Chapter 11

As my mother changed my diaper, I considered the situation I was in. I was going to be wearing, wetting, and messing diapers for the next five weeks at least, regardless of what I did about it, and if I acted good and did everything I was told for those weeks, I had a much better chance of getting out of diapers at the end of that time. Besides, pulling up my grade should not be too hard with Stacey and Sarah's help, and who wanted to repeat the Seventh Grade. By the time my diaper was changed, I was resigned to wearing the diapers, and resolved to do better. My mother was right, the diaper discipline WAS working.

After my breakfast of oatmeal, which my sister gleefully got all over my face and bib so I looked more like a real baby, and a baby bottle of orange juice, we did indeed go shopping. I cringed as I watched my mother put a baby stroller in the car. "Mom....a stroller???" I asked.

"I told you, you are to be a complete toddler," my mother said. "You need to be in a stroller. Now if you don't behave, I'll just call Stacey and Sarah to go with us and take care of you - I am sure they could find lots of your friends at the mall to show you off to." I settled down at the threat - she had found the perfect way to get me to behave.

At the mall, my mother took me into a baby supply store and bought several more things she said we would need. Like baby silverware so I could at least feed myself. The salesgirl in the store came over and began to play with me.

"Well hello there Sweetheart, what's your name?" she spoke to me as you would to a baby. "Are all these things for you?" I noticed my mother had loaded a training potty into the cart, and realized they all would know I was in diapers now. "How old are you?" she went on. I realized she really didn't expect an answer. What was WRONG with this chick, was she dense or something? Couldn't she see how old I really was? Then I looked in a nearby mirror and realized - nope. She couldn't, and right now, I was confused about it myself, as I almost without thinking about it wet my diaper. After it was wet, I thought I shouldn't do that anymore, since it would make me lose my potty training. I would have to try to remember to hold it, and notice when I went potty. I mean "to the bathroom" I thought to myself, correcting the babyish term in my mind.

I pulled myself from these thoughts and tried to focus on what was going on as the Sales girl was now talking to my Mom. "Yeah, they just opened it, and it's great," she was saying. Just opened what? "The girls are all professionally trained, and I don't think there is a size limit...I noticed your baby girl is a bit big," she winked at me as she noticed I was listening.

"Yes, she has some 'special needs'," my mother answered. Oh great, NOW they would all think I was retarded. But what were they talking about? I wondered.

"Well, you should at least take her by and see if they would do it. It makes shopping a lot easier for the parents, and when you think about it, it's not all that expensive. I think they charge $5.00 an hour per child."

This did not sound good to me. But apparently it did to my mother. "Thanks for telling me about it," she said. "I believe we'll go see about it right now! Well, right after we change her diaper," she said, as she checked me.

The salesgirl smiled. "There are diaper changing tables right back there," she said, indicating an area with a sign that read "Diaper Changing Station". My mother and sister went back pushing my stroller. As we walked in, my sister looked at some vending machines.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "They have diapers in these machines, and they actually have a baby diaper big enough to fit him...umm...her!"

My mother looked at the machine. "I'll be darned," she said. She put some money in and got one out. I noticed it was super thick. "Well, I said we would have to get some thicker diapers for you," she said, looking it over.

She spread out a changing pad from my diaper bag on the table, then lifted me onto it. I had much more embarrassment, as while she was changing me, the salesgirl walked in. "I just wanted to tell you about the diaper vending machine," she said, "but I see you already found them. Isn't that great, them making the bigger baby diapers now? I figured they would probably fit her," she said as she looked at me. "OH!.......HIM!...." She exclaimed, obviously shocked.

My mother basically ignored the shock over me being a boy, and asked her if the store sold these diapers.

"What?" the girl looked at her. "Oh...oh umm...yeah. Yes, I'll go get a pack for you for her...him...." She practically ran from the changing area as my sister burst out with laughter.

Chapter 12

When the salesgirl got back, she had composed herself. "We have diapers for boys and diapers for girls, and the unisex diapers," she said. "I wasn't sure if you would want the girl diapers or the unisex, so I brought them both."

"That's fine," my mother told her. "We'll take both, that way if the girl diapers don't work, we'll just use the unisex."

"My mother uses the unisex on my sister at night because she sleeps on her stomach," the salesgirl said. "Diapers for girls have more padding in the middle, but if they sleep on their stomach, it's not going to work. But, if he is sitting down or standing when he wets his diapers, the girl diapers should work just fine for a boy...the ones we sell in the machines are unisex."

"Well, I guess we better make these purchases and go check out that new place you told us about," my mother said. I still had no idea what she was talking about, and wished I had been paying closer attention. We went through the checkout and then headed out into the mall. I was embarrassed being pushed around in a stroller, but my embarrassment was about to get much worse.

We stopped in front of a door that had a sin reading "Little Mall Tykes" above it. "Guess this is it," my mother said, pushing the door open. We went down a short hall, and then through another door into a large open room that looked something like a warehouse that had been converted into a....I suddenly realized what it was with horror. A Daycare!

A young woman was sitting at a desk when we came in. "Hello," she said, standing as we came in. "My name is Cathy...how can we help you?"

My mother introduced herself and my sister, then said, "We were told about you down at "BabyDays". They said that you might watch my "Baby Girl" while we shop." She looked around the room, as I had been doing, and saw mostly children from about 4 and down. "But it looks like "she" may be too old..." she went on.

"Oh no, not at all!" Cathy said. "All the girls here are specially trained, and I am sure quite able to handle even the biggest 'baby'."

"How can you be sure?" my mother asked. "What kind of training do you have?"

Cathy smiled widely. "Oh, Angela," she called. "Could you come here please? And bring Tamara with you." Two girls came, one about 20 and the other about 16. "Tammy (she indicated the 16 year old) is being trained right now by one of our best trainers, Angela. Every girl is put through the same exact program. Show our guests how you are trained, Tammy," Cathy instructed.

Blushing hotly, Tammy took hold of the hem of the skirt she was wearing and lifted it, showing us all she was wearing thick pink diapers. "The kind BabyDays sells now," Angela said, patting Tammy's diaper. "Are you still dry?" she asked Tammy.

"Yeth Ma'am," Tammy said in a babyish lisp, then looked at us and blushed again, finally looking at the ground.

"No one gets made fun of, because we all have done exactly the same training," Angela explained. "We feel the best way to be in tune with a baby's needs is for you to BE the baby for awhile. Each employee spends two weeks in training, starting in diapers as a baby, and then the second week in the toddler room, in training panties. We treat them just like we treat the babies. Then they have a third week of training, in which they take care of one of the new "big baby" employees. If there are no new employees, one of the current employees will be the big baby for that week." Tammy was now sucking on a pacifier, and Angela sent her back to the baby room. After a minute she followed.

Cathy told us, "Some of the girls find they like wearing diapers a bit longer - there's never any problem finding one to act like a baby for a week. Besides, they even get paid for it, and all they have to do is be a baby."

My mother was impressed. "This sounds like a wonderful training program," she said, "And I can see you obviously can deal with big babies. How do I get my baby girl in here then?"

Cathy smiled. "Just sign this list and let us make a copy of your driver's license, and leave her to us!" I did NOT want to stay here, and tried to get out of my stroller.

"Stop that," my mother told me. "You can get out when these nice girls get you out."

"No! I won't stay!" I answered obstinately. My mother calmly pulled me up in the stroller seat, lifted my skirt, and walloped my diapered bottom about 20 times very hard. "Oww...owww.....Ok, ok, I'll be good!" I promised, as she smacked my bare thighs a couple times for good measure. Cathy brought back my mother's license, and then Cathy got behind my stroller and pushed me through all the staring toddlers back to the Baby Room.

"Bye-bye, Baby Valerie," my mother called after me. "We'll be back at 5:00 for you!"

Chapter 13

As far as the babysitters here knew, "Valerie" was my real name. "Isn't that such a pretty name, Baby Valerie," Cathy commented. She went on, not really expecting an answer. "Well, you know Miss Tammy and Miss Angela, and the other sitters are Miss Tricia and Miss Brittany," She said, indicating the other two, both blonde haired young girls. Miss Brittany was obviously training like Miss Tammy, as I could see her bulky diapers under the babyish overalls she had on.

I found out differently when Miss Cathy told me that Tricia was the girl who was training, now in her third week, and taking care of "Baby" Brittany. "The overalls make it so hard to change a baby," she said, "but some mothers just insist on dressing their children in them. Brittany likes to tease her trainees by wearing them at least a couple days out of the week." She leaned down and whispered as she undid my stroller belt, "Personally, I think Brittany likes being the Baby. We've only been training girls for three months and she has already volunteered to be a baby four times! .....You could learn to like it too," she said with a wink, as I got out of my stroller. She gave me a light smack on the diapered bottom then, saying, "Okay, go play now, little one."

I toddled off obediently to play with some blocks I had seen. They were the big toddler type of Lego blocks - I had always liked legos. I wondered what in the world Miss Cathy had meant though - that I might learn to LIKE being a baby? Did Miss Brittany really like it?? I had to find out.

I watched and learned that the older "Babies" helped out quite a bit in caring for the real babies. They also got treated like the real babies in a few respects, especially relating to diapers. I was very shocked to see Tammy get her diaper changed right out in the open on the changing table, like any other baby girl. I saw Brittany get spoon fed some baby food while she wore a bib and sat in a high chair as well, and I also saw both Brittany and Tammy get baby bottles.

I figured if I got close enough to Brittany, I could wet my diaper and let her check me, and maybe I could talk to her while she changed me. Unfortunately, I was so deep in thought, I forgot that they all thought I was a girl. I came over to the dollhouse that Brittany was by, and began to pretend to play in it. Then I let loose and thoroughly soaked my diaper, so much so that it began to sag a little and could be seen beneath my jumper hem.

Brittany had been watching me (actually all the girls had kept a closer eye on me than on any of the other babies ever since I got there), and noticed my wet diaper right away. "Looks like some little girl needs a change," she said. When she said "little girl", I thought at first she had noticed someone else and I was going to miss my chance, but suddenly she had picked me up and carried me to the table.

At this point I remembered they all thought I was a girl, and I wondered what would happen. She quickly pushed my dress up out of the way and undid the diaper tapes. Then she pulled the diaper down in the front. "Oh!......Valerie, you're a BOY!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. Of course at this the other girls rushed over to see.

"How old are you?" asked Tricia, noticing I already had some hair growing. I blushed and told them my real age - 13. "I KNEW you weren't anywhere near the age of a real baby!" she said.

Tricia was giggling at me and the other girls looked amused, and even some of the older toddlers were pointing and laughing. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I had an unlikely savior. "Aww...don't tease her! Leave her alone!" Brittany told them. "She's not a REALLY a boy anymore than she is REALLY 13.....she's too cute. She's just an adorable little baby girl, aren't you Sweetheart?" she said, getting the baby wipes out and looking in my eyes with a smile as she cleaned me. I blushed and put my thumb in my mouth, as I started to do the same thing I had done when Sarah experimented with the baby lotion. Brittany smiled a little bigger and ignored it, sprinkling baby powder and slipping a new pink diaper under me. Finally, she used a practiced flick with her fingers on the backs of my knees and on the inside of my thigh, making me deflate like magic.

"A little trick I picked up in nurse's training," she told me as she pulled the diaper up tight and taped it. She lifted me down and said, "Okay, all done. You can go back to playing in the dollhouse now." I suddenly remembered why I wanted changed by her to begin with.

"Wait..." I said.

Brittany's eyebrows went up. "Goodness - she talks!" she teased. "Hurry up and ask what you want though - Miss Brittany needs to get her diaper changed."

"That's what I wanted to ask," I told her. "Don't you hate wearing diapers and being treated like a baby?"

Brittany looked around to make sure the others weren't listening. When she was sure, she knelt down next to me. "I take it you aren't babied because you WANT to be, then?" she asked me.

I shook my head emphatically. "No way!!....Why would anyone WANT to be babied?"

She gave a little smile. "You didn't seem to think it was so bad when I was changing your diaper a minute ago."

I blushed. "That's different. You were....touching me there and stuff...that would happen to anybody!"

"And the thumb sucking - is that part of it too?" she asked coyly. I didn't have an answer for that. "A couple things you might want to think about, then," she said. "One - everybody loves babies...especially girls, if that's your thing. They are cute and adorable. Two, babies don't have as many responsibilities...no one is expecting you to grow up and "act your age." Three, it's nice to be taken care of. And four, when you really think about it, diapers are great...no worries about finding a bathroom, they are thick, soft, warm, and comfortable.....you'll find out they are warm in the winter... Anyway, to sum it up, there are a lot of great things about being a baby...so what's so great about being grown up?" she finished. I was dumbfounded, and again had no answer for her question.

She smiled and patted my diaper. "Why don't you let Miss Brittany get her diaper changed, and then she will come and help you learn how to have fun like a baby girl," she said enthusiastically. With a sales pitch like that, how could I resist?

Chapter 14

I thought about what she said, while I pretended to play with the dollhouse again but was secretly watching Brittany's diaper change (Hey - she got to see mine). Before I was diapered, Stacey and Sarah wouldn't give me the time of day. Now they spent all their time with me. I even had someone to eat lunch with, and walk me to class in the morning. Before I was diapered, other things kept me from getting my homework done...now I was doing it, and with Stacey and Sarah's help I knew my grades could improve. And on top of that - Brittany was right. Diapers felt really good.

Brittany came back over after Miss Angela changed her and knelt down next to me. For the next hour, she showed me how to play with a dollhouse, with dolls, and with a tea party set, and was holding me in her lap reading me a story (Cinderella) when my mother and sister arrived to pick me up. My mother looked surprised when she saw I was actually having fun, and was even more surprised when I asked her if I could go back again next weekend. But, I thought I saw a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "We'll see, if you're good," she told me. The irony of a punishment now turning into a reward was not lost on me.

We went to eat in the food court, and I was not surprised when they got a high chair for me. I felt a little silly and conspicuous sitting in a high chair at my size, but I noticed that after the first few glances of Mall Patrons in my way, most went back to their own conversations and ignored me. Maybe they thought I had a mental handicap or something. My mother tied a bib around my neck, but allowed me to eat real food (even if it was a Happy Meal). My drink she didn't hesitate to put in a baby bottle, of course. That wasn't too bad, though, since I usually like to take awhile to finish my drink, and as long as it was in a baby bottle, no one in the stores would stop me from carrying my drink in with me.

As my mother buckled me back into the stroller, I noticed a group of four girls at a table nearby watching me closely. It wouldn't have bothered me more than the others who had been staring at me in the mall, but then I realized something - these four girls went to my school. They weren't a year younger than me like Stacey and Sarah either; they were in my grade.

They were talking quietly, but we were close enough that if I strained, I could hear them.

"You're crazy, Samantha," said the tall blonde girl. I think her name was April. "She doesn't go to our school, we'd have seen her!"

"I HAVE seen her, somewhere," said the shorter girl, apparently Samantha. "I'm sure of it!"

"Oh come on," the third girl was Melanie. "We'd know if there was some girl in school that had to wear diapers. It would be all over school."

"Maybe she hides them," Samantha countered.

"No, she'd have to undress for PE. Everyone would see her diapers then."

"Maybe she doesn't take PE."

"Everyone has to take PE," Melanie answered. "It's required...even that girl with leg braces last year had to take PE. Besides, she looks like she has a problem to me, they even fed her like a baby. She probably goes to a special school."

Samantha wasn't conVintond. "I don't know," she said again. "I'm just SURE I've seen her, and I'm almost positive it was in school."

The fourth girl, Jennifer, didn't join in the conversation at all. She just watched me with a small smile. I realized that the three who had been speaking had no idea who I was - they even thought I was a real girl. But I had a feeling Jennifer knew...would she tell everyone? Even if she didn't know exactly who I was yet, I was pretty sure from the way she was looking at me that she would figure it out soon enough.

I also realized, if my mother was going to continue bringing me out in public dressed as a baby, especially as a baby girl, sooner or later we would run into someone I knew, and then my life would be ruined!

Chapter 15

The next day, there were several people I knew who saw me dressed as a baby girl, as my mother took me to church. She came in my nursery in the morning, and changed my diaper which was wet and messy, and then got out a big pink dress. I had been wondering what would happen as far as church, and now I saw. My outfit consisted of the diaper, white tights, the dress (which had a petticoat attached under it to make it stand out, and was extremely short...enough to show my diaper bulge under my tights), a pink hair ribbon, and Mary Jane shoes. I don't know WHERE she found a pair big enough for me, but they were JUST like the kind little girls wear, with buckles and made of patent leather.

I begged her not to take me to church like this, even down to telling her the people there would say it was sinful. She replied that as soon as she told them it was punishment, and what for, they would be in agreement with her method of discipline (most of them did).

My chagrin was multiplied when we got there, and she took me straight to the nursery. Working there that week was Nira, with her daughter April helping her. April was a girl that I had had a crush on, who was 2 years younger than I. She turned around and saw me as my mother explained the situation to Nira, and burst into uncontrollable giggles.

Nira brought me into the nursery and put me in one of the playpens, telling April to watch me. As soon as she was out of earshot, tending to some of the "real" babies, April started in on teasing me. "Goodness, I THOUGHT you were kinda cute as a 13 year old boy, but I can see I was wrong. That was NOTHING compared to how cute you are now! I don't think I'd want to go out now though - having to stop in the middle of a date to change your diaper might get kinda weird. And besides - you might be cuter than me."

I tried to ignore her at first and concentrated instead on a Raggedy Anne doll that was in the playpen. Then I realized I was making myself look worse - playing with dollies. I decided to put the doll to better use and threw it at April.

"Of course, I've heard other girls saying that all boys act like babies, but I didn't know it was so literal, and - ACK!" The doll bounced right off the side of her head. "Hey!" She looked to see if her Mom was paying attention, then pulled me up by my arm and swatted me twice, hard, on my diaper. The swats were a lot louder than she intended, and Nira turned around at the sound in time to see the second swat land.

"APRIL!" She might have intended to give me more of a spanking, but she dropped my arm at the sound of her mother's voice and I dropped back into the playpen. "What do you think you're doing, young lady??" her mother said to her.

"But, she was throwing things," April defended her actions. I decided to make the most of what was turning into an interesting situation and started crying from the playpen. I was always pretty good at making it look as though I was crying.

"Now look what you've done! She was throwing things is no excuse; babies throw things, we do not HIT them for it!" Nira had taken April's wrist and dragged her over to a chair, where she sat down and pulled April over her knee.

"No! Mom - wait! I won't do it aga...." Nira, nonplussed by April's pleas, pulled her dress up in the back and landed two swats to the seat of her panties, just as April had done to me. "Ow OWW!" April cried out. She didn't have the extra protection of a diaper like I had.

"And one more because you ought to know better!" Nira said, landing one more hard swat to April's bottom. "Now, you tell her you are sorry."

"I - I'm sorry!" April cried in my direction.

"If I catch you doing that again, you'll get a lot more than three swats, and they won't just be on your panties either," Nira warned April. "You go and sit in the time out chair for a few minutes."

I had stopped trying to pretend to be crying and was watching with wide eyes by this point. Nira came over and checked my diaper, which was still dry, then told me to be a good girl and pushed a pacifier into my mouth. April was sitting in a chair facing the corner. Nira then went back to the other side of the nursery, and my mind came up with a rather mischievous idea. I had several other toys in the playpen.

I made sure Nira wasn't watching, then sent a plastic ring sailing toward April. "OUCH!" April wheeled around to glare at me.

"April," Nira warned her.

"She's still throwing stuff at me!" April complained.

Nira sighed. "First she needs to be warned then." She walked over to the playpen and lightly smacked my hand. "NO!" she told me. "Baby mustn't throw things. If you do that again, you'll be spanked."

I wondered if Nira's spanking would be like Sally's on Friday had been. I decided it would not be, since she didn't have a wooden spoon. Plus, I had tights covering my legs today, and smacks on the diaper, though loud, did not hurt that much. As soon as Nira turned around, I thought, "Babies throw things..." and launched a plastic ring of keys at the back of April's head. Fortunately, it was a perfect hit....which ALMOST made what happened next worth it. Unfortunately, Nira turned around just in time to see it.

"WHAT did I just tell you!?" Nira demanded, as she pulled me up out of the playpen. I didn't answer, and she asked again.

"You said not to throw stuff..."

"And what did I say would happen if you did?"

"That...that you would...s - spank me..." I whimpered.

Nira pushed me over her knee. "Normally babies are spanked on their diapers, but you're such a big baby I don't think that will do any good with you." With that she tugged my tights down, and undid my diaper! I was a little scared now as she brought her hand down hard across my bottom.

WHACK!

"OWWW!" I yelped, just in time to hear the second slap land and feel the sting from it. "Yow!"

WHACK "Now, when I tell you (WHACK) not to throw things (WHACK) I EXPECT (WHACK) you to obey me! (WHACK!) Is that understood? (WHACK WHACK WHACK)"

By now I was crying freely and kicking my legs, but she kept spanking until I managed a "Yes," that I understood, and a promise that I would be good from now on! My bottom felt like a hundred bees were stinging it. Finally, she stopped spanking me, and taped my diaper snugly back on, pulling my tights up over it as well.

I spent the next 15 minutes in the time out chair, which I realized was actually a high chair as she snapped the tray in place in front of me. I didn't throw any more things at April after that, and she didn't tease me anymore either. Since I was good the rest of the time, Nira wouldn't let April watch when she changed my diaper, and she didn't tell my mother I had got a spanking when she picked me up. Part of the reason I was so good the rest of the time was that Nira had threatened to let April spank me and change my diaper if I was bad again!

Chapter 16

I had the added embarrassment of going out to eat after church. My mother, of course, insisted on getting a high chair for me. The waitress, to her credit, didn't miss a single beat when my mother asked for the chair, also grabbing a children's menu and a bib for me, and asking my mother if she had a bottle she would like filled for me. My mother drew a bottle from my diaper bag, and it was brought back promptly, filled with milk.

I felt very vulnerable as I sat in the high chair with a short dress, tights, diaper, and bib on. It felt like every person in the place was staring at me, but, after the first few longer than usual glances in my direction, most people just shrugged or made funny faces and went back to eating. I ate my food - chicken strips and french fries - with my fingers, and drank my bottle without causing any trouble. The spanking I got that morning was still with me, and I was happy to have the padding of my diaper right now.

"You sure are being good," my mother complimented me. "See? I was right...this treatment IS just what you need.

My sister laughed and decided to add her two cents. "Sure, SHE'S good now, but just wait til she has a wet or messy DIAPER. She'll get fussy then!" She had said the word diaper loudly enough to cause several others to turn and look.

"Stop now," my mother told her. "Your little sister is being good now. Don't tease her."

"Sister??" I thought. When did that happen? "Sister?" I said.

My mother looked at me. "Well, you have so many girl things. And you DO make a very cute baby girl. And, it is easier on us to take care of you if you are dressed as a baby girl. I think for the most part that is what you will be. Except for when you are in school."

I sighed, but dared not wonder if it could get much worse. Every time I did think it couldn't, it did.

As I thought about that, a warm wetness suddenly filled my diaper, and I realized I had just wet without really thinking about it. When (and now I had to think "IF") my mother did let me out of diapers, I may have to be re-potty-trained! I shifted in the wet diaper, and my sister said, "See? Now her diaper is wet, and she's going to get fussy!"

"Is baby's diaper wet?" my mother asked me. Without waiting for an answer, she simply pulled my dress hem up, pulled the front of my tights down, and slipped her finger in the leg opening of my diaper. Now everyone had a great view of my thick diapers - I was so shocked my mouth just fell open as she said, "Yep - baby needs a dry diaper."

With that announcement, she took me from the high chair and led me back to the Ladies' Room. I was so embarrassed as we went in, her carrying a diaper bag, and then she took my change pad out and spread it on the pull down changing deck. "Good thing these can hold up to 400 pounds," she said, as she lay me on it. She pulled my dress up and out of the way, and then pulled my tights down.

As she was getting my diaper off, a mother came in with her little girl, who was about five or six. Her mother took her in the stall, and I heard her say, "See that? If you keep wetting your bed, I'll have to put you back in diapers like that little girl!" My mother continued changing me, cleaning me and putting baby powder on me, and then putting the dry diaper on me. By the time the mother and the little girl came out, my mother already had my diaper pulled into place and was doing the tapes on it. She fixed the tights then, Let me down and fluffed my dress out. The little girl watched all this with keen interest, and then my mother went over to wash her hands.

"How old is your daughter?" the lady asked Mom.

"Actually, HE's twelve," my mother told her the truth. "He's being punished."

"Really?" The other lady looked interested. "I have an eight year old boy getting in trouble all the time. Does it work?"

My mother motioned toward me. "Looks like it, doesn't it? And this is only after a couple days." The lady was impressed, and once again looked at her daughter.

"Just remember," she told her. "You have six more years until you are twelve. You are definitely not too old to be put in diapers!" The little girl looked as embarrassed as I felt.

My mother smiled. "Yes, Mr....or should I say MISS, big shot here thought he was too old to be diapered too." She patted my diapered bottom. "Sometimes you just have to show them that Mommy knows best." She took my hand then and led me out of the restroom, back to my high chair.

I should mention that by this time my Dad had seen me diapered and in dresses. Obviously he had, since he took us to church and he was with us eating now. He hadn't said anything about it, really, until my mother put the bib on me and began to feed me.

"Don't you think you may be taking this a bit far?" he asked, as my mother fed me.

"Not at all," she answered. "Don't you see how his behavior has improved already?" Dad couldn't argue with that. Neither could I, come to think of it. And, my mind kept wondering back to the daycare on Saturday...that had actually been fun. Maybe this was not so bad after all.

My Dad shrugged. "Okay. But when he wants to wear diapers and dresses when he is 30, don't say I didn't warn you." Weird statement, I thought. Thirty? Dang, that was OLD. I pretty much doubted my mother would still be punishing me at that age!

Chapter 17

I awoke to the sound of my mother's alarm in the next room. I always slept pretty light, and could hear most things in any other part of the house. I heard her get up, and noted that my diaper was wet and I could not remember having woke up to wet during the night - I was actually beginning to get used to my diapers! I fell back asleep, but a few minutes later my mother came in, put down my crib side, and told me to get on the changing table.

I was actually not too comfortable in a wet diaper, so I moved quickly to do what she said. She took my pajamas off, then told me to go wash up a little. My sister giggled as I scampered across the hall naked into the bathroom. "Mom, shouldn't I help the baby get washed?" she called.

"That's a good idea," my mother called back to her, and I sighed as she came into the bathroom and began to "help" me wash. Actually, she didn't so much help me as just take the washcloth and do it herself. Afterwards, she dried me off, and used a ton of baby powder on me.

"All the girls in school are going to notice the baby powder smell on you today," she said with a wicked smile. She also brushed my teeth for me, and put deodorant on me. Then I ran back to my Nursery, where my mother lifted me back up onto my changing table, and put me in a nice thick diaper. She dressed me in normal jeans and a t-shirt, and I felt good to be dressed like a boy again, even if I DID have to wear the diapers. After my hair was combed and we ate breakfast, it was time for me to catch the school bus.

It was Monday, which of course meant I would have my three babysitters again that afternoon after school. I wasn't sure if I dreaded it, felt indifferent about it, or was looking forward to it. I think it depended on who I was thinking about as the babysitter. Stacey I dreaded, since she teased me so much. But, then again she also turned me on (not that I realized it all that much at only twelve years old). Sarah was kinda nice, and I wouldn't have minded just having her as a babysitter. Sally was very young, but also very good at babysitting. I actually felt a little bit sorry for plastering her with the baby-food Friday. Especially in view of the fact that she didn't tell on me when my mother picked me up. I SHOULD have got Stacey with it, I thought with a slight giggle.

"What's funny?" Stacey asked as she slid into the seat next to me. Ever present Sarah was right behind her, grabbing the last seat on the bench.

"Umm..er...nothing," I stuttered out, blushing.

Stacey was once again staring at my pants. "I really wish it were easier to see your diapers under those!" she said.

As she had promised me she would do, Sarah actually stepped in. "You know, Stacey, we should be more careful to help make sure his diapers AREN'T discovered at school. If they are, he'll be a laughingstock...and so will anyone else who hangs around him. Namely, us!"

"Well, we'll...we'll just tell everyone we babysit him..." Stacey said, more than a little thrown off by Sarah's rebuke. Stacey apparently was not used to having anyone disagree with her, much less Sarah.

"And THAT will somehow make things look better for us?" Sarah pointed out.

"Umm...well. Wow. Well, maybe you have a point," Stacey offered. I realized this was as close as she could possibly come to saying "You are right and I am wrong." "But, I am STILL going to baby him as much as I can at school," she declared. Right...I expected any less?

When we got to school, Sarah talked Stacey into letting her be the one to walk me to my locker and then to class again. First she made me go with her to her locker. "Something VERY interesting was told to me over the weekend," Sarah said, non-chalantly.

"Umm..what would that be?" I asked nervously.

"Well, you know, I have a cousin named Jennifer," she started. I jumped...it couldn't possibly be...

"Jennifer and some of her friends were at the Mall Saturday," she went on. "She told me she saw me holding your hand on Friday, and she wanted to know just how much I knew about you. When I asked her why she wanted to know, she said she had seen a person dressed just like a big baby GIRL at the mall, and it looked an awful lot like you. Now, of course, that couldn't POSSIBLY have been you, seeing as you are a baby BOY, not a GIRL, right?" She looked at me, an amused expression on her face.

"I...umm...I.." I couldn't think of anything to say, my heart pounding.

"I didn't tell her," Sarah said. "But Jennifer knows. If she doesn't, she's going to soon. Maybe she won't tell anyone else, I don't know...I'd be SUPER nice to her if I were you. And, I'd also hope that Stacey doesn't find out about this."

"Doesn't find out about WHAT?" A voice said. I jumped. Stacey was standing right behind us!

Chapter 18

"SHI..." Sarah started to say. I put my hand over her mouth, spotting a teacher nearby. He looked toward us, but didn't say anything, then went back into the classroom. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks," she whispered to me.

Stacey's eyes narrowed. "I DO hope you aren't keeping secrets from me!" She said.

I sighed. She'd find out sooner or later anyway, I might as well tell her now. "I was at the Mall Saturday dressed like a baby girl," I told her. "Some of the girls from school saw me, but I think only one knows it was possibly me."

Stacey put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. "A baby GIRL?" she finally got out. "Hmm...this definitely has some possibilities!"

"What...what do you mean?" I asked her.

"Never mind, Baby. You'll find out soon enough!" Was all she would tell me.

Sarah held my hand and walked me to class. I could tell she felt bad for me. As we passed the restrooms, she said, "I'll let you go and use the potty and not tell on you if you want."

I thought about it. "Nahh...I might mess up the diaper and end up having it leak when I do have to use it. I'd only end up using the diaper by the end of the day anyway, and I can get changed quickly enough when I do wet it. To be honest with you, it really isn't that bad. I just wish Stacey would lighten up on me."

"Don't worry," Sarah told me. "I have a feeling she will, just don't worry. I'll take care of you," she said with a smile.

I went to my home room. We always had that at the beginning of the day, where they took attendance and read the announcements and so on. Jennifer was in the same Home Room as me, and when I sat down, she immediately took a seat next to me. I saw Leroy in the back of the room look as though he nearly swallowed his tongue. Several other guys stared jealously as well. This lead to Jennifer's Clique - Polly, Kelly, and Genelle - also taking seats close by. Shoot. I hoped they wouldn't hear my diapers, and that Stacey's claim from Friday morning ("I can't really tell...") was true. Jennifer didn't really talk to me, nor did her group, but the fact that SHE sat down next to ME was not overlooked. As we left Home Room, Leroy came up from behind me.

"Damn, boy...WHAT are you DOING?" he said.

"What do you mean?" I knew perfectly well what he meant.

"I've been trying to catch her eye ALL YEAR!" he lamented. I knew he meant Jennifer, and decided to have some fun with it.

"Well...maybe I can put in a good word for you with Polly," I said. Polly was a cheerleader, and sweet. Earlier in the year she had had a crush on a guy named Tim Thacker, and everyone had teased her by saying "Polly wanna Thacker?" (True story)

"No, Dude," Leroy said while I snickered. "You got Sarah...you don't need Jennifer."

"Leroy, I didn't exactly ASK for her," I pointed out. "For that matter, I didn't ASK for Sarah or Stacey either."

"Maybe THAT'S the key," Leroy said more to himself than me. "Act like you don't care....yeah!" He went off, presumably to make it appear to girls that he didn't care. I sighed. Maybe one day....a LONG TIME from today, I would tell him what the "key" was. But not today.

Chapter 19

At lunch, I observed as somewhat of a race appeared to take place between Jennifer and Stacey to see who would get to my table first. Stacey came this time and got me out of line, allowing Sarah to get our lunches, so of course this meant Sarah and Stacey won. I wasn't sure if I was pleased about that or not, but I didn't miss the cold look Jennifer shot at Stacey as they walked by the table. Stacey held her own, shooting back a look that could have melted lead, and holding that gaze until Jennifer looked away. Of course, Jennifer and her clique would not sit down with Stacey and Sarah there. Seventh graders do NOT sit with SIXTH graders!

Sarah came with our lunches then. "What's up your cousin's butt?" Stacey asked Sarah.

Sarah looked a bit nervous, and answered, "I don't know," as she shrugged.

Stacey laughed. "Maybe it's 'that time'," she suggested.

I noted we had applesauce with our lunch. I also noted that Stacey took notice of this. I ate my sloppy Joes quickly, hoping that I could finish my lunch before Stacey so that she wouldn't have a chance to do what I had a feeling she wanted to do. I finished my sandwich and went for my spoon.

"Uh uh uh," Stacey said teasingly, as she easily switched her sandwich to one hand and grabbed my spoon with her other. Dang. "Baby doesn't have a bib and might get messy feeding applesauce to himse....excuse me....HERself," Stacey teased. "I'LL feed you your applesauce. Unless of course you would like Sarah to go find a suitable bib for you? I'm sure they must have some over in Home Ec..."

"That's okay," I assured her quickly. "I'd rather have you feed me." Stacey smiled, and began to scoop my applesauce into my mouth. I kept looking around nervously to see if anyone was watching. Jennifer was.

After lunch Sarah and Stacey had to go to the other side of the school building, so I was left to walk to class alone. As I walked past the girls' restroom, I saw Genelle and Polly standing outside. I walked by, and suddenly they grabbed me from behind, placing a hand over my mouth, and shoving me towards the girls' room. "Only heaven knows WHY," Genelle hissed in my ear, "But Jennifer wants to see you. In there!" She shoved me into the restroom.

As I fell into the room, I saw Jennifer sitting on a bench. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was rather jealous. We didn't have benches in the boys' restroom. Nor did we have stall doors, nice looking sinks, or good mirrors like these either. No wonder girls spent so much time in the restroom.

"There you are!" Jennifer said with a glint in her eye. "Naughty little girl, you've been AVOIDING me ALL DAY, haven't you?" I had a feeling the charade was over. I glanced nervously at the door, half hoping and half dreading that someone else would come in. "Oh don't worry," Jennifer said, reading my mind. "No one will bother us. That's what I've got Genelle and Polly out there for."

She got up and walked over to me. I backed away. "Will you RELAX?" she laughed. "I'm not going to hurt you, for heaven's sake. How are my cousin and her little bitch friend treating you anyway?? Jeez, you're as jumpy as a rabbit."

She came up to me and put her hand on my pants. "I just want to check something. Okay?" She seemed to be friendly enough. What she said next made up my mind though, "If you cooperate, this can be our little secret. But if not, I'll have to call Polly and Genelle in here to help me. And Genelle just LOVES to gossip..."

I nodded my willingness to cooperate, and she slowly undid my pants, and slid them down, revealing my diaper. For a minute she just stared. Then she merely said, "Wow. I was right. It was you at the Mall, wasn't it?"

My blush was all the answer that was needed. "I thought so," she said. "Well, I want to know ALL about this. And you're going to tell me. You're going to ride the bus with ME tonight." This was a problem - how would I avoid Sarah and Stacey. I began to explain this to Jennifer. "You let ME handle them," she said. "Kelly will make sure they are late. You and I will already be seated by the time they get to the bus." This was going to be interesting, at the least.

Jennifer began to pull my pants back up, and stopped. "Umm..did you WET this diaper?" she asked with a giggle. Indeed I had. She confirmed her suspicions by checking me. "Oh my gosh, you DID!" she exclaimed. "Do you have a dry diaper with you? I'll change you," she offered coyly.

I explained, to her disappointment (and mine?), that the school nurse had all my extra diapers and she was the one who changed me at school. Jennifer pulled my pants back up for me, and sent me to the nurse with a pat on my diapered bottom. I was so glad Genelle and Polly didn't see it.

Chapter 20

Sure enough, at the end of the day I went to the bus, and found to my surprise that neither Stacey nor Sarah were there yet. Jennifer and her clique obviously had some power. Jennifer was in a seat waiting for me. Thankful that I had SOME freedom from Stacey, I sat down next to her.

"You look surprised," Jennifer said. I nodded. "Why? I told you I would take care of things. You're going to have to learn to trust me a little better. Does that sound right to you?"

I realized she was expecting an answer, and stuttered out, "Umm...ok."

"Good. We can start by you telling me all your secrets," Jennifer said with a smile.

The bus driver closed the door and began to pull out, then just as quickly stopped and opened the door back up. Stacey and Sarah struggled onto the bus, sliding into the only seat left, the one right behind the bus driver. Stacey fixed me with a reproachful glare before sitting down. I realized that in just a little while I would be completely at her mercy, and wondered if this was such a good idea after all.

"Start with why you're so scared of the little bitch," Jennifer prompted me. So as we rode toward home, I told Jennifer the whole shameful story about my grades, my punishment, and the fact that Stacey, Sally, and Sarah were now my "babysitters". Jennifer was mostly quiet, smiling from time to time (especially when I mentioned my time at the Mall Daycare), but not teasing or making fun of me. She also looked quite upset at my descriptions at how Sarah and Stacey were treating me. I did tell her Sarah had lightened up considerably, and I had started to consider her an ally rather than an enemy.

"That's good, seeing as she's my cousin," Jennifer said. "We can easily use that. I don't think it's gonna be all that hard to help you out. Just make it til the end of this week, okay? And by the way, I think you make a really sweet baby, whether a baby boy OR a baby girl!" I blushed hotly. I also noticed Stacey was calling me.

"It's our stop," she said from the door. "So stop talking to your girlfriend and let's move it!" The bus erupted with laughter.

"NOT smart. She'll pay for that one," I heard Jennifer mutter under her breath, as I gathered my stuff and got up. I realized Stacey was playing with fire, and wondered if she knew it.

As I got off the bus, I saw Sarah talking to Stacey. "It's not his fault we almost missed the bus," she was saying. "It was whoever replaced the combination lock on your locker." They did THAT?? I had to have a sudden coughing fit to stifle my laughter. Stacey, still upset, stalked ahead of us to the house.

"You DIDN'T do it, did you?" Sarah asked me quietly. I shook my head. "Good, cause she's pretty mad about it," Sarah said. "The janitor had to come and get it off with a crowbar, and he kept complaining about dumb little kids who forget their combination." I had another coughing fit.

When we got in the house, and back to her bedroom, Stacey appeared to have calmed down somewhat. "I'm going to trust that you had nothing to do with that little prank on me," she said, as she removed my pants, "And I BETTER not find out I'm wrong." I didn't say anything.

Stacey then put her finger in the leg elastic of the diaper. "A little wet, I think we can wait til Sally gets home to change your diaper," she said. "I had an idea though." She went to her closet and rummaged around in it. "You're just about my size," she was saying, "and I have this Aunt....ahh! Here it is!" She pulled out this dress that looked like it was made for Little Bo Peep. Sarah took one look at it and burst out laughing, as Stacey grinned evilly.

"As I was saying, my aunt thinks I actually would want to wear something like this," she said, rolling her eyes. "She sends them all the time. Can you believe it - my COUSIN actually WEARS them!" She gazed at my diaper for a minute and said, "I wonder if...." Then shook her head. "Anyway, when she outgrows them they get sent to me. I have three of them in here, and they should be just a bit short on you, which is going to mean they will be perfect for cuteness."

Sarah was not to be counted on for help in this case. She was already unbuttoning and removing my shirt. I had the feeling she couldn't wait to see me in the dress. In less than a minute, I felt the monstrosity of ruffles and lace come down over my head.