"If You Act Like a Baby.”
By Skippy

Introduction
KiddieKare

Hi, my name's Jamie, and I just turned sixteen, which makes me the 
oldest kid here at the KiddieKare Daycare Center by at least ten years. 
But KiddieKare is where I've been spending my mornings this summer, and 
things could be worse. I guess. You might ask what a sixteen year old 
is doing in daycare at all, let alone why I'm wearing these cute 
OshKosh shortalls with the handy crotch snaps for quick diaper changes. 
Diaper changes? For a sixteen year old? Well, let me tell you.

I'm the youngest in our family. Jillian is three years older than me, 
and Sally is five years older. When we were little and my sisters 
played house, I always had to be the "baby". Of course, now things have 
taken a whole new turn, and my big sisters aren't helping a bit.

To start with, Mom says I was tough to toilet train. I wasn't really 
out of diapers during the day until I was three. And I was almost five 
before I stopped wearing them at night. Mom and Dad were pretty 
laidback about it. They did start worrying when I began to outgrow 
toddler size Pampers, but then I finally started waking up dry, so it 
was goodbye Pampers for me. I kept thinking about diapers a lot, but 
thinking was all I could do, because there weren't any more in the 
house.

But our cousins' house is less than a mile away. They're all boys - 
Tim, Jason and Josh. Josh is the littlest. He was born when I was six, 
and it turned out he was a real slow trainer too, so there were always 
plenty of diapers around their house. Whenever I went over to play, I 
would sneak into the upstairs bathroom and swipe a couple of Josh's 
Pampers. Until I was nine I could still get the tapes to fit around my 
waist, and after that I would just sort of stuff them in my underwear. 
I wore those Pampers whenever I could, especially to bed, and I really 
got into the feeling of wetting them when I got the urge.

The first time I got caught was when I was eight. I was at my cousins' 
house. My Aunt Lulu happened to pat me on the behind and felt that 
familiar plastic crinkle under my shorts. She didn't say much about it, 
but she made me take the diapers off and promise not to steal any more. 
She also told my parents. I guess they were pretty annoyed. So I was a 
good boy for a while. After a month or two though, the temptation got 
to be too much, and I started snitching Josh's Pampers again. I think 
Aunt Lulu knew what was going on, but she was nice and didn't say 
anything.

I remember getting caught again when I was eleven. It was summer, and I 
had stockpiled a bunch of disposables under my mattress. Mom found them 
and confronted me. She was super mad, yelling that it was ridiculous 
for me to wear diapers like a baby, and she made me go apologize to 
Aunt Lulu. That was also the first time Mom threatened me with going 
back to diapers as a punishment -"How would you really like to be a 
baby and have to wear diapers all the time?" I didn't tell her that was 
just what I was fantasizing about practically every night.

A year later, when she caught me at it for the third time, Mom made me 
go talk to a psychologist. He said not to worry, that it was just a 
phase and that it was up to my parents to decide how to deal with it. 
He even suggested the option of buying me some diapers of my own and 
letting me get it out my system.”Once he realizes the inconvenience and 
the potential embarrassment, I predict that he'll come around soon."

Mom and Dad talked it over, and in fact Mom was ready to get me some 
diapers and let me wear them, but Dad said that sounded ridiculous and 
he thought the psychologist was full of it, so the idea was vetoed. I 
was bummed.

Then cousin Josh finally got toilet trained, and my supply dried up. I 
had to figure out how to buy my own diapers! It was the year I turned 
fifteen. I'd saved up money from mowing the lawn and raking leaves, so 
I rode my bike over to the Walgreen's on the far side of town. I was 
super nervous, but I worked up my courage, walked straight to the baby 
section, and picked out a pack of toddler Pampers, some Johnson's baby 
powder (love that smell) and a cute Winnie-the-Pooh pacifier. As an 
afterthought I grabbed a package of Toddler XL plastic pants. They 
looked huge. Maybe they would fit me!

Keeping an eye out for anyone I knew, I went up to the checkout, trying 
to act casual. The lady just smiled at me and began to ring the items 
up.

"Big shopping day for baby!" she said. I laughed nervously.

Of course she didn't know the things were for me. Or did she suspect? I 
was so excited, I didn't care. I raced home and smuggled everything up 
to my room. Everyone was out, so I was alone. I had those big plastic 
baby pants on in seconds. They actually fit! Though they were pretty 
snug, they were obviously intended for kids almost my size. I stuffed a 
Pampers in them, and I was in bliss.

I ran through that pack of Pampers in a week. I started wearing the 
plastic pants all the time too - sometimes just over underwear, but 
when I went to bed I would stuff a Pampers down into my plastic pants 
and let loose. My pacifier started getting worn out from me chewing on 
it every night while I jerked off in my wet diapers. In short, 
everything was going great.

I went back to the drugstore a couple of times, and I just kept on 
buying more toddler Pampers and sneaking the used ones into the trash. 
One day Dad lost part of a new woodworking set he had just bought. He 
declared a house-wide search, and while I was looking around in the 
basement, I heard him yell, "Jamie!"

I ran upstairs. I could tell Dad was pissed off about something. He was 
standing in the garage, where he had been going through the trash to 
see if his stuff had accidentally been thrown out.

Dad was holding a plastic bag full of my sodden Pampers. He said, 
"Jamie, are these yours?" I just looked at him, and he repeated, 
"Jamie, are these your diapers? Have you been wearing these diapers?"

I couldn't say anything except yes. What could I do? I was so 
embarrassed. I could feel my face turning red and my eyes watering. I 
start crying when I get angry or embarrassed, which just makes things 
worse.

I began telling Dad that I sometimes had bedwetting problems at night 
and that I had been wearing the diapers to keep the bed dry. He looked 
at me dubiously. I knew he hadn't forgotten my earlier episodes.

"Well then," he said slowly, "maybe you'd better go see someone about 
it.”

"It's not that serious. I mean, it doesn't happen every night. I think 
I'm getting over it," I lied. I could feel the tears coming.

"You'd better be telling me the truth. Bedwetting at your age is pretty 
unusual. You are getting a little old for diapers, don't you think? 
Where did you find these, anyway?"

"I bought them at Walgreen's. Dad, it's not a big deal, I think it's 
just like a temporary thing.”

"I hope so. I'll let it go this time, but if you keep wetting your bed, 
you better tell Mom and me about it. And no more diapers! If you've got 
a problem, then you've got a problem. But if you're making up a story 
just because you still want to play baby even though you're a teenager, 
then I promise you, this time you'll find out what playing baby really 
means.”

"All right, Dad, I promise. No more diapers.”

"I'm letting your mother know about this. We'll both be watching for 
any more of this behavior. If you really want to act like baby, then we 
will treat you like a baby. It's your decision.”

"Okay, Dad, I understand.” Now the tears were rolling down my cheeks.

"I don't know that you really do understand. I want you to repeat what 
I just said. If you act like a baby, then you'll be treated like a 
baby.”

"All right," I sobbed. “If I act like a baby, I'll be treated like a 
baby. I promise I won't do it anymore.” Dad gave me a pat on the back 
to calm me down, but I knew he meant business. I felt totally ashamed 
and humiliated.

So that ended my diaper wearing days for a little while. Dad and Mom 
were both really mad at me. Since I didn't have the nerve to start 
wetting my bed for real, I guess they knew that I was lying about 
needing the diapers and that I was just into wearing them for fun. I 
felt pretty guilty for a while, so I just focused on getting through 
the year at school, and then it was summer vacation and I got my first 
regular job.

Chapter One Babysitting Brad

High school was out. I was pretty much stuck at home for the summer, 
thinking about earning enough money to buy a car for when I got my 
permit. So I needed a summer job, and it was natural for my big sister 
Sally to volunteer me to take care of Brad. Brad is our neighbor's - 
the Lawson's - kid. Sally had been sitting him since he was tiny, but 
this summer she got a job working at McDonald's, which paid much better 
money than babysitting

My best friend Jeff was away doing six weeks as a camp counselor, and I 
didn't have any other close friends around or a girlfriend or anything 
else happening. My sisters were both busy working. And when they were 
around, the two of them - not to mention their friends - acted really 
condescending to me - the layabout "little brother". Dad was at work at 
the shop all day long, and Mom was really busy with her real estate. It 
was boring being home alone.

So I told the Lawson’s that I was cool to watch Brad in the afternoons. 
My cousins Tim and Jason gave me a ton of grief for doing a "girl" job. 
But I didn't care. I liked Brad. He was almost three, and still pretty 
much un-toilet-trained, which meant that taking care of him was a lot 
of work. But I knew I could handle it, and besides, there were fringe 
benefits.

The Lawson’s are kind of "save-the-earth" granola types, and they never 
used disposable diapers for Brad unless they had to. Except for 
traveling and for Brad's daycare, they kept him in old-fashioned cloth 
diapers and plastic pants. They even had a diaper service, which 
delivered clean diapers twice a week and took the dirty ones away. This 
seemed really neat to me. The first time I was left alone with Brad for 
the afternoon, I got him settled down in front of the TV, and then I 
was into his bedroom in a flash.

There were piles of fluffy cotton diaper service diapers on his 
changing table. I unfolded a couple, hopped up on the changing table 
myself, and smeared my crotch properly with some Desitin rash ointment. 
I sprinkled my crotch with a big puff of Johnson's Baby Powder, and 
proceeded to pin on two of Brad's diapers using his cute little duckie 
diaper pins. My hips are super skinny, so the diapers weren't even a 
tight fit. I guess Mrs. Lawson folded them up small to diaper Brad, but 
when I laid them out flat they fit me perfectly. Even better - each 
soft cotton diaper was stamped in the corner with a cute "Tidee-Didee 
Diaper Service" logo in blue.

Of course, Brad's plastic pants would never fit me (I'd outgrown 
Toddler XL a few years back). But I'd seen that the Medical Supply 
section at Walgreen's had waterproof pants plenty big enough. So I took 
my first day's babysitting pay and raced down to the pharmacy on my 
bike. I didn't care what anyone thought seeing a teenager buying adult 
incontinence pants. I was so impatient to check them out that I put 
them on in the public restroom at McDonald's downtown. They were made 
of the same kind of tough plastic material as Brad's, with the same 
snug elastic legs and waistband. perfect.

The next day I was in Brad's room practically before Janet Lawson had 
walked out the front door. It turned out my plastic pants fit just 
right over the diapers I had "borrowed"- tight around the legs and 
waist and really puffy everywhere else. I slipped my shorts back on 
before I came out of the nursery. The extra padding made for kind of a 
tight fit, but Brad wouldn't notice. It was a great feeling wetting 
those diapers just like a baby, knowing the plastic pants would hold 
everything in.

By five o'clock I was soaked. I changed out of the squishy diapers and 
deposited them in Brad's diaper pail. When Janet came home, she asked 
me how Brad was doing and whether he had been a good boy. She had made 
a big deal about watching when he needed to go and reminding him to use 
the toilet, so when she checked Brad's pants and found that he was 
soaking wet again, she got kind of annoyed. She said I would need to 
work harder on getting him out of diapers. Meanwhile, I was just 
getting into them.

Janet Lawson works at the same real estate firm as my mom. They were 
really busy that summer, so I was regularly alone in the house with 
Brad from one o'clock till five thirty or six. I was in diapers every 
single afternoon for five weeks. Brad would take a nap for an hour or 
so, and then I'd watch TV, but the rest of the time we would just play 
around in the playroom or outside in their fenced-in back yard. I got 
to be pretty brazen about being in diapers, and one hot day I even left 
my shorts off. Brad went around the house just in diapers. Why couldn't 
I? The first couple of times Brad saw me in diapers he laughed and 
laughed, but he quickly got used to it. Being dressed alike made it 
even more fun to play with him. It was like we were both just toddlers 
fooling around on the rug with his blocks or out in the sandbox with 
his trucks.

"You're great with Brad, Jamie," said Janet, "you're a real playmate 
for him. I just wish you could help him learn to keep dry. He can't go 
to pre-school in the fall if he's still in diapers, you know. Why 
yesterday I even saw a dirty diaper in his pail. Are you sure that 
you're reminding him to use the potty? It's not good if he's so 
interested in playing that he just does everything in his diaper.”

"Oh, I remind him a lot," I said, which was true, even if it didn't 
make any difference. Anyway that dirty diaper was actually mine. I had 
suddenly needed to poop while we were both outside playing in the yard, 
and so I just cut loose. It was incredible to feel the load filling my 
pants. I cleaned up pretty fast, and stuffed the dirty diapers in 
Brad's pail. I knew that Brad still had accidents sometimes, and I 
didn't think that Mrs. Lawson would notice. So I was kind of surprised 
that she mentioned it. I realized that I would have to be more careful.

"Now Jamie, tomorrow night your mom and I are finally going out to the 
movies, remember? We won't be back until late. You will have to give 
Brad dinner and put him to bed. I'll give you ten dollars extra for the 
long day.”

"No problem, Mrs. Lawson, see you tomorrow.”

I was so excited the next day. Once I got Brad into bed I was going to 
have the evening all to myself. Right after I put Brad into his double 
night diapers I put triple diapers on myself, and when I fixed Brad his 
nighttime bottle, I warmed one up for myself too. Brad thought it was a 
little funny that we both had bottles, but he'd gotten used to me 
playing baby. Once he was asleep in his crib, I curled up in the living 
room to watch TV, suck on my bottle, and soak my diaper. I was lying on 
the rug watching some old cartoon tapes when suddenly I had a great 
idea. The Lawson’s had never gotten rid of Brad's old playpen. They 
kept it tucked away in a corner to store all his toys. I pulled the 
playpen out in front of the TV, cleared out a bunch of stuffed animals, 
and climbed in it myself. I was in baby heaven. I felt amazingly 
infantile sitting in the mesh-sided playpen, sucking on my bottle, 
hugging a big plush rabbit, and watching Daffy Duck. I totally relaxed 
and let my bladder empty into the fluffy cloth.

Suddenly I realized that I needed to go number two as well. Before I 
knew it I had filled my pants with a warm soft mess. I rubbed the wet, 
smelly diapers through my crinkly plastic pants and sent myself into 
total baby ecstasy. I lay in the playpen - wiped out - mouthing my 
bottle's rubber nipple, and letting the warm milk trickle into my 
mouth. I curled up with the soft, furry rabbit and closed my eyes.

"Jamie! Hi, we're back! Jamie, are you in here? Oh my lord, Alice, will 
you look at this!" I jerked open my eyes to see Mom and Janet Lawson 
staring down at me in the playpen, their mouths hanging open in 
astonishment.

"Jamie! What are you doing in the playpen! Are those diapers you're 
wearing? I can not believe this!

"Look, he's got one of Brad's bottles! What do you think you're doing? 
You're supposed to be babysitting Brad, not the other way around!"

Mom looked really mad, "Jamie, I think you need to explain yourself to 
Janet. That is, if you haven't regressed back to baby talk along with 
everything else.”

"I was. uh. interested in seeing what it felt like.”

"I thought you would be through with this ridiculous, childish behavior 
by now, but I guess you're not. I'm so sorry, Janet, I'm embarrassed to 
tell you that Jamie enjoys pretending to be an infant. I told you about 
the last time, didn't I, with the Pampers? Of course now that he's 
fifteen years old I actually thought I could trust him. Where on earth 
did you get those enormous plastic pants, Jamie? Are those Brad's 
diapers you're wearing?"

"Of course they are, Alice. Now I understand what Brad was saying about 
Jamie "bing a babee" and why we've been going through twice as many 
diapers since Jamie started taking care of him. I had to call the 
service to ask for extras. You've been doing this for weeks, haven't 
you?" Janet glared down at me still huddled in the playpen.

I nodded, ashamed.

Mom groaned, "For Pete's sake, Jamie, you need a baby-sitter more than 
Brad does.”

So Mom and Janet gave me the full interrogation, and I confessed to 
everything - buying the plastic pants, sneaking diapers to wear around 
the house with Brad, dumping the used ones into his diaper pail. I was 
so ashamed I actually started to cry.

"Oh, cut it out, Jamie, imagine seeing my fifteen-year-old crying in a 
playpen. I think it's time I took you home.”

I climbed out of the playpen and Janet suddenly started to laugh, "I 
must say, you look pretty cute in those droopy diapers. It looks like 
you're ready for a change though. Wait a minute," she sniffed, "You 
didn't make stinkies, too?"

"Uh. yeah," I mumbled, trying to stop crying.

Mom said, "Dirty diapers. This is the limit! You remember what Dad told 
you the last time we caught you sneaking diapers? He said you were 
going to find out what it really felt like to be a baby. Well, I think 
you've made it clear that's what you want. What do you think, Janet? 
Don't you agree that a little baby treatment would be the appropriate 
consequence for this outrageous behavior?"

"I think that might be just what Jamie needs. I'll send the service 
right over in the morning. But you know, they have a two-month minimum 
sign-up period.”

"Two months sounds about right. That will take care of him until school 
starts again. Then he can decide if he wants to be toilet-trained or if 
we should enroll him in Nursery School instead.”

I couldn't believe my ears. Diaper service - for two months!

"The worst of it is that I'm going to have to find someone else to take 
care of Brad during the day, because Jamie is definitely fired as a 
babysitter. Now he has a new job. Brad's little playmate.”

"You know, Janet, Sally did say that she was looking for something 
besides McDonald's. They cut her back to the morning shift, and she was 
complaining that she wished she had her old job back again. I bet she 
could babysit both boys together.”

"That sounds very appropriate. What do you think, Jamie, would you like 
to have your big sister for a baby sitter? Aww. look, he's starting to 
cry again. We need to get him changed. Shall I fetch some fresh diapers 
for your little guy, Alice?"

"It certainly looks like he needs them. Yes, I think that Jamie needs 
to be kept in diapers until he's good and sick of it.”

Mrs. Lawson went into Brad's room and came back with a stack of cloth 
diapers, some lotion and powder, and Brad's big changing pad.

"All right, Mr. Potty Pants, you just lie down on here on the couch and 
we'll get you ready to go home.” Pulling my plastic pants down round my 
knees, she proceeded to unpin the dirty diaper. She handed the 
offensive bundle to my mom, who took it with a disgusted look. Half a 
dozen baby wipes served to clean my butt off. Then baby lotion and 
powder were smeared all over my privates and a thick layer of clean 
white cotton pinned around my hips.

"I'm sorry I don't have a fresh pair of your big baby pants for you. 
But maybe your mommy will take you shopping for some more in the 
morning.” She pulled the damp waterproof pants back up over my diapers 
and checked that all the fluffy edges were properly tucked in.

"All right, time to go home, Jamie," Mom said. She didn't look so angry 
now. In fact she was smiling, like she was amused at how they were 
making a total joke out of me.

"I'll go get my shorts, I think I left them in the bathroom.”

"No shorts, Jamie. If you're going to be a baby, you'll be dressed like 
a baby. I wouldn't make my baby wear anything but his diapers on a hot 
night like this.”

"But baby does need his bottle! Here, Alice, He can just keep this old 
one of Brad's. And don't forget Mr. Rabbit, Jamie. You wouldn't want to 
sleep without him.”

Janet pushed the blue plastic Evenflo bottle and the big plush rabbit 
into my arms.

"Don can come over for the playpen in the morning. We really don't use 
it anymore. Brad's outgrown it, so I'll be happy to let little Jamie 
have it as a hand-me-down. Nighty-night! Sleep tight, cutie-pie.”

Janet patted my diapered behind and waved bye-bye as Mom dragged me out 
the door by the wrist.

I was in shock. Even the great feeling of soft, bulky diapers and 
gently rustling plastic pants was overwhelmed by the humiliation I felt 
being walked down the street, exposed as a big baby. It was one thing 
playing around in diapers with Brad, but I was fifteen, and I thought 
of myself as a pretty cool guy. The diapers and baby play were my 
secret, not something I wanted anyone else to know about, let alone the 
whole neighborhood.

Luckily it was pretty late already, and since we live right next door, 
I don't think anyone saw me. But then Mom marched me in the front door, 
straight into the living room. Sally and Jillian were both sitting with 
Dad watching TV. They all looked up to see Mom and me walk in. 
Clutching my baby bottle and the stuffed rabbit, wearing puffy plastic 
pants and a t-shirt, I looked like Tommy from Rugrats.

"Well now, what have we here?", Dad chuckled, "has somebody gotten in 
trouble?"

"I guess we shouldn't be surprised, but it seems that Jamie has been 
sneaking little Brad's diapers every day for over a month. Janet and I 
came back from the movies to find him wet and messy and sleeping in 
Brad's playpen sucking on a baby bottle. Quite a display.”

"Looks like the show isn't over yet", giggled Jillian, "Isn't he cute, 
darling little baby Jamie! Wow, Mom, we should take his picture. 
Where's the camera?"

"Don't worry, girls, you'll see plenty more of the new baby in the 
morning. Janet and I decided that Jamie's going to get to be a baby for 
the rest of the summer, but right now it's past his bedtime.”

"What an adorable little tyke," said Sally. ”Our own little baby 
brother! Did you put him in fresh diapers for the night?"

"Of course we did; now he's all ready for beddie-bye. Say goodnight, 
little Jamie. I'm going to fix your bottle and then tuck you in. Girls, 
I'll be back down in a minute. We need to make some plans.”

Mom was actually kind of sweet as she put me to bed. She gave me a kiss 
and said, "It's what you want, isn't it? This time we're going to give 
you exactly what you want until you've had enough, and then some. It'll 
be just like the old days when you were little. Sweet dreams, baby 
boy.”

She gave me the warmed-up bottle of milk and turned out the light. I 
lay there with my mind spinning. How could this be happening? My whole 
family had seen me put back in diapers, and apparently I was going to 
get the baby treatment for the rest of the summer. I almost wanted to 
cry again, but there was something else I wanted to do. I started 
sucking on my bottle and let the warm wet feeling spread through my 
crotch.

Chapter Two Special Delivery

"Breakfast time!" I woke up with a start. It took me a minute to 
remember why I was wearing just my pajama shirt and... Diapers, soaked 
diapers too. In fact my plastic pants had leaked and the whole bed was 
flooded. Oh shit.

"Breakfast time!" It was Sally. She was standing in the doorway, 
smirking at me, "You better get downstairs right away. We're all 
waiting for you.”

"Just let me take these things off. I'll be down in a minute.”

"Oh no, Baby isn't supposed to change himself! We'll take care of 
everything after you've had your breakfast.”

She took me by the hand and practically dragged me down to the kitchen. 
Mom, Dad and Jillian were sitting round the table already. I stood 
before them wearing nothing but my pajama top and sagging yellowish 
diapers. They greeted me with big smiles.

"Hi, Jamie," said Mom. ”Looks like you had a wet night. Good thing you 
were wearing those rubber pants. Come on, sit down.”

In my place at the table was the old high chair from the basement. 
”Let's see if you still fit in your old chair, little guy," said Dad. 
”I put the foot rest a lot lower.”

I had no choice. I sat down in the stupid highchair, and Dad snapped 
the big plastic tray into place. I'm pretty skinny, so my hips fit in 
the chair okay, even with my squashy, wet diaper, but my feet were 
almost on the floor. From behind Jillian slipped a bib round my neck 
and quickly tied it on with a bow. I felt my face turning red.

Mom smiled at me, "I sent Jillian over to borrow a few more of Brad's 
old things from Janet this morning. Oh, and would you get Jamie his 
juice?" Jillian placed a sippy cup full of juice on the tray. Then she 
gave me a little toddler bowl of Cream of Wheat and a Mickey Mouse 
spoon.

"Eat up, Jamie. Don't you want to grow up to be a big boy? Or do we 
need to feed you, too?" asked Sally.

I was hungry, and I didn't want anyone feeding me, so I started to 
spoon the bland cereal into my mouth. My hands were shaking from 
embarrassment and anger, and the mush kept falling off the spoon onto 
my bib.

"Putting a bib on him was a smart idea, Jillian," said Dad.

Just then the doorbell rang. Our kitchen door opens right onto the 
breakfast table, and you can bet that I didn't want anyone to see me 
sitting in the highchair. But before I could wiggle out, or find the 
catch on the tray, Sally got right up and opened the door. I froze.

"Oh good", she said, "We've been expecting you.”

A young guy in his twenties walked into the kitchen. He had on a blue 
uniform with shorts and a patch on his shirt that said "Tidee-Didee 
Diaper Service". Janet Lawson must have sent him over.

"Hi there, my name's Pete. I understand that you've got a new little 
customer for us.” He looked smiling round the room. Then he saw me, 
stuck in the highchair, wearing nothing but my pajama top, a messy 
Sesame Street bib, and an obviously soaked diaper. His eyes opened wide 
in amazement. ”Oh.”

"Well, actually, he's a pretty old customer," said Dad, ”but Jamie's 
decided to go back to diapers for a while.”

"Yes, we'd like to sign him up for the service. Do you think that will 
be okay?" asked Mom.

"Uh, sure, I guess so," said the diaper service guy, "We do all ages, 
but are you sure you want actual diapers? We've got these snap-on 
incontinence pants that most of the older kids and adults use.”

"No, I think regular baby diapers will work just fine for Jamie, the 
big flat ones, just like those he's been "borrowing" from his little 
friend Brad. In fact, we want the exact same service that the Lawson’s 
are getting.”

"Yeah, we're giving Jamie a chance to be a toddler again," added 
Jillian.

"Looks like you're doing a good job. I've seen a few older kids in 
diapers, but the bib and the highchair. that's kind of extreme. .”

"Don't worry, he's been wanting it for a long time, "Dad smiled, "Tell 
me, how does your service work?"

Pete kept staring at me as he said, "Well you have to sign up for a 
ten-week minimum. Your neighbors use about forty diapers a week, I 
think, but we'll keep you supplied with whatever you need. I usually 
pick up on Wednesday mornings. We'll give him his own diaper pail, and 
we can wash any extras like plastic pants or rubber sheets. I just need 
a thirty dollar deposit to get started.”

"It's a deal," said Dad. ”We'll start right away. As you can see, 
Jamie's going to need a change pretty soon.”

"All right", said Pete, smiling in disbelief, "I'll go get some 
supplies from the truck.” He walked outside to the big Tidee-Didee 
truck that was parked in our driveway. I prayed that the neighbors 
weren't watching as he returned carrying a huge stack of snowy cotton 
diapers and a big bright yellow diaper pail.

"Would you like me to personalize his diaper pail?", asked Pete, "How 
do you spell his name?" He cast me another wide-eyed look.

"J A M I E," said Jillian.

Pete took out a book of stickers and peeled off big letters in a 
babyish play-block design. He stuck them on the diaper pail to spell 
out my name.” We don't usually do this for older customers, but this 
seems like a special case.”

Sally prodded me, "Jamie, tell Pete 'thank you'.”

"Thanks, Pete,” I mumbled, slouching down in the high chair, trying to 
look small.

"No problem, kiddo" grinned Pete," I'll leave the paper work here. 
That's your contract, general info, and our catalogue. Actually we have 
quite a few options in the larger sizes - we sell a couple different 
types of waterproof pants, and we can deliver disposables for him too, 
if you want. Good for car trips," he chuckled.

"Great," said Mom, "I'm sure we'll be needing all sorts of supplies. 
Here's thirty dollars deposit for you.”

"Thanks, I'll see you next week. It's handy that you're right next door 
to the Lawson’s. Just call if you run out or need anything extra.”

"We certainly will. Now say bye-bye to Pete, Jamie.”

"Bye," I muttered.

"Do it nicely, Jamie. You can smile.”

I tried to smile and managed a little wave, "Bye-bye, Pete.”

Pete waved back at me in an amused way, and walked quickly out the 
door. He flipped out his phone before he even got in the truck. I knew 
he couldn't wait to tell his office that he had just signed up a 
teenager for baby diaper service.

"Well, good, that's taken care of," said Mom. ”So who wants to help me 
get Jamie ready to go shopping?"

Shopping? They weren't going to take me out of the house like this.

"I'll help," said Sally, "I've already decided to call in sick at 
Mickey D's today. I wouldn't miss this for the world.”

"I'm free all day, too," said Jillian. She worked as a lifeguard at 
Riverside Park in the summers, and she pretty much made her own 
schedule.

"Well, don't be giving your new baby brother too hard a time," said 
Dad. ”We don't want any tears. I'll see you after work. Have a fun 
day!"

"Don, don't forget to call Charley about that idea you had.”

"Don't worry, Hon. I'll take care of it.”

I tried to get out of the highchair, but I still couldn't find the 
release under the tray. Sally came to my rescue and let me down, 
untying my bib and using it to wipe my face clean in an annoying way.

"Come on now, let's get you into some of your nice new diapers.”

She grabbed a few off the big pile Pete had left on the kitchen counter 
and led me up to my bedroom. Jillian was already there, ready with 
powder and wipes and baby lotion. My sisters made me lie down on the 
bed, pulled down my plastic pants, and unpinned the soaking wet cloth 
between my legs. I felt mortified to let them see me naked, but before 
I could say anything, Sally slipped a double layer of fresh Tidee-
Didees under my bottom, and proceeded to swab my willie with a cold 
Huggies wipe. I just about exploded. I guess I must have yelped because 
Jillian said, "Now Jamie, don't fuss.”

Then Sally smeared baby lotion all over my crotch, puffed a huge cloud 
of powder all over my tummy and my legs, and expertly pinned my diapers 
in place, still using Brad's little duckie pins.

"Jillian, would you bring me those rubber panties we found under 
Jamie's mattress?"

"I've got them right here. Aren't they cute?" My sisters had found my 
cache of waterproof pants.

"Hey," I shouted, "What were you doing looking under my mattress? You 
should stay out of my stuff!"

"Mom found them weeks ago, Jamie. We know all about your secret little 
games.

“Oh, and here's your pacifier too. Maybe this will shut you up.” Sally 
pulled one of my pacifiers out from its secret place in back of my bed 
table drawer. It was my favorite one - the red binkie with the picture 
of the little truck on it. She shoved it into my mouth, just as Jillian 
grabbed my ankles and started working my feet through the elasticized 
legs of my plastic pants. She made me get up, and pulled the panties up 
over my diapers. She snapped the elastic waist like a rubber band 
against my belly, and said, "There you go! All clean and dry! Let's see 
how long you stay that way.”

Sally said, "Now let's see what else he can wear.” She opened my bureau 
drawer and started pulling my clothes out in heaps. ”None of this stuff 
is very appropriate for a little boy in diapers. Hmmm. I guess these 
might be okay.”

She picked out a pair of red gym shorts and an old striped T-shirt that 
I had kind of outgrown. ”Here, put these on, and here are some socks. 
She handed me a pair of white crew socks. ”You can wear them with your 
blue Teva sandals. That will look sweet.”

"How about this baseball hat?" asked Jillian. She had my Red Sox cap. 
”Of course it would be better if it had one of those "Little Slugger" 
labels. But we can take care of that later. Well, Sally, what do you 
think?"

I took a look at myself in the mirror. The gym shorts were really 
short, and they didn't cover up much. In fact the diapers kind of 
filled out the legs so it was easy to look right up my diapered crotch. 
And the striped T-shirt had shrunk so you could see the puckered 
elastic waistband of my plastic pants sticking out above my shorts. Add 
the baseball hat and the sandals and the pacifier in my mouth, and I 
looked just like a toddler - an almost six foot tall, teenaged toddler, 
but a toddler all the same.

"Not bad, it's a start," said Sally. Let's show him to Mom.” She 
grabbed me by the hand, and led me back downstairs.

"Good job, girls, he looks very cute. Are you ready to go? I've just 
got to get my purse. Would you mind carrying this bag, Jillian?" Mom 
handed Jillian a shopping bag, "I put a change in here for Jamie just 
in case. All right, let's get in the car.”

I spat the pacifier out of my mouth, "No way!", I hollered. ”I can't go 
out like this. Are you crazy?"

I really don't know why, but my eyes start watering when I get angry. 
It's something I've tried to control, but I just can't. And I was 
furious about having my private baby thing made into a joke by my 
sisters. I could feel my eyes tearing up.

"Oh, maybe would you rather go out without any shorts?" asked Mom, 
"that would be just fine. And afterward we could set up your playpen in 
the front yard, so everyone could see you enjoying your little hobby.”

"Mom, please. no.”

"Come on, Jamie, don't whine, we're going to have a good time.” Sally 
grabbed me by the wrist again and hauled me out the door.

Chapter Three Baby Shower

Once we were in the car, I started feeling a little better. I figured 
maybe I would just stay in the back seat, like I sometimes did, playing 
with my Gameboy while they went shopping. Nobody would see me dressed 
like a little kid. Boy, was I wrong.

"First stop, Babies 'R Us!"

Sally practically dragged me out of the car and into the giant baby 
superstore. I couldn't believe that this was happening. But it didn't 
seem like anyone around us was paying much attention or thought it 
strange to see a teenager dressed like a two year old.

Mom said, "I'm going to buy Jamie a proper diaper bag first. Why don't 
you girls look around and see what else would be appropriate for him? 
It'll be fun, Jamie. We're going to give you your own personal baby 
shower.”

"I wish we could get him some clothes. Look at these cute outfits, but 
they're all way too small.” said Jillian.

"Well, if you see something really irresistible, we could use it as a 
pattern," Mom replied. ”Remember, he's also going to need some more 
bottles, and maybe another bib.”

Sally cried, "Let's go check out the strollers! They have some huge 
ones!"

"Have fun, girls!" Mom took a shopping cart and headed off into the 
enormous store.

Sally and Jillian dragged me past the racks of little boy clothes. It 
was ridiculous because everything was so small. But they oohed and 
ahhed and held onesies and shortalls and playsuits up against me. 
”We're getting some great ideas!" said Sally.

Then we went over to infant accessories, where they picked up some 
Winnie-the-Pooh theme baby bottles and a large bib with writing on it 
that said "Daddy's little helper". The stroller department was next. 
Sally was right; there were some gigantic strollers. The biggest was 
called the Century 4-in-one. Sally unhooked the infant carrier part and 
pulled the huge stroller out into the aisle. ”All right, hop in, 
Jamie!"

"Stop kidding! You're not going to push me around in a stroller!"

"Come on, just see if you can fit in it," Sally smiled coaxingly.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. The store was pretty 
empty. I sat down in the stroller and actually it wasn't too bad. The 
seat was definitely wide enough to be comfortable, and I could even put 
my feet on the footrest if I scrunched up my knees.

Click! Sally locked the bar across my lap. Suddenly Jillian was pushing 
me down the aisle.

"Hey, cut it out!" I yelled. I tried frantically to unlatch the dumb 
plastic bar that held me in the stroller.

Now we were right out in the middle of the store, and people were 
looking to see what I was protesting about. One lady laughed, "Now, 
I've seen everything!"

"Mom, check it out! Look what we found! We just have to get it for 
Jamie!" Sally cried. Mom had a pile of things in her shopping cart. She 
just laughed out loud.

"That is too cute! Who would have thought he could still fit in a 
stroller!"

Just then one of the store managers appeared. ”Excuse me, but I must 
ask you kids not to play with merchandise.”

"Oh, we're not playing," Jillian said innocently, "We want to buy this. 
We just wanted to test it out to see if it would be okay for our little 
brother here.”

The manager looked puzzled. ”You want to buy a stroller for this young 
man?" He glanced down at me and then I think he noticed the diapers 
bulging out the legs of my shorts because he raised his eyebrows and 
said, "Well, I see.”

Mom said, "I don't know if we can afford to buy Jamie such a fancy 
stroller. We still have to get him all kinds of other stuff.”

"But Mom, it's perfect for him.” Sally fumbled for the price tag. ”And 
see, it's marked down thirty percent.”

"Actually, that model is marked down fifty percent, because it's the 
demonstrator and the line is being discontinued. So if you really want 
it. It is the largest stroller on the market, although I can't 
guarantee how well it will hold up for an older child.” The manager 
looked at me dubiously, staring sideways at my thickly diapered crotch. 
I felt my cheeks turning beet red.

"Okay, girls, you win. Now we've got Jamie more stuff than I bargained 
for, so let's go check out.”

"Can you let me out of this thing, please," I begged. ”I can't find the 
release button.”

The manager looked surprised to hear me talk.

"No, Jamie," said Jillian, "We'll push you out to the car.”

"You might as well stay put, Jamie. It'll keep you out of trouble," 
said Mom.

"But Mom, this is embarrassing! I'm fifteen years old! Diapers are one 
thing, but this is too.” Mom reached into her purse and pulled out my 
pacifier. She stuck it in my open mouth. I was so frustrated that I 
began to feel the tears welling up.

"You should have had these thoughts long before we got to this point, 
Jamie. Now it's too late. Remember, as long as you act like a baby, 
we'll treat you like a baby.”

Mom turned and wheeled her cart toward the checkout. We made quite a 
little parade. Mom, with a shopping cart full of baby items, Jillian 
and Sally, pushing me in the stroller, and the manager trailing after 
us, with a barely suppressed grin on his face.

The checkout girl started ringing through items - a huge Winnie-the-
Pooh diaper bag, some Huggies wipes, a big jar of Desitin diaper rash 
cream. Mom had even bought a cute little kid bedside lamp with nursery 
rhyme cut-outs and a lampshade that spun around to make shadows on the 
wall. The girl didn't even notice me until a little kid over in the 
next aisle pointed at me and said, "Lookit the big baby, Mommy. Lookit, 
Mommy, he's got a pacifier too!"

I'd forgotten about the pacifier in my mouth. I spat it out on the 
floor, and Sally retrieved it, saying, "Honestly, Jamie!" The kid's mom 
gave us an impatient glare, and hurried him out of the store, but the 
checkout girl just burst out laughing.

"Wow, look at you! What did you do wrong, silly boy?"

"We caught him snitching diapers," explained Jillian, "so now we're 
letting him get it out of his system.”

"Uh-oh, Did you go potty in your pants?", the checkout girl smiled at 
me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.”

"Well, you've come to the right place then. Are you really going to buy 
him that stroller? He sure looks cute in it. We see some cute babies in 
here, but this one is the cutest, biggest baby I ever saw.”

"We're definitely taking the stroller," said Mom, "Your manager said it 
was on sale.”

"Heck, they should just give it to you. This kid's the best 
advertisement this store ever had. Could open up a whole new market," 
the checkout girl chuckled. She kept on chuckling as she rang up the 
bill, bagged all the little items and watched Jillian push me out of 
the store.

It was a shock to be out in the warm sunshine again. I couldn't believe 
what was happening to me. I was actually being pushed in a stroller 
across a crowded parking lot full of cars and people. Amazingly, no one 
really seemed to notice. I guess they were all focused on their own 
business, and weren't really looking to see if there was anything funny 
going on. I was just another kid in a stroller, maybe a little big.

"I know what we can do next," said Sally, "Let's get Jamie a haircut. 
There's that Snips & Snails place over by the drugstore.” She pointed 
across the shopping center.

"Good idea. He certainly could use one," said Mom. I had been letting 
my hair grow for about four months, trying to work up a cool, grungy 
look to go with my new leather jacket. Somehow I suspected that I 
wasn't going to be wearing my leather jacket again soon. ”Girls, you 
take him over to Snips & Snails, and I'll put the stuff in the car. 
I've got some other shopping to do, so I'll come find you there in half 
an hour.”

Jillian swung the stroller around and off we went. When we got to the 
haircut store she finally unlatched the stupid lap bar and let me walk. 
I was extremely relieved that we weren't going to make a grand entrance 
with me in the stroller. Sally took me by the hand and led me inside.

The place was definitely intended for little kids. There were all kinds 
of bright colored toys on the waiting area rug and the walls were 
painted with cheerful pictures of funny-looking animals. The barber 
chairs were built to look like funny animals too. It was no place for a 
teenager wanting to look cool.

"Hi there, can I help you?" a nice looking blonde lady greeted us.

"Our little brother Jamie here wants a haircut," said Sally.

"Okay. uhh, how old is he?", she said, giving me the curious look I was 
beginning to recognize. ”We don't do over twelve.”

"Well he's actually fifteen, but he needs a real little kid haircut, 
and we thought that this would be the right place.”

"A little kid haircut? What do you mean? Like a bowl cut?"

"That's right, with bangs in the front, and really short in the back. 
And get rid of those disgusting sideburn things.”

"That would be cute. It would certainly go better with his outfit. He's 
definitely dressed under twelve," she said, eyeing my bulging shorts 
and stripy little t-shirt.

"I guess we could make an exception. What's his name again?"

"Jamie.”

"Well, Jamie, why don't you come over here and we'll give you a nice 
shampoo.” She lead me over to a washing station. The chair was shaped 
like a baby giraffe, and it was kind of high, but I fit into it okay. I 
leaned back into the sink and as I felt the warm water on my head, I 
realized my bladder was about to burst, so I let go, flooding my 
diaper. Somehow my plastic pants must have ridden up when I was in the 
stroller, for all of a sudden I sprang a major leak. The warm pee 
spread all over the seat of the chair, soaking the back of my shorts. I 
didn't know what to do, so I just lay there, while the blonde lady 
finished washing my hair with sickly sweet bubblegum scented shampoo.

When it came time to get up, she noticed my wet behind and the puddle 
on the chair and said, "Oh, I didn't think I spilled any on you. 
Sorry," she grabbed a towel to wipe up and sniffing the smell, said 
"Honey, did you have an accident? Oh my gosh, you wet your pants!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm really sorry.” I stood there 
apologizing, with wet hair and wet pants.

Sally said "What happened? Oh boy, Jamie, you're a flood! Let me check 
your diaper.” The blonde lady looked on in amazement as Sally pulled 
down my shorts, and ran her finger round the elastic leg bands of my 
plastic pants.

"It's okay, honey, it's not the first time someone wet their pants 
here. Though usually they're a little younger.”

"Those waterproof panties aren't too waterproof," said Sally. We'll 
have to get you ones that cover your diapers better.”

"Would you like me to throw his shorts in the dryer for a sec?"

"Thanks, that would be great," said Sally, slipping my wet shorts all 
the way off and handing them to the hair dresser.

"But I'm not wearing anything but diapers!" I wailed.

"Don't worry, honey, I've seen plenty of diapers - not too many 
fifteen-year-olds in diapers, but plenty of diapers. You just sit down 
in the chair here and no one will notice.”

This chair was shaped like hippopotamus. The lady put a towel down to 
protect the seat, and I climbed in. I looked into the big mirror. There 
I was, dressed only in that dumb striped T-shirt, socks and sandals, 
with my diapers on display for all to see. The plastic pants stretched 
over the yellowish padding bunched between my legs. You could 
definitely see I was wet.

The lady started snipping away at my hair. ”You know, normally I'd say 
a bowl cut was a little childish for a teenager, but as long he's 
actually still in diapers, I think it's very appropriate.”

When she was done she fluffed up my hair with a blow dryer and asked if 
I liked it. My blond hair fell in big shiny bangs just above my 
eyebrows. The back and sides were almost the same length, which made my 
ears stick out in a goofy way. Gone were the meager sideburns my 
sisters had teased me about for months. I looked like a total baby.

"I guess it's okay," I mumbled.

"It's darling," said Sally. ”Now thank the nice lady properly.”

"Thank you," I said, climbing out of the chair.

"Here, pick a lollipop, you've been a good boy, even if you did make a 
puddle on the chair.” She gave me a wink and held up a bunch of 
different colored lollipops.

I took a green one, just as a couple of youngish fathers walked in with 
three kids. The dads looked at me standing there in my sagging diapers 
in astonishment, but happily the kids just accepted it. The two guys 
started whispering to one another, and smiling.

The lady said, "It'll be another minute before your shorts are dry. But 
you should get out of those wet diapers pretty soon. We've got a 
bathroom in the back if you want to change.”

Just then Mom came into the store. ”Well, that is an improvement. It's 
nice to have my cute little boy back again. But whatever happened to 
your pants?" Sally and Jillian explained enthusiastically about my 
accident. I'm sure the two dads heard every word. ”Well let's get you 
changed then. Sally, would you run to the car. I packed Jamie's new 
diaper bag already, but I didn't realize that we'd need it right away.”

Sally ran out and came back carrying the big Winnie-the-Pooh diaper bag 
Mom had just bought at Babies R Us. The dads kept taking it all in as 
their kids played around in the waiting area. I felt like sinking 
through the floor.

"I see you're well equipped," said the Snips & Snails lady, eyeing the 
stack of neatly folded diapers that stuffed the bag.

"I'll take care of this change," offered Sally. She took my hand. 
Everyone watched her lead me to the back of the store. In the bathroom 
there was one of those flip down changing tables. Sally said that it 
would never hold me, so I had to lie on the floor while she cleaned me 
up and pinned on my fresh diapers. She did put down a little changing 
pad and happily the floor was pretty clean, but it felt really weird to 
be lying on the cold tile. She let me have my shorts back, and I felt a 
lot better with a dry, covered up diaper. I sucked on my lollipop 
happily and tried to ignore the stares from the two guys as we walked 
back out into the hot, sunny parking lot.

"I'm starving," announced Jillian, "Let's get some lunch.”

"How about Denny's?" said Mom, "It's right here, through the mall.”

"All right," said Sally, "Come on, Jamie, hop in.” She lifted the 
plastic bar on my stroller and fastened me in again. I guess I was 
beginning to get used to being pushed around. Mom shoved my big diaper 
bag in the mesh carrier under the seat, and off we went into the mall. 
It really was kind of cool rolling down the smooth, polished concourse 
of the mall, going past all the stores and people. I felt pretty self-
conscious, though, and I know I looked ridiculous - a teenager folded 
up in a little kid's stroller, with diapers hanging out the legs of my 
red gym shorts.

But except for a few double-takes, people seemed not to pay any 
attention. Or maybe they were pretending not to notice - thinking I was 
disabled or something. A group of five girls did kind of crack up as we 
went past, and one of them called out, "Hey, cute baby!", but Sally 
just said, "Thanks, isn't he precious?" and kept going.

We got to Denny's and ditched the stroller in the vestibule. My sisters 
agitated to get me a booster seat or a highchair, but Mom vetoed that. 
The highchairs were way too small, and at five foot ten, I really 
didn't need a booster seat.

But she did decide that I needed a bib. My new "Daddy's Little Helper" 
bib was around my neck before I could protest, and the girls were 
cooing over how sweet I looked wearing it, when the waitress came up to 
our table. She didn't really look at me until Sally ordered the "Junior 
Chicken Fingers Special" from the kids' menu for me.

"The kids' menu is only for ten and under," pronounced the waitress.

"Oh, but Jamie is our baby. Look, he's even wearing a bib.”

"He's a pretty big for a baby. Why do you make him wear a bib?"

"We're teaching him a lesson. You see, Jamie actually wants to be a 
baby. We caught him sneaking diapers from the three year old next door, 
and now we're making him wear them all the time.”

"Yeah, we're giving him the full baby treatment. We just bought him a 
stroller. He's got a highchair at home, and we're even planning to make 
him a...”

Mom interrupted, "Now girls, come on, let's order lunch. I'd like a 
tuna salad, please.”

"Tuna salad, okay.” Sally and Jillian ordered, and repeated the order 
for the chicken fingers.

"All right, tuna salad, cheeseburger well done, Cobb salad, three iced 
teas, and a Junior Chicken Fingers and a cranberry juice for Diaper 
Boy," the waitress rattled off.

When the food came Mom poured my cranberry juice into a sippy cup. That 
was the limit for the waitress. She began to giggle and couldn't stop 
giggling until we had paid and walked out of the restaurant. She even 
watched as I got back in the stroller, and she called over one of the 
other waitresses to watch as Jillian started pushing me back through 
the mall.

"One last stop," said Mom. ”Oshkosh B'Gosh.”

"Oh, yes!" Sally laughed, ”They'll have some sweet things for little 
Jamie.”

I was pushed in the stroller right into the OshKosh store. Mom made get 
out and hauled me over to the boy's section. She found a couple of t-
shirts with OshKosh logos, and a pair of railroad stripe overalls that 
would fit me. Then Jillian came rushing up with a pair of babyish 
yellow checked shortalls that she had found over in the girl's section.

"I think these would fit Jamie, and they have some plain denim 
shortalls too.”

"All right, let's try them on.” We went to the back of the store where 
the salesgirl showed us into the dressing room. She seemed a little 
surprised to see the whole family follow me in. Unfortunately, 
everything fit. Sally made me come out into the store wearing the dumb 
denim shortalls to show how they looked.

"Aren't they perfect?"

"He does look pretty cute," replied the salesgirl.

"All that's missing are the snaps in the crotch.”

"Yeah, it is kind of a little kid look," the salesgirl said, puzzled.

Jillian came up holding a toddler romper with a little airplane design 
on the front. ”I'm definitely going to copy this one for a pattern. 
Jamie will look adorable in something like this. It's too bad you don't 
have this in a bigger size.

"Well, we mostly get younger kids in here. How about this OshKosh cap, 
though? And we have socks too that will fit him.”

Mom said, "All right, but that's enough, Jamie's baby shower is done 
for the day. You girls don't know how much I found for him at Sears. 
And I made a stop at the fabric store too. He's going to have quite an 
impressive layette. Especially since we can keep him just in diapers 
and a t-shirt at home.”

The salesgirl glanced at me again and smiled curiously. ”Shall I ring 
up the shortalls he's wearing, too?"

"Oh yes, " said Mom, "Here, Jamie, let's take those off. I've got your 
shorts right here.” She undressed me right there in front of the 
register. There I was just in my diapers and plastic pants for the 
second time that day. The salesgirl gave me a knowing look.

"My little brother had to wear those too until he was ten. We teased 
him a lot about being a baby, too"

"But Jamie enjoys being back in diapers, don't you, Jamie?" prompted 
Jillian. ”Speak up, Jamie," she ordered.

I looked down at the floor and muttered, "Yeah, I guess.” I was still 
feeling really mad about being paraded around like an infant, and lunch 
was beginning to move through my bowels. I thought, "All right, if you 
want to play baby.”, so I shut my eyes and squeezed and let loose a 
load right there. The smell began to seep through my plastic pants.

"Oh Jamie, did you just make poo-poo?" Sally practically shouted.

"Eww. Gross," whined Jillian. The salesgirl looked shocked. I gave her 
my sweetest little boy smile as Mom yanked my shorts on and dragged me 
out of the store.

Chapter Four Nap Time

Mom said, "I think it's high time Jamie went home for his nap. Come on 
girls. You can change him when we get back to the house. I'm afraid 
it's your turn, Jillian.”

So back I went into the stroller, the nasty mess of poop spreading 
through my diapers as I was buckled in. Back we went across the sunny 
parking lot to the car. Sally folded up the stroller, and Jillian 
fastened my seat belt, making a point of rolling down the window before 
she got in. We drove home in silence. I was happy to be out of the 
mall, and I was beginning to enjoy a new kind of power over my sisters. 
I could tell that Jillian wasn't looking forward to it being her turn 
to change me.

"Ohmigod!" Sally shouted, "It's two o'clock, and I promised Janet that 
I'd pick Brad up at daycare!"

"All right," said Mom, "we can swing by on the way. Jamie will just 
have to wait a little.”

In a few minutes we pulled up in front of the KiddieKare place. I'd 
never been there before. Since I didn't have my driver's license yet, 
Janet always picked up Brad on her lunch break. It was a little one-
story building behind the local shopping strip - kind of quiet with a 
big window in front and a fenced in play area in the back. Sally jumped 
out of the car and ran inside. A minute later she came out holding Brad 
by the hand, followed by a nice-looking curly-haired lady, kind of fat. 
What was Sally doing? She wasn't going to bring that woman over to the 
car?

"Danielle, this is my little brother Jamie, that I was telling you 
about. He's best friends with Brad.”

"Hi, Jamie, nice to meet you," said Danielle, leaning in the window 
with a big smile, taking a good look at my bulging shorts. I felt 
myself turning red. I knew that Sally had just told her all about 
putting me back in diapers.

Sally continued brightly, "Brad and Jamie are going to spend the rest 
of the day having a play-date, after their naps, of course, and after 
we get Jamie cleaned up. I'm afraid he's a bit messy after spending all 
morning at the mall.”

Danielle grinned, "See Brad, even big boys have accidents sometimes.” 
She gave Mom a wink and said, "I always say that there's no point in 
rushing kids to grow up. Some parents go crazy about it, you know, 
like, 'How can he go to kindergarten in diapers? Will he still be 
wearing them in high school?' Well.”, she paused meaningfully, "maybe 
he will. I say, what's the big deal? They dry up when they want to and 
not before. Especially the boys.” Now she gave me the wink, "Don't 
worry honey. I think you're really cute.”

Danielle pinched my cheek and bundled Brad into the car. ”Bye-bye, 
Brad. See you tomorrow, tiger!" She waved as we drove away.

Brad was psyched to learn that I was going to play with him all 
afternoon and that Sally was going to take care of us both. Once we got 
back home Jillian took me upstairs to change my dirty diaper. Brad's 
old playpen had somehow reappeared in our living room, and Sally got 
Brad settled down in it to take his nap. Mom busied herself pulling 
things out of my closet and unpacking some of the Babies 'R Us 
purchases. While Jillian was pinning a clean diaper on me, Mom 
unplugged my bedside lamp and replaced it with the new nursery style 
lamp.

"There, that looks nicer.”

"Mom, you've got to be kidding.” "You are hardly in a position to 
judge, young man.”

It was true. There I was lying on my back on one of Brad's changing 
pads with my big sister pulling a fresh pair of crinkly plastic pants 
up over the nice clean diaper she had just fastened round my hips with 
little yellow duckie diaper pins. I guess I didn't look too impressive.

"Eww. Mom, we're going to have to flip Jamie's mattress. It's soaked", 
said Jillian.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of that. In the mean time he'll just have 
to put up with a little wetness. It's his own fault anyway. Sleep 
tight, little guy, it's nap time for you. Oh Jillian, would you get 
Jamie a juice bottle? And where's his rabbit?"

Mom pulled down the blind. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't taken a nap 
in the afternoon since I was four, but Mom looked like she meant 
business, and really, I was beat.

I actually slept for about an hour. Then Sally came in with Brad. ”Wake 
up, sleepyhead, time for snack!" A little groggy, I followed them 
downstairs, where Brad and I ate a couple of cookies and got refills on 
our bottles of apple juice.

"Now you two can go play in the backyard. Jamie, you can show Brad your 
old swing set.”

"Don't I get to wear shorts? Brad's wearing shorts.” Wrong question.

"Brad isn't being punished. Come to think of it, maybe it would be 
better if I sent you out to play in the front yard.”

"All right, all right.” So we went out to the old swing set in the 
back, and you know, I had fun after a while. I started getting into the 
little kid mindset like I always did with Brad, and before I knew it 
Janet Lawson was there to take him back home.

"Hi, boys! Brad, it's time to go. Did you have fun with Jamie?" Brad 
squealed, "Yeah!"

"How about you, Jamie? Having a good time? Are the diapers working out 
for you?"

Mom interjected, "Remember to thank Janet for the playpen, Jamie.”

"Oh, don't worry about that. Brad has outgrown most of that stuff. It's 
just great that Jamie is interested in it, so I don't have to take it 
to Goodwill.”

"Well, he's going to be a very well equipped baby. Did I tell you what 
Charlie said he would do?"

"Oh, I think that's just brilliant. I'll be over to help you tomorrow.”

"Jamie, you should come inside - supper's almost ready.”

Suppertime, and there I was again, stuck in the fucking highchair, 
wearing a bib, and little else. And my diaper was wet, too. I guess I 
had let go without really noticing while I was playing with Brad. My 
reverse toilet training seemed to be coming along pretty fast.

"Finish your broccoli, Jamie.”

"But Mom, you know I hate broccoli.”

"You'll eat what you're given. Unless of course, you would prefer to 
have your own special food.”

"Come on, Mom, make him eat the toddler dinner!" That was Jillian.

"Let's see, what did I get," Mom went over to the counter and came back 
with three jars of Gerber toddler dinner. ”There's creamed chicken and 
carrots, beef stew, and rice with peas. Would you rather have one of 
these, Jamie?"

"NO!"

"Then you had better finish your big boy food. Especially if you want 
to watch TV before bedtime.” So I ate the broccoli, to the great 
disappointment of my sisters.

TV time was another trip. After Sally had let me out of my highchair 
and wiped off my face and hands with my bib, I was given yet another 
bottle of juice - where did they think it was all going to end up? - 
and led over to the playpen.

"Hop in, Jamie. This is where baby gets to play when he's in the living 
room.” I was used to sprawling on the floor in front of tube. Now Dad 
had put the playpen in my usual spot, but it wasn't really big enough 
to lie down in. Worse yet, someone had filled the thing up with old 
plastic Fisher-Price toys of Brad's. I hesitated.

Sally continued, "Do you want to watch TV with the grown-ups or not?" I 
couldn't believe what was happening to me, but I got into the playpen 
and tried to make myself comfortable. It wasn't as much fun as it had 
been the night before at the Lawson's with nobody watching. Now I had 
both Mom and Dad and my two sisters smirking at me as I shifted around, 
my diaper squishing wetly on the playpen's plastic floor. You can get 
used to anything though, as I was rapidly learning. Soon I had 
forgotten my embarrassment and was happily laughing at Seinfeld - and 
sucking on my bottle.

Bedtime came pretty early. Mom changed me into my night diapers, and 
again, she was really sweet to me. I began to think that she liked 
having a big baby boy to fuss over. When she turned off my bedside 
lamp, I noticed that she had plugged in my old Lion King night light by 
the door.

The half dozen bottles of juice I had drunk in the afternoon all went 
right through my system in the night. I woke up a couple of times to 
pee and just let loose in my diaper, but I think that I might have wet 
even more in my sleep, because when I got out of bed I could see that 
my mattress was totally drenched. Downstairs everyone was already 
sitting down to pancakes.

"So, Jamie, looks like you're not quite ready for pull-ups yet," joked 
Dad. ”I don't know how you've been getting by without those rubber 
pants.”

"Now Don, don't tease him, it may be that he does have a weak bladder 
after all. Here, Jamie, have some breakfast.” Jillian officiously 
snapped on another bib - this one had an embroidered teddy bear on it - 
and pushed the tray of my highchair into place.

"So, we've got a fun day planned for you, Jamie," she said.

"Couldn't be worse than yesterday.”

"We're going to Riverside Park. Mom needs us out the house all day, so 
I'm going to take Sally on my free pass, and I bet we can get you in 
free too.”

I loved Riverside, so I was kind of psyched to hear about the plan. But 
I began to have second thoughts after Sally changed my diaper and 
showed me the outfit that Mom had laid out for me to wear.

Chapter Five Baby's Day Out

"I'm not going to wear those dumb overalls to the Park!" Mom had taken 
the time to put crotch snaps in the yellow and blue plaid OshKosh 
shortalls we bought yesterday, but even without that little touch, I 
knew I'd look totally infantile wearing them.

"Then you can just wear your shirt and your diaper - you know the rules 
- we don't care if the whole world sees that you like playing baby.”

"I will not! You can't force me!" Sally grabbed my wrist and dragged me 
down the stairs and toward the front door. All I had on was my blue 
polo shirt, socks and my blue teva sandals - and a super thick diaper 
and a big puffy pair of plastic pants. Sally opened the door and 
started dragging me out to the car.

"Okay, okay. you win. but we better not run into anyone I know.”

"Why not," Sally replied, "don't you think your shortalls are cute?"

"But I don't want to look cute! I don't want to look like a baby!"

"Oh, I see, you just want to wear diapers and suck on a pacifier, but 
you don't want anyone to think you're a baby. Well, it's time to stop 
fussing, or you can just stay home and stew in your playpen. It's a 
nice day. Let's just put the playpen out in the yard.”

"No, no, nooooo!"

So I ended up going to Riverside Park dressed as a giant two-year-old. 
And when we parked the car, Jillian took out the stroller again and 
strapped me in. She hung the big diaper bag over the handles and pushed 
me over to the line at the entrance gate where there was already a 
crowd of people waiting to get tickets. I was freaked out at being 
surrounded by other kids - some were definitely my age, and I was sure 
someone from school would be there. But no one really seemed to notice 
the big baby in the stroller. Or if they did, they tried not to stare - 
I guess they figured something must be wrong with me. I shrank down in 
the seat as much as I could, trying to look like it wasn't totally 
weird to be a fifteen-year-old in a stroller. When we got up to the 
ticket window Jillian produced her park ID.

"Two adult passes, please. I work at the water park, and my sister's 
with me," she said, pointing at Sally, "And I think our baby brother 
here gets in free.” Now I saw what she was trying. Over-thirteen 
admission to the park is like forty dollars, and kids over five are 
twenty, but there's no charge for children in strollers.

The ticket attendant - a crabby looking older woman - glanced at me in 
the stroller. ”That's a pretty large baby brother. He's definitely over 
five - looks at least twelve.”

"Oh he looks like a big boy, but really he's just a baby, aren't you, 
Jamie?" She ruffled my hair, and I gave her a smile - the baby act 
might turn out to have some advantages. Jillian cooed, "Oh, did I 
forget your binkie, honey? Sally, would you get Jamie's binkie out of 
his diaper bag?" Sally fished out a pacifier and popped it in my mouth. 
”Actually," continued Jillian," I was wondering if you have a diaper 
station near this entrance, because he's going to need a change soon.” 
She stuck her finger up the leg of my shortalls to verify this. I felt 
my face turning bright red.

The attendant sighed, "Okay, okay, the nursery is right after the 
merry-go-round. There's a sign. So that'll be two adult passes and one 
baby, but he's gotta stay on the kiddie rides.” She gave me a disgusted 
look. ”You can't go on the big boy rides unless you pay the big-boy 
price.”

"Hey, that's not fair! I want to go on the roller coaster!" I cried. 
Again I forgot about the pacifier in my mouth, so my protest was a 
little garbled. I spat it out.

"If you want to go on the coaster, kiddo, you'll have to get out of 
that stroller. You can't have it both ways.” She stamped our hands. 
Jillian and Sally got purple stamps that said "ADULT". I got a blue 
clown face.

I continued complaining. ”You said that we were going to the park, not 
just the kiddie rides! I wouldn't have come if you told me the truth! 
This sucks!" I struggled against the straps that held me in my 
stroller.

"No, Jamie, this sucks," said Sally, shoving the dirty pacifier back in 
my mouth. She smiled sweetly at the ticket lady, "Don't mind him, he 
gets cranky when his didee is wet. Thanks for being understanding.”

"Kids", muttered the lady, "The things they'll do to try to beat the 
system. Well, you better get him to the nursery - follow the signs.”

We headed into the park. I was pissed, in more ways than one. Even 
though it hadn't been more than an hour since we left home, the juice 
and stuff from breakfast had already worked their way through my 
system. When we got to the little building with the "Baby Changing 
Station" sign outside, Sally asked Jillian, "Do you think we really 
need to change him already?"

"Oh, I was just saying that for the benefit of old sourpuss at the 
ticket window. Jamie, you'll stay dry, won't you? I mean, let's go on 
some rides.”

"Yeah, the merry-go-round, and the mini train," I muttered.

Now Sally stuck her finger up the leg of my shortalls.” I don't know. 
He's pretty wet already.”

"Oh, let's just go. Jamie, you can get out of the stroller," said 
Jillian, "I'm sure they'll let you on the big rides. You're certainly 
tall enough. They won't check.”

So the girls released me from my stroller, and Sally parked it near the 
Nursery. We got in line for the Thunderbolt coaster, and everything was 
going great until. Just what I'd been most afraid of. We ran into a 
bunch of kids from school. They were friends of Jillian's, all 
seventeen, and just one class ahead of me - these two guys, Mike and 
Steve, and a cute girl named Julie, and worse yet, my oldest cousin, 
Tim.

Sally and Jillian acted real friendly, and started giggling and 
chatting with Julie. I said "hi" to Tim and the two other guys, but I 
felt too mortified to say anything more. Tim gave me a kind of amused 
look and smiled, "Dad told me what happened with you. But seeing is 
believing.” Tim's dad is my uncle Charlie. I like him a lot. He's a 
really nice guy with a great sense of humor, and they have a huge house 
because he runs this furniture store.

"Your mom sure dresses you funny, " Steve snickered, looking my Oshkosh 
shortalls up and down. I started feeling kind of hot and sweaty.

"Yeah, that's the idea, Steve," said Tim, "apparently they're giving 
him the baby treatment.”

"Baby treatment?" asked Mike, "What's that? Sally and Jillian burst out 
laughing, and Julie giggled too. I guess they had already filled her in 
on the details. I was so pissed - a cute girl like that. The hot tears 
started to come, so I bit my thumb and tried to blink the tears back 
down.

Steve snorted, "Aww, look, he's sucking his thumb.”

Just then the line for the ride surged ahead and we all got up to the 
gate. I walked up toward the front. As I got into my seat I could see 
Tim smiling and talking to his friends, while they stared at my well-
padded butt. I couldn't wait for the coaster to start so I could get 
away from them. But then one of the guys running the ride noticed the 
clown stamp on my hand.

"You can't go on this ride, you'll have to get off.”

"What?"

"You've got a junior admission stamp. It's only good for the children's 
area.”

"But he's fifteen," protested Sally.

"Doesn't matter. They gave him the kiddie stamp. Maybe 'cause he's 
wearing them cute little overalls.” He was a huge guy with a beard and 
a kind of condescending smirk.

I felt the tears coming back. This full-time baby thing was getting me 
down. All I had wanted to do was try out one of Brad's diapers and some 
of the other baby stuff, and now look what was happening! I got up from 
the seat in the coaster. There was no arguing with the guy.

"Shit," said Sally, "I'm sorry, Jamie, I guess you'll have to wait.”

Julie, the nice-looking girl who was with Tim and the other boys, was 
standing right behind us, about to get in. She said, "I'll wait with 
Jamie. I don't really like roller coasters anyway.” She took my hand, 
"Let's go over to the Tea-cups, Jamie, that's my favorite, and they 
can't kick you off that.”

Steve shot me an evil look. Julie had been just about to sit down next 
to him. But then the Thunderbolt clanked off, leaving me and Julie 
behind.

"We'll have fun, you'll see," she said, dragging me down the ramp.

We headed over toward the Loony Tunes section of the park, where all 
the baby rides were. Julie was really friendly, and kept chattering 
away, asking questions and cracking jokes. She didn't say anything 
about my juvenile outfit, but she sort of treated me like I was a funny 
little kid, laughing at the things I said, and pretty soon I began to 
feel more cheerful. The Tea-cups were a lot of fun, actually. And there 
were hardly any lines for the other kid rides, so we went on a bunch of 
them - the mouse-trap (a totally tame "roller coaster"), the little 
cars, a kind of rocket ship thing. We got a few funny looks, especially 
when we were flying around on the swings and the crotch snaps on my 
shortalls started to pop open, but Julie didn't seem to notice. She 
just kept joking and laughing, and that made everything all right. As 
we got off the scrambler, though, she wrinkled up her face, and brushed 
at her jeans.

"Yuck! Did you just spring a leak?" she said.

I looked down at my crotch. My waterproof pants must have ridden up 
like they had at Snips & Snails, because the backside of my shortalls 
was suddenly soaked. I had let go a couple of times as we were walking 
around, and now my diaper was sopping wet. There was even a big damp 
puddle on the cushion where I'd been sitting. I was totally speechless. 
What could I say?

Julie called over to the ride operator, "I'm afraid this boy had a 
little accident on the ride. Do you have something to wipe off the 
seat?"

"Don't worry, happens all the time," the young guy smiled. He glanced 
sympathetically at my wet shortalls.

Julie grabbed me by the wrist. ”Come along, Mister Potty Pants," she 
announced loudly so the attendant and the other people getting off the 
ride would all hear. She marched me away, heading back toward the gate.

"I'm really sorry," I mumbled, "I wasn't paying attention. I mean, we 
were having such a fun time.”

"That you got overexcited. Yeah, I've heard that one before, but 
usually from three year olds. So where did Sally and Jillian leave all 
your stuff? They told me they brought along a diaper bag for you when 
you need to be changed.”

I was horrified. ”My fucking sisters! They told you to change me? 
Shit!"

"Don't have a cow! I know all about little boys. Here, this must be 
your stuff.”

We had come to the place where Sally had parked my stroller. Julie took 
the big diaper bag out from the carrier under the seat. I couldn't 
believe it. My sisters had actually asked her to change my diapers, and 
now she was really going to do it.

"Aww, look, a Winnie-the-Pooh bag.” She walked me into the nursery 
building, through the door with the baby changing station sign on it.

I prayed, "I just hope no one's watching.”

"Come on. You think it's a big secret that you're back in diapers? 
Heck, I could tell the moment I laid eyes on you. And the whole world 
saw your plastic panties sticking out in the breeze when we were on the 
swings. Lighten up! It's pretty funny, really, it's even kind of cute.”

"But now everybody knows, Tim, and those other guys. it's humiliating.” 
Suddenly I realized that there were a couple of other people in the 
changing area. I shut up as I saw two mothers with three little kids 
look over in our direction. Julie led me over to the large changing 
table built against the wall.

"Hop up," she told me, brightly.

"Are you kidding?" I whispered, "you can't do this here in front of 
these people.”

"Would you prefer one of the picnic tables outside? Or maybe on the 
hood of your mom's car? Come on, hop up, let's get this over with.” She 
turned toward the mothers, "Ladies, you don't mind if I change this big 
boy's pants, do you?"

One of them smiled pleasantly and said, "Don't worry, this is the 
place. You go right ahead.” She turned to the oldest of her children - 
a boy about five - and said, "See, honey, if you don't dry up soon, 
you'll end up like him.”

I got up on the table, lay back and closed my eyes, muttering, "make it 
fast.”

"All right, Jamie, just relax and suck on this.”

Julie popped my pacifier into my mouth, and deftly undid the crotch 
snaps on my shortalls. She yanked down my plastic pants and unpinned 
the wet cloth bunched between my legs. I was naked in front of this 
girl I had just met. But before I could even think about that, she 
tugged another diaper up under my ass, squirted several puffs of sickly 
sweet baby powder all over my pubes, and pinned the dry diaper tightly 
round my waist. The two mothers just fussed over their kids and acted 
like it was normal to see a teenager having his diaper changed.

As Julie helped me down from the table, pulling up the waterproof pants 
from around my knees. She giggled, "Ducky diaper pins. I haven't seen 
those in a long time.” She snapped my damp shortalls back together and 
gave me a gentle pat on my well-padded behind. ”Now isn't that better? 
And your pants will dry out in no time.”

I nodded. I couldn't speak. I felt totally embarrassed, but really 
turned on - exposed, but at the same time kind of safe and cared for. I 
just gave Julie a shy smile.

"You do make kind of a cute baby," she giggled, "let's go.”

We walked out of the nursery building together, Julie carrying my big 
dumb diaper bag, and holding my hand again. There waiting right outside 
were both my sisters and my cousin Tim, as well as his pals, Steve and 
Mike. The smile froze on my face. I realized that I was still sucking 
on the pacifier.

Steve looked really angry - like he wanted to hit something or 
somebody. ”You better take that pacifier out of your mouth, baby-face. 
What were you doing in there with my girlfriend? We saw you two going 
inside ten minutes ago, and we've been here waiting for you to come 
out.”

"Actually, Steve, Jamie just needed to be changed"

"Shit, Julie, that is totally disgusting," Steve sneered. ”You're not 
telling me you just changed that little faggot's diaper?"

"I did, and I'll be changing your diaper next if you give him any more 
of your asshole attitude, Steve.”

"This is getting kind of bizarre," said Tim.

"Only if you want to see it that way," said Sally. We're simply 
treating Jamie appropriately for how he's been acting. Actually it's 
been fun having a baby in the family again.”

"He is going to grow up to be one sick puppy. If he ever does grow up," 
said Steve.

"And why should he have to grow up? So he can be more like you?" Julie 
was pretty annoyed. ”Listen, Sally, I would be honored to come babysit 
for Jamie whenever you like. I think he's much more intelligent and 
mature than Cave Boy here.”

"It's time to go, Jamie," said Jillian, wheeling over the stroller. I 
was speechless. It seemed safer just to retreat into the baby role that 
was being offered to me. So I scrunched down in the stroller and kept 
sucking on my pacifier while Sally popped the lap bar in place and 
stashed the diaper bag underneath.

"Wooaah, check out the stroller. That is intense," laughed Mike, "Hey, 
can I push him?"

"Sure," said Sally, "I was thinking maybe we could go to Mickey D's for 
lunch. I've got to tell them about my new babysitting schedule, and I'm 
starved.”

"I'm not going anywhere with that little pervert," said Steve.” I'd be 
embarrassed to be seen near him. Come on, Julie.”

"Actually, I think I'll join you for lunch. See you later, Steven," 
Julie smiled. You could see that Steve hated this, but he just grunted, 
and headed off toward the water park with my cousin Tim. So with Mike 
pushing me in the stroller, and the three girls tagging alongside, we 
went back to the parking lot, piled into the car and drove over to 
McDonald's.

Mike was clearly intrigued by what my sisters were putting me through. 
”Hey, you gotta get Jamie a car-seat, I mean, if he can fit in the 
stroller, why not go all the way?"

"We're still working on the details," said Sally, with a superior look.

We got in line to get food. Sally was still looking superior when she 
ordered a Big Mac and a vanilla shake for herself and a chicken 
McNuggets Happy Meal for me.

"Aww c'mon, Sally. I want to choose for myself!"

"All right. Milk or apple juice?"

"I want a Coke.” The guy behind the counter looked at us blankly.

"Baby doesn't drink Coke," said Sally, "Make that an apple juice with 
the Happy Meal. Oh, and could you pour it into this please?" She handed 
the server a baby bottle from the diaper bag.

I could sense another no-win situation. The server guy presented the 
bottle of juice to me with a big grin, and Sally led me by the hand to 
the table in the back where Mike and Julie were already sitting. At 
least it was obvious I'd never fit in one of the McDonald's highchairs. 
But then Jillian reminded Sally to put a bib on me.

So I was grateful to be sitting in the back of the restaurant. While we 
were eating, Sally's manager came by to talk about her schedule. He got 
a big rise out of meeting "baby brother". Sally explained that because 
I liked playing baby so much, Mom and Dad had decided to make me do it 
until I got it out of my system.

"Watch out," the manager guy laughed, "He might just revert, and then 
you'll have to start all over from scratch.”

Jillian replied cheerfully, "As a matter of fact, his toilet training 
seems to be wearing off pretty fast.” Then, right in front of the guy, 
she stuck her finger up the leg of my shortalls again. ”In fact I think 
he's wet already. When did that happen, Jamie?"

I felt my face going red again with embarrassment. All the attention I 
was attracting made me so nervous that I dribbled ketchup from the 
Happy Meal fries right down my front.

"You got yourself a handful there," said the manager as he walked away, 
shaking his head.

Sally refused to take my dirty bib off until I had finished my whole 
bottle of juice. The sight of me sucking on my bottle with the 
ketchuppy "Daddy's little helper" bib around my neck was too much for 
Mike and Julie, who both got in hysterics. Mike was still chuckling 
when he said, "I'm going back to the water park to hook up with the 
guys. You going to come?"

"I don't think so," said Sally, "It's already Jamie's nap time, and 
first I have to pick up his friend Brad at daycare.”

"You could come afterward. but I guess they don't make Little Swimmers 
in your size, Jamie. Hey, it's been fun pushing your stroller. Happy 
nappy!"

Jillian left with Mike. Julie and Sally drove me over to KiddieKare to 
pick up Brad.

This time we went inside. Danielle seemed thrilled to see me again, and 
introduced me to her assistant, Toni, a skinny younger woman, with lots 
of curly hair. The building had two big bright rooms - a playroom in 
front and a room set up with cribs and mats for taking naps in the 
back. A door led through to a fenced-in playground with a sandbox. 
There were only two or three kids. I guess most of the others had 
already left.

Brad was happy to see us too. The girls chatted with Danielle while 
Brad started showing me all his favorite things - making me get down on 
the rug, climbing into the big plastic toy castle, pushing the fire 
truck around.

Danielle was acting super friendly, but she said, "Come on, boys, it's 
time to go home. Jamie, you're just going to have to come back and play 
some other day.” She gave me kind of a big squeezy pat on the butt as I 
walked out. ”I like you in those shortalls," she winked.

We drove home, Brad and me in the back. When we pulled up in front of 
the Lawson's house, Sally called out, "Nap time, boys!" She was right. 
I was pooped. literally.

Chapter Six Home Improvement

Sally decided to let Brad and me watch videos instead of actually 
taking a nap, so we sprawled on the rug in the Lawson's living room - 
just like the times when I was babysitting Brad and "borrowing" his 
diapers, Only now my big sister Sally was sitting on the couch, 
chatting over a magazine with her friend Julie and "babysitting" me. 
After an hour of The Pokemon Adventure, and another bottle of juice, I 
was way overdue for a fresh diaper. But Brad was still dry. Sally made 
him sit on the potty, and then gave him a lot of praise when he did his 
business "like a big boy".

"Brad's going to be ready for training pants soon. You, on the other 
hand,” Sally got Julie to change my somewhat poopy diaper right there 
on the Lawson's living room couch - just like Janet had the first 
night.

"Second time today," muttered Julie, "You really are a lot of work, 
stinkypants.” But I had gotten used to the routine, so I just lay there 
contentedly sucking on my bottle and watching the tube. After Julie 
pulled my plastic pants back up, she surprised me by blowing a 
raspberry on my stomach. ”I have to go now, so that's a goodbye kiss 
for my little Jamie," she smiled as she did the crotch snaps on my 
shortalls.

I gave her a big smile, still sucking on my bottle. I was sorry to see 
her leave. Generally I could care less about my sisters' friends, but I 
was beginning to like Julie a lot. After quiet time was over, Sally 
sent Brad and me out in the back yard to play in the sandbox. Crawling 
around in the sand with Brad's trucks was fun. The two of us made a big 
road construction project. Then Janet came home and it was time to go.

"That's a cute scene. Brad and his little friend Jamie, playing 
together in the sandbox," she laughed. She whipped out her pocket 
camera and took a couple of snaps of the two of us before I could 
protest.

Sally had parked on the street in front of the house. She got my 
stroller and diaper bag out of her car. I noticed Uncle Charlie's van 
parked in our driveway. He's Tim, Jason and Josh's dad, and like I 
already said, he's really fun, but I was totally not excited about 
having him see me like this. I knew Uncle Charlie would have a field 
day about me getting "the baby treatment". Before I could think of 
where to run and hide, Sally grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the 
house.

Uncle Charlie and dad were standing in the hall. ”So, how's the new 
baby?" Charlie looked me up and down. ”Wow, Lulu has to see this. 
Jamie, you always were an adorable little tyke, but now you'll make the 
record books - World's Largest Toddler!"

"World's largest pain in the neck," said Sally, wrestling the stroller 
into the breezeway.

Charlie gave me a big grin and patted my shortalls on the butt just 
like Danielle had - it seemed to be hard to resist. His huge hand 
whumped against my diapers and made my plastic pants crinkle. ”So, 
you're wearing your own personal port-a-potty! Very cute, very cute, 
and from what I hear, very practical.”

Dad was cracking up. ”Come on upstairs, Jamie, and see what Charlie 
brought over for you.”

Uncle Charlie kept talking as we all trooped up the stairs. ”You know, 
we've been carrying this line for years, and I realized the 
possibilities right off the bat. For a while I was thinking that Tim 
might end up in one of these, and then Josh came closer than you'd 
think, but Lulu kept saying, 'Don't embarrass the kid, he'll dry up, 
it's just a phase. 'So when I heard that you were having your own 
little phase yourself, Jamie, I realized that this was the perfect 
opportunity. I mean as long as your folks were redecorating and all.”

I followed dad upstairs. Mom was already in my room, putting things 
away in my bureau, but the bureau wasn't my bureau, and my room didn't 
look like my room any more. All my posters and books were gone. A wide 
strip of Winnie-the-Pooh wallpaper had been pasted around the walls. 
Almost all my old stuff was gone, and instead there was a bunch of 
Brad's picture books and toys. There was a new, smaller bureau, painted 
white with little red and yellow stars for knobs and a big white toy 
box with cut-out stars on it like the bureau. . My desk was covered 
with a giant baby blue changing pad and there was a tall stacker thing 
filled with piles of diapers and plastic pants. The curtains were new 
too - blue with a Winnie-the-Pooh pattern on them - a Winnie-the-Pooh 
pattern matching the sheets on my crib.

"The line is called "Crib-to-College", which is pretty funny already, 
and we sell more of the stuff than you'd think. I guess people like the 
idea that one piece of furniture will solve all their problems. It's 
supposed to convert from a crib, to a junior bed, to a full-size bed, 
just by changing a few screws and swapping the various components 
around. Well, I noticed that you could easily build yourself a 
"college-size" crib if you wanted. But we haven't actually had any 
college students asking for cribs, or even high-school kids - until 
now.”

Charlie went over to the crib and showed how you could lift up the side 
rail. ”This locks it in place, and when you want to slide it down you 
just press the button down here. So, Jamie, do you like it? I chose the 
white finish to go with the new bureau and your. Uhh, changing table. 
And, Alice, that Pooh wallpaper is just the perfect touch. For a one-
day makeover, this is pretty impressive. You should send in some 
pictures and get on TV. Though I'm not sure whether it should be on 
"Cribs" or "America's Funniest Home Videos.”

"Well, Jamie, what do you think? You should thank Charlie for all the 
trouble he's gone to. He's giving you this brand new special crib and a 
brand new mattress too. And this one has a plastic cover to protect it, 
so it won't get ruined like your old mattress did.” Mom gave me a 
meaningful look.

"Uhh, it's nice of you, Uncle Charlie. But, Mom, do you really expect 
me to sleep in a crib? What happened to all my stuff?"

"You will use your new crib, just like you will use your playpen and 
your highchair, until we think that you're ready to go back to grown-up 
things. And we're putting the rest of your big boy stuff away until 
then too. I think these toys and books are much more appropriate for a 
child who is still in diapers.”

"But, Mom, you said it was just two months with the diaper service. 
This looks like you're going to give me the baby treatment forever.” I 
couldn't help it; I felt my cheeks getting hot and the angry tears 
starting to spurt up again.

"You'll be a baby for as long as you keep acting like one," said Dad. 
”And crying is definitely not going to help. Remember. Two months was 
the minimum. After that you can begin earning back some of your adult 
privileges. Meantime, get used to it. Now smile, and thank Charlie 
properly unless you're interested in a spanking.”

I forced a smile, "Thanks, Uncle Charlie.”

"I'm sorry, kiddo; I thought that you enjoyed all this baby stuff. Lulu 
told me you were always snitching Josh's Pampers. I mean, I thought 
this was fun for you.”

"Well, it is kind of fun in some ways," I mumbled, blushing.

Mom snorted, "Fun enough to steal and USE little Brad Lawson's diapers 
for weeks before you were caught. And that was just the latest 
incident. Remember, you were the one who chose to climb into that 
playpen. We're planning to let you stay there quite a while before we 
let you climb back out.”

"Speaking of climbing, why don't you try getting into your new crib," 
said Dad, "see how it fits.” I had to stand on the toy box to get over 
the rail, even before Charlie raised it up with a solid click. The crib 
was about the same size as my old single bed, but it felt different 
having those white wooden bars all around. I could feel the plastic 
mattress cover crunkling under me as I lay down.

"Cute as a bug. That crib was made for you, if I say so myself," Uncle 
Charlie chuckled. ”You definitely won't roll out of bed. You might even 
have a bit of trouble climbing out unless the rail's down. But I guess 
wearing your own port-a-potty means you won't be making any midnight 
trips to the john.” He let down the side-rail again and helped me out - 
not without another pat on my diapered rear.

"Oh, Jamie, look at the state of your overalls. You're covered in sand, 
and now it's all over the new sheets. Let's get them off you right 
away.”

I was pretty grimy from the sandbox, not to mention the ketchup at 
lunch. Mom tugged the crotch snaps apart and yanked my shortalls right 
over my head. I was left standing there just in my diaper and blue polo 
shirt.

"Now that's a neat trick, Alice. So where'd you get him those giant 
rubber pants?"

"Oh, Jamie bought those for himself, if you can believe it, but I've 
ordered some more from the Tidee-Didee people. All right, Jamie, you're 
okay dressed like that. You won't need any shorts. We were going to go 
out to ChiChi's, but I think we'll just stay home this evening.”

"That's good, because the sight of Jamie at ChiChi's in nothing but his 
diapers would probably start a riot, "Uncle Charlie laughed.” I've got 
to be heading home now, though it's clear all the entertainment is 
happening over here.”

Mom and Dad made me follow Uncle Charlie out to the driveway to wave 
bye to him, but I hung behind on the breezeway. I didn't want to start 
that riot, after all. Even so the guy mowing the neighbors' lawn across 
the street shot me a puzzled stare.

Charlie rolled down the window of his van and said, "Now Alice, Don. 
don't forget about our anniversary party next weekend. Lulu is making a 
big thing out of it - she wants it formal - she's making me squeeze 
into my old wedding suit - but I think she just wants an excuse to wear 
her famous backless wedding dress again.”

"Oh that'll be great, Charlie. How many years is it?"

"Fifteen. Remember, Jamie was only a baby. I mean, a little baby. And 
actually he came dressed just like he is now, if I remember correctly.”

"Oh no, Charlie, I put Jamie in that adorable little sailor suit Lulu 
handed down from Timmy.”

"That's right. Timmy was almost three by then - which is a tad 
embarrassing in retrospect, our taking three years to tie the knot, but 
there's no embarrassing Lulu.”

"Who's counting now?" said Mom, "You know, I bet I could still fit into 
the dress I wore. Do you still have your old blue suit, Don?"

"I had to have it altered, but, yeah, I wear that sometimes.”

"Maybe, we'll all come as we were. Wouldn't that be a blast? I'll have 
to get busy.” Mom cast me a measuring glance.

"Well, just remember to show up, whatever you do. See you, Jamie, sweet 
dreams in your new beddy-bye!"

"Bye, Uncle Charlie!" I ducked inside before the lawn mower guy came 
round again for a closer look.

Chapter Seven Julie Babysits

The crib was pretty much the final straw for me. What was left of my 
normal teenage life? In less than a week my parents and my sisters had 
taken away all my adult privileges - things I had totally taken for 
granted, like eating in a regular chair, or choosing my own clothes, or 
even using the toilet. It seemed they were doing everything they could 
to show me that I was now no longer a teenager, but a toddler.

I had to wear a bib at every meal. I drank all my milk or juice from 
baby bottles or sippy cups. I was kept in diapers round the clock, and 
changed by Mom or Dad or my sisters at least three or four times a day. 
At home I generally wore just a diaper, plastic pants and a t-shirt, 
and when we went out, I was dressed in babyish shorts, snap-shoulder t-
shirts, overalls, or rompers (Mom had been busy sewing as well as re-
decorating). We usually took along my stupid stroller too, not to 
mention that humiliating Winnie-the-Pooh diaper bag.

But we didn't go out much. Mostly I stayed home or at Brad's. It was 
like being a baby prisoner. My sisters were delegated to babysit me in 
shifts - Jillian had me in the mornings, and Sally took care of both me 
and Brad in the afternoons.

There was no one I could talk to. My whole family had ganged up to make 
a joke out of me, and as for my friends. How could I let them see me 
this way? Luckily Jeff was still away at camp. I knew that if I ran 
into any of the other kids from school they would be grossed out by all 
the baby crap, let alone my crappy diapers. Look at the way that guy 
Steve had reacted. I knew I wouldn't last a minute with kids my age. 
The only real friend I had now was Brad, who wasn't even three years 
old.

And now my parents had turned my room into a nursery, complete with a 
changing table and a crib. I felt like a freak.

At the same time, wearing diapers was still the biggest turn-on for me. 
I loved being in my new crib, jerking off into the wet cloth bunched 
between my legs. And all the attention I was getting from my family was 
actually kind of nice. It did get frustrating not having a choice about 
anything, but I kind of enjoyed my new routine of playing with Brad, 
hanging out in the playpen watching cartoons, and having my ass wiped 
for me. I started relaxing and getting into my baby role. And some of 
the new things were really fun, like being allowed to make a mess at 
mealtimes, not to mention just going in my diaper whenever I felt like 
it. Maybe I was a freak, but I was a pretty happy freak.

Then there was all the attention my freak show was beginning to 
attract. People kept popping by to see what was going on with me. Aunt 
Lulu came over for lunch to admire the new crib and to pat my cute 
little tush. And the next morning Pete came by from the diaper service, 
of course - he was supposed to come every week - but this time he 
brought along some guy who must have been his manager. I was in my room 
being dressed for the day by Jillian. Mom called up the stairs for me 
to bring down my diaper pail.

"But Mom, it's super heavy!" I hollered back.

"Bring it down right now, Jamie, or you'll be washing those diapers 
yourself!"

I had no idea that Pete and his manager were both standing in our front 
hall, so when I got to the landing I was kind of surprised, but not as 
surprised as Pete's manager. I guess I was quite a sight in my puffy 
plastic pants and Thomas the Tank Engine T-shirt, staggering downstairs 
with that heavy yellow diaper pail.

"Here, let me give you a hand," Pete said in a friendly way. “Quite a 
load you got there.”

"Yes, Jamie's working hard at keeping you in business," said Mom with a 
smile to the manager, who looked wide-eyed as Pete emptied the stinky 
contents of my personalized pail into a plastic bag.

"He's certainly one of our bigger customers," replied the manager with 
a chuckle.

"Now, Jamie, here are your fresh diapers, "Mom said, taking a fluffy 
stack from Pete.” Be a good boy and put them up on your changing 
table.”

"Sure, Mom.” I could feel the two guys staring at my diapered butt as I 
toddled back up the stairs.

Later that same morning Julie and Mike came over to hang out with 
Jillian while she babysat me. I was riding around on my bike out in the 
backyard, so I did have my sneakers and socks on, but otherwise I was 
still dressed just in a t-shirt and diapers. My outfit left even less 
to the imagination than the shortalls Julie and Mike saw me wearing at 
the amusement park.

As they came into the backyard I heard Jillian complaining, "I'd love 
to do something with you guys, but I have to take care of the little 
twerp for four hours every day. Mom's gotten super busy with her real 
estate, and Sally is already doing the afternoons.”

"Hiya, Jamie, said Julie, "How's it going? Jillian taking good care of 
you?"

"Woahh, rubber pants! Jamie, you are styling!", Mike guffawed.

We all played around in the back yard for awhile, kicking a ball around 
and playing a game Mike invented that he called "baby tag" - like 
freeze tag only you had to suck your thumb or crawl or some other baby 
thing. It was pretty fun, and Jillian asked them to stay for lunch. I 
knew that meant that she was going to show me off in my highchair like 
she had for Aunt Lulu. Mike and Julie were totally into my 
"babyfication" - Mike's word. Julie insisted on snapping the bib round 
my neck, and she was even ready to start spoon feeding me the Gerber 
toddler beef stew that was sitting on the counter.

"Jamie can eat pizza like the rest of us," said Jillian. ”He's been a 
good boy all morning. Mom, just bought the Gerber food in case he 
starts acting up.”

"Couldn't you just spank him," chuckled Mike.

"We haven't had to. Yet. Besides, I don't suppose he'd feel much 
through his diapers.”

Julie said, "I wouldn't dream of spanking such a little cutie.”

The phone rang. It was Sally. She had been asked to stay on for the 
afternoon shift at McDonald's, and she wanted Jillian to keep on 
babysitting me till she got back.

"Do I have to do Brad as well?", asked Jillian, "No? Well at least 
that's something" She hung up the phone. ”Shit, I really wanted to go 
to the movies with you guys," she grumbled to Mike and Julie.

"I can stay with Jamie," Julie replied, "I don't want to see that dumb 
movie anyway. I hate Tom Cruise.”

"Hey, Julie chooses Baby Jamie over Brad Pitt!" Mike laughed. ”Ka-
ching, brother, you're doing pretty good for a guy who's not even 
potty-trained.”

So Jillian gave Julie the run-down on my care and feeding. She cleaned 
up lunch, wiped my face off with the bib, and let me out of the 
highchair. ”Jamie is supposed to take a nap in his crib right after 
lunch, but if he's not too tired he can watch TV in the playpen. He 
usually gets a bottle of juice. And don't bother changing him until he 
gets up, even if he's wet. There is a limit.”

"Crib?", asked Mike, "you're kidding. You just mean his room, right, 
not his bed?"

"No, I mean a real crib," Jillian grinned, "You want to come up and 
see? Actually you look a little tired out from your big morning, Jamie. 
I think you should have a lie-down.” She took my hand and led everyone 
upstairs on the "nursery tour".

"Jillian, your family is seriously strange," said Mike, as he and Julie 
gawked at all the baby stuff in my room. ”You're going to have to 
invite me for an overnight. I'm getting jealous.”

"Or you could just come over for naptime," giggled Jillian, giving Mike 
a playful little hug. ”Oops, we gotta get out of here, or we'll miss 
the movie. You know what to do, Julie. We should be back before Mom or 
Sally show up. Have a fun time!"

"Be a good boy, James," Mike said, staring in amazement as Julie helped 
me up in my crib and drew the curtains closed. I could hear Mike and 
Jillian drive away as Julie came back upstairs with a baby bottle of 
apple juice for me.

"Now, be quiet for a little while, and then we can go play.” I could 
see her smiling in the afternoon light that filtered through my new 
Winnie-the-Pooh curtains. She handed me the bottle of juice and brushed 
the bangs off my forehead. Then she gave me a little kiss. She gently 
pulled up the side rail and walked out, quietly shutting the door 
behind her. I actually did drift off to sleep, but not before wanking 
like crazy into my already damp diapers.

So I was a little surprised and more than a little embarrassed to get a 
boner all over again when Julie came back an hour later and announced 
in a sing-song voice that it was time for "a fresh diapey". This was 
already the third time she had changed me, but it was the first time no 
one else was watching. I lay stretched out on the desk Mom had 
converted into a changing table, and my dick just sprang to attention 
when Julie undid the diaper pins.

"Ooh, looks like someone's excited.”

"I'm sorry," I blushed, trying to cover up my erection with both hands. 
Julie grabbed my wrist and guided my thumb into my mouth.

"You just hush, and think about your thumb instead of your weewee. I've 
got a job to do.” So I sucked my thumb and tried to relax while Julie 
worked me over with babywipes, Desitin and talcum powder, taking her 
time, and stroking my stiff little penis and balls until I almost came 
all over again.

"Little boys always get excited when they get nice, clean diapies!” she 
sang as she wrapped the soft cloth up between my legs and clicked shut 
the pins at my hips. She dusted my rubber pants with a sweet cloud of 
baby powder, then tugged them up over the soft, fluffy diapers. It felt 
great. Best of all, she gave me another funny raspberry kiss on the 
tummy. I gave her a big hug as she helped me off the changing table.

"Now, aren't you the sweetest, most affectionate little guy! Let's go 
downstairs and get you a snack.”

The sun had clouded over, and it had started to rain. So after Julie 
fixed me up with some carrot sticks and another bottle of cranberry 
juice, we decided to play a board game.

"Chutes and Ladders?” she suggested

"Na... too babyish."

"Monopoly, then. Though I'm glad to know that there's something that's 
too babyish for you.”

We were having a good time sitting around on the rug in the den. I was 
even winning. Then the phone rang, and Julie jumped up to pick it up.

"Hello. No, she's not here. No, I'm Julie, I'm babysitting Jamie.” My 
heart sank. ”Oh, you want to talk to him? Hang on.” She smiled, handing 
me the phone. ”It's your friend, Jeff.”

I grabbed the phone, "Hi Jeff! You back already?"

"Yeah, camp finished last weekend, but the counselors had to stay a 
couple of days to pack up and have meetings about next year. It's great 
to be back.”

"Was it fun, did you have a good time?"

"Sure, I was thinking maybe you could come over and I could tell you 
about it. My dad says he could come pick you up.”

"Uh. I can't right now. I'm sort of grounded.”

"Well, how about if I came over to your house. Nothing's going on 
here.”

"I don't think that would be a good idea. I'd have to ask Mom or Dad 
and they're out.” Julie smiled, watching me squirm.

"So they got you a babysitter? Who's that girl on the phone?"

"Oh, that's Julie, she's my sisters' friend. She was just joking.”

"Real funny sense of humor. I thought you were the one doing the 
babysitting. How's that been going? You've been watching a lot of 
Teletubbies with Brad?"

"Yeah. So, Jeff, I'll ask my folks when I can come over. I'll call you 
back later, okay? I mean. it's great that you're back!"

"Sure, take it easy. Don't let your babysitter give you too hard a 
time.”

"She was just kidding.”

"Yeah, right. Well, let me know if 'Mommy' gives you permission and you 
can come for a 'sleepover'. How about Sunday?"

"Yeah. It would be great to spend the night.”

"Sure, it would be cool. Just let me know when.” We said goodbye.

What was I going to do? Jeff was my best friend. We'd known each other 
forever, and I couldn't imagine explaining to him about the diapers, or 
any of the other things that had been going on. I was going to have to 
ask Mom and Dad to give me some kind of break.

I hung up the phone and almost yelled, "Julie, what do you mean telling 
my best friend that you're 'babysitting' me? I mean, what's he going to 
think?" I was crying with anger.

"What was I supposed to say, honey? I could have said that I was just 
here to fix you bottles and occasionally change your diapers. In my 
book that's babysitting.”

"You could have just said nothing," I wept.

"I'm sorry, Jamie. Don't cry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Come on. 
Let's finish the game.” She washed my tears off with a baby wipe, and 
gave me a kiss.

So Julie and I went back to playing Monopoly. I told her a little about 
Jeff and about how I was worried about him knowing I was being kept in 
diapers. She suggested that I go ahead and ask my parents really nicely 
to make an exception for visiting Jeff's house. This idea cheered me up 
a lot, even though I told Julie I didn't think they would go for it. 
Just then Mom walked in the door.

"Why hello, Julie, this is a nice surprise," said Mom, dumping a bunch 
of shopping bags by the door. ”Where's Sally? I thought she was going 
to be here this afternoon.” Julie explained the whole scenario. Mom 
replied, "I hope Jamie's been a good boy for you.”

"Jamie's been good as gold, Mrs. Bennett. We had a lot of fun.”

I gathered up my nerve, "Mom?"

"Yes, Jamie?"

"Jeff called. He's back from camp.”

"Isn't that nice? How is he?"

"He's fine. He wanted me to come over Sunday night.”

"Oh really, well. Are you sure you want to go out visiting under the 
circumstances?" She glanced down at my bulging plastic pants.

"Of course not, Mom, I really don't want Jeff to see me in diapers. 
Please, Mom, couldn't you let me go back to normal, just for one 
night?"

"I'll have to ask your father. Remember, you're only just starting your 
second week with the diaper service. It seems a little soon to start 
bending the rules, but if you really are getting sick of it. I guess 
that's the point of this whole exercise, isn't it?"

"So it's okay, Mom, really? Please, please!" Mom smiled. I hoped that 
meant yes. Julie told Mom that it was time for her to be getting along.

"Thanks, Julie. You've been really kind to stay and watch Jamie.”

Julie laughed, "I'll be happy to babysit him anytime.”

"I might just take you up on that offer, Julie. In fact, what are you 
doing tomorrow night? We have to go out to a restaurant for my sister's 
anniversary dinner, and there's dancing afterward. I'm afraid it's 
going to go way past Jamie's new bedtime.”

"I'm not doing anything tomorrow. When would you want me come?"

"Not until after five. My sister Lulu is making a whole day of it. Her 
actual wedding was nowhere near this elaborate, but I guess she's 
making up for it now. First they're renewing their vows, then they're 
inviting everyone who was at the original wedding to some kind of 
picnic. then there's this big dinner, and we're all supposed to dress 
up as close as we can to what we wore fifteen years ago. I've still got 
my old outfit, and I just found some cute lacy pink dresses for Jillian 
and Sally that are sort of like what they wore as flower girls. They 
were just little then. Oh, that reminds me. Jamie, take off your shirt. 
Here, I want you to try something on.”

My t-shirt was pretty much all I was wearing. I looked over sort of 
shyly toward Julie, but Mom gave me a meaningful glance, so I took off 
the shirt. Then she pulled something out of one of her shopping bags. 
”Rita - she's one of the women in my office - whipped this up 
practically overnight. I mentioned the idea to her a few days ago, and 
I knew I wouldn't have time to do it myself, but then she thought it 
sounded so cute. .” She shook out what looked like a kind of shirt and 
slipped it over my head.

"Come on, Jamie, lift up your arms," she shoved my hands through the 
armholes of what seemed like a very short dress.

I screamed, "I won't! I won't! You can't make me wear a dress! I'm not 
a girl! You can treat me like a baby, but I'm not a girl!"

"Shush! Silly, it's not a dress. Stand still.” Mom reached down between 
my legs and started snapping the garment together. Four crotch snaps 
turned the dress into a kind of romper. Then she tied two loose ends of 
ribbon which hung down the front into a bow.”There you are!" Mom cooed, 
"Isn't that precious!"

I was wearing a light blue romper suit, with a big white sailor collar. 
It had short sleeves and short pants and a little pocket in front with 
a gold embroidered anchor. Mom pulled a tiny version of the same outfit 
out of her bag. ”See, I gave Rita his old one to copy, and I just told 
her that now he was 5'-10 and 140 pounds, and see, it's a perfect fit! 
Rita even made sure to leave plenty of extra room for his diapers. When 
I told her that Jamie was back in diapers, she just thought it was too 
funny. She insisted on getting a picture. Oh, we'll have to take 
pictures.”

"Totally sweet," Julie smiled.

"Mom, I am not going to wear this to the party," I said, staring her 
straight in the eye and looking as serious as a guy could wearing a 
sailor suit romper.

She stared straight back, "Then I guess you won't be going to Jeff's 
house, unless of course you want me to call his mother and explain that 
you'll be bringing your little diaper bag along with you. I wonder if 
she would mind changing you in the morning?"

"Mom!" Shit. She had me by the short hairs as usual. ”All right, I'll 
wear the stupid sailor suit, as long as I can go to Jeff's on Sunday 
without you humiliating me.” My eyes were watering again. Why was I 
such a crybaby?

"Good choice, Jamie.” Then Mom's look softened. ”Look, honey, if you 
really are serious about ending the baby treatment, I'll talk to Dad. 
Maybe after this weekend we could let you go back to being a big boy 
again. Meanwhile, you look just darling in that sailor outfit. It's so 
nice to have my little angel back again!" She gave me a big hug.

"Your mom's right, Jamie, you look super cute in that suit. I know 
you'll have fun tomorrow, and I'll see you afterwards.” Julie quickly 
kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my hand tight. ”Look, here's Sally 
and Jillian! I've got to run. I've got another babysitting job this 
evening and I'm already late. Bye!"

Chapter Eight Come As You Were

And that was how I ended up Saturday morning sitting in the back of the 
minivan, heading to a big party with all my relatives - a teenager 
wearing a baby blue sailor suit romper with "plenty of extra room" for 
my diapers. At least there was a chance that this would be my farewell 
appearance as "baby.” Mom had talked to Dad, and they both agreed that 
I could start going back to normal if I behaved myself over the 
weekend. Although Dad did say I was going to be sleeping in the crib 
for a while, since they'd actually gotten rid of my old bed. Well, I 
guess I wouldn't be inviting Jeff up to my room anytime soon.

Mom and Dad had squeezed themselves into their old clothes, and Jillian 
and Sally were looking pretty good in pink flower girl dresses - kind 
of sexy flower girls actually. And then there was me - the baby of the 
family - all ready to be shown off in my cute little playsuit. My big-
footed sister Sally had even given me a pair of her kiddie-style red t-
strap sandals - complete with stupid-looking white ankle socks, of 
course.

We arrived at Lulu and Charlie's house, and Jillian pretty much dragged 
me out of the car. I was in no hurry to be seen in my costume. But 
right at the door we were greeted by Lulu and my ten year old cousin, 
Josh. Lulu had on her old wedding dress, which looked kind of tight. 
Josh hadn't put on anything special at all.

"Will you look at that! You all take the cake!" screamed Lulu, "I can't 
believe the whole family. Ohmigod! Alice, you look amazing! Sally, 
Jillian. how sweet! And what have we here?" She gave me the once over. 
”Jamie, you win the prize. Why, you look just like when you were a 
toddler! That is the identical outfit you wore to our wedding! I can't 
believe it. And look at your darling shoes! You are too much.” She gave 
me a big squeeze. I felt my face flush.

"Hi, Jamie," said Josh, with a huge grin on his face.

Then we were surrounded by people - my other cousins, my grandparents, 
the neighbors - everyone laughing at our outfits. I even started 
feeling a little less hot and embarrassed as it became clear that 
everyone thought that my sailor suit was just a cute joke. We all went 
up on the deck in back of the house, and Charlie and Lulu went through 
a whole thing about "renewing their vows". By then it was about noon, 
and it was getting pretty warm. Everyone kind of scattered around the 
back yard while we waited for lunch. The grown-ups started having 
drinks. Sally came round while I was talking to Jason, my fourteen year 
old cousin, and handed me a sippy cup full of cranberry juice.

"Wow, Jamie, it really is 'Baby Days' for you again, isn't it?" Jason's 
eyes went wide. ”Dad told me about your crib. And Tim said your sisters 
took you to Riverside in a stroller.”

"Yeah.”

"It's kind of weird, isn't it? Dad said he thought you might actually 
be into it.”

"Well. . I'm not into this fucking sailor suit. How come you don't have 
to wear a special outfit?"

"Josh and I weren't even born fifteen years ago. Mom said we should 
just come butt-naked. Of course, she was joking. But look at Tim. Mom 
made him wear those shorts, though that's probably what he would want 
to wear anyway.”

My cousin Tim had on a pair of khaki shorts and a button-down shirt 
with a bow-tie. I guess that was what he wore to his parents' wedding 
back when he was three, but like my sisters in their frilly dresses, he 
still didn't look like a total fool.

Just then Gran came over. ”It's time for the pictures, boys. Come on, 
Jamie. You're supposed to sit in my lap. Lulu says she wants to set it 
up just like the wedding picture was.”

I loved Gran. But I was embarrassed about sitting in her lap. Still, 
everyone was really funny and cheerful about the whole dumb thing, so 
after we were all lined up, I eased myself down on her bony old knees. 
She gave me a big squeeze.

"You certainly are a bit heavier than the last time we did this. But 
otherwise it's just the same.” I could feel Gran's fingers tickling up 
the leg of my shorts. And Lulu tells me that they've even got you back 
in diapers?" I Isn't that the limit? Well, I guess it runs in the 
family. I had your uncle Jack in them every night until he was twelve, 
or maybe thirteen. And Tim.”

Gran leaned over toward Tim, who was standing just in front of us. 
”Tim, didn't you stay in diapers an extraordinarily long time? I 
remember seeing you still in rubber pants when you were almost nine.”

Tim blushed, "Yeah, Gran, but that was just at night, and Jamie's 
fifteen. He's a pretty severe case.”

"Well, you're all my babies, the whole lot of you. And it's extra nice 
to see Jamie back in his sweet little sailor suit again.” They snapped 
the photo, and Gran gave me a big kiss. I love Gran.

Then it was time for lunch. The other kids were mostly avoiding me, but 
the grownups kept hovering around, pinching my cheeks or patting my 
well-padded behind, especially the women. Mom was standing next to me 
talking to Janet Lawson.

"I think we'll have to let Jamie off the hook, pretty soon. It's just 
so much work having to baby sit him constantly. After Jillian's 
schedule at the park changes next week, I won't have anyone to watch 
him in the mornings. There is this new girl, Julie, who's sitting 
tonight, but I'm sure she'll want to be paid by the hour.”

"Well, Alice, I already told you what I think you should do. It's 
really not all that expensive, and they're busy and happy all morning 
and even get lunch. I know Danielle would be open to the idea. She 
thinks he's cute.”

"Maybe. I just don't know how long I can keep it up, no matter how much 
he deserves it. And of course he has to go back to normal anyway before 
school starts.”

Jillian came over carrying the Winnie-the-Pooh bag. ”Oh, good," said 
Mom, "Could you just help Jamie with his lunch? The little kids are 
supposed to sit over at the picnic table. Just make sure he doesn't 
make a mess of his sailor suit.”

"Alice, that outfit is the most adorable thing I've ever seen," Janet 
chuckled. ”I haven't got anything half as cute for Brad.” It was true. 
Brad was dressed in some basic shorts and a shirt. I was the real baby 
of the party.

Jillian took me by the hand, and got us some plates of Lulu's fried 
chicken and cornbread. We sat down at the picnic table where Jason and 
Josh and some of Jason's friends from fourth grade were already eating. 
Two of the boys started snickering and turning red in the face.

Jason said, "Come on guys, don't make fun of him," But then Jillian 
snapped the "Sesame Street" bib around my neck and plunked my Gerber 
sippy-cup down on the table. All the boys collapsed in giggles.

One boy with a real short crew-cut snorted, "Where's his high-chair?"

"We left it at home," Jillian replied matter-of-factly. In fact, this 
was my first meal sitting at a regular table in more than a week.

"Jason says they even put you back in diapers.” said the boy.

"You bet we did," said Jillian, "and we need to keep checking him to 
see if he's still dry.” She reached up my shorts to feel my plastic 
pants. The boys leaned down under the picnic table to watch. They got a 
pretty good view of the process because the stupid sailor suit was cut 
so short that my diapers stuck out the legs when I was sitting. Now I 
was the one turning red.

"Do you mean, he does in his diapers, for real?"

"All the time. Wouldn't you, if you were wearing diapers?"

"Yeah," the crew-cut boy laughed, "I'd pee in them and poop in them.”

"Well, that's just what Jamie does, don't you, Jamie?"

I said nothing, but turned a lovely shade of hot pink.

Josh said, "Mom says I wore Pampers until I was six, and Tim was still 
wearing them at night in third grade.”

"You've got a strange family," said the crew-cut kid. ”Come on, let's 
get some ice cream!"

Uncle Charlie had started scooping out ice cream cones. Jason and Josh 
and their friends all grabbed some and started playing tag out on the 
lawn. Jillian and I finished our lunch, and then went for some ice 
cream too.

Charlie gave us the big hello. ”Hey, Jamie, I see you got your bib on - 
all ready for an ice cream cone.”

"I told him he'd better keep it on. Mom will kill me if he wrecks his 
sailor suit.”

"We wouldn't want that to happen. Jamie, you're the hit of the party. 
You really deserve some ice cream for wearing that cute suit. Vanilla 
or chocolate?"

I asked for chocolate and Charlie gave me three big scoops. Just then 
the crew-cut kid came running up from behind and bumped into me real 
hard. I fell backward, and the ice cream cone landed in a heap in my 
lap.

"I saw that," said Charlie, "that was totally unfair. Jamie was just 
standing there and you plowed right into him.”

"I'm sorry," the kid grinned, "We were playing tag, I didn't see him.”

"That's no excuse. Now look what you've done. You've ruined his nice 
outfit.”

Then Mom came running over. ”Oh Jamie, look at you! You're a mess! 
Jillian, do you still have his diaper bag? I think I put an extra shirt 
in there just in case.” She undid the bib from around my neck. ”Not a 
spot on your bib, of course. You had to drop it all right down your 
front.”

"Now, Alice, it wasn't his fault. This young ruffian tackled him from 
behind.”

Crew-cut boy smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bennett. I should have 
watched where I was going.”

"Well it's too late now. We're just going to have to take this off, " 
said Mom.

Before I realized what was happening, Mom had unsnapped the crotch of 
the romper and pulled it up over my head. And there I was, standing in 
the middle of the party wearing nothing but those sissy red sandals, 
puffy plastic pants, and. a very wet diaper.

"Jillian, hand me that shirt from his bag. Look, he's soaked too. You 
better go change him.” Mom pulled a very babyish yellow t-shirt down 
over my head and started fussing with the shoulder snaps.

Jillian said, "But I just checked his pants and he was dry. When did 
that happen, Jamie?"

"I don't know," I almost sobbed. It was true. I'd gotten so used to 
just letting go whenever, I had stopped noticing.

Crew-cut boy giggled nervously, "When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

Charlie snapped at him, "That's enough out of you, young man. Look at 
the trouble you've caused already. Now, Alice, I'm sure Jamie could 
borrow some shorts from Jason or Tim.”

"Why bother? He can just run around just like this, now that you've 
taken the formal pictures.”

"Mom!" I wailed.

"You're the one who thinks it's fun to wear diapers, remember? And it's 
not as if it's a big secret. Besides it's hot. You'll be much more 
comfortable the way you are. Jillian, do you mind?" She handed my 
sister the Winnie-the-Pooh bag. Hearing my protests, some of the guests 
on the deck turned to stare at the diapered fifteen-year-old boy. I 
could feel my eyes welling up, and I tried hard not to cry. After all I 
didn't want everyone to think I was a baby. But the dam burst. Hot 
tears started running down my cheeks. Jillian grabbed my hand and 
pulled me toward the sliding door. I didn't know if I was more ashamed 
of having them all see me in diapers or see me in tears. All I knew was 
that my sobs kept coming while everyone stared at me, being lead away 
weeping, like the toddler I was dressed as.

Jillian dragged me into Lulu's guest room, and spread the big changing 
pad out on the bed. After cleaning the tears off my face with a baby 
wipe, she pulled my plastic pants down to my ankles and unpinned my 
damp diapers. Very slowly and calmly, she wiped clean my diaper area, 
and then, using lots of powder, she dusted my crotch, the plastic pants 
and a fresh, double diaper. Somehow she was very gentle about the whole 
thing, and I got the urge to suck my thumb again, the way I had with 
Julie the night before. I remembered that Julie was coming over to stay 
with me later, and I started feeling a little happier. After Jillian 
slipped the waterproof pants back up over my clean new diaper, she 
handed me my sippy-cup of juice. I took my thumb out of my mouth, 
smiled back and said "Thanks.”

"Now do you want to take a little nap right now or come back outside? 
I'll make sure that no one teases you too much.”

I decided I would take some time out, but I wasn't really tired, just 
upset and shy. So after about half an hour I ventured back outside. The 
party was in full swing and everyone had gotten a lot more relaxed. The 
grownups were all laughing and hollering, and the kids were running 
around.

"There you are, honey," Lulu came toward me. ”Are you feeling better? 
You could still borrow some shorts from the boys. It's no big deal. 
I'll straighten things out with your mom.”

"It's okay, Aunt Lulu, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be fine. I was 
just sort of surprised.”

"I don't blame you, sweetie. Here, let me get you a little more juice.”

I'd forgotten I was still clutching my sippy-cup. She took it over to 
the bar and filled it up with cranberry juice. She gave it back to me 
with a hug, and took me by the hand over to the porch swing. ”You know, 
Charlie came down pretty hard on your folks for making a spectacle of 
you. We just want everyone to have a great time at our party, and no 
matter what you did, I think they might have gone a little too far. But 
you know your mom, once she gets an idea in her head. You're like her 
yourself, you know.” Aunt Sally smiled at me," I remember you putting 
up a real battle about the potty. And then you were constantly 
snitching Josh's Pampers. You were always fighting to stay in diapers, 
and now look - you got your way.”

"I just felt embarrassed with all these people.”

"You embarrassed? Look at me shoehorned into this old dress. Why, stark 
naked you're still the cutest guy here. You just provided a little 
extra entertainment. It's a party, Jamie. Anything goes!" Right then 
Jason came running up with a super-soaker and an evil grin.

Lulu jumped up and yelled, "Don't you dare! This dress is older than 
you are.” She pushed me in front of her. ”Get him instead of me! He's 
probably wet already!"

I raced off to the other side of the yard, and got caught up in a big 
game of water tag that Jason and Josh were playing. Eventually I got my 
hands on the super-soaker myself and took some fairly extreme revenge 
on crew-cut boy. And by that time I wasn't the only one running around 
just in my diapers. Mrs. Lawson had stripped Brad down to his plastic 
pants too, and there was a pair of little toddler girls in Huggies 
pull-ups who were splashing around in a wading pool. Uncle Charlie made 
all four of us line up for a photo.

"It's time to go now, Jamie," Sally called out.

"Just a minute," Charlie called back, "I've got to get a shot of the 
baby parade.”

"Where are your sandals, Jamie? Come on, Julie will be there to babysit 
you at five!"

"You got a babysitter?" Crew-cut laughed at me. I nailed him again with 
the super-soaker.

"Jealous, aren't you?"

So I was worn out, but pretty happy after all, when we headed back 
home. Julie was already there waiting for us. Mom and Dad went upstairs 
to change, while Sally and Jillian filled Julie in on my evening 
schedule - "Not too much TV, and he has to watch from the playpen", "in 
his crib by nine o'clock", "just one or two bottles of milk, not juice, 
and you don't have to warm it.”

Once they had left, Julie and I ordered a pizza. She gave me the money 
to pay the delivery guy, who pretended that there was nothing odd about 
seeing a teenager come to the door wearing diapers and plastic pants. 
Julie let me skip the highchair, and we ate dinner in the den with the 
TV. She did make me wear a bib and sit in the playpen, but I didn't 
mind. We were watching the tube, when Julie's cell phone rang.

"Hi, Steve. No, I'm babysitting. at the Bennett's. Yes, he is. No, you 
can't come over. No. Absolutely not. I don't care, he's a nice boy. A 
lot nicer than you. Get lost, Steve.” She hung up. ”What a jerk.” I 
kept sucking on my bottle, but I gave her a sympathetic look. She 
ruffled my hair, "Don't worry, cutie, who cares about stupid old 
Steve?"

It was almost nine when Julie announced, "Bath time, big boy!"

It was almost one when Mom and Dad and my sisters finally came home to 
find Julie reading a magazine in the den and me tucked in my crib with 
a full bottle, a fresh diaper, and my nice furry rabbit. I could hear 
them chatting with Julie and going on and on about the fun that they 
had dancing. But I didn't care. We'd had our own fun. I might have been 
sleeping like a baby, but I had just become a man.

Chapter Nine Sleepover

The next morning we all got off to a late start, which was fine by me. 
It was nearly eleven by the time I was in my highchair, tucking into 
some waffles. Jillian and Sally were both pretty hung over, and neither 
one of them was too excited at the prospect of changing me out of 
stinky morning diapers.

"Hey, isn't this the day that you're going to go to Jeff's?" said 
Sally.

"Yeah, Dad said he'd drive me over after breakfast.”

"Well then, you can just go upstairs and take care of yourself for 
once. Throw your diaper in the pail and take a shower. Unless you want 
your friend to know what a little potty pants you've become.”

"I'm going to need some regular underpants. Mom took them all away.”

Jillian said, "She took a ton of your stuff to Goodwill. She probably 
threw away your old shorts. They were all pretty gross. She said she'd 
buy you new stuff for school.”

"Wait, I think I saw some undies in the cleaning closet with the rags.” 
Sally came back with a ratty pair of jockeys and my old pjs as well. 
”Look, here's everything you need for your sleepover.”

"Can I have one of my regular shirts back too? And maybe some jeans?"

"I think those are all gone too. But you've got plenty of stuff in your 
closet.”

I had to rummage around to find anything to wear that wasn't totally 
infantile. Mom and her seamstress friend Rita had had a field day 
remodeling my wardrobe. I had at least half a dozen new shortalls and 
playsuits, and they had stuck Winnie-the-Pooh and Sesame Street patches 
on all my remaining shorts and t-shirts. I ended up having to settle 
for a yellow polo shirt with a fairly innocuous Disney appliquι and a 
pair of light blue gym shorts. I knew I looked kind of dorky, but I 
hoped Jeff wouldn't care.

It felt weird being allowed to dress myself, and it felt really weird 
to be wearing normal underpants again. It was like having nothing on. I 
felt light and giddy, and kind of unprotected as I came down the stairs 
with the breeze blowing up my baggy shorts and through the thin cotton 
of my fruit-of-the-looms.

"Ready to roll, son?" said Dad, "Ready to play with the big boys?"

On the way over I discovered that Sally had thoughtfully packed my 
stuffed rabbit and a pacifier in the overnight bag with my pajamas. 
Fucking sisters. I left the baby items in the back seat when we got to 
Jeff's. He was waiting for me outside, kicking around a soccer ball. He 
gave me a big smile.

"Cute shirt, James, I didn't know you'd joined the Mickey Mouse Club.”

But it was great seeing Jeff. I borrowed one of his bathing suits, and 
we hiked down to the lake to go swimming. His mom had made us some 
sandwiches, so we had a kind of picnic.

While we were walking back from the lake, Jeff asked me, "So what's 
this story about your family making you wear baby clothes? Your 
sisters' friends Mike and Steve were at the movies last night, and they 
told me they saw you going around, like, in diapers and stuff.”

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. So even Jeff knew. Well, 
why should I be surprised? I had been put on public display dressed as 
an infant and dragged all over town. Everyone knew. I struggled not to 
cry.

"I guess it's no secret. It's like a consequence thing that Mom and Dad 
decided to do.”

"Consequence for what?"

So I had to tell him the whole story, about babysitting Brad, and 
getting caught, and them starting me with the diaper service. But I 
didn't tell him about Julie and me getting it off. I didn't even 
believe that myself yet.

After he had listened to the whole saga, Jeff said, "Man, that's pretty 
harsh. How can you stand it?"

I had to admit that there was a part of me that was into the whole baby 
trip - what Lulu was talking to me about at the party. I was so 
ashamed, and I felt the tears starting again.

"Come on, dude, don't cry. Everyone’s different. But you got to stand 
up for yourself. You can't just let them treat you like a two year 
old.”

"They said they might let me start going back to normal next week. And 
worst case, it's only until school starts again.”

"Watch out, they'll figure out a way to keep you down even then. I 
mean, you got to tell your folks you won't put up with it anymore, or 
they'll just do anything they want with you.”

"I was able get Mom to let me leave the baby crap at home so I could 
come visit you. It's a start. And she said she was starting to get sick 
of all the extra work.”

"Extra work? Like what?"

I told him all about the babysitting and diaper changes, and 
redecorating my room, and all the new clothes.

"Sounds to me like you're having a regular vacation. When we punished 
the kids at camp, we gave them extra chores. And as long as you're 
actually into pooping your pants, you haven't got such a bad deal.” 
Jeff gave me a pat on the back, and I dried my eyes on my sleeve. I 
felt incredibly embarrassed telling him all this stuff, but he seemed 
pretty cool about it.

We got back to Jeff's house and had milkshakes and watched a movie on 
TV. After a big supper of chili and corn bread we watched another 
movie. Around ten o'clock Jeff's mom came in to tell us to get to bed 
because Jeff had an early appointment for a physical the next day. I 
was sprawled next to the sofa, clutching one of the pillows, feeling 
kind of sleepy and happy. Jeff's mom gave me a quizzical smile, and I 
realized that my thumb had made its way into my mouth. At home I always 
had a pacifier or a bottle when we were watching TV. I guess I had just 
gotten used to sucking on something.

I found out the next morning that sucking my thumb wasn't the only 
babyish thing I had gotten used to lately. When I woke up in Jeff's 
spare bed I felt all cold and. wet. I couldn't believe it. I had peed 
in the night. I had peed a lot. The mattress and my pajamas were 
soaked. What was I going to say?

"I had a little accident," I told Jeff's mom, "I'm really sorry. I'm 
afraid I wet your bed.”

"Yeah, Jamie's been doing some aggressive regressing this summer," Jeff 
laughed.

"Apparently so," said his mom.

She asked me to strip the bed and bring the sheets down to the laundry, 
but she was really nice about it. Then we had breakfast, and my mom 
showed up.

"Hi, Alice, stay and have a cup of coffee. I still have a few minutes 
before I have to take Jeff to the doctor. Can you believe that we're 
still dragging these great big young men to the pediatrician?"

"Oh, I can believe it. But, I'm on the run this morning too. I've got 
some new clients who want to go house-hunting. Jamie, I don't have time 
to take you home. I'm afraid you'll just have to tag along.”

As we were walking out the door, Jeff's mother handed me a plastic bag, 
"I put your wet pjs in here. I would have run them through the wash, 
but since you're in a rush. .”

Mom gave me a raised-eyebrow look. Jeff and his mother waved goodbye, 
and I got into the back of the minivan. I knew the drill from other 
times I'd had to go on real estate showings with Mom - sit in the very 
back seat and pretend to be invisible. We didn't talk much as she 
whizzed across town to pick up Mr. and Mrs. Schwartz.

I jumped out of the van to open the door for them. Mom introduced me, 
"This is my son, Jamie. I hope you don't mind him coming along, but I 
just picked him up at his friend's house and there wasn't time to run 
him back home.”

"Oh, that's fine," Mrs. Schwartz smiled as she got in the middle seat 
of the van. ”And you must have a little one at home too. Whose are 
these cute things?" She held up my rabbit and the pacifier I had left 
on the seat when Dad dropped me off at Jeff's.

"Oh, those belong to Jamie. You can give them to him.”

"Really?" said Mrs. Schwartz, looking at me oddly, as she handed me my 
stuff.

I just smiled politely and said, "Thanks.”

We drove around and around for about two hours, stopping every now and 
then for Mom to show the Schwartzes around. We must have seen five or 
six places, and I was feeling extremely bored. I even started 
surreptitiously sucking on the pacifier, but only when I was sure the 
Schwartzes wouldn't notice. Then, just as they were all emerging from 
another house, I felt my stomach cramp up. Lately I'd been having my 
BMs in the morning right around breakfast time - and right before 
getting changed out of my double thick nighttime diapers. But I hadn't 
thought about going to the toilet before leaving Jeff's house, since, 
frankly, I'd gotten so used to just doing it in my diaper.

As Mom got into the car, I whispered to her. ”Mom, I've really got to 
go.”

"Well, you're going to have to wait right now.”

The Schwartzes got back in the car, and Mom turned her attention to 
them. ”I'm sorry about that last house, but I think you'll really like 
the place we're going to see next.” We got on the highway and started 
driving out into the country.

Mrs. Schwartz turned around to speak to me, "So, Jamie, what have you 
been up to this summer?"

"Oh, nothing much, staying at home.”

"Jamie's been spending a lot of time playing with his friend Brad, who 
lives right next door," Mom said brightly.”

"Do you mean little Brad Lawson? I know the Lawson’s' from work," said 
Mrs. Schwartz, "but isn't Brad a little young for you? He can't be four 
yet, and you must be at least thirteen or fourteen.”

"Oh, you'd be surprised how much the boys have in common," Mom laughed, 
"Now, I know that this next listing is outside your price range, but 
it's been on the market for a while and I think that a low offer might 
take it.” We kept speeding down the highway. Exits flashed by. I was 
feeling really uncomfortable.

"Mom, excuse me.”

"Not now, Honey, it'll just be a minute. The sellers were experiencing 
a little problem with their septic, but that is now totally resolved.”

Meanwhile I was experiencing a major problem with my septic. Something 
about the chili dinner at Jeff's. I thought maybe if I just let out a 
little gas. I let go a little, and a small, silent fart slipped out, 
then another, and then. I couldn't stop. I was pooping my underpants 
right there in the back seat of the car! The smell was not good, and 
Mrs. Schwartz discreetly rolled down her window, all the while chatting 
with her husband and my mom up in the front. I could feel the familiar 
sensation of sticky poo spreading across my behind. What was happening 
to me? After more than a week in diapers, was I actually losing 
control? I had kind of stopped noticing when I had to pee or poop. In 
fact I must have been asleep when I wet Jeff's bed, and now I had this 
horrible mess in my pants to deal with. Shit.

We finally got off the highway, and after another mile or two we got to 
the house with the for sale sign out front. As the Schwartzes got out, 
Mom turned to me and hissed, "I'll ask if you can use the bathroom 
here.”

"I don't actually need to go anymore. I'll just stay in the car," I 
muttered.

"Are you sure? Because I'm not making any more stops.”

"Sure.”

I marinated in the backseat for a very uncomfortable half hour. Then we 
dropped the Schwartzes back at the office, where Mom had to stay and do 
some paper work. It was nearly one o'clock before we got home and I 
could finally get out of the car.

I was a total mess. The stinky brown stain had soaked through my gym 
shorts, and my ass was burning. As I waddled gingerly to the breezeway, 
Mom realized what had happened.

"UNBELIEVABLE! I stopped and I asked you if you needed to go! Ohmigod! 
Look at you!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," I started crying, "It was already too late when you 
asked.”

"Already too late? You mean you couldn't even hold it in for fifteen 
minutes! That is ridiculous! I just hope the back seat isn't totally 
ruined. And you wet your pajamas at Jeff's too! All I can say is that 
you're sending the message out loud and clear.”

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to.”

"Exactly. You 'didn't mean to'. Well, I was thinking about letting you 
go back to regular underwear after this weekend, but you've just shown 
me that you not only WANT to wear diapers, but that you obviously NEED 
them as well.”

"But Mom, I told you I had to go!"

"Right, you gave me less than five minutes notice smack in the middle 
of an important showing! I'm sorry, but even your little friend Brad 
does better than that. This is the last straw. Get in the house right 
away and get cleaned up! And stop those pathetic tears.”

I dragged my sorry butt upstairs and took a shower. Then Mom sent Sally 
up to put me back in diapers for the afternoon. When we came back down, 
Mom was talking on the phone. As Sally put me in my highchair and 
snapped on my bib, I heard Mom say, "All right, we're all set. Thanks 
for being so accommodating. I'll have the disposables and a copy of his 
shots tomorrow. Is there anything else? Oh, of course, a complete 
change is always be a smart idea. Okay, so Sally will pick them both up 
at two o'clock. Thank you so much. See you tomorrow!"

Sally put a bowl of toddler alphabet soup down on the tray of my 
highchair, and fixed herself a tuna sandwich. Mom dialed another 
number.

"Hi, this is Alice Bennett. Yes, that's right, Jamie's mom. You 
remember I asked Friday about canceling our order? Well, forget about 
that. And another thing, Pete showed me some of your new disposables. 
I'd like to order those for Jamie also. Yes, I think it's 28 or maybe 
30. Medium sounds right. Four packages should be enough. Oh, could you? 
That would be perfect.”

Mom hung up the phone and picked a little at the other half of Sally's 
sandwich. She didn't seem mad any more.

"Sally, I thought you had to go pick up Brad.”

"No, Mom, Julie's taking care of him today. We're taking turns. She can 
babysit the boys Monday, Wednesday and Friday. That way I can start 
doing the afternoon shift they want at McDonald's.”

"Well, as long as you can take care of them tomorrow. I've got two 
showings this afternoon, so I'm going to run. Have a nice afternoon.” 
Mom raced off.

Sally let me watch the cartoon channel instead of taking a proper nap. 
So there I was comfortably settled in the playpen sucking on a bottle 
of juice, when she opened the front door for Pete, the guy from Tidee-
Didee.

"Hang on, I'll run upstairs and get his diaper pail. You can put the 
clean stuff down right here.” Sally disappeared up the stairs.

Pete stood by the stairs for a minute, clutching a bundle of fresh 
cloth diapers for me, as well as a couple of plastic bags of 
disposables. He stared at me curled up in the playpen. Then he put down 
his packages, and walked over.

"Well, Jamie, you've got the life, hanging around watching Rugrats all 
afternoon.”

"Yeah," I mumbled, keeping the bottle in my mouth. I felt kind of shy 
about talking to him.

"So your mom ordered you some disposables. going to try out something 
new. You'll like them. They're real nice.”

I glared at him, "What do you know about it?" He just smiled back at 
me. For the first time I thought I noticed something a little bulgy 
about the shorts of Pete's Tidee-Didee uniform.

Just then Sally came down with my diaper pail, so Pete hauled it out to 
the van, and drove off. After she'd stacked my new diapers upstairs, 
Sally decided nap time was over and that we should do something fun. 
Amazingly enough, she suggested going to the Aquarium. It was the first 
time I had been there since I was a kid, I mean, a little kid, I mean, 
really a little kid. you know what I mean. She dressed me in my 
railroad striped OshKosh shortalls, and brought along the stroller too, 
which was cool because she got me in at the stroller admission price 
again. We actually had a really great time. Sally pushed me in the 
stroller all the way down the long winding ramp around the big tank. 
The place was pretty empty on a Monday afternoon, so there weren't too 
many people staring at the teenage toddler. I relaxed and just had a 
happy time looking at the fish. It was already supper time when we got 
back home.

Dad glared at me as he snapped in my highchair tray, "Well, Jamie, I 
understand that your underpants experiment was a little premature.”

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to make a mess of the car.”

"The car will be okay," said Mom. ”But since you wet the bed at Jeff's 
too, it's obvious we're going to have to start from scratch and 
literally re-train you before we can trust you without diapers again. 
Janet and I decided we'll set aside the last two weeks of August to try 
to get both you and Brad toilet-trained before school starts. Of 
course, he's going into pre-school and you're going to high school. But 
neither one takes students in diapers.”

Dad said, "Actually, Alice, I don't think the high school specifically 
rules it out, so if Jamie doesn't pull himself together, I suppose it 
is possible that we could figure out some kind of system. He could get 
changed in the nurse's office or in the locker room or something.”

I felt kind of dizzy. They weren't thinking about sending me back to 
school still in diapers?

"We'll see," Mom continued, "that's partly why I ordered those 
disposables from Tidee-Didee. They'll come in handy away from home. And 
of course, you'll be needing them tomorrow.”

I wasn't even listening. I was still reeling at the idea of changing 
diapers in the locker room. I had had hopes of being on the JV soccer 
team in the fall. That wasn't going to happen if I had to wear Pampers 
under my Umbros.

Chapter Ten "Who's Stinky?"

The next morning Jillian woke me up early. ”Come on, Jamie, I've got to 
get to work. And we've got to get you ready. You're going with Mom.”

After a quick session in my highchair with a bowl of Wheetena and a 
bottle of orange juice, Jillian hustled me upstairs and into one of my 
new disposable diapers. It was a funny feeling. Kind of scratchy and 
papery compared to the cushy cotton ones I had gotten used too. The 
plastic backing made a terrific rustling noise whenever I moved, even 
under the airplane print shortalls that Jillian put on me. Meanwhile, 
Mom was stuffing a bunch of things in my Winnie-the-Pooh bag - more 
disposables, a bib, a bottle, an extra playsuit. Jillian rushed off to 
work, and I got in the back of Mom's minivan, ready for another boring 
day of house showings. I did sort of wonder how Mom was going to 
explain her obviously diapered fifteen-year-old son to her clients. But 
I guess she had a plan.

We drove for about ten minutes and pulled up in front of the daycare 
place where Sally always took me to pick up Brad. The Lawson’s' car was 
parked out front. I figured Mom had something she needed to say to 
Janet.

"Come on," said Mom, grabbing my diaper bag. She took me by the hand 
and led me in the door to KiddieKare. I liked the KiddieKare place. It 
was clean and cheerful with lots of bright colored toys all around. 
There were a couple of toddlers there already, and through the open 
back door I could see Brad out on the swing set. And I really liked 
Danielle too, the woman who ran the place. She was right there at the 
door with a big smile.

"Great to see you! Don't you look cute, Jamie. All ready for a big 
day!"

Mom handed Danielle a folder of papers and said, "I got him the 
disposables, so we'll see how those work. They're in his diaper bag, 
along with everything else he might need.” I still didn't understand. 
Was she planning on leaving me here?

Janet walked over, "Oh, isn't this nice. I just dropped off Brad. 
Tomorrow I could bring the boys in together, if you like.”

Danielle said, "Let me just take a sec to check his paperwork. They 
make me jump through so many hoops. That's good you've got the medical 
sheet. I just need to fill in his age.”

"He's fifteen, but he'll be sixteen on July 30.”

"Why that's right around the corner! What a big boy! We'll have to do 
something special for his birthday. . It's good we're properly licensed 
for big kids. It even says so on the sign out front, though the oldest 
child we ever had before was ten, But I know Jamie will do just great!" 
Danielle put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

"You're going to leave me here?" I asked.

Mom said, "That's right, Jamie. Come on, Janet. Time to say "Bye-bye", 
honey. Have fun.” She gave me kiss on the cheek.

"I'm staying here?"

"Yes, you are, Jamie. Sally will pick you and Brad up at one o'clock. 
Now, you be a good boy for Danielle. See you later!"

"But Mom, this place is for three year olds! I can't stay here! I 
thought I was coming with you.”

"After your little performance in the car yesterday? You heard 
Danielle. She can take fifteen-year-olds here, even sixteen year olds. 
I just hope that you become a little more mature before your 
seventeenth birthday rolls around.”

"But Mom!" I could feel the angry tears building up all over again.

"It's just for a few hours so I can go to work, for God's sake. We 
can't babysit you round the clock.”

"But I don't want a babysitter!" I sobbed.

Danielle interrupted, "Alice, you'd better just go. Don't worry. He'll 
be fine.”

Mom and Janet walked out, smiling and shaking their heads.

Danielle took my hand. ”Now, Jamie, don't cry. I'm surprised at you. 
such a big boy. You'll see Mommy again at the end of the day. Come on, 
let me show you your cubby.”

I sniffled as Danielle took a baby wipe to my tearful face. I couldn't 
believe she thought I was upset because Mom had left. I didn't miss 
Mom! I was just pissed about being dumped off at fucking KiddieKare! 
But how could I say that to Danielle? I knew one thing though - I was 
going to have to stop crying when I got mad.

"This will be your own cubby, Jamie, and we'll keep all your things 
here. Now let's get you some juice. I see your mom packed you a bottle 
already, but I can give you a sippy cup if you prefer.”

"I don't give a shit,” I mumbled.

Danielle gave me a really severe look. ”Maybe you need a little time 
out.” She handed me my bottle and took me over to the corner by the 
front window. ”You just sit here until you feel like joining in.”

I looked out to see if Mom's car was still there. She was gone. I 
thought about just walking out the front door, but Danielle had a 
buzzer lock on it, and anyway I wasn't thrilled about the idea of 
hiking the three miles back to our house dressed in OshKosh shortalls 
printed with little red and blue airplanes. I huddled on the little 
beanbag couch next to a shelf full of picture books and stared out the 
window. It was a beautiful day - there were shiny cars zipping by on 
the highway, or turning into the little plaza in front of the building, 
there were people coming out of the drugstore, or walking into the 
Laundromat, and then there was me, stuck in baby daycare, sucking on a 
bottle of apple juice. I could feel my disposable growing warm and wet 
between my legs. Maybe I belonged here after all.

One of the other kids, a little girl about four, came up to me,” 
Danielle says it's time for circle.” So I got up and followed her over 
to the middle of the room, where Danielle and Brad and five or six 
other little kids were all sitting in a group. They were all very 
quiet, and I felt pretty self-conscious about the crinkly sounds my 
damp Pampers made as I sat down on the floor with them.

"Kids, I want you to meet our new friend, Jamie. Jamie, this is Sam, 
and Luke, and Kaitlyn, and Dylan, and Jennie, and you know Brad 
already, don't you?" The kids were anywhere from two to five. I noticed 
that the two girls weren't wearing any diapers, but I was pretty sure 
that all the boys were.

"Jamie's my bestest friend," piped Brad with a big happy grin.

Danielle made us sing along with a couple of Mr. Rogers songs about 
"friends" that she had on tape. Then she shooed us all out of doors to 
play in the fenced playground out back. Brad showed me the sandbox, and 
we started playing one of the endless construction site games we had 
been doing all summer. After about an hour I felt like I had to go. I 
thought about asking Danielle if I could use the toilet, but then I 
thought, "what the hell, she can just deal with it. ” So I just stopped 
pushing the little dump truck I was playing with and took my own dump. 
I quickly found out that my new disposable diapers were a lot less 
absorbent than the cloth ones I was used to. By the time Danielle 
called us all in for snack, I was a wet, sandy, crappy mess.

Danielle's curly-haired young assistant, Toni, had showed up by then, 
and she handed out graham crackers and refills on juice. I noticed that 
I was the only one drinking from a baby bottle. The other kids all had 
sippy-cups. The two girls noticed too, and they started whispering and 
giggling to each other. Toni was just passing by me when she wrinkled 
up her nose, and called, "Who's stinky?"

The four boys all chorused, "Not me! not me!", while the girls giggled 
even louder. Then one of them burst out laughing, "It's Jamie.”

Toni opened her eyes wide with surprise, "Why, Jamie, do you need to go 
potty?"

Blushing, I shook my head. Danielle bustled over. ”Oh, it looks like 
Jamie needs a change. Come on, Jamie.” Briskly, she took me into the 
back. ”Dearie me, you're a little overdue for fresh Pampers," she 
muttered, unsnapping my shortalls and making me lie down on one of the 
nap-time mats. With amazing speed she ripped off my soiled diaper, 
wiped me clean, rubbed me down with baby lotion, powdered me, and taped 
on a new disposable.

"I'm afraid your pants are really too dirty and wet to put back on, 
honey. Let's see if Mommy packed you a spare outfit.” Danielle fished 
around in my diaper bag and pulled out a particularly idiotic looking 
blue and yellow romper - like a polo shirt, but longer, with crotch 
snaps to make it into shorts at the bottom. To top it off Mom's friend 
Rita had sewn Sesame Street patches of Ernie, Bert and Cookie Monster 
across the front.

"This one is super cute," Danielle chuckled. She peeled my t-shirt off 
and slid the silly romper down over my head. Expertly she snapped the 
crotch over my rustling plastic diapers. With a crinkly pat on my 
diapered tush, Danielle directed me back to the group of toddlers. Toni 
was still looking kind of stunned, but she smiled and relaxed a bit as 
Danielle and she discussed my "adorable" outfit.

Snack time was over, so we all went out back to play some more. I 
started kind of enjoying the feel of my new romper. It was a hot day, 
and it felt cool to be wearing nothing but a big loose shirt. The 
romper covered up a lot less diaper than my OshKosh shortalls did. Mom 
had made the legs so short and baggy that my Pampers kind of hung out. 
Now I was dressed way more babyishly than Brad and the other kids, but 
they didn't seem to care, or at least the boys didn't. And the girls 
didn't want to play with me anyway. Brad and me and two of the other 
boys made up a really silly tag game, and then Danielle brought some 
grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and some more juice out to the 
picnic table. She didn't even make me wear a bib.

Brad and Dylan and I were having fun playing on the swing set when 
Sally showed up. She and Danielle walked out into the play area. I 
couldn't believe it was already one o'clock.

"Brad, Jamie, come on guys, it's time to go home.”

Danielle said, "He's had a great morning. A few tears when Mommy left, 
but otherwise we've had a lot of fun.”

"Come on, Jamie. Time to stop.”

"All right, don't rush me", I was sick of being pushed around.

Danielle ruffled my hair. ”Don't worry, Jamie, you'll be right back 
tomorrow. Here, you'll have to bring him another spare outfit.” She 
handed Sally a plastic bag with my dirty overalls in it.

Sally took Brad and me back to our house. I felt tired enough from 
running around outside that I was looking forward to a nap in my crib. 
After naptime Sally changed us both out of our wet disposables into 
nice dry cloth diapers, and gave us a snack. Then Janet came by to pick 
up Brad.

"How was daycare, Jamie? Did you have fun?" Janet asked. ”You looked a 
little weepy when your mom dropped you off.”

I blushed, "It was okay. Danielle was nice.”

"Isn't she great? I knew you'd fit right in. Wow, is that a cute 
romper! Brad won't wear the cute stuff anymore. It's too bad. Well, 
bye-bye! See you tomorrow.”

While I was stuck in my highchair having dinner, Mom and Dad and my 
sisters asked me all kinds of questions about my first big day at 
KiddieKare.

"Did you like the other kids? Was there enough to do? How was lunch? 
Did the disposables work out?" Mom in particular seemed real happy 
about the whole ridiculous thing.

The next day started out easier. Jillian got me ready. She made me wear 
the dumb blue and yellow romper again, since it was still pretty clean. 
Janet came by with Brad to pick me up. Actually the whole morning was a 
lot of fun. Toni organized an art project. We wore plastic coverall 
bibs and made finger paintings. Everyone was very impressed by mine.

This time I went to Danielle and told her my diaper was wet before it 
got too leaky. She praised me a lot for this, and after she got me 
fixed up, I went outside and played in the sandbox some more with Brad.

It was another perfect summer day. We were building an eight lane 
superhighway with a big cloverleaf intersection and getting all sandy 
when I heard someone yell out my name.”

"Hey, Jamie, over here!" It was Mike and Steve. Jillian's friends from 
school. They were sitting in Steve's jeep. I thought about just 
ignoring them, but instead I went over to the playground fence.

"Wow! they seriously put you in daycare! That's pretty extreme!" 
laughed Mike, "Jillian was talking about it, but we had to come by to 
see if it was true. Havin' fun with your little friends, Jamie?"

"It's okay," I said.

"Looks like the life to me, you got the see-saw, the swing set, all the 
fun.”

"Yeah, and I think I'll just go back to it.” I turned to walk back to 
the sandbox.

"Man, I can hear those diapers rustling big-time," yelled Mike, "Is 
baby poopy? Does it need to be changed?"

Then I got angry, and I could feel the tears coming. ”Why don't you 
just go away and leave me alone!"

Mike got down from the jeep and came up to the fence, "Hey, don't start 
crying, Jamie, we only wanted to say hello.” Steve joined him.

"Okay," I sniffed, "Hello.”

"So. you wearing Huggies or Pampers?" asked Steve.

"I don't know. They come from the service.”

"What do you mean? You get diaper service?"

"Yeah, Tidee-Didee. They deliver every week.” Why was I telling him 
this? Steve's questions were kind of personal.

"So those girls change your diapers like, how many times a day?"

I really didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I muttered, "I don't 
know, maybe once in the morning, twice in the afternoon. Mom says it's 
a lot of work, I guess that's why she put me in KiddieKare.”

"Are you stuck here all day?" asked Mike, "I mean, we're heading over 
to Riverside again. You could come with us, if you want. Though we 
don't want to get charged with kidnapping or anything.”

"Well, Julie's coming to pick me up at one o'clock.”

Now it was Steve's turn to get angry. He kicked the fence post really 
hard. ”Fuck that! That's why she wouldn't come out with us! She's 
babysitting this little freak. I'm starting to think she wants to hang 
out with Diaper Boy more than with me. Well, FUCK IT!"

"Hey, Steve, don't start yelling," said Mike.

"I don't give a shit! My girlfriend is spending her summer changing 
Pampers on some Junior High pretty boy, and I think it's FUCKED UP!"

That did it, Danielle heard the hollering and came running out to the 
fence. ”Boys! You leave my kids alone! I can call the police on you for 
loitering within a hundred yards of this fence, and I'll do right now 
if you don't clear out fast!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" said Mike.

Danielle was impressive when she got pissed off. She hustled me and 
Brad back inside, where everyone else was sitting down to lunch. It was 
Spaghetti-O’s, so this time she did put bibs on both me and Brad. The 
little girls thought this was hysterically infantile, and they both 
collapsed in giggles. But I didn't care any more. I'd just as soon not 
get chewed out for dribbling tomato sauce down my front. Of course, it 
would have been better if my bib didn't have "Spit happens" written on 
it in little blue baby block letters.

After lunch we all went outside again. Things were pretty peaceful 
until Julie showed up to collect Brad and me. Suddenly, Steve 
reappeared in an ugly mood. I guess he must have been waiting for her 
out front, because later she told me he tried to follow her in the 
front door. When she slammed the door shut in his face, locking him 
out, he circled round the building to the playground, where Brad and I 
were still hanging out in the sandbox near the fence.

This time Steve started yelling right away. ”Hey, Diaper Boy, your 
babysitter's here for you! I bet you've got a nice shitty diaper for 
her to change! Or maybe it's not just your diaper that's full of shit? 
Maybe it's your whole fuckin' BABY act?" He was really acting crazy. 
Some of the other little kids ran inside. And I tried hard not to pay 
him any attention, even though I could feel the hot angry tears coming 
back in my eyes. I just kept working on the hole I was digging with 
Brad. But Steve kept yelling at me. For a moment I thought he was going 
to jump over the fence.

Then Julie came out. ”Steve, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just telling Pamper Boy what I think of him fuckin' stealing my 
girlfriend.”

"Are you crazy? I'm doing a job here. I'm being paid to babysit for 
Jamie and Brad this afternoon. And both of them are much nicer boys 
than you are. Get lost, Steve. We're through. I wouldn't spend another 
minute with you if I were paid a million bucks.”

"And if I were a little faggot wearing a shitty Pamper I bet you'd 
fuckin' come running!"

"Don't be vulgar, there are little kids here!"

Suddenly two police cars drove up, lights flashing. Danielle had called 
the cops. One of the officers jumped up and grabbed Steve from behind. 
The cop slid some plastic handcuffs over his wrists, and shoved him up 
against the squad car.

"Hey officer, What are you doing? I was just talking to my girlfriend. 
Am I hurting anybody?" Steve protested.

"We're asking the questions, buddy.”

"But that little faggot is trying to steal my girlfriend!" He pointed 
at me.

"You mean the kid in the sandbox?" chuckled the younger of the two 
cops, "That's your competition?” The policeman glanced over at Brad and 
me. I realized that the short legs on the outfit I was wearing were 
kind of riding up and showing a lot of disposable diaper. I stood up 
and tried to pull the pants down a little. As I fingered nervously with 
my romper, the policeman kept staring at me.

The other cop turned toward Julie. He gestured toward Steve. ”Is this 
young man a friend of yours, Ma'am?"

"Not any more, officer," Julie replied.

"Do you work here?"

"No, I'm just here to pick up these two boys. I'm babysitting them this 
afternoon.” The cop looked at me and Brad in the sandbox again and then 
turned back toward Steve.

"Well, young man, I guess we're going to be babysitting you down at the 
station, so get in the car.” They hustled Steve into the back seat of 
the squad car.”

Danielle came running out. ”Oh, thank you for coming so fast. I was 
getting really nervous. He was trying to bust down the door.”

"You called in the complaint, Ma'am?"

"Yes, My name is Danielle Stevens. This is my place. Thank you so much 
for coming right over.”

The older cop pointed his thumb at the sandbox. ”Both these boys are in 
your program?"

"Yes, this is Jamie, and that's Brad. Say hello to the policeman, 
honey. Don't be scared. He's here to keep us safe.”

"Hi," I said.

"And just how old is the bigger kid?," asked the policeman. His eyes 
were fixed on the flashes of white plastic poking out the legs of my 
playsuit.

Danielle smiled, and said, "Jamie's the oldest child in our program. 
He's actually fifteen. Of course, under the state license we can take 
kids up to sixteen years old, you know. Jamie just started here a few 
days ago.” She looked at the officer meaningfully, and added, "His Mom 
needs a little extra help with him because, for one thing, he's still 
in diapers.”

The policeman grinned, "I can see that, Ma'am. Well, take good care of 
him. Now we're going to take this young man down to the station and 
give him a warning. If we need you to come in, we'll give you a call. 
Do you think that you'll be pressing charges?"

"Oh no, no. I hope a warning will be enough. I just don't want him 
coming back.” "I think we can make that clear, Ma'am.”

The younger cop smiled indulgently at me, "Goodbye now, kid. Be a good 
boy. Don't get into too much trouble.”

"Bye, officer, thanks.” I felt a flood of relief, and another flood, a 
warm one, between my legs.

Julie picked up Brad, who was waving bye-bye to the policemen, and 
brought him inside. Danielle took me by the hand and I followed her in. 
The squishy, wet disposable was pushing my legs apart and I could tell 
the two policemen thought I was pretty funny as I sort of toddled back 
toward the daycare center. We watched and waved from the door as the 
police cars drove off.

"Now that was more excitement than we usually get around here," sighed 
Danielle. ”Thank God they came so fast! Julie, you need to be a little 
choosier about your boyfriends.”

"Steve is definitely an ex-boyfriend now. I'm so sorry that happened. I 
had no idea he could be so crazy.”

Danielle smiled at me fondly, "I think you'd better stick with Jamie. 
He's a very nice boy, and a whole lot cuter too!" She gave me a 
reassuring hug. Her hand reached down to the snap-crotch of my romper 
suit and she squeezed my sagging disposable diaper. ”Uh-oh, and wet 
again!"

"I'll change him when we get home. I think I'd better get them home for 
naptime.”

We said goodbye to Danielle. ”See you tomorrow, kids!" she waved after 
us.

Julie strapped Brad and me into the backseat of Janet's station wagon 
and drove us back to the Lawson's. She put Brad up in his room for a 
nap. Then she changed me out of my damp romper and soaking wet 
disposable right on the living room couch where Mom and Janet had first 
put me back in diapers for good. Only this time was quite a different 
experience, as Julie stroked my privates with baby oil until I came in 
her hand. She powdered me up and pinned me into some good old Tidee-
Didees. Then I sucked her off right there on the couch, and came in my 
diapers all over again.

Julie gave me a big kiss as she pulled a pair of frosty light blue 
plastic pants up over my nice soft cloth diaper, and I told her I 
wanted to make out for real. like we had the other night.

"You won't have to wait too long, Jamie. Your mom wants me to babysit 
you again tomorrow evening.”

"Cool!"

"Cool is right. Now, baby, let's go wake up Brad, and get you boys a 
bottle of juice and a snack.” I gave Julie a big hug. Having a 
babysitter was turning out not to be so bad after all.

Chapter Eleven Happy Birthday

They say you can get used to anything. And I actually got used to being 
in daycare pretty quick. The cops threatened Steve with a restraining 
order and scared him pretty good, so he didn't dare come around after 
that. My days kind of settled into a routine: drop-off, circle, 
playtime, a diaper change, lunch, playtime, pick-up. Sometimes it got a 
little dull, but there was something very relaxing about just being 
allowed to be a little kid. The other kids' parents raised a few 
eyebrows when they first encountered the teenage "toddler". But 
Danielle just maintained that I was "special", and most of the moms 
seemed to agree that I was pretty cute too.

The first couple of weeks zipped by, then suddenly it was the middle of 
July and my birthday was coming up on Sunday. Mom said she was planning 
a special surprise. And Dad said he'd do barbecue, which I love. I'd 
even invited my friend Jeff over after begging Mom to let me wear my 
regular clothes. She thought about a minute, but then she said it might 
be okay. So I was feeling pretty psyched.

Meanwhile, Julie and I were having a ball. She was babysitting me and 
Brad every afternoon, and babysitting me alone in the evenings at least 
once or twice a week. We were making out every moment that we could 
get. Babying me and changing my diapers really seemed to turn her on. 
And it certainly was working for me. My sixteenth birthday turned out 
to be a beautiful, really hot summer day. It was getting warm already 
when I woke up, with the sun shining right into my eyes through the 
bars of my crib. As usual, I was pretty wet already, but as I lay on my 
back and thought about being sixteen, I let my bladder go, and really 
drenched my thick night diaper. I could feel the pee leaking out the 
legs and waist of my waterproof pants. My crib mattress had a plastic 
sheet on it, and Mom didn't seem to care how wet or smelly my crib 
sheets got. It was my job to wash those and hang them out to dry every 
few days. The first couple times I was pretty embarrassed about pinning 
up my Winnie-the-Pooh sheets and my plastic pants on our not very 
private backyard clothesline, especially while wearing just a t-shirt 
and my doubled-up daycare disposables. But after a whole month of baby 
treatment, there really was nothing to be shy about. Everybody in the 
neighborhood had seen me in diapers. That was what I wore.

I noticed that my nighttime bottle had rolled over between the crib 
rail and Mr. Rabbit. It was still half full, so I stuck the rubber 
nipple in my mouth and began lazily sucking while waiting for Jillian 
or Sally to come let me out for breakfast. Of course I could have 
climbed out of the crib if I wanted to, but that was kind of a pain, 
and Mom always got mad when I did. Anyway I felt a BM coming on. Most 
mornings I'd hold it in until diaper change time. Dirty diapers weren't 
real popular with Mom or my sisters, so if I asked nicely, they'd let 
me use the toilet right after breakfast while they were getting me 
dressed. Today, however, they were just going to have to change my 
stinky little butt. I arched up in my crib, sucked my bottle a little 
harder, and concentrated on filling my pants.

"Good morning, birthday boy!" Jillian walked in just as I pushed out 
the last of my poop. ”Eeeew, smells like you've got a birthday surprise 
for me. well, that's just going to have to wait.” She lowered the crib 
rail, and gave me a hand climbing out. Still sucking on my bottle, and 
with poopy diapers drooping, I followed her downstairs to the kitchen. 
Mom and Dad were already there, making waffles. Mom gave me a big 
birthday hug and snapped the yellow duckie bib round my neck. I could 
feel the poop squashing all over my butt as Mom locked the tray on my 
highchair.

"Well, happy birthday, big boy.” She handed me a plate of waffles. ”I'd 
kind of expected you to be a bit further along by this time, but I 
guess we're the only folks on the block lucky enough to have a sixteen-
year old toddler.”

"I don't know if lucky is the word I would use," muttered Dad. 
”Sixteen. Who would believe it? I thought this summer we'd be dealing 
with driving lessons and dating. Not diaper service and daycare.”

"Well, Dad, you could let me get my learner's permit," A syrupy piece 
of waffle fell out of my mouth as I said this and tumbled down into the 
pocket of my bib. I'd never been a tidy eater, but since being put back 
in the highchair, I always had to eat just with my fingers or a dinky 
toddler spoon, and I generally ended up making a pretty huge mess.

Dad burst out laughing. ”I guess you're legally old enough for a 
permit, but I think there's some mental age requirements too. I don't 
know what they'd say if you showed up at the Registry wearing diapers.”

"Maybe we'll consider it if your toilet training goes well," said Mom. 
”Remember, both you and Brad have to be out of diapers before school 
starts. Janet's pediatrician swears by this new two week intensive 
method. So on Labor Day weekend we're going to get with the program.”

"Sounds intimidating," Dad chuckled, "What if Jamie doesn't graduate?"

"Then he'll have to wear pull-ups to school," said Jillian, "I know 
that Goodnites will work for Jamie because Mike told me that he can fit 
in them.”

"You never told me that Mike wears Goodnites!" Sally laughed.

"Not all the time, you idiot! He just said he'd tried them on. Some 
kind of stupid thing he did on a dare.”

"Maybe Jamie's not the only big baby around here," said Sally. ”I bet 
Mike would make a cute baby. I'd love to dress him up in Jamie's 
clothes sometime.

Jillian started turning red. ”Just shut up, Sally. He's my boyfriend. I 
shouldn't have said anything.”

Mom brightly changed the subject. ”Speaking of Jamie's clothes, Gran 
asked for a picture of Jamie in the sailor outfit he wore at Lulu's 
anniversary. And I need a decent picture to give to Rita too. Lulu is 
so vain that she claims that all those group pictures from party were 
terrible, and she won't give me copies. So I've made Jamie an eleven 
o'clock appointment at Sears. He'll have a proper birthday portrait! 
Girls, you better get him cleaned up. It's almost ten already.”

"Momm! I don't wanna wear that stupid suit again!" I wailed.

"I suppose you don't 'wanna' have a lovely birthday barbecue either. 
Jillian, hand me the phone. I'll start calling everyone to cancel this 
afternoon.”

"But Mom, that outfit makes me look like a baby!"

Mom untied my bib and unlatched the tray from the highchair. ”Oh, it's 
too babyish? We could just take a photo of you right now in your dirty 
diapers and give that to Gran. I'm sure that would be just as nice.”

"Mom. please!"

"Listen, Rita custom made that little sailor suit for you, and if you 
think that you're going to get away with wearing it just once, and then 
not even for the whole afternoon. if you recall. Wait, I have an idea. 
You can wear the sailor suit to your birthday party, and we can take 
pictures then, Would you like that better?"

"All right, Mom, I'll go to Sears. I really, really want to wear my 
regular clothes for the barbecue.”

"All right, Jamie. If you put the sailor suit on now, this afternoon 
you may wear your 'regular clothes'. Meanwhile, let's get you ready.”

So after a solid forty-five minutes of messy diaper changing, face 
washing, and hair brushing, I was all dressed up again in the damn 
romper suit and the little sailor hat, and Sally was buckling on those 
sissy red t-strap sandals. Jillian said she would stay behind to help 
Dad get the barbecue ready. Mom strapped me in the back seat, while 
Sally loaded my stroller and diaper bag into the car. And off we went 
to the mall.

Being pushed through the mall in my stroller was actually kind of fun, 
as long as no one was there. And the place was pretty empty. If I 
hunkered down in the seat I didn't seem to be very noticeable - people 
just saw another kid in a stroller - maybe a little big. Usually they 
didn't look twice.

But when Sally and Mom pushed me up to the Sears portrait counter the 
young lady there certainly did look twice.

"We're here for his baby pictures," said Mom pointing at me, "I made an 
eleven o'clock appointment.”

"Baby pictures? Of him?" I felt my cheeks turning red.

"That's right," continued Mom, clicking open the lap bar, and undoing 
the safety straps so I could get out. ”It's his birthday and we want to 
get some nice baby pictures of him for his grandma.”

The photo lady's eyes grew even rounder as I stood up. I was taller 
than she was. I smiled at her and she relaxed a little.

"Well, I guess that would be okay. That's a real cute outfit he's got 
on. If you want a "baby-style" portrait, it's a great start. How about 
choosing a background and some props?"

So Mom picked out a couple of giant alphabet blocks and a bright blue 
backdrop. They made me sit on a little platform covered with a fluffy 
white rug. After adjusting the alphabet blocks around me, the photo 
girl started getting into it, making me do different poses, waving a 
little bear hand puppet in the air to make me smile, and keeping up a 
stream of gooey chat.

Okay, let's have a nice big cheerful smile for the camera. Say hello to 
Teddy!" She fussed around with her lights and her tripod, and started 
snapping pictures. Sally kept jumping in to comb my bangs away from my 
eyes. Mom gave me my rabbit to hug. I just sat there feeling dumb. I 
could feel the bottle of juice I'd had at breakfast hitting my bladder.

"Look, you can see digital proofs right here on the screen, and decide 
which ones you'd like to order.”

Mom and Sally cooed with delight, "Oh, this one is perfect! Oh isn't he 
sweet?" Then they haggled over how many prints to order. They were even 
ordering wallet size ones to give to all the relatives. I couldn't 
believe it.

Finally it seemed like they were done. The photo lady gave me a hand 
getting up from the rug, and gave a little shriek. ”Oops, that's a wet 
spot! On my white rug! How did that happen!"

Sally reached over to feel my pants. ”Oh dear, Jamie's leaking again. 
These new rubber pants are just huge on him. I hope he didn't ruin your 
rug!"

Mom glared at me, "You can't keep that outfit clean for two seconds, 
can you? Good thing I brought along your diaper bag" She turned to the 
photographer, "I'm really sorry about your rug. Do you mind if we 
change him right here? I don't want the stroller to get all wet too.”

The photo lady looked at my wet pants in disbelief. ”I guess that would 
be okay. I'll just finish processing your order.”

Mom handed Sally my Winnie-the-Pooh bag. ”We'd better take off his 
sailor suit," she muttered, "At least now we have some photos of him in 
it.”

Sally undid the damp crotch snaps, slipped the stupid playsuit off over 
my head, and made me lie right down on the floor - naked except for my 
saggy, soaked diapers. Then she pulled my plastic pants down to my 
knees and quickly replaced the wet layers with fresh, fluffy dry ones. 
She pinned the diapers round my hips, pulled my damp plastic pants back 
up, and tugged a snap-shoulder t-shirt over my head. Just then the 
photo lady came back into the studio. Her eyes were still wide with 
amazement, but now she was grinning too, as if she could barely keep 
from bursting out laughing.

'"Excuse me, but I forgot to tell you, you get two extra poses with 
that package of prints. You could come back later, I suppose.”

"No, let's just do them now," Mom said.

Sally was finishing doing up the snaps on the shoulder of my red and 
yellow striped t-shirt. ”I can't find any shorts for him in the bag.”

"I didn't put any in," replied Mom, "It doesn't matter, he'll be fine 
just in his diapers. You don't mind do you?" she asked the photo lady 
with a smile.

"Oh, no, he looks really cute. I take a lot of pictures of the littler 
kids dressed just like that. And you did say you wanted a real baby-
style picture. Maybe Jamie could be playing with some of these toys. 
How about that?" She emptied a box of Fisher-Price stuff out on the 
floor.”Now, smile for Teddy!" The photo lady wiggled her hand puppet 
again. I made a face. She made the same face right back at me, and this 
time I couldn't help laughing. The flash clicked. ”Now just one more. 
Who's Mommy's little pumpkin?" I blushed and grinned in acute 
embarrassment. Flash! Click! "These are going to be just darling!" she 
exclaimed. You've got to print these! You can enter them in our 
"America's Baby" Contest. It's nationwide, and they give out tons of 
prizes. I bet you'd win something!"

At the thought of these photos showing up in a national magazine I 
cried, "Mommm! I don't want everyone seeing pictures of me like this!"

"Oh, is it 'I don't wanna' again? Sally, where's his binky? That'll 
give him something to chew on. Yes, I think we'll take prints of both 
poses. And tell me about the contest.”

Sally stuffed the pacifier in my mouth. I spat it out on the floor.

"Mom, Stop! This is totally embarrassing!"

"Oh don't say that. You look really adorable," said the photo lady 
soothingly, "It's a great idea for a costume. And I'm still amazed that 
you actually used the diapers!"

"Oh Jamie goes through tons of diapers," confided Sally.” This really 
isn't a costume. A diaper and t-shirt is what he usually wears.”

"Oh really?" the photographer marveled. ”Those are your regular 
clothes?"

It was true. I had been wearing just diapers and a t-shirt for most of 
the summer - at least when I was home. So I nodded, and mumbled, "Yeah 
these are my regular clothes.”

"And remember, Jamie, you said you wanted to wear your "regular 
clothes" to the barbecue," chuckled Mom with a mischievous look. ”Now I 
guess we know what you'll be wearing at your birthday party.”

"Momm! You know what I mean by regular! You know, like my jeans and 
stuff. The stuff I used to wear.”

"Oh, all those ratty old things went away to Goodwill weeks ago. You'll 
have to show us you're a big boy again before I buy you any more big 
boy clothes. In the meantime this is "regular" for you.”

I couldn't help it. I started to cry. The thought of wearing just 
diapers to my own sixteenth birthday party was more than I could stand.

Mom grabbed my wrist and led me over to the stroller. ”He's a little 
tired and cranky," she explained to the photo girl, "Birthdays can get 
too exciting, you know. I think Jamie's going to need a nap.”

Sally buckled the safety straps over my shoulders and clicked the lap 
bar in place. Now I faced the humiliation of being wheeled through the 
mall with my plastic pants exposed to all the world. I kept sobbing.

Mom said, "I was thinking of eating lunch out, Sally, but given the 
state your little brother is in, I think it would be better if we just 
got him a Happy Meal at McDonald's.”

I survived the trip back through the Mall. It had filled up a lot, so 
quite a few lucky shoppers were there to enjoy the sight of the teary 
teenager still in diapers and strapped in his stroller. I got a lot of 
giggles and stares, but we finally made it back to the car. As we drove 
out the parking lot, I started feeling better. I figured I'd survived 
the worst. And the guy at MacDonald's drive-up window gave me a big 
smile and a wave as he filled up my juice bottle.

When we got home, Mom told me I had to take a nap before the party. I 
was too beat and discouraged to protest, so I climbed into my crib and 
actually went to sleep for almost two hours.

"SURPRISE!!!" Mom, Dad, Sally and Jillian, Charlie, Lulu, my three 
cousins, Mike, Gran, Janet and little Brad. and my best friend Jeff. 
All laughing and blowing noisemakers. All crowded around my CRIB! And 
me in it, still just in diapers and plastic pants and my stupid baby-
style t-shirt. I particularly didn't want Jeff to see me like this, but 
what could I do? It was too late.

"Come on, Jamie, come downstairs. It's time for your party!", said 
Jillian, lowering the crib rail and shoving the hateful red t-straps on 
over my white socks.

"Wow, Jamie, this is really wild," Jeff gaped. ”You've got a real 
little kid's room.” He smiled. I felt my panic subsiding a little. Jeff 
was still my friend.

"Yeah," said Mike, "Isn't it cool? You have to see it to believe it!"

Jillian dragged me downstairs before I could even bring up the subject 
of putting on a pair of shorts. When I saw the big table set up in the 
living room I understood why Mom wanted me dressed like I was. And I 
also understood what my "surprise" was going to be. It looked just like 
a toddler's birthday party. There were Winnie the Pooh-theme party 
decorations hung from wall to wall. There were balloons, noisemakers, 
silly kiddy party hats, and a big paper table cloth printed with 
pictures of Piglet and Tigger.

"Jamie just adores Winnie-the-Pooh!" Mom was explaining to Gran.

At the head of the table was my high chair, with a stack of presents in 
juvenile gift wrap, and behind on the wall a string of block letters 
that spelled "HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY". Only someone had cleverly added 
an extra little sign to make it read "HAPPY 2nd SECOND BIRTHDAY".

"I'm not two! I'm sixteen," I wailed.

"Oh really?" grinned Uncle Charlie, "You'd never know it to look at 
you. Maybe sixteen months!" everyone chuckled appreciatively at his 
funny, funny joke.

"Well, come on outside and get some barbecue," said Dad. ”Here, Jamie, 
let me fix you a plate.”

So that's how I ended up celebrating my birthday. Sitting in a 
highchair, wearing a bib that said "Warning: I'm a two year old!", 
which was soon covered in messy barbecue sauce. It actually ended up 
being a pretty good party once I got over the mortification of being 
dressed just in diapers. After all, everyone there except Jeff had 
already seen me dressed like a baby. And Jeff let me know right away 
that it was cool with him, and that he'd still be my friend. He even 
gave me his collection of Lego blocks as a birthday present.

"Wow, Jeff," I said, amazed when I opened the big box. ”How can you 
give me your Legos? I know how into them you are.”

"Mom said I was getting kind of old for them. So I thought maybe I 
could still come over and play with them at your house. At least your 
folks aren't making you get rid of your old toys.”

In fact I got a bunch of great new toys, which was a lot better than my 
last birthday, when all I got was books and sweaters. It seemed like 
people liked giving toddler presents more than teenage ones, because 
they gave me some fun stuff. There were some more silly Brad hand-me-
downs from the Lawson’s, like a crib mobile, and a playpen activity 
set, and a whole box of Rugrats videos from Tim and Josh. Lulu and 
Charlie gave me an huge Tonka fire truck with real flashing lights. I 
got a kiddy-style CD/tape player, a Fisher-Price farm animals kit, and 
a funny mini-golf game. Of course, the presents weren't all great. 
Like, Gran gave me a Thomas the Tank Engine bib, and Dad gave me the 
book "Once upon a Potty". But he made up for that with the best present 
of all - a brand new BMX mountain bike with a card from both him and 
Mom.

"You've got to look in the bike bag! That's from me" yelled Jillian. I 
zipped open the pack under the bicycle seat and pulled out a package of 
Goodnites XL. ”They're pull-ups for you to wear when you start toilet 
training. Like, so you won't have accidents in school. And they're BMX 
style to go with your bike. !" Sure enough, I pulled one of the pull-
ups out of the package and it was printed all over with BMX designs. 
Jillian laughed, "Isn't it amazing! I guess you're not the only one!"

"Yeah, Mike swears by them," sniggered Sally. Mike turned bright red, 
and Jillian gave Sally a nudge and told her to shut up. Meanwhile, my 
cousins Tim and Jeff were looking at Mike and cracking up. What was 
this thing with Mike wearing Goodnites? I'd have to get to the bottom 
of that one.

After I'd opened all the presents, Mom made me get back up in my 
highchair for the cake. Then Julie handed me a big soft package that 
she'd wrapped up in one of my nursery print pillowcases. It was a brand 
new diaper bag - a fancy red one from Land's End with "Jamie" 
embroidered on it. It was a lot nicer and a lot more discreet than the 
dumb Winnie-the-Pooh one.

"I don't know how much longer you'll be needing a diaper bag, Jamie. 
But since I'm supposed to babysit you for the rest of the summer, I 
though a new one would be useful for a little while at least," Julie 
gave me the sweetest smile.

"It's great," I smiled back. And she leaned over and gave me a kiss.

"My little cutie-pie," she whispered. Something in her look made me 
think that my new diaper bag would see a lot of use.

Then Mom came in with a big white cake iced with a teddy bear holding 
some balloons and the words "Happy Birthday Little Jamie". Everyone 
sang, and I blew out all three candles. Mom tied the new bib from Gran 
around my neck.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!"

I closed my eyes, and thought. I thought about how I felt really happy 
right this moment. how everyone was being super nice to me. and how 
wearing diapers really was "regular" for me now. Did I even want to go 
back to normal, and be "potty trained" all over again. Had that even 
really worked the first time round? I mean, although the baby treatment 
was still pretty embarrassing at times, I was getting kind of used to 
it, and now with all my family and friends in the know, and with Julie 
for a baby sitter. The laughing voices sounded kind of far away. I 
closed my eyes tighter. I made my wish.

"What did you wish?"

"He can't say, silly. But look, he's smiling.”

My eyes still closed, I could feel the warm wetness spreading 
helplessly between my legs.

Chapter Twelve If you're treated like a baby.

So Mom's fourteen day "toilet learning" intensive at the end of August 
turned out to be sort of a bust. from her point of view, at least. 
Honestly, I did play along while she and Janet took turns riding herd 
on me and Brad to "go potty" every fifteen minutes. They even canceled 
the Tidee-Didee delivery and bought us both nice new packs of Fruit of 
the Looms.

When I thought about it, I certainly didn't want to go back to school 
still wetting my pants, but when I wasn't thinking about it. well. . 
after two solid months in diapers, it turned out it was hard to keep 
dry. I'd sit on the toilet for an hour, and nothing would happen. Five 
minutes later I'd be outside playing and wet my pants. As for nights, 
the "dry bed" star chart taped on the fridge remained blank and star-
free for the whole two weeks. The first couple of days, Mom made me 
wash my wet bedsheets and playclothes, but after she saw that I was 
getting nowhere, she gave in and let me start wearing those extra large 
BMX Goodnites to bed. They were kind of leaky, but they were better 
than nothing.

I was still going to Kiddiecare every weekday morning. Mom had tried to 
get them on board with the program, but Danielle said that her policy 
was "Toilet Training begins at home" and that she just didn't have time 
do extra stuff for Brad and me when she had all the other kids to take 
care of. So as a compromise the two of us were supposed to wear pull-
ups at daycare - Brad's were the cute Huggies 5T ones with sesame 
street prints, and I wore my new Goodnites. I was going through a lot 
of Goodnites, and they tended to leak, but Danielle was cool with it 
until one morning during circle when I happened to poop in them. It was 
a horrible mess, and after that Danielle insisted I go back to wearing 
proper disposable diapers for daycare.

Meanwhile Brad was zooming along with the toilet training program. 
After his first dry week Janet bought him Spiderman Underoos as a 
prize. Just a few days after I got put back in daytime diapers, 
Danielle gave Brad the okay to graduate out of pull-ups. He even 
started drying up at night. And of course Brad hadn't had any poop 
accidents since the beginning of the summer.

It was a Friday afternoon in early September, and it was still really 
warm out. Janet had driven Brad and me home from daycare. She came in 
to have a cup of coffee with Mom. Brad and I were going to have a snack 
and watch some cartoons. But first I was supposed to change out of my 
diapers. Mom insisted that I put on my "big boy" briefs as soon as I 
got home. As we walked in the kitchen, Mom was folding a stack of wash, 
with some of my new underpants right on top.

"Oh Jamie, honestly. take those filthy overalls off right now so I can 
stick them in the wash. I don't know how you can get your clothes in 
such a state.”

We'd been playing tag and having fun sliding on the grass at the 
playground, so I guess I was pretty grimy. I dutifully unbuckled my red 
OshKosh shortalls and handed them over to Mom. Even though Janet had 
probably seen me just in diapers more often that not that summer, she 
still chuckled a little at the sight of me standing there in a sagging 
disposable and a t-shirt.

Mom handed me a pair of white briefs, and said, "Here, put these on. 
Just dump your wet diaper outside in the trash.”

I blushed, and mumbled, "I kind of need to go upstairs first.”

"Whatever for? Don't tell me you've gotten shy about changing your 
pants in front of Janet? Or are you just waiting for me to do it for 
you?"

"No, Mom, it's just that I. had a. accident

Brad laughed, "Yeah, Jamie went potty on the way home in the car. He 
made really funny faces too"

Janet laughed too, "I thought I smelled something nasty. Now I know 
what you two were snickering about in the back seat. Hilarious.”

I giggled, embarrassed.

Then Mom got furious, "So, Jamie, dirty diapers are a big joke for you! 
Here I am knocking myself out trying to get you potty-trained so you 
can go back school next week like a normal teenager, and meanwhile 
you're making funny faces, and messing your pants, and enjoying a BIG 
JOKE at my expense. Well the joke's on you, kiddo. You're going to look 
pretty funny getting on that bus to high school wearing diapers.”

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just had to go all of a sudden. Honest. I'm really 
trying. . just let me go take a shower... uh... unless you're gonna 
help me clean up.”

"Help you clean up? I've spent the morning bleaching your brand new 
underpants because of all your fun ‘accidents’. As far as I'm concerned 
you can stay in your dirty diaper all weekend. Forget putting it in the 
trash, it's these new underpants that are going in there! 
Congratulations, young man. You have now officially flunked toilet 
training!”

"It wasn't on purpose, Mom, I swear. I just can't help it anymore," I 
started crying. ”I really had to go. I didn't think about it. When Brad 
noticed. I made a joke about it. I'm sorry, Mom. I don't want to wear 
diapers to high school. Couldn't I just wear Goodnites like you were 
saying? I'll take care of them myself, I promise.” I wiped the tears 
away on my sleeve.

Mom looked grim. ”No, you've had your chance, Jamie, it's all decided. 
I tried, and I failed, and now I give up. You're the one who wanted to 
wear diapers, anyway. Now quit wailing! I swear, you're worse than an 
actual toddler.”

Janet said, "Come on, Alice, give him another break. Why don't you get 
Dr. Mason to check him out? I mean, it's Dr. Mason's training program 
and he totally guarantees it. If it's not working for Jamie, maybe 
there's a real problem.”

Mom looked thoughtful. ”Mason isn't Jamie's regular doctor. It would 
probably take weeks to get an appointment"

"As a matter of fact, Brad has an appointment tomorrow that was 
supposed to be a follow-up, but since he's doing so well, and Jamie's 
not. Well, I'm sure the doctor will understand. I'll go with you. 
Fred's an old friend. He's seen it all.”

Well, Dr. Mason hadn't actually seen a sixteen year old in full-time 
diapers before, and I don't think anyone else at Suburban Pediatric had 
either. But they seemed to take it in stride. Janet and Mom picked up 
Brad and me at Kiddiecare the next day, and then took us right over to 
the doctor's office. The place was definitely geared for little kids, 
with cute murals on the walls and tons of toys strewn around the 
carpeted waiting room. Brad and I naturally gravitated to the toy cars 
on the floor and started lining up a race. Mom had brought along some 
cookies for our snack, and when I asked for something to drink, she 
handed me a sippy-cup of apple juice from my diaper bag. So when the 
nurse walked in, I was playing on the floor, sucking away on a Baby 
Elmo sippy-cup, with a couple inches of disposable diaper sticking 
above the back of my shorts. Mom had been about to put me in one of my 
snap crotch playsuits, that morning, but then she figured that I should 
look more "grown-up" for the doctor. But by this point her idea of 
"grown-up" for me meant toddler-style elastic-waist red cotton shorts 
and a snap-shoulder t-shirt. The nurse gave us a quizzical look.

"Is this the child who is taking Brad's appointment? Because the doctor 
is ready to see you now.” She gave me a tentative smile. I stood up. I 
was taller than she was. ”My! What a big boy! Come this way, honey.” 
Mom trailed after me, carrying the diaper bag.

Dr. Mason was a large friendly man with a beard. He gave me a big smile 
and a pat on the back as I walked into the exam room.

"So, you're Jamie! Janet's told me a lot about you. She said that you 
and Brad have been doing the "toilet learning" program together. It's 
worked for lots of older kids. How's it been going for you?"

"Not so great," I mumbled, blushing.

"Jamie's getting nowhere, Doctor," said Mom.

"Well, that's too bad. Now, tell me a little about how this started. . 
Janet said you have been having some regression issues.”

Mom cut in, "Jamie has had this fixation about diapers for years now. 
We've even been to a psychologist who finally recommended just letting 
him wear them. So when Jamie started sneaking Brad's diapers while he 
was babysitting this summer, we put him back in diapers full-time as a 
consequence.”

Dr. Mason gave Mom a look, "You thought the experience of being in 
diapers all the time might cure him of these desires?"

"Well, we had to do something. This diaper thing has been going on way 
too long, and I figured we would let him get it out of his system for 
once and for all. But now we can't get seem to get him out of them.”

Dr. Mason smiled, "A logical consequence for an unusual behavior. but 
one which may have produced some unintended consequences for you.”

The doctor made me pull down my shorts, and then helped me untape my 
diaper.

"I see you're wet, Jamie. When did that happen?

"I don't know. They changed me at daycare right after snack. Actually. 
I've kind of stopped noticing when I have to go.” The Doctor asked me a 
lot of other questions. He seemed particularly concerned to hear that I 
was having poop accidents too. He took my pulse and gave my balls a 
squeeze and asked me to cough.

He turned to Mom, "Mrs. Taylor, the "Toilet Learning" program relies on 
the child being ready to learn. For the program to be successful, the 
child must first be aware when he needs to eliminate. Jamie seems to 
have lost this awareness. This is probably a result of your decision to 
put him back in diapers, which is why I generally don't recommend this 
sort of approach. But now that the damage is done.”

Mom looked upset, "There's got to be something that we can do.”

The Doctor smiled pleasantly, "Well, There are some medications, but 
they're not something I really believe in. If Jamie's chronological age 
were closer to his functioning "developmental age" - that is about two 
or three years old - I would just say that he was just not ready for 
toilet learning and leave it at that. Of course you might go back to 
your therapist, and try to undo the effects of what has basically been 
a mild psychological trauma for him. but that will be expensive and it 
could take a while. I'll order some tests. They should be back Friday. 
My secretary will give you an appointment.”

Dr. Mason shook Mom's hand and gave me a high-five and walked out.

Then the nurse came in and pricked my arm for a blood sample and had me 
pee in a little cup. She smiled sympathetically at mom, "Do you have a 
change for your boy? We keep spare ones here for the littler kids, but 
I don't think we have anything his size.”

Mom looked irritated as she pulled a fresh disposable from my diaper 
bag. The nurse gently taped it on me and helped pull up my shorts.

A couple of days later Mom took me back to Suburban Pediatrics. She 
hadn't thought to put "big boy" clothes on me that morning, so I was 
dressed in my regular OshKosh shortalls, the ones with the stripes and 
the Thomas the Tank Engine patches. This time Mom went in alone to talk 
to the doctor, leaving me in the empty waiting room. They were in a 
long time, and I got kind of bored playing on the floor with the blocks 
and stuff. We'd had tacos for lunch at daycare, and I'd eaten at least 
three of them, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when what I 
thought was just going to be a little fart suddenly turned into a big 
load in my pants. At least I was wearing a disposable, but I could tell 
that it was a nasty mess. I must have reeked pretty bad too because Mom 
wrinkled up her nose when she stepped out into the waiting room.

"Oh, Jamie, you didn't. . Oh, just look at you! Who would believe it?" 
I was sitting on the rug surrounded by the remains of what had been a 
pretty cool block castle until I got tired of it, with my smelly 
disposables peeking out the legs of my Thomas the Tank Engine 
shortalls. I gave Mom an embarrassed smile, but she just glared at me 
and shook her head. ”Well, come on, the doctor wants to talk to you.” 
She grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the floor and through the door 
into Dr. Mason's office.

"Well, Doctor, I'd love it if you would tell "Mr. Stinky Pants" here 
what you just told me. Just look at him. can you believe that he's 
actually sixteen?

Dr. Mason chuckled, "The snap crotch overalls do seem rather 
appropriate under the circumstances.” He beamed at me, "Now, Jamie, all 
the tests came back negative, as I rather expected that they would. 
That doesn't entirely rule out a physical cause for your toileting 
regression, but we would have to do an MRI. and in the absence of any 
physical trauma. Essentially, what I'm saying is that your problem is 
almost certainly psychological in nature. Which is not to say that it's 
not real, but it does mean that you first have to want to control it 
yourself. .”

Mom interrupted, "Well, he obviously doesn't, since he just filled his 
pants out in your waiting room.” She gave me a scornful look. ”Jamie is 
starting high school next week! He can't go on like this.”

The doctor replied, "The school does make accommodations for special 
needs. If you like, I can write a note indicating that this is a 
problem that we are working on. A little peer pressure might act as an 
encouragement too. In any case you have two options - the 
psychologist.”

Mom interrupted again, "I'm not going back to that man. It was his 
advice that landed us in this situation in the first place!"

Dr. Mason continued, "Or you can wait until Jamie exhibits some of the 
readiness signs outlined in my program. Frankly, I think a lot of 
parents lose perspective when it's an older child who is unready to 
train. Time is still the best answer even in these cases. Sooner or 
later Jamie will demonstrate that he's ready to act in a more mature 
way.”

"So you're saying he should stay in diapers, Doctor?"

"That is your decision, but as a practical matter.” The doctor sniffed 
and smiled a little, "He is exhibiting very little control of his 
functions, so it would be unrealistic to expect him to manage without 
some form of protection. I recommend that you make another appointment 
in three or four months, continue monitoring him for the "Toilet 
Readiness" signs, and then we'll see how he's coming along.”

"Three or four months!"

"It could be longer. Mrs. Taylor, this is an unusual case. I've seen 
several instances of other children wishing to return to diapers. 
sometimes jealousy toward a new sibling. sometimes because of feeling 
overwhelmed by adult pressures. This is harmless and temporary, and 
like your psychologist, I recommend that parents take an accepting 
attitude. Don't worry. he'll be ready to train sooner or later. For now 
you'll just have to wait it out. Jamie, you're a lucky boy to have such 
an understanding family.”

The doctor smiled and gave me a crinkly pat on my poopy padded butt. 
”By the way, Mrs. Taylor, would you like to help Jamie change? You can 
use one of the examination rooms.”

"I'll take care of him at home, doctor. As far as I'm concerned, he can 
just stew in his own juice for a while.”

The doctor raised his eyebrows, "I did notice some signs of rash on 
your last visit. You really shouldn't let that go too far. It can be 
quite dangerous.”

"Have a good day, Doctor," Mom grabbed my wrist again and steamed out 
of the Doctor's office. My wet, dirty diaper and burning butt made it 
hard to walk and I had to sort of skip to keep up with her. The nurse 
and the receptionist gave me a big grin as I hopped down the steps. my 
legs wide apart just like any other toddler with a case of diaper rash.

Home again, Sally took pity on me and cleaned me up. She set me up in 
the playpen down in the living room, turned on some cartoons and gave 
me a bottle of apple juice. Meanwhile, Mom was commiserating with Janet 
in the kitchen over a cup of coffee and going through the mail.

"Julie said that she wouldn't mind coming over three or four times a 
week to deal with him, and my girls have been great, but frankly, he's 
still too much work. And who knows how the school is going to cope with 
him. Look, here's another thing from Tidee-Didee. I suppose I'll have 
to call them again. I'm almost out of disposables for him as it is.”

"Pete's coming by tomorrow morning to pick up Brad's leftover stuff. 
I'll send him over again. I'm sure he'll be glad to know that he still 
has one customer on the block.” Janet giggled.

"Brad will be babysitting for Jamie before we're done. .” Mom grumbled, 
"Hey, look at this, Janet. This letter from Tidee-Didee isn't a bill. 
It's some kind of coupon. What is this?"

Mom held up a letter and read, "America's Baby Contest' - special award 
- three months complimentary diaper service. Congratulations from your 
friends at Tidee-Didee!. ” What is this? I don't understand. .”

Janet took the coupon from mom and puzzled over it. Mom pulled the next 
letter from the stack of mail and said, "And look! Here's a letter 
marked 'America's Baby Contest'. 'Prizes inside'? Why are they sending 
me this?" Mom read through the letter. ”I don't believe it! Oh, Janet," 
she exclaimed, " Oh, this is so wild. it seems that the Sears 
photographer entered one of Jamie's birthday pictures in this contest, 
and they actually liked it. Would you listen to this!"

"Dear Mrs. Taylor:

America's Baby is pleased to inform you that your son Jamie's photo 
portrait was selected for a Special Category award in our September 
baby picture competition! Our judges picked Jamie's portrait from 
thousands of submissions as one of "America's Cutest". Your amazing 
awards package includes discounts and free prizes from our many 
sponsors here at America's Baby magazine - including Baby's 'R' Us, 
Fisher-Price, Pampers, Evenflo, and Johnson & Johnson. And if you're a 
registered customer with any member of the National Diaper Service 
Association, you may also qualify for additional goods and services. 
Your local vendors have already been notified that you are one of our 
prize winners! Best of all, you'll be receiving a free six month 
subscription to America's Baby!

Watch out for your little Jamie's picture in our next great issue!

Yours truly,

America's Baby - "the magazine of America's Cutest.”

Janet burst out laughing, "That's totally incredible! How can a sixteen 
year old win a baby picture contest!"

Mom was laughing too, "Actually the photos were awfully cute. Didn't I 
show them to you? Sally, go get Jamie's birthday pictures. They're on 
my desk. So. three more months of Tidee-Didee. Why that's free diapers 
right up through Christmas!

Sally brought in the glossy proofs from Sears.

"Oh, these are priceless," Janet said, "The sailor suit is precious, 
but I just love the one of him just in his little striped t-shirt. Look 
at that expression. You can almost see him thinking 'Oops, I just did 
it in my pants!'.”

"As a matter of fact he just had. I think that's the picture she 
entered in the contest. I wonder if they ever had a "special category" 
winner before?

"Well, they've got one now!" Janet laughed. ”Just look at all these 
coupons! So Pete's will be back delivering on Willow Street again!" 
Janet smiled over at me sitting in the playpen. ”Did you hear that, 
Jamie? You're a prize winner! You're America's Cutest! I think you'd 
better just stay in diapers forever.”

"Now, Janet, don't say that. He'll be sick of them by Christmas.” Mom 
gave a wicked little grin. ”Especially once his high school classmates 
see him in the sweet corduroy Oshkosh overalls I got him for back to 
school. they're the cutest shade of Kelly green.”

Janet hooted, "High school! I'd just keep him at KiddieKare!"

"I'd sure like to. but I spoke with the school nurse already. Dr. Mason 
sent them a letter and she said she'll be happy to check Jamie every 
day at recess to see if he needs changing. I did get him excused from 
Phys Ed in the afternoons so he can still be in daycare after school.” 
My heart sank. it didn't sound like I was going to be playing JV soccer 
this fall.

So today was my last day of summer vacation, and I woke up soaking wet 
- even wetter than usual. Jillian remarked, "You are one soaked little 
puppy this morning," as she let down the rail on my crib. ”Breakfast's 
all ready. I'll just have to change you afterward.” She gave me a 
Blue's Clues t-shirt to wear, and I toddled downstairs after her. My 
diapers squished under me as she snapped the tray on my highchair. As 
she handed me a sippy-cup of orange juice, the doorbell rang. Mom 
opened the door, and gave Pete, my friend from the diaper service, a 
big hello.

"Pete! Great to see you back. You're just in time. We've totally run 
out! And I have to get some disposables over to the school this 
afternoon. The nurse said she'd let Jamie keep some in her office.”

"Well, that's nice of her," Pete smiled. ”Hey, Jamie, we were worried 
you were going to dry up and put us out of business!" He winked at me. 
”So, school starts tomorrow!"

Dad looked up from his paper, "I can just see Jamie's report card: 
English A-, Math B+, Toilet Training F.”

Pete gave me a wink, "Oh, Jamie's not the first toilet training dropout 
that graduated from high school. I happen to know there's a few other 
kids there still in diapers. Anyway, folks, it's great to be back on 
the block. Congratulations winning that picture contest, Jamie! We put 
your photo up on the bulletin board in the office. Can't wait to see it 
in the magazine!" I squirmed a little in my high chair at the thought. 
Pete dumped a big stack of cotton diapers on the counter. ”See you next 
week! Stay dry!"

Mom said, "Jillian, would you mind getting Jamie ready for daycare? 
Here's one of the disposables Pete just delivered. You can change him 
right here, and just put the same shortalls on him that he had on 
yesterday. I'll get his diaper bag set up, and then I'll put together 
his supplies for school. And is it okay if you drive him?"

Jillian helped me down from my highchair and made me lie on the sofa by 
the TV. ”Good thing you're just wet, buster, because I'm in a hurry!" 
Expertly, she oiled and powdered my baby-smooth diaper area - and 
tugged the bulky disposable up between my legs. She made me stand up, 
pulled my shortalls down over my head, then did up the crotch-snaps, 
and patted me on my crinkly bottom. ”Whose the America's cutest little 
boy? It's time to go to daycare!" And off we went.

So, that's the whole story. my name's Jamie, and I just turned sixteen, 
and I'm the oldest kid here at the KiddieKare Daycare Center by at 
least ten years. But KiddieKare is where I've been spending my mornings 
this summer, and things could be worse. a lot worse. Frankly, I'd 
rather be hanging out at daycare than modeling my new snap-crotch 
corduroy overalls on the bus to High School tomorrow. Because even if I 
am the only sixteen year old here, I'm pretty sure this is where I 
belong, and you know, it's what I always wanted.

Like Dad said, "If you act like a baby, you'll be treated like a baby!"
And if you're treated like a baby?. Well how would you act?