The Movie Star (private with FavDoll)

[Tracey]

The Movie StaR

Like every girl, Jamie had dreams of becoming a movie star as he was growing up. Although he was a boy he preferred to play with dolls rather than trucks and guns. In his fantasy world the dolls were his fans and co stars. During his childhood life had not been an easy ride, he had undiagnosed Growth Hormone Deficiency, or GHD as it is more co referred to, his parents and older sister had been killed in a car crash when he was six and he had lived in a succession of foster homes where because of his petite stature he had more often than not been treated as if he was much younger than his actual age. 

As he scanned the job ads looking for a new opportunity he reflected on his short life and wondered how different it might now be if his parents and sister had not died in the smash with the semi trailer. It was only because of his petite statute and the fact that he still to still ride in a toddlers carseat with a five point harness and full body shell that he had survived the smash, the shell of the carseat preventing his small body from being crushed. They had flown to Europe on a family holiday, it had been an amazing trip before the accident and a wild ride after it. Closing his eyes he remembered the accident vividly, it was night and raining, they were in north of what had previously been East Germany close to the border with Poland, a semi trailer had lost control on the autobann, rolled and crushed their car. When the emergency services pulled him from the wreck still strapped in his carseat the paramedics were amazed that he had survived and immediately mistook him for being much younger than his six years because of his petite stature, the fact that his Mom had diapered him for the road trip and that he was riding in a toddlers carseat. Unfortunately for Jamie the accident was the trigger on a smoking gun that set in chain a series of events that were to define the rest of his childhood. His undiagnosed GHD made him look like a toddler, in a country where english was not the first language and with no parents or sister left alive to support his case that he was six, not three. 

Sedated at the accident scene he had woken the next day to an environment completely foreign to him. Rolling over he stretch his arms and legs making contact with cold steel. Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first. Initially he began to panic, it looked like he was in jail, white bars of cold steel filled his field of vision, as his vision cleared that assumption was dismissed and replaced by a new reality. Moving to a sitting position he realised that he was in a hospital crib, to his left and right other cribs stood their ground, some occupied, others empty. Across the room he could now see four large tables with soft waterproof mattress covers, below each mattress were stacked white cotton baby diapers and well worn plastic baby pants. Without realising what he was doing his hands reached for his manhood, it was only then that he realised that he was wearing the same plastic baby pants and diapers that he could see across the room. Looking down he felt the pressure in his bladder demanding release, his pulse was now racing, through the opaque plastic pants he could see the diaper pins that had been used when he had been brought in from the accident scene and his wet disposable discarded and replaced with a cotton baby diaper.  Pulling himself up to a standing position he had called out to the young nurse who was attending to another child that he needed the bathroom, all she had done was smile back at him and greet him in german, a language he did not know. With his repeated attempts to be let out of the crib and baby diaper to use a bathroom the inevitable eventually arrived, his bladder released, the warm liquid pooling between his skinny legs before being wicked up by the soft cotton of the diaper he was now wearing. His worse fear had been realised, he was in a foreign country and had been mistaken for a toddler who had not been potty trained. 

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The warm liquid quickly filled the bulky garment around my waist as i felt a strong emotion from the humiliating act! I turn back to the nurse, near tears as I tried to control myself. 

"P-please.... please!" I called out to her, trying to shake at the bars of the crib, "Please th-this is all a big mistake! I'm not a baby!" 

[Tracey]

Back in daytime diapers

Across the room Gudren heard the commotion from the small boy who had been brought into the hospital by ambulance last night from the scene of the triple fatal motor vehicle accident.  He had no Identification, the family’s luggage and identification papers had been been destroyed in the fire that taken hold shortly after the boy had been pulled from the wreck still in his carseat. He had been given a sedative at the scene and was asleep on arrival, after the duty emergency doctor had done the necessary checks and declared him to be unharmed the small boy had been brought up to the children’s ward to be cared for.

The only thing that distinguished him from any of the other children that had been admitted was the fact that he was wearing a disposable diaper, almost exclusively the local Mothers used cloth diapers, occasionally a child would arrive in a disposable diaper but it would be one of the locally manufactured Kriepa brand. 

They were produced by the state-owned VEB Papierwerk Kriebstein and  unaffordable. Disposable diapers were far too expensive, most East Germans did not have that kind of money on to spend disposable diapers and used cloth ones. 

Finished with her current charge she turned and walk over to the crib that contained the boy. She could clearly see that his diaper was soaked through the pull-on plastic pants that protected the crib sheets from accidents. The plastic baby pants used by the hospital were manufactured by the State, when new they would have been an opaque, almost see through white color, but now they were yellowed through repeated use and laundering. Incorrectly she assumed that the boy had woken in a wet diaper and now wanted to be changed.

Making eye contact she spoke to the boy in German, “Guten Morgen, mein Junge, für Schwester Gudrun sieht es so aus, als ob deine Windel nass ist. Wir müssen die Windel wechseln, bevor Sie einen Windelausschlag bekommen, dann können Sie eine Flasche Babymilch trinken. (Good morning baby boy, it looks to Nurse Gudrun that your diaper is wet. We need to change that diaper before you get a diaper rash, then you can have a bottle of baby milk.)

 

 

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I was relieved as the tall nurse stood and approached me in the crib that was my prison. Unfortunately, as she talked down to me, I had no idea what she was saying! I knew it was German, afterall my family and I were visiting so I had heard plenty of it, but I didn't understand a single word!

"N-no i don't know what you're saying," I pleaded up at her, obviously emotional as I tried to convey my distress, "Pl-please, I'm speaking English. English.... I'm an American! Please you have to know I'm not a baby!"

[Tracey]

Gudren smiled at the small boy standing in the crib as she unlatched the locks at each end of the dropside crib rail. Letting it slide down she reached in lifted her patient from the crib.

With one hand holding him steady on her hip she walked across the room to a vacant diaper change  table. The warmth emanating from the plastic baby pants that covered the boys diaper left no doubt in her mind, his diaper was wet and he needed to be changed.

Laying the boy on his back she secured the safety strap across his tummy, folded a clean diaper using the aeroplane fold, lifted his skinny legs and slipped the dry diaper under his bottom. In german she then spoke to him, “Hallo Kleines, wirst du ein gutes Baby für mich sein, während ich diese nasse Windel ausziehe und dir für den Morgen eine trockene anziehe?” 

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 I was relieved as she seemed to open the crib, less so when she pulled me into her arms and held me on her hip. I cringed as I felt the wet diaper around my waist press against me as she carried me across the room. To my horror she placed me atop a changing table, prepping a dry diaper beneath my rear. 

I shook my head in confusion, especially as she smiled and talked down to me in a language I had no hope of understanding, let alone communicating in. 

"No no please!" I said, kicking me legs as she raised them, trying to free myself, "I don't need a diaper!" 

[Tracey]

Gudren worked methodically as she did with all of her small patients, from experience she knew that a routine was just as important in hospital as it was at home. Changing a wet diaper before breakfast was a key part of that routine, one that she would ensure her latest patient soon understood even thought it was clear her that he spoke no german and she only knew a few words of english. h

Hearing the petite boy say the word ‘diaper’ instead of its German pronunciation ‘windel’, when she slipped the waterproof plastic pants down the skinny legs of the fussing toddler that lay on the change she assumed he must be American. 

Ignoring his whining wiped his bottom with a warm cloth before dusting it in baby powder. With his legs kicking she took end of the dry diaper and roughly pulled it up snug between his legs before securing the back to the front on both sides with diaper pins.

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"No no please stop," i begged up at her, but it was no use. The soaked diaper and pants were pulled away before I felt her wipe away at my lower half. Next came a cloud of baby powder laid across my body before the soft cloth diaper was was wrapped back around me.

"B-but I don't... I dont need it! Please someone who speaks English," I called out loudly in case anyone nearby might understand me, "Please you have to tell her Im not a baby!" 

[Tracey]

As she pinned the wriggly boy into a dry diaper Gudren made eye contact with him, they could not communicate in a spoken language so perhaps this might work she thought. It never occurred to her that if the accident had happened in what had been West Berlin before the wall had fallen, most people would have also been fluent in English as well as their native German. But here in Schwedt, a large town in northeastern Germany near the river Oder, they were right on the border with Poland. Because of the towns location German or Polish were the spoken and written languages in everyday use. That fact would not play out well for the now diapered boy as she took a pair of of toddler size waterproof baby pants from the shelf under the change table, tugged them up his skinny legs and covered the diaper she had expertly pinned around his loins. Admiring her work she smiled, he might be a boy but with blonde hair down to his shoulders and wearing a pair of soft pink waterproof baby pants he could easily be mistaken for a girl. Mmmmm, I wonder now convincing I could make him look, that could be a fun way to break up the monotony of my day she thought to herself as she released the velcro tummy strap that had kept Jamie safety secured to the baby change table. 

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The look in her eye did little quell my fears and anxiety as the diaper change went on. I looked in horror at the baby pink pants that she effortlessly pulled up my small legs. My cheeks were bright red as this day only got worse and worse at the hands of this oblivious nurse! 
And I got my chance as the Velcro strap was pulled away! 
“Someone help!” I wailed as I rolled to one side of the changing table, tumbling to the soft floor below. The fall wasn’t too bad, leaving me stunned for a second, before I tried to crawl away towards the door to the room to find help!