DIAPERED AT EIGHT
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	When I was eight years old my parents were a strange 
bunch. My mother worked for an electrical company and my 
dad traveled the world. I saw my dad one weekend a month, 
maybe. As I was growing up I spent a lot of time at 
different peoples' places. I had a very interesting 
childhood because when I was punished from one place I 
would go to another.
	I remember as we entered the day care as we did every 
morning my mother said goodbye to me and the attendants. 
Since it was 5 in the morning I was told to grab a mattress 
from the pile and find a place to lie down. I went and lay 
down in the back room, and to my surprise I fell asleep.
	When I awoke I was being awakened by one of the other 
girls who told me that the other kids would be showing up 
in a few minutes and then left the room. When I got up I 
noticed that my pants and the mattress were all wet. I went 
to see one of the girls since this was strange because I 
only wet once during the night and I had already done so 
around three. The lady took care of the bed first by taking 
it out back and hosed it down. She then came back and took 
me upstairs. She stripped me of all my clothes. She told me 
that everything was fine and she would have me ready in a 
few. This daycare was two story and had three areas 
upstairs. It had a back yard and two bathrooms.
	We are now upstairs by the nursery in the bathroom. 
Since I was five I had always wanted to wear white 
underwear because the designs were too childish for a man 
like me. The girl took my yellow stained underpants off and 
gave me a quick bath. We were interrupted once or twice but 
never where I could be seen. After my bath she got me out 
an dried me off. She then sat me on the toilet and told me 
to do pee pee in the potty. She left and when she returned 
she was carrying a bunch of clothes. She told me how my day 
was going to be. She said I was going to stay upstairs with 
the toddlers. She said I was going to be treated like them 
and be re-potty trained today since I had no other clothes 
to wear. She told me that she did not want me to get teased 
by the other kids. I was then helped to get ready. She held 
a pair of training pants that had little teddy bears. I 
stepped into them and felt the thickness with my hands. She 
then held up my pants. These were blue corduroy pull-on 
pants with no fly. She the produced a sweater with a little 
dog on the front.
	She then took me to the kitchen where she sat me at 
the table and tied a cloth bib around my neck and gave me a 
bowl of Cheerios and a sippy cup of milk. After I finished 
eating I joined the rest of the little kids. They did not 
remove my bib and left me alone. Every hour, though, they 
would come by and ask every child if they needed to use the 
potty and then, without warning, they would pull the backs 
of some of the kids' pants to check and see if anyone had 
pooped their pants. The first time this happened I was 
really embarrassed.
	When lunch came around we had spaghetti and all of us 
kids were filthy. The ladies took all of our bibs and wiped 
our face. Then we were all lined up to go to the bathroom. 
When they got to me they took down my pants down. I sat up 
on the toilet with the toddler splash guard. While I was on 
the toilet they took off my pants. She left me there and I 
did go. She lifted me up and told me for nap time I was 
going to wear a diaper. She laid me down on the floor in 
the bathroom and grabbed a diaper. She diapered me and sent 
me off to go nap. When the kids go to bed in this daycare 
they have either a bottle or pacifier. The lady gave me a 
warm bottle and told me to have a good nap. She then 
flipped me over to my stomach and rubbed my back until I 
fell asleep.
	When I awoke I was thirsty so I finished my bottle. 
The girl came over to me and stuck her finger down the 
front of my diaper and found it to be dry so she replaced 
my pants and gave me a cookie and told me they would remove 
the diaper next time I went to the bathroom. So after 
almost all the kids were up we had to watch Sesame Street. 
We were then checked and then ready a story. I was forced 
to listen to it and after I was forced to sing songs.
	At five mom came to find her eight-year-old wearing 
someone else's clothes and in a diaper. After being told 
what happened she checked my diaper and told me I would 
stay that way till morning. We then went shopping and mom 
carried around the diaper bag given by the day care. When I 
had to go pee mom made sure she took her time to find a 
bathroom that I went in my pants. Mom changed me back into 
another diaper and we went to McDonalds to eat. She made me 
sit in the high chair and tied the Hamburglar bib around my 
neck. She gave me a Happy Meal with a toddler meal that had 
just a burger, milk and a plush toy. We ate and she would 
make sure that my burger was just out of my reach so that 
she would have to give it to me. My milk she put into a 
sippy cup and gave me the toy to play with while she fed 
me. Once we were done she wiped my face and took me back to 
the car.
	When we got home mom told me that tonight I was going 
to be wearing my old PJ's. When she showed me what they 
were I almost cried. The were my old footed sleepers and I 
hated them because every time I went to the kitchen or 
bathroom I would slip and fall. They were hard to take off, 
too. Mom said that I was going to bed early because I was 
unable to stay dry during the day. She took off my clothes 
and when she did I had a wet diaper. She laid me down on my 
floor and changed it making sure to rub powder all of my 
body, knowing I hated when she rubbed my stomach. She then 
re-diapered mw and put a pair of plastic pants over the 
diaper to make it noisier. She then set the feet of the 
sleepers on mine and pulled it up until it was high enough 
then she lifted up my upper body and put my arms through it 
so I was completely covered she zipped me up it was a 
little tight and made me bend my legs so it was harder to 
walk. My mom then told me to brush my teeth and was my 
face. I waddled to the bathroom and washed my face and then 
brushed my teeth.
	When I got back to my room I was surprised to find 
that the bed was made with my old plastic bunny sheets and 
the old rails that came down to the middle of the bed. Mom 
told me she decided that until I stop wetting the bed I 
would wear training pants at night and sleep in a sleeper 
with my old sheets and rails. That is how I spent my day in 
diapers and this went on until I was thirteen.