I WAS A TEENAGE BABY
I'll never forget the summer of 1986. Never did I think it would stay with me for the rest of my life. I lived with my mom and my step-dad, whom my mother had married three years before. He was always pretty good to me, and our life together was pretty normal. As a twelve year old boy I was pretty normal myself except that I had always wet the bed at night. It was a little more severe this summer and my mother scolded me for it. I had actually become a little lazy, and did not refrain from liquids long enough before bedtime. My Mother's response was a sound tongue lashing and a plastic sheet on my bed. My stepfather was quite disturbed by my lack of control and threatened to take some action. And so he did.

One afternoon while my mother was still at work my stepfather came home to find my wet sheets once again piled on the laundry room floor. He became very perturbed and immediately called for me to come inside from our backyard.

We had quite a large yard, and it was bordered by our large house in the front and two smaller cottages in the rear, which produced good income for my family and provided me with playmates. The cottage on the right housed a young lady and her new baby. The other had a single mother with four daughter's ages 14, 11, 8, and 3. They had been tenants of my stepfather for almost 8 years, and it took some time for them to be nice to me because I was the landlord's kid.

Anyway, my step-dad called me in and ordered me to wash the bed clothes myself. He then gave me clean stuff to make up my bed and told me to stay in my room until further notice. I watched as he went to the back cottage where Delores lived with her girls. After I changed the bed I laid on top and began to read. In just a few minutes I was asleep, and when I awoke I heard voices in the room. There, standing at the foot of my bed, was Delores and my step-dad. The first thing I recall her saying was something about Debbie her three year old being a heavy wetter. Dad noticed I was awake and said I was to do whatever Dolores said, and if I didn't I would get the strap. I had that only a couple of times and knew I didn't want it today.

My step-dad left the room and Delores said, "Take your pants off like a good little boy." I thought she was going to spank me until I saw she was carrying something. "What's that?" I asked as I slipped off my pants while still laying on the bed. "These things her?" she asked back. "It's what all little boys who don't know how to use the potty" she answered. With that she put the thing on the bed and held up a large pair of plastic pants for me to see. "I'm not wearing those things," I protested as tears began to well up in my eyes. "Not only the baby pants, but diapers too" she smiled as she patted the small stack at the foot of my bed. "No I wasn't," I said as a cry began to creep into my voice. "Shall we call your father?" she asked sternly.

My situation hopeless I proceeded to sob out loud as Delores set about her task. As she slid off my underwear and positioned several diapers under my butt she commented that I was small for my age. After I was powdered and pinned Delores held up the slightly yellowed plastic pants, "these are Debbie's baby pants, she's a very heavy wetter and big for her age so I bought extra large pants for her," she said. "I'm sure she won't mind if you borrow these, she has plenty. I think they'll just fit," said Delores.

With that she ordered me to stand and as she bent down to slip them on my feet I held onto her shoulders. She deftly pulled them up over the bulky diapers and turned me around to insure complete protection. All the while I sobbed loudly. Delores laid me back down on the bed while my cries continued. "My my, what a fuss your making. If I would have known what a baby you are I would have brought a pacifier for you too." I rolled onto my stomach and continued to cry loudly. Delores sat down on the bed and gently rubbed my diapered bottom. "Sshh", don't cry now." "Between the diapers and baby pants and the plastic sheet I hear crinkling under you covers, you won't wet the bed." She continued to pat my bottom and that's the last thing I remembered before I cried myself to sleep.

My mother came home and woke me about an hour and half later. She made no mention of my attire and simply told me to get dressed and eat. I finished my supper without incident and was told to go out and play before it got dark. All the girls were outside and I could tell from the look on their faces that their mom had told them what had transpired. Patty the oldest at 14 even patted my rear end and started to giggle. She asked me if I wanted to play house. "We need a baby", she said. "Debbie hasn't woke up from her nap yet." I was red with embarrassment and almost ran into the house. Their taunts soon subsided however and we played kickball for almost 2 hours. When I went back into the house my mom lectured me severely. She then removed my diapers and was really mad when she found it damp. "I hope this teaches you a lesson," she said. It did and I made a conscious effort to dry up. By being very careful I reduced my wetting to only once, maybe twice in two weeks. My mom seemed pleased and everything was forgotten quickly until......

About six weeks later my father came home with great news. He had just won a sales contest at work and the grand prize was a 4 week tour of Europe. My mother was ecstatic, but soon realized that she did not know what to do with me. Delores, he said. "He can stay with Delores." I could see the worry on my mother's face quickly disappear and she quickly agreed. It was always fun to stay over someplace new.

Dad then called and asked Delores to come over. My mother asked if she could watch me and she readily agreed. Mother worried if Delores had enough room, but she assured her there would be plenty. "Besides I just bought a new bed for Debbie. She's ready to come out of her crib. Paul can sleep in the new bed and Debbie can stay in the crib for another month. It's been in the family for years and is plenty big." My mother hugged Delores and thanked her repeatedly. In 3 days my folks would be ready to go. I was very happy for them. Before they left mom met with Delores in the kitchen. I could hear from the bedroom that my mom had purchased a plastic sheet for Delores to use on Debbies new and bed and explained about my wetting. Delores brushed it off at being nothing and assured my mom everything would be fine. My ears were really burning but her words reassured me also. It would be fun staying over for a whole month. My parents were off to Europe.

The first night was as much fun as I thought it would be. We played Monopoly, stayed up late and had lots of soda, pizza and popcorn. After midnight we got on our pajamas and went to bed. The 3 older girls in one room, me and Debbie in the other. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I've always been a late sleeper and the next day was no exception. Leslie and Kathy came in to wake me up. They took my covers off and noticed right away that I had soaked the bed. I was still pretty much asleep until Delores came into the room. "Paul, wake up," Delores said sternly. I sat up immediately and realized the reason for her tone. "Your wet the bed again." She then quickly looked at the package on the dresser and realized she had not yet put the plastic sheet on Debbie's new mattress. I hung my head, ashamed to look at her. "Go throw those wet pj's in the washer and take a bath," she said angrily. I quickly did as I was told and nothing more was said about my accident except some teasing from the girls.

That night again we played board games and the next morning again the bed was wet. "At least we got the plastic sheet on this time," Delores said, thought still upset at another accident. She then went over to Debbie's crib and laid down her down to change her. "Dry again, good girl, that's four days in a row," Delores smiled proudly. "Paul wet?" Debbie asked her mom. "Paul is naughty for wetting you new bed." I was humiliated and tearfully shamed and went out to play. Everything was fine I thought. We had more fun that night, but at 8:30 Delores called me and Debbie. "Paul, Debbie come into the nursery," she hollered. "The nursery?" I asked. "Yeah, Debbie's room, the baby's room" answered Leslie the 11 year old. "Oh," I laughed at my ignorance. Debbie and I bounded into her bedroom. "Time for bed you two", Delores said. "Bed," I protested, its only 8:30." "That's right, Debbie's bedtime is 8:30 and so is yours. All the babies in this house go to bed at 8:30. Now get ready," she said firmly.

I didn't want to make her mad, so I started to undress. Delores put on Debbie a night time diaper and a nighty. I was just beginning to slip on my pajama bottoms when Delores told me to stop. She then walked over to Debbie's dresser and retrieved 2 diapers and a pair of plastic pants. "Lay down on the bed honey," Delores said. "Please don't make me wear diapers," I begged. "Quiet now baby and lay down," she said softly. Through my whimpering she diapered me and kissed my forehead. "Right to sleep now honey." Then she kissed Debbie good night and as she walked out of room Debbie called, "Mama." "Yes sweetheart," she asked. "Is Paul gonna wet my new bed again mommy?" "No baby," she answered. "He's going to wet his diapers." Debbie thought for a moment and countered, "that's ok mommy." "Yes, sweetheart its ok," said Delores, trying to contain her giggles. As she went out to the living room I could hear the older girls asking, "Where's Paul," and I heard her reply, all baby's go to bed early." The girls laughed and questioned her about the diapers and giggled some more. I began to cry and just rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning I was soaked right through and Debbie again was dry. Delores seemed pleased that my diapers were wet and the bed was not. However when she removed my diapers and I got up she noticed that I had leaked through. "Gee, I thought I wouldn't have to wash bed clothes today, but I guess I was wrong." "I'm sorry," I said as meekly as I could. If that wasn't bad enough Debbie had seen the wet bed and started to cry. "Paul wet my new bed," over and over . All the girls came to the nursery to find out what all the commotion was about. There I stood with no clothes on in front of 3 girls. Good thing I had a pillow in front of me. All 4 girls filed out as I made my way to the bathroom. Delores noticed I was itching my butt and bent down to see what was wrong. "I'll be darned," she said. "Your getting a bit of a rash." Debbie then barged into the bathroom continuing her sobs. "Don't cry baby, I'll put 4 diapers on Paul tonight," Delores said. "After some Desitin for that diaper rash." I was by now thoroughly humiliated and crying.

That night at 8:30 again I heard my call to the nursery. "Paul, Debbie, time for bed. Come to the nursery." Patty the oldest rolled on the floor. "Goodnight baby," she teased me. Slowly I got up to taunts from Kathy the 8 year old. "Time for diapers and baby pants." I responded to my nursery call where Delores was waiting with a smile and 4 diapers this time. When she put on my plastic pants. It was so bulky I couldn't put my legs together. Delores noticed my predicament and covered her mouth with her hands so I wouldn't see ear to ear grin. "Mom" I heard one of the girls call her. "Paul left his shoes in the living room again." I had been warned before. Just then Debbie walked in and started crying that she didn't want to wet her new bed. "Quiet down now," she told Debbie as she finished dressing her for bed. "I won't wet my new bed," Debbie cried. "Go and get you shoes Paul. What did I say about that." "Please," I pleaded, I'll get them tomorrow. "Now," she commanded tiring of me and Debbie's crying. I obviously waddled just like a baby. "Look at the baby," smiled Leslie the 11 year old. And I felt like a baby. They all stood up and teased me and felt my plastic bottom.

I blushed terribly but managed to hold back the tears. I got my shoes and heard Dolores call, "Cmon Paul, time for bed." "You better run along little one, mommy's calling, said Patty. I looked up at them and pouted. For the first time I felt like a small child. Patty and Leslie were both tall and weighed more than me. As a matter of fact I was about the same size as Kathy who was eight.

I waddled along to the nursery and found Delores folding more diapers and Debbie snuggled in my bed, actually her new bed. "I don't want to sleep with her", I snapped. "You won't have to honey," she replied. "Your going to sleep in the crib tonight baby." "No, no, I won't," I yelled and cried and threw a tantrum.

Delores made it known that she would have none of that as I cried in her arms. I sobbed loudly and the girls came in to see what was wrong. "Nothing is wrong," said Delores, not wanting to explain . She held me to her bosom as I sobbed openly. The girls just stood and watched until Delores called to Patty. "Come here dear," and as Patty came close she whispered something in her ear. "Ok mom", Patty replied as she scampered from the nursery with her 2 sisters. I cried and cried as Delores held me. "Shhh baby, don't cry, shh that's it now, that's a good boy, close your eyes baby, stop crying hone." I closed my eyes as my sobbing ebbed. Still whimpering I heard Delores say, "Mama's going to put you to bed now." With that she easily swept my legs out from under me and craddled me as I sensed the girls presence in the room. I cried a little harder now and Delores implored me to settle down. She said if I would she'd give me a treat. She gently lifted me into the crib and closed my eyes and stroked my hair while I cried.

I kept my eyes closed while I whimpered and sniffled. Suddenly I felt something pressing at my lips. "Open up baby, mama's got a treat for you." "Cmon honey don't be a afraid," Delores cooed. I opened up and felt a baby bottle nipple enter my mouth, but I didn't suck. I could hear the girls giggle. Delores moved the nipple inside my mouth. "Cmon honey, just try it," she begged. I was so defeated I began to suck on the baby bottle to the praise of Delores. "What a good boy, that's my baby," she said encouraging me. She chased the girls out as I continued to suck the nipple. Delores held the bottle with one hand and stroked my head with the other. I finally stopped whimpering and continued sucking my bottle with Delores's encouragement. I was actually feeling good that I pleased her. The feeling was momentary however as my head was so confused.

Delores replaced her hand with mine to hold the bottle and gently spoke. "If are going to act like a baby sweetheart, I'll have to treat you like one." "Now go ahead and finish that bottle completely and if you're dry in the morning you and Debbie can take turns in the big bed, ok?" she asked. I nodded yes, I think. The last thing I remember is her kissing me goodnight as I hungrily sucked my bottle.

The next morning I awoke laying on my stomach baffled as to where I was. My eyes focused on an empty baby bottle just inches from my face. It then came back to me where I was and could hear someone entering the room. I think Patty who reached two fingers under the leg band of my plastic pants and explained in a soft voice, "Soaked again," and indeed I was. I remained still to ashamed to move.

Several minutes later I heard Delores enter my bedroom. "Wake up sleepy head", she said cheerily as she playfully rubbed my diapered bottom. She then picked up the empty baby bottle. "My you drank it all gone, didn't you?" she asked if talking to a child. I smile affirmative. She then scooped me up out of the bed and stood me on the floor. "This pajama top is kinda of sticky." Let me find something else." In a minute she returned and grinned broadly at my sagging diaper. "Here put this on while you eat breakfast so you don't catch cold," said Delores as she was holding a shirt all bunched up to fit easily over my head. "Put your arms through," she said as I slipped into the garment. Delores then pulled it down over my head which I could then see was a baby doll nightie which dropped to the bottom of my plastic pants. "There, that's better," said Delores like it was the most natural thing for me to be dresses like that. She then slapped me on the butt and said, "Go eat, I've got cereal already poured for you. 

"What about my diapers," I said meekly. "I'll change you after breakfast, now run along." I could hardly walk with the heavy diaper and the thought of utter embarrassment from being seen by the girls. They giggled freely but were dressed the same as I except for the diapers.

That night when Delores called me and Debbie to bed I was diapered first. "You and Debbie can't take turns in the big bed until you have a dry night," she said chastising. I looked at the old crib which I could almost stretch out completely in and noticed that it had been adjusted. The mattress part was put much lower, only about one foot from the ground. She placed me in it and pulled the railing up till I heard it lock. "They don't make them like this anymore," said Delores as she produced another bottle and placed it in my mouth. "Cmon you know how," she urged. And I did. I nursed my bottle while she put Debbie's pajamas on. "No more diapers for my big girl." Debbie smiled with delight. "This is my bed," said Debbie proudly as her mom agreed. "Is that Paul's bed," the three year old asked. "Yes honey, the crib is Paul's bed," her mom answered sincerely. "He can have my diapers too mommy," she added. "That's nice to share sweetheart, we'll let Paul wear them ok." "Ok, mom, he needs them," answered Debbie. Delores smiled and kissed us goodnight and I sucked my bottle in my diapers and baby doll top.

The next morning was soon upon us. When I awoke Delores was already half through changing my diaper. It was still very early and Delores explained that she had some errands to run before the girls got up. Today was going to be a very busy day she said. "I won't have time to get you up and make your breakfast," said Delores. "Here, this will take care of you until I return," and she produced another bottle for me to suck. It was different, very very sweet and my expression showed my surfice. "It's formula dear, I'm all out of milk. Just keep drinking, its very good for you," and as I did I noticed for the first time I had been changed from a wet diaper to a clean diaper. I felt like crying and rolled over as Delores locked the railing in place.

She returned a couple of hours later and entered my room to find me awake peeping through the bars of my crib. "Good morning", she said as she lowered the railing of my baby cage. "Yes," I answered and she smiled her approval. Delores reached down and felt my diaper. "Good, I thing I put a dry diaper on you, your all wet," and pinched my nose.

Delores removed my wet diaper and baby pants and asked me if I was going to start acting my age. I eagerly said yes. She said that was good because she was very busy and needed to get work done for her job and had housework and grocery shopping to do. I got on my jeans and headed to the kitchen for some toast. 
Several hours later while Kathy was watering some flowers Leslie, Patty and I were wrestling around outside. Dolores told us to go outside so she wouldn't be disturbed. Patty and Leslie got on top of me and started tickling me like crazy. I begged them to stop through my laughter. This went on for about 10 minutes straight and when they let me up we realized that I had wet my pants a little. Anyone would have under those circumstances. They laughed calling me "baby" and "wet pants." I swore at them loudly so Patty sprayed me with the hose a little. I ran onto the porch and really started yelling at them. Kathy took the hose and went around the side of the house. "What is going on here," yelled Delores from just behind me. We all froze. "Paul wet his pants," shouted Patty quickly. "Yeah," chimed in Leslie. I spun around and said, "That's not true," but Delores's eyes got big as she saw the large wet spots on the front of my jeans. She acted quickly as my protests were interrupted by her tugging me into the house by me ear.

Into the nursery we went. As she was stripping the wet pants from me which were mostly wet from the hose, I tried to explain but she would not listen. She held up my white jockey shorts to my face and said, "Hose water would make your shorts yellow and smelly would they Paul." I had no answer. "Only pee pee will Paul," she said angrily. I they began an all out sob as she placed me in the crib and replaced my undershorts with 2 diapers and plastic pants. "Time for a nap," she said and locked the railing in place. I cried long and loud and Delores was becoming upset. She came back to my crib with a toddler pacifier and a length of ribbon. "Open up baby," she said calmly, and as I received the pacifier in my mouth I would suck a few times then let out a wail. In just a few minutes the wails came less often with Delores's approval. "That's it, that's how you do it," she coached. I was soon done crying and sucking the pacifier on my way to a nap.

About an hour later I awoke and called for Delores. I began to take the pacifier off over my head. "You better leave that on, just in case." Just in case what I thought, but knew better than to argue. She then lifted me our of the crib and told me I could go out and play after she had seen I was still dry. She then picked up my socks and shoes and started putting them on me. "What about my pants," I asked. "I only have a couple of changes of clothes clean for you and I don't know if I'll get to it today. Besides I only have 2 diapers on you and I can't take the chance of your wetting through your baby pants." She still seemed so I just didn't argue. Delores held the door open while I took my first steps outside in just a diaper and shirt.

The girls just kind of looked stunned as I emerged from the house with the pacifier hanging around my neck. Delores quickly returned to her work and I just stood on the porch in front of the door. The girls laughed like crazy for awhile. I eventually got enough nerve to sit on the top step while I watched them play. "C'mom Paul let's play kickball," they asked. But I shook my head no. But they kept urging. "C'mom Paul it will be allright, no one will see you," they asked nicely. They needed a fourth so I eventually gave in. After about 20 minutes I forgot all about my baby look and was having lots of fun. My diapers weren't mentioned and after I tucked my pacifier in my shirt we played just as we always had. 

I was having a great time when Carol the lady in the other cottage came home with her baby. "Hi girls," she said happily. "Hi Paul", she said to me as she stopped in her tracks and looked at my attire. "Why Paul," I didn't know you were still in diapers." I just hung my head and began to tear up." "Don't worry honey," she said. "I think you look adorable. I won't tell anybody," she whispered. She smiled a reassuring smile and went to visit Delores before she went home. I liked Carol, she often invited us kids in for soda and bakery. Sure enough a few minutes after Carol went home she called to us kids to come over for some soda and popcorn. We all charged into her house and after the three girls took their soda I noticed there was not one for me. Just then Carol returned from the stove testing a bottle for temperature. "What about me," I cried. "I've got yours right here Paul," she said referring to the bottle. My dejected look told my frustration. "I'm sorry honey," she said, but Delores told me your use to formula and should have this." "C'mon lets join the girls in the living room. Would this nightmare not end I thought.

She led me to the tiny living room where there was only a couch covered with laundry, a TV, a playpen and the 3 girls sprawled all over the floor. As she held me by the hand she tried to find a place to sit me. There wasn't any room, it was a very small cottage. Just then she smiled at me and said, "come on, I've got a place for you." She took me by the hand to the playpen. She lowered the side and pulled me into it. "You'll have lots room in here and if you drip while nursing it won't stain the carpet." I started to cry a little until Carol placed the bottle of warm formula in my mouth. She pulled up the side and said, "call me when your done honey." The girls looked over to see me in the pen, but barely made anything of it. They were becoming use to me as a baby. I sat drinking until my bottle got low and then laid down to finish. Just before I was done Delores came over and smiled when she saw me. "We've got some places to go girls so if you want to play for awhile you better do it now." I set up in the playpen and Carol noticed and let the side down for me.

The girls said, "c'mon lets go." I stepped out of the playpen and asked Carol if I could use the bathroom. Carol stuck her fingers inside the leg of my baby pants and felt me between the crotch. "He's dry," she said to Delores. Delores put her hand on my head and said, "Paul, what to baby's wear?" "Diaper," I answered softly. "And what to they do to their diapers," she continued. "They wet them," I squeaked. "When your in diapers baby, you use them too, ok?" she asked. I understood. I then ran out to play with the girls as Carol grinned merrily.

After about 15 minutes I couldn't hold it anymore and wet my diapers as I was told. I few minutes late Patty noticed my sagging diaper and just yelled in the direction of the cottage, "Mom, Paul needs his diaper changed." Delores then appeared at the door, "come to the nursery Paul." I did as I was told and after changing me and putting some salve on to protect me against diaper rash Delores gave me underpants and a shirt to wear. When we went out I could barely get the pants on over my diaper.

We then all went to the grocery store after which we were all starved. We headed for McDonalds and arrived at the same time 2 busloads of high school students. We sat down and munched our food down. It felt strange wearing a diaper in public, but no one except us even though there were students everywhere. Suddenly I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I whispered to Delores that I had to go really bad. "Just go," she said. "Your clothes are protected." "No," I said, "number two!" "Oh," she exclaimed. Delores, realizing the situation. "Do you think you can take the diaper of and put it back on?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "But I've got to go bad, I'll try."

I got up and turned the corner to the boys room. There was 6 guys standing outside of it, but I went in anyway. There was only one stall with 5 more guys waiting inside. I began to panic and perspire. The ache in my stomach was getting worse I felt like crying. I left the men's room and headed back to our table. "What's wrong," asked Delores as the two young girls went to the little McDonalds playground. She saw the panic in my face as I explained. She rose from the table and took me by the hand the led me towards the bathrooms. She seen the lines outside and looked at me. "Your too big for me to take to the lady's room." Delores then took me towards the playground. Some of the girls that were on the bus heard this statement and looked at me holding onto Delores with one hand and clutching my bottom with the other. Then immediately realized the situation. "He's going to mess his pants," said one of the girls. "No her won't," said another. "Can't you see how bulging his pants are?" "He's going to mess his diapers," she finished. "Poor baby". I heard as we entered the playground. I was not frightened more than anything. I had never had this happen to me before.

Delores calmly sat down on a chair outside and stood me in between her legs as she talked gently to me. "Don't worry Paul," she assured me, everything will be fine. Just be glad you have a diaper and plastic pants on. What a mess it would be if you didn't." Her words made sense, but how did it get to this point, I thought. She turned to me around and said to look at the girls to try to relax me. "I'm sacred," I said as I face her, again looking straight into her face. "Don't be afraid honey," she said. "Babies poop their pants all the time. "But," I started as she put a finger to my lips and begged me, "shush now." "Just let it happen honey. You'll feel better after you fill you diapers." A tear rolled from my cheek as I heard, "relax, relax," as she gently rubbed my padded rear end.

All at once it happened. In one instant it all rambled out of me. Delores knew I was filling my diaper and moved her hand lower on my rear end and pressed a little finger to feel the diaper fill up. When so no longer felt the diaper expanding, she knew I was done. "That's a good baby," she said softly in my ear still holding me close. She then felt my bottom once more and stood me out from her. "See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Delores was really enthusiastic in her demeanor and genuinely proud of my accomplishment. "No," I said with a smile to make her feel good. "That's right," she said loudly and happily. "Lets see what the girls are up to."

As we turned I could see the girls from the bus had watched the whole incident and knew what transpired. They giggled gleefully. I took my first step with my full diaper and did not like the feeling at all. Delores pulled me playfully around the park to get my mind off of my poopy pants. It worked. When Delores told me to go down the slide I didn't think twice until I sat down to slide. What a messy feeling. We then had to walk by those girls from the bus on the way to our table. I then felt very ashamed.

"What did you do about Paul, mom?" asked Patty. "The same thing I did with all of you when you wore diapers," she answered. "Oh my gosh," laughed Patty. Delores gave her a stern look and she stopped.

Well we had two more stops after we ate and after the first one Delores announced that before we went to the drug store that she was going to change me in the car. She asked Patty to give her a hand. I had to lay down in the back seat while they tried to pull off my pants. It was very difficult and in the process puled off one shoe and ripped the bottom off my pants. "Too bad he's not a girl or could just lift up his dress and pull his plastic pants off like we used to do with Kathy and Debbie." "Hey mom," Patty asked. "Yes Patty, it sure would be."

They finally got my pants off and proceeded to change my diaper. "Does Patty have to be here", I asked. "I've changed lots of stinky pants," Patty answered. Delores knew she was right and didn't bother to answer. "Boy this is worse than I thought with these cloth diapers," said Delores. She hadn't anticipated me pooping my pants so she didn't bring any wipes or salve, or powder, just a clean change. Delores didn't know what to do with the soiled diapers. She put them in a plastic bag and decided to throw them out rather than carry them around in the car. After almost 15 minutes I had to get out of the car top put my pants back on right when the girls were leaving the store. "Bye little boy", they chided. Delores not ticked at the time we spent and wasting two diapers made it worse. I still had a dirty bottom but not really as bad.

Patty and her mom shopped in the drug store for about 20 minutes. I stayed with the other girls in the car and was surprised at a comment Patty had made while her mom changed me in the car. "This diaper is heavy," she said putting it into the plastic bag. I had soaked the diaper too, but when I thought. Just then the door opened and Patty and her mom came back with several packages. "Lets go home," she said.

It was already late so I jumped in the tub as soon as we got home. We were all going to bed early because Dolores surprised us with the news the that we were going to Six Flags theme park that just opened up about an hours drive from our house. I was so excited I barely protested when Dolores started getting me ready for bed while the girls were in the nursery. She put diaper rash cream on we while they all stood by my crib chattering with their mother. Leslie stuck my regular night time bottle matter of factly in my mouth and I listened to them talk not even noticing. "Patty go get a Pamper from that box of disposables we bought today," asked Delores. "Pampers! For me?" I removed the bottle from my mouth as Delores fanned the disposable open. I was about to protest when Delores said, "I don't want to ruining any more cloth diapers on you young man." She easily tapped on the Pamper and told me to sit up for my baby doll top. As I sat up the Pamper crinkled loudly. "Boy are they noisy," said Kathy, interrupting the excitement of tomorrows trip. And boy were they ever noisy. Delores just put my nighty on and my pacifier. She told me to get right to sleep because we had to get up early.

Very early in the morning I was vaguely aware of someone changing my diaper. As the last tape was attached I could see it was Patty. I began to stir and Patty pressed the pacifier through my lips. I sucked on it easily. "Paul's awake," I heard her say to her mother. "Patty can you please make him a bottle, he's probably hungry." "Ok mom," she said. How humiliating. I was now thought of as a complete baby as I heard Delores add, "that will keep him busy while we get things ready. Was I that bad I wondered. My thoughts were interrupted by Patty. "Here you go little one." "Mom says you have to finish quickly." That was no problem I was hungry. When I was done Delores came in and bid me good morning. I could hear the girls had gone outside. "Are you ready for Six Flags," she asked. "You bet," I yelled back. Delores lifted me from the crib and inspected my Pamper to make sure Patty had done a good job. She did.

Delores sat me down on the edge of the bed and left the room. She returned with a stack of clothes and set them on the bed. "I want to have a talk with you Paul. I've got some special clothes for you to wear honey," she said. I had a puzzled look on my face. Delores continued, now you can either wear these clothes and come to Six Flags and have a wonderful time or you can stay with Carol for the day." "I want to go," I said quickly not thinking of the implications. Delores hugged me. "I thought you would," she said. Delores then stood me up and removed my baby doll. She then produced what I thought was a white shirt, but she put in on backwards and started buttoning it in the back. Not too bad yet I thought. She then put on long stockings that came up to my knees. Then she held up a powder blue dress that flared at the bottom. "A dress," I screeched. "A jumper," Delores countered. "I won't wear it," I said as I started to cry. "Fine," said Delores, "you can stay with Carol. I flopped down on the bed balling my eyes out. Delores left the room as I cried harder.

A few minutes later Delores felt bad and came back to me. "Paul sit up now," and when my crying stopped she began to talk. "Do you remember what happened at Mc Donalds when the bathrooms were full?" "I said I couldn't take you to the ladies room because you were too big." I began to listen close now. "Well this way it doesn't matter how big you are. In this jumper I can take you to any ladies room, right?" "Well I guess so," I said. Her logic seemed right. "Of course," she continued and "then you won't have to worry about taking your diapers off and on." "I'll do it for you." "Besides those Pampers are hard to get off without ripping. Wouldn't you rather I was there to help?" "Well sure, I guess so," I said agreeably. She went on, "and do you remember how hard it was to change you in the care with you big boy pants on and those girls saw you?" "Yes," I answered. "Do you want that to happen again?" she asked. "No," I said quickly. "Wouldn't it be much easier to lift your jumper and change you, one, two, three." "Yes I guess so." It all seemed to make good sense. "Well sweetheart do you want to wear the jumper," Delores asked sweetly. "Sure," I said. Did I really say that? Delores hugged me and spanked my bottom playfully. "Good honey, I thought you would," she beamed.

She told me to lift my arms up over my head and she dropped the powder blue dress into place. She straightened and smoothed it and said, "see that wasn't so bad." She stood back and said you really do look adorable is Leslie's jumper. I thought it might be a tad too big." Big I thought, it didn't even come down to my knees. "We have to do something about your hair though." Delores took my by the hand and led me to the bathroom. My hair was fairly long and blond and while I sat on the toilet she placed a bag full of stuff on my lap. She then pulled a curling iron out and some gel. As she waited for the iron to heat up she thought out loud what to do with my hair. 

As she began to curl and gel my hair I stayed busy exploring the contents of the bag I was holding. After about 10 minutes Delores took a brush and styled my new curls. She stood back and smiled at me then she looked down at my hands. "You're too your for that," she teased as she took the mascara from my hands. "But you can have a little of this," as she proceeded to put a little lipstick on my lips. "You are really beautiful Paul," she remarked. 
"Paul
just doesn't sound right. How about we call you Paula just for today, ok honey?" I was nodded my approval as I stared at the reflection of Paula in the mirror. We headed out of the bathroom and I noticed how noisy the Pampers were. "These diapers are so noisy," I said. "I'll take some plastic pants along, maybe we'll put them over your diaper later if is still bothers you." Her tone was reassuring.

Just then the girls came back into the house and couldn't believe their eyes. "I don't believe it," Patty said. "He's so pretty mom." "Paul looks great," said Leslie. "Lets call her Paula for today," said their mom. They all laughed and I cussed Patty. To think I had a crush on her just a month ago. "How dare you talk like that," said Delores. "Kathy, Paula's pacifier is hanging on the crib, please get it for me." Kathy did as she was told and Delores put it over my head and slipped it between my pink parted lips. As we walked to the car she passed Carol in the yard. She stared at me for a few steps before she walked over by me. "Oh my," she explained. "Who is this precious little darling?" "That's Paula," answered Delores. "Why has she got the pacifier?" asked Carol. "Because he said a naughty word," answered Leslie. "Oh the poor thing." And as she pulled the pacifier from my mouth she asked, "Can you hi to Auntie Carol?" I answered as she replaced my pacifier and patted my butt. The noise made her lift my jumper. "Where did you find Pampers big enough for him," she asked. "At the pharmacy," replied Delores. "Well if you ever need a sitter you just let me know Delores," said Carol as she shuffled to the car.

At the admissions window the high school girl looked at all of us and said to Delores, "just you and the 4 girls m'am." Four girls, the words gut me like a knife. "Yes, 4 girls," answered Delores as she paid for the tickets and we entered the park. Shortly after we reached the park and due in part to the long car ride all the girls headed for the girls bathroom. Delores reached under my jumper and felt in between my legs to discover what I already knew, I was wet. "C'mom sweetheart" she said and off to the girls room we went also. Delores had packed a bag and I knew it was for me. Once inside i girls room stall she told me to lift up my jumper. She then un-taped the wet Pampers and it fell to the floor when I squatted slightly. Delores then had me hold the clean Pampers tight to my tummy while she brought it through my legs and around my rear end. One tape tab and then two and we were quickly done. "Now wasn't that nice and easy" smiled Delores. I readily agreed. She then wrapped up my used diaper. "Boy is this diaper heavy" explained Delores. "Your becoming a heavy wetter, baby." I just blushed at the comment.

Quick as can be we were out of the girls room and enjoying the thrills of the amusement park and I thought to myself how much easier diaper changes were with me in a dress.

We went on many rides during the morning and ate cotton candy and hot dogs and had soda to drink. After a couple of hours I was oblivious to my girlish look even though Patty, Leslie and Kathy had shorts and shirts on. Delores was getting tired so she stayed at a small picnic area where she could rest on a blanket she brought while us kids went on more rides. Patty ran into some girls she knew from school and introduced me as her cousin Paula. They had no idea I was a boy. One really embarrassing moment came in a ride called the Clifthanger. On this ride the whole room spins around real fast, then the floor drops and you're pinned to the wall by gravitational force. Wee, when the floor dropped everybody slide down about a foot and stuck to the wall. When this happened my dress stayed put as I slid exposing the front of my Pampers. I could hear people laughing on top who were watching, but was helpless to pull down my dress. After what seemed like an eternity the ride stopped and I hurried to get out of there.

All of a sudden a nice looking lady grabbed my shoulder and introduced me to her daughter Tammy. She was about 9 or 10 and told me I was very pretty and not to be embarrassed cause my mom kept me in diapers. She went on to say how Tammy wore them also because of an accident while biking. I just smiled and didn't say anything. I was sick to my stomach from the ride and afraid I was going to throw up. Patty rescued me and we moved on, however, the urge to throw up had given way to the urge to poop. "Patty," I whispered, "I have to go number 2." "So go," she said without thinking twice. "Please Patty take me to the girls room." "I'm not," she said. "What if we can't tape the Pamper back on you, you better get mom." Again in panic I hurried to find Delores, running all the way. "Slow down" said a security person, so I did. It was no use. As I walked I filled my diaper with relative ease. My face became red and hot as I struggled to reach the picnic area.

Delores saw me coming and could tell by my walk that I had a full diaper. "Did you poo poo in your pants again?" asked Delores surprisingly. "Why didn't you tell Patty you were going to mess your diaper." She began to lay me on the blanket while through tears I explained that Patty was afraid she would up the Pamper to sit me on the toilet and that she didn't have a clean one, and on and on I went until before I knew it I was all clean and changed in a new Pamper. I kept rambling until Delores put a finger to my lips and said, "Boy I'm sorry I asked." Paula, she said with a concerned look on her face. I thinks its time you just rely on your diapers for potty, don't you, especially for today. I know you'll wet them, but when you have to poop just fill your pants. Rather than getting all upset and crying and worrying just learn to use them as you should. She continued now holding me close. "It's the most natural and healthy thing in the world for a baby to to fill her pants and wet her diapers." "But" I started to say before she shushed me. "You just run along and join the other girls", she said. Other girls, I thought. "And we'll talk about getting those diapers off tomorrow if your good today. "Ok" I shouted and sprinted off to meet the other girls. "Come back in a half hour and we'll eat lunch", I heard Delores yell as I ran.

A half hour later we were back. It was very hot and everyone was thirsty and tired. We all ate and then relaxed. I was very tired and started to doze. "You girls run along and while Paula takes a nap," said Delores. I immediately sat up, but Delores said, "your used to our afternoon nap, you just stay down for an hour", she ordered. But first stand up and when I did in one swift motion she pulled my jumper off inside out over my head. "We don't want you getting all wrinkled", she added. I immediately laid down to avoid being seen, but noticed that lady with her daughter Tammy picnicking nearby. Delores then inserted the pacifier in my mouth and I sucked it and fell asleep. The sucking actually helped me sleep, I think.

About an hour later I could hear voices and realized it was Delores and Tammy's mom talking. "Does she always take a pacifier said Donna, Tammy's mother. "It helps her sleep." I bet said Donna. "She's such a darling" she said rubbing my Pamper. "Oh oh, I think Paula needs to be changed, said Donna. "That's ok, I'm getting her up now anyway, Delores answered. "Well, I'll talk to you later, said Donna. "Yes lets, said Delores.

Delores change my pants, dressed me and I went to find the girls. We had a great time and about an hour before dark we went on the log ride. It was great and we all got soaked. I was also soaked inside, but barely gave it a thought. We stood shivering now and headed back to Delores for a change of clothes. All the girls changed while I stood shivering. Delores suddenly looked at me and gasped. "I didn't bring any clothes for you Paula." She seen how cold I was and started to remove my jumper and blouse, everything. "As long as your at it mom you better change her diaper as well." Delores looked at my Pamper and readily agreed and quickly changed me with a blanket.

The girls said they'd be by the roller coaster and I should meet them there. There was still a couple of hours yet to go. Donna had overheard our problem and volunteered Tammy's pink fuzzy sweater and some long white stockings. Delores thanked her gratefully and they found out she lived close to our house and could keep them all night and return them the next day. Delores then produced and extra t-shirt that she had brought and put it on me along with the sweater and stockings that rose to my thighs.

Delores and Donna looked at each other and started to giggle as did Tammy. I started to cry. Delores then put on my plastic pants that was a little better. I said I didn't want to go on rides anymore, but Delores insisted and said she would go with me. What a sight I was and how humiliated. We stuck more to the kiddie rides thought because one of ride operators thought I was too young for the bigger rides. In every ride some mother would comment on my outfit or tell Delores how cute I was. I was now very nervous and clung to Delores constantly. When it was time to go we made one more trip to the girls room. When we walked in Leslie noticed it had a baby changing station and said, "Hey mom, why not change him over there." "Good idea", said Delores. "I have to put something on so he won't get a diaper rash and I can't do that standing up." Delores put me on the table and rubbed the salve all around pushing my legs back over my head. Just as Delores taped on the Pamper another mother walked in and stood waiting for the table. "Baby's get older and bigger now don't they" she said to Delores. "You're not kidding, she answered.

Once in the car we all started dozing except Patty and Delores. I was starting to feel hot and started moaning a bit. "Patty give Paul his pacifier", said Delores and as she did she felt my face. "I think he's getting sick", she said to her mom. "We'll be home soon" she said as I feel asleep.

In the house I felt myself being lowered into my crib. I laid half asleep sucking my pacifier as my baby pants came off and the diaper un-taped. My legs were lifted in the air and I felt mor salve then a little thing in my rear end. I was exhausted and feel asleep. I then woke up heaving. Patty yelled, "He's got a 101 mom." It then dawned on me she took my temperature in my butt. Delores then gave me a night bottle and told Patty to get Kathy's sleeper. Delores changed my diaper and proceeded to place me in the footed sleeper. "We have to keep him warm tonight," she said. I completely zonked out from the days activities.

In the morning I woke as Delores came into the room aware of my thumb between my lips. "Good morning sleepy head," she cooed. "Her" she said as she put the pacifier in my mouth. "You don't want to suck on that yucky thumb. That's why babies have pacifiers. Your really becoming one you know." Delores proceeded to take off the sleeper. Down came the plastic pants. "Oh oh!" cried Delores. "I smell stinky pants" as she pinched my nose. "Did my little boy go poo poo" she said while tickling me. "Yes he did, yes he did," she said over and over again as I laughed through my pacifier. "What a good boy" she continued as I smiled glad that I made her happy. "Not even a cry or a whimper" she went on. "You know how to fill your pants now don't you, don't you," she kept saying while tickling again. "Yes, yes," I cried over and over while laughing. Patty then came in with a morning bottle. "Paula messed her diaper without even crying" said Delores. "What a good baby" said Patty. "Let me see," as she raised my leg in the air and peeked into the dirty Pamper. "I don't believe it" she said with a smile and then left the bedroom. I smiled and sucked not knowing why.

After I was cleaned up Delores said, "Paul I'm going to have to keep you in diapers honey, its for your own good. A boy your age filling your pants. It was cute for awhile Paul, but now its a matter of necessity. It's clear from you you pooped up the morning diaper and your messy accidents at Six Flags that you Pampers," she said. I was now crying uncontrollably. "Look at you" she continued. "You cry like a baby, wet your pants, you holding a bottle of formula right now, you've even started sucking your thumb," declared Delores. Tears rolled down my face. "Wha wha, that's all you do is cry," she said. Delores than rummaged through Debbie's drawer and produced a bonnet which she put on my head and adjusted the curls in front. Then she put on some booties and mittens she said were just made for me. "That's better," she said. Just then I heard Carol at the door. "We're in the nursery" said Delores and she soon joined us there. Carol then asked Delores if she had a breast pump. She went on to explain that her baby was sick and would have to have special milk for a couple of weeks. Delores then kiddingly said, "well Paul hasn't eaten yet." They both laughed at first but then Carol said "Would you mind if I fed him. It's just going to waste otherwise." "Why no not at all" answered Delores as long as I can watch. Sure she said.

"No, no," I cried. "Quite" said Delores sharply. "By the way I brought over the extra high chair you wanted Delores" said Carol. "Good, he needs one," she answered. I couldn't believe my ears. Delores then lifted me from the crib. "Leave your bottle here" she ordered. We began to walk to the living room when Carol said, "Delores babies don't walk." That's right she answered. "Paula from now on you crawl wherever you go, do you understand." I couldn't answer cause I was crying and just dropped to my knees.

Carol positioned herself on the rocker and patted her lap for me to come up. I did as I was told and she craddled me in her arms after putting my pacifier in my mouth. "Rock a bye Baby" she began to sing over my cries. Carol was a big woman. She had no problem handling me. She then unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her nursing bra to reveal a massive breast. "Come on baby," she cooed, time to eat now." She removed my pacifier and moved my head into position. I turned my head to resist but she was strong. "Do you want a spank Paula," said Delores. I then took the nipple in my mouth. "Just pretend it's your bottle now little boy," said Carol. I did as I was told. "Good boy, that's it, suck a little harder now you won't hurt me," said Carol. I sucked hungrily as the two women began talking. We rocked as they talked about anything and everything not even noticing I was there.

All the girls walked in and gasped at the sight. They all laughed which started my tears again. "Stop it girls," said Delores, "you'll disturb the baby," said Delores. She went on to explain that Carol's baby was sick and couldn't nurse for awhile so Paul would nurse like the baby so Carol would keep producing milk. "How often" asked Patty. "Oh about every 2- 3 hours answered Carol. I couldn't believe this. Why was this happening. Patty, hone got get me a cloth diaper from the nursery, Paula's drooling a little, said Carol. As Patty returned with the diaper she said, "He'll probably get better with practice. I'm sure of it answered Carol. I was getting full when Carol switched to the other breast. They were so big. I couldn't eat anymore, but I continued. Carol began to hum as we rocked. I could feel myself falling asleep again.

I later awoke in the crib aware of a heavy diaper between my legs. Delores I called, but Carol came in. She expertly changed my wet pants and made me crawl into the kitchen. She locked me in the high chair and placed some baby cereal in front of me. After we feed you this you can have some mama's milk to wash it down. Again she fed me in the rocking chair till the point when I was wet before I got off her lap. Carol said I'll change you after you fill your pants. She knew from taking care of baby's that it wouldn't be much longer. As I crawled around the floor Carol would feel me between the legs or peer inside my leg openings to see if I was dirty. All of a sudden I felt the need to go. Please Carol, let me go potty I said pleadingly. "You can go potty, honey, go potty in your pants. I begged but to no avail. Carol was becoming impatient. She put me back on her lap as my pleading continued. To shut me up she put her nipple in my my mouth and put her hand on the bottom of my diapers.

We rocked for only ten minutes before it happened. Carol smiled and set me down. She went into the nursery and came back with plastic pants. I thought she was going to change my diaper but she just put them on over my wet messy diaper and said, "Delores and the girls won't be home for an hour.

That night the crib was moved over to Carol's house in time for my 8:30 bedtime. It was put up in Carol's baby's room with the other crib. One on one side of the nursery and mine on the other side. At 8:00 Carol's baby Tammy was put to bed, after which Carol summoned me to the rocking chair in the living room. There she craddled me in her arms before sitting down. Carol placed my pacifier in my mouth while she got comfortable. After about 5 minutes she slipped her baggy sweater off her shoulder and removed her breast from her nursing bra. Carol then popped my pacifier out and turned my head and positioned her nipple in my mouth. "This will fill that little tummy up Paula." I thought to myself I didn't like that. I wasn't in a dress. This formula is much better for you than the canned stuff. Thata boy, eat up baby as she began to hum.

I don't know how long or how much I nursed but when I woke up I was in my crib. There was some noise and I felt my diaper being changed. What time is it I asked. Almost midnight answered Carol. What's wrong I asked. Nothing said Carol laughingly. It's time for you two babies to eat. Carol then went over to Tammy who by now was crying. She changed her diaper and gave her a bottle of that special formula. You had dirty pants and wet besides, that's what was wrong. Oh, sweetheart said Carol to her baby. See Paul she said to me You can learn a lot from Tammy, when you need your dirty diapers changed all you have to do is cry out loud and auntie Carol will change you. I wasn't going to do that but I unconsciously located my pacifier and began sucking on it. You are hungry Carol said and lifted me from the crib and sat down in the rocker which she had moved into the nursery. After filling me with mother's milk she placed me back in the crib and attached Tammy's mobile to help me fall back to sleep.

This whole process was repeated at 3:30 in the morning when Tammy's crying woke me up. I was thoroughly soaked so I was changed and fed. At about 6:00 I awoke because I felt the urge to poop. I was very nervous and scared. I began sucking on my pacifier faster as I just filled my diaper up. I wanted my Pamper changed right away but had to wait till Tammy woke up and started crying much later.

When Carol turned me over and discovered my messy pants she just smiled and cleaned me up. I then had to crawl to the kitchen to see two high chairs side by side with identical bowls and spoons and bibs. I had to sit in the high chair was bibbed and fed alternate spoonfuls of some awful baby cereal which Carol made sure to smear all over my face. She didn't even clean it off when she was done. Carol gave Tammy her bottle and then nursed me.

So, three hours later after Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers it was the same routine. At 11;30 it was time for a nap and Carol produced a really sissy looking pink Miss Piggy nighty. She dropped it on over my head I begged her to let me wear something else. Don't be silly Paula, you look adorable. This caused me to tear up and she quickly placed her nipple in my mouth so I wouldn't start crying. When her breasts were empty Carol pacified me and turned on my mobile.

I easily fell asleep. When I began to wake I heard noises in the room. I opened my eyes to see Carol and all the girls in the room. Paula's awake said Patty. Could you please check his diaper asked Carol. Patty began to untape my Pamper and when she pulled it down in front, oh oh said Patty. He pooped his pants. Again, said Carol. I couldn't believe it. I filled my diaper without even knowing. I'll change him said Patty. No! No, I cried as Carol scolded me and said babies don't have much to say about that, so Patty cleaned me up and stayed with the other girls to watch Carol sit on the chair in front of both high chairs and feed me baby food in my bibbed Miss Piggy nightie. The girls got a kick our of seeing all the food all over my face. They stayed especially to watch me nurse which I was now getting quite good at and accustomed to. I was actually looking forward to my feedings because I being a much bigger baby needed food and seeing as I wasn't getting much I nursed begrudgingly. I had to rely on Carol's breast milk.

The rest of the night was the same except that at about 3;00 am I woke up aware of a full diaper. I waited for about a half hour but couldn't stand it anymore. I was getting very frustrated and started calling softly for Carol. I didn't want to wake Tammy. After about 15 more minutes I started to become very anxious and knelt up in my crib. I was so confused and depressed I just started whimpering and put my head down on the crib railing. It wasn't long before I was sobbing. I don't know how much time went by but the next thing I knew I felt a hand on the back of my Pamper. "What's a matter little boy,' she said. "Oh I see," she continued. "You got stinky pants." I was still crying and she gave me my pacifier. "Let me fix you up," she said sweetly, as she gently and lovingly changed me and fed me. I kind of like the attention actually. We started to rock then. "You learned so god baby." "See you started crying and auntie Carol came and took care of you. "Your such a good little baby aren't' you?" I shook my head yes not wanting to disturb the flow from the breast to my mouth.

The next night I learned something from Tammy. I awoke in the middle of the night starving. Not knowing what to do I just started whining and crying. When Carol came in she reached for my diaper and found no reason to change me. At the same time I instinctively reached for Carol's breast. "Oh, that's it," she said with a smile. I continued to try to get the nipple in my mouth while she stroked my head. I finally succeeded as Carol held my head firm. "That's my boy, that's my boy," she said as I nursed kneeling in my crib while Carol stood next to it. From that point on I learned to cry for anything I needed. A clean diaper, formula, my pacifier out of reach, food, anything at all. "You really are an infant now," said Carol. I think we should keep you like this always."