    Smart Boy Caught Taking Cousin's Diapers

    I remember one summer evening in 1963 I was 9 years-old I was caught
    wearing two of my cousin’s cloth diapers. They were cloth Curity 47” x
    21” that need to be folded to fit the baby. I had taken them from his
    room when we were visiting that day. My cousin had so many diapers I
    thought my aunt would not miss just two. The day before I had taken a
    pair of his plastic pants. He was sort of fat and I figured they would
    fit me I was right they were Super Size Toddler from Gerber. It took me
    about a half hour to fold the diaper to fit me. When I was finished I
    looked in the mirror I looked just like my cousin after I pulled up the
    plastic pants, only my height was different.

    I was just about to put on my pajamas to complete my new look when my
    mom walked into my room. I thought I could get under the covers before
    mom came in but it must have taken me longer than I thought to fold the
    diapers. There I stood wearing diapers and plastic pants. Mom asked,
    “What do I think you’re doing? You want to be a baby, do you?”

    I started to cry big tears, saying, “No mom, I just want to see what
    diapers were like to wear.” Mom said she had the perfect place for
    that. We had a nursery with a crib set up in the spare room so when mom
    babysat my cousin he had a place to sleep. I was led to the nursery
    room where mom put me in the crib. I was only 44” tall and the crib was
    52” long, so I was not too big for it. Mom told me not to get out or I
    would get bare-bottom spanked. Mom left me lying in the crib wearing
    nothing but plastic pants and diapers, wanting to get these diapers off
    and get in my big boy clothes. A few minutes later mom returned with a
    baby bottle of warm milk handing it to me telling me to drink it NOW.

    I lay down in the crib and started to drink with mom watching. Ever so
    slowly the milk came out just before it was empty I was asleep. The
    next morning I woke up with a soaked diaper and dry bed since I was a
    nightly bed wetter being dry in the morning was a good strange feeling
    for me. Before the diapers when I wet my bed mom just washed my
    pajamas, underwear and all my bedclothes every morning I never gave it
    much thought. This morning all she had to wash is a wet diaper and
    plastic pants. Mom told me this is great now she can cut the laundry in
    half. Mom told me that until I stop bed-wetting this is the way I would
    be sleeping diapered in my crib no more big bed clean up for me just a
    little bed clean up if my diaper ever leaked.

    Mom put me on the changing table to change my wet diaper not giving my
    big boy pants back. I was so scared because what if someone saw me wear
    just diapers I started to cry. Mom told me I would get big boy pants
    after breakfast. I ate breakfast wearing just diapers and plastic
    pants. I felt so ashamed at what I was doing I wanted my underwear
    back, but mom was right there making sure I did what she told me to do.
    After breakfast mom led me back to the nursery to remove my diaper,
    handing me plastic training pants for me to put on. Mom told me to get
    dressed as we were going shopping. I asked for my big-boy pants, not
    these baby pants. I threw them back at her and stomped naked to my
    room. Mom had me over her knee, giving me so many spanks from her bare
    hand to my bare bottom. I was kicking and crying so hard. Within about
    ten or more spanks I forget how many I received and then went limp. Mom
    put me on the floor then put the plastic training pants on me. Mom told
    me I needed to get dressed as we were going shopping or do I want to go
    just like I was wearing nothing but my training pants.

    I asked her, “Please, I want to have big-boy pants.” Mom said I am
    wearing all the big boy pants I have now. She threw away all my other
    big-boy pants because they were too badly stained.

    I ran from the nursery to my room to get these stupid baby training
    pants off and get dressed in my real big-boy pants, not these baby
    underwear. I open my underwear drawer to see nothing but more plastic
    training pants. I cried as mom entered the room and helped me get
    dressed wearing the training pants under my summer shorts. The training
    pants made my summer shorts puff out big time. Everyone would know I
    was wearing baby underwear. Then what could I do? Mom would spank me if
    I did not do what she told me to do.

    When we got to the store mom put me in the child seat of the shopping
    cart. I did not want to draw attention to myself so I sat in the cart
    quietly as mom shopped. I paid no attention to what mom was buying. She
    bought big-boy clothes that looked more like toddler-style clothes,
    except they had no snaps like real toddler clothes. The clothes had
    Barney, Thomas the Tank Engine, Blues Clues and other baby things all
    in my size. Then she bought 4 boxes of Curity diapers, a dozen in each
    box. She bought 10 pair of super sized toddler plastic pants just like
    the ones I took from my cousin. I knew I was in trouble now. Mom was
    mad at me. She was going to teach me a lesson.

    I was squirming in the cart seat as we were in the check out line. I
    was trying to hold my pee. Mom asked what my problem was. I whispered
    that I needed to pee pee. Mom told me I needed to hold it until she
    could check out. We were next in the checkout line when I lost my
    battle holding my pee. I had stopped squirming and mom asked me if I
    had wet my pants again. With tears in my eyes, before I could answer
    her she stuck her finger in the top of my training pants.

    Mom said she figured I would not be able to hold it very long, so it
    looked like I didn’t need those trainers like my cousin. He started
    wearing his training pants last week. He had a few accidents but now he
    was wearing just thin cloth training pants.

    “Looks like you still need diapers. Most little boys have accidents;
    just one accident a day, or not at all. This is the second one for you.
    Now you have wet your pants twice this morning so you must not be potty
    trained well enough for training pants. When we get home you are going
    back to wearing diapers so we can try to potty train you in three
    weeks.”

    When we got to the car mom pulled off my wet plastic training pants,
    grabbed a pair of dry ones from the diaper bag she had brought. I felt
    like a toddler as I stepped into my training pants as mom held them
    open. Mom told me I need to be diapered when we get home so we would
    stop by my cousin’s house and pick up some washed diapers from his
    supply. She told me my aunt has been potty training him so he doesn’t
    need that many during the day, only at night and on shopping trips. Mom
    explained why she had to get diapers that have been washed. I could not
    use my new unwashed ones. She told me she needs to wash new diapers to
    make them soft and more absorbent to soak up my pee.

    I was so upset when she fastened my child seat belt, something I
    stopped using when I started using the adult seat belt. I cried and
    whimpered all the way to my cousin’s house I was still crying when mom
    led me into my cousin’s room with him taking a nap in his crib. Mom
    warned me that if I did not stop crying she would make me take a
    pacifier. I continued to whimper as she put me on the changing table so
    in my mouth went a pacifier. I knew if I did not take it mom would get
    really mad and as mad as mom was she would spank my bare bottom so hard
    so I sucked it at first begrudgingly. The more I sucked the more I felt
    better. My training pants were wet again so mom removed my wet pants
    and dropped them in the empty diaper pail. I was on the same table I
    had watched my aunt change so many of my cousin’s diapers, wondering
    what it would be like to be in his position, wishing I could trade
    places with him. Mom started to clean my diaper area, putting diaper
    rash cream on, followed by baby powder. I loved the smell of baby
    powder. While I sucked the pacifier I smelled the baby powder I was
    taken away to my dream place. I watched mom fold my diaper then pin it
    on me followed by plastic pants.

    When we got home just two blocks away mom put me in my cousin’s
    playpen. It was four-foot square and thirty-six inches high, about chin
    high to me. I tried to climb out when mom left the room but it was too
    high for me to climb with my thick diaper on since I was not a climber.

    Mom was busy removing my regular bed setting up taking it to the attic,
    bringing another crib and changing table down from attic storage
    transforming my room into another nursery. I was confined to the
    playpen playing with my cousin’s toys, starting to have fun. Mom walked
    in telling me it was snack time. I wished I could go back in time and
    not wear that stupid diaper I stole from my cousin’s room; then mom
    would not be punishing me now.

    When I found where mom was going to put me I started to kick and cry
    but nothing could stop her as she sat me in the highchair. She had the
    seat belt fastened and the tray in place with me screaming, kicking and
    crying. Mom said I can kick and scream all I want but until I take my
    bottle and eat my cookies I would be sitting in my new highchair. Mom
    said for my screaming and kicking I will get bare-bottom spanked when I
    finish my snack, about ten spanks. She told me if I don’t do what she
    tells me from now on I will get a bare bottom spanking on the spot no
    matter where we are.

    I quit my crying and started to drink my bottle, letting pee into my
    diaper without thinking of what I was doing. It was just a small amount
    I barely noticed. I ate my oatmeal cookies and finished my milk in
    fifteen minutes. Mom did not check my diaper when she lifted me down
    from the highchair. Mom had me by the hand walking towards the door I
    started to bulk when she gave me a stern look. I started to whimper as
    we walked to my cousin’s house.

    We walked into the back yard where my cousin was playing wearing big-
    boy play clothes. He did not even say anything about seeing me wearing
    only diapers he wanted to play. My cousin looked so thin in his play
    clothes then I realized it was his diapers that made him look fat. I
    looked down at myself to see I looked fat now. We played with his cars
    and trucks in the sand I need to pee again so I let it go into my
    diaper for the second time since mom diapered me two hours ago. My
    cousin got up ran to the house a few minutes later returned, announcing
    he just pottied. He is a big boy, not a baby, pointing to my diaper. I
    felt so bad I started to cry uncontrollably. As I cried I never noticed
    my cousin running to the house and retuning with a pacifier. When he
    put it to my mouth I started to spit it out but saw mom watching me. I
    knew I had better do what my cousin wanted me to do so I started to
    suck it as soon as it touched my lips, quieting my crying. I sat in the
    sandbox sucking my pacifier wearing just a wet diaper and plastic pants
    playing with my baby cousin, but who is the baby now?

    Mom said it was time to eat dinner. Mom had me by the hand leading me
    to the house. I felt my diaper sagging with every step; it was soaked
    with my pee. I must have peed even more than I thought. When we walked
    into the kitchen mom picked me up and sat me in my cousin’s old
    highchair as my aunt fastened the safety belt, followed by the tray. I
    watched my cousin climb into my old booster seat to sit at the table. I
    cried that I wanted to sit at the table. “I am a big boy, too!” Mom
    said that since I was wearing diapers I needed to sit where babies sit.
    I said I wanted my big-boy pants since I was a big boy, not a baby. Mom
    asked me if my diaper was dry. If it was she would give my big-boy
    pants back.

    Mom said my potty training will begin when I have a dry diaper after
    two hours. If I can hold my pee for two hours like my cousin then I can
    be potty trained. If I wet before two hours I am not ready to be potty
    trained and need to stay diapered and treated like a little baby.

    I watched my cousin feed himself and drink from an opened top cup while
    mom fed me three jars of baby food and held my bottle while I drank
    from it. I was so ashamed but what could I do, run away wearing diapers
    and plastic pants where could I run? After dinner mom changed my wet
    diaper on my cousin’s unused changing table with my cousin watching. My
    cousin said, “me a big boy, me pee in the potty not my pants.” My aunt
    told me, “That’s why you wear big-boy pants, not diapers. Diapers are
    for babies.” My cousin said, “Yeah, diapers are for babies.”

    After my diaper change mom led me back home where I played in the
    playpen until bedtime. When mom led me to my room I saw my new crib for
    the first time. I started to cry to mom, “Why am I a baby now? I want
    to be a big boy.” Mom said I should not have taken my cousin’s diapers
    and worn them but since I did she knows how to handle my misbehavior.
    My wet diaper was changed for a thick night diaper followed by a thin
    sleeper that zipped up the back out of my reach. Mom put me in my new
    crib, raising the side and sealing me in for the night. Mom handed me
    my night bottle and I started to drink without resisting. It was normal
    for me to drink from a bottle now.

    In less than twenty-four hours I have been turned into an un-potty-
    trained toddler, not a nine-year-old big boy, all because I was curious
    about diapers and getting caught. Now because of my small bladder and
    mom’s potty training rule of I must have a dry diaper for two hours
    before she would start my potty training.

    As I slept I dreamed of being a big boy again, not a baby, but then I
    woke up sucking a pacifier and it was so relaxing and calming I
    continued to suck until mom came in to let me out. Mom changed my
    soaked night diaper for training pants. I thought I was going to be a
    big boy again. Until mom put me in the highchair and started to feed me
    breakfast. I suddenly felt the need to poop and told mom. Mom told me I
    had to hold it until after breakfast. I was just about done eating when
    a little poop came out. I got scared and clamped down to stop it. Then
    as I relaxed a little the whole load came out into my diaper as pee
    flowed at the same time. I could not stop it with both happening at the
    same time. Mom said, “I smell poopy. Baby has poopy, don’t he?”

    I cried big time until mom put my bottle in my mouth saying she would
    change my diaper when I finished my bottle. I was now just like a baby.
    I pooped in my diaper, not wanting to, but poop came out anyway. From
    that time on mom would check my diaper every hour. If I was wet she
    would change me, telling me to try to hold it longer, or I would not
    get out of being a baby. Two months later I could hold it about an hour
    and a half, no longer, and school was going to start in three weeks.

    I did not want to go to school wearing diapers so I tried not to wet or
    mess but it happened anyway. I could not control it. Wetting was the
    hardest. Poop happened only after breakfast, so one poopy diaper a day
    and 9 to 12 wet diapers a day put me in the “not ready to potty train”
    group. Mom said when I get down to 4 to 5 wet diapers a day I will be
    ready to potty train, not until then. I kept forgetting to hold my pee.
    I would be playing when it happened. I was wetting my diaper so often
    my bladder did not grow past the one and a half hour point. Every one
    and a half hours my diaper was wet no matter how hard I tried. Pee just
    came out into my diaper. Sometimes I would know when it happened,
    sometimes not. My cousin started to ask me if I wet my diaper every
    fifteen minutes. That helped keep me dry but the three weeks went by so
    fast. I was still not ready for the potty when school started. I had to
    go to sixth grade wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants. In 1964 they
    had few disposable diapers so mom made arrangements for the nurse to
    change me at lunchtime. The cloth diapers I wore were good and thick. I
    only needed one diaper change a day at school. I never poop at school,
    but three or four times on my walk home poop came out in my diaper. The
    school year went by so quickly and before I knew it school was out for
    the summer.

    During the summer of 1964 I was getting close to my goal of having two
    hours of keeping my diaper dry. My cousin was three and a half years-
    old. He was an expert at using the potty, never having an accident in
    more than a year, not even a wet bed. He could dress himself feed
    himself even tie his own shoes. I was not aloud to do any of these
    things because I was still wearing diapers and mom did not want more of
    a mess to clean up. Mom dressed me every morning in my clothes she
    picked out if I wore clothes that day. Most days I wore just diapers
    and plastic pants that helped to cut down on the laundry and to shame
    me out of diapers. She would even spoon feed me most of the time,
    telling me I needed to stop wetting my diaper like a baby, then I will
    be allowed to feed myself.

    Mom told me I was going to have to go to daycare once or twice a week
    to help with my potty training. It was not fun for me, either. In the
    early sixties older diapered kids were not accepted with the regular
    kids his own age; the diapered kid stayed with the babies. My cousin
    was in the preschool, not the nursery school with me.

    The other older kids never saw me at daycare that much. The nursery
    school was the first door to the right and nobody went in that door
    because they were told anyone under twelve would be automatically
    diapered and spent the rest of the day diapered. I was always the first
    one at the school so they never got the chance to tease me. I played
    quietly with the babies. I showed them how to play with all kinds of
    toys. I became their leader until they were potty trained and left the
    class.

    At home my cousin told me what I could play with and what I could not.
    He was the boss of me there. Checking my diapers every half hour or so
    and changing me when I needed changed, even poopy diapers, but I don’t
    poop in my diapers that much. I am almost a big boy. Every morning mom
    would put me on my own potty chair with a safety belt to make sure I
    stayed where she put me. I would spend ten minutes sitting on my potty
    and poop to make her happy and keep her off my back about being such a
    baby. She would wipe my bottom and diaper me for play.

    By the time school started I way doing seventh-grade school work and I
    was in plastic training pants, keeping my pants dry for two hours, and
    after three months I could wear cloth training pants, no plastic
    protective outer cover. Seventh grade classes were okay. The teenagers
    were good to me, not teasing me. I could help them with their work and
    make their understanding of their work easier.

    I was still a bedwetter, so I still slept diapered in a crib either at
    my house or my cousin’s house.

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Are you pantsless at home while in diapers? | Always Usually Sometimes Rarely Never I do not wear diapers
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