POTTY TRAINING – Part 1 

By Moe 


I can’t believe I am sitting on a potty-chair in the middle of the bathroom! Sitting right next to me is the empty potty-chair belonging to my little sister Elizabeth who is just over 3 years old. I have been sitting on my potty for over ten minutes and am waiting for Mommy to come and release me. There is a strap around my chest so I can’t get up until she releases the strap in the back of the chair well out of my reach. My diapers and vinyl pants are bunched up around my ankles. I should mention that my name is Raymond and I am 12 years old. I don’t know how long I will be in potty training. Liz (which is what everybody calls Elizabeth) and I have been in “training” for a week now. 

This whole mess started three weeks ago when Mom and Dad decided that Liz was old enough to start potty training. Liz is a very independent minded little girl and she really did not want to give up her diapers. After a lot of persuasion and some tears, Mom finally got Liz to sit on her new potty-chair. After about a minute, she was ready to get up and play since she had no idea what she was supposed to do there. Being strapped into the potty-chair, she could not get up and started crying very loudly. With a lot of cajoling and soothing talk, Mom was just starting to get Liz to quiet down again. She tried to explain that she should try and make tinkle in her potty. 

I had been outside playing with my best friend Tommy since it was the start of summer vacation and came into the house for some water. I walked into the bathroom to find Mom hovering over a disconsolate Liz sitting in her tiny potty-chair. The scene caught me by surprise and I started laughing uncontrollably. To make matters worse I started calling my sister “Potty Baby” and other names. Needless to say, that really got Liz to start screaming and crying and there was nothing Mom could do to make her stop. Finally Mom gave up and removed Liz from her hated potty-chair. 

“Well young man, you have really done it this time! I have had a devil of a time to get Liz to try out her new potty-chair and now you’ve made it impossible. She will never go on it again. Just wait until your Dad gets home tonight. You are going to be one sorry kid – I can promise you that!” Mom pulled Liz’s diapers back up and quickly carried her out of the bathroom. 

I knew I was in trouble. I hadn’t seen Mom so mad in a long time. I didn’t look forward to Dad coming home since I was pretty sure I was going to get the spanking of my life. I had not been spanked in a while but when it did happen, it was really painful. The rest of the day went slowly with Mom barely speaking to me. 

Around six that night, Dad came home and Mom quickly pulled him aside and told him what happened. They continued talking for a long time I thought. How long does it take to tell the story of what happened? I was expecting Dad to storm into the living room where I was watching TV and start yelling at me and then pull me over his lap. I was really surprised when he walked in rather calmly and told me to turn the TV off since we needed to talk. He then started to explain, “You know how difficult it is to potty-train little toddlers. Liz is at the right age to start toilet training, Mom and I feel. Instead of helping us, you have gone and made it really hard with your laughing at Liz and making fun of her. You’ve had your fun and now you are going to help us with her potty training. We feel the best way for you to help is by setting an example. 

“Therefore, starting tonight, you will start wearing diapers full time and use them. The bathroom will be off-limits for you except for baths, which your Mother will be giving you by the way. After two weeks of wearing and using diapers full time, we will once again try to start potty training Liz and you. We hope that when Liz sees you getting potty trained, she will try to copy you and more easily accept it herself. You will be staying in diapers until Liz is fully potty-trained. You just better hope that she is trained before school starts in the fall.” 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A hard spanking would have been better than this. What am I going to do now. I could be wearing diapers all summer – or longer! 

After dinner, the whole family got into the car and headed for a nearby shopping center. We entered a store called J&J Medical Supplies. Mom pulled me along by the hand towards a clerk standing behind the counter. “Do you have diapers, plastic panties and other supplies that will fit my son Raymond here?” I could have melted into the floor I was so embarrassed. I’m sure my face was beet red. 

The clerk, a mid-30ish woman, eyed me up and down and answered, “No problem. We have lots of diapers and other supplies for youths. Is he a bedwetter?” I couldn’t believe how this was going from bad to worse. 

“No, he has just 'volunteered' to help us potty train our youngest daughter, Liz, by being an example. That’s her with her father over by the entrance.” 

“Will Raymond be using cloth or disposable diapers?” Mom thought about it for only a second and said cloth and we were then led to the aisle where the cloth diapers were stocked. She picked up two large packages with a dozen in each along with some large safety pins. The clerk suggested that I should try on the diapers just to be sure they fit well. Mom readily agreed. 

“No way!” I screamed when Dad who was holding Liz came over and gave me 'the look.' I knew I was dead meat if I protested any more so I meekly followed Mom and the clerk into a rear 'changing room.' The changing room was unlike any other I had ever seen at other clothing stores. Instead of a bench to sit on, there was a table covered with a thin plastic mattress. The clerk told me to take off all my clothes and hop up onto the table. I looked pleadingly at Mom and got no sympathy. Slowly I took off my shirt and shoes. I then pulled down my shorts leaving me standing in only my underpants. Again I hoped for a reprieve from Mom but she was impatiently waiting for me to finish getting undressed. Very slowly I pulled down my underpants and then jumped up onto the mattress. It was fairly high but I got on it pretty easily. The clerk then told me to lie down on my back which I did. 

The clerk then turned to Mom, “I will be glad to show you how we recommend diapering older kids. I am sure you are used to doing it for babies and toddlers but older kids require some special techniques. These are the best diapers we have. They are two layers thick all over with an additional two layers in the center section. How many diapers do you want to use at a time?” 

“It is important for Liz to easily see that Raymond is wearing diapers so they should be very thick. How about three diapers to start?” The clerk grabbed three cloth diapers and proceeded to stack them. The top diaper she folded the outsides towards the middle to form a soaker pad she called it. This also made the stack even higher. She told to lift my butt into the air and placed the stack of diapers under me. 

The sales clerk gave me a funny look and then turned to my mother, “Will Raymond be making poopies in his diapers?” 

“Since he will be wearing them 100% of the time, I would say most definitely,” Mom answered. 

“In that case I have a great new product for you.” The woman then left the changing room leaving me lying on top of a pile of diapers. They felt at least 2” thick under my bottom. I hadn’t even thought of messing in diapers and this added a whole new dimension to my predicament. Mom stood by patting my shoulder and smiling at me as if to reassure me everything will be fine. 

The sales clerk returned in less than a minute with a plastic package. “These are diaper liners. They prevent the feces from coming in contact with the cloth diapers but let the urine through. They also have a moisture barrier so that they can help prevent diaper rash. We wouldn’t want little Raymond to get a bad diaper rash, would we? When he messes in his diaper, not only will cleaning him up be easier but washing the diapers will be easier.” 

“That sounds wonderful. Let’s get a package of the liners too,” Mom instructed. The clerk then slit open the plastic package and pulled out one of the liners. She told me to lift my butt again and she positioned the liner on top of the pile of diapers. 

When the diapers and liner were in place, she reached for a bottle of baby oil and spread it all over my diaper area. This was followed up with a generous amount of talcum powder spread all over including my chest and stomach areas. All of a sudden I really smelled like a baby! The diapers were then pulled up between my legs and tightly pinned around my waist. With three cloth diapers together, I could not believe how thick it felt around my genital area. 

“There, all diapered. See how easy it is?” My Mother nodded in agreement. “Now wait here Raymond and we will get you some diaper covers to wear over your diapers.” Mom and the clerk left the changing room leaving me lying on the table. I was in a state of shock. Here I am lying on a changing table in thick diapers knowing that this is only the beginning. A few minutes later, they returned with a handful of waterproof panties of all types it seemed. 

“Let’s try these pretty plastic panties on first,” suggested the clerk. She told me to lift my legs as she placed my feet through the leg holes of some pink plastic panties with farm animals playing musical instruments. She slid them up my legs and around the bulk of my diapers. They fit over the diapers OK but the elastics around my legs were a little tight and I complained about it. The clerk said that was good since they would be less likely to leak and my Mother agreed. I was told to hop off the table so they could see how well they fit. Mom and the clerk prodded and poked, pulled at the elastics and otherwise closely inspected my diapers and panties and then agreed they were fine. I then proceeded to try on about a half dozen other vinyl and plastic, snap-on and pull-on panties. Mom decided to keep most of them. Some of the plastic panties had matching bibs, which she thought I definitely had to have and so they were added to the pile along with my new “underwear.” 

Mindful of a big sales opportunity, the woman suggested that it would be handy for me to have a package of disposable diapers too. They are much more convenient when you are away from the house for long periods of time and he needs a diaper change. Mom realized that this made sense and the clerk got a large plastic package of disposable diapers in my size. I noticed on the package that they were the extra thick “night time” variety. 

Mom told me to put on the first pair of pink plastic panties again. When I had the panties back on, Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me out in the main shop area. I was wearing nothing but diapers with plastic panties and I pulled back crying that I couldn’t leave the changing room. “Please don’t make me go out there in only these diapers!” 

“You might as well get used to it Raymond. You'll be wearing diapers for quite a while and lots of people will be seeing you in them. Don’t make any problems for me or you will be even more sorry.” I frankly did not know how I could be more sorry than this. 

As I started to walk, or maybe I should say “waddle”, the crinkling of my plastic panties seemed to announce my arrival with a deafening noise, at least it sounded that way to me. When we emerged from the changing room, Dad and Liz were standing nearby and saw me immediately. Dad couldn't help but smile broadly but what really hurt was when Liz asked, “Is Raymond going to start wearing diapers like me now?” When Dad told her that I was going to be baby like her for some time, I wanted to cry just like the baby I was becoming. 

In addition to diapers and panties, the clerk then suggested that the store also had onesies and sleepers that would fit kids my size. We walked over to the “alternative” clothing section of the store. The clerk then opened a box with a onesie in it and said this should fit me. It was basically white but had a babyish print on it. Asking the clerk if it was OK to try it on, my mother told me to raise my arms and slid it over my head. She pulled it down over me. “Spread your legs a little bit Raymond.” My Mother then kneeled down in front of me and closed the five snaps at my crotch. It felt strange to have Mom pulling the ends of my onesie together at my crotch and snapping it while pushing against my diapers. She stood up and admired me in my new 'underwear'. “This fits just fine. I would like four more in a variety of colors and patterns if they're available.” Naturally, they were. 

Mom decided that since it was summer, I could sleep in a onesie so I didn’t need any sleepers, at least not for now. She asked if they had any outerwear since the clothes I had worn into the store would no longer fit over my diapers. Unfortunately, the store did not carry any outerwear but there was a department store right across the way the sales clerk told us. Dad paid for all my new stuff and carried it all out to the car along with my original clothes. When he came back, we all walked over to the department store with me wearing only my diapers, a onesie and shoes. I put my head down trying to hide my face. I can only imagine what people thought when they saw me walk by. 

Mom suggested we go over to the girls department. I had no idea why she would suggest that until we got to the rack with corduroy shortalls. Mom sorted through the clothing on the rack and finally pulled out a pair of pink corduroy shortalls designed for chubby girls and held them up in front of me. “I think these will do’” she stated. “Let’s try them on.” I am not sure if it is better to be dressed only in a onesie or in shortalls so I did not resist. Mom held them in front of me and I stepped into the leg holes. She then pulled them up over my diapers. The fit was a bit snug. Mom then selected another shortall in the next larger size stating, “We have to make sure there is lots of room for your diapers.” She then helped me into the larger outfit and was apparently satisfied with the fit. The straps were then connected to the bib front and adjusted for a good fit. I was feeling more like a baby all the time. “I will pick up some snaps at the fabric store and put them in the crotch for easier diaper changing. Then your shortalls will be just like a baby’s.” While inspecting her new baby, Mom noticed I still had old sneakers on. We then went over to the girls shoe section and picked out some matching pink sneakers. Of course, I had to put them on to complete my new look. When I saw myself in a mirror, I could not believe what had happened to me in just an hour or so. 

While looking in the mirror, I caught sight of Dad coming back with Liz. My eyes widened when I saw Liz in her new outfit. She too had on a new pair of pink corduroy shortalls and pink sneakers. Liz and I are now twin baby sisters! Dad then told me, “I don’t know if I mentioned it before but you and Liz will be dressed alike from now on. We thought that Liz would be more anxious to copy you and follow your example if you two were more alike.” Needless to say, Liz was really excited when she saw her big brother dressed in exactly the same way as she was right down to the diapers. She already loved her new clothes (girls seem to like clothes even at an early age) and was proud to be just like her big brother Raymond. She didn’t understand that it was really the other way around – I was dressed just like her. 

Mom suggested that Dad take us 'girls' to the ice cream store while she finished shopping. She said it was going to be so much fun getting new clothes for me now that she knew my proper girls size. Dad took Liz and I each by the hand and walked us over to the ice cream parlor in the center of the mall. I tried to stay close to Dad with my head down but keeping an eye out in case any of my friends should be around. 

“Aren’t your little girls adorable,” some older woman said to Dad while we were walking. I knew I looked like a toddler but it didn’t occur to me that strangers would think I was a girl toddler even though it should have been obvious. Here I was wearing pink clothes and had rather long hair. Dad thanked her for the nice compliment. When we got to the ice cream store, he bought us each a small cone. Before I could have my cone, Dad put on one of my new bibs so I wouldn’t mess my new clothes. Even Liz didn’t have a bib on. The only good thing about this evening was that I had not seen any of my friends at the store or ice cream shop. I knew it was only a matter of time and was dreading it. 

We then met Mom at the entrance of the department store where she was waiting with two rather full shopping bags. I could only imagine what they contained. We all walked out to the car and drove home. Liz was still excited to be in her new clothes and how "cool" it was to be dressed alike and talked about it all the way home. I wished I could share her enthusiasm. 

Since it was after 8:00 in the evening and past Liz’s bedtime, I was told it was also time for me to go to bed. Mom helped me take off my shortall and shoes and told me to get into bed. Before she pulled the covers over me, Mom reached into the one of the leg holes of my plastic panties and felt my cloth diapers. “Still dry!” she smiled. “I’ll get you some milk after I put Liz into bed.” A few minutes later Mom returned with a sippy cup with warm milk and told me to drink it all. After I did, she turned out the light and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Baby.” 

It took me quite awhile before I could fall asleep. I was not accustomed to having diapers on obviously and was really scared of what tomorrow would bring. 


POTTY TRAINING - Part 2 

By Moe 


Since I went to bed so early, I woke up rather early even though it was Saturday – a day I usually like to sleep late. I really needed to take a leak in a bad way. I knew that the bathroom was off limits to me now and I was debating to myself whether I should sneak into the bathroom or not. While I was debating, in walked Mom, “Good morning, Babycakes! How are you today? Are we still dry?” Without waiting for an answer, she reached into a leg hole of my plastic pants and felt my diaper around the crotch. “Still dry I see. Well, you cannot hold out forever. Let’s get you dressed and then you can help me get Liz dressed.” 

“Oh Mom, do I really have to wear diapers. I learned my lesson yesterday. I promise I won’t ever tease Liz about her potty training again. I’ll be good, really.” 

“Yes you do have to wear diapers. Don’t think of this as punishment but your contribution to helping us potty train Liz. Besides, I think this is going to be fun! By the way, in your new status, I think it would be better if you call us Mommy and Daddy from now on. Hop out of bed and let’s get you dressed.” 

I slowly got out of bed and Mom, er Mommy, led me into Liz’s room. She removed my onesie and then reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out some yellow folded garment. She shook it out and I could see it was some kind of girls romper. “OK, let’s put this on Raymond. It will be good for playing in.” The elasticized waist and bubble bottom seemed to emphasize my diapers underneath even more when I had it on. 

“I think it's time to fix your hair to a more suitable style. Sit down on the chair while I comb your hair.” Mom then made a part down the middle of my head pulling the hair to both sides. She then combed my hair in the front down over my forehead. With a pair of scissors, she created a neat set of bangs. The hair on each side of my head was braided into 5” pigtails. A little yellow ribbon was tied into a bow at the end of each pigtail matching my romper perfectly. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was truly shocked and let out a small yelp. Mom tried to reassure me that I looked like a really cute little girl. No one would know that I was a boy unless they knew me. This didn’t make me feel any better at all, of course. 

We then walked over to Liz’s bed and woke her up. While still waking up from her deep sleep, she asked Mom who the girl was next to her. She then recognized that it was her new 'sister' Raymond and was happy to see me. “Time for you to get up and get dressed like Raymond, Sweetie Pie. Let’s check your diaper first.” Just like she did to me, Mom checked Liz’s diapers and announced that she needed to be changed. Turning to me, Mom said, “You can be Mommy’s little helper.” Unlike me, Liz wore disposable diapers and I helped Mom change her. Not surprisingly, Liz also ended up wearing a yellow romper and so we were twins again. 

Mom, Liz and I then all headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Dad was reading the newspaper when we entered. “My, don’t my ‘girls’ look pretty today.” I blushed but could not think of anything to say. That’s when I noticed that in addition to Liz’s youth chair, a high chair was sitting at the table. “I am afraid since we don’t have another youth chair, Raymond will have to sit in Liz’s old high chair during meals. I am sure glad we didn’t give it away.” 

“Why can’t I just sit in a regular chair, Dad . . dy? I am NOT sitting in a high chair.” That was a mistake. Before I knew it, Dad was out of his chair, picked me up and plunked me in the seat of the high chair. He then strapped me into the chair and snapped the tray table in place. 

“This is where you will be sitting – no arguments! Do you hear?” I was smart enough not to say anything more to get him mad. 

While eating breakfast I could no longer hold my pee and flooded my diapers with warm urine. It was the strangest mixed feeling of relief, embarrassment and a weird pleasant sensation. I tried not to show that I had wet my diapers during breakfast. When we were done eating, still sitting in the high chair, I asked Mom the most difficult question I have ever asked her in a low voice, “Can you please change my diapers, Mom?” 

“What did you say Raymond?” 

“Mommy, can you please change my diapers?” I said in a little louder voice. 

“Sure, I would be happy to. Liz, now you can be Mommy’s little helper and help me change your brother’s diapers.” Liz was thrilled at the prospect of helping to change my diapers. Mom let me out of the high chair and we all walked into Liz’s bedroom. I was told to get on the changing table and lie down. She unsnapped the crotch of my romper and pulled it up above my waist. My plastic panties were removed and the diapers unpinned and removed as well. They were quite thoroughly soaked. She put them in the diaper pail that also held Liz’s used diapers. 

“I think we should get you your own diaper pail. Wouldn’t that be nice? We can even print your name on it.” It's hard to get excited about having your own diaper pail. “Liz darling, can you get me three of Raymond’s diapers, please?” While Liz was slowly counting out three cloth diapers for me from the stack under the changing table, Mom was cleaning, oiling and powdering my bottom. 

“Here are Raymond’s diapers,” Liz said helpfully. 

“Why thank you Sweetheart? Can you get me some baby pants from the dresser, please?” 

Mom placed the diapers under me along with a disposable liner and pinned them on me just like the clerk did at the store. Liz came back from the dresser with some yellow plastic pants that snapped on. Mom again thanked Liz profusely and placed the pants under me. Positioning the front on top of my diapers, she snapped them together and then checked that my cloth diapers were completely sealed. Satisfied, Mom then pulled down my romper and snapped the front to the back at the crotch. “OK, you are all done and thank you Elizabeth for helping. Do you want to go outside and play in the back yard?” Liz said that she wanted to and so we headed for the back door. 

By now, Liz knew that whenever she was outside alone she had to wear her baby harness so she would not wander off. She waited patiently while Mom took her old harness and fastened it about her chest and shoulders. I wondered why Mom used her old harness but not for long. She grabbed Liz’s new baby harness and started to fasten it around my torso and shoulders. "I don't need a baby harness!" I cried. It was a little larger than the old one and could be made to fit me by adjusting the straps. In addition, the new harness even had a crotch strap that made it impossible to get it off by the wearer. Mom explained that even though I didn’t really need a harness, she felt that it was important that Liz and I were treated alike. We went outside to the backyard and I could see that there were two leashes attached to a clothesline pole in the middle of the yard. One leash was attached to the ring in the middle of Liz’s back and the other leash to the middle of my back. I was limited to about 25 feet from the pole. I could not leave the backyard if I wanted to. I felt like a dog on a leash. 

I played with Liz in the sandbox and she thoroughly enjoyed having someone to play with. She now thought of me as not only her big brother but her friend who was dressed and treated just like she was. We made castles and buildings in the sand for over an hour. It hit me rather quickly that I needed to take a shit. I had not gone since yesterday morning as I usually do. I tried to ignore it for awhile but before long it became an overpowering urge. The thought of messing my diapers was repulsive to me but I could not stand it any longer. I got upright on my knees. It felt strange to be outside and trying to take a shit, but I pushed on my bowels and out came a large pooper into my diaper. I felt considerably better inside with the relief in pressure but my bottom felt warm and mushy inside the diaper. I pushed some more and filled my diapers to what I thought was the limit. For good measure I pissed into my diapers as well. Talk about being a baby, I think this is as close as I could feel wearing baby clothes and in wet and messy diapers. 

I was just about to call out to Mommy to ask for a diaper change when I heard the doorbell ring. I listened intently as I heard Mom talk to whoever was at the door. About ten seconds later my best friend Tommy came walking around the corner of the house into the backyard. At first he was puzzled wondering where I was until he finally recognized me with my pigtails and toddler clothes. His mouth dropped open and then all he could manage was “Holy Cow! What happened to you?” 

I wish I could have died. Because I was tethered with a leash to the clothesline pole, I couldn’t even run away and hide. And of all times, here I was with wet and messy diapers just like a baby. “Hi Tommy” I said weakly totally embarrassed. I tried to explain that Mom and Dad have asked me to help potty train Liz as if this justified my situation alone. Tommy came closer to the sandbox where Liz and I were and then smelled the telltale odor. 

“It smells like someone pooped in their diapers. That isn’t you Raymond, is it?” 

What could I say? It was obvious. I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say, what else could I do? Tommy came closer and then surprised me when he reached out and felt my diapered butt. If there was any doubt before, there was none now. “My God, you did poop in your diapers! Are you a total baby?” 

I explained that I have been wearing diapers since last evening and finally had “to go.” It was rock bottom I felt when I had to ask Tommy to go inside and tell my mother that I needed my diapers changed. He slowly turned around and went to the door and rang the doorbell again. I don’t know what he said to Mom but she came out a few minutes later with some clean diapers and other supplies. I looked at her and asked her what she was going to do. “Well, you asked to have your diapers changed and so I came as quickly as I could.” 

“You’re not going to change them out here, are you?” I pleaded. 

“Of course, why not?” She then proceeded to lay a changing mat on the grass and told me to lie down on it. With Tommy and Liz watching, she proceeded to change my diapers right in the middle of the backyard! When I was back in clean diapers, Mom said “OK Pumpkin, you’re all set. Tommy, if you want to stay and play with Raymond and Liz, that would be fine.” After checking Liz’s diapers and finding her only a little bit damp, Mom went back in the house. I then explained what had happened since yesterday to Tommy. He could not get over how much I looked like a toddler girl with my new clothes and hair do. I told him I could not believe it either. I begged him not to tell anyone else about my being diapered and all. He reluctantly agreed. We played in the sandbox for the remainder of the morning. I actually had a pretty good time considering. 

At lunchtime, Mom came and told us to come in for lunch. She asked Tommy if he would like to have lunch with us and he agreed. He was surprised when I sat in the high chair and Mom strapped me in. I was given a typical “toddler” lunch with milk in a sippy glass like Liz while Tommy had a regular sandwich and a glass of milk. 

When lunch was finished, Mom told Tommy that it was time for Liz and me to take a nap. If he wanted to come back later after naptime, he was welcome to. Tommy said his good-byes to me and Liz and left. I started heading to my bedroom when Mom said that I should come to Liz’s room instead. I walked into her room and found that in addition to Liz’s bed, her old baby crib had been set up by Dad during the morning. “Your Daddy and I feel it would be better if you spent as much time as possible with Liz during this ‘training’ period. Unfortunately, Liz’s room is not large enough to put your regular bed in here with hers. Your father then got Liz’s old crib out of storage and set that up for you, Raymond. This is where you will be sleeping from now on. I know it is a little small for you but you will just have to curl up while you sleep.” 

“But Mom, uh Mommy, I can’t fit in there and I certainly don’t want to sleep in crib. Why can’t Liz use the crib?” 

“Because we’re trying to get Liz to act like a big girl.” It seemed that I was now more of a baby than Liz eating in a high chair and sleeping in a baby crib. Mom let down the side rail of the crib and told me to climb in which I reluctantly did. She then raised the railing. Somehow, it seemed like I was in a prison. Mom then asked Liz, “Liz, would it be OK if we give a couple of your stuffed animals to your brother to share in his crib?” She was more than willing to give me her stuffed Barney and a teddy bear, which Mom brought over to my crib and placed next to me. “What do you say, Raymond?” 

“Thank you Liz” I mumbled. 

After putting Liz in her bed, Mom closed the drapes and told us to have sweet dreams. I kept thinking I could not go any lower in my degradation. Now I am supposed to sleep in a crib. I drifted off to sleep which surprised me since I had not taken a nap in years. 

The rest of the day was spent just like normal for Liz and now for me. We played outside in the back yard after we were done napping. Even Tommy came back and played with Liz and me. We then had dinner and afterwards, Liz and I shared a bath. Promptly at 7:30, we were put to bed for the night. Mom even read us a bedtime story. I slept in Liz’s and now my bedroom in the crib. It was cramped but I could manage to sleep alright if I curled up my legs. Lucky for me I am on the small side for a 12 year old. 


POTTY TRAINING - Part 3 

By Moe 


When Sunday morning came, this time I didn’t even bother to try and hold my pee. I lay in the crib and just wet my diaper. I figured it would be better to have Mom change it when I got up rather than have to be uncomfortable or wear a wet diaper for awhile. About a half-hour later Mom came into our nursery and woke up Liz and let the side rail down on my crib. Today she announced that she would get Liz dressed first. Since it was Sunday, the whole family was going to church. I again got the honor of being Mommy’s helper and assisted in changing Liz’s wet and messy diaper. As usual, Liz was put into a disposable diaper followed by white tights, a petticoat and a pretty light blue dress. She wore black patent leather T-strap shoes with buckles. If past experience was any indication, I did not like the looks of this. 

When Liz was dressed, Mom told me to get on the changing table so I could get my diapers changed. I was put in the usual three thick cloth diapers. I asked Mom why I couldn’t wear disposable diapers. It then occurred to me what I was saying. Like I really would be happy wearing disposable diapers instead of cloth! Mom explained that I needed the extra protection offered by the thick diapers and also wanted to make it very evident to Liz that I had diapers on. 

With fresh diapers and a blue vinyl panty on, Mom got a pair of white tights out of the dresser and started putting them on my feet and lower legs. She told me to get off the table and then pulled them up the rest of the way and over my thick diapers. Across the seat of my tights were layers of ruffles. Seeing where this was headed, I told Mom, “Mom, you are not going to make me wear a dress like Liz, are you? You can’t make me!” 

Calmly Mom answered, “You have a choice, Dear. You can either wear a pretty dress like your sister or you can go to church in only your diapers. What will it be?” Talk about a choice! I reluctantly agreed that I would wear the dress. 

She went into the closet and brought out a white petticoat with lace trim. “Put your arms up Raymond so I can put this on over your head,” Mom told me. When the petticoat was in place Mom went back to the closet and retrieved a brand new little girls blue dress with a wide collar and puffed sleeves. Once again with my arms up in the air, Mom gently lowered the dress over me putting my arms through the puffed sleeves. When it too was in place, Mom fastened what seemed like a dozen buttons in the back of my dress. There was a sash around my waist which was tied into a large bow in the back. She then tied some matching blue ribbons around my pigtails to match the dress. Finally, a pair of little girl shiny black shoes were placed on my feet and the straps buckled to secure them. Standing back from me, she inspected me and said, “You make the prettiest little girl! You and Liz are just darling together in your blue dresses. I am going to get ready for church so you ‘girls’ wait in the living room.” I was getting tired of being called a girl but let it slide. I took Liz’s hand and we went into the living room. When Daddy saw us, he let out a wolf whistle and told us how pretty we were. Of course, Liz enjoyed all the attention immensely. 

About ten minutes later, Mommy came into the room in a blue dress similar to ours but more mature in design. Now I am part of a mother-daughter-‘daughter’ look alike set. We all went out to the car and drove to church. I only know a few people at church and prayed that I would not see any of them this day. As it turned out, I did not have to worry. Mom took Liz and I by the hand and walked us downstairs into the basement area to a room with “Nursery” on the door. She talked a short time with one of the women who is apparently in charge and then came back and told Liz and I she would be back when the service was over. This is when I found out that I am supposed to stay with the three year olds and under in the Nursery. When I thought about it a bit, considering my current state of dress, this is probably better than being in Sunday school with kids my own age. There were about 15 kids in the room most of whom were wearing diapers like Liz and I. 

I quickly settled down with Liz and a couple of other 2 or 3 year old girls and started playing with some dolls – there was nothing else to do. When I crawled around on the floor, the back of my dress was up in the air so everyone could see my big diapered bottom under the ruffled tights. One girl, her name was Rebecca I think, asked me why I am so big and wearing diapers. I just mumbled that I was 4 years old and she went away. It helps that kids that age are so dumb. While sitting on the floor playing with a doll, a girl of about 14 came into the nursery room. She was a volunteer assistant I found out. When she saw me, she came over to me right away and asked what such a big girl like me was doing in the nursery. How was I going to explain to a girl only two years older than I that I was really a boy dressed like a toddler girl in diapers? Could I hide the fact that I was a boy? Maybe she would just think I was retarded or something. 

“I am with my sister Liz. That's Liz,” I said pointing to her nearby. 

The girl said, “You two look like twins. What is your name?” 

I hadn’t even thought about answering this question and replied, “Ray . . becca. Rebecca.” I certainly couldn’t tell her my name was Raymond. 

“That’s a pretty name. I see you are still wearing diapers. Let me check your diapers to see if you need changing.” Before I could even answer, the girl was reaching under my dress and pulling down my tights. She put her fingers through one of the leg holes of my vinyl panties to feel my diapers. Not only did she feel my diaper but also my balls. Her mouth opened in shock and she quickly withdrew her hand. “You’re a boy!” she declared. 

I was then forced to explain that I was really Raymond, that I was 12 years old and I was helping to potty train my little sister. After hearing my story, the girl, whose name I learned was Roberta, said she would help keep my secret. We talked about how it felt to be wearing diapers and girls clothes – she was really curious about my situation. She hoped I would be coming back next week to Sunday nursery school and I told her I thought it was probably a good possibility. 

When church service was over, Mom came and got us. I waved goodbye to Roberta and some of the other little girls I had been playing with. This didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it might thank goodness. Daddy took us to a restaurant where we had breakfast. Liz and I were both seated in high chairs at the table. On the way home, he said that since it was such a warm day, how would we like to go the lake? Liz immediately said 'Yes!' Normally I would love to go to the lake too and it was far enough away that I was unlikely to run into anyone I knew. “Do I have to wear diapers if I go swimming?” I asked. 

“Of course you do. But don’t worry Honey, I bought a nice new swimsuit for you. I’m sure you’ll love it!” I was rather doubtful about that. 

Since I was Mommy’s helper, I was told to get Liz undressed and change her diaper. Fortunately, it was only wet. Mom had already changed out of her dress and into shorts and a halter-top. She got Liz’s swimsuit out of the dresser drawer and helped her put it on. It was a light pink one-piece bathing suit with a dark pink short skirt attached at the waist. 

I was the only one left still wearing a dress. Mommy helped me undress and then told me to get up on the changing table so I could get my diapers changed. They were soaked and I am not even sure when I did it. That’s a scary thought! I was surprised when Mom reached for my package of disposable diapers and removed one from the plastic wrap. “Since we are going to be away all afternoon, I think this would be a good time for you to wear a disposable diaper.” Even though it was a thick disposable, it actually almost felt like regular underwear compared to the thick diapers I had been wearing for the last two days. 

She then went to my dresser and got my new bathing suit out of the drawer. She held it up in front of her to show me and said, “Isn’t this the cutest little bathing suit you have ever seen?” It was primarily yellow with a stretchy puckered top half and a big ballooned bottom with elasticized leg holes. There were cartoon ducks and geese and some other birds all over it. “Come here Honey and let’s try it on.” The bathing suit I was supposed to wear was more babyish than any other I had ever seen. Even Liz’s looked more grown up than mine. “Come on Sweet Baby, we haven’t got all day.” I got off the changing table and slowly walked towards Mommy who was holding it in position for me to step into. I put one leg into the suit and through a leg hole at the bottom and then the other. Mom started pulling it up on me and instructed me to put my arms through the armholes. When it was all the way up, she zipped it up the back and made a few adjustments and then pronounced it to be a perfect fit. I have to admit she was right, it fit perfectly like all the clothes she bought for me. She “poofed” out the balloon bottom of my suit and you could hardly tell I had a diaper on. "Run along. I just have to pack a diaper bag for you and Liz and then we'll be ready to go to the lake.” 

In ten minutes Daddy was driving our family to the lake. Liz and I were in the back seat wearing only our swimsuits and sneakers. It took almost an hour to get to the lake and there were a lot of people there judging by the number of cars in the parking lot. Dad got the stroller out of the trunk, set it up and put Liz in it. He then got out the blankets and cooler and arranged them on the stroller so they would not have to be carried. Mom started pushing the stroller and Daddy told me to come to him. He then picked me up and carried me with my legs around his waist and holding me up with one hand under my bottom like a toddler. In his free hand he carried Liz’s and my diaper bag. We then headed for the beach. 

We had to walk a ways but finally found a nice spot to put our blanket down. Mom and Dad took off their outer clothing so they only had bathing suits on too. “Do you girls want to go swimming now?” Mom asked. Naturally we both said yes. “Before you go in the water, I have to put on your swimming caps.” She opened the diaper bag and retrieved a small pink cap for Liz and put it on her. She then reached in the diaper bag and pulled out a yellow rubber swim cap. “Come here Raymond, let me put this on you. We don’t want to get your hair wet.” She stretched the yellow cap over my head concealing all my hair including my pigtails. The strap hanging down from the right side was pulled under my chin and snapped secure by my left ear. It really felt weird to have my head encased in rubber. Things sounded different too since my ears were covered. “OK girls, you can play in the water but don’t go too deep. I am counting on you Raymond to keep a close eye on your sister.” I promised that I would and we then headed for the shore. 

We played in the water for about a half-hour and then came back to where Mom and Dad were sunning themselves. My disposable diaper must have soaked up about ten pounds of water. My swimsuit helped to hold it in place. When I sat down in the sand, there was a big “squish” as the water was forced out of my diaper. Liz and I started making castles in the sand. It wasn’t long before two other little girls came by and asked if they could help make castles. We said sure. The girls were Becky who was 7 and Jessica who was 5. They asked about us and I told them I was 8 years old. I didn’t think they were dumb enough to think I was 4. After playing for nearly an hour, I could see that Becky was hesitant about something. Finally, she got the nerve to ask me, “Are you wearing a diaper?” 

I had no choice but to tell her that I was since it was fairly obvious. I said that I didn’t need diapers but it was just to make Liz feel better since she still had to wear them. Becky thought that it was really nice of me to be so good to my little sister. 

About 15 minutes later I got a strong urge in my bowels. I held off for maybe another ten minutes but then I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pooped in my diaper! Within a minute, Becky and Jessica smelled that someone had pooped their pants. Becky went over by Liz and felt the bottom of her swimsuit. Her diaper was clearly empty. She then came over by me while I was kneeling in the sand and felt my behind. “My gosh, you pooped in your diaper! I thought you said you didn’t need diapers.” I could contain myself no longer and actually started to cry from embarrassment. Mommy, hearing me cry, came over and Becky then told her I had messed my diaper. She also felt my bottom to confirm that I had. 

She took me by the hand and brought me over by the blanket where my parents had been sunning. Reaching into the bag she brought out the changing mat and spread it out flat on the sand. “Let’s get your suit off Baby and we’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy.” Liz and the other two girls were standing by closely observing Mom and I. 

“Please don’t change my diapers in the middle of the beach in front of everyone!” I begged. Mom wasn’t listening and unzipped and started pulling down my bathing suit to around my knees. I was instructed to lie down on the changing mat, which I slowly did. She then proceeded to pull the tapes off my diaper and use the front half of the diaper to clean the mess off my bottom. Becky and Jessica became wide-eyed in astonishment when they saw my little penis. 

Mom used baby-wipes and cleaned up my bottom and then put a new disposable diaper on me. “It sure is lucky we brought disposable diapers for you today. This would sure be a lot more difficult with cloth diapers.” I was told to stand up and Mommy helped me put my bathing suit back on. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” How could I tell her that I have never been so humiliated in my whole life? 

Becky came up to me and said it was OK if I was a boy and still needed diapers. They would still play with us. For some reason this made me feel a little bit better. I was surprised when Becky asked me if Liz was only wearing diapers to make me feel better and not the other way around. I explained to her that Liz needed to wear her diapers too. We continued to play for another 45 minutes until Dad announced that it was time to leave. 

I have to admit that other than the embarrassing “pooping incident,” I had a fairly good time playing with Liz and the other girls at the beach. I could never tell Tommy or my other friends this of course. 


POTTY TRAINING - Part 4 

By Moe 


The first two weeks of my new “diaperhood” passed more quickly than I would have expected. I no longer bother to protest about wearing baby girl clothes and diapers since I figured out it was futile anyway. Tommy came over most days and played with me even though I was a little girl now for all outward appearances. As far as I know, he never told anyone else about my predicament and I am really grateful for that. I haven’t seen him as much lately though. Maybe he is getting tired of playing with girls. 

In addition to becoming sisters, I think Liz has become my best friend. Maybe even more so than Tommy. We seem to get along very well whenever we’re together. And that is all the time since we eat, sleep and play together. Liz is totally ecstatic with our new relationship and just loves being with me all the time and having a 'sister'. Even Mom is appreciative since she dresses me and changes my diapers and I in turn help dress Liz and change her diapers. 

Mom made Liz and I matching sundress and bloomer outfits and a matching sundress for herself (but no bloomers since her dress is longer). Daddy took a picture of us 'girls' in our sundresses while we were all visiting a nearby park. It’s funny, I don’t even particularly notice when someone includes me in with the 'girls' anymore. Once in awhile I even think of myself as a girl now that I am dressing and acting like one all the time. 

One thing is starting to bother me. I have noticed that more and more often my diapers are wet and I don’t even remember peeing in them. Also, whenever I have to poop, I find it very easy to just do it in my diapers with very little or no effort at all. Two days ago I even woke up in the morning with messy diapers. Am I losing my toilet training? I’m not so sure I won’t need potty training for real. I haven’t said anything yet to Mommy or Daddy about my concerns. 

Mommy has told us today that our potty training is going to start tomorrow. Dad bought a small child’s wooden chair and converted it into a potty chair for me. He cut a hole in the seat and installed wooden tracks so that a plastic pot can be slid into position under the hole. At the front of the hole, a rubber scoop was glued to the wood for my male anatomy. The chair legs were sawed down so that the chair only sits about 6” above the floor. Finally, a strap was added to the back of the chair so I could not get up unless I was released. Basically, my potty-chair is the same as Liz’s except that it is slightly larger and has the scoop in front. 

I slowly wake up as usual fairly early the next morning in my crib. I don’t even think of it as Liz’s old crib but now it's 'my' crib. I have done it again! I have made a mess in my diapers during the night and didn’t even know it. What does this mean? I could climb out of the crib but there is nothing to do since I need to have my diapers changed. Coming into our bedroom, Mom sniffs the air and says, “Someone has made poopies in their pants and I think I know who.” She walks directly towards me and lets down the side rail of the crib. She tells me to roll over so she can feel my bottom. When she confirms that I am indeed the “stinker”, she asks me if there is anything I want to say. 

With some sobbing and tears, I confess to her that I think I am losing my toilet training. “I never imagined that we might have to potty train both you and Liz for real. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Fortunately, today is the day we start your training so let’s hope everything works out OK. Now we better get that messy diaper changed.” The dirty diapers now go into my own diaper pail with my name on it. Mom dresses me in some pink terry cloth shorts and a sleeveless top with “Mommy’s Little Angel” in children’s blocks printed across the front. 

Mom wakes up Liz and her diaper isn’t even wet. I dress her in shorts and a top that match mine. During breakfast, Mom tells us about our potty training. “You will each sit on your potty-chairs for at least 10 minutes when you first get up in the morning and after each meal. You can also sit on your chairs whenever you feel the need. You can get out of the chair early if you have done your ‘business.’ That is, if you go pee-pee or poo-poo in your chair. We will keep the chairs in the bathroom so you get used to the idea of doing peeing and pooping in the bathroom unless Daddy or I need the bathroom. Then we’ll put the chairs in the hallway just outside the bathroom door. 

“If you can go three days without wetting or messing your diapers, you can then wear ‘big girl’ training pants. Is this clear? I am sure you don’t want to wear diapers anymore like babies do.” Mom looked at us both to make sure we understood how the training program was supposed to work. 

When breakfast was done, Liz and I were taken into the bathroom where our potty-chairs were lined up in a row. Mom pulled Liz’s shorts down and removed a couple tapes from her disposable diaper and slid them down her legs. She then eagerly sat down on her potty-chair and waited for me. Next she pulled my shorts down and unpinned one side of my diapers and slid them down to my ankles. With some help from her, I sat down over the hole in my potty-chair with my penis tucked safely behind the front scoop. Mom then took the strap from one side of the chair, put it around my chest, threaded it through an opening and secured the end behind the back of the chair. There was no way for me to get out of that chair without help. Liz is confined to her chair in about the same way. 

Since I had already messed my diapers during the night, I had absolutely no reason to go to the toilet now. All I could do was sit there with my knees in front of me since I was sitting so low. After a few minutes, I heard a tinkling noise from Liz’s chair as her pee-pee hit the plastic bowl under her seat. She was beaming with pride and called for Mommy to come quick. “I made pee-pee in the toilet, Mommy!” 

“Why that’s wonderful, Precious. I knew you could do it! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The strap around Liz was released and she stood up so that Mommy could put her diapers back on. After her shorts were pulled up, Liz asked if she could stay with me. “At least part of the training plan seems to be working quite well, don’t you think, Raymond?” I had to agree that Liz appeared more willing than ever before to try and use the potty-chair. And now she has succeeded in using the potty for the first time. It truly may have been because I was sitting right next to her. The question may be, who is going to help train me? 

After my ten minutes are up, Mommy came and released me from my potty-chair. With my diapers pinned on and my shorts pulled up, Liz and I went outside in the backyard to play. We both still had to put on our baby harnesses and get leashed to the clothesline pole so we would not wander away. Hanging out to dry on the clothesline were about a dozen of my cloth diapers. Shortly before lunch, Liz called to Mommy saying she wanted to sit on her potty-chair. She came right out and took Liz inside to the bathroom. A couple minutes later Mommy was again showering Liz with praise for using her potty. After lunch, Mom took us both to the bathroom for our after meal potty break. When Mom pulled down my shorts and plastic pants, she found that my diapers were soaked. I could offer no explanation and since I was pretty well “peed out,” could do nothing on the chair. After our ten minutes were up, Mommy led me shuffling along with my plastic panties and shorts around my ankles into our bedroom. I hopped up on the changing table (I certainly didn’t have to be told what to do any more) and was put into fresh diapers. Liz and I then took our afternoon naps. The rest of that day and the next few were pretty much the same. Liz seemed to be doing very well with only a couple of “accidents” along the way. On the other hand, I was a complete disaster. It seemed I was always going in my diapers shortly before our potty time. 

After five full days of training, I had only managed to pee a little bit into the potty twice. I think it was more a chance of luck than a result of any toilet training. Meanwhile, if Liz manages to get through one more day without an accident, she will be awarded with her first pair of 'big girl' training pants. 

Friday was a big day in our household and everyone in the family was cheering for Liz to get through the day without any accidents. There was a close call late in the morning where she almost didn’t make it to the potty in time but otherwise made it through to dinnertime without a problem. After dinner, Daddy handed her a small box. Liz ripped it open and she found three pair of colorful training pants. As far as she was concerned, they were big-girl underwear. Dad told her she could go in her room and try on a pair and she quickly hurried off. In a minute she was back and showing us her new panties. She could not have been happier if she had gotten a brand new doll. I was really happy for her. I then looked down and saw that here I was wearing thick diapers and a girl’s sunsuit and sitting in a high chair. Liz is making progress in growing up as toddlers do while it seems I am regressing further and further into babyhood. 


Well, that’s my story of how I happen to be sitting here on a potty-chair. It's ironic that a month ago, I was a normal 12 year old boy and my little sister was completely dependent on her diapers. Now my sister is free of her diapers and I am the one who needs diapers. My parents are feeling guilty about what happened to me. I am sure there is some way I can make this pay off for me. The strange thing is, I'm not 100% sure that in my subconscious I may not want to wear diapers. Even being a little girl has its advantages. Mommy gets me up in the morning and dresses me, fixes my hair, changes my diapers, bathes me, feeds me and everything. Even Daddy seems to treat me nicer now. 

My ten minutes are more than up and the plastic pot under my seat is still bone dry. What if I can’t get potty trained? Could I be wearing diapers to school this fall? At least it is only mid-July so there is plenty of vacation time left. Or is there? 


THE END