Accident



When I was six years old, I had a bad accident in the playground.  I
fell off of a piece of climbing equipment for older children called
"monkey bars" and struck my head.  This resulted in my being
hospitalized for a few days but fortunately left me with no permanent
injury.  However, after being released from the hospital, I began to
suffer from two difficulties:  occasional dizzy spells with loss of
balance, and more serious to me, loss of control of wetting.

These two problems lingered on, and the wetting became worse.  I was
wetting the bed sometimes two or three times a night and having many
accidents during the day in my pants.  My mother was loosing her
patients with me and was even more angry because I had been forbidden
from using the monkey bars in the first place.  She would scold me
whenever I wet the bed or my pants, but I just couldn't control myself.
I had ruined a mattress and my mother was doing laundry every day.  I
was a very sensitive boy and would cry whenever anyone scolded me.
After this went on for nearly two weeks my mother took me to the doctor
in town to find out what was wrong with me.  The doctor examined me and
had me take some tests.  She phoned my mother with the results and said
that the dizziness should diminish over time by itself but that in her
opinion the wetting problem should be addressed because I had
apparently lost my ability to control myself, whether it was
psychological or not.  Unbeknownst to me, she had told my mother that
in the way some people have to be taught to speak after an accident, I
would have to be trained to control myself like I was an infant again!
She had added that it would not be practical for me to be sent to
school which began in a few days as it was the end of summer, but
rather I should be potty trained which would require a lot of attention
and could take months!  The doctor added that I should probably be put
back in diapers to help with the training!  My mother understood that
this must be done, but she could not stay home with me as she had to
work in the school cafeteria in a few days, as it was the only income
we had.  That night my mother spoke to my Aunt Jane who lived several
hours away and asked her if she could take care of me for a while and
deal with my wetting problem.  My aunt said that she'd be glad to help,
and told my mother to bring me to her house right away.  The next day
my mother put me in the car, telling me only that I would be staying
with my aunt for a while.  I remember thinking it odd that she hadn't
packed any of my clothes for the trip.  I asked her why, but she didn't
answer.  It was a long ride and we stopped several times to use the
restrooms.  However, when we were almost there, an urge to pee came
over me and I told my mother to stop so I could pee.  She said that
there was no place to pull over and I should just hold it in as we were
almost there.  Unfortunately, before I knew what was happening, I peed
all over myself and the car seat.  My mother became furious and said we
had been only five minutes from my aunt's house.  I sat there crying as
we pulled up to aunt Jane's.  I didn't want my aunt or my cousins to
see me with my clothes all wet.  However, my mother took hold of my
hand and pulled me to the door.  When my aunt answered the door, my
mother told her that her "little baby" had just wet all over in the car
and needed to be bathed and changed right away.  Aunt Jane looked at me
and giggled as she lead us to the bathroom.  The two women stripped off
all my clothes including my wet pants and underwear and drew a bath for
me.  I was quite shy and was scared by this.  I was bathed and then
dried off and wrapped in a towel.  Aunt Jane then lead us to a room
that had a lot of baby furniture and decorations in it and said that it
used to be my cousins' baby room, but that I would be staying there
now.  I asked why but, received no answer.  My aunt lifted me onto a
table and remarked about how tiny I was for my age, adding that she
thought the clothes would fit me.  My mother said she hoped so.  The
next thing I knew was that the women were wiping me down with baby oil
and powder.  They turned me over and did the other side.  I whined that
I didn't need that, but they just said to be quiet.  Then I saw what
appeared to be several diapers in my mothers hand, and she said
something about me being a heavy wetter.  At that point I knew what
they had in mind and I protested vehemently, but they just ignored me
as my mother went ahead and pinned the diapers on me!  As I started
crying again, my aunt held out a pair of pink baby panties with lacy
ruffles on the seat and leg openings.  I begged them not to make me
wear these but I was threatened with a spanking if I didn't be still.
She slid them up my legs and over my diapers and they remarked about
how well they fit me.  I was wailing heavily now but the women just
upset me further by laughing and talking to me with baby talk.  Some
anklets with ruffles were put on my feet as I continued weeping and
pleading with them not to make me wear baby girl's clothes.  I couldn't
believe my shame as my aunt held out a frilly petticoat and short pink
baby dress with lace and puffy sleeves that they were going to put me
in next.  I tried to stop them from making me wear these, and my mother
became angry and turned me over and slapped me several times on my
diapered bottom.  It made more noise than hurt, but it reminded me I
couldn't resist them.  I sat there helplessly as they put the petticoat
and dress on me.  Some small mary jane shoes went on my feet.  My aunt
fastened some barrettes in my long hair.  When they were finally
finished, my mother exclaimed that my cousin Cindy's baby clothes fit
me perfectly, and that was fortunate since they couldn't afford to buy
me baby clothes of my own.  (My mother had donated my things to charity
a while back.)  As I sat there feeling totally mortified, my mother
carried me over to a mirror to show me how I looked like a "pretty two
year old girl" and to tease me further by calling me "Susan" instead of
my real name.  She explained that I would not be going to school, that
I would be staying with my aunt for several months until I learned to
control my wetting and my bad behavior.  She went on that I would be
treated as a baby girl and would not be climbing any monkey bars but
instead would play with dolls to help calm me down.  She added that I
would do exactly as my aunt said or else Aunt Jane would spank me very
hard.  I tearfully agreed as there was nothing else I could do.  My
mother then carried me over to a playpen and sat me down inside.  She
told me to stay there quietly as she and aunt Jane were going to have
tea.  Aunt Jane smiled and placed some dolls in the playpen for me.

When the women left, I was feeling so ashamed and embarrassed I didn't
know what to do.  I decided to try to climb out of the playpen and find
the clothes that I had worn to aunt Jane's house.  I was almost able to
get over the railing but I lost my balance and fell off with a thud.
It hurt and I started crying.  The women came running in and my mother
was very angry that I tried to climb out of the playpen, but she
thought I might be hurt so she stopped yelling and comforted me like a
baby.  They spoke baby talk to me and cuddled me.  Aunt Jane told me to
be a good girl and asked me if I wanted anything.  I stopped sobbing
and requested some soda pop.  A short time later the women returned.
My mother had a baby bottle in her hand and held it out to me!  I told
her I asked for some soda pop, not that!  She replied, "Babies don't
drink soda, Susie, they drink milk." I refused to drink it but my
mother insisted, saying that I hadn't eaten any lunch and aunt Jane
went to a lot of trouble heating it for me.  I screamed that I didn't
want it but my mother became annoyed, picked me up from the playpen and
carried me out to the living room, saying that since I was acting like
a two year old I would be treated like one.  While my aunt giggled, my
mother sat me on her lap and stuck the nipple in my mouth and ordered
me to drink it all down or else I would be spanked.  I felt so bad, but
I had no choice, so I drank it.  Just then my two cousins arrived home!
Jennifer was sixteen and Cindy was six, but she was much bigger than
me.  Jennifer exclaimed, "What a pretty baby!" "Whose is she?" My aunt
and my mother laughed and told her it was me, her cousin, and why I was
dressed like a baby.  My cousins laughed hysterically, but my aunt told
them to get used to it as I would be staying with them for some time.
The girls wanted to hold me and play with me but my mother said later
as she was giving me my bottle now.  The girls kept laughing and then
got some lunch in the kitchen.  After I finished the bottle, my mother
burped me.  She was pleased, and she and Aunt Jane praised me in baby
talk.  I was then returned to the playpen in the other room.

I sat there for a few minutes and felt an urge to pee.  I was really
frightened and didn't know what to do.  Suddenly, my diaper became
soaked with warm pee pee.  I was much too embarrassed to call my mother
or aunt, so I just sat there feeling very wet.  A short time later my
cousins Jennifer and Cindy came in my room.  They said that my mother
told them to call me "Baby Susie" and that they could play with me.  I
told them I didn't want to play, but Jennifer reached in and picked me
up out of the playpen.  In doing so, she notice that my diapers seemed
heavy and asked me if I had wet myself.  I was so embarrassed, I
insisted that I had not.  Jennifer said, "Let's see about that," and
she pulled down my baby panties and felt the soggy diapers.  She then
told Cindy to tell my mother and their mom that "Baby Susie needs
changing." I felt so scared as my mother and aunt came in but they were
both smiling and cooing at me in baby talk.  Jennifer and Cindy
volunteered to change me, but I pleaded with my mother not to let them.
My mother looked at my red face and giggled, asking me who I wanted to
change my diapers.  I pleaded, "You mommy." She said okay, and turning
to the girls said, "Baby Susie is still a little shy, but maybe next
time." She and my aunt were about to start but I asked for the girls
not to watch.  So Aunt Jane thanked my cousins for helping and told
them to go to the other room.  My mother then put me on the table and
she and my aunt removed my wet diapers, wiped me down, put on fresh
lotion and powder, pinned on new diapers, and pulled a fresh pair of
ruffly baby panties on me.  My mother then said, "Baby Susie looks very
tired, she needs a nap." I told her that I wasn't tired, but my aunt
chimed in that, "all babies need their nap naps." With that, my mother
carried me over to a deep crib.  I saw that it had sheets with circus
animals printed on them and a satiny blanket with lace.  She laid me
inside and pulled the bars up into place, telling me that this is where
I would be taking my naps and sleeping and not to ever try to climb out
or I would be get a spanking.  They left the room and I laid there for
a long time but couldn't fall asleep.  My mother later returned and
asked if I had napped.  I said yes, and she took me out of the crib and
carried me into the living room were Cindy was playing with a doll
house.  My mother put me next to her and told me to play.  Cindy was
very happy to have a new playmate and showed me her dolls and doll
house.  Shortly thereafter, it was dinner time.  I was called into the
dinning room and waddled over to a chair.  My aunt Jane said, "Oh no
honey, that's not a baby's chair." She then pointed to a highchair at
the other side of the table and said, "There is where you will sit." I
objected, but my mother told me to behave, picked me up, and sat me in
the highchair, snapping the tray into place.  My aunt put a bib on me
so that I wouldn't get food on my dress.  I looked very embarrassed
sitting there and everyone stared at me and laughed.  Cindy made note
of the fact that my short dress didn't fully cover my panties, and
everyone laughed even more.  My aunt took a small portion of the food
for me and cut it up very small, and offered to feed it to me.  I
wasn't cooperating well enough and my mother became annoyed and said,
"It looks like she needs her bottle, and asked my aunt to get the one I
used earlier.  I was then given a bottle of apple juice and my aunt and
mother spoon fed me while talking to me in baby talk.  I was so
humiliated but they forced me to drink and eat all the food.  Jennifer
and Cindy watched and giggled.  Afterwards I was praised and given a
cookie, and taken down from the highchair.  Afterwards, I was sitting
on the couch with Cindy and Jennifer watching TV while they tickled me
and played with me.  I felt very strange as my satiny dress and baby
panties slid over the plastic slipcovers.  Then my mother announced it
was "Baby's bedtime." I was confused at first and thought she meant
Cindy as it was only 7:30 p.m.  and I went to bed later than that.  My
mother said, "No silly, you're the only infant here, and infants go to
bed very early, so don't give me a hard time." With that, she carried
me to my room.  She undressed me to my baby pants and asked me if a
needed to be changed.  I said no, but she felt my bottom for a "load"
and then stuck her finger under one of my leg openings to see if I was
wet.  She said I was still dry.  My aunt handed her a frilly baby
nightie for me to wear, and I held up my hands as it was pulled over
me.  I was then lowered into my crib and tucked in for the night with a
teddy bear.  Jennifer came in with a baby book and asked if she could
read me a beddie bye story.  My mother said what a nice idea, and my
cousin proceeded to read me some of "Little Red Riding Hood." When
finished, she kissed me and left the room.  A short while latter I
couldn't help but soak my diapers again.  I had lain there drenched for
some time when my mother appeared in her nightgown.  Without saying
anything, she came over and put her finger under a leg opening of my
baby panties and felt the wetness.  She said, "That's a good baby,"
picked me up, and carried me over to the changing table and gave me a
complete changing while talking softly in baby talk.  I was returned to
my crib and tucked in.  Being so tired from the day's events, I fell
asleep.The next morning I awoke having forgotten where I was for a
moment.  All I saw were bars around me and then it quickly came back to
me.  I was also soaking wet!  A while later my mother and aunt appeared
in the door and saw that I was awake.  My mother said, "Good morning
baby Susie," and came over to check my baby panties.  She announced
that I was soaking wet, and carried me to the changing table.  This
time, however, after my diapers were removed, I wasn't put in new ones
right away.  Instead I was lead to the other side of the room where
there was a potty chair.  My mother sat me naked on the seat and
fastened its belt buckle around my waist to hold me in place.  I said I
didn't want to sit there but was told that I would remain there until I
did "one" and "two." I pleaded for them to let me off, but they just
walked out leaving the door open behind them.  I asked them to shut it
but my aunt said it had to stay open so that they knew I was okay.  A
few minutes later Cindy appeared in the doorway and stared at me.  She
started laughing and called her sister Jennifer to come and see "Baby
Susie sitting on the potty chair." Both girls howled with laughter, but
stopped when I began to cry.  My aunt came and shooed them away.  My
aunt praised me for doing one and two, and then called my mother.
Next, I was given a bath.  Then women then took me back to my room,
diapered me, and picked out the day's clothes.  I was put in lacy
yellow dress with petticoat, matching baby panties with lots of
ruffles, lacy socks and marry jane shoes.  Yellow ribbon was put in my
hair.  I took note of how the dress was as short as the one I wore the
day before and complained that everyone could see underneath and tell
I'm wearing diapers.  My mother said I needn't be concerned over that
as it was the style for "baby girls" and was cute.  She then remarked
how nice the outfit looked and how pretty and fresh I smelled, just
like an infant.

As my mother was leaving later that day it was decided that we would
all go out for breakfast.  I certainly didn't want to leave the house,
and I wasn't moving quickly enough so my mother asked Jennifer to carry
me out and make me sit on her lap in the car, which she was very happy
to do.  I was forced to go with them to a restaurant in town.  While
sitting in the back of the car on Jennifer's lap, she and Cindy kept
pulling up my short dress above my waist and laughing, as it further
exposed my bulging baby panties and diapers underneath.  I protested
but my mother an aunt thought it was funny, and laughed too.  We
arrived at the restaurant and Jennifer carried me in.  The waitress led
us to a big table by the window.  Jennifer put me down and everyone
took a seat.  I was waddling around looking for an empty seat when the
waitress called to me from behind.  I turned around and saw she had
brought over a highchair.  She smiled and using baby talk said that she
had a special chair just for me.  My mother looked on cheerfully as the
waitress picked me up and sat me in the highchair while complimenting
me on how pretty I was.  She then went off and returned with a baby bib
and fastened it around my neck, saying "that's a good girl." I was so
humiliated.  The waitress then brought juice for everyone and without
paying attention set a glass on the tray of my highchair.  Somehow, I
accidentally knocked it over, spilling it onto the floor, and my mother
scolded me.  The waitress apologized for leaving it there saying she
wasn't thinking.  She added that there might be a bottle in the
kitchen.  My mother said, "Oh, that's okay, I came prepared," and
opened the baby bag she had taken with her.  She took out the bottle
from my aunt's house and gave it to the waitress who went and filled it
with juice.  She brought it to me with a big smile on her face.  When I
didn't take it from her right away, the waitress stuck it up to my lips
and told me to be a good girl.  My mother said, "Go ahead, Susie, you
don't want me to redden your bottom, do you." With that, I drank the
juice, making the waitress and my mother happy.  I was ordered a small
portion from the children's menu and my mother helped feed it to me.
People kept looking in through the window and smiling as they walked
by, and I though that they were staring at me.  I blushed and everyone
thought this was so cute.  After we finished eating, I was let down
from the highchair and the waitress praised me for being "Such a good
girl.  "We got back into the car, but instead of going home we went to
the supermarket, as my mother wanted to buy a few "supplies" to leave
with my aunt.  Cindy and Jennifer roamed around the store but I was
made to sit in the baby's seat of the shopping cart "so I wouldn't get
lost." My mother and aunt pushed me around the store as they selected
baby lotion, oil, and powder and some extra diapers.  My mother picked
out a pacifier and told my aunt that it might help calm me.  As we were
leaving, a lady with a little girl commented on how pretty I was and
asked how old I was.  I felt so shy I just kept my head down.  My
mother replied that I was in the "terrible two's" and the lady smiled
and said that she had just gone through that with her daughter and
wished my mother good luck.

After we got home it was soon time for my mother to leave.  I begged
her not to leave me there but she said she had to and that she would
try to visit soon.  I started crying and she held me and told me to
open my mouth.  She put in the pacifier and told me to suck on it.  She
cradled me, and she and my aunt tried to console me in baby talk.  It
seemed that everyone was beginning to think that I really was a
two)year)old, and couldn't help treating me that way.  My mother left,
and the rest of the day went like the one before.  The next morning,
after potty training, bathing, and diapering me, my aunt Jane dressed
me in a soft white baby blouse with red polka dots and a wide but short
red skirt and baby slip.  She said that it was rather cool today and
that I should wear tights.  She had me hold my legs up and she slid a
pair of white tights up over my clean baby panties.  The mary jane
shoes followed.  The girls were to return to school that day and after
breakfast aunt Jane had them kiss her and "baby Susie" goodbye.  I
really did feel like a baby as they went to school and I stayed behind
with Aunt Jane.  Aunt Jane said that she was very happy to have "a new
baby in the house to take care of." She then gave me some dolls to play
with and told me from now on to try to start holding in my pee pee as
long as possible.  She was worried that I might fall down the stairs or
something so she put me in the playpen whenever she was busy cleaning
and couldn't watch me.  She would come in and check my diapers
periodically.  This routine went on for some time, and I grew
accustomed to it.

Cindy's baby clothes were quite a collection as I found out.  There
were numerous short dresses, skirts, petticoats, slips, bonnets, rumba
panties, etc.  One outfit consisted of a large blouse with matching
bloomers to go over the baby panties, which I wore once, and it was the
closest I ever got to wearing boys' clothes the whole time I was there.
My aunt took great delight in making me look as pretty and feminine as
possible.  She even painted my little fingernails and put rouge on my
cheeks.  She forced me to play with dolls and play house and other
girls' games with Cindy.  One time I spilled ice cream on my dress and
I was made to sit in the corner with my pacifier in my mouth and not
say anything for over an hour.  But most of the time I was treated
well.

However, on the nights aunt Jane went out, I had to have Jennifer
change me, and she would let Cindy help her, and they would sometimes
tease me.  On Saturday, aunt Jane went out, and Jennifer was put in
charge of me.  She and Cindy were in a very playful mood, and after
changing me, they put me in a short newborn's gown.  They added a
bonnet on my head and put a pacifier in my mouth.  Jennifer grabbed me
and put me in a baby carriage, telling me that I had better behave or
else I would be spanked.  Then they rolled me outside for a stroll,
introducing me along the way to friends and passersby as their baby
cousin, "Susie." They had a lot of fun, but I felt so humiliated.  Aunt
Jane took me out a lot during the day, and she would sometimes push me
around in a stroller.  She told everyone I was her baby niece.

After quite some time, my wetting became better and I was allowed to
wear training panties during the daytime, but if I had an accident and
wet them, I was immediately put back in diapers for punishment.  After
many months of "training," my mother took me home.  My aunt gave her my
cousin's baby clothes which she did use on me for a few setbacks that
occurred.
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