Name: Jere Ages: 5, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 When I was 5 years old we lived in a big house with room for an apartment upstairs. Since money was tight back then my parents rented the upstairs to an older lady who had never had any children of her own and had never been married, a type of lady that I would now call an old maid. I liked her and called her my "aunt Martha". She often babysat me when my parents went out, and one day she asked me if she could put a diaper on me because she had never had any babies of her own and wanted to hold me and feel like I was her baby. I agreed and she folded a towel and pinned it on me like a cloth diaper. I spent the hour or so before my mom came home being held and cuddled, or crawling around like a baby, but I didn't do anything in my makeshift diaper. When my mom came home, Aunt Martha showed her my diaper. Mom said I looked as cute as I did when I was a toddler. That afternoon, mom got a call from a relative, saying that my dad's aunt had passed away and the funeral was going to be in 4 days. Of course I didn't understand any of this, but mom called my dad at work, and they made plans to take the train and go to the funeral. They asked aunt Martha if she would babysit me for the week that they would be away. She agreed. Then as I sat on her lap she made a strange request of my mom: would it be okay if she kept me in diapers for the week so I could be her baby. Mom asked her why, and she told her that she had never had any babies of her own, and though she didn't mind babysitting me, she'd like to experience taking care of a toddler, even having to change diapers and such. Mom looked at me and said, "he's a big boy now and doesn't need diapers, but I'll leave it up to him." Aunt Martha asked me if I'd be her baby, and told me she'd take me shopping for some new toys if I said yes, so I agreed. Mom and dad were leaving the next morning, so Aunt Martha went out shopping. When she came back, she had cloth diapers and diaper pins, plastic pants, bottles, and a couple of pacifiers. I was to spend the night in her apartment, so after supper, my mom carried me upstairs. before we went, she asked me if I was sure I really wanted to do this. I told her I did because it would make aunt Martha happy and because I'd get some new toys. Secretly I had enjoyed wearing the makeshift diaper before, and although I hadn't wet or messed it I had kind of wanted to. In truth I was looking forward to being a baby again. When we got upstairs my mom gave Martha a paper with phone numbers and such written on it and went back downstairs. Aunt Martha asked me if I wanted to start being her baby now, or wait until morning, after my parents left. I said, "now". Martha asked me if I wanted to go potty first, but I told her I didn't have to go (I did have to pee a little, but I figured if I was going to start going potty in my diapers, I might as well start now.) She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom where she had me lay on the bed and removed my shorts and underpants. Then she slid a diaper under me and pinned in on. Next came a pair of white plastic pants before pulling my shorts back on. The diaper felt so soft and bulky between my legs. Martha gave me a pacifier to suck on and gave me a coloring book and crayons to play with while she washed the dishes. I hadn't been coloring long before I became more aware of my need to pee. I tried to pee in my diaper as I sat there in the floor, but it was hard to do, so I stood up. At first that was hard to do too, but then I relaxed, and warm pee flooded into my diaper. It felt good an it spread and wet the diaper between my legs, totally different from when I'd wet my pants while I was playing the year before, and it had run down my legs. I sat back down and colored for a while, then Martha came back in with a baby bottle full of milk for me to drink. I got up and went to her. She said, "lets check your diaper." She felt my bottom, then stuck her finger inside the leg of my plastic pants. "Looks like some has wet pants," she said, "lets go change you." We went back into the bedroom where she put a towel on the bed and, after taking off my shorts, had me lie on it. Then she took off my plastic pants and slid two clean diapers, folded together, under me. Next came a liberal sprinkling of baby powder and she pinned the two diapers on me and pulled a clean pair of plastic pants up over my diapers. She got out my pajamas and pulled them on over the diapers and plastic pants. If I thought the diaper was bulky before, I was wrong. There was so much between my legs now, that I waddled as I walked. Martha pulled the covers up over me and lay down beside me as she gave me the bottle. Sometime before I finished drinking the warm milk from it, I drifted off to sleep. I wet my bed most nights, so it was no surprise that my diapers were wet when I awoke the next morning. But, it felt a lot better waking in a wet diaper than in wet PJs and sheets. Martha came in and checked my diapers before changing it and putting a tee shirt on me. She said, "you don't need any shorts right now, you can just wear your diapers and plastic pants." I went into the kitchen with her and she pulled out a chair for me. I sat down in it and she put a bib on me before starting to feed me warm cereal. At first I ate it like any other 5 year old. Then she said, "I thought babies were messy eaters." I took the hint and started letting cereal dribble down my chin and onto the bib. She smiled at me. I finished the cereal, and she said lets go out in the back yard for a while. We went downstairs and went out. My mom and dad had already left. I was playing with some toy cars, when I became aware that I had to poop. I couldn't remember the last time I pooped in my pants, but I was soon going to find out what it felt like. It wasn't long before I really had to go, so I stood up, spread my legs slightly and strained. It didn't take a lot of effort before a good amount of mushy poop slid into my diaper. It felt warm and soft as it filled the seat of my diaper. I just stood there for a few seconds, trying to decide if I should go over and tell aunt Martha that I'd done a poop in my diaper, or just ignore it and keep playing. I decided I didn't mind the feel of having poop in my diaper, so I sat back down and went back to playing. That was another totally new experience as the poop mashed against my bottom and spread out in the diaper. Soon O peed in it as well. It was easier this time, and I didn't even stop playing as I did it. Martha came over in a little while. "Phew, I think someone has poopy britches." She took me into the house and we went back upstairs, this time into the bathroom, where she removed my soiled diaper, and wiped as much poop off of me as she could before filling the bathtub and helping me into it. Then she gave me a bath. Well, this is my true story of my first day back in diapers. The rest of the week went much the same, with several diaper changes each day, 4 bottles a day, and some public outings with diapers under my regular clothes. All in all, I really enjoyed the week, and at 13, I became a "teen baby", when I started stealing diapers from a younger cousin and wearing them. I couldn't wet them under my clothes, because I didn't have any plastic pants to fit me, but I did poop in one. Then I had to throw it away because I couldn't wash it. When I was 17 I found my first pair of adult sized plastic pants ant the local drugstore. They were "Futuro" incontinence briefs. I took my grass cutting money and went in to buy a pair. I was so embarrassed as I walked around the store, and tried to gather my courage to buy them. I even considered stealing them, but decided that would be even more embarrassing if someone caught me. I made up these elaborate stories about a visiting aunt who had wetting problems in my head as I finally picked up the package and tried to be inconspicuous as I went up to the checkout counter. Fortunately, no one else was in line. I prepared to tell my story as the clerk rang them up. However, the clerk said nothing beyond asking me for the money. I am sure my face was as red as a beet as I paid and took the package and left. My mom and dad were now both working evenings, so I spent many happy afternoons after school wearing and using diapers (I'd also gotten the courage to buy a dozen baby diapers for myself) under my plastic pants. By now I was able to wash them myself, so I used them just as any baby would, then put them in the washer. I often tried to keep from pooping at school during the day, and this led to several near accidents in my pants, and one actual accident as I walked home. I enjoyed reliving those happy days when I became aunt Martha's baby for a week.