Hello, it’s Carter again. This is my second attempt at a story. Even though I’m using myself as one of the characters again, this is a completely new story with new characters and plot line. This is fictional like my first story (Progressions and Regressions). This first chapter is filled mostly with character introductions. We’ll get more into detailed plot line in the chapters following. I love when you all share your thoughts even if it is feedback for improvement.
“Hey Carter, watch yourself you little shrimp” said Thomas shoving me out of the way as we were walking out to the playground for recess.
Thomas was one of the class bullies and he would pick on me a lot because I was scrawny and one of the smallest kid’s in my grade. I was 10 years old and finishing up the 4th grade, but if you didn’t know any better I looked like I belonged with the 1st graders.
My little brother Cody was finishing up his year in the 2nd grade. He was 8 years old and was now taller than me by at least a good 7 or 8 inches and out weighed me by about 25-30 pounds. He was overall bigger boned in comparison to my small, slender frame. It was super embarrassing when he caught up to my height about two years ago and started growing taller. At that time, he started teasing me about him being the new big brother and calling me a baby. Between my younger brother teasing me and the class bullies like Thomas, It had been a long school year and I was relieved that summer was only a week away.
I didn’t play any sports and was the nerdy type so I would be spending most of my summer playing video games inside. This was quiet the contrast to my brother Cody who was a lot more athletic and into sports. He would be at sports camp all summer. Mom tried to encourage me to go to a sports camp like Cody, but I refused to go.
I also had an older sister Caitlyn who took after my brother in being the athletic type and taller. Caitlyn was two years older than me, but was already towering over me. She had to be about a foot and a half taller than me now. I was walking by her the other day and the top of my head was only up to her sternum. She had gotten a huge growth spurt this past year. At 12 years old about to be entering middle school this upcoming year, she was also going through puberty and appeared to be maturing a lot recently in other ways as well. I looked like a little child next to her, despite us only being two and half years apart in age.
My Mom’s name was Catherine and my Dad’s name was Cal. They were also tall and athletic. My mom played D1 volleyball at the University of Texas. She is 5 feet, 11 inches tall. My Dad played football as a wide receiver at the University of Texas and is 6 feet, 3 inches tall. That is how my Mom and Dad both ultimately met many years ago through sports at the University of Texas.
Besides the similarity of all our names starting with a C, it appeared that I was the outlier of my family and different from them. I was the one person in the family who was scrawny, nerdy, and short for my age. My brother and sister were developing and appeared to be taking after my Mom and Dad’s genes being more athletic and tall.
Shortly after graduating college, my Mom and Dad got married. My Mom went on to pursue a career in journalism and my Dad went on to pursue a career in coaching. He worked his way up through the years and was now the wide receivers coach for the Dallas Cowboys. As a result of his important position he was a very busy man, especially during season.
During the years when my brother Cody and I were younger, my Dad would occasionally set me aside saying that as the oldest brother, I needed to be a role model for Cody as the man of the house when we get older.
However in the past year or two as my brother Cody continued to grow, my Dad seemed to be getting along better with him. My Dad kept telling me that I needed to toughen up like Cody and my sister Caitlyn and get out and be more active. I was the confusing child to him in my timid, shy, introverted ways and my disinterest in sports.
As we all got older, my mom continued to pursue her career in journalism. It helped that her company offered her the flexibility to work from home, otherwise things would have been a lot more challenging for her raising 3 kids and working full time.
It wasn’t until my mom became pregnant again and had her 4th kid that she decided she was going to retire. This was just over 3 years ago that we welcomed our baby sister Claire into the world.
My sister, brother, and myself were excited to have another sibling. We all did our best to help mom with Claire, especially Caitlyn being the oldest.
Now that my baby sister Claire was 3 years old, it was getting easier. Well she wasn’t really a baby anymore besides her still wearing diapers full time. She looked like a full-grown toddler now.
Mom tried to start potty-training her two months ago after her 3rd birthday with no luck and decided she was going to wait a little longer and try again soon.
Secretly I was happy that Claire’s potty-training was delayed and that she was still in diapers.
During this past year I would watch closely as mom or occasionally my sister Caitlyn would change Claire’s diapers. I kept having these thoughts thinking I would love to know what it feels like to wear a diaper again. I longed for my days as a baby wearing diapers where I didn’t have to worry about anything.
I think I kept having these baby thoughts because it was a way of distracting myself from having to worry about getting teased and picked on at school from the class bullies and even my younger brother now for my size.
I knew that my little sister Claire was bound to get potty-trained soon, so I needed to find a way to sneak into her room and steal one of her diapers. If I didn’t do it now I may not get the opportunity to know what it feels like to wear a diaper again.
School was going to be let out for summer next week. I was thinking perfect, I will be home all day and will have more time to sneak one or two of Claire’s diapers into my room. Cody and I shared a room, but he would also be leaving for sports camp that first weekend for the entire summer with friends so this is my opportunity.