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This is abuse, no two ways about it. I can see a child who is forced to wear diapers in their teens to kill their parents at the first opportunity. I didn't tell you about something," she confessed. "Pam and Tina already know. At night, I grind my teeth. You CAN get teeth guards to protect your teeth if you happen to do that at night, but my dentist told my parents that a pacifier works just as good and is ten times cheaper." Pam showed me that they had bought something. It looked like a folder at first, but she opened it up and there was a picture of me, Mom, Chelsea, and Tina going down on Daredevil's Falls. Easily seen in the picture was my pacifier pinned to my shortalls, and something I hadn't noticed - the way I was sitting, the diaper peaked out the leg opening. I reached for it, but Pam flipped it closed, pulling it away from me. "I don't think so," she giggled. "This will be very good for us to have in the future I think. She opened it so she and Britney could look at it again. "Did you wet your diaper on the way down?" she teased. Actually, she wasn't wrong about that.
I wanted to put the diaper changing table in here," Mom said, "but it would be too small for either of you now, and might collapse under you. We'll just use your cribs." She grinned at this. "Oh, you'll see soon enough. I remember when Mom was trying to get Tina out of night diapers the first time. I'd say she has more in mind than just making sure you two are diapered before you go to bed!" I fixed this one today. Noticed that for some reason, when it posted it removed the name "Chelsea" and a couple other words here and there. I have no idea why it does that! There are other stories here that have the same problem of names disappearing, so I'll be going through and fixing them as I get a chance to. She started off by telling the girls that since I had agreed to live with them, she and I had a little talk, and I had agreed that while I was there I should live by the same rules as the girls. Britney shyly asked if she could help get me ready for bed. Mom gave consideration to this, and then replied that she would call Britney to come down and help after my diaper was changed. "Okay!" Britney chirped happily to this compromise. I was relieved she wasn't going to let Britney help change my diaper, but at the same time I wondered what else was left. Usually Mom just sent me to bed in the diaper and a t-shirt.Keep collections to yourself or inspire other shoppers! Keep in mind that anyone can view public collections—they may also appear in recommendations and other places.
Well, yeah. They are comfortable, with all the padding, and even the tightness is kind of comforting. They are warm and soft – and it is loads better than waking up in a wet bed." I could see her nod understandingly in the dark. Little did I realize that Mom had already prepared for one or both of us taking this view. She was going to take the training to more intense levels if no improvement was shown. Of course she was not so dumb as to not realize that my "improvement" was directly linked to Tina's, and she told me this later. Since I had shown no real improvement on my own, my training needed to be intensified a bit. Mom sighed and turned to me. "I trust you can get out of your wet diapers and clean up yourself. Get one of the baby wipes containers from the Living Room – there are two there, one pink and one purple. You can change in your bedroom – I am going to take care of your sister in the Living Room."When Britney went home later that day, instead of feeling relieved I actually felt a little sad to see her go. I also realized that my first assumptions on this were all wrong – whereas I had thought anyone would naturally make fun of someone my age wearing diapers, out of three girls so far, two had been very nice about it. They had teased a little, but it wasn't overbearing. I remembered then that I wanted to argue about going to Dollywood in diapers. It was too late though, as Mom had led me out of the bathroom by the hand, and the girls were getting a look at my "new pajamas". Though it wasn't nearly as bad as what Britney had chosen for me, her laughter was present, more or less being fueled by 's, which was as bad as it had been when she first figured out I was wearing diapers. Apparently she was over her embarrassment of being made to use the baby potty. Pam was giving me her "teasing" look. Tina actually looked sorry for me. As I sat down on the couch next to her, she sighed and shook her head and patted my arm sympathetically. Tina giggled right away as she asked, "Does that mean he hasta wear a dress for church on Sundays?" Oh. . . " I wasn't sure what to say next. It seemed a weird thing to say thank you for, but that's what I did anyway. She smiled as she noticed I was still holding the teddy bear.
Oh, that!" Pam giggled. "She started wetting the bed a few months ago. Mom has tried everything to help her stop, but really it only got worse. Mom thinks it has to do with Dad being gone." She rolled her eyes as she voiced the explanation. "You don't see ME wetting the bed over it." Pam's referral to her friends was also something I had failed to consider earlier. Pam's and Tina's friends were almost a permanent fixture at the house. Few days went by that at least one didn't show up – usually more than that. How would they miss the diapers in the Living Room when they came over? And even more alarming – sleepovers were commonplace as well! The thought of several giggling girls seeing me in diapers made me cringe – it was bad enough that Tina and Pam would see them. I saw she was holding a pair of scissors in her hand. She moved down the length of the diaper, cutting slits in the plastic cover along the wetness indicator every inch or so. When she finished, she powdered me and put that diaper on me. As she fastened it, she told me, "We're going to be out for awhile and may not be able to get to a restroom as much, so I think it is best to double diaper you for now." With that she grabbed another diaper from the shelf and pulled it snugly over the first one.Too bad," she said. "Remember, I'M in charge." Wonderful - there are not many things more irritating than an eleven year old girl on a power trip. "So we are gonna play that I am the Mommy and YOU are the baby - no big change there," she teased. She sounded like she sincerely hoped for an affirmative answer, so I decided to come clean. "Yeah." I was less than amused. "But. . . " I started, only to be muffled as Mom pulled a long T-shirt over my head. I looked down the front and saw it was purple with the word "Princess" scrawled across the front in glitter. Forgetting my point about the amusement park, I asked the obvious. "What's this?" I looked down and realized she was right. There was a faint yellow tinge to the diaper and it drooped a bit. Apparently I wet it a lot during the night. I moved a bit more and tugged my nightshirt down over the diaper.
Deciding it was safe to act that way with Britney at least, I decided to play along a bit more. "Duh," I said, imitating what I had seen "Michele" do on "Full House". At this point, Tina came in, struggling with a couple bags. "Just put them down right here," Mom told her. The bags were set on the floor, and I saw they were from a nearby Walmart. Mom reached in the bag and pulled out a large changing pad, and spread it on the floor. I was surprised and didn't answer for a minute. I wanted to approach it very carefully since I didn't know if she was a budding TB/DL, or if this was mere curiosity. I suspected the later. Britney took my silence as me being upset. "I'm sorry – I shouldn't have asked. I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said. When I opened my mouth to answer her, she slipped the nipple of the pink baby bottle into my mouth. "What a good baby girl!" she praised. "Opened right up for her ba-ba. Maybe she LIKES this!" Her saying that wouldn't have been half as bad, had it not been true. As embarrassed as I was to be fed a bottle by her, it was not exactly horrible. There are a lot worse ways to spend an evening. Her saying that, though, pointed it out and brought the reality of the situation home. Mom smiled. "Those," she countered, "You never complained about. I could only assume you liked them." I thought about it and realized she was right – I never actually stated that I didn't want to use a bib or baby bottle. With the way I ended up laying in Pam's and in Britney's laps a few nights ago finishing a whole bottle for each of them, plus the way I had been drinking the bottle for Pam the first night Mom diapered me, what else COULD she believe. It wasn't like I did hate it anyways.
Alternately, Pam and Britney were both given permission to feed me a bottle. This of course only served to make me have to go even more (and sealed the fate that I would, in fact, wet my diaper overnight again). Britney was ecstatic to get the chance to feed me a bottle, and kept giggling the whole time. She also kept jiggling her legs, which shook the pillow on her lap on which I was laying. I have to admit, as far as bottle-feeding goes, Pam was very good. After my bath Mom used baby powder all over me – far too much in my opinion. As she put the diaper that Pam had brought up from the nursery on me, she told me about her idea for the next day.
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