My Summer In New Mexico
My Summer In New Mexico
My summer in New Mexico started on the first day of a long summer break. My mom who was a single parent, and didn't have a lot of time for me, decide it would be better for me to spend the Summer with my dad in New Mexico. I was very exited about it, I was almost a teenager.
The part that made it even cooler was the fact that my dad was a big time computer programmer at Intel, so he was able to live a fairly comfortable lifestyle. He had a huge house in Corrales with a swimming pool.
My dad had 3 kids, Zac who was 16, Phil who was 14, and Josh who was my age(12). I was exited to see my cousin Josh as I had not seen him in 10 years. My Dad also enjoined and specialized in long term child-care. This also helped Zac and Phil who would pitch in together so they would have money. That is how this whole thing got started, my mom felt bad for me as it would be another summer of TV and video games.
The conversation turned to Dad's baby-sitting business. "You know" she said "I'd be happy to take care of Cody for free if you need it, I mean Phil will be at boys camp for the summer, and I would be happy to fly him out, beside I think it would be good for him and Josh to spend some time with each other." Well there you have it that brings me to were I am now.
As the car rolled up the long drive way to the front of the large
house. Zac and Phil greeted us and I was shown to the room I would be staying in. There were enough rooms in the house so I would have my own. Afterwards we all sat in the living room and talked till dinner. After we'd had dinner and some dessert my Dad announced it was bed time for Josh then taken up stairs.
A half an hour later he returned to tell me it was my bed time. I got up and when up to the room were I was staying, he followed me up and closed the door behind us as we entered. "Lex I need to talk to you, Josh and Ray are bed wetter so they wears diapers to bed to keep them dry, do you need diapers as well," he asked in a motherly tone. I blushed at the offer. I knew about Dad’s
philosophy on boys and how he thought they matured much slower. "I'm fine, I've not wet the bed since I was 4," I answered.
"Good please do me a favor and don't make fun of Josh, and if he doesn't want you in his room please respect that O.K.." I didn't under stand my Aunt but I agreed. My Dad then left the room so I could get ready for bed. I'd decided I was old enough to just sleep in my boxers and a T-shirt. I climbed into bed, man the thought of Josh being diapered got me excited.
I had never had a mom was always busy working, so I didn't have much of a childhood. I often would have fantasies about being forced to wear diapers and plastic pants, and then being babied. I had no idea why I felt this way but I knew that it was not 'normal' and kept it to myself. I had never worn real diapers and plastic pants, I just fantasized about being able to. WOW, I thought what if I had said I did wet the bed, would I have been diapered too? Plus why didn't my Dad not wont me in Josh room I wondered, I mean what is the big deal right.
I ran idea's trough my head till it hurt, then I fell asleep. That
night I dreamed I was a baby it was that best dream I'd had in a long time. When I got up the next morning, everyone was downstairs having breakfast. I wanted to have a look at Josh's room, but the floors were creaky and I knew I couldn't get away with it. When I got downstairs, I couldn't believe it! Josh was still in his PJs and diapers, he was wearing a large plastic bib with Barney on it, and he was in a high chair too.
He was obviously wet since the smell of urine several hours old
permeated the room. I wondered how they could stand the smell.
Dad said, "I hope you don't mind the odor, but we always have Josh eat his breakfast in his diapers to try and reinforce the discomfort of a wet diaper." I said that it was fine, but thought to myself that after 12 years he probably enjoying it.
After breakfast, he took Josh upstairs to get changed. When Josh came downstairs, he was dressed and obviously back in underwear since there was no diaper bulge or rustle whatsoever. It was at this point I realized that I had to do something to get myself diapered, without making it too obvious that a diaper and plastic pants was just what I wanted. I'd already said I didn't wet the bed… wouldn't it be too obvious that I wanted to be diapered if I was to wet the bed.
Then I remembered Dad philosophy on boys and how they matured much more slowly. I decided it was worth a try, so I started to plan. That day me and Josh spend a lot of time playing, the weird thing was every time I'd ask to go see his room he would say "na you wouldn't like it", I was wondering what he was hiding.
At 4PM my Dad told Josh to come in, he told me he need a nap, and that I could use one too. I said no thanks and spend the next 2 hours waiting for him to get up. That night Dad took Josh up stairs first again. He returned for me, she again followed me up and closed the door behind us as we entered.
"Lex I saw what you wore to bed and I don't think it is right for a boy your age to dress like that at night" he told me. "I put some of Josh's old PJ's in here for you to wear at night." With that he opened the top dresser drawer, There were three pairs of Pj's in the drawer. One was blue one yellow and one was a sea foam green, I removed the green ones to find they weren't just normal PJs, but one-piece footed sleepers.
And beneath the first pair were two others. "That is what little boys like you wear to bed" he said, "This house can get very cold at night, now you can stay warm." "Now put them on" he told me, I got undress to my boxers and put them on.
Just as I finished getting my feet and arms in, my Dad reached over and zipped me into my sleeper. My Dad kiss me on the fore head then left, I got in to bed this is it I decided I was wetting the bed to night. I had several cups of water when I brushed my teeth, I knew soon I'd need to pee. I went to sleep and around 2am I awoke with a very full bladder, I thought 'here we go' . With little effort I let loose.
The flow was strong and very warm and I knew this was a heavy wetting, I then fell back asleep. The morning came and I found myself in a soaking wet bed, it like felt the bed was a lot wetter then when I wet. I know I'd have to admit to someone that I'd peed in my bed. I opened my bedroom door. The sounds of Dad and Jenny making breakfast could already be heard. "Dad" I called down "I need to tell you something." "Lex, it's not polite to shout. You can come down here and tell me,"
I started down stairs to the kitchen, there was no need for me to explain anything when I appeared in the kitchen that morning with a large wet spot that spread all over my PJ's. "I- I had an accident," I stammered "I'm sorry about your mattress, Dad." "You don't have to worry about that" responded Dad "I'm just glad you didn't try to hide it, now I can clean it up before it gets ruined." "Zac will you take care of that for me," he ask. "Sure Dad its no problem".
He then knelt down and hugged me. "That's OK, baby," he said. "Are you feeling all right Lex, I mean you told me you don't wet the bed, you might have a fever," he told me as he put his hand on my head. I told him no that I was fine, I just must have been really tired. It was at this time I'd wet in years but at the last minute I chickened out. I decided not to wet again and to just let it be.
That night again I was led up to my room. My Dad told me to sit on the bed and I complied. He began untying my shoes. he took off my shoes and told me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly laid on the dresser, He then had me remove my pants. He held out the blue sleeper so I could step into it. I worked my way into it and was zipped up. "Did you go potty before bed time," he asked I said yes. At this point I was disappointed, no diapers, no nothing I would keep myself dry tonight. "Are you sure you know how I handle bedwetter's!" He
said. I apologized for last night wetting again, and climbed in to bed.
My Dad kissed me again, "I've put a plastic sheet on the bed to protect it." Then he left the room. The plastic sheet was some consolation though. I loved the way it rustled just like plastic pants every time I moved. I didn't want to wet again, it didn't get me anywhere, just made me feel a bit funny. Oh well diaper would have been fun, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
As the early morning light drifted into my room, I opened my eyes and felt a weird feeling. I sat straight up and pulled back the sheets. My PJs and the bed surrounding me were soaked. How could this happen, I didn't wet last night did I? Except for yesterday I couldn't even remember a time I'd wet the bed. But here I was 12 years old and sitting in a wet bed wearing wet footed sleeper. My Dad opened the door. "Good morning, kid. Are you wet?".
"Aaaaa...... Ya" I said in shock he pulled back my covers and told me to get cleaned up. At breakfast Jenny asked if I had wet I said yes, "Well dad what do you think," he asked my Aunt. "I think he is going to take a nap today with Josh, you know how little boys get when they don't get the sleep they need" she said.
I to was put down for a nap at 4PM, at 5PM the door opened it was Josh. "Hi" I said to him, "your awake" he said. "What's going on Lex? I didn't think you were a little boy too! You know it won't take dad long to bring out the diapers. Do you need to potty now?" I replied no and that I didn't mean too.
He just said "O.K. I'm just warning you", then he left. I just didn't understand, I didn't mean to wet and I did. I laid there and thought about it, wearing diaper would be fun, but I didn't want to be a real bed wetter. Somewhere in my line of thought I fell asleep. Around 7:45PM I awoke in a very wet bed, I thought I didn't did I. I jump out of bed to see the damages, there was a huge wet spot on my bed.
Just then my dad walked into get me up for dinner, "Well it looks like we've wet for the third time" he exclaimed. "Go down stairs and eat dinner while I decided what to do with you" he told me. As I walk into the kitchen Jenny said "OH NO not another little accident." I just sat down to eat my dinner. About 15 minutes later my dad came down, "Jenny it is Josh's bed time will you get him ready for me" she said.
Zac said yes and left, "Kid I think that it is time to put you in
diapers again" He told me "I'm 12" I said "I don't want to wear diapers." It was weird I now found I didn't want to wear diaper and I didn't know why. "This is the first time that this has ever happened" I said. "I think it's a good idea," replied my dad "My experience has taught me that little boys are never really potty trained until they're a bit older than you are.
Sometimes it's just easier to keep little boys like you in diapers if they're having accidents." "I promise I won't do it again," I protested "I don't need to wear diapers." "I understand Lex," he told me "But it is for the best, I mean look at you, your wearing wet pants and a wet shirt, you need them, now if things change then you won't have to wear them anymore O.K." he told me.
I took the last bite of my dinner and put my head down "OK" I said. "Good then I suppose it is time to get little Lex ready for beddie-bye" He led me up stairs and into the bathroom and said, "Now I'll take care of you wittle guy." He told me to sit on the Toilet and I did. He began untying my shoes. He took off my shoes and told me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly laid on the counter. Then he began to unbutton my pants, he asked me to stand and then quickly pulled off my pants and put them on top of my shirt. Then he removed my
underwear.
I was standing before him naked, He then got a wash cloth out and got it wet "O.K Lex your come over here" he told me, I slowly walked over to him. He took the wash cloth and washed my face then my hands, "O.K, feet apart" he told me and I slowly spread my legs and he went about cleaning my bottom and private parts with the wash cloth.
My soon to be diaper area was now ready for my diaper. I was a bit embarrassed by the whole thing and put my thumb in my mouth to suck it. I have always been a thumb sucker, but only at night I don't know why but I felt I need my thumb now. "There now all done" he told me "now lets get you to bed". I turned to go left down the hall and was stopped by my dad saying, "And just where do you think you're going?
Your room is on the right." "Buuh muh rum izz down dere," I objected around my thumb. "That's my guest room, little boys don't sleep in there. Your new room is next to dad's were he can come and change your dirty dydees during the night, come on, " he said. I followed him to Josh's room or should I say Joshy's nursery. The odor of baby powder filled the room gloriously.
There was nothing in the room that said 12 year old… it all said
toddler. The room was wallpapered with pink, blue and yellow duckies, hobby horses and teddy bears. I didn't know what to look at first. There was no bed, only two cribs both more than big enough for Josh. They were both white with stenciled bunnies all over them. There were bumper pads to make sure you didn't get close to the rails.
A shelf within reach of the cribs had all kinds of stuffed animals and a Fisher Price music box to help baby get to sleep. Over the cribs were mobiles with all the Cartoon characters. The change table was about three feet high and had a white rubber changing pad patterned with Bugs Bunny. There were six very large drawers below changing level. Nearby on a shelf for handy use were large containers of baby powder, baby lotion, baby wipes and baby oil.
He took my hand and led me naked into Joshy nursery and said, "This will be the nursery for both Joshy and Lex now. Josh is already in his crib, but we've brought out another crib just like his for you to sleep in. You won't be needing the guest room anymore. Now get up on your changing table and lie down like a good little boy." He gently rolled me onto my tummy and proceeded to rub baby oil on my bottom.
He then put powder on me and told me to roll over, I did and my tell tale erection came into her view. "Well, it seems that my little boy like the thought of diapered, which is good because I like the thought of diapering baby Lex, and I think I'll be diapering him for quite a while.
He then finished putting oil and powder me with an expert touch . "OK, sweetie, lift your butt so I can put your diaper on you." He had me arch my back so he could slide the thick diaper under my bottom, I could feel the thick soft cloth on my butt. In no time he had my diapers pulled up between my legs. He double pinned me up with yellow duckie pins. He then pulled out a pair of blue plastic pants. "I think we best use heavy duty baby pants for nighttime since you're such a heavy wetter
Lex."
After placing my feet through the leg holes, the plastic pants
rustled the whole way up my legs. He stretched the waist out in order to get them over my ample diaper and made sure the waist and legs would have no possibility of leakage. "There," he said "now let's get your PJs on."
He held out a pair of sleeper that were yellow so I could step into them. It was at this time I noticed the zipper was in the back. I wondered how I'd ever get them off. I got on the sleepers, and my Dad zipped me into them. "Now hopefully there won't be any leaks. I don't want to have to wash sheet all the time. The diaper was massive but the plastic pants were still large enough to crinkle as I waddled across the room. He lowered the front rail and had me get in under the blanket. The sheets were baby blue with building blocks and the blanket was Red. He caressed my forehead and hair and gave me a gentle kiss.
Then he pulled up the front rail and said, "Now I expect you to be in the crib in the morning when I came in. If you feel you have to use the washroom, use your diaper, that's what it's for. He left the room for a minute and when he came back he had two bottles for each of us. "One is warm milk to help put you to sleep tonight, the other is apple juice for the morning until I come into get you out of your cribs."
He placed our bottle in each of our mouths and held it until we started sucking. The nipples were large enough that we could easily suck. "Now the two of you get to sleep. If you're both good you might get out of your diapers in the morning. Sweet dreams." As he turned out the lights the night light shone so that we wouldn't be afraid and the music box tinkled a reassuring lullaby.
I patted my diaper to hear the rustle of my plastic pants. I had never felt so safe, secure and comfortable. It was at this point I decided I wanted to be a little boy forever. Well morning came and found both me and Josh soaked, I talk to Josh and found he love to wear diaper and, he only wore under pant when he thought guests wouldn't understand. I told him I to enjoined the feeling of diapers, and I wanted to stay in them.
When my Dad came into get us we were both very excited. I ate breakfast that morning in a high chair. After breakfast we were given the option of diapers or under pant, we both wanted diapers. We spent the rest of the day dressed in onesie and diapers. Well that is how my summer went. I spent every day well diapered, and in a T-shirt or romper. I sleep in a crib and ate in a high chair, and played all day with my baby border and my blocks.
Written By: Lex