A Baby Was "Born"
A BABY WAS "BORN"
I've always had a fascination with diapers, because I thought it would be kind of cool if I used one; turns out I was dead wrong.
It was a Friday night, and I had just gone to bed, when I felt something wet underneath me. I hadn't wet the bed, right? Maybe my sister had put it there, to get me in trouble.
I picked up the sheets, quietly put them in the laundry, and just slept on my mattress. But it turns out, my mother heard me, so the next morning she asked why I was up.
"Mom I just went to the toilet, I swear-"
"Stacy, you were in the laundry, did you wet the bed?"
"N-no? I mean, no. Grace (my sister) put it there to get me in trouble." I responded, unsure.
"That's not a good enough excuse, you're 14, you'll be punished next time."
So that Saturday, my sister taunted me non-stop.
"YOU WET THE BED! HAH!" she laughed.
"No, you put it there, and DO NOT do it again!" I responded, tired of my sister's teasing.
That night, as I went to bed again, my bed was wet. It WAS my sister! So I went out to tell mom of her mischief.
"It was Grace, Mom! My bed was wet before I even got into it!"
My mom, who looked furious, yelled at me:
"NO! Stop lying to me Stacy! Your beautiful, talented, and ATTRACTIVE twin sister wouldn't do that. I need to straighten you out, you're acting like... like, a baby!"
An evil smile slid across her face. Uh-Oh.
That night she made me sleep on our couch. And when I woke up, she had left a note on the front door, saying she had gone to do some errands. I was about to start making me and my sister's breakfast, when she came down.
"Hold on. You're not allowed to eat that." My sister told me,
"Mom is out getting your food," she insisted.
"OK?" I replied, confused.
About an hour later, Mom came home, and told me to stay in the kitchen for a bit. Then she told me to come upstairs to my new room. What?
Scared, I followed her upstairs to see something horrible in my room. It looked like a baby nursery, but for ME! There was a crib, a changing table, a play area, and loads more. My room's pretty big so there was plenty of space for everything. I have to admit, I was actually a bit excited-
"This is your new room, and there are new rules too. Rule #1, do as I say, ALWAYS. Rule #2, you will act like a baby would in all situations. Rule #3, use a diaper."
Then she looked at me, expecting to see a sad girl, about to experience torture of some sort. Be she was annoyed when she saw me kind of happy.
"Um, yes Mother," I replied. She picked me up (some how) and carried me to the changing table. She stripped me, put me in a diaper, and waited for my reaction.
I wasn't upset. She put an additional 2 diapers on top of it, which were so heavy I couldn't stand! Weird.
She then put a pink, frilly, sparkley top on me, and set me down in my play pen. She then did something really, really, mean; she called for Grace.
She ran upstairs to my room, and burst out laughing. She then continuously taunted me, by sucking her thumb or fake crying. Then Mom told Grace to play with me for a bit, and left.
"You are so dumb, HAH I always knew you were a baby!" mocked Grace.
But I wasn't really listening, because I really had to pee. So, I let it go, but I didn't care. It felt good.
Then my fat sister jumped on me, forcing not only more urine out of my tired body, but also poop too. I tried to shove her off, but like I said, I couldn't stand.
"Oh my god. You actually pooped in a diaper. SO gross! MOM!!!!" My mother came upstairs, picked me up, and put on the changing table. She was utterly disgusted.
"You are so gross Stacy. I thought I was going to have to force you to use your diaper, but you did it willingly. Disgusting."
She changed me, and put a load of baby powder on me, but she put me in a pair of clear plastic pants on top of two pink Barbie diapers. She laughed as she did this, they both did.
Then she handed me the ginormous bottle of milk. "Drink." she asked me, I didn't mind dairy, so I did.
A little bit later my stomach started to feel really weird. Wait, no I'm not going to-. Then I threw up all over the carpet. Luckily, I was clean.
"GROSS!" My sister screamed. "Stacy May Brown. You are disgusting." then she put a bib on me, took me off the changing table, and carried me downstairs. Downstairs was just as bad us my room. Everything apart from the kitchen was baby-proofed. I even had another baby play pen. Great.
Mom took me to the dining table and strapped me into a giant high-chair. I must've looked really dumb. She then told my sister to go fetch my food from the kitchen, and she came back with a bowl of green and brown mush.
"Open wide my princess!" Mom said, picking up the spoon and holding it to my mouth. It surely wasn't that bad.. BlEuRGH! No wonder babies never eat their food! As I wasn't moving my mouth, my mother got a pacifier out of her pocket, a pink one of course, and stuck it in my mouth.
Again, she picked me up and carried me some where. I wasn't even paying attention anymore. I was too busy admiring the wet spot I had just made in my diaper. I think I had to poo as well.
Well, I guess this is it. This is my life. Wait, did mom just say preschool?!
Part 2?
Written By: Becky