered his room, Tommy watched suspiciously as she 
closed the door behind them. Tommy began to climb into bed 
when Kathy stopped him and pulled off his pajama bottoms and 
underwear. Tommy was used to Kathy taking off his pants at 
this point, and had no desire to provoke her.
	"Go ahead and lay down," Kathy ordered.
	"Why?"
	"Because I said so. Now do it!"
	Tommy immediately laid down on the floor, recognizing 
the tone in her voice. As he watched in horror, Kathy opened 
the closet door, and removed from the box a large bag of 
Huggies disposable diapers, extra-large. Tommy jumped up and 
began to put his pants back on.
	"Those are only for trips, Mommy doesn't make me wear 
them at home!"
	"Well Mommy changed the rules, who do you think showed 
me where they were? Now take your pants off and lay down or 
I'll blister your behind!"
	"Nooo!" Tommy cried as he ran for the door.
	Kathy grabbed him as he turned the handle and dragged 
him off to the bed. Without hesitation she ripped the 
screaming child's pants off, slung him over her knee and 
smacked his bare bottom. The wild, rapid spanking continued 
until Kathy's hand throbbed and Tommy sobbed uncontrollably.
	"Now are you going to be a good little baby and let me 
put your diaper on, or am I going to have to give you 
another spanking?"
	Tommy nodded his head quickly as unintelligible words 
fought their way out of the blubbering child. Kathy took 
this response as a yes, and lowered Tommy to the floor. 
Taking a diaper from the bag with one hand, she lifted 
Tommy's legs by the ankles with the other. Kathy opened the 
diaper with one hand and slid it under Tommy's raised bottom 
with a skill that only could come from years of experience 
with three younger brothers. Tommy sobbed and stared at the 
ceiling while Kathy drew the diaper up between his legs, 
pulling it tight while she taped the sides. The diaper was 
only slightly too small for Tommy, and fit him snuggly in 
the crotch. Tommy was completely limp as Kathy pulled the 
pajama bottoms over his diaper. The "overnight" bulk of 
Tommy's diaper was easily visible underneath his pajama 
bottoms.
	"Now lets wipe off those tears and get you to bed," 
Kathy said as she tucked Tommy under the blanket and stroked 
his cheeks with the back of her hand.
	Kathy walked slowly to the door and turned off the 
light as Tommy rolled over and buried his face in his 
pillow, still crying.

 TUESDAY, 21 JUNE

	Tommy awoke late Tuesday morning, sleeping in for the 
first time in several weeks. He lay in his nice warm bed, 
placing his hand down his pants to feel the thin plastic. He 
started to cry for all he'd been through, but it was a nice 
feeling to wake up warm and dry for a change.
	Tommy laid in bed for what must have been an hour, not 
wanting to go downstairs, lest his sister see him like this, 
and unwilling to take his diaper off for fear of Kathy. 
Kathy finally came into the room, carrying a container of 
baby-wipes and a sweet smile.
	"Good morning Tommy, how'd you sleep?" Kathy asked 
honestly.
	"Bad, 'cause of you!" Tommy claimed.
	"Oh, I bet you slept just fine. Now let's get you 
dressed."
	Kathy laid Tommy down on the floor, pulling his pants 
down around his ankles and untaping his diaper. Tommy didn't 
resist, nor did he say anything about his open bedroom door, 
afraid that Susan might just be invited in if he did. Kathy 
lifted his ankles in the air, pulling the wet diaper out 
from under him. She proceeded to wipe his bottom, making 
sure to clean deep inside his bottom. Placing the used wipe 
on the diaper, Kathy wiped Tommy's crotch thoroughly with 
the other. Rolling the diaper over the two wipes and taping 
it back up, she then dropped it into the diaper pail in the 
corner, the same pail that was not in the corner last night. 
Kathy helped Tommy out of his pajamas, got him dressed and 
took him downstairs for breakfast. Tommy felt completely 
ashamed, horrified at what had happened, and didn't feel 
very much like playing that day.
	Later that evening, Tommy and Susan came downstairs 
after changing into their pajamas following dinner. Kathy 
stopped Tommy in the hall, pulled back the elastic of 
Tommy's pants and took him aside. Kathy instructed Tommy to 
go back upstairs and take his underwear off, something that 
he did immediately.
	"Why does he have to take his underwear off?" Susan 
inquired, overhearing the conversation.
	"We'll talk about it later Susan." Kathy replied.
	While going up to bed, Tommy begged Susan not to make 
him wear a diaper again. Kathy explained calmly that it made 
it much easier for her, and that it really made it easier 
for him as well. Tommy pleaded, but did not resist Kathy for 
fear of another spanking.
	After getting Tommy to bed, Kathy went off to sewing 
room to continue her project.

 WEDNESDAY, 22 JUNE

	Tommy awoke that morning and waited for Kathy to come 
as the day before. More than an hour passed while he stared 
at the ceiling and rubbed the outside of his pajama bottom, 
for no reason that he could understand. Finally, a bored 
little boy climbed out of bed and sat on the floor, the 
diaper's soft padding was comfortable, but the bulge in his 
crotch looked silly. Tommy played with his Legos while he 
waited for Kathy to come.
	Another hour passed and Tommy was starting to get 
hungry as well as bored. He could see his sister through his 
window, already out playing with her friends. Cautiously he 
opened his door out into the hall. Tommy proceeded 
downstairs, finding Kathy nowhere in sight. As he looked out 
the back sliding glass door, he could see Kathy laying out 
by the pool. Tommy opened the door slightly and yelled, 
unwilling to venture outside. Kathy either could not hear 
him, or was deliberately ignoring him. Frustrated, Tommy 
cautiously went out back, looking to in his neighbors 
windows for anyone who might see.
	"Can I take my diaper off?" an embarrassed little boy 
asked Kathy.
	"I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't know you were up. Are you 
wet?"
	"That doesn't matter! I'm gonna go take it off." Tommy 
proclaimed.
	"Listen to me you little baby, if you can't be trusted 
to go to the bathroom, then you certainly can't be trusted 
to change your own diaper. If you touch that diaper you're 
going to get the spanking of your life! Now come here and 
let me check you."
	Tommy approached Kathy slowly, only to have her pull 
his pajama bottoms off entirely. Tommy looked back and forth 
quickly as Kathy inserted a finger into his crotch.
	"Yep, you're soaking wet alright. Let's go upstairs and 
get you changed."
	On that phrase, Tommy darted back into the house, while 
Kathy picked up his pajama bottoms and followed. As Tommy 
approached the stairs, he saw Susan standing in the hallway 
with a look of shock and amusement. Red-faced, Tommy could 
do nothing but run to his room and slam the door shut.
	"I saw Tommy with a diaper," Susan said with a giggle. 
"Why's he dressed like that?"
	"Well since Tommy wets the bed just like a little baby, 
he wears a diaper like one too. Now don't go telling your 
friends about your baby brother, let's just keep it our 
little secret," Kathy said with a wide grin.
	Kathy went upstairs to Tommy's room and found him under 
the covers of his bed.
	"Don't worry about a thing Tommy, I told Susan not to 
mention this to anyone else."
	Kathy proceeded to take off Tommy's diaper and wiped 
him clean before dressing him. Tommy was made to lie on the 
floor and was not allowed to help put his own clothes on.
	Several times during the day, Tommy was asked if he 
needed to go to the bathroom, each of which was met with a 
simple "no." Later that night, Tommy was prepared for bed in 
the usual manner, but seemed resigned to the situation. 
Kathy was not happy at all with this new attitude, and 
decided to do something about it.

 THURSDAY, 23 JUNE

	"Time to get up sweety," Kathy said with a smile. "Come 
on downstairs, your breakfast is getting cold."
	"But I need to take my diaper off," Tommy protested.
	"We can do that in a little bit, now come on and eat 
your breakfast before it turns to clay."
	Tommy followed Kathy downstairs, stretching his shirt 
down as far as it would. Susan was already sitting at the 
table eating a bowl of oatmeal. Tommy walked by, only to 
have Susan pat him on the behind.
	"Is your diaper poopy?" Susan said with a giggle.
	"No, you little brat. Now knock it off!"
	"You knock it off, you're the little baby. Kathy even 
said so."
	"I am not."
	"Are too."
	"OK, both of you just eat your breakfast." Kathy 
interjected into the furious debate.
	Tommy hurried through his oatmeal, only to find Kathy 
too busy to change him. Almost three hours passed before 
Kathy found the time to get Tommy changed. This was just in 
time as far as Tommy was concerned, as he was experiencing 
painful cramps.
	Tommy was required to go to the bathroom at one hour 
intervals, including a visit that was supervised to ensure 
it was productive. Tommy had sat on the toilet for half an 
hour with Kathy watching before he was allowed to leave. 
Tommy was also not allowed to go outside without Susan going 
with him.
	Kathy got the children ready for bed before dinner that 
night, over Tommy's strong objection that his bedtime wasn't 
for hours. Kathy sent Tommy to bed at Susan's bedtime that 
night. Tommy did not object to the earlier bedtime, after 
all, he was already wet and afraid Kathy would find out. 
Tommy had wanted to go to the bathroom after dinner, but was 
afraid to ask Kathy for what she might say. After an hour he 
couldn't hold it any longer, and released the pressure into 
his diaper. Tommy was thoroughly embarrassed to be sitting 
there in front of his sister, wearing a wet diaper, and had 
no desire to have his predicament known.
	On the way up to bed, Kathy stopped Tommy on the 
stairs.
	"Hold on, let me make sure you didn't have any 
accidents."
	Tommy could do nothing but stand there as Kathy pulled 
down his pants in front of his sister, and pronounced his 
diaper wet.
	"Alright baby, let's get you out of this wet diaper and 
into a nice dry one," Kathy said with a perky tone.

 FRIDAY, 24 JUNE

	Tommy awoke with an odd feeling. He had gone through 
the entire night, and had not wet. Tommy had dry nights 
every once in a while, but this morning was particularly 
important. For all of the humiliation that he had been put 
through, now he would be able to laugh in Kathy's face.
	"Come on down for breakfast," Kathy said as she poked 
her head in the door. Tommy was more than happy to eat 
breakfast before getting dressed; Susan already knew, he was 
comfortable, and now he had the upper hand. After breakfast 
Kathy said she couldn't change him right away because she 
had some project to finish up. Tommy had to go to the 
bathroom, but he was determined to hold it in rather than 
give Kathy the satisfaction. An hour passed, and Kathy 
emerged from the sewing room.
	"Can you change me now?" Tommy asked eagerly.
	"Are you wet?"
	"Nope! Not at all!" Tommy said proudly with a smile on 
his face.
	"Well then, I guess you don't need to be changed," 
Kathy declared bluntly.
	"Hey, I'm not a baby. I don't need to wear diapers 
during the day!"
	"Then why did you wet yourself yesterday and need to 
have your diaper changed? Anybody who prances around in 
diapers like you do, and wets himself during the day is 
definitely a baby. Now lets take you upstairs and get you 
dressed."
	Kathy took Tommy by the arm and began to lead him 
upstairs.
	"I'm not a baby and I'm not gonna wear no stupid 
diaper!" Tommy yelled as he tried to break free.
	Kathy sat down on the stairs and bent Tommy over her 
knee. She proceeded to smack Tommy's behind several times, 
causing him to cry out of embarrassment more than pain.
	"Now if you don't start acting like a good little baby 
I'll have to take that diaper off and spank your bare behind 
for real. Now let's go."
	Kathy dragged the baby upstairs, who fell just limp 
enough to protest, but not enough to anger his babysitter. 
Inside his room Kathy took off Tommy's pajamas and pulled a 
pair of pants over his diaper. The jeans were not designed 
to handle the bulk of his overnight disposable extra-large 
Huggies, and constricted his groin. Tommy found it very 
difficult to walk normally given the bulk between his legs 
and his tight pants.
	Kathy ordered Tommy to go outside and play with his 
sister. Tommy didn't want to go, but feared what she might 
do if he refused. Susan was playing on the front lawn with 
two of her friends, Sarah and Janice. Tommy waddled over to 
his sister, trying not to be too obvious.
	"Hi Tommy, were playing house. Wanna play?" asked 
Janice.
	"I guess," Tommy said while turning around to see Kathy 
watching him through the window.
	"I'm the mommy, Sarah's the daddy, Janice is the sister 
and you can be the baby," declared a smiling Susan.
	Turning beet-red, Tommy went along with Susan, not 
wanting to upset her into revealing his secret. After ten 
minutes of playing, Tommy was having sever cramps and could 
not hold off any longer. As his bowels released, Tommy 
lifted his bottom off of the ground. The diaper tight inside 
of his jeans, Tommy was in considerable pain. Despite this, 
it felt good to relieve the cramps. Tommy looked up at Susan 
to see her cold stare.
	"I think the baby has a poopy diaper," declared Susan.
	Tommy could not believe that his sister would say that 
in front of her friends, only to remember that they were 
playing a game. Susan reached over and placed her hand under 
his bottom. Tommy wanted to jerk away, but if he didn't play 
along, what would Susan do? Susan squeezed his diaper, 
forcing it's contents between his legs and all over his 
bottom.
	"Yep, it's poopy," Susan stated matter-of-factly.
	Janice and Sarah giggled, not aware that they weren't 
playing a game anymore.
	"I think I'd better take the baby inside and get his 
diaper changed," Susan said.
	Tommy stood up slowly as Susan led him inside by the 
hand. He walked backwards into the house, so as not to show 
the girls anything. His actions only served to make them 
curious.
	"The baby has a poopy diaper," declared Susan once they 
were in the house.
	"I'm not a baby!" Tommy yelled as he jerked his hand 
from Susan's.
	"Yes you are Tommy, and I don't want to hear you 
talking back to your big sister like that again or I'll have 
her give you spanking while I hold you down."
	Tommy shuddered at the thought of his little sister 
spanking him, but he knew Kathy was serious. Kathy pulled 
off his pants right there in the entryway. The bulge at the 
back of his diaper was unmistakable. Kathy carried Tommy 
upstairs, his pants dangling around his ankles. Once inside 
his room she took a new diaper from his chest-of-drawers, 
cleaned him up and put it on him. Kathy took off his t-shirt 
and did not put his pants back on, so Tommy spent the day in 
the house wearing nothing but his diaper.

 SATURDAY, 25 JUNE

	Tommy woke up early Saturday after a night of frightful 
dreams. He decided that he couldn't take any more 
humiliation and abuse, and would do something about it. 
Tommy had not been allowed to wear his pajamas to bed, so he 
stood in the middle of the room just wearing his diaper. He 
wanted to take it off so badly, but fear and self doubt 
gripped him. What would Kathy do if she found out? Was he 
just a baby after all? In a fit of rage Tommy tore away at 
the tapes, tearing the plastic and throwing the diaper into 
the corner.
	Free at last, he would go to Steve's house down the 
street, and tell Steve's parents what happened. Surely they 
wouldn't take Kathy's side? Tommy opened the top drawer of 
his chest-of-drawers, looking for his underwear but finding 
nothing but a drawer full of diapers and baby-wipes. He 
opened his other two drawers and found them both empty, his 
clothes gone. Tommy ran to his closet and found nothing but 
toys and the box were his diapers used to hide.
	Naked and scared, Tommy thought about putting his used 
diaper back on and acting like nothing had happened. That 
was useless though, he had ripped the plastic and surely 
Kathy would notice. He could put a clean one on, but he 
couldn't bring himself to play into her game. Grabbing the 
blanket from his bed, Tommy wrapped himself up and peered 
out his bedroom door. No one was in the hall, and he had 
heard no one down stairs. Creeping quietly down to the front 
door, Tommy closed it softly behind him and walked slowly 
down the driveway.
	"Where are you going, baby?" Susan said from here 
window.
	"Just for a walk, I'll be back in a bit."
	"Babies aren't allowed to go for walks, I'm telling 
Kathy," Susan said as she disappeared from the window.
	Taking his cue, Tommy bolted down the street for 
Steve's house. He had gotten no more than five houses down 
when the door flew open and Kathy came running out in his 
mother's bathrobe.
	"Come back here now, or I'll blister your butt!" Kathy 
roared.
	Looking back, Tommy tripped over the blanket and 
stumbled to the sidewalk. Rolling and getting to his feet, 
Tommy ran down the street leaving the blanket behind. 
Determination aside, Kathy was bigger and faster, and 
eventually caught the child. Kicking and screaming, Kathy 
carried him back to his blanket and wrapped him in it.
	Tommy knew what was in store for him, and Kathy was not 
one to disappoint. Laying him over her knee on the front 
room couch, Kathy smacked Tommy's little bottom until both 
her hand and his cheeks were bright red. Kathy then invited 
Susan over, placed Tommy over her lap, and encouraged Susan 
to spank him as hard as she could. Susan's light-weight 
slap's were still incredibly painful on Tommy's already 
swollen behind. Tommy wanted to push little Susan away, but 
knew that the response from Kathy would only be worse.
	Back in his diaper, Tommy sat in front of the TV while 
Susan kept an eye on him. Every once in a while, Susan would 
come over and check his diaper. Tommy allowed this rather 
than having Susan yell and bring Kathy out of the sewing 
room. After a few hours, Kathy did just that.
	Kathy was holding in her hands something yellow and 
fuzzy. Tommy looked up from the cartoons to examine this 
creation. It was a pair of yellow sleeper pajamas about his 
size. The pajamas had no little pads on the feet, and there 
were mittens over the hands, only without thumbs. A zipper 
extended part way up the back and stopped at the neck where 
the clasp was covered with a fold-over snap. The crotch of 
the pajamas had zippers on either side going from the waist 
to just between the legs. The top of this flag had more 
snaps.
	"What's that for?" Tommy asked with fear obvious in his 
voice.
	"I thought you might like some new pajamas Tommy, so I 
used an old design and modified it a bit. It's amazing what 
benefits you can get from a Home-Ec class." Kathy smiled. 
"The crotch is designed so I can change your diaper without 
even having to take the pajamas off. It even has a plastic 
backing so we won't make a mess when cleaning up those 
really nasty diapers."
	Kathy laid the pajamas face down on the floor next to 
Tommy. With a sharp tug she unsnapped the zipper guard. It 
was obviously a very strong snap. Kathy then unzipped the 
pajamas, picked up Tommy and pushed him in feet-first. She 
then pushed each of Tommy's arms into the sleeves and sealed 
the pajamas up. Tommy couldn't extend either his legs or his 
arms fully. The mittens over the hands had thick padding on 
the inside and elastic around the wrist.
	"It's too small." Tommy said.
	"I think it fits fine Tommy, now isn't it better than 
just wearing your diaper?"
	Tommy tried to stand up but couldn't even hold himself 
up on his knees, the legs were just too short.
	"You made them wrong! I can't stand up! Take them off 
now!" Tommy demanded as he started to cry.
	"Now why would a little baby like you need to stand 
anyway?" Kathy replied. In a fit of rage, Tommy thrashed 
about, pushing and pulling on the pajama fabric. Tommy tried 
to reach down and undo the snaps in the crotch, but found he 
couldn't grasp anything with the pajama's mittens. Tommy 
tried to reach behind him and undo the zipper guard, but his 
arms couldn't reach that far with the short sleeves. 
Grinning with a look of self-satisfaction, Kathy left Tommy 
laying there and went upstairs.
	An hour later, Kathy came down and announced that it 
was time for bed.
	"I can't move 'cause you made your stupid pajamas 
wrong." Tommy said with a pout.
	"Oh don't be silly Tommy, I'm sure you can still crawl. 
Now do you want to come upstairs on your own, or do you want 
me to carry you like an infant?"
	With that, Tommy got up on his hands and knees and 
crawled up the stairs to his bedroom. To his surprise, his 
room didn't look like his at all. His bed had been replaced 
by his sister's old crib. Kathy lifted Tommy off of the 
floor and on to his new changing table. Kathy strapped him 
in about his waist and proceeded to change him through the 
snaps on his legs.
	"Oh what a messy little baby you've been today." Kathy 
declared.
	Once changed, Kathy put the baby in his crib, raised 
the side rail and turned off the light without another word.
	Tommy laid on his back for hours in the dark, crying 
and thinking. He had already wet himself. The wetting seemed 
to happen almost without his noticing, despite the fact that 
he was wide awake. When he was certain Kathy had gone to 
bed, Tommy rolled over on to his stomach and tried to pull 
himself into a standing position. The mittens prevented him 
from grabbing the bars of the crib, but after much 
struggling he managed to stand himself up. His knees were 
still bent from the too-short pajama legs, and try as he 
might Tommy couldn't pull himself up to or over the crib 
rail. Tommy fell back crying himself to sleep.

 SUNDAY, 26 JUNE

	After getting his morning changing, Tommy was carried 
downstairs for breakfast. The high-chair didn't particularly 
surprise him. Tommy was placed in the chair, a bib placed 
around his neck and the tray slid up tight to hold him in 
place. Susan was in charge of feeding baby Tommy, who only 
protested until Kathy gave him a stern look.
	After breakfast, Tommy was placed in his playpen in 
front of the TV and watched by his "big" sister. After Susan 
decided to turn off the TV and read one of her books, Tommy 
was bored enough to start playing with some of the baby toys 
that had been put in the playpen. Tommy was given a bottle 
by his sister and told to finish it off completely. Tommy 
refused until Susan started to call for Kathy, after which 
he began sucking wildly. Whatever was in the bottle wasn't 
milk, but Tommy was in no position to complain.
	Tommy had spent all of the morning in his playpen, when 
he felt a suddenly felt his bowels move. Tommy either had no 
ability or no desire to stop it, he wasn't sure which. Susan 
had been watching Tommy intently, and immediately noticed 
his discomfort and bulge in his diaper.
	"Does baby need to be changed?" Susan asked with glee.
	Susan unlatched one side of the playpen and began to 
roll her baby brother on his back. Tommy kicked and wailed 
his arms about.
	"Do you wanna get a spanking?"
	Tommy remembered Susan spanking him yesterday, and how 
much it hurt. He wasn't sure whether it was fear of Susan or 
Kathy, but Tommy relaxed and let Susan change his diaper. 
Although he didn't like the idea of his sister changing him, 
the clean diaper felt good.

 MONDAY, 27 JUNE

	Tommy had drank his nighttime bottle without thinking 
much of it. The previous day had been sort of a blur of 
feedings and changings. Like the day before, Tommy was 
lifted from his crib by Kathy for his morning changing, took 
his morning feeding from Susan and placed in his playpen for 
the day. Tommy didn't enjoy his new role as baby of the 
family, but he had started to accept the idea.
	"I have to go to the store for a while, will you watch 
the baby Susan?"
	"Sure!" Susan replied.
	As soon as Kathy was out the door, Susan was on the 
phone. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Tommy could 
hear Janice and Sarah's voices in the hall and began to 
panic. Tommy struggled to stand, but even if he could he had 
no way to get out of the playpen.
	"Here's my new baby brother," Susan pronounced.
	Janice and Sarah rushed over to the playpen.
	"Oh, he's so cute! What an adorable baby!" Janice 
declared.
	"And look at his diaper, you can see it through his 
sleeper!" Sarah replied.
	Tommy turned red and started to cry.
	"He's crying!" Janice shouted with glee. "I bet he 
wants his bottle."
	Susan released one side of the playpen and ordered her 
baby brother to crawl out. Tommy followed his big sister's 
orders and crawled over to where Janice and Sarah were 
sitting on the couch.
	"He's crawling just like a little baby! How cute," 
Janice smiled.
	Janice helped the baby on to the couch and laid him in 
her lap. Susan handed Janice a bottle, and she began to feed 
the baby. Not wanting to upset his big sister, Tommy sucked 
down the whole bottle.
	"I think we need to check the baby's diaper," Sarah 
offered.
	Sarah pulled several snaps between the baby's legs and 
placed a finger between his crotch and the elastic leg of 
his diaper. Tommy didn't remember wetting himself, but now 
he noticed that he did need to be changed.
	"He's wet alright, can I change him?" Sarah asked.
	"Sure, I'll get the baby wipes," Susan replied.
	Sarah laid Tommy on the floor and unsnapped the rest of 
his pajamas to reveal his diaper. The snaps did not go down 
far enough to allow the baby to pull his legs out. Sarah 
cleaned his diaper area thoroughly, powdered him and pulled 
a nice clean diaper tightly up through his legs and taped it 
firmly in place. Tommy was kept out of his playpen and made 
to crawl on the floor for the girls amusement.
	After an hour or so of playing, Kathy returned to see 
the children playing with their new toy.
	"My friends just came over, I couldn't stop them," 
Susan suggested.
	"Nah uh! She called them!" Tommy yelled.
	"Don't talk back to your big sister unless you want a 
spanking!" Kathy yelled. "In fact, don't talk at all 
anymore. Babies don't talk. I'm glad you brought your 
friends over Susan, Tommy needs plenty of big kids to play 
with."
	Susan and her friends spent the rest of the day taking 
care of their baby.

 TUESDAY, 28 JUNE

	"Can we take the baby for a walk?" Susan asked Kathy.
	"Sure honey, just make sure you stay in our 
neighborhood."
	Susan and the girls ordered Tommy to crawl to the front 
door, where they picked him up, carried him outside and put 
him in a stroller. Tommy knew that struggling would only 
make his big sister spank him, and he could do nothing but 
cry. The girls strapped their baby around the waist and took 
him outside. Tommy hoped not to see anyone, but all of the 
kids on the block were already out playing. Tommy just cried 
in shame as the kids began to circle around him. Some of 
them just stood at a distance and laughed, other poked and 
prodded him to see if he was real. Tommy's best friend Steve 
even asked to see his diaper, which Susan was more than 
happy to oblige.
	 FRIDAY, 1 JULY
	Tommy awaited his parent's return. It had been a week 
since he last went to the bathroom on the toilet, and 
several days since he last spoke. Kathy had removed the crib 
and baby things from his room, and changed his diaper for 
the last time this morning.
	Tommy ran outside when he heard his parents pull into 
the driveway. He wanted to tell them what had happened, but 
was afraid to say anything in front of Kathy or his sister. 
Kathy was thanked and paid for a job well done, and Tommy's 
parents began their unpacking. Tommy approached his mother 
in her room when his sister was out playing.
	"Tommy, you're all wet!" Mrs. Angleton said in 
surprise.
	Tommy looked down to see the tell-tale stain on the 
front of his pants. He didn't know how it got there, but he 
was pretty sure why.