“Mom,” I called downstairs, “I don’t have any underwear!”

A few moments later my mom was standing in my doorway looking at me. I was late for breakfast having ignored my sister the first time she told me to get up and now my sisters were downstairs eating while I was still wearing my pajamas.

“What’s all over your floor,” my mom said while she glared at me.

“Dirty clothes,” I said.

“So,” she said sternly, “you do have underwear - only they are all dirty as you haven’t put them in the hamper like I’ve told you to do a hundred times.”

She told me to put my dirty clothes in the hamper as she turned and walked away from my door. I quickly scooped up some of my clothes and three trips to hamper later had my floor cleared of clothes and my mom back in my doorway.

“Here,” she said holding out something pink in her hand.

“What’s this,” reaching out my hand to take what I could clearly see was a pair of pink panties.

“Clean underwear,” she stated, a frown on her face.

“I can’t wear panties,” I exclaimed while I felt a burning feeling spreading across my cheeks.

“You can and you will,” my mom said flatly, “or you will be wearing nothing at all.”

“You mean no underwear,” I asked her thinking that would be way better than wearing my sister’s panties?

“No,” she said, “I mean nothing. No clothes. Bare naked.”

“Oh,” I said trying to think of some way out of putting on pink, girl’s panties.

“Now,” she ordered.

“With you here,” I asked meekly?

“I’ve seen it all before,” she said and I heard the annoyance in her voice.

I was eight years old and I honestly could not remember the last time I’d been undressed in front of my mother. I was the only boy in a house of girls. My mom, my older sister Amy, and my younger sister, Patty. With all girls, I had kept my modesty intact. I never had let my sisters see me naked and keeping myself private from my mom for as long as I could remember, so I was extremely hesitant to undress in front of my mom.

I turned my back and pulled off my pajama top and then as fast as I could, I pulled down my pants and underwear together. Naked, I snatched the panties up my legs to cover my bare bottom from my mom’s gaze.

“Here,” my mom said from behind me, “these too.”

I turned and saw that my mom was blurry from the tears forming in my eyes. I grabbed the object from her hands. It was a pair of white shorts and I quickly pulled them up my legs to hide the panties I was wearing. The tears in my eyes kept me from seeing that the pink of the panties was clearly visible through the thin white material of the shorts. I finished dressing by putting on one of my own shirts, my socks and shoes, and then I headed down the stairs to have my breakfast.

My sisters ignored me until I began climbing up onto the dining table’s chair then Amy burst out laughing.

“What,” Patty asked her smiling?

“He’s wearing your panties,” she said pointing at me.

“Am not,” I shouted at her.

“Yes, you are,” my mother corrected me as she came in with my breakfast.

I was horrified as Patty joined in laughing with Amy. Shame and anger fought within me as tears slid down my face. I couldn’t believe my mom had given me Patty’s panties to wear. I was small for my age, but Patty was only 4 and I would have thought I wouldn’t fit in her panties. When I had pulled them up I’d thought they were Amy’s and at least big girl panties.

“Mom,” I said crying, “make them stop!”

“I would, but I have laundry to do,” she stated and left me with my sisters.

My tears soon stopped but the food was like ashes in my mouth as I tried to eat.

I looked down and saw the pink color of the panties through the shorts. Mom had given me the white shorts on purpose. She’d wanted my sisters to see that I was wearing panties. I quietly ate my breakfast as the girls continued to giggle. I tried to ignore them because if they found out they were bothering me, they wouldn’t ever quit.

“Amy,” I heard my mom saying from the doorway, “I set up a playdate for your sister to play with Mrs. Johnson’s daughter down the street and I’m afraid I forgot I needed to take her to the doctor’s this morning to get her shots for school. After you eat, would you walk down there and let her know that I’ll reschedule?”

“Which sister,” Amy asked giggling and looking at me.

Patty burst out laughing and to my shock, my mom joined in laughing too. I knew Amy had been taking a dig at me, but I ignored her. I couldn’t believe Mom thought it was funny too.

I finished eating and, ignoring the laughter, asked mom if I could be excused.

“Yes. Go put your dishes in the sink,” my mom told me.

I climbed down from the chair and headed to the kitchen. As I was pushing past my mom in the doorway she reached out and ran her fingers across the top of my head.

“Your hair is getting so long,” she commented behind me.

I heard my mom talking to the girls behind me, but I couldn’t make out her words as I dropped my dishes in the sink.

“Come back when you’re done,” my mom called out.

I finished and went back and my mom told me to sit back down at the table. Amy walked past me toward the kitchen giggling and I climbed into my chair being self-conscious of the panties being on display again. As I sat there my mom rubbed her fingers through my hair again and again until Amy handed her something.

Mom started brushing my hair and I looked at my sisters who were both watching attentively. I couldn’t even remember the last time my mom had brushed my hair but it felt soothing and I found myself relaxing. I hadn’t even known I had been so tense, but as relaxed I wondered what had made mom decide to brush my hair.

Suddenly, my mom began tugging and pulling on my hair. Not hard. Not so much it hurt, but the pulls moved my head a bit and then the girls both started laughing. More pulls and tugs from my mom’s hands on the other side of my head while the girls both laughed with glee.

“What’s so funny,” I demanded!

“Almost done, pumpkin,” my mom said.

She hadn’t ever called me that before. My head felt weird and I couldn’t feel the hair on my neck or ears anymore.

“Your turn, Patty,” my mom said and I jumped down from the chair to run to see myself in a mirror.

Amy tried to follow me but I ran into the bathroom way ahead of her and I slammed the door and locked it behind me. I pulled the linen closet door open and looked horrified at the image I saw in the full length mirror. Mom had put my hair in PIGTAILS! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I reached up and touched one of the pink bows that were tied at the base of each pigtail. Except for my shirt, I looked like a girl.

Amy was knocking on the door and I barely heard her as my ears rang and my face burned with shame. I slowly shut the linen closet and unlocked the bathroom door. Amy opened it and looked at me. Amy reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Good thing you didn’t mess with your hair,” Amy said. “Mom would have been really mad.”

She pulled me along behind her into Patty’s room. I was having the worst day of my life and when Amy let go of my hand I simply stood there. Amy carefully pulled my shirt off and then, just as carefully, put a new one on me. I looked at the shirt. It was white to match my shorts and had puffed sleeves that ended with pink frills. There was an embroidered duck in the center of the shirt, just under my chest, and below the duck the shirt flared out to end in ruffles just below the top of my shorts.

To my surprise, Amy picked me up and put me down on Patty’s bed. She took off my socks and replaced them with some of Patty’s old socks that folded down and had lace around the top. It took Amy several tries to find a pair of Patty’s old shoes that fit me but she found some white shoes that buckled with a strap around my ankle.

“Come on, sis,” Amy said grabbing my hand. “Let’s go show mom how pretty you look!”

I ignored her calling me “Sis”. I didn’t want her to know that her teasing me would work.

I hadn’t fought Amy while she dressed me in Patty’s old clothes. My mom had made me wear panties and she’d put my hair in pigtails. Why would I think that Amy dressing me the rest of the way like a girl wasn’t something my mom had told her to do? I was looking down at my feet and trying not to trip as I walked in Patty’s shoes so I didn’t know my mom had seen me until I heard her gasp.

“Oh my God,” my mom practically whispered as she looked at me.

I thought for a second that Amy was going to be in trouble for dressing me up, but my mom began to giggle.

“Did you decide to change, dear,” my mom asked me?

I looked over at Amy slowly realizing it had been her idea the whole time and not my mom’s idea at all. She had a glint in her eye that made it clear she was enjoying every second of my shame.

“Yeah,” Amy said for me before I could say anything about how I’d been tricked, “she picked the blouse but I found the shoes and sockies.”

“I see,” my mom said smiling at me. “Well, I have to take Patty to the doctor now. You take good care of your new little sister for me.”

“I will, Mom,” Amy said gleefully.

My mom and Patty were out the door before I could argue that I hadn’t picked any blouse for myself.

“You lied,” I whined to Amy.

“Come on,” Amy said grabbing my hand, “I want to tell Mrs. Johnson about Patty so I can get back and watch my shows.”

“No way,” I practically shouted as I pulled back from her grip. “I’m not going out like this!”

“Yes,” she said looking me dead in the eyes, “you will.”

“I’m stronger than you,” I argued. “You can’t do anything.”

“I can call Debbie Green and ask her to come over and see my little brother,” she told me quietly.

My blood ran cold. I didn’t know many people in the town but I had a huge crush on Debbie. I thought of her seeing me dressed up like a girl. I thought about what my mom would do if she came back and I wasn’t dressed how she’d left me. Would I be in worse trouble? I realized I was tugging on one of my ponytails in my excitement.

“Come on,” Amy said, grabbing my hand.

It was so hard making my feet move. Amy tugged and I debated fighting her or giving in to her. It was all wrong. I couldn’t go out dressed up like a girl! I just couldn’t and then we were at the door and Amy, who was stronger than I knew, pulled me outside and onto the porch.
All my emotions were assaulting me as I was pulled behind Amy down the sidewalk. Anger. Fear. Shame. Confusion. All battling within me as we walked. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I felt the warmth and the wetness in my panties and down my legs. Amy turned to look at what was going on when she heard the sound of my pee hitting the sidewalk.

Amy’s eyes grew really wide as she watched me peeing my pants. I felt the pee slowly stopping. My clothes were soaked as were my socks and shoes from the pee running into them from my legs. I was crying and I could see Amy was as shocked as I was about what I’d done.

“Let’s get this done and I’ll get you home,” Amy said quietly to me. “Okay?”

I nodded my head. My shoes squished with each step as Amy led me to Mrs. Johnson’s porch. She rang the bell and Mrs. Johnson answered.

“Yes,” she asked?

“Oh my,” Mrs. Johnson said looking at me before Amy could even start talking, “has the little one had an accident?”

“Uh,” Amy said looking somewhat confused at me, “yeah, I, um, guess so. She, uh, isn’t totally potty trained.”

“Oh, don’t feel bad, honey,” Mrs. Johnson said looking at me, “We all have our accidents, don’t we?”

I didn’t have words. My sister had just told a complete stranger that I wasn’t potty trained. I know I had just peed my pants, but I’d been potty trained since I was little. Worse, Mrs. Johnson was beautiful and she now thought of me as a little girl who wasn’t potty trained. She reached out her hand and took me by the wrist, pulling me into the house.

I squished along behind her only half hearing what she was saying as she and Amy talked. My clothes were wet, and cold, and they stuck on me and made it uncomfortable to walk. We walked past a girl playing on the floor who looked to be about three years old and then we were in a baby girl’s room. I guessed it was the room of the little girl we had just walked past.

“Well, here we are,” Mrs. Johnson stated more to Amy than me. “Here are the wipes so you can get her cleaned up. Cloth diapers are here. Disposables are here. Go through Beth’s clothes and you’ll find something that fits Patty, I’m sure. Let me know if you need any help, okay, Dear?”

“Okay,” said Amy looking at me and appearing as lost as I was. “This isn’t Patty. Patty had to go to the doctor to get shots.”

“Ok, then. What’s your name, Sweetie,” Mrs. Johnson said looking into my face.

I realized that I couldn’t tell her my real name or she’d know I was a boy. I panicked.

“Nancy,” I said quietly, blurting out the name of the girl I sat next to in school.

“What a pretty name for such a pretty little girl,” Mrs. Johnson said to me as Amy’s face broke into a huge grin. “I’m going to get you up on the changing table so your sister can get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I answered not knowing what else I could say.

Mrs. Johnson put her hands in my armpits and lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all. She put me down on a plastic mat that was on a low table in the room and pushed me back so that I was lying down.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to change her,” she asked Amy?

“No, I’m good,” Amy answered. “I’ve been changing her for years.”

Mrs. Johnson shut the door as she left the room.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I whined to my sister as I sat up.

“You wet your panties and Mrs. Johnson doesn’t want you to walk around in them,” she replied as if I were two years old. “Mrs. Johnson said to clean you up and put you in some of her daughter’s clothes.”

She had me lift my arms and she pulled off the blouse. She pushed me flat on my back and took off the wet shoes and socks. I felt her hands on the tops of the shorts and grabbed with my hand to keep her from pulling them off.

“Nancy, let go,” she said and peeled my hands away from the shorts.

Something happened then. I’d heard her calling me “Nancy” but I didn’t want her to know how hurt I felt or she’d keep teasing me about telling Mrs. Johnson that was my name. It must have been everything that had happened during the day that had worn me down. I felt like I had no fight left in me. Partly, I knew that even should I fight it, it was going to happen anyway, so I gave in. I put my heels on the edge of the table and I lifted my bottom up so that Amy could pull off the shorts and panties.

I watched her face as she exposed my privates to the air. Her eyes widened and she snorted. I ignored her as she tried to muffle her giggles. I turned my head to face the wall and look at the sheep wearing bibs jumping over fences that decorated the nursery walls. I felt the cold, wetness of the baby wipes as she used one to wash off my legs and another to wash between my legs and finally, my bottom.

Amy lifted my legs and I felt her slide something under me but it wasn’t until she spread my legs apart to pull whatever it was between my legs did I look to see what she was doing. She was pulling a white cotton cloth between my legs and I’d seen my mom do it enough to my baby sister that I knew she was putting me into a DIAPER!

“What are you doing,” I asked her in a panic?

“You were right there when Mrs. Johnson said she only had diapers for you to wear,” Amy said exasperated. “Now I’ve forgotten the powder!”
I didn’t move as I watched her pull the diaper back down, pick up the baby powder and begin to cover me between my legs with a cloud of white powder. In my head I wanted to protest. I wanted to yell and run away, but the pink ducky baby pins fastened the diaper to my body and the plastic of the baby panties’ leg holes gently scratched at my legs as Amy pulled them up to cover the diaper.

My sister pulled me up to a sitting position on the changing table and I looked down at the huge, bulging diaper between my legs. I couldn’t believe that I could actually fit into diapers. I was eight years old, not three. I knew I was small and skinny, but I was eight, not three. I reached down and felt the silky fabric that covered the plastic panties and picked at the lacy fringe that covered the elastic sewn into the waist. I’d seen my little sister in plastic panties like the ones I now wore and I reached around to feel the bottom. Just as I’d suspected, the bottom of the plastic panties were covered with lace frills.

I was so absorbed in the panties that I hadn’t noticed what Amy was doing until she told me to lift my arms up. I looked at my sister who was now holding a pale yellow baby girl’s dress in her hands. It looked just like the dresses my mom made my sisters wear at Easter. I felt my heart plunge and a cold spread out in my belly.

“Amy,” I said hearing the break in my voice, “please don’t.”

For the only time in my life that I could remember, I clasped my hands together just under my chin and began to pleading with my sister.
“I’ll do anything,” I offered. “Just, please don’t make me wear that dress.”

I saw Amy hesitate. She could clearly see that I was distressed and I watched as she was second guessing what she was doing. Her hands, still holding the girly, baby dress, began to lower and I started to relax.

“Don’t be so silly, Nancy,” Amy said, “of course you’ll wear this pretty dress. It matches your pretty plastic panties. Now, get your arms up like a good girl.”

My arms were like lead, but I put them up in the air as if I were surrendering to a robber. Amy put one of my hands into a puffed sleeve and then the other. She slipped the baby dress over my head with a giggle.

“Besides,” Amy said to me, “we will be home in twenty minutes and you can change out of your dress.”

“Really,” I asked her? “You’ll let me change when we get home?”

“Of course,” she said buttoning up the back of the dress.

I felt so relieved that I’d soon be back in my own clothes that I meekly allowed Amy to put baby socks on shoes on my feet. She stood me up and tied the sash that went around the baby dress into a bow at my back. When I was dressed up, Amy took my hand and I let her lead me out of the baby’s nursery into the hallway. There was a full length mirror hanging on a door in the hallway and as we passed I got a look at myself.

In the mirror my sister held the hand of a little girl. I thought I looked like a toddler girl in her party dress, but then I saw that my frilly, diapered bottom stuck out from under the baby dress and made me look like a baby girl instead.

The image of me looking like a baby girl was still swirling around in my head when Amy pulled me up to where Mrs. Johnson sat at her dining room sofa.

“We’re going to go now,” Amy told her.

“Oh my,” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed looking at me! “She is so precious! I used to put my little Becky in that dress all of the time.”

The toddler girl we had passed before joined her mother and stared at me as she sucked on a pacifier and leaned against her mother’s lap.

“But, surely, you both don’t have to run off, do you,” Mrs. Johnson asked Amy. “Becky was so looking forward to a playdate and your little sister is right here. You said yourself that your mom wouldn’t be home for a while, so when she gets back you can come over and get little Nancy then, eh?”

Amy looked at me and I tried to tell her with my eyes not to leave me alone with Mrs. Johnson. I could see Amy was still working out what she should do when Mrs. Johnson got up and pulled my hand out of Amy’s. Holding my hand she led Amy to the door and the next thing I knew she was gone and I was left in the house to have a playdate with Becky.

Becky barely spoke and, following her lead, I didn’t speak too much either. I couldn’t throw a fuss without, I thought, giving away the fact that I was an eight year old boy and not a baby girl so it took very little time for me to push the horror of my situation out of my mind and just begin to play, quietly, on the floor with Becky.

I was “feeding” the dolly Becky had given me when she plucked a discarded pacifier from the toys scattered across the floor and tried to push it into my mouth. I wasn’t going to take it and turned my face away but her tiny hand turned my face back to the pacifier and I found myself parting my lips to take the nipple into my mouth. Very self-consciously, I began sucking.

I was stacking blocks as Becky knocked them down while giggling when Mrs. Johnson came up to us and announced it was time for lunch. I hadn’t realized how long we’d been playing. Startled, I immediately stood up and spit out the pacifier as if I’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Dropped something,” she chimed as she picked up the pacifier and returned it to my mouth.

I watched as Mrs. Johnson pulled Becky to her side. Becky, apparently knowing what was going on, turned her bottom to her mom who stuck two fingers past the leg hole of the plastic pants. I figured she must be checking to see if she had wet her diaper.

I was surprised when Mrs. Johnson pulled me over too. Mrs. Johnson began to turn me. I knew what was about to happen and I let myself be turned until my bottom was to Mrs. Johnson. I was shocked. Her fingers were so cold as they slid across my butt. Even though it only took a couple of seconds, it seemed to take forever for Becky’s mom to check the diaper I wore. A woman I barely knew had just checked to see if I’d wet myself and, for a reason I couldn’t understand, it had made me feel good when she did it.

“Come on, girls,” Mrs. Johnson said as I was still trying to understand my feelings.

I realized that I had involuntarily turned to follow Becky who was following her mom to the dining room table. When we got there I was lifted up and placed in a high chair. I quietly watched as Mrs. Johnson snapped the tray into place in front of me. I was fastened into a high chair and I didn’t care, but my heart skipped a beat when I found her tying a baby bib around my neck. It was pink and baby blocks embroidered on it spelled out the word, “BABY”.

I could feel my face burning. I was dressed up like a baby girl. I was wearing a girly dress and a diaper and now I had a sign around my neck that shouted the fact. I was so glad no one who knew me could see how far things had gone and yet, at that time, with Mrs. Johnson and Becky not knowing I was an older boy I felt less ashamed and I wasn’t sure how I should feel about that.

Mrs. Johnson set bowls down in front of us and I had seen my little sister eat enough baby food to know that the weird soft paste in the bowl was baby food. None of it tasted bad but the only stuff that I could guess what it was supposed to be was the bananas. I finished quickly and saw that Becky was still slowly eating.

“Are you still hungry, Dear,” Mrs. Johnson asked me?

I nodded my head yes. Mrs. Johnson got up from her lunch and came back a little later with baby bottles in her hands. I had expected her to give it to me as I’d watched my mom do so often at home but instead she unfastened the high chair and lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. She sat down, pulled me across her soft lap, and slipped the nipple of the bottle into my mouth. It was so intense. Looking up at her face that was just inches from mine as I sucked milk from the baby bottle so I closed my eyes.

When I woke up I didn’t immediately remember what the morning had been like for me and I couldn’t remember where I was, but it quickly came back to me when I realized that I was sucking on a pacifier and looking through the bars of a baby’s crib. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I looked down and saw I was still in the girly dress and my diapers were peeking out from underneath.

“Look who’s awake,” I heard someone say in my mom’s voice.

I looked around and there was my mom standing at the changing table with Mrs. Johnson. They were both grinning at me as I sat up in the crib to look at them. I fruitlessly tried to hide my diapers by pulling down on my dress even as I knew in the back of my mind that my mom had already seen everything as I slept.

Tears began pouring from my eyes as my mom and Mrs. Johnson headed to the crib. My mom’s smile was huge. She reached out and I felt her hand go down my back and then squeeze my diapered bottom. She left her hand there patting my bottom.

“I think baby Nancy needs a diaper change,” my mom said to Mrs. Johnson. “Do you mind if I change her here?”

I didn’t know why she had said that.

“No,” replied Mrs. Johnson, “not at all. I’ll just go and get you her things from the dryer.”

“Thanks,” said my mom as she reached and pulled me out of the crib.

“I can’t believe you fit into Becky’s diapers and plastic panties,” my mom said grinning at me. “And just look at how pretty you are in this dress!”

“Mom,” I said pulling the pacifier out of my mouth, “I can explain.”

“You don’t need to, Nancy,” my mom said as she placed me onto the changing table. “And I think you better start calling me Mommy. Only big girls call their mommies, mom. Now kindly lift your dress up, Honey.”

I didn’t like mom saying “my dress” and calling me Nancy, but I didn’t want to cause a scene at Mrs. Johnson’s house. Slowly, I reached down and took the hem of the dress in my hands and lifted my bottom off of the changing table while I pulled the dress up to my chest.

Mom was quick. The plastic panties were down around my ankles in seconds. I felt the cold air on my wet skin and smelled the odor of pee in the air. I had peed myself! I was stunned and then mom unpinned the wet diaper and quickly pulled it out from under my bottom. Mom wiped me clean and pushed my legs up in the air to slide a fresh diaper under my bottom. And then she folded two more diapers lengthwise and slid them on top of the first one between my legs.

Lifting my legs again, she began rubbing some kind of cream she’d found on the shelf across my bottom and then between my legs and over my privates. As she rubbed there my thing started to feel good and my face started burning when I realized that it was hard. It was still poking straight up as my mom began to sprinkle powder everywhere inside my diaper area. She must have noticed, but she didn’t say anything. She pulled the bulky diaper up between my legs, pinned it in place like an expert, and then pulled the plastic panties up over the diaper.

“Ready to go home?” she asked me.

I couldn’t believe it. She meant to take me home while I was wearing a dress!!! Looking like a little baby girl with diapers!!! I couldn’t even speak as she pulled me down from the changing table. She took the pacifier from my hand and slipped it into my open mouth. I latched onto it like it was the most natural thing to do and began sucking just like a baby.

The diaper was so big I couldn’t walk naturally. I had to waddle beside my mom as we went downstairs and to where Mrs. Johnson waited with a paper bag that had my clothes folded inside.

“Don’t be a stranger, Nancy,” Mrs. Johnson said, bending down to kiss my cheek. She kissed my forehead and I felt warm all over.
Becky gave me a great big hug and kissed me too and before I knew it Mom was pulling me toward the door. I realized there was nothing I could do. I had to get home. I couldn’t stay at Mrs. Johnson’s forever. I prayed that I wouldn’t see anyone who knew me as I stepped into the bright light of day. I noticed that my mom was walking very slowly. I tried to hide behind my mom’s skirts, but she would pull me back into the open.

Patty was the first to spot me. She and Amy had been playing in our front yard and I heard her burst out in laughter as she pointed at me.
My face burned. Patty ran up to us and immediately lifted my dress. I just wanted to get in the house so I ignored her. She ran around behind me and again lifted my dress up in the air showing off my diapered, frilly bottom. The front door was in sight as Patty danced around me. My mom stopped in front of Amy who was sitting on the grass.

“Can you watch the baby for a bit?” Mom asked her.

“Sure,” she said brightening. “Should I take her inside?”

“No,” said Mom, “you guys should be fine out here.”

Stunned, I watched Mom walk away from us as Patty came up to stand in front of me.

“You have a very pretty dress,” she said and lifted it again to stare at my diaper. I just stood there. I had no energy to bat or push away her hands. I looked down our quiet street and let my face burn with my shame.

Finally, Amy told Patty to let me be and I just stood there on the sidewalk sucking my pacifier and silently praying no one else would see me. I just didn’t know what to do. Standing there, pretending to be invisible, I wondered why I had peed myself during my nap. I hadn’t ever done anything like that before, but there was no doubt I had done it.

“Her name is Beverly,” said Patty pushing a baby doll into my hand. That morning I had gotten out of bed a boy and now I was being treated and dressed as if I were a baby girl. I moved over to sit on the grass with my baby doll.

There was nothing else for me to do but sit and watch my sisters playing. Mr. and Mrs. Garner, our neighbors, came out of their house and began walking down the sidewalk in our direction. They both stopped to stare at me as they got to our yard. I knew the Garners very well. They were an old couple. At least they were old to me. I hoped that they would not recognize me.

“Is your brother playing dress up today,” Mrs. Garner asked my sisters, pointing to where I sat.

“Naw, he’s just being my baby sister,” Patty said before I or Amy could speak.

Mrs. Garner laughed and called me over. It was unthinkable not to follow the instructions of an adult, so I waddled over to where she squatted down to my level.

“Are you the baby sister today,” Mrs. Garner asked me.

I nodded my head yes while sucking on the pacifier.

“Well, you are as sweet as icing,” she went on as she smoothed my dress and patted my diapered bottom.

I felt my face warm and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole but it didn’t.

“I was just admiring your boy’s adorable baby dress,” Mrs. Garner said loudly to my mom who had just come out of the front door and to my shock, I was suddenly lifted up into the old woman’s arms!

“Oh yes? Thank you, Jean,” said my mom. “He is learning a lesson about responsibility today.”

“Yes?” asked Mrs. Garner as she slipped her hand up my dress and rubbed my back with her hand. “Just today?”

“I thought just today,” answered my mom.

“Aw, too bad,” Mrs. Garner said. “He looks so adorable.”

Mrs. Garner was being very loud and I half wanted her to stop saying “he” and “boy” because someone might hear.

“Well, if you change your mind, let me know. My daughter has tons of baby things left over from our grandbaby, Lisa,” Mrs. Garner offered.

My guts went cold and I silently wished for Mrs. Garner to shut up and go away. Instead she carried me over to where mom was standing on the porch. As she passed them, I could see my two sisters looking up at me and grinning at my being held like a baby in Mrs. Garner’s arms. I felt like even more of an infant because, instead of facing my sisters, I buried my face in Mrs. Garner’s shoulder like a little baby would do.

Mom and Mrs. Garner talked about dull stuff like adults do while I suffered being held like a baby. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes of being held like a baby before I felt the sensation that let me know I needed to pee. I don’t know how long I let the feeling build. I wouldn’t guess more than a few moments and even though I could have said something, I didn’t and started to pee myself.

It was just supposed to be a little bit. Just enough to take the urge away but once I started, I found that I couldn’t stop. I could feel the warmth spread across the front of the diaper as the trickles of my pee ran between my legs and over my balls. I felt my bottom warming with my pee and even though I reached a point where I could stop myself, I kept peeing until I was done.

I thought Mrs. Garner couldn’t know, but I found out I was wrong when she pulled me from her and handed me over to my mom.

“This one needs a diaper change,” she told my mom to my utter shame.

I heard my sisters burst out laughing as they heard Mrs. Garner’s statement and then to complete my shame, my mom squeezed the front of my diaper and agreed out loud that I was indeed wet.

“Do you want me to get you the changing pad and a dry diaper,” Amy asked my mom.

“Do you know where they are?” asked my mom.

“Yeah,” answered Amy. “I think so.”

A cold chill ran through me as I told myself that there was no way she was seriously going to put me in another diaper.

“Yeah, go on,” my mom said to Amy. “And you might as well bring me Patty’s old diaper bag and one of her old onesies or a romper if you can find them.”

I sat in my mom’s lap wondering why I’d been so stupid to wet myself. In no time at all Amy was back and to my absolute horror, mom began to lay out the changing pad on the porch. I thought I’d die right then and there and without a moment’s thought, I bolted for the front door. I felt strong hands grab me and pull me back and I saw that Mrs. Garner was holding me tight.

“Don’t be silly,” she said to me, “babies don’t have any modesty.”

“I’m not a baby, Mrs. Garner,” I said after I dropped the pacifier from my mouth.

She laughed loudly.

“Oh? Your wet diaper and baby dress say otherwise, my dear,” she said to me. “Now, you sit still and you let your mommy change your diaper.”

I was stuck and as Mommy, I mean Mom, went through the Patty’s diaper bag, Mrs. Garner began to take off my dress. I was eight years old and my next door neighbor expertly had me down to just the diaper and plastic panties I was wearing as my sister’s and Mr. Garner watched.
Mrs. Garner’s eyes twinkled as she laid me down on the mat and watched as my mom finished undressing me on our front porch. The cold air on my pee soaked privates made being naked on the porch very real to me. I couldn’t help but look up at the faces all looking down on me. My mom spread my legs apart and I noticed Mrs. Garner and Patty looking intently at my private area.

“Here you go, Little One,” Mrs. Garner said as she put my pacifier back in my mouth while looking between my legs.

As my mom began to clean me up with baby wipes, I slowly felt myself growing hard where I didn’t want to grow hard.

“Looks like he enjoys his diapers,” Mrs. Garner said, noticing the state of my privates.

“Looks like,” my mom agreed and to my shock, began to giggle.

I’d never felt so vulnerable as I laid naked on the porch while my mom slipped a diaper under my bottom and proceeded to lift my legs and spread baby oil over my bare bottom. Through my shame, I began to feel an odd pleasure as my mom’s oily fingers ran across my backside and in between my butt cheeks. She lowered my legs and went to work spreading the oil between my legs and up to my belly button.

Every time my mom’s hand went over my hardness, it would be pushed flat and then leap back up to vibrate briefly. Each time my sister’s would laugh at it vibrating like a spring and each time I felt this wave of tingling joy spreading from my privates.

“You know, Dear,” I heard Mrs. Garner say to my mom, as I laid in some kind of haze from the pleasure spreading through me. “I don’t believe just a day will make any change in a strong-willed boy.”

“No?” asked my mom, beginning to powder me.

“No,” said Mrs. Garner.

My mom stopped rubbing me and was pulling the diaper up between my legs and I began to listen more closely to Mrs. Garner as she tried to talk my mom into extending my punishment through the weekend.

“We can even keep her as a baby girl,” Mrs. Garner told my mom. “If you get tired of changing him or dealing with diapers, just send him to my house.”

I went cold as ice. I barely noticed that Mom was pulling Patty’s plastic panties up my legs. The leg holes felt tight against my legs and the plastic gently scratched until she slid them over the bulky diapers between my legs. I looked down to see the bare, white plastic pants that were still transparent enough to allow a clear view of the diaper and yellow ducky diaper pins. Mrs. Garner began pushing the leg holes up my thighs while my mom adjusted the waistband until it was pulled up to just under my chest.

My mom sat me up and had me raise my arms. I heard mom telling Mrs. Garner that she missed having a baby in the house since Patty was potty-trained. Out of the diaper bag mom pulled out a romper that Patty hadn’t worn since she was two years old and I looked at Amy, who was grinning at me like she’d just told the best joke in the world.

“I just loved this romper when Patty wore it,” Mom told Mrs. Garner.

The romper, even though it was all one piece, looked like two pieces. One was a huge bottom that was pink and seemed to have suspenders while the top looked like a yellow blouse with puffy sleeves. To top it off there was a bow in the back that matched two tiny bows on the “suspenders” at the front.

Patty hadn’t worn the baby romper in years and I felt sure that it wasn’t going to fit me, but I was proven wrong as Mrs. Garner took over the job of snapping the romper together between my legs. The romper may have been a little tight, but it fit well enough to leave me dressed on the porch like a two-year old girl.

“Okay, girls,” my mom asks, “who thinks we can handle a big baby girl for the next few weeks?”

Amy and Patty both shot their hands up in the air - both squealing yeses and Mrs. Garner even raised her hand saying she’d help.
“And you, Nancy?” Mom asked me.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to be a baby girl but if I didn’t raise my hand, would my mom think it was a great punishment? Or would raising my hand make mom think I liked diapers and baby girl clothes and all that came with it.

“Really, Dear,” Mrs. Garner started, “babies can’t vote.”

“Mom, look!” cried Amy. “Nancy says she wants it!”

Somehow my hand had gone up in the air.