    My Time with the Sitter

    Summary: Boy’s mom leaves the state for a month, leaving boy in the
    care of a friend. Boy wets the bed, and friend enhances the boy towards
    toddlerhood.

    The author would like to state, that he does not condone treating real
    children in this manner. This is his fantasy, the names are made up,
    and do not resemble anyone in particular. This is a piece of fiction.

    -squeak, 9/14/06

    When I was eight, I stayed at a friend of my mom's for what was
    supposed to have been for two weeks, while my mom went out of state.

    My mom's friend was Kimberly, she ran a daycare out of her home, but
    things were slow and she had no clients booked.

    Staying with strangers scared me, due to the fact I still wet the bed,
    something my mom had finally after much fried, made me wear diapers to
    bed for.

    All too soon the "goodbyes" and "be goods are done, and my mom is gone.

    "Well, let's get you settled in then." says Kimberly, with a cheerful
    smile.

    She picks up my suitcase and leads me to one of the bedrooms. A large
    size room, with white walls and kid prints in primary colours, with a
    youth bed at one end with Toy Story sheets and a closet. On the other
    end, a crib and changing table with a Lion King theme.

    She paused at the doorway, looking at the two beds, thinking. She puts
    my suitcase down on the youth bed with a muffled crinkle. I blushed
    slightly knowing what that sound was. Before I could protest, she
    opened my suitcase and started unpacking my things. My clothes and
    stuffed bear I had no issue with, but when she unpacks my two week
    night-time supply of diapers and my one-piece footie pajamas, something
    else my mom made me wear at night. She starts putting my clothes away
    in drawers of the dresser, puts my bear on the bed and grabs my stack
    of diapers and looks me over.

    "Only at night?" She asks suddenly.

    I hesitate for a moment and nod in mute embarrassment. She stacks my
    diapers atop the dresser and lays my pajamas on the bed. She tells me
    to look around, but not to go into her bedroom. I dutifully ask where
    the bathroom is, she then leads me through the house, then through her
    bedroom to the bathroom beyond. She snaps on the light, standard
    bathroom, large tub, sink, toilet, a rack of multi-coloured
    toothbrushes, and a largish toddler potty chair. I put my toothbrush
    away and return with her back to my new room.

    I played with toy, which all seem well used and yougish for me. No
    Legos only Duplos, ugh. She is in the kitchen.

    Kimberly calls me to dinner later, as I peeked timidly in the kitchen;
    I see dinner a dinner table with five chairs and a high chair. I sniff
    the aroma of pepperoni pizza, my favorite. Kimberly smiles, setting
    slices on my plate and eating myself stuffed.

    After cleaning up, we sat on the couch and watched Lion King until
    late. Finally as the credits are rolling and I let out a large yawn.
    She looks at me and says it's time for bed. I blush as she leads me to
    my bedroom and then stands there, watching me. I pause, looking at her
    waiting, then meekly mumble something about brushing my teeth. She
    smiles and nods, pointing towards her room and the bathroom. So I grab
    my pajamas off the bed and slip past her to go brush m y teeth and get
    dressed for bed privately.

    I get back to the bedroom with my one-piece "Winnie the Pooh" footie
    pajamas on and blush as she is standing there with diaper in hand.

    I try to explain that I don't need help doing that, but she counters by
    saying my mom wanted to be sure I was secure and not get anything wet.
    She then picks me up and carries me over to the changing table! She
    lays me down and firmly holds me down as I start to struggles. She
    straps me down with the safety strap and unsnaps my footies down the
    front and both legs. Then lifts my ankles with one hand and proceeds to
    diaper me like a baby. I start to cry.

    "Shhh" she says, tenderly.

    "I only want to make sure it's done right."

    When she is done powdering me and securing my diapers. She buttons me
    back up and carries me over to the youth bed and tucks me in amid the
    crinkle noises. of the water proof sheet and my diaper.

    The next morning I awake, wet as usual. I shuck off my pajamas and wet
    diaper, leaving them on the floor and get dressed in my play clothes. I
    find Kimberly in the kitchen making breakfast.

    "Hungry, sleepy head?" She asks me.

    I nod my head and climb onto a chair as she skips around cooking and
    leaves the room. She comes back in with a wet diaper bundled up and her
    mood isn't as pleasant.

    "So you were wet?"

    I look down at the table and quietly nod, ashamed.

    "You left your wet baby diaper in the middle of the floor. From now on
    when you get up, you will keep your baby diaper on until I can change
    you out of them." She said sternly.

    I chewed on my bottom lip and quietly eat breakfast, picking at my
    food, not feeling hungry anymore. After I am finished I go back to the
    bedroom to play, noticing the new diaper pail next to my bed. Turning
    my back to it I continue playing for an hour or so when the urge comes,
    so I get up and walk to the bathroom.

    I take care of my business, flush and dutifully wash my hands when she
    springs into the bathroom and grabs my ear. I yelp in surprise as she
    leads me out back through her room and into my bedroom.

    "You do NOT go into my room without permission! I made that clear that
    you are not to go into my room. From now on, I will be locking my
    bedroom door. You also left a mess, now go on, lunch is ready."

    She looked angry and frightening so I scooted down the hall to the
    kitchen as fast as I could. I get there to find lunch all set up. Two
    grilled cheese sandwiches and a sippy cup of milk, in front of a chair
    with a toddler booster seat. I sit and there pondering this when
    Kimberly enters and without a word, picks me up and sets me in the
    booster seat.

    "Now eat up and finish all of your milk, I need to dash to the corner
    store. I will be back very shortly."

    I nod and eat my sandwich while she is out, but I don't finish my milk
    and I go back to play. Alarmingly I feel a strong urge to pee again,
    and badly!

    I dash out of my bedroom, dancing madly to Kimberly’s bedroom, I'm
    squirming desperately as I grab the bedroom door handle and stop still
    in dread as the doorknob doesn't turn. Stunned I feel wetness, slowly
    at first, but spreading faster as my crotch gets wet. Then dribbling
    down my pant leg. I blink in surprise and realize I had wet my pants!

    Then the front door is rattling and I hear Kimberly is back.

    "I'm back!" She shouts, and begins looking for me as I scurry back to
    my bedroom. She finds me there, quickly noticing my sodden pants. She
    looks me over before saying.

    "Only at night, huh?"

    I stammer an apology, trying to tell her it was an accident, the door
    was locked, and I couldn't get to the bathroom. She wouldn't hear any
    of it, instead she smiles and soothingly shushes me as she picks me up
    and carries me to the changing table. I start to wiggle and cry but she
    firmly holds me down and she straps me down. She then pulls off my
    shirt and socks, and finally my wet pants and soaked underpants. By now
    I am sobbing hysterically and she continues to make soothing baby
    noises and telling me I will be alright, that I will be dry and snug
    soon. She cleans me up and liberally powders me and puts on of my
    night-time diapers on me.

    "There, all snug and dry"

    I quietly sob as she unstraps me and picks me up, ignoring my undressed
    condition, and carries me into the kitchen.

    "Someone didn’t finish his milk, we shall have to make baby some more."

    She carries me around as she gets a baby bottle and heats up some milk.
    She mixes some sort of powder into it and screws on the nipple and puts
    it to my lips.

    "Drink it all up or I'll get the spoon."

    Scared, I nurse at the bottles while she carries me around. I finish as
    I am feeling tired and worn out and she takes me to the bedroom.

    "Nap time." she says, as she lays me down.

    Not in the youth bed, but in the crib instead! She slides the rail up
    with a click and then seals me inside by way of a net that goes over
    the top.

    "Have a good nap; I'll see you when you awaken."

    She turns off the light and leaves the room. As I can't seem to keep my
    eyes open anymore, I fade into sleep.

    I wake up, lying on the changing table as Kimberly peels off my soaked
    diaper. I watch groggily as she gets a strange jar and pulls out a
    stranger pill from it, then lifts my ankles high and sticks it in my
    hiney! Powdering me and starts putting small holes in one of my diapers
    and sets it down as I lay there. She then goes to the closet and gets
    another package.

    "You’re a heavy wetter, going to have to use a doubler pad and two
    diapers until I can get you something better."

    I blink in confusion as she lifts my ankles again and slides the hole-
    ridden diaper under me and tapes it up, then get another diaper puts
    the insert in it and tapes that up around me as well. My legs can't
    touch now, the bulk is too great. I rub my eyes, trying to focus as she
    picks me and grabs another bottle from the kitchen that was already
    made, forcing it into my mouth.

    "Now, drink it all up baby, while we get you dressed for the rest of
    the day."

    She carries me back to my bedroom and lays me down on the youth bed, as
    I suckle the bottle; she dresses me in my footie sleeper. I'm dazed,
    feeling disorientated and sluggish, as she picks me up again, grabs a
    diaper bag and her car keys and we go outside. I start to cry,
    partially from the feeling in my tummy, but mostly from going out in
    public dressed like this. She carries me to her van, opens the side
    door and set s me in to a large car seat and straps me in. I cry harder
    as we start driving, my tummy starts to hurt worse and I have the need
    to poo badly. I cry.

    [End of part one.]