My name is Don I am 11 years-old, I have three little brothers Billy, Bobby, and Timmy. Billy and Bobby are twins age 7, Timmy is 2 ½. I have started to become quit a bully to all the younger kids. I tease and push them around telling them to do the things I should be doing. Sense I was the oldest and the biggest I could get away with it. I could take their toys and cheat at games and always win.
We are on our way to a summer at the beach side condo. It belongs to a family with five boys but one boy is mentally handicapped, he is twelve but has the ability of a two-year-old. The other boys are just about our ages and have toys for us to play with. They stay there in the winter because the summer is so hot.
When we arrived I looked around mom said we could use everything in the house. I found a Playstation an XBox, and a computer. My brothers found a lot of toys and games to play with. I found my bedroom with one twin bed, my brothers found theirs it had two sets of bunk beds.
I found where the handicapped kid’s room. It had a large steel crib with a top on it, a large diaper changing table, and stacks of cloth and disposable diapers. There were large baby clothes big enough to fit me. The whole room look just like my baby brothers room back home except bigger furniture.
I went back to my room and unpacked my clothes. When I finished I went to the kitchen where mom said she had to go back to the rental office and if I wanted to stay I could but she was taking my brothers. I told her I wanted to stay. She said. She would do some grocery shopping too while she was out. On the way out she told I was not to go out or let anyone in and to keep the door locked. I said okay.
After she left I walked back to my room passing the nursery. I look in and got an idea. I always wanted to see what it was like to be a baby again. So I went in and look around more. I found a footed sleeper with mittens on the hands. I remember seeing baby bottles in the kitchen so I ran to get a few and fill them with water. When I returned I put them in the crib then I went to my room and removed all my clothes. I walked across the hall back into the nursery closed the door and garbed one of the disposable diapers. I climbed up onto the changing table and laid down on it and put started to put the diaper on. I taped the diaper on myself just like I did for my baby brother. Then I stepped into the sleeper but it zipped up the back and with mittens on made it impossible to zip up. Then I saw a short string I could put the string in the hole at the end of the zipper and pull it up my back. A few minutes later it was zipped up but the string came out of the hole. I would have a little trouble unzipping but I think I can figure that out later.
It felt strange to be in diapers and a sleeper. I had a lot of trouble climbing into the crib but finely I made it. I lay down and started to drink from the bottle. It was just not right to me with the side all the way down so with a lot of trouble I raised it a little. Then a little more when the side was almost to the top until I heard a loud click. It had 6 more inches until it was all the way up I could not figure out what the click was until I let go of the side rail. It did not move. Now I would have to release the side to get out. So I just drank the rest of the bottle and played with the crib toys I found.
About a half hour later I need to pee so I wet the diaper. After I wet I figured I had about another half hour before mom came back. So I tried to get the side to release but I could not reach the latch. I got scared what can I do now I need to poop too. I tried to get the sleeper off but the safety Velcro cover was over the zipper. I tried to shake the crib apart but no way, it was to strong. I could hold my poop no longer and messed my wet diaper. Now I know what is like to be a baby and lay in the crib with no way out. I started crying until I fell asleep.
I was awakened by the sound of my brothers laughing and my mom saying looks like we have a new baby in the family. I had wet again during my nap and my diaper was leaking. Mom said. It smells like the baby has pooped in his diaper too. That brought more laughing from my brothers. Timmy said. Me no wear diapers only babies wear diapers. Mom said. We have to change the baby before we eat dinner.
Mom released the side rail lifted me on to the changing table unsnapped my crotch snaps in my sleeper. Then she un-taped my diaper cleaned up my messy bottom. But to my surprise she started to pin a cloth diaper on me. I started to kick and fight so she picked me up put me over her knee and started to spank me until I was uncontrollably crying.
She put me back on the changing table and had my cloth diaper pinned in place followed by a large pair of snap-on plastic pants. I felt so ashamed, me the oldest kid in the family still in diapers. She snapped up my sleepers and put me pack in the crib and told me I better keep my hands off my diaper or I would get more spankings.
Mom returned a little while later and walked me to the kitchen where she put me in the large highchair, fastened the seatbelt followed by the tray. My brothers were giggling all the time while they ate their dinner. Mom feed me two jars of baby food she found in the cabinet and held a bottle for me to drink. After my dinner she told me if I had a dry diaper in the morning I could be a big kid again. But if I was wet I would be in diapers until I was dry in the morning three times in a row. I have always wet the bed never had a dry night, but my brothers did not know that. She said my brothers would check my diaper every morning.
Mom put me in the big play pen a told to play until bedtime and no talking unless she tells me it is OK. She put a pacifier in my mouth and said to keep it in my mouth to make sure that I don’t talk.
I was 8:30 Timmy’s bedtime she tucked Timmy in his bed and returned for me. She checked my diaper and said. Already wet well you are a baby wetting so much. Bill and Bobby asked mom if they could change me. She said. OK. But I will watch and make sure you do a good job. Mom carried me in to the nursery and put me on the changing table. Billy and Bobby then changed my wet diaper just like they did for Timmy a few months ago before he was potty-trained. They had me all diapered and ready for bed so mom put me in the crib and raised the side handing me a warm bottle of milk.
I lay down and started to suck the nipple and found it to taste different, it was sweet warm formula. Mom said good night as my brothers left the room and she closed the door leaving just a very small night light, lighting my new room.
I woke up the next morning with my brother Billy un snapping my sleeper and sticking his finger in my diaper just like he did with Timmy. He yelled out he is wet! Mom came in my room put me on a changing mat and remove sleeper and my plastic pants then she unpinned my wet diaper. She told Timmy to put my wet diaper in the diaper pail. She told Timmy he could learn to change a diaper if he wanted to. He said. OK. She told him to use a baby wipe and wipe my diaper area. Then she told him to use the powder, he used way too much so she told him not so much. She handed him a disposable diaper and told him to see if he could put it on me.
She told him to roll me on my side and put the back of my diaper on my back and roll me back on to it and bring it up between my legs and fasten the tapes at the side and I was diapered by my baby brother. He was so proud he can change a diaper now. With a little practice he will be able to do it all alone.
Mom carried me to my highchair and put me in. She started to feed me my oatmeal about half way through I felt the need to poop I tried to tell mom but every time I opened my mouth in went a spoon full of oatmeal. I tried to let the oatmeal fall out of my mouth to talk but mom caught it on my chin and put it back in my mouth. I was squirming trying not to poop but I mess my diaper just like a baby, I could not stop it. My face and bib had oatmeal all over it I looked just like a one-year-old.
Bobby said someone’s got poopy, and every giggled. To that I let a flood of pee into my messy diaper. After breakfast mom carried me into my nursery and changed my diaper with Timmy’s help. Mom told me I just earned diapers for three weeks for pooping my diaper. I tried to explain but she told no talking or I would get spanked. She told me I would be potty-trained when she thinks I am ready.
She carried me to the stroller on the patio and had me strapped in wearing only cloth diaper and plastic pants. We went to the beach witch was open to our patio. She lifted me out of the stroller and put me on the blanket that she spread on the sand. I did not want to walk and let everyone see my diaper so I just played on the blanket. About 30 minutes later I wet my diaper I felt just like a baby nothing I could do to stop it. I just kept playing and did not say a word. Mom handed me a 16 oz. baby bottle filled with Kool-Aid so I lay down and started to drink it because I was thirsty. I fell asleep under the umbrella after I finished my bottle.
Mom woke me about an hour later because I had wet so much I leaked onto the blanket. She called my brothers and said it was time to go in and eat lunch. She put me in the stroller and we were on our way in. I felt the need to poop but before I knew it my diaper was full of poop, I felt so ashamed not being able to stop it.
Mom asked Billy and Bobby to take me in the nursery and change my messy diaper. Mom lifted me out of the stroller and Bobby grabbed my hand and led me to the nursery. Billy and Bobby changed my diaper on a mat on the nursery floor. I could not do anything to stop them because mom would spank me so hard if I made trouble. A few minutes later they walked me back to the kitchen where I was put in my highchair. Again she fed me baby food and a bottle. I wet my diaper before I finished my bottle. Mom said. I was using diapers just like a baby now so for the rest of our vacation I need to wear diapers and baby clothes.
I complained if was not fair and started to yell and scream. Mom said that she would let me prove I was a big boy and let me wear my big boy clothes. But if I had one little accident I would be in diaper for a long time. She walked me back to my nursery and cleaned me up and handed me my clothes. I was dressed in just a few minute’s, it felt so good to be a big boy again.
Mom said we were going to walk to the store five blocks down the road. After we had walked about three blocks I told mom I need to pee again. She told me big boys can hold it and if I were a big boy I would have to hold it. About two blocks later I flooded my pants and I started to cry like a baby. Mom said looks like you do need diapers and put a pacifier in my mouth and told me to keep it there. We walked to the store and bought diapers and baby food for me and regular food fore every one else.
When we returned from the store, I was back to being the diaper baby of the family. I could not complain and I had to be a real baby. I was not aloud to talk or walk I had to do everything the way a baby does it. After three weeks of being a baby my brothers stopped teasing me. I was using a minimum of 12 diapers a day and wetting two or three times at night. I have not fed myself sense we got here, when we eat out I am so ashamed when my little brother feeds me baby food while wearing a bib.
After 9 weeks I have learned to be a baby again pointing, crying, and making noises to get what I want sense I am not aloud to talk. I play with baby toys and except for my size I am just like a baby. I really like the playpen because my brothers leave me alone in there. I like taking naps in my crib and eating in my highchair. I am no longer a bully I am just a baby that needs someone to care for me.
Mom said. We go back home tomorrow and I am not ready to potty-train yet. That when we go back to school next Wednesday I would start back in the nursery class at our privet school. So I would be in the class next to my baby brother’s sense I still need diapers. I would share the same playroom and playground.
She told the potty-training schedule starts six weeks after school starts. If I fail that class the next time is six weeks later. The class last three days and I am allowed only three accidents the first day, two the second day, and one the last day. If I have more than that I would fail and my potty-training class for me would be over. I would stay in plastic training pants until I was dry for three weeks. I told her that I was a big boy and the potty-training class would be easy and no problem. She said after I get potty-trained I would spend 6 week with the toddlers to make sure I was potty-trained with no accidents. Then I would go back to my sixth-grade class.
The trip home was a lot faster sense we made no extra potty stops for me. I just wet and messed myself like a good baby does. My little brothers held their bathroom needs until mom wanted to stop. I tried to hold my poop and pee as long as my baby brother but I have using diapers all summer long and about 45 minutes is as long as I can hold my pee and I poop at every meal. I needed only five diaper changes before we got home.
When we got home mom put me in Timmy’s old room sense he was a big boy now and did not need the crib, diapers or any other of the baby things, only I needed baby things. She changed my wet diaper dressed me in my sleepers and put me in my crib. She handed me my bedtime bottle and said nite-nite and turned out the light. I lay down and sucked my bottle and fell asleep before I finished half of it.
I woke up the next morning with a wet and messy diaper on just like I have done every morning for the last month. I did not know what to do so I started to cry like all the rest of the mornings. Then Bobby came in my room and said. Smells like the baby needs a diaper change, I just giggled and wiggled as Bobby put clean diapers and play-clothes in the crib. He then pushed a chair over to the crib and climbed in with me. Bobby soon had me all cleaned up and dressed in my new baby style clothes.
After my breakfast and another diaper change mom had my brothers take me outside to play dressed in very thick diapers under my baby style bib over-alls. At first I was a scared and after about an hour of teasing by everyone even two-year-old Stevey next door. I started to have some fun. But the only kids that would play with me were all under four-years-old. Sense I had such thick diaper I did not need to have my diaper changed every time I wet. But by lunchtime I was soaked and leaking. Everyone saw my problem and again started to tease me more. There was only one other kid still wearing diapers he was 18 month-old Brian.
Brian and I started to play in the sand together I was having fun until Brian knocked my sand castle down. I could do nothing but cry I was so upset. I started crying and could not stop until Stevey put my pacifier in my mouth and I started to suck on it. I was so relaxing I quieted down and wet back to playing in the sand still sucking my pacifier.
Mom came out to the play area and saw how wet I was and said it was time to eat. Mom told my brothers to take me and change my diaper and come and eat lunch. After my diaper change my brother led me to the kitchen where mom had the highchair all ready for me. Mom fed me my lunch and as usual I messed and wet my diaper. After lunch mom changed my diaper and put me in my crib where I sucked on my nap bottle and took my nap.
After my nap and another diaper change I was out playing with my new friends. Brian and Stevey were a lot of fun. Sense no other kids would play with me I had to make new friends. Stevey was potty trained but Brian still used diapers just like me but not half as many.
That evening after I was placed in my crib for the night mom told me about school and my new class beside Timmy’s class. She said. I start school tomorrow that my new class is where the kids still in diapers go and sense you still wear diapers that will be your class. I asked if I could try to be a big boy again. She asked me if I remember the last time I tried. I said yes. She asked me if I wanted to go to school in big boy clothes or diapers. I said in a crying way I will wear diapers to school. She said. Ok.
The next morning Timmy changed my diaper and mom dressed me for school. I wore baby bib-overalls and a snap-on T-shirt with new baby style socks and shoes. Mom fed me my breakfast and as I always do wet and messed my diaper. Mom changed me before we left for school. Mom had a pacifier clipped to my bib-overalls just in case I needed it.
Mom led me by the hand into school with my brothers walking in front of us. Billy and Bobby turned right and walked into the school wing of the building. Timmy walked up to Miss. White and said me get to got to the big boy class and she said go right in everyone is already playing. Mom gave Miss. White my hand this one need his pants changed and waved by-by.
Miss. White led me to the baby class where she removed my bib-overalls and unsnapped my T-shirt and changed my wet diaper. Miss. White snapped my T-shirt back up and put me down on the floor. The diaper she had me in was so thick I could barely walk but she told me to go play. I waddled a few steps a fell I got up and fell again the socks I had on had something on the bottom that made it impossible to walk. So I just began to crawl alike most of the other babies. Only three of the twelve kids in my new class were walking. I fit right in with the other babies using three thick cloth diapers and one mess disposable, the disposable I used when I was fed lunch.
There were three cribs for naptime I was in one of them. The rest of the babies slept on sleeping mats.