DJ's Diaper Diaries: Part Two- The Next Morning ----------------------------------------------- Chapter One "What the hell happened?!" I thought through a major headache. The last thing I could remember was that Linda was giving me a bottle the night before. I soon became more aware of my surroundings. The first thing I noticed that besides being extremely wet, I had also messed myself for the first time in almost eight years. What really got me is I realized that I was laying in a crib with a teddy bear in my arms and a pacifier still in my mouth. By this time I was wide awake. "Well, Now I know what the locked room was. It's Mark, Bryan, and Jonathan's NURSERY!" I thought with a laugh. I started to look around and see what the room looked like. The room was painted in a pale sky blue with clouds up towards the ceiling, and birds flying around. There were big cribs along three of the walls and what looked like a changing table along the fourth. What I really thought made the room was a mural of Christopher Robins playing with "Pooh", "Tigger", and the rest of the gang on the ceiling. The rest of the room was kind of hard to see since the sun was only partially visible through the heavy blinds, and the only other light was coming from some night lights. Looking over at the crib Mark was in, I could tell he was still asleep. "He sure does look cute sleeping like that. I really wish I had a camera right now," I thought, "Mark wearing a footed sleeper is something they would have to see to believe. I got a shock as I looked down and saw that I had one on as well. About this time I started getting sleepy again. I fell back asleep to the sound of mobile playing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." "C'mon, DJ, time for baby to get up." I heard Linda say through a haze of sleep. Being the heavy sleeper I am, I just mumbled "Just five more minutes Mom, please." "Sorry, It's time to get up now," Linda replied with a laugh. I jerked awake at this, remembering where I was. I saw that Sherri had already gotten Mark up, and had him strapped down on an oak changing table. He just waved at me, smiling around a baby bottle. "Well, from the smell in here it seems like somebody has a poopy diaper," Linda announced. I just gave a sheepish smile and turned red at this. "I think, maybe you need a bath then, huh?" she went on in as cooing type of voice. "Uh huh," was all I could muster to this. With that the side of the crib was released and Linda helped me out. I think they expected me to be messy because a bubble bath had already been made. Linda had me stand in front of her as she sat down on the toilet. After unzipping my sleeper she placed it in a hamper and had me lay down on the floor so she could remove my diaper. "My, you are a little stinker, aren't you!!" she laughed as she untapped my sodden diaper. I just looked up at her and grinned. "Okay, into the tub with you," She told me after cleaning off my poop-plastered bottom. "Don't you think I'm a bit old for bubble baths?" I asked hesitantly. "A 13 year-old might be too old for them, but till your parents pick you up on Sunday, you're only three," was Linda's matter-of-fact reply. "Oh, okay," I said, stepping in to the strawberry- scented bubbled water. "HUH!!" I exclaimed as what she told me finally sank in. "You heard me. Till your parents come and get you Sunday evening, you and Mark both are going to be treated like toddlers," she said with a smile, and with that she started to give me a bath. After my bath was over, I was led back into the nursery stark naked and strapped down on the changing table. Sherri placed a bottle of warm milk in my mouth to tide me over till breakfast. I soon had one of the Pamper/Attends combo I had with me taped on, and was taken downstairs and placed on a big playpen that had been set up in the family room. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to happen?" I asked Mark heatedly. "I didn't know how far they were going to take this till I woke in my crib this morning," He told me chuckling. "What's so damned funny?" I demanded. "The look on your face when you woke up, and realized you had been placed in a footed sleeper and a crib." He said laughing in earnest. "Yeah, I guess it must have been priceless to see." I replied, joining in on his laughter. "So, how long have you and your brothers had a nursery and been babied?" I asked, wondering how long this has been going on. "Since my Dad was killed, by that fucking drunk driver!" came his venomous reply. "I'm sorry, Mark, I didn't mean to bring that up." I apologized. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean anything by it." was his more subdued answer. During this time the room had filled with the smell of sausage, home made waffles, and eggs. "Time for breakfast you guys." Sherri announced as she lowered the playpen's rail. Mark and I both got up and ran for the dining room to eat. Upon sitting down Linda came up behind us and tied bibs around our necks, and cut up our food for us. Chapter Two After finishing breakfast, we were led back up to the nursery for a much needed diaper change, and to be dressed for the day. "So, which outfit does wittle DJ want to wear?" I was asked by Linda as she finished taping a new diaper in place. Holding up a pair of short-alls with bears on it and a set of toddler-like elastic waist pull-up pants. "Couldn't, I just wear some of my sweats?" I asked. "No, you may not. those are big boy clothes and you aren't a big boy yet. Now you can either choose yourself, or I'll make it for you," was the reply I got. "I'll take the pants," I said glumly. "Okay, now put your arms up," Linda said as she reached for a shirt with 'Li'l Slugger' printed on it. "Lay down and lift up, please," I was told after the shirt had been pulled down. As she reached underneath me I realized that she was putting a onesie on me. Before I knew it though she had it snapped up and my pants almost all the way pulled up. We were sent out back to play for awhile after Sherri and Linda finished dressing us. " DJ, Mark, time to go hurry up!!" we heard Mark's Mom yell from the back door. "Did you know we were going out?" I asked Mark nervously as we headed for the back door. "No, I didn't," he commented just as nervously. "Do either of you need to be changed before we leave?" Sherri asked as we came through the door. "I don't." I said. "I'm clean and dry," Mark told her. "Then head out to the car." she told us while giving us a pat on the bottom. As we headed for the car I asked Mark "Why is it that every time that we get our diapers changed and such someone always seems to pat us on the bottom?" "I don't know, maybe they like how a diapered bottom feels." Mark told me. "I don't fucking believe this!!" I exclaimed as we reached the car. "What?" Mark asked, surprised by my uncharacteristic outburst. "Take a look in the back seat." I told him disgustedly. "They've got to be shitting us!!" Mark said as he looked in the back seat and saw two giant sized car seat. About this time Sherri and Linda came out of the house. "Mom, I know you like to baby me now and then, but don't you think the car seats are a bit much?" Mark asked a bit sarcastically. "Not really, no," she replied. "We can do this one of two ways. You can either get in willingly, or you can have your butts swatted first and then be put in them," she added. "That's okay. I'll use it willingly. I just hope none of my friends see me like this," I told her. "Mark?" she questioned. "Oh, all right, lets get this over with!" he pouted. "Good," Sherri said, and with that Mark and I were buckled into the seats and we took off. Chapter Three After several other errands, Linda told us that since Mark and I have behaved ourselves so well that we were going to a movie. "Which one?" we both asked. "It's a secret, you'll just have to wait until we get there," was our answer. Mark and I both noticed that there were a bunch of little kids when we pulled up to the theater. "I've got a bad feeling about this." Mark whispered to me as we pulled into a parking spot. "I don't blame you." I whispered back. A minute later we found ourselves being walked up to the box office. "Two adults, and two children for "Lion King" please." Sherri said to the man in the office. "That'll be 15 dollars, please." the man replied. Sherri handed him the money and took the tickets. "Enjoy your show." he told us as we walked off. "Were those two kids wearing diapers?" I heard him ask one of the other people in the box office. "It looks like they were." came the chuckled reply. By the time the movie was over I was in serious need of a diaper change. "Sherri?" I asked nervously. "Yeah, DJ?" She replied. "I need to be changed." I said sheepishly. "What about you, Mark? Do you need to be changed?" she asked "No, Mom. I'm not that wet," he told her. "Okay then, DJ, come with me," she said after taking the backpack that Linda was using as a diaper bag for us and headed for the ladies' room. "I can't go in there," I complained. "Why not?" she asked "It's the ladies' room," I answered. "Do you want your diaper changed or not?" Sherri said, getting a bit steamed. "Well, yeah." I said "Okay, then." With that she pulled me into the crowded restroom and headed for the changing station that was mounted on the far wall. "Okay, up you go," Sherri said, as she boosted me up. It's a good thing that I was small for my age or the table would have never held me. "Don't you need me to pull my pants down?" I asked while Sherri fastened the table's belt around my waist. "That won't be necessary," She commented and proceeded to undo the snaps in the legs of my pants. "That explains the laughing behind me at the concession stand," I thought. While Sherri changed my pee soaked diaper, I heard several comments ranging from how cute people thought I looked to ones of utter disgust. We joined Mark and Linda a few minutes later. "Thanks a lot for telling me that these pants had a snap crotch," I mumbled to Linda on our way to the car. "Well, What did you expect?" She laughed in response. I was at a loss of words at this because she was right I should have expected it. "So, Who wants McDonald's for lunch?" Sherri asked as her and Linda strapped me and Mark back into our car seat. "I do!!" we both answered in excited unison. For lunch Mark and I both got a cheeseburger Happy Meal. "After you're done eating, You two are going to take a little nap," Sherri informed us as we pulled into their driveway a couple of minutes later. "AWW, do we have to?!" Mark and I complained. I didn't really mind having to take an afternoon nap since I normally took one on the weekend anyway. I just felt that I should complain for forms sake. Since Marks complaint to taking a nap was as half-hearted as mine I figured he was looking forward to it as much as I was. "Yes, you do." Sherri and Linda laughed seeing the tired expressions on our faces. Lunch went by quickly. Mark and I soon found ourselves being herded up to the nursery for our promised nap. Sherri came into the room a few minute later with a couple of bottles of juice for Mark and I. Sherri helped me into a sleeper after Linda finished changing me. "Into bed with you, DJ," Sherri told me as she finished zipping up my sleeper. "Thanks for having me over this weekend," I told her as she raised the crib rail behind me. "Your very welcome, DJ. We've enjoyed having you." Sherri replied as she placed the bottle of juice in my mouth and covered me up with a fleece baby blanket. "Have a good nap," she added softly while patting my head gently. I just smiled up at her tiredly. By this time Linda had finished getting Mark tucked in to his crib. They turned on the teddy bear mobiles attached to our cribs on their way out and turned out the lights. "I really have enjoyed myself this weekend Mark, I'm sorry I didn't accept your invitations sooner." I said groggily. "It's okay. Now you won't have an excuse not to stay over next time." He answered sleepily. Soon the only sound coming from the room was a from a couple of sleeping baby boys. The rest of the weekend went the same. Sherri and Linda treated Mark and I as three year-old toddlers the entire time. In a way, I think they enjoyed it almost as much as we did. My parents came by to pick me up Sunday evening. "So, how did you like your sleep over DJ?" my Mom asked as Linda let them in. I just grinned, and said, "I had lots of fun. I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner." "I'm glad you had fun," she smiled at me. "You wouldn't have enjoyed the camp out," she told me. "Why not?" I asked her. "Because we had to come home Friday night due to possible flooding in the area," she replied. "We decided to just let you stay over because we thought you needed to have this experience," she added. "Oh, that's okay," I replied. "Did he behave himself okay, Sherri?" my Dad asked. "Yes, he acted like he was a well-behaved toddler," she answered, giving me a wink as she said this. I just smiled. "Oh, god! I hope he didn't act like that," my parents laughed. I had heard all the stories about how I was a holy terror as a little kid. Sherri, Linda and Mark laughed as well. "Don't worry about it. He was very well-behaved," Linda added. "Did you have any problems with the other thing?" my Mom asked them, meaning my diapers. " Nope, no trouble there, either," they told her. "Well, we have to be going now," my Dad said, looking at his watch. "Go up and get your bag, DJ," he told me. "I'd like to thank you again for having me over this weekend," I told everyone as I came back down with my bag. "You're perfectly welcome, DJ. We were glad to have you," Sherri replied. As we pulled out of the driveway I waved back at Mark and smiled. "I wonder what next time will be like?" I thought to myself with a grin. It was then that I sensed how much more calm and relaxed I was compared to the previous Friday. "Maybe there is something to being babied that helps a person relax," I thought.