    The Boy In the Diaper

    Chapter 1

    I used to get just about everything I wanted. If my mom
    would say "no" to something, I'd complain and jump around
    until she'd give in.
    	When I was 8 years old, I was in second grade. My
    teacher & mother noticed my grades were dropping. It was
    concluded that I needed to wear glasses. I hated wearing
    them so I would pout and scream whenever my mother tried to
    make me wear them. I would eventually get my way. Besides, I
    didn't notice much of a difference in my eyesight with or
    without the glasses.
    	When the end of the school year came around, I got a
    terrible report card. That's when my mother put her foot
    down and said that I must wear the glasses. They were
    originally just for wearing in school, as punishment she was
    making me wear them all the time.
    	I then started screaming & crying saying "Mommy, I
    don't wanna wear these!" I jumped up and down in a tantrum.
    But this time my mother wasn't going to give in!
    	She walked up to the attic and came down with a half
    full package of Pampers disposable diapers. Those belonged
    to my younger sister. After she was potty trained, my mother
    put the remaining diapers in the attic.
    	At first, I thought nothing of it. I was too busy
    trying to get her to let me take these stupid glasses off.
    Then she dragged me by my arm into my bedroom. She told me
    to take everything off except my glasses. I removed my
    shirt, then, as soon as I dropped my pants down to my ankles
    to take them off, she unfolded a diaper and laid it on my
    bed, sat me on top of it and fastened the diaper tapes on
    both sides of my waist.
    	As she stood me up, I looked down at the diaper. Oh, my
    gosh! This was worse than wearing glasses! I looked up at
    her and with a very serious face, she said, "Now, you are
    grounded, you will wear that diaper for the whole summer." I
    didn't think that was REALLY gonna happen. I thought if I
    keep complaining enough, everything would turn to normal.
    	Then she added, "And, if I see you trying to take it
    off, I'll give you a good licking with THIS!" and she held
    up a metal hangar. I definitely didn't want that!
    	She turned around and walked away. I started after her.
    My pants were still down around my ankles. They were sweat
    pants so I could still take a fairly regular stride but not
    much. With each step I took I could hear the diaper crinkle
    really loudly. It had the sent of baby powder.
    	As I walked toward the kitchen where my mother was,
    Tears started welling up in my eyes. I looked up at her and
    said "Mommy, I don't wanna wear a diaper."
    	My mother said, "Well, you're gonna! From now on, once
    you're grounded, your grounded!"
    	From under my glasses, the tears started flowing down
    my cheeks. I started to wipe them, but more and more just
    started trickling. As I cried I began to whine. I slowly
    went back to my room bawling and could still hear my diaper
    crinkling as I walked.
    	I bent over, folded my arms on top of my bed. I buried
    my face in my arms and began sobbing. I knew that this time,
    my mother meant it!
    	The tears dripped from my eyes and began to collect on
    the lenses of my glasses. My diapered butt was sticking
    upwards as I stood bent over the bed's edge. My mother came
    up behind me, stood and watched me for a few moments. She
    then started to spank me. I just stayed right where I was
    and started sobbing a little harder. After she hit my butt
    about ten times, she grabbed me by the arm and lead me to
    the corner.
    	She put me there facing the wall and said, "You'll
    stand in the corner until dinner time." Then she went back
    to her work in the kitchen. The tears on my glasses were now
    dripping onto my cheeks followed by several more from my
    eyes.
    	I stood there looking at the two walls and at the
    frames of my glasses which I wasn't used to seeing. I vainly
    whipped some of the tears from my soaking wet face pushing
    the glasses up to get my fingers under them. When I took my
    hand away, they dropped back in place on my nose. Then more
    tears started flowing to replace those I had just wiped.
    	The smell and sound of the diaper continually reminded
    me of it's presence.
    	An hour or so later, my mother stood in the doorway.
    "All right, come on out here for dinner," she said. Weeping
    mildly, with the pants still down around my ankles, I turned
    around and walked to the doorway, past my mother and she
    followed me to the kitchen.
    	My 6-year-old sister, Angie, was sitting at the table
    waiting for dinner. At one end of the table was a high-
    chair. I had a pretty good idea of who was going to be
    sitting in it! "Nooooo, Mommy!!!!" I said in a whining tone
    as more tears began to form. She sat me in the chair,
    fastened its safety belt, locked the tray into position, and
    tied a bib around my neck. I began to pout.
    	Angie had a glass of soda. I asked my mom for some.
    "No, babies drink from a bottle" she said as she handed me a
    baby bottle. It had been a long time since I'd used one of
    these. I had a hard time remembering how.
    	My mom said "If you're gonna act like a baby, I'm gonna
    FEED you like a baby!" She spoon-fed me while Angie got to
    eat like a big kid.
    	When we were done with dinner, mom took me out of the
    highchair and without taking off my bib, she had me lean
    forward and place my hands on the edge of the kitchen table.
    She started spanking me again followed with a slap on my
    face. "Now you can just stay there like that for a while!"
    she said. More tears trickled down my cheeks and dripped
    onto the table.
    	After the kitchen was cleaned, I was still leaning on
    the table's edge with my butt awaiting to be spanked again.
    Mom gave me another spanking along with some good old
    fashioned castor oil. Still wearing my bib, I spent the rest
    of the night crying and complaining to her trying to be let
    out of my punishment. Of course it was all to no avail. The
    diaper's smell and crinkling noise was a constant reminder
    of its presence.
    	Later, Mom sat me in a small wooden chair in the middle
    of the living room floor. "You can just sit there and cry!"
    she said. That's what I did for about an hour. I couldn't
    play, I couldn't watch TV, I could only sit there. As it was
    called "The punishment chair."
    	Then my mother took me by the arm and brought me to the
    bathroom and told me to get washed for bed. I did and she
    brought me into my bedroom and with me still in my diaper,
    glasses, pants around my ankles, and bib, put me in bed. I
    wanted to ask if I could at least take my glasses off but I
    knew she'd decline so I didn't even bother.
    	Mom turned out the light and left the room closing the
    door behind her. I wept quietly to myself. I looked toward
    the window and saw that it was still twilight. I could even
    still hear the other kids outside playing. I've never gone
    to bed when it was still light out or before any other kids
    in the neighborhood. I figured that was just another
    consequence of being a baby.

    Chapter 2

    	The next morning, my mother came into the room to wake
    me up. As I got out of bed I asked, "Mommy, can I take my
    diaper off now?"
    	"No, I said you'll wear that diaper for the whole
    summer," she said That started me crying again.
    	As I came into the kitchen I saw Angie sitting there
    awaiting to see me in my glasses, bib, diaper, and pants
    down around my ankles. The crinkly noise of the diaper
    announced to her that I was coming. Mom put me into the
    highchair and Angie just sat there with a feint smirk as she
    watched the tears trickle down my face.
    	After breakfast, Angie went out to play with her
    friends and I had to stay in the house grounded. I stood
    there at the window in my diaper and watched all the fun I
    was missing. My friends were all out playing. They were
    roller-skating, playing baseball, bike riding, swimming,
    etc. And I couldn't go out because I had a diaper on!
    	I began blubbering, and walked up to my mom and said,
    "Mommy, I don't wanna wear a diaper, I wanna go out and
    play."
    	She grabbed my arm and stuck me in the corner, saying
    "You just come over here and stand in that corner!" I then
    started sobbing uncontrollably louder.
    	This is what things were gonna be like for me. Grounded
    in a diaper. My mom finally let me take the sweat pants off
    my ankles. She allowed me to take off the diaper to take a
    bath but I still had to keep my glasses on.
    	A couple weeks later, my mom was baby sitting the
    neighbors' kid Jimmy. My sister would play with him when he
    came over. I was pretty board having to sit around the hot
    house in diapers, so with a pouty look and tears on my face
    I asked Angie, "Can I play with you and Jimmy"?
    	"You can't because you're grounded." she answered.
    	I walked up to my mother and said with a tear-filled
    face, "Mommy, I wanna go outside."
    	"What, do you want to go out in a diaper and have
    everybody laugh at you"" she replied. I started sobbing and
    walked away.
    	The next day was a rainy day and Jimmy was over again.
    I thought he and my sister would play with me because they
    wouldn't be going out either. They were in her room doing
    head stands & somersaults. I asked if I could play with them
    and Angie said, "You can't because you got glasses." She was
    right, these glasses were big on me and could fall off
    easily.
    	I went up to my mother, and asked her if I could take
    them off. "No" was her reply.
    	"But Mommy", I said, "Angie and Jimmy are playing
    gymnastics and I can't play with my glasses on!"
    	She then said, "Well, that's part of being punished." I
    walked away sobbing.
    	Later, they were playing hide-and-seek. Again, I asked
    Angie if I could play and she said, "You can't because your
    diaper is too loud and crinkly and it'll give away our
    hiding spot." Weeping, I took a loud and crinkly walk up to
    my mother and asked again if I can take my diaper off. After
    she spanked me for asking again, I walked away looking down
    at and listening to my diaper announcing my presence
    everywhere I went.
    	Because of all the tears dripping off my face, my mom
    made me wear a dribble bib with the word "Baby" printed on
    it in large colorful letters. After pleading with her a
    couple times throughout the day she finally said, "I've just
    about had enough of you!" She spanked me and stood me in the
    corner for the rest of the day.

    Chapter 3

    	One Saturday, came a family outing. That is with the
    exception of me. Because my mom, dad, and sister would be
    all away for the day, they hired a teenage girl to babysit
    me. Mother explained that I wasn't allowed outside, had to
    stay diapered, etc.
    	The babysitter's name was Kathy. I couldn't seem to get
    through to her that I was an 8-year-old kid. She kept
    treating me like I was 2. She'd coo at me, make me watch TV
    shows for toddlers, wouldn't let me play with anything that
    was small enough to fit in my mouth, and when she'd get mad,
    call me "diaperhead."
    	This was an extremely hot day. Walking around in a
    thick diaper made it much worse!
    	Kids were outside playing, swimming, bike riding. But
    all I could do was sit around in a diaper, grounded, as was
    my whole summer.