    THE BABY SCHOOL

    CHAPTER 1-- Ian Wets His Pants

    	Teresa Green was at wits end by the time she put down
    the phone. Her next door neighbour, Chris P. Bacon, sat at
    the table cradling a mug of coffee and could not help over-
    hearing part of the conversation.
    	"God, that bloody boy has done it again," said Teresa
    as she stormed into the kitchen. "That was the School,
    Ian's wet his pant's again, he's like a bloody baby. I ask
    you, how many 7 year olds do you know that still wet the
    bed every night and their pants at school? That boy is
    putting me through hell."
    	Tears welled up in her eyes and her face turned rather
    hot as the tears began tracing her cheeks. "He was right in
    front of the whole School being told off for not listening
    to the Headmaster and he pissed himself." Chris beckoned
    Teresa to sit down, which she did and, taking hold of
    Teresa's hand, said, "All little boy's have accidents. When
    my brother was 12, he went to a Special School because he
    quite often used his pants to go to toilet in, and I don't
    just mean wee; he pooped. All the kids wore diapers at the
    School. In fact, the School made very little effort to hide
    the Diapers. In Paul's School photo some kids are dressed
    in just diapers."
    	Teresa calmed down a little on hearing that, and it
    was not long when she said, "Diapers." Her brain began
    working overtime, but at last the look of hope faded just
    as fast as it appeared.
    	"I can't put him back into Diapers, all the other kids
    would pick on him." The room fell silent for a moment or
    two. "Let me go and look for the School Photo. I won't be
    long."
    	Speaking as she got up from the table, Chris gave a
    quick look at Teresa and left the house, wiping the tears
    from her face. Teresa also got up and she put the kettle
    on. By the time the coffee was made Chris was back at the
    table. Soon both women were looking at pictures of Paul and
    his School friends. The photo album was jam packed with
    pictures of diapered children between the ages of 4 and 18.
    	"This is Paul with Leslie, Robert and I think the
    girl's name is Lisa." Chris pointed a photo which showed a
    group of kids in bulky cloth diapers and clear plastic
    pant's on a very busy beach.
    	"Don't they look happy, I think because they got used
    to wandering around in just diapers and t-shirts. The kids
    soon learnt not to worry about being seen in their
    diapers."
    	Both women were oohing and aahing as each photo was
    turned. Teresa pointed at a picture of diapered kids on the
    beach and spoke with a puzzled look.
    	" Why are some of those kids sucking pacifiers and
    drinking from baby bottles?" Chris looked up at her friend
    and replied, "In a way the kids were still babies. I mean
    look at them." She pointed at the picture. "They look very
    happy,.When I first went to the school to visit Paul with
    Mum, I too, was surprised to see other kids wandering
    around in diapers and clutching soft toys with either
    pacifiers or baby bottles in their mouths.
    	Teresa stopped her friend in mid-sentence. "How did
    your mother feel seeing Paul being treated like a baby?"
    Chris took a swig of her coffee and answered, " Mum seemed
    very happy for this treatment to continue, after all, Paul
    was still shitting and pissing himself. He could not help
    it. Mum felt that the staff at the School knew what was
    best. I think the School called it regression therapy.
    Before the children went to the School they were all very
    withdrawn and often had accidents in their pants. In normal
    Schools they were picked on and often fell behind in their
    work, but as soon as they came to this School they perked
    up. Every child was taken back to being a baby, with the
    diapers the other things just followed."
    	Teresa was thinking hard about what she had just
    heard. "I know Ian can't help wetting himself, and how you
    described those children before they went to that School is
    just how my Ian is now," she said. "I really feel that I
    should be putting him in diapers. It's just that I can't
    help feeling that it is wrong for a boy of his age to be
    wearing diapers to School. If I can find a place which
    sells night-time diapers for older kids maybe I can get him
    to wear diapers to bed." Chris drank up her coffee and
    looked at the time.
    	"I'm going to town, why don't you come with me?. I
    know a place that sells diapers in all size's. There's
    bound to be some in Ian's sizes."
    	Teresa smiled at her friend and agreed that would be a
    good idea and with that. Both women left the house and got
    into Chris's car to start the journey into town.

    CHAPTER 2- Mother Visits The Baby Store

    	The Town centre was very busy. People were rushing
    here and there in a bid to carry out their business. The
    two women got out of the parked car at the front of some
    stores. Chris led the way into the store that had "The Baby
    Store" sign above it and Teresa was amazed by what she saw.
    The well-lit store had rows of shelves which seemed at
    first glance to be another typical baby store. The only
    thing missing were babies. Chris smiled. "Look over there,"
    she said, pointing to where a teenage boy was standing.
    Teresa did as her friend had asked and saw the boy who had
    a pacifier in his mouth. He was wearing just a cloth diaper
    and was being fitted into a pair of plastic baby pants by a
    girl not much older then himself. The two women looked on
    as another teenaged boy dressed in just a bulky diaper
    crawled on the floor playing with his toy train, and
    sitting on some benches were about 12 other diapered
    teenage boys and girls. Some hugged their favourite cuddly
    toy's and others sucked happily on their baby bottles and
    pacifiers. Looking back at Chris she said, "These children
    look very happy, don't they? But it's kind of weird seeing
    kids their age acting like babies."
    	Chris was looking at the neat stacks of baby pants
    that were on the shelves nearby. "They must be from the
    baby school, you know the one Paul used to go to. We used
    to come here with Paul. Come and look at all these
    different style baby pants."
    	The women went over to the shelve , which was full of
    plastic and rubber pants. Chris picked up a pair of yellow
    pants which had poppers down the sides and holding them up
    to her nose gave them a long sniff.
    	"Smell these," she said, passing them to Teresa
    	"I just love the smell of baby pants. I was always
    opening up new packs of plastic panties just for the
    smell."
    	Teresa took a little sniff and frowned. "I am not sure
    about this. I don't think it's fair putting Ian back into
    diapers. After all, he is not a baby." Just then the young
    girl who the women had seen fitting the teenager with
    plastic pants earlier walked over to them.
    	"Good morning Ladies, my name is Emma, how can I help
    you?"
    	Teresa did not say anything but Chris did.
    	"Hello Emma, my friend's looking for diapers for her
    little boy. I would like you to explain how busy this store
    is to her." Teresa went bright red and the young store girl
    gave a little giggle and then replied, "I take it it's your
    little boy, is it?" she said to Teresa "We are a very busy
    store, we cater for children from one day old right up to
    young adults. Incontinence in children is our business. Is
    it night time diapers or day time diapers you want? I'm
    sure you will find what ever you are looking for here.
    Please feel free to ask my what ever you want."
    	Of course Chris did want to ask more questions "Do you
    supply diapers to Schools at all?" The young girl gave a
    smile and replied, "there are pupils from one such School
    in the store at the moment. I tell you what, why don't you
    go and have a good look around and when you think that you
    have found what you need come and get me. I've got my hands
    full with these little tykes," she said picking up a
    pacifier off the floor and popping it into a boy's mouth.
    	Teresa looked at the boy. He must of been the same age
    as Ian, and he looked more then happy she thought.
    	"What's up?" asked Chris. When she saw her friend was
    studying the little boy, who was now waddling back to his
    School friends.
    	"I think that I've made my mind up. I have seen these
    children with my own eyes," Teresa explained. "Ian needs
    friends who are more or less in the same boat as him.
    There's no point expecting him to compete with others. We
    all know that he will never be able keep up with normal
    kids." Chris listened to what her friend was trying to tell
    her.
    	"Chris, I want you to take me to the Baby School so I
    can see it for myself, can you help me?" Chris nodded her
    head. "Of course I will help you. Let's get some diapers
    for Ian and then we will follow the School bus." The two
    friends gathered up 12 cloth diapers, diaper pins and
    several pairs of plastic pants. They reached the check out
    and they were greeted by the young girl who they had talked
    to earlier.
    	"Hello, looks like you're going to be busy," she
    smiled " There's a special offer on this week. You can have
    two pacifiers and three baby bottles, free," she said as
    she finished entering the shopping through the till and she
    passed the two women all the items. Chris took the bags
    whilst Teresa paid the girl.

    CHAPTER 3- The Visit to the Baby School

    	Chris and Teresa piled the shopping into the back of
    the car and sat in their seats waiting for the school party
    to leave the shop. Whilst they were waiting a brightly
    coloured bus pulled up along side their car. It was painted
    with diaper clad bunnies and teddy bears and written on the
    side's of the bus was "Baby School." A young woman dressed
    in a nursery uniform got off the bus. She was no older then
    20 and her long blond hair shone in the bright sunshine. As
    she stood outside the store she called, "Come on, my
    babies. It's nearly Din Dins time." She held the store's
    door open and out came the diapered school children. The
    two women in the car watched the children as they got on
    the bus. Teresa giggled as two of the children aged around
    9 and 12 fought over a baby bottle just in front of their
    car. Another young woman dressed identical to the first ran
    to the two fighting youngsters, pulling out a spare bottle
    from her pocket she passed it to the 12 year old who
    instantly plopped it into his mouth. On seeing the two
    women in the car she smiled and continued loading the
    children onto the bus.
    	Chris decided that she would go and ask the young
    woman if they could follow the bus. Getting out of the car,
    she said, "I won't be long." It seemed to take her ages to
    come back to the car and when she did, it was not alone.
    Chris got back into the car and a young nursery nurse stuck
    her head through Teresa's open window.
    	"Hi, I understand that you would like to visit our
    school," she said. Teresa replied that was true "Fine,"
    said the young girl. "I see that you have been busy buying
    diapers for your baby. how old is he?" she asked, pointing
    at the bundle of diapers.
    	Teresa looked at her and answered "Seven." The nurse
    nodded her head. "I can't see any problem with you coming
    to the school. You have had a taste of what to expect, but
    I must ask you not to make any comments that may upset the
    babies. Who knows, we may ask you to help feed one or two.
    If you would like to follow us we will be on our way." The
    woman got on the bus and it pulled away followed by the two
    women in the car.
    	The School was in the middle of 6 acres of land, a
    perfect place to bring up baby. Signs lined the school
    drive , such as "GO SLOW - BABIES AT PLAY." The bus and the
    car pulled up outside the school building and soon an older
    woman came out to great the two waiting women.
    	"Hello, welcome to Baby School, my name is Ms.
    Jenkins." The women smiled and greeted each other before
    entering the building." We have 45 little darlings at our
    school to feed. I am sure you would not mind feeding one or
    two for us would you?" Chris and Teresa  looked at each
    other, but before they could answer the older woman said,
    "the dinner hall is through that door on the left , and
    make sure you put a bib on the baby and a pinny on
    yourself, unless you want to leave here covered in mashed
    food."  And with that she left the wide-mouthed women to
    carry out their tasks.
    	The hall was just as big as Chris remembered it to be.
    The same big high chairs were still there and so too was
    the big kids' tables. This is where the 15 and 18 yr. olds
    were spoon-fed. Some of the babies were already being fed.
    	A nursery nurse who was busily trying to feed three
    babies at once called Teresa over and asked if she could
    help "Sure I can, which one do I have?" Teresa sat down and
    a boy of 15 sat on her lap. Teresa wisely tied a bib around
    the youngster and began to spoon-feed him. Her hand brushed
    against his diaper , it felt soft and warm.
    	Once all the children had been fed Ms Jenkins thanked
    the two ladies and took them to her office. "Tea as been
    ordered , now tell me why you are here."
    	Teresa spoke. "My little boy's been having trouble
    fitting in with other kids his age. He wets the bed every
    night and he often wets in the day, too. I feel that he
    would really benefit from coming to your school, Ms.
    Jenkins." Ms. Jenkins was about to say some thing when
    someone knocked at the door. It was the tea. Ms. Jenkins
    poured three cups and replied ," Your son's name is Ian, he
    is 7 years old and he goes to a local school. The
    Headmaster, Mr. Hughes, has been in touch with me about
    young Ian and I was going to send for you." She took a sip
    from her tea when Chris spoke.
    	"We were wondering how soon Ian could start." Ms.
    Jenkins gave Chris the look of don't speak before you're
    spoken to look. "Ms. Bacon, you have not changed very much
    over the years have you. If I remember correctly you used
    to chirp in when your Mother and I were talking. Please
    remember that this is my office and it is I - who does the
    interviewing." Chris went bright red and went instantly
    quiet, fearing Ms Jenkins would summon a nursery nurse to
    take her away for diapering. This allowed Ms. Jenkins to
    continue "We will be picking Ian up from the bus stop
    outside the Deeker Brothers Food Mall at 9.30am Monday
    morning. There is no need to pack anything as we supply all
    clothing. He can bring his favourite cuddly toy. We do
    however expect Baby Ian to be diapered on our arrival at
    the bus stop. Now if you will please excuse me I have 45 ,
    no , I have 46 babies to look after.
    	The two women stood and left the building. "Bloody old
    battle-axe," whispered Chris. Teresa spoke, " I'm sure
    she's not like that all the time. Besides, she adores those
    kid's."
    	Chris answered, "It's a well know fact that she loves
    those kids, it's also well known  - for her staff to land
    up getting diapered ,did you notice that all the staff
    apart from her were under 30. There's a photo of Paul and a
    member of staff wearing diapers on the beach."
    	Teresa informed her friend that she did not know that,
    and as their car pulled out of the school gate she said,
    "My Ian is going to be well cared for there though isn't
    he."