Pottys are YUCKY! Diapers are BETTER (Ch. 37 - 10/4/2024)

[PamperedPrince]

Four-year-old Macy is a big girl who just about mastered the potty. The only thing standing in her way are the diapers that she still needs to wear every night. But when she has a huge accident during New Year’s Eve, this got her thinking about wearing diapers more often.
Macy’s potty training begins to get flushed down the toilet as she begins to have accident after accident. With the return to diapers eminent for Macy, how does she handle the adjustment in going back to diapers? Will she try to get her big girl underwear back or give up potty training forever?

Chapter 1: Use the Potty

Hi!  I don’t think that I have seen you before, but my name is Macy Robbins.  I would like to share with you how I spent my childhood wearing diapers, and all of the things that I experienced when I was growing up.  Now I know that when I was growing up, most kids my age did not wear diapers.  They wore big boy underwear if they were a boy and big girl underwear if they were a girl.  So, how did I end up wearing diapers?  It’s a very crazy story, and a rather long one, but I promise you that it’s good.  Pinky promise.

I will start my story where it all started when I was two years old.  Back then, I lived with my family.  I lived with two older brothers.  An eight-year-old brother named Jake and a four-year-old brother named Randy.  I liked Jake better since he was always nice to me, and he played with me sometimes.  Randy on the other hand was a meanie.  He always took my toys when I wasn’t looking and blamed me whenever he got in trouble.  Jake always stood up for me whenever Randy was in the room, but Randy always tried to argue with Jake.  I didn’t like the arguments, so I usually tried to stay away from them when they argued.

I lived in a nice house with my mommy and daddy in Cincinnati that was right next to a golf course.  I never understood golf growing up as it was just a game that grown-ups play by hitting little white balls with metal sticks.  We also lived near a nice park that mommy and daddy took us to all the time.  Mommy used to sell houses to people before my older brother Jake was born.  My daddy makes a lot of money as a brain doctor.  Another word for it is surgeon.  He basically helps a lot of people with owwies in their head get better.  I like how daddy is able to help so many people and it makes me happy.

So how did I start wearing diapers?  Well at this point, I have been wearing them since I was born.  But this whole thing called potty training changed everything.  And just two days after my second birthday, my mommy got me a little chair called the potty.  I was supposed to pee in that, instead of my diaper.  Now why did she want me to do that?  She told me that it was all part of me becoming a “big girl”.  I can vividly remember my first day of potty training, thanks to a journal that I kept when I was nine years old.

“Macy dear,” my mommy told me.  “Now that you are two years old, you are going to be potty trained.  Be a good girl and use the potty.”

I can remember just sitting on the seat while I still had my diaper on and looking back at my mommy with a pouty face.  “No!” I told her defiantly.

But my mommy knew the best way to motivate me.  She gave me a smile.  “Macy, for every time that you use the potty, I will give you one M&M…But you have to use the potty and not your diaper, okay?”

That did it.  M&M’s were the best thing in the world for me, so I wasted no time in using the potty whenever I could.

Now I didn’t successfully use the potty right away.  It took almost a week before I successfully used the potty.  Mommy then gave me my first M&M.  It was a red one and it was good.

The other motivator for me using the potty was that my mommy took away my diapers and had me wear pull ups instead.  This made me feel uncomfortable if I peed in my pull up, so I wanted to use the potty more and more.

After six months of using the potty, I finally had no accidents in the daytime.  So, about a couple of weeks after New Year’s Day, my mommy gave me my very first big girl underwear.  They came in two colors: Bubblegum pink and blackberry purple.  I was so proud of being able to wear my big girl underwear.  I definitely felt like a big girl.  Plus, my mommy kept giving me an M&M every time that I used the potty.

However, I still needed to wear diapers every night.  Even though I could hold it during the day, I always peed my diaper in my sleep.

While I remained accident free during the day, a year later, I was still regularly having nighttime accidents in my diaper.  It was mostly pee but was occasionally poop on occasion.  When I got frustrated, my mommy told me not to worry about it and that I would grow out of it when I got older.

At around this time, my mommy’s belly was huge.  A few days later, we were in the hospital.  My mommy gave birth to a new baby.  It was a girl, and she named her Phoebe.  I was so excited.  I was going to be a big sister!

But all of that excitement wore off two weeks later, when I discovered that my mommy was paying less attention to me.  My little sister cried all the time and my mommy always had to feed her, change her diaper, or put her down for a nap.  I was beginning to miss the attention that my mommy was giving me, so I began to pee my underwear on purpose.

This happened for a couple of weeks before my mommy decided to put me back in diapers again.  But this was only for a month.  One month later, my mommy had an appointment with my pediatrician.  She recommended that I get potty trained again and to pay more attention to me as my regression was caused due to the jealousy that I had towards the attention that my baby sister was now getting.

About two months later, I was potty trained again, as my mommy doubled the M&M’s every time that I went both pee and poop in the potty.  The reward for just going pee was still one M&M.  I enjoyed my M&M’s as I successfully began to use the potty again.

But I still kept peeing my diapers every night.  That was something that hasn’t gone away.  Even after my fourth birthday, I still needed to wear diapers at night.

And as I began preschool, I began to make a lot of friends.  When I had my first sleepover in the fall, I discovered that most of my friends were fully potty trained.  I only knew about two or three that still needed to wear diapers at night.  But by Christmas time, two of those three friends were fully potty trained.  Christie and Susie both got to wear underwear at night while Cassie still needed to wear diapers at night like me.

Christmas was a fun time that I spent at my grandma’s in Indiana.  I had a lot of cousins, including two of them that were twin girls that were way older than me.

After Christmas, it was now New Year’s Eve.  My mommy cleaned the area between my legs and picked out my outfit for me to dress myself.  At this age, I could finally wear all of the fun underwear that most kids get to wear when they are at the potty-training age.  But since I was so small at two, I had to wear tiny underwear that fit my petite size.  I put on my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear and my pink dress.  This day was going to be great, but I don’t think that I can stay up until midnight.  My older brother Jake was playing a video game while Randy just watched.  My little sister Phoebe was in her bedroom, taking a nap in her crib.  I was about to go to my room and play with my dollhouse that I got for Christmas.  What could possibly go wrong?

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 2: Pottys are YUCKY!

I entered my bedroom and began playing with my dollhouse.  The dollhouse was two stories, and it had a full family.  A mommy, a daddy, a brother, a sister, and a little baby.  I had the mommy and daddy make lunch for the family while baby was sitting in the highchair.  The brother and sister was sitting in the living room, on a toy couch watching TV.

All of a sudden, Randy came running into my room and he snatched the baby!  He did the same thing during Christmas in Indiana, and I hated it.

Just as Randy was about to run out of my room with the baby from my dollhouse, Jake was standing there, looking annoyed.

“Give it back…” he ordered.  “Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on Macy?  Leave her alone!”  Jake took the baby out of Randy’s hand and gave it back to me. 

Jake was my hero.  He was my good older brother that was always nice to me and rescuing my dollhouse baby doll was the latest good deed to add to the list.

He gave Randy a sly smile.  “If you leave her alone, I’ll let you have dibs on my Nintendo Switch!”

Randy gasped.  “Can I play Super Mario Odyssey?”

Jake nodded.  “As much as you want.  Just leave her alone.”

Randy jumped for joy.  “Yay!” He then turned to me and my dollhouse.  “Sorry Macy.  Didn’t mean to take your doll.  Besides, dolls are for GIRLs anyway…”  He marched out of the room with Jake, excited that he got to play his video game.

I continued playing with my doll house for the next few hours, and then thought about today.  Why was it so special?  My mommy told me that it was New Year’s Eve this morning but why was it New Year’s Eve?  All I knew about it was that the grown-ups liked to stay up late and play.  But they always made a lot of noise.  They were not worried about Phoebe, as she could sleep through anything.  I was never bothered by it either.  All I know is that the adults always freak out every time a new year begins.  I never understood why they did that.  Were they afraid of the old year dying?  That created another question that I couldn’t answer.  Should I be afraid of the years dying?  Is there a way of making the years not die and feel better?  My daddy is a surgeon so maybe he could figure out a way to make the years feel better.  Then the adults wouldn’t have to scream when the years die.

Just as I was having mommy and daddy prepare dinner in the dollhouse, I began to smell some food that was cooking from downstairs.  My two older brothers were on the third floor, while both I and Phoebe were on the second floor with mommy and daddy.  Even from here, I could smell the food.  As I had my dollhouse mommy put a turkey into the toy oven, I felt a soft pat on my back.  I looked up and it was mommy.

“Macy?” My mommy said.  “Me and daddy just made some yummy snacks.  Pigs in a blanket and spinach dip!

My face lit up when mommy mentioned pigs in a blanket. I LOVED pigs in a blanket and tried to eat as many of those piggies as possible.  Spinach dip didn’t excite me too much.  While I hated the yucky spinach, I would eat the spinach if it was in spinach dip.  There was just something about the other ingredients that made it more yummy.

I left my bedroom, holding my mommy’s hand.  Since I was in a playful mood, I swung our arms around and around.  My mommy cut out my fun after a few seconds of this.

“Macy,” My mommy ordered.  “Stop playing with mommy’s hands.  Today isn’t the day to do this…”

We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where various trays of different snacks were sitting on the kitchen island, protected by round marble trivets.  I saw all the yummy pigs in the blanket and got very excited.  I almost reached for one when my mommy yanked my arm back.

“Sweetie,” my mommy said.  “Let mommy make you a plate and you can eat them at the table, okay?”

I nodded with an anxious sigh.  I then waited for my mommy to prepare a plate of those pigs in the blanket that I was ready to devour.  Mommy let me decide how many I wanted so I waited until there was nine on my paper plate.  There was still plenty more on the tray, so it didn’t worry mommy that much.  She then gave a generous squirt of ketchup on the plate and sat it in the nearby dining room, where a few guests were enjoying their snacks.  Mommy guided me to my seat, which had a booster cushion on a chair so that I could reach the table.  Mommy sat me on the cushion, and I began devouring those piggies.  One little piggy, two little piggies, three little piggies…I kept going until I ate six of them. When I was holding up the seventh one, I was starting to feel full.  My mommy, who was talking to the guests (just a couple of mommy and daddy’s close friends), noticed that I was done and took the plate away from me.  She took the pig in the blanket that I was holding and sat it on the plate.

“You didn’t even get to try the spinach dip…” my mommy sighed.  “Maybe you’ll be able to try it later when you’re hungry again.”

Daddy and the other adults were playing in another room, leaving both Jake and Randy in the living room, enjoying the Nintendo Switch.  Randy was playing a game of Super Mario Odyssey and Jake was player 2.  Phoebe was sitting in her playpen nearby, mashing different buttons on her music activity table.  She giggled with delight as she heard all the different notes from the mini piano.  I watched my little sister play for a while and occasionally snuck glances at the TV screen to see a little man with a red hat jump all over the place.  That game looked a lot of fun, but since I have never played a video game before, I would have no idea what the buttons would do.  I happily sauntered over to the couch where my two older brothers were playing and glanced at the controller that Randy was holding.  “That looks fun!” I shouted.  “Can I play?”

Randy gave me a scowl.  “Really Macy?  You have never played a video game before.”

But my good brother Jake jabbed Randy in the arm.  “Just let Macy play for a little while.  You can play again when she’s finished.  How about you see what Phoebe is doing while she’s playing?”

My meanie brother let out a deep sigh and sat his controller down.  In frustration, he stomped his feet all the way over to where Phoebe was still in her playpen, enjoying her toys.

Jake then changed some things on the menu to make it one player and handed me the black controller after he unpaused the game. “Here Macy.  I will watch you play.  Have fun!”

I clutched the controller in my hand and moved the stick around.  This made the little man in blue overalls walk around in different directions.  After that, I pressed all the different buttons.  One made him throw his red cap.  Another button made him jump.  He made a funny sound every time he jumped so I kept pressing the jump button over and over and over.  It was so funny to hear the man make all these funny noises, so this made me giggle a whole lot.

Randy turned his face from watching Phoebe and grinned at me.  “Macy, you better not laugh too hard, or you’ll pee yourself.”

At this, I gasped.  I caught myself in mid-giggle as I felt a couple drops of pee touch my underwear.  But I clenched in my bladder muscles and ran to the nearest bathroom, which was by the living room.  I closed the door and climbed up the step stool and onto my Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat that sat on top of the regular toilet seat.  I pulled my pants down and unclenched my bladder muscles.  All of the pee that would’ve come out from my laughter immediately emptied into the toilet.  That was a close call.  As mean as my older brother Randy was, he was right.  Just a couple of weeks after my fourth birthday, my grandparents came to visit.  In the living room, my grandpa sat on the floor and placed me in his lap.  He then began tickling my belly.  I began to giggle.  Then, he began to tickle me in my most ticklish spot: my feet.  As he tickled away at my feet, I began to giggle so hard that I peed myself.  Since I was wearing a skirt, I ended up peeing all over grandpa’s lap.  Despite how embarrassing it was, my grandpa took it like a good sport.

I got up from the Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat and glanced at all the yellow that was in the toilet.  But then I noticed all the streaks of brown that were caked all around the inside of the toilet bowl.  I stuck my tongue out in disgust.  I just finished peeing in THAT?  I used some toilet paper to wipe my area and cautiously dropped it into the icky toilet.  I carefully grabbed the handle and flushed the toilet.  “Pottys are YUCKY!” I shouted.  Then a terrifying thought filled my mind.  If pottys are yucky, then wouldn’t the one upstairs also be yucky?  If pottys were this gross, then I never wanted to use another potty again.  Just the thought of sitting on a disgusting potty seat now made me afraid.

I glanced down to inspect my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear.  Because I nearly peed myself in the living room, I noticed a few wet spots on my underwear.  Each wet spot was about the size of an M&M.  Then another thought haunted me.  If I can’t use the potty anymore, then I can’t have any more M&M’s…

But then a sudden realization hit me that made me gasp.  If I couldn’t use the potty anymore, then the only other place that I could go would be in my diaper.  But my mommy only puts me in diapers at night!  This meant that I would have to hold it in until it was time for bed.  Mommy would then put the diaper on me, and I would be good to go.

I got up on another stool and washed my hands.  When I returned to the living room, I decided not to play any more of the video game as that little man’s funny noises would make me laugh again, and I could have another accident.

Both Randy and Jake were playing when I got back.  When Randy saw me approach the couch, he sighed.

“Macy, do you want to play again?” he sighed.

I shook my head.  “No!  I wanna watch!”

I watched my two older brothers play their game and then glanced over at the playpen.  Phoebe was gone.  I’m guessing that my mommy must have gotten her ready for bed early.

All of a sudden, mommy entered the room.

“Macy!” my mommy smiled.  “There you are!  Are you a little hungry?  Let’s get some spinach dip and something to drink before I get you ready for bed.  Okay?”

I nodded and walked with mommy into the kitchen.  She prepared a small plate of spinach dip with just three crackers.  I scooped the spinach dip into the crackers and ate all three.  It was good, but not nearly as good as the pigs in the blanket I had earlier.

While I was sitting in my booster cushion, mommy sat down a princess Belle cup full of milk.  I drank the whole cup in a few gulps and let out a contented sigh.  “Ah…” I sighed in a quiet whisper.

My mommy then led me upstairs to get me ready for bed.  Mommy guided my hands up and down as she helped me brush my teeth.  After that, she undressed me and herself and we took a shower.  As we showered, she bathed me, named all the parts that I needed to wash so that I could shower myself someday.  Her goal was for me to bathe myself by my fifth birthday.

After the shower, she dried me off and we went to my bedroom.  I glanced at the open sack of Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers, hoping that my mommy would notice the open sack and put me in a new diaper.  Instead, my mommy had a glazed look on her face.  She ran into the bathroom and got the Anna and Elsa frozen underwear that I wore that day.  Fortunately, all the spots of pee were dry, so she didn’t notice them.

But she began to guide my feet through the underwear, and she pulled them up to my waist.  This was something that I could’ve done myself, but my mommy was doing it for me.  She then got out my polyester Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper.  It was hot pink with red, white, and baby pink polka dots.  Minnie Mouse was hanging out on the right side just below the right armpit.  My mommy zipped me up in the sleeper and then snapped the oblong baby pink safety flap at the top near the collar to keep the zipper down and in place.  She then placed me in my bed and sloppily tucked me in.  She then gave me a quick kiss good night and staggered forward before making slow paces out of my bedroom.   She slowly but firmly closed the door.

I glanced down at my abdomen and gasped.  My mommy didn’t do it.  She didn’t put me in my diaper like she was supposed to.  Why did she forget?  Mommy always remembered to put a diaper on me every night.  Since I was born, I have never once at night gone to bed without wearing a diaper.  What am I going to do?  While I knew how to dress myself.  I have never tried to put a diaper on myself before.  And while I could easily unzip my footed sleeper, I would have great difficulty in trying to get it back on.  While the zipper would be easy, I could never get the unzipped sleeper on properly.

But then I felt extremely tired.  My eyelids squinted and I fell asleep.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The grown-up’s New Year’s countdown to zero like last year once again woke me up.  But all of a sudden, I felt sopping wet.  I sat up, pulled back the bed sheets, and gasped.

Where I was laying, a large wet spot was in the center of the bed.  Then I felt my abdomen and gasped.  My mommy forgot to put a diaper on me and as a result, I wet the bed.  Now I have wet my bed before when my diaper leaked, but that doesn’t happen very often.

I sat back down in my pee-soaked bed and suddenly remembered the yucky potties that sent chills up my spine.  With such a horrible accident like this, I didn’t want to wear my underwear anymore.  This gave me an idea.  If I kept peeing and pooping in my underwear, perhaps mommy would put me back in diapers again.  This happened before during my potty training, so I think that I’ll try it again.  I unsnapped the safety flap that guarded the zipper at the collar and then unzipped my footed sleeper.  I glanced down at my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear that I could see because of the faint glow that came from the night light.  Both Anna and Elsa were soaked because I “let it go, let it go”.  I took a good look at my big girl underwear because I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was done wearing them.  No more pottys.  They’re gross.  They’re icky.  They’re yucky.  They’re scary.  Pottys are yucky, but diapers are better.  I wanted my diapers again, but this time, I wanted them for good.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 3: Diapers are BETTER

My mommy glanced at me in horror when she saw me lying in zipped open footed sleeper on top of a fitted sheet with a large wet spot that covered the center of the bed.

Before my mommy could pin any blame on me at all, she looked down at my underwear.  She then looked flabbergasted.  “But…” she gasped.  “I thought that I put you in a diaper last night…”

I said nothing and I tried to keep a straight face as I had nothing to do with this unfortunate accident.  Mommy not only put my underwear back on me, but she zipped me into my footed sleeper so that I could pee all over myself in my sleep while they were having fun last night during New Year’s Eve.

Mommy gasped and then gave me a hug.  “Oh Macy…” she said, sighing.  “I am so sorry.  Mommy made a mistake last night.  I forgot to put you in a diaper.  What was mommy thinking?  Let’s get you cleaned up and get some new bedding.”

Mommy took me to the bathroom, and we took another shower.  After the shower, mommy picked out my clothing and let me dress myself.  This time, it was Ariel underwear with a blue dress.  I easily dressed myself in the underwear and purple dress, knowing what I had in mind to do later…

During breakfast, I told mommy that I was thirsty after I drank my orange juice.  She gave me one more glass, knowing that I could use the potty like a big girl.  But little did she know that I was no longer going to use the yucky potty anymore.

After breakfast, we all watched TV.  A lot of it was cartoons about a sponge that lived in a pineapple under the sea.

About an hour or two into the cartoons, I suddenly had the urge to pee.  So instead of getting up to go to the bathroom, I just sat there on the couch and peed without hesitation.  A nice wet spot of pee began to form around where I was sitting.  Rather than looking embarrassed, I gave it no attention at all.  I just continued to watch the cartoons as if nothing happened.

Jake, who was sitting on the far end of the couch looked at me and gasped.  “Oh no…” he gasped as he got off the couch.  “Macy!”  He then screamed at the top of his lungs.  “Mom!!!  Macy just peed all over the couch!”

Mommy was in the living room in seconds.  “Macy!” she said, gasping.  “What happened?  You know that you need to get up to use the potty, dear.  Here.  Let’s get you cleaned up again.”

Mommy gave me a quicker shower only she showered just me this time.  She then picked out some more clothes and had me put them on.  It was Belle underwear this time, with a yellow dress.

After I put my dress on, my mommy gave me a tap on my shoulder.  “Do you want me to remind you when you have to go potty?  Let’s do that.  Every half an hour, mommy will take you to the potty.  Sound good, Macy Dacy?”

I nodded.  “Sounds good, mommy!”

So that is just what happened.  Every half hour, my mommy took me to the bathroom.  She stood outside the door and let me do my business.

But I didn’t have to pee.  But to make her think that I did, I flushed the toilet.  I turned on the faucet to make her think that I was washing my hands.  I then turned the faucet off.  I then exited the bathroom.

“See?” My mommy said.  “It was only one of those random accidents.  You used the potty again like a big girl!  Would you like an M&M?”

I nodded, knowing that I really didn’t pee at all.  Mommy got me an orange M&M and I ate it.

One half hour later, I did have to pee a little bit, so I closed the door again and pretended to do my business. I flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet.  I then returned to my room to play with my dollhouse.

But as I was playing, I peed what little bit that I had to until every last drop came out.  It wasn’t a lot, but enough to soak the carpeting a little bit.  I paid no attention to the accident that I just had and continued playing with my dollhouse with slightly soaked Belle underwear.

I was having so much fun that I didn’t even notice that another half hour had gone.  But since I was wearing a dress, mommy couldn’t see my soaked underwear.  I faked my bathroom routine again and continued playing with my dollhouse.

After two more half-hour cycles, I had a really strong urge to pee.  I sat down in the slightly soaked carpeting that was almost dry and released my bladder once again.  All of the folds of my dress surrounding my underwear got soaked as a large patch of pee began to spread around the carpet.  Like before, I just kept playing with my dollhouse.

But at the next half hour cycle, my mommy noticed the accident this time, since it was substantially larger than the tiny puddle that I made earlier.  She picked me up to notice the whole puddle and gasped.  “Macy!” she shouted.  “Couldn’t you have held it for just a few more minutes?  Time to clean you up…again!”

After getting yet another shower and another set of clothes picked out, I put on my Cinderella underwear with a white dress and played downstairs while my mother scrubbed the pee-soaked stain of my carpet clean with some carpeting solution.

After two more hours (and four more half hour cycles where I faked all my bathroom routines), I really had to pee once again.  Since my mommy had my carpeting all nice and clean, I scootched over to a dry spot and began releasing my bladder again.  I was happily playing with the dolls in my dollhouse as a new puddle of pee began expanding around where I was sitting.  None of the moisture bothered me.  I knew that sooner or later, my mommy would put me back in diapers during the day.  She would have to, as she already has now four pairs of soaked underwear and a couple of wet dresses, and my pajamas to wash.

About a half hour later, my mommy came to get me to use the potty.  Her jaw dropped when she saw the new accident that I made.  “Macy!  What am I going to do with you?  Well, since you like peeing yourself so much, how about you stay in those wet clothes for the rest of the day?  Just let mommy clean your room first!”

Mommy took me into the shower and had me sit there until she finished cleaning my carpeting again, as she didn’t want to risk me peeing myself again and making another mess.  Well, it’s a good thing that she did.  Because after a half hour, I peed myself again, causing a fresh stream of pee to come flowing between my legs and down the drain.

When mommy came to get me from the shower, she saw the yellow stream of pee which ran from where I was sitting to the drain.  She let out a sigh.  “Well, let’s try the potty in another half hour…”

She led me into my room, only I saw that the carpeting was all covered in a thick plastic sheet.

My mommy pointed to the plastic.  “This is in case you pee yourself again.  If you do, the pee will only get on the plastic.

I went back to playing with my dollhouse, as I dealt with the thick plastic sheeting underneath my bottom.

Two hours and four faked bathroom cycles later, it was time for dinner.  To make things simple, my mommy just gave everyone left over snacks from yesterday.  This made me excited as I got to have more pigs in a blanket.

Just as I was about to eat the last of my pigs in a blanket, I felt a massive bowel movement.  So, I instantly released it, and a loud fart could be heard around the dining room table.

Randy, who was sitting adjacent to me, smiled.  “Macy farted!”

Jake, who sat adjacent to the other side of me, began sniffing the air.  “Randy, I think that it was much more than just a fart…”

Mommy, who was feeding Phoebe her dinner, shook her head in disbelief.  “Macy, you didn’t just poop your underwear?” My mommy patted Phoebe’s diaper just to make sure.  “Yeah.  It looks like you did.  I’m sorry dear, but it looks like you are going to have to sit in it until I’m finished feeding your baby sister…”

While I was waiting for mommy, I released my bladder again, creating a huge wet spot on my booster seat cushion.  Mommy saw my other mess and scowled as she finished feeding Phoebe and then got daddy to watch Phoebe while she took care of the mess that I made in my Cinderella underwear.  She then took me upstairs to give me one more shower.  But instead of me going back downstairs, she got me ready for bed.  I already drank my milk after dinner, so she helped me brush my teeth.  After that, she took me to my room and began to dress me.  This time, my mommy remembered to put a diaper on me.  She got out a Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper and powdered it, folding it through my legs and securing both tapes around my waist at the landing zone.  She zipped me up in my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper (it was freshly washed since my mommy washed all the clothes that I peed today) and snapped the safety button flap over the top of the zipper at the collar.  She tucked me in properly this time and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  “Good night, Macy.” She told me.  “Sorry that you have to go to bed early, but you have to get this potty thing under control.  Good night…”

Mommy left the room and gently closed the door.

I stirred in my bed, hearing the familiar quiet crinkling sound that I was so used to hearing at night.  If only my mommy knew that this was only the first day of this…Since my preschool had another week off, I wouldn’t be going back until January 9^th.

Over the next week, my plan continued.  Whenever I had the urge to pee, I did it then and there, wherever I was.  If I had to poop, I just pooped, with no holding it in.  I just let everything come out as soon as I felt the urge to pee or poop.  I even ended up peeing on my mom once in the middle of the half hour potty training schedule.  Laundry was piling up and my mommy had cleaning supplies everywhere as I could have an accident without warning.  I still wore my diapers every night, but my mommy’s daytimes were a nightmare.  My mommy then got into hysterics.  She offered me five M&M’s if I could use the potty like a big girl.  I refused every offer and just peed my underwear whenever I had to pee.  She offered to buy me new toys, take me to the park, or even take me to the zoo.  Every time, I chose peeing myself over anything that she would have to offer me. 

That Wednesday, it was in the late afternoon so both Jake and Randy were done with school for the day.  I saw them playing Super Odyssey so I asked if I could play the game again.  Out of frustration, Randy relented again and I grabbed the controller from him while I sat on the couch.  I began pressing the button that made the little man jump, and make all kinds of funny noises.  Just like last time, I couldn’t help but laugh at all of these funny noises.  I began to giggle so hard that I dropped the controller.  As I continued to giggle, a large puddle of pee began to form where I was sitting.  The wet spot soaked into the cushion of the couch continued to moisten as I continued laughing.  And I don’t know why, but when I saw myself peeing the couch, I just continued to laugh harder.

Jake once again jumped off the couch and shook his head in disbelief.  “Mom, Macy is peeing all over the couch again!”

As mommy ran into the room, my giggling fit immediately stopped.  She threw both of the wet cushions off of the couch and sent me upstairs to the shower immediately. 

As all of this continued, my mommy began to have me wear plastic coverings over my underwear.  When my mommy wasn’t looking, I took off the plastic covering and hid it under my bed in my room.  I kept doing this every time she put the plastic covering back over my underwear.  But it didn’t stop the accidents as I always found a way to remove it again.

At this point, nothing that my mommy was doing was stopping me from having every single one of my “accidents”.  And by the weekend, I began to notice on occasion that I began to pee without voluntarily releasing my bladder.  It was already in a relaxed state, so the pee was already coming out on its own.  But this was only occasional as I was still able to consciously go from time to time.

But after the weekend, it was back to preschool for me.  Mommy panicked, as she didn’t want me to have any more accidents.  She put a plastic cover over my underwear before I put my dark green dress on and took me to preschool.

When mommy dropped me off, the first thing that I did was ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom.  She let me go and I took my plastic cover off.  I then threw it in the trash.  After coming out, I went and played with the nice dollhouse that they had there.  Christie, Susie, and Cassie all joined me in playing with the dollhouse.

While we were playing, Cassie gave me the news that she got potty trained over Christmas break.

We all congratulated her on the good news.  But as we began to play with the dollhouse, I had to pee, so I just went, right in front of all of my friends.

“Macy!” Christie gasped.  “You’re peeing on the floor!

“You’re peeing!” Susie shouted.

Cassie couldn’t believe it either.  “You’re peeing?  Mrs. Hailey!  Macy is peeing all over the floor!”

That did it.  Mrs. Hailey had me sit in the office while I waited for mommy to drive me home.

As a punishment when I got home, mommy wasn’t going to give me a shower.  I had to sit in my pee-soaked clothes all the rest of the day until bedtime.

For all the rest of the week, I was sent home from preschool because I peed myself.  On Tuesday, I peed myself before I could even sit down to play with my friends.  On Wednesday, I not only peed myself, but I pooped myself.  Sitting in poop was not fun for the rest of that day.  For Thursday, I just peed myself.  On Friday, I peed and pooped myself again.  Having been sent home at the end of the week, Mrs. Hailey didn’t want me to come back to preschool unless I was potty trained.

For the weekend, nothing else changed, besides all the new laundry that my mommy had to wash due to my constant use of my underwear for peeing and pooping.  At this point, I had random accidents where I couldn’t even remember when I peed.  Since I was out of preschool for the time being, my mommy had an appointment scheduled with my pediatrician, followed by a child psychiatrist to give me an evaluation.  My grandparents would be coming down to watch Phoebe while I went to both appointments with my mommy.

That Monday, my mommy made sure that I kept my plastic covering on over my underwear while we went to the pediatrician.  After getting there, my mommy explained her concerns to her.  After an hour of discussion, Dr. Catherine Randall, the pediatrician, gave my mommy her decision.

“Mrs. Robbins, due to Macy’s frequent accidents, it is my recommendation that you put her back in diapers.”

My mommy looked at her in shock.  “But doctor.  That is taking a step in the opposite direction…”

“It wouldn’t be forever, Mrs. Robbins.  I recommend that you finish this school year and try to potty train her again this summer.”

My mommy frowned.  “But I can’t send her back to preschool!  Her teacher wants her to be potty trained!”

The pediatrician smiled.  “I think that Macy has special needs.  Your second appointment today will be with a child psychiatrist who will evaluate her.  Get the diagnosis and written letter from her, and they’ll let Macy back in.  The state of Ohio has recently passed legislation requiring all daycares and preschools to help children with special needs.  And failure to comply with this will result in fines, or even worse, the preschool being shut down.  Just make sure that the psychiatrist indicates that Macy has special needs, indicate what those needs are, and you should be all set.  This legislation has just gone into effect this week, so they have to comply with all the requirements and regulations.”

I sighed as I felt the discomfort from the pee soaking against the plastic cover.  Just a little longer and it will be no more underwear…

My mommy thanked Dr. Randall and we prepared for the next appointment which would be with Dr. Beatrice Lamone, the child psychiatrist that would be evaluating me.

An hour later, we had the appointment with Dr. Lamone.  She asked me a bunch of questions in a manner that I could understand, since I was not yet in kindergarten at this point.

For the remainder of the time, she asked a bunch of questions to my mommy, regarding my behavior from the past and present.  My mommy mentioned all the “accidents” that I had, and how I had to re- potty train after Phoebe was born.   Dr. Lamone nodded and wrote everything down.

After Dr. Lamone made all of her observations, she diagnosed me as being on the Autism spectrum, and how I had strong fascinations, with one of them being peeing and pooping myself.  While she didn’t prescribe any medication, she recommended behavioral therapy, and that my mommy began practicing the different behavioral techniques on me that she would be printing out for my mommy to take home.

After that visit, my mommy drove right to a Target and since she didn’t want me to wait in the car, she grabbed a cart and had me sit in the seat while she wheeled it into the store.

Within the next 5 minutes, my mommy went right to the baby aisle.  She placed two massive boxes of Size 3 Pampers Cruisers (84 count) in the cart, followed by a huge box of Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights (116 count).  She then piled a large box of Pampers Aqua Pure with 672 baby wipes, two tubes of Aquaphor, and four 22-ounce containers of Johnson & Johnson Aloe and Vitamin E cornstarch baby powder.  After making the purchases she placed me back in my car seat while she loaded all of my “special needs” into the back of the minivan.

Mommy then drove me home and had me go upstairs.

Once in my room, she had me lay on my bed.  “Macy,” she told me.  “You heard the pediatrician.  Doctor’s orders.  I am getting you out of that underwear and you’re going to be put back into diapers.  She then tore open a new box of Pampers Cruisers diapers.  Because I was soaked with pee from all the times that I peed my underwear into the plastic covering, she had me go into the bathroom first to remove the saturated plastic covering before removing my pee-soaked underwear.  She then quickly rinsed off the pee in the shower and had me go back to my room. She opened the first pack of the new baby wipes and wiped me clean with a couple wipes.  She then rubbed Aquaphor all over me before laying me on a powdered diaper, using one of the four new powders that she just bought (she’s been using my sister Phoebe’s powder for my nighttime diapers).  She had me lift my legs up while she slid the diaper between my legs.  She then folded the diaper up between my legs and fastened both tapes at the landing zone.  Before I could celebrate, my mommy gave me a frown.  “Just tell me, Macy.  Why have you been avoiding the toilet?  With all the times that you have peed and pooped yourself, I think that you have been intentionally avoiding it.  Why Macy?  Don’t you want to be a big girl?”

I gave her a frown as I thought about the icky toilet.  “Mommy, I don’t like toilets anymore.  Toilets are YUCKY! Diapers are BETTER.”

This just made mommy frown.  “Yeah Macy.  And you find that sitting in a pee and poop-soaked diaper is better than sitting on a toilet that’s filled with the same waste?  Well, considering that you weren’t bothered with sitting in pee and poopy underwear for the past couple of weeks, fine.  I’m getting tired of doing your laundry.  Just wear the diapers.  But don’t get used to them because you’re getting potty trained this summer.”

I smiled as I felt my diaper getting warm with my very first wetting.  Considering that I’m not sitting in a puddle, I can’t help but agree.  Diapers ARE better.

[Bonsai]

If I were among the other kids at preschool, I would ask to wear the same "underwear" as Macy.

Then adults can have fun trying to convince us that Macy has "special needs" and we do not.

[PamperedPrince]

7 hours ago, Bonsai said:

If I were among the other kids at preschool, I would ask to wear the same underwear as Macy.

Then adults can have fun trying to convince us that Macy has "special needs" and we do not.

Yes.  But the "underwear" that Macy is wearing is absorbent.  But if more of the class wore diapers,  it would be more of a normal thing and the "special needs" wouldn't really be an issue... 😅

[Wannatripbaby]

On 5/9/2024 at 1:04 PM, PamperedPrince said:

Chapter 1: Use the Potty

Huh, you don't often come across a story with a child narrator. An interesting perspective, to say the least! I might go ahead and check this one out. 😊

[PamperedPrince]

16 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

Huh, you don't often come across a story with a child narrator. An interesting perspective, to say the least! I might go ahead and check this one out. 😊

Thanks!   I actually got the inspiration from another story that I read (I can give you the name if you're curious).  The narrator was a six year old girl who had a younger sister that was still in diapers.  With Macy being from one of my larger stories, I figured that I could write a story from her perspective, especially since the main character in JJDT doesn't have a favorable opinion on Macy.

Expect the chapters to be very short as that's what I want the intended style to be like.  I want the writing to be like a younger person wrote it, so it will be a whole bunch of short chapters... 😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 4: “Special Needs”

Over the next day, my mommy got all the paperwork together for me to return to preschool.  She had a written letter from Dr. Lamone clearly identifying my autism diagnosis, along with a few various accommodations that she would need the staff to provide for me when I returned.  One crucial accommodation was for somebody to change my diapers.  This was an absolute must, as it was right after my afternoon nap, and my mommy has already changed me three times today.  For preschool, the person changing me would need to change me at least two times a day (three times if I had a poopy diaper).

My mommy spent the rest of the day on the phone and trying to figure out all of the paperwork.  The only thing holding me back at this point was the preschool finding someone to change my diapers.

Meanwhile, I was up in my room, playing with my dollhouse as usual.  I had so much fun with it that I totally lost track of time.

I then felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was mommy, and she was holding a paper plate filled with a small serving of goldfish crackers.

“Macy,” she told me.  “It’s time for your snack.”  As I was eating the goldfish crackers, my mommy reached underneath my lavender dress and pinched the crotch of my diaper.  “And when you are done eating dear, I’m going to need to change you into a new diaper.  You’re totally soaked, honey.  Why don’t you tell mommy when you need a new diaper?”

I grinned as I shoved the last handful of goldfish crackers in my mouth.  “Ooh wooz pwwing wffh mmm dmmhss su ooh fooght…” I said with my mouth full.

I usually told my mommy that I forgot to tell her because I was playing, but the real reason was that I didn’t want to tell her.  Since my mommy put me back into diapers, I never once told mommy when I needed a new diaper.  With that being the case, she always checked me.  That, and the accidents in my diaper have been hit or miss.  Sometimes, I was consciously peeing into my diaper and other times I was already relaxed enough for the pee to come out on its own, so I wasn’t even aware of the accident until my mommy checked my diaper.

After I finished my snack, my mommy changed me into a new diaper.  Like the nighttime changes, I loved the patience and care that she put into changing me.  It wasn’t done roughly but was done very carefully.

Two days later was my sister Phoebe’s first birthday.  She was now twelve months old and was trying her hardest to walk.  My mommy made a small batch of cupcakes for her first birthday with a Disney Princess theme.  The plates and napkins also had the same theme, so that was fun.  After the cake and ice cream, my mommy had not one, but two diapers to change.  Because my baby sister was the youngest, she started with her.  After that, she changed me.  All in all, it was a very fun birthday.

On Friday, the preschool called my mommy and told her that they finally found someone that could change me.  They said that it was a regular volunteer named Andrea.  She was a recent college graduate that was working on her volunteer time.  And since she had grown up with a few younger siblings at home and has babysat a lot, she would be perfectly qualified to change my diapers.  To be sure, my mommy asked about poopy diapers.  There was a laugh on the other end, and the teacher told her that those would be no problem for her.  But with it being halfway through the day, I would resume my preschool on Monday.

Monday morning came around, and my mommy had everything that I needed packed into a backpack with my name on it:  My diapers (there were five of them) and my changing supplies.  Two changes of clothes.  My morning snack, my lunch, and my afternoon snack.  A first aid bag in case I got hurt or sick.  If the sickness was bad or contagious, I would be sent home immediately.  For my care, they could document my daily progress on a cell phone app.

My mommy dropped me off at the daycare and handed Andrea my backpack.  She then gave Andrea her number in case she had any questions or concerns.  Since Andrea had all of the recommended times to change me, she wouldn’t have to worry about checking me very often.

While she was talking to Andrea, I ran up to my friends and sat near the dollhouse.  Christie was holding the mommy doll while Susie was holding the daddy doll and the daughter doll.  Cassie was holding the son doll, leaving me to hold the baby doll.  I picked up the baby doll and glanced at my friends.  “Hi!”

Christie glanced at me in surprise.  “Macy, you haven’t been in school for a while since you peed and pooped in your underwears…”

Cassie gasped.  “Did you forget how to use the potty, Macy?  Do you want us to show you how?”

I shook my head.  “No!  I’m fine!  I don’t need help in using the potty…”

What my friends didn’t know was that I was sitting in my diaper and peeing in it, since I had a lot of apple juice to drink this morning.  I glanced at the baby doll.  “So, what are we going to do today?”

Susie smiled.  “We’re going to potty train the baby doll!  Come on.  Baby needs to learn the potty.  Brother and sister can show her how…”

Susie took the daughter doll and Cassie took the son doll and they both played, showing the baby doll how to use the potty in the dollhouse bathroom.  I played along, having the baby doll sit on the toilet for 30 seconds.  We all cheered.  I made the WHOOOSH sound as the toilet flushed and the hissing sound as the faucet was running for the baby doll to wash her hands.

About an hour later, Andrea approached me and checked my diaper in front of all my friends.

“Well Macy, it looks like you need your diaper changed…”  Andrea told me in a sing-song voice.

All three of my friends gasped at this sudden revelation.

“You’re wearing diapers?” Christie said with a gasp.

“What happened to using the potty like a big girl and wearing big girl underwear?” Susie said, looking shocked.

Cassie gave me a look that reflected both shock and amazement.  “Come on, Macy!  Did you forget?  Because we can show you how again!”

“Now girls…” Andrea said as she grabbed my hand.  “I need to take care of Macy’s diaper.  We’ll be right back…”

I walked towards the bathroom, holding Andrea’s hand.  My diaper was now sagging heavily at this point.  Macy closed the door to the family restroom and removed the soggy and heavily soaked diaper. Unlike mommy’s, Andrea’s approach was unique.  She talked to me in baby talk and kept remarking to me how cute I looked.  Each part of the diaper change was handled with love and care.  It felt calming hearing her soothing voice as she changed me into a new diaper.  If mommy could get her as a babysitter, I would strongly recommend that she did.

Andrea threw the soggy diaper away in the trash and had me wash my hands.  We then walked back out to where my friends were.

Nathan, a mean boy, pointed his finger at me.  “Are you wearing diapers, Macy?”

His friend Liam joined Nathan in pointing his finger at me.  “We heard the whole thing.  Macy is a baby!”

My face grew red with embarrassment.  “No, I’m not!”

Andrea stared at both boys and Mrs. Hailey gave them a glare as well.  “That will be quite enough!” Andrea shouted.  “Macy here has special needs, and you don’t make fun of children that are different like that.”

Mrs. Hailey nodded.  “That is correct.  “Anymore name calling, and you are going to sit in my office until your mommys pick you up.”

Both Nathan and Liam couldn’t resist testing the teacher’s patience.  “Baby!” they chanted.  “Baby! Baby!  Macy’s a baby!”

“Why don’t you go back to daycare, BABY!” Nathan shouted.

Mrs. Hailey grabbed the wrists of both boys while a teacher’s aide assisted her.  “You two.” She told them.  “In my office.  Both of your mothers are picking you up!  Danielle, take them both to the office.  I will call their mothers after I continue class.”

While Mrs. Hailey was disciplining the boys, Andrea took me back to my friends and I sat next to them.

All three of my friends looked at me with concern.

“We heard it all.”  Christie told me.

“What’s special needs?” Susie asked me.

“I know!” Cassie told her.  “I have an older brother that is always in a wheelchair.  My mommy always tells me that he has ‘special needs’.  But Macy, you’re not in a wheelchair…”

Andrea smiled.  “Girls, a wheelchair is not needed to have special needs.  Any child that has some kind of difference about them can qualify them for special needs.  The difference doesn’t make them stupid or any less smart than you.  They just need that special need met so that they can learn better like you and me.”

Cassie then glanced down at my abdomen.  “So, Macy’s special need is her diaper?”

Andrea nodded.  “Macy’s been having a lot of frequent accidents, so she needs to wear them all the time now.  Now, I’m going to let you girls play.  I will talk to the teacher.  Lesson starts in 20 minutes…”

We continued playing dollhouse, but then Christie glanced at me with a confused look on her face.

“Macy, I don’t understand.” Christie told me.  “Before Christmas time, you used the potty all the time.  And then, when you got back from Christmas vacation, you kept peeing in your underwears.  Why Macy?”

“Was it a car accident?” Cassie asked.  “That’s what happened to my older brother.  That’s why he has special needs.”

I shook my head.  “I just don’t like pottys.  They’re gross and yucky and now they scare me.  I never wanna use another potty again.  Pottys are yucky but diapers are better!”

All my friends were astonished.  “But you’re still sitting in the yucky pee and poop!” Susie shouted.

I nodded.  “I know.  But I just like diapers better.  I’m used to them.  I don’t want to use icky yucky pottys anymore.  Have you seen the yucky pottys at the park?”

Christie nodded.  “Yeah.  Those ones are the worst!”

“I’m now afraid of them.” I told her.  “My mommy also forgot to change me into a diaper on New Year’s Eve, so I wet the bed in my sleep.  After that, I wanted my diapers back.  No more yucky pottys!”

Cassie nodded.  “I see.  You don’t want any more accidents?”

I nodded.  “Plus, I get to play as long as I want and not have to worry about getting up to go potty!”

Susie grinned.  “That’s a very good reason!”

We all nodded in agreement that diapers were better when it came to uninterrupted playtime.

After playtime, Mrs. Hailey gave us our lesson.  She taught us about colors and shapes.  She then gave a special lesson about different people and compared them to the different shapes and colors.  She also showed us different disabilities that people can have and told us to be nice to those different people and not be mean to them.

Lunchtime followed, where I ate my late morning snack with my lunch that my mommy packed.  It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with pretzels and some cinnamon teddy grahams for dessert.

After lunch, Mrs. Hailey made an announcement to the class.  “Okay everyone, listen up!  For everyone that still needs to take a nap, follow me to the nap room.  In this room, there are carpeted squares, blankets, and pillows.  If you don’t need a nap, you can stay in this room and play quietly or read.  Just remember.  If you’re playing, be quiet out of respect for those who are still taking a nap in the nap room nearby.  You are now all free to come with me to nap, or play quiet…”

I felt exhausted, and so did Cassie.  But Christie and Susie both towered over me and Cassie, since we were more on the petite side (I was 34.5 inches at my recent trip to the pediatrician and Cassie looked like she was just an inch or two taller than me).  Because of this, both Christie and Susie played quietly while Cassie, I, and about five other students followed Mrs. Hailey to the nap room.

As I laid down and got comfortable in my carpet square, pillow, and blanket, Andrea approached me and smiled.

“Have a nice nap, Macy.” She told me.  She then looked at Cassie.  “You too, Cassie…”  After that, she continued her rounds with the other five kids before leaving the room with Mrs. Hailey.

I don’t have any idea how long I napped, but I woke up to a very bad smell.  Surprisingly, all of the other kids were still sleeping.  Even Cassie, who was sleeping nearby, could not smell the horrible odor that was coming from my diaper.  I could not believe it.  Since my nighttime accidents, this was the first time that I messed myself in my sleep during the day.  I tried not to squirm too much, as it would squish the mess around and make it even more uncomfortable.

While it felt like that, I only slept for a couple more minutes, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

I stirred and looked up. I was met with Andrea’s warm and sincere smile.  “Nap time is over, Macy.  Mrs. Hailey is getting the other students up.  It seems like you made quite the stink bomb while you were sleeping!  Let’s go change it…”

Andrea picked me up and carried me all the way to the bathroom.  Considering that I weighed only 26 pounds, I was still light and very easy to carry.  Once in the bathroom, Andrea cleaned up my mess like a pro.  Within five minutes, I was all clean and in a fresh new diaper.  I could not believe how fast she changed my messy diaper.  She threw the soggy and yucky stink bomb into the trash and had me wash my hands and she washed hers afterward.

For the rest of the day, the teacher had another lesson about numbers and how there were very big numbers.  But for the most part, she focused on the smaller ones, and we worked on our counting.  We colored numbers and spent time thinking about what numbers we could find around us.  After we finished our drawings, we were all free to play until the end of the day.

About an hour later, my mommy picked me up from preschool, since my mommy said it was 3:00.  Mrs. Hailey gave mommy all of the work that I missed from being out of preschool for two weeks (the first week because of all my “accidents” that resulted in me going home early.

After she picked up Randy and Jake, she took us to McDonald’s for dinner and I played with all the kids at the playplace since there was a playplace.  A couple of two-year-old girls played with me because of my petite size.  Since I looked about their size, I decided to be nice and play with them.

At one point, mommy called me over to her.  I knew what she wanted to do, so I stood next to her while she did a diaper check.  I guess my diaper was wet enough since she hurriedly took me to the bathroom.  It must have been that apple juice that I drank after nap time at preschool, plus I just drank my milk with my happy meal…

My mommy laid me on the fold out changing table and quickly changed my diaper.  It was only a soggy one since my super stinky one was earlier at daycare.

As my mommy fastened my diaper, she gave me a look.  “Macy,” she said to me.  “Your preschool had to change you twice today.  One was a wet diaper and for the second one, they have it documented as a ‘stink bomb’.  That one was during your nap.  Do you have any plan when you’re going to stop all this?”

I shook my head but gasped at my mother’s knowledge of all the changes.  “How do you know about all of my changes, mommy?  You were not there!”

My mommy showed me a cellphone app that had every detail about how my day went.  The preschool staff could write their notes and my mommy was able to see every one of them.  The notes regarding the diaper changes were all submitted by Andrea.  My mommy then pulled my dress back down.  “Well Macy Dacy, let mommy know when you are done with this diaper game…”

I nodded and gave her a cutesy smile.  “Okay mommy!”  I had absolutely no intention to ever stop this “diaper game” that my mommy was talking about.  It was my only alternative to the yucky potty that I was afraid of.  They felt more comfortable than my underwear and I just didn’t want to ever stop.  Because my only other option was just making a mess of pee or poop wherever I was.

After McDonald’s, I played for about an hour or so at home before mommy gave me a nighttime snack and something to drink.  She changed me into another diaper, and I played for another hour before mommy got me ready for bed.

After the routine of mommy brushing my teeth and taking a shower with me, mommy changed me into my nighttime diaper and zipped me up in my Carter’s Pink Fox footed sleeper.  She snapped the safety flap over the top of the zipper near the collar and tucked me in.  She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left my room.

Having thought about my wonderful day, it didn’t matter if I had special needs or not.  To me, diapers were special, and I needed them.  At this, I smiled as I fell asleep, squirming as I felt the comfortable padding of the diaper around my waist as the weight of my blanket gently covered me in my pink sleeper cocoon.  Diapers are better, and I still have no regrets.

Notes:

[Kaiko-chan]

On 5/17/2024 at 12:38 PM, Wannatripbaby said:

Huh, you don't often come across a story with a child narrator. An interesting perspective, to say the least! I might go ahead and check this one out. 😊

Who's an actual child and not a reincarnation. 

[Bonsai]

Finally a story where mom is not happy to have her potty-trained daughter back in diapers!

If I were mom, however, I would very soon promote daughter to handle her own diaper changes. Then she would learn a lesson on yuckiness

[PamperedPrince]

10 hours ago, Kaiko-chan said:

Who's an actual child and not a reincarnation. 

My idea for this actual story is that Macy is an adult, telling all of us her childhood experiences with diapers.  So in a sense, it is almost like Macy is walking us through all of her memories.

 

6 hours ago, Bonsai said:

Finally a story where mom is not happy to have her potty-trained daughter back in diapers!

If I were mom, however, I would very soon promote daughter to handle her own diaper changes. Then she would learn a lesson on yuckiness

Yes.  Macy's mother is none too happy is having her daughter go back to diapers during the day.  While she never mastered night time potty training, this is definitely a step backward for her.

As far as handling her own diaper changes, I think that almost five years old is too young to trust a child to do something like this.  At the very earliest, a child can be trusted at five to shower by themselves.  Perhaps the wet ones would be easy, but the very messy ones would be challenging for a five-year-old to manage.

We as we can see, Macy is definitely neurodivergant in her desires to want to wear diapers instead of using the potty.  We could also say that her irrational fear of the potty would have something to do with this as well.

I think it will be interesting in seeing how the mother handles the repercussions in putting Macy back in diapers.  With there being Phoebe, she now has two girls to change...

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 5: A Better Fit

A whole month passed.  With it being February now, I have been back in diapers for more than a month now.  But with it being a month later, the one major thing that I noticed was that the nighttime diaper that I was wearing was starting to feel really snug.  It almost felt too tight on me.  I uncomfortably laid there in my bed, in my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper and felt the warmth from my diaper as my bladder began to release again, flooding my diaper with pee.  I was so used to this now that it didn’t take too long for me to fall asleep.

In the morning, mommy pulled back the covers and began to change me.  When she saw how tight the diaper was fitting around my waist, she sighed.

“Macy dear,” she told me.  “These diapers are starting to look too tight on you.  This is not going to do.  What size are you?”  My mommy looked at the fairly new box of Pampers Cruisers.  “Size 3?  I just bought you all of these.  I’ll have to give all of these to Phoebe when she grows into them.  She’s still a Size 2, but she’ll be ready for them in about a year.  You’ll need a Size 4 now.  That should be a better fit, shouldn’t it my Macy Dacy…”

During that day in preschool, I had to deal with the uncomfortably tight Size 3 Pampers Cruisers for the whole day.  While most of my days required that Andrea change my diapers twice, she ended up having to change my diaper three times today.  The first time was because I leaked my diaper from having too much apple juice with my breakfast.  For the second time, I messed my diaper just before my nap after lunch.  And for the third time, I leaked yet another diaper, leaving me with sopping wet clothes for the rest of the day until my mommy picked me up, which would have been an hour from that unfortunate incident.

From what I noticed, I have been leaking my diapers more often.  I was wondering if it had anything to do with me being just a little bigger.  Or was it the extra fluids that I was drinking?  I have been drinking a lot more at preschool so maybe that would explain the extra leaks that I have been having with my diapers.

Christie, Susie, and Cassie all tried to comfort me as I waited that last hour for my mommy to pick me up.  I didn’t like being in a sopping wet dress and a new diaper.  Sure, my diaper was all dry.  But it didn’t make any difference as my legs still felt uncomfortable as the wet folds of my dress stuck to my legs, from my hips all the way down to my thighs.  I just sat in the play area and tried not to move, as the movement would only make it worse.  And if I moved too much, my wet dress would chafe against my legs and cause a horrible rash.

Finally, my mommy came and picked me up.  But instead of going out to the car, she quickly got me out of my wet magenta dress and changed me into a dry orange dress, placing the wet dress into a plastic Target bag, along with the other wet mint green dress that I soaked this morning.

After I said goodbye to my friends, my mommy took me to Target (mommy was having a neighbor watch Phoebe at home), along with Jake and Randy.  Randy groaned when we pulled into the parking lot.

“Aw, mom!” Randy sighed.  “Why are we stopping here?  I wanna go home!”

My mommy pointed to me in my car seat.  “Randy, we are stopping here so I can get some new diapers for Macy.  She has outgrown her Size 3’s, so I’m getting her a bigger size that’s a better fit for her.”

Randy then smirked at me.  “Macy, why are you still wearing diapers?  Are you a baby?  Baby Macy!”

Jake then jabbed Randy in the side.  “Cut it out.  Macy is autistic.  She has special needs, so she needs them…”

Once again, I felt relieved with my nice older brother standing up for me.

Since it was going to be a quick trip, my mommy tasked Jake to watch Randy while she took me in to get the diapers.

It didn’t take too long for my mommy to find the baby aisle.  My mommy bought two boxes of 70 count Size 4 Pampers Cruisers diapers, with an additional bag of 22 count Size 4 Pampers Cruisers.

“Macy,” my mommy told me.  “You go through about 150 of these diapers per month, so with 162, that should hold you over for another month…”  In addition to this, my mommy placed a box of 104 Count Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers.  “You only go through one of these per night, so this should have you set for another three months…”

After my mommy bought the diapers, she left Target and loaded them into the minivan.  She then placed me into my car seat.  After that, she took us all home.

After my mommy got home, she thanked the neighbor for watching Phoebe.  She then placed Phoebe in her playpen and took me upstairs with a plastic sack of 22 Pampers Cruisers diapers.

My mommy laid a PEVA changing mat over my bed and laid me on it.  Since my return to diapers, my mommy has found this to be a much better way to change me than just on the floor or on a bathroom towel.

Since I wasn’t in the Size 3 Pampers Cruiser for too long, it was only slightly damp.  My mommy quickly wiped me with one wipe and treated a couple of rashy areas from my wet dress starting to chafe around my legs.  She tore open the plastic sack and pulled out a Size 4 Pampers Cruisers diaper.  She powdered it and I automatically lifted my legs for her to slide the diaper under me.  She folded the diaper between my legs and loosened the two tapes from their default position before peeling open both tapes and fastening them to the landing zone.  She moved her fingers around the leg openings of my diaper and pulled up on the leg cuffs to ensure that I would have no leaks.

When my mommy saw me in my new diaper, she gave me the thumbs up.  “Now Macy,” she said with a smile.  “Doesn’t that fit you a lot better?”

I squirmed a little bit and immediately noticed the extra room that I had in this diaper.  I smiled and nodded.  It did not feel tight, nor did it feel too loose on me.  It was the perfect fit once again.  I smiled as I was eager to get something to drink to put this new Size 4 to the test.  While my old Size 3’s would just be hand me downs for my baby sister, I could definitely agree.  While my tight diapers with the more frequent leaks were yucky, the size 4 diapers are better.  My mommy got me a plate of cinnamon teddy grahams with a plastic cup of apple juice with a lid on it and a straw so that I wouldn’t spill the cup on the carpeting in my room.  I ate all of the teddy grahams and drank down all of the apple juice.  I smiled and began playing with my dollhouse.  With my portable “potty” strapped around my waist, I knew that I wouldn’t have to worry about any trips to the bathroom while I began to get lost in the countless minutes of my playtime….

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 6: Sleepover at Christie's

I walked back to the classroom with Andrea, holding her hand.  She just finished changing my diaper.  Like most days, it was a messy one, which I had either before or after my nap.

Since the switch to the Size 4 Pampers, it has been a whole month.  Spring just started and it was a Friday.

I walked over to my friends, who were playing with building blocks, which we were using as additional houses for the dollhouse dolls.  Over the last month, Trixie joined our group of friends.  She’s pretty new to the preschool, as her family moved to Cincinnati within the last month.  Trixie was holding a Barbie doll in one hand and a Ken doll in the other.

“It’s Barbie’s birthday party!” Trixie shouted as she placed the dolls in the dollhouse.  Since the addition of Trixie, we decided to make the dollhouse Barbie’s house when we were playing.

Christie took her dollhouse dolls from the building blocks and placed them outside the door to the dollhouse.  “Ding dong!” she shouted.  “Barbie’s friends are here with gifts for Barbie!”  She then looked at me, Susie, Cassie, and Trixie.  “We should have a sleepover at my house!  My mommy will need to talk to all of your mommies to make sure that it’s okay…”

I gasped.  How would I be able to have a sleepover at Christie’s?  Since I began to wear diapers full-time again, I have not had a single sleepover.  How can I go to her sleepover if I would need my diaper changed?

“Macy!” Christie shouted, breaking me out of my daydreaming.  “Pay attention!  I just asked you if you wanted to go to my sleepover.  All the other girls said yes.”

“Um….” I hesitated.  “How could I go?  I wear diapers.  Who is going to change me at the sleepover?”

Christie smiled.  “Don’t you remember?  I gots a little sister named Cecilia.  She’s 18 months and my mommy still changes her diapers all the time.  I’ll just ask my mommy to change your diapers…”

I frowned.  “But I’m four and a half! Won’t she think that I’m too old for diapers?”

Trixie grinned at me as if a light bulb went off in her head.  “Why don’t you just have your mommy talk to Christie’s mommy?”

I grabbed the daughter doll and nodded.  “Let’s have all of our mommies talk about it when they come to pick us up today.”

And that is what we all agreed on.  We played until the next lesson.  We then had the lesson and made a beautiful Spring picture that we could take home.  We then played until our mommies picked us up.

That’s when Christie looked at her mommy.  “Mommy,” she addressed.  “Can Susie, Cassie, Macy, and Trixie come over tonight for a sleepover?”

I could see the look in my mommy’s face.  From that look, I could tell that she didn’t want me to go with them.  Christie’s mommy was about to answer but my mommy interrupted.  “Macy,” she told me.  “Can I talk to the other mothers?  All of you girls can continue playing.”  She then turned to the other mommies.  “While a sleepover is a wonderful thing for all of them, there is something that you need to know about Macy…” The five walked away from us and began talking to each other very quietly.

We all continued to play for a while until we were all interrupted.

“Girls,” Christie’s mommy announced.  “All of you can come to the sleepover.  You already know about Macy’s condition and we can discuss it tonight.  Christie, we’re coming home to get ready for the sleepover.  As for everyone else like we discussed, drop the girls off at 5:00.  Pick them up at 11:00 AM tomorrow.  See you all later!”

I said goodbye to all of my friends and exited the preschool with my mommy.  How was I still able to go?  What about my diapers?  Who is going to change me?  This discussion couldn’t wait until I got to the minivan where both Jake and Randy would be so I tugged on the leg of my mommy’s jeans.  “Mommy,” I said.  “How can I go?  What about my diapers?  Who is going to change me?”

My mommy gave me a look of reassurance.  “Charlotte, Christie’s mommy has agreed to change all of your diapers.  She already has a little one in diapers so she’ll just change you as needed.  All she asks is that I provide her with all of your diapers for the sleepover.  She has everything else over there. All we need to pack for you is the diapers.”

I gave mommy a hug.  “Thank you.  I can finally go on another sleepover!”

We got to the car and my mommy discussed the weekend plans.

“Macy is going to a sleepover at one of her friends.” My mommy told my older brothers.

My meanie older brother Randy snickered.  “Macy’s going to a sleepover?  But Macy’s a baby!  Who is going to change her diapers?”

Like usual, Jake defended me.  He jabbed Randy in the arm.  “Stop it.  Who else is going to change her but her friend’s mom?  Can’t you just be nice to Macy?”

“Thanks,” I said to Jake.  I then turned and stuck my tongue out at Randy.  “You heard Jake!  Be NICE to me!”

We got home and in the next hour, my mommy packed everything that I needed for the sleepover in my backpack.  Six Pampers Cruisers diapers, one Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper, my favorite Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper, a light blue dress for tomorrow, an extra baby pink dress just in case, my toothbrush and toothpaste, and few other things that I needed for the sleepover.

After that, mommy drove me over to Christie’s house.  I walked towards the door with mommy.  This was it.  My first sleepover in diapers.  How would it go?  I hoped and prayed with all my might that it would go well.

[FreezMilo]

this story is beautiful

[PamperedPrince]

On 5/25/2024 at 6:08 PM, FreezMilo said:

this story is beautiful

Thank you! the next one is on its way...  😀

Chapter 7: Let it Go, Let it Go

Both my mommy and I stepped into the house with Christie’s mommy.  My mommy then unzipped my backpack and handed her all of my diapers for the sleepover:  Five Size 4 Pampers Cruisers and one Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights.

“Here are Macy’s diapers,” she told Christie’s mommy with a smile.  “Yes, I know that Macy is four and a half and still in diapers, but she has ‘special needs’.  I will try to potty train her this summer.  Changing her won’t be too much trouble for you, will it?”

Christie’s mommy smiled.  “Oh, not at all!  Cecilia is 18 months old, and she is still in diapers.  And believe it or not, Cecilia is also in Size 4’s.  She’s pretty big like Christie was when Christie was her age…So if an emergency comes up, I’ll just change Macy into Cecilia’s diapers if I need to.  I see that they’re Pampers.  Cecilia is in Luv’s, since she has sensitive skin…”

My mommy nodded.  “Yes.  Macy is quite a little peanut.  Just like her mommy…”  I saw that my mommy was shorter than Christie’s mommy when she stood next to her.  “Well, I gave you Macy’s diapers.  The rest of her things are in her backpack.  Don’t have her stay up too late.  I gave you my number so call me if you need anything or if you have an emergency.”  She then gasped.  “Oh, and one other thing.  Macy will not tell you when she needs her diaper changed, so be sure to check her every now and then.  I think it’s part of her autism…”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Will do!  I do diaper checks on Cecilia often so I will remember to check Macy whenever I check Cecilia…”

My mommy then leaned down and gave me a kiss.  “Have a nice sleepover, Macy.  Mommy will be here tomorrow before lunch to pick you up.  Have fun with your friends!”

I nodded and mommy left the front door.  Christie’s mommy picked up my backpack in one hand and held my diapers in the other hand.  She glanced at me with a welcoming smile.  “This way, Macy.” She told me.  “I’ll take you to the girls…”

I followed her upstairs and we turned right to a hallway with a few rooms.  The room on the right was Cecilia’s room.  I guessed that it was her room because after we entered it, I saw pink walls and white carpeting, with a white crib and a brown wooden changing table nearby.  At the bottom of the changing table was two open sacks of Luvs diapers.  One was for daytime, and one was for nighttime.  Christie’s mommy sat the stack of my six diapers on top of the changing table, which also had wipes, cream, and baby powder next to it.

And before we left the room, Christie’s mommy leaned down and reached her hand underneath my dress to check my diaper.  Since my mommy just changed me before she took me to Christie’s house, I was barely damp at this point.  The yellow line was still there.  My mommy always told me that if the line was blue, my diaper was really wet.  She nodded and glanced at me.  “You don’t need a change yet.  Here. I’m going to drop off your backpack in Christie’s room and then take you to the girls…”

I followed Christie’s mommy past a bathroom and what looked like a playroom, since I heard the laughs and giggles from all of my friends in there.  Christie’s room was at the end of the hallway, with Christie’s mommy and daddy’s room across the hall, since I saw a really big bed in that room.

We entered Christie’s bedroom and I saw four sleeping bags laid out on the floor, with pillows and blankets for each one.  Christie didn’t have one since she could just sleep in her own bed.  There were two sleeping bags and then another two sleeping bags below it, forming a square of four sleeping bags.

Each sleeping bag had a backpack next to it, except for one.  Christie’s mommy sat my backpack on the top right sleeping bag, which was near Christie’s bed.  The lavender backpack next to my pink and white checker backpack looked like Susie’s, since she always used that one during preschool.  Cassie’s green and pink backpack sat behind Susie’s and Trixie’s dark purple backpack sat behind mine.

Christie’s mommy unzipped my backpack and placed my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper on top of my sleeping bag.  She then grabbed my hand, and we walked out of the room and to the playroom, where I saw a bunch of toys in there.  Dolls, dollhouses, and even a small playpen area for Cecilia.  A couch also sat in the room, with a large TV that hung on the wall.

Both Susie and Trixie were playing with dolls, while Christie and Cassie were playing with the dollhouse.  Cecilia was happily shaking a plastic multicolor caterpillar toy.  I walked over to Christie and Cassie as Christie’s mommy checked Cecilia’s diaper.  Having noticed that Christie’s mommy picked Cecilia up, she definitely needed a change.  I never knew when I needed a change anymore since I don’t pay attention to this anymore.  The only time that I notice is that my diaper is squishy when I sit down. It didn’t feel that squishy, so I sat down to play with Christie and Cassie.

Christie smiled.  “You’re finally here, Macy!  We’re playing Nastya!  The girl doll is Nastya and the daddy doll is her daddy.”

I smiled as I watched the silly things that both Christie and Cassie did with the dolls.  Christie controlled Nastya and Cassie controlled the daddy.

A few minutes later, Christie’s mommy came back with Cecilia.  She sat her down in the playpen and glanced up at us.

“Girls,” she addressed us.  “I’m going to make some snacks and you’re going to watch a movie.  What movie do you want?”

Christie, Susie, and I all wanted Tangled, while Cassie and Trixie wanted Frozen.

When Christie’s mommy grabbed the Tangled movie, Trixie almost threw a temper tantrum.

“No!” she shouted.  “I wanna watch Frozen!  I wanna watch Frozen!!!”

Christie’s mommy didn’t want there to be any trouble at the sleepover, so she sat down Tangled and picked up the Frozen movie instead.

About 10 minutes into the movie, Christie’s mommy had snacks for all of us.  A couple of apple slices, a few goldfish crackers, a few cinnamon teddy grahams, and a strawberry kiwi juice box for each of us.  We each had our own plate with the same amount so there was no fighting over who had more.

As we were enjoying our snacks, Cecilia began to throw a fit.  This was something that Phoebe also did back at home, so I understood it all too well.

Christie’s mommy hurried into the room and picked up Cecilia.  “Oh Cece…” she cooed.  “Here.  Let mommy take you to your playpen downstairs.  They’re all trying to watch their movie.  How about some….COCOMELON! Yeah!”  Christie’s mommy left with Cecilia and the room got quiet again and we were all able to hear Frozen again.

We then got to my favorite part of the movie.  The part where Elsa sings “Let it Go”.  When we got to this part, Christie started to sing.  And before long, we were all singing “Let it Go” along with Elsa.

But in the middle of the song, I could suddenly feel my diaper getting very warm.  The warmth lasted for a little while, as I still didn’t really understand time at that age.  Having just learned what a second was in preschool, I knew that it was after every Mississippi.  With that, “One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi” was three seconds, but I still couldn’t understand everything about it.  All I knew is that the warmth began to fade towards the end of the song.

We all continued to watch the movie.  And as we got towards the end, where the mean Hans locked Anna in a room for her to freeze, all of my friends began looking at me.

“Something smells.” Susie said out loud.

“I smell it too,” Cassie said.

Christie nodded.  “Usually it’s my baby sister Cecilia, but she’s not in the room.” She took a big sniff next to where I was sitting.  “Macy, did you poop?”

“Yeah,” Susie said, almost laughing.  “Did Macy poop her diaper again?”

I said nothing, as the situation had already started to get embarrassing.

Christie nodded.  “She did.  My sister smells just like that after she poops.” She stood up and was about to leave the room.

“You’re going to miss the movie!” Trixie shouted.

Christie sighed.  “I’ve seen this movie many times.  I’m getting mommy.”  She left the room and raised her voice.  “Mommy!  Macy pooped!”

A few moments later, Christie’s mommy was in the room.  She had me stand up and she grabbed me by the hand.  She also paused the movie.  “I’m going to change Macy and then we can finish the movie.  Just play with your toys until she comes back, okay?”

Christie gasped.  “What about Cece?”

Christie’s mommy smiled.  “Daddy is watching Cece right now.” She then turned to face me.  “This way, Macy…”

Christie’s mommy guided me by the hand all the way to Cecilia’s (or Cece’s) room.  When we got to the changing table, she lifted me up and laid me on top of it.  “Woo, that smells like a stinky one!” she said, as she lifted up my dress revealing my soggy and heavily soiled diaper.  She also noticed that the yellow line was now dark blue.  “Yes Macy girl, I think your diaper smells just as stinky as Cece’s…”  She peeled off both tabs of the diaper and opened it up.  “Yup!  Just as stinky!”

“Phoebe’s smell the worstest!” I shouted, concealing a giggle.

Christie’s mommy was in the middle of cleaning my private place when she frowned.  “Who is Phoebe?  Your little sister?”

I nodded and grinned.

“And how old is your little sister?” she asked me.

“My mommy told me that she’s 14 months old now.” I told her.

Christie’s mommy (who I quickly found out was really fast at diaper changes) was already checking me over for rashes.  Having found no rashes, she began to powder one of the Pampers that my mommy packed for me.  “And how old are you, Macy?”

I held out four fingers.  “I’m dis many.” I told her.  I then held out five fingers.  “I turn dis many in July…”

Christie’s mommy nodded and just stared at me as she lifted me up a little bit to slide a diaper underneath me before laying me on top of it.  “So, you’re almost five years old and you need to wear diapers all the time?  Don’t you think you’re a little too old for diapers?” She folded the diaper between my legs and fastened both tapes in the middle.  “Don’t you want to wear big girl underwear and be a big girl?  What about using the potty like a big girl?”

I shuddered when I heard the word “potty”.  “No!” I shouted.  “Pottys are yucky!  My diapers are better.”

Christie’s mommy stared at me again and pulled my dress back down to cover up my diaper.  She then picked me up and sat me down on my feet.  “Well, we can’t keep your friends waiting.  After you all finish the movie, we’re going to have dinner downstairs, okay?”

I nodded, as she guided me by the hand back to the playroom where my friends were.  I could smell the faint smell of baby powder and the perfumes from the Pampers diaper.  The poopy smell was still in the room, but it was beginning to fade away at this point.

“Is baby Macy all changed?” Cassie teased.

“Hey!” Christie shouted, grabbing Cassie’s hair.  “Cut it out!  Macy has ‘special needs’, remember?”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “That’s right.  Macy needs her diapers during the day.  Someday, she won’t need them, but she needs them for the time being.  Now, we’re going to finish the movie and we’re all going to have dinner, okay?”

“Okay!” Christie and the rest of my friends shouted.

I sat down next to Cassie and Trixie on the soft carpeted floor and finished watching the rest of Frozen.  Even though I have seen the ending many times, I still cried during the part where Anna was frozen solid.  I could also hear Trixie and Cassie crying right next to me.  Our faces were a little wet with tears as we got to the ending of the movie.

With the movie over, it was now time for dinner.  How would the rest of the sleepover go?  And what was for dinner?  My stomach roared like a lion as we all saw what Christie’s mommy made in the kitchen…

[Bonsai]

I see a yellow line

And I want it painted blue

No dryness anymore

I want it to turn blue

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 8: Not Alone

I glanced at my plate at the kitchen table, and I smiled at what I saw.  Four chicken nuggets.  Five tater tots.  A spoonful of Macaroni and Cheese (it tasted like the same kind that my mommy made). A spoonful of apple sauce.  A small green cup filled with milk sat next to my plate.  It was all very good, so I was eager to eat right away.  But before I did, I was scolded by Christie’s mommy.

Christie, who was sitting in a booster cushion next to me gave me a nudge in my left side.  “Daddy needs to say the blessing first!”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Yes.  Daddy needs to say the blessing.  Also girls, if you make a happy plate, I will let you each have one brownie.  I just baked them today!”

At this, I sighed as I stared at the yummy food that I couldn’t eat right away.  Christie’s daddy said the blessing, giving thanks to God for our food.

After the blessing, I began eating my food quickly, eating the nuggets and dipping them into the small glob of barbecue sauce that was next to them.  Knowing that I could have a brownie made me eat my food all the faster.  I ate the five tater tots quickly and then started to hiccup.  After the fourth and fifth hiccup, my diaper started to feel warm again. Still hiccupping, I began to eat my macaroni and cheese.  As I finished eating it, I felt another moment of warmth coming from my diaper.  It was coming from right where I was sitting.  I was halfway through my apple sauce when Christie’s mommy noticed my hiccups. She held a cup of water and carefully poured it into my mouth.

“Do you feel better, Macy?” she asked me.

I hiccupped again.  But after a few more sips of the water, the hiccups were gone.  I finished my apple sauce.  “I have a happy plate!” I proudly shouted.

Christie’s mommy came over and sat a good-sized delicious brownie on my empty plate.  My other friends all wanted the brownie, too so they all began to finish their plates as well.  I picked up the brownie and shoved it right into my mouth.  I bit into it, filling my cheeks with the still slightly warm and moist chocolate cake and dried frosting on the top.  I took big bites and made the brownie smaller until it was gone.  When I was finished with the brownie, I had moist chocolate all over my face.  Satisfied, I gulped down the glass of milk and let out a burp.

Christie, who was sitting next to me, gasped.  “Macy, what do you say when you burp?”

I said nothing since I didn’t know what to say.

Christie sighed.  “Mommy! Macy burped!”

Christie’s mommy gave me a smile.  “Macy, what do you say when you burp?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “I don’t know!”

“You say ‘excuse me’, dear.” Christie’s mommy told me.  “Now Macy, you just burped.  What do you say?”

“Excuse me,” I told her, looking a little embarrassed.

Christie’s mommy also noticed that my face was all messy from the brownie, so she gave me a wet paper towel and helped me to wipe my face clean.

At this point, Christie and all of my friends had brownies on their plates.  They too made happy plates like I did!  They all ate their brownies, but it wasn’t as fast as I did.

As Christie was finishing her milk, she burped.  “Excuse me!” she immediately shouted.

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “You’re excused, Christie honey…”  She then glanced at all the other plates, which all just had tiny crumbs from the brownies that they just ate.  There were also a couple of drops of milk in each of the cups.  “It looks like you girls are done.  But you all need to be cleaned up for bedtime.  Go upstairs and I’m going to give you all baths…”

We all went upstairs and waited by the bathroom for Christie’s mommy to come upstairs.

When I looked at the bathroom inside, I frowned.  “How are we all going to fit in the bathtub?  There’s five of us!”

Still clothed, we all started to get into the dry bathtub.  I got in first.  Christie was second.  Cassie was third.  But when Susie tried to get in, there was no more room.

“It’s not going to work!” I said, pouting.

Christie smiled, as if a lightbulb turned on in her head.  “Yes, it is! Mommy didn’t say that she was going to give us a bath.  She was giving us all baths!  Isn’t that more than one?”

I nodded.  “So, she’s going to give five baths?”

As we continued to discuss how Christie’s mommy was going to give us baths, Christie’s mommy entered the room, holding Cecilia.

“Bathtime!” she shouted.  “And Cece needs a bath, too so I’m going to bathe you all at the same time!”

I frowned.  “But we can’t fit!”

But Christie’s mommy shook her head.  “I’m giving two baths.  Three of you can play in the playroom.  When it’s your turn, I will get you.  Okay?”

“Okay!” we all shouted.

Christie’s mommy then determined who would get a bath first.  I, Trixie, and Cecilia all went first while the rest of my friends played in the playroom.  I understood why both I and Cecilia had to go first since we both wore diapers.  But why Trixie?  She was one of the biggest girls compared to my other friends.  Standing next to Trixie, I was just below her chin.  And to my surprise, I was just a tiny bit taller than Cecilia.

Christie’s mommy filled the bathtub with warm water and bubble bath solution.  Once the tub was full, she put a few bath toys in the tub.  She then began undressing both me and Cecilia.  She took off our dresses and peeled the tapes off of our diapers.  Both only looked a little soggy.  She picked Cecilia up and placed her in the tub.  She then picked me up and sat me in the tub next to Cecilia.  “Wow!” Christie’s mommy said with a smile.  “You’re quite the peanut!  I think you weigh about the same as Cecilia!  Your mommy was right…”

I watched as Christie’s mommy undressed Trixie.  Her white dress with a pink heart and pink creases around the bottom folds came off.  Underneath was a pink pair of Hello Kitty underwear.  There was a graphic of Hello Kitty, along with a light pink with hot pinks outlining all the seams.  She removed Trixie’s underwear and was about to pick her up, but she shook her head and stepped into the bathtub instead.  She sat next to me and smiled.

That’s when Cecelia began to splash water at both of us.  This reminded me of when mommy gave me baths with Phoebe on rare occasions.  She always tried to splash me with water.  Cecilia then began to happily coo and babble.  “Eh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh-deh!!!!”  Cecilia happily babbled.

I turned my attention to Trixie.  “Hi Trixie,” I managed to say.  “What’s Hello Kitty?”

Trixie smiled.  “It’s a fun show with a cute little kitty on it!  I love Hello Kitty, so mommy gave me Hello Kitty panties!”

I glanced at Cecilia and then back at Trixie.  “Why did mommy pick you instead of Cassie?  Cassie’s just a little taller than me…”

I then saw Trixie’s face turn red for some reason.  “I don’t know….” She told me.  She then grabbed a couple of boats.  “Do you wanna play boats?  Fastest one wins!”

I nodded and Trixie gave me a green boat.  Trixie’s was red.

“Ready?” Trixie asked me.  “One, two, three, go!”

We began racing our boats, but we were interrupted with splashes from Cecilia.  Christie’s mommy was watching us play nearby.

A little while later, Christie’s mommy walked over and began scrubbing our faces and cleaning every one of us.  After all three of us were clean, she had Trixie step out of the tub while she picked me and Cecilia up one at a time and got us out of the tub.  She wrapped each of us in a towel and then picked Cecilia up.

“Wait here while I take care of Cecilia,” she told us.

She took Cecilia to the sink and quickly brushed her teeth.  After that, she walked out of the room with Cecilia.

After a little while passed, she came back into the bathroom and drained the tub. She filled the tub with warm water and new bath solution for the next three girls.  After that, she took both of us to the sink, where she helped us brush our teeth.  We held our toothbrushes, and she guided us where we were supposed to brush.  After that, she used both her hands to guide both me and Trixie to the hallway.  She stopped outside of Cecilia’s room and picked me up, being careful to not let the bath towel unwrap.

In Cecilia’s room, I saw my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper, with a Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers overnights diaper sitting on top.  She stretched open the diaper and powdered it and then laid me on top of it.  She folded the diaper between my legs and fastened both tapes in the center.  She then helped me into my footed blanket sleeper.  She zipped me up and snapped the safety flap over the top of the zipper near the collar.  She then sat me down on the floor and I exited, seeing Trixie, who still had a towel wrapped around her tummy.

We walked towards Christie’s room, where her mommy stopped me.  “I’m going to get Trixie ready for bed,” she told me as she entered with Trixie.

I gasped.  Why did Trixie need help in getting ready for bed?  Couldn’t Trixie dress herself?  The door was open just a crack, so I slowly opened the door enough to have a good view of Christie’s mommy and Trixie.

Christie’s mommy removed the towel and then proceeded to unzip Trixie’s dark purple backpack.  She pulled out what looked like a diaper, only it looked like underwear.  The top of it had pink that went around it.  Then purple.  Underneath there was a pattern of pinwheels with two yellow lines, two purple lines, and blue lines.  These pinwheels circled the whole diaper.  Underneath the pattern was a line of yellow that circled around it.  After that was blue.  Then purple.  Then yellow.  These three colors repeated down, circling the diaper until it got to the butt area.  So, this was why Trixie was taking a bath with me?  Because she wore diapers to bed like I do?  But something was weird about Trixie’s diaper.  It didn’t look like the diaper that I was wearing at all.  Mine had two tapes that kept my diaper on me, and it smelled very nice.

I watched as Christie’s mommy helped Trixie get both of her legs into the underwear-like diaper.  She slid the diaper up Trixie’s legs until it was snugly around her tummy.  After that, Trixie got her pajamas out of her backpack.  To my surprise, it was a pink Hello Kitty footed sleeper with a purple collar and purple sleeve cuffs.  There were purple hearts all over the pajamas, with Hello Kitty’s face on top of every heart.  Some smaller hearts also covered the pajamas, which included purple, pink, and orange hearts.  Greenish circles of light also covered her pajamas as well.  Like a pro, Trixie unzipped her pajamas, slid her legs down into the feet, and guided both her arms through the sleeves before zipping her sleeper back up.  She then ran towards the door, which made me back away a little bit.

Christie’s mommy smiled as she glanced at Trixie.  “So, you know how to get into your pajamas?  Good.  I’m going to give Christie, Cassie, and Susie their baths now.  You two can go play in the playroom while I get the rest of the girls ready for bed.  It shouldn’t be too long since they can all dress themselves…”

We both nodded as she walked towards the bathroom.

As we both entered the playroom, I glanced down at Trixie’s Hello Kitty footed sleeper towards her tummy.  I then smiled.  “So, you wear diapers to bed?” I asked her.

Trixie’s face grew red, and she shook her head.  “No…” she told me.  “Mommy doesn’t call them diapers.  They’re Ninjamas.  They’re nighttime underwear for bedwetters.  Mommy makes me wear them ‘cause I still wet the bed…”

I smiled.  “But now I’m not alone!  All of my friends are already potty trained at night.  But because you still wear diapers to bed, I don’t feel alone now…”

Trixie pouted.  “They’re not diapers!  They’re nighttime underwear!  I don’t wanna wear them either, but mommy makes me ‘cause I still wet the bed!  I used to not wet the bed before I moved, but it’s been happening every night now…” Trixie’s eyes began to fill with tears, and she began to cry.  When I saw this, I began to hug my friend.

“There there,” I told her.  “At least you don’t have to worry about wet bedsheets…”

“Yes, I do!” Trixie wailed.  “These Ninjamas don’t always keep me dry.  Some nights, my bed is dry.  On other nights, the Ninjamas leak and I wet the bed anyway.  Mommy’s giving me three more months.  If I keep wetting the bed after three more months, she’s putting me back in diapers…” Trixie cried into my arms.

“What’s wrong with that?” I told her.  “Wouldn’t it be better to wear diapers?”

“No!” Trixie shouted.  “I wanna be a big girl!  Diapers are for babies!  And don’t you wear them all the time?  Don’t you wanna be a big girl anymore, Macy?  Why do you wear them?  You know they’re for babies…”

I smiled, but then frowned when I thought of the potty.  “I wear them because I have to!  I don’t like the yucky potty!  Pottys scare me now.  I’m afraid to even look at them now!”

A smile came over Trixie’s face.  “You’re afraid of pottys?  Why?  You just sit down and pee or poop!  And then flush!  Why are you afraid of it?”

I nodded.  “I know that, but have you ever looked inside the potty and underneath the inside?  It’s scary.  It’s poopy and yellow and I never wanna use another potty again…”

Trixie shook her head.  “I never looked there, but it’s probably very scary…”

I shuddered.  “Once you look in there, you will never wanna use the potty again.  That’s why I only wear diapers now.  Because I would make a mess if I just used my underwears…”

Trixie nodded.  “Okay.  That’s why you always wear diapers now.  Because of the yucky stuff inside the scary potty.”

I nodded.  “Pottys are yucky.  But I like my diapers.  They’re a lot better.”

We both played with a couple of baby dolls and fed them their bottles while we waited for our other friends to get their baths and get ready for bed.

A little while later, the three friends entered.  Christie was wearing pink pajamas with tops and bottoms.  They were not footies.  Susie was wearing a set of Frozen pajamas, with Anna and Elsa on the front around her tummy.  Cassie was wearing a solid lavender footed sleeper with white feet and a zipper protector flap near the collar like the one that I had on mine.

“Mommy said that it’s time for bed.” Christie told us.  “She’s getting us milk to drink before bed and told all of you to get in your sleeping bags and wait in my room.”

We all nodded and walked to Christie’s room.  I found my sleeping bag near my pink and white checker backpack and got inside it.  The soft padding of my diaper felt comfortable against the cozy layer of my footed sleeper and even cozier layer of the sleeping bag.  I laid my head on the pillow and covered myself up with a blanket.  I listened in on the discussion between Trixie and the other girls.

“How were your baths?” Trixie asked them.

Christie smiled as she laid on her bed.  “It was fun.  We had a tea party with all the boats but then a big splash ruined the tea party.”

“That was me!” Cassie said with a laugh.

“And then Christie’s mom washed us and made sure that we were clean,” Susie added.  “The bath was fun.  And then she brushed our teeth and told us to put our panties and jammies on in our room.  How were your baths?”

Trixie smiled.  “Macy and I raced our boats, but Cece kept splashing us!  Then Christie, your mommy brushed our teeth and got us ready for bed…” Trixie suddenly stopped speaking, as she looked nervous as to what to say next.

Christie nodded.  “It’s okay.  I know that Cece and Macy wear diapers, and mommy had to change them.  Did you just go and change into your panties?”

That’s when I smiled.  “No!” I interrupted.  “Trixie wears diapers like me!”

Trixie’s face was now very red.  “No, I don’t!” she screamed.  “They’re not diapers!  They’re Ninjamas!  They’re nighttime underwear!”

Christie nodded.  “But don’t you pee in them like a diaper?  Aren’t those like pull-ups?  ‘Cause I used to wear pull-ups when mommy was potty training me…”

Trixie quietly nodded.  “Kind of.  I don’t like them.  Mommy makes me wear them ‘cause I keep wetting the bed…They don’t always keep me dry…”

“Like a pull-up!” Christie shouted.  “I used to leak through a lot of pull-ups when I was learning how to use the potty.  They don’t keep you dry like a diaper does.”

Moments later, Christie’s mommy came in with glasses of milk for each one of us.  They were all in small cups that had lids, each with a straw coming out of it.  Christie’s mommy handed me my milk and I quickly sucked it down in a few gulps.  After that, I burped.  “Excuse me!” I shouted, remembering my manners.

Christie’s mommy smiled.  “Thank you for remembering, Macy!”

After all the girls received their milks, they all drank them slower than I did.  After a short while, we were all finished with our milks.  Christie’s mommy took all the empty glasses and made sure that we were all covered properly.  She tucked in Christie and gave each of us a kiss goodnight.

After she left the room, it wasn’t too long before that milk really kicked in.  My eyelids began to shut, and I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of loud crying.  I glanced behind me and felt a very wet spot, but it wasn’t coming from my sleeping bag.  It was coming from Trixie’s.  Trixie was sitting by her zipped open sleeping bag.  Her pajamas and everything that was nearby her was soaked in pee.  My diaper, on the other hand, was very wet, but not leaking.

But that was not the case for Trixie.  Trixie was all wet.  Trixie’s Ninjama leaked.

[Bonsai]

Ninjamas are YUCKY, diapers are BETTER.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 9: A Rough Night

As Trixie continued to cry, I didn’t know what else to do.  I tried hugging her, but it wasn’t helping.

Moments later, the other three girls woke up one by one.  First was Cassie.  Second was Susie.  Finally, Christie woke up and gasped.

“I gotta go potty!” Christie said, with a worried look on her face.

“So do I!” Cassie shouted.

“Me too!” Susie whimpered.

The three girls ran out of the bedroom when I noticed something starting to smell bad.  I think that I heard the sound of pooping.  That’s when I felt it.  The warm mess was beginning to fill my diaper…

Trixie then glanced at me.  “You pooped again?  Why don’t you use the potty like a big girl?”

I frowned.  “I don’t want the yucky potty!  I’ll go in my diaper instead!”

I finished the enormous mess that began to really squish against my soaked diaper as I sat up.

“EW!!!!” Trixie shouted, still sobbing.  “That smells bad!”

I then heard the sound of a baby crying.  It was Cecilia coming from the other room.

After that, Christie and my other two friends all came back into the bedroom, looking a lot happier.

Cassie gasped.  “What smells in here?”

Trixie pointed at me.  “The baby!  Baby Macy pooped again…”

The door cracked open, with Christie’s mommy holding Cecilia in her arms.  Cecilia was calmly sucking on her pacifier, while Christie’s mommy looked a little worried.

“What’s going on?” Christie’s mommy gasped.  “I heard crying in this room too…”

Christie spoke up.  “Trixie peed her sleeping bag and Macy pooped!”

Christie’s mommy gasped.  “She did?”  She walked over to Trixie while still holding Cecilia in her hands.  “Do you want to go home?  I’ll call your mommy and she can pick you up right now…”

Trixie nodded.  “I wanna go home!”

Christie’s mommy then smelled next to where I was sitting.  “Again Macy?  I’ll have to change you again.  But first thing’s first.  Little Cece made a poopy so I will change her first.  Then Trixie, I will call your mommy and she can pick you up.  Get into the bathroom and wait there.  I’ll clean you up and get you into your change of clothes.”

Trixie sighed.  “But…don’t use my fresh pair of Hello Kitty Panties.  Use the other Ninjama that mommy packed…I only wear panties in the daytime…”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Okay.  It’s 3:26 in the morning, so you’re definitely going to need to wear that other Ninjama.”  She then looked at me.  “After I call Trixie, I will then get you out of that stinky diaper.  Be patient.  I have three different problems to address…”

Meanwhile, the other girls were in shock.  They remained quiet while Christie’s mommy left with Cecilia and Trixie left to go wait in the bathroom.

I then stood up and approached Cassie, who backed away from me.

“You smell poopy!” Cassie shouted.

Susie nodded.  “Yes Macy.  Why can’t you use the potty like a big girl?”

“I can’t…” I told her.  “I’m scared of pottys…My diaper is the only other place that I can go where I won’t make a mess…”

Christie nodded.  “It’s your special need, right?  My mommy told me.  You have something called a tizm.  The tizm is why you have special needs?”

I nodded.  “That’s what mommy told me.  A doctor asked me lots of questions but was very nice.  She let me play with games while she talked to mommy.”

“So leave Macy alone!” Christie shouted.  “Her tizm is why she needs diapers.  None of us has a tizm but Macy does.  So let’s be nice to her!”

I nodded.  “Yeah!  Be nice to me!”

Christie’s mommy came in with Trixie wrapped in a wet bath towel.  After she finished drying Trixie off, she helped her into the next Ninjama, pulling it up from her feet through her legs until it rested snugly around her tummy. 

After that, Trixie put on a white t-shirt with blue polka dots and a Hello Kitty denim skirtall.  Hello Kitty’s face formed the bib part of the skirtall while the rest of it was just a denim skirt.  She pouted as she left the room to go wait for her mommy to pick her up downstairs.

Christie’s mommy then picked up the soaked sleeping bag and noticed the wet carpeting underneath it.  “I’ll clean this up tomorrow.  But I’ll go ahead and wash the sleeping bag that we had for Trixie tonight.  I’ll put it in the dryer in the morning…”  She then looked at me.  “Come Macy.  Let’s get you out of that poopy diaper…”

I followed Christie’s mommy into the hallway.  She sat down the sleeping bag outside of Cecilia’s room and she picked me up.  She carried me to the changing table and very quickly changed me out of my messy diaper.  She unsnapped the safety flap and unzipped my footed sleeper.  She sat it aside to avoid getting poop on my footed sleeper.  She quickly removed my heavily soaked and soiled diaper and began digging into the mess until everything was clean.  She saw a slight rash, so she rubbed some cream on that.  After that, she powdered a Size 4 Pampers Cruiser and diapered me, fastening the two tapes in the center.  After that, she zipped me back into my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper and snapped the protective flap back on near the collar.  She wadded up the messy diaper and threw it away in the diaper pail that sat on the floor near the changing table.

Christie’s mommy smiled.  “That’s a daytime diaper that I put you in.  Are you sure that you don’t want a nighttime Luvs?  Both you and Cecilia wear the same size!”

I shook my head.  “No! I don’t wear Luvs!  I wear what my mommy buys me!”

Christie’s mommy nodded and picked me back up and sat me on the floor, feet first.

I followed Christie’s mommy back to Christie’s room to find Cassie and Susie sitting in their sleeping bags.  Christie was lying in her bed, looking concerned.

“Everything okay mommy?” Christie asked her.

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Yes.  Stink bomb #1 was changed.  I then cleaned Trixie up and got her into her other clothes…” she glanced at Trixie’s dark purple backpack.  “Her backpack!” she gasped.  “I’ll take this downstairs for Trixie to have while she waits.  I also changed stink bomb #2.  It’s 3:49 in the morning.  Try to sleep until it’s morning when the sun comes up.  Goodnight again, girls…”

A faint sound of a doorbell could be heard.

“Trixie’s mom is here!” Christie’s mommy gasped.  “I’ll go make sure that Trixie gets this before she leaves.  Goodnight girls!”

Christie’s mommy left with the backpack and closed the door behind her.

I tried to fall back asleep, but it wasn’t easy.  I know that I did at some point because the next time that I opened my eyes, I could see the light from the sun coming into Christie’s room.  My diaper was wet, but it wasn’t as soaked as last night.

The door opened, and Christie’s mommy peeked her head inside.  “Girls, it’s time to get up!  It’s 8:09 and your mommies are going to pick you up in less than three hours!  I have breakfast ready for all of you, but let me first take care of Macy’s diaper…”

Christie frowned.  “What about Cece?”

Christie’s mommy smiled.  “Christie, Cece has been up for a half hour now.  Mommy already took care of Cece’s diaper.  Daddy’s watching her right now…”

Christie nodded.  “Okay.  Hurry up, mommy! We’re all hungry!”

Christie’s mommy nodded and took me into Cecilia’s room where I saw Cecilia’s crib again.  I don’t know why, but for some reason, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her crib.

As Christie’s mommy was changing me into a fresh diaper on the changing table, she took notice at what I was looking at.  “Aw,” Christie’s mommy smiled.  “You like Cece’s crib?  Do you wanna be a baby too?” She laughed as she fastened the tapes in the center of the new diaper.  “I’m just joking.  I’m sure that you have a nice big girl bed at home…”  She then noticed the one Pampers Cruisers diaper that was left and gasped.  “One left?  I guess you won’t be wearing any of Cece’s Luv’s after all…”  After that, she put me in a light blue dress and pulled it down to cover the diaper.

Christie’s mommy quickly took the last diaper with my Minnie Mouse footed sleeper and put them back in my pink and white checker backpack.

After that, we all went downstairs to the kitchen for a nice breakfast.  Like usual, Christie’s daddy said the blessing before we all had our food.  It was sausage patties, mini pancakes, and hash browns with a cup of orange juice for each of us.

After we had our breakfast, I just played with Christie, Cassie, and Susie for quite a while.

I then heard a series of doorbells coming from downstairs.

“Girls!” Christie’s mommy shouted from downstairs.  “Your mommies are here! Get your backpacks and come downstairs!”

Before we did this, we all hugged Christie.

I hugged Christie and smiled.  “Thank you for having the sleepover!”

Christie nodded.  “You’re welcome!  Everyone, I’m sorry about what happened with Trixie…”

“It’s okay!” Susie said with a smile.  “I had fun!”

“And we got to watch Frozen!” Cassie said with a giggle.  “Can we have another sleepover?  Please?”

Christie grinned.  “If it’s okay with mommy…”

We all walked downstairs carrying our backpacks while Christie followed us.

Standing in the entrance was my mommy, Susie’s mommy, and Cassie’s mommy.

I ran up to my mommy and hugged her.  “Mommy!”

My mommy picked me up and I clung my arms around her chest like a monkey.

“Macy!” My mommy shouted.  “Did you have a good sleepover?”

I nodded.  “Uh-huh!  It was a lot of fun, mommy!”

As mommy was about to leave, I could hear Christie talking to her mommy.

“Mommy?” she asked her.  “Can I please have another sleepover?”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Yes, Christie dear. But let’s make it another weekend, okay?”

Christie nodded.  “Okay!”

My mommy smiled.  “Macy wasn’t too much trouble for you, was she?”

“Oh no, Mrs. Robbins!” Christie’s mommy told her.  “If you’re worried about the diaper changes, I’m actually very used to those.  Between Cece and Macy, I was changing a lot of diapers last night…”

My mommy nodded.  “We’re going home now.  Thanks for letting Macy come to the sleepover!”

Christie’s mommy grinned.  “Macy’s quite the sweetheart!  I’ll see you again at the preschool, Mrs. Robbins!”

My mommy took me to the car and placed me in my car seat, securing me in all the buckles.  Before my mommy sat my backpack down, she opened it up and gasped.

“One diaper left?” My mommy gasped.  “You used five diapers this weekend, dear.  Next time, mommy will pack more.  I heard that you had quite the rough night last night, huh?”

I nodded.  “Trixie peed her sleeping bag, I pooped, and then Cece pooped.”

My mommy nodded.  “Yes.  She told me about all about what happened last night and recorded all of your diaper changes.  One was a poopy one last night and the other poopy one was in the middle of the night.  And, if I were to guess, you probably need to be changed when I get home…”

I giggled as I felt my diaper getting warm again.

“Yes Macy.  Christie’s mommy Mrs. Higgins told me about Trixie already.  All of us mothers exchanged information before we let you all sleep over there.  I know that Trixie needs nighttime protection.  Trixie’s mommy, Mrs. Covington told me about Trixie’s situation and how she feels that it might be her being homesick after moving.  It’s too bad that she had to leave after all that happened last night.  Maybe next time, they should put Trixie in a diaper for sleepovers.  Just a suggestion for Mrs. Covington…”

I smiled and nodded as I felt the warmth continue as I peed my diaper.  From that orange juice that I drank this morning, I was really going a lot.  I began to feel my diaper get all warm and squishy.  I didn’t mind this at all as I knew that my mommy was going to change me soon.

Since my permanent switch back to diapers for two months now, I still don’t mind feeling wet or yucky.  Even yuckier than a poopy diaper was the yucky toilet.  I never wanted to sit on one again.  My diaper was the only place that I could go in now, and it now made a lot of sense to me.  Why run to the bathroom when you can just go in your diaper?  Sure, I need to get changed into a new one eventually, but I can play for hours and hours and hours before my mommy checks me and then changes me into a new diaper.

Diapers were my only other option besides the icky yucky potty.  And with this diaper getting very wet and soggy, I was glad that I could now wear them forever and ever.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 10: Use the Potty 2: Summer Potty Training!

I sat on my bed and pouted, still in the diaper that my mommy changed me into last night.  At this point, it was all soggy and icky.  It didn’t feel warm anymore.  In fact, the warmth was gone when I woke up.

My mommy was holding a 2T-3T Pull-Up in her hands.  The Pull-Up depicted Minnie Mouse holding two yellow sticks, about to play the xylophone.  Now I loved Minnie Mouse.  But I didn’t love the fact that she was on a Pull-Up that I just didn’t want to wear.  Why would mommy try to do this to me again?

At this point, I have been wearing diapers for about four months now.  About two months have passed now since the sleepover with Christie.  At this point, I was very used to wearing diapers.  I never wanted to use the potty again.  From that night that I saw the yucky potty, I was afraid of it.  The only place for me to go potty was my diaper and I wasn’t about to put on a Pull-Up!

Just yesterday, I was at my preschool graduation ceremony at the park that was nearby my house.  I was fully diapered in a Size 4 Pampers Cruisers diaper.  Just after I received my preschool graduation diploma, I pooped.  Mommy had to open up the back of the minivan and change my diaper there.  This was the only potty that I knew now.  A potty that I could wear.  A potty that I could go anywhere with.  And with it being messy, all mommy had to do was change me into a new one.  And that was what she did.  She changed me and I was able to enjoy a cookie and some yummy cake and ice cream to celebrate my graduation to kindergarten in the fall.

“Macy!” My mommy shouted, waking me up out of my daydream.  “Get off your bed and let mommy get you into the Pull-Up.  You are not going to wear a diaper again until tonight!”

I continued to pout.  If that Pull-Up was my only option, then I’m just going to sit in this soggy diaper all day.  I felt a fresh stream of pee begin to fill the sagging Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper.  “No!” I shouted.  “I want a diaper!”

My mommy grinned.  “Macy, mommy is not going to put you in a diaper today.  You are going to be put into a Pull-Up and you are going to use the potty.  Get off your bed and let mommy put you into one or you’re going to get a spanking.”

I gasped.  I didn’t want a spanking.  The last time that I got a spanking, my butt hurt all day.  I don’t want to have a sore butt while I play with my toys.  But maybe the pain was worth it if could keep my diapers.  “No!”  I shouted.

My mommy sat down the Pull-Up and stared me right in the eye.  “What did you just say to me?”

I rested both hands on my diapered sides and stared at my mommy.  “NO!”

My mommy then quickly approached me and grabbed me around my waist.  She ripped off both tapes and let the diaper drop on my bed, revealing my bare bottom.

“No!” I screamed in a crying fit. “No no no no no no no no no no no!!!!”

My mommy laid me on her lap so that my face was staring at the floor.  SMACK!

I screamed and cried loudly.  “OW!!!!”

My mommy looked at me sternly.  “Are you going to wear the Pull-Up?”

“No!”  SMACK!  I screamed again and cried.

After three more smacks on my bottom, I gave in.  I stood on the floor and let mommy put the Minnie Mouse Pull-Up on me.  I pouted when I saw Minnie’s big smile.   Minnie!  How can you be so happy right now?  My butt hurts!  Mommy had me step into both leg openings and she pulled the Pull-Up up through my legs until it rested on my tummy.  While the Pull-Up felt like a diaper, I knew that it wouldn’t keep me dry at all.  With just one full bladder, it would leak.

After the Pull-Up, she then gave me a grey t-shirt to put on.

“But mommy!” I pouted.  “Why am I wearing a shirt?  I wanna dress!”

My mommy smiled.  “Macy, you are being potty trained so you’re going to walk around in that shirt and Pull-Up all day.  Every half-hour, we are going to the potty, and you are going to use it.

No!  Not the potty!  I am not going to use it!  But I’m afraid that my mommy will spank me again, so I guess I’ll have to try…

Breakfast this morning was not that fun, since my butt was sore the whole time.  I had Cherrios, strawberry Gogurt, and orange juice. 

About a half hour later, it was time for me to use the potty.  I entered the bathroom and found the same Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat over the normal toilet seat.  A stool was there to help me get up to the potty.

My mommy stood there and waited for me to use it.  I pulled my Pull-Up down and sat on the potty.  I couldn’t go.  I had to pee, but nothing was coming out.  And the more that I tried, the more that I couldn’t go.  “I can’t go!” I cried.

My mommy sighed.  “Just keep waiting, Macy.  You’ll be able to go.”

But I couldn’t.  My bladder was getting more and more full, and I just couldn’t pee on the potty!  “I can’t!”

My mommy nodded.  “Okay.  Maybe you got a shy bladder honey.  I’m going to leave and close the door.  When you are done, let mommy know.”

I nodded as mommy left and the door closed.  After waiting a little bit, I stood up and pulled my Pull-Up back on.  Immediately after I put my Pull-Up back on, my bladder emptied everything all at once.  I then heard the sound of pee trickling onto the tile floor.  The Pull-Up was already leaking.  I hate these stupid Pull-Ups!

My mommy opened the door and gasped when she saw the soaked Pull-Up and the puddle of pee that was around my feet.  “Macy!  Why didn’t you use the potty?  You peed the Pull-Up and you made a mess!”  She tore the Pull-Up off of me and had me stand in the shower while she cleaned up the mess.

After that, I followed her back into the bedroom, and she put a new Pull-Up on me.  And since mommy has a large box of Pull-Up’s, it didn’t look like there was going to be any end to the nightmare that she was putting me through.

From now until lunchtime, mommy had me go to the bathroom six more times.  For each of the six times, I could not use the potty at all.  But whenever I put my Pull-Up back on, I instantly wet it.  I was still on my second Pull-Up, and It was very soaked but not quite leaking yet.

But for lunchtime, mommy put me into a new Pull-Up.  Mommy made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for me, Jake, and Randy while she gave Phoebe some pieces of chicken, goldfish crackers, and a couple of apple slices cut up into little pieces.  And like Phoebe, we also had some goldfish crackers and apple slices only our apple slices were whole and not cut up.

While I ate my lunch, Randy looked at me with a smirk on his face.  He tapped me on the Pull-Up and grinned.  “Do you have to go potty, Macy?”

I finished eating another apple slice.  “Nuh-uh!”

Randy then grinned.  “You don’t want Minnie’s piano to fade…Pull-Up girl!”

Jake elbowed Randy.  “Stop.  You are so mean to Macy.  Can you be nice for once?”

I smiled at Jake.  “Yeah!” I shouted.  “Why can’t you be nice like Jake?”

My mommy, who was nearby, nodded.   She gave Randy a stern look.  “Stop teasing Macy or you’re going to get a timeout.  Finish your lunch.”

As I was drinking my grape juice, I immediately felt the sensation to pee, so my Pull-Up began to warm up.

Randy, who saw this, smiled.  “Oh no! Minnie’s piano is fading!  Time for mommy to get you another Pull-Up!”

My mommy grabbed the collar of Randy’s shirt and glared at him.  “This is your last warning.  If you tease Macy one more time, you are going to get a time out.”  She then glanced down at my Pull-Up and then looked back at Randy.  “I will change her into a new one after lunch.”

Randy nodded and sighed.  “Okay okay!”  My meanie brother went back to eating his lunch.

After lunch, both Randy and Jake continued playing on the Nintendo Switch in the living room while my mommy got me into a new Pull-Up for my nap.  I climbed into my bed and my mommy tucked me in.

“Have a nice nap, Macy dear.” My mommy told me.  “We’ll work on more potty training after your nap, okay?”

I nodded as she was leaving my room.  She then closed the door.

As I was beginning to fall asleep in my bed, I could hear the sound of a bowel movement, followed by very loud farts.  I smiled as I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of my door being opened.  It was my mommy.  She walked up to me and began sniffing the air.  “Macy,” she sighed.  “You pooped in your Pull-Up.  Let’s clean you up.”

Mommy led me to the bathroom and she peeled off both sides of the Pull-Up.  It was soggy, wet, and poopy.  She carefully grabbed it and put it in a garbage bag.

After that, mommy took off my shirt and turned the shower on.  She guided the shower head around me, spraying off all the messy areas below my waist.  She then used liquid soap to clean off the rest of me. When she was finished, she turned off the shower and wrapped me in a fresh towel and took me back to my room.

Once in my room, she put a new Pull-Up on me.  She let me play in my room but told me that she would be back in a half-hour for me to use the potty.

I nodded as she left my room.  After she left, I exited my room and walked down the hallway.  I then entered Phoebe’s room.  She was downstairs with mommy, so she wasn’t taking a nap (both me and Phoebe share the same nap schedule).  I glanced at the crib and smiled.  This was something that I have been doing for the past couple of months.  Ever since I glanced at Cecilia’s crib during my sleepover at Christie’s, I couldn’t stop staring at cribs for some reason.  I saw that the railing was down, so I climbed into her crib and laid there for a few seconds.  After I did this, I got back out and left the room.

I returned to my toys, and I played for a little while.  I was stopped by mommy, who had me go to the bathroom again.  I only had to pee a little bit, but I was still unable to pee in the potty.  But the moment I put my Pull-Up back on, I could feel the trickle of pee go into the Pull-Up.  It was a little trickle so it wasn’t enough to make Minnie Mouse’s xylophone disappear.

After every trip to the potty, mommy gave me a small glass of water to drink.  I drank the water and went right back to playing with my toys.

Dinner came and I still had no luck in using the potty.  As for the Pull-Up’s, however, I managed to pee through another three of them.  Also, my mommy kept increasing the number of M&M’s that I could get every time that I couldn’t go.  I wanted those M&M’s so badly, but I just couldn’t pee in the potty.

We had hot dog pieces, goldfish crackers, and corn for dinner, with one chocolate chip cookie for dessert.  Mommy gave me an especially large cup of milk tonight since she wanted me to use the potty before bed.

But this never happened.  While I really had to pee on the potty, nothing came out.  But when I put my Pull-Up back on, I could immediately fill it with pee.  I watched as Minnie’s xylophone faded away.

With it being bedtime, my day of potty training came to an end.  I was very happy now since my mommy was going to put another diaper on me.

With my mommy getting me ready for bed, I was freshly showered and laying on the changing table, on a freshly powdered Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper.  Oh, how I missed these!

My mommy folded the diaper between my legs and fastened both tapes into the landing zone.

Once she helped me brush my teeth, she guided me into my room and zipped me into my favorite footed blanket sleeper.  My Minnie Mouse one with the protective flap button that snapped at the collar.

My mommy tucked me in, read me a bedtime story, and kissed me good night.  “We’ll work on potty training tomorrow, honey.  Good night, Macy.”

I smiled.  “Good night, mommy.”

Mommy left my room and closed the door.

As I laid in my bed, my butt still hurt a little bit from this morning.  I was using the potty like she told me. I just couldn’t pee in it now for some reason.  Does my body hate the potty now?  Maybe it doesn’t want me to use it anymore and it wants me to use my Pull-Up instead.  I can use Pull-Ups no problem, but I think that I forgot how to use the potty.  With this only being day one of being re-potty trained, this was going to be a very long summer.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 11: I Can't Potty

Well, it’s been a month now since my mommy started to try and re-potty train me and I still can’t use the potty.  Whenever I got onto my Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat, all of the muscles in my bladder clench up and I can’t go.  Having spent four months in diapers, it was like my body just didn’t want to use the toilet anymore.  I was always nervous whenever I sat on the potty now.  Was it because of the yucky potty?  My mommy has been getting very frustrated with me as I have sat on the potty with a full bladder several times now and I still couldn’t go.

So over the past month, I just peed my Pull-Ups whenever I had to go potty.  On the times that I was on the potty in the bathroom, I just couldn’t pee on the potty anymore. For most of the Pull-Ups that I peed with a full bladder, I made a leaky mess.  I have gotten pee all over my car seat, all over the carpeting, and all over the couch all because I couldn’t use the potty to go potty anymore.  Why can’t my mommy just let me have my diapers back?  I think that my body would like that too.  But whether it was diapers or Pull-Ups, I could fill either without any effort.

My mommy has given up on rewarding me with M&M’s, as I have not been able to use the potty a single time in the month that I have been trying.  I have also not been able to wear a dress for a month since I could only wear a t-shirt and Pull-Up around the house.  If we were going some place in public, I still couldn’t have a dress as my mommy would dress me in my elastic waistband jeans instead.  But whenever I crouched with my jeans on, the Pull-Up would stick out.  I didn’t mind, as my mommy was making me wear Pull-Ups.  If I had my choice, I would choose to be in diapers once again.

The other thing that has happened over the past month is all the messes that I have made in my Pull-Ups.  I always make sure that I mess my Pull-Up whenever it was time to use the potty, so I haven’t been able to poop in the potty either.  I was just so used to pooping my diaper that I gave no thought of it when my mommy switched me to Pull-Ups.  At this point, I feel like my mommy is fighting a losing battle.  My body hates the yucky potty, and it wants diapers again.  It only gets them every night so it’s not fair.

That day, it was right after dinner, and I was in the living room watching my brothers play the Nintendo Switch again.  I glanced at Phoebe, who was now running around the living room.  I was still in nothing but a t-shirt and a Pull-Up, so I got on the couch and watched intently as my brothers were playing some racing game.

As I stared intently at the screen, I could hear the sound of pee spreading around me on the couch.

Jake looked back at me and gasped.  “Mom!  Macy just leaked through another Pull-Up!”

My mommy came running and gasped.  “Another one?  Not again!”

My mommy picked me up and put me in the bathroom shower upstairs.  A little while later, she got me out of the leaky Pull-Up and got me all clean.

After that, she put me in a new Pull-Up in my room.  At this point, that was the last attempt for the day, as she would be putting me in a diaper soon for bedtime.

That night, I happily laid in another diaper.  Even with it being summertime now, I have not had any sleepovers with my friends since March, when I had that one sleepover with Christie.  Back then, I was still wearing my diapers all the time.  Why can’t mommy just let me wear my diapers again?  After all, I am now using more Pull-Ups than diapers every day, since Pull-Ups are a lot easier to leak.  But with all the boxes of Pull-Ups that my mommy bought for me, there just doesn’t seem to be any end in sight.  I also didn’t like how I felt in a soggy Pull-Up.  Now granted I would feel just as soggy in a diaper that I just leaked.  But I usually feel dry for a while before I feel wet.  With Pull-Ups, I feel wet all the time.  My mommy has also been using a lot of rash cream on me since I have been wet more often from sleeping in a wet Pull-Up during my naps.

During the next day, my mommy decided to take me to the park with Jake, Randy, and Phoebe while daddy was working.  Since she did this, I couldn’t go to the park in just a Pull-Up, so she had me put on my blue elastic waist jean shorts with a small pink heart sewn on each of the two back pockets, and two more pink hearts by each of the front pockets.

Since I loved the swings, I got onto a swing and started swinging.  My mommy pushed me, and I went really high.  Phoebe was in a bucket swing seat, since she was too young for the swing that I was on.  My mommy went over to where Phoebe was and gave her soft pushes, which didn’t make her go very high.

Both Jake and Randy were having a contest to see who could swing the highest.  So far, Jake, who was in the swing next to me, was winning.  I too was swinging very high, but not as high as Jake.

But as I was pumping my legs a few more times to swing higher, I immediately felt the urge to pee and then saw my jean shorts getting warm.  I then saw a wet patch form on my jeans before seeing drops of pee flying back and forth depending on where I was swinging.

When my mommy came back to check on me, she gasped.  “Macy, you leaked your Pull-Up and peed your pants.”  She then glanced at my two brothers and younger sister.  “We need to go home.  Macy had an accident in her Pull-Up.”

Randy jumped off the swing and sighed.  “Aw mom!”  He then ran up to me and sneered.  “Aw, did baby Macy pee her Pull-Up and her pants?”

“Randy, that will be enough!” My mommy shouted.

It didn’t take too long for us to all get off the swings.  My mommy took some sanitizer and sprayed the swing set that I was on that had pee all over it.  She then wiped the seat off with a few pieces of tissue.

Since we didn’t live too far from the park, we all walked home, with my meanie brother Randy giving me a mean face the whole way home.  Jake however, gave me a hug and kept telling me that it will be alright.

Well, since I was still in Pull-Ups, I knew that it wasn’t going to be alright.  As long as I was wearing my Pull-Ups, accidents were almost guaranteed if I had enough to drink.  And as I walked home in those wet jean shorts, I just wished, hoped, and prayed that I could be back in my diapers soon since my body just couldn’t use the potty anymore.  If only I had my diapers back.

I sighed again.  If only…

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 12: More Leaky Pull-Ups

I sat on the blanket in the park and watched the fireworks go off in the sky.  My two older brothers Jake and Randy were sitting on separate blankets watching the fireworks with me.  Phoebe was back at home already in her crib since she was too young to see the fireworks.

Both my mommy and my daddy were standing up, watching the fireworks with us.  My mommy had a video baby monitor in her hand to watch Phoebe in case she wakes up or starts crying.

With it being the Fourth of July, it was now the first year that I could watch the fireworks, as I was too young to watch them last year.  It was already past my bedtime, which was why I was already diapered and in my pajamas.  I was sitting in a light pink Gerber footed sleeper with fuchsia hearts, fuchsia sleeve cuffs, and a fuchsia collar.  It also had a protective snap button flap on the collar to protect my neck and chin from the zipper.  As much as I liked my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper, my mommy told me that I would be too hot in that, and that the sleeper that I’m in could be worn in the summertime.

It was good that I was in my diapers for the night, since I already could feel my Pampers Swaddlers Overnights getting warm as I sat there and watched a more colorful fireworks appear right above me in the sky.

It has now been a little more than a week since I peed my pants on the playground.  In fact, this was the same park where it happened.

My mommy brought a red wagon for me to sit in for when she took me home.  She wouldn’t have to take me back as my nice brother Jake has already volunteered to do this.

My mommy glanced down at me and smiled.  “Enjoying the fireworks, honey?”

I nodded.  “Yeah!  They’re bright and pretty!”

My mommy then glanced at me and my brothers.  “When the fireworks are over, it’s bedtime.”

I nodded as I began to feel a yawn enter my mouth.  I let it out as my eyes began to squint.

But before I could fall asleep, I saw a lot of fireworks appear in the sky.  They were appearing very fast all at once.

“It’s the finale!” My daddy shouted.

“What’s a finale?” I asked.

My daddy smiled.  “A finale is when it’s the last thing.  So, bedtime after the fireworks will be the finale for this day.”

I nodded as I watched the last of the many fast fireworks that appeared in the sky.  If this is a finale, I really liked it.

But one finale I would like even more is a finale for my Pull-Ups.  For the last few days, I have leaked just about every Pull-Up that I have worn.  My mommy keeps getting upset as she keeps saying that it’s getting expensive to keep me in Pull-Ups.

After the fireworks, my mommy and daddy took us all home.  As promised, Jake pulled me in the red wagon while I laid inside it with the blanket that my mommy had me sit on during the fireworks.  The blanket sat under me, so the wagon was comfy.

Once my mommy tucked me in back at home, I began thinking about the Pull-Up finale again.  When will there be one?  My birthday is in just a few days, and I would not want to spend my birthday wearing a Pull-Up.  That would mean a guaranteed accident when I’m sitting down and opening my presents.  Or when I’m sitting at the kitchen table for cake and ice cream.  Will my mommy really make me wear Pull-Ups on my birthday?  I wished that this Pull-Up finale would come very soon.

A few days passed.  It was now one day before my birthday.  I was still wearing Pull-Ups and my mommy was still trying to get me to use the potty.

After breakfast that morning, my mommy took me upstairs to get me into a new Pull-Up.  As she was pushing the new Pull-Up up my legs, she sighed.

“Macy,” my mommy sighed.  “This potty training is starting to get very expensive.  I am going through way more Pull-Ups for you than back when I had you in diapers.  And I’m getting tired of all the accidents that I have to clean up every day.  Plus, you have not been able to use the potty once in the month and a half that I have been potty training you.  Now we visited the pediatrician already and she told me that you have a shy bladder.  You seem to pee and poop those Pull-Ups fine, but your bladder can’t release on a toilet.  Now, she recommends to me that I just put you back into diapers again, so this is what I’m going to do.  You have one more day to use the potty.  If you don’t, then you are going back into diapers tomorrow.  I know that you have tried to use the potty every time, but it’s not working.  In the four months that you have been in diapers before school got out, you have developed a shy bladder, and you can’t go on any toilet anymore.  So, this is your last chance, honey.  Your last chance to use the potty like a big girl.”

I nodded but was overjoyed in my mind.  I only had one more day to wear these stupid Pull-Ups.  After that, I would be back in diapers once again.  Hopefully for good this time, as I never want to wear another Pull-Up again.  “Okay mommy.” I told her.  I then smiled.  “Does this mean that I can wear diapers on my birthday?”

My mommy nodded.  “If you use the potty today, then you’re going to wear Pull-Ups tomorrow.  But if you can’t use the potty like all the other days, then yes.  You are going to wear diapers on your birthday tomorrow.”

Knowing this, I smiled as I began my playtime, playing with my dollhouse.  With the baby doll, I pretended that it was wearing Pull-Ups like me and having the same problems that I was having.

And for the rest of the day, I still could not use the potty.  I had a shy bladder like my mommy said, and it would not release for the toilet.  It did, however, release quite easily into my Pull-Up.  For that entire day, I peed through ten more Pull-Ups.  Three of those ten were also poopy.

That night, my mommy took off what I hoped would be the last Pull-Up that I would ever be wearing.  I showered with her, got my teeth brushed, and she got me into my nighttime diaper on the changing table in Phoebe’s room.  This was it.  I was now back in diapers again.  And this time, I hoped that I would be back in diapers for good.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 13: My Diapered Birthday

My mommy woke me up and I smiled.

“Happy birthday, Macy!” my mommy shouted.  “My little girl is now five years old today!”

I smiled and expected mommy to put on another yucky Pull-Up.  At this point, I was so used to my mommy putting Pull-Ups on me that I completely forgot that my mommy has put me back into diapers again.  So instead of my mommy unzipping my footed sleeper and removing my diaper in my room, she picked me up and took me into Phoebe’s room.

Once in Phoebe’s room, she laid me on the changing table and that’s when I saw it.  Mommy still had one of my open sacks of Size 4 Pampers Cruisers that she took away from me when she began re-potty training me.  When I saw the diapers, I gasped.  “So, I’m wearing diapers again, mommy?” I asked her with a smile.

My mommy nodded.  “Macy dear, you were not able to use the potty yesterday, so you’re going back into diapers.  That is unless you want to wear a Pull-Up today…”

“No!” I shouted.  “I want diapers!”

My mommy nodded, as she unzipped my footed sleeper and removed my soggy Size 4 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper.  “Also honey, trying to potty train you has gotten really expensive.  You are going through way more Pull-Ups than diapers.  Surprisingly, it’s going to be just a little cheaper to keep you in diapers.”  My mommy wiped me and treated a couple of rashes with the cream.  She then powdered me and put a new diaper on me.  This was going to be great.  I missed wearing diapers during the day.  I missed feeling dry more often and only needing a new diaper after my mommy checks me when my diaper is wet. And even now, after my mommy has just put the new diaper on me, I am feeling just the slightest trickle of pee beginning to fill my diaper.  I feel like this has to do with me wearing Pull-Ups so often.  I now know when I feel wet.  Even after the slightest wetting.  But that wetness quickly faded away as the moisture was wicked away from my skin and right into the diaper.

For my birthday, my mommy put me into a new pink dress that I have never seen before.   It had white flowers on it and a big pink poofy bow by the waist where the folds of the dress began to fan downward.

“It’s a 2-3T,” my mommy told me.  “You’re quite the little peanut.  Just like your mommy was.”

I gasped.  “You were a peanut, mommy?”

My mommy nodded with a laugh.  “Macy, that’s just an expression.  It just means that your mommy was very small just like you.   When mommy was five like you, honey, I could fit into toddler dresses too.  About a 2-3T just like that…”  Instead of putting on my clothes like I normally do, my mommy dressed me in my dress today since it was my birthday.

Now in my dress, my mommy picked me up and sat me on the floor, feet first.  I ran out the door but was stopped by my mommy.

“Macy, you need to walk, don’t run.” My mommy said sternly.

I walked downstairs to find both my brothers watching cartoons with my younger sister Phoebe, who was sucking on her pacifier and watching with them.

Randy glanced at me and smiled.  “Happy Birthday, Macy!”

I smiled back.  This was rather strange for Randy to be so nice to me.  “Thank you!” I shouted.

Jake glanced up from watching cartoons and smiled.  “Happy birthday, Macy!  You look great in your cute new dress!”

I curtsied and nodded.  “Thank you, Jake!”

Randy then glanced down under my dress.  “Is Minnie Mouse’s xylophone still there?”

I shook my head and showed Randy my diaper.  “No!  I’m not wearing Pull-Ups anymore!  I’m wearing a diaper and mines got sheeps and hearts on it.  See?”

Randy smirked.  “So, you’re a baby again, huh?”

Jake jabbed Randy in the arm.  “Stop it!  It’s Macy’s birthday!  Cut it out!”

Randy sighed.  “Fine.  Sorry Macy.  Still, I don’t know why you’re wearing a diaper again…”

“It’s because Macy can’t go potty in the toilet,” My mommy said from behind Randy.  “Her bladder has become shy, and she can only pee in a diaper now.  I haven’t figured it out yet, but for now, Macy’s going to be in diapers for a little while.”

I smiled and sat down and watched cartoons with my brothers and baby sister for a little while.

After that, my mommy made us all a nice breakfast.  I had three little pancakes with strawberries, sausage patties, and apple juice and enjoyed it with Randy, Jake, and Phoebe, who had her portions cut into tiny pieces since she was only 18 months now.

After the yummy breakfast, mommy let us all watch more cartoons.  I sat down on my favorite spot on the couch.  I gasped as I began to feel my diaper become very warm and full of pee.  But when I realized that it wasn’t a Pull-Up, I smiled.  I felt wet, but it was only for a few seconds as the pee began to be wicked right into my diaper.  I was now sitting on what was becoming a soggy diaper.  One that began to feel squishy between my legs.

After some more cartoons, my mommy checked my diaper and took me upstairs to get me changed.  She changed me into a new Size 4 Pampers Cruisers diaper, only this one had colorful faces, rainclouds, squiggles, rings, and raindrops on it.  After the new diaper was on, my mommy pulled my dress back down and sat me on the floor.  I almost ran, but walked because mommy didn’t want me to run.

For lunch, my mommy just gave us all peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, goldfish crackers, and a couple of apple slices cut up into little pieces.  She was going to make something special for my birthday dinner, so lunch wasn’t anything too big.

After lunch, I felt very tired, so my mommy put me down for a nap.  Since she just changed me, the diaper that I was wearing was fine and it wouldn’t leak during my nap.  My mommy laid me in my bed, and I smiled.

Phoebe was also napping at this time, so we both got a good nap in at this time.

After the nap, my mommy got me up and she changed me into a new diaper.  This one was a little different and had colorful squiggles, rings, and raindrops, but no faces this time.

Right after my mommy changed my diaper, I heard the doorbell ring.  I walked downstairs with mommy and gasped.  Daddy was at the door with Christie, Christie’s mommy, Susie, Susie’s mommy, Cassie, Cassie’s mommy, Trixie, and Trixie’s mommy.  All of the mommys began talking to each other while I ran over to my friends.

Christie glanced at me and smiled.  “So, how’s the potty training?” she asked me.  “My mommy told me how your mommy was going to try to potty train you during the summer.”

I nodded.  I can’t use the potty.  I tried with my mommy for days and days and days.  I sit on the potty, and nothing comes out.”

Cassie laughed.  “Did you actually have to go potty?  It only works when you have to go potty.”

I nodded.  “I had to go potty really bad, and nothing came out.  I could only go in my Pull-Ups.”

Susie sighed.  “But you’re supposed to use the potty!”

Christie sighed.  “Didn’t you hear Macy?  She tried!”  Christie then looked at me.  “So, you tried and tried and you couldn’t go?”

I nodded.  “I couldn’t go potty!  My mommy says that my bladder is shy.”

Trixie glanced at me.  “So, are you still wearing Pull-Ups?”

I shook my head and showed my friends my diaper.  “No.  I’m back in diapers again.  It’s actually pretty nice.”

Cassie gasped.  “Nice?  So, it’s nice to go potty and sit in an icky diapey?”

I smiled.  “I sit in my wet diapeys all the time!”

“Yuck!” Christie shouted.

But then I pouted.  “Why do you think it’s yucky?  It doesn’t bother me.  Pottys are yucky!  I like my diapers better!  We should all wear diapers together and play and not have to worry about getting up to use the potty.  Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Christie shook her head.  “It doesn’t take too long to go.  I like my big girl underwears better!”

After I played with my friends in my room for a little bit with my doll house, it was time to go outside and have the birthday party.

I saw all of my gifts had My Little Pony wrapping paper on them, with a My Little Pony cake.  I loved My Little Pony, and I couldn’t wait to see what was inside of all of the gifts.

But dinner was first.  We had pizza, which was cut into small slivers since there were so many of my friends there.  After we ate all the pizza along with the grape juice, dinner was over and it was time for the gifts.

I spent a while opening all of my gifts.  A few of them were My Little Pony stuffed animals, so all of my friends could play My Little Pony outside after cake and ice cream.  The next gift was a pink jeep that I could ride in.  It had a horn, a radio, and pedals with a steering wheel so I could drive the Jeep around the yard.  Other gifts that I opened up included a small makeup kit, a tea party set, a couple more dresses, a coloring book, and some crayons.  There were a few other gifts as well, but there were so many that I wasn’t able to play with them all.

Once my mommy and daddy showed me how to drive my Jeep, I gave each of my friends one ride as we held my My Little Pony stuffed animals.  I held Pinkie Pie while Christie held Rainbow Dash.

Our playtime was cut short when it was time to have cake.  My daddy lit the five candles on my My Little Pony cake, and everyone sang “Happy Birthday”:

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Macy, happy birthday to you!

“And many more!” My mommy shouted.  “Come on, Macy!  Make a wish and blow out the candles!”

“I wish—” I shouted.

My mommy shook her head.  “Macy, if you say your wish out loud, it won’t come true!”

I gasped and kept my wish a secret as my mommy warned me.  I wished that I could just keep wearing diapers forever.  I blew out all five candles.

After that, cake was served to everyone.  It was a vanilla cake with vanilla frosting.  Served with the cake was vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream.  Mommy called it nee-ah-paw-ah-tan.  I don’t know what that means, but the ice cream was pretty good with the cake.

After the cake and ice cream, it was time for everyone to go.  I said goodbye to my friends, and they all left.

After the birthday, my mommy had Jake and Randy get ready for bed while she got Phoebe and me ready for bed.  After she got Phoebe in her crib, she got me ready for bed.  She showered with me and then brushed my teeth.  After that, she put me in a Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper.  She zipped me into a new footed sleeper that I got for my birthday.

Mommy then tucked me in my bed, told me a special bedtime story from a My Little Pony book that I got for my birthday, and kissed me good night.

I smiled as I laid in my bed.  Not only was it my fifth birthday, but my first full day back in diapers.  While I enjoyed playing with my friends, I hoped to play with them some more very soon.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 14: Summer Sleepover at Christie’s

I was very excited.  Christie’s mommy called my mommy and thought that it was a good idea for all of the girls to have another sleepover.  But this time, we would be staying for the entire weekend!  And because the sleepover was longer, my mommy had a larger bag packed for me, since my overnight things wouldn’t fit in the smaller backpack.  For my clothes, my mommy packed four summer dresses, two elastic jean shorts, two t-shirts, two footed sleepers that didn’t have Minnie Mouse on it, four pairs of socks, a pair of Croc’s, my Frozen toothbrush, my toothpaste, a small first aid kit, and 12 diapers.  Eight of them were daytime diapers and four of them were nighttime diapers.  She also packed a swimsuit and a pair of flipflops, since Christie’s mommy said that she would take us all to a swimming pool tomorrow.

For my two T-shirts, one of them was lavender with smiling daisies on it.  The other one was light pink, and it said “Hello Summer” with different fruits, flowers, rainbows, and a butterfly on it.

I was happily standing inside Christie’s house, wearing a pink and white striped shirt with a pair of pink cotton/polyester ruffle shorts with a tied drawstring bow at the center of the waist instead of buttons.  And despite being in the right size, the back of my diaper stuck out of the back of my shorts.  I was used to this, as I have worn shorts a few times since my birthday a few days ago and even back when I was re-potty training in Pull-Ups.

My mommy nodded and pointed to the large stack of diapers inside of my bag for the weekend.  “I’m hoping that 12 diapers are going to be enough for her this weekend.”

Christie’s mommy gasped.  “Were you not able to potty train Macy?”

My mommy shook her head.   “Not at all.  Macy has a very shy bladder and cannot pee on the toilet.  She has no problem with peeing in Pull-Ups, though.  But with Pull-Ups being so expensive, I had to put her back in diapers again.  You don’t have a problem with changing her again, do you?”

Christie’s mommy shook her head.  “Not at all!  Cecilia’s 22 months old now, and she’s still in diapers.  She’s almost ready for potty training, though.  I have also used to run a daycare, so I have no problem with changing Macy again this weekend.”

My mommy nodded and glanced at my diapers again.  “Is 12 going to be enough?  I should have packed more!”

Christie’s mommy laughed.  “It’s okay, Mrs. Robbins.  If Macy runs out of daytime diapers, I’ll just put her in Cecilia’s Luvs.  Macy is still a Size 4, right?”

“Yes.  Macy still fits in Size 4’s perfectly.”

Christie’s mommy glanced at me.  “And Macy looks to be the same size as Cecilia.  Are you sure that she’s five years old?”

My mommy nodded with a laugh.  “Good one.  If you see how short I am compared to you, you can see where Macy gets it.”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “You are pretty short!  I’m about 5 foot 4.  How tall are you?”

“4 foot 9.” My mommy told her.  “Just about 4 foot 10.  You’re towering over me!  My Macy’s going to be just like mommy when she reaches her full height.”

Christie’s mommy glanced at my bag and nodded.  “Well, all the other girls are dropped off, Mrs. Robbins.  Macy is going to have a lot of fun this weekend.  There are games, movies, and a lot of fun activities planned for them.”

My mommy glanced at me and smiled.  “Well, mommy is going to take off.  Have a nice weekend, Macy!”  My mommy gave me a hug.  “Bye Mrs. Higgins!  Call me and keep me updated!”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “Just look at the group text.  Bye Mrs. Robbins!”

My mommy left the house and I glanced at Christie’s mommy.  “Where are my friends?”

“They’re upstairs,” Christie’s mommy told me.  “Do you need a new diaper, Macy?”

Christie’s mommy checked my diaper to see that the wetness indicator was still yellow.

“My mommy just changed me before I got here.” I told her.

She nodded and grinned.  “Well, I’m going to take you upstairs to the other girls and check Cece’s diaper while I’m at it.  You know where to go.  This way, Macy…”

I followed Christie’s mommy upstairs and down the hallway to the playroom, where Christie, Susie, Cassie, and Trixie were all playing with Cecilia trying to join in.

“I pay!” Cecilia shouted.  “I pay!”

Christie’s mommy nodded and glanced under Cecilia’s dress to check her diaper.  “Aw! Cece wants to join in on the fun!  Just a moment, Cece.  You’re blue.  You need a new diaper, honey.  How about you play with them after?  Up we go!” Christie’s mommy picked up Cecilia, who was smiling as she was being picked up.

“I pee pee.” Cecilia said.  “I pee pee.”

“Yes honey.  It looks like you peed a lot.  Let’s get you into a fresh Luvs, okay?”

“Okay!” Cecilia shouted.

While Christie’s mommy left with Cecilia, I glanced at my friends.  Both Christie and Susie were playing with the dollhouse while Cassie and Trixie were just watching.  I glanced at Cassie.  “How come you’re not playing?”

Cassie frowned.  “I wanna play a different game!”

I then glanced at Trixie.  “How about you?”

Trixie remained silent.  When I looked at her, she just pouted.

I glanced back at Christie.  “How come Trixie is not saying anything?”

Christie and the other girls exchanged glances.  Christie frowned and then whispered in my ear.  “We can’t tell you.  Trixie doesn’t want us to!”

“Trixie doesn’t want you to know!” Cassie told me.  “She’s sad and doesn’t wanna talk.”

I frowned.  What could possibly be Trixie’s problem?  Does she have to wear Ninjamas again tonight?  Is her mommy making her wear diapers to bed?  I glanced at Trixie and tried to cheer her up.  “Hey Trixie!” I shouted.  “Why aren’t you happy?”

But when Trixie saw my happy face, she looked away from me and pouted again.  I wish I knew what was making Trixie so sad.  Did she get an owwie?  ‘Cause if she did, I can kiss it and make it feel better!  Like daddy, I wanna make people feel better.  That gives me an idea!  I wanna play doctor during the sleepover!  Trixie can be the person not feeling well.  Daddy calls this the pay-tent.  Trixie can be one of our pay-tents!  There also needs to be someone that can watch Trixie and take care of her.  Daddy calls this the nurse.  Cassie can be the nurse!  I can be the doctor.  I wonder if my friends will want to play doctor?

I glanced at Christie and smiled.  “Can we play doctor?  I can be doctor.  Cassie can be the nurse, and Trixie can be the pay-tent!”

“Yeah!” Christie shouted.  “Let’s play!  Mommy got me a doctor kit for Christmas last year so we can use that!  What can I be?”

Susie frowned.  “And what about me?  What can I be?”

“Christie, you can be another pay-tent and Susie can be another nurse to help take care of Trixie!”

I glanced around the playroom.  “Trixie needs to sit in the room and wait. Daddy always tells me that there’s a room where we have to wait before the doctor sees them.  It’s usually a very long time so let’s have Trixie sit down and wait!”

Trixie looked like she was still pouting so I looked at her and pointed to the couch.  “Come on!  You need to wait before I can see you!”

“Leave me alone!” Trixie shouted.  “I don’t wanna play.”

I frowned.  “All you’re going to do is sit on the couch and wait.  Can you sit and wait?”

Trixie sighed and sat on the couch.  “Okay.  I’m sitting and waiting.”

“How long should she wait?” Christie told me.  “ ‘Cause I gots a big owwie and I don’t wanna wait too long!”

I glanced at the clock.  “I will see Trixie when that big hand is on the 12.”  That’s usually what my preschool teacher said to us, so I decided to tell Christie that.

While Trixie sat and waited in the waiting room, I decided to play dollhouse with Susie and Cassie.

Cassie then frowned.  “Don’t we have to get ready to take care of Trixie?”

I nodded.  “That’s right.  And I need to figure out what owwies she has ‘cause I’m the doctor.”

When the big hand reached the 12, Cassie was about to walk over and take Trixie to the doctor’s room when Christie’s mommy entered and looked at Trixie.  She glanced underneath Trixie’s Hello Kitty dress and gasped.

“Trixie honey, you’re wet.” Christie’s mommy told her.  “Time to change you into a new diaper.”

I gasped.  Is this why Trixie was so sad?  Trixie needs to wear diapers all day like me?  That can’t be too sad, as I’m very happy with wearing diapers.  Why isn’t Trixie happy?

This made Trixie begin to cry.  “I’m a baby!” she shouted.  “I want my underwears!”

Christie’s mommy sighed.  “Trixie, your mommy already told me.  You can’t wear underwear right now because you keep having accidents.  Now, let’s get you into a new diaper, okay?  It won’t be too long.  Plus, you can have a freshly baked cookie.  You and all the other girls, okay?  Now, let’s get you out of that soggy diaper…”

Trixie sulked with her face staring at the floor as she followed Christie’s mommy out of the room to get her diaper changed.

Christie then looked at me and frowned.  “She didn’t want you to know.”

Cassie nodded.  “We came over here early and her mommy forgot to change her into a new diaper.  We all found out, but she didn’t want you to find out.”

I nodded.  “But I like diapers!  Why doesn’t she like them?”

Susie sighed.  “Trixie wants to be a big girl.  I don’t know why you don’t want to be one but we all gots our big girl underwears on except you and Trixie…”

“And Cece!” Christie shouted.  “Don’t forget my sister!”

Susie nodded, and then began doing the potty dance.  “I’ll be right back.  I gotta go potty!”

Susie ran out of the room to go and use the potty.

A little while later, Trixie walked back into the room with Christie’s mommy.  She was holding a chocolate chip cookie over a plate, which was already half eaten.  I could still see a few tears on Trixie’s face.

And from where I was standing, I could clearly see a little bit of the diaper that was underneath Trixie’s dress.  I just could not understand it.  Why does Trixie not like diapers?  Why would she like the icky and yucky potty better?  The potty is yucky and gross.  I love my diapers so why wouldn’t Trixie love them?  It didn’t matter that I was five years old now.  I still loved my diapers.  I am a big girl, but I still wear diapers.  Maybe Trixie will feel better if she knows that?

Christie’s mommy glanced at all of us as Susie was walking back into the room.  “I’m going to get you girls cookies and milk to wash it all down.  And would you like to play a game after that?  How about Candy Land?  Well, Trixie doesn’t have to play if she doesn’t want to, but she can watch.

I glanced at Trixie and smiled.  “You don’t have to feel sad about wearing diapers.” I told her.

Trixie shook her head.  “But I’m a baby!  Diapers are for BABIES…”

I shook my head and showed Trixie the diaper that was peeking out of the back of my shorts.  “No, they’re not!” I shouted.  “I’m a big girl and I wear diapers!  They’re good ‘cause you can play fun games and not have to get up to use the potty…”

Trixie shook her head.  “You’re a baby too.  We’re both babies ‘cause we wear diapers.”  Now finished with her cookie, she crouched down and sulked.

But I wasn’t going to let Trixie stay sad.  “I can’t use the potty!” I told her.  “Mommy tried to make me use the potty again, but I can’t use it.”

This made Trixie cry.  “I can’t use the potty either!  Mommy tried to make me use the potty again.  I tried and tried but I can’t pee on the potty anymore!”

I nodded.  “You has a shy bladder like me.  Shy bladders can’t pee in pottys so just keep peeing in your diaper!”

Trixie sighed.  “But I wanna pee in the potty!  I can’t!  I just wanna pee in it again…”

I nodded.  “I tried to pee in the potty for a long time.  After we were done with preschool, I tried to use the potty.  On my birthday, mommy put me back in diapers again.  Maybe your bladder won’t be shy anymore someday?”

Christie nodded.  “Yeah!  Maybe when you grow up, your bladder won’t be shy!”

Trixie sighed.  “Okay.  I just don’t wanna be a baby.”

I nodded.  “Babies can’t talk.  And you can talk.  So, you’re a big girl.  You’re not a baby!”

Trixie nodded.  “Okay.  I just don’t like diapers.”

Christie’s mommy came with four plates with a chocolate chip cookie on each plate.  We all ate our chocolate chip cookies.  Downstairs, she had five glasses of milk poured for us.  We drank the milk and sat down the empty cups.

After I finished my milk, Christie’s mommy checked my diaper.  “Macy dear, you’re wet.  Time to change your diaper.”

I walked upstairs with Christie’s mommy and entered Cecilia’s room with her.  She laid me on the changing table, and I saw a stack of bigger diapers to the right of my stack.  They were Pampers Cruiser’s, but they were Size 6’s, instead of Size 4’s.  I am guessing that those were Trixie’s diapers.

As Christie’s mommy changed me, she gave me a smile.

“Macy honey, you need to encourage Trixie.” Christie’s mommy told me.  “She really hates wearing diapers right now, but for the time being, she needs to wear them.  I tried to tell her that she needs them, but she kept arguing with me.  Can you try to tell her, honey?  She might accept them more if a good friend tells her…”

A good friend.  I nodded.  “Yes, Christie’s mommy!” I shouted.  “I will tell Trixie that she needs diapers.”

Christie’s mommy nodded.  “You can call me Mrs. Higgins dear.  But tell Trixie that the diapers are her protection.  Without them, she would be having accidents.”

I nodded.  “I will tell Trixie that she needs diapers to protect her!”

Mrs. Higgins finished fastening the fresh diaper around my waist and pulled my pink ruffle shorts back up.  I tried to get myself off of the changing table, but it was way too high, so Mrs. Higgins lifted me up by the waist and sat me down on my feet.

I followed Mrs. Higgins back into the playroom and glanced at Trixie.  I now had a mission.  A very important mission.  Trixie needed her diapers and as her friend, I had to tell her. 

I had to tell Trixie that pottys are yucky. Well, in this case, accidents are yucky.  And with the diaper protecting Trixie from an accident, diapers are better.  I just hoped that Trixie would understand and begin to enjoy wearing diapers like I do.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 15: My Diapered Mission

I glanced at Trixie, who was still sitting with her arms crossed.  She was not looking at any of my friends, so I tried to walk around to look at her.  She still had a pouty face.

I then sat next to Trixie and tried to cheer her up with a grin.  I was determined to help Trixie in whatever way that I can.  Why didn’t she like to wear diapers?  At least it was helping her to not have accidents now.  I gave her another smile and then quietly spoke into her ear.  “Can you please smile?” I asked her.  “I know that you don’t like to wear diapers but isn’t it better than having yucky accidents?”

Trixie nodded.  “But you like diapers.  I don’t ‘cause they’re for babies.  I don’t wanna have accidents at all.”

I then began thinking about things that Trixie liked.  One thing that I remembered was Hello Kitty.  “I know that you like Hello Kitty,” I told her.

This made Trixie smile a little bit.  She then pointed to Hello Kitty on her dress.  “Yeah!  I love Hello Kitty!  Do you love Hello Kitty?  I brought a stuffed animal if you wanna see it.  I sleep with it all the time.”  Trixie stood up and walked towards the door.  “I’ll be right back.”

After Trixie left the room, I smiled.  Trixie may not like diapers, but she loves Hello Kitty.  Maybe I can start playing with Hello Kitty things so that I can be a good friend to Trixie?  I don’t know much about the cartoon, but I will ask my mommy to show me the cartoons when I get home.

Mrs. Higgins entered the playroom and got out a board game for all of us to play.  It was Candy Land, and since only four players could play, Trixie would just be watching.

Mrs. Higgins glanced around.  “Where is Trixie?”

I smiled.  “She’s getting her Hello Kitty doll.”

Mrs. Higgins smiled.  “Oh.  I hope that you’re helping Trixie.”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  I want Trixie to be happy!”

Mrs. Higgins nodded and then kneeled down to whisper to me.  “I think that Trixie is embarrassed that she needs to wear diapers so I will be checking each of you privately.  When I’m calling you or her out of the room, I’m going to do a quick check.  Now, can you come with me for a second?”

I nodded, and followed Mrs. Higgins out to the hallway, away from the playroom.  Mrs. Higgins glanced down underneath to check my diaper.

Just then, I felt a large bowel movement, followed by a loud fart resulting in a large deposit of poop filling my diaper.

Mrs. Higgins laughed.  “Wow.  It looks like you are going to need a change now.  P.U.!  Come with me Macy and we’ll change that stinky.”

I grinned as I followed Mrs. Higgins towards Cecilia’s room.  As we were about to enter, I saw Trixie holding her Hello Kitty stuffed doll, walking towards the playroom.  When she saw me, she stopped to show me her doll.

“See it?” she told me.  “I have four others at home, but this one is my favorite.” Trixie then began to smell the yucky poopy that I just did.  “Ew!  Are you going to get changed?”

I pointed to Mrs. Higgins and nodded.

“Yes.” Mrs. Higgins told her.  “Now I’m going to tell you what I just told Macy.  I’m going to be checking your diaper privately since I don’t want to embarrass you in front of all of your other friends.  How does that sound, Trixie?”

Trixie smiled.  “I would like that a lot better, Mrs. Higgins.  Thank you!”

Mrs. Higgins nodded.  “Certainly Trixie.  Both you and Macy are the only ones with the special needs but remember.  It doesn’t make any of you two stupid.  You both just have different needs than the other girls.  Now they’re about to start a game of Candy Land.  Are you just going to watch them?”

Trixie nodded.  “I’m gonna watch Macy play!”

I smiled.  “I’ll even let Hello Kitty draw the cards!”

Trixie giggled.  “I think that Hello Kitty would like that!”

Mrs. Higgins then quickly glanced down to check Trixie’s diaper.  “So how is Trixie before I go and change Macy?”

Trixie sighed.  “I’m dry! The line down there is yellow!”

Mrs. Higgins nodded.  “It may be yellow, but you might have still gone a little bit.  You don’t need a change yet.  Go and wait in the playroom for Macy.  This stinky won’t take too long…”

Trixie nodded, while she pinched her nose in disgust.  “Yucky!  I hope that I don’t do THAT…”

Mrs. Higgins smiled.  “Well, tell me when you have to poop, and we’ll take you to the toilet for that, okay?”

Trixie nodded.  “Okay Mrs. Higgins!”  Trixie hurried to the playroom to get away from the smell of my stinky diaper.  I was actually used to the smell, but Trixie wasn’t. She entered the playroom while I entered Cecelia’s room with Mrs. Higgins.

Mrs. Higgins laid me on the changing table and very quickly managed to change my poopy diaper.  I was surprised at how quickly it was done.  She wiped me with a few wipes until I was clean.  Then she began to powder the new Size 4 Pampers Cruisers since I had no rashes.  She powdered me, folded the diaper between my legs, and then fastened the diaper around my waist.  She sat me on my feet and grabbed the balled-up yucky diaper.  She put in a diaper pail that she called a Diaper Genie.  I don’t know why she called it that since it looked nothing like the genie that my mommy showed me in the storybooks or that Aladdin movie that I saw.

Before I went back into the playroom, Mrs. Higgins pointed to the clock inside the room.  “Macy, when you’re all done with Candy Land, dinner is going to be ready.”

I nodded.  “Okay Mrs. Higgins!”

I walked back into the playroom.  Mrs. Higgins told Christie and all of my other friends the same thing that she told me about dinner, and they all nodded.

I sat down and we all started our game of Candy Land.  I was the red gingerbread man.  Christie was blue.  Susie was yellow.  Cassie was green.  Mrs. Higgins already shuffled the cards so we would be able to start the game.

I went first and had Trixie draw my first card with Hello Kitty.  Surprisingly, it was Queen Frostine, who was almost at the end of the board.

The rest of my friends gasped.

“Wow!” Christie shouted.  “That’s lucky!”

We spent a little while playing through Candy Land.  Right after Hello Kitty drew a red card near King Kandy, I saw Trixie standing up and gasping.

“Oh no!” Trixie shouted.  “I have to poop really bad!”

Right after Trixie said that I heard a loud fart, followed by Trixie crying.

Trixie couldn’t make it to the potty.  Trixie pooped her diaper.