Cloth Diapers & Panties

I take the win 

Nice chapter. Can’t wait to see how it’s handled next.

Chapter 57 As we entered the final week of our summer stay, it was time to start cleaning up and putting things away. One of the tasks Betsy’s mom had on the list was washing all of her cloth diapers and hanging them outside to dry in the sun. The breeze was light, the sky clear—perfect weather for laundry. Once they were dry, we laid them flat on the table, ready to be folded and stored for next summer. That way, if Betsy was still using them—and I had a feeling she might be—everything would be ready to go. No fuss, no scrambling. Just quiet preparation to help keep the bed dry and the nights peaceful. While the diapers dried, we soaked Betsy’s plastic pants in hot water for ten minutes, gave them a good scrubbing, and carried them out to the clothesline. As we stepped outside, her mom was already there, watching the diapers flutter in the breeze. She turned to us and asked, half amused, “Why are some of these not as white as the others? They look like the color of Betsy’s diapers back when she was still pooping in them as a toddler.” I answered gently, “It’s from Betsy’s period.” She looked at me, puzzled. “Why?” I explained gently, “At night, Betsy doesn’t like using tampons—she feels the diaper handles it just fine.” Her mom turned to Betsy and asked, “Is that true?” Betsy nodded, her voice soft. “Yes.” Her mom smiled, accepting it without hesitation. “Well, that’s fine—using your diaper for that makes sense.” Then she glanced back at the clothesline and added with a chuckle, “But some of these still look like the ones you used when you were a toddler and still pooping in them.” Betsy’s face turned bright red. Her mom gave her a knowing look and said again, “That’s what I thought,” and didn’t say another word about it. You two did do a great job on washing her diapers and with that she turned and left.   As we were hanging up her plastic pants to dry. Betsy looked at me, her eyes misty. “She knows I’ve been wearing diapers all the time—and pooping in them—while they were gone,” she said quietly. I leaned closer and replied, “She might know, but I don’t think she’s mad about it.” There was a quiet understanding in the air—no judgment, just care. It was one of those moments where acceptance spoke louder than words. After three unforgettable months tucked away in that serene cabin, it was finally time to say goodbye. The place had become a haven—a quiet retreat wrapped in pine-scented air and the gentle hush of lake water lapping against the shore. But as magical as it was, the cabin had one major drawback: its distance from home. The drive was long and winding, and when your heart wasn’t ready to leave, every mile felt like a small betrayal. To make it back before nightfall, we had to start early—painfully early. Alarms buzzed at 4:30 a.m., slicing through the stillness like an unwelcome guest. By 5:00, we needed to be packed and on the road, headlights cutting through the misty morning. Betsy, our sleepy little bundle of resistance, was never one to greet the dawn with enthusiasm. When the alarm sounded, she instinctively curled tighter into her blanket cocoon, letting out a groggy protest as if she could will the morning away. Her tiny fists clutched the edges of her quilt, and her face scrunched in defiance of the new day. I gently lifted her from the bed and laid her on the changing mat, bracing myself for the usual diaper battle. Her overnight diaper was soaked, and as I cleaned her up—wiping carefully between her legs to remove the remnants of ointment—I couldn’t help but notice how much she’d changed. Her hair, once wispy and sparse, had flourished over the summer. It now thick enough to rival her mother’s. I chuckled to myself, thinking how much quicker cleanup would be if she were still bald. But watching her grow, even in such small ways, was a quiet joy—one of those subtle markers of time that made the end of the season feel even more bittersweet. After changing Betsy and slipping her into a fresh diaper, I dressed her in a soft cotton T-shirt—one of those faded summer staples that didn’t quite reach the waistband. The diaper peeked out beneath the hem, but it felt natural, familiar. Neither of us minded. It was part of the rhythm we’d settled into over the past few months, a quiet language of care and comfort. Before heading to the car, I paused at the doorway, the morning light spilling across the cabin floor. I reached for the diaper bag and tucked in a couple of extra diapers, knowing the long drive ahead might call for them. It wasn’t just about practicality—it was about preserving a sense of ease, of continuity. I knew, deep down, that this would be the last time for a while that I’d be helping Betsy like this. So I kept her in a diaper for the entire trip—not because she needed it, but because it felt right. It was a gesture of tenderness, a way to hold onto the softness of summer even as we drove away from it. She seemed content, nestled in her seat, her eyes half-closed as the trees blurred past the window. There was a quiet understanding between us, a shared appreciation for the simplicity of the moment. The care I gave wasn’t just received—it was mirrored back in her calm, in the way she leaned into the routine. Over the course of that summer, I came to understand two things with startling clarity: Betsy identified as an adult baby, and I had discovered I was a diaper lover. These realizations didn’t arrive with fanfare—they settled in slowly, like the dusk at the end of a long day. I hadn’t grasped how deeply those feelings ran until the season ended and the silence of the drive home gave me space to reflect. Spending time together in that quiet, tucked-away cabin gave us something rare: the freedom to simply be. No masks, no explanations—just the gentle rhythm of days unfolding without judgment. What began as simple routines—meals, morning walks, bedtime rituals—slowly deepened into something far more meaningful. They became acts of care, of affirmation, of quiet understanding. As the season drew to a close, I found myself reflecting not just on what we did, but on what it all meant. The stillness of the woods, the hush of the lake, the way the sunlight filtered through the trees—it all seemed to echo the quiet transformation happening between us. In those unspoken moments, in the shared laughter and the soft vulnerability, something deeper was revealed. I came to see that the discoveries we made weren’t merely about preferences or habits. They were about connection. About trust. About the profound comfort of being truly seen and accepted. And maybe that’s what those funny feelings were—not confusion, but recognition. A subtle shift in the air between us, a knowing that something had changed, and that it would linger long after the last pine needle was brushed from our bags. As winter settled in and our conversations moved from shared spaces to shared screens, I began to understand more clearly just how deeply Betsy connected with being an adult baby. It wasn’t a role or a phase—it was a part of her, a tender truth she had carried quietly for so long. And in listening, in holding space for her story, I realized how much that summer had changed me too. Betsy never quite knew where those feelings came from, but she understood they were part of her—woven into her sense of self in a way that couldn’t be ignored. Over time, she stopped trying to bury them and instead began to accept them, gently and without shame. She still struggles with nighttime wetting, so diapers remain a practical necessity. But beyond the utility, she misses the freedom she felt at the cabin—the quiet permission to be herself without apology. There, she could wear diapers and use them fully, whenever she needed to, without second-guessing or hiding. She could drink from her baby bottle and soothe herself with a pacifier, wrapped in the comfort of knowing she was safe from judgment. She once confided that her mother never mentioned anything about those six weeks—never asked, never commented on the fact that Betsy had used diapers just as she had when she was a toddler. That silence, oddly enough, felt like a kind of grace. It allowed her to exist in that space without confrontation, without having to explain. Now, as winter settles in and the world grows quieter, Betsy holds onto those memories like a warm blanket. That summer gave her something rare: the space to be fully herself. And even though the season has passed, the feeling remains—a quiet echo of acceptance, comfort, and the kind of connection that doesn’t fade with time. Now as a diaper lover. Seeing Besty in just a diaper on her bottom is something that I love to see. I much rather see that than her running around with nothing on her bottom. I really love it when she had a full diaper with both pee and poop in it and it hanging so low that the diaper was trying to fall off. I also like it when I had to change her wet or stinky diaper it never brother me, I enjoy getting to clean her up because I like having my hands on her bottom.  To be honest, more than one erection was because of her diapers. Some nights after I put Besty to bed, I had to go to the bathroom to take care of that problem. I didn’t think Besty knew that I was doing it in the bathroom. But she told me that she knew each time I was masturbating in the bathroom and then she told me each time I was doing that she was laying with a hand down inside her diaper masturbating. She just gave a smile and said you weren’t the only one enjoying coming. Then she went on and said that maybe next summer we might be able to help each other out on the masturbating part. I looked at her, surprised and intrigued, and simply said, “Maybe we can.” That moment opened up a whole new layer of conversation—one that touched on parts of myself I hadn’t shared much before. Being a diaper lover is something deeply personal, and there’s so much I could say about it. It’s not just about the physical aspect; it’s tied to comfort, identity, and emotional connection. If you’re familiar with it, you probably understand how complex and meaningful it can be.

Right?!  TYPICAL!! 😂

Chapter 8 – Bath Time and Regrets   After about 15 minutes, my mother called me from the top of the stairs. ‘Bath time Amy’ she said loudly. ‘Coming Mummy’, I replied. I raced upstairs and into the bathroom where my mother was waiting for me next to a big bathtub full of bubbles. ‘Arms up’, she said as she lifted the dress over my head. Shen then untaped by diaper which fell to the floor with a wet thud. I looked down and saw that it was yellow inside. ‘When did that happen?’ I wondered, ‘I don’t even remember wetting myself’. However, I ignored that fact that I had zero control over my bladder as my mother picked me up and lifted me into the nice warm bath. I instantly felt relaxed and a big smile appeared on my face. ‘I think baby Amy enjoys her bath time, don’t you darling?’ cooed my mother. ‘Yes Mummy’, I grinned, ‘I love bath time!’ My mother gently began washing my back and I began to feel calm and completely in my ‘little’ space. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long as Becky appeared in the doorway. ‘Can I wash Amy?’ she asked. I quickly began to panic, ‘no, I want you to wash me Mummy’, I begged. ‘Aw, it’s ok Amy’, my mother smiled, ‘Becky will get you nice and clean’. I watched helplessly as she left the room and Becky took her place beside the bath tub. ‘What are you up to?’ I asked suspiciously as Becky began to wash me. ‘Nothing’, she grinned, ‘I just want to clean my baby cousin’. I continued watching her with suspicion as she continued washing my body. She was actually being nice to me for a change. ‘Did you have fun at the beach today?’ she asked. ‘Yes thanks’, I replied, ‘did you? You looked like you were really enjoying yourself in the sea’. ‘Erm yeah it was fun’, she smiled. I began to wonder again about the possibility of Becky having a ‘little’ side. ‘Do you ever wish you could have more fun like that?’ I asked. Becky raised her eyebrow, ‘what do you mean?’ ‘Well, we all had so much fun splashing each other in the sea, I bet it made you feel like a little kid again’, I said. Becky looked puzzled, ‘erm like I said, it was fun’, she replied. I could tell that she wasn’t understanding and so I decided to push it a bit further. ‘What about when me and Leo were having our diapers changed?’ I said. ‘What about it?’ she asked ‘I saw the way that you were looking at us’, I admitted, ‘you looked jealous of all the attention that we were getting’. ‘What? No I wasn’t’, Becky snapped back. ‘Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wear a diaper again’, I asked. ‘Shut up’, she replied angrily, ‘stop being weird’. I could sense that she was getting upset and so I decided not to push it further. ‘I was only staring because it was weird seeing my sixteen-year-old cousin having his diaper changed like a baby’, she scoffed. ‘If you say so’, I smiled. But just like that, she was back to her normal horrible self. Becky grinned as she began washing my genitals. ‘Wow, you have a very small pee pee don’t you Amy?’ she giggled. I ignored her but she continued. ‘I can see why you chose to be a baby, you’ve got a baby pee pee’, she laughed. I could feel myself tensing up as she continued to tease me. ‘It’s a good job that I turned you into a girl’, she scoffed, ‘you barely qualify for a boy with a pee pee that size’. ‘Stop it’, I snapped back, ‘its not like you’ve got a boyfriend to compare the sizes with’. Becky was shocked. ‘I could get a boyfriend if I really wanted to’, she argued. ‘No you couldn’t’, I argued back, ‘I saw you posing on the beach earlier and trying to get the attention of the boys. You’re so pathetic and horrible that no boy would ever be interested in you’. I took a handful of bath water and threw it at her. Becky sat on the floor completely speechless. Even I was quite surprised at how angry I had gotten. Suddenly, my mother walked in. ‘Theres a lot of noise in here’, she smiled, ‘everything ok?’ I was waiting for Becky to get me into trouble but to my surprise she calmy stood up and turned to my mother. ‘It’s ok’, she said gently, ‘we were just playing around. She’s all clean now’. Becky then left the room. I actually started to feel bad and could see that I had upset her. After getting dried and diapered, my mother put on my romper before helping me into the crib. She placed a pacifier in my mouth and kissed me on the forehead. ‘Sweet dreams princess’, she cooed. I had never been called ‘princess’ before…but I liked it. ‘Night Night Mummy’, I gurgled through my pacifier and fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up about 15 minutes later as Leo was put to bed for his nap. Leo’s mother saw me and came over. ‘Your Mummy said that you might want this’, she said and handed me a bottle of juice. ‘Fankyou’, I replied. I drank a little bit before putting the bottle next to me for later. ‘Night night girls’, Leo’s mother said as she left the room. I watched as Leo’s eyes began getting heavy. ‘Goodnight Lucy’, I smiled through my pacifier. Leo smiled before drifting off to sleep. I rolled over and rested my eyes and began to remember the events of the day. All in all, it had been a fun day at the beach. Suddenly, the door opened. I rolled back over to see Becky standing in the doorway looking angry. Leo woke up and noticed the look on her face. He instantly pulled his duvet to his face. However, it seemed that Becky was focused on me. She closed the door before walking over to the crib. I took my pacifier out. ‘Is everything ok?’ I asked nervously. She stared at me almost looking evil. ‘Did you really think that I was going to let you get away with that little stunt you pulled in the bathroom?’ she whispered. I gulped, ‘I’m really sorry about what I said in the bathroom’. ‘Oh, you will be sorry’, she replied sternly before looking at the bottle in my crib. ‘Stand up’, she said. ‘What?’ I asked puzzled. ‘I said stand up’, she repeated. I did as I was told and stood up in the crib. I was now a lot taller than her and she was face to face with my diaper. She looked up at me, ‘hold open the front of your diaper’, she grinned. I stared at her confused. ‘NOW!’, she said just loudly enough to make me flinch. I put my thumbs into the waist band of my diaper and stretched open the front. Becky peered inside. ‘Aw, I see your wittle pee pee is all covered in baby powder’, she scoffed. Becky then reached into the crib and pulled out my baby bottle. She examined all of the juice inside before undoing the top and taking it off. ‘W…what are you doing?’ I asked nervously. ‘You need to be punished Amy’, she replied and brought the bottle to my stretched open diaper. That was when I realised her intention. ‘No’, I cried, ‘please don’t’. Becky looked at me with a devilish smile. ‘This is what happens when little baby girls try to be clever’, she grinned before slowly pouring the juice into my diaper. It felt cold and uncomfortable and I began shuffling around. ‘Hold still’, Becky demanded. I did as I was told and stood as still as possible while she continued pouring the last of the juice into my diaper. Once she was done, she put the lid back onto the bottle and threw it into the crib. I let go of my waistband and felt my diaper begin to droop. I was instructed to lie back down in the crib. Becky then leant over. ‘I’m sorry’, I sobbed, ‘I promise I’ll never be horrible to you again’. Becky grinned, ‘oh, don’t think your punishment ends there’, she said, ‘tomorrow, we’re going to have a nice fun day together. It’ll be a day that you’ll never forget’. My lips began to tremble as she placed my pacifier back into my mouth. ‘Now suck on your binky and go to sleep like a good little girl’, Becky said sternly before heading out of the room and closing the door behind her. Leo appeared from underneath his duvet, ‘are you ok?’ I couldn’t answer him. I lay there sobbing in my cold, wet diaper as I wondered what horrors I would face the next day.     Chapter 9 – The Wrath of Becky   The next day, I sat nervously in my highchair whilst my mother began feeding me my breakfast. I kept looking around to see where Becky was but so far, I had managed to keep my distance from her. ‘Is everything ok Amy?’ asked my mother, ‘you seem a little bit distracted’. ‘Have you seen Becky?’ I said anxiously. ‘Not yet sweetie’, replied my mother, ‘but I believe that she has a lovely day planned for you both’. My body filled with terror. ‘Mummy, please can I stay with you today?’ I begged. ‘Don’t be silly Amy’, my mother smiled, ‘I’m sure that you and Becky will have a lovely time. I know that she’s very excited about it’. ‘Is Leo coming?’ I asked. ‘You mean Lucy?’ my mother corrected me, ‘no I think Becky said that she just wanted a special day with you. Isn’t that sweet of her?’ ‘No, it isn’t’, I argued, ‘Becky is always teasing me and she just wants to take me out to humiliate me’. My mother looked unimpressed, ‘Amy, that’s a horrible thing to say. I hope that you won’t be giving her any trouble today’, she said sternly. I knew that nothing was going to change. Whatever I did, Becky was still going to give me a nightmare of a day. After getting showered and having my dress put on me, my mother led me downstairs where Becky was waiting by the front door with the stroller. She grinned as she saw me. ‘There she is’, Becky cooed, ‘I bet you can’t wait for our fun day out together’. I ignored her. ‘Ready to get in the stroller?’ she asked. ‘I’m happy to walk’, I replied. My mother quickly stood in front of me. ‘Remember what we talked about Amy’, she said, ‘I don’t want you to give Becky any trouble today’. ‘Yes Mummy’, I replied feeling defeated and sat in the stroller. ‘Good girl’, smiled Becky as she began strapping me in. I saw Leo being fed his breakfast in the highchair and wished that I was staying with him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to happen as my mother opened the front door, allowing Becky to wheel the stroller outside. ‘Have fun you two’, my mother cheered before closing the door. I instantly began sobbing. ‘Becky, please don’t do this’, I pleaded, ‘I said I was sorry about yesterday’. However, Becky ignored my cries and leant down next to me before putting a pacifier into my mouth. ‘Shh, it’s ok’, Becky cooed, ‘you just relax and let Auntie Becky take care of you’. Suddenly, a stern look appeared on our face. ‘But I’m warning you, one step out of line and I’ll have to punish you even more’, Becky said, ‘but you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you Amy?’ I nodded whilst sucking hard on my pacifier. She grinned before standing up and began to push the stroller. I had no idea where we were going and could do nothing but sit quietly in the stroller and be on my best behaviour. As Becky continued pushing the stroller, I began to recognise where we were. It was the shopping mall that we had been to the other day. The first shop we went to was a general convenience store. It wasn’t over busy but there were just enough people to notice the ‘big baby girl’. Becky wheeled me through a toy section until we reached some colouring books. ‘Ooh, these look fun’, she smiled and picked up some crayons to go with it. To my horror, I was taken down the baby aisle and we stopped at a huge selection of diapers. Normally, I loved to check out the diapers but I was feeling too self-conscious and just wanted to leave. Becky scanned the many packs of diapers until one pack caught her eye. She took it off from the shelf and examined it before showing me. ‘I think you’ll love these’, she giggled whilst holding the diapers in front of me. They were a pack that had ’50 DISNEY PRINCESS DIAPERS’ written on the front. ‘Would you like these, Amy?’ Becky asked me with a devilish grin. Not wanting to make her angry, I nodded in agreement. We headed over to the cashier to pay for the items. I stared at the floor and hoped that this day would end soon. When we were finished, Becky pushed the stroller out of the shop before stopping. She then handed me the pack of diapers. ‘I need you to be my little helper’, she smiled, ‘I want you to hold onto these diapers and look after them’. I reluctantly did as I was told and wrapped my arms around the pack of diapers. To any passerby it would look as if I was hugging a pack of diapers which seemed pretty silly but also a little embarrassing. Becky then pushed the stroller into the ‘Alternative Clothing’ store where I had found my pink summer dress. ‘We need to get you another dress’, Becky announced, ‘you can’t just keep wearing the same one all the time’. To add to my humiliation, she parked the stroller next to all of the summer dresses and began to look through them whilst I remained sat still holding onto my new diapers. She pulled out a few different dresses but struggled to choose any. However, she eventually found the one that she was looking for. Becky held it out in front of me. It was another pink dress but this one looked like it was made for a ballerina. The dress looked a lot silkier than the one I had but also much shorter. I knew right away that it wouldn’t cover any of my diaper. Becky looked at me and smiled. ‘I think you want this dress, don’t you Amy?’ she asked with a big grin. I bit down hard on my pacifier in frustration and nodded my head. ‘Excellent’, she cheered and wheeled the stroller to the checkout. As the cashier began scanning the dress, I noticed him looking at me curiously as I sat clutching tightly onto the pack of diapers. I immediately stared at the ground again until we were out of the shop. ‘I’m hungry’, Becky announced, ‘I think it’s time we had our picnic’. We began moving away from the shopping mall and towards a large park in the distance. I began having flashbacks of being at the park with Leo and wished that he was here right now to share this nightmare with. Becky managed to find a fairly secluded spot at the park and left me sitting in the stroller whilst she lay out a blanket and set up the picnic. Finally, I was let out of the stroller and my pacifier was taken out. ‘Are you having a nice time?’ Becky asked. ‘Yes, Auntie Becky’, I replied as sincerely as possible as I sat down on the blanket. ‘It’s getting pretty warm out here so I don’t think you’ll need your dress on for now’, Becky said and began to lift it off me. I winced in discomfort as the dress was taken away from me, once again leaving me in just a diaper. ‘That’s better, isn’t it?’ she asked. ‘Yes Auntie Becky’, I agreed with a forced smile on my face. After attaching my bib, Becky allowed me to eat the picnic food myself. I had a few sandwiches and little bit of cake. I had to admit that she had done a pretty good job with the picnic. Becky then pulled out a baby bottle full of juice from her bag. I began to panic as I remembered what she had done to me last night in the crib but this time she had a pleasant smile on her face and gestured me to lie down in her lap. I crawled over and got comfortable in her lap. Becky then placed the bottle into my mouth and began feeding me whilst rocking me back and forth. ‘This is nice, isn’t it?’ she cooed. I nodded and continued suckling. Becky smiled, ‘I think that baby Amy is starting to realise that she shouldn’t be mean to her Auntie Becky’. Once again, I nodded. After finishing my bottle, Becky quickly made sure that I was facing the other way as I let out a loud burp. ‘Good girl’, she smiled. As I got up from her lap, she reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the colouring book and crayons that she had purchased before handing them to me. ‘Now I want you to colour in at least two pictures before we go anywhere else’, Becky instructed. ‘Can’t I just relax for a bit?’ I asked. ‘Don’t be so ungrateful’, Becky snapped, ‘I bought you a nice colouring book and so I expect you to sit like a good girl and do some colouring, do I make myself clear?’ I gulped, ‘yes Auntie Becky, I’m sorry’. ‘Now I want you to tell me when your diaper needs changing’, Becky announced. I nodded in agreement. ‘But no stinkies’, she added, ‘I’m not changing a smelly bum. If you poop in your diaper then you’ll be sitting in it until we get home’. I just hoped that I wouldn’t need to. As the sun continued shining throughout the park, I sat on the blanket doing some colouring whilst Becky scrolled through her phone. We said very little to one another. As I began to colour my second picture, I felt a comforting warmth inside my diaper. I immediately knew that I was wetting myself but continued to colour while nature took its course. When I was sure that I was done, I looked over at Becky who was posing and taking selfies. ‘Auntie Becky?’ I said nervously. ‘What do you want?’ Becky replied whilst continuing to pose for her camera. ‘My…um…diaper needs changing’, I stammered. She looked over at me and saw the dark yellow stain on the front of my diaper. ‘Have you finished your colouring?’ she asked. ‘I’m just colouring the second picture’, I replied. ‘Finish your colouring and then I’ll change you’, she announced and went back to taking selfies. I couldn’t believe it. Since I had started wearing diapers, this was the first time that I had been refused a diaper change. I began to feel like a little toddler and sulked whilst I finished my colouring. About fifteen minutes later, I had finally finished. I showed my pictures to Becky who studied them carefully before closing the book and putting it away. She then reached over and grabbed the pack of ‘Princess’ diapers. I knew right then and there that I was going to be changed out in the open again. ‘Lie down’, Becky instructed. I lay down on the picnic blanket whilst Becky ripped off the tapes and opened up my diaper. ‘Gross’, she said sticking her nose up at the yellow stain inside my diaper. She pulled the diaper away and began cleaning me with some baby wipes. Despite never doing it before, I was surprised at how thorough Becky was when cleaning me. She made sure to clean everywhere and didn’t complain once, even when wiping around my butt hole. I giggled. ‘Does that feel nice?’ Becky asked. ‘Yes, Auntie Becky’, I replied. She looked at me suspiciously. ‘You really do enjoy this baby stuff, don’t you?’ she asked. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. ‘I really don’t understand you’, Becky said shaking her head. ‘It just feels nice to clear your mind and regress’, I replied, ‘you just get to enjoy playing and receiving lots of attention from the adults’. ‘Maybe I should try it sometime’, she joked. ‘You should’, I said encouraging her. She looked at me for a second and looked as if she wanted to say something. However, she quickly shook her head and opened up the pack of diapers instead. She pulled one out and examined it. It was pink with a picture of a Disney princess on it. Becky then pulled out another one and held them up. ‘Which princess do you want on your diaper?’ she asked, ‘Cinderella or Snow White?’ I felt silly trying to choose one and didn’t know what to say. However, Becky quickly raised my legs and gave me a sharp swat on my bottom. I yelped in pain. ‘I won’t ask you again’, she said in a sterner voice. ‘Cinderella’, I quickly replied. ‘Good girl’, Becky smiled and opened up the diaper before sliding it underneath me. She then got out the baby powder. ‘We’d better pour some powder on that wittle pee pee of yours’, she giggled, ‘you have such a small pee pee, don’t you Amy?’ I clenched my fists in frustration, ‘yes Auntie Becky’. I watched as she sprinkled a very generous amount of powder all over my genitals. She then pulled the diaper over my private parts and taped it up tightly. I sat up and looked down at the pink diaper that I was now wearing. Even without my dress, I now felt very feminine, especially with Cinderella looking up at me. ‘Now then, I think it’s time to get you back into your stroller and head home’, Becky smiled. As she led me over to the stroller, I quickly reminded her. ‘Auntie Becky, you forgot about my dress’, I said. ‘Oh, I think it’s far too warm for your dress’, she grinned and began strapping me in. ‘Please, I don’t want everyone to see my pink diaper’, I cried. ‘Aw, I think someone’s getting cranky’, Becky chuckled, ‘don’t worry, when we get home you can have a nice long nap’. With that, she placed a pacifier firmly into my mouth before setting off home. We gathered quite a bit of attention as we went through the park. I think my bright pink princess diaper might have been the main reason. I closed my eyes and tried to have a nap. I didn’t manage to fall asleep but it definitely distracted me. When we arrived home, Becky immediately unbuckled the straps and let me out of the stroller. Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand and led me straight upstairs. ‘Everything alright?’ I heard my mother call from the living room. ‘Yeah’, Becky shouted down the stairs, ‘I’m just putting the baby down for her nap’. I was taken straight into the bedroom and told to get into the crib. As Becky pulled up the side of the crib she looked at me with a stern look on her face. ‘Listen closely’, she said, ‘I don’t want you to breathe a word to anyone about what happened today. If anyone asks, you can tell them that we had a lovely day out together’. I sat in the crib and took out my pacifier. ‘Why are you always so mean to me?’ I asked. ‘I can be as mean as I want’, she scoffed, ‘I’m the adult and you’re the baby. That means that I can tease and humiliate you as much as I want and there’s nothing that you can do about it.’ ‘You made me feel really embarrassed and awkward today’, I replied. ‘Well, you can’t deny that you look a lot cuter ever since I turned you and your friend into girls. Of course, I’m going to parade you around for everyone to see’. ‘I’ll tell my Mum’, I threatened. ‘I really doubt that any of the grown-ups are likely to believe a pathetic little baby like you’, she gloated. However, I suddenly began to smile. In fact, it was probably the biggest smile that I had ever done. ‘I’m not so sure about that’, I grinned and pointed towards the door. Becky seemed confused at first, but as she turned around, the colour drained from her face. Standing in the doorway were my Auntie and my mother who had been listening to the entire conversation. For the first time, Becky had fear in her eyes. ‘Hi, what are you guys doing here?’ she asked sweetly. However, her angelic act wasn’t going to work this time. ‘We had a look in your shopping bag and were just a bit confused about the pink diapers and ballerina dress’, replied my mother. ‘I think it’s all becoming pretty clear now’, my Auntie said looking at Becky with the bag in her hand. Becky began to quiver, ‘I…I…I can explain everything’. I couldn’t wait to hear this.