"You must have sleepy. You slept through the whole movie" said my mom as she woke me up. I looked around and realized that I'd fallen asleep on my mother's lap. She checked my diaper and smiled. "Looks like you're going to need a new diaper before I put you to bed. Let's go."

	Groggy and sleepy I followed her into my room were I obediently laid down on the bed. She changed me into a fresh diaper and tucked me into bed. I think I fell back to sleep before she even left the room.

	In the morning I was jarred awake when I hit the floor. In a daze I looked up at the ceiling and realized that I'd just fallen out of bed. Things were just getting weirder and weirder. My mom most have heard me hit the floor because she came rushing in.

	"Are you OK honey?" she asked.

	"I think so. I just fell out of bed." I replied.

	She came over and helped me up onto the bed where she started to change me out of my night-time diaper. "Since you had those accidents yesterday I’m going to keep you in diapers today." I knew I was in no position to protest, I needed diapers now so I'd have to let my mom put a new diaper on me for the day. So I allowed myself to be diapered. Once she was finished she helped me into my day clothes and we went downstairs for breakfast.

	As I sat down at the table Aunt Linda could hear my diaper rustle. "So you've got him back in day time diapers to?" She asked my mom.

	"Yeah. His pull-ups were wet when I got him ready for bed last night so figured he'd better have some today just in case."

	Aunt Linda looked at me sympathetically "You poor little guy. Don't worry I'm sure your mom will get you all potty trained again."

	After breakfast I decided to go out in the backyard to play. Aunt Linda had an enormous yard to explore. Any kid could easily spend hours poking around and discovering things. I was in one of the far reaches of the yard when I was struck by the need to go to bathroom. I had only the slightest of warning before I lost control and wet my diaper. I looked down at my pants and was surprised to see that my Pampers had done their job and contained the flood. Then I was horrified as it dawned on me what I'd have to do.

	I trudged back to the house with my soaked diaper bulging between my legs and went inside to find my mom. When I found her in the living room I gulped.

	"Mom?" I asked.

	"Yes honey?"

	"Could you uh… change my diaper?"

	"Oh of course. Just come up stairs and we'll get out of that wet thing."

	We went upstairs were I laid on my bed. Mom slid my pants down to my ankles, untaped my soaked diaper and removed it. As she was wiping me clean with a baby wipe she told me about her plans for the rest of the day.  "Aunt Linda and I are going back to the store for a few things. Sarah will take care of you while we're away." 

	"But she's only three years older than me." I protested.

	"She's very good at looking after little boys. You'll mind her just like you'd mind me." She said as she fastened a fresh diaper in place.

	Before long my mom and aunt were on their way out the door and my mom was leaving Sarah with a few last minute instructions.

	"And make sure he gets a nap. He was really tired last night and don't think he's getting enough sleep." My turned to me and said "Bye sweetie, remember what I said about minding your sitter." The door closed and I was in the care of my 15 year old cousin.

	"So do you want to play a game?" She asked in the same way she must have asked the preschoolers she babysat. Not knowing what else to do I agreed. She set it up on the floor, it was some game for little kids but she patiently and slowly explained the rules to me.

	As we played I became aware that I was wetting my diaper. I hadn't even felt the need to go and sat up in surprise. Sarah noted my surprise "Are you wet?" she asked.

	I blushed and nodded. She took my hand and took me into my room. "Your mommy said you'd need a nap, so I think you should take it after we get you in a dry diaper. So why don't you sit down so I can get your shoes off and start getting you ready." For a moment I balked. But I remembered what my mom had said and how serious she was. So I reluctantly did what I was told and sat down on the bed.

	Sarah untied and removed my shoes. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. "Now lay back" She said as she gently pushed me into a reclining position. She unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my ankles. Finally she unfastened my diaper. There I was naked and vulnerable before my babysitter who was only several years my elder as she diapered me and prepared me for my nap. It was clear that no matter my physical age I was the baby of he house.

	She set to work with the wipe and baby powder. And before long I was in a fresh new dry diaper. "I think you'll be fine in just your diaper for now" she said. And then I was tucked into bed and put down for a nap. I was very tired from all that had happened that day and I slept soundly for the next hour.

	Once again I woke up on the floor. Mom and Aunt Linda were home by that time and everyone came rushing in to see what had happened. Mom helped me up. "Are you OK baby?" She asked.

	"I think so." I said.

	"He fell of bed last night to. I just don't know what to do with him."

	"We have a large crib in nursery" Aunt Linda responded "It's certainly big enough for him."

	"That's a great idea Linda." Said my mom "I was thinking of moving him over there since it's closer to my room. But I never thought of the crib."

	That night my stuff was moved into the nursery. The room was huge with a vast expanse of colorful carpet, a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. Colorful nursery rhyme characters covered the walls and a full toy chest sat in the corner next to a playpen and a few books. My new room was very different from the one I had at home with rock star posters.

	In the back of the room the nursery had it's very own bathroom where my mom led me after getting me out of my clothes and diaper. "I think your going to quick bath before bedtime" she said.

	She started running the water and instructed me to get in. She poured in some soap, grabbed a towel and began to bathe me. I was embarrassed to have my mom give me a bath but somehow it felt good to. I knew I was loved and cared for. All three of these women had taken good care of me. Lots of kids wouldn't have been so lucky. She didn't say a word she just hummed as she gently and thoroughly cleaned me up. For the first time a really relaxed and began to except me role as the baby.

	After she was finished she helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. "Sarah told me what a good boy you were today" she said as she dried me off. "I have a special treat for you since you've been so well behaved."

	She didn't say what it was but she boosted me onto the changing table and put my diaper on and help me into my PJs. Then she walked me over the rocking chair and laid me in her lap. Reaching over to the table next to her she retrieved the treat a full bottle of milk.

	"Before you decide whether you want this or not I want to talk to you. " She said "I feel like I'm a lot closer to you after these last few days. This may sound crazy to you but I feel like we really bond when I’m changing your diaper. And when you were sleeping in my lap last night, well I just wanted that moment to last forever. I think I've asked you to grow up to fast. I want to have my little baby back, and I think you might want to be my baby. Do you?"

	I looked at her and could see how deeply she wanted to take care of me. And she was right, I'd been to quick to try to become an adult. Something was missing, and maybe that could be restored. I smiled and said "Yes mommy. I want to be your baby."

	She smiled and put the bottle in my mouth. I leaned back, closed my eyes and sucked on it. My mommy began to rock and sing a lullaby. As I finished the milk I drifted off into the most pleasant dreams of my life.
	
Part 5

	I slowly woke up and realized I was in a crib. Above me was a colorful mobile and all around me were the slats of the crib which rose protectively far above me. I remembered the night before, how I had become a baby again. Next to me was a teddy bear, I turned over and hugged it. I closed my eyes and drank in the simple pleasure of being a baby in his crib. I felt like nothing in the world could hurt me there. I knew that I'd wet my diaper during the night, but mommy would soon be in to change me into a nice new dry one.

	As a laid there I heard the door open and my mommy's footsteps. I stayed turned away from the door with my eyes closed and my teddy in my arms. For some reason I wanted to pretend to be asleep. I could hear her as she leaned up against the side of the crib and watched me for a moment.

	"Wake up sweetie." she said. And I turned and smiled. She let down the side of the crib and helped me out and onto the changing table. "You looked so cute with your bear I didn't want to wake you up" she said as she taped me into a fresh diaper. Then she helped back down off the changing table, held my hand, and took me down to have breakfast.

	At the table there was now an old wooden highchair. At was bigger than usual but still intended for use by babies and toddlers. Mommy had me sit in it and she slid the tray into place. "Now be good while mommy helps Aunt Linda get breakfast ready. OK?" She said and patted my head.

	I sat in my highchair and watched them make blueberry pancakes. I must have been an odd scene but it somehow seemed perfectly natural. Before long a Sesame Street was placed on the tray along with some cut cut-up pancakes and a sippy cup of orange juice. Before I was handed a fork mommy tied a bib around my neck.

	Aunt Linda admired me in my highchair and bib. "You just get cuter and cuter" she said, making me blush. I happily ate my pancakes and drank from my sippy cup as the three woman discussed the travails of raising toddlers. 

Mommy finished before I did and took my fork "Here baby we need to hurry up, let me help you." I smiled, it was just an excuse to baby me some more, but I was enjoying the attention. She carefully took each bite of pancake and put it my mouth. She finished and wiped my face clean with a wet paper-towel.

She took off the tray and let down out the highchair. She once again took my hand and led me upstairs to the nursery. She let down one side of the playpen and instructed me to get inside."Be a good boy and play while we get ready for the day. I'll be back soon to get you all dressed" She said as she raised the side back up. She reached in to gave me playful swat on the butt and left.

I sat down and began playing with the baby toys that had been left for me. They didn't really amuse me. But they completed the feeling of being a baby. And more and more I was enjoying it. I didn't have to worry about what was cool or fear what growing up would entail. For now, at least, I could relax and know I was loved.

Something nagged at my mind though. I still didn't know why I'd begun wetting. It almost seemed like I was in the middle of a conspiracy. Mommy had given me the distinct impression that something big was happening today. I pushed these concerns out of my head and focused on enjoying the moment. But the biggest surprise was still ahead of me.