Baby Katrina by Woggie

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Chapter 1

Thinking back now on it all, I suppose my childhood was a little out of
the ordinary. My mother had divorced my father when I was only a few
months old so I grew up never knowing him. Our household consisted of
my mother and my older sister Beckie, who was seven years older than I
was and of course myself being the youngest. Growing up as a child
without a father and living in an entirely female household made me a
little different in the eyes of other boys my age. Our mother worked as
a hairstylist in a very expensive salon so hair was very important to
her.

She was never one to let the concept of societal ‘norms’ dissuade her
from raising her children as she saw fit, so she preferred to allow my
hair to get longer – even though I was a boy. Since both my mother and
sister had longer hair, I didn’t see anything wrong or different about
it so I never really gave it much thought. By the time I was 4, my
delicate shoulder-length hair and my small frame had the effect of
making me look very girlish. My mother even dressed me up in one of my
sister’s older dresses and had a photo taken which is still in the
family photo album to this day. Although I don’t remember the event, it
was apparently all in good fun and according to my mother and sister I
didn’t seem to mind.

When my sister turned 14, she became the designated babysitter while
our mother was working. We sometimes fought with each other as siblings
are prone to do because I really didn’t like the idea of having to do
everything she said when mom wasn’t home. As a result, I tended to keep
out of her way as best as I could. That summer I kept pretty much to
myself as far as other kids go. I was still smaller and thinner than
other boys my age and if not for the fact that I wore boys clothes, I
would have looked exactly like a small girl.

This may have been one of the reasons that I only made a few friends
among the neighborhood kids. Most other boys made me feel uncomfortable
to be around (even if they weren’t occasionally teasing me), so I
didn’t really mind. Beckie often had a few of her friends come over to
hang out during the day so if I wasn’t outside playing I usually stayed
in my room to give them space. Our mother was usually home from work by
late-afternoon when she would make dinner for us and then the 3 of us
would usually do something together like go to the park or go out to a
movie.

One day, while I was upstairs playing in my room, Beckie came
upstairs and knocked on my door and asked to come in. Until a short
while earlier, she and her friends had been in the living room for most
of the morning listening to music, laughing and having a general good
time. She asked me if I wanted to come downstairs and play a game with
them for awhile instead of staying in my room all by myself. While I
was pleasantly surprised by this, I was also a little confused since
this wasn’t normally like her. Although I didn’t understand why 3 older
girls might be interested in playing with a 7-year old (and a boy, no
less), I agreed and went downstairs with her.

When I got downstairs, I asked what sort of game they wanted to play
and noticed that her 2 friends, Samantha and Jessica, had been looking
through our family photo album and apparently had fixated on one photo
in particular. They said that they thought the photo of me when I was 4
was so cute that they all wanted to dress me up like that again. I
wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea, but Beckie pressured me to
play along or she might tell mom that I was misbehaving when she got
home. I reluctantly agreed and we all went down into the basement
recreation room. Beckie pulled a large box of her old clothes out of
the closet and then she and her friends started going through it.

It turned out that these were very old clothes of hers because they
were mostly sun-dresses and party dresses that only little girls would
wear. When they held them up against me they were quite surprised when
it appeared that they would fit me.

Before long, I was being dressed in one outfit after another with the
three of them taking extreme delight at each one. They thought it was
so cute and adorable the way that I looked and decided to fix up my
hair to further enhance the image. Although all the attention was nice,
I was getting concerned that they were getting so excited about
dressing me up and started to wonder when this game would finally be
over. They finished playing about with my hair and then brought a
mirror over to show me what I looked like and I was shocked at what I
saw.

They had tied my hair into a high ponytail and fastened it with a long,
pink ribbon that matched the dress I was wearing. While I was
transfixed by my image in the mirror, Beckie announces that she wants
to try to make me look REALLY cute and try a ‘slightly different look’
on me. While I wasn’t sure what she meant, I was pretty sure that I
wouldn’t like it too much judging by the knowing glances the three of
them were giving each other. I began to feel a little uneasy and asked
my sister if I could change my clothes and go back to playing in my
room.

Suddenly Beckie pulled a camera out from behind her back and quickly
started taking pictures of me. I freaked out and tried to run for
cover but her friends caught a hold of me and held onto me. Beckie
then explained that everyone was having too much fun to stop playing
and that I shouldn’t be a spoilsport and try to ruin it for them. She
also added that the pictures were only meant for fun, but if I gave her
reason to she might start passing them around the neighborhood.

While I didn’t have too many friends in the area, there were many kids
from our school that lived nearby and the thought of some of these
photos ending up in class scared the hell out of me. I reluctantly
agreed to keep playing their game and wondered how much worse it could
get.

Beckie and her friends told me that since I looked so cute and that she
was still officially my babysitter then they thought it would be nice
to see if they could make me look like a real baby. I didn’t understand
what they were getting at until Beckie pulled a box of old baby things
from the closet. Even then, I didn’t think that they were actually
serious until Samantha fished out some cloth diapers and a pair of pink
plastic pants. I saw them all giving knowing looks to each other when
it dawned on me that they must have had this planned from the start.

The dresses and the hairstyle were silly enough but there was no way
that they were going to put me in diapers. I made a dash for the door
but was easily caught by Jessica who, being the more athletic of the
three, was quite strong. She pulled me back to the center of the room
where she and Samantha held me down while my sister prepared the
diapers. Beckie lifted up the hem of my dress, removed my panties and
then slid the diaper under me with one hand while holding my ankles
with the other.

In spite of my struggles they were far too strong for me so there was
no way I was getting loose. When I started crying and pleading with
Beckie not to do this to me, she and her friends spoke baby-talk to me
while Beckie was pinning the diapers in place. She worked the plastic
pants up my legs, then they rolled me onto my stomach and pulled them
into place over the diaper. I was then released and was not surprised
when Beckie started to take more pictures of me. Not knowing what else
I could do, I remember I just sat there and cried softly while they
oohhed and ahhed over me.

They kept saying, “Don’t cry, baby” and other assorted baby-talk to try
to lift my spirits a little. Beckie told me that if I was a good baby
for the rest of the day and did everything she asked, no one would ever
see the photos and they’d even take me out for ice cream later.

Since it was now lunchtime, Beckie and her friends decided to bring the
baby upstairs and we’d all have lunch together. When I stood up, I
immediately noticed that the diaper was so thick that I couldn’t walk
very well. In the mirror I saw that the dress was short to begin
with, but with diapers on underneath there was no way that it was going
to completely cover my behind. When I tried to follow them out of the
room, the thickness between my legs forced a baby-like waddle in my
steps which I was making as carefully as I could to maintain my
balance. Beckie and her friends chided me and told me to hurry up but
I kept losing my balance and frequently fell back to the carpet.

My sister then said, “Maybe our little baby girl should try crawling
if she’s still too little to walk?”

I was getting so frustrated in my attempts to stay on my feet that I
decided it might be safer if I did just that. Samantha and Jessica then
started giggling uncontrolably as I began to make my way across the
floor after them. After a moment or two, Jessica then walked over to
me, picked me up and then carried me up the stairs.

“What a cute little baby girl you are!” she said.

“My name is Peter! I’m not a girl, or a baby!” I said indignantly.

“Well you sure look like one now,” said Samantha, “and a very pretty
one, too!”

As much as I hated to admit it, they did have a point. They had
made me up so well that I looked just like a cute little girl. The
diapers that my little dress only partially covered made me look just
like a baby and since I couldn’t walk very well in them I had to be
carried or crawl just like a baby. Beckie had made it clear that I was
to be a baby girl for the rest of the day, so I was resigned to my fate
and wondered what else they had planned for me.

Jessica carried me into the living room and sat down on the sofa with
me on her lap. Samantha came and sat down beside us and the two of them
began to tickle me while Beckie fixed lunch for us. This attention
certainly surprised me and it was quite a big change from how they’d
been treating me in the rec-room. I was having a pretty good time with
them and almost forgot the situation I was in until my sister walked in
from the kitchen with a baby bottle full of warm milk. I didn’t like
the idea of having to drink from a baby bottle but compared to having
to wear diapers it was only a minor embarassment.

Jessica passed me over to Samantha who laid me back in her lap and
began to feed the bottle to me while she got up to help with lunch.
After I had finished drinking the bottle, lunch was ready so Samantha
carried me into the kitchen where they already had a high-chair set up.
They lifted me into it, fixed the tray in place and then started
serving lunch.

While the girls were all eating sandwiches, I was presented with a
plate of mashed potatoes which Beckie insisted on spoon-feeding to me.
After lunch, Jessica took me back into the living room where she fed
me another bottle of milk while my sister and Samantha went back down
to the rec-room to ‘get baby’s room ready’. When I had finished it
wasn’t necessary to burp me, but Jessica still held me to her shoulder
and gently rubbed my back. She kept this up for awhile and started
humming softy to me. It felt really good and after the way this little
adventure had started for me it was very comforting. So, I relaxed a
bit in her arms.

I began to feel pretty drowsy and I guess I must have dozed off a
little because I wasn’t aware of Jessica carrying me downstairs until
we’d entered the rec-room. When we entered the room I saw that they
had put my old crib together and obviously meant to put me down in it.

“It’s time for the pretty baby to take her afternoon nap,” said Beckie.
“If you lie down and go to sleep for a little while like a good little
girl we’ll take you out afterwards for that ice cream I promised.”

This was all starting to take its toll on me so I started getting
upset again.

“I don’t take afternoon naps anymore! Even if I still did, I wouldn’t
sleep in a crib!”

I started to squirm in Jessica’s arms and began to yell for them to put
me down and let me go back to wearing my regular clothes again. Beckie
just smiled back at me and I felt Jessica’s grip on me tighten.
Samantha reached over and put a large pacifier in my mouth –
effectively muting my protests – and then held it in place while my
sister tied its ribbon securely behind my head.

“You will lie down and take your nap in the crib or I will put you
across my knee and spank the daylights out of you!” She said as she
took me from Jessica and lowered me into the crib. “If you try to take
that out of your mouth, we’ll give you a severe spanking and then tie
you up and leave you in there until mom comes home. Just behave
yourself and take your nap like a good little baby.”

With that, she lifted the gate up into position and dimmed the lights.
They all went into the next room and left the door slightly open so
they could occasionally check on me. I was left alone in my crib
feeling pretty miserable and wondered when all this would end. I didn’t
doubt that she’d make good on her threat of giving me a spanking so I
decided it would be better to just do what she said. Shortly I began to
feel a strong urge to pee. All that milk I drank earlier was starting
to have an effect on me.

There weren’t any bathrooms downstairs and if I tried to leave the crib
they’d catch me and probably spank me. The only thing I could do was
wait until they came and let me out of the crib. As I waited, the urge
was getting stronger and I was starting to get desperate. If they
didn’t come soon I was going to wet my pants. Then it dawned on me… I
was wearing diapers! Surely they didn’t really expect me to use them as
well?

The pressure got worse and I decided that, spanking or not, I had to
try to get to a bathroom. Dressing me up and playing these silly games
was bad enough but I didn’t honestly believe that I would be expected
to wet my diapers like a baby. I stood up and was in the process of
crawling over the top of the gate when the door suddenly opened and the
three of them charged in.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?!” my sister yelled
at me.

I tried to tell her that I had to go to the bathroom but the pacifier
in my mouth was still stopping me from making any recognizable words.

“I warned you what would happen if you misbehaved! You are a naughty
girl and you’ve just earned yourself a spanking!”

At that moment my fear got the better me, I lost control of myself and
started flooding my diapers. Samantha and Jessica held me still while
Beckie brought a chair in from the next room. After she sat down in it
I was dragged forward over her lap and held with my arms pinned behind
my back as Beckie began to lift up my dress. She noticed my diapers
were sagging and put one of her fingers up under a leg opening of the
plastic panties. She immediately realized what had happened.

“You really ARE a baby, aren’t you? Is that why you tried to get out of
your crib?” she asked.

I nodded my head.

“You should have waited for us to come and change you instead of
disobeying us and trying to escape!” She then pulled my plastic pants
down, unpinned my diapers and began spanking me. It was more
embarassing than painful to be spanked like that by her in front of her
two friends, but I was crying hard just the same. The pacifier in my
mouth muffled my cries as I tried to tell her to stop, but it was no
use. Once she had finished, I was changed into dry diapers and then
placed back in the crib. She kissed me on the forehead, wiped a few
tears off my face and then raised the gate back up again.

“I’m sorry that I had to spank you like that,” she said. “I know
you’re upset but be a good baby and try to go to sleep for awhile.
When you wake up you’ll feel much better and maybe we’ll still take you
out for ice cream.”

I was still pretty upset but I closed my eyes anyways and hoped that
all this would go away. Jessica began humming softly to me again and I
felt my back being gently rubbed once more. I began to relax and then
drifted off to sleep. I had probably only slept for no more than an
hour or so when they came back and gently woke me up.

“There’s our good little girl!” my sister said, “I’ll bet you’re
thirsty by now. If you promise to behave we can take that pacifier out
of your mouth and give you something to drink.”

I nodded my head and felt relieved as I felt them untying the ribbon.
The pacifier came out and was quickly replaced by a bottle full of
apple juice which I gratefully drank down. When I finished, Jessica
lifted me out of the crib and carried me back upstairs to the living
room. Not being sure what was to happen next, I just sat quietly on her
lap and waited. Samantha sat down next to us and started to paint my
fingernails with pink nail polish while my sister touched up my hair.

“Since you are behaving yourself like a good baby,” Beckie began,
“we’ve decided to take you out like we promised”.

I panicked as I realized that they meant to take me out dressed as a
baby but I didn’t want to make them angry by resisting or they might
do something worse. I only hoped that they did such a convincing job on
my appearance that no one would recognize me.

“Such a good little baby girl needs a name that sounds as pretty as
she looks,” said Samantha. “How about we call her baby Katrina or Katie
for short?”

“Katie it is!” my sister said. “Now lets get going so our baby girl
can get some fresh air”.

Jessica carried me out into the garage where I saw that they had put a
baby stroller together for me. Once I was settled in and the straps
were done up, we were on our way. I was mortified that someone might
recognize me but no one did. Once we were right outside the ice cream
store, Beckie crouched down next to me and reminded me that I was a
baby and babies aren’t supposed to talk much. This was the ice cream
shop that we normally went to with our mother and if I was recognized I
was sure mom would find out about it, so I decided the less I said the
better.

Beckie already knew what my favorite ice cream was, so there wouldn’t
be any need to say anything anyways. Jessica took over pushing the
stroller and we all went inside. The shopkeeper was a really nice old
man whom we’d seen many times before, so he recognized Beckie and her
friends but fortunately didn’t know who I was. My sister explained that
Jessica was babysitting her little cousin and they all decided to take
her for some ice cream.

“My my, what a pretty little thing she is!” he said as he came out from
behind the counter. He crouched down next to me and said, “What’s your
name, sweetheart?”

I gave him a nervous smile and said, “Katie” in the smallest voice I
could while trying not to meet his gaze.

“No need to be shy, child,” he said as he handed me an ice cream cone.
“I believe this is your favorite… try not to spill it on that pretty
dress of yours!”

My sister and her friends let out a large gasp and I turned beet red.
He knew. My sister and her friends got their orders and we all started
to leave the store when the old man looked down at me with a smile and
then said to my sister, “Don’t you worry about a thing. He looks just
precious. Anytime you girls want to bring little Katie back, the ice
cream is on me.” With that, he held the door open for us and we left.

I wasn’t sure what to think at that point. He obviously knew who I was
but he seemed to be pleasantly surprised. Was he going to keep my
secret or would he tell my mother the next time we went in there? My
sister told me not to worry about it, so I sat there and quietly
finished my ice cream as we all went across the street into the park.
Beckie spread a blanket out on the grass for us while Jessica and
Samantha freed me from the stroller. The diaper still made walking
difficult so, much to the girls’ delight, I had to crawl onto the
blanket. A few people passed by us and commented what a pretty little
girl I was, but no one else seemed to recognize me. Samantha, Jessica
and my sister took turns tickling and playing with me for the next
little while until finally it was time for us to head back to our
house.

Our mother would be home within the hour so it was time to put all the
baby things away and clean up the house. Beckie sat me in front of the
TV with ‘one last bottle’ to watch cartoons as she and her friends
tidied up. When they were finished, Jessica and Samantha each gave me a
kiss on the cheek and a big hug to thank me for making their day so
much fun.

Once they left, Beckie brought me up to my room where she helped me out
of the dress and the diapers. After some quick work with a hairbrush
and some nailpolish remover, I was pretty much back to normal. It felt
good to finally have my own clothes to wear again but I realized that I
sort of missed the secure feeling that the other clothes gave me.

Beckie had already washed the diaper that I’d wet while I was taking my
nap, so everything was back in its proper place when our mother came
home. Everything seemed back to normal, and after dinner Mom took us
out for a walk in the park, followed by a stop in our favorite ice
cream store. Both Beckie and I felt a little uneasy as the old man
greeted us with our mother, but he didn’t say a thing about our earlier
visit. As we were leaving, he mentioned to Beckie that he told his wife
all about that adorable little girl that her friend Jessica was
babysitting and wanted to know if she might have Jessica bring her in
to meet his wife sometime. I paled as Beckie promised to pass on the
message and gave the old man a wink as we left the store.

“He’s such a nice man,” my mother said. “Rebecca, which little girl
was he talking about?”

“Jessica’s little cousin, Katrina” my sister replied. “Jessie and Sam
brought her by the house today”.

“What a pretty name… Do you think Jessie will let me meet her too?”

“Well Mom, I think she’s already gone back home with her parents, but
you never know… she might come to visit again!”

Behind our mother, I almost choked on my ice cream but Beckie gave me a
reassuring pat on the back. In spite of everything that had happened it
was good to know that Beckie drew the line at letting my mother in on
it. Upon reflection, my day as Baby Katie wasn’t quite as bad as I
thought. In retrospect, I ended up having more fun than I’d ever dare
admit to my sister. Knowing her as I did, I knew that she’d have me
back in diapers and dresses as soon as she could because this game was
even more fun for her and her friends. When the weekend came, the game
took an unexpected twist. While we were seated at breakfast Mom asked
my sister about Jessica’s little cousin again.

“I’m not sure when she’s coming to visit Jessie again, Mom, but I’ll
ask her if you’d like,” said my sister.

“Oh don’t worry about it, Rebecca… I’m sure that I’ll get a chance
to meet that little girl soon enough,” my mother said with an enigmatic
smile.

She then placed an envelope on the table and told us to clear the
dishes while she had her Saturday morning bath. As she was leaving the
kitchen she said over her shoulder, “By the way kids, remind me later
to buy more film for the camera.” Beckie and I looked at each other
with shock and then looked into the envelope on the table. Inside were
various photos from last month’s trip to the zoo and several pictures
of a cute little girl dressed in diapers and a pink party dress.

Chapter 2 – ‘Mom meets Baby Katie’

I couldn’t believe it! Beckie had forgotten to take the film out of the
camera and my mother went and had it developed. I could hear mom
running the water upstairs for her bath and wondered what was going to
happen when she finished.

“We’re in serious trouble, Beckie! Mom is probably going to ground us
for the rest of the summer and it’s all your fault!”

“Don’t be too sure, Peter,” my sister said, “She doesn’t appear to be
angry about it, so just keep quiet when she comes back downstairs and
let me do the explaining.”

We finished loading the dishwasher and then sat down to look the
pictures over again. While I certainly remembered the photos being
taken, it was still hard to believe that it was me dressed up like a
little baby girl in the pictures.

“I’m going to tell her that we were just playing a game, so just back
me up and agree with everything I say,” said my sister.

“YOU were the one playing a game, not me!” I retorted. “I don’t want
Mom thinking that I wanted to be put in diapers and then dressed up
like some kind of doll.”

My sister suddenly gave me a mischievous look and said, “It doesn’t
look like anyone was forcing you in these pictures. In fact, I’m sure
that by the end of the day you were having as much fun as we were.
Don’t forget I’m still in charge when Mom’s not home and if you don’t
go along with my story then you’ll be sorry once she goes back to work
on Monday”.

Although I couldn’t imagine how she would be able to top what she and
her friends did with me earlier in the week, I was sure that she wasn’t
kidding and she’d come up with something worse if I didn’t go along
with her. We went into the living room and watched TV for awhile until
my mother finished her bath.

My mother came into the living room a short while later, sat down in
the big chair and said, “So, I assume you’ve looked at the photographs.
I was quite surprised when I first saw them. Although Peter looked very
cute and convincing as baby girl, I know that he couldn’t have done it
without some assistance. Would you two care to explain yourselves?”

“Jessie and Sam saw the picture of Peter in the dress when he was 4 in
the photo album,” my sister began. “We asked him if we could try
dressing him up again and he agreed. We were all having a lot of fun
and when we found the box of baby things we got a little carried away,
but Peter didn’t mind.”

“So Peter,” my mother asked, “You were just playing with your sister
and her friends and they didn’t force you in any way?”

“No Mom,” I said. I could feel my sister staring intently at me while I
answered. “We were all just playing a make-believe game.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” said my mother. “You must have really
been enjoying yourself if you would go all the way to Mr. Jensen’s Ice
Cream Store dressed up like that.”

I started to panic, not knowing what to say in response. Beckie
immediately jumped in and said, “We all thought that he made such a
convincing little girl that we wanted to see if we could get away with
going out for a walk without anyone figuring it out.”

“And you went along with this too, Peter?” asked my mother.

I could still feel Beckie staring hard at me so I nervously swallowed
and just nodded. Beckie was right about Mom not being angry so it
didn’t appear that we were going to be in any trouble over it, but I
had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be the end of it.

“Well, since it’s okay with Peter then I guess there’s no harm done,”
my mother said. “You did look so adorable in that outfit, so since it
was all in plain fun, I have a small favour to ask.”

I began to feel very uneasy as I waited to hear what she wanted.
Whatever it was, I knew it wasn’t likely to be a ‘small favour’.

“Rebecca, I want to meet the cute little girl that charmed everyone so
well earlier this week. Would you two consider playing some more make-
believe with me today?”

“Sure mom,” said Beckie with what sounded like excitement in her voice
“We’d love to!”

Great, I thought. Mom thinks that I liked the baby treatment and wants
me to be dressed up for her now. She sent us downstairs to ‘get Baby
Katrina ready’ while she went upstairs to finish drying her hair. When
Beckie and I got downstairs, she immediately pulled the boxes out of
the closet and told me to start getting undressed. After she got all
the necessary clothes out of the box, I notice that she had also
included the diapers as part of the wardrobe.

“Come on Beckie!” I said, “Mom didn’t tell us I had to dress in diapers
again too!”

“We have to make it look convincing, Peter. You have to look as good as
those photos we made of you and you’d better act like you’re enjoying
it.”

She didn’t have to remind me of her previous threat of what might
happen later this week, so I laid down on the carpet and let her pin
the diapers on me again. She didn’t make the diaper as thick as she had
before, so once she pulled the plastic pants up over it, I was able to
walk around without too much difficulty. Next came the little dress,
which was still too short to completely cover up my diapered behind. We
had to go back up to her room so she could finish styling my hair as it
had been before, and told our mother not to peek until we were done.
After my hair was touched up and tied into its high ponytail with the
pink ribbon, Beckie decided to add a little bit of makeup to my cheeks
to make them look a little rosier. The nail polish was once again
applied to my fingers and after a few last once-overs I was ready to be
re-introduced as Baby Katie again.

Beckie called down to our mother that we were ready and we started to
make our way down the stairs. I discovered that although the diapers
weren’t as thick as they were before, I still had difficulty walking
down the stairs so Beckie held my hand to keep me balanced. Our mother
appeared at the bottom of the stairs with the camera and took a picture
of us.

“Ohhh! He looks so adorable!” My mother shrieked with delight, “Come
here sweetie, let mommy get a good look at you!”

Once at the bottom of the stairs, I toddled over to Mom and she
immediately picked me up and started spinning around the room with me.
“You are so precious! It’s been years since we’ve had such a beautiful
baby in the house!” She told Beckie to start taking lots of pictures
while she continued to move around with me in her arms. Beckie looked
like she was REALLY enjoying the situation and was more than happy to
comply.

“You are just the cutest little thing! The photos are nice but it
doesn’t compare to having a real little baby to cuddle with!” my mother
said while smothering me with kisses.

“Would you like me to prepare a bottle of milk for the baby, Mom?”
asked my sister with a sly grin.

“Oh! That’s a wonderful idea. Would you like some nice milk to drink,
Katie?”

I was still in a daze from everything so I nodded, not knowing what
else I could do. Beckie fetched a bottle from the downstairs and was
preparing it in the kitchen while my mother sat down on the sofa with
me.

“You know, Peter” she said in a more calmed tone of voice, “You really
are something in that outfit. Your longer hair makes you look far more
convincing as a girl than a boy. I can see why Rebecca and her friends
had so much fun with you earlier this week!”

Beckie brought the bottle in and my mother laid me back in her arms and
fed it to me. Beckie took a few more photos and said, “She is so cute,
Mom. Can little Katie spend the rest of the weekend with us?”

Mom looked thoughtful for a moment and then said that it would be up to
me, but she’d certainly love to have such a pretty baby in the house
for the weekend. Since Mom was looking down at me while I was drinking
from the baby bottle, she wasn’t able to see the threatening gestures
that Beckie was making at me from behind her.

“Would you like that, sweetie? Would you be willing to be mommy’s
precious little baby girl for the weekend?” I didn’t like the idea of
being a baby for the entire weekend, but I knew I couldn’t refuse. Mom
seemed to be having so much fun that I didn’t want to disappoint her.
Besides if I had, Beckie would make sure I regretted it once Mom went
back to work. Since I couldn’t answer with the bottle still in my mouth
I nodded. Mom seemed quite pleased with my answer and gave me a big
hug.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty much the same. Mom played with
me a lot and occasionally she and Beckie would take turns tickling me.
Later, she cuddled up with me on the sofa while we watched a Disney
movie on TV. After the movie we had dinner and fortunately it wasn’t as
embarrassing an ordeal as it had been earlier in the week. Mom didn’t
have the highchair setup – it probably didn’t occur to her and for
some reason Beckie decided not to mention it. I sat in my regular seat
at the kitchen table, but for some reason Mom forgot to give me
utensils. She gave a surprised laugh when I pointed it out, but then
only gave me a spoon to eat with. As expected, I had a baby bottle full
of juice instead of a glass to drink from and partway through dinner
Mom wanted to try spoon feeding a little of my dinner to me.

Fortunately she only did this for a few mouthfuls, but Beckie was quick
with the camera to make sure it would be remembered. After dinner, Mom
didn’t have me help with clearing the table as I usually did and simply
carried me into the living room to sit in front of the TV while she and
Beckie did it. When they had finished, they told me to stay in the
living room ‘like a good baby’ while they took care of a few things in
the downstairs. It sounded like they were moving a lot of things around
down in the rec-room and I was curious what they were up to. Mom and
Beckie made a lot of trips from the rec-room up to Mom’s room and then
they stayed in Mom’s room for awhile.

When they came back downstairs, Mom announced that she wanted to go out
to the park with us and told Beckie to go into the garage and set up my
old stroller. Since I’d already had to endure this once before, the
idea of it wasn’t quite as scary as before. Mom put a little sweater on
me to keep my arms from getting cold and then carried me into the
garage where Beckie was waiting with the stroller. As before, I was
buckled in and then we were on our way.

On our way to the park, Mom and Beckie took particular interest in the
baby clothes on display in a store window and made comments to each
other about how cute certain outfits might look on me. Fortunately we
didn’t go in and we kept going. I wasn’t surprised to see that we were
headed to Mr. Jensen’s Ice Cream Store. Since my mother now obviously
knew about Baby Katie there wasn’t much to fear this time. My only
worry was that, it being a weekend, there might be a lot of people in
there and possibly even some kids I knew. Fortunately luck was still
with me and there was only one family in there and they were leaving
just as we were going in.

Upon entering the store, Mr. Jensen took notice of us immediately and
was a little surprised to see our mother with us. He greeted us and
then asked my mother how she liked meeting Baby Katie. My mother told
him that she was surprised, but since she was convinced that the kids
were just playing that she thought it was really cute.

“I asked the kids if it was okay to have Baby Katie stay with us this
weekend and I’m happy to say that they both thought it was a great
idea,” said my mother.

“Well, she certainly is a pretty little thing. I was hoping that she’d
come back again so my wife could meet her. Would it be alright with you
if I called her down?” asked Mr. Jensen.

My mother told him that she would be delighted and a few minutes later
Mrs. Jensen was down in front of the counter, amazed at how I looked.

“What a cute little girl!” She said as she tickled me under my chin. I
giggled in spite of myself and was surprised by another camera flash by
Beckie.

“Yes, she certainly is” said Mr. Jensen. “As promised, ice cream today
is on the house in honour of our special little visitor.” Then, in
spite of my mother’s protests, he promptly served each of us a double-
scoop of our favorite flavours. It came as no surprise that he didn’t
need to ask me what mine was. While the adults were talking about me,
Beckie crouched down next to me and teased me about me being such a big
hit as a baby girl.

“Jessie and Sam are never going to believe this,” she said, “They’re
definitely going to want to come back over this week to play with you,
especially when I tell them you’ve had all weekend to get used to it”.

“Please, Beckie,” I whispered back “I don’t want to keep doing this.
Someone from my school will definitely find out if we keep this up for
much longer!”

“Oh come on,” she replied, “You must like all of the attention you’re
getting! Besides, no one else has to know as long as we’re careful.”

Mom and the Jensens finished their conversation, then we all said
goodbye and left the store. On the way home, Mom remembered that she
needed to pick up some groceries, so we stopped in at the local
supermarket. Whenever we go to the grocery store I always like to ride
on the front of the shopping cart, but this time Mom decided to place
me in the seat. I wasn’t surprised to hear Mom and Beckie making a few
playful comments when we passed through the baby aisle, but fortunately
Mom didn’t decide to buy anything. What was surprising was that among
our other purchases, she bought twice the amount of milk that she
usually does. I got a little nervous again when we got to the checkout
line, but that went as it usually did and no one seemed to give me a
second glance.

The walk home was otherwise pretty uneventful. Other than the fact
that I was dressed as I was and in a baby stroller, nothing seemed out
of the ordinary. Unlike earlier in the week, it was different this
time. I guess not having to worry about Mom finding out made a big
difference because I found it a lot easier to relax this time. When we
got back to our house, Beckie let me out of the stroller and brought me
into the living room while Mom put our groceries away.

“You know Peter, Mom is REALLY having a lot of fun playing with you
like this,” she said, “She obviously isn’t going to make you do this
forever, so why not just play along with it for the weekend?”

“Well,” I said, “It isn’t as bad as I thought it would be but I don’t
like the idea of having to wear diapers all weekend.”

“She isn’t likely to make you use them unless for some reason she
thinks that you need to. Just try not to wet yourself like you did
earlier in the week and you should be okay,” she said with a smirk.

“That was YOUR fault! I had to go to the bathroom and you wouldn’t let
me!”

Beckie just laughed at that and then suggested that I was just trying
to put blame on her to avoid embarassment. “There was no harm done
though, was there Katie? If you hadn’t been wearing a diaper it could
have been much worse!”

Just then Mom came in from the kitchen with a plate full of cookies for
us and some milk to go with them. Not surprisingly, my milk was served
in a baby bottle. After the cookies and milk were finished, Mom held me
in her lap for awhile and we watched some more TV. When the program was
over, she announced that it was time for us to start getting ready for
bed and then she got up and carried me with her up the stairs. When we
got to the top of the stairs, I was surprised that she headed towards
her own room instead of mine but I found out why as soon as we entered.

It was immediately obvious what she and Beckie had been doing earlier
that afternoon. They had brought my crib up from its storage in the
basement and now it was fully set up in Mom’s room. I was shocked, but
I knew that I couldn’t say anything because I was expected to play
along. She sat down on her bed with me and asked if it was okay that
Mommy wanted her little baby close to her that night. I guess it
wouldn’t be all that terrible so I told her it was okay. She started to
help me remove the dress to get ready for my bath and then I suddenly
noticed that she had slipped a finger under a leg band of the plastic
pants.

She looked a little puzzled when she saw me blushing and then she gave
a little laugh. She apologized and explained that it was just a
mother’s instinct to check if her baby’s diaper needed changing or not.
Needless to say, the diaper was NOT wet so that probably brought her
back to reality. She had me lie down while she removed my diapers, then
brought me into bathroom and started running the bathwater for me. She
left so I could use the toilet and after I was finished, she returned
and had me get into the tub.

Mom didn’t usually bathe me since I was 7, but once in awhile she would
and that night she decided to. I always loved playing in the bathtub
and Mom always made bathtime even more fun. After she washed me and
played with me awhile, she wrapped me in a large towel and carried me
back off to her room again. I noticed that there were some more diapers
folded on her bed and in very short order Mom had pinned me into them
and pulled another pair of plastic pants over them. I was surprised
that she wanted to diaper me for the night, but since I had already
used the washroom it was obviously only meant as part of Baby Katie’s
weekend visit. Beckie came in while Mom was patting my hair dry and
handed mom one of her old nighties. As soon as I was dressed in it, I
noticed that at least it was longer than the dress I was wearing that
day so my diapers wouldn’t be showing. Beckie couldn’t resist one more
photograph with the family camera and then she headed off to have a
shower.

After Mom finished drying my hair, she set it into a pair of pigtails
and then set me down inside the crib. After she got me settled under
the covers, she said she’d be right back and left the room for a few
minutes. When she returned, she had brought a storybook from my room
and a warm bottle of milk. I was starting to think that Beckie had a
point earlier – I really was starting to like all of this attention.
By the time Beckie had finished her shower, I had finished the milk and
was getting really sleepy. Mom had stopped reading to me at some point
and was gently stroking my hair and humming softly to me until I fell
asleep.

Chapter 3 - ‘Shopping with Katie’

Although I slept extremely well that night, I awoke to a curious
sensation the next morning. I opened my eyes and noticed that Mom was
standing over me and pulling down my plastic pants. At first I thought
that perhaps the baby game was over but that wasn’t the case. I suddenly
became aware that my diaper was WET and she was in the process of changing
me!

“Ah… So little Katie is finally awake!” she said.

The reality of what had happened hit me and I started to cry. She
thought that we were only playing some game for fun, but I ended up wetting
my diapers in the night just like a real baby.

“Ohhh… Don’t cry Katie, it’s okay,” she said to try to soothe me. “I
probably gave you too much to drink last night before bed, so try to cheer
up a little”

Mom had found the pacifier that the girls used on me earlier that week
and put it in my mouth while she finished changing me into a dry diaper. I
was so embarassed, but also confused as to why Mom wasn’t angry with me for
wetting myself. In fact, she seemed quite cheerful as she was fitting a
new pair of plastic pants over the diaper.

“There, that’s better! Now my baby is nice and dry and ready to come
downstairs for her breakfast.” She then lifted me out of the crib and carried
me downstairs with her to the kitchen.

Beckie was already seated at the kitchen table and had a bit of a smirk
on her face as Mom put me down in my seat. I took the pacifier out of my
mouth but didn’t say anything while Beckie and our mother were talking
about what fun things they should do with the baby that day.

“I think we should do a little shopping this afternoon for some more nice
clothes for Katie,” said my mother.

That statement caught me a little off-guard and before I could answer
Beckie said, “That’d be GREAT, Mom! We should try to look into some of
those stores that we saw yesterday!”

While my sister and my mother chattered away about our impending
shopping expedition, my head was spinning so much from this latest development
that I practically had to hold onto the sides of the chair to keep myself
upright. This was all so confusing. Although I wasn’t all that normal a
kid according to the few friends I had, I thought that being turned into a
baby girl was just too bizarre to sink in. Yet, in less than a week that
seems to be what has been happening. What started off as a one-sided game
with my sister and her friends has so far turned into a full-time reality.
Although they did say that it was only for the weekend. Why would they want
to be going shopping for more baby clothes?

I suddenly became aware of the fact that it was very quiet at the
table. I focussed my attention back to my mother and my sister and noticed
that they were both staring at me and smiling. I didn’t understand why
they were doing that until I realized that I had picked up a baby bottle
full of juice that my mother had put down in front of me and had
instinctively drank down half of it before I knew I was doing it. I blushed,
quickly took it out of my mouth and placed back on the table in front of me.

“What’s the matter Katie,” my mother asked. “Aren’t you thirsty?”

“Well… yes, I am I guess… but…”

“Ohhh! You’re just soooo cute! Don’t be so shy about drinking from your
bottle. You’re our adorable little baby girl and you don’t have to worry
about anything!” Mom then lifted me onto her lap and gave me a big hug.

At that point I wasn’t sure which was bothering me more, the fact that
I’d been drinking out of a baby bottle without realizing what I was doing
or that I was starting to respond to a girl’s name. I didn’t even want to
THINK about the fact that it was necessary for my mother to change me into
a dry diaper that morning.

Mom let me down off her lap, handed me the bottle and said “Go upstairs
with Rebecca and she’ll get you washed up and dressed for going out today.”
With that, she gave my diapered behind a quick pat to hurry me along and
then went to the business of clearing the table.

Beckie took ahold of my hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom. As
she was helping me out of my nightgown she noticed that I was wearing
different plastic pants over my diapers than those I’d had on when Mom put
me to bed last night.

“Did Mom have to change you this morning? Omigod… this is SO funny!
Wait 'til I tell Sam and Jess about this!”

“No! Please Beckie, don’t tell them! I didn’t mean for it to happen…
honest I didn’t!”

“SURE you didn’t, Katie. Just like you didn’t mean to wet yourself when we
had you in diapers before, right? I’ll bet you really like wetting your
diapers and are just pretending that it’s an accident.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!! It was YOUR fault that first time and…” I was unable to
finish as she had picked up my bottle and stuffed the nipple into my mouth.

“Listen, you be a nice little baby girl and don’t give your big sister any
more trouble and maybe things will go a lot easier for you. All I have to
do is tell Mom that you wet your diapers earlier in the week and she might
decide to keep you in them for longer than just this weekend. Now, finish your
bottle, be quiet and let me get you cleaned up.”

I got really worried that she might in fact have a point and thought it
best not to argue with her. I sat down and watched quietly while she ran a
bath for me. After I’d finished the bottle, my bath was ready and Beckie
had me stand up while she removed my diapers. Usually I use the toilet
before I get into the bath but for some reason I didn’t feel the need to
this time – likely because I’d already wet during the night. So, I shook
my head when Beckie asked me if I needed to go and then she promptly picked
me up and put me in the tub.

Beckie had given me a bath once or twice before when I was a little
younger, but it felt really weird this time. I didn’t dare say so with her
recent warning still echoing in my ears, so I just stayed quiet and let her
wash me. Just as before, my hair was taken down and carefully washed and
then I was wrapped in a large towel and carried off into our mother’s room.
After putting me down on our mother’s bed I wasn’t at all surprised to see
Beckie coming at me with the baby powder and some fresh diapers. She
quickly pinned me into them and then covered them with the same plastic
pants I’d been wearing at breakfast.

As we headed back into her own room she said, “You are small for your age
Katie, but you’re still a little large for most of the baby things downstairs
in storage. I think we’ll have to buy some more diapers and plastic pants for
you today.” For some reason this didn’t surprise me, but I still didn’t want
to say anything. The reality of the situation was that even if this baby game
with our mother was only temporary, I knew that Beckie and her friends would
have me dressed up and diapered a lot in the weeks to come, so angering her
would definitely be a bad idea.

Beckie had chosen a more complete outfit for me this time. Along with
a yellow dress that tied in the back with a large ribbon there were also tights
and shiny black shoes – which I later learned were called ‘Mary Janes’.
After I was dressed, Beckie touched up my nail polish and then put my hair
into a ‘French Braid’. She applied a small amount of makeup to my face and
then spun me around to face the mirror. Once again, I was absolutely
stunned by the face that I saw. Although I expected to see the face of a
girl in the mirror, at least this girl now looked a little older and not so
much like a large toddler. I was thankful that my dress went down to my
knees and did a far better job of hiding my diapers than the other dress
did. Although I looked closer to my actual age (but not quite) I was still
definitely female in appearance.

I snapped out of my daze as Becky grabbed my hand and marched me back
downstairs to show me off to our mother. I must’ve been getting used to
having to walk with diapers on because I found the trip downstairs a lot
easier than it had previously been. Mom complimented Beckie on her
handiwork and told me to sit on the couch and watch TV for a little while
while the two of them got ready to take me out shopping.

They both came back downstairs a little while later and we were ready
to go. Due to the fact that I was not quite as little a girl as the day
before, they told me that I didn’t have to ride in the stroller and that we
would all walk. This was such a relief to me that the idea of going
outside suddenly didn’t bother me nearly as much as it had before. In
fact, I was so relieved that I almost forgot that I was still in diapers.
That in itself raised another question… if I was supposed to be a little
more grown up now, why did I still have to wear diapers?

The walk outside was actually more enjoyable than I’d thought it would
be, all things considered. Since I’d spent all of the previous day being
pushed in a stroller and otherwise carried like a baby, it felt really good
to get to properly stretch my legs. The only problem was that every step I
took kept reminding me of the diapers I was wearing under my dress. When
we got to the first of the stores that we’d seen while window shopping the
previous day, I started getting nervous again. Mom took ahold of my hand,
told me not to worry and in we went.

I’d never been in this store before because it seemed to only sell all
ages of girl’s clothing. Beckie separated from us and headed off into the
teenager section, probably looking for things more to her own tastes. Mom
took me to the young girl’s section and started to pick out cute little
dresses to try on. We entered a changing room and she had me wear a few of
her selections and never once seemed to pay any attention to the fact that
I was standing in front of her in no more than diapers under my tights.
After my mother decided what to buy, I was dressed back in my yellow dress
again and we met Beckie at the front desk to pay for our purchases. While
the sales lady was ringing up our purchases, she kept sneaking quick looks
at me and gave a little smile when she saw me blushing.

“My she’s a shy little thing, isn’t she? What’s your name sweetie?”

“Katie”, I answered in my small voice.

“It looks like your mother’s bought some very pretty clothes for you. I’ll
bet you just can’t wait to get home and try them on, right?”

I blushed some more and just nodded my head. While my mother was
paying for all the clothes – including a couple of skirts that Beckie
wanted – I thought a little more about my reaction to the lady’s question.
Although I did nod to keep up appearances and to avoid saying any more than
I had to, a part of me really DID want to get home and try on those new
clothes. That was a confusing thought… why would I be looking forward to
trying on girls clothes? Because I made a more convincing girl appearance
than the boy I was supposed to look like. This was a truth that was
becoming more apparent to me in the last few days and I could no longer
deny it. A girl… no one has any doubt that I’m anything other than a
young girl. I remember there were a few times when I was mistaken for a
girl even when I was dressed in my usual boy’s clothing, but this is
something entirely different. There is no mistake this time, I AM a girl
in the eyes of everyone while I look this way.

We headed off to the next store that my mother and sister wanted to
visit and I quickly discovered that it was a store that specialized in all
sorts of clothing for younger children and babies. It was definitely a bit
unsettling to be in this place dressed as an ‘older girl’ but still aware
of the fact that I was wearing a diaper like a few of the other kids that
were in this store. As soon as my attention was re-focussed on the diaper
that I was wearing, I suddenly realized that I had a need to pee… and it
was growing stronger by the minute. There was no washroom in this small
store so I thought I could hold it until we left and then ask if they’d
take me to a washroom once we got outside. In the meantime, Mom and Beckie
were picking out all sorts of larger baby clothes and plastic pants for me.

Mom had to talk to the Sales Lady for a few minutes and while she was gone
Beckie must have taken notice of my squirming. She knelt down close to me
and said, “So… it looks like someone’s just about ready to have another
‘accident’ in her diapers. Why didn’t you go back at the house when you
had the chance?”

“I didn’t need to then, Beckie!” I answered in a hushed tone.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing you’re dressed the way that you are.
There are no washrooms nearby and Mom said we aren’t heading back home for
awhile so you might as well just go in your diapers.”

Beckie had a real evil smile on her face and I knew that she was
enjoying my predicament. I was determined not to let her gain any
satisfaction though and decided to hold out until Mom came back so I could
ask her to take me to a washroom. It might have worked, but Beckie had
other ideas and seemed determined to further torment me. She started
talking to me about anything that had to do with water… flowing rivers…
running tap water, etc. It was getting REALLY difficult to concentrate but
I was still sure I could hold on. Mom and the Sales Lady were slowly
making their way back to where we were and I started to believe that I
might actually make it, but it was not to be. Beckie saw our mother coming
back so she quickly reached under my dress put two fingers in the top of my
diaper and pressed down on my bladder. Instantly, I felt my bladder
release and I started to flood my diapers. All the color drained out of my
face and I started to cry. I had just wet my diapers for the third time in
less than a week and this time in public. I was really scared what Mom
would do when she found out.

When Mom came back, she saw a few tears on my face and asked what was
wrong. I bit my lip and was too afraid to answer, so Beckie whispered in
her ear and then my mother picked me up and tried to comfort me.

“Ohhh… sweetie… why didn’t you say something earlier? Come on darling…
We’ll get you fixed up.” She carried me over to the Sales Lady and asked
if there was a room that she could use for a few minutes. The lady looked
at me and didn’t immediately realize what was wrong. She probably didn’t
know I was in diapers because my dress hid them pretty well.

“Little Katie here just had a little accident and needs her pants changed,”
my mother whispered to her.

The Sales Lady then smiled and said, “Oh… of course. We have a room at
the back that is set up as a changing station.” She led us to the room and then
after she left my mother told Beckie to quietly ask the Sales Lady if they
sold any diapers for larger babies. I could tell that Beckie was REALLY
enjoying the situation because she practically danced her way up the aisle
as my mother carried me inside the room. She may have been having a good
time, but I felt absolutely miserable.

“Don’t cry sweetie,” my mother said. “At least we were in the right store
when this happened.”

I guess Mom was trying to make a joke to cheer me up, but it was pretty
much impossible at that point. She laid me down on the table and started to
remove my diaper. Becky appeared a minute later with some larger looking
diapers and I was quickly pinned into them and had a new pair of plastic pants
pulled over them… yellow this time, to match the dress I was wearing.

“Well… this certainly caught me by surprise. I’d hoped that we wouldn’t
have to change you until we got back home this afternoon so I didn’t bring
any extra diapers for you.” My Mom told me.

"But Mom… I couldn’t help it… I’m so sorry… " and I started sobbing
uncontrollably. There would be no point in telling her that Beckie had
cheated and forced me to wet my diapers when I did because it wasn’t likely
Mom would believe me. Besides, I had doubts that I would have made it to a
washroom before it happened anyways.

“Shhh… don’t cry sweetheart. We’ll talk about it later when we get
home.”

Mom dried the tears on my face and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She then
let me down from the table and we all went up to pay for the clothes, as well
as the diapers that I was now wearing. While Mom was paying for everything,
Beckie had a worried expression on her face. I guessed that she was feeling
a little guilty that her prank had upset me so much because she gave me a hug
and whispered to me that she was sorry.

We went out for lunch at a restaurant that we only go to on special
occasions like birthdays, so that really cheered me up. In spite of the
things that had been going on that morning, we had a really good time.
Nothing was said about my accident in the baby clothing store and we
instead talked about more normal things like where we’d go for our vacation
this year when Mom took her vacation time off work.

After lunch, we made our way back home and upon arriving, Mom sent
Beckie upstairs with the packages while she brought me into the living room
to have a ‘little talk’ with me.

“Peter, I’m a little concerned about the accidents you’ve been having since we
decided to have Baby Katie stay for the weekend. I love you and you know
that you can tell me anything, so what I’m wondering is if perhaps some part
of you wants to be Baby Katie for a little while longer?”

I opened my mouth to immediately deny that was the case, but I stopped
myself. I wondered, what if what she was saying could be true? I still
didn’t know why I’d wet my diapers while I was sleeping.

“I don’t know, Mom” I answered truthfully. “I wasn’t sure if I liked being
a baby girl at first, but now it doesn’t seem so bad. I just wish that I
wasn’t having accidents too.”

“You will always be my precious baby and it won’t matter if you’re Peter or
Katie, I will always love you just as much,” she said and then took me into
her arms and gave me a long hug.

When she held me like that, I could really feel her love for me just
flowing from her. It swept away all of my fears and any sadness I’d been
feeling over the weekend. I didn’t understand why, but I started to cry
again, but this time because I was so happy. I felt a lot closer to her
now and held onto her really tight. I loved her so much and as always she
knew just how to send all the bad feelings away and make everything alright
again. After a few minutes, she released me and wiped a few more of my
tears off my face.

“Now, I want you to do something for me okay?” she asked me. “I know that
you don’t normally take naps anymore, but I want you to lie down for awhile
and try to get some rest. I think we should all go out to the movies
tonight and I want you to be better rested for it, okay?”

“Okay Mom.” I said, even though I didn’t really want to take a nap. She
then picked me up and carried me up to her room again. She helped me
change out of my dress and gave me a long T-shirt to wear instead of the
nightgown I wore the night before. I wasn’t at all surprised that she
meant for me to sleep in the crib, but I honestly didn’t mind at that
point. As before she rubbed my back and hummed a soft tune to me and I
quickly dozed off into a light sleep.

Chapter 4 ‘The Secret is Out’ (“new” parts)

I don’t really remember much of what I dreamt about during my nap, but I know that it
must have been something pleasant. I didn’t seem to want to wake up from my nap and
found myself sort of fighting to hang onto whatever the dream was. Little by little I
slowly awakened and became more aware of the surroundings. I thought that I heard
hushed and excited whispering in the room and opened my eyes to see what was going
on. When my eyes came into focus, I noticed Beckie and our Mother standing right next
to the crib and looking down at me with big smiles on their faces. I was a little puzzled
since one would think that their amazement of how I presently looked would be wearing
off by then. They didn’t say anything and their smiles seemed to get bigger the longer
they stood there and looked down at me.

“Does that taste really good?” my sister finally asked.

Initially I didn’t know what she was talking about until I suddenly
realized that I had my thumb in my mouth! I could feel my face turning red as I quickly
pulled it out. Mom covered her mouth with her hand to
suppress a small laugh but quickly regained her composure and told me not to worry
about it. She helped me stand up in the crib and performed a quick wetness-check on my
diaper. I was quite relieved when it was
determined that I was still dry.

“Well that’s a good sign,” Mom said as she lifted me out of the crib and let me down to
the floor. “Rebecca, take Katie with you to the bathroom and both of you wash up for
dinner. We don’t have much time before we have to leave for the movie so don’t take too
long.” Beckie nodded and took me by the hand and led me off to the bathroom.

“Peter, what’s up with you?” she asked me. “How come you were sucking your thumb?”

“I don’t know,” I said quietly.

“I think that you must be enjoying this baby thing a LOT more than you’re letting on.
What surprises me is that you didn’t try wetting your diapers during your nap as well!”

I got really upset with her and pointed out that there was only ONE time that I wet by
accident and the other times were HER fault.

“Sure little sister, sure… so you keep saying, but how come you were sucking your thumb
just now? There was also the baby bottle during breakfast this morning.”

I honestly had no answer to that question and just looked down at my feet while
wondering what had caused those things. We finished washing up and went back
downstairs for dinner. I took notice of the fact that Beckie seemed to keep insisting on
holding my hand and leading me around like a toddler.

Dinner was a quick affair of some spaghetti and juice. Not surprisingly, Mom served my
spaghetti in a bowl and thoroughly cut it up for me as well as putting my juice in a baby
bottle. After dinner she dismissed us to Beckie’s room to get dressed and otherwise ready
for going out. Beckie did a quick hairstyle on me and applied a touch of makeup for good
measure and then sent me out of her room while she changed her clothes.

While she was changing, I went into my room and sat down on the bed. I looked around
my bedroom and for some reason the room felt a little strange now. Although it had only
been for a day or so, it felt as if I hadn’t been in my room for a week. I felt a little out of
place in there now… maybe because I was sitting in there in a diaper and a long T-shirt
and with my hair and face made up like a pretty little girl. Something was happening to
me and I wasn’t sure exactly what. Wetting my diapers in my sleep the previous night had
upset me, but it wasn’t as if I hadn’t ever had such an accident in my sleep before. What
was really worrying me was that I’d done that as well as drink from a baby bottle and
sucked my thumb without realizing it. When we started this thing as a ‘game’ the previous
day, it was supposed to be play-acting, but those things I did couldn’t have been an act if I
didn’t know I was doing them, could they? Was I really starting to turn back into a baby?

Just then Mom looked into the room and told me to follow her back to her bedroom.
Once there, she again performed a quick moisture-check on my diaper and then asked if I
needed to go to the washroom before Beckie came out of her bedroom and started to get
me dressed up to go out. I told her that I didn’t.

“Peter, you thought that this morning as well but ended up having an accident in your
pants. If you don’t have to go right now then you certainly will later and possibly during
the movie. We’ll have to make sure that you’ll be protected well enough in case that
happens.”

She helped me out of the T-shirt, had me lie down on her bed and then pulled my plastic
pants down my legs so that she could pin another diaper over the first one I was wearing.
The plastic pants were then pulled back into place and I was quickly stood back up and
sent back to Beckie’s room. The extra thickness of the diaper was forcing me to waddle
again and when I got back to Beckie’s room she giggled when she noticed what was
causing it.

“I guess we can’t take any chances at the theatre tonight, eh?” she taunted.

As much as I hated the fact that my forced waddle would give away the fact that I was in
diapers, the idea of having an accident in the movie theatre was a lot more unpleasant.
There wasn’t any question of me being able to go to the washroom by myself at the
theatre – even if I was dressed as a boy – because Mom was always concerned that I
might get molested by some pervert. Now, thanks to my accident in the Baby clothing
store that morning, Mom is doubtful of my ability to maintain control of myself and now
my diapers have to be thicker. Beckie decided to dress me up as a large toddler again
since my thick diapers would be obvious no matter what I was wearing, so it was back to
a short dress for me. She swept my hair back up into the familiar high ponytail with a
ribbon to match my dress and then after the Mary Janes went back on my feet I was
brought back downstairs. Mom came back down a few minutes later and after she made a
few checks on me and my outfit she gave a nod of approval and out the door we went.

The theatre wasn’t a very long walk from where we lived, but in extra thick diapers the
walk seemed impossibly long. After seeing how much trouble I was having keeping up
with them, Mom made a ‘tsk-tsk’ sound, handed her purse to Beckie and then picked me
up and carried me the rest of the way. Once we were at the box office, while it was
obvious that I was older than two, the lady there thought that I looked ‘incredibly cute’
and ‘close enough’ for her standards so I was admitted free.

“Hmm… maybe we should have you come as baby Katie every time,” my mother said
once we got to our seats. “It certainly is convenient having one child admitted free as a
toddler”.

“Please Mom, No!” I whispered. I’d been lucky so far that I hadn’t run into anyone that I
knew while dressed up like this over the weekend, but if Mom and Beckie kept bringing
me out like this eventually my luck was sure to run out.

“Oh don’t worry, silly! I was just kidding,” she said as she tweaked one of my cheeks.

While we waited for the movie to start, Beckie used the time to keep teasing me and
sometimes asked my mother in a slightly louder tone of voice if she should check the
baby’s diaper and change her if necessary before the picture started. This was obviously
for the benefit of anyone sitting close enough to hear it and made me flush bright red with
embarassment.

“Rebecca! Stop that right now!” my mother said in a hushed tone of voice. She then gave
Beckie a stern look and added quietly, “You’d better stop tormenting Peter like this or the
next time we go out with a baby, the one wearing the diapers will be YOU!”

Beckie had a shocked look on her face, but didn’t say anything else after that. I was
almost as shocked as Beckie about what Mom said and began to wonder if Mom would
ever go that far to punish Beckie. If Mom knew half of the things Beckie had done to me
in the past week, Beckie might very well get to find out if Mom was serious or not. As I
was thinking about this, the film started and I settled into my seat to watch it.

I don’t usually like to eat popcorn when I watch a movie, but I do like to have a drink.
Mom cautioned me to drink it slowly so that I wouldn’t suddenly find myself in some
‘discomfort’. About halfway through the movie I saw what she meant and had to pee
really badly. Mom noticed me squirming in my seat and whispered to me to just relax and
go in my diaper since it was thick enough to last until we got home. Although this was
not unexpected from her, it still felt a little strange that now my mother was actually
TELLING me to use my diapers. It wasn’t an easy thing to deliberately wet my pants – in
spite of the fact that I had to go badly – but I managed to relax enough to allow myself to
do it. I sat through the rest of the movie in my wet diapers and by the time it was over I
was anxious to return home so I could get changed. I caught myself on that thought… get
changed? Into ANOTHER diaper? What was happening to me?

As we were heading up the aisle, something that I was worried might happen finally did.
Mom was carrying me again to make our exit a little easier and I was able to look back
over her shoulder to see what was going on behind us. There were still some people
sitting in their seats waiting for the crowds to thin out before heading out of the theatre
themselves and I recognized one of them. Sitting a few rows down from the back of the
theatre was my friend Jason – one of my few neighborhood friends – who was sitting
with his parents. Jason knew my who my mother and sister were and kept looking at the
three of us but obviously didn’t recognize me. Suddenly while he was looking back at me
again, his eyes widened with surprise but he didn’t say anything. I felt my face flushing
again and buried my face into my mother’s shoulder as we made it to the end of the aisle
and back into the theatre lobby.

Mom and Beckie brought me with them into the Women’s washroom and Mom did a
quick check on my diaper while Beckie used one of the stalls. Mom knew I’d be wet, but
she was satisfied that the diaper was thick enough to contain it and I’d be okay until we
got home. Once Beckie was finished we headed back home and I was relieved that I
didn’t see Jason and his parents anywhere when we got outside. I didn’t want to tell either
of them that I’d been discovered, so I just hoped that I’d be able to meet up with Jason
when things got back to normal and try to explain it to him. I only hoped that Jason didn’t
mention it to anyone else before I had a chance to catch up with him.

“You’re very quiet, Katie. Is anything wrong?” my mother asked.

I just shook my head and quietly looked back over her shoulder to see if there was
anyone else I knew that might have seen me.

“Maybe baby Katie will feel better after she’s had her bath and gets ready for bed since
it’s almost her bedtime,” my mother said.

When we returned to the house, Mom sent Beckie in to draw a bath for me and then
brought me to her room so she could undress me and remove my wet diapers. After the
bath was ready, Mom decided to bathe me herself again since we were almost at the end
of Katie’s ‘weekend visit’. As usual, bathtime was always more enjoyable with her there
but in the back of my mind I was still thinking about how I was going to face Jason this
week. After mom finished washing and rinsing my hair she wrapped me up and carried
me back to her room. I was still thinking about what I was going to say to Jason and
hadn’t even noticed that she’d put me back into another diaper and plastic pants. Since I’d
spent the entire weekend in diapers I wasn’t really surprised but I asked her why I still
had to wear the diapers since the weekend was over.

“Katie’s weekend visit doesn’t really end until tomorrow morning, so if it’s okay with you
I’d still like my precious little baby girl to sleep here in her crib tonight. Besides, maybe it
might be wise for you to wear them over the next few nights to see if you have any more
accidents.”

Spending another night in diapers didn’t bother me at all compared to being paraded
aound town in them so I told her that it was okay with me. I wasn’t all that thrilled that I’d
have to wear diapers overnight for the next few days but I guess the alternative – waking
up in wet sheets – would be worse. Beckie came back into the room with another of her
nightgowns for me to wear while my mother set my hair into pigtails again. After Mom
had dressed me in the nightgown, I noticed that this was one of Beckie’s current
nightgowns so it was definitely very long on me. If I tried to walk too far in it I’d trip on
the hem and end up falling on my face, so I’d have to resort to the familiar babycrawl to
get around again. Knowing how much Beckie enjoys frustrating me with things like this,
I guessed that she had done it on purpose. Mom had come back to the bedroom after
talking with Beckie down the hall for a minute or two and she smiled when she saw me
crawling on the floor in the nightgown.

“You know, you are such a natural as a little baby girl that it’d almost be a shame to have
you grow up as a boy tomorrow!” she said in a slightly teasing tone of voice.

“Will you let me finish off the last of the film getting pictures of you like this? You just
look so absolutely adorable!”

I sighed and nodded. Mom really did enjoy all the babystuff this weekend and except for
a few incidents it really hadn’t been all that bad. After she left the room to get the camera,
Beckie came back in and giggled when she saw me on the floor.

“My my, don’t you look sweet!” she teased.

“Come on Beckie! Give me a break,” I said.

“Admit it Peter, you look VERY convincing when we have you all made up.”

“Well, maybe I do but that’s no reason to keep rubbing it in!”

“See?! You’re even sensitive like a little girl. I think that Jessie and Sam will be VERY
impressed with you this week when they see how far you’ve gone to be a baby girl for us
this past weekend.”

It wouldn’t have done any good to ask her not to say anything. After all that had
happened over the weekend there was little chance that Beckie would keep quiet about it
to her friends. The best that I could hope for was that she wouldn’t tell them
EVERYTHING. In spite of the fact that I was actually having fun sometimes over the
weekend, this entire baby-game stuff was getting out of hand. While I knew that Beckie
and her friends were certain to make the upcoming week difficult for me, that was
nothing compared to having to face Jason and try to explain why he saw me dressed
as I was .

Just then, Mom walked back in the room with the camera and a baby bottle full of milk –
I didn’t have to guess who that was for. “Can I get some more pictures of you crawling
like you were before?” she asked.

Although I was really getting tired of this routine, it was easier just to do it and let her
finish with her photographs. After that, she’d probably read me another story and then
that would be it for the night. In the morning I’d be free to be myself again – my boy self.
So, while my mother took a few more pictures, I crawled around on her bedroom floor
with a good portion of Beckie’s nightgown trailing behind me. Beckie must really be
enjoying all this, I thought.

As if on cue, Beckie suddenly said, “Hang on a sec Mom… I think the baby is missing
something…” She then came over to me, bent down and stuffed the large pacifier in my
mouth.

Beckie REALLY made me mad when she did stuff like that, but Mom laughed and
clapped her hands together and said that looked ‘just perfect’. So, I just quietly sucked on
my pacifier while mom kept shooting more pictures. I was lifted back into the crib and
given the bottle of milk that Mom had brought for me. She finished off the film with a
few images of me drinking from it, then the camera was finally put away and I was able
to relax. Beckie went to fetch a bedtime story from my room and Mom spent those few
minutes she was gone gently running her fingers through my pigtails.

“You know, you have such beautiful hair, Katie. I’m so glad that we decided to let it grow
longer… although this wasn’t exactly something I thought we’d ever try to do with it!”

“Mom, when can Katie visit with us again? I really enjoyed having my baby sister this
weekend,” Beckie said from the doorway.

“I don’t really know, Rebecca. It was a nice little game for us to play over the weekend
but I don’t think it would be a good idea to do that sort of thing too often.” Mom then
looked down at me intently and asked, “How are you feeling, sweetie? Did you have fun
this weekend?”

I had been rather absorbed in finishing off my bedtime bottle of milk so I didn’t really
give her question any thought. Even so, I was surprised when I heard myself
automatically answer, “Yes Mommy”. As soon as I’d said it, I was just as surprised as
both Mom and Beckie were.

“Oh darling! You haven’t called me ‘Mommy’ since you were 5! What a sweet little thing
you are!” She then leaned down into the crib and gathered me up into a nice, long hug.
Beckie had a confused look on her face, but quickly shrugged it off and sat down on our
mother’s bed while mom let go of me and got me settled under the blankets.

Beckie had selected ‘Alice in Wonderland’ for the bedtime story. Even though I felt that I
was starting to outgrow that story, it was still nice to have Mom read it to me. It was one
of Beckie’s long-time favorites that she never got tired of, so she stayed in Mom’s room
and listened too while Mom read it to me. As the story went on, I got really tired and
soon afterwards finally drifted off to sleep. I remember the dream I had that night was
quite strange… I was in Wonderland and I was Alice. Beckie was in my dream too, as
The Queen of Hearts. She spent most of the dream chasing after me so she could put me
in diapers and keep me in the palace nursery. She must have caught me at some point
because I remember being in the nursery dressed as a baby, but what was even stranger
was that I remembered feeling very happy and I didn’t WANT to escape after that!

Baby Katrina Part 5 - Damage Control

I woke up the next morning feeling wonderfully rested. I think I was
actually finding it more comfortable to sleep in the crib than in my
own bed. I noticed that Mom’s bed was empty and I could hear the shower
running so I guessed she was getting ready for work. She had left the
gate for the crib up but even though I could have climbed over the top
without too much difficulty, I thought I’d wait until she came out of
the shower to let me out. In the meantime, I tried to think of what I
was going to do about my friend Jason. The memory of the look on his
face the previous night was still haunting me and I knew I had to talk
to him as soon as possible before the problem went out of control.

I really shouldn’t have been surprised that someone I knew would
eventually see me all dolled up like a baby girl. Over the weekend Mom
and Beckie seemed so thrilled with having Baby Katie around that it
seemed they wanted to show her off to everyone. Now that the weekend
was over I could return to being my boy self again, but I knew that I’d
better keep away from Beckie and her friends over the next few days if
I wanted to stay that way.

“Ah! I see my little baby girl is awake at last,” said my mother as she
entered the bedroom, “I guess it’s about time to say goodbye to Katrina
for awhile and bring Peter back.”

She lowered the gate on the crib and reached in to help me up. Before
lifting me out of the crib, she did a quick check on my diaper to see
if I was wet. Until she had done that I had completely forgotten that I
was even wearing diapers. I found the idea that I might actually be
getting used to them was a little disturbing.

“And you’re dry too! What a good little baby you are!” she said as she
laid me down on her bed, “I was worried that we might have to keep our
little boy in diapers just like our little girl over the weekend.”

Mom removed my diapers and then helped me out of Beckie’s long
nightgown that I’d worn to bed. She had brought in some of my own
clothes from my bedroom and I changed into them while she finished
drying her hair. Although it felt really good to be a boy again, for
some reason my clothes felt sort of… different. It was hard to put my
finger on it, but now it was almost as something wasn’t quite right
with them. Mom giggled when she saw me looking at myself in the full-
length mirror.

“You know Peter, you aren’t quite finished yet. There’s still a little
bit more of Katie we have to say goodbye to,” she said as she came and
stood behind me. In the reflection, I saw her give my two pigtails a
playful tug.

“Oh wow! How could I have missed that?” I said, “I didn’t even notice
that my hair was still like that!”

Mom chuckled a bit and added, “I think you’ll find that your friends
might notice it a lot sooner. We’d better do something about your
nails, too.”

I looked at my nails, and of course they were still coloured with pink
nail polish. I cringed a bit when I thought of what could have happened
if I went outside like this. At least before I had really looked the
part as a little girl, but now such things would be really out of place
on me and I hadn’t even noticed! Mom guided me over to her vanity table
and sat me down in front of the mirror. She took a small sponge out of
a container and after a few quick wipes on each of my fingers, all
traces of nail polish were gone. Next, she let my hair out of the
pigtails and brushed it out a bit to make it look more or less as I
usually have it.

“Oh, I see Peter’s back,” my sister said as she entered the room.
“It’s almost too bad… I really liked having my cute little baby
sister to play with.”

“Rebecca, your little brother should be just as fun to play with.
Katie was only here for a little while but Peter lives with us
permanently so please try to remember that.”

“Well Mom… if it’s okay with Peter will we ever have Katie visit
again?”

“We’ll see,” said my mother as she ushered us out of her bedroom.
“Now, I have to finish getting ready for work. Go downstairs and have
your breakfast”.

When we got downstairs, neither Beckie nor I said too much to each
other while we had our usual cereal and toast. I ate rather quickly so
that I could finish before her and make myself scarce. Just as I had
finished and loaded my dishes into the dishwasher, Mom came down and
was telling Beckie about the list of chores that she wanted
accomplished that week. I saw this as the best opportunity to disappear
and headed out the side door on my way to Jason’s house. Even walking
seemed a little different now. My feet felt a little different now in
my running shoes. It wasn’t just that this was the first time in a few
days that I hadn’t been in diapers, but I think I might have started
getting used to wearing those girls’ shoes as well. The feeling turned
out to be only temporary because by the time I’d made it to Jason’s
house I was feeling pretty much like my old self again.

Jason lived with both parents along with two older brothers. One of
them was Beckie’s age and the other was only a year or so older than
Jason. Both of Jason’s parents worked during the day so just as it is
in our household, the oldest brother generally looked after things
while the parents were gone. His parents had already left for work when
I arrived so there was only the 3 of them just finishing their
breakfast in the kitchen. I knocked at the door and was first noticed
by the oldest brother, Brian.

“Hey Jason, your friend is here,” he said as he let me in the side
door.

“You know Peter, you really should think about asking your Mother to
cut your hair. I know that it’s the summer, but sometimes I almost
mistake you for a girl.”

Tom, the other brother laughed at that and said, “Yeah! No kidding!
Maybe you should just start wearing dresses, little girl!”

I gave a nervous laugh and looked at Jason who seemed like he was
trying hard to keep a straight face. Nothing else was said on that
topic and his brother horsed around with each other before they headed
off out of the kitchen to do whatever they had planned for that day.
As soon as they were gone, Jason didn’t say anything but simply sat and
looked at me with what seemed like an expression of amazement. Finally,
he spoke up.

“Geez, Peter! What was with that getup you were wearing at the movies
yesterday?! I saw your Mom carrying what I thought was a girl and I had
to look for awhile before I realized it was really you! Were you really
wearing DIAPERS too?!”

I flushed with embarassment as I said, “Believe me, it’s a long story.
Please Jason… you didn’t tell ANYONE, did you?”

“Well, no… but I don’t think anyone would have believed me if I did.
Maybe my brothers might after those jokes they were just making…,” he
said in a teasing tone of voice.

“It started last week. I was playing in my room minding my own business
when Beckie told me she wanted me to play a game with her and her 2
friends she had over. It started out with them dressing me up like a
girl, but then Beckie suddenly took some pictures of me dressed like
that and I was stuck. To make matters worse, she and her friends
decided that me looking like a girl wasn’t enough for them so they put
me in diapers and made me their baby for the day.”

“And you went along with this? There’s NO WAY that they could’ve gotten
away with that with me!” he said.

“That’s easy for YOU to say,” I replied defensively, “See how well
you’d do trying to stop it if Beckie was YOUR sister!”

Jason looked thoughtful for a moment but said nothing. “Anyhow,” I
continued, “Beckie and her friends did a total baby treatment on me for
the whole day. At the end of the day everything was cleaned up and
Beckie helped me look like myself again before our Mom came home. The
trouble is that she forgot about the film in the camera that she’d been
using to take a few pictures of me earlier in the day. Mom had taken
the roll in to get developed and saw these extra photos of me in
there.”

“Wow! I’ll bet your sister got into trouble for that, right?” he asked.

“No. Beckie made me go along with her story that we were both playing a
game together so my mother wouldn’t think that she’d forced me to do
it. If I didn’t go along with her, you know she’ll get me back for it
during the week while my Mom’s at work.”

“So… what did your Mom think?”

“Here’s where the trouble started, my Mom thought that since I played
the game with Beckie then maybe I could play it with her too. Beckie
got me dolled up again – diapers and all – and my mother thought I
looked so cute that she wanted me to be a baby girl for the whole
weekend.”

I hoped that Jason would settle for this as an explanation and that he
wouldn’t keep looking for details. I didn’t want to tell him about the
trips to the Ice Cream store or the shopping for baby clothes. I
CERTAINLY wasn’t going to tell him about the fact that I had wet my
diapers on a few occasions and started to do things like suck my thumb.

“I don’t believe it!” he said, “you spent the entire weekend in diapers
and girl’s clothes?! Wow! That must’ve been really rough!”

“It was at first, but after I realized that they’d done such a good job
making me look like a girl I figured I’d be okay unless someone I knew
recognized me. So, now you know the story. You WILL keep it to
yourself, won’t you?” I asked him.

“Sure, I guess. I have to say though, if I hadn’t seen it for myself
I’d never have believed it. I always knew you looked a little girlish,
but once your hair was fixed up and you were wearing girl’s clothes…
there was NO WAY I’d have thought you were a boy.”

“Gee, thanks a lot!” I said and gave him a playful shove. “Listen
Jason, I have a feeling that this isn’t over yet. Beckie really loved
it when I was dressed up like that and so did my Mom. Knowing Beckie as
I do, she’s going to try to use any chance she can get to turn me back
into her little sister so I think it’s safer if I keep away from my
house for awhile.”

“No problem there, Peter. We can always hang out here.”

Fortunately, that seemed to be the end of the topic for awhile. Jason
and I had a pretty good time hanging out and playing like we usually
do, but once in awhile he’d start asking me questions about what it was
like to be dressed up like a girl and how differently I was treated
when everyone thought I was a girl. I didn’t really want him to dwell
on that topic for too long so I usually just gave some casual reply and
then tried to change the subject.

I’d managed to stay away from our house for the entire day and only
returned home just before Mom was due back from work. Beckie was
watching TV in the living room when I came in and didn’t really say
much of anything. We made a bit of small talk about when we’d finish
the chores we were supposed to complete by the end of the week, but she
didn’t once mention anything about Baby Katrina. Mom came in shortly
afterwards and then we had dinner. Unlike the last few days, it was a
typical dinner in our household. It almost felt a little strange not to
be drinking out of a baby bottle or only eating with a spoon, but I was
relieved that things appeared to be back to normal. We didn’t go out
anywhere after dinner that night and just spent the evening in. I had
my bath a little earlier in the evening and decided to spend the rest
of the evening upstairs in my room.

It was around bedtime when my Mother came and knocked on my door and
told me I had to get ready for bed. I got up and did the usual
preparations for bed – went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, changed
into pajamas, etc. – and was waiting for her to come and tuck me in.
When she came into my room, I was surprised to see her carrying some
cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants.

“What are those for? I thought those were only for when I’m Baby
Katie,” I asked her.

“It’s just for a few nights to see if your nighttime accidents have
stopped or not,” she said.

There wouldn’t really be much point in protesting because either way
it was quite clear that I’d be wearing diapers to bed anyways. Mom
removed my pajama bottoms and explained that they weren’t going to fit
over the diapers so she’d have to look into to getting me something
else to wear over them at night. She quickly pinned the diapers on me
and then pulled the plastic pants into place.

“There you go!” she said as she gave my bottom a little pat, “now
you’ll be all safe and dry for the night”.

Just then Beckie appeared at my doorway to ask our Mother something.
She immediately noticed the diapers and giggled a bit.

“I see the baby’s all ready for bed. Should I bring his bottle of warm
milk too?” she said with a grin.

“Keep it up, young lady,” my mother warned her. “You keep carrying on
like this and maybe Peter will get to see what YOU look like in
diapers!”

Beckie had a strange look on her face but said nothing else and went
back to her room.

Mom read a bit to me from one of my books and then tucked me in and
turned off the lights. I had pretty much forgotten about the diapers I
was wearing and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning when I woke up, I got out of bed and immediately
remembered that I was wearing diapers. I nervously felt inside my
plastic pants and was relieved that I hadn’t wet during the night.
Hopefully after another night or so Mom might let me go back to
sleeping without the diapers, so I was determined to be extra careful
about how much I drank at night. I had just started to pull down my
plastic pants when my bedroom door suddenly opened and Beckie came in.

“Just what do you think you’re doing? You aren’t allowed to take off
your diapers yourself. Mom told me that I had to check you each morning
for the next few days to see if you’re wet or not.” She immediately
pulled my plastic pants back up into place and then pulled me out of
the room with her. “First I’ll make you some breakfast and then
afterwards I’ll check your diapers. IF you’re dry, I’ll let you out
of them otherwise I may just change you into dry diapers and keep you
in them all day.”

“But Beckie, the diapers ARE dry! Can’t you let me out of them now?” I
asked her.

“No, not until I’ve checked myself and I’m not going to until after
breakfast.”

I took a deep breath and followed her into the kitchen. I’d slept in a
little later that morning, so Mom had already left for work. Beckie
must have started making breakfast before she had come to get me
because it was ready to serve as soon as we’d entered. She made
porridge for us but before I could start on mine she stood behind me
and tied a bib on me!

“Beckie! Take this off me!” I said.

“Nope. You may not be Baby Katie right now but you’re still wearing
diapers. You know that when Mom’s not home what I say goes, so I say
that the baby wears a bib!”

I didn’t want to argue with her because if I wasn’t careful she might
decide to keep me in diapers all day anyways. Besides, Jessica and
Samantha were probably going to be over soon and if I was still in
diapers when they arrived then it was a sure bet I’d be transformed
into Baby Katie for the day again. I quietly picked up my spoon and
started to eat my breakfast. I was somewhat relieved that Beckie had
served my morning juice in a glass and not in a baby bottle like I
thought she might. Like the previous day, I was in a hurry to finish
breakfast and then keep out of the house for the day so I ate rather
quickly. This was a mistake because at one point I spilled a bit on
myself and Beckie then insisted on spoon-feeding the rest to me. It was
pretty obvious that Beckie was trying to make breakfast last longer
than usual just to tease me, but finally we finished and she untied the
bib.

Beckie took my hand and led me back up to my room where she performed
the finger-check on my diaper to see if I was still dry (which of
course, I still was). She seemed satisfied and then had me lie down on
my bed while she removed my plastic pants and unpinned the diaper.

“Okay, you’re free to go,” she told me and took the diaper with her as
she left my room. I got dressed as fast as I could, made a quick stop
in the bathroom and then headed off to Jason’s place.

Jason was already hanging around outside of his house, riding his
skateboard in the driveway when I got there.

“How’d it go when you got home last night? Did your sister turn you
into a girl again?” he asked me with a sly grin on his face.

“No! She didn’t have a chance to because my Mom came home soon after I
did. I’ll bet she wanted to, though!” I replied.

“I still can’t forget how you looked the other night when I saw you at
the theatre. I wonder what would happen if anyone else ever found out
about it?” he asked.

There was something about the way he said that last part that made me
raise an eyebrow. Jason can be a bit of a joker sometimes so I wasn’t
sure if he was getting at anything.

“Jason… you DIDN’T tell anyone, did you?!” I asked anxiously

“No… I haven’t, but it’s hard to keep such a great secret to one’s
self.”

He had a strange grin on his face and I knew that this meant he wanted
something from me. It figures, but then if things had been the other
way around I’d probably be giving him a hard time about it too.

“Okay, what’s it going to cost me for you to keep quiet about this?” I
asked, feeling a little annoyed.

"I’ll tell you what… I’m curious to see up close how much like a girl
you can be when you’re dressed up so I’ve got a dare for you. If you do
it, you’re off the hook. If not, well… "

He had a really big grin on his face at this point. Although he really
was a good friend, I knew that these were strange circumstances we were
both in. There’s usually a normal code of behaviour that boys follow
and my being seen in diapers and girl’s clothes is quite a long ways
outside of that code. That being the case, my friend had me in a bit of
a difficult position and I figured I had to make some effort to save
face. Whether one is a boy or a girl, it is always risky business to
turn down another kid’s dare so I had to be very careful.

“Okay,” I said defiantly, “What’s the dare?”

“I dare you to get dressed up like a girl again, go down to the store
by yourself and buy two ice cream cones for us!”

I thought for a moment and then said, “No diapers, right? Just an
ordinary girl our age?”

“No, not an ordinary girl… a very pretty girl! You have to look as
cute as possible. Besides, if you tried to go dressed up like I saw you
last time, you’d look too young to be out on your own and you probably
wouldn’t make it too far before some adult stopped you.”

This would prove to be an interesting dare, but it would be far easier
than Jason may have thought it would be. Of course, he didn’t know that
I’d already been in that store twice in the last week dressed as a girl
and Mr. Jensen already knew about it. The trouble would be that I’d be
going in by myself and that might raise a few questions with Mr.
Jensen. Also, I’d never tried dressing like a girl on my own and wasn’t
sure if I could do it without help. Getting Beckie’s help would be out
of the question, so I’d have to wait until she was busy with her
friends to sneak into the house and try my best to dress up again.

“Okay, a dare’s a dare. I’ll do it. You’ll have to give me a bit of
time to pull it off, though,” I said.

“Well, don’t take too long. I think you should definitely do it in the
next day or so.”

I had no idea how I was going to pull off turning into a girl again
without Beckie knowing about it, but I knew it had to be done. I
decided to put it out of my mind for the time being and that I’d work
out a plan for it that night. Except for the occasional friendly teases
from Jason, the rest of the day passed without much more being said on
the subject.

When I got home late that afternoon, Beckie was talking on the phone
with one of her friends and all but ignored me as I came in. Jason and
I had been playing about in the local ravine so I was a little muddy.
Beckie paused from her conversation only long enough to tell me to have
a bath right away instead of waiting until later that night and then
went back to talking with her friend. Before heading on up to the
bathroom, I stopped in the kitchen for a drink and listened a bit to
Beckie’s conversation.

Apparently she was somehow talking with both Samantha and Jessica at
the same time and the 3 of them seemed to be making plans for lounging
about poolside in our backyard the next day. This gave me an idea for
how I might be able to dress as a girl without being caught.

I figured that once they started working on their suntans they’d
probably stay out in the backyard for at least a few hours. All I had
to do was make sure that Beckie knew I was off playing with Jason as I
usually did and she wouldn’t suspect that I’d be sneaking back into the
house later on to get at some of the girls clothes I’d been wearing the
previous week.

I hurried to finish my bath as I heard Mom’s car pull into the driveway
and went downstairs to see her after I dried off. Mom never lets me dry
my hair because she says it has to be dried in a special way so she
usually does it for me. While she was patting my head dry, she
commented on how she was pleased that I had gone through another night
without having an accident.

“If you can get through two more days of staying dry, then I don’t
think we’ll need to send you to bed in diapers anymore… unless of
course, it’s when Baby Katie is visiting us!” I blushed a bit when she
said that last part so she gave one of my cheeks a gentle tweak.

Dinner was pretty much an ordinary family affair as it had been the
previous night. After dinner, we all watched a movie on TV together and
when it was my bedtime, I was sent upstairs to get ready for bed. This
time, I wasn’t surprised when Mom came in with the diapers and plastic
pants. While she was diapering me, I kept thinking about Jason’s dare
that I had to satisfy and was convinced that now I had the perfect plan
to make it work. After Mom tucked me in and turned off the light, I was
too anxious about what I’d be doing the next day to fall asleep right
away. It would certainly be a risky dare, but I knew I’d work it out
somehow. I reached under the covers and felt the outside of my diaper.
Before I finally drifted off to sleep I was surprised at how
comfortable they felt. As long as no one outside of my family knew,
maybe wearing them for a few more nights wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Baby Katrina 6 - The Dare

The next morning, Beckie shook me awake and told me to come downstairs
with her for breakfast. I guessed that she’d still make me wear my
diapers through breakfast so I didn’t even ask to be let out of them.
Breakfast that day was a pretty straight-forward cereal and toast with
juice. I was delighted that Beckie didn’t make me wear a bib again or
give me my juice in a baby bottle. She appeared to be in a bit of a
rush this morning and had things on her mind other than making a baby
out of me. When we’d finished, she hurried me up to my room and checked
my diapers for wetness. Once again I’d passed the test and Beckie
appeared satisfied. Instead of having me lie down this time, she just
pulled my plastic pants down to my ankles and helped me step out of
them. She then quickly released the pins and the diaper fell away.

“Hurry up and get dressed, Peter. I guess that you’re going to be
out playing all day with Jason again, right?” she asked me.

“Umm, yeah,” I said, “I’m trying my hardest to remember what being a
boy is like.”

She gave me an annoyed look as she gathered up the diapers and headed
for my bedroom door but said nothing. I got dressed, quickly used the
bathroom and then I headed out the side door as fast as I could. It was
a really nice, sunny day outside so at least the weather wasn’t going
to make today’s dare any harder than it already was. I was going to
need some of Jason’s help to make this work and only hoped that he’d
try to stay serious long enough for me to get through it.

Once at Jason’s place, again I found the three of them having their
breakfast in their kitchen. I casually knocked at the door and Brian
got up to let me in.

“Hey Jason, here’s your little girlfriend again! Are you two going to
play with your dolls today?” he said with a huge grin.

“Very funny, Brian.” I replied flatly. I then added, “I don’t even own
any dolls!” in a more joking tone of voice.

“Awww… that’s a real shame. Maybe if you’re a good little girl your
Mommy might buy you a few!” Tom said with a giggle.

“C’mon guys… give us a break, okay?” said Jason as he got up to put
his bowl in the sink.

They didn’t say anything else as they headed out of the kitchen but I
could hear them still chuckling to themselves out in their living room.
Jason quickly got his shoes on, grabbed his skateboard and we headed
out of his house, once I was sure we were a safe enough distance away I
decided to fill Jason in on the plan I had so far and see if he had any
ideas that might help.

“So, you’re going through with this, then? Today?” he asked me.

“I’d rather just get it over with. Besides, Beckie’s going to have her
friends over for a pool party today and that will let me sneak back
into the house without her seeing me.”

The plan was for the both of us to sneak back to my house once Beckie
and her friends actually started swimming about in our pool. With Jason
keeping guard, I’d sneak in through the side door and get down into the
rec-room. Once I’d changed into the dress and shoes I’d quickly sneak
up to Beckie’s room where I’d try to redo my nails and try to copy one
of the girl’s hairstyles that had been used on me the previous week. If
any of the girls re-entered the house while I was there, Jason would
ring the front doorbell to warn me and then hide. Assuming that
wouldn’t happen, all I had to do was make a quick trip to Mr. Jensen’s
to buy the ice cream for the both of us and then get back to change
before the girls got enough sun and decided to go back inside.

After some discussion, we were finally ready to head back to my house
and put our plan into action. We hid in my neighbor’s bushes to watch
my house and after about a half hour, Samantha and Jessica arrived.
After my sister let them in the side door, we moved a little closer and
listened to them talking for awhile until they went out into the
backyard and started swimming. It was now or never.

I got into the house and quickly ran down into the rec-room. I got out
the box of my sister’s old clothes and searched through for a dress to
wear. If I was to make it work, I’d have to make sure that the clothes
looked right. Most of those clothes were still too ‘little girl’,
though. I realized that Beckie must still be keeping the ones I was
thinking of in her room so I quickly ran upstairs and found them in her
closet. I picked the yellow dress that I’d worn the previous week and
realized that I’d have to have Jason tie up the bow behind my back for
me.

He’d probably be kidding me about that for awhile but since this was
his idea to begin with I didn’t think he’d bug me about it for too
long. After I got the dress, tights and shoes on, I sat down at
Beckie’s bedroom mirror and tried to remember how they’d done my hair.
After messing about with my hair for a few minutes I managed to get it
back into a high ponytail and found the ribbon that matched my dress.
The girls had made it look easy when they did it before, but I had to
try it a few times before I was able to make it look passable. I
finished off with the nail polish and took extra care not to
accidentally dab any on my dress. My nails dried pretty quickly and
then I was finally ready to go.

I remember feeling my heart beating really fast as I crept my way
downstairs to the side door. If any of the girls came in and saw me
at that moment there’d be no way I’d ever be able to explain it.
Fortunately they were still splashing around in the pool so I was able
to slip out un-noticed. When Jason saw me, his eyes nearly bugged out
of his head. He had to cover his mouth with both hands to stifle a
laugh, so I gave him a dirty look and led him quickly down the
driveway.

“Omigod! I can’t believe it’s really you!” he exclaimed once we had
gotten to a safe distance.

“Well, it isn’t perfect but it’s the best I could do by myself.
Speaking of which, help my do a proper bow on the back of my dress.”
I turned around and waited as he slowly tied the bow for me.

“Man, this is sooo weird! I feel like I’m doing this for a real girl!”

"I wouldn’t be doing this at all if you hadn’t stuck me with that
stupid dare! There isn’t much time so let’s hurry down to the Ice Cream
store so I can settle the dare and get back before someone recognizes
me.

On the way down to the store, we passed a few people that didn’t really
seem to take much notice of us. To them, we probably appeared like a
brother and sister off to play somewhere. When we got to Jensen’s,
Jason told me that he wanted to go in first and pretend to look around
so he’d be able to see the whole thing when I came in to buy the ice
cream for us. He then picked up his skateboard and went inside. I
didn’t want to wait too long so I only gave it a minute or so before I
went in myself. Once inside, I got a bit of a shock when I saw three
girls together that had been in my class that year.

They all took a quick look at me when I entered and then went back to
ordering their ice cream. I was really nervous as they passed by me on
their way out, but I guessed that they didn’t see anything out of the
ordinary because nothing happened. I heard Jason reply ‘just looking’
when Mr. Jensen had asked him what he could get for him.

“How about you, Miss?” Mr. Jensen said as he walked over to where I
was.

There was no doubt that Mr. Jensen would know who I was, but I still
had to try to keep up appearances or Jason might figure out that this
part of the dare was rigged.

“Can I have a single scoop each of French Vanilla and Chocolate,
please?” I asked in my small voice. Mr. Jensen figured that I was
putting on an act for the benefit of the other boy in the store so with
a quick wink to me he simply completed my order.

I handed him the money I had been carrying (I didn’t have a purse) and
he decided to try and make Jason feel a little embarassed. “Hey young
man, are you going to help your girlfriend here carry these? One of
them is obviously for you and you wouldn’t want her to spill any on
her dress, would you?” he said with a smile.

Jason swallowed and looked very uncomfortable. “No sir, I guess I
wouldn’t,” he answered nervously. I tried my hardest to keep from
smiling as he came over and took the choclate cone from me. As we left
the store, I could hear Mr. Jensen softly chuckling to himself. Mom
always did tell us that Mr. Jensen was really sharp and nothing gets
by him.

“I can’t believe he thought you were my girlfriend!” Jason said. “It’s
really weird how you’re able to fool everyone into thinking you’re
really a girl.”

“Yeah, well… see how much it sinks in after YOU’VE tried spending a
weekend as a girl.” I replied. “Now, let’s get back to my house as fast
as we can before anyone else sees us. I thought I was caught for sure
when those three girls from our class were in there!”

Satisfied that the dare was completed, Jason nodded and we headed
back to my house. While were finishing our ice creams we made casual
conversation about what else we’d do that day. With the tension of
the trip to Jensen’s now behind us, we were both much more relaxed and
after a few minutes I wasn’t even self-conscious about the clothes I
was wearing. It would probably be quite truthful to say that I’d
completely forgotten what I was wearing until we had arrived back at
my house and I suddenly remembered why we went back there. I had to
change back to my boy’s clothes before Becky and her friends caught me!
We snuck up the driveway to see if the coast was clear, and I got
quite a shock to see that the girls weren’t out there anymore!

“They must have gone back inside the house!” I said in a panicked
whisper. “Now what am I going to do?! I can’t spend all day looking
like this and if I try to go inside to change they’ll see me!”

“I’ve got an idea,” Jason said. “Let’s go back to my place. Brian and
Tom have been playing a lot of table-tennis lately so we could
probably sneak you into the house. You can put on some of my clothes
and we can stash the ones you’ve got on in my room for a few days.”

I thought about this for a few minutes and realized it was the only
safe option I had at the moment. Besides, Jason was the one who had
gotten me into this mess so he’d have to help me get out of it. I hoped
he was right about his brothers being busy because after the teasing
they’d been giving me lately I’d really be in for it if they could see
me right then. We headed over to Jason’s house and he had me hide in
his backyard while he went into the house to see where his brothers
were.

After a what seemed like a really long time, I wondered what was taking
him so long? All I needed was for either of his brothers to come out
into the backyard and there’d be no way to get past them without been
seen. I was getting really nervous. What was Jason doing in there?! I
carefully crept up to the side of the house and looked inside the
kitchen. I didn’t see or hear anyone inside so I decided to quietly
open the door and let myself in. I had a definite sense that something
weird was going on and figured I’d sneak up to Jason’s room and get
changed anyways. As I entered the dining room on my way to the stairs,
I got quite a surprise. Jason was sitting tied to one of the dining
room chairs and looked up when he saw me enter.

“Watch out!” he hissed quietly to me, “My brothers will catch you!
Get out of here fast!”

Jason told me before that once in awhile his brothers would tie him up
as part of some game but I never really thought he was serious until
then. I moved towards him to untie him when I suddenly heard Brian’s
voice behind me.

“Who the hell are you?! Jason, is this girl a friend of yours?”

At that very moment, Tom entered from the opposite end of the room and
looked straight at me. At first, Tom had a confused look on his face
but as he stared a little longer, I suddenly saw the recognition in his
eyes.

“Hey Brian! That’s not a girl, that’s Jason’s little sissy-friend
Peter!”

“Peter, we were only kidding before about you being a girl! If you’re
dressed up like one then you must really be a sissy!” said Brian.

This was NOT good – I was in a REALLY bad situation and I knew that I
had to get out of there. I tried to make a break for the doorway but
Brian easily caught me and pinned my arms to my sides.

“Not bad,” he said as he looked me over, “You make a really pretty
little girl. Your sister’s really pretty so I guess it makes sense that
you should be too. Tell me sissy-girl, what does your sister think
about you going around the neighborhood dressed like this?”

I was too frightened to answer him, but the look in my eyes told him
what he needed to know – that Beckie clearly didn’t know I was outside
dressed like that. I knew that Brian had a crush on my sister and was
always looking for excuses to talk to her. Now that they had me there
dressed like that, Brian had a GREAT excuse to go talk with her.

“So… I guess she doesn’t know. That’s too bad, you’d think she’d love
to have such a cute little sister like you in the house,” he paused for
a moment as he seemed to consider something before continuing, “where
is she now?” he asked and gave my shoulders a little shake.

“She and her friends are just hanging around at my house using the pool
and lying in the sun,” I answered quietly. “Please, let me go! I
promise I’ll never do this again! Let me go home and change!”

Beckie was going to find out about this for sure one way or another, so
I had nothing to lose now by going home to change, whether they saw me
or not. I only hoped that she’d understand when I told her about how I
was seen by Jason on the weekend and he dared me to dress like this
again today.

“I don’t think so, little girl,” Brian said with a chuckle, “your
sister might get mad at me for allowing you to walk home like this so
we’ll have to keep you here until she can come and get you.” He turned
to Tom and said, “Get me some more rope so we can make sure our little
princess here doesn’t run off and get herself into more trouble.”

I really started to struggle to get free but Brian held me easily and
forcefully pushed me into a chair opposite from Jason. Tom came back
with a few lengths of rope and tied my hands behind my back while Brian
held my arms. I was getting really upset and started to cry as he was
tying my ankles together and begged them to release me.

“Please don’t do this! Let me go!!!” I started to shriek. My shouts
were cut off as Brian suddenly clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Wow! The little princess can even scream like a girl! We can’t have
you disturbing our neighbors with all this noise!” He removed his hand
from my mouth for only a second before a dishtowel flashed before my
eyes and was pulled into my mouth.

“Now,” he said as he tied off the knot behind my head, “You sit here
and be a good little girl and I’ll be back soon with your sister.”
He gave a wink to his brother Tom and simply said, “Watch 'em,” as he
let himself out the side door.

I figured that the only reason he was walking over instead of calling
her was because he knew she was at the poolside with her friends. He
obviously wanted to go and see Beckie and the girls in their bathing
suits, so I would have to stay tied up in their dining room until they
came to get me. As soon as Beckie sees me dressed up and tied up like
this I’d be in a world of trouble. The ropes were too well tied and no
matter how much I twisted my hands behind me I wasn’t going to be
getting free.

“Relax, princess,” said Tom when he noticed my squirming, “you’re only
going to hurt your wrists if you keep struggling like that.” He then
turned to Jason and asked him, “so, what do YOU know about your little
sissy friend being all dressed up like this for? I’ll bet you had
something to do with it, didn’t you?”

Jason definitely didn’t want to get himself in trouble but he knew that
he had to say something or else it’d be worse later as soon as I was
able to tell my side of the story. The gag in my mouth meant that I
wouldn’t be getting that chance anytime soon, so Jason tried to play
down his involvement in what had happened.

“After you guys kept telling Peter how much he looked like a girl,
Peter wanted to try it to see if he could fool everyone. He snuck into
his house while his sister and friends were swimming out back and got
dressed up. We walked around for awhile to see if anyone could tell he
was really a boy and no one could. When we got back to his house, his
sister and her friends had gone back into the house and Peter wasn’t
able to get inside to change back. I told him that he could borrow some
of my clothes and came in here to get some for him when you and Brian
jumped me!”

Jason was certainly playing down his part, alright. He left out the
fact that he was the one making me do this to start with, as well as
the part where we went to the Ice Cream store and Mr. Jensen made him
believe he thought I was his girlfriend. The gag reduced my protests to
this version of the story to muffled grunts which were ignored by Tom.

“So… you thought you’d just help your little sissy friend here change
back into a boy? She looks so good as a girl I don’t see why you both
didn’t decide to have her stay this way,” Tom said with a smirk.

Tom left the room and went upstairs to get a book. While he was gone I
glared at Jason. He could tell from the look on my face that I was
REALLY angry with him. If he hadn’t stuck me to that stupid dare I
wouldn’t be sitting here all tied up by his older brothers who would
very likely NEVER keep this to themselves. Now, thanks to his ‘version’
of the facts they’ll all think that I dressed up like this because I
wanted to and not because I had to. It was too bad that they hadn’t
gagged him as well as me!

“Peter… give me a break! If I told them about the dare we’d both be
in a lot of trouble. My brothers don’t know that your sister already
likes to dress you up like this so you won’t really get in as much
trouble as I would if they knew I had something to do with it!”

Jason hushed up as Tom entered the room with his book and sat down in
one of the far chairs. We sat there like that for what seemed like an
hour before I heard voices coming up the driveway. I heard the side
door open and a moment later Brian, Beckie, Jessica and Samantha all
entered the dining room.

“Well, here she is,” Brian said as he waved his hand in my direction,
“she wasn’t cooperating and got pretty noisy so we had to make sure she
kept quiet.”

“So Missy,” Beckie began “I guess you loved being Katie so much that
you wanted to go out and become her all by yourself, huh?”

“You mean, this has happened before?” Brian asked, a little puzzled.

“Well, sort-of,” my sister answered, “Katie is short for Katrina, but
usually we call her Baby Katie. It’s a little game that Peter likes to
play at home with my Mom and me.”

I immediately started grunting into the gag in protest, but there
wasn’t really much point to it so I gave up and just sat there quietly.
Beckie took a closer look at me and commented, “Nice job, Brian. I
think baby sisters are much cuter when they’re quiet.”

Tom relayed to them the story that Jason told them and I wished I could
just shrink out of sight. Beckie had a funny look on her face but
didn’t say anything until Tom suddenly asked, “What do you mean by
‘baby’ sister? Baby 'cause she’s younger or what?”

“Jason knows exactly what I mean by that, don’t you Jason?” Beckie said
as she turned suddenly to face him. This surprised Jason and caught him
off guard. He didn’t know what to say so he just looked at her with a
shocked look on his face.

“Jason has already seen Baby Katie over this past weekend. At the
movies on Sunday with your parents, remember Jason?” Beckie said as she
leaned in close to him. “It’s really interesting that you didn’t
mention that in your story to your brother, so what else are you not
telling us?”

“You little liar!” Brian said from the other side of the room. “So,
you’ve seen the little princess dressed up before and didn’t want to
tell us, huh? I’ll bet the reason you didn’t say anything is because
you hoped that you and your little girlfriend there could play dressup
together.”

“That’s not true!!” Jason shouted angrily.

At the theatre on Sunday night he’d spent the whole time staring at me
and hadn’t even noticed if Beckie saw him staring or not. This meant
that Beckie knew this whole time that I’d been discovered and didn’t
say anything about it to our mother. I guessed that if our mother knew
about it then she might have put an end to Baby Katie’s visits
permanently and Beckie was obviously having too much fun with me to
allow that to happen.

“So Jason, how did you get Peter to go out like this, hmm?” she asked
him. “Did you make him do it somehow because you saw him as Baby Katie
on Sunday?”

Both Brian and Tom were still in the dark about what Beckie meant when
she referred to me as ‘Baby Katie’ so Beckie told them that maybe it
would be best just to show them, but first she’d have to go back to our
house to bring some of Katie’s things over. She had a quick whispered
conference with Jessica and Samantha and then turned to Brian with a
mischievous look in her eyes.

“Brian, have you ever wondered what having a little sister might be
like? Even for just a day?” she asked coyly.

Brian and Tom weren’t exactly sure of what Beckie and the girls had in
mind but they smiled and told her that they’d love to find out. Jason,
however, knew exactly what they had in mind and started shouting for
them to let him go and that there was no way that would happen to him.
With a big grin on his face, Brian tossed another dishtowel to Beckie
and asked her to ‘do the honors’. Within seconds, Jason was just as
silent and tightly gagged as I was.

“Much better!” she said as she turned to Samantha and Jessica. “Can
one of you come back to the house with me? I think we’ll need to bring
a lot of things back and I’ll need some help getting it all over here.”

Samantha volunteered to help and the two of them took off out the side
door. While we all sat there waiting, Brian and Tom decided to go back
downstairs for another table-tennis game and left Jessica to keep watch
on us. She picked up a magazine and flipped through it while she waited
for Beckie and Samantha to get back and every so often she’d come over
and make sure that we weren’t working our ropes loose.

Beckie and Samantha returned after another half hour and were carrying
some large bags with them. Beckie went down to see Brian and Tom and
asked them to stay in the downstairs until they were called for
otherwise they’d spoil the surprise. She and Samantha both went
upstairs to the bedrooms to put the bags down and then came back to the
dining room. Both Jason and I had a pretty good idea what the girls
were about to do with us and just looked nervously at each other.

“Okay girls, I’m taking Katie… you take the other one. We’ll come up
with a name for our new little baby afterwards” Beckie said as she
lifted me off of the chair.

Jason started to struggle and fight while Jessica and Samantha carried
him off to the room they were going to use to transform him. I knew
better than to fight Beckie – even if I wasn’t still tied up. She
carried me into what appeared to be the guest bedroom and plopped me
down on the bed. I was pretty much ignored by her as she started to
remove the things from the bags that she’d brought from our house.

Among the diapers and plastic pants that I wasn’t surprised to see, she
also pulled out a really frilly little girl’s dress that would make me
look MUCH more like a baby girl than I would in the yellow dress I had
on. Once she had everything laid out, she finally untied me but warned
me not to try to pull my gag out. After she had removed all my clothes,
she then pinned me into REALLY thick diapers. An extra-large pair of
pink plastic panties went over them and after she’d tucked all of my
diaper in she then pulled a really frilly set of panties on me that
completely covered my diaper.

Next came the dress that matched the panties and some frilly little
socks to go on my feet. She then took the gag off me and replaced it
with the large pacifier and told me not to spit it out while she worked
on my hair. Not surprisingly, I was given pigtails again and as a final
touch she even put a little girl’s hat on my head to complete the o
outfit.

“Now you look REALLY cute!” she said as she pulled out the camera and
took a couple of snapshots. “I’m going to check to see if your friend
is ready yet so sit there and be a good little baby until I come back
for you”. She then let herself out of the room and pulled the door shut
behind her.

While she was gone, I got up on all fours and tried to see what moving
around in such a thick diaper was going to be like. This was the
thickest diaper I’d ever worn, so walking was going to be next to
impossible. In the next room I could hear them all giggling and knew
that Jason was probably dressed as I was now. After all the trouble
he’d just gotten me in, I was glad that he was going to get a taste of
what it was like to be dressed up like a baby girl. I was getting
pretty used to it by then, but I knew that Beckie and her friends had
only just begun with us. It was a sure bet that it was going to be a
long afternoon!

Chapter 7 --‘Baby Katie Meets Baby Susie’

In the few minutes I waited in that room alone, I sat there on the bed
looking myself over. There I was, dressed up like a cute baby girl
again and awaiting yet another episode of this little ‘game’ at the
hands of my sister and her friends. Although the morning’s events had
been somewhat upsetting to that point, I found myself starting to feel
comforted by this role I was put into – and that disturbed me a bit.

While I always knew that I wasn’t the same rough-and-tumble sports-type
boy like most of the other ones in the neighborhood, I never thought of
myself as being too girlish either. The events of the past week or so
certainly changed my point of view. Now I found myself in this
situation because I had gone out dressed up as a girl that morning to
settle a stupid dare with Jason. I found out that I really could pass
for a girl on my own if I had to, but then everything blew up in my
face when Jason’s brothers caught me.

At least this time I wouldn’t be alone in this predicament since Jason
was also being given the total baby treatment in the next room. From
the sound of all the commotion in that room I knew that Jason certainly
wasn’t taking his transformation very well and I wondered how he’d look
when they were finally finished with him. I looked over my own outfit
and was actually quite impressed at the job Beckie had done on me. I
crawled over to the side of the bed to look at the mirror on the
bedside table and saw that my appearance was probably the most babyish
so far. Wow… what would Mom say if she saw me now? Would she be angry
or would she be so thrilled that she’d make me dress up like this all
the time?

Beckie came back in the room after a few minutes and pushed me back
onto my thickly padded bottom and sat down next to me. She made some
final adjustments to my dress and then gave me a few last minute words
of instruction before I was to be paraded around as her little baby
doll again.

“Okay Missy, here’s the deal…,” she began, “I want you to do
everything we tell you to when we take you downstairs. You are going
to be a complete baby until I tell you otherwise so you aren’t allowed
to talk at all. You will keep that pacifier in your mouth at all times
or else we’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days!
You aren’t going to force me to do something like that because you’re
going to be a good little baby girl for us this afternoon, aren’t you?”

I shuddered a bit at the thought of having a spanking to add to my
current embarassment in front of Jason’s brothers. I was in enough
trouble already so I had no intention of making things any worse by
disobeying her. I nodded my head and then she picked me up and
carried me out of the room. I noticed with some fascination that my
diaper was so thick that I could barely feel her hands supporting my
bottom as she carried me.

On the way to the stairs, we paused briefly at the closed door to the
room the other two girls were dressing Jason up in. Beckie gave a
couple of quick taps on the door and asked what was taking them so
long in there.

“This one is a little harder to handle than little Katie,” Samantha
called from the other side of the door. “We’ve finally got the little
darling dressed properly but we’ll need some help with the hair and
final touches.”

Beckie rolled her eyes a bit and then said she’d be back to help them
after she put me downstairs. When we entered their living room, I saw
that they’d cleared a large space in the center of the room and laid
out a large blanket on the floor. There were a few baby toys that were
scattered on the blanket including a few stuffed animals from my room
back home. Brian and Tom were sitting on a sofa against the wall and
looked at me with amazement as Beckie gently put me down on the
blanket.

“I can’t believe it!” Tom exclaimed, “he looks so different! It’s hard
to believe that’s really a boy.”

“Today, she ISN’T a boy! She’s my baby sister Katie. Her little
playmate isn’t quite ready to come down yet so you two keep a close
eye on my baby sister while we finish getting YOUR new baby sister
ready.”

Beckie gave me a gentle pat on the head and told me to play quietly
like a good little girl and then she headed back upstairs. Brian got up
off the couch and came over to get a closer look at me. He whistled
softly to himself as he examined Beckie’s handiwork.

“Wow… and I thought you made a cute little sissy before in just that
yellow dress.” He gave my behind a quick pat and confirmed what he
had already expected to find. “Diapers too, I see. You need a change
yet, little girl?” he taunted.

I blushed deep red with embarrassment and shook my head. Brian chuckled
to himself and went back to sit down with Tom on the sofa. While we
were waiting for the girls to come down with Jason, they would give me
little instructions to do a few things for them. After a few minutes of
having to crawl, hug stuffed animals and shake a baby rattle once in
awhile, we finally heard the upstairs door open and the girls came down
the stairs. I turned around curious to see how Jason now looked and was
quite surprised at what I saw.

He obviously didn’t make things very easy on the girls because they
had tied him up again after getting the clothes on him. In spite of
still being tied up, he was struggling so hard that he had to be
carried by both Jessica and Beckie. They had stuffed another pacifier
in his mouth to keep him quiet, but unlike the one in my mouth his was
actually tied in place with several layers of blue ribbon that matched
the dress he was wearing. Since Jason was bigger than I was, they had
put him in another one of Beckie’s older dresses. Although not nearly
as babyish as the one I was currently wearing, it was short enough on
him so that his diapers easily showed. His diaper looked smaller on
him than mine did, but that was probably because he was bigger than me.
His hair was not nearly as long as mine was but that didn’t matter too
much since they had put a little girl’s hat on him to match the dress.
He only had some frilly white socks on his feet, but since he was tied
up there was no need for shoes as he wasn’t going to be doing any
walking.

“Here she is boys,” Beckie said, “your new baby sister is quite the
naughty little girl so we had to keep her tied up just to get her
down here.”

Brian and Tom were trying hard not to laugh at the sight of their
little brother now dressed as their little sister. Brian decided to
play along a little more with Beckie’s game and put a stern look on
his face.

“So… you gave these nice girls a hard time upstairs, eh little
sister? I think it’s time for a little lesson in manners, young lady!”

Brian motioned for the girls to bring Jason over to the couch and Jason
stopped struggling as he tried to figure out what Brian was going to
do. Brian pulled Jason face down over his lap and Tom proceeded to
take down his plastic pants and unpin his diaper. From where I was
sitting I could see the look of confusion on Jason’s face and I could
tell that he really didn’t believe his brother was going to spank him
until the first swat landed on his bare butt.

Jason struggled wildly to get away but with his hands tied up behind
his back it was a wasted effort as Brian continued to lay a pretty
authentic spanking on him. I had a flashback to the previous week where
I was in a similar situation over Beckie’s lap in the basement of our
house. I felt sorry for Jason, but I knew that he was better off
learning to cooperate right from the start rather than inviting all
sorts of punishment on himself.

Brian finished after a minute or so and handed Jason back to the girls
so they could re-diaper him. Except for the tears running down his face
and the muffled sobbing noises he was making, Jason looked as though he
was practically in a daze or something. He gave no resistance at all
while the girls fastened his diaper again and straightened out his
dress. He was then carried over to the center of the room and deposited
next to me on the blanket.

“There! That’s much better,” Beckie said, “I guess you won’t be such a
naughty girl now, will you sweetie? If you’re a good little girl like
Katie then maybe we’ll be able to untie you in a little while.”

“Speaking of which,” Samantha spoke up, “what are we going to call our
newest addition to the nursery? We’ll need a pretty name for her,
won’t we?”

Brian and Tom both hadn’t really given it much thought and told the
girls that it was alright if they chose a name. After a few names were
tossed around, they finally settled on Susan. Now it was official.
Baby Susie was now a member of my sister’s little ‘babysitting club’
and would soon see the sorts of things I had been putting up with so
far. Jessica sat down on the edge of the blanket and pulled Jason into
her lap to wipe some of the tears from his face and to try to lift his
spirits a bit.

Samantha sat down to play with me while Beckie got Jason’s brothers to
follow her into the Kitchen. I figured since it was just after noon,
Beckie would be back with some bottles of milk for us and I wondered
how ‘Baby Susie’ would react to his first bottle feeding. He seemed to
have calmed down quite a bit but I knew that he hadn’t given in yet.
The instant they let him loose he’d probably take off and I doubted
that they’d be able to catch him since he was one of the best runners
in our school. He wouldn’t likely be able to run too far outside in
those clothes, but that wouldn’t matter to Jason as long as he could
get away from this situation.

After a few minutes Beckie and Jason’s brothers returned from the
kitchen and, sure enough, they brought baby bottles with them. Jason’s
eyes widened with surprise and he started to struggle again as Beckie
approached and handed Jessica one of the bottles.

“Stop squirming, you!” Jessica said, “it’s lunchtime and you’ve got
to be hungry by now from struggling so much.”

“Behave yourself baby sister,” Brian added “or you’ll get another
spanking to remind you of what happens when you give these nice girls
any trouble.”

Jason froze at the those words from his brother and I could tell by the
look in his eyes that he grugingly decided to cooperate for the time
being. Beckie handed the other bottle to Samantha who then pulled the
pacifier out of my mouth and started to feed the bottle to me. I was
used to this routine already so I was somewhat comfortable with it, but
I couldn’t help looking over at Jason to see how he’d handle it.

“Here’s how it’s going to work, little Susie,” my sister said to Jason.
“We are going to take the pacifier out of your mouth so we can feed
you, but if you say so much as ONE word when it comes out you get
handed to your brothers for some discipline. Do we have an
understanding?”

Jason meekly nodded his head and she then gave a nod to Jessica who
started to untie the ribbon which was holding the pacifier in place.
Beckie then returned to the kitchen and left Brian and Tom to watch
with fascinated looks on their faces as Jessica pulled the plug out of
Jason’s mouth and gently placed the bottle to his lips.

“Come on sweetie,” Jessica cooed to him. “It isn’t so bad. Look how
much Katie is enjoying her bottle!” She looked over at me with a grin
as I blushed a crimson red. After a quick glance at me, Jason gave a
quiet sigh and then slowly started sucking on his bottle.

“Awww…. isn’t that cute!” Tom taunted from the corner of the living
room. “Hey Brian… we’ve GOT to get some photos to remember this
special moment by!”

“Not while our baby sister is tied up,” said Brian. “It definitely
spoils the look… but don’t worry, we’ll get some later once we’re
sure she’ll behave herself and we’ll be able to let her loose.” Jason
winced, but continued to drink from the bottle while Jessica held him
across her lap.

I soon finished the one Samantha was feeding me so she replaced the
pacifier and was content to just hold me and play with my hair. Jason
finally finished his, after which Jessica replaced his pacifier. She
turned and called over her shoulder to my sister in the kitchen, “Ready
for round two in here, Beckie!” My sister re-entered the living room
with two more bottles full of milk and Jason groaned when he saw them.
I wasn’t quite sure what Beckie was up to as I’d never been fed two
bottles in a row before. Since Jason was really new to all this baby
stuff, he was definitely not happy to see another one coming.

“Okay Susie,” my sister began, “you’ve been a good little girl so far,
but it can’t be too comfortable for you to have to stay tied up. Since
you now know that being bottle fed isn’t so terrible, if you promise to
behave we can untie you so you’ll enjoy this next one a lot more.
Deal?”

Jason slowly nodded his head, but I knew that once he was free it would
only be a matter of time before he’d attempt to escape. Once again
Jessica was given a nod from Beckie and a minute later Jason was free.
After he rubbed his wrists for a moment or two, he was stood up and
walked over to the couch and presented to Brian.

“Care to have a try feeding your baby sister, Brian?” Jessica asked.

Tom covered his mouth to stifle a laugh as Brian said, “Sure! Why not?
It’s been a few years since I last bottle fed this particular baby…
but I’m pretty sure she was a boy then!”

Jason fumed at that comment but didn’t resist as Brian pulled him onto
his lap and laid him back. Beckie came over and handed him one of the
bottles, then came back to give the other to Samantha. While Jason was
clearly relieved that he was no longer tied up, he didn’t look very
comfortable with his older brother bottle feeding him. While he was
drinking from it, Tom had gotten up and retrieved a camera from another
room in the house and started taking pictures of the scene in the
living room. Beckie pulled our camera from her purse and took a few as
well. When she got over to Brian she said, “You know Brian, a girl is
usually very impressed when a guy shows he isn’t too macho to care for
a baby.” Now it was Brian’s turn to blush as Beckie gave him a quick
wink and then turned back to Samantha and me.

“Can we trade places Sam?” she asked. “I wouldn’t mind getting some
photos of me with MY baby sister!” She sat down next to us and
whispered something in Samantha’s ear as Samantha passed me over to
Beckie. The bottle was then put back in my mouth and I continued to
down it and wondered how much longer this was going to last. Samantha
took a few photos of us from a few different angles and then collected
the empty baby bottles and disappeared into the kitchen with them.

“Tom, I’d like a photo of Brian and myself on the couch together while
we both feed our baby sisters. Would you mind taking them?”

Brian raised an eyebrow, but then simply shrugged his shoulders as Tom
complied with Beckie’s request. She carried me over to the couch with
her and then sat right up next to Brian – a little too close, in my
opinion. I’m sure that the four of us made quite a ‘cute’ picture on
the couch like that, but I was sure that I wouldn’t want anyone I knew
to see such a photo. I was surprised that Brian was allowing it, but
since he had a crush on my sister I guess it never occured to him to
say ‘no’ to her. We sat that way for a bit while Beckie made the odd
comment to Brian about how a girl could get used to this sort of
situation. He blushed a lot but didn’t really say much in response.

Once again, I finished my bottle ahead of Jason to which Beckie
commented that was to be expected since I was such a natural at being
a little baby and I’d also had a lot more practise at it than little
Susie had. Again I had to chew on the pacifier some more until Jason
finished his bottle. Once he did, Beckie asked Brian to ‘trade babies’
and then shouted, “Round Three, Samantha!” to the kitchen. She couldn’t
possibly mean to feed us each ANOTHER bottle, could she? Both Jason and
I moaned through our pacifiers when Samantha returned with two more.
Brian found it very easy to hold me since I was smaller and weighed
less than Jason did. He looked me over some more before he stuck the
new bottle in my mouth and shook his head in amazement.

“You know Beckie, this will sound weird coming from me, but she really
DOES make a cute baby like this,” he said, “I can’t even stop myself
from calling her ‘she’ because she’s so convincing. You really did
quite a good job on her!”

“Thanks for saying so, but I really can’t take all the credit. Peter’s
always been delicate and never made a very convincing boy. As a little
girl though, he is absolutely precious!” Beckie then reached over and
gently tweaked one of my cheeks.

“Very cooperative too,” he noted.

“She has her moments from time to time but she’s generally a very good
baby,” she said. “This one, on the other hand,” she said as she patted
Jason on the head, “was quite the little wildcat. I was concerned that
little Susie here would never settle down enough to be untied but I’m
glad she decided to behave herself.” She then gave Jason a quick kiss
on the forehead which caused him to blush a bit.

Beckie and Brian stayed like that on the couch for a little while
longer and exchanged some small talk while I could hear Tom and the
Other girls playing table-tennis down in the basement. By the time I
had finished the latest bottle of milk, I was feeling very bloated. I
was also starting to get really tired and it was difficult keeping my
eyes open. Brian kept staring at me with that same look of amazement as
he replaced my pacifier and continued to hold me on his lap.

“It looks as though this little baby needs a nap,” Brian commented, “Is
she just pretending or is she really falling asleep on me here?”

“Oh, I’d say she’ll probably be out like a light in a few minutes,” my
sister quietly replied. “All that warm milk is making her sleepy and
she won’t be able to stay awake for much longer. Wait until your baby
sister finishes her bottle and we’ll put them both down on the blanket
for an afternoon nap.”

“It doesn’t look like my little sister is tired yet,” Brian noted.

“Well… she’s certainly shown to have a lot more energy than Katie
does,” my sister replied. She gently patted Jason on the head as he
finally finished his bottle, “Also she’s bigger than Katie so perhaps
she hasn’t had enough milk to drink yet. What do you say, Suzie? Do you
need another bottle to help you sleep or will you lie down for your nap
with Katie right now like a good baby?”

Jason had probably started to feel quite uncomfortable from all the
milk that he’d drank. His brother was right that it wasn’t making him
As tired as it was me, but Jason definitely didn’t want to have to
drink any more. He nodded affirmatively to my sister and she let him
off her lap so she could walk him over to the blanket on the floor and
lie him down on it.

Brian carried me over and gently placed me on the blanket next to
Jason. Beckie asked him to remain in the living room to keep an eye on
us while she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the rest of them.
I remember looking at Jason while I was lying next to him and noticed
he was looking at me with concern in his eyes, but finally I couldn’t
stay awake any longer and dozed off.

Chapter 8 - ‘Katie - More Fact than Fiction’

I don’t think that I slept deep enough to dream of anything in
particular. As I slowly started to wake up I could hear quiet laughter
in the room and ‘Baby Suzie’ being mentioned a few times. I opened my
eyes and saw that everyone had returned to the living room and were
seated on the couch and some chairs while giving instructions to Jason.
They were making him crawl about and play with toys and stuffed animals
just as Jason’s brothers had me do earlier that afternoon. Jason was
only a few feet away from me and hadn’t noticed that I was now awake,
but it was plain from the look on his face that he wasn’t having a good
time. Jessica was seated closest to me and noticed my stirring so she
pulled back the blanket that I’d been covered with and lifted me up
into her lap.

“Look who’s finally awake!” she said to the others. “Our good little
girl must be well rested from her nap now.” She couldn’t resist
squeezing me in a big hug before she deposited me back on the blanket
with Jason again. “Seriously, Beck… she’s just so adorable! You’ve
got to let me borrow her sometime so I can play with her at my house.
My folks would be so thrilled!”

“That might be a little difficult to explain to my mother,” Beckie
replied. “Give me a bit of time to work it out and we’ll see.”

Beckie wanted pictures of both Jason and myself playing together on the
blanket – no doubt to force our cooperation at some point in the
future. After several had been shot, she decided that since both of us
were behaving she’d let us talk with each other for awhile, but we’d
have to be VERY quiet since none of them wanted to hear a peep from
either of us while they were in the kitchen cleaning up the lunch
dishes. Samantha and Jessica tied long ribbons through the loops of our
pacifiers and then told us we could take them out but we still had to
wear them around our necks. The five of them then got up and moved to
the kitchen, but every so often one would take a quick look through the
doorway to make sure Jason and I weren’t up to anything.

“Your sister and her friends are out of their minds!” Jason whispered
to me. “I can’t believe that they’ve done this to us! Well, maybe on
you it doesn’t look so unbelievable.”

“Thanks a lot!” I said indignantly. “You forget that YOU are the
reason that we got in this mess in the first place. Now you have an
idea what I’ve had to put up with over this past week.”

“Those girls are a LOT stronger than they look, that’s for sure!” he
said quietly. “They sure did a number on me, but that’s nothing
compared to what they’ve done to you! I thought you were convincing as
a girl earlier today but now there’s NO WAY anyone could mistake
you for anything else.”

“Like I said, I’ve had a lot of practise lately,” I said with a sigh.
I noticed that Jason had a pained look on his face and he appeared to
be in some discomfort. “Are you okay? Why are you twitching like that?”

“I’ve REALLY got to go to the bathroom! It must be from all that milk
they made us drink!” He stopped and looked at me curiously. “Hey wait a
sec, you don’t look like you’re having the same problem. Don’t you need
to use the washroom too?”

Until he’d mentioned it, I hadn’t even thought about it. I wasn’t
feeling at all bloated as I had before I fell asleep earlier and I
wasn’t in any discomfort. It only took me a second before it dawned
on me why that might be.

“Oh no!” I whispered in dismay as I reached down and checked what I
knew I would find. Sure enough, my diaper was wet! “I can’t believe
it!” I said miserably as tears started forming in my eyes.

“I don’t believe it!” Jason whispered. “What’s going on with you?
They’ve sure done what they could to make you look and feel like a
baby girl, but are you really starting to turn into one?”

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Jason” I responded quietly as a
few tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to know this wasn’t
the first time I’d wet my diapers, but I think he knew anyways from the
look in my eyes. To his credit, he didn’t dwell on the topic and we
tried to think of what to do next.

“I was going to try to make a break for it while you were sleeping,
but they kept such a close eye on us I didn’t get a chance” he said.

“You didn’t have a nap too? You were awake the entire time?” I asked.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face and replied, “Of
course not, I don’t take afternoon naps! I did feel kinda weird from
drinking all that milk but it wasn’t enough to make me want to sleep.
Speaking of which, you fell asleep right away after drinking it all.
Does that always happen to you when you drink milk?”

“I don’t know… I don’t remember ever having so much at once,” I
looked thoughtful for a moment and added, “maybe it’s also because of
all the added running around we did this morning. You’re more athletic
than I am so you’re more used to it”.

“Maybe. One thing’s for certain though, you’ve DEFINITELY settled the
dare!” he gave my shoulder a playful shove then added, “if I’d known
how far this was going to take both of us I’d never have made you do
it.”

“Speaking of that dare, you jerk!” I said as I glared at him, “thanks
a lot for making it look like it was all MY doing when your brothers
had me tied up in the dining room!”

He gave a small laugh and replied, “Hey, somebody had to say something
and you sure couldn’t thanks to that gag Brian put on you. Maybe if you
hadn’t started to shriek like a little sissy he wouldn’t have had to.”

I frowned at him and then softened a bit as I quietly asked, “I
didn’t REALLY sound like a girl, did I?”

“He shut you up pretty quick, but from what I’d heard…,” he paused
for a moment and then gave me a funny look. “You know Peter, you’ve got
this girl thing down so well that I don’t think you’ll ever have to
worry about what to wear for Halloween ever again!”

“Once a year I could probably take,” I replied “but this has been
going WAY too far – not to mention the fact that they keep insisting
on putting me in diapers!”

Jason groaned at my mention of the diapers which served to remind him
that his current predicament was no different from my own. He was
looking like he was actually in some pain trying to resist nature’s
call but he still managed to hold on. I knew that he wasn’t going to
wait much longer and since this was the first time that either of us
had been given a small amount of freedom he was going to take
advantage of it.

“Listen Peter, we have to make a break for it. I know that you’ve sort
of solved your problem but I’m going to try my best to make sure it
doesn’t happen to me! If we get up together and run in different
directions we’ll probably get away from this gang of kooks.”

“I can’t risk it, Jason!” I whispered urgently to him. “You know what
Becky and her friends will do to me if I even try it. Besides, this
diaper is so thick that I can barely walk in it, much less run. If
you’re going to take off, make sure you get away because I know my
sister and her friends will make sure you regret it if they catch you.”

He looked at me and then slowly nodded. While making careful glances to
the doorway into the kitchen, he reached down and pulled off the frilly
socks on his feet. He then carefully removed the pacifier from around
his neck, took off the hat they’d put on him and then he took off like
a shot. He bolted to the front door and was through it and outside like
a track star. He must have doubled back up the side of his house
because I suddenly heard Tom yell that 'one of the babies was
‘escaping’. In an instant, my sister and her friends charged into the
living room and were both surprised and relieved to see that I was
still there. Brian had run out the side door to join Tom. Jason must
have headed into the wooded ravine behind their place because Brian and
Tom came back in without him to talk to my sister.

“Don’t worry,” said Brian, “we’ll catch that naughty little baby. Do
you three want to wait here with that one while we go after him?”

Jessica had picked me up, replaced my pacifier in my mouth and was
holding me in her lap. “Our little baby girl here needs her pants
changed so we’ll stay here and look after her.” Both Brian and Tom
rolled their eyes and started chuckling as I tried to bury my face
in Jessica’s shoulder.

“It looks like you were right Beckie,” Brian said as he turned to my
sister. “All that milk they drank definitely caused them some problems.
We’d better catch the other one before someone sees him dressed like
that.” He and Tom fetched a few pieces of the rope that was used on
Jason and myself earlier and then ran off out the side door. I hoped
that Jason would get away because he’d really be in for it if they
caught him now.

“Let’s bring her back upstairs,” my sister said to Jessica and
Samantha. “I brought some of Katie’s extra diapers for just such an
emergency.” Jessica stood up with me and then she carried me upstairs
to the guest room with Beckie and Samantha following behind.

Beckie had even thought to bring a changing pad in amongst all the
things from our house so it was pretty clear that it was their
intention to make me wet myself again. She laid it out on the bed
and then proceeded to change, powder and then pin me into dry diapers.
After the plastic pants and frilly diaper cover were pulled up into
place, my dress was straightened and the 3 of them took turns holding
me and bouncing me on their knee. I didn’t really take much notice
as I was distracted by my thoughts of Jason. I knew that he couldn’t
go too far dressed as he was and eventually he’d have to come back.
If he could stay away until his parents came home, he might be able
to get his brothers back by showing his parents what they’d help do
to him earlier that day.

The girls decided to return to the living room with me and start to
pack things up in preparation for the return to my house. Beckie had
made up a bottle of apple juice for me and gave it to me to suck on
while she and her friends went about the house packing all the baby
stuff away. Surprisingly enough I was actually thirsty again in spite
of how much I’d drank earlier that afternoon and sat quietly with my
bottle on the blanket while the cleanup went on around me.

“It’s too bad your friend took off right when he did, Katie,” my
sister said to me. “We figured he’d learned his lesson and were
getting ready to let him change back into his regular clothes when
he took off. Now it looks as though he’s going to enjoy being a
baby girl awhile longer.”

Samantha bent down and gave one of my cheeks a gentle tweak as she
Said, “But not our precious Katie! She stayed right here like a good
little baby while her naughty friend ran away from us!” Jessica nodded
in agreement but also pointed out that my diaper was so thick that I
probably wouldn’t have made it out of the room before they noticed and
caught me anyways.

About 10 minutes after everything was packed up, Brian and Tom entered
from the side door with Jason slung over Brian’s shoulder. His feet
were muddy so it looked as though he’d given them quite a run in the
ravine. I was actually surprised they’d managed to catch him since few
people knew that ravine as well as Jason did, but then Jason wasn’t
exactly dressed for playing ‘hide and seek’ at the moment.

“Well, we caught the little darling but she’s all dirty now so we’re
going to take her upstairs and rinse off her feet before we set her
down anywhere,” Brian said as he walked past us.

They’d certainly caught him alright. Jason looked all flustered and out
of breath from the chase. His brothers were obviously not risking him
taking off on them again because he’d been tightly tied and gagged and
was looking quite frustrated.

“Listen Brian,” my sister began, “we really have to get Katie back to
our house so we can put everything away before our mother gets home.
You can keep my old dress here in case you decide you want your baby
sister visiting again.”

Brian reached up to pat Jason’s diapered bottom and replied, “That’s
very nice of you, Beckie. I think we’ll take you up on that. As for
Suzie here, she’s probably going to need these diapers too since we’ve
decided not to let her loose until after she’s used them.”

Tom added, “Yeah… if she’s going to act like such a baby by running
off like that, she may as well be a baby for a little while longer.”

Jason got a panicked look in his eyes and I could tell that he didn’t
get a chance to relieve himself during his brief escape. I hoped that
I’d be able to see the look on his face when it finally did happen
because then he’d REALLY know what it’s been like for me. Beckie told
Brian and Tom that was fine with her and even offered to head back over
a little later to show them how to change a baby’s diaper. Brian
obviously would welcome any chance to spend some time with my sister,
so he told her that little Susie would be in those diapers for a few
more hours so she was more than welcome to head back over after she got
me settled at our house.

Jason clearly didn’t like what was in store for him and started to
struggle again as Brian and Tom headed off to their upstairs bathroom
with him to get him cleaned up. As he was being carried out he was
looking desperately at me and kept trying to say something through his
gag, but all that came out were a few ‘mmmphs’. I felt bad for him, but
what exactly did he expect me to do? Although I wasn’t tied up like
him it’s not like they were going to suddenly change their minds and
release him just because I asked them to. If I tried to say anything
Beckie would probably spank me right there in front of everyone and
then she might even tie me up like Jason was to make a point.

Beckie and Samantha gathered all the bags up while Jessica wrapped me
up snugly in the blanket that I’d spent much of the afternoon on. I’d
finished off the apple juice so the pacifier was back in my mouth again
and I quietly sucked on it while Jessica carried me out of the house.
On the walk home, the three of them exchanged some talk about what they
figured would happen with Baby Susie. Samantha and Jessica agreed to
watch over me at our house while Beckie went back to see Brian and help
him with his new baby sister.

Although I had hoped that I might be allowed to change back into my
regular clothes once we got in, I didn’t think it would be as bad to
remain Baby Katie for Samantha and Jessica. Jessica really loves to
play with me when I’m dressed up as Katie and Samantha loves to keep
doing different things with my hair. I figured it was because neither
one of them had a younger brother or sister at home so having a ‘baby’
to play with was a lot of fun to them. Beckie clearly liked it too, but
it was obvious that her friends got a much bigger kick out of it.

Jessica loved carrying me and while I was all wrapped up in the blanket
she’d occasionally lean down and kiss me on my nose, forehead, cheek,
whatever. I giggled at this in spite of myself. In some ways, she
reminded me of how my mother was treating me over the past weekend.
Jessica would probably make a terrific mom herself one day because she
really seemed to have a feel for handling babies.

When we got back in the house, Jessica stayed on the couch with me
while Samantha and Beckie put everything away. Afterwards, Samantha
fixed up some cookies and milk for the three of us while Beckie headed
back to Brian, Tom and Jason’s place. They put a Disney movie in the
VCR and stayed on the couch to watch it with me. They even told me that
it was alright to talk now if I wanted to as long as I kept my voice
really quiet. Although I felt a little relieved that I didn’t have to
hold my tongue for fear of a spanking anymore, I really didn’t have all
that much to say so I just continued to suck on my pacifier while they
took turns cuddling with me during the movie. I was REALLY starting to
like all this baby treatment now – especially when Samantha and
Jessica were alone with me like they were now. I wondered about what
Jessica had asked my sister earlier that day – about ‘borrowing’ me
for awhile sometime. That was something that I thought I’d probably
really enjoy if it ever happened.

Halfway through the movie my sister returned. She’d been carrying a
plastic bag with her when she’d first come in that was immediately
brought into the laundry room. She and her friends gave knowing looks
to each other and giggled a bit, but said nothing as she joined us on
the couch to watch the rest of the movie. When it was over, Beckie told
me not to worry about my friend ever telling anyone about how he saw me
that previous weekend at the movie theatre. She was pretty sure that at
this point he’d be more than willing to forget it ever happened.

In a sense, it WAS a bit of a relief that part of the problem was now
behind me. Jason had been through at least as much baby girl treatment
as I had AND there were pictures to prove it. I felt a bit sorry for
him since now he had a bigger problem with his two brothers who were no
doubt going to use today’s adventure to torment him in the future. It
was unfortunate that he’d gotten caught by them that morning or Jason
and I might have pulled off our little scheme and no one would ever
have been the wiser. Except for the part about being held captive by
his brothers… and the fact that now THEY knew about Baby Katie as
well, that day wasn’t really all that different than any of the other
days that I became Katie. I knew now that I was definitely getting used
to being Katie and I was starting to regret having to switch between
being her and being Peter.

Now it really was time to become Peter again. Jessica and Samantha each
gave me their usual big hug and kiss on the cheek and then retrieved
their bathing suits and towels from our laundry room. They each blew a
kiss to me on their way out the side door and then they were gone.
Beckie sat down next to me on the couch and didn’t say anything for a
few minutes while she just simply looked at me.

“God they’re right… you are SO cute as Katie,” she finally said. “It
isn’t just your looks, but the way that you move and even how your
voice sounds too. Peter, do you realize that you automatically start
behaving like a girl as soon as we get you dressed up?”

I hadn’t given it too much thought up to that point, but I had been
starting to suspect as much. “I guess”, I replied quietly. “Maybe Katie
is becoming a real part of me now. Sometimes I can’t help being her.”

“I’ve noticed. You have yet to explain yourself for why you got dressed
up today all by yourself. I know that Jason had somehow put you up to
it, but you still did it, didn’t you? Not many boys would do it or even
COULD do it if they wanted to. I think that maybe we should talk to Mom
about Katie having a more permanent home here with us.”

A week ago I would have told my sister right off that she was nuts, but
a lot had happened in that week. Katie’s personality was starting to
develop and I wasn’t kidding when I told my sister that sometimes I
couldn’t help being Katie. I didn’t say anything for a minute, but then
I looked at my sister and quietly asked, “Do you think Mom will be mad
at me?”

Beckie smiled then, it was a warm kind of smile that I don’t often see
from her. “Mom LOVES you Peter, and so do I. You’ve always been a good
little brother but you’ve also proven to be a beautiful little sister
that I’m just beginning to get to know. There’s NOTHING that you can’t
tell Mom, or me either. We’re family and that’s the way it will always
be”.

I didn’t know what to say at that point. In a rare display of affection
I seldom saw as Peter she gave me a hug and then lifted me up off the
couch with her. “C’mon kiddo. It’s time to let you out of these baby
things. Mom is expecting to see Peter when she gets home – do you
think you’ll be okay with being him again?”

I giggled a bit – a bit of a girlish giggle, I thought – and told her
I thought I could manage that. She brought me into her room and sat me
on her bed so she could get me undressed.

“Beckie, did you mean what you said about me being able to talk to you
about anything?” I asked as she was undoing my pigtails and
straightening my hair.

“Sure, I guess. As long as it isn’t any gross kind of boy-thing.”

“I know you like me being Katie, but why do I have to be a baby too?
I’m not sure that I like being kept in diapers all the time.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute and then replied, “You’re even
cuter looking as a baby, so why deny the world such a precious little
baby? Besides, the diapers are actually starting to become necessary
with you.”

“But I never have any of those accidents when I’m Peter!” I protested.
“It only seems to happen when I’m Katie.”

I saw Beckie’s thoughtful expression in the mirror of her vanity table
as she thought about that for a moment. “That’s true, now that you
mention it. Maybe that’s also part of Katie’s personality.”

Beckie finished straightening my hair and then finally let me out of
the diaper. Just then we heard our mother entering through the front
door so Beckie told me to hurry off to my room and dress as Peter.

Once again I felt a little strange back in my room. This time it was an
even stranger sensation to dress in my ‘real’ clothes again. Mom called
us both downstairs to help her put some groceries away and then she
started on making dinner for us. We stayed in after dinner and spent a
quiet family night at home. Mom came to my bedroom when it was close to
my bedtime to tuck me in and to put me in the now-familiar nighttime
diapers. She read to me some more from one of my bedtime stories and
then kissed me goodnight. After she’d gone, I reached down and felt my
diaper again.

It wasn’t nearly as thick as the one I’d been made to wear most of the
day so I hardly paid any attention to it. I wondered about why I only
seem to have accidents when I’m Katie. Maybe Katie really IS a baby and
she’ll grow up in her own time. In the meantime, I was Peter and Peter
doesn’t need to wear diapers. I figured that this was probably the last
night I’d have to wear them to bed as Peter so I didn’t give it any
more thought. I can’t WAIT to go and see Jason again tomorrow, I
thought to myself as I smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 9 ----‘Katie, Peter or both?’

I remembered some of my dream from that night. I had dreamt about doing
a lot of fun things and traveling to all sorts of places… but I did
them as Katie. In the dream the world felt so real and all of my senses
just seemed to be much more alive than they ever were when I was Peter.
Smells were richer and colours were much more vibrant (years later I
recall reading that people supposedly always dream in Black & White –
it obviously can’t be true all the time because even now I distinctly
recall vivid colours in my dreams). I was slowly brought back from my
dream when Beckie gently shaking me awake the next morning. I opened my
eyes and was surprised to see that she was smiling this morning.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” She said as she swept some of my hair off
of my face. “Are you ready to come downstairs for breakfast?”

Although it was definitely a good sign to see her in such a good mood,
as Peter I’m usually suspicious of this as it often meant she wanted
something from me or had something planned for me. “Umm… yeah, okay
Beckie” I said as I slid out from underneath the covers.

We both went downstairs where she’d gone ahead and made up some soft-
boiled eggs with bread strips to dip in them. She didn’t make me wear a
bib this time and she even gave me orange juice in a regular glass. It
was almost as if treating me any differently had never occurred to her.
The suspense was getting to me so I finally had to ask why she was so
happy this morning.

“Because I just am. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen you in a completely
different way that makes me appreciate how special and unique you are.”

“As Peter or as Katie?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow.

“Both, actually,” she simply said.

She was starting to worry me now. This wasn’t the same sister that I
was used to. I still wasn’t sure if it was all some sort of act or not
and the moment I least expected it I’d probably find myself her baby
prisoner again. I didn’t want to press her on it so I didn’t say much
else through the rest of breakfast. After we were finished, she and I
cleared the table and then she led me back to my room so she could do
the morning check on my diaper. Until she’d reminded me, I had honestly
forgotten that I was even wearing one. We got into my room and she
quickly checked to see if I was wet. She gave a satisfied nod when she
saw I was again dry this morning and had me lie down on my bed so she
could unpin and remove the diaper.

“Well, that settles it then. You obviously don’t have a wetting
problem, but Katie is still another matter” she said as she was
unfastening the diaper pins.

“Maybe I shouldn’t try to be Katie any more,” I said nervously. “I
don’t want Mom thinking that I can’t control myself.”

“But Peter, YOU can control yourself. Katie is just a little girl and
probably needs a little more time before she can too. Besides, you
remember what we talked about last night? Can you really just stop
being Katie anymore?”

My memories of the previous day certainly hadn’t gone away. Combined
with the few things of my dream I could remember I knew that Beckie was
right. Katie was too real now and I couldn’t shut her off any more than
I could shut Peter off when I became her. I didn’t know how much longer
we’d be able to keep this from our mother and I was worried how she’d
react when we finally did tell her about how I’d changed.

“You’re right, she’s me and I’m her. I’m scared Beckie! I think I’m
going crazy!” I said with a bit of a tremor in my voice.

“Don’t be scared. We’ll talk to Mom tonight about it, but we’ll have to
tell her about yesterday too or she won’t completely understand what
we’ll be trying to tell her. Don’t worry… we’ll be sure to leave some
parts of yesterday out.”

Beckie then gathered up the diapers and told me it’d be a good idea if
I was Peter today so I should try to go out and play like I usually
did. She then left the room and I got dressed in my usual ‘Peter’
clothes. I made a brief pit stop in the bathroom then headed
downstairs. Beckie advised me to check back in with her around
lunchtime and then I took off and figured I’d go see how Jason was
holding out.

I was a little uneasy as I approached his house with all the memories
of the previous day still fresh in my mind. Facing his brothers wasn’t
going to be easy, but it was likely that they’d be more interested in
teasing Jason this time instead of me. I felt pretty sure that it was
safe to go up and knock on the side door. Brian ran the show here
during the days and he wouldn’t do anything to me that he thought
Beckie might get mad at him for. I wondered how long it was going to
take him to actually ask Beckie out on a date.

“Whoah… look who’s here Brian!” Tom said as he let me in the side
door.

“Katie?” Brian asked. “I’m sort of surprised to see you back here so
soon after yesterday.”

“I’m Peter today, thanks” I said a little indignantly. “Katie’s taking
the day off. Where’s Jason?”

“Ah, you mean Baby Susie. Come on in, we’re just finishing giving her
her breakfast.” Brian said over his shoulder as he beckoned me to
follow him in the dining room.

Jason was sitting bound to one of the dining room chairs again. He was
still wearing Beckie’s old blue dress and frilly socks on his feet.
They had tied a bib around his neck and there was quite a mess on the
front of it that looked like oatmeal. His eyes widened a bit as I
entered, but he wasn’t able to say anything to me at the moment since
there was a pacifier stuffed into his mouth – no doubt put there by
one of his brothers when they heard someone walking up the side of the
house.

“It’s too bad Katie isn’t here to play with Susie today, but maybe it’s
time that Jason came back too,” Brian said with a smirk.

Brian pulled the pacifier from Jason’s mouth and told him that if he
behaved through the rest of breakfast that they’d untie him and let him
change back. Jason didn’t say anything and cooperated fully with them
as Brian finished spoon-feeding him. Afterwards, Tom untied his bib and
then freed him from the chair. He handed Jason a baby bottle full of
grape juice and told him he had to finish it before he could change
back. He then shooed us both into their living room while he and Brian
cleaned up. I couldn’t help but notice his diaper peeking out from
under the dress as we walked over to the couch. I wondered if there was
anything else that Beckie had left there for Baby Susie.

“Well, this is a switch” I said to Jason with a smirk as we sat down
together. “Don’t you look precious this morning, what a lucky baby you
are to get to drink grape juice too. I usually got apple juice… way
to go Susie!”

He glared at me and said, “Very funny, Peter. I won’t have to stay
stuck in this dress much longer and thanks to your sister there are
some extra diapers here and my brothers definitely know how to change
them. If you’re so envious, maybe I should just tell them that Baby
Katie wants to play after all and then they’ll give you all the grape
juice you want!”

I frowned at him but then shrugged it off. “Finish off your bottle then
so they’ll let you change and we can get out of here before they decide
to do something weird to us. You drink those things way too slow, you
know!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Excuse me for not being such a pro at these things
as YOU obviously are” He gave me an annoyed look but did try harder to
drink it faster and a few minutes later he was done. “I’m finished
guys!” he shouted to the kitchen.

Brian came out and took the empty bottle from him. “Okay, go upstairs
to your room to get changed but wait for Tom to help you out of that
dress. It still belongs to Peter’s sister and I don’t want you throwing
it on the floor like you do with every other thing you wear.” Jason
took off to his room and Brian called to Tom and told him to go up and
help his ‘little sister’.

“Are you sure you don’t need diapers today?” Tom taunted me as he
passed through the living room. “We have extras here in case there’s
any more accidents like yesterday!”

I blushed but didn’t say anything and simply stared at my shoes. Five
minutes later Jason was sprinting down the stairs and into the living
room. I quickly got up and we both figured it was safer for us to make
ourselves scarce so we took off through the side door and ran for the
safety of the ravine behind their house. After running for a few
minutes, we finally stopped to catch our breath at what we figured was
a safe distance from Jason’s house.

“I am SO glad to be out of there!” Jason said. “I think it’s going to
take awhile before my brothers stop tormenting me with all this baby
stuff. I’m starting to wish that it was time to go back to school so
they’d have other things on their minds.”

“So what happened yesterday?” I asked. “How’d they catch you after you
took off and what did they do with you after the girls took me back to
my house?”

“There were some people hiking around in the ravine yesterday and I had
to weave around to avoid being seen by them. Unfortunately that gave my
brothers time to catch up with me and even I can’t outrun them in there
when they’re wearing shoes and I’m not.”

“So that’s obviously when they tied you up again and hauled you back to
the house. Do they do that tie-up stuff with you often? They sure seem
to be pretty good at it!” I said while remembering how I’d been secured
the previous day.

Jason groaned and said it had been going on for awhile but more often
lately. He added that in the past he’d be able to escape them without
too much difficulty but it gradually got tougher as his brothers became
more skillful with ropes – and the previous day he couldn’t escape at
all.

“If that wasn’t bad enough,” he continued, “They knew I was desperate
to use the washroom and kept me tied up until I was forced to finally
use the diaper. They washed all the mud off my feet and left me sitting
in that wet diaper until your sister came back awhile later. She
brought back some of the baby stuff with her and decided that she’d
show my brothers how to properly change Baby Susie’s diapers. They
finally untied me and she changed me right there on the bathroom floor!
Man… that was SO embarrassing!”

I nodded in agreement. He knew that I would definitely understand where
he was coming from.

"After that, they hauled me back down to the living room and had me do
more baby acting for them. The three of them made me suck on that
stupid pacifier again while they sat on the couch together and laughed
about all the stuff they’d done with us yesterday.

I sat there and quietly listened to him complain about how much he
hated being made into such a sissy while at the same time trying to
sort out how I felt about everything. Upon reflection, Beckie and the
girls had been VERY nice to me – after all, I didn’t even get spanked
as Jason had. I was certain that Beckie would’ve been mad at me for
becoming Katie behind her back as I had, but for some reason Beckie was
a LOT nicer to me when I was Katie. That went double for her two
friends – Jessica in particular. This wasn’t to say that I was at all
happy about how that entire ordeal began yesterday, nor with Jason’s
part in it, either. His brothers finding out about Katie wasn’t part of
our arrangement and I knew that now that they DID know it was no doubt
going to cause me a lot of embarrassment in the future – even if they
actually kept it to themselves. Beckie had made certain that Jason
would keep my secret, but his brothers were a different matter
altogether. I wondered what the price of THEIR silence was going to
cost me this time.

I must have been sitting there immersed in my own thoughts for longer
than I had realized because Jason suddenly started to wave his hand in
front of my eyes. “Hey… is anyone in there? Hello?”
he asked.

“Sorry Jason,” I said absently. “What was it you were asking me?”

“I was asking if that’s what it’s like for you all the time when the
girls turn you into their baby” he said a little impatiently.

“Now that you mention it, yes.” I nodded slowly and then quickly added,
“but they’ve never involved anyone else in it like they did yesterday
and they likely wouldn’t have if you’d kept your stupid mouth shut and
not try to lie your way out of it.”

“Geez… what do YOU have to complain about? You didn’t get spanked in
front of everyone yesterday and YOU don’t have 2 older brothers that
will never let you forget it, either. At least you’re used to being
treated like a baby girl – you were even good at it!”

I opened my mouth to offer some sort of denial but it never came and I
just looked down at my feet. Jason was right, I WAS good at it.
Whenever I was put in that role, everything about being a baby girl
came naturally to me. The truth was that it wasn’t just all the
attention that everyone poured all over me when I was Katie, it was
also BEING her that was thrilling. Still, this presented all sorts of
problems to my Peter lifestyle and Jason was very aware of that.

“Look Peter,” he began, “I’ve known you for awhile and although you’ve
never been quite as into boy things as other guys are, I’ve never known
you to ever make such a convincing girl as you did yesterday. If I
hadn’t already known you, I’d have NEVER guessed you weren’t a girl…
you can even move and sound exactly like one!”

None of what he was saying was exactly new to me, but it was a bit
unsettling to hear one of my few friends say it to me. “So what is it
you’re trying to say? Are you asking me if I’m really a girl?” I said
as I gave him an annoyed look.

He looked at me for a few moments before replying. “Well, not exactly.
Obviously you’re a boy,” then he added much more quietly, “at least at
the moment.”

I gave him a quick shove. “I wouldn’t talk if I were you! I wasn’t
the one still in diapers and dresses this morning, was I?”

He rolled his eyes and then explained that he hadn’t been kept in those
clothes all night. His brothers had released him and let him change
back to his usual clothes shortly after Beckie had left yesterday. He
thought that was to be the end of that nonsense until his brothers
pounced on him while he was still sleeping. They’d waited until their
parents had left for work and then grabbed him out of bed and quickly
turned him back into Baby Susie again. Although they told him it was
only for breakfast, he wasn’t all that eager about it and they decided
to tie him to the dining room chair so they could spoon-feed him.

“My brothers will eventually get bored with that routine, but until
they do I’ll never know when they’re going to grab me and dress me up
like that again. Hopefully if I just avoid them and keep away from the
house I won’t have to worry.” He looked at me and then smirked as he
added, “Unlike YOU, I’m not all that good at being a baby or a girl and
probably couldn’t do it very well even if I wanted to”.

“Fair enough,” I said as I sighed heavily. “The truth is that I don’t
know why I can do it so well. What really bothers me is that when I’m
in that role I can’t help but to be the way that I look. It comes so
naturally to me that sometimes it’s hard to remember what it’s like
being a boy.”

“Wow…,” Jason whistled softly, “That must be pretty hard to deal
with. Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m not sure but I hope so. Beckie has also noticed these changes in
me and she’s suggested that we talk it over with our mother tonight.
I’m not sure how Mom’s going to take it, but I hope that she can help
sort this out.”

On that thought of my sister, I remembered how she had suggested I
check in with her around lunchtime so I suggested to Jason that he come
back to my place with me. We could hang around and swim in my backyard
for awhile and I assured him that he’d be safe from his brothers there.
He was a little concerned about being safe from my sister and her
friends, but I convinced him that he had nothing to fear today. For
some reason that I couldn’t even understand myself, I knew that Beckie
wouldn’t do any baby girl stuff to either of us that day. It felt weird
that I knew that for certain without knowing why since I’d never been
able to understand her like that in the past.

My feelings were correct and Beckie was quite friendly to both of us
that day. Apart from teasing Jason every so often by calling him
‘Susie’ and asking if ‘she’ was in need of another diaper change,
things were quite relaxing for the day. Beckie made lunch for the three
of us and even played about in our pool with us before then retiring
indoors to her room to read more of her magazines. Jason was quite
relieved that she seemed content to leave us alone because he still
felt a bit embarrassed around her – no doubt due to the recent diaper
changes he had been subjected to. We tried not to talk anymore on the
subject of the previous day and went down to the rec room to play some
video games. We played that way for the rest of the afternoon until it
was time for Jason to go back home. He deliberately waited 'till he
knew his parents would be home just to be on the safe side and then he
headed off after wishing me luck that night for my impending talk with
my mother.

I stayed down in the rec room for awhile longer after he’d left and
thought about how everything had started in that same room the other
week. A lot had certainly happened to me since that first day and I
wondered how I was going to be able to talk about it with our mother.
She’s a great Mom and was always very understanding, but then I’d never
had to go and tell her THIS sort of thing before.

Almost on cue, I heard her voice upstairs as she came in the front
door. It sounded like she had brought some more groceries home with her
so I went upstairs to see if I could help with anything. A little while
later, we settled down to dinner and the casual table conversation was
pretty much as normal as it usually was. Becky and Mom did most of the
talking and although that isn’t all that unusual, for some reason Mom
kept looking at me now and then with a bit of concern in her eyes.

“Peter, is there anything wrong? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight” she
finally asked.

“Uh, not really. Sorry Mom… I was just thinking about something”

Beckie met my eyes and gave me a subtle shake of her head to caution me
not to bring up the subject right at that moment and then she spoke up
to change the subject and suggested that maybe we could all go out for
a family walk to the park after dinner. For the rest of dinner and
through the remainder of the evening I tried to act as I normally did -

  • but it wasn’t easy. After the visit to the park we stopped by
    Jensen’s again for some more ice cream. At first I was a little nervous
    considering how he’d last seen me in there, but he didn’t mention it
    and only gave me a knowing wink as we were leaving.

When we finally got home it was coming up on bedtime for me so Mom was
in the process of telling me to go upstairs to have my bath when Beckie
decided now would be as good a time as ever to talk about Katie with
her.

“Mom, Peter and I need to talk to you about something and I’m not sure
how to say it because it’s kind of…. well, out of the ordinary”

Mom had a thoughtful look on her face for a moment or two and then
nodded as she sat down on the couch and beckoned us to come and sit
with her.

“Hmm… I suspected there might be something,” she said as she looked
at me. “Would I be correct if I guessed this has something to do with
Peter?”

I gave a loud gasp and was too shocked to reply. How did Mom know that?

She sat quietly and listened while Beckie talked about some of things
from my Katie visit from the previous weekend. She made a lot of
emphasis on how adorable and convincing a little girl I had been and
then how, in spite of my near-perfect performance, that I’d finally
been recognized by one of my friends at the Movie Theatre. Beckie gave
me a quick nudge and told me to tell Mom about the ‘deal’ I’d made with
Jason so he’d keep quiet about it.

I wasn’t sure how much of the story I should be telling Mom, so I just
kept to the part about the dare and having to get dressed up by myself
and then go down to Jensen’s Ice Cream Store. I had just gotten to the
part where Jason and I had returned home to find that Beckie and her
friends had gone back in the house when Beckie quickly interrupted me
and then altered the story from there.

“Me and Sam and Jess had just finished hanging up our bathing suits to
dry in the laundry room and caught Peter sneaking back into the house
dressed up as Katie” she began. “We were surprised, to say the least,
so we wouldn’t let Peter change his clothes back until he told us what
was going on. After he’d told me, I was a little annoyed with him so I
made him stay dressed as Katie for the rest of the day. That was when
we had a chance to really watch Katie in ‘girl mode’ and it was
stunning how convincing she really is.”

Mom didn’t say anything for a moment or two while she thought about
what Beckie just told her then asked me if I thought my friend would
keep quiet about it or did I want her to speak to his parents about it.

“Oh no Mom!” I said quickly, “Jason won’t tell anyone. He thinks it’s
kind of neat that I’m so good at being Katie. He promised me that he’d
keep it to himself.”

Mom looked a little skeptical, but appeared to be satisfied with my
answer.

“Mom, what we needed to talk to you about is about WHY Peter is so good
at being Katie” Beckie said. “If look at all of the little things that
you noticed during that Katie weekend and you add these other things…
there’s a lot more going on here than just playing dress up.”

Mom drew me over to her and sat me in her lap. She looked at me
carefully and asked, “Peter, how do you feel about pretending to be
Katie? Is it just a game or is it much more than that to you?”

This was it. This was the moment to finally come out and tell her, but
I couldn’t seem to make any words come out of my mouth. Everything was
such a jumble in my head and I didn’t know how to put what I was
feeling about everything into words. I could feel my lower lip
quivering a little and my eyes started watering as looked at her.

"I… I don’t know, Mom! I’m so confused! I know I that I’m a boy, but
when I’m Katie I feel… different. It’s not that I think I’m a girl
either, but… "

My voice gave out at that point and the rest of what I had tried to say
had dissolved into sobs. Mom gently held me and stroked my hair while I
cried my eyes out. Neither Beckie nor my mother said anything for
awhile and for the longest time it seemed as though the only sound in
the room was me crying on my mother’s shoulder.

My mother finally lifted my chin up and spoke very softly to me,
“Peter, tell me honestly, if I was to tell you that you never had to be
Katie ever again, how would you feel about that?”

I looked down nervously at my hands while I quietly answered, “I don’t
think I’d want Katie to go away, Mom. Even if I did, I don’t think she
could. She’s part of me.”

Mom was quiet for a moment and then nodded her head. “That’s pretty
much what I suspected. I have known for quite awhile that you were a
bit different from other little boys, but I wasn’t sure how deep those
differences went. What would you say about coming with me to see a
special friend of mine to talk about Katie? She may be able to help us
find some answers.”

Beckie, who had been quiet this entire time (and other than sleeping it
was probably one of the longest periods she’d gone to date without
talking!), suddenly spoke up, “Do you mean, like, some kind of doctor,
Mom?”

I got a little worried as soon as she’d said that. Doctors always made
me feel a little nervous and Mom could tell from looking at me what I
was thinking.

“She’s a special kind of Doctor, Peter,” she said gently. “She helps
children with problems that are difficult for them to talk about. She
has a nice, comfortable office and all you do when you see her is
talk… so you don’t have to worry about getting needles or anything
like that.”

That last part was the real clincher for me seeing as how I was really
scared of needles. If all we were going to do was talk and maybe find
some kind of answers to my problems then that would be fine by me. Mom
said she’d make me an appointment and then decided that we’d best let
the matter rest for the time being. It was now past my bedtime and I
still needed to have my bath. Mom kept Beckie downstairs with her to
talk a little more and sent me upstairs to the bathroom.

While I was having my bath, I felt as if a giant weight had been lifted
from me. I was so worried about how Mom was going to react to my Katie
situation that I had made myself really tense all day. It looked as
though Mom really seemed to understand and it made me feel better to
know that she’d be going with me to talk to this special doctor.

After awhile, Beckie came and knocked on the door to get me to hurry up
and finish up so she could have her shower. I suddenly realized that
I’d spent much longer in the tub than I normally do and wondered how I
could have lost track of time so badly. I got out and quickly dried
myself and then headed off to my room to get dressed for bed. Mom came
by shortly afterwards to tuck me in and she confirmed that she was
satisfied that I didn’t need to wear diapers to bed anymore since I’d
gone the last few nights without any accidents. While I was relieved,
there was still the thought in the back of my mind that although I
didn’t need them, Katie probably still did. I hoped this was something
that this special Doctor would help me work out.

Mom read some more to me from my current bedtime story and then kissed
me goodnight. As I was drifting off to sleep, my thoughts turned to my
experiences as Katie. I remembered that I didn’t like it at first, but
it seemed that I was now starting to look forward to the next time I
might become her again. I started to dream that it was the end of
summer now and I was back at school again – only this time I went back
as Katie… but Katie as she would be at my proper age.

Part 10 – Peter’s First Appointment

By the time the weekend came, I looked back upon that week and was
quite surprised by how much had happened to me and how much had changed
within me. I had a distinct awareness of my ‘Katie’ side now and
whenever I allowed that side to come out, it was getting harder to stop
and go back to being my ‘Peter’ self.

I had been a bit concerned about what would happen that weekend due to
the manner in which I’d spent the previous one. However, much to my
surprise and even a little to my disappointment, it had turned out to
be just a normal weekend at our house. It almost seemed as though Mom
and Beckie were going out of their way to avoid any mention of Katie or
even my upcoming appointment to see that Doctor friend of Mom’s. By
Sunday evening I’d even forgotten about it until Mom reminded me about
it at bedtime that we’d both be going the following morning. I don’t
think I managed to get very much sleep that night due to my worrying
about the appointment and the next morning I was so tired that I caught
myself dozing off a couple of times at breakfast. The funny thing is
that by the end of that day I’d found that I’d ended up getting all
worked up over nothing!

Although I was a bit uneasy at first when we’d first gotten to her
office, Dr. Carla was very pleasant and her office was really neat –
not at all like the kind of office our family doctor has. Her office
was more like someone’s living room and had a very comfortable feel to
it. Although there were a lot more bookcases in there then I’d ever
seen in anyone’s living room, she did have very comfortable chairs and
a couple of sofas to sit on. Her desk was even positioned in the corner
of the room, far away from everything else and gave the impression that
she didn’t use it that much when she was talking to her patients. She
also had a lot of really cool-looking pictures on her walls (I
discovered many years later after studying a bit of art in school that
they had been some of Salvador Dali’s works) and I was always
fascinated by them.

In spite of the very pleasant atmosphere, I was still a bit nervous
because of the reason that I was there in the first place. I had sort-
of expected her to get right down to it and sit me in a chair across
from her and talk about Katie. Instead, she and Mom sat down at a table
with me and the three of us played a few card games! That caught me
completely off-guard and so I thought that this Dr. Carla might not be
so bad after all.

After a couple of different games, Dr. Carla suggested the 3 of us play
various word games of sorts. Although they weren’t quite as enjoyable
as the card games were, I still had a bit of fun even though some of
the word games seemed a bit strange at the time. Before I knew it, our
time was up. While Mom and Dr. Carla were having a short discussion
about a second appointment, I’d wandered about her office and looked
closely at all those pictures she had on her walls. Finally, we were
ready to leave and I politely thanked Dr. Carla for the fun time we’d
had together as Mom and I left her office.

While we were driving back home, I was a bit confused about the time
we’d spent at Dr. Carla’s office. I had thought that we were supposed
to be going there to talk about Katie, but she wasn’t mentioned even
once the entire time we were there. I really did like Dr. Carla, but I
couldn’t help feeling that there was more going on at that session than
I was aware of.

When we’d gotten back to the house, Mom ushered me inside and had a
quick talk with Beckie about the usual household stuff she was supposed
to look after and then she headed off to work. As soon as she’d gone,
Beckie was extremely curious about what had gone on at my appointment
and was a bit disappointed when she’d heard what had happened.

“I thought that Mom’s friend was supposed to talk about Katie with
you,” Beckie said. “Instead she and Mom just sat around playing a few
games with you? That doesn’t make any sense.”

I shrugged and simply replied that I was just as surprised as she was
but I did point out that I was supposed to have another appointment and
maybe that one would be a bit different. Becky looked thoughtful for a
moment and then simply nodded her head and went back to the laundry
room to finish whatever it was she’d been working on before Mom and I
came home.

“What were you planning to do for the rest of today, Peter?” she called
from the laundry room.

“I dunno… I thought I’d just head out to play with Jason again,” I
replied as I poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen.

“Jessie and Sam are coming over this afternoon, are you sure you don’t
want to stay and play with us? They really miss Katie, you know.”

I choked a bit on my drink when she’d said that but I relaxed a bit
when I could hear her giggling in the laundry room. She was probably
just joking with me, but the past few weeks had given me cause to be
concerned just the same. I politely declined her invitation and took
off out of the house as fast as I could.

During the walk over to Jason’s place I kept thinking about the visit
with the Doctor that morning. Katie hadn’t been brought up at all then
– or over the past weekend either, come to think of it. Beckie’s
casual teasing just before I’d left was the first mention of Katie in
days and now that I had a chance to think a bit more about it, I’d
almost felt relieved that she’d been mentioned again. Maybe the Katie
side of me was getting a little restless since she hasn’t been allowed
out for a few days. I shivered at that thought. I was one person, not
two – I knew this, but it was almost as if I couldn’t figure out which
one I was supposed to be.

“Hey Peter, wait up!” Jason shouted from behind me as he rode his
skateboard to catch up with me.

I suddenly noticed that I’d walked about a half a block past his house
without realizing it. I turned and watched Jason come to a stop beside
me.

“What’s with you today Peter? You walked clear past my house like you
forgot where I lived or something. Did that Doctor really freak you out
this morning, or what?”

“Nah… nothing much really happened. We played some card games and
some word games, but that was about it. My problems with Katie weren’t
even mentioned.”

Jason was a bit surprised when I told him that but quickly shrugged it
off and suggested we hang out at his place for a bit and play some
video games. His reaction was pretty much what I suspected it would be
since although he was my best friend, this Katie business is still
pretty freaky to him and he’d much rather prefer not to dwell on it if
he didn’t have to. No doubt his recent adventures as ‘Baby Suzie’ were
still fresh in his mind and to him the less that was said about little
girl alter-egos the better. I wasn’t all that eager to encounter his
brothers for pretty much the same reason, but I figured it’d probably
be okay and the worst I could expect from the two of them would be a
bit of harmless teasing.

We walked back to his house and just as we approached the side door I
started to notice a strange smell that got stronger as we entered the
house. Brian and Tom were loading their dishwasher as we entered and
immediately started in with on me with their usual banter.

“Heyyy… look, it’s that pretty little girlfriend of Jason’s again!”
Brian said with a chuckle. “You really should try to wear girls clothes
more often or someone might mistake you for a boy, Katie.”

I gave him a dirty look but didn’t say anything. Jason simply rolled
his eyes and told them we were going to play some video games down in
their rec-room. As we passed through the kitchen, the mysterious smell
was REALLY noticeable now and I stopped so suddenly in my tracks that
Jason practically plowed into me.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” he asked.

“Can’t you smell that?” I asked as I sniffed the air a little deeper to
try and determine what direction it was coming from.

Brian and Tom suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked over at
us with strange expressions on their faces. Jason looked back at them
and simply shrugged.

“Smell what? I can’t smell anything,” he said as he gave me a strange
look of his own. “Are you joking with me, or what?”

“No, really… I could smell it outside and even more so in here. It
almost smells like something’s burning.” I ignored the jibes from Brian
and Tom as I tried to locate where it was coming from. I followed the
scent to the cupboard under the sink and when I opened it, a smokey
vapor of some sort started to drift out at me.

“Holy shit!” Brian yelled as he dove at the cupboard and pushed me out
of the way. He yelled for Tom to throw him the flashlight and then
looked inside to see what was causing the vapor. After a moment or two,
he got up and filled a bowl with water in the sink and then poured it
out somewhere underneath the sink.

“It wasn’t exactly a fire,” he said as he came back out from under the
sink. “I must have accidentally knocked some of the cleaning bottles
over under there when I was putting the dish soap back. A couple of the
lids weren’t tight and where they had spilled a bit was causing that
vapor.” He paused his explaination and looked at me really strangely.
“How did you know, Peter?”

“I told you, I could SMELL it!” I replied a bit indignantly. “It was
really strong too, I’m surprised that you didn’t notice it yourselves.
Maybe you were too busy making fun of me and weren’t paying attention.”

Brian and Tom simply looked at each other and for once they actually
had nothing to say. Jason gave a quick tug on my arm and motioned for
me to head down to their rec-room with him. Jason was very quiet while
we were setting the game up and I finally had to ask him what was
bugging him.

“C’mon Peter, level with me… how did you know about that spill under
the sink? Are you like, psychic or something?”

I sighed deeply as I tried again to convince him of the truth.

“Honestly Jason, I smelled it from the side of the house and then it
was really strong in the kitchen. Are you trying to say that you didn’t
notice it either?”

“No,” he quietly replied. “I couldn’t and neither could my brothers who
were standing a couple of feet away from it the entire time.” He didn’t
say anything else for a few moments and just stared at me. The look in
his eyes was indicating that he was getting a bit freaked, but then it
was gone almost as quickly and he suddenly laughed.

“Well, if you aren’t a psychic you must be part bloodhound! Maybe we
should see if you can start tracking people by their scent and stuff
like that!” he said with a smirk.

I gave him a playful shove and then we started our game. After a little
while, Brian called us to the kitchen for lunch. I was expecting more
teasing from him and Tom while we were all having lunch but was quite
surprised that neither one of them even so much as called me ‘Katie’
the entire time. Every so often I thought I could see Brian staring at
me out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I’d look over at him he’d
suddenly look somewhere else.

After lunch, I was starting to think that with Jason’s brothers acting
so weird on me that it might be a good idea for me and Jason to head
out of his house to play somewhere else. I didn’t say so to Jason, but
I almost felt like Brian was trying to study me or something and the
feeling was really creepy. Jason agreed it would be a good idea and we
headed out to play in the ravine behind his house.

We ended up spending all afternoon there and by the time I had to head
home, both Jason and I were covered in a fair share of mud. This was
certainly not unusual for either of us as we often go home a bit dirty
after playing down near the small creek that runs through the ravine.
We’d had a really good time playing together down there and I felt as
if it’d been quite awhile since we’d had that kind of fun together. All
that Katie business had certainly cramped my Peter style and I hadn’t
realized how much I missed a good afternoon of playing outside like
that.

I had been fortunate to have arrived home before our mother, because
she probably would have been less than pleased to see how dirty I
managed to make myself. As it was, Beckie was a little cheesed off to
see the state my clothes were in and had me strip them off in the
laundry room so she could start washing them right away. She sent me
off to the bathroom immediately to have a bath so I wouldn’t be so
filthy when Mom came home for dinner.

“But Beckie,” I protested, “I don’t have my evening bath until before
bedtime!”

“Yes, that’s normally true but sometimes dirty little boys need more
than one! I’ll bet Katie wouldn’t ever come home like that because
little girls are much better behaved and take better care of their
clothes than boys do.”

As she made those last remarks about Katie, I got the message and the
underlying threat that if I didn’t do as she said right away then it
could very well be Katie joining her and Mom for dinner that night
instead of Peter. While the idea of being Katie again wasn’t so
terrible, I wasn’t particularly keen on the possibility of having to
wear diapers at dinner that night. Without another word, I quickly
scurried off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

While I was washing up, I thought back to how I’d felt earlier in the
day on my way to Jason’s house. I did miss being Katie and when Beckie
had implied turning me into her again I almost wanted to defy her just
enough so she’d actually do it. It wasn’t just a feeling or a want… I
NEEDED to become Katie again. I was pretty sure that I couldn’t come
right out and ask Mom if I could become Katie again. She seemed to want
me to be Peter as much as possible while this doctor friend of hers was
doing whatever it was she was doing. Mom had mentioned that I had
another appointment with Dr. Carla in a couple of days so maybe after
that one she might let Katie come back again for a little while.

Mom came home shortly after I’d finished my bath and immediately
noticed that I’d had an early bath. Beckie explained how I’d come home
earlier and Mom simply chuckled a bit and said nothing else about it as
she and Beckie started making dinner together.

A little later on while we were all eating dinner together, the
conversation seemed pretty ordinary and almost noticeably lacking in
any mention of my Katie-side. I was pretty sure that Mom was
deliberately trying to avoid that topic for some reason, but I couldn’t
quite understand why. Beckie tried to bring up my session with Dr.
Carla that morning but Mom simply told her that there wasn’t much to
talk about until after my next appointment and then she quickly changed
the subject.

During mealtimes, the table conversation is usually dominated by Beckie
and Mom – with me sometimes joining the conversation for brief periods
of time. That evening, however, Mom seemed very interested in how I’d
spent my day and asked me to tell her as much as I could about every
little detail I could remember. It seemed a bit odd, but I told her as
much as I could about that day’s adventures. I talked about the ravine
and the frogs that we caught (we let them go shortly afterwards),
playing video games and all the other usual boy-things that Jason and I
did when we played together. I was kind of amused by the fact that
Beckie seemed to be really uninterested in the kinds of things I did
when I was out playing and she seemed to be trying her hardest to tune
out of the conversation. I didn’t really believe that Mom was all that
interested, either but she smiled just the same and kept encouraging me
to keep telling her things.

When I’d casually mentioned the spill under Jason’s kitchen sink and
how Jason’s two brothers were too dumb to notice even when they were
standing right next to it, Beckie suddenly perked up a bit. She
obviously had a bit of an interest in Brian and probably didn’t like me
calling him ‘dumb’ in front of her.

“I’ve been over at Jason’s house too you know, Peter,” she said with a
quick wink. “Just because Brian didn’t happen to look under his sink
before you did doesn’t make him dumb. Maybe someone should ask why you
were so nosey and poking around under there in the first place.”

I quickly denied that I was being nosey and explained what had happened
and how I thought it was really weird that none of them noticed it but
me. I changed the topic and tried to talk about other things but I
stopped when I noticed that both Beckie and Mom were sitting quietly
and just staring at me with odd looks on their faces. I looked at each
of them questioningly and for about a minute or two no one said a
thing. I got the impression that something I’d said had definitely
gotten their attention but I couldn’t figure out what was so important.

“Peter,” my mother asked me slowly, “what you’re telling me is that
none of the other boys could smell the spill but you could, is that
right?”

“Well, yeah… it was really hard to miss. I can’t believe that they
didn’t notice it,” I replied casually.

For some reason, Beckie had an astonished look on her face and Mom just
sort of smiled and gave a quick shake of her head. She then changed the
subject and we went back to a more normal level of conversation at the
table with Beckie and Mom doing most of the talking.

After dinner, Beckie and I cleared the table while Mom went up to her
room for a few minutes. When she came back down, she suggested we have
an evening in and watch TV together. I was feeling a bit tired by that
point since I hadn’t slept very well the night before, so that was fine
by me. I was excused from having to take my bath since I’d already had
one before dinner, so I stayed downstairs with Mom while Beckie went up
for her shower a little later in the evening.

When it was time for bed, Mom sent me off to my room and told me she’d
be along a few minutes later to tuck me in. The moment I got upstairs
to my room, I immediately smelled something out of place in there. It
only took a moment before I recognized Beckie’s perfume. I went across
the hall to her room and knocked on the door.

“Ha ha, very funny Beckie!” I said from outside her room.

“Yes, what is it Peter?” she asked as she opened her door.

“You KNOW what I’m talking about!” I told her. “I know you’re mad
because I came home all dirty, but why did you have to spray your
perfume on my clothes? Now I’m going to smell like a girl tomorrow and
Jason and his brothers are going to make fun of me!”

“That’s enough Peter,” my mother said from behind me. “Rebecca didn’t
put the perfume in your room… I did.”

I spun around and looked at her with a very confused expression on my
face. “Huh? What’d you do that for Mom?”

“I wanted to do a little test to see how sensitive your sense of smell
was. I used the smallest amount of Rebecca’s perfume that I could and
you were able to notice it immediately.”

I still didn’t know what she was getting at, but Beckie seemed to clue
in right away and covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled ‘amazing’
to herself. I was starting to get a little annoyed by all this and
asked to be let in on whatever it was that was such a big deal, since I
still had no idea what they were talking about. Much to my frustration,
Mom told me that it would have to wait until she could bring it up at
my next appointment and then perhaps Dr. Carla would be able to explain
it to me. I didn’t want to wait that long but Mom made it clear that I
was to drop the subject for now and shooed me into my bedroom so she
could tuck me in.

That night, I again found myself dreaming in a world of rich sights,
sounds and smells. I looked down and saw myself dressed in a simple,
yet elegant sundress and pair of sandals. I was standing out in a
grassy meadow with flowers growing everywhere and, oddly enough, a
full-sized mirror seemed to be standing out there with me to show me my
reflection. My hair on the sides of my head had been swept back and
braided about my head almost like a crown, while the rest of my hair
hung free down to my shoulders and moved with the gentle breeze that
was present. I spun around a few times in front of the mirror and
glanced over my shoulder to watch my dress billow slightly and relished
the feeling of the hem of my dress sweeping across my legs whenever the
breeze moved it.

“It’s not really so bad, is it?” a cheerful voice suddenly spoke out of
nowhere.

I stopped and caught my balance as I looked about to see where the
voice had come from. Even though I knew I was dreaming, it felt as
though there was someone else out in that meadow with me. “Who’s
there?” I asked and noted the girlish sound of my voice.

“There’s no one here,” the voice said with a giggle. “There’s just
you.”

I noted that time that the voice seemed to be coming from the mirror. I
walked up to it to take a closer look and immediately noticed that my
reflection wasn’t mimicing me anymore, it appeared to be sitting down
and smelling some flowers down near the base of the mirror. This is a
pretty weird dream, I thought as I sat down in front of the mirror.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I’m you, silly,” my reflection answered. “You’re me, we are two and we
both are one.”

This was starting to freak me out a little. I never talked like that,
so why was my reflection doing it? “Um… okay, what should I call you
then?” I asked her.

“Well,” she said as she stood up in front of me and did a little
pirouette, “I’m Katie.” She spun around one or two more times and then
suddenly before my eyes she changed as she continued in a slightly
different tone of voice. “I’m also Peter.”

The reflection now looked as I did when I’m Peter and when I looked
down at myself, I saw that I was still dressed as Katie. “Why are you
here? What do you want?” I asked while starting to feel very nervous.

“I want what you want,” he simply answered. “We want to be one again.”

I nodded and stood up so I could look at him from eye-level. “I’m
afraid… I don’t know how,” I said as a single tear rolled down my
cheek.

“Of course you don’t. Neither do I. But I do know that we can find out
together.”

He smiled at me and then looked down at his clothing. He spun around
again and he was Katie once more, but when I looked down at myself I
saw that this time I had become Peter.

“What does this mean?” I asked her. “We can’t be both, can we?”

“Says who?” she asked me as her image began to fade from the mirror.
“We ARE both. We are two and we both are one.”

I remember that I sat there for a while longer and tried to make sense
of what she’d said and then I found myself slowly waking up in my bed
the next morning. I usually find it difficult to remember much of my
dreams after waking up, but that one had remained VERY clear in my
memory – and over the years it certainly wasn’t the only one, either!

Chapter 11 – Katie’s Mystery Revealed

When I woke up the next morning, I was still reeling a bit from what had
been up to that point, the weirdest dream I’d EVER had. How often does a
person come face to face with himself in a dream? As both a girl AND a
boy? It seemed as though this was the kind of thing that I should be
telling Dr. Carla about, but I hadn’t quite been able to figure her out
yet. I was still lying in my bed thinking about the previous night’s
dream when Beckie knocked gently on my bedroom door.

“Peter? Are you awake yet?” she called softly from the other side of the
door.

“Um… Yeah, sorry Beckie, I’ll be downstairs in a minute,” I answered as
I threw back the covers and jumped out of bed.

I was anxious to get into the bathroom to see how I looked in the mirror
this morning as I was still so freaked out about that dream that I was
sure I’d look like Katie again. I waited until I heard Beckie making her
way back down the stairs and then quickly dashed into the bathroom.

I approached the mirror cautiously – almost as if I were afraid that
something was going to jump out of it and bite me. I let out a sigh of
relief when I saw my normal reflection staring back at me. I suddenly
felt a bit silly, I mean… what was I REALLY expecting I’d see? It was
only a dream after all and there was no reason for me to be feeling so
tense. I decided to take care of my usual morning business in the
bathroom while I was there and then headed down to have breakfast with
Beckie.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully as she placed a bowl of cereal in
front of me. “Did you sleep well?”

In spite of my self-assurances I’d made in the bathroom just before
coming downstairs, I was a bit startled at her question and for the
briefest of moments wondered if she knew about that dream. I shook my
head and almost laughed out loud when I realized I was just being
paranoid. Still, it isn’t like Beckie to be in such a cheery mood with me
for no reason at all. Maybe Jason’s brother Brian finally asked her out
on a date or something.

“I’m okay, thanks,” I responded quietly and started to eat my cereal.

Beckie’s good mood continued to remain a mystery to me through the rest
of breakfast. Normally this would be enough to make me really nervous
that she was about to pull something on me, but for some reason I
couldn’t explain I somehow knew that she was just in a feel-good sort of
mood and there was nothing for me to worry about. I decided that I’d make
the most of the situation and get out of her hair quickly before her mood
changed and she made me stay home and do chores with her or something
like that.

After breakfast, I went back upstairs to get dressed for the day and for
a moment accidentally walked into Beckie’s room by mistake. I was really
surprised that I’d gone and done that without even realizing it and I was
grateful that Beckie hadn’t been upstairs at the time to see me do it.
Good mood or not, that was the sort of thing that older sisters REALLY
hate when done by their younger brothers and I didn’t want to start the
day with Beckie on the warpath. Needless to say, I quickly retreated to
my own room as silently as I could, got dressed and then headed over to
Jason’s place.

When I got to Jason’s house, I was a little surprised that Brian didn’t
greet me with one of his usual teases about being a girl when he let me
in. Tom, however, could always be counted on to be a jerk and was never
one to let an opportunity to prove it pass him by.

“What, no dress today little girl?” he said with a stupid looking grin on
his face as I entered their Kitchen.

I refused to take his bait, so I just sighed deeply and shook my head.
Jason, who was finishing up his breakfast opposite from Tom, grunted and
shot him a nasty look.

“What’s the matter Jason? You don’t like me bothering your little
girlfriend over there?” Tom teased. “Maybe if she’d dress like the girl
we know she is more often we wouldn’t keep confusing her with some boy
named Peter.”

“Can it, Tom.” Brian ordered from the doorway. “Lay off the kid for now.”
He gave Tom a bit of a stern look, which kind of surprised him for a
moment but then Tom simply shrugged it off and carried his plate over to
the sink.

“Catch you later girls!” he said to Jason and me as he headed down with
Brian to their rec-room. No doubt another table-tennis championship was
awaiting them so at least Jason and I could be reasonably sure that his
brothers would be pre-occupied enough with their game to bother with us.

“Your brother Tom can really be a Jerk, you know,” I said to Jason after
they’d left the room. “This is exactly the kind of thing I was afraid
would happen after those two caught me dressed up as Katie last week.”

“Yeah, yeah… I know,” Jason said despondently. “He says the same stuff
to me sometimes as well. Being turned into ‘Baby Suzie’ by your sister
and her friends didn’t make my life any easier around here either, you
know!”

I conceded his point and suggested that we get out of here and head down
to the park or something for the rest of the morning. He also seemed to
be quite eager to get away from his brothers so he put his dishes in the
sink and we took off to the park.

There was a larger than usual group of kids gathered at the park that
morning when we arrived. It looked as though they were trying to get a
game of baseball together and were arguing over teams and the fact that
they were a few players short. As it turned out, with Jason and my
arrival we seemed to be all they needed and were asked to play. Normally
I’m not terribly eager to engage in play with larger groups of kids, but
for baseball I’d make an exception. It was one of the few sports I could
do where my limited physical ability wasn’t as noticeable so I wouldn’t
get teased quite as much by other kids. On top of that, it was a lot of
fun to play even if I wasn’t the best athlete on the team.

As soon as we’d agreed to play, I was a little disappointed when Jason
and I had been assigned to opposing teams. It only took a moment to
realize why, though. As is typical behaviour for kids under the age of
14, games are often grouped along gender lines. No doubt the phrase
‘girls against boys’ has been a common childhood saying for generations.
This game was no different and I was surprised to see that I was now on
the girls’ team. Even though I often get mistaken for a girl regardless
of how I’m dressed, I was unsure if I should try to point out the error
to the girls or not. I discovered later on in life that some questions
are often better left un-asked. It would be quite humiliating to discover
that they knew I was a boy, but thought to be far too girlish to play on
the boys’ team.

As it turned out, I found out. I had been chosen by the girls, as opposed
to being rejected by the boys and they knew exactly who I was because the
team’s ‘captain’ was a girl named Nancy, who had been in my class at
school that year.

“Thanks for playing on our team today, Peter,” Nancy told me as our team
walked to our side of the baseball diamond to decide what field positions
we’d each play. “I know it must seem a bit weird to you to have to play
on a girls’ team, but we really need an extra player and we’d much rather
have you than any of those other boys, right girls?” she said to the rest
of the group.

There were a lot of shouts of agreement from the rest of the girls so I
simply shrugged and told Nancy I was okay with it all. I started to think
that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad since it seemed that the girls really
wanted me as a player and weren’t simply tolerating me as they would
otherwise be a player short.

The boys’ team took to the infield first, so our team went to bat first.
As to be expected, the boys would shout all kinds of comments to our
players as each girl had her turn at bat. We didn’t get any runs in that
first inning, but at least we got a couple of base hits. The girls had me
play the shortstop position when we went to the infield – which earned
me a lot of teasing from some members of the boys’ team as I was
ironically also one of the smallest players on the girls’ team. Any other
time I’ve played baseball I’m usually stuck playing an outfield position
since most boys don’t think much of my abilities to play any of the
infield positions. The girls obviously had more confidence in my playing
ability than even I had, so I crossed my fingers and hoped I wouldn’t end
up letting them down.

For most of the game, it was pretty even between the two teams. For all
of their arrogance and teasing, the boys’ team weren’t really dominating
the game in runs as much as they’d been bragging they would before we
started playing. They did have a couple of runs more than we did, but a
good effort at bat by our team could easily put us in the lead again.
This was putting a certain amount of pressure on me because each time I’d
been at bat so far in the game, I’d been struck out easily by their
pitcher. By the time we were coming down to the final few innings of the
game, our team was running out of chances so we needed to get some runs
in. We’d managed to get a couple of players on base when my turn at bat
came up again and I started to panic, thinking that I’d blow it again and
then everybody would think I wasn’t even good enough to play on a girls’
team. I was so nervous that I was trembling and I hoped it wasn’t too
noticeable.

“Peter,” Nancy said to me gently as she came up beside me and laid her
hand on my shoulder. “Just try to relax. You’re doing fine, you know.
You aren’t the only player on our team who hasn’t had a hit in the game
so far. You look as though you’re going to fall down or something!”

I looked at her and gave her a nervous smile. I promised her that I’d try
to relax a bit and then went to take my position at bat. The players on
the boys’ team immediately started with the teasing as I was walking
over. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself
as I kept reminding myself that they’re just trying to pressure me so
I’ll blow my turn at bat.

“Hey Peter,” their pitcher shouted to me, “Why don’t you just take your
three swings right now and save me the time of having to strike you out?”

Most of their team laughed and shouted similar things to me. “C’mon
Peter,” said another “we thought that you’d at least be able to play on a
girls’ team, are you trying to make us believe that you can’t even do
that?”

I glanced over at Nancy and the rest of the girls and was a little
surprised to see everyone looking back and giving me the ‘thumbs up’ for
encouragement. I felt an incredible wave of calm flow through me then and
I realized that I’d gotten myself all worked up for the dumbest of
reasons. Who was it I was trying to impress, anyways, all the guys on the
other team? They’d made it clear from the start that they didn’t think
much of my playing ability – or the abilities of any of the girls on our
team. They were so arrogant that they’d even brought all of their
outfielders closer while I was up at bat to show me they figured I’d
never get a hit and if I did, they doubted it would go very far. The
girls, on the other hand, were completely supportive of me regardless of
how I’d been playing up to that point. To them, I was a valued member of
their team and they stood by me no matter what.

This realization completely eradicated the trembling in my limbs and I
was able to focus on the pitcher with complete clarity. I wanted to hit
that ball now, but not just to show up the boys. I wanted to do it for my
teammates and for some reason I knew with absolute certainty that this
time it was going to happen. The first pitch that came in narrowly missed
bruising my ankle – which earned the pitcher a lot of angry shouts from
my teammates. Needless to say, I didn’t swing at it or the next 2 pitches
either as it was obvious that the pitcher believed me to be desperate
enough to swing at anything. He was starting to draw some negative
comments from his own teammates at that point and was told to ‘quit
screwing around’, lest he should accidentally walk me to base. Whatever
levels of pride or arrogance was driving this guy, he’d finished toying
with me and the next throw was dead-on fastball, or at least… that’s
what I was told it was later on by the rest of my teammates.

When he’d thrown that pitch, for some reason everything appeared to me to
be going in slow-motion as I tracked the ball coming towards me. From my
perspective, the ball was going so ridiculously slow that I couldn’t
possibly miss it, so I swung and clobbered it. There was a resounding
crack immediately followed by the entire boys’ team simultaneously
sucking in their breath. No doubt at that point they’d regretted being so
cocky and pulling their outfielders so close – not that it would have
helped them much if they’d been in their regular places because that was
a serious home-run hit. I was absolutely stunned by what I’d just done,
but was snapped out of my daze by my teammates cheering me like crazy, so
I did the per functionary jog around the bases. Jason, who was playing
third base, gave me two thumbs up andcongratulated me as I passed by him,
but he was the only one.

Thanks to my home run, we had caught up and were leading the boys’ team
by a single run. Our next batter was our last out and sent our team back
to the field to try and defend our lead. If we could do it, we’d win – a
fact that was definitely not lost on the boys who were determined not to
be beaten by a ‘bunch of girls’. The euphoria of my surprising success at
bat was now starting to fade as I was back out playing shortstop. I had
fumbled a few times on a couple of plays earlier in the game that had
prevented our team from catching runners out as fast as we should have,
but none of the girls blamed me. I crossed my fingers again as the first
batter went up to the plate and hoped that I wouldn’t let the girls down
when we were so close to victory.

The first batter got a hit right away and made it to base, as did the
second batter. If they got a decent enough hit in, they’d get at least
one runner in to tie the game and then they’d probably wear us down to
get the winning runs in. There were no more innings left in that game so
we had to shut their team down before they could make a single run if we
wanted to win. Their next batter was, unfortunately for us, one of their
best hitters so our chances were not looking very good. He got his hit
all right, and it came straight at me!

Once again I experienced that strange sensation of time slowing down and
the ball seemed to crawl towards me to the point where I could just reach
up and snatch it out of the air. I caught it and threw it immediately to
our third base and that runner was nailed. I couldn’t believe it! I’d
just been responsible for a double-play! My teammates practically went
crazy and they all charged me at once and caught me in a huge group hug.
It probably would have been safe to say that even if we’d lost the game
after that, it wouldn’t have mattered to us. There was still a runner on
second base, but by that point the boys’ team was pretty de-moralized and
started to make a few slip-ups.

I figured the runner would at least try to steal a base, but for some
reason he was afraid to try running past me. We got their final out by
striking out the last batter and then victory was ours. If I’d thought
that the girls were all crazy and excited before, it couldn’t compare to
how they’d reacted after the game was over.

“Peter, that was AMAZING!!” Nancy said while trying to catch her breath,
“Maybe the boys won’t be so quick in letting us have you next time!”

“Well, they can try but Peter is OURS,” said another girl.

There was a lot of gleeful hugging and high-fives going on as the boys’
team captain came over with the rest of his team to congratulate us.
Even though we’d pulled off some outstanding ball-playing by even their
standards, they still were quick to try and make as little of it as
possible. Boys!!

“Good game, girls,” he said. “You got a few lucky plays in there, but you
won’t be so lucky next time.”

“It isn’t all luck, you know Jeff!” Nancy said as she stepped out of our
group to face him. “We beat you because we played as a team and we
supported every member of our team, even when things didn’t go as well as
we would have hoped they would.”

Jeff, who was probably more irritated that his team lost to girls then at
me in particular, shot me a dirty look.

“Say what you want Nancy, but next time we’ll see if the little sissy
over there manages to luck out like that again,” he said somewhat
spitefully.

Hearing him say those words felt as though someone had just slapped me
across my face. As I looked from Jeff’s face to those of the other boys I
saw a lot of similar looks coming from them. I couldn’t understand why
they were blaming me for their loss and they weren’t being very subtle
about it, either. I had hoped that my performance in that day’s game
would earn me a little hard-won respect in their eyes for a change, but
that wasn’t to be. It seemed that no matter what I did, most boys would
never accept me. I felt tears forming in my eyes as the last of the
enthusiasm I’d felt about our victory was swept away.

“Look… the little sissy’s gonna start to cry now!” said one boy as he
pointed at me. “It looks like he’s on the right team after all. Maybe you
girls should dress him like the rest of you so there’ll be no doubt where
he belongs!”

The rest of their team all laughed at me as they turned and left the
field, except for Jason who said nothing and stayed behind with me. By
then, a couple of tears finally did roll down my cheeks as the rest of
our team crowded around me to comfort me.

“Don’t let it bother you, Peter,” Nancy said soothingly. “They’re all
just a bunch of jerks anyways. You’re not like them at all… why do you
think we wanted you for our team?”

I sniffled a bit. “Maybe because you thought I was a sissy just like
they’re saying I am,” I answered miserably.

“That’s not true! You’re not a sissy to us! You’re… well, I don’t
know … much gentler than they are. You’re not like any of them. You’re
more like us.”

Nancy had said that last part accidentally but by then it was too late to
take it back. She looked at me a little guiltily, fearing that she might
just have upset me even more. She was surprised when I gave her a weak
smile and simply told her, “I know.”

“They’re right you know, Peter” Jason finally said. “You aren’t like the
rest of us, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. The guys are all
just sore because they figured you couldn’t play ball very well and you
ended up making them all look dumb.”

The rest of the girls, who were impressed that Jason stayed with me,
agreed and encouraged me to forget about all those other idiots. We’d won
the game, after all. Not only had we out-played them, but in the end we’d
out-classed them as well. There really wasn’t anything to be sad about.

By then it was just around noon so everyone broke up to go their separate
ways for lunch. I invited Jason to return home with me and he accepted –
although a bit reluctantly as he was still a little nervous around
Beckie. When we got back to my place, I was glad to see that Beckie was
still in the same pleasant mood from that morning so I was able to
confidently reassure Jason that he’d be okay. We made casual conversation
over lunch and got into discussing the baseball game of that morning. In
truth, most of the talking had been between Beckie and Jason as he seemed
to think a lot more of the game than I did. Beckie was a bit amused when
he’d told her I was picked for the girls’ team and was especially
interested in how I’d performed in the game, and in the last inning in
particular.

“You shoulda seen it,” Jason told her, “Not only was it an incredible
play, but it was Peter of all people that did it!”

“Gee, thanks a lot Jason,” I said sarcastically.

“No, really Peter… you did VERY well in the game today. In fact, I
don’t think I’ve ever seen you move as fast as I saw you move today. The
same for when you got the home run that put your team in the lead. I had
no idea you had it in you!”

“Well, to be perfectly honest I was just as surprised as everyone else
was,” I replied, “I was really nervous at first, but then I suddenly felt
really calm with all my teammates cheering me on and then I wasn’t
nervous at all. What’s really funny is that it almost felt as if
everything else around me had slowed down and that was how I was able to
play so well then.”

Beckie said nothing, but looked at me thoughtfully as Jason continued to
rant about my ‘outstanding playing’. After we’d finished lunch, I felt as
if I’d had enough of playing outdoors for the day and wanted to stay in
and play some video games. We offered to help clean up but Beckie told us
she’d be fine doing it by herself and told us to go down to the rec-room
and enjoy ourselves. Not being one to take such an offer for granted, I
headed downstairs with Jason in tow.

We played for the rest of the afternoon until Jason had to go home. I
went back up to my room to lie on my bed and stare up at the ceiling
while I thought about the days events. Things could really be confusing
sometimes, that was for certain. The day had started with me waking up
from that strange dream where I’d met myself in it as both a boy and a
girl. That got me thinking about what my reflection had told me. ‘We are
two and we both are one’.

Well, it seemed as if it was certainly true today. My girlish qualities
had definitely been more obvious lately, but today I discovered that I
still had boyish qualities as well. I hadn’t exactly been truthful to
Beckie and Jason during lunch. I was MORE surprised than anyone else
about how I’d performed. I couldn’t figure out why I was able to do it
then when I was never able to find that kind of ability before. Maybe the
Katie side of me had something to do with it.

Mom came home from work a little while later to start preparing dinner
for us. Lately Beckie had been taking a greater interest in cooking and
such so she did most of the cooking while Mom seemed to be offering her
pointers here and there. At the time, Beckie wasn’t as experienced as our
Mom at cooking, but she still made a pretty good dinner that night.

During our meal, Beckie told Mom about the baseball game and how I’d won
the game for my team practically single-handedly. I protested that it
wasn’t entirely true and insisted it was a team effort and I’d only
gotten a bit lucky, but Mom and Beckie wouldn’t allow me to be modest.
Mom was so proud of me that she insisted that we all go out for ice cream
after dinner to celebrate.

Well, what can one say to an offer like that? Ice cream was ice cream,
after all. We casually walked down to Jensen’s parlor after dinner and
upon arriving, Mom couldn’t resist telling Mr. Jensen about how we were
there celebrating my outstanding baseball playing earlier that day. I was
a little embarrassed by all the fuss she was making but I didn’t say
anything. There hadn’t really been too many days like this where I’d out-
shined other kids as dramatically as I had today and Mom was extremely
proud of me for it so I saw no reason to spoil it for her. Mr. Jensen was
impressed by the tale as well and he gave me an extra scoop of ice cream
for free as a treat.

Just as we were leaving the store, a couple of girls that I’d recognized
from our game that morning came in with their parents. They’d recognized
me immediately and excitedly pointed at me while telling their parents
“That’s him! that the boy we told you about from the game!” Their parents
looked over at us and then looked at me curiously for a moment before
they all came over to us and introduced themselves to Mom and Beckie.

“Our daughters have been ranting about their team’s exciting win over the
boys’ team this morning. You’re quite the fine lad and a good sport for
offering to play on the girls team,” their father said to me.

I was a little uncomfortable with all this praise I was getting as I felt
it wasn’t entirely fair to the rest of the girls who’d played. Besides
that, I hadn’t offered to play on the girls team, the girls had
specifically picked me when they’d seen Jason and myself coming to join
the game that morning. I decided it’d probably be better to keep that to
myself and just smiled and shook his hand.

We all exchanged some small-talk for another minute or so and then we
politely excused ourselves and headed out for a detour through the park
on our way back home. By the time we got back home, I was quite relieved
that Mom and Beckie seemed to have gotten tired of talking about my
‘surprising’ athletic ability that day. We finally settled into our usual
‘winding down’ evening routine and spent a bit of family time together
watching television.

By the time I’d had my evening bath, I was more than ready for bed. That
day’s events had been much more vigorous for me than they usually were
and I was physically and even a little mentally exhausted. After Mom
tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, I wondered momentarily if I’d have
another odd dream like the night before but decided I was too tired to
worry about it.

As it turned out, I’d slept VERY deeply and very peacefully that night
and I couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary that I’d dreamt
about during the night by the time morning came.

The following days until my Friday appointment with Dr. Carla were
surprisingly normal – although I do admit that my idea of ‘normal’ had
certainly been shaken up quite a bit over the past couple of weeks. Just
as it had been with the first appointment, it appeared that both Mom and
Beckie were making some effort to not mention my ‘Katie’ side at all. I
figured that it was probably some kind of instruction from Dr. Carla, but
since we’d never discussed Katie at that first meeting either, I was a
little confused as to what the point of it all was.

So, I’d spent those in-between days playing with Jason and doing the
sorts of things that the two of us normally did together when we had a
lot of free time. Beckie wasn’t all that pleased to see me return each
day covered in a noticeable amount of dirt, but surprisingly she didn’t
make a big deal out of it either.

By Thursday evening, I was feeling a lot more relaxed than I had been for
my first appointment. I guessed it was because for the second appointment
I thought I had a better idea of what to expect. By the time I’d finished
my evening bath, I soon discovered just how different things were going
to be this time.

Mom had come into the bathroom near the end of my bathtime and spent a
fewminutes playing with me before she helped me out of the tub so she
could dry me off.

“Are you looking forward to your visit with Dr. Carla tomorrow, sweetie?”
she asked as she was gently patting me down with a big fluffy towel.

It was a simple question to answer, but for some reason I had this
strange feeling that Mom was leading up to something, so I hesitated
before I answered.

“Sure, I guess… I mean, all we did was play some games last time. Is
that what we’re going to do tomorrow?” I asked her.

“Yes Dear, something like that,” Mom answered carefully. “What will be
different this time is that this appointment is for Katie, not Peter.”

Her answer caught me a bit off-guard, so I stayed quiet for the time
being as I wasn’t quite sure what to say next. Mom gathered me up in the
towel and carried me down the hall to her room, where I noticed that
there were diapers and a nightgown laid out on her bed waiting for me.
She gently put me down on the bed and then proceeded to powder and then
pin the diapers on me.

“Why do I have to become Katie for this appointment… and why now if the
appointment is for tomorrow?” I asked sullenly, finally breaking the
silence.

“Dr. Carla asked me to make sure that Katie has a proper start to the day
and that includes the night before,” she replied as she worked the
plastic pants up over my diaper, “Besides,” she said as she gently
tweaked my nose, “I haven’t seen Katie for awhile now and I miss having
my baby in my room with me.”

I giggled a bit in spite of myself and felt my apprehension start to melt
away while Mom finished dressing me for bed and started to set my hair in
pigtails. I was still a little nervous about showing up to see Dr. Carla
dressed up like a baby girl when she’d already met me as a boy, but I
resigned myself to the situation. I took a lot of comfort in the fact
that when I become Katie I’m completely un-recognizeable as a boy, so at
least I wouldn’t have to worry too much about anyone else figuring it
out.

After Mom had finished setting my hair, she lifted me into the crib that
was still set up in her room and was tucking me in under the covers just
as Beckie entered the room with a baby bottle full of milk for me. I had
expected Beckie to try and have a little fun with me at my expense as she
normally did, but instead she quietly sat down on Mom’s bed and watched
me drink my bottle as Mom went to fetch a book to read to me. She stayed
for a little while as she sometimes does when Mom reads me a bedtime
story but eventually left without a word to have her evening shower.

Although it was a pleasant change to not endure any of the usual teasing
from her, it was almost a bit unnerving too. I guessed that Mom had
probably said something to her earlier about it. I fell asleep not too
long after that and enjoyed a very restful sleep that night.

The next morning, I was a bit unhappy but not altogether surprised to
find that I needed to be changed when Mom woke me up. Mom gently
reassured me that was one of the things that Dr. Carla was going to help
me with, so there was no need to be upset about it. She quickly changed
me into a dry diaper and got me dressed up in my yellow dress (‘my yellow
dress’? Hmmm…) with matching socks and the Mary Jane shoes I normally
wore.

Beckie had prepared breakfast for us ahead of time, so it was already
waiting for us when Mom brought me downstairs. Beckie couldn’t resist
telling me howadorable I looked when she saw me and somehow I knew she
was being sincere and not trying to tease me. I blushed a little but
didn’t say anything. I was a little concerned that Mom or Beckie might
try to spoon-feed me during breakfast, but fortunately that didn’t
happen. Except for having to wear a bib and drink from a spill-resistant
cup, I got through breakfast relatively painlessly.

After breakfast, Mom carried me over to the living room sofa and set me
down on it with a baby bottle full of juice and asked me to wait there
for her ‘like a good little girl’ while she quickly went back to her room
to get properly dressed. Out of habit, I got off the couch and started to
head towards the kitchen to help Beckie clear the table as I normally
did, but Beckie shooed me back into the living room, telling me to stay
put and she’d take care of it by herself. That was certainly ONE
advantage of being a baby, I suppose.

About 15 minutes later, Mom came back downstairs and carried me out to
the car where she carefully buckled me into the backseat and then we
headed off to Dr. Carla’s office.

In spite of my earlier confidence that my ‘disguise’ was nearly perfect,
I still felt a little self-conscious after we arrived at the Doctor’s
office. As we waited in the reception area, Mom could tell I was a bit
nervous from my fidgeting about so she held me in her lap and gently
bounced me on her knee a bit. If nothing else, that added to my overall
disguise and no one else in the reception area gave us a second glance,
although I was pretty sure that the receptionist had to have known
something was amiss since I’d been there as a boy only a few days
earlier.

When the receptionist told us that Dr. Carla was ready to see us, I felt
my pulse quicken and I found myself hugging my mother tightly as I tried
to bury my face against her shoulder. This was it… now Dr. Carla was
going to meet Katie, but how would she react? Mom gently patted me on my
padded behind as she carried me in to the office and whispered softly
that everything was going to be alright.

Dr. Carla directed Mom to sit down with me in one of the larger chairs
while she pulled up a smaller one to sit opposite us.

“My my, this has to be the adorable little girl that I’ve heard so much
about!” she said with a gentle but friendly tone, “Hello Katie, I’m so
pleased to finally be able to meet you.”

My nerves were still a bit on edge because when I tried to respond, it
came out sounding a bit like a gasp. Dr. Carla smiled at me and simply
told me it was all right to be a little nervous at first and that I
should just try to relax. She then suggested we try more of those card
games to try and take my mind off of things. I perked up a bit at that
and soon the 3 of us were seated around a small table playing some more
of those games. After a few rounds, I had completely lost all of my
apprehension and forgot all about how I was dressed. In spite of my
attire, it appeared as though this was going to be the same kind of
meeting as the last one. Dr. Carla wanted to try me out on some more word
games which seemed to last a little longer than they had before, but I
didn’t really mind all that much. Finally, she showed me to a corner of
her office where she had an assortment of toys and books set out and told
me I could play with whatever I wanted while she and my mother had a
little ‘grown-up’ chat.

I noted that there was a significant amount of ‘girl stuff’ amongst the
toys and books. I immediately sensed that it was some kind of test to see
which toys I took an interest in, so I ignored the obvious and picked out
some stuff that my ‘Peter’ self would normally play with. After awhile,
it seemed that Dr. Carla and my Mother weren’t really watching me at all
and were engaged in a quiet conversation with each other. I was almost
disappointed that they hadn’t noticed me avoiding Dr. Carla’s ‘bait’, as
I looked over some of the things again. There were some stuffed animals
and play-jewelry and a fair amount of dolls. On a second glance, I found
something about one of the dolls in particular caught my eye. I looked
carefully out of the side of my eye to make sure that the adults weren’t
watching and I started to examine the doll in question, wondering why it
seemed almost… familiar somehow.

Suddenly, it hit me… the doll was wearing clothes similar to what I
remembered from my dream the other night and the hairstyle was almost
identical as well! I felt an odd shiver run through me as I recalled the
odd conversation my reflection in the mirror had with me. It was
obviously a coincidence as the doll wasn’t EXACTLY the same, but it was
close enough to throw me for a bit of a loop! I looked at the doll and
then down at the clothes I was wearing and absently wished that I’d be
able to wear ‘bigger girl’ clothes soon. I caught myself in that thought
and nearly laughed out loud as I realized what it was that I’d just
wished for, but I still had to press one of my hands over my mouth to
suppress a girlish giggle. I carefully set the doll down and found that I
was starting to take a real liking to some of the stuffed animals that
were in amongst the other toys. I had been stroking a stuffed cat on my
lap for a little while and pretending it was a real one when my mother
called me back to join her and Dr. Carla.

“So Katie, did you have a nice time playing with the toys?” Dr. Carla
asked me.

I looked at her expectantly, as though I was waiting for her to ask me
something else. I assumed she’d make some mention of how I didn’t take
much notice of the girls’ toys, but she didn’t.

“Yes, they were kinda nea,t” I said quietly, noting how small and shy my
voice seemed to sound.

“You did look like you were having fun,” she said. “I noticed that you
paid extra attention to one of the dolls. Was there anything special
about that one that you liked?”

I caught my breath in a bit of a gasp and turned a little red. So they
HAD noticed after all! I was too embarassed to answer and found myself
instinctively hugging the stuffed cat I was holding closer to me.

Mom and Dr. Carla giggled a bit at this and then they both reassured me
that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Dr. Carla asked again
about that doll and I got a strong sense that she seemed to know that
there was much more involved. At first I was reluctant to tell her about
the dream I’d had but eventually after some gentle coaxing by her and my
mother I told them everything. There was something about Dr. Carla that
made me want to trust her and I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t think
I was too weird for revealing that to her.

While I was telling them both about the dream, Dr. Carla made some notes
in her small notepad and would occasionally look over and give my mother
a nod as if something unspoken was passing between them. When I’d
finished, there was a minute or so of silence in which the only sound was
Dr. Carla’s pen scribbling away in her notebook. Finally, she closed it
up and set it down in front of her as she regarded me thoughtfully.

“Katie,” she began, “what do you think about Peter?”

I was a little puzzled by that and wasn’t quite sure how to answer. That
was kind of a strange question to ask me.

“He’s… I mean, I’m okay,” I answered hesitantly.

“And what does Peter think of you?” She asked.

“Umm… I’m not sure, I think he likes me okay… I mean, I think I like
being Katie sometimes”

I was starting to get a little confused. It was as if she was talking to
me as though I was two people – Peter and Katie. It was true that
sometimes it sort of felt as though I was two people, but I knew that
wasn’t possible. I wondered if that was what she was trying to tell me –
that I was two people instead of just one. It immediately brought into
mind the strange thing that my reflection kept repeating in my dream.

“Well Katie, after meeting with Peter the first time I wanted to be sure
to have a personal meeting with you to see how different the two of you
are. In a sense, to see if the two of you are VERY different. Do you
understand what I’m trying to say to you?”

I looked at my mother to try and get some sort of indication of how I
should answer but it seemed as if that was exactly what she was trying
NOT to do, so she merely sat quietly and waited for my response. I was
really nervous and confused all at once. I could sense that we’d arrived
at something very important and I was frustrated that I didn’t know what
to do now that we were here. I closed my eyes for a moment and silently
hoped that what I said next wouldn’t make things worse.

Finally, I took a deep breath and replied quietly, “I think you want to
know if I’m two people or just one, right?”

“That’s a very good guess, Katie,” she said with a knowing glance at my
mother. “While that is what your Mommy and I first thought, I don’t
believe that’s entirely the case. After having the chance to spend time
with both you and Peter, I’ve come to believe that you are yourself –
one person with two sides instead of two persons in one body.”

It was a little hard to follow how she’d said it, because at first it
almost sounded the same both times. I thought it over several times while
she turned her attention to my mother and explained in a more difficult
language what it was she’d determined was going on with me. I listened
quietly as the two of them talked and heard all kinds of terms that I’d
never heard before, but I eventually caught the jist of what was being
said. It was kind of a relief, actually.

What Dr. Carla was explaining to my mother in more detailed terms than
she had to me was that usually everyone has both a girl and a boy side to
them, with one side being stronger than the other. In my case, my girl
and boy side seemed to be perfectly balanced. The ‘games’ that we’d
played together on each visit turned out to be tests she’d designed to
measure certain things about the different ways that girls and boys
thought and my results showed that I was just as much a boy when I was
Peter as I was a girl when I was Katie. There was also a significant
amount of ‘mixing’ of the two sides – which actually made a LOT of sense
to me.

I felt as if my mind was a bit overwhelmed from trying to absorb what had
just been revealed to me so I shut my eyes for awhile and tried to drift
a bit as my mother and Dr. Carla continued to talk. At some point I must
have dozed off because I suddenly became aware of being carried by my
mother out of the office and Dr. Carla seeing us out. She gave me a quick
kiss on my cheek when she noticed I was awake and thanked me for coming
to visit her. There was some brief talk at the reception desk about
having some more ‘tests’ set up for me and then we waved goodbye and
headed out to the car.

On the drive back to our house, Mom didn’t say too much but I could sense
that there was a definite feeling of relief coming from her. I suspected
that she was afraid earlier that there was something more serious going
on with me and now she was glad that it wasn’t anything really bad.

Beckie was eagerly awaiting our return to the house so she could hear
about whatever it was the doctor had to say about me. Once Mom had
brought me into the house with her, she sat down on the living room sofa
with me and did a quick wetness check on my diaper. She seemed quite
pleased that I was not wet, but not anywhere near as pleased as I was. I
quietly asked if she’d let me out of the diapers so I could at least feel
a little more grown up, but she declined and told me that it was best
that I keep wearing them for a bit longer. I was a little disappointed
because although I didn’t mind being Katie, I didn’t particularly enjoy
being kept in diapers. Mom held me on her lap as she explained everything
to Beckie and in doing so, revealing a few things that I’d missed either
when I’d been playing by myself in Dr. Carla’s office or when I’d dozed
off that morning.

Dr. Carla was pretty certain that my ‘duality’ as both Katie and Peter
was more of an emotional thing than a mental one. She’d also found the
recent incidents of the baseball game as well as my apparent ‘heightened’
sense of smell suggested that there might be physiological factors
involved. That would be better determined after a series of tests she’d
arranged for some time in the next few weeks. I didn’t like the sound of
that at all and when I asked Mom what she meant by that she’d dodged the
question and changed the subject.

“So this doctor thinks that Peter is a boy and a girl at the same time?”
Beckie asked.

“Something like that, Rebecca. Peter is obviously a boy, but emotionally
he can be either one. When he’s Katie, she can be just as much a girl as
any girl her age.”

“Exactly what age would that be, Mother?” Beckie asked as she lifted me
into her lap and started to tickle me a bit.

Until that moment, I hadn’t even been sure if either of them was aware
that I was still in the room. Although I was a little put off from being
ignored by the two of them, I still giggled a bit in spite of myself.

Mom had an odd smile on her face as she answered, “That brings me to the
next point that I’m sure you’ll enjoy, Rebecca. Dr. Carla believes that
our little baby girl here needs her own chance to grow up so that she’ll
be able to be more emotionally matched to her Peter side.”

I wasn’t all that surprised to hear that bit of news and sighed quietly
as I guessed it meant I’d be spending more time in diapers instead of
less. Beckie was beside herself, though. To her, the news probably
couldn’t have been any better.

“Mom! Does this mean I’m going to have a baby sister for awhile?” she
asked hopefully.

“Not quite, Rebecca,” Mom replied carefully, “Dr. Carla suggests that we
allow Katie to start spending weekends here until she’ll be able to grow
up a bit. Peter will be living here the rest of the time since he’s as
much a part of the family as Katie is.”

That wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it would be because for a moment
I’d feared I’d be spending the rest of the summer in cribs, strollers and
playpens. Beckie looked a little disappointed for just a moment - perhaps
that was what she’d been hoping for - but was still happy with the news
and gave me a big hug to show it.

“Ohhh… this is going to be AMAZING! I get to have my precious baby
sister every weekend from now on! Jessie and Sam are going to be soooo
jealous!”

“Well, try not to get too carried away Rebecca,” Mom advised her, “We’re
supposed to be helping little Katie grow to be a bigger girl, not try to
keep her as a baby.”

Up to that point, I’d been quiet the entire time that Mom and Beckie were
talking. Whenever I was in my Katie persona, I always felt shy and never
said too much.

“What happens once I grow up a little more, Mommy?” I asked quietly.

Beckie handed me back to Mom who cuddled me next to her as she answered
“Well, for starters… you wouldn’t have to wear diapers anymore. You’ll
be a bigger girl and get to wear big-girl clothes. Wouldn’t that be nice,
sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded, “but what happens when I finally reach the same age
as when I’m Peter? Will all the strange stuff stop happening to me then?”

Mom looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “I’m not sure,
sweetie. Dr. Carla thinks that when both Peter and Katie are the same
age, it’ll be a lot easier for you to control both sides. Until then,
we’ll just have to take things slowly.”

With that, Mom decided that we’d give the topic a rest for the time being
and we’d all sit down for lunch together. Since I was still in baby-girl
mode, I knew I had to get used to being treated as the large toddler I
appeared to be. I didn’t have to sit in a highchair that time, but that
could have been because it was still out in the garage from the last time
it’d been used and neither Mom or Beckie wanted to bother bringing it in
just then. If I was to be spending every weekend like this, however, it
would only be a matter of time before I would be seated in it once again.

We had stew for lunch and although they let me eat most of it by myself,
they still would occasionally take turns spoon-feeding a few mouthfuls to
me. Aside from a few things like that, I got through lunch without too
much difficulty and I didn’t even complain when Mom insisted on feeding
me a bottle of milk afterwards before putting me down in the upstairs
crib for an afternoon nap.

As I lay in my crib that afternoon, I wasn’t tired enough to fall asleep
right away so I thought a little more about what Dr. Carla had told us
about me. Although I wasn’t entirely happy that I’d be doing mandatory
‘baby-time’ every weekend until further notice, I didn’t really see that
I had too much choice in the matter other than to just accept it. All the
attention I got from everyone was really nice, but the rest of the baby
treatment could be really annoying sometimes. Beckie had been right
before when she’d guessed that only Katie seemed to need to wear diapers,
because that was pretty much what Dr. Carla told Mom. Hopefully before
too long, my Katie side will grow up enough not to need them anymore.
When that finally did happen, things were bound to be easier but I knew
there would still be some issues to work out. Although I would still be
a 7 year old boy physically, would I also be a 7-year old girl too?

I finally began to doze off into a light sleep wondering if I’d be able
to meet my reflection again. This time, there was much to tell him/her
and perhaps it would be as he/she told me last time – we’d find the
answer together.

Part 12 - And Another Baby Makes Three

[i]Author’s Foreword:
To allow the storyline to progress more in the direction I’d originally
intended, it was necessary to ‘push the envelope’ a bit in the plot.
Although some parts may be a bit unsettling, they create the required
tension for the next chapter.

In essence, things had to get a little worse before they could get
better. After this chapter, things will undoubtedly never be the same
around Peter/Katie’s household. Brace yourselves and proceed at your own discretion…[/i]

The following week, everything was pretty much back to normal. I was
still wondering about what Mom had said about my having to undergo some
tests in a few weeks, but she told me that it wasn’t anything to worry
about. In spite of her assurances, I got a definite sense that there was
something she wasn’t telling me. Beckie was curious too, but even she
couldn’t get Mom to talk about it, so we dropped the subject. I supposed
I’d find out when the time came, but I had an uneasy feeling about what
was to come.

Mom’s only concern about Dr. Carla’s plan for me to be Katie every
weekend was how it might affect my relations with neighborhood kids as
Peter. Beckie quickly pointed out to her that Jason was pretty much the
only friend I spent time with and he already knew about Katie. Of course,
she didn’t mention that Jason’s brothers knew about Katie as well.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be to now have regularly scheduled
times that I would live as Katie. The past weekend was a bit more subdued
than the last time I’d spent a weekend as a baby girl. Other than being
put down for afternoon naps and some tedious baby treatment during
mealtimes, it was a very relaxing weekend. I supposed since Katie was to
be living at home every weekend now, Mom and Beckie didn’t make as big a
deal out of it as they had that first time. Although I really could pass
quite well as a little girl, I was still a bit relieved that we hadn’t
gone out anywhere while I was dressed as one.

In truth, I wasn’t really nervous about being Katie anymore. Whenever I
became her, everything I did just came naturally to me. Ordinarily, that
upcoming weekend wouldn’t be too much of a problem for me to spend as
Katie, but we were expecting a special visit from our mother’s two
sisters. At first I’d thought it meant that Katie wouldn’t be expected to
make her usual weekend appearance while my Aunts were here, but it seemed
as though Mom wasn’t going to make an exception.

I was a bit worried that they might think I was really crazy or something
when they saw me as Katie. Mom had been spending a lot of time on the
phone with them lately, though, and I guessed that she must have told
them some of the things that had been going on. Maybe this was why they
were suddenly coming to visit. I didn’t really know Aunt Janet or Aunt
Patty all that well, as I couldn’t ever remember meeting them more than a
couple of times. What I did remember about them is that they seemed very
kind and had a certain way about them that made you feel that they
understood a lot of things.

When I woke up on Friday morning, I could already smell breakfast cooking
– Oatmeal. Certainly not my most favorite breakfast, but Mom insisted
that we try to vary what we have in the mornings. I was fortunate to have
awakened before she had to leave for work so I could actually eat
breakfast with her for a change. Lately I’d been feeling especially close
to her and being able to see her off in the morning was a good way to
start the day.

After breakfast, Mom gave Beckie a list of quick tidy-up chores to do
around the house to make ready for our Aunts visit the next day. There
wasn’t all that much to the chores other than a little vacuuming and
dusting, since we usually kept our house pretty clean. Mom gave us each a
quick kiss goodbye and then she headed out the door to work.

I had already made plans to spend the day hanging out with Jason. This
was my last day to be Peter for the next few days so I was hoping to make
the most of it. Mom usually didn’t insist that I split all the household
chores with Beckie, since there was a lot of stuff that she only wanted
Beckie to do, like laundry and anything to do with the kitchen. She gave
Beckie extra allowance money for taking on most of the chores and to
baby-sit during the week, so it wasn’t really expected of me to help out
that day but for some reason I thought I’d make the offer to Beckie
anyways. She was pleasantly surprised, but told me I didn’t have to and
should just go out and play with Jason all day. After we loaded the
breakfast dishes into the dishwasher together, I went back up to my room
to change and to take care of my morning business in the bathroom.

Just as I was ready to leave the house, Beckie stopped me and asked if I
thought I’d be out of the house until later in the afternoon or if I’d be
back for lunch. I told her that I’d already been invited to stay for
lunch over at Jason’s place, but if she wanted me to I’d come back to our
place.

“No, that’s okay Peter” she said quickly. “I have a lot of things to do
today and it’d be easier if you weren’t here so I can get them done
faster.”

For a moment I thought I’d sensed something a little odd about how she’d
said that, but I quickly put it out of my mind and told her I wouldn’t be
back until just before Mom came home. For a moment, she almost looked a
little relieved when I’d said that but she just simply told me to have a
good time playing and went back into the kitchen.

Jason was already outside of his house waiting for me when I got there,
so I was able to avoid running into his brothers again. We decided to
head up to our school and play around in the playground for a while.
Fortunately, there was no one else there that early so we had the entire
place to ourselves.

“So… you’re going to be a girl again for the entire weekend?” Jason
asked me.

“Yeah, today’s my last day to enjoy being a boy for a little while.”

“This is all really hard to take, you know Peter,” Jason said with a
quick shake of his head. “I know that you didn’t start all this stuff
with being a girl by choice, but you tell me this lady doctor is telling
your Mom that you need to be one a bit more often now and it doesn’t
even seem to bug you at all.”

“I guess it doesn’t bother me as much as it should,” I admitted. “I’m
actually kind of liking it now, but I’m still not sure how I’m going to
handle this weekend.”

“Why? What’s special about this weekend?” he asked.

“My Aunts are coming to visit and I have a feeling that they already know
about Katie. Even if they do, what are they going to think when they
actually SEE me in dresses all weekend?”

Jason simply shrugged, as he couldn’t think of anything to say. Yep…
this was sure to be an interesting weekend.

After we left the playground, we went exploring through the ravine that
runs behind Jason’s house for a while and then went back to his place for
lunch. I was sure that Brian and Tom didn’t know about how my next few
weekends were going to change, but they kept calling me Katie all the
time anyways. Fortunately, that was the extent of the teasing I had to
endure from them that day. Brian and Tom seemed more eager to get back
out to their basketball hoop in the driveway to continue with their one-
on-one competition, so lunch was pretty brief. That worked out well
because my stomach had started feeling a little weird and I didn’t feel
like eating all that much. It was probably the oatmeal I’d had for
breakfast – it sometimes had that effect on me.

We decided to head down to the park after lunch and see if any of the
other neighborhood kids were there. Except for a few rare occasions –
like last week’s baseball game – I don’t often play with larger groups
of kids, but Jason was pretty out-going and thought maybe we could all
play a large game of hide-and-seek or something like that. That was
something I thought would be really fun if the other kids wanted to do
it, because I’m really good at hiding and some say almost impossible to
find. On our way to the park, I noticed that my stomach was feeling worse
and I started to have second thoughts about playing in the park. Jason
noticed that there was something wrong and suggested that since we were
closer to my house than his, I should head back and make a quick trip to
the washroom. This sounded like a good idea to me and he even offered to
come back and wait with me, but I told him to go on to the park and try
to get a game together and I’d catch up with him a little later.

When I got to my house, the first thing I noticed was that the all the
blinds were closed. I went up the side of the house and saw that the side
door was locked as well. I figured Beckie had gone out for a bit and
since I’d said that I wasn’t going to be back for a while she’d locked up
the house. I was starting to get very uncomfortable and needed to use
a washroom soon, so I went to the secret hiding place where we kept our
spare key to the house and let myself in. Mom never lets me stay in the
house alone so I figured I’d just use the washroom and then leave again
before Beckie came back. As I headed to the bathroom upstairs, I passed
by Beckie’s room and noticed that the door was open a crack and I could
hear music playing softly in the background. Out of curiosity I took a
quick look through the door crack…. and was COMPLETELY surprised by
what I saw!

Beckie hadn’t gone out at all. She was lying on her side on the bed and
reading one of her magazines, but it was what she was wearing that was so
shocking. Beckie was dressed in what looked like a large cloth diaper, a
T-shirt and was sucking on the same large pacifier that I’d used a few
times when I became Katie. Her hair was also done up into poodle bunches
on either side of her head, which combined with everything else made her
look VERY babyish. I had to hold my hands over my mouth to keep from
laughing out loud.

Beckie had no idea I was there – her stereo must have covered the sounds
of my coming in. This had to have been why she’d been acting funny that
morning about making sure I didn’t come home for a while. She wanted to
stay at home by herself and dress up like a baby!

I was about to push the door open and scare the heck out of her when I
thought of something MUCH better. I remembered how she took pictures of
me that first day she and her two friends dressed me up as Katie… and
how she had threatened me with them to get me to go along with what she
wanted. This was the perfect opportunity for me to even the score with
her and there was no way I’d pass it up. I silently tiptoed into my room
to get my camera and checked to see if it still had film in it.

My camera wasn’t as nice as the regular one that we used for family
stuff. It was an older camera that took film cartridges instead of rolls
and the pictures weren’t really all that great… but it had a built-in
flash and would be more than enough for what I was about to use it for. I
snuck back to Beckie’s door and waited for the camera to charge up. As
soon as it was ready, I took a couple of deep breaths and then suddenly
pushed the door open.

Beckie immediately looked over at me with a look of complete shock on her
face! I quickly took a picture and then RAN LIKE HELL. Behind me, Beckie
SCREAMED and I could hear her charging after me. Normally she was a lot
faster than I was and I’d never be able to outrun her, but I knew she
wouldn’t be able to run as fast in that diaper she waswearing. Once I got
to the side door I quickly bolted out and ran back down the driveway,
knowing that she wouldn’t try to chase me outside dressed as she was.

I was safe for the moment, but I knew that as soon as she’d changed back
into her regular clothes she’d be after me again. The safest thing for me
to do would be to hide the camera, because as soon as she got her hands
on that film I would be in MAJOR trouble. I quickly turned around and
crept back up the side of the house to the backyard and hid the camera
in the back of our tool shed. With the camera and its film safely hidden
away, I finally had some power over Beckie for a change!

That sudden running about reminded me of what I had come back to the
house for in the first place. I was feeling quite uncomfortable and
needed to get to the bathroom… SOON. With my bargaining chip hidden
away, I was confident that I could go back in now and Beckie wouldn’t be
able to touch me if she didn’t want the picture I just took to get seen
by anyone else. I carefully made my way back to the side door so if I was
spotted it wouldn’t look like I had just come out of our backyard and
then I opened the door. Before I could take a single step, I was quickly
grabbed by my arm and pulled inside so hard my shoes nearly fell off.

I was fortunate that I’d hidden the camera when I did, because Beckie had
changed her hair and clothes and was just about to come out after me when
I came back to the door.

“WHERE IS THE CAMERA, PETER?!!!” she shouted at me. “If you know what’s
good for you, you’ll give it to me right now and don’t even THINK about
telling anyone about what you saw!”

She was a little more shaken up than I’d thought she’d be and it made me
feel a bit uneasy. I knew that she’d be mad, but now she appeared to be
beyond that – frantic would be a better word for it. She was gripping my
arm so hard it was starting to hurt. She probably wasn’t aware that she
was holding me that tightly because when I winced at the pain she was
causing, she abruptly let go of me. I took a deep breath and tried to
speak calmly, but I think the nervousness I was feeling could be heard in
my voice. I told her that the camera was hidden where she wasn’t likely
to find it, but I’d be willing to give it back to her IF she would be
willing to trade off on a few things in return. First off, I told her
that I needed to use the bathroom and that was why I’d come home when I
did. I took off my shoes and tried to walk to the stairs but Beckie
suddenly grabbed me by the arm again and pulled me back to her.

“You’re not going anywhere until you give up that camera, Peter” she said
with a hard edge to her voice. “I’m NOT fooling around. There won’t be
any deals except for you giving me the camera and then MAYBE I won’t
spank the daylights out of you!”

When she’d said that, I got a little angry and stubbornly refused to give
in. SHE was the one that had been all dressed up like a big baby and
although I may have surprised her, it wasn’t ME that made her get dressed
up like that in the first place. Now she was trying to turn it around and
make it seem as though I was the one who was being a baby and she’d even
threatened to spank me. I told her that since she wasn’t willing to be
reasonable that I’d simply tell Mom everything when she got home and she
would certainly believe it once she saw that picture developed.

Beckie only glared at me for moment then she abruptly headed up the
stairs with me in tow. Instead of going to the bathroom, however, she
pulled me into her room and flung me onto her bed.

“This is your last chance, Peter. Either tell me where that camera is or
I’ll make you VERY sorry and I mean right now!”

I figured she’d probably go through with spanking me if I didn’t do what
she’d asked, but I was feeling angry and defiant. I’d been spanked by her
before and although it wasn’t pleasant I would endure it again if I had
to. There was NO WAY I was going to give in to her this time and anything
she tried to do to me right now she’d have to answer to Mom for… and I
told her so!

“Okay, fine Peter… we’ll do this the hard way” she said as she started
pulling a couple of things out of one of her dresser drawers. “Since you
aren’t going to cooperate, you’ve forced me to have to go and look for
the camera myself. You weren’t gone long so I know it can’t be too far.
In the meantime, you’re going to stay RIGHT HERE while I go looking!”

I told her that I didn’t care if she wanted to confine me to the house
for the rest of the day because I would be happy just to wait for Mom to
come home and then I’d tell her all about my big baby sister. Beckie gave
me a small smile and told me that I’d be staying in HER room until she
decided otherwise. Then, I saw what she had gotten out of her drawers.
She had a couple of her bandanas that she normally used in her hair and
she immediately started to tie my hands behind my back with one of them.

“Whoa!! Wait a sec, Beckie! You don’t have to do this! Besides, I’ve
REALLY got to go to the washroom!”

“Yes, I’ll bet you do” she said in a casual tone of voice as she finished
tying my wrists and bent down to tie my ankles. “Think of this as
encouragement for you to make up your mind and do the right thing. I
want that camera, you need to use the washroom. Your choice is very
simple. I’m going downstairs to look around, but I’ll be back in 10
minutes to see if you’ve changed your mind.”

She then took the last bandana and blindfolded me with it to make it less
likely that I’d try to hop out of the room or find something to cut
myself loose with. I listened to her leave the room and close the door…
and then everything was quiet. I was starting to feel a cramp below my
stomach that told me I’d be answering nature’s call very shortly whether
I wanted to or not. I would try to hold on for those 10 minutes and when
Beckie came back, maybe she’ll have calmed down a bit and she’d let me
go.

When she returned, I was getting desperate and it could be heard in my
voice. Beckie refused to give in until I gave up the camera, so I told
her that if she didn’t let me go to the washroom that I was probably
going to go right there on her bed. She didn’t respond, but I heard her
step towards me and I felt her untying my ankles.

“Thanks Beckie… I’m glad you decided to…. what are you doing?!” I
asked as I felt her undoing my shorts and pulling them down my legs.

“I’m surprised you haven’t guessed, Peter. I’m just making sure you don’t
mess up my room while we wait for you to cooperate and give me that
camera.”

I thought she was going to walk me to the bathroom, but instead she
shoved me backwards onto her bed and worked my underwear down and off my
legs. I suddenly felt her lift my ankles and then I knew what she had in
mind – she was going to diaper me!

“Beckie!! Please don’t! Only Katie wears diapers… I don’t need them!
Please let me go!”

I continued to plead with her but she just ignored me as she continued to
pin me into a thick diaper. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over them
and then tied my ankles together again with the bandana she had used
before.

“This is nothing new to you, Peter. You’ve wet in your diapers before so
I just made things easier for you. You should be glad I didn’t decide to
bring you in the backyard and make you go in your pants!”

“But Beckie…,” I pleaded, “…I don’t just have to pee!”

Beckie chuckled a bit and said, “Well… then I guess you DO have a
problem! You had your chance to get out of this, but you wouldn’t take
it. Now, you’re going to stay in that diaper until you’ve used it and for
a while afterwards until I decide that you’ve learned your lesson. Now, I
think I’ve heard enough from you for awhile…”

Then, she stuffed some sort of wadded cloth into my mouth and then she
tied another cloth in between my teeth to keep me from spitting it out.
She decided against leaving me in her room on the bed in case the diaper
leaked and she didn’t want to risk my smelling her room up. Instead, she
carried me into my room and set me down on my own bed. She gave my
diapered behind a couple of pats and told me to try to behave myself as
she went to look for my camera. I heard her leave the room and pull the
door shut behind her… then, nothing. I knew then that it wasn’t a joke
and she’d meant what she said. I desperately tried to hold back and keep
from messing in the diaper, but I knew it was futile. Beckie had really
screwed me good this time.

I’d made a huge mistake when I thought that I could bargain with her
about the camera. I hadn’t guessed that taking her picture would upset
her so much for her to do anything like this to me, otherwise I wouldn’t
have come back into the house and instead taken my chances trying to
relieve myself in the bushes. Now, it was too late. I was trapped, and
within minutes I knew I would do something that I hadn’t done since
before I could remember. Wetting was bad enough… but messing? I
whimpered into the gag as I was hit with another strong cramp.

I rolled around a bit on my bed in an effort to try and work my bonds
loose, but it was hopeless. It seemed that Beckie was almost as skilled
as Jason’s brother Brian for tying someone up, so it seemed that I was
there to stay until Beckie released me. The pressure built up in my
bowels and then suddenly I felt a rather unpleasant sensation as they
emptied into the diaper. I tried to lie perfectly still on my side as I
felt the warm mess spread across my bottom. At the same time, my bladder
released and I thoroughly soaked the front of the diaper. I thought with
a touch of irony that it was fortunate that Beckie had put me into a
thicker diaper because I was sure that this one was VERY well used at
that point.

I felt absolutely awful! Beckie must have known that after this had
happened I’d be more willing to cooperate with her. I decided that the
next time she came back to check on me I’d do just that. She’d won, and
as far as I was concerned she could HAVE the camera. All I cared about
was getting loose and getting cleaned up. I wrinkled my nose in distaste
as the odor began to seep out of the diaper.

It’s seems a lot harder to keep track of time when you can’t see and all
you have to do is just wait in the dark, so I wasn’t sure how long it was
before Beckie came back to check on me. I heard her come into the room
and come over to my bed, but she didn’t say anything right away. She
checked my bonds to make sure I hadn’t worked them loose and then just
made a ‘tsk-tsk’ sound at me.

“Well, well… it looks like the little baby had a big accident in his
diaper. I’ll bet you’re wishing right now that you’d given me that camera
when you had the chance!”

I tried to tell her that I’d given up and she could have the camera now,
but the gag worked a little too well and she couldn’t understand anything
that I was trying to say. She told me that she had to finish the chores
that Mom had left for her that morning and it shouldn’t take her much
longer. When she came back later, she’d take the gag off and see if I was
finally ready to cooperate, so in the meantime I could just lie there in
my messy diapers and think about it. Just as she was about to leave the
room, I heard someone knocking at our door down the side of our house.
Beckie quickly checked my gag to make sure it was still tight and then
went downstairs to see who it was.

My bedroom window faced our backyard, but at the same corner of the house
where our driveway was. I could just make out what was being said at our
side door and knew that it was Jason who’d come by to see why I hadn’t
come back to the park yet. Beckie denied that I was still in the house
and irritably told Jason to get lost so she could get back to her chores.
Even if I was able to, I probably wouldn’t have tried to get his
attention because there’d be little he could do to help me and I didn’t
want him to find me like that. Jason said something to Beckie about
telling me where to find him if she saw me and then he took off.

After a few minutes, I heard Beckie start up the vacuum cleaner
downstairs so I knew she wasn’t coming back up to release me for awhile.
I was really frustrated and upset. I could feel my blindfold getting damp
as it soaked up my tears and that frustrated me even more. Being tied up
like that was bad enough but I hoped that I could work the blindfold off
at the very least. I tried without any success to rub it off on my bed
covers, so there was nothing left for me to do but to lie there feeling
miserable and wait.

I must have dozed off because a while later I suddenly jolted when I felt
the knot at the back of my blindfold being untied. It’s a little hard to
tell exactly when you’re asleep or awake when everything’s completely
dark. As the blindfold finally came away, I squinted my eyes at the
sudden light and when my eyes came into focus I got a HUGE surprise. It
wasn’t Beckie, who I’d expected to see standing over me – it was my Mom!

Part 13 - The Punishment Shall Fit the Crime

“REBECCA!!! GET IN HERE AT ONCE!!” She screamed loudly and then bent
down and started to frantically pick the knots that were keeping my hands
tied.

I heard a bit of stumbling in the hall as Beckie suddenly charged into
the room. Her hair looked a little messy and she had a dazed expression
on her face that quickly changed to one of terror when she saw our mother
there in my room working to untie me.

“GET OVER HERE!” Mom yelled at her. “Take that gag out of his mouth while
I finish untying him. How could you do this to him?! I trust you to look
after your little brother and you go and do THIS? Why is he wearing a
diaper?!” She sniffed the air for a moment and then added, “and a very
soiled diaper too! The very least you could have done was change him!!”

Mom could tell that the diaper was well used, but she wasn’t going to
deal with that at the moment. She gently stroked my forehead and told me
to lie still so they could get me completely untied. It took Beckie a
minute or so to finally get the gag off because her hands were shaking so
badly. She was in DEEP trouble and she knew it!

Mom helped me get the wadding out of my mouth and noted how thoroughly
soaked it was. She glared angrily at Beckie and said, “It looks as though
he’s been like this for quite awhile. Exactly how long have you kept him
tied up like this?!”

Beckie swallowed nervously and started to stutter about not being sure
because she’d lost track of time. Mom told her very sharply to fetch a
glass of water for me and then she picked me up and carried me into the
bathroom. I didn’t say a word as she stood me in the tub and removed my
T-shirt. She didn’t say anything either and I figured that she was angry
with me. A few tears started to roll down my cheeks and I turned my head
away from her.

Beckie brought the glass of water in to the bathroom, after which Mom
told her to go to her room and stay there, as she’d be dealing with her
later. After Beckie quickly retreated, Mom held the glass of water for me
to drink and until that moment I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was! If
not for her cautioning me to drink it slowly, I would have downed it all
in one gulp. She then set the empty glass aside and started the
unpleasant task of getting me out of that diaper.

“Whew! You’re quite a mess, Peter! Getting you cleaned up is going to be
a little harder than I thought!” she said with a shake of her head as she
started running warm water in the tub.

As relieved as I was that I’d finally been released and let out of that
messy diaper, I felt an incredible amount of shame as well. I’d kind of
gotten used to wearing diapers again as part of my whole Katie
experience, but this time I wasn’t Katie, I was Peter. I suppose it
shouldn’t really have made much difference either way, but for some
reason I felt that it did. To me it was more acceptable for Katie to be
in diapers than Peter, and now I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even
look Mom in the eye. I didn’t even know what to say to her so I just sat
in the tub in silence while she gently washed me. She must have guessed
that I was feeling ashamed about how she’d just found me because at one
point she stopped washing me and then lifted my chin up so that I’d look
in her eyes.

“Peter, I want you to know that this isn’t your fault and I don’t think
any less of you for what’s happened,” she said as she gestured to the
garbage bag that she’d placed the diaper in. “Rebecca is the one who was
supposed to be responsible for you and her doing this to you was
completely inexcusable. SHE put you in that position, and SHE is going to
have to answer for it. You have nothing to feel ashamed about.”

I felt such an overwhelming sense of relief to hear her say that, so I
started crying again. Mom gathered me into her arms and hugged me tightly
as she stroked my hair and tried to sooth me. She finished washing me and
gathered me up into a big towel, then lifted me out of the tub and
carried me out of the bathroom with her. She brought me back to my room
and told me to get dressed quickly because she needed to go out shopping
and she was taking me with her.

While I was getting dressed, I heard her talking to Beckie from the
doorway of her room in the hallway. I wondered what she was going to do
to Beckie because I hadn’t seen Mom this angry in a LONG time. Whatever
it was she had in mind, it was obviously going to wait until later. She
explained to Beckie that she was going back out to do a bit of shopping
and since she didn’t feel at present that she could be trusted to
properly look after me, I’d be going out with her.

She was told to clean up the bathroom while we were out and to put the
used diaper in the wash. She also advised Beckie to get any social phone-
calling she thought she might want to do out of the way because she was
very, VERY grounded for the weekend and it would be a good idea to
discourage her friends from calling on her over the next few days. I came
out of my room just as Mom was saying the last few things to Beckie, so
she turned and took my hand and then led me downstairs. When we got
outside, I was surprised when she told me to get into the car this time
because normally we walk when we do light shopping, since just about
everything we need is close by. She explained that she needed to pick up
a few extra things and that using the car would be easier.

Our first stop was at a hardware store. Mom spent a bit of time talking
with one of the store clerks, so I wandered out of earshot to look at all
of the neat tools I saw nearby. Although I didn’t really know how most of
those things were used, I always liked tools and taking things apart was
one of my favorite activities at home. I didn’t notice whatever it was
that Mom bought while we were there, but after a few minutes we were back
in the car and off driving again.

The next stop was at a large Drugstore. It was a lot bigger than the one
in our neighborhood that we usually go to and I was curious as to why we
went to that one. I got bored pretty quickly in there while Mom spoke
with one of the clerks. There wasn’t anything nearly as interesting for
me to look at in that place like there was at that hardware store.
Fortunately she didn’t take too long getting directions to whatever it
was she needed, so I followed her while she stopped in a couple of
different aisles and picked up some of things.

In one aisle, she picked up a rather large item that definitely caught my
attention – a large package of disposable diapers! I felt my cheeks
flush a bit as I was pretty sure those would be for me to wear while I
became Katie on the weekend. We got through the checkout pretty quickly
and I was glad to be out of there. It felt as though everyone in the
store was staring at me; assuming that I was the one that my mother was
buying the diapers for.

Our last stop was at our local grocery store where we only picked up a
few things, but the most notable items on the list were a few jars of
baby food! I cringed when I saw them and wondered if this was one of the
things that the lady doctor had told her to do, for when I became Katie.
If that was the case, I hoped that Katie would start growing up awfully
quick because that baby foodstuff looked disgusting. Finally, all our
shopping was complete and we headed back home. Mom brought me into the
house first and told me to stay in the living room and watch some TV
while she brought everything in from the car.

Beckie was in the kitchen and was told to go immediately up to her room
and to stay in there with the door closed until she was told otherwise.
Beckie looked a little anxious, but she went off to her room without
saying a word.

Mom was finished unloading in a few minutes and then turned to me and
told me that she was now going to deal with my sister. While she was up
there, I was to stay put in the living room watching TV and she’d be back
down in a short while to start making dinner. As soon as she’d mentioned
dinner, I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was actually a lot
earlier than I thought it would be. Mom must have come home early from
work today! That would explain why she was able to find me in my room
before Beckie had a chance to untie me. I watched her head up the stairs
and saw that she was carrying a couple of bags with her. I had no idea
what she was about to do, but I knew that I sure wouldn’t want to be in
Beckie’s shoes at that moment!

Almost immediately I heard shouting coming from upstairs and then shortly
afterwards Beckie crying loudly. I turned down the TV a little so I could
hear a bit more clearly and it sounded like Mom was giving Beckie a
spanking! That was really something because Mom didn’t believe in
spanking, other than a quick, single swat on the bottom to let us know
when she was mad at us. I suddenly felt a little guilty for listening in
on Beckie’s punishment like that so

I set the TV volume back to normal and tried not to think about what was
going on upstairs. After a few minutes the noises upstairs settled down
and it got pretty quiet so I turned my attention completely to the show I
was watching.

Mom came down a little while later and told me that before she started
making dinner, the three of us were now going to sit down and discuss
what happened. She had me turn off the TV and sit on the couch patiently
while she went back to get my sister. When they both came back to the
living room, I’ll bet my mouth must have dropped halfway to the floor
when I saw Beckie.

She was dressed as a baby again, but this time seemed to be wearing large
plastic pants in her size over the diaper. Her hair was done up in poodle
bunches again and she was wearing a very short T-shirt that stopped well
above her diaper. What was even more shocking was that she was very well
tied up and it looked like there was a pillowcase with a large knot in
the middle tied in her mouth!

Beckie’s legs hadn’t been tied, so she was able to walk as Mom guided her
to the big plush chair in the living room and gently eased her down into
it. She then produced another piece of rope with which she tied Beckie’s
ankles together. Beckie looked VERY unhappy and her eyes were all red and
puffy from crying but she had little choice other than to just sit
quietly and wait. Mom checked her other ropes and her gag for a moment
before she sat down on the sofa and asked me to tell my side of the story
of how I’d ended up in the predicament that she’d found me in.

I hesitated for a moment thinking about how it’d all started with my
discovering Beckie dressed up as a big baby. I’d never really intended to
tell on Beckie about finding her like that – I’d only wanted Beckie to
think that. Now, I supposed it didn’t make much difference seeing as how
Beckie was dressed up like that again in front of Mom. I told the entire
story as accurately as I could and when I was finished, Mom sat there for
a minute in silence. She looked over at Beckie, who started to cry again
as she couldn’t meet our mother’s gaze.

“Where is the camera now, Peter?” she asked me quietly. When I told her,
she got up and told me to stay where I was. “I’m only going to be outside
for a couple of minutes. Leave your sister exactly as she is and don’t
touch her.” She then went out through the patio door and headed off
towards the tool shed.

Beckie had to have felt so embarrassed to be sitting there so helpless in
front of me. She couldn’t look me in the eyes either so she instead
looked at the wall until Mom came back.

“Okay kids, I have it. Rebecca, you don’t have to worry about anyone
seeing this film because I’m going to destroy it right now. I’m going to
start making dinner and you two are going to stay here and watch
Television until it’s ready. Peter, keep an eye on your sister and do NOT
try to untie her or remove her gag.”

With that, she went back into the kitchen leaving me sort-of ‘in charge’
of Beckie for the first time in my life. Under normal circumstances such
a turn-about would be amazing, but with Beckie all tied up as she was
there wasn’t really much for me to be in charge of. Beckie looked
absolutely miserable and although part of me felt a little satisfied that
she got what was coming to her… a larger part of me felt really sorry
for her, as I knew exactly how she was feeling.

As much as I didn’t like being in that situation when it had happened to
me, it had to be a lot more humiliating to a young teenage girl. I
figured the best thing that I could do for her at the moment was not to
stare at her and make her feel worse, so I turned the TV to a show that I
knew she liked (although I didn’t particularly care for it) and we sat
there and watched it.

After a half-hour or so, Mom came in to tell us that dinner was almost
ready. She told me that she was going to take my sister in to the dining
room first and then she’d call me when dinner was served. She crouched
down to untie Beckie’s ankles and then helped her get up and walk to the
dining room. I originally thought that Mom would untie Beckie by
dinnertime but as she was led past me I noted how elaborate the ropes
securing her wrists and arms were tied. Not only were her wrists VERY
securely tied, her arms were also pinned against her back by ropes that
circled around her waist and her shoulders. I also noted that Beckie was
wearing socks over her hands. Mom REALLY did a thorough job on her and it
was clear that she planned on keeping Beckie restrained for quite a bit
longer.

A few minutes later, Mom called me to come and sit down for dinner. I
came in and took my place just as she was finishing tying the last of the
knots that would hold Beckie securely to her chair. She then fastened a
bib around Beckie’s neck and started to untie her gag.

“Just a word of caution, young lady… remember what I told you upstairs.
You are not to allowed to speak AT ALL. If you try to talk once I take
this out of your mouth, each word you say will cost you an extra half-
hour longer tied up IN ADDITION to the amount of time I originally had
planned for you. Do we have an understanding?”

Beckie nodded her head and Mom completely removed her gag. I was amazed
when I saw how big the knot that was in her mouth was! Mom really seemed
to know her stuff when it came to tying someone up! She must have known
that Beckie would probably be thirsty from having that gag in her mouth
for so long, because she immediately picked up a glass of water and held
it to Beckie’s lips so she could drink. Beckie WAS thirsty all right…
she looked so relieved afterwards that she was about to thank our mother
when she suddenly stopped herself and remembered what would happen if she
tried to talk.

Dinner was a little unnerving that night, to say the least. Mom made the
same casual conversation with me that she usually did and tried to
encourage me to do the same back to her, but it was really distracting
watching her spoon-feed my older sister! On top of that, every so often
she’d give Beckie a little word of encouragement when she swallowed some
food as if Beckie was a little baby! I could tell that Beckie was NOT
particularly thrilled about that, but I think the worst thing of all was
what Mom was feeding her. Now I knew who those jars of baby food were
meant for and as much as I felt sorry for Beckie, I was glad it was HER
that had to eat them and not ME!

After dinner, Mom pushed that large pacifier into Beckie’s mouth and told
her to hold it there while she and I cleared the dishes and loaded the
dishwasher. She explained to me that Beckie’s punishment was going to
last for the entire weekend and she would be treated like a baby right up
until Sunday night… possibly longer if my sister didn’t behave herself.
Since I was going to be spending the weekend as Katie anyways, she
thought it would be nice that I’d have a baby sister to play with as
well. She then started to prepare a baby bottle and told me to go back
out to the living room to watch more Television and she’d bring my sister
back out to join me in a few more minutes. I tried to avoid looking at
Beckie as I passed by her.

I doubted that she was able to hear much of what our mother had told me
in the kitchen so a lot of what she was going to experience this weekend
was going to be a big surprise to her. Another thought occurred to me…
Aunt Janet and Aunt Patty! I wondered what THEY would think of Beckie’s
situation when they arrived the next day.

A few minutes later Mom was leading Beckie back into the living room and
asked me to move to the plush chair so she could sit on the sofa with my
sister. Beckie seemed to wince a bit as Mom sat her down on the sofa. Mom
noticed my concern and explained that Beckie’s bottom was still a little
tender from her spanking earlier and it was making her a little
uncomfortable when she sat down. She then pulled Beckie towards her,
still tied up and all, so that she leaned back into her arms. Even though
both Beckie and I knew what was coming next, it was a little comical to
see the look in her eyes when Mom asked me to ‘hand her the baby’s
bottle’.

I handed it to Mom and was fascinated as I watched her take the pacifier
out of Beckie’s mouth and replace it with the nipple of the bottle. Mom
thought that this would be a great opportunity for me to learn how to
properly bottle-feed a baby instead of always being the one being fed.
Beckie was a LOT bigger than an infant, but Mom made do anyways and kept
on with the pretense that she was only a baby. She explained how to hold
a baby when feeding, how to elevate it’s head properly, how to hold the
bottle… and at the end even how to burp the baby! I could tell that
Beckie was NOT at all happy about that last part, but even she looked
surprised when she suddenly let out a small burp. The look on her face
was just priceless, and even Mom found it difficult not to laugh.

When the bottle was finished, the pacifier was put back in her mouth for
a few minutes while Mom simply held Beckie and the three of us watched a
little bit of television together. Before too long, however, Mom shifted
Beckie back up to a sitting position and explained that she had a few
phone calls to make and told us that we were to stay in the living room
until bedtime.

“I’m sorry Rebecca, but I’m going to have to put the gag back in your
mouth now” she said gently as she took the pacifier from her mouth. “You
still aren’t allowed to talk and it’ll be easier for you to resist the
temptation if you’re gagged.”

Beckie looked VERY upset and squirmed a bit when Mom attempted to tie the
gag back in place. She resisted only a briefly but finally gave in when
Mom cautioned her that she’d earn herself another spanking if she didn’t
hold still. After the gag was back in her mouth and knotted snugly behind
her head, Mom did a few more once-overs on the rest of her bonds and then
patted her on the top of her head.

“Look at the bright side, sweetie. At least like this there’s no way for
you to make your punishment last longer than necessary, right?”

She then crouched down to tie Beckie’s ankles again, gave her a quick
kiss on the forehead and told me to keep a close watch on Beckie and to
call her if it seemed that Beckie was having any ‘difficulties’. I looked
over at Beckie and wondered what Mom could be talking about, since tied
up as she was Beckie wasn’t able to do ANYTHING. She looked back at me
and although it was obvious she was still very unhappy, she nodded her
head towards the television and I understood that she wanted me to pay
attention to the TV instead of her.

We stayed that way for about an hour, watching some movie that was on TV
at the time, when Beckie began making small noises through her gag. I
turned to look at her and she had a panicked look in her eyes and was
starting to fidget a bit.

“Are you okay?” I asked her

She shook her head quickly and I got a little worried. Beckie was
starting to get REALLY restless now and began twisting her upper body
about, trying to get her arms free. Tears were starting to form in her
eyes and she squeezed them shut as if she were in some kind of pain.
Maybe THIS was what Mom was talking about! I told Beckie not to worry and
that I’d go get Mom.

Mom was in the kitchen talking on the phone when I rushed in to tell her
that something was wrong with Beckie. She told the person on the phone
that she’d have to call her back and then she and I headed back into the
living room to check on Beckie. When we got there, Beckie was struggling
for all she was worth to get loose. Mom quickly held her by her shoulders
and looked straight into her eyes while telling her gently, but firmly to
calm down. Beckie still looked a little scared, but she drew a few deep
breaths through her nose and seemed to settle down a little.

“Your sister is feeling uncomfortable because she’s probably feeling a
strong urge to go to the bathroom” Mom explained. “Unfortunately, this is
a key part of your punishment, Rebecca. Since you left your little
brother in this very same predicament earlier today, you’re going to see
how it feels for yourself.”

Beckie’s eyes started to water again and a few tears rolled down her
cheeks as she felt another cramp in her bowels. I knew exactly what she
was going through, all right and I knew that it wouldn’t be pleasant for
her.

“Rebecca, just relax and don’t fight it. You can’t prevent it and you’ll
only cause yourself a lot of discomfort if you try” our mother said
gently as she sat down next to Beckie and put her arms around her. “I
gave you some medicine after your spanking as well as in your bottle a
little later that will force you to go. I was concerned that you might
try to hold it until Sunday night and I didn’t want you to make yourself
ill.”

Beckie started taking quick, short breaths through her nose and her eyes
got really wide, as it seemed as though her entire body tensed up. Her
expression rapidly changed from anxiety, to surprise and then finally to
misery. She’d obviously lost the battle and couldn’t hold out anymore. We
noticed the smell immediately and Beckie screwed her eyes shut in shame.

“There you go dear,” my mother said softly, “now at least you aren’t
feeling those nasty cramps anymore, are you?”

Beckie just slumped her shoulders and shook her head dejectedly. Mom then
helped her off the sofa and had her kneel on the floor for a moment while
she checked her diaper for leaks. She seemed satisfied that everything
was still contained inside and then sat Beckie up on the sofa again.

“Aren’t you going to change her, Mom?” I asked

“Not just yet, Peter,” she said as she shut off the TV. “Now that Rebecca
is in exactly the same position she left you in earlier today, I’m going
to let her experience it for a little while before I change her.”

Beckie’s eyes were red and swollen again from all the crying she’d been
doing and the news that she was going to have to stay in a messy diaper
for a little longer started a few fresh tears forming in her eyes.

“You need to understand, Rebecca, that it was not just a really mean
thing that you did to your brother today, but it was also VERY dangerous.
My sisters and I used to play tie-up games with each other when we were
younger and there are always safety rules that need to be followed. First
and foremost is that you never leave the tied-up person alone for too
long… ESPECIALLY if they’re gagged. They need to be checked on
frequently to make sure that they’re still okay. Today, you left your
brother alone like that for several hours while you fell asleep on your
bed!”

So THAT’s what happened, I thought. I didn’t think that Beckie was really
so mean that she’d leave me like that for so long on purpose. I guessed
that after she’d made me use the diaper, she’d only meant to leave me
there a little longer to make her point, but then she got sidetracked
somehow and ended up falling asleep in her room.

“Then there’s the matter of leaving him in a very soiled diaper,” she
continued. “It’s bad enough that you forced him into diapers and then
made him use them, but you left him in them for a long period of time
after he’d done it. Peter is still very young and has sensitive skin –
he could easily have developed a bad rash from that. Your bottom may hurt
a bit from your spanking earlier, but that’s how Peter would have felt
all the time until such a rash would have healed.”

Beckie closed her eyes and forced more tears to fall down her cheeks. Now
it looked as though she was feeling both shame AND relief – relief that
no serious harm had come to me earlier that day. Mom said nothing else
and we all sat there in the living room in silence, with the only sounds
being the muffled sobbing noises Beckie was making through her gag. Mom
then turned to me and instructed me to quickly run upstairs and get
dressed for bed, but to come back downstairs and keep an eye on Beckie
while she went back to finish her phone call. She told me that since I
was now sort of ‘babysitting’ that my bedtime was to be extended for a
while longer that night.

As soon as I got back to the living room, Mom went back to the kitchen to
finish her phone call. I turned the TV back on and tried to find
something I thought Beckie might like, but it didn’t seem as though
ANYTHING could comfort her at that point. I had never, EVER seen Beckie
as upset and as miserable as she was then. Although she sat there quietly
and tried to pay attention to whatever was on TV, she just couldn’t stop
crying. I looked over at her and the look of misery in her eyes made my
chest hurt. Mom had made it clear that Beckie was to stay tied and gagged
for quite awhile longer, but I could FEEL how miserable she was feeling
and I started to cry myself.

In spite of what had happened earlier that day, I LOVED my sister and it
hurt to see her so miserable. I could feel her emotions coming off of
her… shame, guilt, misery as well as how trapped she was feeling from
being tied up for so long. I threw my arms around her and held her in a
tight hug. It seemed to comfort us both for a few minutes, but I didn’t
want her to stay like that any longer. I got up and went into the kitchen
to see Mom.

She looked at me strangely as soon as I came in and suddenly noticed that
I’d been crying. She quickly ended her phone call and then crouched down
and took me into her arms.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she asked me

“Mom… Please… can’t we untie Beckie now? She’s feeling so miserable…
I know she’s sorry for what she did…. and… and…” Then, my breath
started to catch in my throat as my chest started hitching.

Mom gently pulled me off her shoulder and looked at me carefully for a
moment. “Peter, I know your sister’s upset right now and that’s
understandable considering her situation, but how do you know how sorry
she feels?”

“I… I’m not sure… I just KNOW. Please Mommy… Please let her go… I
don’t want her to be so sad anymore!”

Her eyes widened in surprise at that as she considered what she’d just
heard me say. I was a little surprised at what I’d said just then too,
but I was too upset at the moment to linger on it. My only thoughts were
of Beckie and how upset she was, and how all I wanted was for it to stop.

“You know Peter, her punishment isn’t supposed to end yet. She’s going to
have to stay in diapers for the entire weekend. She’s also supposed to
stay tied up until I put her to bed later tonight…”

“Oh no!! Please Mommy… ,” there, I’d said it again! “Please don’t leave
her like that… I’ll do anything you want… I swear! Please… ,” and
then the tears started again.

“I guess what your doctor told me is true… you really do have a lot
more of Katie in you than I thought you did,” she said to me with a look
of amazement on her face. “I’ll tell you what, I might be willing to
release her shortly, but it’ll mean that I have to do a bit of work
upstairs first. If I do this, Katie’s weekend is going to have to start
tonight. If you agree, then I think we’ll be able to release her in about
a half hour or so.”

I had no idea what it was that she needed to do upstairs, or why it meant
I’d have to become Katie a day earlier but if that was all Mom wanted
before she’d untie Beckie then there was no question in my mind of what
to do.

“I don’t mind… I’ll become Katie this minute if you want! Please Mommy
…” I thought in the back of my mind that there was something strange
going on since I’d suddenly started calling her ‘Mommy’.

“Not just yet, Peter. You can switch a little later. Let’s go and check
on your sister,” She then lifted me into her arms and carried me out into
the living room.

Beckie was still sitting in the same spot, not that it was likely she’d
try to move much being tied up as she was. Her eyes were still very red
and teary as she saw us come in, and as I got nearer to her I could feel
her sadness again. I started sobbing and Mom looked at me in astonishment
as she gently put me down beside my sister.

“Rebecca, I have just been completely amazed by how much your little
brother truly loves you. In spite of what you did to him today, he has
just convinced me to cut part of your punishment short.”

Beckie looked at me with gratitude in her eyes and a bit of wonder as
well.

“However,” our mother continued, “I have to do a bit of work upstairs
before I can let you go. You’re still going to be in diapers until Sunday
– or longer if you don’t behave yourself this weekend. Peter has agreed
to become Katie tonight instead of tomorrow and it is because of this
that you’re going to be released early.”

As she turned to head upstairs I asked, “Please Mom, can’t we take her
gag off while you’re working upstairs? Beckie will be good, I promise!”

She paused for a moment to consider it, but then shook her head. “No, I
think it’s better that it stays on until I’m ready to untie her. Waiting
for only another half-hour or so shouldn’t be so bad considering that she
was supposed to stay tied up for several more hours. Stay with her and
tell her to be patient.” She then turned and headed upstairs.

I looked at Beckie for a moment and then simply held my arms around her
and cried softly on her shoulder. I could already tell that she was
feeling a little better, but I really wished that we could have untied
her right away. I turned the TV back on and I flipped around the channels
to hopefully find something that would help Beckie take her mind off of
her confinement, as well as the uncomfortable mess in her diaper. Before
long, we heard Mom doing something with tools upstairs and then a little
while after that she came back into the living room.

"Just a few more minutes, Rebecca. You’ll be untied as soon as I get
“Peter changed… and then I’ll change you into a fresh diaper as well.”

She then crouched down to release Beckie’s ankles again and helped her up
off the sofa. She guided Beckie up the stairs and then we stopped at the
bathroom door where she pointed out what she had been working on. Mom had
installed a lock on the door that opened with a key from the outside. She
explained that it was a precaution to make sure that my sister would
finish her punishment without cheating in any way. Since I was too young
to start having keys to things in the house, this was why she thought it
better for me to become Katie earlier because I’d have to rely on diapers
through the night just as my sister would. Mom then led Beckie to her
bedroom and had her sit on her bed and told her to sit still and she’d be
back to release her shortly. She then picked me up and carried me back
down the hall into her own room where she’d laid out some diapers and one
of Beckie’s older nightgowns.

“You’re a VERY loving child to care so much for your sister so soon after
the way she treated you today, Peter. I hope that Rebecca appreciates
just how much you love her.”

I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that Beckie had changed a bit that night.
We made some sort of… connection. I wondered if this was the Katie side
of me that was getting so close to her, like I’m told that sisters
sometimes do.

Mom had me take off my pajamas and then she quickly diapered me, then
dressed me in the nightgown. She sat me in front of her vanity mirror
while she carefully combed and brushed out my hair, and then wound it
into a single braid. She then lifted me into my crib and asked me to wait
in there for a little while so she could take care of my sister, then
she’d be back with a bedtime story for me.

When she came back awhile later, I was feeling much more relaxed. I knew
that Beckie had to be feeling MUCH better now and knowing that made me
feel a lot happier. Mom brought me a book from my room, but before she
started to read it to me she told me that she’d forgotten something and
left the room again. While she was gone, I thought about Beckie. I wanted
to see her and to know that she was okay now and before I realized it,
I’d already climbed over the railing of my crib and padded down the hall
to her room. I paused outside the door as I heard her sniffling a bit. I
could still feel a bit of sadness coming from her, but it was nowhere
near what it had been earlier. I pushed the door open a bit and let
myself in.

She was curled up on her side under the covers, and looked up at me as I
came in. With her hair still in poodle bunches, she looked a lot like she
did earlier that day when the whole mess started. Neither one of us spoke
as we simply looked at each other. I then ran to her and threw myself
into her arms and hugged her tightly. She returned the hug and started to
cry again… which made ME start to cry again, but this time it was
different than before – it was more like ‘happy crying’. We held onto
each other like that for a minute, then she moved the covers aside and
made room for me to climb up into bed with her.

Her diaper seemed to be a little thicker, but she seemed fresh and clean
now and with a slight scent of fresh baby powder on her. She probably
didn’t like that she was still in diapers, but now that she wasn’t in a
messy one anymore she seemed much happier. The silence between us was
finally broken when she whispered 'I’m so sorry…" to me. I hugged her
tightly in response and held on like I was afraid to stop. We stayed that
way for a while and neither of us noticed that our mother had come back
into the room and had been standing there for a few minutes just watching
us.

Mom cleared her throat and said, “I’ve got something here for BOTH of my
little girls, and since you’re both here together, how about I read the
both of you a bedtime story?”

From behind her back, Mom produced two baby bottles full of milk and my
copy of Alice in Wonderland. I smiled when I saw the book and I knew why
she’d chosen it. She’d already picked a different story to read to me
that night but changed her mind when she’d seen that I’d gone to comfort
Beckie. Although I really did like that story, Beckie absolutely adored
it. Mom seemed a lot less angry now and perhaps the worst of Beckie’s
punishment was now behind us.

She gave each of us a bottle and then sat down next to Beckie’s bed and
started to read to us. Beckie was VERY confused by this turn of events
and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but I held her hand and gave it
a reassuring squeeze as I started to drink my bottle. Beckie looked at
hers for only a moment longer before she started doing the same.

Not long after, we both started to drift off to sleep. Beckie was no
doubt exhausted from the ordeal she’d gone through that day so she’d
fallen asleep first. Mom carried on reading for a few more minutes while
she gently stroked the top of Beckie’s head. When I started to doze off,
she quietly asked me if I wanted to sleep in my crib or stay in Beckie’s
room for the night. I was so tired by then that I’d only half-heard what
she’d asked and simply snuggled up closer to Beckie.

Mom smiled down at me and gave each of us a quick kiss on our foreheads,
then quietly let herself out and turned out the light. In the last few
moments before I drifted off into a deep sleep, I remembered thinking,
‘sisters should stay together’.

Part 14 – Two Baby Sisters

I slept very deeply and peacefully that night. My dreams were filled with
events of Beckie and myself doing lots of ‘sister’ stuff together.
Sometimes we were both babies playing together and other times we were
older girls out shopping together. All throughout these dreamed
experiences, everything just seemed so… natural.

As I slowly began to awaken the next morning, I started to notice the
scent of fried bacon and toast in the air. I sensed a bit of movement in
the bed with me and opened my eyes. For a moment, I had forgotten where I
was and was momentarily surprised to see Beckie lying right next to me
and looking back curiously at me – as if she’d also forgotten how I’d
ended up there.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said softly.

“That’s okay,” I replied. “I think I was already waking up. I can smell
breakfast cooking downstairs.”

“Pet…” she began, then quickly shook her head. “Katie, I’m VERY sorry
about yesterday. I was really upset when you… surprised me, and I was
so desperate to get that camera back that I wasn’t thinking very
clearly.”

I chewed on my lower lip thoughtfully for a moment as I thought about how
everything started with my accidentally discovering her the previous day.

“Beckie… why were you dressed up like that yesterday? I know you like
to dress me up as a baby, but do you like to be one too?” I asked her
quietly.

Beckie didn’t answer right away and looked away for a moment as I thought
I felt a brief wave of embarrassment flow through her. She then looked
back at me and shyly nodded her head.

“I used to play dress up like that once in awhile when I was younger, but
you would’ve been way too young to remember since you were just a baby
then yourself. Mom thought it was kind of cute and even made sure I had
some babyish clothes that would fit me. After I outgrew them, I stopped
playing dress up and didn’t think about it again until a couple of months
ago.”

I nodded slowly as Beckie paused to consider how much she wanted to tell
me. This was certainly interesting so far and I’d wondered why I had
never heard either her or Mom ever mention this in the past!

“A few weeks back,” she continued, “I was looking for something in the
downstairs storage closet and I found the box full of those outfits as
well as some of our old baby things. When I saw all that stuff I realized
then how much I missed playing dress up like that. So, once in awhile
when I’m alone in the house I’ll try to dress up for little while.”

This certainly explained why some of Beckie’s clothes were a bit on the
babyish side when she was younger. Now I knew why SHE was dressed up as a
baby yesterday, but I still didn’t know why she and her friends had
started all this baby girl stuff with me. It probably didn’t make much
difference for me to know at this point with everything that had happened
over the past few weeks, but I was still curious.

“Beckie, why did you and your friends turn me into Katie that first
time?” I asked quietly.

Beckie was quiet for a few moments as she thought about it. I could sense
a bit of turmoil going on inside of her. Clearly, there wasn’t a simple
answer to that question and I guessed that Beckie herself didn’t even
know all of the factors that motivated her that first day.

“Well… I guess it sort of started around the same time I found those
boxes again. I knew I’d never fit into those clothes again, but I still
really wanted to have some use out of them. At some point it occurred to
me that since you are even smaller than I was at your age, you’d be a
perfect choice to wear them.”

She went on to explain how she figured she’d need some help from her
friends to ‘convince me’ to go along with them, so when they were over at
our house that fateful morning, she showed them the family album with the
‘little girl’ pictures of me and then brought them downstairs to show
them all the stuff from the storage closet. She’d only thought that
they’d do all that baby stuff with me that one time, but they were all so
surprised at how cute and authentic-looking I was when they’d dressed me
up that they wanted to keep playing.

Just then, we heard our mother coming down the hall towards Beckie’s room
and she immediately hushed up with a bit of a worried look on her face. I
guessed she was afraid of being caught talking by our mother and getting
tied up again. She tensed a bit as our mother gently opened her door and
peeked in. Once she saw we were both awake, she smiled and stepped inside
the room.

“How are my two little girls this morning? Did you sleep well?”

I knew immediately that Mom was in a good mood and Beckie had nothing to
fear. The worst of her punishment seemed to have ended last night and it
only remained to be seen how much longer she was to be kept as a baby
girl. After what Beckie had admitted to me about how she’d enjoyed
dressing up in secret, I assumed that she’d be happy to get a whole
weekend to be a baby.

“Well, come on girls… brunch is ready” she said as she stepped over to
the bed and pulled the covers off of us.

Beckie instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms and Mom simply
made a tsk-tsk sound as she noticed Beckie’s apprehension.

“Rebecca, try not to be so self-conscious” Mom told her. “Remember,
you’re a baby for this weekend just like little Katie here so the sooner
you get used to that idea, the more comfortable you’ll be.”

Beckie nodded silently and then got out of bed, but as soon as she took a
couple of steps, she got a strange look on her face. Mom looked at her
for a moment and then with an amused smile on her face, she summoned
Beckie over to her. As soon as Beckie stood in front of our mother, she
suddenly turned beet red as Mom did a wetness-check on her diaper.

“I thought so,” Mom said with a slight chuckle. “I guess you’ll be
needing a change pretty soon, won’t you sweetie?”

Beckie, still very embarrassed, could only look down at her feet and nod
her head. Mom then helped me to my feet and did the same wetness-check on
me. Although I hadn’t given it any thought until then, I wasn’t surprised
to find out that my diaper was wet too.

“Well, let’s go and have brunch first while it’s still warm, girls. I’ll
change you both afterwards and then we’ll just sort of take the day as it
comes along.” She then took each of us by the hand and led us downstairs
to the dinning room.

I was a bit surprised to see that the table seemed pretty normal. After
how dinner went the previous night I had wondered if there was going to
be excessive baby stuff like highchairs and such set up, but it didn’t
appear that Mom was going to bother with that at the moment.

Beckie and I had slept a little later into the morning than was normal
for us, so Mom had made up a larger Saturday morning breakfast for us,
complete with sausage, bacon, eggs, toast and juice – the latter of
which was served to both Beckie and myself in spill-resistant toddler
cups. Beckie’s normal chair was still in the same spot it was from the
previous night, where it had been moved so that Mom could more easily
spoon-feed her. The look on Beckie’s face showed that she was also
remembering that dinner and I think she even turned a slight shade of
green. Yep… after eating all that baby food I’d probably also feel a
little queasy just remembering it.

Mom tied bibs on us both before she brought the plates in from the
kitchen and she almost laughed when Beckie breathed a huge sigh of relief
at seeing that she was being served ‘normal’ food. Mom DID, however, cut
up Beckie’s food into small portions and still spoon-fed her the entire
time we were seated – and Beckie was so relieved it wasn’t baby food
that she didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t try to spoon-feed me at any
point and that suited me fine. Mom was obviously trying to make a point
that Beckie’s status was to be much more infantile than mine that weekend
and for some reason I couldn’t quite put my finger on; I felt that it’d
probably be good for her too.

When we’d all finished our meal, Beckie automatically got up to start
clearing the dishes as she normally did, but Mom stopped her and gently
reminded her that she was too young for that and instead shooed her and
myself away into the living room. She looked a little surprised, but
simply shrugged and followed me to the living room. Just as we’d started
to watch some Saturday morning cartoons, Mom came in and gave us each a
baby bottle full of juice and told us to simply stay in the living room
together while she cleaned up.

A short while later Mom came back in and told us that it was time for
each of us to be changed. Beckie turned a bit red as Mom took her by the
hand and led her back upstairs. When she was brought back in a little
later, she was still a little red-faced but appeared to be a bit more
comfortable. Mom then picked me up off the couch, deciding to carry me,
then took me upstairs for my turn to be changed.

As I’d only been wet earlier that morning, Mom unlocked the bathroom door
for me so I could take care of any other necessary business. As she was
helping me out of the diaper, she’d explained that diapers for my Katie
time was only meant as a precaution against wetting accidents and there
wasn’t any intent of forcing me to use them. I was still a bit grossed
out from the memory of messy diapers the previous day, so that was fine
by me.

After I’d finished up in there, she brought me back to her room where she
pinned me into fresh diapers and covered them with plastic pants. I was a
little surprised that she had me continue to wear the nightgown I’d been
wearing all morning, but she explained that she’d deal with getting both
her girls dressed for the day after our Aunts arrived.

At the mention of our Aunts, I wondered again just how they were going to
react to everything. Although I was pretty sure they were expecting to
meet Baby Katie, I doubted that they were expecting to meet Baby Beckie
this weekend as well.

For the rest of the morning, Mom encouraged Beckie and me to play quietly
together while she took care of some phone calling she needed to do, as
well as a few last-minute clean ups around the house to prepare for the
arrival of our Aunts. She wanted us to stay in the living room so she’d
always know where we were, so after we got tired of watching TV we
started romping about together and throwing some of the cushions from the
sofa at each other. For some reason, both Beckie and me were in a very
silly mood and after some play wrestling and pillow fighting, we were
both lost to fits of giggles.

At one point, Mom came in and saw how we’d been spending our time
together. Although she was trying to look like she was a little angry
with us for messing up the living room, we both could tell she was trying
really hard not to laugh. It seemed that the two of us were reveling in a
happy euphoria together and nothing could dampen our spirits. Nothing,
that is, until the front doorbell rang.

“That must be Aunt Janet and Aunt Patricia, girls,” my mother announced
as she made towards the front hall to answer the door.

“Omigod, Mom!” Beckie said with a look of panic on her face. “I forgot
all about them! I can’t let them see me like this! Please, can’t I go
upstairs and change?”

Mom paused at the door to the front hall and replied, “No, I’m sorry
Rebecca. You will remain as you are. You are to be a baby for the rest of
the weekend without exception.”

Beckie looked totally crestfallen and I thought she was going to burst
into tears. Mom softened a bit as she saw Beckie’s expression and then
said in a gentler tone of voice, “Sweetheart, try to cheer up. You may be
surprised that this weekend won’t be as terrible as you thought. Your
Aunts are far more understanding and accepting than you realize.”

With that, she went to answer the door. I gave Beckie a hug and told her
that I was a little nervous too since I was in the same situation that
she was. Aunt Janet and Aunt Patty were about to meet their two baby
nieces and there wasn’t anything that either Beckie or myself could do
about it, so we might as well just relax.

I supposed it was a little easier for me to do that than for Beckie,
though. I’d had a lot more experience being all dressed up like a baby
girl and was more used to it than she was. While Beckie may like to play
dress up like that in secret once in awhile, being put on display to
others was quite a different matter and she was more than a little
nervous about it.

As soon as we heard their voices in the front hall, Beckie tensed and
tried to get up as though she was going to bolt up to her room, but I
caught her hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze to try to calm her.
Poor Beckie, the look on her face was almost like that of the proverbial
rabbit caught in the headlights.

The moment of truth finally came when Aunt Janet and Aunt Patty entered
the living room and took a good look at the two of us huddled together on
the living room floor.

“Girls, you remember your Aunt Janet and Aunt Patty,” our mother said.
“Don’t you want to come and give them each a hug since they came such a
long way to see you both?”

Although I felt a bit self-conscious being dressed as I was in front of
them, it was nothing to how Beckie was feeling. She was so shaking so
badly that when she tried to obey our mother and follow me to greet our
Aunts, she couldn’t even stand properly.

“Beckie dear,” Aunt Patty said with a look of concern in her eyes,
“What’s wrong sweetheart? Please, don’t feel embarrassed in front of your
Aunt Janet and I.”

Then, it seemed as though the floodgates finally broke. Beckie felt so
ashamed that she hid her face in her hands and burst into tears. Aunt
Janet and Aunt Patty practically ran across the living room and got down
on the floor to comfort her. They both held her and rocked her gently as
she continued to cry her eyes out. I was still a bit in tune with
Beckie’s emotional states, so I started to cry a bit as well, although
nowhere near as intensely as Beckie. Mom picked me up and sat down on the
sofa with me as her two sisters continued to try comforting Beckie.

“As you can see Pat,” Mom began, “There’s been a few developments since
we last spoke about little Katie here.”

“Indeed, Judy. You’d mentioned on the phone last night that there was
some problem with Beckie as well but I must admit that I’m a bit
surprised,” replied Aunt Patty.

“That’s for sure,” said Aunt Janet. In an attempt to lighten the mood of
the moment, she added, “It’s been a few years since little Beckie used to
dress up like this. I’m surprised that you were able to find diapers for
her in her size.” She then gave Beckie’s behind a playful little pat for
emphasis.

Mom explained that she’d picked up those things at a drugstore that had a
special section for incontinent teenagers and adults. Since Beckie was
going to be kept in diapers for the whole weekend, she wanted to make
sure she got ones that would do the job properly as the bathroom would be
off-limits to her until Monday.

Aunt Janet and Aunt Patty obviously knew that Beckie had done something
pretty serious for our mother to be punishing her like this, but it
didn’t appear that they knew all the details at that point. Mom promised
to fill them in a little later when both of her ‘little ones’ were put
down for their afternoon naps. Beckie, who had calmed down considerably
by then, made a bit of an indignant expression on her face when she’d
heard she was going to be put down for a nap later, but she kept quiet
about it.

Mom had held off on having her usual Saturday morning soak in the tub
until our Aunts had arrived. She then asked if they’d like to baby-sit
the two of us for a while and get to know their two baby nieces a little
better while she had her bath. Both of our Aunts could tell that our
mother had a lot of pent up tension from the last few days and figured
that she could do with some relaxation for a while.

Now that Beckie had gotten her emotions back under control again, she was
being extremely shy with our Aunts there. Combined with her very babyish
attire, it made her look really cute. Our Aunts must have thought so too,
because suddenly they both tackled Beckie and held her down while they
tickled her. Beckie was caught completely by surprise, but was soon
giggling so hard that her face started turning red. Although I shouldn’t
have been surprised, I was still caught a bit off guard when Aunt Patty
suddenly pulled me off the sofa and started doing the same to me. Within
moments, Beckie and I were both rolling around on the floor laughing with
our two Aunts as they played with us.

It seemed that was just what the situation needed to break the ice
because Beckie and I were both feeling a lot more relaxed and perhaps a
bit less self-conscious to be dressed as we were in front of our Aunts.
Aunt Janet had us stand up and rotate around for her so that she and Aunt
Patty could get a better look at us.

“Well, you two certainly do look adorable!” said Aunt Janet.

“Absolutely!” agreed Aunt Patty, “But you can’t stay dressed just like
that all day. How about we get the two of you dressed a bit so we can go
into the backyard for some fresh air?”

Beckie didn’t look all that eager about the notion of going outside while
she was stuck in diapers for the weekend, but for the time being she kept
it to herself as our Aunts led us out of the living room.

They brought us both upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door to tell
our mother what they had in mind. Mom answered through the door that she
thought it was a great idea and she’d come out to join them shortly after
she’d finished with her bath.

“I changed both of the girls a few hours ago, but you might want to check
if either of them needs another change before you try dressing them.” Mom
called from inside the bathroom. “Beckie’s diapers are in her bedroom
closet and little Katie’s are in my room.”

Beckie turned a deep shade of crimson, hearing our mother tell our Aunts
so plainly about ‘her diapers’. Aunt Janet seemed to sense her
embarrassment and gave her a gentle, reassuring hug. She then led Beckie
off to her bedroom as Aunt Patty brought me into our mother’s room. I
managed not to feel embarrassed when Aunt Patty did a precautionary
wetness check on my diaper before starting to dress me. She looked over
the assortment of little-girl clothes that Mom usually kept in her room
for me, but couldn’t seem to make up her mind what she wanted to dress me
in. I was still a novice when it came to girls’ fashions, so I was
finding it difficult to understand why my Aunt was having such a hard
time trying to decide.

At one point, she seemed to have an idea and scooped me up off my Mom’s
bed and carried me with her down the hall to Beckie’s room. She knocked
gently on the door as she entered and saw that Aunt Janet seemed to be
having a similar problem trying to dress Beckie.

“How are things going in here, Jan?” Aunt Patty asked.

“Well, little Beckie here may be a baby for the rest of the weekend, but
dressing her properly isn’t going to be easy. She doesn’t have much that
will fit over her diapers!” replied Aunt Janet with a shake of her head.

Beckie’s expression was a bit comical as she blushed again and I had to
hold my hands over my mouth to keep from giggling too loudly.

“Does Beckie have any coveralls?” asked Aunt Patty, “If so, we can dress
little Katie in the ones we brought with us and then the two of them
would look like twins!”

Apparently Beckie did have some, but I hardly ever saw her wearing them.
Mom got them for her a while ago to serve as comfortable ‘knocking about
the house’ clothes, but mostly Beckie didn’t like wearing them, as they
weren’t stylish enough for her teenage-girl tastes. Aunt Janet found them
hanging up in the closet almost immediately and decided it would be the
perfect choice. Aunt Patty carried me back downstairs with her to the
living room and then brought their bags in from the front hall so she
could sort through them.

“Ah, here it is!” she said as she held up a smaller set of coveralls. “We
went by the measurements your Mommy gave us over the phone so I hope it
fits!”

She removed my nightgown and helped me into the coveralls. I’d never worn
coveralls before, or at least I couldn’t remember if I ever had. They
seemed quite comfortable, if a little bit girlish. They were denim blue,
but had brightly coloured stitching on the front shaped into a few
flowers and the word ‘princess’ just underneath. My Peter side was
getting a bit nervous but I reminded myself that as Katie, such things
aren’t really all that out of place on me.

They fit quite snugly and I quickly became quite amazed at how
comfortable they felt. Aunt Patty put a pair of pink socks on my feet and
gave me a pair of little-girls sandals to wear over them. I looked down
at myself and was surprised that even the diaper I was wearing didn’t
seem all that noticeable under the clothes.

She brought me back up to Mom’s room so she could work on my hair in
front of her vanity mirror. She let my hair out of the long braid it had
been in and was brushing it out just as my mother came back in from the
bathroom.

“Oh my!” she gasped, “Pat, she looks absolutely precious! That outfit is
just perfect on her!”

“And not just her,” said Aunt Janet from behind us. We turned to see her
leading Beckie into the room. “Little Beckie looks quite precious too,
don’t you think?”

Except for the really girlish design on the front of my outfit, Beckie
now looked exactly like me – but bigger. Mom was really impressed and
squeezed Beckie in a giant hug.

“Sweetheart! You look adorable!” she said as she had Beckie turn around
for her so she could look over everything. “It does seem a bit tight
around her waist, though.”

“It can’t be helped,” replied Aunt Janet. “I doubt that little Beckie’s
coveralls were made to accommodate diapers. At least for little Katie
over there we had that in mind when we bought those.” she said as she
gestured towards me. Now it was MY turn to blush. Our Aunts certainly
came prepared for their visit, all right.

Mom needed to get dressed, so our Aunts brought Beckie and me back
downstairs to the living room to finish getting us ready to go out. Aunt
Janet took Beckie’s hair out of her poodle bunches and brushed it out
while Aunt Patty brushed mine. After they were finished, they sat us
together on the floor and ‘ooohed and ahhhed’ over us for a few minutes
until our mother came back downstairs.

“This is definitely a Kodak moment!” Mom said as she motioned for her
sisters to get in the picture with Beckie and me. She took a couple of
pictures, then placed the camera on a bookshelf and set the self-timer so
she could get into a picture with us.

We then all went out into the backyard, where Beckie and I were
encouraged to play together so the adults could talk together. Beckie
bridled a little bit at being dismissed like some toddler, but resigned
herself to the situation since that was exactly what she was supposed to
be for the rest of the weekend. She quickly forgot about her infantile
status and started to enjoy herself as she and I threw a ball around
together. Although the situation wasn’t exactly ideal, I was really
enjoying spending time with Beckie like this. She was really a lot of fun
to play with when she allowed herself to just let go of her worries and
simply relax. For a while, it was hard to remember that she was in
reality twice my age.

After an hour or so, Mom called us to come back inside with them. We were
a little disappointed since we both wanted to play some more, but we were
told that we’d all go back out again later that day if we continued to
behave like good little girls. Mom handed each of our Aunts a baby bottle
full of milk and then sent us into the living room with them so they
could feed them to us. I thought that Beckie would get a little upset by
that, but I was surprised that she seemed to accept it without any
complaint at all. I was hopeful that maybe Beckie had finally accepted
her situation since it would go a lot easier for her if she didn’t fight
our mother over it.

Aunt Patty fed me my bottle on the sofa since I was still relatively
small enough to be held on her lap and Aunt Janet settled on the floor
with Beckie. The adults continued talking about things with each other as
if Beckie and I weren’t in the room while we both quietly drank our
bottles. I’d finished mine a lot sooner than Beckie, so after Aunt Patty
burped me – much to my embarrassment – she simply cuddled with me while
we waited for Beckie to finish hers.

When she’d finally finished, she was just as embarrassed when Aunt Janet
burped her but she seemed to take it well. That is, of course, until Mom
announced that it was time for the babies to be put down for their
afternoon nap. Beckie tried to plead with Mom and told her that she
wasn’t tired, but Mom wouldn’t hear any of it. She handed Aunt Janet the
large pacifier, which was immediately put into Beckie’s mouth to quiet
her protests. She was told to keep it in her mouth and be the good little
girl that she’s expected to be and not give them any trouble or she might
earn herself another spanking. That certainly caught Beckie’s attention
as her eyes widened at the thought of being spanked again, so she settled
down and didn’t make another sound.

“Jan and Pat, can you stay down here with Rebecca while I put Katie down
upstairs in her crib? I want to keep Rebecca downstairs with us while she
naps so we can keep an eye on her.”

Our Aunts looked at each other and tried to keep from smiling, as they
didn’t want Beckie to think they were making fun of her situation.

“Well, alright Judy,” Aunt Patty said, “But I really don’t think putting
Beckie down for a nap will make her sleep. She may look like a baby right
now, but she is still a teenager.”

Mom simply smiled at them as she lifted me up into her arms.

“Don’t you worry about that, Pat. Little Rebecca will be able to fall
asleep easily enough,” she replied as she carried me out of the room with
her towards the stairs. I looked back over her shoulder as we were
leaving the living room and saw Beckie’s confused expression as she tried
to figure out what Mom had meant.

Mom brought me into her room and put me down on her bed as she helped me
out of the coveralls. I was then settled into the crib wearing only my
diaper and was covered by a light blanket.

“You really are a good child for being so nice to your older sister,
especially after yesterday,” Mom told me softly as she gently brushed
some of my hair out of my eyes.

“I love her, Mommy,” I said quietly. “I know she didn’t do all that mean
stuff to me yesterday on purpose. She was just really mad and I know she
didn’t mean it.”

Mom looked down at me and shook her head in amazement. “It is incredible
that you are able to forgive her so quickly. I hope that Rebecca will one
day realize just how fortunate she is to have such a loving little
brother…” She paused for a moment and then winked at me, “Or sister. I
hope she’s able to learn from this experience and who knows… maybe
being a baby for awhile will be good for her.”

She stayed with me and gently rubbed my back to help me fall asleep
faster. I felt myself pleasantly drifting through the memories of Beckie
and myself playing together earlier that day. It seemed that the more my
Katie side grew, the closer that Beckie and I became. What that meant for
the future was difficult to say, but I was hopeful that Beckie and I
would always be able to share that same closeness we’d felt since last
night.

I smiled at that thought and finally drifted off into a restful sleep.

To be continued in Part 15 - Katie to the Rescue

However, it hasn’t been continued, yet!! Not that I am aware of!!

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Re: Baby Katrina by Woggie

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This is a really great story and I hope there is more to come.