    The Baby Ranch – Prologue

    	'Thank you Grandparents,' I thought to myself as I drove my F-350
    Dualie Crew cab pick up through the gates of the 'LAZY S RANCH.' The
    'LAZY S', a 4750 acre cattle ranch and farm in Montana's BIG OPEN
    COUNTY - the EASTERN PART of Montana - was founded by my relatives in
    the 1860s. My dad or my uncles didn't like ranching, so my dad moved to
    Glasgow, Montana and opened up a boat showroom. My granddad knew I
    loved this place, so when they decided to retire, they sold me the
    ranch, lock, stock and barrel.
    	Driving up the driveway, I thought I saw a boy walking in the
    field. When I looked again, the boy was gone, so I thought I was
    dreaming. I parked the truck in front of the house - a 5 bedroom 2
    story farmhouse with a wrap around porch - and went in, carrying my
    bags.
    	Opening the door, I looked around the house. The house, built in
    1989, was modern with a large country kitchen with island, a great
    room, dining room, office, a laundry area with bath area and a guest
    bath on the downstairs, while upstairs was a huge Master bedroom with
    master bath, and 4 good sized bedrooms with 2 bathrooms between the
    bedrooms.
    	I walked up the stairs and drop the bags in the master bedroom. I
    went back downstairs and went outside. I then went to the F-350, and
    got the Recreational Industries' Buffalo - a 6 wheeled ATC - from the
    bed of my truck. I got in the Buffalo and started it up and started to
    drive across the field.

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    The Baby Ranch -- Chapter 1

    	Crossing the fields, I went to check the barns and the
    outbuilding - including the bunkhouse, where the cowhands slept.
    Looking around, I saw the door to the bunkhouse opening and soon, I saw
    the boy. The boy looked at me, then said, "Sorry sir, I needed a place
    to sleep."
    	"That's okay. What are you doing here? Did you run away?" I
    looked at him and his jeans were wet.
    	"No sir, my mom put me on a Greyhound in Chicago and she give me
    a ticket to Glendive. My mom and her boyfriend didn't want me, but I
    didn't know what to do. I started to walk and since it was getting
    dark, I decided to go and sleep in a barn. I'm sorry, sir."
    	"Want to sleep in the house, son?" I asked him. My sister is an
    social worker in Illinois, so I decided to see if I could talk to her.
    "What is your name, son?"
    	The boy handed me an envelope, then said, "Mom gave me all the
    important papers. She said that she didn't want me, so she sent me
    away. Her boyfriend was a bigwig in a big company, so she wanted to be
    someone," he sniffed.
    	I looked at the envelope and saw that he was 'John Smith.' The
    boy looked to be about 9, and the birth certificate confirmed that. His
    birthday was 3 days ago. 'I doubt that his name is John Smith or his
    birthday was 3 days ago,' I thought to myself.
    	I looked at the boy and said, "What's your name, son? I'm Carl
    Selwyn."
    	"Hello, sir," the boy said, "I'm John Smith." John looked at me
    and then said, "At least that is what I've been told. I doubt my last
    name is Smith." John then peed his pants and left a wet spot on the
    floor. He started to cry and said, "Please don't hit me. I'm sorry. I
    didn't mean to." He sniffed.
    	"John," I said, "I am NOT going to hit you. Did your mom hit you
    when you wet?" I reached my hand to reassure him, but he was scared I
    guess he thought I would hit him.
    	"I guess you don't want ME around, either. Noone wants me." John
    sniffed. He picked up his backpack and said, "I'll leave."
    	I looked at John and said, "If you want to stay you can. I think
    you need a bath and your clothes needs washing. Where are you going to
    go?"
    	John looked at me and said, "You want me to stay? I guess you'll
    get mad at me. What'll your wife say?"
    	"I don't have a wife, son. If you want to stay you can but you'll
    have to obey the rules. One is that you'll sleep in the house, unless
    you ask to sleep out in the bunkhouse." I looked at John and said,
    "Another is that I want you to wear diapers. I should call my friend to
    see if he can give you a check up."
    	"Diapers?" John said. He looked at me with hope in his eyes. "I
    can stay with you?"
    	"Hopefully forever, son. Just because you wet, it doesn't bother
    me. Want a look around the ranch that we are part of?" I looked at him
    and thought that he was perfect. We walked over to the Buffalo and I
    was showing John the Buffalo, which is a 6 wheel drive.
    	John and I were talking about the Buffalo and then we got in and
    started up the unit. We drove around the ranch and soon we were talking
    about our ranch. We crossed the fields and soon, I decided to cross a
    stream - by going through the stream. John laughed, so I drove the
    Buffalo in the stream, getting us wet.
    	After a tour of the ranch, I said, "Want to go to the house? I
    think we need to get washed."
    	John said, "This is cool! I hope I can live here." John looked
    down and then looked at me. "Dad, will you baby me? I need..." I looked
    at John, and John thought I'd hate the idea. "I knew you'd hate me for
    that."
    	I said, "I would enjoy babying you, son." I headed back to the
    house, since I still need to call my sister who works in Illinois as a
    social worker. I hope if John is telling the truth, I can keep him. I
    should get Steve over here to give John a check up.
    	John said, "I'll be a happy baby for you. Mom and her boyfriends
    hated the fact that I bedwet. Mom punished me, and her boyfriends
    either ignore me or spanked me - or worse. I love the ranch, dad."

    The Baby Ranch -- Chapter 2

    	We drove up to the house, and John was amazed at the house. He
    got out of the Buffalo, then looked at the porch, which wrapped around
    two-thirds of the house. John looked at the porch and saw the swing on
    the porch. John turned to me and said, "This is cool!" He got off the
    Buffalo and climbed the steps to the porch.
    	I thought if John was amazed at the porch, I wonder what he would
    think of the house. I looked at John and said, "Like the porch? Want to
    sleep out here?" I cuddle with him on the porch, after I got off the
    Buffalo. "I hope you'll trust me, love?"
    	"I will, daddy," John said. "You want me to live here? Really?"
    He glazed into my eyes and said, "You don't mind me being a baby?"
    	"I don't mind," I said. "Want to see your bedroom?" I kissed him
    on the lips. I lifted him up and cradled him and opened the door to the
    ranch house. I carried him into the house and said, "Would baby like a
    bath giving by daddy?"
    	John smiled and said, "Yes dada!"
    	I took him upstairs and yes, I did have a nursery in the house. I
    took him in the nursery, which my grandparents had for my brother's
    son. I had some Pampers, so I took off his dirty clothes and gave John
    a bath in the nursery's bathroom.
    	After I bathed him, I dried him then took him to the changing
    table. He looked around the nursery and smiled. "My baby is going to be
    a happy little baby for daddy," I said as I put baby lotion and powder
    on him. I then put thick cloth diapers on him and plastic pants.
    	I saw he was surprised, so I told him that my nephew was a TB. He
    wanted to know what a TB was, so I told him that a TB was a teen or
    pre-teen who loves diapers and being a baby. He couldn't believe it, so
    he asked, "You don't mind if I was?"
    	"Nope, I want you to enjoy being a TB, love. For now, I want you
    to take a nap. I need to make some calls so I can adopt my son." I
    carried him to the crib and put him down for a nap. After covering him
    with a sheet, I kissed him and said, "In an hour, we can have dinner."
    I then left the room shutting the door.
    	I called my sister, who was a social worker in Illinois. I told
    her what I knew about John Smith. "Dee, see if you can get info on this
    boy. I found him in the bunkhouse. He said his mom and stepdad put him
    on a bus to Glendive. His mom and stepdad didn't like his wetting." I
    told her about his birth certificate and school paperwork and what John
    told me.
    	Dee said, "If you fax me what you have I'll get to work on it.
    Another mom who would rather be an executive's wife than a mom. I hope
    the idiot is worth it. Just because he might be incontinent, you don't
    throw him out."
    	I told Dee that I am calling Steve next to give John a check up.
    Dee like that idea, so I said, "Give Dan and the boys hugs for me. Come
    out to the ranch someday." I then hung up after Dee said they might.
    	I called Steve and Steve will be here in an hour. Steve, a
    childhood friend, grew up around here and wanted to be a doctor. Steve
    and I chatted for a bit, then I hung up the phone, after asking if he
    knew a social worker.
    	Steve told me about a social worker and he said that he'll bring
    her over. I got off the phone and faxed the papers to Dee, then started
    some spaghetti and sauce.
    	In Illinois, Dee Martensen was looking at the papers. 'I think I
    know who John is,' she thought. 'What a jerk John's mom is. John's good
    in school, but his mom and stepdad hates him. John'll get adopted by
    Carl.'
    	"Mom," a blond haired, blue eyed boy, who is dressed in cloth
    diapers, blue plastic pants and a onesie, said, "What's the matter? Dad
    was calling you."
    	Dee said, "Sorry, love. What does your dad want? Uncle Carl send
    me some papers. He found a throw away at his ranch." Dee put her 10
    year old son on her lap and said, "Your dad and I love you and you
    won't ever get kicked out." Dee kissed her son.
    	D.J. said, "Dad wants to know if you need anything at the store.
    He's going to Home Depot, so he wants to know if you need anything at
    Wal*Mart."
    	Dee said, "Some food, but I can get it tomorrow. Are you guys
    going?"
    	"We are," D.J. said.
    	"Ok, lets go shopping," Dee said. "We need some food for you
    guys."

    The Baby Ranch -- Chapter 3

    	Dee looked at her son, DJ, when Dee said, "I doubt Daddy will
    take you in just a wet diaper, honey." She grabbed DJ and carried him
    to his nursery, which he shared with his twin brothers - 8 year old
    Digby and Drew. Dee looked around the room and placed him on the
    changing table. She strapped him on the table and unsnapped his onesie.
    She gave DJ a kiss on his tummy and said, "Somebody is a good baby for
    his mommy and daddy." She unpinned the diapers and started to clean DJ
    up.
    	She got DJ all clean and then started to dress him. She put on
    cloth diapers, yellow plastic pants with teddy bears on them, and light
    green onesie. She then put on a pair of big boy jeans and a polo shirt.
    She then put socks on him and then his sneakers.
    	Dee looked at DJ and thought, 'We would never throw you out
    because of your or your brothers' incontinence. I hope you'll love your
    new cousin!' She unbuckled the strap and picked DJ up and told DJ,
    "Tell your brothers to get changed."
    	Dee's husband, Dan, was at the door to the nursery carrying
    Digby. "I was wondering where DJ was. I was going to change and dress
    Dig. Drew is in the playpen in a dry diaper. Do you want to go to
    Wal*Mart?" He kissed Dee and said, "Love you."
    	At the 'Lazy S', I woke up John and I saw he was wet. He looked
    at me and said, "Sorry, I know you don't want me either. No one wants
    someone like me." He looked at the floor.
    	I was thinking who made him into a depressed kid - just because
    he wets doesn't make him a bad boy. I looked at his wet diapers and put
    my right hand on his chin and lifted his face up to my face. I smiled
    and said, "I want you, John. Just because you sleep-wet doesn't mean
    anything. I want you to be my son. I told that you aren't the only boy
    who sleep-wets." I said, "Just because of incontinence, you should NOT
    be thrown away like yesterday's garbage."
    	John looked at me and said, "Do you mean that? No one was ever
    nice to me. My mom used to make fun of my wetting, my stepdad said that
    he was GLAD I wasn't his son and my mom said that my dad couldn't stand
    me." John hugged me and he started to cry.
    	I kissed him and said, "John, I will never say that. I hate
    seeing a cute boy cry." I smiled at him and I thought he was very cute
    in just diapers. "Want to get into a dry diaper? We can then look
    around at the Lazy S."
    	John looked at me and nodded his head, so I lifted him to the
    changing table and strapped him. I unpinned his soaked diapers and
    cleaned up around his penis and he giggled. I then lotioned and oiled
    him, then put on some cloth diapers and blue plastic pants. I looked at
    him and said, "My lovely BABY BOY! Would you like to be outside in just
    your diapers?"
    	John said, "Ok, daddy." I unstrapped him and we went outside and
    got onto the Buffalo and started it up.

    	In their Ford Excursion, Dan looked over at Dee and said,
    "Something bothering you at work, dear?" He reached over to her hand
    and kissed it.
    	Dee smiled and said, "Sorry, not at work, love. Carl founded a
    boy at the ranch and he faxed me paperwork on the boy. The mom and her
    husband sent him on a bus to Glendive and then the boy walked from
    there. Carl found him in one of the bunkhouses. Carl faxed me the
    papers the boy had. The mom's boyfriend is a VP of one of Chicago's
    best-known institution. I'm going to get Carl to adopt him."
    	"Your brother would make a great dad," Dan said. "I hope we can
    get up to Montana this summer. I think your brother would enjoy having
    a son to spoil." Dan looked at his boys and then said, "Like we do to
    ours."
    	Dee said "We?" She smiled.