SEX ED. 101
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Part 1

I will never forget my first year of junior high school. Seventh Grade... 
that's when you feel like you've really hit the big time. Why? Because you're 
not in Elementary school anymore. It's a whole new ball game. You go to more 
than one classroom, gotta be sure you're using deodorant, you have to look your 
best for the junior high girls...and in my case, I got a crush on my new Sex Ed. 
teacher, Ms. Hunter.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Ms. Hunter in class. She was one of 
the tallest women I had ever seen, at about 6'8, and she was also the girls' 
basketball coach for the school. She had straight blond hair, almost to her 
shoulders, and it always seemed to have a windblown look to it. She wore long 
skirts that revealed nothing, and left everything to the imagination. She also 
had the nicest set of breasts I had ever seen.
Now, to give you a brief description of me at the time. I was a late 
bloomer. By the time I started Seventh Grade, I was only 4'5 or so, and looked 
more like a 4th grader. I was the one that always had my lunch money beaten out 
of me, that none of the girls danced with - yeah, so much better than me, just 
because they grow faster earlier - and the one that was just always the odd man 
out. Then, one day, something happened that would change my life forever.
I was on my way to the cafeteria at 11:30, like every other day, when 
Mikey Durkitz, the biggest 8th grade bully there was, stepped right out in front 
of me as I was walking, knocking me down right in front of everybody.
"Looks like Billington can't even stand right!" he shouted to the 
onlooking crowd. Some rolled their eyes and walked on, but he was loving every 
member of the crowd that had gathered. It didn't matter to him if he was 5'10 
when he was putting on a show.
"Real tough guy! What, you only outweigh me by 200 lbs., asshole!" I said 
trying to be tough. A murmur went through the crowd, as they knew, like I did, 
that I was about to die.
"I'll show you tough, you pathetic little worm," Mikey said through 
clenched teeth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I saw him draw one of his huge fists 
back to give me the punch that would surely end my life.
"Michael Durkitz! Unless you want to be expelled, you will stop what you 
are doing right now, and march straight to the Principal's office!" Ms. Hunter 
quickly came over and instructed the rest of the kids to get to class. "Are you 
okay, John?" she asked as she held my arms to try to get me to stop shaking.
"I...I....he..," I was trying to talk as my sobs of relief subsided, but 
still nothing would come out...except one thing. Before I knew what was 
happening, I was peeing my pants...right in front of the most attractive woman 
in the whole school!
"Oh dear," I heard her say as I started crying again, this time in over-
whelming shame. "Come on, let's take care of this. We'll figure something out." 
She grabbed my hand and led me to the high school locker rooms. "We're going to 
have to call your mother to come get you I think, John."
"God, please no!", I begged. "It's bad enough I just wet my pants in front 
of you, but..." I couldn't believe what I had just said. Ms. Hunter kind of gave 
me a little smile.
"So, do you have a little crush on me, Mr. Billington?" she asked quietly 
as she brushed some hair behind her ear.
"I...uh, well...who doesn't?" I finally got out. She kept smiling and was 
quiet for a minute. Finally, after it seemed like she was thinking about 
something for what seemed like hours, she spoke.
"So, you like me?" she asked. I nodded in the affirmative. "Would you like 
to make me happy?" Again, I nodded. "Well, then, let's get you taken care of. We 
won't be calling your mother." I can not express to you how great I felt after 
hearing that. "I'm going to get a day off for the rest of the day, and you're 
coming with me," she told me.
Ms. Hunter led me to her minivan out in the parking lot, still with my wet 
pants on. However, I had a jacket tied around my waist so that nobody could see 
that I had wet my pants like a baby. As she opened my door, she seemed to be 
examining me from head to toe. "Buckle up," she said as she reached in and 
buckled my seatbelt for me. I was hoping she hadn't noticed my "excitement".
"Where are we going to go?" I asked as we headed out down the road.
"After I make a quick stop at the drug store, we're going to my house. 
I'll wash your clothes for you and get you all ready to go," she assured me as I 
was a bit nervous.
We stopped at the local pharmacy on the way to Ms. Hunter's house. She 
instructed me to stay in the van while she went in. She left her keys so that I 
could listen to the radio. I was listening to some Brittney Spears when I heard 
her put a load of bags in the back of the minivan and close it up.
Ms. Hunter's house turned out to be only a couple minutes from the drug 
store. We pulled into the driveway of a big two story house, and parked.
"I'll come around and let you out, John. My doors are child protected." 
She first came around to my door, helped me with my seatbelt again, and this 
time, actually grabbed me under my arms and helped me down.
"I can get down myself," I said, a little dejectedly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ms. Hunter half way said, but it didn't really sound like 
she meant it. Instead it sounded like one does when they're just trying to 
placate a fussy child. I didn't push the matter however, since I was so grateful 
to her for helping me out.
"Okay, John, please sit down," she said as she laid her packages from the 
drug store on the floor and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs. I did as I 
was told and sat down next to her. "Now, here's where we stand. You just wet 
your pants at school, and I'm helping to take care of you now. You don't want 
your mother to find out about your little accident. I'm sure it's embarrassing 
enough to wet your pants in front of your Sex Ed. teacher." I blushed as my eyes 
filled with tears.
"Oh honey, I didn't mean anything by that. I know you were scared out of 
your mind. I would have been too." I looked at her and could see that she meant 
what she said. She then continued, "Now, there is something you can do for me 
since I'm helping you."
"What can I do to help?" I asked, suddenly interested in what I could do 
for my beautiful teacher.
"Well, you see, I found out this year that I'm not able to have children," 
she told me. "I found that out shortly before my fiance left me. I have always 
wanted to care for a child. I have a lot of love and affection to give. I'm 
already taking care of you right now. What I want is to treat you like my baby 
for a while."
I was stunned at her words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She 
couldn't mean what it sounded like she meant.
"Wha-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"I mean let me treat you like a baby. Let me diaper you, feed you, change 
you...and nobody will find out about it, I promise you. I want to take care of 
someone, and you need a lot of taking care of right now. You're not going to be 
able to wear your pants or underwear anyway since we need to wash them. So what 
do you say?"
I wanted to say no, tell her she was crazy, I'm not a baby, and I don't 
wear diapers. But as I looked into her big, brown eyes, and saw how much she 
wanted to take care of me, I found myself nodding "yes."
"Oh Johnny, thank you," she cried. I will never forget the smile on her 
face as she grabbed me and held me in a long embrace. Finally she let go. "Ok," 
she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "let me get those wet clothes off of you."
Before I could say anything, she had my shirt over my head, and in a few 
more seconds had my jeans and underwear off. I couldn't believe I was standing 
there in her house naked. I wasn't for long though, as she quickly reached over 
to the bags she had carried out of the drug store.
"Lay down, baby," she said as I watched her pull a bag of diapers out of 
the first bag. I was still in so much shock, that I hadn't laid down yet, she 
grabbed me and laid me on the floor herself. "I said lay down, sweetheart," she 
cooed. "Everything's going to be alright.
Before I knew it, she had opened the bag of diapers - I think the bag said 
Attends Youth on it - and pulled out two big disposable diapers. She unfolded 
the diaper, and then lifted my legs and bottom and slid the diaper under me. She 
then ripped holes in the front of the diaper, and put another one over it in the 
same manner.
"There you go, all nice and snug in your nice, dry diaper," she said as 
she patted the front of my diaper. "It looks like baby enjoys this as much as I 
do," she smiled as I blushed ten shades of red. "Now, you stay right here, and 
I'll be right back, angel," she said as she headed downstairs to put my clothes 
in the washer.

Part 2

I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, starting Seventh Grade, 
Junior High, the gateway to High School, and here I had just been diapered by my 
Sex Ed. teacher just before she left to put my wet clothes in the wash.
I squirmed around as I tried to get accustomed to my new attire, but the 
bulk between my legs just felt so alien to me. I could barely put my legs 
together. With every crinkle the diapers made as I moved my legs, I wondered 
more and more how I had let myself get talked into this. Was it temporary 
insanity? Was it because she was a teacher? Or was it because Ms. Hunter was the 
prettiest, most beautiful woman I had ever seen, like something out of a dream 
and I would do anything to please her? Whatever the reason, I was in diapers 
now, and she was in charge. I prayed that she kept her word and would not tell 
anybody.
"Well, I got your clothes in the washer, honey," Ms. Hunter announced as 
she came upstairs and walked back into the room. Just as I sat up, she reached 
down, and with a strength I didn't know she had, picked me up under my arms and 
propped me on her hip. I was in a daze as I sat there.
"Umm, Ms. Hunter?" I began, "I really appreciate how much you've...um, 
HELPED me so far, but I was just wondering...how long am I going to have to 
dress like this?" The smile that was on her face almost wavered for a second, as 
it looked like a tear might come to her eye, but she regained her composure 
before she answered.
"Well, John, I guess I can't have you be a baby too long...I just thought 
we both might enjoy it. You need taken care of, and I want to take care of you, 
but I guess as soon as your clothes are dry you can go back to being a big boy." 
She didn't quite seem totally sincere, but what choice did I have? I nodded in 
agreement.
"Well, I guess I've got you for a couple of hours anyway," she said. "Are 
you thirsty, honey? Would you like something to drink? I have water, milk, 
Coke..."
"I'll have a Coke please, Ms. Hunter," I replied.
"Okay, you stay right here, and I'll be right back, sweetie," she cooed 
before sitting me back on the floor and leaving the room. "You can turn on the 
TV and watch a little if you want," she called from the kitchen. I grabbed the 
remote and turned it to "Recess". I love that show. A couple minutes later, Ms. 
Hunter came back into the room with my Coke...in a baby bottle.
"Sit up honey, and let Ms. Hunter feed you your ba-ba," she said with a 
big smile on her face.
"Umm, Ms. Hunter, couldn't I just drink it myself?" I pleaded.
"Now now, Johnny, you said that you would be my baby until your clothes 
are clean and dry. That doesn't mean just wearing diapers. I want to take care 
of you. Now come over here, munchkin," she ordered as she sat down on the couch 
and patted her lap. Not sure what she wanted, I got up from where I was lying on 
the floor, and waddled over her. Setting down the Coke-filled bottle on an end 
table, she picked me up again, and cradled me near her breast like one would do 
for a baby, and teased the nipple of the baby bottle into my mouth.
"Come on, baby, drink for Mama," she cooed. I finally started nursing the 
bottle as we both watched the cartoon. I remember hearing her angelic laughter 
as she watched the cartoon before I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in a dark bedroom, my arm around a big blue teddy bear. I could 
tell that I was still diapered, but something felt different. As I started 
feeling around, and then feeling my diaper, I discovered that I had wet my 
diaper! How had that happened, and how had I gone to sleep drinking COKE?! What 
about the caffeine?
"Ms. Hunter?" I called. I was too afraid to leave the bedroom, not knowing 
what would happen if she saw that I had wet in my diaper. "Ms. Hunter?" I called 
again. Finally the door creaked open.
"So, Mr. Sweepy Head is awake, isn't he?" she cooed with delight. "Did he 
have a good nap-nap?"
"I - I guess so, Ms. Hunter," I stammered. "How long was I asleep?"
"Oh, baby was asleep for a few hours. He needed his rest," she said as she 
sat down on the side of the bed.
"A few hours?! I have to call my mom! She's going to be really mad! I -"
"Shh, precious," Ms. Hunter said trying to calm me. "I called your mother 
and told her that you were here studying and that I'm your new tutor. Everything 
is alright, sweetheart."
"Oh, well, are my clothes dry?"
"Oh, they are dry, but I don't think I should give them to you yet...we 
have to talk, honey." I must admit that before she said this, the baby talk was 
just kind of getting on my nerves, but now I was scared. "I think I'll hang onto 
your big boy clothes until you agree to some terms. I don't just want a baby for 
one day. I want to take care of you every day that I can. I want you to be my 
baby as much as possible, and for as long as I want. Only then will I even think 
about letting you go, you cute little munchkin." My face went white.
"Ms. Hunter, I - I'm ss-sorry you can't have children, but, I really don't 
think -"
"Oh, come on, honey," she cooed with a smile on her face. "I think you'll 
love being babied and taken care of by me. Besides...I've already taken some 
simply ADORABLE baby pictures while you were asleep."

Part 3

"Wha-what do you mean, Ms. Hunter?...What baby pictures?" I stammered as I 
lay there in bed in my wet diapers, not wanting to know the truth.
"Oh, baby, just take a look at yourself," she cooed as she handed me a 
Polaroid. "This is just one of many, my angel," she said as she handed me the 
photo. It was a picture of me, wearing my diapers, sound asleep with a pacifier 
in my mouth. "I'm sure you'll be my baby and pretty much do whatever I say since 
you probably don't want anybody from school seeing these precious little 
pictures, won't you, baby?"
"Why the hell are you doing this to me?!" I cried as tears came to my 
eyes. "I don't want to be a baby! You can't do this to me!" I screamed.
"Oh, baby," Ms. Hunter began, as she started to reach around my shoulders, 
"I think you do want to be a baby. I really don't think you feel loved enough. 
Your mother didn't seem all that worried about you when I called." This didn't 
surprise me. Every since dad left, she'd been getting more and more distant from 
me, and closer and closer to vodka bottles. "Furthermore, I have always wanted 
to take care of a baby, and just because you are not a real baby, doesn't mean 
that I can't care for you like one. Now...like it or not right now, you are 
going to agree to be my baby and obey my rules. Is that understood?"
I sat there tears running down my face in humiliation. I was defeated. I 
was going to have be Ms. Hunter's baby. There was no way out of it. I finally 
nodded my head slowly.
"That's a good baby," she cooed. "But a minute ago you weren't such a good 
baby. You yelled at Aunty, and that wasn't very nice." With that, she put me 
over her knew and started spanking me quite hard. I started crying again, not 
out of pain since I still had my diapers on, but once more out of humiliation. 
"Since this was you first offense, I left your diapers on to give you some 
padding. Next time you break a rule, Aunty won't be so nice."
As I sat there sniffling, Ms. Hunter put her thumb and forefinger in the 
leg elastic of my diaper. "Looks like baby's wet," she announced with a smile. 
With that, she brought a changing pad over to the bed and had me scoot onto it. 
She undid the tapes to both of the diapers she had put on me before, and I 
couldn't help but get an erection. She was the first woman besides my mom to see 
me naked. I happened to glance down, and my eyes went wide in disbelief.
"Ms. Hunter," I began, "What happened to, uh, to."
"I shaved off your hair down there, sweetheart. It will help you not to 
get diaper rashes, and also with messy diapers," she explained. "And call me 
Aunty from now on. I'm only Ms. Hunter at school, my angel." With that, she 
pulled out two more of the disposable diapers and put them both under me. After 
she tore a hole in the front of the inside one, she started to bring them up 
between my legs.
By now my erection was at it's peak. I couldn't believe the sensations 
washing over me. "It looks like my baby enjoys wearing diapers a little too 
much," I heard Ms. Hunter say. "I'd better do something about this if I want to 
get your diapers on you properly." With that, she reached out with her large, 
soft, manicured hand, and started stroking my penis. "This is what is called by 
most, a hand job, where you don't masturbate yourself, but someone else does it 
for you...remember that, it'll be on the test," she said with a wink. After only 
a few seconds, I came for the first time. Ms. Hunter wiped it up with a baby 
wipe and proceeded to tape my diapers up around my hips. "There we go, all nice 
a snug in our dry diapers" she cooed as she patted the front of them. "Let's go 
downstairs and have some dinner before bed, honey," she said.
"Ummm...bed?"

Part 4

"What do you mean...bed?" I asked as I was trying to cope with and 
understand all the mixed feelings that were whirling around inside me. I mean, I 
was still really embarrassed about being in diapers in front of Ms. Hunter, whom 
I have a huge crush on, but I could not deny that I enjoyed that diaper change. 
Nobody had ever touched me like that before, and suddenly there was a whole new 
world of sensations.
"Well, I told your mother that I would be tutoring you late tonight, and 
that I would take you to school tomorrow. This is your first night with your new 
Aunty, and I want us to be able to bond the way a Aunty and baby need to, 
pumkin," she explained as she stroked my face. "Now, sit up, baby, it's time for 
din din."
When I sat up, before I could stand, Ms. Hunter kneeled down, put her 
hands on my diapered bottom, and lifted me up to be placed on her hip as she 
walked. I would have protested that I could walk by myself, but after everything 
that had happened, I didn't want another battle...or another spanking.
When we got to the kitchen, I couldn't see the big high chair until she 
sat me in it and had the tray in place and locked since she kept my head over 
her shoulder, as she continually rubbed her cheek against mine in tender 
adoration.
"Ms. Hunter, please don't make me sit in a high chair," I begged, as I 
tried pushing against the locked tray while my legs flailed.
"Now, now, Mr. Fussy, there will be none of that," she gently scolded as 
she lightly slapped my naked thigh. "But just to make sure," she said, as she 
started to strap my arms to the arms of the high chair, "I guess I'll have to 
take precautions. Your Aunty knows what's best for you, my Sweet Baby Boy."
"Ms. Hunter...p..pll...please..." I cried in shame as tears started to 
sting my eyes. "I d...I don't wann..."
"Oh, come now, baby, it's not that bad," she said as she scooped a 
spoonful of tasteless "banana" paste that was supposedly baby food into my 
mouth. "Baby needs to learn to not argue with his Aunty." In went another scoop.
As I cried harder and harder, the less food stayed in my mouth. I couldn't 
help it. I felt totally defeated, and come to think of it, I was. My beautiful, 
wonderful, motherly, insane teacher had me, and I saw no escape. The only thing 
I could do was sit there, unable to move my hands, and cry harder as each 
spoonful was fed into my mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Fussy, come on, there's only one more spoonful. You can do it, my 
little man...chugga chugga...the train's coming to the station, little man," she 
teased as she twirled the spoon in front of me.
"Okay, you can do this," I told myself. "Just eat this last bit, and we're 
done, and we can just forget this for the time being...you can do this."
"Come on, little one, just one more bite," she coaxed again. I finally 
managed to open my mouth and let her shove the spoon in. I really wanted to 
throw up, but I was afraid what would happen if I did anything else.
Ms. Hunter started to wipe my face off, and tell me how much more food got 
on me than in my mouth. As she finished wiping off my face, she gave me long 
kiss on the cheek, then the forehead, then smiled as she tweaked my nose before 
finally unstraping my arms, unlocking the tray, and getting me out of the high 
chair.
"Time for your bath, baby," she announced as she started carrying me up 
the stairs in the same manner she carried me before. "We need to get baby all 
cleaned up for beddy-bye time," she cooed as she rubbed her cheek against hers.
She ran a warm bath, took off my diaper, and proceeded to give me a VERY 
thorough bath. She took special care to make sure my hair was shampooed very 
well, and that my diaper area was clean. Again, I cannot explain the feelings 
that were going through me at the time...my hate of the diapers, my subconscious 
love of the attention, my hatred for Ms. Hunter, my love for Ms. Hunter...I'm 
still not sure I understand it all. After she was convinced I was clean, she 
brought out a huge towel, wrapped me up in it, sat down on the stool, and lifted 
me up onto her lap as she dried me off. "Okay, honey, let's get you ready for 
bed."
She took me by my hand, and led me down the hall to the bedroom I had 
awoken in. "Alright, up on the bed we go," she cooed as she swooped me up over 
her head and down onto the bed while my heart raced. She then started to blow on 
my stomach, and I couldn't stop laughing despite myself. She then gave my 
stomach a couple of kisses and tickled it with her hair before she produced 2 
more diapers. In a couple minutes, I found myself back in very thick diapers, 
and before I knew what was going on, Ms. Hunter was slipping a baby blue t-shirt 
over my head. She then pulled a baby blue sleeper with feet that actually looked 
like it might be a little too big on me out of the closet and told me to step 
into the legs. As I did this, she managed to get my arms through the sleeves, 
and then buttoned up the back. As she did this, I realized there was no way I 
would be able to remove it without her help.
"Okay, baby, let's go to bed," she announced. I started to head for the 
pillows on the bed she had just changed me on, when she hit me with the biggest 
shock of all: "Oh no, honey," she said as she smiled, "the crib won't be here 
until tomorrow. While I very much want to trust you not to do anything, I'm not 
sure if I can yet, so until we have your crib with the locking door on top, I'm 
afraid you're going to have to sleep with me."

Part 5

Moments later, I was sitting in my blue footed sleeper and my thick 
diapers on Ms. Hunter's bed as she readied herself in the bathroom of her master 
bedroom. She had locked the bedroom door from the inside with a key to insure 
that I wouldn't be able to escape while she had the door to the bathroom shut 
while she showered.
"How could I have let this happen?" I asked myself as I sat there, trying 
to get comfortable with the thickness between my legs, as a tear of shame rolled 
down my face. I desperately wanted to be out of the sleeper since it was 
beginning to itch, not to mention every place that was covered with the huge 
disposable diapers I was now trapped in. "I'm in Seventh grade. I'm supposed to 
be going to dances and ball games, not being the teacher's baby." As I sat there 
in my own self pity, the door to the bathroom finally opened. My jaw just about 
hit the floor.
There was Ms. Hunter, standing in the doorway in a soft pink silk negligee 
that didn't leave much to the imagination. She was also wearing a matching bra 
and panties. She gave me wink and a smile before she turned towards the mirror 
and picked up her hair dryer and proceeded to dry her beautiful hair.
"Okay, my sweet little angel, time for beddy-bye," she cooed as she turned 
out the overhead light, leaving just the lamp on her bedside table on. "We both 
have to be at school tomorrow, so we need to get our rest." She walked over to 
the bed, and sat down as she put her hair in a ponytail, and then proceeded to 
pull back the covers.
"Get under the covers, honey," she urged. All I could do was obey. Looking 
back, I'm beginning to wonder how horrible this whole situation really was. 
"That's a good baby," she said with a smile as she slid in under the covers next 
to me. I put my head on my pillow, and turned to face the other direction so 
that I didn't have to look at her. There were still so many mixed emotions 
flying around in my head about her.
"I think somebody is still a little embarrassed," she said playfully. This 
brought another tear to my eye. Before I knew it, Ms. Hunter put one arm under 
me and one arm over me, and pulled me to herself so that she was completely 
holding me as we lay there. "Oh, sweety, please don't hate me," she said before 
kissing my cheek and holding me tighter. "I know you don't like this yet, but 
believe me, you will soon enough." She then started rubbing my stomach while she 
hummed a little lullabye. I don't remember ever feeling so secure before or 
since then. I also don't remember falling asleep.

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"Wake up, sweety," Ms. Hunter said as she gently shook my shoulder. "Wake 
up, we need to get you ready for school, angel," she said with a smile.
I yawned deeply before I realized that I had been there all night, and 
that I had just slept with my sex ed. teacher. It was then that I realized that 
I was still in thick diapers and a footed sleeper that I couldn't get out of 
without Ms. Hunter's help.
"Okay, honey, hold still," she commanded as she sat down on the bed and 
turned me around so that my back was facing her.
As she started to unbutton my sleeper, I finally asked, "Ms. Hunter, 
you're not going to give me another bath, are you?"
"Oh no, honey" she replied. I was thinking she was going to let me shower 
by myself. "I gave you a bath last night, so you should still be good for 
today." My heart sank. "Alrighty, let's see if you're wet, my sweet baby boy."
"Ms. Hunter, I'm not wet," I began. "I've never wet the bed since I was 
five years o..." I looked down at my diapers and realized that I had in fact 
drenched them during the night. Tears started to stream down my face.
"Oh, honey," she said sweetly, "Let's just get you changed." She lay me 
down on the bed and started to untape my diapers. I just lay there in a daze, 
tears coming down my face as my sex ed. teacher started wiping me down with a 
baby wipe. I felt so humiliated that I didn't get aroused this time. "Ok, 
sweety, lift your bottom." As I started to cry harder, she finally grabbed both 
my ankles in one hand and lifted me up as she pulled the wet diapers out from 
under me. She then went into the bathroom for a few minutes.
I finally was able to collect myself enough to sit up on the bed, 
preparing to stand up, when Ms. Hunter came back into the room. "Oh, no sweety, 
don't get up yet. We're not done yet," she said as I was about to stand.
"But...I thought I needed to get ready for school," I said in a shaky 
voice. "I thought..." I stopped as she held up two new disposable diapers. My 
eyes got wider than I think they have ever been. "Ms. Hunter, PLEASE don't make 
me wear diapers to school!" I cried. "PLEASE, everyone will know, everyone is 
going to make fun of me! PLEASE don't make me wear them."

Part 6

I sat on the bed with new tears in my eyes as I realized what Ms. Hunter 
intended for me. I pleaded as I stared at the two fresh, white diapers she now 
held in her hand.
"Please...please..." I whimpered, "PLEASE don't make me wear them to 
school! Everybody will find out!"
"Oh, honey, stop being so argumentative. Nobody is going to know you're 
wearing diapers. I've thought about that already. Aunty is going to take care of 
her baby boy," she cooed.
"But...bu..bu..." I blubbered, "I don...I don't wa...want to!" I cried.
"Honey, what did Aunty tell you yesterday about cooperating? Would you 
rather wear diapers to school, safe under your clothes, or would you rather get 
another spanking, this time without your nice, soft, thick diapers on?"
I was defeated. I knew it. Though I was still crying, I shut up and lay 
down on the bed. "That's a good baby," she cooed. She unfolded the first diaper 
and then grabbed both my ankles with one hand, lifting me up and sliding the 
diaper under me. After covering my crotch with baby powder, she pulled the 
diaper up between my legs and fastened the tapes. "Looks like a baby I know 
isn't as excited about getting his diaper changed," she observed as she tore a 
hole in the front of my soft white prison. I hadn't realized, but I wasn't 
aroused this time. I just flushed in shame as she unfolded the second diaper and 
repeated the task.
"Now, wait right here while Aunty gets your clothes, my angel," she said 
as she patted the front of my diaper.
"Where are my clothes, anyway?" I asked as I wiped my eyes.
"Oh, those clothes aren't near as nice as the clothes I have for you, 
sweety," she said. "Besides, there's no way those pants you wore yesterday would 
fit over your didees. I've got some nice, adorable clothes for you to wear 
instead," she smiled as she rummaged through her closet. She then produced an 
odd sort of t-shirt, light blue in color, and some overalls. "Come here, baby, 
let's get you dressed for school."
I trudged over to where Ms. Hunter stood with my new clothes. She 
instructed me to raise my arms, and then brought the weird t-shirt over my head 
and put my arms through the sleeves. She then proceeded to fasten some snaps in 
the crotch. She then had me step into my overalls and then brought the straps 
over my shoulders and fastened them in place.
"There, look at my cute little baby, all ready for school," she cooed as 
she patted my bottom. She led me over to the bed and put my shoes on for me, 
even tying them. She then carried me out to the car and we were off to school.
I was glad that we got there before everybody else, as teachers have to be 
there early. As we walked down the hall, all I could think about was the way my 
walking was changed with the bulk of the diapers, and the crinkling noises I 
heard like thunder in my ears. How anyone was not going to notice was beyond me.
"Okay, baby, you stay in my room until other kids start showing up and 
study. I'll expect you to be in my room when the lunch bell rings so that Aunty 
can check your diaper. Okay, sweety," she smiled as she pinched my cheek.
"Yes...Ms...yes, Aunty," I mumbled as I saw her stern look when I was 
about to call her Ms. Hunter. She then smiled and kissed me on the forehead 
before sitting down at her desk as I took a seat in the room.
As I opened up my Social Studies book, to at least give the pretense that 
I was studying, I started to think really hard. How was I going to get out of 
here? Here I was, diapered and being forced to play the role of my Sex Ed. 
teacher's baby! I wasn't sure how much more I could stand. Finally, a vague plan 
started to form. I could just skip school. Plenty of people do it. I just needed 
the right opportunity. As my plan developed, I counted the minutes until the 
first bell rang.
"Be good, honey," Ms. Hunter called as I walked out of her room. "Be here 
at lunch!"
I mumbled a reply as I ran out into the hall. The hall was beginning to 
fill with fellow students. All I needed to do was get lost in the crowd and 
quietly slip out the door. At long last, I managed to get through the crowd and 
ran out the doors. For the first time in my life, I was glad to be as small as I 
was. Nobody was going to notice me.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw nobody following me as I started 
walking for home, only about a mile away. My plan was working perfectly...and 
then a police car pulled up beside me.
"Hey, kid!," someone yelled. I turned to see a policewoman in the car. "Ya 
know the school's the other way, right?" she said sarcastically.
Think fast, think fast..."Uh, yeah. I just realized I left some homework 
at the house. I just need to go get it and get right back." I was hoping she 
bought it and hoped that my face wasn't too flushed. The moments passed as she 
just stared at me with an unconvinced look on her face. Just then her police 
radio came to life.
"Copy that," she said into the radio. "Well kid, I sense there's more 
going on here, but I've gotta go, so I guess today's your lucky day. Just get 
your hide back to school ASAP, understand?"
"Yes ma'am...thank you ma'am," I said. I breathed another sigh of relief 
as the car pulled away. That was close.
At long last I reached my house. I was wondering why Mom's car was still 
in the driveway. Hesitantly, I opened the door. As I did, the first thing I saw 
was my mom sitting in the living room chair, with an almost empty bottle of 
vodka in her hand. I froze as she looked over at me.
"The...thehell areyous doing home?!" she demanded.
"Mom...mom, what's the matter?" I asked as she got up and started walking 
over to me.
"Jush lemme get thish shtraight," she slurred, "Firsh, yoush shped the 
night wif that...BITCH teasher of yoursh, and now...now you're shkippig 
shchool."
"Mom, I..." I started with tears in my eyes...and then it happened...out 
of nowhere she slapped me across my face. HARD. To this day I think is was the 
hardest I've been slapped. I grabbed my left cheek as my left eye started to 
burn.
"SHUDDAP, YOU LIL BASHTARD!" she screamed. "Wherein hell do you get off 
showing the entire world what a horrible mom you got?!" she demanded in her 
drunken stupor. "Yeah, you run backto shchool where you blong, you lil 
bashtard!" she yelled as I burst into tears and ran out the front door and all 
the way back to the school.
As I ran in the doors, I stopped, trying to catch my breath, tears 
streaming down my face, my body wracking with sobs.
"Baby, is everything okay?" I heard from behind. I turned around to face 
Ms. Hunter. "Oh my God, how on earth did you get that black eye?!" she 
exclaimed. "Was it that bully or yours again?" I just looked at the floor, 
sighed, and broke into another set of wracking sobs. "Honey, what's the..." 
Before she could finish, I threw my arms around her neck and bawled into her 
shoulder as she rubbed my back and comforted me as best she could.
"Everything will be alright, my angel" she promised as she held onto me. 
She then took my hand in hers as we made the long journey down to the 
principal's office.

Part 7

I sat there in the Principal's office sniffling, Ms. Hunter's arm around 
my back caressing my shoulder as we waited to speak with Ms. Deakins, the 
Assistant Principal. As messed up as my mother was, I couldn't believe she had 
given me a black eye. My face was still throbbing from the slap. I felt scared 
and alone, and would have felt even more so if Ms. Hunter hadn't been trying to 
comfort me.
We finally got the announcement from the secretary that Ms. Deakins was 
ready for us. Ms. Hunter stood up first, then, holding my hand, pulled me to my 
feet and walked me into Ms. Deakins' office. The crinkling from my diapers was 
the only noise as I gave the secretary a panicked glance, but she didn't appear 
to notice as she busied herself with some paperwork on her desk.
"Good afternoon, Claire," Ms. Deakins greeted Ms. Hunter with a smile as 
we entered her office. "And who is this young man? I don't think I've had the 
pleasure yet. I hope this isn't some disciplinary problem on only the second day 
of classes."
"I think this could be far from that, Helen," Ms. Hunter said seriously as 
she took one of the chairs in front of Ms. Deakins' desk after having me sit in 
the other. "We haven't actually established what happened, but I don't think 
John's black eye is school related."
Ms. Deakins looked to me. "John, is it?...Can you tell me what happened? 
Who gave you that black eye?" I sat there, looking at my lap, hoping this whole 
thing wasn't happening. Ms. Deakins, sensing my fear and hurt, took a softer 
approach. "John, we only want to help you. If you don't tell us what happened, 
we won't be able to. You do want to be helped, don't you, sweetie?" I tearfully 
nodded. "Well then," she continued, "do you think you can help us help you by 
telling us what the problem is?"
After a pause, I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure what I was going to 
say. I didn't want Ms. Deakins knowing EVERYTHING that happened. What would I 
say, that I was going home to take off the diapers that my crazy Sex Ed. teacher 
was making me wear? I decided to try to be as thorough as possible without 
bringing it up.
"I...I was going...home," I started, "because...I had forgotten 
my...notebook." Ms. Hunter looked over at this. "I - I walked in the door, 
and...I think my mother was drunk." This was a total lie. I knew she was drunk. 
I paused.
"And what happened?" Ms. Deakins asked quietly.
"I...she...she's under stress...she couldn't have...meant..." I finally 
broke down crying harder than I ever had. I hadn't actually faced the fact that 
my mother, the one person every kid in the world is supposed to trust 
implicitly, had hit me. I felt little. I felt scared. Scared about what would 
happen to me, scared about what would happen to my mother...just scared.
Ms. Deakins' face went pale as the realization of what must have happened 
dawned on her. "I see," she said.
"She-she...didn't m-m-mean...t-to," I tried to say as I sat there and 
cried out my feelings. I wanted to deny it all, just pretend it didn't happen. 
Ms. Hunter started rubbing my back as Ms. Deakins got on the phone and called 
the police. We then waited for an officer to arrive with my crying fading to 
sniffling the only sound in the room.
Finally, when the officer arrived, I realized it was the same lady officer 
who stopped me on my way home. She seemed to recognize me too, but she didn't 
let on. As she asked me a series of questions, I was forced to recount my story 
in greater detail, actually say out loud that my mother was the one who had hit 
me and given me the black eye. The lady officer looked furious as she scribbled 
notes down. Finally, when she had my story down, the question that hadn't even 
crossed my mind in my anguish came up.
"So...what is to be done with John?" Ms. Hunter asked the officer.
The officer looked at me. "Do you have any relatives in town, honey?" she 
asked me.
I shook my head no.
She sighed and shifted her feet. "If there is no safe environment for the 
child to go," she began slowly, "then I'm afraid it may be up to Social Services 
to place the child in an appropriate temporary home until such time as one can 
be found."
My eyes widened at this. I was suddenly even more afraid of what might 
happen. Silence filled the room. Finally, Ms. Hunter spoke up.
"He can stay with me," she said.
"Claire, I'm not sure if that's - " Ms. Deakins started.
"We had a long tutoring session last night," Ms. Hunter interrupted, "and 
he stayed at my house last night with his mother's permission. If he has no 
other place to go, then I insist he come stay with me." She paused as I looked 
down at my lap again. "I was an RN before I decided to back to school to be a 
teacher, so I know how to handle any situations that might arise, and I am more 
than capable of providing the kind of care that he needs." I looked at her at 
this, fear in my eyes...what kind of care DO I need?
"What kind of care does he require?" Ms. Deakins asked, echoing my 
thoughts.
"Well..." she paused and looked at me. "I think John was wanting to keep 
it our secret, but under the circumstances..." I couldn't believe she was going 
to "...due to a severe bladder infection a few years ago, John still needs to 
wear diapers." Tears filled my eyes again as I looked away from her to Ms. 
Deakins.
Ms. Deakins gave me a sympathetic look as the officer mumbled an angry 
remark about having enough problems as it is without being beaten. "I see," she 
said. After a long pause she looked at the officer. "Is this an acceptable 
course of action, officer, for the child to stay with Ms. Hunter? He already had 
the mother's permission."
"I believe that should be alright," she nodded as she closed her notebook. 
"We'll be in touch if we need anything else. You take care, little guy," she 
said as she tipped her hat to Ms. Hunter and Ms. Deakins.
"Well," Ms. Deakins said after the officer had left the room, "I guess 
that's all that can be done for now."
"Is...is my mother going to be in trouble?" I asked in a weak voice.
"Honey...I don't think you should worry about that now," Ms. Deakins said. 
"In fact, I'm not sure if you should worry about much of anything today. After 
you see the school nurse about that eye, I'm giving Ms. Hunter and yourself the 
rest of the day off to work out whatever needs to be worked out for this 
arrangement." She scribbled a note for me give the nurse, and told me to go see 
her while she and Ms. Hunter had a brief talk. I took the note and headed out 
the door. As the door closed I heard them start talking about details.
I walked down the hall to the secretary's desk, and around the corner to 
the nurse's office. When I knocked, I heard a young voice call for me to come 
in.
I walked in to see a very beautiful 20 something young woman in a white 
dress that came to just above her knees. She had beautiful, silky, long red 
hair, a centerfold figure, and a face that must have been sculpted by God 
Himself.
"Ooo, looks like somebody got a real shiner," she greeted me as she came 
in. I would have tried to smile under other circumstances. "Let's get you taken 
care of." I watched her swaying figure with admiration as she busied herself 
with getting me a bag of ice for my eye. "Here you go," she said as she put held 
the bag of ice up to my eye. "Here," she instructed as she took my hand in hers, 
"hold this up. I know it's cold, but it'll help." As my hand went to hold up the 
bag, I realized it was the hand with the note.
"Umm...Ms. Deakins told me to give this to you," I said lamely.
She smiled as she took the note. After reading it, she looked at me, and 
then asked something I was not expecting.
"Well, next order of business, do you need a change?"

Part 8

"Umm, what - what do you m-m-mean?" I stammered, hoping that this 
beautiful, flame haired goddess didn't know.
"Honey, this note says that you have to wear diapers. School policy is 
that you have to come to the school nurse to get a change. I never thought I 
would actually see this policy come into play, but..." she quit speaking as she 
saw my eyes fill with tears. She chose her words carefully. "I mean...look, I'm 
a nurse, and I'm had a lot of experience with this. You don't have to be 
ashamed...it'll be between you and me and your teacher and principal who care 
about you." She stroked my head as I put my hands over my eyes for a couple 
minutes.
"So," she started as I wiped away the last couple of tears, "back to the 
question at hand: Do you need a change?"
"I..I don't know," I answered honestly in a ragged voice.
"Well, let's check, sweety," she said. She then proceeded to unsnap my 
overalls, and pull them down. I couldn't believe I was having my diaper checked 
by this attractive woman on the second day of school. I still couldn't believe I 
was even in diapers. I further couldn't believe what she said.
"Ooo, honey, you are soaked!" she exclaimed, pity in her voice, like one 
talks to a 3 year old. My face flushed, but new tears couldn't find their way to 
my eyes. Perhaps I was too upset or too embarrassed, or maybe I had cried enough 
that day. "Let's get you up on the examination table, honey," she instructed. I 
let her help me up onto the table.
"Lay down, Johnny," she said. "Mind if I call you, 'Johnny'?", she asked 
with a smile. How could I say no? I thought as I did as I shook my head while I 
lay down. "Okay, Johnny, lift your little buns up a little bit," she instructed 
as she untaped my diapers. She then started to wipe me down with baby wipe. 
"Johnny likes getting his diapers changed," she said with a wink. I blushed ten 
shades of red. "It's alright, sweety," she assured me, "most boys past the age 
of 12 do that when they are changed." How many boys has she diapered, I 
wondered.
"Alrighty, honey, I need you to lift up again," she instructed as she was 
unfolding a new diaper she had produced from a cabinet. I did as I was told, and 
she slid the diaper under me, and after powdering me liberally, she pulled it up 
between my legs and taped it in place.
"There you go, Johnny, all nice and dry," she smiled. "I'm so glad you're 
not fussy about all this. I've had a real problem with boys your age before. 
They never want to listen to the people who know what is best for them." How 
could anyone not want to listen to this angel? "Just for being such a good 
boy..." she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I beamed with pleasure. "Go on now, 
honey," she said. "Better get back down to Ms. Deakins' office." As I walked 
past her out the door, she patted my bottom. "Come back during the last 15 
minutes of lunch for a check," she called after me as I walked down the hall.
Ms. Hunter and Ms. Deakins were waiting for me outside of Ms. Deakins' 
office. "Well, I hope that icebag does alright for now," Ms. Deakins said as I 
came into view. "Ms. Hunter, will you please take John to his class?"
"Of course," Ms. Hunter said, grabbing me by the hand. We then walked out 
the door of the office and started walking down the hallway. We walked in 
silence for a couple of minutes until Ms. Hunter spoke up.
"Well, I can't say that I'm pleased about you trying to go home to get out 
of the diapers I put you in -"
"Ms. Hunter, plea-
"- but I'm glad that this happened. How else would we have found out about 
your home life, honey? How would anyone have known? How long has your mother 
been like this to you? One month? Two? Too long, is what I say," she said, anger 
growing in her voice. All I could do was look at the floor. Despite the bizarre 
turn of events that had occurred in the last couple of days, I knew she was 
right.
"Well, here you are, sweety," she announced as we arrived at my Pre 
Algebra class. "Remember to check in with Jenny - that's the nurse," answering 
my confused look, "and meet me at the end of the day. We won't discuss this trip 
home anymore, but you're going to have to earn back your trust with me." She 
then kissed my forehead, and headed down the hallway to her own room.
I walked into Mrs. Craig's Pre Algebra class, and gave her my pass from 
the office. One look at my fresh black eye must have made her decide to not push 
me for more answers. I took the last available seat in the room, right next to 
Amanda Meyer, one of the best looking girls in my grade. She was really cool 
too, not one of those stuck-up little snobs. She was nice to everybody until she 
had reason not to be.
"Real shiner you got there, Johnny," she whispered over to me as I sat 
down. "That jerk Mike didn't give that to you, did he? I'd beat him up if he 
ever did something like that to one of my friends." I believed she could do that 
too, being 5'11 and one of the best players on the Jr. Varsity girls basketball 
team. Most 7th grade girls have to start out on the Jr. High girls team.
"I - I'll tell you about it at lunch," I stuttered, fighting back the 
fresh tears that were wanting to touch my face. She gave me a concerned look, 
but let it go.
"Well, despite that eye, you look alright," she smiled, hoping to make me 
feel better. I blushed under her praise. "You smell good too," she said. 
"Are...are you wearing new colonge?" she asked. I shook my head no. 
"Hmm...something...something in here smells like...baby powder."

Part 9

I spent the next couple classes before lunch staying away from as many 
people as I could. I couldn't believe that Amanda had been able to smell baby 
powder. I thought I only had to worry about the crinkling sounds that my diapers 
would make, but now I knew that people could smell baby powder, too. I decided I 
would still tell Amanda what happened at lunch... everything that happened. 
Without a friend watching my back, it would be hard to keep a secret for long.
I was relieved and more nervous than I had ever been when the bell rang 
for lunch. I walked down the hall, avoiding eye contact with anyone, and trying 
to keep a look out for that asshole bully Tommy.
Before I knew it, I was falling face-first towards the floor. I didn't 
need to guess whose foot it was that tripped me. I rolled over onto my back, 
propped up on my elbows and looked up into Tommy's grinning face. Apparently my 
look out should have been better.
"Watch where you're going, John Boy," he said looking at my overalls, 
"these hallways can be a deathtrap." He high-fived a couple of his cronies as 
they laughed with him.
"I'm surprised you had enough intelligence to something so complex as trip 
me," I began. "Tell me, how is someone of your low capacity able to tell the 
difference between my feet and your feet?" He started to turn red as I 
continued, not at all sure why I was saying all this. "I mean, I think YOU 
should be careful in the future...I don't see how a dumbass like you can walk 
without tripping over his own feet all the time."
"That - is - it," he said through clenched teeth, his fists quivering at 
his sides. "I am going to kill you, you little piece of shit!"
What happened next seemed to all happen in slow motion. Tommy reached down 
and grabbed the front of my overalls. He wrapped one fist around my overalls 
bib, and drew the other fist back as he was about to introduce my front teeth to 
the back of my mouth. Just as I thought his fist was going to find it's mark on 
my face, another fist came from the side and hit Tommy in the jaw so hard that 
he let go of me and fell to the floor himself.
I looked over at Tommy and saw him rubbing his jaw and crying. We both 
looked up, and there was Amanda standing over him.
"If I ever see you beating up my friends EVER AGAIN, I will beat the crap 
out of you, you pussy dickweed!" she shouted.
"Ju-just wait till I tell-"
"Who are you going to tell, Tommy?" she continued with a smirk. "Why don't 
you go down to Ms. Deakins' office right now and tell her that while you were 
trying to beat up a kid half your size, you yourself were beat up by a GIRL!" 
That left Tommy with a confused look on his face. He finally got up with the 
help of a couple of his faithful cronies and walked down the hall.
"God, I hate him!" Amanda shouted. "Here, let me help you up, Johnny," she 
said as she extended her hand. I took her hand as she pulled me to my feet.
"Amanda...thanks for helping me back there," I began.
"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "I hate guys like that, that think 
they can beat up on whoever they want to just because they're bigger. Oh, hey, 
looks like some of your side snaps came loose on your overalls, Johnny," she 
said. Before I could think or stop her, she was re-snapping the side snaps on my 
overalls. I froze when she said, "Well, I guess that explains the smell in Pre-
Algebra this morning."

Part 10

Uhhh," was the only sound I get out of my mouth as I felt my face flushing 
the deepest shades of red that were possible for a human being to achieve 
without having one's head explode right off of one's neck.
"Johnny...why are you wearing Pampers and a onsie like my baby brother," 
Amanda asked with a little grin on her face.
"They...they're not Pampers," was the only weak reply I was able to come 
up with as my eyes started to glisten with the beginnings of tears.
"Oh, excuse me," she said in mock apology. "I didn't realize there was a 
difference when it came to diapers. Okay, why are you wearing DIAPERS and a 
onsie like my BABY brother?" she said with a smirk on her face. I looked down at 
the floor as I began to cry.
"Hey, hey, I didn't mean to upset you, bud," Amanda began, "it's just that 
you've never worn them before, at least that I could notice, and I'm just a 
little curious. Don't cry," she said sweetly as she bent down and embraced me in 
a hug. She hugged me until I was almost done crying and a teacher started 
prodding us towards the lunch room.
Amanda and I ended up having lunch together. I told her the story Ms. 
Hunter had told Ms. Deakins about my "recent problem", and I told her that when 
I had gone home to get some homework that I had forgotten, my mother had been 
drunk and given me the black eye. I didn't tell her the truth about all my 
recent events because now that I couldn't go home anymore, I didn't want to get 
Ms. Hunter in trouble because I had no place else to go. I felt trapped, so I 
felt that I had to go along with everything.
"Johnny," Amanda started as her eyes glazed over a little, "no wonder 
you're upset. I am so sorry I almost gave you a hard time back there."
"You didn't know, Amanda. It's okay," I assured her as she held my hand 
across the table. "Just don't let it get around too much. I don't want that 
idiot bully of mine having something new to use to try to upset me."
"I would NEVER tell HIM!" she practically shouted.
"I know you wouldn't tell HIM," I said in a hushed voice, "but in Jr. High 
things get around all the time. It would be bad enough if people knew my mother 
beat me, but that I now have to wear diapers, well...you're the only person not 
employed by the school who knows, Amanda. Just...PLEASE don't tell anyone, 
okay?"
"You got it, Johnny," she smiled as she grasped my hand a little tighter, 
as if to shake on it. "Don't worry about it so much, either," she said. "The 
diaper thing, I mean. I for one think that...well...that it's adorable, if you 
don't mind me saying so," she said as she blushed a little and I blushed a lot.
We spent the rest of the lunch period talking about anything that didn't 
matter, just the regular topics of conversation any jr. high kids would talk 
about. As we finished eating and parted ways, Amanda gave me one last big hug 
and kissed me on top of the head before she headed to the gym for some 
basketball. I was glad that somebody I knew and trusted knew about the things 
going on in my life.
"Perhaps I won't be a total social outcast," I thought to myself as I 
headed down the hall towards the Nurse's Office.

------

After having my diaper changed by the beautiful red-headed nurse, I 
stopped by my locker to get my Sex Ed. book, as it was my next class of the day. 
I still couldn't figure out how I kept using my diapers without realizing it 
when I had never had a problem with controlling myself until now. I was still 
pondering this when the first bell rang, letting me know I had 5 minutes to get 
to class.
I shook my head, determined to pay better attention in the future, and 
started off down the hall with my books in hand.
As I reached the door to Ms. Hunter's classroom and looked inside, I saw 
not Ms. Hunter, but a substitute teacher I remembered from 6th grade.
"John!" somebody yelled from down the hall. I turned to see Ms. Deakins 
walking towards me. "John, I meant to catch you in the office while you 
were...getting fixed up," she said carefully as more kids were starting to fill 
the hall. "Ms. Hunter is gone for the rest of the day, but she'll be back to 
pick you up after school."
"Thank you, Ms. Deakins," I politely replied. "Do you know why she had to 
go home?"
"Well, that's her personal business, but she said something about having 
some new furniture delivered." She then turned and walked back down the hall as 
I felt my face drain. She had told me last night that the...CRIB wouldn't be 
here until...TODAY.

Part 11

I found it impossible to concentrate on any of my classes for the rest of 
the day, as I contemplated my life as it was going to be for the foreseeable 
future. I realized now that there was no way out. I was going to be the baby Ms. 
Hunter had always wanted. In addition to the everyday pressures every seventh 
grader feels, I would also be hoping nobody noticed the thick diapers that Ms. 
Hunter was now making me wear to school as well.
I was grateful to have at least one friend who knew about my situation and 
didn't care. I always did like Amanda, and the support she was showing me went 
beyond what I would have figured someone of my age would be capable of. After 
all, we all wanted to feel cool at one point or another, even if that meant 
having to go with the crowd and having your laughs at someone else's expense.
After the dismissal bell rang, I went to my locker and got my homework. As 
luck would have it, Amanda stopped by my locker. We talked about how much our 
classes sucked as we walked towards the exit together. I had to stifle a chuckle 
as I saw Mike out of the corner of my eye glowering at us. His eye was almost 
swollen shut. I still love the fact that my jr. high bully got his ass kicked by 
a girl. We were talking about homework as we got outside, but I lost track of 
the conversation when I saw Ms. Hunter leaning on the side of her car waiting 
for me, a big smile on her face.
"Johnny," she called, "come on now, time to go do some homework, sweety." 
My face immediately started going beet red. Amanda just smiled.
"See you tomorrow, Johnny." She then leaned down and gave me a quick, shy 
peck on the cheek before walking to her bus. I stood there rubbing my cheek, 
watching her, until Ms. Hunter called again. My feelings immediately dropped 
back down in the pit of my stomach as I trudged toward the car.
"So how was your day, sweetheart?" she asked with a smile as she opened my 
door. On that cue, I jumped in. I would have put my seatbelt on, but she was 
already reaching across my lap for the seatbelt to strap me in properly as some 
of my peers watched pointing and laughing. Mike was among them. I made a mental 
note to tell Amanda about that tomorrow.
"Umm...it was okay, I guess," I said, trying to make small talk as she was 
insisting on babying me on some level any chance she got.
"That was Amanda Meyer who kissed you, wasn't it?" she asked with a smile 
after she had me buckled in and was getting in the driver's side. I blushed 
furiously. "She's a very pretty girl," Ms. Hunter smiled. "Is she your 
girlfriend?"
"No," I said defensively, "she's just a friend. She's a good friend, but 
she's not my girlfriend. Besides..." I paused, "...she wouldn't want to be my 
girlfriend," I said as I tear started to form in my eye.
"Oh, why do you think that, sweety?" Ms. Hunter asked in a caring, 
motherly voice.
"She...she kn-knows that I wuh wear d-d-diapers," I managed in between 
sobs.
"She made fun of you?" Ms. Hunter asked.
"Nuh no," I stammered, "b-but who would want to be the girlfriend of a 
seventh grader who still wears diapers?!" I cried.
"Well, sweety," Ms. Hunter began, "if somebody can let something like that 
get in the way of being friends or being a girlfriend, then they're not worth 
your time."
We drove the rest of the way in silence. It really angered me that Ms. 
Hunter had given me such a pat, such a cliché answer like that, as if she had 
never heard it from her parents or her teachers over and over again growing up. 
This whole situation was just another thing to make my life more complicated.
My heart sank as we finally pulled into Ms. Hunter's driveway. "Home 
again, sweety," she sang as she got out of the car. After she unbuckled me, she 
picked me up and sat me on her hip as she grabbed my backpack. She swung me back 
around her front, and put her arm under my butt to support me so that my legs 
were wrapped around her waist and my head was over her shoulder. I didn't want 
to see my new furniture.
"Okay, baby, let's go see what Aunty got for you today!" she cooed. She 
carried me through the kitchen and down the hall after dropping off my book bag 
at the door. "Aunty's real excited about this," she beamed. She carried me into 
the guest bedroom where I had napped the night before, and I could not believe 
my eyes.
In place of the double bed, there was a large white crib with a baby blue 
mattress and what looked like a locking top. In place of the chest of drawers 
there was a larger than average changing table, also with a baby blue cover, and 
little cartoon animals in diapers painted on the sides. Finally, there was a 
large white bookcase, also painted with cartoon animals in diapers, fully 
stocked with packages of diapers, baby powder, baby lotion, baby wipes, and 
everything else you could imagine.
"Welcome home, baby," she smiled. Words utterly failed me as I looked 
around the room. "Okay, let's get baby more comfortable," she cooed before 
kissing my cheek. I was in too much shock to put up any struggle as she sat me 
down on the changing table and took off all but the diaper and the onsie I had 
worn to school.
"Oh my, baby is very wet," she stated after unbuttoning my onsie. 
Apparently the onsie was a little wet too, so after she had me in fresh diapers, 
she picked out a t-shirt for me to wear. It was white and had a big teddy bear 
with a baby blue bow around his neck on the front. "Doesn't my widdle man wook 
so adorable?" she cooed when she was done.
"Ms. H - I mean...Aunty," I corrected myself, not wanting to get punished 
for not calling her 'aunty' at her house, "can I please wear something over my 
diapers?" I asked.
"Of course, sweety," she replied, much to my surprise. She then put a 
cloth diaper cover over my diapers which was white with little teddy bears all 
over it that matched the teddy bear on my shirt. I decided not to ask for 
anything else and decided I would just have to pray that nobody from school ever 
found out about any of this.

Part 12

Well, the next couple days I lived pretty much the same routine. Get up, 
get diapered and dressed by Ms. Hunter, breakfast, school, homework, dinner, Ms. 
Hunter giving me a bath, and finally bed. I still didn't like the diapers and 
baby treatment, and all Ms. Hunter did was tell me that I would get used to it 
and start to like it.
The only times I felt even close to normal was when I was at school 
hanging out with Amanda, or trying to work out an Algebra problem on the board, 
or even having my life (such at it was at that point) threatened by Mikey 
whenever Amanda wasn't around to punch him in the face again. I still smile when 
I think back on that black eye he had.
As it was, my first week of my new situation was about to come to a close, 
and I was dreading the weekend. Being treated like a baby for a few hours at a 
time in my new home was one thing, but I really wasn't looking forward to a 
whole weekend of the treatment. Amanda seemed to sense that something was up 
when I was barely touching my pizza at lunch.
"I swear, Johnny, what is wrong with you?" she asked, concern in her 
voice. "Has Mikey been picking on you again?"
"I...I'm just...nervous about that World History test next hour," I lied. 
This didn't seem to satisfy her as she gave me a 'bullshit, tell me the truth' 
look, but at least she let the subject drop. We tried to make small talk, but 
the rest of the lunch period was mostly spent in an awkward silence, Amanda 
wondering what I wouldn't tell her, and me worrying about would happen if she 
found out. I had rarely been so relieved as when the bell called everyone back 
to class. Of course, I had to make my routine stop at the Nurse's office so that 
Jenni could change my wet diaper. I still couldn't believe that I wasn't even 
noticing when I was wetting.
As I turned the corner to go to my locker in the Jr. High hall, my diaper 
giving a deafening crinkle with every step I took, I saw Ms. Hunter talking to 
Amanda at the end of the hall. Ms. Hunter seemed to be speaking to Amanda in 
hushed tones, Amanda nodding every now and then.
I hid behind my locker door, trying to make out what they were saying, but 
to no avail. Finally, they both smiled, and Ms. Hunter walked into her classroom 
as Amanda started walking down the hall towards her locker. She finally noticed 
me, and smiled and waved as she opened her locker to get her book for her next 
class. I smiled back, but couldn't help but think that something was going on.
The rest of the day went pretty...routinely. For the first time in my 
life, I didn't want the school day to end. Unfortunately, there is always a last 
bell, and as it went off this particular day, I was filled with dread about the 
weekend.
I met Ms. Hunter in her classroom after I picked up my books for the 
subjects I had homework in. Somehow my bookbag seemed to be getting heavier 
these days.
"Hi Sweety," she greeted me as she bent down and kissed my forehead, "did 
you have a good day?"
"It was okay, I guess," I said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sure my baby will better when we get him home," she cooed. Yeah, 
right. As she led me down the hall towards the parking lot, I saw Amanda again. 
She smiled and blushed as I walked by. We waved good bye to each other as she 
headed for the school bus exit.
The ride home in the car was a little quiet. Ms. Hunter asked what 
subjects I had homework in, I told her about a pop quiz, but I just wasn't very 
talkative facing the weekend.
Upon walking in the door, Ms. Hunter took me to my new nursery to check my 
diaper. It was still dry so she left it on, but immediately dressed me in a 
white onsie with baby blue trim on the sleeves. She then carried me into the 
kitchen and locked me into my highchair.
"Okay, we need to get working," she said as she put my Physical Science 
book on the tray. "Aunty has plans tonight, so we need to get your homework 
done. Plus you'll have the whole weekend to play!" she cooed as she pinched my 
cheek.
"Ummm...Ms.- er, Aunty, what do you mean plans?" I asked hesitantly.
"Aunty is going to a friend's house to play some cards, and maybe watch a 
movie. Mommies need to unwind after a busy week, sweety," she explained as she 
noticed the expression on my face.
"So...I'll have some time to myself tonight?" I asked, trying not to sound 
too hopeful, and imagining the possibilities.
"Oh, don't be silly!" she laughed. "Babies can't be by themselves! You're 
going to have a babysitter, of course." I must have gone ten shades of red as I 
felt my face flush more than I would have thought possible. "Now, let's get busy 
on your homework so that Aunty can get ready."
I tried to concentrate on my homework, but I wasn't succeeding very much. 
I couldn't believe Ms. Hunter was having somebody babysit me, somebody that 
would see me like this. I was too embarrassed to cry, too ashamed to speak, and 
too angry to believe it. 
I was finishing up with the last of my homework as Ms. Hunter walked into 
the kitchen in jeans and a Butler University sweatshirt, putting in new earrings 
as she came. "Are you done, Sweety?" she asked in a motherly tone.
"Yes...Aunty," I said without expression.
"Well, good, now let's get you down from your highchair then," she smiled. 
She unlocked the tray and picked me up, and then carried me into the living room 
and sat me down in front of the TV. No sooner had she set me down, the doorbell 
rang...and my heart jumped.
"Well, 7:25...she's a little early," Ms. Hunter said, sounding pleased. I 
watched in horror as she walked to the door. My jaw dropped as she opened the 
door and greeted my babysitter for the night...Amanda.

Part 13

I stood there in shock as Amanda, my best friend and Jr. High crush (my 
crush on Ms. Hunter had ended a while ago now that I was her baby), walked 
blushing and smiling into Ms. Hunter's house to see me in just my diapers and my 
onsie. I was too shocked to run, too shocked to cry, to shocked to really do 
anything except sit there and blush ten shades of red.
"Now Amanda," Ms. Hunter began, taking Amanda's eyes off me for the 
moment, "Johnny has finished his homework, but he hasn't eaten yet. I left money 
on top of the fridge so that you kids can order a pizza while you watch TV, but 
I want Johnny in bed no later than 10:00, understood?"
"Yes, Ms. Hunter," she replied, still smiling.
"Great. Well, you kids have a good night, and you have the number where 
I'll be if you need anything. Oh, and be sure Johnny doesn't stain his new 
onsie? Thanks!" And with that Ms. Hunter was out the door, leaving just me and 
Amanda in an awkward silence. Finally, Amanda walked over and took a seat across 
from me on the floor.
"So...what do you want to do, Johnny?" she asked with a smile.
"Umm...uma...Amanda...wha...wha...I can expl-"
"Johnny, Ms. Hunter told me everything, so don't worry about it," she said 
with a note of compassion in her voice and a look that might have been sad if 
she didn't look like she were trying to smile.
"What...what did she tell you?" I stammered, not sure I wanted to hear.
"Johnny...she told me."
"Umm...please tell me what she told you," I said getting a little nervous.
"Well..." it looked like she was trying not to cry, "she told me 
that...look your mom..." a tear was starting to come down her face, "...ever 
since..." she wiped her eye, "she told me that ever since your mother...h-h-hit 
you...you've needed to have some of your cares lifted. That's why she's treating 
you like a baby, isn't it? I mean, since you already started having a problem?"
I didn't know what to say. I was just glad that I didn't have the almost 
certain humiliation that I thought was coming. I also hadn't thought of what 
Amanda had said. Did I somehow WANT to be a baby? Deep inside, REALLY want to be 
a baby?
"Anyway," she continued, with a little sniffle and wiping her other eye, 
"I understand...my dad...well...I understand." As another tear started down her 
face, I felt my eyes start well up also. I was grateful for her friendship, sad 
for what she couldn't tell me and what I would never ask her to reveal, and 
sorry that we had something like that in common.
I suddenly crawled over to her and threw my arms around her neck, 
embracing her in a hug, and we both just broke down and cried. She carressed my 
back as I just let out all the feelings that had been building up, all the 
feelings that I didn't even know I had until somebody confronted me with them.
I finally let go of her, but she held onto me. She started to rock me in 
her arms as she tearfully smiled down at me. I will never forget that moment 
when we were both so vulnerable and open with each other. After we we were all 
cried out, we just kept smiling at each other for I don't know how long. We have 
never talked about that subject again since that night.
Later on, we found ourselves eating pizza and laughing while we watched 
"Happy Gilmore" on HBO. I suddenly found that I really had to pee. This was 
something I had not even thought about. Having Amanda as my babysitter was one 
thing, but actually having her change my diapers...that was a whole other ball 
game.
"Something wrong?" she asked as she noticed the look on my face.
"Umm...nothing," I lied with some unforeseen strain in my voice. Amanda 
suddenly smiled.
"Why are you trying to hold it?" she giggled. "You're wearing a diaper, 
why not just use it?" She had the biggest grin on her face.
"Look, having you sit here with me while Aunty - er, Ms. Hunter is away is 
one thing, but -"
"-but you're nervous about me changing you, is that it?" she asked with a 
gleam in her eye. How well she knew me. "Well, you know that if she comes home 
and finds you in a wet diaper, she'll never ask me to babysit you again, so I 
guess there's only one thing to do."
"Amanda, look -"
Before I could finish, Amanda reached over and grabbed me, pulling me onto 
her lap. I tried to struggle, but she managed to get hold of both my wrists 
behind my back.
"We're just going to have to convince you to use your diapers so that your 
caring babysitter can get you changed for bed, little man," she giggled. She 
then proceeded to tickle me everywhere. I started to writhe as I laughed, 
begging her to stop, flailing my legs, all to no avail. She just giggled and 
continued with the tickle torture. Just as I was feeling like I couldn't take 
anymore, I lost control and started to flood my diapers. Amanda noticed I wasn't 
struggling as much and put her free hand on the front of my onsie to feel my 
diaper getting heavier.
"Feels like baby is wetting his diaper," she cooed. Somehow, I liked it 
when Amanda talked to me as if I was a baby. She giggled and finally let go of 
me. I just stayed sitting her lap, exhausted.
"I...am so...going to get you...for that," I panted, as I was catching my 
breath.
"We'll see," she giggled as she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me to 
her body, and resting her chin on the top of my head. We stayed like that for 
the rest of the movie, until it ended at 9:50.
"Well, it's about bedtime, and we need to get you changed," she smiled as 
the credits started rolling. She slid me off her lap and stood up. When I stood 
up, excited about and dreading what was coming, she placed her hands on my butt 
and, with very little effort, picked me up. "Time to get baby to his nursery," 
she smiled as I looked at her in shock.
She carried me down the hall and into my nursery, where she layed me on 
the changing table. Before I knew what was going on, she had my onsie unsnapped 
and was beginning to untape my diapers.
"Amanda, I-"
"Hush, Johnny, we've got to get you changed or you'll get a bad rash. 
Believe me, my brother has had it really bad before."
"But...but..."
"No buts, Johnny," she said with irritation in her voice, "What kind of 
friend or babysitter would I be if I let you get a rash? No just relax and let 
me change you!"
Raising her voice did it. I lay still, not wanting Amanda to be angry with 
me. She finished untaping my diapers and slid them out from under me to reveal 
one of the main reasons I was nervous.
"Oh my..." she paused. "...looks like someone is really excited about 
getting a change," she smiled. I blushed in shame. "Oh, don't worry about it," 
she grinned. "All you guys at school think we don't notice when you walk down 
the hall with a book in front of your pants. What, do you think girls are 
totally naive?" I could not believe what I was hearing. She just laughed at my 
expression. "If you guys get that excited by just SEEING us at school, believe 
me, you have my permission to be excited now, okay? Now lift up, Johnny," she 
instructed me.
"I just didn't want you to be embarrassed," I said as she slid two diapers 
under me. She cut the front of the first one just like Ms. Hunter did when she 
diapers me.
"Well, I think you guys get more embarrassed than we do," she stated as 
she taped up my second diaper. My excitement was still apparent after she was 
finished diapering me. "For instance," she grinned, "if I was embarrassed, would 
I do this?"
Before I could ask, she started massaging the front of my diaper, 
squeezing every now and then. I could not believe the sensations I was 
experiencing. The slow massage, the soft, cottony inside of the diaper, it was 
all overwhelming. Before I knew it, I thought I was wetting my diaper again.
Amanda smiled as she finished the massage. "I think you should be good 
till morning," she giggled as she went over to my closet and selected a red 
sleeper for me. After getting my arms and feet in, she buttoned up the back, and 
carried me over to my crib.
"Have a good night, Johnny", she said quietly. We looked into each other's 
eyes, and before she laid me down, she kissed me goodnight on the lips. After I 
was in my crib and knowing that I would be dreaming about that kiss, she turned 
out the light and left the nursery. I remember hoping that Ms. Hunter needed a 
babysitter a lot more often.

Part 14

The rest of the weekend was not nearly as eventful as that Friday night 
that will live in my memory forever. Ms. Hunter was with me all the time for the 
rest of the weekend, but I couldn't stop thinking about Amanda. I could not 
believe that somebody my age could be so understanding and supportive, even if 
it was all based on misguided feelings due to Ms. Hunter's lies about my diaper 
wearing. Anyway, Monday morning could not come soon enough.
I awoke on Monday to Ms. Hunter lightly pinching my cheek. I opened my 
eyes to see her standing over my crib.
"Time to get up, little one," she sang as she smiled down at me. "My baby 
boy needs a bath and fresh diapers so that he is ready to go to school." With 
that, she picked me up and undressed me, threw my sopping wet diaper in the 
diaper pail, and carried me naked down the hall to the bathroom. I couldn't help 
but get aroused as I rubbed against the silky nightgown she was still wearing as 
she carried me. She made no mention of this however.
"So, are you looking forward to seeing your little friend in school today, 
honey?" she asked me once I was in the tub being washed.
"I...I guess...yes, Aunty," I stammered. I still had unusual feelings 
about Amanda now that she had been my babysitter as well as my friend. I was 
starting to become aroused again as I thought about her.
"I thought you would be excited," Ms. Hunter smiled. "She's a very pretty 
girl," she said as she started paying close attention to my privates.
"I...I..." I couldn't even talk as I thought of Amanda as Ms. Hunter 
"washed" me. It was more than I could take, and I violently ejaculated into the 
bath water.
"There we go," Ms. Hunter announced. "Now I shouldn't have to take care of 
that when I diaper you," she smiled as I blushed profusely. I really didn't like 
being diapered after I ejaculated. Looking back, I think it was because it was 
such a sexual thing, but to be infantilized so soon after was humiliating for 
me.
Ms. Hunter then dried me off and after taking me back to my nursery had me 
freshly diapered and in a powder blue onsie and some overalls. She then carried 
me out to the car and we were on our way to school.
This morning we got there just as all the buses were arriving, so I didn't 
have to wait in Ms. Hunter's room. As I walked to my locker, I was looking for 
Amanda. I was still a little nervous about seeing her since she babysat me, but 
I also couldn't wait to see her face again.
"Hey, Johnny!" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see Kay 
Williams, one of Amanda's best friends. She was a really pretty black girl who 
was on the basketball team with Amanda. She was 6'1, in the 8th grade, and she 
had nice...everything.
"Hey, how are you this morning, Kay?" I asked uncomfortably as she smiled 
down at me. I was uncomfortable because she had barely even talked to me before.
"Oh, I'm doing okay, sweetie," she smiled. "Had a lot of homework this 
weekend, but I got it done on Saturday, so I got to hang out with my friends."
"Oh...good," I said, unsure about where this was going.
"Yeah, me and Amanda got to hang out on Saturday night," she said. I 
immediately started blushing. Had Amanda told her?
"Oh...yeah?" I was getting really nervous now.
"She told me about what happened," she said, her eyes softening a bit. I 
was stunned. I could not believe that Amanda would tell another person at school 
that I was wearing diapers to school and at my new home with Ms. Hunter after 
she swore she wouldn't. I have never been more upset with anyone before.
"I just want you to know that you're not alone," she continued. This was 
where I started wondering what the hell she was talking about. I know nobody 
else at this school still wore diapers. "I just wanted to let you know that 
Students Against Child Abuse is here if you need to talk to somebody." I felt 
relief flood to every part of my body. I forgot that Kay was her grade's rep for 
SACA.
"Oh...thanks," I said, smiling a little.
"There's a smile," she said as she smiled. "I was wondering what was going 
on. You seemed pretty tense there for a minute."
"I just thought you were talking about something else," I laughed. 
"It's...it's nothing. Anyway, thanks. I might want to come to a meeting 
sometime," I lied.
"Hey, no problem, Johnny," she smiled. "I'll look forward to seeing you at 
a meeting sometime. She then bent down close to my ear and whispered, "Don't 
worry, your secret's safe with me...baby". She then kissed me on the cheek and 
gave me an affectionate pat on my diapered behind before walking down the hall 
leaving me in stunned silence.