Grandma the Teenage Sitter By Tiny Tony It all started when mom and dad decided to take a 15th anniversary trip. My dad was an Archeologist who decided to take my mom on a world trip. My brother Ryan and I were not invited, so mom and dad set out to find a sitter for us. Dad decided to spend a month in Europe, a month in the Middle East, and a month in Asia. So here is where the problem started. No one wanted to watch us for three months, that and my brother and I are still bedwetters. It runs in the family. My dad and one of his brothers were wetters, and I even think my grandpa was a wetter, too. So no one really wanted to deal with a 13 and a 14 year old that still wet the bed. Mom and dad tried for a month to find someone, but with no luck. One night as we sat watching TV there was a phone call. "Hello, Clarks," my dad said. "Oh, hi mom... yes... yes... no... not yet... I didn't think you would... well... I don't know, give us another month to find someone here, O.K...O.K., I'll call, bye." My dad hung up the phone. "What did your mom want, honey?" asked my mom. "She just wanted to know why we have not asked her to watch the boys, we'll talk about this later, O.K.? Boys, it is your bedtime, get ready for bed," dad said. I brushed my teeth and picked on my brother before I went to bed. That night as I lay there I thought why didn't my parents ask my grandma to watch us? Then I had another thought. I hadn't seen my grandma in years. The last time I saw her was when my grandpa died, but that was when I was 6. Then there was the fact my dad made up reasons not to see her. In fact, he moved from Illinois to California to stay away from her. Then there was the fact they were getting desperate to find us a sitter. School was out in two months. Oh well, I thought whatever, as I drifted off to sleep. It was down to the last month and still no sitter. Grandma was the only one who had offered. One night dad and mom came to tell us we would be staying with my grandma. Dad seemed to be upset about it but knew they had no one else. The day finally came. the plane was to fly to Chicago, Ryan and I would meet my grandma there. Mom and dad would then catch a flight to New York, then from there go overseas. The flight was long and boring. When we landed in Chicago grandma was waiting. She ran up and hugged my dad and mom, then looked at me and Ryan. "My, how you guys have grown," she said. Then it was off to luggage claim. From there mom and dad said goodbye and went to catch their flight. Ryan, grandma and I left to go to her car. Wow, for a 57 year old my grandma had a ton of energy. She didn't look her age, either. "Tyler, Ryan you two get in the van, I'll put your luggage in the back," she told us. In no time at all we were off to grandma's house. She lived in the town of Waconda, about two hours from Chicago. Ryan decided to nap in the back seat. I sat up front and listened to grandma go on and on about when we were younger. As we reached Waconda I was surprised to see it was a small town. My grandma drove to her house. It was a large old house that sat near Bangs lake. "OK boys, get out," she said. I got out and stretched. Grandma went around back to get our luggage out. "OH NO," I heard Ryan say. I opened the door on the van to see what was wrong. As Ryan got out I saw the huge wet spot on his pants. "You didn't," I said. "What is wrong?" asked grandma. "Aaaaa, well, Ryan wet in his sleep on the trip over here," I said. "Oh no," my grandma said as she looked into the van at the big wet spot on the seat. "I better get you two ready for your stay before any other accidents happen," she said. She handed me my suitcase and took Ryan's hand. We walked into the house. She then did something a bit weird. She opened a closet under the stairway and put Ryan's suitcase in it. "Hand me your case, Tyler," she told me, I did and she put it in the closet, too. Then she closed the door and locked it. "OK, you two come with me," she said as she grabbed my hand and started upstairs. We went up to a large bathroom. "O.K. you two, strip," she said and left. I looked at Ryan and he looked at me. She returned in a few minutes with two washcloths. "Come on, come on, don't take all day," she told us. Ryan and I started with our shoes, then pants and shirt. Soon we both stood there in nothing but our tighty whiteys. "Big boy pants, too," grandma said as she pulled mine down to my knees. They fell the rest of the way off. Ryan's wet underwear was soon on the floor, too. Grandma set about getting all our clothes into one pile. "O.K .Tyler, you're first, get over here," she told me. I slowly walked over to her. She took one of the washcloths and washed my face, then my hands. "O.K., feet apart," she told me. I slowly spread my legs and she went about cleaning my bottom and penis with the washcloth. When she finished she put the washcloth on the pile of clothes. "O.K., you're done. Ryan, get over here," she said as she put warm water on the other washcloth. I watched as she washed the same places on Ryan. "O.K., you're done," she told him. She put his clothes on the pile, too. "Lets go," she said as she grabbed my hand. Soon, Ryan and I were walking naked down the hall. "This was your dad's and uncle John's room when they were your age, now it will be you guys' room," she told us. She opened the door. To my surprise the room was an oversized nursery. There were two cribs and a ton of baby toys. The walls were panted baby blue, and in a sitting room that was adjoining the room there was a large rocking chair, and what looked like a changing table for babies, but it was adult sized. We walked over to the table. "O.K., baby Tyler, it is time for your diaper, get up," she told me. I watched in horror as she pulled a thick cloth diaper and white pair of rubber pants out from under the table. "I'm not a baby and I'm not wearing that!" I yelled, then turned to leave the room. Just then I felt a sharp pain in my ear. "OOOOOOOOCH!" I yelled as I was dragged by my ear to the rocking chair. My grandma sat down and pulled me over her knee. She then grabbed a brush from a nearby table. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK she started spanking me. After 25 I was crying like a baby. She stopped and asked, "Are you going to be a good boy or do you need a few more?" "I'll be good," I said as tears poured down my face. She once again grabbed me by the ear and pulled me to a corner. "Stay here 'til I'm ready," she told me. I just stood there crying. "Are you going to be good or do you need a tune up, too?" I heard her ask Ryan. "I'll be good," he said. About five minutes later I heard "you're done, get down. OK Tyler, it is your turn again." I turned to see Ryan standing there in a thick cloth diaper and rubber pants, with a white T-shirt on, and a pacifier around his neck. I slowly walked over to the table as my grandma got my diaper ready. "O.K., get up," she told me. I got up on the table and lay down. "Well, let me see," she said. "Most of the time little boys get grumpy it is cause they can't poop," she said as she looked under the table. "Oh, there we go." she pulled out a blue jar and opened it. She then pulled out a white bullet-looking thing. "This will help my wittle guy go poopee woopee," she told me. She pushed my legs up to my head raising my bottom into the air. I then felt her put the white thing in my bottom. She then put the diaper under me and took a scoop of Vaseline and rubbed it into my bottom. She put powder on my bottom then put my legs down and apart. She took another good scoop of Vaseline and worked it into my groin. She powdered me then pulled the diaper in tightly in my crotch and pinned it in place with duck pins. She then put her hands into the leg holes of the rubber pants and pulled my feet into them. "O.K., arch your back," she told me. Then she pulled the pants up to my waist. She then told me to sit up and she put a blue T-shirt on me. She also put a pacifier around my neck. "O.K., hop down, you're done," she told me. I did and asked, "Why are you dressing us like this?" "Well, this is how all little boys who are not fully potty trained are dressed, dear," she told me. "Now, if you want to be big boys again you will have to keep your diapers dry for two weeks," she explained. "This is how your daddy and uncle Johnny stopped wetting. Now it is almost 5 and you need to eat, so let's go to the kitchen," she said as she grabbed mine and Ryan's hands. We went down to the kitchen there me and Ryan saw two large high chairs. "O.K., baby Ryan, you're first," she told him. He walked over to a waiting high chair and got into it. I watched as grandma put the seat belt on him. She then lowered the tray and locked it down. She took a bib from a drawer by the high chairs and put it on him. "O.K., baby Tyler, your turn," she told me. I walked over to the high chair. "What is to eat?" I asked. "Oh, don't you worry," she told me. She then put her hands on my hips. "It will be a good meal that is healthy for my baby and make his poopees much easier," she said as she gently rocked my hips from side to side. She then turned me to the high chair. "Now get in your chair, potty pants," she said. She gave my bottom a light slap. I got up in my high chair and I, too, was buckled in. The tray was lowered and a bib put on me. Grandma went to work making our meal. It was then that I felt the need to poop. I started to move around in the high chair. I pushed on it to get out but it was no use. "Aaa........ grandma, I need to go to the bathroom, aaa!" I mumbled. "That is why you are wearing a diaper," she said. I tried to hold it but it was no good. I soon felt the poop pushing its way out. Soon I was sitting in a pile of poop. "Well, well, well, it smells like Tyler's poopy pill worked," she said. About ten minutes later she turned from the stove with our meals. She put the mac and cheese on our trays. "Eat up," she told us. She then gave us both sippy cups of milk. Ryan and I ate slowly; I think we were both shocked. After dinner we were taken up to the nursery. I was changed, but Ryan didn't need his diaper changed. Grandma let us watch a movie, then we were both put in thick diapers and T-shirts for bed. Grandma then told us a story and told us to get some sleep. As I lay there I thought to myself, I now had my answers to my questions about dad and grandma. As the morning dawned I woke to find I couldn't get out of the crib on my own. Grandma took us both to the bathroom where she gave, yes, gave us both baths. We then were taken to the nursery. Grandma rubbed baby lotion on both of us. We were again diapered in thick diapers, but this time we were both dressed in onesies. Mine was a blue one with dump trucks on it. Ryan's was green with planes. We were both placed into a large playpen grandma had in her office. Ryan and I spent most of the day playing in the playpen. We were given lunch at noon, nap time was from one 'til three. Dinner was at five and bedtime at eight. We spent the rest of the summer being treated as if we were toddlers. Soon the day came that mom and dad would be home. That night I lay in my crib and thought soon I would be out of this mess. That morning as the sun danced across the walls I woke up to my grandma. "Boys, Boys, get up, I have some great news," she told us. I opened my eyes and sat up in my crib hoping to see my mom and dad. "Your dad just got a call this morning as they were leaving Asia," she said. "It turns out they found a temple there, and your dad is part of one of the teams that is going to stay and help study it, so we get to spend six more months with each other, it's that great. I was totally bummed out. "But what about mom?" I asked. "She decided to stay with your dad, but they will be here in a few weeks to see you, don't worry," she told me. Well three months have now passed. I'm still in diapers 24/7. I have been getting better at keeping my diapers dry at night. Grandma said if I keep it up I might be in training pants by the time mom and dad get back. I just hope I'm out of diapers by 18. The End