So Embarrassed Summary: this happened when I was 13 thinking I was growing up pretty fast and had a crush on a girl that was older 16. Boy did I find out quickly how wrong I was. It was the start of the summer and already I was in trouble. I broke my arm and broke four fingers on my other hand, leaving me pretty helpless. My single mom had to leave town on a business trip, and being that I was pretty much helpless, she knew I needed a babysitter. She was 16 and wow, so pretty-- long, black hair, very thin, just developing-- I had such a crush on her. My mom, thinking she lived next door, would make the perfect babysitter for me. Wow, I was so embarrassed. I was not a normal-sized boy of 13. I was very small for my age, not quite five feet tall and about 65 pounds. She came over to get final orders from my mom. I was so nervous I had forgot about my bedwetting and still having to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants, but I was hoping my mom would forget to tell her. Mom left and Mary greeted me with a smile. �David, I bet you�re hungry; lets get you fed, okay?� She fixed dinner. she pulled a chair up close to me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a very cute skirt. I found it very hard to not look at her. She smiled as she cut my food up. She put a bib around me and she was so close to me as she tied the bib on. I protested, saying it was a baby bib, but she just giggled, saying �I don�t want you to get your cute t-shirt all messy.� She started to feed me. I felt so embarrassed as she put the food in my mouth, making a mess around my mouth. I thought to myself I wish I could feed myself. She kidded me, saying I was being such a good baby, tapping my baby bib with the spoon saying, �how cute.� I said, �But, but Mary, I am almost 14.� She giggled, putting more food in my mouth. She smiled and said, �After this, David, I�ll get you all cleaned up and get you ready for bed. That way we can watch some movies.� �But, but I can get myself ready.� She said, �Oh?� looking at me, flicking her long, hair back. Her eyes went right through me. She asked, �Can you work a diaper pin? I don�t think you can with your broken arm, David.� I was crushed. �But Mary, I don�t wear diapers anymore.� She smiled, cleaning my face up and taking my baby bib off. �Shhhhhh, it�s okay, I understand.� She took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I watched the skirt as it played across her legs as she walked and how soft her nylons seemed. I really couldn�t believe this was happening. I mean, the hottest girl in school, and she sees me as a baby now. She opened my door. My bedroom is huge. My mom used to run a day care and this was part of the nursery, so it still had two baby cribs way in the back. Mary pushed her long hair back, looked around and smiled. �Let�s get your diaper on, David.� Just then the phone rang. It was my mom and something had come up. I could tell by the way Mary was talking. Mary said, �Sure, I can babysit him for the rest of the week, and thanks for clearing it with my mom first... yes its no problem, I�ll sleep in David�s bed and I�ll fix one of the cribs up for him... I know, he�s so tiny, he will fit perfect.� She walked over to my dresser and started pulling diaper supplies out, smiling at me as she did so. �Don�t worry, David, it�s our secret. I won�t tell anyone, but you will have to be a good baby for me, okay?� She walked over to the baby cribs to inspect them pulling one over, so it was very close to my bed. She put the bars down and went over to the closet and got the nursery sheets and started to make the bed. I watched her as she bent over, her skirt hiking up; she was so pretty. As she was making the bed she told me she had a date that night and that she was going to have another girl come over to babysit me. I was upset about this. I asked her who the boy was and she told me. No, I thought he�s the boy in my class she�s going out with, the one that looks so much older-- nooo! She smoothed the sheets out and told me to hop up, that she wanted to get my diapers on before the other girl came over. I wanted to cry. She saw this and hugged me, saying, �It�s okay, David. Lots of boys still need diapers, it�s okay.� I begged her, �Please, can I just stay in my boy underwear?� as I watched her fold the thick diapers. She playfully pushed me down. Now I was laying in a real baby bed. She smiled as she took my shoes off me. �David, I can�t believe you still fit a baby bed, that�s so cute!� I turned so red as she pulled my socks off. She started to undo my jeans. She said, �It�s okay. Now, I have put lots of diapers on baby boys.� �But Mary, I am not a baby!� �Shhhhh,� she said. �It�s okay,� as she slid my jeans off. I hid my face as she smiled at me. I was so embarrassed. She had me sit up as she took my t-shirt off, carefully not hurting my broken arm. She gently laid me back. She gave me a cute pouty-face, saying, �Now, you�re not going to cry, are you?� as she pulled my undies off. I wanted to so badly. �Awww, how cute you are. You still haven�t gone through puberty yet. You have no hair... awwwww, so cute!� I pulled the teddy bear over my face as she put diaper ointment on me. I could feel her hands rub over me, gently lifting me up and sliding the thick diapers under me. I wanted to cry as she put diaper ointment on my bottom. pulling the diapers up and pinning them. Just then I heard a voice. I knew it was at my bedroom door. �I got over here as soon as I could.� Noooo! It was the girl in my class that sits across from me! �Oh, how cute!� she said as she saw me in my baby bed wearing the thick diapers. �Oh wow, I had no idea that he was still in diapers.� Mary said, �Can you finish up here? I need to get ready for my date with John. His baby pants are over in his dresser.� Her name was Amy and she was also a very pretty girl. She had medium blond hair and had just started wearing a bra. I overheard her talking to her friends one day. My face was still buried in the teddy bear, not wanting to look at Amy. She took a long time picking out a pair of plastic pants and socks and a short t-shirt to match. She came over to the crib. �David, are you going to look at me and show me your cute face? Please? Pretty please?� I took a quick peek. She was so pretty. She was wearing a cute pleated skirt, dark nylons and a very tight white top. She was holding my baby clothes. �Let�s get you dressed, baby, okay?� She put the plastic pants and t-shirt down on the crib and kind of pulled me over to the edge. �Wow, such cute diaper pins!� She picked the baby pants up and put my feet through them and gently slid them up over my bulky diapers, my face still buried in the teddy bear. I was thinking, wow, she sits next to me in class. She carefully adjusted the baby pants, tucking the diapers in then she put the matching socks on. In the meantime, Mary was out of her jeans. She had a short slip on and was putting her nylons on as she watched Amy dress me. With a playful tug, Amy took my teddy bear away and sat me up in the baby bed. I looked at Mary. She was brushing her long hair, sitting there in front of the mirror with just a bra and slip on and her shear nylons. I was thinking, this cant be. I am wearing diapers and she is going out on a date with a kid my age. As Amy carefully put my t-shirt on she said, �My, what a cute baby you are!� I blushed as my head was even with her chest. As she worked the t-shirt over my arms I protested, �But Amy, I am older then you; how can I be a baby?� She giggled. She gave me such a cute smile and said, �Look at yourself.� Then she hugged me, burying my face into her chest. Mary gave me a quick glance and smiled as Amy helped me out of the baby bed and took my hand and led me out of the room, saying, �Let�s let Mary get ready for her date.� Soon, Mary came in. Wow, she was so hot! She was wearing a little mini skirt and a very cute tight top. She kissed me and said, �Now you will be a good baby for Amy or I�ll tell John all about you, okay?� Her hair was falling around me, her top falling away from her chest. I had a full view of her bra-- wow! She looked at Amy and said, �You know where his diapers are, and don�t let him drink in here or just use a baby bottle, okay?� I could not believe I was now alone with a girl younger then me. I was kind of scared. She got up and said, �Let�s fix you a bottle, David.� I was too shocked to say anything. As she got up her skirt kind of flung up and I could see her panties under her nylons. It almost seemed like she didn�t care, like she saw me as a real baby. I blushed at the thought. �You�re so cute,� she said as she hopped down next to me, holding the baby bottle. �Now, you are going to be a good baby. Remember what Mary said, okay?� She kind of helped me lean over so I was now across her chest with a little pillow under my head to raise my head up. She smiled and said, �Awww, it�s time to feed you, David.� She lowered the nipple into my mouth and I began to suck on the nipple. �Awwww,� she cooed. �So cute, so cute!� Her soft, young voice talking baby talk to me now got my face so red with embarrassment. As I watched her painted fingernails tap the baby bottle she held it for me. I think she knew the look on my face, the look when you are trapped. She has younger brothers and knows this look. She knew I needed to use the bathroom. She had this wild look on her face as she removed the bottle. �David, do you need to wet your diapers?� My face was so red. She put the bottle down, readjusting me now so now I was facing her. She said, �Come here, baby. I�ll hold you; it�s okay.� I fell into her arms as she held me ,talking baby-talk to me. Soon I felt myself let go and my diaper was being soaked. I hugged her so tightly she knew right then I wet my diapers. �David, did you wet your diapers?� I hugged her tightly, not wanting to see her pretty face, the one that I�ll be sitting next to in school. �David, look at me... it�s okay... that�s what babies do. That�s why you�re wearing a diaper. It�s okay.� I looked down. I saw her little skirt all bunched up, and her white slip was also showing. I looked at the contrast of her nylons against my yellow baby pants and I felt so much like a baby. Her soft voice cut the silence. �David, it�s okay to cry. You have been the perfect baby for me and its okay.� I started to cry. Soon after I started to cry she gently inserted the baby bottle back into my mouth as she held me. �Let�s stand up. We need to get a fresh diaper on you, okay?� She took my hand and led me back into my room where she carefully slid the baby bed bars down and helped me into the baby crib in which I fit perfectly. She turned to get the fresh diaper supplies. I could tell she was very excited by the way she kind of ran over to the supplies. She gently put a pacifier in my mouth as she put a changing pad under me. Then, slowly she removed my plastic baby pants. �My, my, you�re a wet baby.� She started undoing my diaper pins and then removed my diapers. My face so red. �Awww, you�re just like a baby down there. Also, don�t worry. Soon you will be developing. Baby boys grow up so fast anyway.� As she put fresh diapers under me they felt so nice. She put baby powder all over me and pinned the diapers on. Then she put a fresh pair of blue baby pants over the diapers. �All done! Such a good baby!� She gently pulled the baby bed bars up and gave me a new baby bottle and pulled a chair up, her arm going through the bars, holding the baby bottle. As I sucked the nipple I stared at her great legs. �Do you think I am pretty, baby?� she asked. I nodded �yes�. �Awww, well, someday when you become a big boy I might just let you take me out, okay?� I blushed. Just then Mary came home. Amy kissed me on the cheek, telling me �Good night� and she will be over in the morning. Mary got ready for bed and kissed me and turned out the lights. In the morning I was ready to get out of bed and start the day as an almost 14-year-old boy, being I only wore diapers at night, but soon Mary woke up, smiled at me, lowered the baby bed bars and started to remove my diapers. I was puzzled as she walked back to me carrying fresh diapers. �Ummm ummm, Mary? Mary, I don�t need diapers during the day.� She ignored me as she went through the diapering process. Soon I was in fresh diapers and Amy came in. �Breakfast is ready, baby.� She helped me out. �But, but Amy, I don�t need diapers during the day.� �Shhhhh, it�s okay. We have decided it�s easier on all of us this way, being we have to help you use the bathroom.� �Bu,t but...� �Shhhhh. Let me feed you. baby.� The End