Name: Unknown
Ages: 9
Current Age: 23

It all started one day when I was 9 years old at summer day care. I was 
not listening to what the counselors were saying and was taken to the 4 
year olds room because I was acting like a 4 year old. When I got 
there, the other kids were eating lunch at the time. I was made to sit 
in the little 4-year-old chairs and eat the pizza squares like I was 
told to. After lunch, the teenage girl Michelle took us to the 
bathroom. Many of the 4 year olds were barely potty trained and were 
helped in the bathroom. I was asked if I needed help going to the 
bathroom, and refused to even go. After lunch, the 2 girls who were in 
charge of the 4 year olds laid out the sleeping mats so that the 
children could take a nap. Kristen got a mat out for me, and told me to 
lie down and take a nap. Against my will I laid down on the mat to take 
a nap. About 20 minutes later, I felt the urge to poop. I asked 
Michelle if I could use the bathroom. She reminded me that I refused to 
go only a few minutes ago and that she would take me when naptime was 
over. I went back to the mat to lie down again. My stomach started to 
hurt even more. I then decided that I would show her what would happen 
if she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. I released the poop into my 
pants. As I squeezed the poop out of my butt, I suddenly regretted it. 
What have I done? I lay there trying not to move. About 30 minutes 
later, Kristen turned on the lights and we put our mats away. Michelle 
suddenly got a weird look on her face, and started to check the 
recently potty trained 4 year olds pants. She looked confused when she 
could not find where the smell was coming from. Just at that moment, 
Michelle came over to me, and turned me around. She pulled the back of 
my jeans away from my butt, and saw the mess I had made in my pants. 
She then said, "come on baby, we'll get you all cleaned up" I was 
walked down the hallway towards the 3 year old room. When I walked in I 
saw several toddlers wandering around the room. Michelle took me over 
to April, one of the girls who were in charge of the toddler room. 
April said, hi honey � I see you got mixed up and put with the older 
kids in the 4 year old room, don't worry I'll make everything better. 
April set me up on a padded changing table. I felt the poop smear 
around my but as I sat down on the table. April began to untie my shoes 
and pulled them off of me. She then stood me up on the floor and undid 
the button and zipper on my jeans. She dropped them down to the floor 
and she helped me step out of them. She then proceeded to remove my 
underwear. In the process of doing so, she grabbed the underwear and 
scooped as much poop from my bottom as possible. She then put the 
soiled underwear into a zip lock bag. She grabbed several baby wipes 
and started to clean my buttocks and genital area. When she had me 
cleaned she laid me down on the changing table. To my horror, I looked 
over to the wall where she was headed. She pulled down a package of 
Pampers, and removed one from the box. I began to cry when I was the 
white plastic Pamper. She cooed down at me and told me that she would 
have me in a safe thick diaper and I would never have to worry about 
pooping my pants again. She unfolded the Pamper and fluffed it to make 
it even thicker. With just one hand she lifted my legs and under my but 
she put the diaper. When she laid me back down, I no longer felt the 
cold vinyl top of the changing table, but a noticeable thickness. She 
then pushed my legs apart and brought the diaper up between my legs. 
She opened the tape and fastened it to the one side, and then pulled it 
snug across my front and taped the other side. She patted the front of 
my diaper and said there you go honey; you can pee and poop all you 
want now. I was lifted off the changing table and made to go sit in a 
circle on the floor with the other toddlers.