    LIFE WITH MY AUNT

    Summary: Boy has to live with a strict aunt that treats him to diaper
    punishment in front of his little cousins and others.

    	My name is Donny. When I was nine-years-old I had to go live with
    my Aunt Betty and my little cousins. They were only two and three-
    years-old. Billy was two and big for his age and Bobby was almost my
    size. Bobby looked like a three-year-old, not a two-old. I looked like
    a six-year-old, only 44” tall and 45 pounds. I knew I was in trouble
    because I was a bedwetter and I knew how my aunt treated boys that wet.
    	I remember one year ago we visited them when Bobby and I were
    playing he wet his pants. His mom was really mad and spanked his for
    it. She then quickly diapered him in front of everyone, telling him
    what a baby he was. He was crying really hard so his mom put a pacifier
    in his mouth and warned him he would get spanked if he removed it. He
    had to play wearing nothing but a thick cloth diaper and plastic pants
    sucking a pacifier. He kept his diaper clean and dry for three and a
    half hours. All the way until after he was fed his dinner. He had to
    sit in his brother’s highchair and eat what his mom fed him she told
    him this is the way she treats little babies that wet their diapers.
    His mom when she released him from the highchair asked if he needed the
    potty he said yes. After he used the potty his mom gave him a Pull-up
    and told him if he keeps it clean and dry until morning he gets his big
    boy pants back. But if it is wet he needs diapers not training pants.
    	My aunt ran a daycare center next to her house that was a boy’s-
    only daycare, boys one year to twelve years old. It was split into four
    classes: babies, toddlers, big boys, and preteens. Babies are boys not
    yet potty trained, toddlers are potty trained boys up to age four, big
    boys are five to 9 year olds, preteens are ten to twelve year olds.
    	My first day at my aunt’s was a Sunday. She showed me where I
    would sleep and where I would be playing since the daycare class was
    not there. My cousins could play together with the big boy toys. I was
    having so much fun I did not realize until it was almost too late I
    needed to pee. I told Billy I needed to pee. He told me I would have to
    go to the house to use the bathroom; all the bathrooms here are locked
    up. I ran as fast as I could but had wet pants long before I opened the
    door to go in. My aunt looked at me and asked what happened. Just then
    Billy and Bobby came in and saw me in wet pants and asked if Donny is
    getting in trouble. My aunt said, “Well, since it is his first time he
    will not be in diapers, but he will need to wear Pull-ups and prove he
    is a big boy not a baby.”
    	I cried, asking and pleading not to be put in Pull-ups but my
    aunt told me, “Rules are rules and the rule is if you wet your pants
    you are treated like a baby. But since you did not know I will give you
    a break this time only. From now on, if you wet your pants at anytime
    you will be back in diapers for three weeks. If you are in diapers you
    are a baby and treated like a baby until you are potty trained.” As she
    was putting my new clothes on she told me some of the rules:

    1.	If you are not wearing underpants you are a baby.
    2.	If you wet your pants your put back in diapers and treated like a
    baby.
    3.	If you are a baby you wear baby clothes and use nothing but baby
    things.
    4.	If you are a baby you go to baby class to play with babies.
    5.	If you are a baby big boys are your boss.
    6.	If you are a baby potty training starts every three weeks. If you
    fail you wait until the next class.
    7.	If you are a baby in my house you can not be in a room alone
    without being in a crib, highchair or playpen.

    	I knew I was in trouble since I have always had trouble keeping
    my pants dry, needing to pee every hour or so. After my aunt cleaned me
    up and put the Pull-up on me she told me it was dinnertime she led me
    to the kitchen where she put me in a highchair. I protested kicking and
    crying but she was much stronger and I could not stop her. I was crying
    so hard I did not realize she had put a bib around my neck. My cousins
    sat in their booster seats and had started to eat their dinner. I was
    still crying ten minutes later when my aunt started to spoon feed me.
    At first I refused to open my mouth until I was told I would not get
    out of the highchair until I was finished eating.
    	The food my aunt was feeding me was some kind of baby food that
    tasted bad and I had trouble eating it. My face was becoming a mess
    from me trying to get the bad tasting food to stay in my mouth. It took
    a half hour for me to be fed four jars of food the last being peaches,
    which I eagerly ate; they were so good. Then I had to suck on a bottle
    my aunt held and would not let me hold. She told me since I was wearing
    training pants past the age of two I would be treated like a baby.
    	I cried when she told me what I had to do to get my big boy
    underpants back. If I can’t hold my pee for two hours I would be put
    back in diapers and be in the baby class. She said she set the timer
    when she put my Pull-up on and when it dings she will take me to the
    potty. I needed to pee now and I would not be able to hold it much
    longer. As I was released from the highchair pee flowed into my Pull-
    ups. I did not want anyone to find out but I was grabbed by my aunt she
    checked my Pull-up. I was in trouble now being led to a new room that I
    have not seen before. It was the nursery with a crib, changing table,
    baby clothes of all sizes and baby toys.
    	I was lying on the changing table in seconds with a strap over my
    chest having my wet Pull-up being removed. My aunt cleaned me up and
    put a size 5 Huggies on my and they fit my skinny butt just right. Then
    I was dressed in a light cotton footed sleeper that zipped up the back
    making it impossible for me to remove. I was then lowered to the floor
    and told to go play. My cousins said they don’t play with babies; they
    are big boys.
    	I had to play by myself with baby toys because that is all they
    would let me have. I was whimpering so much my aunt put a pacifier in
    my mouth. At first I refuse it but after a few minutes I was sucking
    happily playing with the baby toys forgetting where I was and what I
    was doing. After an hour of playing my aunt led me to my new room and
    put me in the crib.
    	In my new bed my aunt explain the rule babies sleep in cribs but
    if I could get out I could sleep in the toddler bed in the corner of
    the room. The side of the crib was pulled up I was handed a bedtime
    bottle. My aunt waited until I lied down and started to take my bottle.
    She watched me a few minutes as I was getting closer to sleep with
    every minute. By the time she had turned out the light and closed the
    door I was asleep.
    	The next morning I woke up and tried to climb out of the crib but
    the sleepers legs were sown together just above the knees and I could
    not get over the top rail. I was in this crib until someone let me out.
    I needed to poop very badly so I called to my aunt. I tried to stop the
    poop with my hands over my butt. No matter what I did poop was going
    into my wet diaper. I started to cry as my aunt and cousin came into
    the room asking what was wrong. They knew as soon as they opened the
    door smelling my dirty wet diaper.
    	My aunt put my pacifier in my mouth quieting me some, telling me
    she is going to make it better. She picked me up and put me on the
    changing table and changed my diaper telling me it’s was okay accidents
    happen. She dressed me in baby style clothes and led me to my waiting
    highchair where I was fed my breakfast. I was allowed to hold my bottle
    this time. My face and bib were still messy because my aunt fed me so
    fast; I could not eat the baby oatmeal that fast.
    	Breakfast was over; it was 6:00AM. The daycare would be open in a
    few minutes so I was led to the baby class while my cousin went to the
    toddler class. I did not want to be in the baby room but being dressed
    in diapers and baby clothes I had no choice. As soon as Miss Wells the
    caretaker came to the room she removed my clothes leaving me wearing
    only a tee shirt and diapers.
    	I started to play with the baby toys having fun and forgot where
    I was. Soon there were five other baby boys playing in the room. No one
    even noticed me being a big baby until diaper check time. I was the
    first to be checked and found to be wet so I was changed on the
    changing table with out as much notice. No one cared that the big baby
    was wet. The others were checked too but they were dry.
    	Then it was snack time. I was given a cookie and a bottle and
    told I’d better do as I was told. I ate my cookie and drank my bottle
    like a good little boy. I felt my diaper warm and knew I was wetting
    but it was okay as potty training is not until three weeks so I can use
    my diaper when I need to potty.
    	At lunchtime highchairs were brought out and I was again spoon-
    fed my meal. As I ate my lunch I felt the need to poop so I poop
    knowing it would be taken care of soon. After I finished my bottle
    Miss. Wells changed my diaper without a word said. She changed all the
    diapers and said naptime. We were all put in our cribs and give
    bottles. I fell asleep soon after my bottle was finished. I woke up
    sucking my pacifier and Miss Wells changing my wet diaper.
    	I played in the baby room by myself the rest of the afternoon,
    getting three more wet diaper changes. I did not know they kept a daily
    record of diaper changes on the board next to the door. When the last
    boy was picked up by his mom Miss Wells changed my diaper and dressed
    me in the baby clothes my aunt had dressed me in this morning. As Miss.
    Wells led me out of the room I saw the board. My name had four more
    marks for diapers use than the other babies.
    	Miss. Wells told my aunt I was a good baby all day ate what he
    was fed and did not cry. While they talked my aunt had a hold of my
    hand I stood there while my diaper had that familiar warm feel. I just
    waited until my aunt led me to her house with my cousins walking with
    us.
    	My diaper was checked as soon as we entered the house. My aunt
    changed my diaper with the help of Billy and Bobby. They handed her
    what she asked for baby wipes, lotion, powder, and diaper. I was
    sucking a pacifier most of the time now and did not care if my cousins
    saw me.

    THREE WEEKS LATER

    	I woke up in my crib wearing nothing but my wet, messy diaper
    like I always have in the past week. My aunt told me it was potty
    training day as she cleaned me, up dressing me in Pull-ups and a tee
    shirt, telling me I need to tell her when I need to potty. She told me
    the potty rules:

    1.	I am allowed five accidents the first day four the next day three
    the next day two the next day one the next and none the final
    day.
    2.	If I fail at anytime I will be back with the babies for three
    more weeks, even if I pass potty training and go back with the
    big boys I have one accident I well go back with the babies for
    three weeks.
    3.	While in potty training I get to use a training cup, not a
    bottle.
    4.	Messy pants is automatic failure of potty training and it’s back
    to diapers.
    5.	Bed wetting: if I wet the bed I have to sleep in a crib wearing
    diapers until I stay dry for one year.
    6.	Bedtime for babies that still wet their bed is 8:00PM till
    6:30AM; there are no exceptions.
    7.	Crib kids must take their night bottle to help them get to sleep.
    8.	Only after you pass potty training can you be a big boy and stop
    using baby things.

    With my new training pants and tee shirt on I sat in my highchair being
    fed my breakfast just like I have since I came to live with my aunt.
    This day was no different than all the rest. I wet and messed pants as
    I ate my breakfast, forgetting I was in potty training. My aunt handed
    me my bottle and I started to suck on it while everyone else ate their
    breakfast. I was halfway done with my bottle when I asked, “what about
    my training cup?” Aunt Betty asked me, “What about the poop in your
    pants?” Then I realized I had pooped and wet so I started to whimper as
    I sucked my bottle, knowing I was still a baby. My baby life continued
    I really did not want to go with the big boys now because I was scared
    that I would wet my pants in front of them. I wanted to stay in the
    baby class even if my cousin were younger and in the toddler class. I
    was afraid to even go with them to their class. I had the potty
    capability of a baby so I will stay in the baby class and be happy
    until I can figure out how to use the potty again.

    I did not want fail again so I will stay in the baby class.