Name: Baby Marty
Ages: 5
Current Age: 46

During the years I was a "post-toddler" ages 2 years to 5 years old, I 
was in and out of cloth diapers and plastic baby pants. I was also in 
and out of lots of daycare centers and babysitters, because my mom 
worked a lot of hours during those years. One of those babysitters, 
Jean, I remember really well, along with her daughter, Becky, who was 
probably around 8 or 9 years old, and was her mommy's "little helper" 
with the daycare kids at her house, which included me. Jean was a big, 
heavy-set woman who weighed probably 300 pounds and had no tolerance 
for "big boys" like myself (I was around 4) who peed and pooped their 
pants, especially at her house. Becky, her daughter, was skinny with 
red hair and freckles, and her red hair was in braided pigtails.

My first day at Jean's house, my mom had put me in training pants, but 
had packed my diaper bag with cloth diapers, plastic baby pants, 
washcloths, baby powder, baby lotion, and plastic bags for my wet/poopy 
diapers. There was everything needed to keep me in diapers for the 
whole day, along with clean pairs of training pants, just in case I 
wanted to be a "big boy." When we got to Jean's house, my mom told her 
that I was in training pants, and that she was trying to potty-train 
me, but wasn't having much luck. She then told Jean that if I had too 
many "accidents" in my pants, she could put me back in diapers and then 
try again tomorrow, or the next day.

After my mom left, Jean told me to go outside and play with the other 
kids, including her daughter Becky. That was the first time I peed my 
pants at her house. We were all playing when I just let go, and soaked 
my training pants and my play shorts that I was wearing. Becky noticed 
it right away, and acted like I had done something really naughty. 
"Ooommmm! I'm telling my mom! You just peed your pants like a baby!" 
She then ran to the house and told her mom. Jean came out and looked at 
my wet crotch, took me by the arm, and dragged me into the house, 
saying, "Why didn't you tell me you had to go potty? Am I going to have 
to put you back in diapers? Hua? Are you a big boy, or a little baby? 
Because little babies pee their pants!" Becky also ran into the house 
after us, fully expecting her mom to put me back in diapers, but 
instead, Jean took a clean pair of training pants out of my diaper bag, 
along with a dry pair of shorts, and warned me that if I had another 
"accident" she would put me back in diapers. I remember that Becky 
acted disappointed that her mom wasn't putting me back in diapers, but 
her mom told her that if I wet or pooped my pants again, I was going 
back to diapers, and that seem to make Becky happy. Becky seemed to 
really feel that going potty in your pants at my age (around 4) was a 
really naughty thing to do, and that as punishment, you should be 
diapered. At least, that's how it seemed to me at the time, from what I 
can remember of her.

For almost the whole day, I had to poop, and Jean kept asking me if I 
had to go poop, but I kept saying no. I can remember that I wanted to 
go in my pants, but I didn't want her to "catch" me, so I waited until 
she and her daughter were busy, and then I filled the seat of my 
training pants with poop. In my little child mind, I thought that I had 
"gotten away with it", but it didn't take long until Becky smelled my 
poop and alerted her mom by yelling, "MOM!! MARTY JUST POOPED HIS PANTS 
LIKE A BABY!!" Jean comes rushing in asking me if I had pooped my 
pants, I said no, but she pulled back my pants and looked down my 
crack, saying, "Becky, go get me his diaper bag, he just pooped his 
pants like a little baby." Becky then ran to get my diaper bag, while 
jean laid me on the floor and started removing my clothes, telling me 
what a little baby I was for pooping my pants. When Becky came back, I 
remember Jean took a washcloth, and told Becky to run it under the tap 
with warm water and bring it back. As Becky did that, Jean folded some 
diapers and took out the baby powder. When Becky came back, she sat 
right there and watched Jean wipe my poopy bottom with the washcloth, 
as she cooed to me in baby-talk.

What I remember most about this was the smile Becky had on her face, as 
she watched her mom clean my messy bottom and diaper me, and the 
conversation they had together.

"PU Mom! He really stinks, doesn't he?"

"Yes Honey, it always smells when little babies poop their pants."

"That's what he is mom... a little baby! Hua? Cause only little babies 
poop their pants."

"Well he sure acts like a baby honey, that's why I'm putting him back 
in diapers, so he won't have any more accidents."

"Are you going to powder him mom?

"Yes I am sweetie, I always powder babies after they mess their pants."

And I remember that she would tease me with singing a silly singsong, 
which was something like....

"Marty, Marty, what did you do? You pooped your pants and it smells P-
U!"

I remember that this little girl enjoyed every minute of my return to 
diapers, and after I was diapered, (which was on and off but mostly on 
when I was at Jean's house) Becky was always sniffing around to see if 
I needed changed, and would run to her mom any time I did something in 
my pants. And I remember that she was always there for every diaper 
change, or when I had an "accident" and her mom put me back in diapers 
for the rest of the day. I have a lot of other memories too during this 
time, but I will never forget Jean and her nosey, bossy daughter Becky.