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Diapers for Jessica
By Lauren
Chapter 1
It was a bright, sunny June day as Jessica Anderson arrived home after the
last cheerleading practice of the year. She shut the door to her red
convertible, grabbed her bookbag and headed into the house to shower and
change before heading next door to baby-sit her neighbors’, the Roberts,
two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Amanda for the evening.
Upon entering the house, Jessica went upstairs to her room where she
placed her books on her bed before undressing for her shower. Throwing
her uniform into the laundry and wrapping a towel around herself, she
headed to the bathroom to freshen up after a vigorous practice session.
Having showered, Jessica wrapped a towel around herself and went back to
her room to change. She chose a matching thong and bra, as well as a pair
of blue denim shorts and a pink baby doll t-shirt. After drying herself
thoroughly, she put her clothing on and stood in front of the full-sized
mirror in her room to comb her straight, shoulder-length brown hair.
Taking a scrunchie from her dresser, she put her hair into a ponytail and
put on a pair of flip-flops. Grabbing her purse and her keys, she headed
next door to the Roberts’. On her way down the stairs, she passed her
fourteen-year-old sister Elizabeth.
“If anyone asks, I’m next door baby-sitting Amanda. I told Mom I was
going but just in case she forgets, please remind her.” Jessica said.
“Sure thing, Jess. Have fun.” replied Elizabeth.
“Thanks.” said Jessica as she headed next door. She loved sitting for
Amanda. She was so adorable and so full of energy.
Little did Jessica realize that her entire summer would be shaped by this
particular evening. Just as she got to the door Mrs. Roberts opened it
for her.
“Hi, Jess.” Mrs. Roberts said. “I was just about to come see if you had
forgotten about this evening. Come on in. Amanda is napping right now so
you don’t have to worry about her just yet.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Roberts. Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I had my last
cheerleading practice today, so I needed to shower before I came over.”
“That’s ok, sweetie. Mr. Roberts and I are leaving now. The emergency
numbers are on the refrigerator where they usually are, so if you need
anything you know where to reach us. We’ll be home around ten this
evening. You have fun now.”
“Ok, I will, you too!”
Jessica walked into the nursery where Amanda was sleeping soundly. She
admired her there, sleeping in her crib without a care in the world. She
took the receiver of the baby monitor and went into the living room to
watch television. She turned the television on and started flipping
through channels looking for something to watch. Eventually she settled
on Bugs and Daffy cartoons on Cartoon Network. Within a half hour, she
was sound asleep on the couch.
As she drifted into sleep she had the strangest and most wonderful dream
imaginable. Images of herself as a baby flashed in her mind on rapid fire
before fading into a scene where her seventeen-year-old self was lying in
a crib just like Amanda’s in a room just like Amanda’s. Just as the
fade-in was complete, baby Jessica awoke and the perspective changed to
inside her head.
It was a really strange feeling, Jessica’s dream self noted. She was
looking through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old at the body of a
seventeen-year-old dressed as a baby lying in a crib. She sat up in order
to get a better sense of her surroundings. As she shifted her weight
underneath her bottom she heard a distinct crinkling sound. It was just
then that she noticed her diaper. It was just like the diapers that
Amanda wore. It fit her snugly and was oddly comforting. She wondered if
she was experiencing through her dream what it was like to be Amanda.
Everything looked huge from this new perspective. The nursery looked
enormous. If she stood up, she doubted that her head would reach above
the railing on the crib. Yet somehow, she felt strangely soothed.
Dwarfed by her surroundings though she was, she felt oddly comforted. She
lay back down and put her thumb in her mouth, instinctively. The scene
faded to black.
The next scene that faded in was one Jess couldn’t make sense of. She was
still lying in a crib, still sucking her thumb, and still wearing a snug
diaper, but she was not in the Roberts’ house. The room surrounding the
crib she was in was her own room in her own house. She recognized all the
Britney Spears posters on her wall and her desk. The crib she lay in was
where her bed was supposed to be. Where her red oak dresser used to be
there was a pink-painted pine changing table completely stocked with
disposable diapers, baby wipes and powder.
Then her dream became stranger. Elizabeth, her fourteen-year-old sister
walked in and stood at the railing of the crib, staring down at her.
“Hi there, baby girl” Elizabeth cooed as she lowered the crib railing.
“You’re awake, I see. I just thought I’d come up and see if your diaper
needed changing.”
Jessica could hardly believe her ears. She realized that since she was
apparently sleeping in a crib, sucking her thumb, and wearing a diaper,
that it was entirely possible that her diaper needed changing. Still,
didn’t Elizabeth remember that Jessica was three years older than she was?
This was all very strange. Nonetheless, Elizabeth coaxed her out of the
crib and onto the changing table across the room. Just as Elizabeth
removed the tapes and pulled the front of the diaper from between
Jessica’s legs to rest on the changing table was Jessica startled by the
sound of crying.
Jarringly awoken from her strange dream, Jessica became aware of her
surroundings. She realized that the crying she was hearing was Amanda via
the baby monitor. As she got up to go to the nursery she realized she was
sucking her thumb in her sleep. She removed her thumb from her mouth and
wiped it on her shorts. “What a strange dream!” she thought to herself.
Upon entering the nursery, she lowered the crib railing and picked Amanda
up to realize that she was in need of a diaper change.
"How ironic," thought Jessica. She carried Amanda over to the changing
table and lay her down. She was extremely self-conscious as a result of
the weird dream she just had. She changed Amanda’s diaper, trying not to
think about what she had just seen. She looked at the clock. It was now
eight-thirty. The Roberts would be home in an hour and a half. She
decided it was about time the two of them had some dinner. She carried
Amanda into the kitchen where she placed her in her high-chair while she
fixed her a bottle of formula. She microwaved it for a minute or so, then
tested on her wrist to make sure that it wasn’t too hot. Picking Amanda
back up, she carried her over to the couch where she fed her the bottle.
After finishing the bottle, Jessica put Amanda in her playpen in the
living room so that she could fix herself something to eat.
After making herself a sandwich and having a glass of milk, Jessica
returned to the living room to find Amanda playing with some blocks in her
playpen. Jessica picked her up and then carried her over to the couch
where she held her and turned on the television. The two of them sat like
that until about 9:30 when Amanda fell asleep. Jessica carried Amanda
back up to her crib and tucked her into it. She was about to head
downstairs when the package of diapers caught her eye. “I doubt the
Roberts will notice if I take one or two.” Jessica thought to herself as
she took two of Amanda’s diapers out of the package and brought them
downstairs where she stashed them into her purse. Just as she was zipping
her purse, the Roberts walked in the door.
“Well, hello.” Jessica said half-nervously, wondering if Mrs. Roberts had
caught a glimpse of the diapers in her purse as she zipped it.
“Hi Jess,” Mrs. Roberts replied cheerfully, “I hope we didn’t startle you.
How was your evening?”
“Oh, no! It was just fine. I put Amanda back in her crib about half an
hour ago. She was an angel as usual.”
“Oh that’s good to hear. Here’s the money for this evening. Thanks so
much once again for your help.”
“Oh it was my pleasure.” Jessica said as she grabbed her purse, took the
money from Mrs. Roberts and headed out the door.
Having checked in on her sleeping Amanda, Mrs. Roberts glanced at the
package of diapers and a smile of growing comprehension appeared on her
face.
“John, honey,” she said to her husband in the other room.
“Yes, dear?”
“It looks like Amanda’s almost out of diapers, would you mind picking up
some the next time you go to the store?”
“Sure thing, dear.”
Title: *REPOST* Diapers for Jessica Chapters 2-5
Post by: Lauren on Today at 02:24:57pm
Chapter 2
Arriving home, Jessica went straight up to her room. It was just as she
remembered it. No changing table, no crib. That was a relief. It was
not, however, devoid of diapers. There were two in her purse, which she
took out and threw under her bed.
Slightly ashamed of what she had done, and still a little nervous that
Mrs. Roberts might have seen them in her purse before she’d gotten it
completely zipped, she decided to block the incident from her mind.
School was out for the summer; there was a lot of fun to be had this
summer.
Jessica decided the best thing she could do was go to bed. With any luck
her mind would be a little clearer tomorrow. She undressed, put on a
summer nightgown and lay down to go to sleep. “Everything will be better
tomorrow” Jessica told herself.
Whether or not that was true would remain to be seen. She drifted off to
sleep and her thumb drifted comfortably back into her mouth as she slipped
into the land of dreams.
Like when she fell asleep at the Roberts’, her dreams began with a series
of incoherent images such as tigers playing banjos that gave way to a more
sensible story, even if Jessica’s conscious mind couldn’t necessarily make
sense of it.
This time, it was if she were filming a movie. The “camera” suddenly
zoomed around her room like a homing device set on “diaper.” As if it
were possible, her dream was even stranger than the one from the past
afternoon. Whatever she was seeing through the eyes of attracted the
diapers to its hand as though they were magnetic. The next thing she saw
was the sheet fly off from on top of her. She was about to be diapered.
But this time it was her grown, seventeen-year-old body and not some
strange mixture of her mind encased in a real baby’s body.
The angle changed, and what she saw was unbelievable. It was her mother
who was about to diaper her. She unfolded one of the diapers and lay it
down on Jessica’s bed. Next she grabbed Jessica’s ankles and lifted her
bottom from the surface of her bed while she slid the diaper underneath.
Then she laid her back down upon it. Next her mother sprinkled Jessica’s
diaper area with baby powder and rubbed it in. She pulled the diaper up
between Jessica’s legs and taped it into place. She saw herself sit up on
her bed as her mother brought her a pink t-shirt that showed off her
midriff and, rather obviously, her diaper. Her mother stood her up, took
a good look at her, and then hugged her tightly, patting her diapered
bottom lovingly. “You’re such a good baby girl.” her mother told her.
Her mother took her hand and led her downstairs in just her t-shirt and
diaper as if that was perfectly normal. This dream was certainly strange.
Her mother led her to the table where there was a highchair waiting for
her. The tray was removed and her mother picked her up and placed her in
the chair, strapping her in and then replacing the tray. Next a bib was
tied around her neck and some jars of baby food placed onto the tray.
“Elizabeth, please come feed your sister.” Jessica heard her mother say.
She was mortified. Not only had her sister apparently seen her in her
diapers she was about to spoon-feed her while she was sitting in a
highchair. Elizabeth came into the room and pulled a chair up to the
highchair that Jessica was sitting in. Elizabeth opened the first jar and
began to spoon-feed her sister.
Much to her surprise, the self sitting in the highchair ate the baby food
without any protest, as if she knew she were a baby. Just as she finished
eating Elizabeth wiped her mouth, rinsed out the jars of baby food, took
Jessica’s bib off and let her out of the highchair. Elizabeth went to the
fridge and got a bottle of juice and led Jessica over to the couch where
she sat down and beckoned Jessica to where she lay with her head in her
sister’s lap and thirstily sucked on the bottle. She was just finishing
the bottle when she heard her alarm clock go off.
Jessica awoke, startled, to find that she was once again in the room of
her seventeen-year-old self. She was not wearing a diaper and she had not
been bottle-fed by her sister. She was however, once again, sucking her
thumb.
Jessica learned instantaneously, however, that the hardest thing to do was
to put something like this out of her mind. She got dressed and went
downstairs to watch television. She turned on the news. She figured that
the news was least likely to show anything diaper related. Still, she was
so self-conscious she felt like she had “diaper girl” written across her
forehead in permanent marker. Elizabeth came into the room and sat down
beside her sister.
“Since when did you start watching the news?” Elizabeth asked.
“There was nothing else on.” Jessica replied with a forced cool.
“Not usually when I start watching the news, but to each their own I
suppose. I’m going to see what’s for breakfast. You enjoy your news.”
Just as Elizabeth got up and left Jessica to her news watching the
television cut to commercial. Much to Jessica’s chagrin, it was an
advertisement for Huggies diapers. Just what she needed. However, instead
of changing the channel, she sat there almost mesmerized by what she saw.
The babies looked so adorable and happy parading around in nothing but
their diapers. She had a mind to run upstairs right now, close and lock
her door and try on one of the diapers she had snuck from the Roberts’ the
night before. Just as she was about to get up, Elizabeth intruded into
her thoughts.
“Breakfast is ready, it’s waffles.” she said.
“Oh. Thanks.” replied Jessica, trying not to sound as startled as she
felt.
Heading to the table, Jessica tried to shake herself from her reverie.
She grabbed some waffles and the butter and syrup. She began to butter
her waffles feeling the most self-conscious she had ever felt. She poured
the syrup onto her waffles and nearly
spilled some all over her top.
“Are you ok, Jess?” her mother asked. “You seem really distracted this
morning.”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m ok. I guess I’m still tired.”
“Perhaps. By the way, Mrs. Roberts called and asked if you’d baby-sit for
Amanda again tomorrow evening between 5 and 10 so that she and Mr. Roberts
can go out to a dinner that his company is hosting.”
At the mention of the Roberts’, Jessica felt a pang of guilt at having
snuck two of Amanda’s diapers and she wondered if either Mrs. Roberts had
seen them or, if she had, what she thought of her.
“Sure, Mom, I’ll let her know that I’ll do it.” Jessica replied.
The rest of the meal went by in silence. Jessica tried not to make eye
contact with anyone as she ate her waffles and drank her milk. She got up
from the table, cleared her place and tried as nonchalantly as possible to
walk slowly up to her room as if nothing were waiting up there for her.
Chapter 3
Walking into her room, Jessica stealthily closed the door and locked it.
It was the first day of summer vacation. She knelt next to her bed and
removed one of the diapers from underneath it. She stared at it in her
hands as she felt it and turned it over in her hands. She set it on her
bed as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall too the floor along
with her panties. She grabbed a blanket to lay over her on the bed in
hopes to muffle some of the noise. She lay down and spread the blanket
over her. She took the diaper and unfolded it, then lifted her bottom so
she could put the diaper between it and her bed. She lay her bottom down
and brought the diaper up between her legs. It was a little too small for
her but she managed to get the tapes onto the front of the diaper. It was
extremely snug, but technically it “fit.”
Feeling the diaper against her skin was the most amazing thing she’d ever
felt. She kept moving her legs to hear it crinkle just like Amanda’s. She
was unable to describe the feelings going through her as she lay there in
the diaper. She would need to find some to fit her better, that’s for
sure, but in the meantime these would suffice. She got out of bed and
walked to her mirror slowly, reveling in each step as her diaper crinkled.
The sight in the mirror caught her a little off guard. For some reason,
though it made no logical sense, she did not expect that she would see
exactly what she’d been dreaming about. She somehow thought that her
image wearing a diaper in a dream would be different from her image
wearing a diaper in real life.
Excited beyond belief, she got down onto her hands and knees and began
crawling around her room, paying no attention to how loud her diaper
actually sounded. It was as she was doing this that Elizabeth emerged
from her room across the hall and started to head downstairs. Upon
hearing the crinkling, she paused. She listened at Jessica’s door,
puzzled, for about five minutes. Then, shrugging, she headed back
downstairs and paid it no mind.
Too wrapped up in her new-found joy to even notice that her sister had
been standing outside her door for five minutes or more, Jessica continued
crawling around he room. She stared at her reflection in the mirror,
sucked her thumb, and laid on her back and played with her feet like real
babies do.
By this time it was almost lunch and she figured she’d better actually
show her face around the house lest someone think she were up to
something. Not wanting to take her diaper off, she decided to be
extra-careful. She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and pulled them over
her diaper, not thinking to check for a bulge in the mirror. She put on a
shirt just long enough to cover her waist. Shrugging, she headed out her
door and downstairs for lunch, not paying mind to the fact that the
waistband of her diaper would show if she bent over.
Walking carefully down the stairs, she was now even more self-conscious
than she had been before. But at least, now she had something legitimate
to be self-conscious about. She was actually wearing a diaper. Instead
of feeling self-conscious, however, she felt exhilarated. Of course, she
practically had to learn to walk again. There was a big difference
between wearing a thin layer of cloth and a thick bulky diaper between
your legs.
Walking into the kitchen, she noticed that Elizabeth was the only one
making lunch. All the better, she thought. The last thing she needed was
to get noticed by her entire family. She decided she would make herself a
ham sandwich. She took the ham and cheese out of the fridge without much
trouble. She put them on the counter and went to get the bread, lettuce
and a tomato.
“What are your plans for summer, Jess?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh not much. I’ll probably spend most of it babysitting like I do every
summer.” replied Jessica as she bent down to get the lettuce and tomatoes
out of the drawer. Her shirt lifted and the waistband of her diaper was
briefly glimpsed by her younger sister, Elizabeth, who went wide-eyed.
“That sounds like fun. Hey, can you hand me the mustard?” replied
Elizabeth.
“Sure thing, sis.” said Jessica as she leaned to the far back of the
refrigerator looking for the mustard. Her shirt lifted again and if there
had been any doubt in Elizabeth’s mind about Jessica’s diaper it was
quickly dispelled. Coupled with a subtle crinkle when she straightened
back up and an obvious bulge, the confusion from earlier this morning
cleared in Elizabeth’s mind, just to be replaced with new confusions.
Shrugging it off for now, she smiled, hoping that her understanding would
continue to grow. Jessica sliced the tomato and ripped some lettuce for
her sandwich, completely oblivious to what Elizabeth had seen and heard.
Still elated with the way the diaper made her feel, Jessica made her
sandwich and put the leftover food back into the refrigerator. Standing
behind her marveling at her diaper, Elizabeth waited to put the mustard
back.
Jessica took her sandwich into the living room where she set it down on
the coffee table and sat on the couch. She grabbed the remote. She
flipped through channels until she found nothing on and then put on MTV.
A Britney Spears video was just ending and they were about to cut to
commercial. Just as the commercial was coming on, Elizabeth joined her
sister in the living room with her lunch. Just her luck, it was an
advertisement for Pampers. She wondered if Elizabeth could read “diaper
girl” across her forehead now, but Elizabeth didn’t seem to give any sign
that she knew that her sister was wearing a diaper. Music videos came
back on and Elizabeth finished her lunch, and got up to go about her day.
Jessica was still feeling too self-conscious to
move, wondering whether her sister could or could not read her like a
book.
Elizabeth gone, Jessica suddenly felt the need to pee. She got up and
began to head into the bathroom when a voice inside her spoke up.
“Going to the bathroom? Aren’t you wearing a diaper?” the voice asked.
“Uh, yeah.” she heard herself answer sheepishly. she heard herself answer.
“So you stole two diapers from your next-door neighbor and you don’t plan
on using them?” it asked.
“I didn’t steal them. I took them.” she replied defensively.
“Suit yourself, but don’t you think that since you’ll have to take the
diaper off anyway you should at least wet it before you do, to get the
experience? What are you so tense about? Just relax and let the pee flood
your diaper. Babies wear diapers and they’re not self-conscious about
wetting them, neither should you be.” the voice reasoned.
With that, the voice inside her head disappeared as suddenly as it had
come and Jessica felt her bladder relax. As her warm urine flooded the
diaper she felt a total relaxation. Any adult cares or worries she might
have had were gone in that instant. Relaxed to the point of almost being
in a trance, she walked upstairs to her room and lay down on her bed.
Instinctively, she put her thumb in her mouth and just lay on her bed in a
state of utter elation for about twenty minutes, after which she decided
she might want to get changed and rid herself of the evidence.
Chapter 4
Jessica un-taped the diaper and slid it out from under her waist. It was
at this point that she realized she didn’t have any baby wipes. Not
wanting her panties to smell like the urine her skin was damp with, and
having loved the experience of wearing and wetting the last diaper,
Jessica took the other diaper out from underneath her bed and proceeded to
re-diaper herself.
Freshly diapered and still a little elated from the whole experience,
Jessica wondered what to do with the wet diaper she just took off. She
couldn’t keep it in her room, because it would begin to smell. She had to
dispose of it somehow. She grabbed a plastic bag and threw the diaper
into it, throwing some garbage from her room on top. She then headed
downstairs. On her way outside to the garbage can, Elizabeth stopped her
to see what was up.
“Hey sis.” Elizabeth said.
Of all the times to be around, Elizabeth had chosen the worst all day
today.
“What’s up, Liz?” Jessica asked.
“Oh, nothing much, u?” Elizabeth replied.
“Not much. Just cleaned my room and now I’m throwing out some garbage.”
Jessica said slightly irritably.
“Fun” said Elizabeth, and she moved to get out of Jessica’s path. She
chuckled to herself as she watched her sister’s diapered bottom walk out
the door and to the garbage.
Having thrown out her first diaper and wearing her second, Jessica
wondered how she would go about getting more. One option, though it made
Jessica feel really guilty, was to continue to steal from the Roberts.
Diapers made her feel really comfortable and happy; she didn’t want to
have to go without them now that she had experienced their joy. “One step
at a time” she thought to her self. “I’m babysitting tomorrow night, I
might be able to sneak another diaper or two then.”
Until then, she would have to make due with the diaper she had on.
Perhaps she could make it last the rest of the day.
She spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and daydreaming. She
wondered whether or not she would be able to keep up a diaper habit.
There were just so many things to consider. Where would she get the
diapers? Where would she hide them? How would she dispose of them?
Could she avoid getting caught? If so, how?
Throughout the rest of the day her head was spinning. She spent an entire
hour in front of her mirror modeling her diaper. She wore different kinds
of shirts, no shirt, different bras, just to get an idea of what looked
best with it. She ate dinner as quickly as she could just to get back to
her room where she could kick back in her diaper and a t-shirt. She
couldn’t believe how wonderful wearing a diaper made her feel. She
crawled around her room for hours, finally knowing what it was like to be
happy like Amanda in her playpen. Finally, all tuckered out, she fell
asleep right on her floor.
This time, as her thumb slid gently into her mouth, she saw pictures of
Amanda and her room and her diapers flash rapidly before settling into a
narrative. When the actual story faded in, She craned in to see her hand
held by her sister Elizabeth. She was dressed in a short pink dress that
did nothing to hide her diaper underneath it. Elizabeth was leading her
to her mother’s car where she was to be put in a car seat. This time,
too, the big baby Jessica was going willingly, as if nothing in this
situation seemed wrong to anyone. Elizabeth helped baby Jessica into the
car seat as her mother came from the house and got into the car herself.
“We’re going grocery shopping, sweetie” Jessica’s mother cooed to her as
she backed out of the driveway and drove off.
Pulling into BJ’s Wholesale Club, Elizabeth helped baby Jessica out of her
car seat. Taking her by the hand, she led her into the store, her mother
with the shopping cart following behind.
Once there, they headed straight for the baby aisle. Jessica could hardly
believe what she was seeing. Walls of diapers as far as the eye could
see. Her mother wheeled the cart towards them as Elizabeth led baby
Jessica behind the cart. Jessica saw her mother pick out a huge box of
Pampers Princess brand diapers. These, Jessica read, were for teens who
still needed protection at times. She noticed that there were 96 diapers
in the case. Seemed like she’d be wearing them for a while.
“These oughta keep my princess for a while” Jessica’s mother said.
“Yes, Mommy” baby Jessica cooed.
Next to go into the cart were baby wipes, lotion, and two packages of the
new Carnation formula for teens. Her mother picked up a few other items
in the store and then proceeded to the checkout. Just as she finished
loading items onto the belt, Jessica awoke.
Chapter 5
Jessica was surprised to see that she was still on the floor, and still
wearing a diaper. “At least it’s dry.” she thought to herself as she
pulled her thumb out of her mouth. “but these dreams are getting stranger
and stranger.
Not wanting to waste a perfectly good diaper, she allowed herself to flood
it before taking it off to shower. Hiding the diaper temporarily in a
plastic bag in her closet, she threw her bathrobe around her loosely and
went to take a shower.
Returning after her shower, she sighed with disappointment at having no
diapers to wear. She hoped she would be able to get some soon. She was
growing rather fond of the way they made her feel. Selecting a pair of
briefs with matching bra, she threw on shorts and a babydoll tee and went
downstairs to breakfast.
“Jess, sweetheart, Mrs. Roberts called while you were showering and wanted
to know if you could watch Amanda all day today from about 2pm to 10
instead of just this evening.” her mother told her.
“Ok, Mom. I’ll call her back and let her know I’ll do it.” Jessica
replied. Walking into the living room, Jessica picked up the phone and
called Mrs. Roberts.
“Hello?” Mrs. Roberts answered.
“Hi, Mrs. Roberts, it’s Jessica” she said. “I just wanted to let you know
that I’m more than happy to watch Amanda for you today.”
“Thank you very much dear. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“See you soon. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Jessica’s heart leapt with excitement. Eight whole hours of babysitting.
She couldn’t wait. She figured she could probably sneak two or three
diapers without Mrs. Roberts noticing. The thought of it exhilarated her.
She made herself some breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast
and orange juice and then washed the dishes. Then she watched television
until about ten minutes to two.
“Mom, I’ll be next door for the day. I’ll be back around 10.” Jessica
said as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door to the Roberts’.
“Sure thing, honey. Have fun.” Her mother replied.
She rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Roberts to answer. The
anticipation was almost more than she could bear.
“Hi Jess, sweetie” said Mrs. Roberts as she opened the door to let Jessica
in. “I’m so glad that you’re able to watch Amanda. She’s really fond of
you.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Roberts.” Jessica replied.
“I’ve left a little extra money in case you need anything during the
course of the day. Amanda is in her playpen and she was just changed and
fed, so it should be a while before you have to actually do anything. The
emergency numbers are where they always are. Have fun!”
“Oh I plan on it.” Jessica thought to herself. She figured she could
allow herself to snag three diapers from Amanda. After that she would
really have to figure out a plan to get her own a little more honestly.
She would be mortified if Mrs. Roberts thought her untrustworthy and
didn’t allow her to baby-sit for Amanda anymore, or even worse that she
was stealing diapers from her to wear herself. Still the utter ecstasy
she experienced from wearing the diapers overpowered her. As if by a will
not entirely her own she was propelled up the stairs to Amanda’s nursery.
The first thing she noticed was that the Roberts had bought more diapers
since she had last babysat. There were now 3 packages each containing
roughly sixteen diapers each. Surely they wouldn’t miss three extra. She
took three diapers from the bag and brought them downstairs. She put two
of them in her purse and brought the third into the bathroom to change
into. Deciding to forgo her shorts for a few hours, at least until it got
closer to ten, she returned downstairs in her tee and her diaper, placing
her panties in her purse and her shorts on top of them. Thusly attired
she lifted Amanda out of her playpen and went to watch some television
with her.
“Look, Amanda, Jessie’s wearing a diaper too, just like you!” Jessica
cooed.
Amanda just smiled at Jessica and giggled.
Jessica and Amanda played a lot of babyish games like peek-a-boo and
patty-cake as they watched Sesame Street on television. Then Amanda got
put down for a nap and Jessica decided she was going to continue playing
baby. She went back into the living room and crawled around in her tee
and her diaper. She fixed herself a bottle of juice and lay back down on
the floor. Just then a commercial came on the television that would
change everything for Jessica.
“Is your teen still wetting?” Jessica heard the voice-over ask. “Some
girls need a little extra protection well into their teen years. Here at
Pampers, we understand. This is why we’re introducing new Pampers
Princess diapers. Studies have shown that you shouldn’t pressure your
teen to toilet train if she’s not ready. So, for the first time, Pampers
is offering her a diaper much like that she wore when she was a baby.
Thick and soft, Pampers Princess diapers are both capable of handling your
teen’s messes and extremely comfortable. Pamper you teen; keep her happy
and dry. Now for babies of all ages. Check for Pampers Princess diapers
wherever Pampers products are sold.”
So excited was Jessica by the idea of getting diapers in her size that her
bladder relaxed completely and her warm urine flooded her diaper. She was
startled at first, but realized that the commercial was right. If she was
not ready for big girl panties, no one should force her out of diapers.
She decided she would go to the store tonight after the Roberts’ got home
to buy them. She couldn’t wait. She decided she would put the two
diapers in her purse back into Amanda’s stock because she was getting big
baby diapers soon; she wouldn’t need diapers that were a little too tight
for her. Just as she got the diapers returned to Amanda’s room she heard
the Roberts’ car pull into the driveway. They were home early! She flew
downstairs and just managed to get her shorts buttoned as the door opened.
“You’re home early!” Jessica said, trying desperately to mask her
surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you for another few hours.”
“Yes, dear.” Mrs. Robers replied. “We were out visiting a relative and
expected to be out well into the evening, but Mr. Roberts began to feel
unwell so we figured we’d better come home. Did everything go ok?”
“Oh yeah. Everything was just fine. Amanda was an angel as usual.”
“That’s good. You can keep the extra money, dear. Thanks so much for
your trouble.”
“Thanks so much, Mrs. Roberts. Call me whenever you need a sitter for
Amanda in the future; I’m more than happy to watch her.”
Bending over to pick up her purse, Jessica’s shirt lifted to betray the
waistband of her diaper yet again, this time to Mrs. Roberts, who said
nothing as Jessica straightened back up and went home.
“John,” she said as her husband walked in the door, “I just witnessed the
strangest thing.”
“Oh?” John replied.
“I think we have a baby for a babysitter.” Mrs. Roberts mused.
“What do you mean by that.”
“I came in the house just now and the living room smelled like a wet
diaper, but Amanda was nowhere to be seen so I assume she was sleeping in
her crib. When Jessica bent down to pick up her purse I noticed that she
was wearing a diaper, probably one of Amanda’s. As she walked out I could
make out the outline of her diaper under her shorts.”
“What should we do about this? Should we tell Jess’ parents?”
“No, I think everything will work itself out in due course.”
Chapter 6
Jessica walked back into the house and ever so carefully went up to her
room. She opened her top dresser drawer and pulled out a manila envelope
in which she kept the money she earned from babysitting. In it, she had
about one hundred dollars she was saving for a rainy day. “Well, it’s not
raining,” Jessica thought to herself, “but I could sure use this money
now.” Deciding to wait until she got home to change out of her wet diaper
and into a fresh one, she put the money in her purse and headed downstairs
and out to her car.
Sitting down for the first time since she’d wet, she realized how close to
leaking her diaper actually was. “Not much I can do now except hope that
it doesn’t leak between here and the store.” she thought to herself. She
put on a pair of sunglasses and backed out of her driveway. A wide grin
spread across her face as she drove out towards the Baby Depot. It took
her about twenty minutes to get there with traffic and all. She got out
of her car and grabbed a shopping cart. Her heart was racing and she was
immediately self-conscious. What if she ran into someone she knew? What
if the Roberts were here shopping for Amanda?
The first thing Jessica did when she entered the store was to scope it out
looking for people she knew. Seeing no one, she walked slowly to the
diaper aisle, hoping that her heart would stop pounding. She walked up to
the side of the aisle with the girls’ diapers and began scanning them for
Pampers Princess brand. So busy with her scanning was she that she didn’t
notice that a sales associate walked right up to her.
“Excuse me, miss, can I help you find something.” Nicole, the associate
asked, scaring Jessica half to death and causing her to jump. “I didn’t
mean to frighten you, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s all right.” Jessica replied. “I’m looking for the new Pampers
Princess brand.”
“Oh they’re on the end cap of the aisle. Because they’re so new we don’t
have them with the rest of the diapers on the shelf. Sorry about that.”
Nicole led Jessica to where the Pampers Princess diapers were located.
“Oh thank you.” Jessica said as politely as she could muster. She didn’t
want the sound of her voice to betray how much she wanted Nicole to just
go away and leave her alone so she could pick out her diapers and get the
hell out of the store.
“They’re sized just like panties, so whatever size panties the girl you’re
shopping for wears, that’s the size diaper she would best fit in.” Nicole
chimed in upon seeing Jessica’s bewilderment before the stack of diaper
packages.
“Thanks.” Jessica said, a little more irritably.
“Well, let me know if there’s anything else I can help you find.” Nicole
walked back to the middle of the aisle to assist other customers.
Meanwhile, Jessica located her size.
She looked at the package. Each one contained twenty-six diapers and cost
fifteen dollars each. She picked up four packages and put them in her
cart. In the aisle next to the one Nicole was standing in, baby wipes
caught her eye so she strolled down the aisle to pick them up. She
quickly found the baby lotion and threw some in the cart with everything
else. Having acquired everything she thought she came for, Jessica headed
towards the checkout. Standing behind a woman obviously shopping for a
younger baby than she, Jessica spotted a pink pacifier with Minnie Mouse
on it. She threw it into the cart, thinking it would be better for her
than sucking her thumb every night.
As the woman in front of her pushed her cart away from the checkout,
Jessica loaded her items onto the cart. She avoided eye contact with the
cashier hoping she wouldn’t ask about the items. Her luck was running
thin.
“Some lucky girl is back in diapers I see.” Jill the cashier said
cheerfully. Why did they always have to be so cheerful? Why did they
have to comment? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone. Jessica forced
a smile and the cashier proceeded to ring up her items without further
comment. “That’ll be $70.42 altogether.” Jill told Jessica. Jessica
handed her eighty dollars in cash, took her change and headed for her car.
She headed for her car as inconspicuously as she could manage. Sure
enough, she managed to get her packages into her car without being seen by
anyone she knew. She supposed the humiliation she suffered at the hands
of Nicole and Jill was a small price to pay to not be caught by the
Roberts.
She grabbed a diaper out of one of the bags and put everything else into
the trunk of her car. “Time to get this diaper changed before it leaks.”
Jessica thought to herself as she put the fresh diaper into her purse and
headed to the Office Max next to Baby Depot. She located the bathroom and
made a bee-line for it. Locking herself into a stall she pulled her pants
down and un-taped the sopping wet diaper. And rolled it up. She then
grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean. That done, she opened
her purse and pulled out her brand new diaper. She smelled it and it was
almost as ecstatic as when she first put one of Amanda’s diapers on. She
unfolded it and rubbed the inside of it against her cheek to feel how soft
it was. The smell wafting from the diaper was ethereal. She was in
heaven as she fed the diaper between her legs and sat down on the toilet
seat lid to tape it up. She taped it into place. She looked down at her
bottom to observe how snugly the diaper hugged her figure. It was
perfect. As she stood up, she patted her bottom at a job well done and
pulled her shorts up over the diaper.
The first thing she noticed was an increase in the thickness over the
diapers Amanda wore and that she’d been wearing recently. She smiled to
herself as she though that perhaps this would reduce the risk of leaking,
though she would have to renegotiate the way she walked. Going from
skimpy, barely-existent panties to a diaper then a thicker diaper wasn’t
easy. It was going to take some skill if She were going to walk around in
public and at home without being noticed. One thing at a time, though.
Now that she was wearing a fresh diaper, Jessica could go back to her car
and go home. She opened the door to the stall and stepped out. Placing
the used diaper into the trash, she left the ladies’ room and headed for
her car. Grinning ear to ear at her success, she got in and drove home.
As she got closer to home she started to wonder how she was going to get
her things into the house without anyone noticing. For a while she could
leave everything out in the trunk of her car if she had to but she didn’t
want to have to do that long-term. Pulling into the driveway, it appeared
that no one was home. Upon entering the house, she ascertained that fact
before taking her packages out of the car and up to her room. “What luck!”
Jessica thought as she lugged her diapers to her room. “I figured they’d
all be home waiting for me in the living room.” Stashing her diapers and
things temporarily in her closet, she lay down on her bed to catch her
breath. As her heartbeat slowed, she ran her fingers along the leakguards
of her diaper. The feeling of her hands tickled her inner thigh, but she
was in heaven. And this time, she had diapers to change into for quite
awhile.
Chapter 7
“Ashley,,” John Roberts said over dinner that evening, “what do you
suppose we ought to do about Jessica? It’s really unlike her to do
something like this.”
“Well, other than taking Amanda’s diapers she seems her regular old self,
dear. I’m not sure what to do.”
“Don’t forget you saw her wearing one, Ashley. She’s seventeen, a little
old for diapers, I think.”
“It’s probably just a phase she’s going through. After all, she spends so
much time with Amanda she’s probably wondering what being a baby feels
like. It’s tough to remember fifteen years later.”
“So you’re saying we shouldn’t say anything to her parents?”
“Well, she’s maybe taken three diapers from Amanda. If she’s curious, I’m
ok with that. If diapers keep disappearing, then I suppose we’ll have to
do something. For now though she is still technically a child, let her
experiment. It hasn’t impacted her ability to care for Amanda. We’ve
never walked in on her asleep on the couch in a diaper while Amanda was
crying upstairs. Besides, there are far more harmful things for Jessie to
be experimenting with. If I were her mother, I’d be much more comfortable
knowing that she was hooked on diapers than on drugs. If she starts
taking five diapers at a time, something that would actually be noticeable
and financially detrimental to us, then I think we should intervene, but
if it’s only one or two occasionally I can think of far worse things to
happen, either to us or to her.”
“All right, darling. Whatever you think is best.”
Deep down inside, Ashley found the idea of Jessica having a thing for
diapers incredibly cute. She wished there were something more that she
could do for her. Sadly, until Jessica was capable of admitting what she
wanted there was nothing anyone in the world could do for her.
Having eaten dinner with her family, Jessica nearly ran back up to her
room and shut the door. She loved the way these new diapers made her
feel. She felt protected from much more than just an occasional wetting.
She unwrapped the pacifier she had bought and stuck it in her mouth.
Taking off her shorts, she stood in front of her mirror for another hour
admiring the baby saw in the mirror. She looked so cute and innocent.
At about 8pm, her reverie was interrupted by her mother’s voice calling up
the stairs. “Jessica! Phone call!”
Scrambling to get her shorts back on over her diaper, Jessie wondered who
it could be. She ran down the stairs, oblivious to any noise her diaper
was making.
“Who is it, Mom?” Jessica asked.
“It’s Mrs. Roberts. She wants to know if you’ll sit for Amanda for a
couple hours this evening.
“Hello?” Jessica said as she put the receiver to her ear.
“Hi Jessie, it’s Mrs. Roberts. Sorry about the short notice but I was
wondering if you would watch Amanda this evening for a couple hours while
Mr. Roberts and I go out to a movie."
“Sure thing. I’ll be over in about 5 minutes.” Jessica said.
“I’m going next door for a couple hours, Mom. I’ll be back around 10.”
Jess told her mother as she ran upstairs for her purse. Into it, she
threw an extra diaper in case she needed a change. She ran down the
stairs and out the door, slowing just as she got down her walk so as to
walk ever so nonchalantly to the Anderson’s.
“Thanks again for sitting on such short notice, Jessie. We really
appreciate it. Have fun with Amanda, we’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
Mrs. Roberts said as she and Mr. Roberts got into their car and drove
away.
Walking into the house, Jessica found Amanda playing in her playpen. She
put her purse on the couch and then walked over to the playpen to lift
Amanda out.
“I’m wearing a diaper just like you are, Amanda” Jessica cooed softly.
Amanda just giggled and smiled up at her.
The evening passed quietly without incident until about 9:30 when Amanda
suddenly felt the urge for a bowel movement. Just as she got up and
headed for the bathroom, she heard that voice in her head again.
“Where are you going, little one?” the voice asked.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Jessica replied.
“You just went and bought 100 diapers and you’re going to the bathroom?!?”
“You can’t honestly expect me to mess myself do you? I’m seventeen years
old. I’m not a baby anymore.”
“Well then you’re not wearing a diaper just like Amanda is, are you?
You’re a fraud. You’re prancing around wearing a diaper hoping to look
cute, not caring that your whole conception of Baby Jessie is a façade.
What’s it gonna hurt? There’s no one here but Amanda. Clearly she’s not
going to know you’re to ‘old’ to be messing your diaper. Give it a try.
You might just like it.”
Not wanting to be ridiculed by whatever voice it was speaking in her head,
Jessica took her shorts off to be more comfortable, squatted and braced
herself. Wetting herself was one thing, but after thirteen years of being
toilet trained, messing herself was another matter entirely. Try as she
might, nothing happened. Finally a thought struck her.
“Maybe if I get down on my hands and knees it’ll be easier.” she thought
to herself. Lowering herself onto her hands and knees she was bewildered
by what she was trying to do. Nonetheless, she was resolved to make a
mess in her diaper one way or another. She pushed, then relaxed, then
pushed, then relaxed. Slowly but surely her bowels emptied themselves
into her diaper. A mixture of emotions flooded her consciousness at about
the same time. She went form relieved to exhilarated to ashamed. Then
reality sunk in. For Amanda to mess her diaper was one thing. She always
had someone around who could change her. Jessica would have to clean this
mess up herself.
Jessie proceeded to the upstairs bathroom where she grabbed a can of Lysol
to spray the living room to rid it of the smell. Satisfied with her
efforts, she turned her attention to the sagging diaper around her waist.
Grabbing some baby wipes from Amanda’s room, she went to work on her
bottom. Un-taping her diaper, she emptied the mess inside into the toilet
and flushed it. She wrapped the diaper in itself and set it aside. Then
with the thoroughness of only the truly paranoid, she attacked her nether
regions with the baby wipes making sure that there was no mess on any spot
of her body before she unfolded the fresh diaper and secured it to her.
She replaced her shorts back over her diaper, grabbed the used diaper and
walked downstairs to dispose of it in the outside trash. Just as she was
returning from the outside garbage can, she heard the slam of a car door
and realized the Roberts were home. After making brief small talk,
Jessica grabbed her purse and headed home. On entering the house, Jessica
found her mother in the kitchen washing the dishes.
“Hi, Mom” Jess said as she walked into the kitchen.
“Hi Jess.” Mrs. Anderson replied. “How was your evening?”
“Oh, the usual.” Jess said as she unwrapped a fortune cookie and opened
it.
“Do not try and be someone you’re not.” The fortune cookie said. Jessica
crumpled the wrapper and the fortune and tried throwing them into the
waste basket near the kitchen table. Just as Jess bent down to pick them
up her mother glanced over at her. If the white plastic waistband didn’t
give it all away, the diaper-shaped bulge and the crinkle she made when
she straightened up most certainly did. Mrs. Anderson, however, said
nothing. “At least not yet.” she thought to herself.
Chapter 8
As Jessica grew more and more comfortable with her diapered state over the
next couple of weeks, she also grew more and more careless. Mrs. Anderson
began to notice the complete lack of Jessica’s panties in the laundry.
Jessica’s room smelled constantly like a baby’s nursery, and was beginning
to take on the look of one, too. She often left her pacifier out on top
of her dresser where anyone who walked into her room would see it, and
left piles of unused diapers out in the open on her floor. She descended
into a state of nonchalance about her diaper-wearing that could become
dangerous if left unchecked.
As long as wearing diapers wasn’t effecting her ability to function
normally, Mrs. Anderson and her husband John weren’t all that concerned.
There would be a time when Jessica might be forced to choose between her
baby self and her adult self, but it was likely a ways off. It was summer
and she was capable of babysitting Amanda. Unless Jessica started
regressing into an infant who needed constant care, thereby rendering her
no longer a responsible teenager, Mrs. Anderson saw no reason to
intervene. It was one thing for Jessica to have a fetish. People led
perfectly normal lives while simultaneously liking diapers. True, Jessica
not cover her tracks as well as perhaps she could, but anyone could slip
up. It would be another thing altogether if Jessica lost control of
herself and could no longer separate baby Jessie from adult Jessica. This
was Jessica’s life, and no one could live it for her. If she preferred
diapers to panties and could function as an otherwise normal adult in
society, then she was better off than some who were delinquent but wore
more “age-appropriate” underwear.
In the end, it would be Jessica’s choice whether to give up diapers or
panties entirely and fully embrace the other. No one could make that
decision for her. As her mother, Mrs. Anderson would do her part to make
that choice as easy as possible for her, and would encourage her husband
and Elizabeth to do the same. If Jessica made a choice, she would stand
by it, even if that meant transforming her room back into a nursery and
accommodating a seventeen-year-old sized infant. It was on the brink of
indecision, staring into the precipice unable to choose neither one nor
the other that she did not want to see Jessica go through.
As fate would have it, the longer Jessica wore diapers, the easier
relieving herself became. She was babysitting for Amanda nearly everyday
now that the summer was in full swing. Wetting in her diapers became
almost second nature to her. Messing herself wasn’t the challenge it was
the first time, but it still required some serious concentration and
effort on her part.
The more time that passed, the more Jessica took for granted. Whenever
she was at the Roberts watching Amanda, she was almost exclusively wearing
just her t-shirt and a diaper until roughly fifteen minutes before the
Roberts came home. While there, she messed herself just about once daily.
Everything was going just fine until one evening a month after she’d
started wearing twenty-four seven.
Lying down on her bed, she closed her eyes and relaxed completely. As
warm urine found its way along the familiar path into her thirsty diaper,
Jessica drifted off to sleep. The camera craned in from the sky down
through her bedroom window to reveal Jessica sleeping soundly on her bed,
uncovered, wearing a bra and a diaper, sucking happily on her Minnie Mouse
pacifier. It was early morning, probably seven a.m. The angle swiveled
and zoomed out to reveal that the person whose eyes she was looking
through a minute ago were her mothers, staring down at her as she was
sleeping. She said nothing, but pulled a chair over next to Jessica’s
bed.
Jessica's dream-self awoke, yawned and tried to get her eyes to focus.
Once the blurry image before her registered as her mother, Jessica opened
her mouth to scream. The only sound she heard was of the pacifier hitting
her floor.
"Hush, hush little one.” She heard her mother say. “Mommy’s here.”
Jessica was terrified. And, just when she thought things couldn’t get
worse, her bladder chose this particular moment, of all the moments in all
eternity, to empty itself into her diaper.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” her mother said as she put her arms around
Jessica’s shoulders. Jessica wrestled free of her mother’s loving arms
and began to cry.
“I’m not a baby! I’m seventeen years old.” Jessica cried out through her
tears in protest.
“It doesn’t look like you’re a seventeen year old to me, sweetheart. It
looks like you’re about eighteen months old. You’ve just woken up from
your nap and you need a diaper change and some breakfast. That’s why I’ve
come to get you. I’m going to change you and then take you downstairs for
some food, sweetheart.
“No! I won’t go!” Jessica cried out.
“Young lady,” her mothers voice was now stern. “You are coming downstairs
for breakfast with me. You don’t have to have your diaper changed; if
you’d prefer to stay in that wet one, that’s fine by me. But you’re going
down for breakfast and you can do it with or without a spanking.”
“I’m not going!”
Without a second to realize what happened next Jessica was over her
mother’s lap being spanked with a firm wooden hairbrush. She got a good
fifteen swats. “There.” her mother said with a note of triumph in her
voice. “Now you’ve got something to cry about. You’re going down to
breakfast without another word, and you’ll get your diaper changed later
when you’ve learned how to behave.” The scene faded out.
When the dream faded back in, Jessica’s cries were reduced to whimpers.
She was strapped into a highchair wearing a bib and her sister Elizabeth
was spoon-feeding her Gerber bananas from a baby food jar.
“What a good baby you are!” Elizabeth cooed to her. Jessica opened her
mouth to tell her sister off but in that instant her mother shot her an
“I’ll let your sister spank you if you misbehave” look. Sobbing, she ate
the rest of her breakfast like a well-behaved baby girl.
“Elizabeth” Mrs. Anderson said, “If you’d like you can take the baby
upstairs and change her into a fresh diaper. I think she’d like that.
Wouldn’t you baby Jessie?”
Jessica said nothing. “Wouldn’t you, baby Jessie?” Mrs. Anderson
repeated.
“Yes, Mommy.” Jessica sighed, knowing she was beat.
“That’s Mommy’s girl.” Mrs. Anderson cooed. “Oh, and Elizabeth?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“Be sure to spank her if she gives you any trouble.”
“Of course, Mom.” Elizabeth grinned as she let Jessie out of the
highchair, took her by the hand, and led her upstairs to get changed.
Once inside her room, Jessica sighed with relief.
“
"I can’t believe all that just happened, like I’m some kind of baby or
something.” Jessica said to her sister.
“Jess,” her sister admonished as she grabbed a fresh diaper, baby wipes
and lotion, “just lie down on your bed so I can change you. I really
don’t want any trouble.”
“Don’t want any trouble??? Who do you think you are, my older sister???”
Jessica demanded.
With unbelievable agility, Elizabeth grabbed Jessica by the hand, pulled
her across her lap, and sat down in the chair next to her bed all in one
swift motion. Putting her right leg over Jessie’s left to render her
unable to get out from her grasp, Elizabeth pulled off the sopping diaper
Jessie had been wearing and, with a strength and force Jessica never knew
she had in her, began to spank her.
Unlike earlier, Jessie no longer had a diaper covering her rump to absorb
some of the shock from her sister’s swats. It took all of three swats
from Elizabeth’s hand before Jessie was wailing for mercy, but Elizabeth
was intent on teaching her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. About
thirty swats later, Jessica felt Elizabeth’s body relax. As Elizabeth
moved her leg out of the way, Jessie crumpled to the floor at her feet,
sobbing hysterically in pain and humiliation. She trembled as her sister
began to speak again.
“Now, I’m going downstairs for a few minutes. I’m going to use the big
girl potty and then I’ll probably get something to drink. In the
meantime, you are to have your cry and collect yourself. When I come back
up here, I want to see the most cooperative baby girl ever, ready to have
her diaper put back on.” With that, Jessie was left to her sobbing as she
knelt on the floor, naked from the waist down.
Chapter 9
Sitting bolt upright in bed, Jessica spit her Minnie Mouse pacifier clear
across her room. She was in a state of utter shock. She awoke to find
she had been sweating profusely in her sleep and that her sheets were in a
deranged mess. Her top sheet was strewn on her floor while the only thing
keeping her bottom sheet on her mattress was that she was still on top of
it.
“What a nightmare!” Jess thought to herself as she began to collect her
thoughts. “Is that’s what’s to become of me? Am I to become the baby of
the house and to allow Elizabeth to dominate over me?”
Jess shuddered at the thought of it all. Diapers were one thing, she
supposed to herself, but to surrender her status as an adult was quite
another altogether. She decided to put an immediate stop and to re-assert
herself as the near-eighteen-year-old she was. Jumping out of bed, she
hastily ripped her diaper off, taped it up and threw it in her trashcan.
Grabbing her pink bathrobe she headed for the bathroom for a shower.
“I am not a baby. I am not a baby. I am not a baby” Jess repeated to
herself as she showered. Much to her surprise, the inner voice that
seemed to be encouraging Jess’ babyish activities had no comment on the
matter, and kept silent. She repeated this phrase to herself as she dried
herself off and donned her pink silk bra and matching bikini panties. She
was slightly startled as she slid the panties up over her hips. The lack
of bulk between her legs was jarring all of a sudden; as if she’d need to
learn to walk yet a third time now she was no longer in diapers.
Back in her room, Jess dressed herself in a pair of short, blue denim
shorts and a pink tank top.
“I’m not a baby. I’m not a baby. I’m not a baby” She kept repeating to
herself as she descended the stairs where she found Elizabeth watching
television and having a bowl of cereal.
“Good morning, sis” Elizabeth cheerily greeted her sister. “Sleep well?”
she asked.
“Yeah” Jess yawned. “Like the dead. What’s for breakfast?”
“I’m having cereal, though I saw oatmeal and I think there might be
waffles.”
“Not a baby. Not a baby.” she thought as she opened the freezer door and
pulled out the box of Eggo waffles. Popping two in the toaster, she put
the box back in the freezer, grabbed the milk and butter from the
refrigerator, set those on the table and headed to the cupboard for a
plate, some silverware and a glass.
Suddenly, she felt the urge to pee. Instinctively she just began to
relax. Realizing what was about to happen a split second before it was
too late, she ran like a bat out of hell to the bathroom, nearly ripping
the button off of her jeans as she pulled them down; getting her panties
down just as the urine began to flow.
“You are not a baby” Jess chided herself. “and you are not wearing a
diaper. Need to remember that.
Feeling her pulse slow and her breathing return to normal, she finished
her business and returned to the kitchen.
“You all right, Jess?” Elizabeth asked, not looking up from her cereal.
“Yeah, just didn’t realize I needed to use the bathroom until the nick of
time, I suppose.” Jess replied, busying herself again with making
breakfast.
“Happens I guess. Still, better not a minute too soon than a minute too
late.”
“Yeah…” Jess said aloofly. She finished preparing her breakfast in
silence. She carried her plate and glass of milk into the living room and
sat on the other end of the couch from Elizabeth. As if someone were
playing a cruel joke, whatever Liz had been watching cut to commercial.
“Since the 1950’s when Victor Mills sought an easier way to diaper his
grandson, Pampers has been revolutionizing the diaper industry. Recently,
Pampers introduced their newest line, Pampers Princess diapers for teen
girls. Research has sown that many teen girls need or desire the comfort
that comes from the soft, think protection only Pampers products provide.
But don’t just take our word for it. Actress Emma Watson shares her
thoughts:
(The camera pans to the left, where Emma is seen laying upon a changing
table as a diaper is being brought up between her legs and fastened by her
attendant. She sits up.)
“Acting is hard work. A girl simply can’t face monstrous trolls and
You-know-who without a lot of support. That’s what I love about Pampers.
Thick, soft, and snug, they provide just the thing I need to help me
bounce back day in and day out. Probably the coolest thing about my job
is being able to enact Ms. J. K. Rowling’s wonderful books, but knowing
that Pampers is there to protect me when I wet myself out of fear is a
close second…”
“Not a baby. Don’t need diapers. Not a baby. Don’t need diapers.”
Jess’ repetitions reached such a ferocious pitch within her own head she
thought she’d go deaf from the echo.” It was an effort just to pry her
attention to her plate to eat her breakfast.
“Something wrong, Jess?” Elizabeth inquired, noticing Jessica’s
distractedness.
“What? Er…” Jess replied, jarred back into reality. “No, I’m fine, just a
little tired I guess.”
Jess managed to keep her mind reasonably clear long enough to cut her food
and begin to eat.
Chapter 10
Finishing her breakfast, Jess put the dishes into the dishwasher and
headed upstairs to her room. Putting on her sandals, she grabbed her car
keys and headed out the door, stopping to tell Elizabeth that she was
headed for the mall, in case her parents should ask.
“Whatever you say, sis” Elizabeth said, not looking away from the
television.
As if by strange coincidence, the minute Jess closed the door behind her,
the show Elizabeth had been watching cut to commercial. This was not just
any commercial, it was about to change the lives of everyone in the
Anderson family for a long time to come.
An attractive woman in her mid-thirties appeared on the screen. “I’m
Susan Valentine, head of the research and development division of Proctor
& Gamble. Recently, we introduced the newest product in our Pampers line,
Pampers Princess diapers for teenage girls. The success of this product
is beyond our wildest dreams. In the past month alone, since Princess
first appeared on the shelves, over one million packages nationwide have
been sold. Many retailers cannot seem to keep them on their shelves. We
here at Proctor & Gamble, particularly the Pampers division are delighted
that Princess has met a need or desire for so many teen girls. To
celebrate this success, we are proud to announce a contest. One hundred
lucky semi-finalists will be invited to visit the Pampers production
center, where they will be able to sample new products as well as see how
the whole operation works. They will also have the chance to meet other
women like themselves who need or desire the comfort and protection that
only Pampers Princess diapers provide. Each semi-finalist will receive
complete accommodations free of charge. Rooming will be provided in a
nursery-style facility with two girls to a room. During the stay, of
course, each girl’s diapers will be courtesy of Pampers. Upon the
conclusion of the conference, each semi-finalist will receive, in addition
to random giveaways during the conference, a two-year supply of Pampers
Princess, as well as a “yearbook” featuring photos taken during the event
at various of the seminars and activities. One very special young lady,
the grand-prize winner, will be crowned the Pampers Princess, and in
addition to the gifts that the semi-finalists receive, she will be offered
a position on the Pampers testing staff, and receive a lifetime supply of
Pampers Princess diapers. No purchase necessary, entry forms are
available wherever Pampers Princess products are sold.
“That gives me an idea” Elizabeth thought to herself, a huge grin
spreading over her face.
Chapter 11
“Mom, can I talk to you about something kinda private??” Elizabeth asked
one night after dinner while Jessica was watching TV and Mr. Anderson was
out doing some shopping.
“Sure, sweetie, let’s go into the study where we shouldn’t be disturbed.”
said Mrs. Anderson, leading the way. “What’s on your mind, Liz?” she
asked as she closed the door behind her.
“Well, I feel really bad for even discussing this with you but I think you
should know. It’s about Jess.”
“I see,” replied Mrs. Anderson in a knowing tone, but she let Elizabeth
take the lead.
“About a month ago, I guess, I caught Jess wearing a diaper around the
house. We were making lunch one Saturday morning and she bent over to
grab something and when her shirt rid up, I caught a glimpse of the
waistband. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I asked her to hand me the
mustard or something and sure enough, I saw the waistband of a disposable
diaper. Then, when she was turned around I was able to make out the
outline of her diaper underneath her jeans.
“I didn’t say anything at the time, but I’m pretty sure she’s been wearing
constantly ever since. That is, of course, until the other day. I was
sitting around watching TV and she all of a sudden sprinted for the
bathroom and, from what I can figure out, nearly had an accident. What
made her stop wearing all of a sudden I’m not really sure. But she just
sat down to lunch when the show I was watching cut to commercial and, as
luck would have it, it was for those new Pampers Princess diapers they
came out with for teens. She seemed really distracted. I asked her if
she was all right and she said she was still tired or something, but I
don’t know that I believe that.”
“Elizabeth, I think you did the right thing. You are concerned about
Jessica’s welfare and that is commendable. Your father and I, however,
both know that Jess has been wearing diapers for about the past month.
She’s going through something that she needs to deal with herself when
she’s ready, we feel. The best we can do for her is to be supportive.
That includes you, Elizabeth.” replied her mother.
“Ah, yeah…” Elizabeth continued. “I have a confession to make that I’m
not exactly proud of, but I believe I did the right thing. I was watching
TV about a week ago, around the same time Jess nearly had that accident,
and just as she’d gone out to the mall or wherever it was she was going a
new Pampers Princess commercial came on advertising a contest with the
grand prize to be crowned the Pampers Princess, receive a lifetime supply
of diapers, attend a conference where you can see how their company
operates and so forth. I kinda entered Jess. I thought you should know
in case she gets selected, there’s like 100 semi-finalists that get
selected and even they get like 2 year supplies of diapers, so I figured
it’d be best you knew before Pampers started delivering to the house. I
didn’t do it to be mean, I just think that she needs to either choose
diapers or not or something. I feel like she’s gotta choose something and
be ok with it.”
Mrs. Anderson chuckled. “Sometimes you amaze me, Liz. I really ought to
be upset with you, but I suppose if I’m not upset with Jess for her
diaper-wearing, I can’t be upset with you for wanting her to come to terms
with it. From what you have described, I suspect that something happened
that made her have second thoughts about the road she was traveling.
Perhaps she had a nightmare that have her a jolt and made her remember
that she’s soon to be eighteen and that some aspects of being eighteen and
wearing diapers don’t mix. It certainly sounds like she binged on diapers
and is now trying to purge herself of the guilt she’s feeling.
“I also saw the commercial about the contest. While I didn’t go so far as
to enter Jess, I do agree it’d be a good experience for her. She
obviously has some needs that aren’t being met, but if she’s unwilling to
tell us what they are there’s nothing we can do for her.
“However, if she does get selected, I think I will see to it that she goes
to this thing. The Roberts have gone on vacation, so she will not be
needing her as a babysitter. At the very least I think she needs time
away to sort this out. Being with other children around her age with
similar desires may help her to realize that there’s nothing wrong with
her wearing diapers if that’s what she wants.
“What if she runs with it and comes back and wants to regress to be a
total baby?” Elizabeth asked her mother.
“That would be between Jessica, your father, and me. Personally, I feel
that if she chooses to embrace her diapers and give up big girl’s panties
I’m fine with that, but your father has a right to a say in the matter and
so I can’t go making a decision. However, I would like to ask you, in
that event to be as supportive as you can of your sister. She’ll need to
know that we accept her for who she is.
“In the meantime, all we can do is wait. Do you know when the drawing
is?”
“I think the entry form said that semi-finalists would be notified by the
end of the month, which is 2 weeks from tomorrow.”
“That gives us two weeks to prepare ourselves in the event Jess is chosen.
I want you to know that I am not sure that I think you did the right
thing, but I believe you had the right intentions, and so I will support
your actions. I will make your father aware of the circumstances and urge
him to back me in urging Jess to attend this thing if she is selected."
“But, you need to understand that I suspect that she will not like what
you’ve done, particularly at first. You’ve had a really solid
relationship, much better than I would have expected among siblings. I
suspect she’ll feel hurt and a bit betrayed at first. Hopefully with time
she’ll realize that you had her best interests in mind in doing this but
at first you need to be ready for the worst. I don’t even think she knows
that any of us have found her out, which shall make the blow even more
painful. Still, we won’t know unless she gets selected. We can prepare,
but there’s no sense in worrying until the time comes.”
“You’re right, Mom. Thanks for understanding where I was coming from in
what I’ve done. I hope it works out for the best.”
“I hope so, too, Liz. I hope so too.”
As Mrs. Anderson reached for the doorknob to the study, a thought sprung
into Liz’s head.
“Mom,” she said.
“Yes, dear?” said Mrs. Anderson as she turned the doorknob but had not yet
pulled the door open.
“If you need a babysitter, I’m your girl,” Elizabeth smiled genuinely.
Mrs. Anderson smiled back. “I’m glad I can count on you, Liz.”
Chapter 12
Truth be told, Elizabeth was actually excited. Being the younger sibling
always made her feel as if she were in Jessica’s shadow. Deep down there
was a part of her that would like to have a baby around the house, even if
the “baby” were a chronological adult. Jess and Liz used to be best
friends, and since this whole diaper episode started, Liz felt Jess was
hiding something from her. She was unsure whether she thought it was
easier or harder now that she knew what it was Jess was hiding. She
wanted to reach out to her sister and let her know she was there for her,
but she couldn’t. Entering her into this contest was the closest she
could come to showing her support, and if Jess won, it really wouldn’t
look like she was supporting her at all. Admittedly, it would seem kind
of strange changing her older sister’s diapers, but Liz deeply and
sincerely cared about her sister, and would rather have this diaper thing
out in the open than have Jess try and hide something from the people who
cared about her most, especially considering they already knew.
When she went to the store to fill out the contest entry form for Jess,
she picked up a brochure explaining what the prizes were and more about
the Pampers Princess line. Since she went to the store on the same day
the contest was announced, Pampers had a table set up at the local grocery
store where there was a company representative there to answer questions.
They were also handing out one free diaper to each person who entered the
contest. Liz found the whole experience odd.
“Thank you for filling out our entry form. What size sample would you
like?” the rep asked.
“Er, sample?” Liz pretending to be Jess, asked.
“Yes, every contest entry comes with one free diaper.”
“Oh. I see. Um… I haven’t really tried your product out, I’m embarrassed
to say…” Liz was even more embarrassed to be having this conversation.
“…how do the sizes run?”
“They run the same as your panty size, dear. That’s all right. Not
everyone who wants to be back in diapers gets to before a chance like this
comes along. That’s what Pampers Princess and this contest are about”
“Ah…right…well, I wear a size six panty.” Liz said nervously.
“Right then, here you are.” The rep said as she handed Liz a size six
Princess diaper. “Also, here’s a pamphlet describing Pampers new line of
teen-sized diapers as well as the prizes for the contest. Happy diapering
and good luck.”
“Right, er, thanks.” That had to be the single most embarrassing moment
in Liz’s entire life. Stashing the diaper and pamphlet in her purse so as
not to be seen with it, she nearly ran out of the store. “I almost hope
Jess wins this blasted contest just for what I had to go through to get
her entered.” she thought to herself.
Liz put the diaper in her closet and near forgot about it. She found
herself reading the pamphlet about Pampers Princess and the contest nearly
everyday until the drawing. She could practically recite it one week
before the semi-finalists were announced. She was so excited that you
would have thought she had entered herself instead of her sister.
Now, a week before the drawing, Liz looked over the pamphlet yet again.
If Jessica were selected as a semi-finalist she would be invited to the
“Pampers Nursery” for a two-week stay, during which time she would receive
“first-class, nursery-style accommodations, each room complete with two
teen-sized cribs, a teen-sized changing table, and, of course, plenty of
Pampers Princess diapers.”
“While at the Pampers Nursery,” Liz read on, “each girl will have the
opportunity to attend classes and seminars related to her own particular
interests, however both “Pampers Princess and You(r Bottom): The Future
of Pampers Products for Teens” and “Dealing with Diapers” will be required
of all participants. The first is a seminar on the future of Pampers
products, both an opportunity for the members of the market to find out
what Pampers will be providing and for them to give feedback and make
suggestions about what they want in their products. The second is a
course in how to adjust to being a diapergirl, from maintaining family and
friendship relations to general diaper do’s and don’ts. The rest of the
seminars and courses are about various diaper-related topics. Some of
these cater to the diaper-loving girl, who just wears diapers, others to
teen-baby girls, who wear diapers as a means of regressing and feeling
like a baby.
“For each girl Pampers will provide several t-shirts, each with the
Pampers Princess logo and various sayings such as ‘I’m a Pampers
Princess,’ ‘I need to be Pampered,’ and so forth. As aforementioned,
Pampers will also provide all the diapers each girl will need during the
conference.
“Because Pampers believes that each girl should learn to be proud of who
she is, the only attire to be allowed at the conference is one Pampers
t-shirt, and Pampers Princess diapers. Each participant is required to
abide by this dress code. Further, because each girl is supplied with
diapers, bathroom use will be restricted to bathing only.
“Each floor will have ten participants on it, split up into five
“nurseries,” two girls to a nursery. Two staff babysitters will be
assigned to each floor for diaper changing, bathing, bottle feeding, and
other needs as may arise…”
Normally, Elizabeth would be having thoughts about what she had done, as
she and her sister were best friends. But, she felt that Jess needed to
realize that what she was going through was not only ok, that there were
other girls out there going through the same thing. She might take time
to adjust, but it would be worth it in the end. It actually sounded kind
of cool to Elizabeth. Pampers was shelling out and bringing two hundred
girls to be treated like real princesses. She really hoped Jessica would
win. While, on the one hand, if she lost Liz would never have to hear
about what she had done, she would likely never realize what her needs are
and be able to try and have them met. A little sibling strife is worth
meeting Jess’ needs, even if she’s not aware of them. Only one more week
until the notice should arrive in the mail. Liz all but prayed that Jess
would be selected. There were one hundred semi-finalists, surely she had
a shot.
Chapter 13
It was the day before the contest drawing when Jess finally found out
about it. She’d spent all her time and energy trying to block babyish
things out of her life. She’d had several very close calls since she
started wearing big girl panties exclusively again, including one incident
where she actually started tinkling in her shorts, though luckily she’d
been in the bathroom and had gotten them down in time before any
noticeable damage was done. Still, she was mortified about it. Needless
to say the more she tried to push diapers out of her mind the firmer they
stuck. Her resistance, firm at first, was becoming more and more shaken
as time went by.
Everyone in the house had gone out and Jess was alone watching television
when the commercial came on. “Susan Valentine here, head of the research
and development division here at Pampers” Jess heard the woman say.
“Great another freakin diaper commercial. Enough already.” She sat up to
grab for the remote when the scene changed and Jess was entranced.
Pictures of the facilities for the contest were flashing across the
screen. They showed pictures of the nurseries, complete with two cribs, a
changing table, and what looked like floor to celing packages of Pampers
Princess diapers.
“Thousands of teenage girls have entered the Pampers Princess sweepstakes”
Ms. Valentine continued, “and one hundred lucky girls will be accommodated
for two weeks in these facilities, and will have the opportunity to learn
more about Pampers’ product line while enjoying a babyish lifestyle. Each
girl will be provided with all the diapers she needs while at the
conference plus a two-year supply of Pampers Princess diapers compliments
of the staff here at Pampers. One lucky girl will be chosen as the
Pampers Princess from among all the participants, and she will receive a
lifetime supply of diapers as well as a position on the Pampers staff
where she will be able to help us develop better products to meet our
customers’ needs. The one-hundred semi-finalists should e receiving their
notification via mail tomorrow. To all who have entered, we here at
Pampers wish you the best of luck, and hope to see you when the conference
begins.”
“Wow” thought Jess. “I wish I’d known about that; it looks awesome. I
don’t know what Mom and Dad would say if two years worth of diapers
started arriving at the house, but the whole thing sounds so fun. And
that grand prize! I wouldn’t have to worry about a job!”
The voice inside her head awoke. “I thought you were an adult who didn’t
need diapers. I thought diapers were for babies.
She was caught by her own psyche. “Well,” she argued, “I don’t really
know. I want to be a responsible adult, but the diapers felt so good on
my behind and they’d have solved the problems of those two near-accidents
I had.”
“Those weren’t accidents, Jess” the voice replied, “that’s what happens
when you give up the toilet for a month, you start to lose control. It’s
ok to want to be your mommy’s little girl again. It’s ok not to want to
grow up, but quit the nonsense Jess. If you want to be a baby again
that’s ok.”
“I AM NOT A BABY!” Jess screamed. Suddenly she was glad no one was home
to hear her; it would have been quite the embarrassment, particularly
considering she was screaming at the voices in her head. She shut the TV
off and sat there, indignant. She was not a baby, plain and simple.
Matter of fact, she was going to go upstairs right now and throw the rest
of her diapers out.
She headed upstairs and into her room. Standing at the closet door,
looking down on her diapers, however, she discovered herself to be
immobilized. She couldn’t throw them out. She picked one up and the
smell wafted up through her nose and the soft feel of it in her hand
brought on a rush of feeling and excitement.
“I don’t want to be a baby!” she whined. “I want to be an adult. I’m
almost eighteen. I want to be my sister’s role model and I want to be an
adult and I want to go off to college and get a job and be an adult.”
“Perhaps,” the voice argued, “the real mature thing in this situation is
to know you’re still your mommy’s baby.”
“Shut up!”
Chapter 14
The sun pried its way through the clouds to reveal a warm Saturday
morning. Yawning, Elizabeth stretched and opened her eyes. Realizing
what day it was, she nearly jumped out of bed and ran for the shower.
After getting dressed, the big wait officially began.
“You ok, sis?” Jess asked, noticing her sister’s overflowing energy.
“Yeah I’m just full of energy today for some reason.” Liz replied.
“Ah. I see.”
Liz felt like she had ADD for the first time in her life. She couldn’t
sit still, and she couldn’t keep her attention fixed on anything for
longer than five minutes.
Three hours later, the mail still hadn’t come. She sat, feeling drained
and dejected in front of the TV. Her mind was suddenly clouded with
doubts that Jessica would even become a semi-finalist in the contest.
Then, it occurred to her that if she were to win, it would mean quite the
rift between herself and Jess for the first time in her life. Better to
prepare herself in the case of that, than listen for the mail.
She wondered what Jess’ reaction would be. She suspected it wouldn’t be
pretty. She hoped she would be able to make Jess see that she had the
best of intentions. All she could do now was wait and hope for the best.
As luck would have it, just as Liz was about to give up hope of the mail
ever coming, she heard the familiar sound of the mailbox being opened and
closed again. Like lightning, she was up and at the front door, opening it
and grabbing the mail.
“Mom, Dad, Mom, Dad, Dad, Dad, Mom,” she thought as she sorted through the
envelopes. Of course it was the last one in the pile. It was a thick
pink envelope addressed to Ms. Jessica Anderson. The return address was
the pink Pampers logo that everyone was all too familiar with.
Stuffing the envelope into her back pocket, Liz put the mail on the table
in the living room and made to head upstairs ever so nonchalantly.
“Anything exciting?” Jess asked, peering away from the television.
“No, I got a thing about some college though, or it looks like that
anyway.” Liz replied. Her heart was pounding and she tried very hard not
to betray her excitement to her sister. She forced herself to walk slowly
back up to her room. Shutting the door behind her, she grabbed the
envelope from her back pocket and flung herself onto her bed.
“Dear Ms. Jessica Anderson” Elizabeth read, unfolding the first page of
the letter. “Thank you for entering our Pampers Princess Sweepstakes. We
are pleased to announce that you have been selected as one of the one
hundred semi-finalists. You will find all the necessary information
within this packet. We look forward to seeing you in two weeks at the
start of this conference. Sincerely, Susan Valentine”
Looking through the rest of the packet, Elizabeth noted descriptions of
the various activities, courses and panels to be conducted at the
conference. There was also a description of the accommodations and
benefits the participants would receive. There was a diaper size request
form, both for conference use and for the two years’ free diapers. Also
on that form was a space for t-shirt size so that each baby could be
provided with the right size uniform shirts. Just then, there was a knock
at Liz’s door. Shoving the paperwork underneath her pillow, Liz opened
the door to find her mother standing there. She let her mother pass into
the room and shut the door behind her.
“Well?” Mrs. Anderson asked conspiratorially.
“She’s in.” Elizabeth replied. She blushed at the thought that she was
responsible for all this. She really believed she did the right thing,
though. Here’s the information.” Liz said as she handed her mother the
information packet. “Any idea how you’re going to break the news to her?”
“I’ve got an idea. I’m not sure how well it’s going to work. I told your
father about the whole thing and, while he wasn’t too happy with you at
first, I was able to persuade him that you had Jess’ best interests at
heart and that this type of experience, should she be selected, might be
able to help her sort out her feelings about diapers and so forth, and
he’s behind me 100%. The three of us will have to talk about the way
things will be when she gets back as soon as she’s gone. I trust I can
still count on you to be the big sister, Elizabeth?”
“Of course, Mom. I kinda feel I owe it to Jess after what I’ve done.”
“Perhaps. Let’s just hope when she gets back she won’t take it the wrong
way.”
That night, as the dishes were being cleared away and a delicious caramel
apple pie being laid out for dessert, Mrs. Anderson took the envelope from
her back pocket and took a deep breath.
“Jessica, honey, this came for you in the mail today.” Mrs. Anderson
said, handing Jessica the envelope.
“Why didn’t Liz hand it to me when she took the mail in, I was sitting
right there?” Jess inquired as she took the envelope,
“Yes, well…” Liz started.
“There’s no need, Elizabeth.” Mrs. Anderson chided. Mr. Anderson said
nothing during this whole proceeding.
A look of utter shock grew over Jessica’s face as she opened the envelope
and examined the contents.
“What the hell is this? How did this all happen?”
“Well, Jess,” Elizabeth began, stammering at first, but then mastering her
voice, “I kind of entered you in that contest. That letter came today,
announcing that you’ve been chosen as a semi-finalist.”
“And WHY did you enter me?” Jessica demanded. “Do you think I’m some kind
of baby or something?”
“Jess,” Elizabeth began nerouvsly, “a few weeks back we were around the
house watching TV. As we were making lunch, I caught a glimpse of a white
plastic waistband when you bent over to grab something from the fridge. I
asked you to hand me the mustard, not believing my eyes, and, sure enough,
I saw the waistband of your diaper. When you stood up I could make out
the outline of your diaper beneath your jeans. When I found out about
this contest I thought it would be good for you. You’re my sister and
you’re still my best friend and I love you. I did this because I want
what’s best for you.”
“Well surely then you would have noticed that I stopped wearing diapers
about two weeks ago.” Jess retorted indignantly.
“Yes, Jess, I did notice. I also noticed the other day when you nearly
wet your pants because you weren’t wearing a diaper and didn’t realize you
needed to pee until it was almost too late.”
Jess had to concede that point. It was true that she nearly wet her
pants. This didn’t forgive her sister’s actions, however. Suddenly she
raged at her sister.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT YOU DID,” Jess screamed. Her parents and Elizabeth
were taken aback. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON IN MY LIFE. AND HERE
YOU GO ENTERING ME INTO THIS CONTEST LIKE I’M SOME SORT OF BABY. WE’LL
I’M NOT GOING! I’M NOT GOING AND I DON’T WEAR DIAPERS AND I’M NOT A
GODDAMNED BABY. SO STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!”
“Your father and I have both decided” Mrs. Anderson began, “that you will
be going to this conference, sweetie. It will be good for you. We’re not
mad at you. We want to support you. And the reason your sister doesn’t
know what’s going on in your life is the same reason that your father and
I don’t. You won’t tell us. We know that you snuck diapers from the
Roberts’ while you were babysitting Amanda, and you were a little careless
about hiding the fact that you were wearing the diapers you had bought for
yourself. Elizabeth is not the only one to have caught you. But you’re
missing the point. This is not a punishment. We’re trying to help you to
figure out what you want and what you need. If you go to this conference
and come back and decide you want to be back in diapers, then that’s fine
by us. Your father, sister and I will do what we can to accommodate you.
If you want to be babied, we’ll see what we can Do; if it’s just diapers
that’s fine as well. But you need to be honest, first and foremost with
yourself but also with your family. We love you, diapers or not.”
At this point, Jessica burst into tears. “I’m not a baby. I’m not a
baby. I’m not a baby,” she sobbed.
In spite of her words, urine was flooding into her shorts. She only
noticed it as she was catching her breath and beginning to calm down.
Elizabeth, Mr. Anderson and Mrs. Anderson all caught each other’s eyes and
waited for Jess to recognize what she was doing.
Sure enough, no sooner had Jess’ breath returned to normal and her heart
rate slowed a little than she realized that she had indeed wet her pants
just like the baby she said she wasn’t. So horrifically ashamed was she
that she ran up stairs to her room, slammed the door behind her and flung
herself on her bed, not even bothering to put on something dry, crying,
utterly ashamed of herself.
“I’m proud of you, Liz,” Mr. Anderson said. “It took a lot of courage to
do what you did. I just hope, for Jess’ sake, that the desired effect is
achieved.”
“I believe we all do, Dad.” Liz remarked.
Upstairs, Jess was an utter disaster. Her emotions were at war with each
other. She was horrified and angry with Elizabeth for entering her into
that contest, yet she knew she wanted to go. She should be happy that her
parents want her to go. She didn’t think they’d understand if she had
been able to enter the contest normally. Here was the opportunity she
should be longing for, but it had awful timing and even worse delivery.
Deep down she knew that her sister and parents wanted what was best for
her and that Liz did what she thought would work out best in the end, but
it was just the way it happened. Here she thought no one know about what
had transpired since she snuck those first couple diapers at the Roberts,
and it turns out that everyone knew. It was as if the bigger secret was
that Jess’ secret wasn’t secret.
As if that weren’t bad enough just as she finished asserting that she
wasn’t a baby she realized she was wetting her pants. That was real
mature of her, wetting her pants like a three year old. Jess just wanted
to crawl into a hole and die. Yes, crawl. That would be awful fitting
for a big baby who needs to be put back in diapers where she belongs.
In spite of her incessant sobbing, Jess heard a soft knock at the door.
“Go away! I don’t want to talk to anyone!”
“Jess, it’s your mother.”
“I said I don’t want to talk to anyone!”
“Jess, I love you. You know what you do when you love someone, Jess? You
stand by them through thick and thin. If you think I’m going anywhere
until you let me in to talk to you, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Chapter 15
Jess gave pause, touched by what her mother had just told her. Now, of
all times, she needed to know her family loved her. But like the awful
timing and delivery of every diaper lover’s and teen baby’s greatest
fantasy, Jess wished this all could have happened differently. Slowly she
got up from her bed where she’d been laying and walked to the door.
“I love you, Jess.” Mrs. Anderson said softly.
A smile spread across Jess’ tear-stained face. “I love you too, Mommy”
she said as she opened the door wider for her mother to pass through.
“Jess, why are you still wearing those wet shorts? Please take them off
and go take a shower. I see you were laying on your bed in them. Tell
you what, you go take a shower. I’ll throw your wet bedding and clothing
into the wash, remake your bed and I’ll wait here so we can have our
chat.”
“Ok, Mom. Can you, uh, leave so I can take off these clothes?” Jess asked
awkwardly.
“Jess, I would, but it wouldn’t be the first time I saw you naked, and if
you decide to take up diapers again, it may not be the last.”
Sighing, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them and her wet panties fall
to the floor, grabbing her bathrobe and flinging it around her. She
caught her mother’s eye on her way to the shower. Mrs. Anderson was
smiling, and Jess found she couldn’t help but smile too.
Jess had to admit it was good to get out of those wet clothes. She was
feeling a little better after that brief talk with her mother, though she
did not know what would be in the talk to come. She suspected her mother
wanted her to go to this conference. Jess did want to go but she felt as
if she had to give up her adult identity to embrace her inner baby and she
wasn’t sure she wanted to do that. She felt incredibly insecure and
unsure of which way to turn. But, she supposed, that was the purpose of
this whole mess. To top it off, she had screamed at her sister. She
screamed at her own best friend whom she’d had since she could remember.
Closer than anyone she’d met at school. Jess felt truly awful for that.
She would have to come up with a way to make it up to Liz.
Mrs. Anderson, meanwhile, stripped Jess’ bed and threw her sheets and her
wet clothing into the washroom. On the way down she passed Liz.
“How is Jess?” Liz asked tentatively.
“Well, she seems a little better, though she’s got a long way to go. I
haven’t had my actual talk with her yet, but I’ve convinced her to go
shower and I’m changing her bedclothes and throwing her wet stuff in the
laundry. Once she’s done showering, we’ll have our talk. I’m going to
try and get her to apologize to you.”
“That’s not necessary, Mom. I understand why she did what she did. She
has a right to feel upset, she probably thinks that I betrayed a trust she
hadn’t even put in me. I’d feel the same way if I were her.”
“That may be, however feelings do not always excuse actions, and I would
like her to apologize to you. You two always got along so well. If she
goes through with this whole conference thing and decides she wants to
embrace diapers and/or a babyish lifestyle, she’s going to need you there
for her more than ever. Amends need to be made between you.”
‘I understand Mom. Good luck.”
“Thanks. I’m hoping things’ll go well.”
Returning from the washroom, Mrs. Anderson remade her bed. She was
sitting on it when Jess returned from the shower. Jess headed for her
dresser drawer to pick out some clothing.
“Jess,” Mrs. Anderson said, “I’d like to talk to you before you get
dressed. Please come sit here on the bed with me.”
“Ok, Mom” Jess said as she walked to her bed and took a seat beside her
mother.
“Now, Jess, what did I tell you after I knocked on your door?” her mother
asked.
“You told me that you loved me and that you would stand by me through
thick and thin.” Jess recalled.
Mrs. Anderson put her arm around Jessica’s waist and kissed her forehead.
“I hope you know nothing has changed between then and now. And nothing is
going to change that, ever. I would like to talk about these diapers of
yours.”
Jessica sighed. She recounted to her mother how the whole thing began.
She told her mother about sneaking diapers from the Roberts and the dreams
she was having and how wonderful it felt to feel like a baby again with
not a care in the world. She told her how she first saw the Pampers
Princess commercials on TV and how she went out and bought a case of them.
She recounted how she started wearing them constantly and how, one night
she had even messed herself while watching Amanda. Once she got started
unraveling this tale it seemed to tell itself. Having found a sympathetic
ear, Jessica felt the burden of the whole thing lifting from her the
further into her story she got.
Finally she got to the part about the nightmare she had. Mrs. Anderson
began to understand what was going on and why things had unfolded the way
they did.
“I can see how the idea of being spanked by your younger sister for not
behaving during a diaper change can be quite traumatic” Mrs. Anderson said
sympathetically. “Still, as evidenced by your recent wettings it seems
not to have been the wisest course of action, though I do certainly
understand why you chose it.”
“I’m glad you have finally been honest with me, Jessica. I want to talk
now about what is going to happen from here on out, but I want you first
to know that you are my firstborn child. No one can take that status away
from you. Whether you choose to go the “adult” route and wear panties all
the time and never think about diapers or baby things again or whether you
say you want to regress for a little while before the responsibilities of
adulthood overtake you, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re my
firstborn child. Even if Elizabeth does end up babysitting you and
changing your diapers and feeding you bottles and baby food and playing
baby games with you, you’re still my firstborn, and I still love you very,
very much.
“Now, you’ve been entered into this contest and selected as a
semi-finalist” Mrs. Anderson said as she pulled the information packet out
of her pocket. “Your family wants you to go. You can choose to be a baby
or an adult after you’ve gone and had the experience. You’ve been playing
baby on the sly, it’s about time you were able to indulge this fantasy of
yours and find out how it really feels without any pressures from home.
You’ll be able to be around people with similar feelings and desires and
your father and I both agree that this will be healthy for you. You know
what being an adult is like. Go and find out what it’s like to be a baby
again! You seem interested; don’t be afraid of it. When the conference
is over then you can make an informed choice. You can give up diapers if
that’s what you want with full knowledge of what it would have been like.
Besides, I was reading in the fine print of the pamphlet that says in
addition to the position on the research and development staff, if you win
first prize you get to model for commercials and package designs. That
does sound kind of cool. No matter what happens, Jess, your father,
Elizabeth, and I all love you very much, and we want you to be happy.
Honestly, Jess, I would much rather have you walking around the house in
panties one minute and crawling in diapers the next than wanting something
and suppressing it. So please, go to this conference and enjoy yourself.
Enjoy the opportunity to relax, to regress to an age where you hadn’t a
care in the world. The opportunity doesn’t come around every day. When
it knocks you need to open the door.
“Mommy,” Jess said, her eyes welling up with fresh tears, “I don’t even
know what to say. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to not have to
hide from everyone. I thought I was good at it and it was such a blow
when I found out you all knew and I flipped out at Liz and I feel so bad
about it. Thank you so much for all you’ve done and are doing for me. I
can’t tell you how grateful I am.”
“That’s my girl” cooed Mrs. Anderson. “Now, I want you to do two things
for me, and then I want you to go to bed.”
“Mommy, I’ll do anything you want me to.” Jessica said, grateful that her
mother accepted her.
“I want you to let me get you dressed with no fuss, and then I want you to
go apologize to your sister. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl, now please take your robe off and lay down here on the bed.”
Mrs. Anderson got up from the bed so that Jess could lay down. She walked
over to the closet and pulled out Jess’ baby powder and one of her
diapers. From her dresser drawer she picked out a nice pink top that she
knew wouldn’t cover Jess’ midriff.
Mrs. Anderson laid the shirt and the baby powder aside and unfolded the
disposable diaper. Jess heard the crinkling and braced herself for what
was to come. She was half enthralled and half mortified at the idea that
she was nearly eighteen years old and about to be diapered by her own
mother. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and relaxed.
Mrs. Anderson put her hand on Jess’ thigh and rubbed it. “I need you to
lift your legs up for me sweetie” she said.
Obediently, Jess lifted her legs and Mrs. Anderson slid the diaper
underneath Jess’ bottom. Grabbing the bottle of baby powder, she
sprinkled it over Jess body and rubbed it in.
“That’s Mommy’s girl. You can lower your legs now.” Jess lowered her
legs while still entranced by the whole experience. She felt her mother
pull the diaper up between her legs and fasten it quite snugly. “There
you go, baby girl.” Mrs. Anderson said, patting Jess’ newly diapered
bottom. “Sit up for Mommy so I can put this top on you.” Jess sat up and
opened her eyes. She lifted her arms as Mrs Anderson slid her top over
her head and into place.
“Go look at yourself fin the mirror, baby girl.”
Jess waddled over to the mirror and admired herself. She couldn’t believe
all that had happened to her in the past few hours.
“I love you, Mommy.” She cooed in babytalk.
“I love you too, Jessie.”
Her mother walked over to her and gave her a big hug. “Now, sweetie, I
want you to go to apologize to your sister.”
In all the rapture of being diapered by her mother, Jess forgot that she
would have to apologize to Liz. She knew she owed it to her, but her
attention was suddenly awakened to her state of dress.
“You mean like this?!?” Jess asked her mother.
“Yes, Jessica, I want you to go to your sister’s room wearing that top and
that diaper and I want you to apologize to her. She’ll be seeing plenty
of you in diapers if you decide to embrace them, there’s no reason not to
start now.”
Mrs. Anderson started walking towards the door so as to force Jessica out
of the room. “I will be in here when you get back to tuck you in and say
good night, sweetie. Off you go!” With that, she swatted Jessica’s
diapered behind out the door.
Once out in the hall, Jess was conscious of every crinkle her diaper made.
“Guess I better get used to this” she thought and swallowed her pride and
headed for her Elizabeth’s room.
Lying on her bed in her room across the hall, Elizabeth was also conscious
of every crinkle Jess’ diaper made, and smiled to herself when Jess
stopped outside her door and knocked.
“Lizzy?” a timid voice came. Jess had never called her “Lizzy” before.
“It’s open Jessie, come on in.” she replied from within.
Jess took a deep breath, opened the door and walked into her sister’s
room. She found Elizabeth sitting on her bed as if awaiting her.
“Come over here and sit with me, sis.” Elizabeth beckoned.
Jess closed the door behind her and toddled towards Elizabeth’s bed, where
she took a seat across from her. Elizabeth took the sight of her in.
There was her older sister, her best friend and someone she’d always
looked up to, wearing a shirt that didn’t cover her belly button and a
thick, disposable diaper. It awakened a sense of maternity within her.
She thought Jess incredibly cute.
“I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you tonight, Lizzy. I
was completely wrong. It’s just I didn’t know anyone else knew about my
secret and, upon finding out, I was afraid that you would all think less
of me for it. I was supposed to be the older sister. I’m supposed to be
going off to college. And I couldn’t, and really still can’t for that
matter, reconcile those ideas with the image you see here, which might
actually be the real me. I was afraid. I’m still a little afraid, and I
flipped out in defense, perhaps of someone I’m not. I knew that you
looked up to me and I was afraid of what would happen if you found out at
the person you looked up to for so long was just a big baby.”
Jess heaved a sigh. “Come here” Elizabeth said soothingly and Jess was
inclined to obey. She found her way into her sister’s arms. She found
her sister’s embrace to be much like her mother’s, soothing and
protective. “You’re my big sister, Jess, and I love you.” Liz continued.
“but you’ve got the whole maturity thing all wrong. You’re confusing
maturity with blindness and strength with stupidity. Maturity is having
the wisdom to recognize that you’re not quite ready for the real world out
there and that part of you still longs for your mommy’s embrace. Maturity
is the acceptance of the fact that when faced with the unknown of the real
world you might well crap your pants and it might be better than not to be
wearing a diaper. Strength isn’t about being better than everyone else.
It’s not about being faster or being able to lift more. Strength comes
from knowing that, no matter what, there’s someone in your corner that you
can count on to catch you when you fall and help you pick up the pieces
and start over. Wearing diapers or being a baby doesn’t make you less
mature or less of an adult. It makes you more of one, because you know
what you’re about. You know what you can do and what you can’t do and you
know that, like everyone else in the world, you have fears and needs. So
if you think for a minute that I will respect you less, you’re out of your
cotton-pickin mind. You’re my big sister, and even if I end up changing
your diapers and baby-sitting you, you’re still my big sister, and you’ll
always be my best friend. I love you, Jess.”
There were tears in her eyes as Elizabeth finished. She surprised herself
with the force of what she said. She took her sister in her arms and held
her. At last, after what seemed an eternity, Liz loosened the embrace and
Jess got up to go to bed.
“I can’t tell you what all this means to me, Liz. I’ll never be able to
thank you enough.”
“Well it’s a good thing you don’t need to” Liz said, and all of a sudden
swatted Jess’ diapered behind. Jess stared, her mouth hanging open.
Catching Liz’s eye, they both started laughing.
“Well I need to head to bed. Mom’s been waiting for me I think.”
“G’night Jessie.”
“G’night Lizzy.”
Toddling back to her room, Jess found her mother sitting on her bed,
although not where she’d been. She was holding something Jess couldn’t
discern in her hand.
“I trust that went well?” Mrs. Anderson inquired.
“Much better than I expected,” Jess smiled.
“Good. Now, baby girl, it’s time for bed. Come here and let me tuck you
in.
Jess toddled over to her bed. Her mother lifted the sole sheet that was
on it, it being the middle of summer, and laid it back down on top of her.
“I found this on your floor,” Mrs. Anderson said, brandishing Jess’ Minnie
Mouse pacifier. “I washed it for you; I figured you might like it.” she
said as she popped it into Jess’s mouth. Jess smiled.
“Good night, baby girl,” Mrs. Anderson said a she turned out the light and
headed for the door.
“I love you, Mommy.” Jess said sleepily.
Diapers for Jessica
By Lauren
Part Two
Chapter 16
A bright, yellow sun rose early on that clear July morning. Jessica
Anderson was lying in her bed, deep in pleasant dream when the sun shone
down through her bedroom window and the birds began to call. Opening her
eyes, she yawned as she glanced over at her alarm clock, which read
five-thirty a.m., still one hour to go until she needed to get up and
shower before the trip into Cincinnati where her two weeks at Pampers
would begin. Elizabeth and both of her parents would be making the trip
to see her off. They were all very proud of her, and wanted to wish her
the best. Turning over to fall back asleep, Jess heard the crinkle of her
diaper. Smiling, she nodded off and began to dream.
It hardly seemed as if fifteen minutes had passed when the buzzing of her
alarm broke in upon her dreaming. Jessica sat up in bed, reached over to
the night table and shut her alarm off. Stretching, Jessica yawned again.
Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she got out of bed and headed for the
shower, but not before she completely flooded her dry diaper, so as not to
let it go to waste.
Having showered, Jess was surprised to see her mother sitting on her bed,
waiting for her upon her return. Seeing the fresh diaper she was holding,
Jess got the idea. She took off her robe and hung it up in her closet.
Lying down upon her bed, Jess awaited her diapering.
“I feel really strange saying this,” Mrs. Anderson said as she unfolded
the diaper and slid it underneath Jess’ behind, “but I think I’ll actually
miss changing you while you’re gone over the next two weeks, Jessie. I
feel like having you back in diapers has brought us closer than we’ve been
since the last time you were in diapers.” Mrs. Anderson rubbed the powder
in with more tenderness than Jess was used to and it caused her to purr
after a fashion. “I really hope,” Mrs. Anderson continued, “that if you
decide to give diapers up after this conference, that we won’t lose this
renewed closeness. I didn’t realize this until recently, but I now know
I’m not ready to lose my baby girl with the idea of you going off to
college and being an adult. I also realize that giving that up may be
inevitable s you move into another stage in your life. Having you back in
diapers over the past week has made me realize that even if you decide to
give them up, I want never to lose this closeness we’ve shared.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, Mommy.” Jess said sincerely, though
she did not elaborate as to exactly what she was referring. Mrs.
Anderson smiled. In her mind, changing diapers was a small price to pay
to have her baby girl back. Fastening the last couple of tapes on Jess’
diaper, Mrs. Anderson patted Jess’ bottom, as had become her habit of
late, and gave her baby girl a big hug
“What would you like for breakfast, sweetie?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
“May I please have raisins and spice oatmeal and some milk, Mommy?”
Jessica said sweetly.
“Of course you may sweetheart. I’ll put the water on for your oatmeal and
pour your milk. You come down when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
Mrs. Anderson headed downstairs and into the kitchen where she put some
water on the stove for Jess’ oatmeal. Rummaging around for a whisk she’d
been looking for, she came across a baby bottle hidden in the recesses of
the drawers, probably from when Liz was still on the bottle. “Couldn’t
hurt” she thought to herself as she gave it a good washing, dried it, and
set it aside for Jess’ milk.
Just as Jess opened the door to her room to head downstairs, Elizabeth
emerged from her own room.
“Morning, Jessica, sleep well?” Elizabeth asked cheerily.
“Like a baby.” Jess giggled at the thought of it.
Elizabeth chuckled. “So, you ready for your big day?”
“I’m nervous. I don’t know why but I’m just nervous about the whole
thing, even though I really want to go; it looked really awesome on TV.”
“Come here you big baby.” Liz laughed playfully.
Jessica blushed as she was enveloped in her sister’s embrace. “You’re
going to be just fine, and you’ll make lots of friends and have an awesome
time. I bet by the end of today you’ll have forgotten why you were
apprehensive. And, who knows, maybe you’ll win the grand prize! Even I
have to admit that sounds kind of cool. And you’d come home and I’d call
you ‘Your Pamperedness’ or something”
At this, Jess had to laugh. She squeezed Liz tight. “You’re the best
sister a big baby could ask for” she said, kissing her on the cheek.
“I learned it from you, Jess.” Liz kissed Jessica on the forehead and
patted her diapered behind. “Let’s go get breakfast.”
“Morning, pumpkin,” Mr. Anderson said, “all ready for your big day?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Jess cooed as she headed for the table. She could tell her
place right away, not by the piping hot bowl of raisins and spice oatmeal,
but rather by the baby bottle full of milk set next to it. Jess just
rolled her eyes and giggled. “Thank you, Mommy.” she said.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Chapter 17
Searching through the basement, Mrs. Anderson came across the diaper bag
she had used for both Jessica and Elizabeth when they were younger. It was
white with pink stripes and pictures of Winnie the Pooh and Tigger and
Eyore on it. Shaking the dust from it, she brought it upstairs to pack it
for the car trip.
“I’m going to pack Jessie’s diaper bag,” she told the girls as she headed
upstairs towards Jessie’s room, “why don’t you girls make sure you’re
ready to leave by the time I’m done. I won’t be more than ten minutes.”
Jess giggled at the idea that she needed a diaper bag everywhere she went,
though she realized a three-hour car trip in a wet diaper would be no fun
at all, especially if she leaked, an experience which, fortunately, she
had not yet had.
“Come on, baby girl,” Elizabeth said, taking Jessie by the hand and
leading her outside. “Let’s go wait in the car with Daddy while Mommy
packs up your diaper bag.”
Jessie giggled again at the idea of her diaper bag and followed her sister
outside. So wrapped up was she in what was going on, she hadn’t time to
think about the fact that she was outside in a t-shirt that didn’t even
cover her belly button and a nice, thick, disposable diaper. She must
have been a sight to be seen.
“There’s my baby girl. All ready for you big trip pumpkin?” Mr. Anderson
asked as she wrapped his arms around Jessie and planted a kiss on her
cheek.
“Yes, Daddy, I think so.” Jess replied.
Elizabeth, excited at the prospect of having a new baby in the house,
helped Jessica into the car and buckled her seatbelt for her, then kissed
her on the forehead.
“Jeez, Liz, I’m not a complete baby.” she chided.
“I know, sis, you’re so just darned cute!!!”
Jessica just shook her head. “Guess this is the price I pay.” she thought
to herself.
Just then, Mrs. Anderson came out to the car carrying Jess’ newly stocked
diaper bag. Placing it in the back seat between the two girls, she
buckled her seatbelt. “All ready!” she said excitedly, as if they were
leaving for a family vacation.
“Are you all ready, Jessie?” Mr. Anderson asked.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m all set.” Jessie said smiling. With that, the embarked
on the three-hour trip from their house to the Pampers facilities in
Cincinnati.
‘Oh Jessie, baby.” Mrs. Anderson interjected about twenty minutes into
the trip, handing Jessie a stack of papers and a pen. “there’s some
preliminary paperwork you need to fill out before you get there.”
“Can I look at the brochure again while Jessie’s filling all that out?”
Elizabeth asked suddenly.
“Thinking of entering next year, Liz?” her father asked teasingly.
“Yeah I thought maybe, you know, if you and mom didn’t find one teenager
in diapers to be enough of a handful that maybe I’d check it out.” Liz
spat back sarcastically.
“No need to wait, Lizzy,” Mrs. Anderson retorted, “I packed enough diapers
in Jess’ bag so I wouldn’t have to pack it again too soon. We can always
pull over and get you out of those icky big girl panties of yours if you’d
like. You just say the word.”
“Thanks but no thanks, Mom. I’m quite content the way I am.”
“Suit yourself, Elizabeth” Mrs. Anderson chuckled “just remember the
offer’s on the table should you change your mind.”
“Riiiiiiiiiiiight….anyway, Jess, how’s that paperwork comin?” Liz asked,
changing the subject.
“Oh it’s not too bad. A lot of it’s just rules and regulations type
things that I have to sign and such. There was a diaper request form in
there for my two-years free diapers, so they get me the right size, and
there’s some information on the different courses they’re offering at this
conference. I have to admit, I’m really glad you entered me, Liz. I
wouldn’t have had the guts, had I known about it, to enter myself for fear
of what Mom and Dad and you would think.”
“Well, then hopefully you can forgive me for entering you on the sly,
Jessie. I still feel really awful about that.”
“Don’t mention it, Liz. Besides, if it doesn’t quite balance out,
watching you change my diapers might take care of the remainder.” Jess
had to laugh out loud at the look on her sister’s face.
“Speaking of changing diapers, Mrs. Anderson suddenly said, “do you need
to be changed, Jess?”
“Yes, Mommy, this diaper is near soaked.” Jessica said.
“Why didn’t you say something? From now ‘til the end of this trip I’m
just going to have Elizabeth check if I can’t trust you to tell me you
need to be changed. Honey,” she addressed her husband, “please stop at
the next rest stop with a bathroom so I can change this baby.”
“Sure thing, sweetie.” Mr. Anderson laughed.
Pulling into the rest stop, Mr. Anderson let the ladies out near the
bathrooms and then headed over to get some gas. “I’ll meet you ladies
back here” he said as Mrs. Anderson pulled the diaper bag out of the car,
took Jessie by the hand and led the way to the women’s restroom.
Ignoring the curious stares of onlookers who saw a woman in her
mid-forties carrying a diaper bag leading a diapered teenager by the hand,
she got Jess into a nice and spacious handicapped stall in the women’s
room. Mrs. Anderson beheld a big baby in a sopping wet diaper.
“Well at least you’ll be getting a two-year supply of quality diapers.”
she mock-scolded her daughter. ‘Seriously though, Jess, you need to pay
closer attention to how full your diaper is or I’m going to have to have
your sister or your father or I check you more regularly. It’s up to you.
I’m sure your father doesn’t want you leaking all over the car, and I’m
quite sure you wouldn’t find a leaky diaper very enjoyable. Now let’s get
you changed!”
Untaping the diaper, Mrs. Anderson took it out from underneath Jess’ legs.
She took a baby wipe from the container in Jess’ diaper bag and wiped her
bottom and vaginal area clean. Cupping some baby powder into her hands
she managed to powder Jess’ diaper area before putting on her fresh
diaper.
Having just enough room for Jess to lay down to have a fresh diaper put on
her, Mrs. Anderson hoped she would not need to be changed again between
now and their arrival at Pampers. Finishing the job, she handed Jess her
shorts and let her out of the stall. “Elizabeth?” she called deviously,
“come here please.”
“Yes, Mother?” Liz asked, peering into the stall Jessie had just emerged
from.
“It’s your turn.” Mrs. Anderson said, holding a diaper out for Elizabeth
to see.
“Of all the humiliating things you could possibly do, mother!” Elizabeth
said as she stormed off. Mrs. Anderson laughed heartily.
Chapter 18
“You’ve created a monster, Jessie.” Elizabeth said heatedly. “Do you know
what mom did back there???”
“Let me guess, she offered you a diaper again?” Jess ventured.
“She calls me over to the stall where she’d changed you and, holding a
diaper in her hand, tells me it’s ‘my turn.’ I swear! In public no
less!”
Jess had to laugh. “I’m sorry, Liz. I’m not really laughing at you. I
know it must have been embarrassing.”
Just then, Mrs. Anderson caught up with the two girls back at the car
where her husband had parked it and was waiting. He didn’t say a word
during the exchange between Liz and Jess, but rather just rolled his eyes
and kept his mouth shut.
“Elizabeth, honey,” Mrs. Anderson said calmly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean
to embarrass you like that, I was just trying to be funny. I didn’t mean
to upset you.”
“Hmph” Elizabeth retorted indignantly. “Just cut it out, okay???”
“Yes, dear. Can you do me a favor and be Mommy’s big girl and check your
sister’s diaper from time to time and tell me if it’s wet? I don’t want
to wait that long before changing her again if it can be helped. I
especially would like to avoid any leakage.”
“Sure, Mom, whatever.”
From there, the journey continued without incident. Before long, the
monstrosity that is the Proctor & Gamble complex came into view. It was
about ten minutes before noon when the Andersons pulled onto the long
stretch that was the driveway. There was a security guard at the entrance
to the drive directing traffic. Mr. Anderson rolled his window down.
“Good morning” the guard said.
“Good morning, my daughter, Jessica Anderson will be participating in the
Pampers Princess conference.” said Mr. Anderson
“Very good, the Pampers facility will be on the right as you follow this
road until it curves around a bend. There are giant banners and throngs
of people. You shouldn’t miss it. Enjoy your stay at P&G.”
Arriving just around the bend as the guard said, there was a huge, pink
Pampers logo banner atop a large tent with a throng of people standing
underneath it.
Jessica toddled over to her Mommy and took her hand. Mr. Anderson and
Elizabeth walked on either side of them towards the registration table
underneath the giant Pampers tent. After waiting in line for what seemed
an eternity, she reached the table where she turned in her paperwork.
“Welcome, Jessica, my name is Michele.” said the young woman sitting at
the table. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing! Here is a brand new
Pampers Teen diaper bag. Inside you’ll find all sorts of giveaways from
the various sponsors of the event. If memory serves, there’s a binky in
there and a bottle as well as a pair of frilly plastic panties for wear
over your diapers if you so desire. They can help prevent leaks. If
you’ll come this way I’ll introduce you to your hall babysitter and she’ll
take you up to your room.”
Michele led the way over to a table with a sign on the front that said
“Babysitters” in the pink Pampers font. “Now let’s see. You’re on floor
three so your babysitter is Kristen. Kristen!” Michele called.
A stunning young woman who looked to be about twenty-five years of age
wearing short denim shorts and a Pampers Princess t-shirt walked over to
meet Jessica and her family.
“Jessica Anderson and her family” Michele said by way of introduction,
“I’d like you to meet Kristen Lawrence. Jessica, Kristen will be your
babysitter for the next two weeks. You can approach her with any
questions and concerns throughout your two-week stay.”
“Nice meeting you, Michele” said Mrs. Anderson, “and you as well,
Kristen.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.” Michele said, “and if you will now excuse me
I’ve got other duties to attend to. On behalf of everyone here at
Pampers, Jessica, I wish you the best of experiences during your stay
here. Kristen, you can take it from here.”
“Thanks, Michele.” Kristen said, bidding Michele good afternoon and
leading the Andersons towards Jessica’s nursery. “Now, Jessica, as
Michele told you, I’m going to be your hall babysitter for the next two
weeks. I will be in charge of changing your diapers and am able to answer
any questions you may have about Pampers or the Princess program here. We
went through a rigorous five-week training program to learn to be good
babysitters. Pampers trusts us to be able to care for all your needs.”
“Wow, sis,” Elizabeth interjected, “looks like Pampers went all out for
you little ones.”
Jess smiled. She was beginning to sense that her sister was right about
this whole thing.
“This is your nursery here, Jess sweetie” Kristen said opening the door.
Everyone was taken aback at what she’d seen. Two white and pink teen
sized cribs on either side of the room, and, in the center of the room by
the window a teen-sized changing table. It looked so pretty. “Here, on
the wall,” Kristen pointed to a walkie-talkie attached to the wall, “is
the baby monitor. If you need anything during your stay, a bottle, a
diaper change, just press the button and let me know. That monitor is
tied to a cell phone they provide the staff with so that you can reach me
anytime, day or night. And here comes your nursery-mate, Jill Stevenson,
and family.
“Jill, I want you to meet your roommate, Jessica Anderson, and family.”
“Pleased to meet you, Jessica. I’m so excited to be here” Jill giggled.
“There will be a meeting tonight of all the babies in the hall tonight at
five o’clock and then we will go down to dinner. More policies and
procedures will be explained in greater depth. For now you and Jill
should get to know each other a little and relax until the meeting. I’ll
come and get you when it’s time.”
Lowering the rail on Jessica’s crib, Kristen made to leave the room.
“Just feel free to contact me if you need anything.”
“Thanks so much, Kristen, I sure will!” Jessica said, excited. She sat
down on her crib. Suddenly she realized that her parents and sister would
be leaving.
“I’m really gonna miss you all these next two weeks.” Jess said, tears
welling up in her eyes. “I can’t tell you how much your support has meant
to me.”
“Do you need to be changed before we go, sweetie?” Mrs. Anderson asked.
“Yes, please Mommy.” Jill watched as Jessica hopped up on the changing
table for one last diaper change from her mother before two weeks of being
away. With extreme tenderness, Mrs. Anderson unfastened Jessie’s wet
diaper and slid it out from underneath her. She cleaned her ever so
gently with a baby wipe and sprinkled baby powder all over her, rubbing it
in soothingly. Bringing her diaper up between her legs and fastening it
into place, she patted her daughter’s diapered behind for the last time
for two weeks.
Suddenly, from somewhere deep within herself, Elizabeth felt a twinge of
jealousy. Watching her mother affectionately change Jessie’s diaper made
her realize how her sister must have felt when she came along and divided
her parents’ attention. Now, Baby Jessie had her Mommy’s undivided
attention. She almost wished she were in Jessie’s place. Was that offer
still on the table? Was her mother serious?
Suddenly, repulsed by her own thoughts, Elizabeth shook herself back to
her wits. She was needed to be her big sister’s babysitter when this
whole conference thing was over. She had offered to babysit Baby Jessie
and be her big sister. Still, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of her
sister right now.
Mrs. Anderson gave Jessie a big hug and a kiss, and both Mr. Anderson and
Elizabeth followed suit.
“Take care, Jess, and have fun!” Liz said.
“Thanks so much for everything. I will never be able to thank you
enough.”
“That’s what family is for.” said Mrs. Anderson.
Chapter 19
Having said their good-byes, the Andersons headed back for their car for
their journey home. Meanwhile, Jess investigated the room. There were to
closets, each on either side of the door. Within each closet was a
dresser, containing the provided uniform shirts. Jess pulled one out and
set it on the mattress in her crib. It was pink with the logo screened in
pink and the word “Baby” printed right beneath the logo. Taking off the
shirt she’d arrived in, Jess put on the new shirt and admired herself in
the mirror. Like the shirt her mother dressed her in that morning, this
one made no attempt whatsoever to cover her midriff. Turning this way and
that, she admired how cute her diaper looked.
“What brings you here, Jess?” Jill asked cheerfully, trying to break the
ice.
Jess giggled. “Well it’s a long story. To shorten it a bit, I like
wearing diapers, but I wouldn’t be here if my younger sister Elizabeth
hadn’t entered the contest in my name. I was having trouble reconciling
my love for diapers with the adult I was expected to be, or that I thought
I was expected to be. I went from wearing diapers all the time to giving
them up entirely, or trying to quite the binge and then purge. Had a
couple of really close calls and when my family confronted me about this
whole thing, which was actually the same day I found out that not only had
Liz entered me but that I’d been selected, I totally lost control and wet
myself something fierce. Luckily I realized it was all in my best
interests and I’m really glad that I’m here and that my family supports
me.”
“Wow, that’s really cool. I’m really excited to be here. I wear diapers
because I wet the bed. I really hated it at first, it was so humiliating,
but a wet diaper in the morning is so much better than a wet bed. Since
then, I’ve grown to enjoy wearing diapers and have done so more than just
at night. When I found out about this contest I just knew I had to enter.
I can’t wait for everything to officially begin, I’m so excited.”
By uncanny coincidence, just as Jill finished saying this there came a
knock on the door. It was Kristen. “Come along girls,” she said, “it’s
time for our floor meeting.”
It was the most amazing thing Jessica had ever seen. Nine other diapered
behinds headed for the floor lounge. Each girl found a seat on one of
several crouches set in a square around the room. Kristen pulled up a
chair in the center of the room. Silence descended upon the girls; they
were very excited to hear what she had to say.
“Girls, once again my name is Kristen Lawrence, “ she began, “and I will
be your babysitter while you are staying here at Pampers. Pampers put me
through a five-week training course so that I would be able to deal with
ninety-nine percent of any problems that may arise. If you need your
diaper changed, would like a bottle, or anything else while on the hall,
just use the baby monitor in your room to buzz me and I’ll make sure you
get well taken care of. Before I go into all the rules and regulations
and all that jazz, I would like to go around the room and have everyone
introduce themselves. Please at least say your name, how old you are,
where you’re from, and one thing you hope to get out of your experience
here at Pampers.
I will start, and then we’ll go around the room clockwise.
“My name as I said before is Kristen Lawrence. I’m twenty-five and
originally from Seattle, Washington, and my hope is to provide each of you
with the love and care you need while you’re here at Pampers.
“My name is Jasmine Avery” said the girl sitting next to Kristen, “I’m
seventeen and from Bangor, Maine. I hope to make a lot of friends who
won’t judge me because of my diapers.”
“My name is Cassandra Kelly and I’m sixteen from Boston, Massachusetts. I
hope to indulge my inner baby and begin to learn how to balance both a
babyish and adult lifestyle.”
“My name is Hannah Davenport. I’m sixteen from Denver, Colorado. I want
to learn how to be my mommy’s little baby again.”
“My name is Jill Stevenson, I’m fourteen from Newark, New Jersey. I want
to make a lot of friends who wear diapers, too.
“My name is Vanessa Newman. I’m fifteen years old from South Burlington,
Vermont, and I want to learn how to be a baby again.”
One by one the rest of the girls went. Finally, it was Jessica’s turn.
“My name is Jessica Anderson. I’m seventeen from Winton Terrace, Ohio. I
hope to figure out whether I’m ready to be a big girl or if I’m just a big
baby who needs her mommy.”
“Very good, everyone.” Kristen said. “I hope each of you is successful at
finding what you’re looking for. Now, I want to go over some rules and
regulations with you, as well as some other information that you’ll need
to know for successful participation in this conference.
“First of all, your diapers. They are to be worn at all times, and only a
babysitter or other staff person may change you. That means that if you
are around the hall, you need to come to me to have your diaper changed.
If you are out and about, you need to find a diaper changing station where
a staff person will assist you. No exceptions.
“Secondly, your daily uniform will consist of your diaper and one of the
provided Pampers t-shirts you will find in the dresser in your nursery.
When I come to change you in the morning, you will pick out a shirt to be
dressed in.
“Thirdly, in addition to diapers, if you would like a bottle of milk or
juice at any time, just contact me on the baby monitor.
“The staff here at Pampers have done everything they can to make your
experience here an enjoyable and successful one. In return, we have a few
expectations. Each girl is to be on her best behavior. Any girl that
cannot follow simple directions will receive a spanking in front of the
rest of the girls in her hall. Repeated infractions will result in
expulsion from the program.
“That being said, this conference is set up in such a way that you will
get out of it exactly what you put into it. With this in mind, you will
find in your conference packet a list of seminar descriptions. Each girl
will be required to attend ‘Pampers Princess and You(r Bottom)’ and
‘Dealing with Diapers.’ These classes meet at 10 and 11am, respectively
“’Pampers Princess and You(r Bottom)’ is a course in the various products
being developed by Pampers to meet the needs of the teenage girl
community. As representatives of this population, we want your input as
to what you want and what you need. We have many products that we would
like you to sample during this course, from different diaper styles to
different models of pacifiers. We will also be showing a line of
teen-type training pants that we’re thinking of marketing, for those teens
who decide they are ready for training. Incidentally, the staff spent
those five weeks wearing Pampers Princess and now we’ll be trying out the
trainers between now and the end of the conference.”
“You mean you’re wearing training pants?” Vanessa asked incredulously,
gaping at Kristen.
“Sure am!” Kristen said as with one easy gesture she removed her shorts to
model the trainers. “They hold just about as much the Princesses do. The
idea was that to be able to care for you all, we should know what it was
like to have to wear them at all times. I admit, being asked to wear,
wet, and mess diapers at twenty-five seemed kind of silly at first, but
actually it was kind of cool. Anyway, they figured that with five solid
weeks of being in diapers we probably ought not to make the jump straight
back to panties, so we’re in trainers until the end of the conference.”
“Yeah, take it from me” Jessica laughed. “I was wearing basically 24/7 for
about a month and then tried to give diapers up cold turkey. It didn’t
work very well at all.”
“Well, now you’re back in diapers where you belong, so all is well.”
Kristen said, and the girls all giggled. “But we digress. The other
course, ‘Dealing with Diapers,’ is a course in how to adapt, socially
speaking, to wearing diapers. Many of you, I expect, are oldest siblings.
This course will explore coping strategies for coping with being the baby
again. It will hopefully help those older siblings adjust to the idea of
giving up that ‘older sibling status’ to the younger ones. It’s a trade,
you give up the status in favor of extra attention. The course will also
examine how to adjust in other social situations, such as among friends.
Also among the issues this course hopes to explore is the sacrifice of
privacy that you can expect to experience. ‘Going to the bathroom’ as you
used to call it, is no longer a private affair that only involves you.
“The elective seminars deal with various topics, some more diaper-related,
some more related to being a baby. You’ll want to read through the course
descriptions and choose ones that sound interesting to you. Remember, to
qualify for the two-years supply of Princess diapers, you have to attend
at least one elective per day plus the two required courses that meet
daily. There will be a brief amount of time after the opening ceremony in
which you can look through the brochure and choose your electives, but we
need to get going soon. Does anyone’s diaper need to be changed before we
go?”
Vanessa, Jill and Hannah raised their hands, and, true enough, the front
sides of their diapers were yellow with pee. “Anyone else?” Kristen
asked. No one spoke up. “All right, all you girls stay right here, I’ll
just grab three diapers and some wipes and powder from the Babysitters
stash and be right back.”
Vanessa, Jill and Hannah all went wide-eyed with shock “She’s going to
change us here?!? In front of everyone?” Hannah exclaimed.
“I guess so,” Vanessa said. “She did tell us about a sacrificing of
privacy that goes along with wearing diapers. At least we’re not the only
three wearing diapers. We just happen to be the only three wet ones. I
bet before the conference is over, we’ll have seen every other of us get
changed at one point or another.”
“That’s probably true enough.” Jill said, smiling. Just then, Kristen
returned with the three fresh diapers, the wipes and baby powder, and a
changing mat. Slung over her shoulder was a diaper bag, larger than
usual.
“Okay, who wants to go first?” Kristen said cheerily.
Hannah took a deep breath and stepped forward. Lying down upon the mat,
Kristen un-taped the wet diaper and slid it out from underneath Hannah’s
bottom.
“My, my little one, you’re soaked. Good thing I asked who needed changes
when I did.” Kristen cooed.
Hannah turned beet red, it was all too easy to tell that she wasn’t used
to having her diaper changed in front of nine other on-lookers, even if
they were all wearing diapers. Kristen wiped her down gently but
thoroughly with a baby wipe and then sprinkled powder all over her diaper
area. As she rubbed it in, Hannah closed her eyes. Her humiliation gave
way to feelings of total relaxation and bliss. She didn’t even notice as
Kristen pulled the front of the diaper between her legs and taped it into
place. It was a bit jarring when there came two loving pats on her
freshly diapered behind.
“All set, baby girl.” Kristen said cheerily.
“Wow, Kristen, that was the best diaper change ever!” Hannah said.
“Thank you, Hannah. I’ve been well trained” Kristen smiled. “Who’s
next?”
Vanessa stepped forward and lay down where Hannah had been. She
experienced much the same bliss that Hannah did only moments earlier,
however was able to focus her attention so that she knew when Kristen was
finished with her. After Jill’s diaper was changed, Kristen rounded up
the girls and led them off to the opening ceremonies.
Chapter 20
The trip home was silent. There was still tension in the air after the
incident in the bathroom. Luckily, the diaper bag was safely in the trunk
now that it didn’t need to be easily accessible. Upon arriving home, Mrs.
Anderson broke the silence as she and Elizabeth were heading into the
house.
“Elizabeth, honey,” she said. “your father and I are going to redecorate
your sister’s room over the next two weeks. Would
you like to help?”
Elizabeth looked for a sarcastic comment, but couldn’t find one. It was
probably just as well; her last got her told it was her turn for a diaper
change. “Sure, Mom, whatever.’ she said tersely.
“You don’t have to, Liz.” Mrs. Anderson replied simply. “I just thought
you might like to help, seeing as you and Jess are so close.”
“Great,” Liz thought, “She’s not even here and she’s getting all the
freakin attention…Maybe I should have just laid down for that diapering
Mom offered. I wonder what she would have done. My luck, she’d have
diapered me and then I’d have to wet the stupid thing because she’d tell
me that I ‘wanted’ to wear it…”
“And what if Jess has her two weeks of diapers and decides to give them
up?” Liz asked sarcastically. “You’d have two years worth of diapers but
no baby!”
“Keep it up, young lady, and she’ll get your room and you will be back in
diapers until you can learn to act like you’re fourteen years old and not
two. Really, Elizabeth, I’m surprised at you. You’re Jessica’s best
friend, did you forget that? Yes, she’s going to be getting a lot of
attention from your father and me, but she spent fourteen years being your
older sibling. She watched us get all excited on your first day of school
and when you were being toilet trained. I kind of feel we might have done
more for her while you were the star of the show, and here is an
opportunity to make it up to Jess. I’m sorry if you’re feeling neglected,
Liz, and I will try my hardest not to just burden you with extra
responsibilities. That’s why I asked if you wanted to help with Jess’
nursery. Not because I don’t want to do it all myself, but rather because
I value your opinion.
“This whole experience for Jess is going to reshape us as a family,
regardless what she decides when she gets back. Even you’ll have to admit
that watching your older sister toddle around in a t-shirt and diaper
takes some getting used to.”
“Yeah…” Elizabeth found she had to laugh. “I guess I just got so used to
being the youngest that it was a bit jarring when the attention was
totally shifted. I guess that’s how Jess felt at times when we were
growing up. And I guess, what with her turning eighteen next month and
all, I thought I’d be able to totally have your and Dad’s undivided
attention, and now we’re expecting another baby, only it’ll be Jess, which
is really disorienting.”
“You also are taking for granted a lot of the privileges that come with
being a teenager. Yes, your father and I will need you to be there for
your sister, to babysit and so forth, but don’t think that we would ask
you to change your sister’s diapers without some sort of compensation. It
won’t always be monetary and it may not really be all that much, but we’ll
do what we can. You’re also forgetting that your sister will be giving up
a lot if not all of her privacy. Where you can go off and do things by
yourself, Jess won’t be able to, unless she wanted to carry a diaper bag
everywhere she goes. And, honestly, I don’t want her changing her own
diapers. I know we told her that we would rather her be wearing panties
one moment and diapers the next than binging and purging until she figured
out what she wants, but I really want her to choose one or the other, as a
mix will not be healthy. It’s not that I enjoy changing her diapers,
especially after she’s had a good bowel movement, but I understand that
changing diapers is a time of great intimacy for a baby and it will be an
integral part in Jess’ development. My hope is that she’ll satisfy her
curiosity or whatever need she’s dealing with in time and then resume her
status as an adult.”
Elizabeth wanted to interject with “and if she doesn’t?” but instantly
thought better of it. “What are you planning to do with the room?” she
asked.
“I’m thinking of repainting the room white to begin with. I’m also toying
with the idea of pink hearts sporadically placed around the room. Your
father has agreed to build her a matching crib and changing table, which I
think I’ll paint white and pink to match the room. Beyond that? I have no
idea.”
“Hmm.. I’ll have to give it some thought.” Elizabeth said as she headed
up to her room.
Despite this pleasant turn of affairs from earlier this morning,
Elizabeth’s emotions were a mess. It wasn’t just her mother’s cracks
about putting her back in diapers. A lot had happened so quickly around
the house that Elizabeth felt as if everything were spinning around her.
And partly, she wondered if it weren’t her fault. She wondered what would
be happening right now if she hadn’t entered Jessica into that contest.
She never intended that action to be malicious, but somehow Jess’ getting
a dream vacation out of the deal seemed less than ideal for Elizabeth.
Somehow, she’d expected just the least bit of shock or something. It was
all so subdued. Her parents didn’t even punish her for entering Jess into
the contest. On top of that they already knew she was wearing diapers.
Could she affect nothing?!? At the very least Jessica had the common
decency to be angry at her, but that got resolved so quickly. And now the
only thing that Liz could see for herself out of the deal was added
responsibility. Not that she could think of anything that should have
turned out differently.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Elizabeth opened it to find her
mother standing there. “Can I come in, Liz?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure, Mom.” Liz opened the door so her mother could pass through.
Mrs. Anderson took a seat on Liz’s bed.
“I came to apologize for earlier” she began. “I know that this might be a
difficult time for you, what with all that’s happened in the last few
weeks. It hasn’t been easy on me either. There’s something jarring about
the idea that your oldest daughter wants to wear diapers again and be a
baby. I wonder if maybe somehow it’s my fault. I wonder if I should have
done something at some point during Jess’ development that I didn’t do.
So I’m a little out of sorts, too. I wanted to make this whole thing as
easy as possible for Jess. In the midst of dealing with it and making it
easy for her, I guess I forgot that you were dealing with it, too. I
forgot that you’d recently found out you didn’t know your best friend as
well as you thought you did. I forgot that the idea of having to babysit
someone whom you’ve looked up to your entire life might just well be
enough to make your head spin. I forgot that just being a
fifteen-year-old girl wasn’t a hell of a lot of shit to deal with already,
and now you’re being asked to step up and assume more maturity and
responsibility.
“I came to tell you that I love you very much. I always have and I always
will. Sometimes I don’t know how to show it, and sometimes I forget that
even though you’re almost grown you still need to know it, so I’m saying
it now. Elizabeth Jaime Anderson I love you very much, and I’m extremely
proud of you.”
“Oh Mommy!” Liz flung herself into her mother’s arms.
“But listen, and I’m serious about it this time, if you find the
responsibility to be too much for you, it’s ok. I won’t judge you if the
task of being a big sister to a seventeen year old toddler is too great.
Your father and I both know you’re not the only one capable of babysitting
your sister, so if you feel the weight of everything gets to be too great,
you can walk away from it without any judgment from us. You’re our
daughter, and we both love you very much, no matter what choices you make.
So, in the event you change your mind, I want you to have this.”
Mrs. Anderson presented Elizabeth with a large gift bag nicely decked with
pink tissue paper. Liz rolled her eyes and laughed. She did not need to
inspect the bag’s contents.
“They gave me one when I entered Jess into that contest. It was really
embarrassing. There I was pretending to be Jess and I didn’t realize they
were giving away one free sample with every contest entry. So there I was
and they’re like ‘what size sample would you like?’ and I’m like ‘er,
sample?’ not wanting to break character, and the rep there was so
innocent, she thought I was someone who had entered without previously
trying them. Ugh, I was so embarrassed I bet it’s still in my purse where
I’d stashed it, hoping no one would see it.”
“Well, now you have two. Would you like me to, er…?”
“No, thanks, Mom.” Liz said earnestly. “I’ll hold on to it and I’ll let
you know if I change my mind.”
“Just as long as you know the offer’s on the table. I can’t be holding a
double-standard, you know.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Thanks, Mom. I appreciate that.”
Chapter 21
One hundred diaper-clad behinds found their way into a huge auditorium
where they were directed by their hall babysitters into rows of benches
and tables where a delicious looking chicken parmesans was laid out before
each place setting.
“You might act and dress like babies,” Kristen said to the girls in her
row” but we know you need a lot of nourishment.”
Having had their bibs put on by Kristen, the girls dug into the amazing
food. Each girl also had a bottle of milk to drink.
After everyone had finished eating, the places were cleared away and the
bibs sent to be washed. The lights dimmed and the opening ceremony began.
The head of the Pampers division of Proctor & Gamble said a few words of
welcome and expressed excitement about the things that would take place
over the next two weeks as the girls learned about the direction in which
Pampers was headed and were able to give input as to what they as
consumers would like to see from Pampers. He then turned the podium over
to Susan Valentine, the event chair.
“Good evening” Susan said. “It gives me such great pleasure to welcome
you all here this evening. Ever since Pampers told me about the idea of a
product for teens, I have been envisioning this type of conference where
we got to meet with our consumers and find out what they want, need, and
expect from us, their providers. Sure we could have assumed that they
would want much the same protection and comfort that they received when
they were babies wearing our diapers, but I didn’t feel that was enough.
Wearing diapers as a teen is so much different than wearing diapers as a
baby, and we at Pampers want to do our best to cater to all your needs and
wishes. You’ll learn more about the different aspects of the Pampers
operation over the next two weeks in various seminars and programs put on
by the staff here at Pampers.
“Your hall babysitters will tell you if they have not already about the
expectations that the Pampers staff has for you while you’re here.
Overall, the theory is pretty simple. We want you to help us to help you.
As you know, to qualify for the Pampers Princess finals, you must attend
Pampers Princess and You(r Behind) as well as Dealing with Diapers
everyday. Each day you will get a stamp to prove your attendance. Beyond
those two courses, we want you to attend ten different seminars or
demonstrations that you are interested in, where you will also get a stamp
on your attendance record. You will hand the record to your babysitter at
the end of next week. They will be sorted to make sure that each girl has
fulfilled the requirements, and one lucky young lady will be drawn
randomly and crowned the Pampers Princess. Each seminar is designed to be
of interest to you. For example, there is a seminar called Stylish
Diapers, which will examine different styles and different ideas to make
teen diapers trendy. Several seminars will address issues involved with
wearing diapers all the time or being a teen baby and how to negotiate the
teen and the baby within your one body. The more seminars you attend and
the more input you give will help us to create better products to suit
your needs. You are representative of the future consumers of the Pampers
line of products for teens. Make your voice heard and tell us what you
want. I wish you all the best over the next two weeks. May you stay
happy and dry.”
One hundred very excited girls were led by their babysitters back to their
floors to get them ready for bed.
“Now, girls,” Kristen admonished, “I can tell you’re full of energy, but
you’re going back to your rooms where each of you will have your diaper
changed and be given a bottle. Then you will be put into your cribs for
the night. There will be no getting out of your cribs until the morning.
I do not want to have to spank any of you. Please drink your bottles and
try and get some sleep, tomorrow will be a big day. I will come around in
the morning and let you out of your cribs and you will be changed again
before breakfast. If you need to be changed during the night, don’t
hesitate to contact me using the baby monitors in each of your cribs.”
Each of the girls went back to their rooms and awaited their diaper
changes amidst endless whispers of excitement over what was to come.
There would be so much to see and learn and do. And at the end of the two
weeks would be the drawing for the Pampers Princess. Secretly, each girl
yearned to be crowned Princess over all Pamperdom. Yet, looking around
themselves, each one found reasons to think it would be someone else and
not them.
Having taken care of Jill, Kristen now turned her attention to Jessica.
‘Are you all ready, little one?” she cooed.
“Yes, Krissy” Jessica cooed instinctively.
“Awwww, you are just too cute! Hop up on this changing table for me,
sweetie pie.”
Jessica lifted herself up onto the changing table, turned her body, and
lay down. The mattress was warm and soft beneath her body, making her
feel very comfortable. Kristen handed Jess her bottle of milk and Jess
began to nurse while Kristen untaped her diaper and took it out from
underneath her. Laying it aside, she grabbed Jess’ ankles with her left
hand and a baby wipe with her right. Jessica purred like a kitten as her
diaper area was cleaned ever so gently. Jess held her legs in place as
Kristen threw the baby wipe out and grabbed a fresh diaper from the stack
underneath the changing table. Unfolding it, Jess lifted up and the fresh
diaper was slid underneath. Kristen sprinkled a generous amount of baby
powder onto Jess’ skin and gently rubbed it in. Lowering Jess’ legs onto
the table, Kristen brought the diaper up between Jess’ legs and taped it
into place, fixing the leakguards to make sure they were snug. Then she
helped Jess off the table and into her crib. Raising the bar, she
whispered good night to the two big babies, turned off the light and
closed the door behind her.
Jess could hardly believe what was happening. Here she was in a giant
crib nursing a bottle and wearing a diaper. It was everything she had
ever dreamed it could be. And it was only the beginning. Finishing her
milk, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about things
to come.
Chapter 22
After a quick breakfast the girls were back in their rooms, tearing apart
their diaper bags and inspecting all the freebies inside. The Pampers
staff had thought of everything. There was a notebook to take notes in,
pens to write with, stickers, a pretty pink pacifier, all with the Pampers
logo on it. It also had the schedule of courses and seminars plus the
necessary attendance records. Plus the diaper bag was teen-sized;
completely capable of carrying everything a teen girl would need.
Grabbing the notebook, attendance record and a pen, Jess and Jill headed
for the lounge where the rest of the girls from her hall were assembled.
Once all were accounted for and ready, Kristen led them off to their first
course session, Pampers and You(r Behind).
The instructor introduced herself as Ms. Stephanie Jbara. “You will find
that the material in this course will overlap with some of the things
explored in the various seminars you will be attending throughout your
time here. You will find the same to be true of the material to be
covered in Dealing with Diapers. This is because the people who designed
this conference set goals for each of you. We want you to walk away from
this experience with at least a certain amount of base information about
what your needs as a teen in diapers will be and how Pampers proposes to
meet those needs. Then we wish to give you the opportunity to explore
certain things that might interest you more in depth…”
Ms. Jbara began with an overview of Pampers since the beginning, paying
particular attention to the developments made in the diaper industry since
the early 1980’s, including how Pampers has kept up with the competition.
“What we’re aiming for with the Princess line is to create a product with
a name that people know and trust. Adolescence and the teenage years can
be trying times for a lot of people, as many of you no doubt know, and we
here at Pampers feel we might be able to provide a little bit of extra
comfort and support.
“So, over the next two weeks we’ll be charting both familiar and
unfamiliar territory. We have some products that you’ll be able to try
and we have some ideas that we want your input on. That will be all for
today. I’ll stamp your attendance record on the way out the door; make
sure you don’t leave without a stamp. See you tomorrow.”
“Wow, that was, like, the fastest fifty minutes of my entire life.” Hannah
said. “And we’re not going to just be lectured at. We’ll get to try
products as well. That’s awesome. I wonder what we’ll get to try out.”
“Diapers, I expect.” Jill said, chuckling.
“Naw, really? Who’d have thunk it?” Hannah stuck her tongue out. Jill
returned the sentiment. Jessica and Cassandra just rolled their eyes and
headed out of the lecture hall where they met up with Kristen, ready to
take them to Dealing with Diapers.
“Dealing with Diapers” Ms. Michele Bailey began as the girls finally got
seated, “isn’t as easy as any of you might think. There’s a lot of things
that one doesn’t think about at first when they encounter diapers as an
adolescent or teenager. One basic one is overcoming the years of being
toilet trained. I expect most of you have already wet your diapers since
you’ve been here, but can I see a show of hands as to how many have messed
in their diapers?”
A few girls blushed and raised their hands, but it was five girls at the
most.
“After having been trained to use the toilet and having it engrained in
your head that wetting or messing yourself is bad, it’s very difficult to
overcome that stigma. One way to overcome it, as you’ll realize over the
next two weeks, is to force yourself to use your diapers by denying
yourself toilet access.
“Another issue, far less embarrassing, hopefully, how many of you are
oldest siblings?”
Nearly every hand in the room went up. Ms. Bailey nodded assent. “Our
research has shown that 98% of those teenagers who wear diapers for
pleasure are older siblings. We expect this to be indicative of the fact
that they want to regress to a time in which they received all their
parents’ attention, and there is probably no time of greater parental
attention than when a child is in diapers.
“But what happens when an oldest sibling gets put back in diapers, either
for punishment or because they want to? Are they still really the older
sibling? Often when teens receive baby treatment, it is expected that
they are unable to care for themselves, and so are left with babysitters,
often their younger siblings. How does one reconcile that in their mind?
“Research is showing us that when an eldest sibling returns to diapers it
can upset a natural equilibrium within the family. When the oldest child
decides they want to be the youngest, it affects everyone else in the
family. Younger siblings oftentimes resent the fact that the attention
that used to be theirs has been taken from them, causing tension
throughout the family. Your decision to return to diapers can affect much
more than just yourself. It can simply be an underwear choice. Some
girls choose briefs, some bikini’s, some diapers, but more often than not
it is indicative of a larger lifestyle decision that can upset the balance
in the family. In this course, and in several of the seminars these next
two weeks, we’ll be taking a look at how to deal with wearing diapers.
Along with diapers, we will be examining the pro’s and con’s of disclosing
your diapered identity to friends, other family members and so forth, and
taking a look at how to decide to whom and whom not you should be
disclosing this information. Teen babyhood can be a rewarding and
fulfilling experience but there are so many factors that need to be just
right in order for that to work. More often than not, it requires a lot
of compromise, both on the part of the baby and the family involved.
As we have already discovered in this brief introduction, dealing with
wearing diapers is not as simple as it seems, and it is always made more
difficult when you add in all the already difficult stuff going on in your
everyday lives. Hopefully by the end of these two weeks you’ll at least
have a basis in how to incorporate your diapered identity into your larger
identity and have it cause as few problems as possible. That will be all
for today. I will stamp your records on the way out and see you tomorrow!
“Wow, I think I’m going to get a lot out of this class,” Jess observed.
“I’ve got a fourteen year old sister who’s about to become my big sister.
And yeah, I guess I knew that would be the case, but I never thought about
the implications of it. My mommy scolded me on the car ride up here for
not telling her my diaper needed to be changed and then she asked my
sister, Elizabeth to periodically check me after I’d been put in a dry
diaper so that it wouldn’t happen again. I kinda laughed at it at the
time, and also at the idea of her having to change my diapers, but I’m
beginning to see it’s a lot more serious and complex than that. Like,
unless she comes and checks me normally, I might have to go to her and ask
her to change me. We’ve always been the best of friends but there’s
nothing to say she wouldn’t take advantage of my diapered state and
humiliate me about it. I had this one nightmare where she actually
spanked me!”
“Oh I know what you mean,” Cassandra said. “I’ve been in diapers for
about three weeks now full time, and my parents have strictly forbidden me
to change myself, so I have to go ask my twelve-year-old sister, Meghan.
It’s utterly devastating. She can never just change my diaper and be done
with it. It’s always got to be a big production. There was this one time
when her friends were over and I was going to wait until my Mom came home
from work but I was sopping wet and it wouldn’t hold anymore, and I was
afraid if I wet again it would leak. I always get spanked when my diaper
leaks because I wouldn’t ask my sister to change me. So I go up to my
room, I was wearing shorts over my diapers, and I knock gently on her
door. ‘Yes?’ she says, ‘come in.’ and so I enter and I said ‘Meghan, can
I see you a minute?’ and she’s like ‘what is it, Cassie, does the big
baby need her diaper changed?’ and I turned beet red and her friends
start laughing at me. ‘Well? Let me see your diaper, little girl!’ Meghan
demanded. I slowly fumbled with the button to my shorts, totally
humiliated. ‘Young lady, do you want to get spanked?’ she asked me. ‘You
get to spank your older sister?’ her friends stared blankly at me, I
thought I was going to cry. ‘She is not my older sister. Cassie, it
turns out, is an overgrown two-year-old who acts and wets her diaper just
like a baby. And no, I don’t get to personally spank her, but if she
doesn’t get those shorts off in the next ten seconds I’ll refuse to change
her. If she leaks, she’ll get spanked when Mom gets home and finds her.’
So of course I had to swallow my pride and take my shorts off. ‘That’s a
good baby’ my sister cooed to me. ‘Now, did you bring me a fresh diaper?’
I hung my head in shame ‘No.’ I mumbled. ‘Excuse me young lady I asked
you a question,’ she demanded. ‘No I did not bring you a fresh diaper,’
I said more clearly. ‘Well,’ she said ‘I can’t exactly change you if you
don’t bring me a fresh diaper. So I’ll tell you what, you are going to
hold your big sister’s hand, and Joan and Britney and I will come down to
your nursery where you will have your diaper changed and my friends can
see what a big baby you are.’
“Taking my shorts away from me, she made me walk ahead of her friends
downstairs and into my room, with my sopping wet diaper in full view and
into my nursery, complete with a crib and changing table and rocking horse
and a playpen. It was my sixteenth birthday present last month.
“‘Up on the changing table, little girl’ Meghan commanded. I was so
humiliated. I got up on the changing table and she was just merciless,
talking to her friends the whole time, telling them about other times she
had to change me and how wet or messy my diapers had been. Finally, it
ended and she allowed me to get off the table. ‘Can I have my shorts
back, please?’ I asked her. ‘No, I don’t think you’ll be needing them.’
she said ‘Besides, you have nothing to hide, we already know what a little
diaper girl you are.’ That was absolutely the most horrifying experience
of my entire life. I doubt it’s going to get better once I go back home.
At least I have you girls for two weeks before I have to deal with it.
“You sure do, Cassie.” Jess said, swatting Cassie’s diapered behind
playfully.
“Hey!” Cassie said, swatting Jess back.
“Hey Cassie, guess what!” Jess smiled.
“What?”
A warm stream of urine flooded Jess’ diaper. Cassie threw her arms around
her and let loose into her own diaper.
“Looks like we have two little ones who need to be changed before lunch!”
Kristen said, eyeing the two girls and smiling broadly. Cassie and Jess
smiled right back.
Chapter 23
“Hey ladies!” Kristen called as she walked towards her gathered pack of
little ones gathered in the floor lounge.
“Hey, Kristen,” Jess said, “Can you help us with something?”
“Sure what’s up?”
“Well, we’re having trouble deciding which elective to go to this
afternoon.”
“Well, just realize that you don’t need to go all together. You could go
in small groups or even individually and then if you wanted to at the end
of the day you could compare notes.”
“Yeah, that’s true” Vanessa said.
“Hmmm” Kristen said, glancing at the schedule of electives. “I see here
that a lot of the stuff being offered this week will also be offered next
week at the same times, so if you two things you want in the same slot,
you can always choose one this week and go to the other next week. But if
you want my honest, opinion, I see here that coming up at two-thirty is
Diapers and You: The Cultivation of a Diapered Identity. I would
strongly urge all of you to go to that seminar. I expect that you will
find that incorporating diapers into your everyday lifestyle, whether it’s
just diapers or diapers as part of a larger babyish lifestyle, it’s going
to take some adjustment. A lot of the other complications regarding the
lifestyle stem out of the concept of identity formation, so I think it
would be a good foundation from which to build. Like a lot of the other
seminars, you will see overlap with Dealing with Diapers, but this may
take a different approach. Either way, I cannot stress how important
identity-formation is. It’s as if you were about to re-enter your teens
and begin to form your identity all over again. It would be good to find
out where you fit into the larger scheme of girls that wear diapers as
early as possible, because it is only once you have figured out and
declared your own identity that you can have successful, healthy, and
fulfilling relationships with other people. I’ll get off the soapbox now
and let you all make a decision.”
“I’m definitely game for that” Jess said “it’s part of what I came here
to do.”
“Yeah, especially because there’s just so many different aspects under the
big umbrella of ‘wearing diapers.’” said Cassie. The rest of the girls
agreed that there was wisdom in Kristen’s words and at around two-fifteen
ten diapered behinds were seen toddling over towards Diapers and You.
“Good afternoon, my name is Elizabeth Murphy, and this is the seminar on
Diapers and You: The Cultivation of a Diapered Identity. I hope the
first day is going well for you all so far and that you have already
picked up some information about Pampers and about wearing diapers as a
teenager that you didn’t know before.
“The theory behind this seminar is that in order to relate to your family
and boyfriends and everyone you come into contact with from now on, you
need to figure out how the wearing of diapers ties in to your identity as
you have established it throughout your social development. Some of you
may be particularly drawn to the feeling of wearing a diaper. Others may
be drawn to the idea of diapers as a gateway to being a baby; a time
during which you received the utmost attention and care. Still others of
you may enjoy the convenience of being able to use your diapers, rather
than find or wait in line for a bathroom in a public place. So that’s
step one: you must ask yourself what the draw of diapers is for each one
of you.”
“Definitely the love and care and attention that I received as a baby.”
thought Jess.
“You may find it helpful to think of your diapered self as a personality
separate from your normal identity. Where the teenage you likes going to
the mall and talking on the phone, the baby you wants nothing more than to
lay in mommy’s arms and nurse a bottle of warm milk. It is important to
get to know this other identity. Spend time with her. You want to know
all about her. You want to know why she wears diapers, what she wants out
of life, what she likes to have for breakfast, and so on. The more you
know about your inner-baby the better able you will be to incorporate her
into the identity you’ve already formed, which is a difficult task but
thoroughly worthwhile. The first step is the knowledge that you like
wearing diapers and that there is nothing wrong with that. Once you
accept diapers as a part of who you are, there is no limit as to what you
can do. For example, how many teen babies do we have in the room? By
teen baby, of course, I mean teens who are interested in diapers as part
of being a baby, who are also interested in bottles, crawling and
everything babyish?”
An overwhelming number of girls raised their hands.
“Excellent, that is about what we expected. Now, once you can say to
yourself ‘I can wet or mess in my diaper because I am a baby and babies
wet or mess in their diapers,’ and you are thoroughly convinced of that,
you will find it much easier. Or, perhaps you are trying to overcome the
embarrassment. ‘I am a baby. It is perfectly natural that babies toddle
around the house in a t-shirt and a diaper no matter who is around, ergo
it is perfectly natural that I should toddle around in a t-shirt and
diaper and not care. The sky is the limit; really, once you set your mind
to something you can do anything you want.
“Let’s suppose, for example that you want your parents to turn you back
into a baby and you’re out at the mall with your mommy and you wet your
diaper. Your mommy wants to take you to the ladies’ room and change you
into a fresh diaper, but you feel humiliated that other people will see
you. That’s because you are viewing it through the eyes of a teenager and
not of the little girl you really are. When you shift your perspective,
you’ll see that there is nothing to be ashamed of. Having wet your diaper
you obviously have proven that you belong in them, regardless of your age,
it is only natural that you should have someone to change them for you.
So when you’re laying somewhere having your diaper changed and someone
walks in and sees you, you need to let go of the adult idea of
humiliation. For a diaper-wearing baby, humiliation doesn’t exist. They
have no shame.
“Or perhaps the shame is an important part of it for you. Perhaps you a
teenager who feels she needs to be put back in diapers as punishment for
bad behavior or poor grades. This isn’t as rare as it might sound.
Perhaps for you it’s diaper discipline, which is not to be confused with
punishment. The word discipline means ‘to teach;’ punishment is something
entirely different. Perhaps you need that element to help you to be a
better person, a more successful person.
“Regardless of what your goals might be, once you define them, then you
can begin to achieve them. Part of that in this case is figuring out what
your diaper identity is and asserting it. Perhaps part of it is saying to
yourself ‘I’m going to wear a diaper to the mall today and if someone
hears it crinkle, then fine!’
“No matter what your goals are they can be met. You can completely
incorporate diapers into your life if you have the determination and the
will. It will require some sacrifice and some things which may look like
failures and losses might turn out to be net gains.
“And it’s perfectly all right to find out after trying something that it
wasn’t all you thought it would be. Many people who enjoy wearing diapers
dream of being treated like a baby by their parents. When they finally
get it, they find out that it is completely damaging for themselves, their
parents and their relationship. So it’s best to start with small,
baby-steps and work toward your larger goals.
“And it looks like we’re just about out of time. I am sorry if you came
here expecting that I would tell you who you are or why you are the way
you are. I cannot do that. What I hope that you take with you today is
that once you assert your diaper-wearing as part of who you are, it can
open doors that will take you beyond your wildest dreams. It isn’t easy
and it takes a great amount of strength, but it can happen. So I would
encourage you to take a notebook and write down ideas about who your inner
diaper-wearer is. What does she look like? Does she look exactly like
you but with a diaper? Is her hair different? Does she dress
differently? Does she act differently? Does she relate to her parents
differently than you do? These are but some of the questions that you
should be asking. And the answers to these questions will only lead to
more questions, but it is through this process of continual questioning
that you will discover who you are. Thank you everyone for participating
and enjoy the rest of the conference.”
Wide-eyed and completely blown away, Hanna, Vanessa, and Jessica looked at
each other.
“Wow.” was all Jess could say.
Chapter 24
“Need any help?” Elizabeth asked, walking into the construction zone that
would end up being Jess’ nursery.
“Yeah, Liz, would you mind holding this piece of wood steady so I can cut
it?” Mr. Anderson asked.
“Sure thing, Dad.” Elizabeth held the beam in place under her foot and
Mr. Anderson began to cut the piece he needed.
“Thanks, sweetie.” he said, handing her another piece to hold.
“Um, Dad, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, honey, what’s on your mind?”
“How do you feel about all that’s been going on around here lately?”
Mr. Anderson chuckled. ‘I guess I haven’t really given it much thought,
really. I mean, as long as it isn’t harmful, I don’t necessarily have a
problem with it. I won’t be changing your sister’s diapers because I feel
it is inappropriate for a father to change his seventeen-year-old
daughter’s diapers; there’s way too much room for sexuality to be involved
for my own personal comfort. Your mother agrees with my views on that.
Beyond that, I’ve just been trying to keep your mother from losing it. I
think she may be feeling like she’d done something wrong when Jessica was
growing up. I think that’s why she’s been so tense lately. Jessica,
regardless of actions or appearances, will be an adult in a few weeks.
How she decides to live her life from that point forward is entirely up to
her. As long as she’s not doing something potentially harmful, it seems
ok to me. If she decides she wants to be treated totally like a baby and
never grow up again, that might be a point at which to intervene, but if
it helps her to fill some kind of hole in her maturation and helps her to
become a better person, then I’m ok with it.”
“That’s good to know. I definitely think Mom’s going way overboard on
this whole thing. She put one of Jess’ diapers in a giftbag the other day
and gave it to me. It really creeped me out, to be perfectly honest. I’m
fourteen years old, I’m not really feeling the whole wetting and messing
myself thing.”
“Well, like I said, I think your mother is having difficulty dealing with
this whole situation. I expect that diapers hold some kind of
significance for Jess and that is why she’s been wearing them. However,
what is significant for one person does not need to be significant for
everyone else. So while for Jess it’s diapers, if you were going through
the same thing it could be different entirely.”
“Yeah I see where you’re coming from there. I’m kind of nervous about
Jess coming home again. We all kind of expect that she’ll come back as a
baby, but what if she doesn’t? What if she’s had her fill of everything
and comes back ready to assume her adult responsibilities?”
“Well, your mother and I talked about that, and it is a very real
possibility. I think your mother actually hopes that she comes back as a
baby; she’s constantly talking about how things will be, and how we’ll
deal with it and so on. I personally just hope that Jess finds what she’s
looking for, in one place or another. If she comes back and wants to be
an adult I guess we can sell the furniture. There’s always Ebay if worst
comes to worst. There’d have to be people out there somewhere that would
buy it. I won’t let Mom give Jess your room, don’t worry.”
Liz laughed. “Thanks, Dad, I really appreciate that. She’s really had me
kinda scared lately. Between threatening me with diapers and then
offering me one I feel like she wants me to wear them.”
“Don’t discount that possibility. Somehow the idea that your mother wants
both of her babies back doesn’t really surprise me all that much.”
“Er, yeah. So, what’s left to do around the nursery before Jess gets
home?”
“Well, as you can probably tell, right now I’m working on the railings for
Jess’ crib. After these are cut they need to get sanded and the whole
crib needs to get put together. Next after that’ll probably be the
changing table.” Mr. Anderson said, handing Liz the plan to look at.
“Wow that looks pretty cool, so there’s the top and then cabinet space
underneath for her diapers and wipes and things.”
“That’s the idea. It oughta look pretty nice when it’s done. I think
your mother wants it done in pink or white, but I was thinking we could do
the room in white and pink and put a nice wood stain on the furniture.
The crib & changing table will be the bulk of the work, I think. Your
mother wants a high-chair for the kitchen. Beyond that, it’s largely
decorating. I was thinking of ripping up this carpet and putting down a
new one, but I decided against it, thinking that two weeks wouldn’t be
long enough to get everything done. I want the room finished when Jess
gets back. I don’t want her to come back without a room to stay in
because her old stuff is gone and the new room isn’t done.”
“Yeah I can understand that. I’d feel the same way. Let me know what I
can do to help.”
“Well, it’s about noon now, I expect to have this crib done and ready to
be painted tonight if you’d like to do that. Once the crib is done I’ll
start the changing table. Maybe you can get Mom to help you with painting
the crib, to split up the work a little.”
“No thanks, she might try and make me sleep in it or something.”
Mr. Anderson laughed. “Okay, okay. Please make sure you ask your mother
what color she wants it before you start though.”
“Yeah I will. So, after the furniture is built and stained it’s largely
decoration from there, right?”
“Yes, I’m going to leave that to your mother though, I can’t read her mind
so I don’t want to have to deal with her telling me I got something wrong.
I’m as likely to stay out of her way as you are, Liz.”
It was Liz’s turn to laugh. “Yeah she’s gotten a little zany since this
whole thing started. I mean yeah, ok, I’m glad that I forced Jess into
confronting this side of her personality, but it hasn’t exactly come easy.
It’s like Mom’s expecting a new baby. I’m surprised we haven’t had a
shower.”
“Well, Mom is expecting a new baby, it just happens to be that the one
she’s expecting will be turning eighteen soon.”
“Touche.”
“But, seriously, once the room is done and decorated, the little details
need some attention. Your mother will be picking out sheets for the crib,
and she needs to decide what to do with Jess’ old wardrobe, but that
largely depends on what Jess decides when she gets home, and whether
she’ll be an adult, an adult in diapers, or a baby in diapers. Plus we
need to stock the changing table and put a mobile over the crib, little
things like that.”
“Yeah. I forgot Jess’ eighteenth birthday was in a couple of weeks. It’s
like a week after she gets back. We’re throwing her a party, I expect?”
“Of some sort. That’s another thing that depends on what Jess decides.
So yes, in some form or other we’ll be throwing a party for Jessica. It
might be an eighteenth birthday party or it might be like a baby shower
that we didn’t get around to throwing until after she was born.”
“That’s funny. But, especially with the way Mom’s been acting, I can
totally see your meaning. I guess I haven’t really given much thought
about being a big sister when Jess gets back. It’s enough trouble to get
Mom to stop from coming into my bedroom and diaper me before bedtime.”
“Has she actually done that, Liz?”
“Well, not yet, but at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if it were on
her agenda for this evening. If I thought maybe it would shock her back
to reality maybe I would let her do it, but it would backfire and I’d end
up back in diapers. And, as if that’s not bad enough, Mom would think I
actually wanted to wear them.
“But yeah, I have a feeling I won’t know what it’s going to be like until
Jess gets home. That is, assuming Jess is a baby when she comes back.”
“Do you really think Jess is going to come back as an adult?”
“Not really, no. I guess I don’t.”
Chapter 25
“So, what do you girls think of the conference so far?” Kristen asked at a
hall meeting on Wednesday just after lunch.
“This is so cool” Jill said. “I never imagined there was so much to be
learned about diapers. I figured it was just like ‘you wear them and use
them and that’s it.”
“Yeah I have definitely learned a lot that I didn’t expect to learn” said
Jess. “And I’m hoping to learn a lot more.
“So, are they thinking of making this a yearly thing, Kristen?” Cassandra
asked.
“I was at a staff meeting last night” Kristen replied “and it was
definitely mentioned. We were asked for our input, and an overwhelming
number of the staff showed interest in making this a yearly thing. I’d
like to see it happen. One thing they also talked about was a similar
thing for boys. Pampers does not yet have a product like Princess for
boys, but I hear one is currently being developed. So that’s a
possibility. If you would like to see this type of thing done again, you
should definitely mention it in your end of conference evaluation forms.
Also, if something like this is held again, there were talks last night
about asking you all back as staff members.”
“Ew, does that mean we’d have to wear training pants?” Hannah asked
disgustedly. Everyone laughed.
“Who knows? Maybe if this conference is held again the staff might be
able to wear diapers at all times. It might be easiest, honestly. They
had us wear diapers like I told you for the five weeks of training, so
they gave us training pants just in case of accidents. But an accident in
training pants is basically no different than doing your business on
purpose in your diapers. So maybe something could be worked out.”
“That’d be awesome.” Jill said. “So, what’s everyone going to this
afternoon?”
“I’m going to ‘Overcoming Embarrasment.’” Jess said.
“I was looking at that one too, Jess.” Cassie said.
“Yeah that sounds good, I’m in. How about you, Vanessa?” Hannah asked.
“Sure, why not? I remember how mortified I was at the idea of walking
around the conference in just a t-shirt and a nice thick diaper.
Honestly, I’m still a little weirded out by it, but then I see all you
girls dressed the same way and I feel a little better.” Vanessa said.
Toddling over early, the four girls stopped to get some ice cream.
“Jessica?!?” they heard someone say from about 10 feet away. Jessica
turned around. “It is you!”
“Looks like we didn’t get to that overcoming embarrassment seminar quickly
enough” Hannah chuckled.
Jessica stood dumbstruck, mouth agape, staring at her cousin Missy.
“Missy, uh…….., hi. Didn’t expect to see you here. Allow me to introduce
my friends. Hannah Davenport, Cassandra Kelly, Vanessa Newman, and Jill
Stevenson, this is my cousin, Missy Hoskins.
“Pleased to meet you all” Missy extended excited handshakes to each of the
girls in turn.
“Likewise” The girls chorused.
“So, Missy, are you headed anywhere?” Cassie asked.
“I was thinking about that overcoming embarrassment seminar” Missy
replied.
“That’s where we’re headed, why don’t you come with us?”
“Sure, that’d be great. So, Jess, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I do
hope I haven’t. I so didn’t expect to see anyone I knew here. At least
we’re on the same footing. It’d be a little mortifying if you were on
staff and found out I was in diapers again.”
Having regained her composure, Jess joined in the conversation. “Yeah,
lucky for you I’m not. Then, I’m glad we can at least keep each other’s
secrets. I feel bad, here you are, my cousin and I don’t even really know
you that well. Somehow, at least in light of recent events, I feel like I
should.”
“Well, we can hang out this next week and a half if you really feel like
you want to. If not, I totally understand. I mean, I’m fourteen; you’re
seventeen. Anytime there was a family gathering I’d just hang out with
Liz because we’re the same age.”
“Yeah, true. Liz. I wonder how she’s getting along at home. Mom offered
her diapers on the trip up, more than once actually. I wonder if she’s
ready to be my big sister when I get back.”
“Actually, when I saw you I was kind of surprised not to see her.”
“In a way, it’s for the best. She’s the reason I’m here actually. She
entered me into the contest because I’d been on a diaper binge and purge
cycle and it really wasn’t working out too well for me. Matter of fact,
the night the letter came I flipped out at her and ended up wetting my
pants. Talk about the need to overcome embarrassment. Why are you here,
if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Well, I snuck some diapers while babysitting and my parents caught me
wearing them. That was about three weeks before the contest was
announced. They put me back in diapers and then when they found out about
the conference they made me enter. I don’t know what they hoped to
accomplish, really. It’s not like I’m wearing diapers and the rest of you
aren’t. So it’s kind of a vacation in a way. That Cultivation of a
Diapered Identity thing the other day was really helpful. I mean it
didn’t tell me who I am, but if I go home and tell them I want to wear
diapers because it’s part of who I am and they say ‘well, fine! You’re
back in diapers for good!’ I can’t exactly complain, now can I? So I’m
hoping I can work through some of the questions that session put forward
and begin to figure out where diapers come into my self-concept. That and
the idea of being crowned Pampers Princess does sound kind of cool.”
Jess laughed sincerely. “Good for you!” Her friends nodded in agreement.
“I’m just trying to figure out where I fit into all this mess. And yeah,
I don’t think there’s a girl here who would mind the lifetime supply or
the crown or the modeling contract.”
“Certainly not me.” Cassandra said, striking a pose. “What do you think?
Thumb in my mouth or hands on my hips?”
“Come on ladies, we don’t want to be late for this session. It may make
or break our diapered careers. How do you expect to model if you can’t
handle being seen in a diaper in public?” Hannah interjected.
“Wow, I suppose you’re right. Let’s go.” Jess said. “That includes you,
Missy.” She patted Missy’s diapered behind and put her arm around her
shoulder. “From now on, you’re with us.”
Chapter 26
“You’ll never guess who I ran into while at Baby Depot this afternoon
while picking up a few things for the nursery,” Mrs. Anderson said to her
husband and Liz who just sat down to a delicious dinner of spaghetti and
meatballs.
“Who, Mom?” Liz asked.
“John and Ashley Roberts. Apparently they’re back from their vacation.
They asked after both you and Jess.”
“And what did you say about Jess?”
“Well, I told them the truth, naturally. I mean honestly, she was
sneaking Amanda’s diapers, they have a right to know that something was
done about that. And, as Jess will no longer be fit to baby-sit for
Amanda, I felt doubly justified in explaining to them what has happened
over the last few weeks since they’ve been gone.”
“And how did they take the news?”
“Well, they didn’t necessarily feel that Jess ought to be punished for
what she’d done, but was glad to hear that she will get a chance to figure
things out for herself. They did ask if you’d be up for babysitting
Amanda, Liz, and I’d told them I’d mention it to you. Please give it some
thought and let them know.”
“Yeah, although I could have my hands tied up here, what with the new baby
on the way and all.”
“Speaking of the new baby, Jennie” Mr. Anderson addressed his wife, “have
you any idea what you want to do about her upcoming birthday?”
“Well, Chris, I have given it some thought. I was talking to my sister
Nicole, and it so happens that Missy is at that conference with Jess. I
sort of wonder whether or not they’ve run, er, toddled into each other.”
“Very funny, Mom. Missy’s there too?” Liz asked. “I never would have
guessed. Then, until I caught her wearing them I wouldn’t have guessed
about Jessica either.”
“Well, it’s slightly different with Missy. According to Aunt Nicole,
Missy was caught sneaking diapers, and so she’s being punished.”
“Some punishment,” Liz chuckled, “from the look of that brochure, Aunt
Nicole sent Missy on the vacation of a lifetime, if diapers are really her
thing. I wonder if she’s prepared for what’ll happen when Missy gets back
and is wetting and messing and speaking babytalk.”
“Poetic justice, I suppose, but seriously I figure we could invite Nicole
and Steven and Missy. Beyond that, I have no idea who would be
comfortable seeing Jess in diapers. I’ll invite the Roberts and Amanda,
and perhaps some of Jess’ new friends will want to come.”
“Well, that’ll make a short line for the bathroom at least. But, please
can I not be the designated diaper-changer?”
“We wouldn’t do that to you, Liz” her father said. “As one of the few
adults at the party, you can take part in the adults’ activities.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
“But the offer I made you is still on the table should you change your
mind,” Jennie said.
Noticing the lack of teasing or jest in her mother’s tone, Liz replied
maturely, “Yes, Mom, thank you. I’ll make sure to let you know if I want
to be put back in diapers. In the meantime, I believe I’ll stick with my
panties.”
“Honestly, Lizzy, you make it sound as if wearing a diaper for a second
after you’re toilet trained means giving up panties for the rest of your
life. If you think that I want Jess to be in diapers and acting like a
baby until she’s thirty, you have another thing coming. I know it doesn’t
look like it because I’m preparing for Jess’ homecoming as if I were
expecting a newborn, but honestly I do hope that this is just a phase that
she’s going through. If she comes back and chooses diapers and a baby
life, she’s going to get it. And just like a real toddler, when she shows
signs of being ready for toilet training and other big girl things, she’ll
be allowed to grow up all over again. Hopefully it will be for good at
that point. All I’m trying to say is that if you find at the party that
you have trouble fitting in with what adults are there and feel like a
diaper might help you fit in better with the children, that you can most
certainly wear one.”
“Sometimes, Mom, I really do think you want me back in diapers, and I’m
unsure that I believe you hope it’s ‘just a phase’ with Jess. I think
you’re delighted to have one of your baby girls back and want the other
one back as well.”
“What are you saying, Elizabeth?”
“I’m saying that if I want a diaper, I will most certainly let you know,”
said Elizabeth as she stood up from the table and walked to her room.
Shutting the door behind her, Liz went straight for her dresser where
she’d stashed the diaper given to her by the Pampers rep the day she
entered Jess in that contest.
‘It really is amazing,” Liz pondered, “how such an inconsequential thing
can have such an impact on the course of events. Why is it even affecting
me? Why does it have to be such a production?”
Lying down, Liz closed her eyes as she tried to quieten her thoughts.
Still she couldn’t figure out why it was that an inanimate object had
caused so much trouble. All she did was enter Jess into a contest. Why
was it such a big deal. If Jess were a die-hard wearer of briefs and one
day decided to wear a thong no one would make a commotion about it. True,
switching from briefs to a thong would not exactly cause her to decide to
stop using the toilet and using her pants instead. Or at least, Liz would
hope not. Why all this over a diaper? Shouldn’t one be able to choose?
Just as a girl can wear briefs one day and a thong the next, why shouldn’t
she be able to wear a diaper the day after that? What was the big deal?
This mess of thoughts gave way to heaviness in her eyelids and soon, Liz
curled into the fetal position on her bed, and fast asleep.
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