I was thirteen years old, in seventh grade, and my parents were going to spend two weeks in the Bahamas, so they sent me to my grandma’s friend’s house, because my grandma couldn’t take care of somebody and we trusted her friend very much, although I had never met her. I tried to explain that I didn’t need to be watched, but it was no use.
My parents dropped me off and left, heading for the Bahamas. I realized I had forgotten my suitcase in the car.
“Wait! Mom! Dad!” I sprinted out of the front door, trying to catch their attention, but they were too far.
“Juliet, honey, come inside.” My grandma’s friend called me in. “I bet I can find some things for you to wear.”
I looked back at her and walked inside. “Thanks, uh… What should I call you?”
“You can call me Nanny if you want.” She replied with a warm smile. Then she looked me up and down, peering at my revealing short shorts and crop top.
“Um, dear. I know you’re a big girl and I respect your decisions, but,” she began, “do you think you could change into something a little more… Appropriate?”
Not wanting to upset her, I replied, “Of course, but, I don’t have any clothes. Remember?” She smiled again and patted my back. “That’s alright. I have some things. Would you like to have a bath? It’s 8:00 already.”
The reason I had gotten there so late is because my parents wanted to drive overnight so they could reach their hotel in the morning. I decided it would be a good idea to get washed up. “Sure, thanks.”
“I’ll start the water for you. Follow me.”
I followed Nanny upstairs into the bathroom. It was very childish, with duck wallpaper and a light pink wall color. She turned the knob on the bathtub and adjusted the temperature.
“Go ahead and get undressed. I promise, I don’t mind.”
Blushing, I took off my shorts and top, and put them in the hamper. I removed my socks, bra, and, reluctantly, my underwear. Then I sat in the tub.
I thought she would go away now, but she squirted some baby shampoo on her hand and massaged it into my hair.
“Like I said, I don’t mind.” She cut me off. Then she filled a cup with water, poured it over my head, and rinsed out the shampoo.
Next she took a washcloth, rubbed some soap on, and massaged it over my breasts, stomach, and crotch. I didn’t say anything, but it was incredibly awkward. For me, anyway.
She rinsed the soap off, smiling, and lifted me out of the tub. Then she started to dry me off with a light blue fluffy towel.
“I can dry myself.” I insisted, but she did it anyway. Then she left for a moment after saying, “I’ll go get your clothes. Stay here.”
I waited for a minute or two, then she came back with something pink and something white. The pink thing was a shirt, she pulled it over my head.
“Lay down.” She ordered.
“Oh, I can dress myself. Especially underwear.” I said. She chuckled. “No, this is something I must do.” Strangely, she powdered my crotch and upper thighs with baby powder. I figured it was just so I didn’t get overheated in the night, it was, after all, pretty hot in her home.
Then she lifted my legs over my head and slid something underneath me. She placed my butt down on it. It was crinkly, like a pad or something. She pulled it between my legs and taped something. Then she pulled me to my feet. That’s when I noticed what it was.
A diaper. I was wearing a disposable diaper! Sweat beaded at the back of my neck. It forced my legs apart and crinkled loudly with every movement. It looked like it was made for babies, but it fit me.
“Nanny? Please get me out! I think you have me mistaken.” I panicked.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
“I’m in a diaper!” Tears spilled down my cheeks. I wanted OUT.
“Oh, yes! I am your BABYsitter, after all.” She laughed, then grabbed me by my rest and pulled me into a room.
I looked around. A changing table, a crib, a closet and a rocking chair. All looking the sized that would fit someone… My age.
“Who-who’s room is this?” I asked, taking deep breaths.
“Yours, of course.”
I sprinted down the stairs and tried to open the front door. It was locked. I flipped the lock and pulled it open. Then I slammed it shut.
I couldn’t go outside in a diaper!
“Baby, why can’t you just do what you’re told?” Nanny asked, coming up behind me.
“B-because you’re crazy!” I shouted back.
She ignored my comment, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my upstairs. She laid me in the crib.
“Good girl,” she smiled. Then she grabbed my wrists and ankles, and tied them to the bars. She left the door open and a nightlight in the hallway, but it’s not like I could’ve gotten out. It was a very uncomfortable night.
Eventually I went to sleep, tried to wake up wearing normal clothes in a normal house.
When I woke up, I was still in the nursery, and my Nanny was above me.
“Good morning, baby!” She greeted with a smile, untying my ropes. She (somehow) lifted me out of the crib and carried me downstairs. At the breakfast table, in place of one of the chairs, was a high chair. I hoped it wasn’t for me. But it was.
Nanny strapped me into the high chair and force fed me some weird mush I assumed was mashed carrots.
“Time for your laxative, to make sure baby gets rid of her waste!” She sang. She poured powder I assumed was the laxative into the leftover carrots and fed them to me. I tried not to open my mouth but the spoon forced it open.
She took me out of the high chair and placed me in front of the TV.
“Nanny please. Can I please go without a diaper? You know I don’t need them!” I pleaded. She rolled her eyes and said, “I suppose so… But any accidents and you’re back in diapers!” I cheered inside as she untaped the diaper. She left me on the floor naked for a few minutes but then came back with a pair of underwear. They were normal panties, luckily. She pulled them up snugly and said, “There you go. Big girl panties. You can just relax in front of the TV, dear.”
She left for her room upstairs, and happily I watched the show that was on. But ten minute later, my stomach started cramping up.
I let out a few farts, none that were wet, luckily, trying to get rid of the cramps. But they stayed. I couldn’t hold it much longer and if I waited I would have to be back in diapers. I sprinted upstairs to the bathroom but it was locked. I wiggled the knob.
“Just a minute, dear!” My Nanny called from inside the bathroom. “Okay! But I really have to go!” I shouted back. I clenched my butt cheeks together to hold the poop. A few minutes passed and I knocked on the door again. The poop was ready to fall out.
“Nanny! Hurry up please!”
“I’m almost done.”
I couldn’t hold it in time. The laxative did its magic and poop spilled into the panties. They filled up the front and the back, and poop spilled down my legs forming a poop pile on the floor. My panties sagged. I started to bawl.
Nanny walked out and laughed at the sight.
“Wow, you really are a baby, aren’t you? Guess it’s diapers for Baby Juliet then!”
“No! Nanny please! It was the laxative! Don’t make me wear diapers!”
She ignored me and carried me to the changing table. She took off my messed panties and set them next to my face on the table after taunting me with them. I turned the other way. The scent was right in my face.
Then she took a baby wipe and cleaned up my legs. She threw it away and took a fresh one, and cleaned out my anus. With another fresh one, she cleaned up my vagina, sticking her finger into me and making me gasp. With a chuckle, she powdered me again.
“Okay Baby, I’ll give you a choice.” She said. “You can either wear your diaper like a good baby, or put on panties.”
What kind of choice was that? Of course I hollered “panties!”.
“Okay baby! Stand up.”
I did as told. Then she took the dirty ones that I had just messed with poop and slid them up my legs. She squished the poop around.
“Now, isn’t this better than a diaper?” She asked sarcastically. I looked down. The poop was squished everywhere, and the smell was horrible.
“I guess you won’t mind if we go out then.” She said. “I mean, the smell is bad and everyone can clearly see your mess, and you wouldn’t get any pants. Everybody would know how much of a dirty, messy, poopy-pants BABY you are.”
I shook my head frantically. “No, no! Please! This isn’t fair! This is disgusting!” Some of the poop slopped to the floor.
“I guess you want diapers then.”
I cried some more. “NO! Please!”
“Well, you don’t want these nasty panties.” She said. I shook my head. “Diapers it is then.” Nanny lifted me back onto the changing table, cleaned me up, and lifted my butt from the table. She slid two diapers my size underneath me. “In case you have any other accidents.” She said.
She taped one, and then the other. Then she took my shirt off, lightly flicked one of my breasts, and pulled another shirt over my head. It didn’t cover the diaper at all, and when I looked in the mirror, it said, “I need a change!” Tears fell from my eyes. How could this have happened?
“You thirsty?” She asked. I shrugged, then nodded. She sat on the rocking chair and gestured me over. She patted her lap for me to sit on it. Reluctantly I did.
Then she lifted her shirt and put it on the ground. She unhooked her sweaty bra, and took it off, revealing her saggy, old woman breasts.
“Will you hold this, dear?” She placed the sweaty bra on my head and laughed at my appearance. I blushed.
“Okay, baby. Open wide.”
Not knowing what to expect, I did as told and opened my mouth. She lifted one of her breasts and placed the nipples into my mouth. I spit it out.
“Ah!” I shouted. “Gross! I’m not thirsty!”
“Nonsense! Babies need drinks.” She grabbed my head and shoved it into her breasts, then stuck one of her nipples into my mouth. I had no choice but to suck the sour milk. When she decided I was finished, she released my mouth and took my off her lap.
She put her top back on and led me downstairs. “Alright baby, I don’t want you to be bored so we’re going down the street to the park.”
I shook my head. “No! No please! I can’t go out like this!” My cheeks turned a bright red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a normal thing for babies.” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the garage.
“But I’m not a b-”
She pushed me into a stroller and strapped me in.
“Alright baby, let’s go!” She cheered. I couldn’t refuse. She pushed me down the street, as people stared, pointed and laughed. At the park, she set me in the sandbox with two other babies.
“Mommy, what’s that teenager doing with a diaper?” I heard a little girl ask behind me. Her mother replied, “She’s Just a big baby.”
“Does she use them?”
“Yes, she does, like a good baby girl.” Nanny chimed in. There were murmurs and laughs.
“Wow, what a baby.”
“I’m not a baby! This wasn’t my–” I stood up and shouted, only to be cut off.
“Bad girl!” Nanny said. “Don’t be rude! You need to be taught a lesson! Come here right now, Missy!” Not wanted to start any trouble, I walked closer.
By now we had the attention of everyone in the park. “First, baby, go pee!” She said. I shook my head. “Not in a diaper.”
“If that’s how you’re going to be, baby, then sit on my lap.”
She Bent me over and pulled down my diaper, and spanked me like a two year old in front of her neighbors. There were multiple chuckles.
“Go potty! Now!” She ordered. Tears streamed down my face. I forced it out, not wanting to be spanked again. Pee filled up the diaper.
“Good baby! Peeing like the baby she is!” Nanny smiled. The crowd laughed. “We better get baby changed!”
She laid down three fresh, babyish diapers on the ground, pulled mine off, and laid my butt on the diapers. My privates were revealed to everyone looking.
“Okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” Nanny wiped down my private area, then taped on the three diapers, all with me crying. She playfully smacked my diapered butt.
“Good baby.” She said.
This was going to be a long two weeks.