Greg's Life in Diapers Growing up, Greg was quite rebellious, to say the least. He spent his time with the wrong crowd, doing the wrong things, and was in and out of trouble. He never really hurt anyone, but couldn't help pulling pranks, cutting school, etc. His parents tried their best to keep him in line, with some limited success. Greg's father passed away (from a tragic car accident) when he was fifteen. His behavior grew even worse after his father died, and his mom tried everything to make me toe the line. Finally, she sent Greg across country to boarding school when he was sixteen and a high school junior. It didn't work either. Heading back on the bus, Greg knew he was probably in big trouble. The first semester he had kept to the grindstone, but was back to the old tricks during the second semester. He cut class too much in a couple of classes, so he ended up flunking them. Greg knew the grades would arrive home right before he did, so he would be in hot water. Greg really did feel bad this time. Despite the best of intentions, he just couldn't help it. It was a long bus ride, but late at night Greg was finally there. His mom and aunt met him at the bus station (Aunt Ruth moved in with them after his father passed away). After a reasonably warm greeting, the ride home in the car was painfully quiet. Finally, Greg asked, "Did you get my report card? I know I have some explaining to do, and I really am sorry." After a long pause, his mother replied, "Yes Greg, I received the report. I wasn't particularly surprised, since your teachers have been calling me since you starting missing class back in March." Greg started to explain, knowing it was futile. "I really am sorry, I just don't seem to be able to help it." Mom replied, "Greg honey, Sorry just doesn't cut it this time. There are going to be some big changes for you this summer. Sleep well tonight, because we have some big plans for you tomorrow. Your father recommended a plan years ago, and Aunt Ruth and I are finally convinced." With this, Aunt Ruth gave Greg a sly smile. He really wondered what they were talking about, but could tell they were in no mood for questions. Soon they were home. He unpacked and went to bed. Greg assumed they were going to make him a house captive for the summer, not letting him go out and putting him to work. Greg figured he deserved it and that it wouldn't last too long anyway. He was exhausted and slept like a baby. Meanwhile, Julie (Greg's mother) and Aunt Ruth were preparing for the next day. Julie asked, "Are you sure we should go through with this?" Aunt Ruth replied "You can't get cold feel now. We have been thinking of trying this for years, and instead tried everything else. If he doesn't change soon it will be too late to make anything of himself." "I know," Julie said, "It just seems strange to try this, but we don't have much choice. Besides, we have been preparing since for months and his father swore it changed him for the better." Half joking, Aunt Ruth said "I'm glad you didn't change your mind. It's too late to return all the big diapers now, so someone has to wear them." Part II Greg woke up about 9 A.M. It was the best he had slept in ages. He went to get a cup of coffee in the kitchen, where his mother and Aunt Ruth were sitting at the table. His mother said "Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?" "Fine," Greg replied, "it is nice to be home." After they had a nice breakfast, he said "I guess I need to shower." His mother agreed, adding, "after you are done we will discuss the details of your new summer program." As Greg stepped into the shower he thought about how nice it was to be home. He wondered what in the world they had in store for him, but he assumed it would involve a summer of manual labor. He didn't let it bother him, as he figured he had it coming. After a nice, hot shower, he stepped out and wrapped himself in a towel. Then he slowly dried and combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Then he stepped out of the bathroom and walked towards his bedroom, with the towel wrapped around him. Then he grabbed the door handle, which to his surprise wouldn't open. "That isn't your room anymore, dear," said Aunt Ruth. As he stood confused, his mother added, "we set up a new room for you to use this summer. It is the old study upstairs. Head up there and we will explain." His head spinning, Greg headed up stairs to the old study. It was a room his father used to work at home, and Greg hadn't been in it for years. Soon he opened the door and walked in. Greg stood speechless in his new room. It was now a bizarre version of a baby room, with Pooh bear wallpaper, an oversized crib, a large changing table, and a corner filled with diapers and changing supplies. After gazing quietly for a minute, Greg asked, "What the hell kind of joke is this?" His mother slapped his hand (rather hard) and said, "babies don't swear in this house! Now sit down in the rocker and ask nicely." Greg sat down as instructed, disbelieving what was happening. Aunt Ruth said, "I'll get your clothes for the day ready while your mother explains what's going on." As he sat in the large rocker, he listened in disbelief to his mother. She said, "Greg, honey, we have tried everything to help you behave. We have been lenient, we have been a little tough. No matter what we do, you can't behave for long. Whatever the rules are, you flagrantly break them, with a smile on your face. Your father suggested this approach years ago, and we figure we don't have anything to lose. We obviously messed up somewhere along the line with you as a child. We are going to start all over again with you, hoping this time as a baby you will learn some manners and discipline. For the summer you will be a baby, and after that we will take it from there." At this point Aunt Ruth came back in the room, with his adult sized, baby style clothes. As Greg watched, still wondering if they were just putting him on, Aunt Ruth pulled an adult sized disposable diaper out of the drawer. Greg by then had had enough, and stood up, saying "Are you nuts? I'm not a baby, I'm seventeen. There is no way I am wearing any of that." With this, his mother then pulled his towel away, leaving him naked. Before he knew it, she was in the rocking chair and had bent him over her knee. She proceeded to slap his naked bottom, saying, "you will not speak to us this way. I didn't spank you as a child, and that may have been part of the problem. I won't make the same mistake twice!" Embarrassed and a little hurt, he cried "Please stop, I'm sorry!" After a couple of more spankings, she stopped and told him to lie down on the floor. Soon a soft, thick diaper was underneath him. "Lift your legs so I can put on some cream, honey." Greg did as told, as she rubbed the baby lotion on his sore bottom. Then she powdered his bottom and groin, saying, "We don't want you to get a diaper rash, since you will be wearing these for awhile." As she pulled the diaper tight and fastened the tapes, Greg quietly asked, "All the time?" "Yes honey," she replied, "You will wear them all the time, and use them, too. We will change your wet diapers a few times a day and your messy as needed. You will get used to them before you know it. Now sit up so Aunt Ruth can dress you." Greg did as told, sitting up quietly while Aunt Ruth put on his toddler-style outfit. The shirt was his size, but had cute choo-choo trains on it. The shorts were soft and loose fitting, so they fit easily over his thick diaper. After he was dressed, his mother said, "there, honey, you look very cute. You look a little sleepy, so lets head back to the kitchen for some coffee." They headed downstairs and went to the kitchen. When he walked in, Greg was surprised to see an adult-sized high chair. He wanted to protest, but realized it was futile. He sat in the high chair and they fastened the tray. Then he was presented his cup of coffee, in a baby bottle. "Isn't that neat?" Aunt Ruth asked, "I found a bottle that had a thermal-type liner, so the coffee won't melt it." Surprised at their continued thoroughness, Greg nodded and drank his coffee out of the bottle. They proceeded to visit for awhile as if nothing had happened. They updated him on family news, including stories from the extended relatives out east. They also covered sports, news, and the usual topics. After about an hour, his mother said, "Well, it is about 11:00. It is your nap time dear." Greg meekly replied, "I'm pretty awake, mom." "Well, babies need their rest, honey," she responded, "If you can't sleep you can lay in your crib and read." Soon Greg was laying in the huge crib they had found. Aunt Ruth said, "have a good nap, dear. We will be back in a couple of hours." After they left, Greg's mind raced through the bizarre events of the morning. He couldn't believe he was "napping" in a big crib, wearing baby clothes and a thick diaper. The diaper did feel nice and soft, which was pretty comfortable. Still, he couldn't believe he had to actually use them. He hoped they were just teaching him a lesson and would let him off the hook soon. As he drifted off to sleep, he wasn't sure what would happen next. To be continued...