Part 2
If you have read the first part of “Act Your Age, Troy”, you know that
Adrian (sister, 14) and Troy's mom are planning on treating Troy the
way he's acting. Since Troy has a growth defect causing slow growing,
this should be easy to diaper. If you didn't know this, now you know.
This is taken from Adrian's point. My next update will be Troy.
"Okay, here's what you need to do for chores this week: Take the crib,
changing table, playpen, highchair, and walker out of the basement. Set
it up in the guest room. Baby-proof the house. I'll give you money to
buy small toddler clothes which will cause him to crawl because of the
size of the clothes. Then put a lock on Troy's front doorknob locking
from the outside. Give me the key and you’re done." Mom told me.
"How much am I getting for this?" I asked.
“I'll give you $50," Mom said.
"Done!" I said.
So all that day while Troy was at the mall with his friends I did
everything mom told me to do. It took me about four or five hours. When
I was done I had to put sleeping pills in the soda for Troy so we could
do our work. Troy came home, grabbed the soda and drank it. Instantly
he became drowsy and went to sleep on the couch. Mom came in, picked
him up and brought him into the nursery. Mom set him on the changing
table and told me how to diaper him. When I was done I put on the teddy
bear sleeper I bought on him. Troy had to curl up because of the
sleeper’s size. I thought he looked cute. Because Mom had the cold when
we were born the medicine gave Troy a growth defect. Troy was the size
of a preschooler. We were home-schooled but still went somewhere to go
to school. The teacher had five other kids in the class, two girls and
three boys. We put Troy in the crib and went away.
"Mom, why are we doing this?" I asked Mom.
"Because if your brother is going to be a baby he should be treated
like a baby," Mom replied. I went to bed thinking that now I was the
older child.
Next morning I woke up and went into Troy's new room. He was in the
crib on all fours crying. I picked up a pacifier off the dresser and
put it in his mouth. He just sat there looking at me, tears still in
his eyes. Mom walked in and picked up Troy and put him on the table and
fastened the belt.
"You know what this is for?" Mom asked Troy. He shook his head.
"Because you acted like a baby last few days, that’s how you will be
treated," Mom said.
"However," Mom continued, "there are rules, like you will not take off
your diaper, you will stay whereever me or you sister put you, you will
not return to school but will be treated like a baby at home, and will
not use the bathroom.” He just cried even more.
More will be written later. Don't get your diaper in a bunch.
Act your Age, Troy
Summary: This is about fourteen-year-old Troy Brody and his twin
fourteen-year-old sister Adrian. Troy wets his bed and his mother
thinks has doing it on purpose so she treats him the age he acting.
Troy, Adrian, and their mother live in the backwoods of Maine. Their
father died in 911 and their mother collected money for insurance.
Since they have a lot of money Mrs. Brody doesn't have to work. Troy is
five minutes older than Adrian but Adrian looks like she's sixteen.
Troy is small for his age. He’s the size of a four-year-old because of
a growth problem. Now Troy is acting like a baby so his mom and sister
treat him this way. Here's my story, enjoy!
"Troy, you’re such a baby!" Adrian yelled.
"Troy Alexander, what did you do?" His mom said.
"All I did was access the internet!" Troy said defensively.
"Ya, and you hacked into my diary, you nerd!" Adrian said.
"Troy this is the last straw. First, you break you’re sister's
doorknob. Then you hack into her diary?” Mom said.
"Troy, you will be punished for this," Mom added.
"I'm going to bed," Troy said.
"That's nice," Adrian said. As Troy went upstairs Mrs. Brody explained
her punishment to Adrian.
"Since he's acting like a baby we'll treat him that way. I'll pull him
put of school for the last week," Mrs.Brody explained to Adrian.
"So am I supposed to take care of him?" Adrian asked.
"Yes. Since babies don't need allowances you will be paid for
babysitting you little brother," Said Mrs. Brody.
"This will be fun," Adrian said cheerfully.
Next morning Troy woke up with a strange feeling. He felt a strange
cushion between his legs. He also felt his feet warm, which was unusual
because he always had cold feet (literally). He noticed he was in a
crib. He looked around. His computer was replaced by a changing table.
His TV was gone. His boom box was also missing. Him mom came in and
picked him up.
"What's going on?" He said, disorientated.
"Since you acted like a baby yesterday, that's how you will be treated.
She brought Troy over to the changing table. He looked at the mirror on
his closet door. He was wearing a footed sleeper that zipped in the
back and also had mittens. He began to cry so his mom stuck a pacifier
in his mouth. He reached for his mouth but his mom slapped his hand
away.
"You touch your pacifier you will be spanked," His mom said calmly.
Mrs. Brody brought him downstairs after changing put him in a highchair
and put a bowl of oatmeal with a baby spoon in font of him. He ate it
while Adrian just watched.
"Am I going to school like this?" Troy asked.
"Are you stupid? Babies don't go to school," Adrian said.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Troy asked his mom.
"Well, since I can't have another baby I guess you will have to be my
baby for punishment," Mrs. Brody replied.
Part 2
If you have read the first part of “Act Your Age, Troy”, you know that
Adrian (sister, 14) and Troy's mom are planning on treating Troy the
way he's acting. Since Troy has a growth defect causing slow growing,
this should be easy to diaper. If you didn't know this, now you know.
This is taken from Adrian's point. My next update will be Troy.
"Okay, here's what you need to do for chores this week: Take the crib,
changing table, playpen, highchair, and walker out of the basement. Set
it up in the guest room. Baby-proof the house. I'll give you money to
buy small toddler clothes which will cause him to crawl because of the
size of the clothes. Then put a lock on Troy's front doorknob locking
from the outside. Give me the key and you’re done." Mom told me.
"How much am I getting for this?" I asked.
“I'll give you $50," Mom said.
"Done!" I said.
So all that day while Troy was at the mall with his friends I did
everything mom told me to do. It took me about four or five hours. When
I was done I had to put sleeping pills in the soda for Troy so we could
do our work. Troy came home, grabbed the soda and drank it. Instantly
he became drowsy and went to sleep on the couch. Mom came in, picked
him up and brought him into the nursery. Mom set him on the changing
table and told me how to diaper him. When I was done I put on the teddy
bear sleeper I bought on him. Troy had to curl up because of the
sleeper’s size. I thought he looked cute. Because Mom had the cold when
we were born the medicine gave Troy a growth defect. Troy was the size
of a preschooler. We were home-schooled but still went somewhere to go
to school. The teacher had five other kids in the class, two girls and
three boys. We put Troy in the crib and went away.
"Mom, why are we doing this?" I asked Mom.
"Because if your brother is going to be a baby he should be treated
like a baby," Mom replied. I went to bed thinking that now I was the
older child.
Next morning I woke up and went into Troy's new room. He was in the
crib on all fours crying. I picked up a pacifier off the dresser and
put it in his mouth. He just sat there looking at me, tears still in
his eyes. Mom walked in and picked up Troy and put him on the table and
fastened the belt.
"You know what this is for?" Mom asked Troy. He shook his head.
"Because you acted like a baby last few days, that’s how you will be
treated," Mom said.
"However," Mom continued, "there are rules, like you will not take off
your diaper, you will stay whereever me or you sister put you, you will
not return to school but will be treated like a baby at home, and will
not use the bathroom.” He just cried even more.
More will be written later. Don't get your diaper in a bunch.