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Baby Tami
Author unknown

  Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Tom, but I am now
known as Tami Sue to most everyone. When my name was only Tom, I was
11, and in the 6th grade. I was small for my age, even then. When I was
15, and a sophomore in high school, I still was fine boned, delicate,
almost feminine features, 95 pounds, and only 5 foot tall. I had yet
to develop any manly characteristics, consequently, my voice was that
of a young child, still very high pitched, without any indication of
it changing, and I had virtually no body hair. The doctor told my
Mother that it would come soon enough and not to worry about it. 'She'
also said that I did have high level of female homones which could be
part of the reason for the delay, but that too would change once I
started to mature. But now I am getting ahead of myself. Lets go back
to the 6th, 7th, and 8th grades

I had never been very good in sports, I even threw a ball like a girl.
When I asked if I could play with the other boys, they would laugh at
me, called me a sissy, and told me to go and play sissy games with the
'other' girls. After a while it just became natural to go play with the
girls and I didn't even think about asking the boys. Because of this,
I didn't have many friends, and the ones I did have, were girls. I
think they felt sorry for me and just accepted me as one of them and
let me play jump rope or hop scotch. I remember one recess in the 8th
grade. We were talking about make-up, and one of the girls wanted to
put bright red nail polish on me and when all the other girls cheered
us on, and without thinking, I let her. She wouldn't take if off
either, and for the entire day and I had to suffer the humilition of
bright red finger nails. Even the teacher got in the act and commented
how nice my nails looked to the amusement of the class. They even let
me in on some of their intimate 'girl' talk which they knew made me
blush and asked me if I ever sucked a cock. Of course I hadn't, but
they just told me that I was 'just one of the girl's, and that girls
did that kind of thing to their boy-friends. Even thought it was
humiliating at times, I really didn't mind, in fact, I liked all the
'girl' talk. Actually, if the truth were know, I liked to do more
'girl' things than 'boy' things anyway, and secretly wished that I had
been born a girl, but couldn't admit that to anyone, not even myself.
I was a straight 'A' student, on the honors list, and well, just kind
of a loaner. Things didn't change much when I got to high school. I was
still the sissy, teased by the boys, and taunted by the girls, which
made me even more of a loner. Once during gym class I was dragged into
the girls locker room, where they dressed me up in one of their gym
outfits, complete with bra and panties, and pushed me back into the
boys locker room. I was forced to do gym, with the boys, dressed like
that and to the amusement of the gym teacher and the rest of the class.
Another time, 4 or 5 girls took me into their bathroom and striped me,
gave me panties, bra, blouse, skirt, and girl shoes, put a bow in my
hair, and made me attend classed that way. I was even forced to use the
girl's bathroom all day. They finally gave me back my cloths at the
end of the day. Even the teachers didn't think anything of it, and went
along with it. I never had the courage to tell my parents what was
really happening, unless they knew and didn't say anything. As
humiliating as all this was, it is not as bad as what will happen, as
I still did had one BIG problem, and that was I still had accidents at
night, like I still wet the bed, I still wet the bed like a baby! My
story starts here, in the 10th grade and a sohomore in high school.

...................................................................

"Yes Mom, I'm coming.......... only be a second." Now I did it again,
what am I going to do with these wet sheets. I've got to stop this.
It's just that I sleep so sound, and then that dream of going to the
bathroom......Damn, hope Mom doesn't find out.

"Hurry Up!!!!!! Your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes Mom, just a sec....be right there. I have to make my bed."

I'll strip the sheets off the bed and make it with only the covers, put
the wet sheets in the closet. She will never know.

"Morning Mom, how are you this morning."

"Just fine, and you???? You sure seem to be a good mood."

"Yes, Mom, I am, kinda....... glad it's friday, and the weekend is
coming."

"Yes I know......Now hurry up and eat....Your Late as it is."

I finished my breakfast, grabbed my books, gave Mom a kiss on the
check, and was going out the door when she startled me with.......

"Oh, don't make any many plans for the weekend, 'you' are going to be
busy the entire time......And Oh..........I sure hope you didn't put
your wet sheets in the closet again....they really smell after a short
time and will make all your other cloths smell like urine...... You
should know by now that I know the only time you make your bed is when
you wet it, just like a baby!!!! Bye now, have a good day, see you
tonight."

She was smiling at me as walked out the door. I didn't have any time
to say anything, but all day to think and worry about her last
statement. She knew I had wet the bed again. She knew about the wet
sheets in the closet. Don't make plans.....there was nothing happening
that I knew about. 

The day just dragged and dragged. I could not think of a thing except
her remarks before I left. I didn't want to go home, and yet I couldn't
help but wonder what awaited me when I did get there. Finally the last
bell rang. I went to my locker, picked up my books and was out the door
in a flash. 

What the hell did she mean..........."just like a baby." I walked, then
ran, then walked.....I was scared, I didn't know what to expect........
Ahhhhhhhh, what can she do, I'll take my medicine, she will probably
yell and ground me for the weekend which I know she will change by
Saturday morning and let me off the hook..... I wasn't planing on going
any place anyway Friday night anyway. Oh hell, lets get this over with.
My thoughts ran through my head as I approached the door and slowly
opened it.......

"Hi Mom, I'm Home.............................  Mom?????"

"Oh Hi, I was just finishing washing your wet sheets and bedding," she
said, obviously still quite mad.

"I'm sorry Mom, really I am.....it just happens, I try to make sure I
get up during the night, but I just sleep so soundly that by the time
I wake up, I'm all wet. I don't know what to do Mom, really, I'll try."

"Well son, you'll do more than try. Your father and I have talked. Lets
go to your room."

As we walked up the stairs she continued.

"From now until Monday morning, and every night there after, you will
be diapered and treated like the baby you seem to be. When you can stay
dry, you will again be treated as a young adult."

"But MOM," I yelled, "I'm not a baby, I just wet the bed, and......

"Yes," she said, "Just like a baby, Go on."

"I can't help that....and I'm NOT going to wear diapers like a
baby!!!!!"

"You wet the bed like a baby, and you'll wear diapers like a baby!!!!,"
she yelled back. "Now you can either make this easy or hard, but either
way, you are going to be diapered and treated as a baby for this
weekend and every night until you stop wetting the bed."

About this time we got to my bedroom and as she opened the door I was
in for another shock. My bed was not in my room and had been replaced
with a crib.......a baby crib. It was larger then normal, but it WAS
a baby crib none the less, complete with side rails, teething rail, and
a large applique of a teddy bear in pastels on the head board. I
stopped short, refusing to enter, when she grabbed my arm to pull me
in. I started to cry and resist, but she overpowered me and pulled me
threw the door.

She slammed the door behind us so I could not run out, and ordered me
to take off my cloths. I refused and she slapped me across the face and
started to undress me. I resisted, but again she was too strong, and
soon I found myself over her knees getting a spanking like I had never
gotten before. I kicked and cried, and finally gave in to her demands
and got undressed. 

"Your underwear too," she yelled. "And then get on the changing table."

It was then that I noticed a large changing table that looked just like
one for babies, only larger. It had a padded top, one side was pink,
the other blue, with juvenile pictures on it, and was stockpiled with
diapers and rubber panties. 

I slowly took off my underpants but wasn't quick enough. As soon as I
lifted my leg out, she grabbed me by the arm, led me to changing table
and almost threw me on top of it. I was still kicking and crying, both
ashamed and humiliated, when I got another good crack on the butt.

"You know you even look like a baby, You don't even have any body hair,
much less, pubic hair, and your very small for your age. Gee, your
smaller than I was, a girl, at your age. That's good, cause we would
have had to shave it all off if you would have had some to prevent any
kind of diaper rash."

She took several diapers, pulled up my legs, raising my bottom at the
same time, and placed them under me. Then she took out a can of baby
powder and generously sprinkled it all over my private area, on my
bottom, and in between my cheeks. She then took the other end of the
diaper and pulled it through my legs, fastening both sides with regular
diaper pins, and then took out a pair of rubber panties and pulled them
up and over the diapers. After making sure that the bulky diaper was
all tucked in and that it wouldn't leak, she pulled me off the table.
I could hardly get my legs together with the thick diaper between them
and had to walk almost bow-legged, just like a baby. It was then that
I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. 

"Mom," I said through my sniffling and crying, "I have to go to the
bathroom."

She looked at me, smiled, and laughed. "You have diapers on baby, so
use them. You like to wet so much, maybe if you sit in your wet for a
while, you'll not wet at night. AND DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK OF TAKING
THEM OFF OR YOU WILL BE WEARING THEM TO SCHOOL!!!!"

I was still sniffling and crying as she left my room saying, "I'll see
you down stairs".

I looked at my crying, sniffling image in the mirror and got this weird
feeling in the pit of my stomach as I stood there with only diapers,
rubber panties, and a T-shirt on. Although I hated to admit it, it felt
kind of nice. I felt content and secure. I can't explain why I felt
this way, but here I was a boy of 15, in diapers and rubber panties
because I still wet the bed, feeling safe and secure in diapers and
rubber panties, yet ashamed and guilty because I wasn't suppose to feel
this way. 

I attempted to put on several differant pairs of my pants, but none
would go over the bulky diapers, and since I could not sit on my bed,
which had been replace with a baby crib, I just sat on the floor of my
room thinking. The bulky diapers felt peculiar, but nice, as I sat on
them, unable to put my legs together. 

After a short while my Mom called for me to come down stairs. I still
had not gone to the bathroom and it was starting to hurt.

"Mom, I can't.......I don't have any pants that will fit over these
things."

"Things????? , they are diapers and rubber panties.......Just a minute,
I'll be right up."

As she entered the room I saw she was carrying a pair of yellow baby
rompers which she had made to fit me. There was elastic at the legs and
waist, which made them bubble out and emphasize my large diapered
bottom, a bib top with a pink and blue ducky on it, and snaps in the
crouch. They were a perfect replica of baby rompers, only in my size. 

She put her finger in the leg of my rubber panty to see if I was dry.
" Well, well, baby is still dry. Maybe you'll learn how to hold it.
Here, lets put these on you," she said with a half smile, "we can't
have my baby catching a cold now, can we?" She also had a pair of
yellow booties with a yellow satin ribbon running around the ankle,
tied in a cute bow in the front, again in my size, and put them on my
feet. 

Taking my hand, she walked me out of my bedroom and lead me down the
stairs like a baby.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that she had baby
blocks set in front of the TV. She took me right to them and told me
to play till 'da-da' got home. She turned on the TV, Sesame Street, and
left me watching Big Bird while she went back into the kitchen to make
supper.

After sitting there for a while, I unconscientious started to amuse
myself with the blocks, stacking one on top of the other. Unknown to
me, daddy had come home and he and mommy were both watching me play
with the blocks through the kitchen doorway.

"Isn't he cute!!!", I heard my father say. I started to blush and quit
playing with them.

"NO, NO, you don't have to stop on our account," my mother said.

"PLEASE Mom, can I use the bathroom...........please?????"

"No, now that is final, watch TV and play with YOUR block while we
finish making supper.

As I sat there in front of the TV, I just couldn't hold it any longer
and urinated in the diapers. It felt strange, yet kind of nice, as the
warm, yellow liquid flowed around inside the diapers. 

Mom came in and got me for supper, but before she lead me into the
kitchen, she again checked to see that if I had wet. "WELL, Well......I
see that my baby has finally wet his diapers, GOOD. Isn't it nice......
you don't have to worry about ruining anything."

I just lowered my head in humility as she took my hand an lead me into
the kitchen.

I wasn't too surprised when I found that I did not have a place set for
me at the dinner table, that there was a high chair, complete with a
locking tray. Daddy picked me up and put me in the chair, making sure
my legs went through each of the leather security strapes and then
after he buckeled the safety belt, made sure tray was securely locked
so I could not get out. He then put a bib around my neck and snapped
it shut. Mom walked over and put a divided baby dish in front of me,
filled with food that she had put through the blender. She also had a
baby bottle of milk for me to drink. 

I started to protest as my dad took a picture of 'baby' in his high
chair. I was told that if I didn't do as I was told, they would make
sure that the picture would go into the High School Annual. I started
to uncontrollably cry and my mother came over and started stroking my
ear and comforting me. She told me that this was good, and that they
loved me, but that I had to stop wetting the bed. I slowly gained my
composure and started eating my dinner without any utensils making me
get the food all over my face and hands. Dad, of course, when ever I
wasn't looking, did not miss a chance to take a picture of the messy
baby.

After I had eaten all I could with my hands, mommy spoon feed me the
rest of it, and while I drank my milk from the bottle, she and daddy
cleaned up the kitchen. After they were done, daddy took me out of the
high chair and we all went into the living room. The heavy diaper was
hanging around my knees, and I could hardly walk. Mom must have felt
sorry for me or was afraid I would leak so she changed my wet diapers
as daddy watched 'little baby' getting his diapers changed.

During the course of the evening, I was taunted, teased, humiliated,
and shamed.  They made sure that I wet my diapers one more time before
bed, and then proceeded to change my them, put me in a blanket sleeper
that my mom had made complete with a snap crotch and feet,  and put me
in the crib at a time that was much earlier than my normal bed
time..... My Mom had this loving look in her eyes as leaned over and
kissed me on the cheek. She picked up a bottle of warm milk and put the
nipple in my mouth,...."Night, night my little baby," she said as she
raised the side rail. For some unknown reason I was starting to like
all the attention and felt secure in the crib with the side rail up,
and with my diaper on. I sucked the milk from the nipple as I drifted
off to sleep with a lump in my throat thinking about the days events. 

I woke up wet and because of the size of my crib, I could not get out.
I stood up and was looking over the side railing with my wet diapers
sagging in my blanket sleeper when Mom came in to change me. She smiled
at me as she put a pacifier that she had in her hand into my mouth. I
didn't even protest and start to suck on it as she lowered the rail
and help me over to the changing tabler. She change my very wet diapers
and put clean one on me along with the yellow rompers. While she did
all this she talked baby talk to me and I just kept sucking on my
pacifier. I think she knew then that I was enjoying this as much as she
was. After she finished she brought me downstairs and hand feed me my
breakfest and then took me into the living room, laid me down on the
couch with my head in her lap while she feed me my bottle and sang a
lulliby to me. I drifted off to sleep not even finishing my bottle.

The entire weekend went about the same. I was not allowed to use the
bathroom and had to use my diapers for all my bodily functions. 

On Monday morning, I again woke up wet, but this time Mom took off my
wet diapers and told me to take a shower and use the bathroom. This was
the first time since Friday I was allowed to use the toilet. It felt
strange to be standing at the toilet. When I was done, Mom let me wear
my regular underwear, pants, and shirt. Everything felt different after
spending the entire weekend in just a t-shirt, diapers, rubber panties,
rompers, and booties. Thank goodness no one had come over. 

The week went by rather fast. Every night when I got home, I was put
into my diapers and rompers, did my homework, watched a little TV and
then was put to bed. I wet every night and it was quite obvious their
plan wasn't working, in fact, it was getting harder and harder for me
to hold myself back from wetting during the day as it had become almost
natural to do pee-pee when ever I had to in my diapers. I over heard 
Mom and Dad talking one night toward the end of the week. 

"Well, Plan A sure isn't doing a thing, lets go with Plan B," I heard
my father say. They both agreed.

I was getting use to being diapered and treated as a baby of sorts. It
was also nice not waking up in a wet bed. I didn't make any plans for
the weekend, not knowing what to expect or what 'plan B' was, but then
I didn't care.......I was really enjoying being a baby again. 

When I arrived home Friday after school, mom was in her sewing room and
I could hear she was busy sewing something. So I walked over to the
door and saw that she was sewing a pair of pink baby rompers. My heart
started to pound........ somehow, Plan B started to take on a new
light.

"Hi Mom, I'm home.........how was your day."

"Oh Hi Honey,,,,,I didn't here you come in. I've been so busy that time
got away from me.....sorry."

"Ah............what are those Mom??"

"Well I have always wanted a baby girl to dress up and since you seem
to be the 'new' baby in the house, I, we have decided that you would
be that little girl till you decided to stop wetting the bed and wanted
to be a young man again."

"Oh come on Mom, wearing diapers is bad enough, but Please don't make
me wear 'girl' things, I just can't." 

I sure hope she didn't notice my heart pounding 90 miles a second. 

"Well Honey, you don't have much choice, and besides, babies don't care
what they wear, and you are a baby remember???" 

"Mom, I'm not really a baby and you know it."

"Well until you stop wetting the bed, you are......and that is the end
of it. Now lets go up to your room and get baby 'Tami' ready for 'her'
first weekend as my darling baby daughter."

When we got to my room I noticed that Mommie had put a cute mobil on
my crib, put on pink canopy curtains, turned the pad on the changing
table over to the pink side, had put pink sheets on the crib, and in
general made my room as juvenile, as babyish, and as girlish as
possible. It was no longer a bedroom for a boy, but it was a perfect
nusery for a baby girl. My heart was racing but I couldn't let on, at
least not yet.

Mom must have been busy all week, cause when she opened my closet door
I could not help but see all kinds of dresses, petticoats, and other
baby girl outfits. She took me by my hand and helped me onto the
changing table and put a pink soothe into my mouth as she took off my
school cloths. I didn't say a thing as she put thick diapers on me and
then a pair of pink ruffled rubber rumba panties.

"We have to make your pretty for da-da, now don't we??" she said as she
went to the closet and took out a short pink party dress. It was really
cute. It had puffed sleeves, and a large pink stain shash around the
waist that tied into a big bow in the back. She put on a pair of white
socks with lace trim and a delicate pink edge on them, and white mary
jane shoes. After she buckeled my shoes, she help me off the table and
put pink ribbons in my already long hair and combed it in a girlish
style.

When I started to walk, I noticed that the dress barely covered my
pantied bottom, and every move I made, my rubber rumba panties were
exposed. Mom came over and gave her daughter a loving hug. I kissed her
back on the cheek....."Tank You Ma-Ma....Tami happy wittle gorl." She
gave me another big squeeze.

"We won't let your daddy know how much you enjoy being my baby girl,
now will we."

"No Ma-Ma.....Tami won't tell."

With that she took me down stairs and into the kitchen. She put me in
my high chair and gave me a bottle of milk to drink while she made
supper.

Mom saw the gleam in my eyes as she made supper while I sat in my high
chair, drinking my bottle of milk.