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The Babysitting Baby
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It was a little weird at first;
changing the diapers of a twelve year old boy when I was
just four years older and a girl... but I got used to
it, and now, three years later, it's normal for both of
Daniel is now a very intellegent fifteen year
old young man, and I'm now nineteen and in college. But
I'm still diapering him. You see, Daniel suffers from
very bad migraine headaches, and when he gets them he
tends to wet himself from the pain and frustration of
things. His Mom and I do our best to comfort him when a
headache stars, giving him his medicine, putting a
diaper on him, and putting him to bed. One of us will
lay with him, and hold him as he cries, at least until
the medicine kicks in, or he falls asleep. I feel so bad
for him, seeing him in such pain, but he seems to accept
it as just part of his life.
Tonight will be a
quiet night, and for once I should be able to sleep a
full eight hours without being woken up fr anything.
Daniel's gone off to a special summer camp for kids with
migraines, where he can swim and fish like all camps,
but they also teach stress relief and other methods of
dealing with his headaches. So, for the next two weeks,
it's just me and Mary, Daniel's Mom. It will be nice to
have a couple quiet weeks, but I miss Daniel already. I
may be a live-in babysitter, but I've grown to love that
boy like he was my son too.
Free of my
babysitting duties, I went to bed early, and fell asleep
- - - Later That Night - - -
"I heard my bedroom door open and tried to shake the
sleep from my head enough to open my eyes. "Shhhh, don't
get up, I'll have you changed in a minute." It was Mary
speaking, and as she pushed my nightgown up I realized
she was about to put a diaper on ME. "It's me, not
Dan..." I started to complain, but she gave me another
"Shhhhh" as she stripped my panties down, and laid one
of Daniel's diapers under me. Like all of Daniel's
diapers, it was cloth, with a waterproof outer shell,
fairly thick too. Mary wrapped it around me quickly, and
fastened it with the three snaps on each side. Velcro in
the side panels guaranteed it fit snugly. "But..." I
started to complain again as Mary pulled my gown down
and my blanket up, but she stopped my words again, this
time with a kiss on my cheek. "Night, night baby."
Before I could say anything else, she was gone.
started to get up to take the diapr off, but it was
late, and I was tired, so with a mumbled "whatever!" I
rolled over and went back to sleep.
- - - The
Next Morning - - -
"Get a little confused
last night Mary?" I asked with a smile. She was making
breakfast when I walked in, still in my night gown, and
she gave me a confused look in response to my question.
"Confused? How?" She asked.
"You put a diaper
on me!" I laughed, and hiked up my gown to present her
with my evidence.
"No confusion there baby, I
thought you could use one. And it seems I was right."
I didn't have to look down. I knew the diaper was
wet. I had woken up early in the morning needing to pee,
and had decided to take advantage of my wardrobe to just
wet the diaper and go back to sleep for a while. "But
why?" I asked.
"You have been wearing Dan's
diapers for some time now." Mary said flatly, as if it
was public knowledge. "You didn't think I knew?" She
asked with a chuckle, "Baby, those diapers are too thick
NOT to be notied under the tight jeans you wear."
I felt my face get hot with shame, and tried to come
out with a response, but only managed to stutter
something about 'just once or twice.'
baby..." Mary assured me, and wrapped her arms around me
in a tight hug. "You take good care of Danny, and you're
like a daughter to me, so it's okay if you want to wear
I tried to lie and say I didn't
want to wear them, but only gibberish escaped my stunned
lips. Mary stopped any further attempts at excuses by
taking my hand. "Come on, let's get you changed."
Mary led me to her bedroom, which surprised me since
we ever changed Daniel in her room. But the reason
became clear as I saw a stack of brand new diapers on
her dresser. They were the same style as Daniel's, but
light pink, where his were a blue. "Each size is a
different color..." Mary explained, unfolding one of the
thick diapers. "...this way we can tell which diapers
belong to each of you." This seperation of garments told
me that Mary intended for me to wear them even when
Daniel came home... I started to worry.
the single diaper Mary led me to my bedroom, which was
next to Daniel's so I could be at his side quickly when
he woke up ill at night. I was holding the rest of the
diapers, and laid them on my dresser as Mary spread out
an underpad on my bed to serve as a changing pad. "Take
your gown off and lay down here for me." She patted the
pad to show me where my diapered backside should land.
Each 'pop' filled me with shame as Mary unsnapped
her son's wet diaper from my body and set it aside.
"Stay here." Mary said, then left the room. She returned
a minute later was a tub of baby wipes, which she
quickly put to use cleaning my damp privates
"Lift up." I raised my bum off the
pad, and Mary slid the pink diaper pant under me. As I
rested down on it I could tell that it was thicker than
Daniel's diapers, but felt just as nice against my bare
skin. Mary snapped the fresh diaper on me, and the fit
was snug and comfy. "There you go baby girl. All set."
I got up and examined myself in the mirror, and
laughed out loud at how cute and silly I looked standing
there in a light pink diaper, that seemed to hug my
"You do look cute." Mary said.
I turned to face her, and found her holding an armful of
my panties. "These are for big girls, not diaper wearing
girls." She said, then took them away.
dressed, and wondered just how serious Mary was about
this. She took my panties away! I figured that meant I
was to wear diapers all the time, but I didn't know if I
was ready for that!
not wearing pink diapers mom!" I head Daniel yell. He
had been home less than five minutes, and my secret was
about to be revealed already. He had gone to dump his
dirty laundry from his suitcase, and had mistakenly
thought my diapers were to be his. I cringed when I
heard Mary call out loudly "Those are Sussie's, not
"Why are you wearing diapers?"
Daniel asked. He had come straight from the laundry room
to find me. I thought about telling him some lie, but
decided not too. His mom would just tell him the truth
if I didn't
"Your Mom caught me wearing one of
your diapers, so she bought me my own. I just like
wearing them I guess." I watched his expression, and was
relieved to see his lips curl into a smile. "Whatever!"
He chuckled, "At least I'm not the only one still in
Pampers!" We talked for a little while longer, and I
noticed he was acting nervous and looking down a lot,
which always meant one thing. "Do you need to be
changed?" He nodded but said that they had taught him to
do it himself at camp, "They said I'm too old to still
need help changing my diaper.... but it'd be okay if you
did it for me anyway!"
"Do you want me too?" I asked,
unsure if he was trying to be polite, or if he really
wanted me to do it. He nodded. "I don't really like
doing it myself."
We talked about his time at
camp as we made our way up to his bedroom. Without any
instruction Daniel took his pants off; grabbed an
underpad from a basket under his bed; laid the pad on
his bed; then laid himself on the pad. He was wearing a
disposable diaper, a very wet disposable diaper. "They
don't let you wear cloth diapers at camp, " he
explained, telling me that disposables were much easier
for the camp counselors to deal with.
his wet disposable, and started to reach for the wipes
when his mom stopped me. "Dont bother, Daniel should get
in the tub for a bath anyway." The sound of running
water told both Daniel and I that "should" get in the
bath meant he "IS" going to take a bath. Daniel jumped
up and headed toward the bathroom.
"And it'll be
your turn next young lady!" Mary said to me, and I heard
Daniel laughing in the background.
Daniel bathed himself, he put his own diaper on before
Mary sent him downstairs, saying "Go watch TV while I
tend to your baby sister." He was laughing again as he
passed me in the hall.
"It's bathtime for you."
Mary said sternly, taking my hand. Brining me into the
bathroom, she began to take my clothes off with a
warning not to fight her. When I was naked, she helped
me into the tub, and began to wash me from head to toe.
I sat there quietly, letting her bathe me like a
"If you want me to stop, I will." Mary
said seeing my serious expression. "If you don't like
"I do like it." I interrupted her, not
wanting her to stop. "I'm just kinda nervous still, but
I like being your baby."
"Good girl." Mary said
with a huge smile, then pulled the drain plug. "Then
let's get you diapered and into bed.
- - -
Later That Night - - -
"Susan." I heard a soft
voice whisper. It was Daniel. "I think I'm getting
sick." I woke up instantly and opened my eyes. Daniel
had been crying already, and had tear stains on his
cheeks. "I took my medicine, but I..... I don't want to
be alone." The poor boy, I thought. So embarrased to ask
for help, but lonely too.
"You want to lay down with
me?" I asked, and he nodded. Daniel climbed into my bed
and laid on his side. I shuffled over next to him and
held him in my arms. I felt his body loosen a little, he
always felt better when someone was holding him.
"Susan?" He asked softly. "I think it's cool you can be
my baby sister and my baby sitter at the same time. And
it's funny that your bedtime is earlier than mine!" I
laughed for just a moment, then Daniel moaned and I knew
his headache was getting bad. I held him tighter,
wishing I could make it go away. His medicine would kick
in soon, but I always felt terrible when he was hurting.
"Aww, how sweet, both of my
little ones in one bed." Mary sat down and ran her hand
through Daniel's hair. He mumbled and groaned, but
didn't wake. "He had a bad night." I whispered, and
pulled the covers up a little until they were up to
Daniel's shoulders. Mary sighed and kissed Daniel's
head. "Get some rest then Danny." He groaned again.
"How about you? Do you need to be changed?" She asked,
looking at me now. I could tell I was wet, but didn't
want to disturb Daniel, "It can wait, he needs the
company." Mary nodded, then left. I went back to sleep.
The room was bright when I woke again. The sun
pouring in the windows told me it had to be late morning
already. I was alone in bed now... and my diaper was dry
again. Mary must have changed it while I slept.
threw on some sweatpants and went downstairs. Mary and
Daniel were having lunch at the table. Daniel was still
in his pj's, but looked to be feeling better.
nice and dry now." Daniel said with a mishevious smile,
and both his mother and I looked at him. "You didn't?"
Mary asked, and his smile grew wider. "Yep, I changed
the baby for you." I was embarrased for a second, but
couldn't stop myself from laughing at the expression on
his face, and soon we were all laughing.
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