CLASS BABY ---------- 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. If you liked this story ask your NIX PIX ASPEN Sysop for more stories from Baby Billy