I Am the Family’s New Little Baby Girl - Part 2
It all began several months ago when I offered to baby sit my baby cousin so my parents and aunt and uncle could go out for dinner one night. For some reason, when I went to change my cousin’s wet and messy diaper, the thought of wearing my own diapers and plastic panties began to interest me. My cousin wore cloth diapers since her parents were the kind of people who were so concerned about the environment, landfills, and waste of materials that they would never use disposables on their baby girl.
When I finished changing my little cousin, I looked at her padded rear end covered in thick, white cloth and enveloped by soft, white plastic panties and I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. I then dressed her so she would be ready for bed when her parents came home and she was going to be wearing a cute, little baby doll nightie with matching, ruffled rumba panties. Then, all of a sudden, I though about what it would feel like to actually wear an outfit like that. I mean to say, I really wanted to know just what it would feel like to be dressed as a little baby girl in diapers, plastic panties, and an outfit like this one.
After that night, I began to think about it a lot, but always dismissed it as something weird. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I began to think it was something I would at least want to try – maybe just once just to experience the feeling. I would just wear diapers once and then never again. After all, what could one time hurt? I reasoned that it would be just a one time experiment and so I began to think about it a lot. I could try and find something that I could use as a diaper, pin it on myself, feel what it was like, and take them right off and never think about it again. Satisfying an irresistible urge, I would have experienced what I wanted to fell and my problem would be solved. At least, this was what I was thinking.
So after some searching at home, I borrowed some of my mom’s dish towels that were once flat rectangular style diapers, the kind you needed to fold to fit a baby’s body. If I laid out four of them, they gave me what I thought was enough padding to experience the feeling. I took the towels out of the drawer one night and brought them to my room. It was very late and everyone in the house was asleep. I carefully laid out the diapers on the bed, took a couple of large safety pins I borrowed from my mom’s sewing supplies, laid down on the diapers and pinned them on myself.
The feeling was wonderful. As I stood up and looked in the mirror, the sight of me wearing a diaper was really weird, yet somewhat satisfying. Then I thought I heard someone walking in the hallway, so I quickly took them off, stashed the towels in my dresser, put my pajamas back on, jumped in bed, grabbed a book as if I had been reading all along, but no one came in my room. Was I hearing things? Or was I getting a little jumpy? Oh well.
The next night, I lay in my bed thinking about the night before and how the feeling of wearing a diaper was so wonderful. I battled with myself debating on satisfying my new urges or trying to convince myself how weird it was to want to wear a diaper. After all, a seventh grade boy doesn’t wear diapers – he just doesn’t! But my wish to satisfy myself won out and I again pinned on “my diapers.” But this time, I put on my pajama pants over the diapers and looked at myself in the mirror again. There I was with my pajamas and I knew I also had a padded rear end, but couldn’t really tell. I guess my current size and thin diapers were not enough to show through. Right then, I got scared thinking that if anyone walked in on me right now that I would catch hell. So again, I quickly took the diapers off, stashed them in my dresser, and went back to bed. Yet somehow I knew that soon I would need to go a bit farther.
One night, I managed to finally wear the diapers overnight. I always had to be up for my paper route early and before anyone else awoke, so getting them off before anyone would catch me was no problem. I took me a while to fall asleep and I did not sleep very well. When my alarm went off, I remembered what I was wearing and I thought it was so cool to have managed to stay in diapers for an entire night. The feeling was quite exciting. Reluctantly, I took off my diapers, stashed them again in my dresser drawer, got dressed, and went out to do my paper route.
I had been wearing a diaper to bed for about two weeks when another urge took over – what would it be like to wet a diaper? I knew I would need some kind of protection and that I would need some plastic pants. I began to think of where I would find something like that and could only think of baby departments at the department or drug stores. Would those places have anything large enough for me? I was small for my age, and pretty skinny, too. But even so, would a pair of baby sized plastic panties fit me? I began to scour the baby departments to find what was available, if anything. Yet every time I tried to look in the baby department, I would chicken out. I was sure everyone was looking at me and wondering why I needed baby supplies. I also feared that I would run into someone I knew and would have to explain myself.
I had finally managed to get up enough courage to go to the drug store and get some supplies. I convinced myself that I would need to look for the largest size baby plastic panties I could find and purchase them quickly before I chickened out. I took some of my allowance and went to the store. I managed to find the baby aisle quickly, but a couple of mothers were in that section, so I walked down another aisle pretending to look for something else. When I finally went back to the baby aisle, the mothers were gone. With my heart pounding, I looked over the shelves of items and soon found the plastic panties hanging all together. I looked them all over, found the toddler size and after reading the size chart on the back, I thought these just might fit me. I decided it was worth a try.
I slowly walked to the counter after checking the whole store over. I wanted to be sure no one who knew me was in the store as they might ask questions why I had a package of baby’s plastic panties in my hand. After I was sure no one who knew me was in the store, I went to the counter. Luckily there was no one else in line and I was able to buy them quickly and I hurried out of the store.
As I walked home, I stuffed the package down my pants so I could get it in the house without suspicion. But I was so excited that I wanted to try the plastic pants on right away. So I walked over to a gas station a few blocks from my house and went into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom that only one person could use at a time and I would have privacy. I took off my jeans, opened up the package of the plastic panties, shook out a pair, stepped in, and struggled to get the all the way up. It took some doing, but to my surprise, they fit, although they were a bit tight and didn’t really cover my entire butt. After all, they were made for a baby and even though I was small for my age, and skinny to boot, they were still a bit tight. Yet I was actually wearing a pair of baby’s plastic panties. I was so excited, I decided to put on my jeans and wear them home. I could always change at home if I locked the bathroom door and was really careful about it.
That night, after the house was quiet and I was sure everyone was asleep, I took out my diapers and pinned them on. Then, I took out a pair of my new plastic panties and struggled to pull them up and over my diapers. It was a tight fit and I managed to stuff most of the diaper inside the plastic panties. I thought to myself, here I was wearing diapers AND plastic panties and the feeling so good. I looked in the mirror and as I modeled for myself, I decided to go all the way and try to wet myself.
Now I had never tried to do this and I found it to be a miserable experience. You just can’t always urinate on command and try as hard as I might, nothing was coming out. I sat down on the edge of the bed quite disappointed. I was willing to do the whole act, but I could not manage to pee even one drop. I pulled on my pajama pants and finally fell asleep.
The alarm clock went off and it was time to get up to deliver papers. I wearily got out of bed and started to take off my pajamas to get dressed. Suddenly, I remembered what I was wearing and my heart jumped. I quickly took off the plastic panties and diapers. I hid them again at the bottom of my dresser and finished getting dressed. As I closed my drawer, my bedroom door opened and I got scared half to death. My mom had heard the alarm go off and just wanted to make sure I was up. That was too close!