IAN, GET UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!”
I woke up with a start. I had been having a dream in which I was an actual baby wearing a diaper and sleeping in a crib, but now, I was in neither a crib, a diaper, nor the body of a baby. Instead, I awoke in the same bed that I went to sleep in the night before, my pajamas and my normal nine year old body. It was another one of those stupid early school mornings, and my mom was yelling at me to get up.
Realizing that it was no use trying to avoid getting out of bed, I slowly rolled out of bed, grumbling at how I hated school. My dream had been kinda weird, but I couldn't help but miss it now that it was over. I couldn't even remember it that much, except that I was really small and that I was really happy during it, which could not be said for my state now that I was awake.
Well, at least this was Friday, so I’d get a couple of days to forget everything we would do during the school day. I groggily changed into a T-shirt and jeans before taking a quick look in the mirror. There I was, my somewhat skinny self, with my brown hair miraculously still in place after waking up (it came down past my ears all the way around my head except for my eyes since I wanted to be able to actually see during the day). After throwing on my socks and tennis shoes, I plodded down the stairs to the kitchen.
As my mom and dad ate their breakfast and drank their coffee, I put some Frosted Flakes and milk into a bowl and began eating, still having trouble keeping my eyes open. It was a rainy day out, and it was early enough that it still looked pretty dark outside. As I crunched my cereal, I remembered that it was Friday, and I tried to make the most of it.
“Hey mom,” I said. “Can I have Brian over tonight? It’s not a school night.” Brian and I had been best friends since I can remember, and we had gone over to each other’s houses so many times we both practically had two addresses.
“Have you forgotten already Ian?” my mom asked me. “I told you that your father and I are going out to a movie tonight, and Sandy is going to come over to baby-sit you tonight.”
“And taking care of one little monster is all we’re going to ask Sandy to do, I don’t want to double her stress level by making her watch both you and Brian,” my dad added.
‘Oh, that’s right,’ I thought, since (like always) I had forgotten what mom had told me. Hey, I’ve got other really, really important things to be remembering. Anyway, since dad was exaggerating me and Brian’s behavior I felt I had to say something.
“Hey, Sandy loves coming over. I’m her favorite kid!” I retorted.
“Mmm, right,” my dad said. “I personally don’t know how she puts up with you sometimes. Well, if you behave yourself tonight, then the next time we’ll see if Sandy will agree to watching both of you. But knowing your little actions as of late, I don’t know if that will happen.” He gave me this little “dad” look as he said the last part.
I don’t know what he was talking about. It had been like, two months since I had done something bad. Ok, maybe it was one week, but you get what I’m saying. Either way, I still felt pretty good. I always had a fun time when Sandy came over ‘cause unlike all the girls at school, Sandy was actually a girl who was cool.
Sandy had been taking care of me ever since I was a baby. I think she was around thirteen when she started baby-sitting me, and now she was like, in college, but since her college was really close to her house, she still lived there and still baby-sat me for some extra money. Anyway, she was kind of pretty, but she was really athletic, too. She always liked doing fun stuff, like playing soccer, going roller skating, and playing video games. She even took karate! The other girls that I knew (who all went to school with me) liked to do stupid things like play with dolls and you know, other girl stuff.
As I got my backpack and went to the bus stop, I felt better knowing that no matter how bad school was that day, I’d at least have a pretty good time that night.
Even though the day dragged, I did get to see Brian and a couple of the other boys who were in my class, and it was eventually over. I spent a couple of hours at home watching TV and playing on my PlayStation 2, and then around 5:30, I heard a car pull-up. I went downstairs to our door to go see Sandy as soon as she walked in.
As the person who dropped her off drove away, I saw her walking toward the house. She was wearing a white blouse and a pair of somewhat tight jeans, and her long brown hair blew a little bit in the soft breeze. But something was different about her; she was carrying something over her shoulder. As she got a little closer, I noticed it was one of those baby bags that people carry all the baby’s stuff in.
The thought that jumped into my mind immediately was that the baby bag was for me. I mean, why else would she have it? I started to get kinda panicked; I thought mom had told Sandy that since I had been bad recently that I should be treated like a baby. I really started to panic as she came closer and my heart began to pound in my chest as I got a picture in my head of my mom and dad holding me down while Sandy took out a baby diaper and taped it on me (although I will admit that for some reason I was kinda excited about the idea as well, even though I didn’t know why).
Without thinking I ran out to Sandy as I felt a lump starting to form in my throat. As I ran up she said “Hey kiddo, how are you? Ready to have some fun tonight?” (at the moment I was positive that she was referring to treating me like a baby).
Immediately my voice turned strangely whiny as I eyed the bag and begged her, “Sandy, please, please don’t dress me like a baby! I’ll be good, I swear. I won’t give you any trouble….”
I was cut off by Sandy bursting into a laugh. She had to cup one hand over her mouth to try to stop herself? What, did she find the idea of treating me like a little baby funny?
Before either of us could say anything, my mom came out the door and began to speak. “Hello, Sandy! Hey, what’s so funny?”
As Sandy finally stifled her laugh, she said “Ian, you silly kid! This diaper bag isn't for you! I had to baby-sit another family’s baby before I came over here, silly!”
I felt myself go pink as my mom started to laugh too. As I took in what she said I realized how extremely stupid I had just been and I felt like hitting myself in the head very hard.
As my mom calmed herself, she asked Sandy, “What, the Thompsons’ boy? I didn’t know he was still in diapers.”
“Well, they wanted to potty train him, but he’s having trouble, so they decided not to push him. These are Pampers size 6 that I’ve got in the bag. I bought this bag since I baby-sit a few babies in the neighborhood anyway, and they just told me I can keep some of his diapers in here so I don’t have to hunt for them in their house.”
“Wow those are pretty big diapers!” my mom said. “I bet those might even be able to fit Ian!”
“Mom!” I said indignantly as Sandy laughed slightly. It was bad enough that she had to say things like that at all, but it was even worse in front of Sandy, especially after what I had just said earlier.
“Well, it’s not like we would have found out before, since little man here was potty trained real early,” Sandy said as she gestured towards me (Little man was a nickname that Sandy had called me since I could remember).
“That is true,” mom said. “But I know you yourself have changed plenty of Ian’s poopy diapers in the past, Sandy!” she added with a laugh.
“MOM!” I said again as I felt myself blush even more. “Do you have to say stuff like that?” I don’t know why she always felt she had to do that.
“Oh come on Ian,” Sandy said. “Your moms just kidding’. Besides, you were such a cute little baby that I never minded changing your poopy diapers! In fact, I still think you’re kinda cute.” With the last line she got me in a headlock and gave me a soft noogie.
“Hey, cut it out!” I said, but this time I was smiling. What she said didn’t really comfort me, but I always liked it when Sandy played around with me like that.
Anyway, a few minutes later, mom and dad had gone, and Sandy and I went in the house, “diaper bag” (as mom and Sandy called the baby bag) included.
“Alright, Ian,” Sandy said. “Your parents want us to stay here tonight, so I’m gonna go order a pizza. Why don’t you head on into the living room and decide what you want to do tonight? Oh yeah, and take the diaper bag with you. If its in the living room Ill be less likely to forget it.”
“Alright,” I said, feeling very funny as I took the diaper bag turned and walked into the living room. After I put it down against the wall, I decided to plop down on the couch and flipping on the TV. As I watched, I couldn't make myself think about what I wanted to do that night; my mind kept on drifting over what had just happened with mom and Sandy outside. As I eyed the diaper bag, various images kept on entering my mind; Sandy saying how she used to change my diapers, mom mentioning that those size 6 pampers could probably fit me, my imaginary image of me being forced into a diaper by Sandy again…
The more I thought about it, the more I began to fantasize about wearing a diaper again. I knew it was pretty silly; I was nine years old after all, and everyone knew that diapers were only for babies. I mean, everyone I knew would have died laughing if they saw anyone my age wearing a baby diaper. But despite this, I couldn't help but be filled with a desire to see what it would feel like to wear a diaper again. Suddenly, I remembered parts of the dream that I had had that morning. Soon, I was picturing myself lying down on my back, Sandy leaning over me with a diaper in her hand. In my mind, she remarked how I was such a cute little baby, and then before I knew it, I had a diaper taped snugly around my waist.
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