Eldest Thoughts. By BrknVisage@aol.com " Being the oldest stinks. " That was the thought constantly running through Jessica's head, especially as of late. She had just turned thirteen not more than a month and a half ago and was now given many more responsibilities, none of which she liked. The thing she hated most: baby-sitting her two year old brother, James. It's not that she hated her brother, but was jealous of him. For the first eleven years of her life she was the only child, her mother and father's little baby girl, able to get usually whatever she wanted. Now, she was put up on the shelf as her baby brother came into the world, and needed much more attention than her. And with her little brother, and the added work that a baby brings, she was asked to do more around the house. And she didn't like it one bit. " Now honey, " Her mother spoke to her in a quiet voice. " We'll be gone until about midnight tonight. Since it is a Friday night, you can stay up until we get home. I want you to keep a close eye on your brother, all right? " Jessica let out an over-dramatic sigh. " All right mother. " Her mother smiled and kissed her on the cheek. " Good, we shouldn't be late, and we will call to check up on you. " And with that, her parents left for the evening, like they usually did on Friday nights. Jessica didn't mind it, because it usually gave her a chance to talk to her friends on the phone, but this Friday night was different. She had been invited to a sleep-over at her best friend Sarah's house, but her parents had said no. They needed someone to watch James, and they knew they'd never find a sitter in time. So Jessica was forced to stay at home. " This isn't fair, " She mumbled as her parents car backed out of the driveway and headed off and out of sight. " I never get to do anything, they treat me like a baby when I want to do something, but then I have to be all "grown up" whenever they want to do something. It just isn't fair! " Just then she heard her brother crying. Apparently he had not yet fallen asleep, and he had heard his parents leave. It always upset him. Another exasperated sigh from Jessica and she trudged off to find out what was the matter with him. " What's wrong Jamie? " She asked, not really caring. " Wen' potty.. " He continued to cry softly. Jessica knew what this meant. While she had been quick to toilet train, her brother was fairly slow, and at almost three years of age, he was still in diapers. She mumbled and quickly changed him, and laid him back down in his toddler bed. " All right, all better.. Now go to sleep. " And with that she closed the door most of the way and headed back to the living room to watch TV. The television had nothing decent on, and she found her mind wandering. Mostly about her family, and how unfair it was that her brother got all the attention and, in her feelings, all the love. " Just because he's a baby, he gets everything.. " Then the idea hit her! She'd dress up like a baby too! Then when her parents got home, they'd pay attention and love her more! It was just too brilliant! She waited about an hour until she knew her brother was asleep, and quietly snuck into his room. She knew she could fit into his cloth diapers and probably fit into his plastic pants, as she was rather petite and he was a well sized toddler. So she grabbed a pair of his plastic pants, two cloth diapers and a couple diaper pins. She giggled to herself as she ran back into her room and quickly stripped down. Lying on her bed she slid the diaper under her and, with a bit of an effort, managed to pin the diaper on. It fit very snugly and was quite thick. Deciding it was not thick enough, though, she unpinned it and added the second diaper. With that, she couldn't even keep her legs together! Then she stood and again with a bit of effort slid the plastic pants up and over the thick diaper. Then she rummaged about in her drawers, finally finding a light pink tee- shirt she had and put it on. Toddling to the mirror, as that was all she could do with the bulk around her waist, she looked at herself. " Just like a real baby! " She giggled. " Well.. almost.. " Getting another idea, she made her way out to the garage to do some more finding. Rummaging about in her brother's stuff, many of the things just having been put out there recently, she finds what she was looking for. One of his bottles, cleaned and stored neatly along with a couple other baby-type things, none of which interest her at the moment. She takes the bottle back into the house and heads to the kitchen, filling it with milk and putting it in the microwave to warm up. Thinking she needs more babyish things, while the bottle warms she makes her way back to her room and grabs one of the many teddy bears she has in there and a small quilt that had hung on the back of one of her chairs. "These will work great! " She thinks to herself as she hears the microwave going off and heads back to fetch it. With all of her things, she now lays on the floor in front of the television. She curls up with the teddy bear, her new "blankie" and the bottle of warm milk to watch television. After finishing about two-thirds of the bottle, she dozes off. * * * Jessica wakes up suddenly to the sound of a car door being closed, and the voices of her parents talking as they head to the front door. Groggy from having dozed off, she sits up on the floor and looks around her. Suddenly it all comes back to her. She's wearing the diapers! Terror-stricken at what she has done, she quickly stands. Grabbing the teddy bear, the blanket and the bottle, she tries to make a hasty retreat to her bedroom. But the door opens before she can make it more than five steps, and she is face to face with her parents, not only in the diaper now, but holding the babyish items! " What is going on here? " Her mother asks, wide-eyed. Jessica looks about, frantic for a quick answer. Unable to find one, she finds her face turning a deep shade of crimson. " I asked you a question young lady! Why are you wearing your brother's diapers and plastic pants? " " I-I-I don't know.. " Her eyes unable to meet either of her parents. " Well, " Her father finally manages to speak up, having gotten past the shock. " I guess we were wrong in letting you baby-sit your brother, as babies can't watch over babies. " " I am not a baby! " She pipes up, then quickly quiets down as she looks at herself. " You're not? " Her mother chimes in. " Well, I know for a fact that teenagers don't wear diapers, do they? " " No.. " The meek reply. " Only babies wear diapers.. " Her mother's eye catches the other items.. " Or have blankies, or bottles. And since you have these things, I guess you are a baby, aren't you? When Jessica gives no reply, her mother nods and heads toward her. " Well then, I guess that answers that. Come on, its way past all babies bedtimes. " And with that, her mother leads her to her bedroom, tucks her in and turns out the light. " Sleep tight, babygirl. " * * * " Ohh, " Jessica groans as she wakes up, " what a weird dream. " Slowly her eyes open and she looks around. Her bedroom is the same, no change there, she looks down her bed. Her covers the same. Everything seems to be normal, so it had to be a dream. That fantasy stops dead in it's tracks as she flings the covers from her and sits up. There she is, in the same pink shirt and the same diaper and plastic pants. She just sits there, in shock as the realization settles in that it wasn't a dream, and she is in for something. After about a a minute or two of her sitting there, she quickly stands up, and begins to take the plastic pants off. Maybe her parents had forgotten about it all, and if she could just hide the evidence, she wouldn't get caught. Just then, her mother comes in. " And what do you think you are doing? " Her mother asks in a firm tone. Jessica looks up, her face red and her hands drop from her waist. " Nothing.. " The quiet reply. " Good, I didn't want to think that my little Jessie was trying to take off her diaper now. She's much too little to not have it on! " Speaking to her in patronizingly as she sticks her fingers in her crotch to check the diaper. " Mo-ther! " Jessica jumps back as her mother checks. " Don't sass me little girl! " Giving Jessica a swat on the padded behind. " I have to see if you need a change, and it doesn't look like it yet. Well, in that case, lets get you down to breakfast! " And with that, she leads Jessica to the kitchen, like a mother leading her toddler. Jessica, stunned by the swat, even though it was on her padded bottom, quietly goes with her. Her eyes widen as she sees what is before her in the kitchen. Her brother's highchair, brought out from the garage, and in the middle of the kitchen floor! Her mother quickly brings her to it, and removes the tray. And before Jessica can do anything, she is lifted unto the highchair seat, buckled in and the tray is replaced. She's stuck in it! She squirms a bit in the highchair, and looks about. The chair is obviously snug, but since she is as small as she is, she can still fit in it. Unfortunately, she is unable to reach the locks for the tray, or the buckle on the belt that holds her in the seat. She is, for all obvious purposes, trapped in the seat with nothing to do but wait for her mother to deal with her. After a minute, her mother comes up behind her and places a large towel around her neck, and pinning it at the back, for a bib. All Jessica can do is sit and watch as her mother opens a couple jars of baby food and heads back to her. " Breakfast for my babygirl! " Her mother's smile almost scares her as she sits down and quickly, before Jessica has a chance to react, begins shoveling the babyfood into her mouth. Using an oversized spoon, and working fast, Jessica's mother continues giving her daughter the babyfood, occasionally spooning the excess that dribbles down her face and giving it to her. Jessica, trapped and in no place to fight, tries to eat all that she is given. Soon, though, she begins to get full, and is eating slower, eventhough her mother keeps on going. After another five minutes or so, her mother stops, leaving for a moment to let Jessica sit there. Her face is messy, and she knows it.. but right now, that isn't the biggest of her problems. She hasn't been able to use the bathroom yet, and she has to go! And to make matters worse, she has to go number 2! " Mooother!! I have to go to the bathroom! " She calls out after a couple minutes. " Silly girl, that is why you are wearing the diapers! Babies cannot be expected to use the toilet! " Jessica then begins to whine, squirming more in the highchair she is stuck in. " But Mom!! I have to go number two! " Her mother only giggles as she comes back, shoving a full bottle of baby formula into her daughter's whining mouth. " Well all babies do that in their diapers! Now drink your baba honey." Unable to do much more than just that, as her mother is squeezing on the bottle and forcing the formula into her mouth, she suckles on the bottle. Tears quietly run down her cheeks as she continues to squirm as she has to go to the bathroom bad, and the warm formula is most defiantly not helping. Soon the inevitable happens. As she sits there, all of her muscles relax. Her eyes widen with pure terror as she straightens out as best she can to try and stop the flow, but it is no use. In less than a minute, she is filling her diaper, both ways. Truly embarrassed, she just sits there crying as she finishes the bottle. Her mother, sensing what her daughter had done, pulls the bottle from her mouth. Quickly she pulls out a large, toddler sized pacifier and puts it in her daughters mouth to replace the bottle. Then she removes the tray, unbuckles her daughter and helps her out of the highchair. " Come on honey, lets go out to the living room. " Taking her hand, she leads Jessica out to the living room, where her father and her little brother are. She quietly goes to sit on the lazy boy, but her father stop her, motioning to the floor. " That's where the babies sit, not on the furniture unless they sit with their mommy or daddy. " So, she sits on the floor, suckling on the pacifier harder as she feels the squish of the mess on her bottom. " Now.. " Her father looks at her with stern eyes. " Since we caught you dressed up like a baby last night, all we can expect is that you did this before. Since you must enjoy dressing up like a baby, and drinking from a baby bottle, we will be going all the way for the next two weeks. Since it's still summer vacation, there will be no problems. Here are the rules: 1) You will be in diapers all of the time, and considering the smell, you already know what you are expected to do in them. 2) You will not change yourself. Little babies don't do it, only adults. 3) Since you are in diapers, and still drinking from a bottle, you are not old enough to talk like a big girl. Only baby talk. 4) You will do as we say, on everything. " Jessica looked at them in shock. She had not expected this to happen, especially not to be sitting infront of them wearing only a tee-shirt and a messy diaper. With tears streaming down her face, she attempts to say something, forgetting about the pacifier. All that ends up coming out is muffled whines, which defiantly does not help her present situation. " No arguments young lady " Her mother chimes in. " Now, lets get you changed out of that yucky diaper, hmmm? " And with that, she helps Jessica up and leads her back into her bedroom.