    Spencer's First Christmas

    Prologue

    	Spencer Hayland was a blond haired, blue eyed small boy of 9. A
    few months ago he told his mom and stepdad that he loves diapers. When
    he told then that he likes diapers, he was surprised that his mom and
    stepdad didn't send him to a shrink. Matter of fact, they just bought
    him youth Attends, and was as normal as can be.
    	Spencer, who lives with his mom, Diane and his stepdad, Carl
    Durham, was happier now. Spencer's schoolwork improved and he was
    getting along with Diane and Carl. Carl and Diane didn't mind him in
    just his Attends and even his bedroom was neater.
    	 One night, Spencer was surfing the net, when he saw nursery
    furniture for sale. He looked at the website and thought this is cool.
    He was reading the website, then closed it to look at it later. He was
    chatting with friends on DPF and was reading stories from Deeker and
    the 'Playpen' (editor's note. The URL for THE PLAYPEN is
    www.playpen.x5g.com/cgi-bin/ikonboard//ikonboard.cgi ) until his
    stepdad told him it was time for bed.
    	Spencer gave Carl and his mom a hug, then went to his bedroom.
    Diane and Carl talked about work (he was a vice president of a small
    retail chain, she was a secretary for a law office.) when Diane said,
    "I would love to baby Spencer. I think his attitude is better since he
    told us."
    	Carl said, "I was going to see if you would like to move, love.
    That house we like on White Birch Lake is for sale. Five bedrooms, 3
    baths and it comes with a boat house. I think we should look at it."
    	Diane looked at Carl and asked about the price, so Carl told her
    it was $650,000. "The owners got transferred to Texas, so they want to
    sell it. I was talking to the realtor and we can see it tomorrow. We
    just got an offer to sell 7 of our stores, so we want to. John wants to
    retire and I just want to relax and be a dad for Spencer. I can handle
    the 3 stores we will be keeping. I'm going to be the Chairmen of the
    Board, so I'll be home."
    	Diane said, "When tomorrow can we see it? Should Spencer see it?
    You don't mind if I stay home with Spencer?"
    	Carl said, "Not at all. Besides, I bet he'd love to get babied
    more. He takes more baths than showers. With 5 acres he can run around
    the yard in just diapers only. Anyway, the house is on the web, the
    realtor told me. Lets see it." Carl took Diane in his arms and said, "I
    love you, darling!"
    	They went to the computer and Carl and Diane saw the webpage for
    the nursery furniture. Carl looked at Diane and said, "Wow, did you
    know about this?'
    	Diane said, "Golden Eagle Furniture's TB Nursery group is made
    for your Teen Baby. Depending on your baby, the nursery can be made to
    your baby's need. Quality construction means it lasts. I wonder if he
    wants a nursery."
    	Carl said, "Maybe. I did see something that he left on here 3
    days ago. I guess he is writing a story for Deeker called 'All I want
    for Christmas...' I do have to say it is well written. It is a story
    who asks Santa to bring a nursery for him for Christmas.
    	Diane said, "I hope he'll let me see it. I know Spencer is
    happier as a diapered teen. I know I was busy trying to keep food on
    the table. I wished Spencer had me home while he is growing up." Diane
    looked at the house on the web and said, "That's the view from the
    master bedroom?"
    	Carl said, "The Master bedroom suite is on its own level. The
    suite comes with a bathroom suite with a Jacuzzi tub, two showers, gas
    fireplace, French doors to a balcony and a nursery with monitors.
    Hmm...a nursery, maybe Spencer would love that."
    	Diane looking at the house said, "650,000 for it. It looks good.
    I hope it is half as good as it is in the pictures. It looks like a
    steal."
    	Carl said, "I didn't tell you that the sister to this house on 1
    acre sold a year ago for 1.7 Million. I think this is a great deal."
    	While Diane and Carl were downstairs, Spencer, in just his
    Attends and nothing else thought about that webpage he saw. 'That would
    be cool sleeping in a crib and having mom and Carl baby me. I love
    being a baby. My online friend said it is better than being a gang
    member,' Spencer thought to himself. He drifted off to sleep dreaming
    about being a baby.
    	Soon Diane and Carl went to bed.
    	When morning came, Spencer got up and took off his Attends. He
    then took a shower and put on his white briefs - he would love to wear
    his Attend to school, but his folks said that he might be laughed at.
    He put on his jeans and a blue and white checked button down shirt, and
    went downstairs to the kitchen. "Morning Mom and Dad," he said.
    	Carl gave him a kiss and said, "Morning, son. Had a nice dream
    last night?" Carl looked at his watch and said, "Got to go. Dear, see
    you at 11:00."
    	His mom, giving him a plateful of eggs and bacon said, "Morning
    honey. Bye, love. See you there." She poured herself another cup of
    coffee and sat down next to Spencer. Soon, Spencer finished and started
    to walk to school. 'Ho hum, I hate this dumb place,' he thought to
    himself. 'Wish I was home-schooled like Kees is. I guess he doesn't
    live around here.'
    	In the car, Carl called up the realtor to tell her that they were
    coming to see the house at 11:00. The realtor, Kristen Everaard, was
    changing her son when the phone rang. Kees, a 10 year old TB, was blond
    hair blue eyes and looked at his mom. "I'll be fine mommy," he said
    around his pacifier.
    	"Everaard Companies, how may I help you?" Kristen said answering
    the phone. She listened to Carl, then said, "11:00? That would be fine.
    I believe the house is worth thrice as much. You won't be disappointed.
    See you then." She looked at Kees, who was shooting a stream of urine
    into the air. She laughed then said, "I have to finish getting my son
    ready for the day. See you at 11:00." She hung up the phone then went
    to the changing table where Kees was crying.
    	"I just wish I wasn't a fountain, mom," Kees said, his pacifier
    next to him. I love being your and dad's baby, but I wish I would spray
    everything."
    	"Don't worry, dad and I are used to it. Lets give you another
    bath and a quick diaper change." Kristen carried Kees to the bathroom
    and washed him.