To Whom it May Concern

Summary: Young boy gets what he wished for a wouldn't want it any other 
way.

To whom it may concern:

I am writing you this letter because I am currently at home and don't 
know what to do.

This is going to sound really strange but I have to tell somebody about 
it. I don't think I need anyone's help but I just wanted to share what 
is happening to me so other kids my age can feel as good as I do.

When I was 10 yrs old I was at home one day eating dinner and I wet my 
pants. I suppose I just wasn't thinking about it at the time because I 
was hungry. Mum treated it like any other accident and I was told to 
change my pants.

I think it was from that moment on that I enjoyed the feeling of 
wetting myself and getting the extra attention for my parents. Mum came 
upstairs and helped me change my pants and I rushed back downstairs to 
finish dinner. Nothing was said to me but after dinner I couldn't get 
the idea out of my head about how good it felt to wet myself. I went to 
bed that night and went to sleep thinking about wetting myself again. I 
woke up in the early hours of the morning and need to go pee 
desperately but then I thought just do it in the bed and then in one 
second my pee came out everywhere. It was nice and warm but a bit 
smelly. I went back to sleep soaked in my own pee. Mum came in early 
and woke me up to find everything wet. I looked down and I did make a 
big mess, Mum looked at me and told me to get in the shower and get 
ready for school while she cleaned up my mess. I had a big smile on my 
face on my way to the shower and thought what a great night. After 
shower I had breakfast and mum told me that if I keep having accidents 
and not telling any one or doing anything about it I would be treated 
like a baby. If I was to have accidents and tell them straight away I 
could wear training pants. I told mum it wouldn't happen again and I 
was sorry. On my way to school I couldn't stop thinking about diapers 
or training pants.

On the way home I was thinking about wearing a diaper and being treated 
like an infant and how comforting and nice it would feel. But training 
pants I could wet and not have to worry about other kids as much and 
could change them myself. But the thought of wearing a diaper was just 
so nice in my head. I looked down suddenly and I had wet the front of 
my grey school shorts and my socks where even wet. I sat down a block 
from my house and I knew I had to make a decision on if I wanted 
diapers or training pants or underpants. I knew I loved the feeling of 
wetting myself; but diapers, that's a whole different thing.

I knew I didn't want training pants because I knew they where training 
pants so I wouldn't have them for long and the idea of diapers and 
being treated like a baby again sounded interesting. I decided diapers 
it would be. I thought now I've just got to wet a lot and not notice it 
or tell mum. I walked in the front door with my wet pants and ran 
upstairs and got changed.

I said hello to mum and she was surprised I was changed already. I sat 
down and played my X-Box for a while and needed to pee again so I did 
it right on the carpet and soaked everything. About 10 minutes mum came 
into the room and looked at me with a huge wet patch around me. She 
told me to stop laying there and go get changed she walked up with me 
to my room and got another pair of pants for me to change into and put 
my wet pants in my hamper. She then saw my wet school pants and she 
asked why I was wetting so much. I said, "I don't know, mum" with a 
smirk on my face.

She said, "Will, if you keep having accidents and don't realise it, 
you're going back in diapers. You have one more day and if you have any 
more accidents that will be it will be back to diapers and being 
treated like a baby."

I smiled and had a head rush of all the great things that I could get 
tomorrow. Mum then looked at me and said, "You're smiling. You want to 
be treated like a baby again, don't you?" I said, "no mum," but I 
should have said yes, silly me. After dinner I went to bed and had 
sweet dreams about being treated like a baby again. I wondered why I 
had these feelings, but I thought being treated like a baby is a nice 
idea and won't hurt me. I woke up again in the early hours of the 
morning and decided while I was still sleepy I should wet my bed again. 
It was only when mum woke me up for school and looked at my wet bed and 
said when I was at school today she would get everything she would need 
for my new life. I realised then I had wet the bed in the early morning 
but forgot that it was the final straw for my mother. I went to school 
that day and I my mind couldn't think straight because I was only a few 
hours away from being diapered. My teacher even asked if I was all 
right because my eyes where wondering.

On my way home from school I was almost around the corner when I needed 
to pee I thought why not do it my pants for one last time. I wet myself 
again and down to my socks. It was Friday so I knew I had all weekend 
to play with my diapers. I got home with mum looking at my wet pants 
and said, "Are you okay, baby?" I smiled and said, "I am okay." It 
happened on the way back from school and not at school.

Mum said for me to come into the kitchen and sit down. She gave me some 
medicine to take and I took it with some water. Mum sat down next to me 
and said the medicine I just took will make me pee all the time and poo 
as well. It would also make me talk funny like a toddler does. It will 
also make my body a little bit smaller and stop me from growing. I 
didn't think much about it.

Mum said I was going to be treated like a 2 year old all the time and 
there was no way out of it. I smiled and she said it was nice to see I 
wanted to be treated that way. She picked me up and placed me on her 
hip and carried me to my bedroom, but when the door opened and there 
was my room everything had changed. There was a nice wooden crib with a 
top and Pooh bear all over the walls and a change table and diapers 
under the table. Mum placed me on the change table. She took off my 
school clothes and left me naked on the change table with the strap 
over my waist while she got my diaper and some clothes for me to wear. 
She got a Huggies wipe and cleaned my areas. She then got a diaper and 
placed it under my bottom and got some baby powder and shook a little 
bit on me. Mum got the front of the diaper and pulled it over my front 
and it did the tapes up tight. I looked down to see it going right up 
over my waist and over my stomach. It was a Pampers size 6 and was a 
plastic type and was really nice and thick. I couldn't put my legs 
together because of the huge amount of diaper between my legs. Mum 
smiled at me and told me I looked really cute.

She then got some clear plastic pants and pulled them up my legs and 
over the diaper. They were nice. I could still see my diaper and they 
were very puffy. I was in heaven looking up at the ceiling when mum did 
a raspberry on my tummy and made me laugh a lot. She then pulled a 
shirt over me and it had Bob the Builder pictures all over it. It was 
then mum pulled the shirt tight and joined it together at the bottom 
and that made my diaper tighter. Mum pulled some shortalls up my legs 
and did the straps up through my shirt so they wouldn't fall down to 
one side. I looked down and could see the snaps on my shortalls. I 
looked really cute, just like a little two year old. Mum put some Bob 
socks on me and some Bob the Builder slip-on sneakers the style for 
little boys who didn't know how to tie their own shoes. Mum then placed 
a Bob the Builder bib around my neck and attached a pacifier to it with 
a clip and placed it into my mouth.

I was in heaven I couldn't believe I had just been changed from a big 
schoolboy to a little toddler. Mum said, "now, baby go outside and 
play, but I want you home before dark." I had to think about it for a 
little while because I knew this was my new life as a toddler, but to 
go out and show my friends and everybody with my little boy clothes on 
and diaper showing through the snaps in my shortalls. There was no way 
to hide the fact I was a little toddler. And not to mention the fact 
every time I moved you could hear the plastic crinkle from my thick 
diaper. Mum gave me a big cuddle and said, "darling, your friends will 
always like you if they are your true friends and the fact that you are 
now treated and look like a two year old is a good thing." It made me 
happy to know that mum was right and I started to waddle to the local 
park. When my friends saw me with my shortalls and bib and pacifier 
attached they all came over and couldn't believe that I was so lucky to 
be looking like a toddler.

I sat down next to the sand pit and a few of my friends joined me in 
playing but when they sat down they could see my plastic pants sticking 
out of my shortalls and could plainly see that I was wearing a thick 
baby diaper. One of the boys touched my shortalls and wanted to see the 
diaper. I think he couldn't believe I was wearing one. He undid a few 
snaps and touched the plastic pants to feel my diaper. He smiled and 
said wow, and then helped me do the snaps back up. I noticed it was 
getting dark and didn't think much of it but soon my friends said 
goodbye and it was dark already and I left to go home, but by the time 
I got home it was really dark. Mum wasn't happy. She gave me a slap on 
the butt but it didn't hurt because of my new thick padding. She said I 
was to be home before dark and not after dark and she will fix the 
problem tomorrow. She said it was dinnertime and to come into the 
kitchen.

I saw in the kitchen a nice new padded Graco high chair. Mum picked me 
up and placed me in the high chair and fastened the straps tight. Mum 
then got some dinner ready while I sat there and looked at my plastic 
pants sticking out of my shortalls still and trying to see if my diaper 
was wet or not, but I couldn't tell. The diaper must really work well 
if I couldn't tell. Mum got some mashed-up dinner and started to feed 
it to me but I couldn't open my mouth all the way for some reason and 
half of it ended up on my face and some on my bib. Mum wiped me down 
and cleaned up the mess from the high chair and around my face. She 
unstrapped the harness and picked me up and placed me in front of the 
television and stuck a baby bottle in my mouth with some milk but it 
wasn't milk. It was baby formula but I liked the taste of it and made 
me settle down a lot.

Soon mum came in and I had finished the bottle of milk and was watching 
TV still. She picked me up and took me to my bedroom and placed me on 
the change mat and took off my clothes and plastic pants. She then 
undid the tapes from my thick Pampers and I looked down to see my poo 
all over my diaper and the diaper was soaked. I said, "mum, I didn't do 
any poo or pee." She said, "that's the new baby pill working."

I smiled while she cleaned me up and placed another Pampers thick 
diaper under me and then to my surprise she got out a fitted cloth 
diaper and pinned it to me and then came my plastic pants. I couldn't 
believe it. I couldn't put my legs together and the two diapers were so 
high I couldn't bend at my waist at all. She told me because I was 
going to be she wanted to make sure I didn't have any leaks. Mum then 
went to the cupboard and got out some pyjamas for me and she slid them 
up my feet when I noticed it was cotton Pooh bear footed pyjamas. With 
snaps up the front, she fitted it to me lovingly and placed a new 
pacifier in my mouth. Mum picked me up and opened the top of my crib 
and placed me inside and kissed me good night and locked the top. I 
sucked on my pacifier and kept feeling my diaper to see if it was wet 
or not and I loved the way it felt. I soon fell asleep.

I was woken up to mum picking me up and placing my on my change table 
again. I looked down and there it was again my diaper was full of poo 
and pee. I couldn't believe that so much came out of me and made such a 
mess with out me knowing.

Mum placed a fresh Pampers on me and it sure felt great to have a 
clean, dry bum and fresh thickness of the Pamper encasing my hips. Mum 
went to the cupboard and got out a sailor suit. She came over and 
fitted a pair of white tights up my legs and over my diaper. They felt 
nice and soft and warm and covered my legs nicely She then fitted a 
cloth pair of pants like the plastic ones, not shorts-type and then my 
white sailor shirt with bow at the front. I looked so cute. I couldn't 
believe I looked so cute but the pants showed everyone that I was 
dressed as a toddler and was wearing a diaper. Mum attached my sailor 
bib and attached my pacifier to it. I waddled downstairs and I was 
placed in the high chair and was fed my breakfast. Mum told me today we 
where going shopping and then to the pool and then you can play in the 
park.

I didn't want to be treated or dressed any other way I was having the 
time of my life and I was loving every minute but going to the shops 
and pool and to the park. Being dressed as a little sailor toddler was 
not something I had thought about before. I finished my breakfast and 
mum put me down to watch some TV. Thomas the Tank Engine was on and I 
have always loved that show. As soon as it was over my mum attached a 
baby harness around my chest over though my arms and clicked together 
at the back. It had safety 1st written on it I looked so cute I but I 
remembered that I was going shopping and had to wear this thing 
everywhere knowing my mother. All of a sudden I felt the leash of my 
harness being pulled and mum was taking me out to the car. As mum 
opened to door I saw a brand new baby car seat in the back. It was a 
soft padded fisher price seat, mum picked me up and placed me in the 
car seat and pulled my arms thought the straps and click it together in 
front of my diaper. I felt something funny going on and it was mum's 
finger in my diaper and was checking to see how wet I was it was but I 
knew I hadn't wet it too much because it wasn't heavy yet.

Mum drove off while I was still admiring the straps holding me firmly 
into the seat and the baby harness that I was still wearing. It was 
then I looked at myself and admired how cute I was looking in my sailor 
clothes and pacifier in my mouth and strapped in nice into a baby car 
seat with my loving mummy in the front I was so happy I couldn't 
believe why any boy would want to be treated any other way.

We soon arrived at the large shopping centre in town and mum picked me 
up out of the car seat and took my leash as we walked in. I couldn't 
help but waddle a lot with my thick diapers on and noticed that other 
kids around my age where all looking at me. But I didn't care I was 
loved and I felt great and didn't have a care in the world.

I got pulled back with the harness a few times but I liked the idea of 
not getting lost and I knew mum was always close and attached to me. 
Mum was soon finished shopping and we headed back to the van and I was 
soon buckled in my baby seat and we where on our way to the pool. We 
arrived at the pool it was only a couple of blocks away and mum walked 
me in with my leash firm in hand and we walked over to a grassy patch 
next to the pool. Heaps of boys where there around my age and all 
looked at me when mum laid me down on the grass and started to pull off 
my sailor outfit and then pulled down my tights by this time quite a 
few boys had noticed me and we looking over to see me. Mum took my 
diapers off and pulled up a Huggies Little Swimmer with Finding Nemo on 
the front and then she pulled a floatation jacket over me. She then put 
sunscreen all over me and then let me play in the pool. I start to have 
fun swimming around and playing in the water until a couple of kids my 
age came up to me and asked why I was being treated like a baby and 
wearing diapers, too.

I told them because I like wearing diapers I don't have to stop and go 
to the toilet and being treated like a baby is great. You get all your 
meals in little pieces and you don't have to do anything; mummy does it 
all for me. They didn't say anything but one of the boys said, "wow, 
that sounds cool." I kept on playing until mummy picked me up out of 
the pool and lay me down on the grass pulled the sides of my Little 
Swimmer off and took off my floaties. I lay there naked while she dried 
me off with a towel and then placed a fresh Pampers diaper under my 
bottom and taped it up tight. Then came my white tights and sailor 
suit. Then came my harness strapped on tight and off we went to the 
car. After a while we arrived at the park where I was allowed to play 
until it got a little dark. Some of the kids looked at the diaper that 
was showing though my short sailor shorts. Soon as the sun was going 
down mum connected the leash to my harness and led me over to the grass 
where she was waiting and changed my diaper right there in front over 
everybody. I was going to say something but I loved my diapers and 
didn't want anything to change. I soon had a fresh Pampers on and my 
pants pulled up, and was soon strapped in my car seat nice and tight. 
We got home finally after a busy day and was soon fed dinner in my high 
chair and allowed to watch some TV.

It was around 8pm when mum called me in for a bath. In the big bath 
there was a baby bath seat and I was soon stripped of my clothes and 
diaper and was sitting upright in the seat and allowed to play in the 
bath with some fisher price toys.

Mum came in after a little while and washed my hair with baby shampoo 
and washed my body all over with baby soap. I soon smelt like a baby 
and was taken out of the bath and dried off and taken to my bedroom and 
placed on my change table.

Mum soon had some powder on me and a clean pampers taped up tight and a 
cloth cover and plastic pants. Then came my footed sleeper and my 
nighttime baby bottle and was placed in the crib and was kissed 
goodnight.

Why would I want anything to change?

When will boys around the world realise this is a better way to live 
for any boy?