I started this story on Sissykiss some weeks ago, I am posting it here to see some of your thoughts on it.
Well this is my first story, Im sorry it it may not be up to par, but I have tried. Constructive criticism is defiitely apprieciated.
Hello my name is Renee Campbell and I am a rather short 14 year old girl who is about 4’7", rather slim build, brunette hair that is usually pulled back into a pony tail and deep brown eyes. I live in a small town in central California called Selma, there was usually not too much to do here unless you wanted to go to Fresno to do some shopping, which really wasn’t that far away. The story I am actually writing today though is is about a very memorable stay with my Aunt named Mirah who actually lived in the beautiful city of San Diego and which actually only happened a couple months ago at the beginning of my summer vacation. I must say, it was certainly a life changing event so that is why I am trying to write down this tale for not only myself, but for those who may be curious about my story. Well without further adieu, here it goes.
It was a bright and wonderful Thursday outside, surprisingly it was only in the low 90s and with summer vacation just starting, I now could really take advantage of it. However I wouldn’t be here for too much longer as my Dad, Jeremy Campbell, works for as a very high up district manager for a nationwide AG company and had to go on a rather long business trip that would last for 2 weeks. My mom, Alicia Campbell, would also be accompanying her husband on the trip but sadly I could not go with them. Mom had told me that she had made arrangements with her sister to take care of me for the time that they were gone.
Personally I was not really a fan of this idea and quite a few nights I would go up to my parents pleading to go with them. “But mom, why cant I go with you? I promise that I will be good and will be no trouble at all. I really really want to go with you!” I would argue. My mom always replied however “I’m sorry honey, I really wish you could go too, but your father is going to be very busy the whole time, there will be no time for family fun over there. Don t worry though, we have made plans with your Aunt Mirah who will take care of you and I am sure you will have a blast with her in the big city. She is a very kind and caring woman and is actually quite looking forward to seeing you, its actually been quite a few years.”
It had actually be 4 years ago when I last saw her when we traveled down that direction, She had a 1 year old girl named Amy at the time and although we didnt spend very much time visiting her, I couldn’t argue with my mom, she did seem nice. I had another problem though that had only started about 2 months before, occasionally I would wet the bed, at first it ones only every once in a while but it seem to becoming more frequent. My mother so far had been relying on the idea that it was just a phase and would go away, especially now that I’m on summer vacation and do not have the stress of school to deal with. My mom would come to check on me in the morning to see if I had wet the bed, on the days that this did happen, she just gave me a hug and said “Oh kiddo, don’t worry about it, accidents happen, I’m sure this will all blow over soon. Now go ahead and take your shower and I will get this all cleaned up.” With tears in my eyes I would mumble “yes mommy, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to do it, it just happens. I really wish it would just go away. What is Aunt Mirah going to say if I do this at her house?” With a consoling pat on the head Alicia replied “Oh I don’t think that will be a problem, she is a very open and caring person, I know that she wont be angry. I have actually let her know about your little problem, she may have a different philosophy about how to go on fixing it, but I’m sure you wont have a hard time.” With that I ran off to take my shower so I could enjoy the rest of my day.
It was now Friday morning and it was time for the big day. My parents would be driving down to San Diego with me and then drop me off at my aunts house, then they would drive to the San Diego International airport to get on their flight. Once packed we were on our way for the long drive down south. After a couple stops along the way for gas and food we finally made it to my aunts house at around 5PM. It was a rather nice one story house that was situated in a very quiet and older neighborhood. Across the street I saw a neighbor outside watching her children, one was what looked like a boy the age of 6 and a toddler girl who looked like she was 2 ½ or 3. Our family parked and got out of the car and walked up to my aunts house and rang the doorbell. A lady in her late 30s, chubby build, and blond hair opened up the door and very happily greeted us. “Well, I’m so glad you finally made it, I hope the trip was not too bad, the traffic can get really bad when going through LA. Where are my manners though, come in, come in.” With that we all walked in and made our way to the living room. In the living room there was a girl playing with her dolls who was about 5 years old, blond hair, and was dressed in a pink shirt and a little pink skirt, I rather quickly figured that this obviously must be Amy. “Well come here Amy and say hello to your relatives” The cheerful little girl got up from the floor and ran towards both my Mom and dad giving them a big hug. Then Mirah stated “and this is Renee, your cousin, she is going to be staying with us for the next 2 weeks, go on and give her a hug” The girl ran up to me and hugged me, I thought it was a bit odd because I could have sworn that I heard a crinkle when she moved, she was a very cute girl though and I gave her a big hug back. I stated “You are so cute, I am sure we will have fun together.” After a conversation over some coffee it was finally time for my parents to leave so they could catch their flight. I gave my mom and dad a hug and said “I’m going to miss you so much.” Alicia replied while patting my back “oh don’t worry honey, its only 2 weeks, I’m sure you will be just fine and your Aunt is going to take very good care of you. Now just be a good girl and follow her rules, I would be quite disappointed to hear that you were not behaving yourself.” At that point my parents waved goodbye and got in their car and drove off.
“Well, its just us now Renee, I know you are going to miss them, but I’m sure you will find yourself happy here. Why don’t you go ahead and watch some TV for now and I will make us a little something for dinner, how does mac and cheese sound to you?” Being rather hungry since it had been quite a while since I had lunch I said “Sure, I really need something in my tummy.” Amy chimed in happily “Yes mommy! I love the cheesy noodles!” Mirah with a big smile on her face responded “Oh little baby, I know you do, its your favorite. But before I start dinner, Amy can you come here really quickly?” I watched Amy walk on over to her mom and swore that she could hear that telltale crinkle again and also thought she saw some plastic going up over the top of her skirt where her shirt did not cover up. Then shocked to hear Aunt Mirah asked little Amy “Honey are you wet?” The small girl shook her head no but then Mirah decided to check her anyways and lifted up her skirt. To Renee’s surprise she was wearing a diaper. A bit confused she thought that she should have already figured it out, she did in fact hear that definite sound of a diaper crinkling when she walked, but she didn’t really think that a 5 year old would still be in a diaper, at least not during the day time. Poking two fingers in the front of her diaper and then turning her around, and opening the top of the back of her diaper, Mirah proclaimed that she was all dry. Then putting the skirt back down she patter her bottom and said “OK, now go back and play while mommy is making dinner. Renee, you can either go and play with Amy or just watch some TV.”
So I went ahead and got on the couch and turned on the TV while Amy sat on the ground and started playing with her dolls. Now quite interested in the diapered 5 year old, I started to watch her play on the ground and could notice even easier the sound of her diaper, the plastic poking over her little skirt and at some points, I could see the diaper under her skirt. She seem utterly oblivious to covering up the fact that she was wearing a diaper like a toddler, in fact she seemed to act a lot like a slightly taller toddler and clearly seemed also to be having the time of her life. While playing she looked up at me and said “You no want to play with me?” I thought about it and decided that I didn’t want to hurt her feelings and could see no harm in it, so I might as well entertain her for a little bit. “Sure thing Amy” I walked over and then sat down on the floor with her “so what exactly are you playing?” Amy looked at me with a big smile and said “dollies!” Of course this was a rather simplistic answer, but whatever, I will just go along with it. So I grabbed the nearest doll and started to play with her, mostly mindlessly as I was more interested in actually watching the TV instead. Amy seemed to be quite enjoying the fantasy dolly world she had created for herself and seemed even more excited to have a companion to play with.
After a bit Aunt Mirah came in and said “Oh my, don’t you two girls look really cute. It seems like Amy really likes playing with her cousin. Dinner is ready though so come to the dinner table and lets eat up.” We got up and walked into the dinning room, the sound of Amy’s diaper rustling all the way there. Once there I noticed that there was actually a high chair set up and I saw my Aunt grab Amy and put her in the chair buckling her in. I of course being a 14 year old girl sat in a regular chair. Once sitting Mirah grabbed our plates, set them down, and then brought over a glass of milk and set it down in front of me and then a toddler sippy cut filled with the same for Amy. Dinner was rather tasty and once finished I said “That was really good Aunt Mirah, thank you so much for the meal.” With this Mirah replied “Oh kiddo, its no trouble at all, but would you start calling me Auntie? I think it sounds better and less formal.” “OK, thank you auntie” I corrected myself. Auntie then went on to say “OK you two, go ahead and play or watch TV for a little bit until it is bed time” While I was mindlessly playing with Amy and her dolls while watching the TV, I noticed that as Amy was playing she paused for a little bit while sitting on the floor, then after about a minute she started playing again. At about 9 Auntie came in the room and declared that it was time for bed. I was a bit shocked and confusingly asked "Auntie ts only 9, isn’t it a bit early for me to go to bed? Auntie responded “Yes, maybe for most households for a person your age, but not mine, I think sleep is very important for a girl and after you get your shower done and all ready for bed, I am sure it will be late enough in my opinion” With that she bent down and lifted up Amy’s skirt and poked her fingers in her diaper and then checked the back again. “Well looks like my little baby has wet her diaper, no worries, it time for you to get a fresh nighttime diaper and have some sweet dreams.” She beckoned both of us to go down the hall, all the while Amy was walking in her noisy, and now sagging diaper. Now I realized why she paused when she was playing, thats when she was wetting herself. It sure would be nice if I didn’t have to worry about going to the bathroom while I was having fun, toddlers really do seem to have it easy.
Once we reached the guest room that I was staying in she said " Well you can go ahead and take a shower, after you are done though, make sure you come see me, we need to talk about something. I thought I knew the reason for the conversation but I tried not to think about it. With this Auntie picked up Amy and took her to her room. On my way to the bathroom, I passed Amy’s room and glanced in there very quickly and which seemed to look more like a nursery for a baby rather than a 5 year old girls room. It even had a crib, a changing table, stacks of diapers, and a cute pink babyish wall paper covering the walls. I have to say, it was rather cute, but also unexpected for one as old as her. At the time I looked in Auntie had Amy up on the changing table and was starting to take off her soaked diaper. She Also had rather babyish jammies put out for her to dress her in
Once I was done with my shower I put on my panties and my bed shorts and shirt that I had picked out for the night and then went to go find Auntie. She was actually already waiting for me in the guest room with a diaper, powder, and some cream next to her. She patted on the bed and motioned me to come sit by her. As I sat down I said “Auntie you wanted to talk to me?” knowing pretty much what this is going to be about. Auntie opened her mouth “Well, your mother told me about your problems at night for the last couple months and I have a choice for you. The first choice is to allow me to put a diaper on you so that when you wake up, your sheets will be dry and you can have a nice sound sleep.” I nodded and then replied “And my other option?” Auntie then started “The Second choice is to go ahead and let you sleep in your panties just like normal. There is a catch though, if you do wake up wet then I will put you in diapers for the rest of the day and for however long I see fit. Its my opinion that teenage girls really should not still be wetting their bed and if you do, then you deserve to be in diapers like Amy. The choice is yours.” I thought long and hard and decided that I really did not have much to drink after dinner, I am sure I would be able to get through the night without wetting myself. On top of that wearing a diaper at 14, even if it is to bed is really embarrassing, I don’t think I could live with myself If I picked that option. I know I’m not a little girl, I can handle myself. “Auntie, I think I will go to bed as I am, I’m not a baby, I am 14 and I’m sure I will sleep fine” With that Mirah said “OK, if thats your decision then I support it.” and gave Renee a hug. Then she got up off the bed, grabbed the diaper and supplies and as she left the room, she said “Sweet dreams.”
The next day arrived and to my dismay, I felt cold and damp. I sat up very quickly and brought my hand down under my covers and then in a panicked state “Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! I really cant believe I did this. OMG, what do I do?” Tears then started to roll down from my eyes, I felt helpless and cold, I didn’t know what Auntie was going to say. Is she going to be angry? I know what she said last night, what was I thinking? I should have taken the diaper just in case, now I’m a mess. Right then the door opened up and Mirah called out to me sweetly “Good morning honey, how did you sleep last night?” Then she noticed the distraught look on my face and the tears rolling down. “Oh my, what happened honey?” as she came over swiftly and embraced me into a hug. Broken up I tried to formulate a sentence “I…. I…” “Shhhhhhhhh, its OK baby, auntie is here to help you. You wet your bed didn’t you?” Mirah stated consolingly. Silently I nodded my head not being able to put the words in my mouth. Stroking my hair Mirah said “Don t worry Renee, its not a big deal, I am not mad at you honey. Just go ahead and take a shower to clean yourself off and I will take care of the laundry. When you are done please see me, OK?” With tears still in my eyes I nodded and walked on down the hall in my wet bed clothes.
Once I got finished with my shower and dried myself off, I realized that I had no clothes to wear, in my disheveled state I have apparently forgot to grab any, so I wrapped myself with my towel and walked around the house to find Auntie. She was in the laundry room and just finished starting the washer with all my sheets in it. Mirah looked at me and stated “Well Renee, it looks like you are all clean, please follow me.” she then took my hand and instead of taking me into the guest room where I had slept, she actually took me to Amy’s bedroom… or should I say nursery. Once we walked in the room I started to cry again pretty much knowing what is going to happen. Auntie walked over to me and gave me a hug saying “Oh don’t worry dear, I am going to make everything all better. You do remember what I told you last night, correct?” I nodded silently and tearfully. “Well, don’t think of this as a punishment, just think of it as me providing you with what you need emotionally. In my experience sometimes girls try to grow up too fast, thats why they may wet their beds. Trust me Renee, diapers are not the end of the world and I dare say, you might actually enjoy them. Really, its not so bad little girl, now come over here, take off your towel, and hop on the table for Auntie.” Unsure, I nodded and then very slowly made my way towards the changing table which had stacks of diapers near it obviously for Amy. I then stripped myself of the towel and now standing completely naked Auntie Mirah grabbed me under my armpits and helped me get onto the changing table where I just laid there. Auntie actually grabbed a little washcloth and whipped the tears from my eyes with a very caring look and said “now, now, its not going to be so bad little girl, once I get you all powdered and into a fresh diaper you can enjoy the rest of the day without worrying.” At that point she grabbed a diaper from the stack and some diaper cream and some powder. Auntie took a hold of my ankles and then slid the clean diaper under my bottom and then set me back down on it. It actually felt sorta soft and comfy. Then Mirah proceeded to spread diaper cream all over my bottom and crotch areas then followed up with baby powder which filled the air with a wonderfully sweet, yet babyish smell. Auntie then pulled up the front of the fresh diaper and tapped it into place saying cheerfully “There, baby is in a fresh diaper and ready to enjoy her day.” Tugging a little bit at the waist band though, commented “A little tight, it should work for now though. I think we will need to go down to the store in a bit to pick up something more appropriate.” She then told me to sit up and put her hands under her arms and helped her hop off the changing table. I looked down at my now diapered state and noticed that the diaper I had on was exactly like one of Amy’s, Its base was white with some pink colors to make it girlish and some cartoon figures for some added fun, I really did feel like a toddler.
“OK Renee, its time for me to get you dressed” Auntie stated and then took me by the hand and guided me into the guest room. All the way down the hall I could hear my diaper rustling every step I made and It was a bit more difficult to walk, the diaper made it feel like I had a a pillow between my legs everywhere I went. Once in the guest room Auntie told me to sit on a relatively dry part of the bed and then she walked over and opened up the dresser drawer where I put all my clothes for the stay and picked through them to find me an outfit that she thought was appropriate for me. She came back to me with some denim shorts, a pink T-shirt, some socks, and my shoes. She told me to stand up again. It was looking like she was going to go ahead and dress me so I decided to finally protest “Hold on, I can dress myself.” Auntie replied “Shhhhhh, honey, I think you need me to taken care of you for a while, now please don’t complain and then step in the shorts.” At this point I remember my mom telling me that I needed to behave myself and follow Aunties rules, so although I wasn’t sure about it, I did give in to Aunties request and then stepped in my shorts. She then pulled up my shorts and buttoned and zipped them up, it was a bit tighter than usual, but they still did fit. After that she pulled my shirt on me and told me to sit down on the dry part of the mattress and pulled on my socks and then my shoes which she tied as well. Once I was dressed she decided to pull back my hair into a pony tail and used a pink ribbon to tie it into place. Once finished she told to to stand up and then took me over to a full size mirror that was in the corner of the room and encouraged me to look at my appearance. Although I didn’t look entirely like a toddler, there was something very babyish about me with the cute pink ribbon in my hair and the noticeable diaper bulge on my crotch and bottom. Also since my shirt barely came down to my shorts, at times you would see the diaper poking up over my shorts. If I squatted down it you would see the unmistakable sign of the backing of the diaper poking over the top of my shorts in the back. “Oh honey, you honestly look so adorable. I think its time for you to go play with Amy until its time for me to take you to the store” said Auntie. Once again I nodded and then started to make my way to the living room where Amy was already playing, with a crinkling diaper the whole way.
Once there, I saw that Amy was playing with her dolls and decided to join her. I sat down and made a rustling noise and Amy looked at me a bit funny and then said in a typically curious 5 year old way “Renee, are you wearing a diaper?” I was stunned into silence a bit and then admitted “Yes, I am in a diaper” Amy responded even more confused “But why? I thought you were a big girl?” At this I retorted “Well, Evidently Auntie doesn’t think I’m a big girl. I wet my bed last night and now she insists that I wear diapers” Amy looked a little sad at this and then I corrected “But so far it isn’t so bad”. Amy’s face lighted up and then the little girl said “Well now we are both in diapers, we are baby friends!” and then handed me a dolly to play with. Unlike before, this time I seemed to get much more into Amy’s dolly fantasy than I did before, I was honestly having quite a lot of fun playing with her. After a bit Auntie brought us both sippy cups with apple juice in it, initially I objected in my mind, but figuring that I might as well go with the flow instead of angering Mirah, I took and and kept on playing with Amy. A while later Auntie had stated "Well my little girls, its time to go to the store, we need to do some shopping. First though I need to check your diapers before we go. " Auntie first checked Amy pulling up her yellow sun dress that she had on and putting her fingers in the crotch and checking the back of her diaper, stated that Amy was all fresh and good to go. Then she walked over to me and asked me to stand up. First she unsnapped my shorts and then stuck fingers into my nappy, which was of course dry still. then she pulled the back of my diaper to make sure that I was not messy yet and of course I was not messy either. “Well girls, looks like you are all set to go to the store” Mirah stated confidently. She then took us out to the car and opened up the door for Amy which she buckled into her car seat. I didn’t have a car seat but she took me to the other side and buckled myself in with the seatbelt.
“Well first off we are going to go to the medical supply store to get Renee something a bit more fitting, and then we are going to go off and get some new clothes. How does that sound girls?” said Auntie. Predictably Amy was very happy, she loved to go out shopping, I on the other hand was a bit apprehensive. Along the way I looked over at Amy and she seemed to sit still for a moment, then after a minute looked relieved. The way her sun dress was hiked up being in the car seat, I could see the diaper she had on expand and grown slightly discolored. She clearly just wet her diaper but she didn’t seem to have a care in the world and did not mention it to her mommy.
Once we got to the medical supply store Auntie first went and unbuckled me and got me out of the the car. At this point she also decided to check my diaper again finding it dry. Then she went to the other side and took Amy out of the car seat, she check her diaper and proclaimed that although she was a little wet, she didn’t need to change her yet. Amy actually seemed quite happy with this outcome. Auntie then took us both by the hand into the medical supply store where I could feel and hear my diaper ever step of the way. At this time I was actually feeling the pressure in my bladder start to build up, I’m sure I could make it through the store though. Once inside my auntie actually found a clerk and asked her the question “I’m looking for some diapers for a girl about the size of little Renee here, do you think you could help?” The clerk looked like a perky girl in her lower 20s and she said “Oh definitely ma’am, I’m sure I can help you, if it is for Renee, she sure wouldn’t be the first larger baby we have helped.” She glanced at me with a wink and a smile, I merely just blushed out of embarrassment. The clerk then guided us down to the correct isle all the while my bladder was actually getting to the emergency point, it seemed I completely underestimated my situation. Along the way I told Auntie quietly “Ummmmm, Auntie, I need to go to the bathroom” She then looked at me with a smile and replied “Honey, thats what your diaper is for, just go in it and I will change both you and Amy when we get back. I wont be mad.” Once to the correct section the clerk asked “So, exactly what are you looking for? A rather discrete diaper or one that is much more absorbent?” then she glanced at me knowingly.
At this point I really couldn’t hold it anymore, I was already doing a little pee pee dance, then all of a sudden a trickle started to come out slowly into my diaper. Subconsciously I put my hand to my crotch and the flow became stronger. The warm sensation spread throughout my diaper and then down it into the back a bit as it was struggling to absorb the flow. Now everyone was looking at me and knew what happened, luckily Amy actually kept quiet but at this point in time Auntie chimed up “Well, I think what we need are the more adsorbent ones, can you show me what you have?” The clerk took everyone down to the absorbent line of diapers. I was now waddling a little bit due to the newness of the feeling of a wet diaper. It didn’t actually feel very bad, it was warm and comforting, but it was definitely a new experience and was a bit more difficult to walk in now that it was bloated up, the crinkling seem to be a little bit louder now, I knew the clerk had heard it. Once to the absorbent diapers the clerk stated “Well they are not really inconspicuous, but they will solve the problem. They also are pink and have very cute designs, much like a baby diaper made for larger individuals. I’m sure they would be more than enough to take care of the problems of who you had in mind.” with that she made a glance at me once again. My auntie said “Well they look good to me, and they are very cute also. I will take 3 packs of them.” The clerk responded “OK, no problem I will just take these up to the register and we can have you all done in a minute. I wouldn’t want to keep you or your little girls waiting.”
With that we all walked up to the front counter all the while I was waddling in my now wet diaper. It didn’t take long for Auntie to pay the lady and for us to walk out of the store. Once we reached the car Auntie told Amy to go ahead and get up on the seat so she could change her. She pulled out a fresh diaper, some wipes, and some powder from her diaper bag and proceeded to put Amy in a clean diaper. Once done she pulled down her sun dress and then buckled her into her car seat. Then she turned and looked at me "OK, hon, your next, just jump up here on the seat and lay down and I will be done with you in a jiffy. I hopped up and laid down, then she took off my shorts and now I displayed a clearly wet diaper. She untapped my used diaper and then opened up the new package of diapers she just got and slip it under my bum. Once she wiped me down satisfactorily, she decided to powder me up and taped on the new diaper. The new diaper was every bit as girlish and childish as Amy’s were, but it was a little bit bigger and even more padded. Auntie then pulled up my shorts which barely fit now and zipped and buttoned them. With a pat on my bottom she said “OK honey, you are ready and in a fresh new diaper. I bet those feel better because they are not as small.” She made a pat on my bottom and then bucked my seat belt. I noticed that my diaper was not only a bit more thick, but also road up my body a little bit more, there was even more plastic that could be seen peaking over my shorts. On top of that they seemed to have an even more obvious diaper crinkle. It was pretty much impossible to deny that I was in a diaper now, however, it was very comforting to have myself changed in a loving way, for some reason I actually felt really good about myself and my worries just seemed to melt away.