“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.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Patty laughing so hard.

“Well, that settles it,” my mom said grinning at Mrs. Garner.

I’d guessed wrong. I looked at Mrs. Garner and saw she was smiling from ear to ear with a glint in her eyes. Patty was laughing hysterically and Amy was giggling. I looked at my mommy and she was putting away the baby items in what used to be Patty’s diaper bag and I realized with shame that it was now my diaper bag.

I began crying. I’d just agreed to be a baby girl and everyone thought it was my choice.

“Well,” said Mrs. Garner, “we know she’s dry, so she must be hungry.”

“Must be,” agreed mommy. “Patty, take your baby sister inside, please.”

Patty took my wrist and then stopped.

“Mom?” Patty asked. “How old is Nancy?”

“I don’t know,” mommy answered “Why?”

“Well,” asked Patty, “is she old enough to walk yet?”

“I don’t…” started Mommy.

“Of course she can’t,” interrupted Mrs. Garner.

“No?” my mommy asked Mrs. Garner.

“No, Dear,” Mrs. Garner said decisively, “she definitely must crawl.”

Mrs. Garner was actually telling my mommy what to do. I was sure Mommy wouldn’t do it just because Mrs. Garner said so, but I soon found myself crawling like a baby behind my little sister Patty.

Patty seemed to be in heaven. Every few steps she would turn to look at me crawling behind her through our house. I quickly realized that crawling was much harder work than walking, especially with the bulk of the diapers I now wore. I hadn’t known until I began to crawl that Mommy had put more diapers on me than she had done at Becky’s house.

“Mom,” said Amy from behind me, “she looks so cute with her big diapered bottom going side to side like that.”

“Yes,” my Mommy agreed, “she does, at that. Help Patty get your baby sister in a chair and I’ll go get us something to eat.”

As I’m sitting at the kitchen table, waiting to eat, my little sister Patty comes in and begins to tie a baby’s bib around my neck. I don’t know if it was Patty’s idea or my mommies, but I burst into sobs. I’m realizing that I’m an eight-year-old diapered boy in a baby girl’s romper and my own little sister is babying me. I can’t stop bawling and Patty goes off.

“You’ve had a very emotional day, haven’t you?” my mommy asks me.

I can only nod my head. Mommy takes the bib and uses it to wipe away my snot and then she picks me up and carries me like a toddler into the living room. She sits on the couch with me in her arms and she pats my back until I cry myself out. I can finally hear that she has been humming a lullaby as she moves me around on her lap until she is cradelling me. She reaches over me and when her hand returns to my sight, it holds a baby bottle.

First Patty and then Amy come into the room while Mommy holds the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. My sisters sit silently until I break the quiet with the suckling sounds I make as I begin to drink from the baby bottle. I forget all of the emotions of the day as I rest against my mommy’s chest and finish the bottle. I finally feel at ease and I begin to drink from the second bottle my mommy has produced.

I’m not sure how many hours later I wake up, but my room is dark and I’m covered in my blankets. It takes a moment but as I begin to move, I feel the bulky diaper between my legs and I remember how I was dressed the night before. I see that I’m still in Patty’s old romper.

My full bladder had obviously woken me up and the urge to pee was considerable. I got up out of bed and walked to my bedroom door. My hand was on the door handle and instead of opening it and going to the bathroom I just stood there staring at the wall. I knew I was going to do it even before I got out of bed, but it still came as a bit of surprise when I let the first spurt of pee go into my diapers.

The first little spurt was enough to get me to where, when I started to pee again, I couldn’t stop the flow of my stream into my diapers. It felt so good to be wetting myself. Not only because of the easing the pain on my bladder, but also feeling the warmth spread out between my legs and along my bottom. It was a feeling I couldn’t explain, just like I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain to my mommy that I’d wet myself.

“It was Mommy’s fault,” I thought to myself as I gingerly climbed back into my bed. “She was the one that put me in diapers. If she didn’t want me to use them, she shouldn’t have put me in them.”

I was wet when I woke up the next morning. My diapers had leaked and everything was soaked. I got up and noticed that the pee in my soaked diapers was dragging them down to hang low between my legs. I think they would have swung between my legs if it wasn’t for the romper holding them in place.

I waddled out of my room and down the stairs to where I heard my mommy and sisters making noise in the kitchen. I’d forgotten that I was supposed to crawl as I walked into the kitchen where I stood shivering from being soaking wet.

“Mom,” Amy said, finally noticing me, “the baby is awake and it looks like she wet herself. A lot.”

Patty was there in a flash and she began to giggle looking at dripping my pee on the kitchen floor.

“Did you wet the bed,” Mommy said, sounding a bit surprised.

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her. “I’m sorry!” I added lamely.

Mommy stripped me naked right there in the kitchen in front of my sisters. I felt so self-conscious standing there naked as my mommy used a dish towel to dry me off as best she could. She ordered Amy to put my wet things into the laundry and she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom.

She started running a bath and put some of my sister’s bubble bath in the water. I was picked up and deposited into the filling tub of hot, sweet smelling water and Mommy went to the door and called out to Amy to strip the baby’s bedding. As I was sitting in the tub watching everything my mommy and sister were doing, it came to me that it was a lot of work taking care of a baby and that could work to my advantage. Maybe I could be out of diapers and baby clothes a lot faster if I made it too much effort to keep me that way.

I thought I was going to bathe myself, but Mommy took the bath bucket that held all of Patty’s bath time stuff from under the bathroom sink and brought it over to the tub. She dumped the toys in front of me and dipped the bucket into the water. She poured the water over my head and proceeded to wash my hair. Without thinking, I began to play with the baby toys while my mommy began to soap a washcloth and bathe me from top to bottom.

After my bath, Mommy left me naked on her bed while she went to go through what she had of Patty’s old things. I was just sitting there naked when I wondered what a real baby would do. I could pee all over Mommy’s bed, but I didn’t have to go and I worried that I’d get in serious trouble if i did that. I was just forming an idea when Mommy came back in carrying an armful of things.

Mommy took very little time pinning me into thick diapers with extra padding in the middle because, as she put it, I was a “super-soaker”. I didn’t fight this in the least. I was a bit disappointed that she didn’t oil me like she had the night before, but she had used a lot of powder and smelled like a baby as she pulled pink, plastic panties with ruffles all across the bottom.

Mommy pulled a pink baby dress I remembered Patty wearing as a baby up and over my head and then, one by one, pulled my hands through the puffy sleeves. She buttoned the dress in the back before she put lacy, ankle sockies on my feet. I opened my mouth for the pink pacifier as soon as I saw it in Mommy’s hand and I noticed my mommy giving me an odd look as she slipped it into my waiting mouth and I began to suck. Mommy completed stripping me of my maleness as she put my hair up in pigtails and tied them with pink bows.

I was so humiliated to be Mommy’s baby girl again, but with my heart beating so fast I thought it would fly out of my chest, I reached my arms up to Mommy like a baby girl would do. She picked me up and carried me downstairs to where my sister’s greeted me with peels of their laughter.

Then everything went back to normal. Well, except for me being dressed as a baby girl. We ate breakfast like always; only I had a tippy cup and a princess bowl. My sisters basically ignored me and went to go play and I wandered to the living room where I started watching cartoons on the t.v.

It was hard to concentrate. I kept reaching down to feel the diapers between my legs or look at the pretty, pink baby dress I wore. It was like I wasn’t looking at me, but at a different person attached to my mind. In my head I was a boy, but I couldn’t help but see a girl when I looked down at myself.

At some point, Mommy came in and handed me a baby bottle full of juice and I began to suck it empty as she vacuumed the carpet. I didn’t really mind drinking from the baby bottle. It was slow, but there was something comforting about sucking on it while I watched my show. And that's how I was when Patty came into the room.

I was lying on my stomach, the nipple of the bottle half in my mouth, as I watched my sister come over. She pushed my legs back from the edge of the couch so she could sit next to me. I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

“Are your diapers wet?” Patty asked me.

I shook my head “no”.

“I’d better check,” she told me as she looked around as if she was doing something wrong.

Patty pulled up the dress I wore and slipped her fingers past the elastic of the plastic panties. I felt her fingers slide along my butt cheek and then she was done.

“You look pretty,” she said to me as she began to pat me on my diapered bottom.

Patty picked the baby bottle up and instructed me to roll over so she could feed me properly. I found my face burning. My baby sister was ordering me around. Normally, I’d tell her to just get lost.

“C’mon,” she demanded, “roll over like a good baby!”

“If I give in now,” I thought to myself, “she will always see herself as in charge of me.”

Knowing that what I was doing could go very bad for me, I began to roll over onto my back as Patty had ordered. Patty grinned from ear to ear and slipped the nipple of the bottle into my mouth.

“You’re being a good baby sister,” Patty complimented me as I began to suck down the juice.

Her comment, if meant to make me feel better, just made me feel more ashamed that I wasn’t fighting to be a boy in front of her. I finished the bottle and like any good older sister, she replaced the bottle with my pink pacifier.

“Do you want a dolly to play with, Nancy?” Patty whispered in my ear.

I didn’t want a dolly! I was eight years old and a boy. I wanted to play anything but dollies, but Patty told me that baby girls always played with dollies and she wanted me to be a happy baby girl.

“So, say ‘yes’,” she ordered me. “Say ‘yes’ baby Nancy.”

“Yes,” I squeaked out from behind my pacifier.

“Yes, what?” Patty insisted.

“I want a dolly,” I heard myself saying.

Patty grinned and walked out of the living room. In meer moments Mommy was in the room.

“Did you tell Patty that you wanted a dolly to play with?” Mommy asked me.

I looked over at Patty whose grin seemed twice as wide as her face.

“Yes, Mommy,” I answered with my face burning red.

My mommy began to grin and she took a long look at me.

“Well, I guess we’d better get you one,” she said. “Patty, would you let your little sister borrow a dolly until I can buy her one?”

“Yes, Mom,” she said and ran off.

“Mrs. Garner offered to loan me a highchair, a crib with a mattress, a changing table, and even a stroller so that I can walk my baby girl around our street,” Mommy told me.

I went cold inside hearing about this offer and for some reason, especially the stroller. Maybe because the other things went in the house, but the stroller was public; on the street where I played and met friends. I couldn’t imagine being pushed by my mommy through the neighborhood in a stroller while I’m all dressed like a baby girl.

“Can you imagine?” she continued. “Well, of course, I told her that I didn’t need that stuff because those are things you need when you’re going to have a baby girl for a long time. I told her that my new baby girl was only going to be around for a very short while.”

I instantly felt so relieved.

“But now my beautiful baby is wanting a dolly to play with and she opens wide for her pacifier. And, I guess, she drinks her baba when her sister feeds it to her, huh? So, maybe, I need to tell Mrs. Garner that I do need all of those things she offered to loan me.”

I could have given her a flat out denial. A loud “no” that would hopefully have me back in my jeans and t-shirts and best of all, my own boy’s underwear.

“Not the stroller, Mommy,” I somehow managed to say instead.

“Not the stroller?” She asked me. “But that’s the best part. I get to show you off in your diapers and pretty dresses to all of our neighbors,” she teased me.

All the neighborhood kids that I played with would see me as a sissy, baby girl and I would never live it down. I shook my head.

“Okay,” she finally said, “I’m not so sure what is going on in your head, but I’m going to ask for the things Mrs. Garner offered. Is that what you want?”

I didn’t. I didn’t want that at all, but I didn’t argue. I just laid there looking at my mommy not knowing what to say. I wanted this punishment to be over.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m going to go call Mrs. Garner.”

I still didn’t move. I was frozen.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked me from the doorway.

It was like my mind was shut off. I couldn’t think. I just laid there on the floor sucking my pacifier and without intending to do it, I began to wet my diapers. I couldn’t tell if it was my silence or if Mommy could see I was wetting myself, but she smiled and said, “Okay, then.” and left.

As soon as she was out the door the reality of my inaction hit me and I was up like a shot to tell my mommy that I didn’t need any of those things but just as I got to the door, Patty was blocking it holding a baby dolly in her arms.

“You’d better get back to crawling,” she scolded me.

Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes as I slowly lowered myself in front of my little sister. I tried to crawl past her but she told me “no” and made me crawl back to the middle of the room where she introduced me to my baby dolly. Patty showed me, her older brother, how to hold the dolly and then forced the naked doll into my hands to hold like I’d been shown.

I sat on the floor, the warmth of my recent pee spreading throughout my diapers and squeezed the naked dolly in my hands. My pretty pink dress was up my legs exposing my plastic panties to the world.

“Oh my God,” I heard the girl’s voice exclaiming from the doorway. “You’re kidding me, right? No way is that your brother!”

I looked up and into the eyes of Amy’s best friend, Anji who was standing in the doorway.

“It is,” affirmed Amy.

Anji began laughing. Loudly. My face burned as she continued to laugh. In no time both of my sisters had joined in laughing too and all of the comotion brought my mommy into the room. To my utter astonishment and humiliation, my mommy started laughing as much as the girls. My face burned and I looked at Anji who was holding her stomach and pointing at me and as she did so, I just watched through my tears and found myself growing hard and tingly in my wet diapers.

Somehow the heat of my shame was actually making me feel a comfortable warmth in my chest and it had spread to my privates. Being seen in my baby dress and diapers by my sister’s hot friend was so ultimately humiliating, it was causing me to somehow enjoy the experience as well as being mortified by her seeing me dressed as a baby girl.

Slowly, the laughter died down until it abruptly stopped.

“God, I wish I could do that to my brother,” Anji told Amy. “C’mon, let’s go to your room.”

They were gone in an instant and my mommy just stood in the doorway looking at me with an odd smile on her face. I didn’t know what to make of what had happened or my odd response to my humiliation. I didn’t like being a baby girl; wearing diapers and sissy dresses. I knew that I didn’t, but something also was making me like it in a different way. A way I didn’t understand.

I was soon left alone with Patty and time seemed to slow down. I fell into just going along with her ideas for play because it was better than sitting bored for hours. Suddenly, after hours of boredom the house exploded with activity. Activity in which I was not allowed to participate.

Mrs. Garner came into the room to look me over and she pulled me into her lap as she sat on the couch. Mr. Garner was bringing in things that I just got a glimpse of before they were out of my vision and up the stairs.

I heard bumps and clangs coming from upstairs which were mixed with peals of girl’s laughter and some squealing. And I squirmed to see what was happening when Mrs. Garner pulled a baby’s bottle out of her purse and touched the nipple to the corner of my mouth. Out went my pacifier and I latched onto the bottle. The taste of the milk was really odd, but I drank it up and noticed that I had once again grown hard and tingly between my legs.

When I was done with my bottle, Mrs. Garner positioned me just as a baby would be positioned to be burped. I meekly allowed myself to be contorted as she desired. I wasn’t baby sized, so she had my legs on either side of her hips; straddling her with my face on her shoulder and my chest against hers. She began to gently pat my back as she hummed.

“Your mommy said you didn’t want the stroller,” she whispered in my ear.
I didn’t respond.

“I’m glad you left it for me,” she went on. “I can’t wait to put you in the prettiest dress that shows off your diapered bottom and take you all around in the stroller so everyone can see what a pretty baby girl you are.”

I moaned. I couldn’t imagine anyone being mean enough to do something like that.

“I have a present for you,” she whispered. “Do you want it?”

“What is it?” I asked her as best I could with my pacifier in my mouth.

“A present, silly girl,” she said. “Do you want it?”

“Yeth,” I said with a lisp because of the pacifier in my mouth.

She pushed me back until I was sitting on her legs and she reached into her purse. She pulled out something that looked like a frilly napkin and before I could register my unwillingness, she was tying a baby bonnet on my head! A baby bonnet! At that moment I both hated and loved her. I knew that my sisters and my mommy were going to love seeing me in my frilly baby bonnet and I would feel the shame that would bring on the warmth in my belly.

Mrs. Garner wasn’t done. She reached into her purse and pulled out matching mittens which she slipped over my hands and tied into place at my wrists. I didn’t know why I needed the mittens, but I would learn soon enough that they would inhibit me from using my hands as normal.

I was so hard between my legs and the heat of my shame and the heat of my excitement made me give Mrs. Garner a huge hug even as I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I didn’t even know what was going on inside of me. How could I be feeling any pleasure from being forced into the role of a girl - and a baby girl at that.

“Oh, how absolutely precious!” I heard my mommy saying behind me.

“Isn’t she?” Mrs. Garner asked Mommy.

“A baby bonnet never even occurred to me,” said my mommy.

I turned my head to see her expression. She was grinning from ear to ear and I knew I must look so babyish in my new bonnet and with the mittens tied on my hands.

“Oh, I suppose I’m just a little old fashioned,” replied Mrs. Garner. “Say! What with all the commotion going on here today, would you mind if I took this little one off of your hands for a little while?”

I thought there would be at least some hesitation on my mommy’s part, but she just smiled and agreed that Mrs. Garner could take me. Mrs. Garner wasted no time in scooping up her purse while still holding me in her arms. We were out the door and into public, which only heightened my shame but I was confident that we would be back indoors in very short order as Mrs. Garner lived right next to us.

Just as I’d predicted, Mrs. Garner went right inside her house. What I hadn’t expected was she took me right into a little girl’s room where she plopped me down on a padded table. She was so quick that before I knew what was going on, my plastic panties and diapers were off of me and the cold air was hitting me on my wet skin.

I tried to cover my throbbing privates, but Mrs. Garner pushed my hands away and went to work cleaning my diaper area with baby wipes. She paid no attention to my aroused state and covered me with lotion which felt so good that I forgot my humiliation at her treatment. She sprayed what seemed like tons of baby powder over me and a pink disposable diaper was taped into place at my waist.

“I’d put you into something prettier,” Mrs. Garner told me, “but we need to hurry.”

My head was spinning. What were we in a hurry for? Weren’t we already here? I watched as Mrs. Garner threw some things into a pink diaper bag and then she scooped me up again and we were out the door.

I was wondering if we were going back to my house already when Mrs. Garner headed towards her car. I stiffened but it wasn’t until I saw the carseat in the back that I balked at what was happening. Either I was weaker than I thought or Mrs. Garner was stronger than she looked because despite my attempts to get away, I found myself having the hand rest and shoulder straps of the carseat pulled down over me and I heard the snap as I was fastened into place.

“What are you doing?” I croaked after spitting my pacifier out. “You can’t take me anywhere like this!”

“Oh, Sweetie,” cooed Mrs. Garner, “we’re going to the mall. I have a hair appointment and you’re coming with me.”

“No,” I gasped while my heart sank.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Garner said grinning, “you will come and you are going to be a good girl or your Auntie is going to tell all the neighborhood kids about you being a baby girl at home. How does that sound, Nancy?”

As I absorbed her words, I wondered about if my sisters would confirm anything Mrs. Garner told my friends. I hated the thought of going in public as a baby girl. Who wouldn’t be able to tell I was a boy wearing diapers and a dress? Thinking I had no choice, I agreed to go.

“And?” asked Mrs. Garner.

“And?” I asked her right back not knowing what she meant.

“And you’ll be a well-behaved, sweet baby girl, right?” she said.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Say it, Sweetie!” she demanded.

“And, I’ll be a well-behaved, sweet baby girl,” I choked out.

“Call me Auntie G, Sweetie,” Mrs. Garner told me.

“I’ll be a well-behaved, sweet baby girl for you, Auntie G,” I said tearing up.

I slid down as far as the car seat strap between my legs would allow. I looked out of the window and the houses turned to stores and then we were at the mall. Auntie G took me out of the seat, handed me the diaper bag, and took my hand. We began the longest walk I’d ever taken as we went into the mall and down the corridors.

I shuffled next to Mrs. Garner as she seemed to deliberately walk as slowly as she could through the mall. Finally, we got to her hair salon. The few ladies who were there greeted Mrs. Garner warmly and then they seemed to notice me. Could they tell I was a boy in diapers and a dress? They all made comments and asked me questions but I remained silent and in a way that was more babyish than I realized, I squeezed next to Mrs. Garner and tried to hide behind her skirts.

One of the hairdressers made her way over to us and to my shock, picked me up and pulled me away from Mrs. Garner who moved off. I was put into a seat and an apron was tied around my neck. I wanted to scream or run away, but Mrs. Garner’s threat was fresh in my mind so I sat still.

The hairdresser removed my baby bonnet and began combing out my hair. I sat in the chair not knowing what was going on as she combed my long hair down the front of my face and I felt the cold scissors slide across my forehead as the hair dropped onto the apron. I hoped she wasn’t going to cut off all of my hair, but she seemed to just want to trim the rest. She started putting foil in my hair and then put some foul smelling goop into my hair. She washed it out and more goop went in my hair.

I was sitting there with the stuff in my hair when another woman came over and started to paint my nails. I looked over to see Mrs. Garner who was watching me and grinning. I had my fingernails painted pink and then I felt something on my ear. I thought the woman needed to cut a loose strand of hair, but instead I felt a sharp pain in my earlobe. I began to bawl and the woman said something to me and did it again in my other ear.

My hair was washed again, blow dried, and the woman combed it, fastened my long hair up at the sides. The apron was pulled off and I was handed my baby bonnet. Mrs. Garner was at my side and took my hand. She led me to a full-length mirror where I saw a beautiful baby girl standing next to her.

“I’m pretty,” I said seeing my now blond hair up in pigtails and the babyish cut of my bangs.

I looked like a little baby girl and no longer like the eight-year-old boy that I was. And then I saw the pink earrings that adorned each of my ears. I looked at myself and all I saw was a girl that I would have found pretty. Mrs. Garner had turned me into a pretty little girl and I was going to be going home that way.

“You are pretty, Nancy,” Auntie G told me.

I held her skirt as she paid for my makeover.

I was in a daze. I looked out of my new image at the people in the mall. Auntie G stopped at a store window and I was looking around and I noticed a little boy my age… My age! No, he was five or four, maybe and he was looking at me like I looked at my crush. He was attracted to me!

I began blushing and without thinking, I began filling my diapers with pee. As the boy watched me I raised my thumb up to my mouth to suck it like a baby would, but my mittens stopped me from doing anything except putting the tip in my mouth. It felt so good watching him watch me and I began getting that hard, tingle feeling again.

Auntie G pulled me away and dragged me into a department store. She led me to the girl’s section and we began shopping for girl’s outfits for me. Right in the middle of the store she pulled the dress off of me leaving me out in the open in my soaked diaper, mittens, and socks. I was so humiliated but to my surprise, people walked by and paid little attention to us. She would pull a dress over my head and then have me twirl.

After an unknown period of time trying things on, the hell of the experience was over and she put me back in my dress at last. I was so glad that the boy I’d seen early hadn’t gotten to see me practically naked in the store.

“You were such a good girl for Auntie,” Mrs. Garner told me as we left the store. “I told your mommy that we’d get you a dolly of your very own and since you were so well behaved, I think I’ll let you pick out what dolly you want.”

My face burned. Mommy had told Auntie that I wanted a dolly. I held Auntie G’s skirt again as we made our way to the toy store. In the girl’s section, I picked a dolly whose hair was blond like mine and Mrs. Garner purchased it for me. I had my own dolly and my shame was high as I carried her back to Mrs. Garner’s car.

I didn’t fight being fastened into the car seat. In no time we were back at Mrs. Garner’s house and I was once again on the changing table. Mrs. Garner stripped me of everything except my mittens. I couldn’t fight what was happening. Mrs. Garner put layer after layer of cloth diapers between my legs after I’d been generously covered with powder.

White plastic panties with a silky material covering were slid over my diapers and that was covered with my first pair of white tights. To my horror, Mrs. Garner put me in a bralette and finally a baby dress that was open in the back exposing my diapered bottom to the world. She put botties on my feet and dragged me off of the table.

Mrs. Garner led me to a full-length mirror and I looked at myself. I was so pretty! There wasn’t anything “boy” left about me.

“Are you ready to go home?” Mrs. Garner asked me.

Auntie took my hand. She’d put so many layers of diapers between my legs it was impossible to walk correctly. Instead I waddled and my plastic panties crinkled with every step. It was so humiliating. Yet with each step closer to my house my excitement grew along with my shame.

Mrs. Garner took me inside my house and the first thing I saw was a new playpen in the living room. I knew it was mine as we walked through the room and towards the many female voices coming from the kitchen.

At first there was silence as Mrs. Garner pulled me into sight of everyone. And then I heard squeals and giggles. I looked up at my mommy and saw her grinning as her eyes sparkled while she absorbed my new look.

“She threw a fit at the salon until I agreed to have her hair styled,” I heard Mrs. Garner say.

I could have denied Mrs. Garner’s lie, but instead I nodded my head “yes”.
“Mommy?” I asked, pulling my pacifier out of my mouth. “Do I look like a boy anymore?”

“No,” she replied. “Nothing left of a boy about you except what’s in your diapers.”

Patty was crying and eventually everyone noticed.

“My baby sister got earrings before I did!” she wailed when she was asked why she was so upset.

“I”m her baby sister now,” I thought shamefully to myself. “I’m Nancy!”

I started to wet my diapers.

I, like many others, learned to read from the “Dick and Jane” series of books to which I was first introduced in the first grade. While the dog, Spot, ran and Dick played games with Jane, I was absorbed in looking at pictures of the pretty dresses Sally wore. I was envious of the puffy sleeves, the pink, the ruffles, and the short hems. I learned to read really quickly while pouring over those books wishing I could wear those beautiful outfits.

The only problem with sharing my desire to wear Sally’s pretty dresses was that I was a boy and, even at 5 years old, I knew that boys wore pants and girls wore dresses. I kept my fascination to myself. Over the next couple of years, Dick and Jane were replaced, and mostly forgotten, when books for older readers took over my required and recreational reading.

Jump forward to the fourth grade and a certain day when we came into the classroom from our recess. Our teacher Mrs. G. began teaching but quickly stopped and demanded the class to tell her, “Who did it?”

I had no idea of what she was talking about until she didn’t get an answer and began calling students up to her desk. I watched with fascination as Tina A. was turned around and Mrs. G. looked down the back of her pants. As an adult, I think that had Tina protested, we might not have had to endure the humiliation. However, she didn’t resist and neither did anyone else.

One by one, each of us in the class made our way up to our teacher's desk, who pulled our pants aside, and peered into them to see our bare bottoms. I couldn’t pull my eyes away when Becky F. walked up to the desk. Becky wore a skirt and, from my desk, I had a perfect view when Mrs. G. pulled the skirt up in the back. Had Becky not moved, no one except Mrs. G. would have seen anything, but Becky squatted down when her skirt went up. Mrs. G. pulled on the skirt to get Becky to her feet and in so doing she exposed Becky’s panties to the whole class.
I was enraptured by seeing Becky’s panties. They were white, like the panties my mom wore, only they had pink roses and pink lace trim on the legs and waist. They were like nothing like I’d ever seen and even Mrs. G. using too much force to pull aside Becky’s panties so that half her bare bottom was in my sight, I couldn’t stop looking at the panties.

Girls in my class didn’t often wear dresses like Becky had that day. Most wore a type of pants, not like the boy’s jeans, but still pants. Mostly dresses were worn around the holidays or on picture day. That is except the Amish girls always wore dresses and some kind of tights.
Just like everyone else, I let Mrs. G. look down the back of my pants at my bare bottom. I realized years later that someone had probably pooped their pants and she was trying to find out who had done it, but then I was just another kid who followed the authority of an adult. For me though, the embarrassment wasn’t even comparable to the joy in seeing a couple of the girls in my class having their panties exposed. After that day, I became infatuated with looking up the skirts or dresses of women and girls.

Jump forward again - just one year. The fifth grade and Diane P. saw me looking up Denise S.’s skirt. I didn’t know she’d seen me or told our teacher, Miss O. I didn’t find any of that out until I got home and my mom was waiting for me.

I had been acting out a lot and my mom wasn’t normally one to punish us kids, but when my dad had abandoned us, she reluctantly took on the role. With my mom, she didn’t generally spank and have it over and done. She stewed about it and built herself up to punishments. That day I just got a talking to and sent to my room to think about what I’d done.

It wasn’t until a certain Friday after I’d been caught that I got my real punishment. I came home from school and mom was waiting for me. I thought my punishment was done, but my mom had stewed about it for a couple of days. She walked me to my room and laid out on my bed I saw a girl’s dress, panties, and tights. I didn’t understand until my mom began to take off my shirt.

I resisted, but I was only nine years old and even though I was a boy, my mom could still overpower me, which she did. I got tired first and could only cry as my mom stripped off my clothes and put me in panties.

“How long?” I choked out between sobs as the plain white cotton panties went up my legs.

“At least until bedtime,” she said, breathing hard from wrestling with me.

I gave in and even though I really had no choice, I let her put the white tights on me and then lifted my arms to make it easier for her to put me in the dress.

The dress was nothing like Sally’s dresses from the Dick and Jane series. It was a little big and the “waist” was down past my hips and the hem was almost to my ankles. It was your basic girl’s dress of the late 60s. Stylish for the time. It had a pattern of flowers on the chest, the arms went down to mid-forearm and ended in an understated frill. It was yellow and didn’t display many frills. The collar was also understated and was tight around my neck.

“It seems too long for anyone to see your panties,” my mom told me while adjusting the dress. “That was the purpose of the punishment. Should we see if Kate has a shorter dress you could wear?”

“The neighbor?” I asked, my heartbeat going up to a thousand beats a second. “This is Kate’s dress?”

“No, silly,” my mom said, “this is your dress. It used to be Kate’s but her mom loaned it to me.”

My neighbor Kate was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood and I was wearing her dress and I assumed, panties. I was somehow thrilled and humiliated at the same time.

“Did you tell her it was for me?” I practically sobbed.

“Well, I had to Sweetie,” she replied. “We better go see if she has something that would fit you better.”

“Mom,” I begged, “please, I'll never look up a girl’s dress again! I swear!”

“Of course you won’t,” she told me and took my hand.

Just like the fourth grade, I gave into the authority my mother had over me and, holding her hand, I went outside wearing a dress. We were at the neighbor’s house in no time and my mom knocked on the door.

Mrs. P. answered the door and was the first person, other than my mom, to see me wearing girl’s clothes. Moments later, as we were shown into the house, Kate saw me and she burst out laughing.

“That’s not how we treat guests,” Mrs. P. told off Kate.

“No,” said my mom, “don’t scold her. “He is being taught a lesson and it is appropriate that she does laugh.”

I was trying to hide behind my mom, but she pulled me out into the open again and told Mrs. P. that the dress was just too long and asked if she could borrow something shorter for me to wear.

“Kate’s dresses are all that size, but I have some put away that might fit better,” she told my mom. “Should we go find them?”

“Why did your mom put you in my dress?” Kate asked me when our moms had left.

“I got caught looking up a girl’s dress,” I told her.

“Oh? That’s hysterical,” she said. “Are you wearing panties too?”

“Uh… yes,” I replied.

“Ha!” she laughed. “Serves you right!”

She went back to doing her homework when the sounds of her mom and mine returning reached the room. They were chatting and Kate’s mom had a cardboard box in her arms.

The box was dropped in front of me and before I could stop it, Kate’s mom was lifting my dress up to pull it off. I felt my face begin to burn as I was ceremoniously undressed in front of Kate and by her mom. I felt naked even though I still wore the girl’s tights and panties.
My mom held up something to my chest and I couldn’t see much, but it was decided that it was worth trying it out.
“You want one of my camisoles?” Kate asked the room.

“Yes, Honey,” Kate’s mom replied, “please.”

I had no idea what a camisole was but I recognized a training bra when I saw it and I slowly raised my arms to allow Kate’s mom to slip it over my head. I heard the women cooing as it was tugged into place on my chest.

The new dress was soon going over my head with my arms willingly raised to make it easier on the women. I didn’t want to look. What I could see was mostly white with some pink and I felt the collar around my neck as well. I could feel the hem of the dress a lot higher up on my legs.
“Didn’t I wear that in Kindergarten?” Kate asked her mom.

“Yes, I think you did,” Kate’s mom answered. “It does fit really well, considering.”

“It’s cute,” Kate stated. “Do we have matching panties?”

“Check the box,” her mom said.

Kate rummaged in the box as my mom and Kate’s mom fussed over me. I watched as Kate pulled out a pair of silky pink and white panties that seemed to be made of nothing but lace and frills. I didn’t think it was possible for my face to be any redder, but it felt like my entire body was blushing.

To my absolute horror, Kate’s mom reached under the skirt of the dress and began removing the tights and panties! I was frozen in shock and I could only gasp out “Stop” before I felt the air begin to touch areas I wanted to keep covered.

“Don’t worry,” Kate’s mom said to mine, “Kate has babysat for her cousins.”

And that was it. My mom began to help and Kate and her mom took away the tights and panties. I assume because my mom, not used to being in charge or punishing her kids, simply let Kate’s mom take over while I paid the price for her timidity. The moment I lost my will came almost instantly when Kate reached up from where she was sitting by the box and lifted the hem of my dress and looked at my nakedness underneath.

“Mommy,” Kate said, “it looks smaller than baby Davie’s peepee.”

I looked at my mom who suddenly started to blush and look away as Kate’s mom lifted the dress’s hem even more and took a look and began to giggle.

“Well, Honey,” Kate’s mom said, “it’s unfortunate, but sometimes a boy will stay baby-sized all their lives, eh, Elizabeth?”

“Uh…” answered my mom, obviously uncomfortable, “yes, I guess so.”

“Did his daddy have a baby dick too?” Kate’s mom asked and Kate giggled.

“Um, no,” my mom told her. “He was normal.”

I stood meekly while Kate took it upon herself to put me into her old panties. She then took out a pair of pink socks and put them on my feet.
“Mom,” Kate began, tugging on her mom’s dress, “can I do her hair?”

I looked at my mom who stayed silent while Kate’s mom gave her permission. Kate had said “her” and I waited for my mom to correct her and when she didn’t, I felt betrayed.

“C’mon,” Kate said, grabbing my hand. “We’ll go to my room. Don’t worry. I’ll make you look so pretty.”

I meekly allowed myself to go with Kate. I had long hair. I hated to get it cut and Kate used that fact to her advantage. Kate played with my hair for the longest time and then she started putting makeup on my face. When she was done, she pulled me into what I assumed was her mom’s room where there was a full-length mirror.

“Take a look,” she instructed me.

I did. Looking back at me was a little girl. A toddler with curly hair held in pigtails with pink ribbons.

“Is this a baby dress?” I asked Kate.

“No,” she answered, “but it kinda looks that way with your hair like that.”

I was stunned. Instantly, I went back to when I wanted to be dressed like Sally and I couldn’t stop looking at how closely I did. Kate had asked me something but I didn’t really register her question.

“What?” I asked her.

“I said you need a girl’s name,” she answered. “You can’t go around like that with a boy’s name.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“I think ‘Nancy’ is a very pretty name,” she said. “Do you like ‘Nancy’? It does kind of suit you.”

“I guess so,” I answered, still looking in the mirror.

“Go ask your mom,” she ordered me.

“What?” I asked, stunned.

“Your mom,” she stated. “Go ask her to start calling you Nancy, okay?”

“Why would I?” I asked, puzzled.

“Because if you don’t, I’m telling all the girls at school.”

“Kate,” I gasped. “Please don’t tell.”

“Go ask your mom,” she ordered again. “And when you do, hold out your dress like this and then curtsey with your legs, like this.”

She showed me what to do and had me practice until I got it close enough. She then took my hand and led me downstairs. Our moms were at a table in the kitchen drinking coffee and my mom’s face lit with joy when she saw me.

“Oh, Kate,” my mom said, “she looks so cute!”

My mom had just referred to me as a “she”.

“She does!” exclaimed Kate’s mom as I walked over to my mom.

“Mommy,” I started. I hadn’t called her “Mommy” in forever.

“Mommy,” I started again, “will you please call me Nancy?” I asked her and did my best curtsey as Kate taught me.

I didn’t know what to expect. Her laughing? A slap on my face? I didn’t expect her to give me a great big hug and say how she’d be happy to call me Nancy, which is exactly what she did.

“Nancy, are you ready to go home?” my mom asked.

“Yes, Mommy,” I answered.

“Goodbye, Kate,” I said and hugged her.

“Goodbye, Mrs. P.,” I said and hugged her.

Mrs. P. hugged me tight and patted my pantied bottom.

“Do you want to take home Kate’s old dresses?” she asked me as she let me go.

“I guess so,” I answered, thinking it was more of the punishment.

“Looks like you’ve got a little sissy on your hands, Elizabeth,” she said.

“I guess I do,” my mom said.

Having seen how much I looked like a toddler girl, I wasn’t nearly as self-conscious about walking home from Kate’s house back to mine as I’d been leaving my house in a dress. I put the box of clothes in my room and tried to ignore my brother’s jibes and teasing. That night I got into my regular underwear and pajamas and mom took away the girl's clothes I’d been wearing.

The next day I got up thinking that the punishment of the day before was over and I got into my regular clothes. Mom didn’t say anything at breakfast and I thought I was in the clear. Another boring day at school and a few winks from Kate when I saw her in the hall. Winks that I ignored.

I got home and waiting for me on my bed that day was the cardboard box with the dress from the day before along with the panties and the socks that I’d had to wear folded neatly inside. My mom, who I’d said “hi” to, hadn’t said anything to me about continuing my punishment. I could have ignored the box and gone about my day figuring that if my mom wanted more punishment she could make me do it again. Instead, I thought of myself wearing the dress again and my heart began to flutter in my chest.

Without a moment of hesitation, I began digging in the box to see what I could find. The most amazing find was a pair of panties that were plastic on the outside with thick padding on the inside. I found a white, long sleeve turtleneck, a light blue skirt that seemed to have suspenders attached, and a bunch of socks like the ones I’d worn the day before. I debated with myself and finally decided that I’d continue my punishment myself.

I took off my clothes and put on the camisole, the shirt and then I tried to figure out the skirt. I thought I’d managed to get it the way it was supposed to look. I’d seen girls at school wearing similar skirts while at my school. I saw many pairs of panties in the box. Some of which I wanted to try, but the padded, plastic panties fascinated me and I really wanted to try them on, so I did. They felt weird between my legs, but I finished by putting on the socks.

There was nothing else to put on. I had no idea how I looked. My heart started beating faster as I left my room. I was so afraid that my mom would blow her top when she saw I’d put myself in the girl’s clothes, but I figured that I could pretend that I thought the punishment was ongoing.

My feet practically carried me by themselves into the living room and into my mom’s line of vision. My face was burning and I looked up and saw my mom was grinning with the biggest smile I’d seen since my dad had left. She called me over and adjusted the straps on the skirt thing I was wearing.

“Have you finished your homework, Nancy?” my mom asked, stressing the way she pronounced “Nancy”.

“Not yet, Mommy,” I told her.

“Okay, young lady, you best go do it,” she ordered, smiling at me and she playfully slapped my bottom as I turned to go.

“Nancy,” she stopped me.

“Yes, Mommy,” I looked back at her.

She came over and lifted my skirt to see my panties. I was only a little embarrassed as she felt them while I stood meekly looking at her.

“I see,” she said, “that you picked training panties. Do I need to start checking you, Nancy?”

“I guess,” I answered her, not having any idea what she was talking about.

I was shocked when she pulled on one of the leg holes and stuck her fingers into the panties.

“Still dry, I see,” she said in a sweet, sing-song voice.

Of course I was dry. I couldn’t figure out what Mommy was going on about. I went off to do my homework and as I was doing it, she came in and put a baby bottle, full of juice, on the table where I was doing homework. My face flushed red as I wondered if this was a continuation of the punishment.

“Are you still dry, Nancy?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mommy,” I answered, half thinking she meant thirsty.

Once again she stuck her fingers into my panties.

“Okay,” she said, “you let Mommy know if you think you have to make peepee.”

“Okay,” I agreed, my face burning.

“Do you need me to give you your bottle?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. I figured I could reach it from where she put it, that is, if I even wanted to drink from a baby bottle.
She picked up the bottle and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. She tilted me back and stuck the nipple to my lips. I finally got what she had meant. I parted my lips, the nipple went in my mouth, and I began drinking like a baby. I tried to stop but she held me and told me I had to finish it. I thought it was taking forever, but I heard the sucking sound increase as I got the last drops out of the bottle.
“That’s my baby girl,” my Mommy said to me and I felt myself warming on the inside.

Just before dinner that night, I went up to Mommy and told her that I had to go “peepee”.

She smiled at me.

“Do you want to use the potty, like a big girl, or do you want to try your training panties?” she asked me.

“Uh,” I stammered, “the potty? I think?”

I could tell by the look on her face that I’d made the wrong choice. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. She pulled down my panties and “helped” me onto the potty and then she knelt down and stared at me.

“I can’t go,” I finally told her.

I couldn’t do anything with her watching me even though I really had to go badly.

“Okay,” she said, “but it will be at least an hour before we try again.”

She pulled my panties up and we went off to eat our dinner. I couldn’t even finish eating before the strain on my bladder was desperate. I looked at the clock and in another twenty minutes I’d be able to try to use the potty again but even as I thought that, I felt myself peeing. I managed, somehow, to cut off the flow but in another five minutes, I had to release more pee into my panties.

“Mommy,” I finally said, once the clock said I could, “I need to use the potty.”

“Okay,” she said, taking my hand.

In the bathroom she once again pulled my panties down.

“What do we have here?” she asked me looking at the wet padding of the panty. “Did you have an accident, Nancy?”

“Yes,” I admitted, the wet proof now down around my ankles.

I began to cry as I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to pee before Mommy had even put me on the potty. She lifted me up and sat me down and finally, the pee went into the potty. My legs were dripping and I’d left a puddle on the floor. I continued to cry in shame as Mommy hummed while she cleaned up the mess I’d made.

Mommy began to run a bath and when it was full, she took off my clothes. For the first time, in as long as I could remember, Mommy gave me a bath. She actually took time to wash my hair and then, gently, the rest of me. I was dried off and she wrapped the towel around me above my nipples as if I needed to hide them from my brothers.

The box didn’t hold any more of the plastic panties. My mom gave me some white panties and put me in one of Kate’s old nightgowns. I went to bed as Nancy.

The next day, when I got home from school, Mommy was waiting. She led me to my room and without asking, started undressing me. When I was naked, she picked me up and laid me down on my bed. I wasn’t sure what was going on as she grabbed some white material and grabbed me by my ankles. She pushed back on my legs until my bottom was up off of the bed and spread the fabric under me.

I waited, wondering what was happening, as she took a white bottle and once again raised my bottom by pushing on my legs. I felt something soft hitting my bottom and sliding down my back a bit. It was the smell that I recognized. It was baby powder and she began spreading it on my bottom and over my front as well. She went as high as my nipples and even then I was confused.

She spread my legs and pulled the material up between them and I began to flush with fear and shame. My worst suspicion was confirmed when Mommy produced a thick tipped diaper pin and pinned one side of what I now knew was a diaper onto my body.
“Diapers?” I croaked out a question from my bone dry throat.

“Yes, Nancy,” my mommy said as she smiled at me. “You smell so good and I’m sure you’ll look adorable.”

She finished pinning me in the diaper and produced a huge pair of practically transparent, white plastic panties that allowed anyone to see I wore a baby diaper. I began to cry as she pulled them up my legs. The plastic panties were tight, but she pulled them up over my belly button and tucked them in at my legs.

Mommy had put me back in diapers and plastic baby panties. She sat me up and I felt the full bulk of the diaper between my legs. They were so thick! I stood with my legs slightly apart and looked down at the diaper and baby panties that puffed out all around me.

My tears dried up when I saw the dress in Mommy’s hands. It was a yellow and brown plaid pattern and while it had a white collar, it had no sleeves and looked a lot like a plain cone of cloth. I would learn later that my new dress was actually a maternity top that my mom had saved. I gulped looking at it. I slowly raised my hands and the simple dress went over my head. Mommy buttoned it up in the back. I could tell from the touch of my new dress that it didn’t even reach down far enough to cover the diaper I was wearing. I meekly let Mommy put ankle socks on my feet.

“You start your homework, little lady,” she told me.

As I did, she began to fix my hair. I somehow knew I’d be in pigtails again.

“One last thing,” she said, and I looked up to see her snap a pink pacifier on a strap to the front of my dress.

“Well?” she asked.

Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the pacifier and moved it to my mouth.

“Go on,” Mommy whispered. “You might as well get used to it.”

It was somehow worse that Mommy was making me do it myself and I slowly opened my mouth and pushed the rubber nipple past my lips. I began to suck on it just like a baby and Mommy hugged me and called me her “good, little princess”.

My hair done, my mommy left me to go make dinner. I kept sucking on the pacifier thinking that Mommy might come in at any time and catch me not using it. I felt the need to go pee and I went and found Mommy in the kitchen.

“I need to go pee,” I told her, feeling like a little kid.

“Okay,” she said, “go ahead and we’ll see if your diapers are going to leak.”

“I can’t use the potty?” I asked her, bewildered.

“Babies don’t use potties, Honey,” she informed me. “You need to get used to using your diapers.”

I turned to go back to my room.

“No, Nancy,” my mommy instructed, “do it right here.”

I felt my face burning and I began to cry as I tried to go pee. I just couldn’t do it.

“Close your eyes,” Mommy whispered and she put her arm on my shoulder. “Pretend you are in front of the potty and go just like that.”

I held the diaper like I was holding my peepee and with my eyes closed, I relaxed. The next thing I knew, I felt myself peeing.

“Oh, good girl,” Mommy whispered.

I felt the warmth of my pee go all along my front and down between my legs and slowly it began to warm my bottom. It was easy to keep going once I’d started.

“I’m all done,” I told my Mommy.

She touched the font of the diapers and told me I had done really well and then she gave me a candy and told me to go play until dinner.
“Um,” I started, “what about…” and I stopped because I didn’t know how to finish.

“Your bottle?” Mommy finished for me.

I wasn’t asking for a bottle. What did I want to ask for a diaper change? If I did, would Mommy think I wanted to keep in diapers? Panties? I didn’t know what to say and eventually I stammered a “yes” and I went back to my room.

Mommy might be mad if I didn’t drink the bottle. I sat down on the floor, pushing the wet diaper against my bottom as I did. Parts of it had become cold, but it also rubbed against my peepee and as it did, I felt an odd sensation. I discovered that if I slid my bottom back and forth, the feeling of the wet diaper rubbing on my peepee felt really nice. The next thing I know, I’m sliding back and forth and I’m drinking from the bottle when I start thinking of Kate seeing me diapered and acting like a baby girl. Instantly, I was hit with this tremendous wave of absolute pleasure that burst from my peepee and took over my body. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me as I drooled the milk I had in my mouth all over myself.

I don’t know how long I laid on my floor. Somehow I'd started sucking on my pacifier. I was in a state of almost bliss when Mommy came in and told me it was time for supper. In the kitchen, there was the addition of a baby’s high chair at the table and I knew it was there for me.
My brothers giggled and as Mommy snapped the tray of the high chair, essentially locking me in, they asked her if I was now a baby girl.

“Yes,” she told them, the joy clear in her voice. “This morning she came into my room and begged me to put her back in diapers and treat her like a baby girl. And if either of you tease or pick on her or don’t treat her right, you might find yourselves as baby girls too. Do you understand?”

Mommy had lied to my brothers. I never told her that I wanted to be a baby girl but I could tell that something about putting me in a dress had made her happier than anytime since my daddy had left us. This wasn’t a punishment anymore to her. I was going to be my mommy’s baby girl.

I began to cry and Mommy said that I must be hungry and she tied a baby bib around my neck. My brothers grinned and Mommy began to feed me while they ate like big boys. I finished after the boys and Mommy kept me in the high chair. She gave me another baby bottle to drink and I began to suck on it while I watched her from the high chair as she cleaned the kitchen.

I almost told Mommy when I felt the urge to pee come over me. Instead of telling her, because I already knew she’d just make me go in my diapers, I decided I would just go. It was so much easier to start. I felt a little shocked at just how easy it was for me to pee myself. In no time I had soaked my diapers like a little baby.

My diapers were so soaked that they almost slipped down my legs when Mommy got me out of the high chair. To my shame, she giggled seeing how soaked I was.

“Did you go potty in your diapers?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mommy,” I dutifully answered her.

She gave me another piece of candy and took me up to my bedroom. She laid a pad on my bed and laid me down on top of it. Off came my plastic panties and the soaked diapers and she began to coo at me. My face burned at this treatment, but she began to rub oil on my diaper area and it felt so good. The dry diapers, more this time as Mommy said I’d be in them all night, were pinned on and a new pair of plastic panties went on over them. I was put back in Kate’s old nighty and given my pacifier.

I went to school, as a boy, just like always. I could still smell the baby powder on me as I sat in class. I’d woken up during the night and when I remembered that I was wearing diapers, I peed myself. Mommy had been so pleased to see me wet in the morning. I got another candy. I ate it while Mommy dressed me. She had different pants for me. They didn’t have any pockets and there wasn’t a zipper. She just pulled them up and told me I’d have to sit down to go pee.

As soon as I came through the door after school Mommy laid me down on a pad that was on our living room floor and put me in my diapers. To my surprise she put me in one of Kate’s old dresses from the cardboard box. It was just a regular girl’s dress and before I knew it, she was taking me out the door. I was so upset that I found myself asking my mommy for my pacifier.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she told me, “Mommy left your dummy at home. If you’re a good girl today, Mommy will let you pick out a new one, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy,” I told her, still upset.

“I have an idea,” Mommy said. “You could suck your thumb.”

At first, I didn’t want to do it, but Mommy kept on me until I was sucking it like a little baby. It was so much easier to keep sucking my thumb than having Mommy upset with me, that I kept doing it even as we pulled up to the hair salon. I thought Mommy was going to get her hair done right up until the time she put me in the chair.

“Can you cut her bangs and even up the rest so she looks good when I put her in pigtails?” Mommy asked the woman stylist.

Mommy left me and I watched my hair dropping down as the woman wet, cut, and shaped my hair. She eventually finished and allowed me to look in the mirror. She had curled my hair into large sausage curls and I looked more like a little girl than I ever had before. If I hadn’t known it was me in the mirror, I would have found the girl there very pretty. Only it was me and I was going to have to go to school on Monday with this haircut. I didn’t cry. I wanted to cry, but I knew Mommy would be happy and I wanted to please her. I did, however, force myself to soak my diaper by peeing myself.

Mommy picked me up and our next stop was to a department store in town. She took my hand and led me to the section of the store that was for babies. Mommy showed me the pacifiers (along with all of the other infant items) and allowed me to pick out a new dummy. I found a yellow one. I didn’t really care. I just wanted to get out of the baby aisle.

Mommy didn’t. Instead, she decided to pick up a few things. Baby things, which I knew were meant for me. She grabbed a pink strap that was about six inches long and explained to me that it was used to clip onto my dress and not let my binkie hit the floor if I dropped it out of my mouth. She thought I needed two of those. A package of baby bottles, extra nipples, and a slew of other baby items - mostly baby girl items - went into our cart and then she handed me a pink baby rattle that actually had the word “baby” printed on it and had me shake it.

“Isn’t that fun?” she asked me.

“Uh, I guess so,” I told her.

“You can play with it,” she basically commanded me.

At the end of the aisle I saw, for a split second, Tina Murphy walking by with her mother. They didn’t come in the aisle but I had recognized her and she had looked right at me. A few moments later Mommy finished putting baby things in the cart.

Tina Murphy was the biggest girl in school and I was the smallest boy. When other people would pick on her for being “fat” or saying she was “ugly” she would take it out on anyone she felt she could bully and I had been one of her targets. Many times, in school, she had twisted my arm behind my back and made me say “Auntie”, which was her version of “Uncle”.

“Take a hold of my skirt, Sweetie,” she told me, as she began to push the cart. I felt like such a toddler, holding Mommy’s skirt and trailing behind her. I saw we were going into the girl’s clothes section of the store. My heart began beating really fast and my mouth went dry because I knew that the only reason we were going there was to buy clothes for me.

“Hi,” I heard from behind me.

I turned to see Tina Murphy. She had come to find me in the store.

“Hello,” I greeted her. I hadn’t thought about trying to make myself sound like a girl.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed while giggling. “It is you! You’re wearing a dress!”

“Yeah,” I agreed meekly. There wasn’t any reason to deny that I was in a dress. It was obvious.

“Who is your friend, Dear?” Mommy asked me.

“This is Tina Murphy,” I answered. “She is in my class at school.”

I was so ashamed. I would never live this down and I knew that everyone would know by Monday that she’d seen me wearing a dress at the store. I didn’t think I could be any more humiliating but the next moment I was proven wrong. With Tina standing right in front of me, Mommy lifted my dress and proceeded to check my diapers.

“Well, you’re a little wet,” Mommy announced, “but I think we can wait for a bit to change your diaper.”

I was frozen. My eyes were locked on Tina’s face and I saw her eyes widen when she recognized I wore a diaper under my dress. She burst into laughter as Mommy stuck her fingers past the elastic of the plastic panties and proclaimed to the biggest gossip in school that I had peed myself. The next thing I know, Tina has stopped talking to me and begins talking to Mommy.

“What’s your baby’s name?” Tina asks her.

“She likes to be called Nancy,” Mommy told her. She said it like it was something I wanted.

“I do babysitting,” Tina offered. “Even little babies. I know how to properly prepare bottles and feedings. I’ve taken CPR and First Aid. I can give babies baths,” she said looking me in my face grinning, “and change both disposable and cloth diapers!”

I felt my stomach fall and I silently prayed that Mommy would turn down her offer. We were in the same class! I couldn’t have a girl I saw every day in school babysit me!

“Really?” Mommy asked. “That is so nice! I hadn’t thought about needing a babysitter before!”

Mommy gave Tina a pen and a bit of paper to get her phone number so that when she needed me to be babysat, she could use her to take care of me. I had tried to be strong, but the thought of Tina changing my diapers was too much. I felt the tears building in my eyes and I let out a sob.

Tina was next to me in seconds and she slipped her arms around me and began softly patting my back as she hugged me and started saying “There, there,” softly in my ear.

“I won’t tell anyone at school what a sissy baby girl you are,” she whispered in my ear, “but you’re going to have to do something for me.”

“Okay,” I sniffled, “anything.”

“Starting now, you’re my girlfriend,” she told me. “Got it?”

“Yes,” I agreed, and reached to hug her to keep from dropping to the floor.

“I’ve got to go find my mom,” Tina told Mommy and she kissed my cheek and ran off.

Mommy took me to the toddler girl’s section and told me I was small enough that we would probably find something there that I’d be able to wear. Out of six dresses she selected, two of them fit me. They were both very girly and very babyish but my mind was on the fact that I was Tina’s girlfriend and she might actually babysit me one day. Then, as Mommy put back the dresses that hadn’t fit, I saw it. The dress! It looked like Sally from the Dick and Jane books had just stepped out of it and hung it on the rack. I was enthralled and Mommy noticed.
“If you’d like,” she told me, “I’ll get a pattern and make you a dress just like that one.”

I could have denied my desire - told my Mommy “no”.

“Oh, yes, Mommy!” I exclaimed. “Please? With matching panties?”

“Of course with matching panties,” she smiled. “Do you want me to put plastic inside the panties so you can wear them with your diapers?”

“Am I going to be in my diapers for a while?” I asked.

“Yes, Nancy,” she told me, “you are.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I told her, “plastic panties.”

I began sucking my thumb right in the store for everyone to see what a sissy baby girl I'd become.

It was the third time that I would have to pee in my bed that week. Just the night before my grandma had made it very clear what would happen if she were to find me in a wet bed the next morning which is why I began to cry as I tried to go. It was so hard to start peeing myself even though my bladder hurt from being so full I felt it would burst.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax while I imagined myself on the toilet. As I did, I felt the first squirt of my pee spread out on my now wet underwear and almost immediately turn cold against my skin. After the initial blast, I immediately stopped but when the next burst came, it didn’t stop even for a second.

Before, when I’d wet the bed the other times that week, I could only pee enough to wet myself a little bit, but this time I just couldn’t stop myself after only going a little; this time the wetness spread all around soaking my underwear, my pajamas, and the sheets. My grandma had covered the mattress with a rubber sheet and then a regular sheet and I could feel my pee pooling under my body where my weight had formed a dip in the bed.

“Okay,” I said to the bear on my nightstand, “I did it.”

“You did?” asked Teddy.

“Yes,” I answered.

To my surprise, Teddy began to giggle before he went quiet and the red glow of his eyes slowly died away.

When my sister and I came to spend the summer at my grandma’s house she had told us that she’d bought a box of old toys from one of her neighbors so we would have something to amuse us during our stay. Teddy, a talking teddy bear, was one of those toys. I was eleven and thought I was too old for such things. I thought my seven-year-old sister, Amy, would latch onto the bear but after a week, I found Teddy in my room. When I asked Amy she just said that it was what Teddy wanted.

I ignored the bear at first but one day I was bored and I turned it on. He asked if we could be friends and I jokingly answered, “Yes.” That was it. I thought he was stupid and I forgot all about him. That night I woke up to him talking to me.

He’d been on my dresser when I’d gone to sleep and when I woke up, he was on my nightstand talking away. At first I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but when I was fully awake I could hear him telling me to wet my bed and to my horror, his eyes were glowing a deep, bright red.

Terrified, the next morning I put Teddy back into the box; making sure he was well and truly off by taking out his batteries. That night I woke up to the stuffed bear, once again on my nightstand, telling me that I had to pee the bed or he’d make me pay. I don’t know why I did it, but, uncontrollably shaking, I told him to shut up.

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” he said angrily. “Wet your bed!”

Scared out of my mind I worked up the courage to reach out in order to remove the batteries from this toy from hell. Only thing was, there were no batteries to take. I crawled into bed and all the while the bear kept telling me to wet myself. Maybe it was because I was at a strange house or maybe because I was frightened, but I blurted out for the possessed bear to shut up and leave me alone.

“I will once you pee your bed,” whispered the stuffed toy.

“Okay,” I answered.

It took me a long time, but I managed to squeeze out some pee. Enough to wet the front of my pajamas and drip down between my legs.

“Okay,” I told the bear. “I did it.”

“Let me see,” ordered Teddy. “Put my paw on the wet spot.”

I felt like I was going crazy as I touched Teddy’s paw to my wet pjs. As soon as I said “See?” he went silent and his horrible glowing eyes went dead.

I’d somehow gone back to sleep and in the morning I’d thought it was a dream until I felt my wet underwear and pajamas cold and wet against my skin. There was a wet spot on the sheet of my bed that was about the size of a basketball. I ignored it and put my wet clothes in the hamper and simply got dressed.

As soon as I got a chance, I threw Teddy in the garbage can my grandma kept at the side of her house.

“Sammy,” I heard my grandma calling me later that morning.

“Yes?” I asked when I went into the bedroom.

She had pulled down my covers exposing the shame of my pee stain on the bed.

“Did you do this?” she asked.

“Uh, yes,” I stammered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I just didn’t.”

“You have to tell me stuff like this, Sammy,” she said as she frowned at me.

“What happened?” I heard Amy asking from the doorway.

“Sammy has wet the bed,” my grandma told her.

“What!” she shouted. “He really did?”

“Yes,” said grandma, “He really did and now I have to clean it up.”

“Oh my God,” Amy said while she laughed.

“And he will tell me if it happens again, won’t you?” she asked, looking me in my eyes.

“Yes, Grandma,” I answered.

I was so afraid that when I went to bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. Somehow, Teddy was back on the dresser and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his evil face. Eventually, I did sleep only to wake up with the bear’s red eyes glowing as he whispered “Do it again,” over and over.

I didn’t even argue. I laid there in the glow from his red eyes, terrified, until I eventually began to pee. I peed myself more than I had the night before and when I was done, I told Teddy.

“Don’t tell anyone I made you,” he said. “And don’t throw me in the garbage again!”

His eyes went dark and I was left in a wet bed. In the morning my grandma woke me up and I had to work up enough courage in order to tell her I’d wet my bed again. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as I said the words and felt my face burning with shame that I didn’t feel I deserved.

“I’m glad you told me you wet your bed,” she said later that night as I watched her put a rubber sheet on my bed. “This isn’t punishment,” she added, putting a regular sheet over the rubber one. “This is to protect the mattress. However, should you wet the bed again, I’ll have no choice but to get you diapers to wear.”

I started to bawl as I looked at the bear on my nightstand. I was eleven years old and going back into diapers was a humiliation I couldn’t even imagine.

“Grandma,” I choked through my sobs, “please don’t do that to me!”

“You are doing it to yourself,” she sighed.

And I had. I had peed my bed like a toilet and I was lying there soaked to the bone and waiting for morning.

I woke up on my own, shivering and smelling like pee, and I felt that I had to pee again. I was going to get up and go to the bathroom, but I was soaked and I worried that I might actually drip on grandma’s floor. Feeling like it didn’t matter, I began peeing in the bed again. It came easy. The pee flowing out like nothing and the warmth spread along my back and to the back of my neck.

Grandma came into my room sometime later and as soon as I saw her, I began to cry. She peeled back the covers and looked at me.

“Oh my,” she sighed. “You are soaked. Don’t move.”

I didn’t move. She was gone a long time and when she eventually came back her hands were full of garbage bags and Amy was trailing along behind her. Amy’s eyes were almost as wide as the smile that split her face at seeing me laying in the bed soaked from head to foot in my own pee.

“He stinks,” she said.

“Yes,” my grandma agreed as she placed the garbage bags on the floor at the side of my bed.

“Okay,” she said, “up we go!” and she pulled me up by my arms until I was standing on the garbage bag.

I heard the drips hitting the plastic bag as I stood there. Grandma reached out and started lifting the bottom of my pajama top and I automatically raised my arms as the stinky, wet top was pulled up and over my head spreading my own pee across my face but when she reached for my pajama bottoms, I balked and grabbed them.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“These need to come off,” she stated bluntly.

“I can do it when you and Amy aren’t here,” I argued.

“That may be,” Grandma agreed, “but there is no need for you to be modest. I’m going to be putting you in your diapers, so I’ll be seeing you naked anyway.”

“What?” I gasped. “But…”

“Enough!,” she practically shouted. “I didn’t spank you the first night you wet the bed but maybe I should have! If you don’t behave for grandma, you’re going to get your fanny tanned. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but Amy!” I exclaimed.

“Yes. Yes,” she said. “You’ll get used to it.”

I gasped as my grandma slowly pulled down on my pajama bottoms and my underwear which I still gripped with all of my might. Down they went; lower and lower. I felt the cold air on the top of my butt as it dawned on me that grandma was stronger and that I was going to lose. I gradually released my grip on my slowly dropping clothes and looked at the bear on my nightstand who seemed to be looking back at me.

I instantly knew, from both the cold air on my skin and from the feel of the elastic going down my legs, as I was finally exposed to Amy and Grandma.

“Oh my,” said Grandma while Amy went “Huh,” as my bottoms and underwear bunched up around my ankles. Grandma made me step up, first on one foot and then on the other, as I was completely naked in front of them. Without missing a beat, Grandma began to dry me off with a towel she’d brought in with the garbage bags.

“Amy?” asked Grandma.

“Yes,” replied my smirking sister.

“Take you little brother to the bathtub while I finish up,” she ordered.

I wanted to argue that I was older than Amy, but I figured that Grandma was teasing me and I didn’t want her to know that it mattered.

“I guess you’re a bedwetter now?” Amy asked me.

“Uh,” I thought for a moment, “yeah. I guess I am.”

It felt really weird standing naked in the tub in front of my little sister having this conversation. I wanted to tell her the truth. Teddy had made me do it, but that seemed crazy and I just wanted it to all go away.

Grandma eventually came in and began to fill the tub with water as I stood in it not knowing what to do. To my ultimate shame I didn’t resist when Grandma pushed me down into the hot water and began to give me a bath. I thought I was in enough trouble and didn’t want more. She started washing me from my head down. She ordered me to stand so she could wash my lower half.

“Amy, come here,” she ordered. “If you ever have to give your little brother a bath you’ll need to know this. Your brother has an ‘innie’ and you can’t just wash this little bit here.”

To my shock, Grandma pinched at where my peepee was and eventually got ahold of it and pulled it out of its hole.

“You see what I’m doing?” she asked Amy.

“Yeah,” answered Amy with an intense look on her face as she watched Grandma wash it.

Grandma let me go and my thing slowly went back inside me where it belonged.

“Do you think you can do that?” Grandma asked Amy.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered. “I think I can.”

“Well, we need to be sure. Go on and try it for yourself.”

Amy tried and when it sprang back in me, tried again. Grandma had her try over and over until she was able to do it without it slipping back inside. I couldn’t believe the awkwardness I felt as my sister learned how to pull my thing out of its pocket in order to wash it.

“You’ll have to do it when you diaper him or put on rash cream,” Grandma told her.

“Okay,” said Amy matter-of-factly. “Sammy’s going back into diapers?”

“Yes,” answered Grandma, “until he stops wetting.”

Amy, after seeming to ignore me, looked into my eyes and grinned from ear to ear. I felt heat burning my face as I saw the look on her face. She was in heaven knowing that not only was Grandma putting me back into diapers but she might get to diaper me too. My heart sank and I thought of my six-year-old sister putting me in a diaper.

Grandma wrapped a towel around me and lifted me out of the tub; making me feel like I was still a little kid.

“Pull the drain, Amy,” Grandma instructed my sister.

Grandma carried me into my bedroom and I saw everything was stripped off of my bed except the rubber sheet. She laid me down and then she began to dress me. I felt like a toddler as she pushed and pulled and dressed me while I mostly laid on the bed.

The day went by normally until just after lunch at which time my Grandma asked my little sister, who was six, to watch her “little” brother. My Grandma put my sister, who was five years younger than me, in charge of me while she was gone! I couldn’t believe what was happening as Amy received instructions as to what she should do in an emergency and which neighbor to go to should she need help that wasn’t an emergency.

Oddly, nothing much was different when Grandma left. Amy and I did our own things and kept out of each other’s way until Grandma returned with bags in her arms. I felt my face flush knowing that the things in the bags were for me. I told myself that it didn’t matter, but I knew that it did. Grandma didn’t pull the stuff out of the bags, which I was grateful for and everything went normally until bedtime.

“Okay, Sammy, upstairs!” she ordered. “Time for your diapers!”

Grudgingly, I went to my room. Grandma laid me down on the rubber sheet and began to undress me. In my head I’d thought all along that when Grandma said diapers she really meant “pullups” and just didn’t know what to call them. Grandma pulled out what, to me, looked like huge white pieces of cloth. She grabbed both of my ankles and began to lift and push on them until my knees were up by my chest and my bare bottom into the air. Holding me in that position she slid one of the huge pieces of cloth under my butt and it was then that I realized, with shock, that I wasn’t going into pullups but into actual, real cloth diapers; the kind babies wear.

I started shaking uncontrollably as I watched in disbelief as Grandma put another and another of the cloth diapers under my bottom. Still holding me like that with one hand, she expertly grabbed a bottle of baby oil with her other hand and began squeezing the oil on my backside. I felt her cold hand as she began to rub to oil over my bottom, between my legs, and even up onto my belly.

I tried to melt into the bed from shame, but the smell of the baby powder hit me and I looked down to see myself covered in the white stuff until Grandma rubbed it into my skin as she had done with the baby oil. She lowered my legs, spread them wide, and pulled the diapers up to my belly button. Then the pins came out. Two actual diaper pins! Both complete with yellow, plastic duckies on the ends and I, at eleven years old, was pinned into a diaper by my Grandmother.

“This isn’t to punish you, Sammy,” my Grandma said to me as she pulled something, I couldn’t make out what, from one of the bags. “It was all I could find that would fit you.”

The horrible shame of everything that had happened to me up until then instantly paled in comparison when Grandma unfolded the biggest pair of plastic pants imaginable in front of my widening eyes. I began to cry when I saw, with humiliation, that the white plastic pants were covered with an infant print of blocks spelling out the word “Baby” over and over across the surface of the pants.

“Please Grandma,” I begged her, “I won’t ever wet the bed again,” I said, knowing it was true because I wouldn’t let the bear make me do it again.

Nothing I said, however, stopped Grandma from slowly pulling the babyish, plastic pants up my legs until they covered the diapers I wore. Grandma had put me into diapers like a baby and as if to emphasize my shame, the plastic pants spelled out “Baby” for all the world to see what my bedwetting had made me.

Grandma didn’t even try to soothe my feelings as she pulled me from the bed and had me stand while she began to make my bed.

“I got these from my friend, Evelyn,” she told me as she unfolded the sheet I’d be sleeping on. It was awful. The sheet was not only covered in babyish circus animals, it was also covered with yellow pee stains of the previous owner. A matching top sheet followed and then what could only be described as a baby blanket completed my bedding.

The only solace I had was that Amy had not seen any of these humiliations. I crawled into the bed and my Grandma kissed me goodnight. No one had kissed me goodnight in years but it didn’t stop me from eventually crying myself to sleep cursing Teddy who continued to sit on my nightstand.

I woke up to Grandma gently shaking me. For a brief moment I didn’t remember my diapering. It came rushing back when Grandma asked if I’d had a dry night.

“I guess so,” I told her.

I couldn’t remember Teddy waking me up or having me pee myself, so I thought that I must be dry. I didn’t feel cold and wet at any rate. Grandma pulled back the covers and I saw the huge bulky diapers between my legs and the awful, babyish plastic pants. Grandma partially turned me and I felt her cold fingers go past the elastic of the plastic pant’s leg hole and against my bottom.

“Nope,” Grandma said sadly. “Looks like you wet your diapers.”

“What?” I stammered. “I couldn’t have!”

“Well, you did,” Grandma insisted. “But I don’t think you need to be changed just yet.”

“Okay,” I agreed, not understanding what she meant.

“Let’s get you breakfast,” said Grandma as she lifted me from the bed.

She took my hand and began walking me toward the door. It was when we stepped into the hall that it came to me that Grandma planned to leave me in the huge diapers and plastic pants! I couldn’t believe it and I pulled my hand from Grandma’s and ran back into my room to find something to wear.

“What are you doing?” Grandma asked me.

“You need to dress me,” I answered.

“I do?” she asked, frowning. “How about you get your diapered bottom over here before I lose my temper?”

“Please, Grandma,” I begged, starting to cry. “Not like this! Not in diapers and baby pants!”

But Grandma only reached out her hand and I eventually took it and waddled next to her down the stairs and into my sister’s view. Her mouth hung open as she took in the bulky mass of diapers and the infantile baby pants. I had expected teasing but she only responded with true shock.

“You look like a baby,” she finally told me.

“I know,” I said, sniffing back my tears.

Grandma picked me up and set me into the chair and placed a bowl of cereal in front of me.

“Are you going to feed him,” Amy asked Grandma.

“I hadn’t thought about it,” Grandma stated bluntly. “Do you think I should?”

Ice went through my blood at the suggestion that I needed to be fed. Just because I was diapered and wore plastic pants that said “Baby” didn’t mean I forgot how to feed myself.

“Yeah,” answered Amy. “I think you should. Babies are messy!”

Amy had put a lot of emphasis on the word “babies” and my face burned. Grandma smiled as she tied a dish towel around my neck, pulled a chair close to mine, and picked up my spoon. I tried to take the spoon but Grandma pushed my hand down and told me to open wide.

“After all,” she said as she fed me a spoonful of cereal, “babies are messy!”

To my horror she began to laugh and Amy joined in too. I was eleven years old and my Grandma was feeding me! Grandma had a huge smile as she gave me spoonful after spoonful; stopping occasionally to wipe my face with the towel. Amy was done with her breakfast but she remained at the table to watch my feeding.

“Amy, would you please take your baby brother into the living room?” Grandma asked my sister when the bowl was empty.

“Sure,” said Amy.

I was shaking with rage and shame as my sister took my hand. I waddled next to her as she walked me into the next room. I listened to Grandma cleaning the dishes in the kitchen as Amy sat me down in front of the couch.

“I think I saw something in the toy box that is perfect for you to play with,” Amy told me as she went off.

I was alone and I began to feel the pressure on my bladder that meant I had to pee. I knew that I could hold it for a bit but that if Grandma didn’t let me out of the diaper soon, I’d have to pee in it. Amy came back and it didn’t come as any surprise to me when she put down baby toys in front of me.

“I’m not a baby,” I said angrily. “I’m not going to play with these.”

“You don’t have to,” replied Amy. “I’m going to tell Grandma you wanted them no matter what you do.”

Before I could respond, Grandma was at my side.

“Oh, how cute!” Grandma exclaimed. “I guess you’ll be entertained until I get back.”

I ignored their teasing and simply sat on the floor and pouted.

“Amy,” said my Grandma, “I’m going out for a few things. Will you watch the baby until I get back?”

I knew Grandma’s teasing was her way of punishing me for wetting the bed, but it hurt; which I guess was the point. Amy, however, was just enjoying my humiliation way too much and was just being mean when she agreed to “watch the baby”.

“Grandma?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Uh, are you going to dress me before you go?”

“No,” she answered. “You’ll be fine.”

That was it. She left me diapered with my little sister as she went off.

“Amy?” I asked after a while.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Do you think you could stop egging Grandma on?”

“About what?” she asked with false innocence.

“Like about feeding me,” I answered.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, “It’s just funny, that's all.”

“Not for me,” I said under my breath.

Grandma was gone for a while and I had to pee more and more the longer she was gone. I wasn’t even thinking about it when eventually, I felt myself starting to pee. Amy was upstairs and as soon as I felt what I was doing, I cut off the stream by squeezing my legs together as much as I could. In hardly any time at all, I was peeing myself again. I thought I should stop myself but while I was debating, I realized that I had finished. I’d wet a diaper!

I wasn’t sure how I should feel about what I’d done. Nobody would know so I wondered if I should be ashamed of myself? I didn’t feel ashamed though; I felt like it had just happened and in no time, I forgot all about it.

Grandma came bustling through the door with more bags in her arms. I just kept watching the cartoons that Amy had put on for me to watch as Grandma went into the kitchen. I barely noticed as she sat on the sofa behind me.

“Come here, Sammy,” Grandma ordered me.

I got up and started to waddle to where she sat. I noticed that the diaper was very heavy and was now hanging low between my legs. I realized I must have wet more than I thought, but Grandma wouldn’t have any way of knowing that I’d peed myself.

“Your diaper seems much fuller now then when I left,” Grandma told me.

I think my blush told my Grandma the truth of what I’d done.

“Yes, I thought so,” said Grandma as she pulled me up onto her lap. “I want you to know that I wouldn’t be doing this if you hadn’t peed your diapers, Sammy, but since you did, this is what happens to you if you act like a baby.”

My heart was beating like crazy not knowing what she meant. I found out when my Grandma produced a baby bottle full of milk. She laid me across her lap with my head in the crook of her elbow and pushed the rubber nipple against my lips. Tears formed in my eyes as I opened my lips and accepted the nipple into my mouth. I tasted the milk dripping from the end of the nipple and my Grandma told me “drink your baabaa, Sweetie”
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It was hard at first. I had to suck the milk and then swallow and let air go into the bottle before sucking some more. I kept this up while my Grandma held the baby bottle until I had sucked practically every drop of milk.

“That was good,” Grandma praised me, “but I think one more.”

Another bottle came out and I took the nipple and began to suck. While I drank from it like a baby, my Grandma began to whisper to me about how cute I looked and how much she enjoyed having a baby in the house again. She kept up this sweet talking until I emptied the bottle. She moved me around and began to pat my back. I leaned against her until I could force out the burp which I knew she’d been wanting.

“Let’s get you in a fresh diaper,” she soothingly whispered in my ear.

“But I want to get dressed, Grandma,” I told her.

“A diaper is getting dressed, Sweetie,” she stated. “At least it is for you.”

The heavily soaked diaper swung between my legs as Grandma led me to my bedroom. Amy perked up as we passed her room and I heard her getting up. She joined us in my room and I became resigned to the fact that Grandma would let her watch me being changed. Grandma laid a mat on the floor and gently pushed me down on it. She reached into the plastic pants and unpinned both of the pins and pulled them out leaving the plastic pants covering the diapers. She pulled the whole mass down my legs and off of me until I was naked.

The wipes she used to clean me were cold and I suffered Amy watching every shaming moment. More diapers, oilling, powdering, and as she had the night before, Grandma pinned me in the bulky cloth. The plastic pants came next and I was horrified to see them printed with bears in diapers over a gingham print. They seemed to scream “baby” as much as the others had spelled it out.

When I began to tear up and sniffle, Grandma pulled out another surprise and a pacifier came out of her pocket and right into my mouth. Amy, who hadn’t seen me drinking from baby bottles, began to giggle as I began sucking on the pacifier.

“Doesn’t he look precious?” Grandma asked Amy.

“Oh, yes!” Amy exclaimed. “I love his plastic pants! They are so cute!”

My face burned and then Grandma, beyond belief, produced something that shamed me even more. Over my head it went and Amy broke out in peels of laughter as Grandma snapped the onesie together between my legs. On the front was a pink, baby bunny with the words “Grandma’s Baby” in big, bold letters.

“Oh my God, Grandma!” Amy squealed. “How adorable!”

“We need to get your baby brother fed,” Grandma told Amy.

“Is wittle Swammy hungry?” Amy asked me in baby talk as she took my hand.

I waddled along behind my sister as she continued using the most outlandish baby talk which I refused to answer. Amy took me to my spot at the table and my Grandma gave her a bib to tie around my neck. I could barely make out the pink elephant on the bib through my tears. Amy kept patting my back and shushing me as I cried thinking how foolish I must look.
“This is no good,” Grandma said. “I’m putting him to bed and then we’ll eat, Amy.”

With no supper, Grandma put me to bed and left me with a kiss on my forehead and a full baby bottle next to me on the bed. I was exhausted from my crying and I fell asleep almost immediately. At some time during the night I woke up with Teddy’s red eyes glaring at me. He didn’t say anything and I reached into the diaper to discover I’d wet myself. I had really just wet my bed or more accurately, my diapers. I went from a big boy to a baby in one day!

“Put this on,” Teddy ordered.

From the light of his glowing eyes I saw something bunched up between his legs. I got out of bed and grabbed what was there. Unfolding the material I’d found, it became obvious that Teddy wanted me to put on one of my sister’s nighties.

“Please, Teddy,” I whispered, “I already peed my diapers. Don’t make me wear a nightie, please?”

“Do it,” Teddy ordered.

Shaking, I put on my sister’s nightie. It was mostly white but the sleeves were just pink ruffles as was the hem, but it wasn’t long enough to cover my diapers and plastic pants. Feeling lost, I told Teddy I did it and his eyes stopped glowing. I went back to bed.

I saw the baby bottle next to me and I thought to myself that only a baby would drink from a baby bottle without someone forcing him to do it. I had felt shame when Grandma had fed me like a baby, but I’d also felt a funny kind of warmth inside me.

“Something is seriously wrong with me,” I told myself as I picked up the bottle.

I touched the rubber nipple to my lips and wondered what Grandma would make of her Grandson in the morning. Me with an empty bottle, a soaked diaper, and now wearing my sister’s nightie would really be a picture for her when she got me up in the morning. I began to suck the warm milk just as I had for Grandma and thought that I could have just unscrewed the cap and drank from the bottle like a cup, but here I was drinking it just like a baby would.

“I should stop this,” I thought to myself. “I can’t have an empty bottle in the morning!”

And then it was too late. The bottle was empty and I had no excuse. “I was just hungry,” I told myself.

I woke up early with the pressure on my bladder telling me I needed to pee, but told myself that Grandma was going to make me use my diapers anyway, so I let myself go and started peeing and as I did, an odd thought came into my head.

“What if Grandma came in to find me not only in a soaking diaper with an empty baby bottle in the bed but, what if,” I thought to myself, “what if I was sucking on my very own baby pacifier? What if indeed?”

I found the pacifier and shaking, I put it in my mouth and began sucking. I kept telling myself I’d better take it out, but I didn’t and then in walks Grandma who sees me and begins to chuckle.

“My, my, how sweet a baby you look,” she says to me.

I should spit it out, but I don’t. I suck even harder knowing I’m caught. Instead of being cross, Grandma seems happy as she begins to whistle as she goes about the room. I regret having started to act like a baby.

Grandma pulls back the covers and sees, for the first time, that I’m wearing Amy’s nightie. She looks me in my eyes and asks me if I put on the nightie as she sticks her finger into my soaked diapers. I nod my head yes, sucking madly on my pacifier. She doesn’t say anything to me. She just rubs my tummy for a good long time.

“Is the baby hungry?” she finally asks me.

I just nod my head yes again.

I waddle in my heavy diapers as I follow Grandma. She doesn’t have to do it, but she picks me up and puts me on my chair. In no time she has pulled up a chair next to mine and she pulls out the pacifier with a “pop”. I make no complaints as Grandma spoon feeds me my breakfast.

“I didn’t hear Sammy crying this morning,” my sister says from the doorway of the kitchen.

“No,” says my Grandma, “he was happy as a clam with his binky.”

“Really?” my sister asks, stopping suddenly and staring at me.

“Oh yes,” Grandma cheerfully answers.

“Hey, that’s my nightie!” Amy exclaims.

“Sammy is just borrowing it,” Grandma tells her. “You can have it back when I get Sammy his own nighties to wear.”

“Well, good,” says Amy, “I guess.”

Amy just gives me one of her smiles and watches me being fed by Grandma while she starts to eat her own breakfast.

Amy is still eating when Grandma lets me go into the other room. I don’t want to do it, but I’m feeling a need to poop that can’t be denied. When I was still a toddler I would sometimes let the poop come out a little bit and then I could have it go back inside. I squatted down in the living room and let the poop out a little bit. I must have lost the knack because once I started, I couldn’t stop. It felt so strange because my poop, which usually would drop in the toilet, began building up between my cheeks and spreading out through my diapers.

I didn’t say anything. I just watched the television. I felt the poop spreading as I sat and I got a strong odor after only a few moments. Any second my sister and my grandma would know that I’d pooped myself; like a baby. I wanted to go hide but I heard my sister calling my grandma and saying she smelled something.

In a flash Grandma was in the room with Amy looking doubtful behind her.

“Oh, yes,” said Grandma pulling my diapers from my bottom, “he is certainly messy.”

Amy looked shocked as she stared at me.

I tried not to look at Amy. I concentrated on Grandma and followed her upstairs when she took my hand. In no time, most of the mess was in the diaper Grandma had taken off of me before she led me to the bathtub to finish cleaning me up. Grandma was very gentle with me as she washed away my mess. She took extra time cleaning my peepee and it gave me a funny feeling the longer she did. When she was done, my thing stuck out from its pocket and I had a weird urge to keep rubbing it on my own.

Grandma put me into more diapers and I looked with some small fear at what babyish pants she’d have me wear.

“I really didn’t think you’d be in your diapers more than a day,” Grandma told me. “I was surprised you let me do it all, let alone for so long but you seem to be content with your diapers, so I guess I have no choice but to keep you in them. Still, I was happy to see you wearing a nightie this morning because it will make what I have to do easier.”

She was making me nervous and when she turned around I instantly saw why she was making such a fuss. I was frozen to my spot as my Grandma held out a pair of plastic panties! Panties! A silky front gave way to an impossible number of frills across the entire bottom of the pink panties! Before I could work up a protest, the silky, frilly panties were over my feet and going up my legs. They fit tightly across my diapers and I felt the frilly bottom with both of my hands and wondered how I would hide this shame from Amy.

“Grandma,” I stammered, dropping the pacifier from my mouth, “please don’t put me in girl’s panties. Please?”

“I’m out of the plastic pants, honey,” she calmly told me. “I didn’t expect to need more and I borrowed these from a friend who had a girl. We’ll just have to make do, won’t we?”

The very next thing Grandma did answered all questions about being able to hide my frilly panties. She pulled out what I can only describe as a matching pink, baby girl’s dress only it was huge! I knew that nothing I did now would get me out of being put into that dress. Still, it felt like my heart would pound out of my chest as Grandma slipped it over my head.

It wasn’t enough that I allowed myself to be a baby for Grandma. Now I was going to be a baby girl. Grandma went behind me and zipped me into the sissy dress as I stood meekly letting her do it. I looked down and saw that a good amount of the frilly panties showed themselves to the world under the dress’s hemline.

“If you’ve got to wear this,” Grandma said, smoothing out the dress, “you might as well look the part, eh honey?”

Grandma completed my outfit with not only girl’s anklet socks that had a lacy top to them, but a pair of Mary Janes.

“I’ll do your hair downstairs, Sweetie,” Grandma told me.

I had no fight in me but I still dreaded the fact that my sister would see me wearing a baby girl’s dress and frilly plastic panties. I meekly followed Grandma.

“OH MY GOD,” Amy shrieked!

Gales of Amy’s laughter burned my ears as I walked down the stairs. I felt her hugging me when I got off the last step.

“My baby sister is so pretty!” Amy squealed.

“She is very pretty,” agreed Grandma.

“She?” I thought to myself.

“Grandma?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“Yes, Sweetie,” Grandma answered.

“Am I just a baby girl today or always?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” replied Grandma. “What do you think, Amy?”

“I always wanted a baby sister!” exclaimed Amy. “Besides, look how pretty she is in her pink dress and frilly panties!”

“Sammy?” Grandma asked. “Do you want to be a baby girl or a sissy boy who wears dresses?”

“I can’t be a baby boy?” I asked.

“No, not anymore,” Grandma told me. “After seeing how cute you look, I remember how much I loved having a baby girl to dress up in pretty dresses. But you can be a sissy boy in dresses or a baby girl.”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“If I say girl, what does that mean?” I asked.

“You would always be in a dress, even if we go out, and we would treat you in every way as if you were a girl. If you want to be a sissy boy, you will still wear dresses but we will make everyone know you are a boy in dresses and panties.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

It was a horrible decision for anyone to make.

“If he is a sissy, would that mean I could tell his friends that he wears diapers and dresses?” Amy asked.

“I suppose you could,” Grandma told her.

“I’m a baby girl now, Grandma,” I squeaked out, never wanting any of my friends to know about being in diapers and dresses.

“What’s that, honey?” she asked me. “Say it loud so Grandma can hear.”

"I’m a baby girl, Grandma!” I practically shouted.

“Oh boy!” squealed Amy. “Can I take her to the park?”

“No, not yet,” answered Grandma. “I’m going to have Evelyn come over and do her hair.”

Amy doted on me all morning. At lunchtime, Grandma took off my dress so it wouldn’t get ruined and Amy was allowed to feed me. I was still eating when the doorbell rang. I wanted to flee, but I stayed in place and someone outside of the family was the first to see in my diapers frilly panties. Evelyn comes into the house and starts to laugh when she sees me.

“How delightful!” she exclaimed.

Amy is sent to play and Evelyn begins to work on my hair. I always had long hair. I hated getting it cut. I feel Evelyn using the cold scissors as she cuts the hair along my forehead. I know that she is giving me bangs. I’m under Evelyn’s care for a long time and I have started to pee before I can even think about what I’m doing. I tell myself that it doesn’t matter. I’m not getting to go potty anyway, so I might as well use my diapers.

I have actually nodded off when the cape that Evelyn had used to keep hair off of me is pulled away. I realize I’m done. I’m brushed off and Grandma puts me back in the dress.

“He looks just like a toddler girl,” Evelyn comments. “Where did you get baby stuff to fit him?”

“I have a friend whose daughter used to wet her bed,” Grandma told her. “I didn’t have much money for baby stuff and I have to make do with what I can since Sammy is wetting her bed now.”

“Oh,” replied Evelyn, “that is fortunate. “She looks like she needs a new diaper though.”

“My goodness,” Grandma said, checking my diaper. “She does!”

“Let’s go missy,” Grandma told me, taking my hand to lead me to my room.

To my shock, Evenly followed us up the stairs and to my room. Grandma laid out the changing mat on my bed and began to pull down my panties.

“Grandma,” I choked out, “Evelyn is here!”

“Yes, honey,” Grandma told me. “Babies don’t have modesty. You get your diapers changed so often, people are going to be there to see.”

Evelyn looked me in the eye and smiled.

Grandma unpinned my diapers and pulled them away and Evelyn gasped.

I saw her looking between my legs. I wanted to cover myself but if what Grandma said was true, it wouldn’t matter.

“Where is it?” Evelyn asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Grandma said. “It gave me a start too when I first saw him naked. It is there.”

Grandma grabbed the tip of my thing and pulled it out of its pocket.

Evelyn leaned over and looked hard between my legs.

“It is so small,” she said to Grandma. “It's no bigger than an eraser on a pencil and even then, that is when you pull on it!”

“I know,” Grandma said. “I’ve never even seen a baby with one this tiny.”

“Poor thing,” Evelyn said. “Maybe it's for the best that he learns to be a girl.”

And Grandma laughed. I was shocked and all the time Grandma put me in a dry diaper all I could think about was how two grown women were amazed at how small of a peepee I had. I had never known, until then, that something was odd or wrong. I thought all boy’s peepees stayed in their “pockets’. Suddenly, I wasn’t only ashamed of being in diapers and girl’s dresses, I was also ashamed of my tiny peepee.

As we were leaving my bedroom I saw myself in the reflection of the hall mirror. I didn’t see me. I saw, to my shock and horror, a toddler girl who was clearly wearing a bulky diaper under her dress! Evelyn’s hair styling had completed the look. My bangs and the dozens of curls she’d put in my hair made me look so childish and girly that I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I meekly followed when my hand was grabbed and I was led downstairs. It wasn’t until she started talking that I realized I was holding Evelyn’s hand and not my Grandmother’s hand.

“I’m going to help your Grandma out with you,” she was telling me. “I’m going to get some stuff out of storage and I’m going to turn that boy’s room you’re staying in into a proper baby girl’s nursery! Won’t that be nice?”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, wishing she wouldn’t.

“Oh, but I do,” she smiled. “Do you have a girl you like? Someone you’d like to kiss?”

“Yes,” I answered, thinking of a girl in my class.

“What’s her name?” Evelyn asked me.

“Um…, Nancy,” I told her.

When Grandma came back downstairs Evelyn said she had to get going.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, though, if you’ll have me?” she kind of asked my Grandma.

“Sure, Evelyn,” Grandma told her. “Anytime! You’re always a pleasure.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” she told my Grandma, “You’re baby girl said that she would really like it if everyone started calling her ‘Nancy’ instead of Sammy.”

I was floored. I never said that to her!

When Amy got home from playing, she burst into laughter when she saw me. She would stop and then she would look at me and she would laugh some more. Grandma started laughing too. And the oddest thing happened to me, my face blushing from shame and just about to cry, I began feeling the oddest sensation growing between my legs. My peepee was coming out of its pocket and I felt it pushing against the wet fabric of my diapers. It began to feel really good.

Grandma told Amy that I wanted everyone to call me Nancy. So, Amy started calling me Nancy. And when she did, she would giggle.

That night Grandma put me in my chair for supper and told Amy to feed her baby sister. Which she did with much fuss and cooing.

“Can I give Nancy her bottle too?” Amy asked.

“Of course,” Grandma told her.

Amy was my little sister, barely out of diapers herself, and now she was going to be feeding me a bottle like I was a baby.

Grandma sat Amy on the sofa and then picked me up and laid me across Amy’s lap with my head cradled in Amy’s arm. Amy followed our Grandma’s instructions and she slipped the bottle’s nipple into my mouth. My face was burning as I began to suck on my baby bottle. Amy was loving it.

“We have the whole summer with Grandma, Nancy,” she whispered in my ear. “I think you’re going to forget you’re my big brother by the time Mom comes to get us.”

With the bottle in my mouth, I couldn’t answer her back. I hadn’t thought about Mom. I thought that whatever was going on with me would be done way before Mom came to get us. I felt my peepee slipping out of its pocket to touch my diaper and it felt good in Amy’s arms. I somehow felt safe and then the next thing I knew, Grandma was lifting me up in her arms.

I was put to bed and Grandma kissed my forehead.

I don’t know when I woke up, but I heard Teddy talking.

“You will do whatever your sister Amy tells you to do, no matter what. You will do whatever your sister Amy….”

He kept repeating it and I got up, scared as I’d ever been, to go over to him. As I stood there listening, I heard what sounded like the same words coming from the hallway. I went out as quietly as I could and I heard my sister saying exactly what Teddy was saying. She’d left her door partly open and I could just make her out on her bed talking into what looked like a walkie talkie.

I crept back to my room stunned. Amy had tricked me into wetting the bed and now I was her sissy baby sister..

Teddy kept up the talking for a long time and I fell asleep listening to “him”.

The next morning I woke up soaked. I had wet myself for real. I hadn’t done it on command, but I’d actually wet my diapers without waking up. And I thought about Amy and what she had done.

Amy came into my room.

“Suck your thumb, baby,” she ordered me.

I knew her trick. I knew what was going on and I also knew that I could resist. Instead, I slowly brought my thumb up to my mouth and began to suck it.

“When Grandma comes in, you tell her that you want to be a sissy boy and not a baby girl,” she ordered me. “You tell her you want everyone to know you’re a boy who likes diapers and dresses. Got it?”

I nodded my head yes. I wondered how far my little sister would go, but to find out I’d have to do what she told me. Everything she told me. Still, I enjoyed how safe I felt when she was feeding me my bottle. Grandma came in to check on me.

I made sure she saw me sucking my thumb as she checked my diapers.

“Grandma,” I said as she got me up, “could you treat me like a sissy boy instead of a baby girl? I want everyone to know I like dresses and wearing my diapers.”

“Of course you do, Nancy,” she said. “Amy, take your sissy brother downstairs and feed him his breakfast.”

“Okay, Grandma,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

“When we get to the bottom of the stairs, you will feel your legs get weak and you will get down and crawl to the kitchen, sissy!”

As soon as my foot stepped off the last stair, I dropped down and began crawling like a baby to the kitchen. Amy giggled behind me.

“Look at that diaper butt wiggle?” she laughed. “Do you want to talk in baby-talk the rest of the day, Nancy?”

“No,” I honestly told her.

“Too bad,” she laughed. “The rest of the day you’ll use baby talk and whenever you are peeing your diaper, you stick your thumb in your mouth so I know you’re peeing yourself like a little sissy girl, Nancy!”

I let her feed me breakfast and then she gave me a full baby bottle to drink. Before I was finished, I pushed the bottle away and stuck my thumb in my mouth. As soon as I did, I started peeing my already wet diapers. Amy put her hand on my diaper at the crotch and she looked shocked.

“You’re doing it,” she said softly. “I feel it getting warm under my hand. You are such a baby!”

I couldn’t understand why my sister was loving this so much. But she was delighted as she once again pushed the nipple of the baby bottle into my mouth and I continued to drink and as I did, my peepee grew out of its pocket again and this time it stayed out for a long time.

“Amy,” Grandma called down, “check your brother’s diapers and see if she needs changing.”

“Oh, you’re soaked,” she said when she slipped her fingers past the elastic band of my plastic panties. “Do you want your Grammy to change your diapers, Nancy?”

“Nwo,” I said in my best baby-talk, “Awmy dew it.”

She looked surprised, which is what I was going for. “If she wants me as a baby so bad, I thought to myself,” let her see what it would be like.

“Okay,” she said. “Crawl upstairs.”

I did as I was told.

Grandma thought it was a good idea and began giving Amy instructions as to how to change a diaper. She was so intent that I don’t think she realized that she was rubbing lotion on my butt and diaper area as she slowly rubbed me everywhere. She put on lots of baby powder and Grandma showed her how to get the diapers pinned on really tight.

“Go pick some panties for your brother,” Grandma told her and Amy came back with yellow panties with tons of white ruffles over the bottom.

Amy pulled the panties up my legs and I lifted my bottom to make it easy for her to get them up. Grandma instructed her on how to get the elastic snug so I wouldn’t leak and then gave Amy a pair of booties that matched the panties. She slipped them on my feet.

“Nancy doesn’t need her dress just yet,” Grandma said. “But I have this,” and she handed Amy a baby bonnet which Amy slipped over my curls and tied under my chin.

“Can I take Nancy outside?” Amy asked.

My heart began racing as my face flushed hot but my silent prayers weren’t answered because my Grandma said she could.

My little sister took my hand and led me, her older brother, out into the world dressed like a baby girl. I was petrified and never more ashamed in my life as Amy pulled me out the door to the back yard. In the next yard over I could see a boy Amy’s age and a girl my age. Only that wasn’t right. The girl was like three and I was much older than her or the boy, but as soon as they saw us they came over.

Amy leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“You tell them you are Nancy, a sissy baby boy!” she ordered me.

“Hi,” greeted Amy. “I’m Amy,” and she nudged me.

“I’m Nanthy, a thithy bawby bwoy,” I told them in baby talk.

“Ha!” the boy laughed. “That’s funny. You’re a boy and you wear baby girl stuff?” he asked, looking at my panties and bonnet.

“He pees himself,” Amy said, not at all helping, “I don’t. I’m a big girl.”

“I don’t pees myself,” said the girl. “I’m tree years old and I wear big girl panties.”

“Oh great,” I thought to myself. “Now a “tree” year old is shaming me about not wearing big girl panties when I’m a boy!”

The boy’s name was Steven and the girl was Patty and Amy told me to go play with Patty and her dollies while the big kids played older games.

“And you have to do whatever she says,” Amy ordered me as she went off with Steven.

Patty took me by the hand like I was the younger of us two and headed to a blanket laid out in their yard with dollies on it. She gave me one and told me exactly how I was supposed to play. I wasn’t even thinking about how long we’d been playing or about how comfortable I’d gotten being not only outside, but with other people dressed as I was, when I heard Grandma’s voice behind me.

“Evelyn is here and we are going to be busy for a while. Can you stay here and play with your new friend?”

“Yeth, Gwanma,” I answered.

If she was surprised at my baby-talk she didn’t show it.

“Good boy,” Grandma said, looking at me holding one of Patty’s dollies. “Would you like a dolly of your own, Nancy?”

“Yeth, pwease,” I found myself answering her.

I couldn’t understand why I’d just told Grandma that I wanted a dolly. Then my hand went up to my mouth and I slipped my thumb between my lips. Within seconds, I began to go pee without even thinking about it. It just felt really good to pee in my diaper and I didn’t want the feeling to stop but eventually it did and I realized what I’d done. I watched Grandma going back into the house and decided to try something.

Trying my best to not use baby-talk to see if I could, I decided that I would tell Patty to shove her dolly up her butt.

“Bwaby Nancy want a pathafier,” I told Patty.

“No!” that wasn’t what I’d meant to say at all, I thought to myself. I was so scared, I began to cry and Patty came over and tried to sooth me and she patted my back and pushed a pacifier she’d been giving to her dolly into my mouth. I had thought I was just going along with Amy’s commands to see how far she’d go, but now I knew that whatever she had done to me had worked and I was at her mercy.

Patty was rubbing my back and she began to sing a lullaby and the next thing I know, someone is shaking me awake. I open my eyes to see Evelyn standing above me. She bends down and because she is wearing a skirt, when she spreads her legs getting on my level, I see her panties. Then she picks me up and carries me like I’m a real baby and all I can do is wave goodbye to Patty.

“I have something very special to show you, Nancy”, Evelyn tells me as we go in the house.

She carries me upstairs and to the door to my room which is closed.

“Close your eyes,” she orders me and I do.

I feel her walking and she tells me to open my eyes. When I do, I am looking at a nursery. A baby girl’s nursery. I see a crib that is decorated with pink ribbons and has pink bedding. A low table with my changing pad on it is under a new shelf that holds stacks of diapers and plastic panties. Several framed posters are on the walls with pictures of Minnie Mouse in pink, a ballerina, and one that says “Baby Girls Rule”. I couldn’t even take it all in.

“Does my sweet, sissy boy like her new nursery?” Evelyn asked me.

I find myself nodding “yes” when Evelyn asks me if I like my new nursery. I noticed that she called me her sweet sissy boy and I hugged her really hard. My pacifier dropped out as I said “Fank ooo,” and kissed her cheek. And I do like it. I can’t understand why, but I know that I’m going to be really happy being a sissy boy in my new girly nursery.

Evelyn lays me down on the changing pad.

“Isn’t this better?” she asks. “Now your Granny won’t have to get down on the floor to change your little, sissy bottom anymore.”

Evelyn pulls down my plastic panties and pulls them off. She removes the diaper pins and then removes my diaper and drops it into a white bucket that is under the table. She raises my legs and takes her time cleaning my bottom. She puts my legs down, spreads them apart and uses clean wipes to wash my front. I’m not sure if she notices, but as she cleans, my peepee comes out of its hole and into the air. My legs go up again and she slips a fresh diaper under my bottom.

“Your Granny wasn’t prepared for a big sissy like you,” she tells me. “You’ll be happy to know that I’ve fixed all of that for you, sissy Nancy. Like for instance, I have these much thicker diapers and with these soaker pads I’ve brought which are much better than these thin diapers you’ve been in so far. These will really be bulky between your girly legs and will not only let you wear your diapers longer but they will show off that you are diapered to everyone.”

She explained that she was putting diaper rash cream on me as she rubbed it over my diaper area and she told me it was because with thicker diapers, I wouldn’t need so many diaper changes. She poured baby powder all over my bottom and front. She even put it on my chest and told me that way I would smell like a baby too. She used four diaper pins to fasten my new diapers and then she reached up and grabbed a pair of pink, plastic panties. Evelyn opened the plastic panties on my bare chest and showed me what was printed on the bottom. It said, “Naughty Boys Wear Diapers”.

“Do you want to wear these?” she asked me.

“Yeth, pwease,” I told her.

“Beg me,” she ordered.

“Pwetty pwease put thithy in naugty boy pwanties!” I begged her, clasping my hands in a pleading fashion. Tears began filling my eyes as I looked into her beautiful eyes knowing how silly and pathetic I must look to her.

“Of course I will, sissy!” she smiled.

And she pulled them up my legs and I lifted my bottom to help her put them on me.

“I would put you in a pink onesie but that would cover the printing on your sissy butt,” she told me. “Instead, how about this?” she asked me, holding up a bright pink t-shirt that had a bow on the shoulder and had “Boy Magnet” printed on the front. I felt my face turning red. I desperately wanted to tell her that there was no way I was wearing that shirt, but instead, I heard myself begging her to make me wear it.

She smiled and put the shirt on me and when it was on, I noticed it wasn’t really a shirt at all. The bottom of the shirt didn’t even cover the top of my plastic panties.

“Ith a bwaby bwra,” I said out loud.

“No,” she corrected me, “it is a sissy bra for little sissy boys. But, you know, your sweet, baby bonnet doesn’t match anymore. How about some pink ribbons in your hair?”

“Yeth pweath,” I said.

She put the bows in my hair and put lacy socks on my feet and when she was done she told me to go ask my Granny and Sister if I was the cutest sissy boy they’d ever seen.

I started to walk to do as I was told and I quickly realized just how bulky my new diapers were. I couldn’t walk right at all. I was literally waddling. I was so humiliated and at the same time, I felt a warmth in my belly. My legs spread wide apart, I made my way down stairs and found my Grandma and Amy watching television.

Amy burst out into peals of laughter as soon as she saw me and Grandma joined in laughing as well.

“Am I the cwuteth thithy boy oove evwer sween?” I asked them when their laughter finally stopped.

“Grandma,” Amy said, “I do believe that my brother is the cutest sissy I’ve ever seen. How about you?”

“Oh yes, Amy,” my Grandma said, “he is a real ‘boy magnet’.” And they both began laughing again.

“Show them your bottom,” I heard Evelyn order.

I turned around obediently, showing them my rear and more laughter rang out all around me. That’s when I noticed the playpen set up in front of the television. I didn’t take a genius to know that it was mine. I felt the arms picking me up and the next thing I knew I was inside my playpen.

It was full of baby toys and I turned to Evelyn and I just said “baabaa”.

“Of course, sissy boy,” she said.

She came back a few moments later with the biggest baby bottle I’d ever seen. It was at least three sizes bigger than the other baby bottles I’d been using. I didn’t care. I was so thirsty I opened my mouth for the nipple and when Evelyn gave it to me, the nipple filled my whole mouth. It was so big. She laid me on my back and I held my bottle and began drinking. Amy was standing next to the playpen and looking over the side at me. She had the biggest smile on her face and I knew that she was pleased with what she’d done to me.

I couldn’t finish my bottle. I heard Grandma tell Amy to put her sissy brother’s baby bottle in the fridge for later. My own Grandma was calling me a sissy. Of course, I was lying in a playpen wearing pink plastic panties over my diapers and looking like a baby girl, but still, I never thought I’d hear my own Grandmother calling me a sissy.

I found myself laying in my playpen watching the television with a stuffed bunny in one arm as my thumb found its way into my mouth. I started wetting my diapers.

“I have something better than your thumb,” I heard Evelyn saying. She showed me a huge, pink pacifier that had been decorated with beads and had the words “Sissy Boy” printed in cursive on it. She slipped it into my mouth and attached it to the top of my sissy bra with a strap. Again, the nipple was super big and filled my whole mouth. It stayed in my mouth until my Grandma said it was time for dinner.

Evelyn came to my playpen to pull me out. She kept me in her arms as she carried me to the kitchen and to my shock and amazement, I saw a baby’s high chair at the table. I couldn’t even protest as Evelyn sat me in it and locked the tray in front of me.

“Can I feed the little sissy tonight?” she asked my Grandma.

“Oh, of course,” Grandma said happily.

Evelyn tied a baby bib around my neck. It clearly read “Grandma’s Baby” and three large jars of baby food were put on the tray in front of me. I looked at Amy and her mouth was wide open watching me about to get fed actual baby food. I was jealous watching Amy eating a burger and fries while I ate Gerber’s chicken and gravy, peas, and carrots that were so much mush in my mouth. Still, I was hungry and I ate my baby food all up and was rewarded with mushy banana baby food.

When I finished my bananas, Evelyn replaced my pacifier and took me out of my highchair. She got my baby bottle out of the fridge and then took me to the sofa where she fed me my bottle as she held me in her arms. Her breast was pressed against my cheek and my peepee came out of its pocket and into my wet diapers.

I woke up with Amy shaking me. I was in the crib. My crib.

“Ry did ooo do thith to me?” I asked her.

“Me?” she asked.

“Yeth, ooo!” I stated. “I heawd ooo with Teddy.”

“Oh,” she said and giggled. “My friend Janet’s brother wets the bed and I used to see him running around in his diapers. I thought it was funny and I wanted to see if I could make you wet the bed so you’d have to wear diapers too.”

“Bwut I’m a thithy baby!” I whined.

“Yeah, you are!” she agreed. “Is it embarrassing?”

“Yeth, pwease stop!” I begged.

“No way,” she squealed, “I’ve seen my brother wearing a girl’s baby dress! And your hair! My older brother is now a sissy baby sleeping in a crib and wearing girl’s clothes. Sammy, I saw you getting fed baby food in a highchair! I’m having the time of my life! There’s no way I’m going to stop.”

“Sammy,” she began, “I see you kept talking in baby-talk. Did me, telling you that you had to do whatever I told you to do, work?”

“Yeth,” I said.

“So if I told you to be honest, you’d have to be honest, right?”

“Yeth,” I said again.

“You can talk normally, okay.”

“Yes,” I said, relieved.

“What would be the most super humiliating thing I could do to you?”

I didn’t want to say it and I tried to fight the compulsion as hard as I could, but my mouth betrayed me.

“The girls in my class finding out and seeing me being such a big sissy baby girl,” I admitted against my will.

“Well, school’s out,” she said almost to herself, “but maybe I can talk Grandma into getting a Polaroid camera so I get pictures of you to show everyone in school when we get back.”

My thumb went right into my mouth as I started peeing. I tried to talk around my thumb as I pleaded for Amy not to humiliate me like that.

“I like knowing whenever you pee your diapers,” she said grinning.

“I’ll tell,” I said, finally able to stop sucking my thumb. “I tell Grandma that you did this to me.”

“Hmm…,” she hummed. “Okay. Until I tell you otherwise, you can only go ‘goo-goo’ for ‘yes’ and ‘gaa-gaa’ for ‘no’. Understand, sissy?”

“Goo-goo,” I answered and started crying. I had tried to talk, but nothing came out.

“Do you like that I put you back in diapers,” Amy practically whispered in my ear.

I desperately wanted to lie. To tell her to go to hell. Instead, while I bawled, I heard myself going “goo-goo”.

She gasped.

“You do?” she asked in disbelief.

“Goo-goo,” I admitted, knowing the truth had come from my heart. I didn’t even want to admit it to myself, but I could only admit that I must like that she put me back in diapers.

“How about baby dresses?” she asked me. “Do you like wearing dresses and panties, big brother?”

“G… ga… goo-goo,” I said. “Goo-goo, goooo-goooo,”

“Oh my gosh!” she squealed. “Have you ever worn dresses before?”

“Gaa-gaa,” I said, relieved.

“How about any girl’s clothes?” she asked.

“Goooo-goooo,” I admitted, no longer feeling relieved.

“Oh my gosh!” she exhaled. “What?”

“Gahh,” I answered.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “You can talk right, for now. What girl’s clothes have you worn?”

“I’ve worn both yours and Mom’s panties,” I gasped. “Mom’s bras and slips and your nighties.”

“You wore my panties and nighties?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, ashamed at my admission.

“Ha,” she laughed, “I had no idea.”

“Do you like boys or girls,” she asked me.

“Girls,” I told her.

“So if the girls in your class saw you like you are now, that would be the worst, huh?”

“Yes,” I said, starting to cry again.

“Yeah,” she smirked. “Do you like your crib, sissy?”

“Yes,” I choked out.

“Okay, sissy baby,” she said. “Go back to ‘goo-goo gaa-gaa’”

“Goooo-gooo,” I agreed.

I woke up in a soaked diaper. I hadn’t leaked but felt the need to poop and without any hesitation, I began to fill my diapers just like I was a baby. I was in wet, messy diapers. I felt disgusted with myself and when Grandma finally came in to get me, I couldn’t even tell her. All I could do was coo like a baby.

“My, my,” Grandma said, getting me out of my crib. “My sweet sissy boy has made boomies in her diapies, huh, Sweetie?”

“Goo-goo,” I cooed.

“No words today?” she asked.

“Gaa-gaa,” I replied.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said.

She took me to the bathroom, removed my diaper, and put me in the tub. She ran water and gave me a bath. Naked, she led me back to my nursery and put me up on the changing table where she put me in more bulky diapers with extra pads. My diapers would be very obvious and it made me happy.

“We have to find something really pretty for you today,” Grandma said.

I was dressed in white plastic pants and Grandma put me in white tights with little red dots covering them. I’d never worn tights before and I enjoyed how it made my legs feel. She pulled out a light blue gingham romper out of the closet and I saw it had no back. Grandma pulled it up my legs and she buttoned the two shoulder straps on the back of the romper. On the chest of the romper was a blue gingham elephant holding a pacifier in its trunk. I reached back and felt the ruffles that covered my bottom.

Amy laughed from the doorway of my nursery. Grandma put white shoes on my feet and fastened them with buckles.

“She looks really pretty, Grandma,” Amy said. “Too bad we can’t take her picture, huh?”

“My goodness, yes!” she exclaimed. “This sissy would look so sweet in a picture!”

I thought of all my friends seeing me in a sissy baby romper with such obvious diapers bulging all around me and it made me feel ashamed and weak.

“I’ll ask Evelyn to pick up a camera on her way over,” Grandma told Amy who stood in the doorway smirking.

I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror as we left my nursery.

“Yes,” Amy whispered in my ear. “They’ll all know it’s you in diapers and dressed like a baby girl.”

“Do you want me to feed our sissy, Grandma?” Amy asked.

“Yes, dear,” she answered, “that would be lovely.”

“Would you like that, Nancy?” she asked me.

“Goo-goo,” I admitted I would since I still felt compelled to be honest.

I didn’t understand why having my little sister treating me like a baby girl was both pleasing to me and humiliating at the same time. I was an eleven year old boy and I was ashamed of myself as I eagerly climbed up onto the seat of my high chair expecting my six year old sister to feed me baby food. She fastened the tray and then grabbed a bib which she tied around my neck.

I’m eating the spoonfuls of baby food that my sister is shoving in my mouth. Each spoonful comes with teasing baby talk that shames me even more since it comes from my little sister. I’m looking at the glee in her face and I’m barely keeping up with her quickly delivered heaping spoons of some beige mush when I am blinded by a bright flash.

My eyes clear long enough to see Evelyn standing in the doorway of the kitchen waving a Polaroid picture in the air.

My sister giggled and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“You show everyone how happy a baby girl you are by smiling as big as you can for all of your pictures today, Nancy!” my little sister ordered me.

I knew I would be unable to resist the compulsion which she’d placed on me, so when Evelyn moved closer and began to raise the camera, I smiled like I’d just scored the winning touchdown in the championship game. The flash went off and the picture zipped out of the Polaroid.

Evelyn held up the first picture she’d taken so that my sister could see. I looked at it at the same time. I thought I would see a boy in abject misery being fed like a baby but instead, I saw myself looking up at my little sister with adoration. Not only did I seem at ease being babied by her, I looked to be happy! If this was what my Grandma saw when she put me back in diapers, it was no wonder that I was now Amy’s baby sister.

As I allowed myself to think of myself as Amy’s baby sister, I felt a comfort inside me and my peepee came out of my pocket and touched the inside of my diapers. It felt good. I felt good. I realized that some part of me wanted not to be a baby girl, but to be treated like a baby girl. I liked the humiliation. It felt good and I wished I could tell my sister that, but she’d limited me to less than baby talk.

“Goo goo,” I cooed at the picture and the grin that spread across Amy’s face made me think she’d understood.

My thumb went up into my mouth and I felt the warmth of my pee spreading across my diaper. It felt like the best thing and I wondered for a moment if Amy had been telling me things at night through Teddy that had me starting to enjoy being a baby girl. But just as I was thinking it, Amy let me out of my high chair and told me she was going to feed me my bottle.

I was so excited that my big sister wanted to feed me my bottle. I followed her into the living room and I hoped that Evelyn would take pictures of Amy feeding me. I would be so happy to have pictures of my shame out in the world for others to see how big of a sissy baby I had become.

I laid in my sister’s lap and Evelyn took a picture of me drinking from my bottle. I smiled, the milk running down my cheek as the flash went off and another of my humiliations was recorded. My peepee had been constantly out of its pocket since earlier and it felt really nice rubbing against my wet diapers. I rocked myself as I sucked my bottle and thought of the girls in my class seeing me dressed in my diapers, being fed like a baby by my sister’s hand and it felt better and better.

I thought of them seeing me in my pretty baby dress, my diapers clearly displayed under its hem as I sucked my pacifier and a wave of pleasure I’d never felt before, burst into my diapers and shook my entire body. I was in ecstasy as my mind’s eye saw the girl’s in my class laughing at my pictures. Slowly, I came back to myself, all while drinking my bottle.

I felt so at peace. Calm and warm glow seemed to fill me. I was happy. Dressed and treated like a baby girl was both humiliating and joyous. I knew that I wanted to be a sissy baby forever. I wished it would never end.