Life was absolutely great!

I was an athletic, straight-A student and it seemed like pretty much

everything was going well for me. I was very involved with my high school and many of the clubs
they offered. I was very focused on my academics since I knew that the rest of my life would
reflect my performance in high school. How I did in high school affected what college I got into and
what college I got into would affect what job I would get.

I considered myself fairly attractive, but I wasnt into the whole dating scene. I have short hair and
most of the guys were never mature enough to get past that. I figured I was too wrapped up in
school to be bothered by them anyways. There would be plenty of time for that kinda thing AFTER
college.

I do regret that I never took the time to stop and smell the flowers. I was too wrapped up in trying
to make my future perfect. I never lived in the now.

Like I said before, I was very involved in different school clubs and went on every single trip the
school takes, which is to different places. Sometimes they go just for fun, sometimes theres a
lesson behind it, the reason varied.

School had just started, and my two best friends, Lauren and Miquela came up to me, asking if I
was going on the trip to the beach.

What trip are you talking about? I asked.

The trip that Ms. Wright, you know, our English teacher, is taking to the beach in two weeks.
Miquela answered.

I was still puzzled since I had no idea what they were talking about. There hadnt been any
announcement concerning it. I carefully went over the announcements every morning.

Seeing that I still didnt understand, Lauren began explaining it further. You did get an invitation,
right?

Invitation!?! If it was on an invitation basis, then I certainly should have gotten one! I am the most
involved in the entire school!

No, I didnt get an invitation. I admitted.

Maybe you should go talk to Ms. Wright and see if you were meant to get one. Lauren suggested.
I figured it was worth a try. A trip to the beach with my friends sounded fun and I really wanted to
go!

Ok, well Ill catch you guys later. Im gonna swing by Ms. Wrights room before the bell rings and
see if I can go. I said as a darted up the steps to her classroom. I know I didnt have a whole lot
of time to spare before the bell rang, beginning another day of school. Ms. Wright was 23 and just
out of college. She was so tiny that she fit in with the students! I thought she was a great teacher
and as far as I knew, everyone liked her.

Ms. Wright? I said, knocking on the door.

Come in. She said from behind her desk. She was working on her laptop so I assumed that she
was working on some lesson plans. I was getting pretty mad again, remembering that I hadnt
received an invitation and I should have!

Ms. Wright, I would like to know why I never received an invitation to go on the trip youre taking
to the beach. Im the most involved student in the school and think that I should be as deserving
as anyone for such an invitation! I demanded. In the back of my head, I knew that I was
beginning to get a little too big for my britches, but I paid no attention to it.

She sat there, emotionless for a moment before she proceeded to explain things. Well, I wasnt
exactly sure that this would be a trip you would like nor benefit from so I could see no reason in
even inviting you. BUT, if youre sure you would like to come, then you are definitely welcome. And
I can see that you just might benefit from this trip after all. She said with no emotion.

Wow, I hadnt thought it would be that easy to convince her to let me attend this trip. I had been
prepared to state my reasoning and argue like I would in one of my debate competitions. I guess
she saw that she was wrong in not inviting me.

Well, uhh, thanks Ms. Wright. I guess Ill see you later on in class. I said awkwardly.

Ok, bye.

I left as quickly as possible. It was starting to feel to awkward to stay in the room with her,
especially since I hadnt expected her to agree with me. She was very weird in the way she treated
me, unlike her usual self. I figured she was just stressed about the trip and getting all of the
planning done.

As I was leaving her room, the bell rang. That gave me five minutes to get to my first class,
downstairs on the other side of the school. I knew I could make it if I hurried. Well, I probably
could have made it if I hadnt tripped over someone who had stopped in the middle of the freaking
hallway! I fell down on top of them and my books went everywhere. I was just getting up when the
late bell rang. I took my time then, since I was already late for class.

Whats your excuse for being late? Mr. Stephenson demanded of me as soon as I entered the
classroom. Ive never been late to any of my classes before, but for some reason, he really didnt
like me. I tried explaining that I was talking to a teacher on the other end of the building and that
I tripped on my way, but he ignored me. If it happens again, Im assigning you detention. He
barked at me as I took my seat next to Lauren.

Whats his problem today? I whispered to Lauren.

I dont know. He was fine until you came in. she said innocently. Great, now I knew for sure that
he really did hate me.

Just one hour. I thought to myself. I just had to put up with him for one hour before getting on
with my day.
Oh, by the way Lauren, I talked to Ms. Wright and Im gonna go to the beach with you all in two
weeks! I whispered.

Thats awesome! Im glad that youre getting to go with us. Miquela and I wouldnt have had any
fun without you. She said.

Miss Walters! Is my class boring you? Mr. Stephenson barked at me.

No sir. I said meekly.

Good. You better pay attention because all of this will be on the quiz I give at the end of class.
He said calmly. The class awwed at the mention of a quiz at the end of class. I didnt really want
a quiz either, but I wasnt about to protest since Mr. Stephenson already didnt like me.

Class crept by slowly. Every time I looked at the clock, it seemed like only two minutes had gone
by. But eventually, he did wrap up his lecture and he handed out the quizzes. The quiz was really
easy and I was surprised. His tests and quizzes werent usually that easy.

My next class was Spanish IV with Mrs. Spangler. I was already an affluent speaker since this class
came easily to me. It never seemed like I spent an entire hour in that class.

After Spanish, came lunch. Miquela, Lauren and I sat together in our regular spot like we did
everyday. We were pretty routine about things. Miquela and Lauren both got great grades like I
did. Lauren wasnt involved in any school activity while Miquela participated in a lot of out of school
activities, such as horseback riding and piano lessons. We were all very much alike and shared the
same morals, which is why we hit it off so well when we first met, I guess. Miquela and I were
almost exactly alike in our thinking. We could complete each others sentences, we were that alike.
All three of us were very serious about things. Everything we did, we took seriously, even games.

We spent the entire lunch period, which was an hour, eating and talking about the trip to the
beach. We were beside ourselves with excitement. In fact, Miquela and I had never been to the
beach before. Lauren went almost every summer with her family, but she would have just as much
fun. I cant imagine running out of things to do at the beach!

The class right after lunch was American Government with Stewart. He was a really cool teacher
and very outgoing. He insisted that his students call him by his first name. If another teacher was
around or in the room, we had to use his last name, but he preferred being called by his first name.
Being the way I was, I called him by his last name, Mr. French, all the time. He also made the
subject a lot more fun to learn by the hands on assignments he gave us. We took tons of field trips
in his class.

Finally, the last class of the day was English. Miquela, Lauren and I all had that class together. I
wasnt exactly looking forward to this class. Normally I was, especially since it was my best subject
and Ms. Wright was a cool teacher, but today I was afraid there would be an awkwardness
between us. I absolutely hated awkwardness!

When we entered the classroom, Ms. Wright was her normal cheery self, unlike this morning. She
greeted each of us as we entered the classroom, so I knew there wasnt going to be any
awkwardness between us.

Nearing the end of class, she came over to the three of us and asked us to stay after class for a few
minutes so she could have a few words with us. I figured it had to do with the trip.

Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of school for the day. The class quickly filed out of the
classroom, eager to get home or onto other activities. Lauren, Miquela and I all stayed behind and
waited a bit impatiently since we wanted to go home. Ms. Wright brought over an envelope for
each of us that were addressed to our parents. She said that in order for the trip to take place, we
needed to give these envelopes to our parents immediately. Also, it would be our parents final
decision whether or not we could go.

We each said goodbye as we headed out of the classroom and down the halls to our lockers. We
had to be quick at our lockers if we were going to make our busses. I said goodbye to each of them
as I headed toward my own bus.

I was anxious to give the envelope to my parents and see if I could go along on the trip. I really
wanted to go, but I wasnt sure if I would be allowed to or not. I guess its a teenage thing, but I
usually dont get along with my parents and our communication is usually in the form of yelling or
screaming. Sometimes I felt bad about that, but they dont understand me and it seems like they
dont even try to!

As soon as I came in, my mom said hello. I mumbled a hello back to her as I took my backpack
upstairs to my room. I grabbed the envelope from my backpack and went back downstairs to the
kitchen where my mom was fixing dinner.

Hey mom, the school is taking a trip to the beach and I would like to go along. I said as I handed
her the envelope. The teacher told me to give this to you. I said, handing over the envelope.

Ok, Ill read it and well discuss it when your dad gets home from work. She said, laying it aside
for the time being.

I shrugged my shoulders and went back upstairs to my room where I needed to get to work on my
homework. I had a lot tonight since that asshole Mr. Stephenson decided that I needed to spend
more time on my schoolwork and not roaming the halls. God, I hated that man! Then, of course
there was always a lot of homework in Spanish too since I was in a more advanced class. And I also
had an essay on the dialogue used in Romeo and Juliet that was due tomorrow for English class.

I was just finishing up my homework when my mom told me it was time for dinner around 5
oclock. It would have taken most people a lot longer to complete that much homework, but once
I get started on it, I dont like to break until Im finished. I like to get it over with so I dont have
it hanging over my head all evening.

When I went downstairs, I saw that my dad had just gotten home from work and was already
seated at the table. My mom worked part time for a lawyers office, and my dad worked full time
as a bank president. Money was never really an issue for us. My dad said hello as I walked into the
room and I just nodded back to him.

My mom brought over the dishes and sat them down at the table before seating herself. She liked
to cook and so we always had really good meals whenever she wasnt working. Tonight we were
having stuffed peppers, scalloped potatoes, and garlic bread.

My parents were busy talking away while we were eating. I ate in silence and I didnt even pay
attention to what they were talking about. After we had all finished eating, my mother got up and
brought over an apple pie that she had made earlier. Once we were all consumed with our pie, my
mother brought up the trip to the beach.

Dylan, your father and I discussed the trip to the beach before I came and got you for dinner, and
we decided that we would love for you to go along on this trip. I visited the website that was
provided in the letter and it gave me all of the information of the trip. I even emailed your teacher
letting her know that you had our full permission to attend. We believe this trip will be good for
you. she explained.

I thought it was extremely weird that they agreed for me to go along so quickly. I usually have to
convince them to let me go on a trip like this. Theyre usually reluctant because of my behavior
towards them and I usually wind up making promises to straighten up ones that I never keep.

Ok, cool. Is there umm, anything I need to know before I go? I asked uncertainly, expecting
them to lay out some rules or stipulations.

Actually yes. My dad began. You only need to take one change of clothes. The majority of your
clothes, along with your bathing suit will be provided for you.

Now that was really weird. What kind of trip to the beach is this? It must be really expensive if
theyre going to be providing most everything.
Ok. I said, finishing up my pie as well. I got up and left the kitchen. Since I was done with my
homework, I figured Id get online for a little while.

When I get online, I usually chat with my friends and play online games with them. Our favorite
game to play is Yahoo! Pool. Weve been playing it together for years. All three of us are rarely ever
online at the same time. Im probably on the most out of the three of us. I somehow never run out
of things to do.

I quickly logged onto Yahoo and saw that Lauren was already online. I quickly IMed her, eager to
hear if she got the go-ahead for the beach.

Dylan: So, wut did ur parents say?
Lauren: I can go, wut about urs?
Dylan: Im good too, but they acted really weird about it.
Lauren: Thats weird, cuz mine did too.

I thought our parents behavior was a bit odd, but we went on to talking about other things, like
school and certain subjects and how some teachers can be real dicksMr. Stephenson. We also
talked about the beach and how much fun we were going to have.

Around 8 oclock I logged off and took my shower. I usually tried to go to bed at a decent time
since school was so draining. After my shower, I watched tv until about 9, when I turned it off and
went to sleep.

The next day was pretty much the same routine. When I first got to school, I anxiously asked
Miquela what her parents said in response to the beach trip.

Well... Miquela started. They acted like they really didnt want me to go. They acted like it was
gonna be a trip to a prison or something and thats where wed be staying. It actually took some
convincing to get them to let me go. I kept telling them that it was only to the beach and it would
be fun.

Well, my parents seemed overjoyed about the trip for some reason. Usually I have to convince
them to let me go on a trip since were forever fighting about something. I explained. We both
shrugged it off as normal parent peculiarity.

The three of us had a countdown going on until our trip. We were so excited. We didnt know who
else was going and it didnt really matter to us. The time went by fast and slow at the same time.
It went by slow since we were really excited about the trip. At the same time it went by fast since
we were busy with homework and getting all the work done that we would miss while we would be
gone.

Finally, the two weeks were almost over and we were scheduled to leave really early the next
morning. Since we were only supposed to pack one extra set of clothes, it didnt take me long to
pack. I did pack my digital camera too since I was sure that Id want pictures of my first trip to the
beach.

I went to bed early, around 8 pm, but it took me hours before I finally fell asleep from boredom.
My alarm went off at 3 am. I got up and got myself ready. The bus was scheduled to leave at 4 am
from the school. Once I was dressed, I made sure my mom was up, since she was taking me to the
school. I headed down to the kitchen where she was sitting and reading the morning paper,
drinking a cup of coffee.

Good morning sweetheart. My mother said as I entered the kitchen.

Being in the good mood that I was, I happily returned the gesture. Good morning, mom.

I think I took her by surprise for a minute. I went over to the cabinet and grabbed the box of
Frosted Flakes. I sat at the table and quietly ate my cereal. Before I knew it, my mom was telling
me that we had better leave. You want to get there early so you get a good seat on the bus. she
said.

Which was true. I preferred the front seats, as did Miquela and Lauren. We were even taking a
charter bus, which would make the trip more comfortable.
I was one of the first people there, besides Ms. Wright. I quickly put my stuff on the second row
of seats. I dont like the very front seats, because then everybody can see you and what youre
doing. Not to mention, the teacher always sits in the very front. Miquela and Lauren arrived not
long after I did. The charter bus was normal, which meant one of us would have to sit on the other
side of the aisle. Miquela wound up being the one who sat on the other side. Nobody sat beside her
so she had two seats to herself.

Not a whole lot of people went, but almost a charter bus full. Since none of us could pack much,
we kept it right there next to us. Along with Ms. Wright, there was another man. He was going to
be the new superintendent next year.. and he was also Ms. Wrights boyfriend. I didnt realize that
there would be another teacher along on this trip.

I said goodbye to my mom, before I got on the bus, although I noticed that she didnt leave until
after we left. She acted like we were going to be gone a year as opposed to only two weeks. We
wound up not leaving until closer to 4:30 am because we had to wait for a few people. There
wasnt much talking going on since it was so early. In fact, most people (including myself) went
back to sleep for awhile.

Around 9 oclock, most of us were awake, and those who werent were woken up by the speaker
phone when Ms. Wright made some announcements.

Well be stopping for breakfast shortly. Your parents have paid for all expenses of this trip,
including food, clothes, shelter, basically anything youll need during this trip. Well be stopping at
a McDonalds in about an hour. She announced.

Miquela, Lauren and I started talking about the things we were gonna do during this trip. Most of
the time we were silent. I know most of us didnt get much sleep since we had to get up so early,
not to mention the excitement probably kept a lot of people awake.

The hour passed quickly and soon we were pulling into a McDonalds. We all filed out quickly and
lined up behind the counter inside. We were told to make our orders and that Ms. Wright would
pay for everything at the end. I got an Egg McMuffin. It was pretty good especially since the only
thing I had eaten this morning was a single bowl of cereal and that was over 6 hours earlier. We
were told to get back on the bus once we had our food.

We didnt make another stop for food since we arrived around 5 pm. Ms. Wright told us that we
would have a late dinner before going to bed for the night. We arrived at what looked like a hotel..
a fancy hotel, but when we got inside it was different. I cant really explain what it was like.

Ms. Wright went up to the check-in counter and did some stuff. It wasnt too much later that we
were herded up the escalators to the third floor. A lady from behind the counter was leading the
way. She led us into a room that looked a lot like a doctors waiting room. I was a little bit
concerned when the door behind us was locked.

We were told to line up, and Miquela, Lauren and I were the first three in line. Miquela was first,
so she was led by the lady into a room to the far left. It was probably 20 minutes later when that
same lady came back out and took Lauren in. I wondered what had happened to Miquela. Another
20 minutes passed when I was escorted back.

The room was just like a doctors examination room and I was extremely confused as to why wed
need to see a doctor. A woman in a lab coat was already in the room. I saw that there was another
door leading to another room and thats where Miquela and Lauren mustve gone. The woman
introduced herself as Dr. Zhivago.

Lets see. So your name is Dylan. I advise you not to fight me, otherwise you will find yourself in
a very unpleasant situation. Everything will be explained to you in a short while. She said in a
calm, cool voice.

I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach because I was getting scared of what they were
planning to do to me. What are you going to do to me? I asked nervously.

Youll see. was the reply she gave me. She had busied herself with getting something out of a
cabinet. She was blocking my view so I couldnt see what was in it or what she was doing. Slowly,
she turned around with something white in her hand. It was thick and folded neatly. It looked sort
of like a small blanket.

Do you know what this is? She asked as she set several of them down on the examining table.
I shook my head no. She went back over to the cabinet and gathered a few more things and
brought them over and sat them down on the table as well. Now do you know what those white
things are? She asked.

She had set down baby powder, pins, baby lotion, and a plastic pair of underwear it looked like. All
baby items, but I still had no idea what the white things were. No I dont know what they are. I
admitted honestly.

These.. she said, pointing to the white stack of cloth. Are cloth diapers.

Oh, I said, finally realizing what they were. Those are the diapers they used a long time ago
before disposables were invented.

Yes, those things. she said.

But why did you get them out? I asked nervously.

The doctor smiled at me in an almost evil manner. I started to realize exactly what was going to
happen. The doctor just kept smiling and didnt say anything. Oh no, you are NOT putting them
on me! I refuse to wear baby diapers! I declared.

Oh, but Im afraid that you WILL wear them and you will wear them the entire time that you are
here. the doctor said.

The other lady that was in the room had been quiet until now. She came over to me told me to take
off my shoes, socks, and pants in a gruff voice. They were both significantly bigger than me, but
I stood my ground and refused to remove any of my clothing.

This is your only chance youre getting to do it for yourself. the lady told me. I continued holding
my ground and I declared once more that I was not going to wear diapers!

Last chance, gone. The lady told me. She grabbed me and pinned me to the examination table
while the doctor came over and first removed my shoes, then my socks and then my pants. I was
struggling to free myself from her grip, but with no luck. I soon found myself left in my shirt and
my underwear.

The doctor brought over the supplies. You could have saved yourself this trouble by doing it
yourself when asked, but you chose to do things the hard way. She slipped my underwear off and
diapered me up in four cloth diapers. It was so thick! The first girl only got three diapers since she
complied with us, but the other girl and you got four since you chose to be difficult. She slipped
the plastic pants up over the diaper and sent me through the door.

On the other side I found Miquela and Lauren both sitting in a chair in just a shirt and their diapers.
I could feel my face burning from embarrassment. Who wouldve ever thought of diapers? But why
were we put in diapers?

This is humiliating! I all but yelled as I walked into the room. Miquela and Lauren only nodded.
It looked like Lauren had been crying. I felt like it, but refrained from doing such. I went over and
sat down next to Lauren. We talked for awhile about the situation we were in and why, but none
of us could come up with a good enough reason. It wasnt long before another girl came through
the door. Within minutes, a boy came through a different door. It seems like they wanted to get
done quicker so they started taking them in another room as well.

As each one came out, they took their seat and kept pretty quiet until a friend came out and joined
them. Im sure that everyone had the same thoughts that we did.

Two hours later, the last one came through the door, followed by the doctors, aides, Ms. Wright
and her boyfriend, Mr. Newcomer. It was Mr. Newcomer that stood in front of everyone and gave
an explanation of what was going on.
Im sure all of you are wondering whats going on and why. You were chosen to go on this trip for
various reasons. All of them relate to your behavior in some way or another. What were doing
here, is to help all of you with your problems regardless of what it is. I would also like to inform you
that this is for the rest of the school year, not just two weeks. If your diapers ever come off without
permission, then Im sure youll find that you wont like the punishment.

I was in shock. I couldnt believe what was happening. This would probably explain my parents
reaction to the trip. No wonder they were happy about it. I even did this to myself by demanding
that I be allowed to go along! I just realized, that was probably the stupidest mistake of my life!

I looked around the room and I could see the shocked expressions on everyone elses faces as
well. Miquela and Lauren both looked like they were going to cry. At that moment I realized that
I had tears streaming down my face. I was stuck for another 8 months.

Mr. Newcomer continued. You will wear whatever we tell you to wear and youll do whatever we
tell you to do. Theres a lot of different things that will take some getting used to, but Im sure youll
find that its pretty easy to fall into a routine. This building was specially built for this purpose, but
were not the only ones here, however were the only ones who will inhabit the fourth floor. Now,
it is high time that we eat some dinner as it is getting late. Then it will be time for bed. Now, we
are by a beach and you will get plenty of time at the beach as an upside to this for you.

Ms. Wright told us to line up and head out of the room single file. She led us towards a cafeteria
room where we would be eating most of our meals from now on.

I hadnt heard anyone make any sounds since Mr. Newcomer gave an explanation of things. I think
everyone was still in shock over everything. It really was a lot to take in. Finding out that we were
going to be kept in diapers our entire stay and that our stay was going to be about 8 months long!

We slowly filed into the cafeteria. This time the three of us didnt go first, in case they had anymore
stuff set up for us. It felt so weird walking actually, waddling would be more accurate. All that
material between my legs felt weird, but it was kinda comforting at the same time.

We went ahead and sat down at the tables because we were told that our food would be served
to us. The wait wasnt long at all since the food was ready to be put in the oven. The food wasnt
too bad, but different since I was used to eating my moms cooking. It mustve been about 9 pm
when we got there to eat after waiting for everyone to be diapered. I guess Im gonna have to get
used to that word, since itll be a part of me for the next 8 months.

I dont think anyone said anything during dinner either. I guess that everyone will be over the
shock by tomorrow. After everyone was finished, we were led up to the fourth floor where we
would be sleeping. We were led into a large room and when they flipped the light switch, I could
see that the room was equipped with baby cribs big enough to fit us!

We were each led to a crib and then the side gate was raised and latched into place. I was fully
aware of what was going on, but once the lights were out, the reality of it all really hit me hard.
Eight months without seeing my family, being stuck here in diapers and having to do whatever
were told. Stuff that Im completely unused to doing.

It hit me and it really hit me hard, I started sobbing quietly. I couldnt help it. I wanted my mom;
I wanted some comfort, but here it seemed like I would find none. After I had calmed down
considerably, I laid there and listened. All was quiet, except for the sniffling coming from several
cribs. I knew I wasnt alone in this and I knew that Miquela, Lauren and I would have to draw
strength from each other. It seemed like hours passed while I laid there contemplating what was
yet to come. I was deathly afraid, but I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. Eventually
I drifted off to sleep.

Despite what I had been through the previous day, I have to admit that I slept soundly. I wasnt
sure what to attribute that to, but I was thankful for the rest, nonetheless. After I woke up, I sat
up in the crib and looked around. Some of the kids were awake and some were still sleeping. I
looked over and saw that Lauren was still soundly asleep, but Miquela looked like shed been
awake for awhile. She looked kinda upset too.

Whats wrong, Miquela? I whispered over to her.

Her face got red. I uhh, I had to go pee..

Oh. I said, fully realizing what she meant. I had to go pee too, so I tried letting it go so she
wouldnt feel alone. But I quickly realized that it was harder than I thought it would be. Eventually
I got a small trickle going and then it went full blast. I had been holding it awhile so it did feel good
to relieve myself, but kind of disgusting to do it in a diaper and have to sit in it. Apparently Miquela
noticed what I was doing because when I looked over at her, she was smiling. I smiled weakly back
at her.

Wearing a diaper that Id peed in wasnt nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be. It wasnt even
uncomfortable. When it was still warm, it actually felt kinda nice. Once it turned cold, it was okay.
Not long after I had relieved myself, Ms. Wright walked into the room, waking up anyone who was
still asleep.

Ms. Wright stood there, taking in the sight until one of the orderlies came in behind her. The
orderly (whose name was Karen, I think) was pushing a cart full of bottles! She came around to
each crib and handed everyone one. They all contained apple juice. A couple people refused to
take the bottle and so she just moved on. Some even threw the bottle out of the crib onto the floor.
I guess they were ready to fight today.

Once Karen was finished passing out the bottles, she asked if anyone needed a diaper change.
Nobody uttered a sound. She said that was fine and that wed be the ones in pain if we got a diaper
rash. It was just so embarrassing to be in this situation and then to have people treat us like
babies!

She made the announcement that this first week would be sort of like a training week. It would be
a week where we are introduced to the area, activities, food and rules. She said that things would
go much smoother if we cooperated and didnt fight. Ha, like that would seriously happen. Theres
no way that she could possibly expect us to LET them feed us, diaper us and God only knows what
else. Of course we were going to fight!

It was weird, because Ms. Wright really started changing too. She started acting like none of us
had ever even thought she was capable of acting. She really got into this thing and was treating us
like babies, even feeding and diapering us.

Karen left the room momentarily and then returned carrying a needle and a bottle of clear liquid.
She went around to each crib injecting each person, then thoroughly cleaning the needle before
moving onto the next person. When she came to me, I backed away. I tried to get as far away as
I could since I was afraid of needles. She had Ms. Wright come over and hold me to one side while
she injected me. After that shot, it was like my body completely lost control for a few seconds
before regaining control. In that time I wet my diaper unwillingly. After regaining control, I felt
funny for about a minute or so. It was the weirdest experience Id ever had with a shot.

After Karen had gone around to everyone and given the injections, she stood in the center of the
room again. I just injected you with a special serum that will stay in your system until we give you
one to counteract against it. Within each injection was a tiny microscopic microchip that will keep
you from leaving this premises and with it, your location will show up at the main office where we
have monitors. Also, this serum has caused you to lose most of your strength, almost reducing you
to an infant status. Now that you are completely incapable of seriously injuring anyone, it makes
control of you, that much easier. Now, I would like you to know that we only want good babies
here that listen, dont fight and dont swear. If you dont follow the rules, youll find yourself in a
very compromising position. You will find that you can still walk, but not without much difficulty.
Am I understood?

Again, I found myself completely shocked. I had no intention of doing everything they asked of me
and they could just get used to it. Nobody answered her, we all just stared. She smiled back at us,
knowing that we understood her completely. Together, her and Ms. Wright went around to each
crib lowering the side rail.

When they lowered mine, I hopped out like I normally would have. But instead of landing on my
feet, I landed on my padded butt. My legs werent stable enough to do that anymore. Instantly I
felt my face grow hot because I thought everybody would be staring at me, but when I looked
around, almost everyone had fallen down.

It was very difficult to get back up, and it was even more difficult to stay up! I managed though
and once everyone was out of their cribs, Karen led us to another room. In this room, there were
lots of highchairs! I couldnt believe it! They were going to feed us in highchairs!

We were each led to a highchair and commanded to crawl up onto the seat and sit down. It was
a difficult task considering our partial loss of strength and control. I was very frustrated with my
body by the time I managed to complete the task. They then locked our trays on and brought over
some jars of baby food.

The food wasnt too bad tasting. There was someone feeding each of us and it was horrible. They
were purposely trying to get the food all over our faces, making cleanup even more fun than it
would have been not.

After breakfast, they led us into yet another room. It seemed like this building had thousands of
rooms! Anyways, this one was constructed as a play room. Karen stayed in the room to monitor us
while we played.

The first thing I did, was seek out Lauren and Miquela. I wanted to talk to them really bad. I wound
up crawling to make the task easier. We sat together and talked about what was happening.

I cant believe this! I cried.

I know. Who wouldve thought that a place like this even existed? Miquela said.

I cant believe that we lost most of our strength due to some stupid injection they gave us. Who
knows what theyll do to us next! I said.
Lauren stayed quiet for awhile before answering. And thanks to those injections, any hope of
escaping is now lost.

Miquela and I nodded sadly. We wound up playing with some blocks to help pass the time. It was
going to be a long eight months.

The day passed slowly and uneventful. It almost felt like it was already routine to us, which was
definitely a bad thing. How were we supposed to fight it if it felt okay?

They saved the biggest shock for the next morning when we woke up. I think I was the first to
wake up. I yawned and slowly sat up in the crib. I began blinking furiously and wiping my eyes in
disbelief. I took a good long look around the room and started screaming and crying in anger. Of
course this woke everyone else up and before long everyone was howling their protest when they
saw why I was upset.

In a matter of minutes, Karen, followed by Ms. Wright entered the room. Ms. Wright smiled smugly
before speaking. I see youve noticed the latest development in yourselves. Its another effect of
the serum we gave you yesterday morning, but dont worry, its not permanent. How do you
expect this treatment to work if you arent more infantile? We heavily sedated you last night so
that we could slip in here and change you into more size appropriate diapers and clothing. Your
body is about the size of a four year old, however, you can still speak, think and control your
bladder as you would have yesterday.

By the time she had finished, everyone had calmed down enough to hear and understand what Ms.
Wright was saying. Several of the girls started crying again, only to be hushed by Karen.

I was probably the most prideful out of all the kids, which is never a good thing, but turned out to
be an even worse thing. When Ms. Wright came over to my crib and started lifting me out, I started
kicking. I cant believe you would do this to us! I told her.

Well, apparently some children need this type of fresh start. She said smiling, as she grabbed a
hold of me.
Fuck you. Let go of me!!! I all but screamed.

Hmm, I see we have a very naughty baby. Babies shouldnt say those kinds of things.

Im not a baby! I yelled at her, but she just smiled smugly at me. Her smug expression infuriated
me something awful.

Since she was so much bigger than me, it was easy for her to do anything she wanted to do to me.
I started getting scared when she began taking my diapers off, but there was nothing I could do
to stop her. Remember when Karen said youd find yourself in a more compromising position if
you didnt listen? Well, youre about to find out first hand what we do to naughty babies. She said
as she put me over her knee. The harsh realization hit me like a brick. I was about to be spanked...
for the first time in my entire life! The thought terrified me, and I started kicking and hitting, but
it was to no avail. She was just too big and too strong for me.

She patted my bare bum for a few moments before she started spanking. The thought of being
spanked is enough, let alone for it to actually happen. Not only was it happening, but it was
happening in front of my friends and it was by my teacher! She spanked at a steady pace and I
guess being small again, decreased my threshold for pain, because I was sobbing in no time at all.
It felt like she spanked me forever! It was so embarrassing, definitely the most humiliating thing
I had ever experienced in my entire life.

It finally ended, and not a second too soon as far as I was concerned. She kept me over her knee
until I quit crying and when I took notice of my surroundings, most everyone had left; everyone
except Karen. When I did quit crying, she stood me up. Immediately my hands went to my
bottoms aid and I began rubbing. Ms. Wright smacked my hands out of the way and sent me to the
corner with instructions for my hands to stay by my side at all times. I obeyed out of fear of getting
another spanking like I just got.

Ms. Wright and Karen remained in the room, talking behind me the entire time I stood in the
corner. Eventually I was allowed to come out and Ms. Wright diapered me back up. Then she
picked me up and carried me out of the room to the playroom where we went yesterday.
For pulling that little act of defiance, I believe you can just go without breakfast. We missed it
anyways since I had to spank your naughty bottom. She said in an almost teasing manner.

I really didnt want to face everyone after having been spanked in front of them! It was so
humiliating and I wouldve done anything to avoid going in that room. Sure enough, when Ms.
Wright walked through the door, everyone turned and looked at us. It made me feel absolutely
horrible. She actually sat me down by Miquela and Lauren though.

Oh my God, Dylan are you okay!? Miquela immediately asked me. I tearfully nodded. I was
going to fight them too, but when I saw what they did to you, I decided not to. Miquela said.

Lauren finally spoke up, Ive never heard you talk like that before, Dylan. Are you sure youre
okay? Sure I knew you swore, but Ive never once heard you use the f-word, and then to shout it
out like you did.

I felt my face grow hot again. Shes right, Ive only said that word a few times in my life and never
when someone could hear me say it.

Lauren must have noticed my reaction because she quickly continued. Not that I blame you or
anything. I was tempted to do the same thing until you did it and I saw what happened. Now Im
afraid to cuss at all, whether were around them or not.

Gaining control of my emotions, I cleared my throat and began talking. I..I cant believe the way
Ms. Wright has changed. I cant believe shes treating us like this. Then more quietly I added,
and I cant believe she spanked me. Apparently I missed the warning looks Miquela and Lauren
were throwing me because when I started to ask them what their problem was, Ms. Wright started
talking from behind me.

Well Dylan, maybe I can answer that question myself. I wouldnt want you to spend your whole
time here wondering about that. She began in an infantile voice that I did my best to ignore. You
see, teaching was never my focus in college. I took a few classes in order get me through the first
few weeks of school, but that was it. I was more focused on psychology and child behavior. I
figured that there must be a way to correct unwanted behavior in minors when their parents still
have complete legal control over them. This was the perfect way. This facility is pretty new, just
recently launched as a research program by the government. I had just started college when this
idea was being tossed around and I started seriously studying it. To make a long story short, that
is what led me here. She explained in a professional manner.

I cant believe the way you treated me. How could you treat us like adults a few days ago, and
now treat us like little babies and exert parental capabilities over us? I asked, still infuriated.

She smiled. Its all a matter of training, baby. Dammit, why did she have to call me baby? She
stood back up and walked off, leaving the three of us alone.

I guess you got your answer, Dylan. Lauren said quietly. What I cant believe is that they have
the technology to convert us back to the way we appeared when we were toddlers! This must be
some government project with huge grants! Lauren said, somewhat astonished.

Its gonna take a lot of time to get used to our new bodies. But hey, at least there are perks to this.
We still get to go to the beach. Miquela offered hopefully.

Are you all crazy!?! Youre acting like this is okay, like youve accepted it! I said rather loudly.

Well... Miquela began. It isnt like fighting is going to get us anywhere. We saw where it got you
earlier. Then in a quieter voice, Miquela leaned closer and said, theres really no point in fighting
until weve got a plan figured out. Let them think weve accepted it and then itll come as a shock
when weve made our move. She leaned back when she was through.

I smiled. It was great having friends that knew me so well and to back me up whenever I needed
it. We would fight back, we just had to figure out how and when. Its not like time was of the
essence since we had eight months to look forward to.

I started messing around with some of the toy cars near me as I retreated into my mind. I wasnt
paying much attention to what I was playing with. I was focused on creating an escape plan. Ive
always been good at those kinds of things. Planning has always been one of my favorite activities
and it rarely matters to me what Im planning for. Like once, I planned a cage heist. I planned to
sneak out in the middle of the night and steal my neighbors animal trap. We had several cats that
we knew they had trapped and hauled away and I was determined to steal and get rid of their trap.
I had every last detail carefully planned, including the time their lights went off at night. I pulled
it off without a problem and disposed of the cage, unseen the very next morning.

I am a Christian, but when something gets to me, I tend to forget my beliefs and morals for a
period of time as I get revenge on whoever Im angry at. I think most everybody is like that to
some extent. Its hard to constantly be aware of your beliefs and morals at all times, especially
when youre focused on something else.

I was confident that between the three of us, wed have a solid plan in no time at all. But like
Miquela said, wed have to fool them, thinking weve accepted our situation first. That was
probably going to be the hardest thing of all for me. I am too proud of a person to let someone else
humiliate me in ways I never imagined. And trust me, I never imagined being forced to wear
diapers.

Dylan? Dylan?

What? I said, snapping back to reality.

What in the world were you thinking about? I think I said your name ten times before you heard
me. You were really out of it. Lauren said.

Oh, just thinking. I answered innocently with a smile on my face.

Anyways, theyre rounding everybody up. I think we better go, so it appears that were
upstanding umm babies? Lauren said.

I thought it over for a brief moment and nodded my agreement as I struggled to stand up and
waddle over to everyone else.

Ms. Wright was towering above everyone else as she announced that we were being led to the
changing room so that we could be changed into appropriate swimming suits.

As I waddled past Ms. Wright, she scooped me up, taking me by surprise. Now, can I trust you to
be on your best behavior for the beach trip? She asked.

For some reason, I found her voice to be very soothing and comforting and I really felt like I didnt
wanna let her down. Before the teenage side of myself had time to think, I found the toddler side
of me agreeing, promising to be on my best behavior. Ms. Wright carried me the rest of the way
to the changing room. I dont know why, but it felt good.

When we arrived, she placed me on the changing table first and removed the soggy cloth diapers.
Then, she put another diaper-like garment on me. She said it was a swim diaper, but it was
another re-usable kind. Not the disposable kind like I originally grew up on. There were several
orderlies there along with Ms. Wright helping to get everyone changed.

Once everyone was changed and ready to go, they began leading us down the elevator and
outside towards the beach. They had a shallow part of the beach sectioned off for us since we had
minimal control over our bodies at this point.

When Miquela, Lauren and I finally got the chance to meet up again, I was reluctant to tell them
what I had experienced earlier. Eventually I told them about my lapse and how I found the toddler
side of myself taking control for a brief amount of time. I couldnt explain it very well since I didnt
understand it myself. All I knew was that it was scary and threatening our plans to escape.

It seemed like in no time at all, the three of us forgot about everything and were having fun
splashing and playing in the cool water. In a sense, we felt free. Essentially we were free. We were
free from school, responsibilities, and our worries about the future. We were living in the now
because deep down we knew that the staff held control over our futures.
Eventually, they rounded us up and led us back up to our floor where we were again changed and
put back into our cloth diapers. One by one, we were taken and put in our cribs for an afternoon
nap.

In the short time before I fell asleep, I thought about this place and how it would affect the rest of
my life. The one that I had been training so hard to set in place. The one that ----

I woke up at the sound of someone talking. I opened my eyes and saw Ms. Wright talking with
Karen, one of the orderlies. They were keeping their voices kinda low, so I began wondering if it
was something we werent supposed to hear. I tried to inconspicuously move (as if I were still
asleep) and get closer.

I mustve moved too fast because they looked over at me and saw me looking at them. They
immediately ceased talk. I assumed they would walk out of the room and resume their talk, but I
was wrong. Instead, Ms. Wright came over to me and lifted me out of the crib.

How would baby wike some yummy food? She asked cheerfully. I didnt respond, so she took it
as a yes and carried me out of the room. I couldnt figure out why she seemed to be drawn to me.
She was usually near me. I never saw her with anyone else, she was always with me.

When we got to the cafeteria, she deposited me into a highchair. She walked over to the prep table
and returned with food. Mushed food, but food nonetheless... I think. I was determined to find out
what was going on.. like why she was always near me and nobody else.

She seemed really cheerful. I guess it could be for someone who wasnt in the same predicament
as myself. As I opened my mouth to ask her why she was always near me, she shoveled food into
my mouth. And the worse part was, the food was terrible. I tried to spit it back out, but it wound
up running down my chin. She smiled and cleaned it up with the spoon and tried to re-feed it to
me. Only this time I wouldnt open my mouth.

She remained cheerful, at least for a little while anyways. Open up for the choo-choo train! I still
refused. Eventually she got tired of trying and pinched my nose shut, forcing me to open my mouth
for air. And the moment I opened my mouth, she shoved food in. I almost spit it back out when she
gave me one of her looks. I quickly thought better of it.

Finally, when the horrid food was all gone, I had the opportunity to talk. Ms Wright, why are you
always near me? It seems like youre always close to me.

She smiled before answering. Well, this was going to be explained later on tonight in front of
everyone, but since you asked, Ill tell you. For each child, there is one orderly. In other words,
each child has one main person to change them, feed them and take care of them. I chose to be
in charge of you. Beginning tomorrow, we were going to break this large group up, into groups of
four. Were generally trying to keep friends together, so you, Miquela and Lauren will be together
along with one other person. The reason for this is so that it will be easier keeping track of
everyone.

Why did you choose me? I asked unemotionally.

Again, she smiled before answering. Because you interest me. I knew you were going to be an
interesting one the moment you came into my classroom and demanded to be allowed to go along
on the trip. I felt my face blush at that. I could tell from the very beginning that you were going
to be a challenge. Youve fought harder than anyone else so far, as I suspected you would.

I looked away when I couldnt think of anything else to say to her. She turned me head back
around to face her. Sweetheart, please know that Im here to help you, not hurt you. The whole
reason youre here is because you need help. Thats what this program is for.

I couldnt take it anymore. I couldnt stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. Before I
knew it, Ms. Wright had lifted me out of the highchair and was holding on to me, hugging me. I
knew I didnt catch myself in time when I heard myself utter something totally infantile. I..I
mi..miss my mommy and I wa..wanna go home. I said as I sobbed into her shoulder as she
hugged me.

Sshhh, its okay Baby. Itll get better, I promise. She said softly.

I knew others were coming into the cafeteria, but I couldnt get a hold of my emotions. It was like
I lost control of them too. When I was cried out, she carried me over to one of the chairs set up for
the meeting and sat down and held me in her lap. I laid my head back on her chest and eventually
fell asleep to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Ms. Wright woke me up when she carried me back to the room where our cribs were. You slept
through the meeting, but thats okay since I already explained everything to you. Im going to
change you and put you in bed, okay?

I nodded. She put me on the changing table and changed me into a set of four dry cloth diapers
and plastic pants. Then she snapped me up in a pink footed sleeper. Then she laid me down in the
crib. Goodnight, Baby. She said as she popped a pacifier in my mouth.

I think I fell asleep instantly. I woke up early the next morning. I could tell it was early because it
was barely light out. I knew it would be awhile before anyone came in, so I silently thought about
the previous day. For some reason, it had been emotional. I broke down in front of Ms. Wright and
cried. It felt even weirder that she held me and comforted me. But it also felt natural, right.

I dozed on and off until the orderlies started coming into the room. When Ms. Wright came over to
my crib, I turned my head away from her, because I was suddenly embarrassed of the way I broke
down yesterday. But that didnt stop her from lifting me out of the crib and carrying me to a
changing table.

As she laid me on my back and changed me, I did my best to avoid looking at her. My attempts
must have been obvious because she knew that I was trying to avoid looking at her. Baby, why
are you avoiding me? She asked as she lifted my chin, making me look directly into her eyes. I felt
my lip quiver, but I couldnt bring myself to answer.

Youre not embarrassed about yesterday, are you? I looked away again, more or less confirming
what she had suspected. I felt her pull me into another hug. Its okay, theres no need to be
embarrassed about that. Babies cry, its okay to cry. Thats why Im here, to take care of you and
make you feel better when youre sad. I hugged her back.

Okay, how about we go get some breakfast? She added cheerfully. Her ploy worked because it
put me in a better mood, especially since I was hungry.

She carried me to the cafeteria. Once she secured me in a highchair she gave me a choice of what
I wanted for breakfast. The choices werent great, but it was the fact that she gave me a choice.
I chose oatmeal and toast.

It didnt take me long to finish my breakfast. Ms. Wright handed me a bottle of apple juice as she
carried me into another huge room, which was actually several rooms all connected. She put me
down on one of the play mats and sat next to me.

Okay, this is your new room. This is where youll generally be staying from now on. Since weve
sectioned off into groups of four, this is where your group will be. In here theres a playroom, a
changing/bath room, and a room with the cribs. Once a week well let everyone play together in
the main play room so you can see your other friends some. It shouldnt be long before the others
join us. She explained before standing back up and going over to a desk where she got on the
computer.

It wasnt long before Miquela and her orderly came in. Soon after, Lauren and her orderly entered,
followed by another girl and her orderly. All three of them were placed in the same area as me. I
was relieved to see Lauren and Miquela again. I had a lot to tell them. The orderlies left us without
introducing us to the other girl.

I was the first to extend an offer of friendship. She eagerly accepted. She said her name was
Jennifer and that she didnt have any friends on this trip. The four of us spent some time getting
to know each other. Turns out, Jennifer was here due to some behavioral problems. She wasnt a
really bad kid, its just that her parents felt that she needed some straightening out. I would be
mad if my parents put me into this.
After we had gotten acquainted, I turned my attention towards Miquela and Lauren. You guys, I
feel like Im losing my footing. I find the toddler side of myself taking control more and more. I
actually broke down yesterday and cried!

We know. Miquela said. We saw you crying when we were brought into the cafeteria. At this
point, learning that really didnt do much for my self-esteem. But to be honest, Ive felt the same
way. I dont even feel like myself anymore. I can feel myself slipping back into my childhood.

Lauren only nodded. I spoke again, So has anyone thought anymore about.. you know? Miquela
and Lauren both shook their heads. Jennifer asked what I was talking about. I explained to her
that we were all trying to come up with a solid escape plan. I spoke quietly so that Ms. Wright and
the orderlies wouldnt hear me.

I continued, Ive been doing a lot of thinking about it, but I havent gotten anywhere. Theyve got
this place pretty well secured and the chances of escaping in a four-year-olds body is slim. But
what I noticed a little while ago, is that this place is equipped with computers, which probably
means an internet connection. An internet connection means contact with the outside world. I was
thinking that maybe we could get word out via an email?

Im surprised I never noticed the computers. Miquela said. But now that you mention it, that
would be a good way to let our friends back at school know whats going on.

Wait a minute, you guys. Lauren said cautiously. What are the chances of someone from school
actually believing whats happening to us? Seriously, who is going to believe that were being held
against our will, being forced into diapers and being turned into a toddler? It seems pretty out
there, dont you think? Lauren explained.

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. The chances of someone believing us, would be slim.
However, I did have one really good friend still at school that might believe that story. Sarah.
What about Sarah? Shes always been a good friend and has always been there for us whenever
weve needed her help. I reasoned.
Well, shed probably be the only one who would believe us if we sent an email like that explaining
what was happening to us. Miquela said.

Timing is the key factor in pulling that off. Cause wed need to have at least 10 minutes to get on
the computer and compose an email. That would mean getting all staff members out of a room
were in, OR sneaking into an unoccupied room with a computer. Both are risky and probably near
impossible. Also, wed need to take into consideration.. I stopped there because Miquela and
Lauren were throwing me weird looks again so I figured someone was approaching from behind
me.

I turned and looked. Thankfully they were still approaching and not already behind me. That gave
me some confidence that they hadnt heard anything I said. I know if we get caught, Im probably
gonna be the one dubbed as the mastermind behind the plan... thus getting me in more trouble
even if its gonna take all of our efforts to pull this stunt off. I realized that we really wouldnt be
escaping this place, but step one would be letting everyone back home know what really happened
to us.

The one approaching was Miquelas orderly, Jessie. I watched Miquelas expression change. It was
almost as if I could see the toddler side taking over because her eyes lit up and her voice held
excitement. Jessie!

Jessie went straight to Miquela and picked her up, eliciting a giggle out of Miquela. I had to admit,
it was kinda scary watching my best friend transform into a toddler right before my eyes. We were
fine when the orderlies werent around, but when they came to us, it was as if they had a power
over us that made the toddler side take over. I was beginning to wonder if we were being drugged
in some way.

Jessie carried Miquela away from us and started playing with her. I watched them engage in a
tickling battle, Miquela losing of course. I looked at Lauren and said Its kinda sickening to watch,
but I bet the same things happen to us. Lauren nodded.

I turned my attention towards Jennifer. So Jen, are you gonna help us with our plan?
Are you kidding me!? Of course! I cant wait to get out of this place and these diapers! Then Im
going to take my parents to court and demand emancipation. She said excitedly.

Im glad youre going to help, but I seriously doubt the judge will grant you emancipation.

Jennifer sighed, Yeah, youre probably right. Hey, you dont suppose Jessie suspects something
and came and got Miquela with hopes of getting something out of her, do you?

Hmmm, I hadnt thought of that. You could be right. Well, if thats what shes doing then theres
nothing we can do because its up to Miquela. They might try to do the same thing to us. If thats
the case, just try to hold strong. Lauren and Jennifer both nodded.

So, when do we wanna try to email Sarah? Lauren asked.

Im not really sure, its hard to say for sure since we arent very familiar with out routine yet. But
the sooner, the better in my opinion. I said. Jennifer nodded her agreement.

Nobody said anything and it wasnt long before I saw Ms. Wright making her way over towards me.
I could feel my heart rate speeding up and my spirits lifting for some reason. I hated that she had
this kind of power over me, but it felt so.... good.

I was trying with all my heart and soul to fight it. She must have sensed my struggle when she
picked me up. Whats wrong, Baby?

Umm, um, I uhh.. I just kept stuttering since my mind went blank and I couldnt think of a thing
to say.

You can tell me, Baby. She said calmly and softly.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of everything that makes me angry. Anything to keep me
from thinking about how much I was enjoying Ms. Wright being there and holding me. I could feel
my energy draining due to my intense concentration, but I was still losing the battle. My body was
winning over my mind and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I felt her carry me a little ways and then sit down in a rocking chair and hold me. I felt her start
rocking and slowly I relaxed, knowing I lost the battle of will power. I fell into the trap that they
were setting. I let myself enjoy her, again. I felt her slip a pacifier into my mouth before slipping
into a deep slumber.

When I woke back up, I was still sitting on her lap. That only left me wondering how long I had
been out of it. I also realized that I still had the pacifier in my mouth. I turned my head around so
that I was looking up at her. She looked into my eyes. I had never felt so vulnerable than I did at
that moment. It was as if she could see into me and read all of the hurt and confusion contained
inside of me. I could read it in her eyes that she knew how I felt inside and it was awkward. I
wasnt sure what to do because neither of us said anything.

Finally, I started squirming around, anything to make the awkwardness go away. What I found
really odd, was that I wanted a stuffed animal right then to hold on to. Eventually she put me back
on the floor where I waddled back over to the group.

Holy shit, Dylan. I have never seen you like that before in my life! Lauren expressed.

What do you mean? I asked.

It was so weird. When Ms. Wright picked you up, I saw you do the same thing that Miquela did,
only then you closed your eyes and you started shaking really bad like you were really mad, and
then you slowly relaxed and fell asleep. she said quietly.

How long was I asleep?

Not very long. Only about a half hour at the most.

I looked around and spotted Miquela. She was in her crib, sound asleep, oblivious to the rest of the
world. I didnt like the vulnerability that came with the body of a four-year-old. It scared me to
death. I sat there and watched the four adults interact with one another. They acted like theyve
known each other a long time.

I made up my mind right then that I wanted to get that email sent out tonight. I was gonna try to,
anyways.

Guys, I said to Lauren and Jennifer. I wanna get that email sent out tonight. Lets come up with
a plan to do it, cause were obviously not gonna be able to use the computer in here since the
adults sleep in here.

Well, I think I remember seeing a computer in the cafeteria. I doubt therell be anyone there in
the middle of the night. Jennifer said.

That would be a good place to access a computer. I agreed.

Yeah, one person could stand outside the door to this room, one at the entrance of the cafeteria
and one guarding the one typing the email. The reason for the guards is to alert the typer of
anyone coming so they can hurry up. Lauren reasoned.

Thats a good idea, now we just need to wait until Miquela wakes up so we can inform her of the
plans. I said. They both nodded. Well just have to be really careful when we climb out over the
crib rail and when opening the doors. The last thing we want to do is wake them up.

The three of us rolled a ball around for awhile to occupy ourselves while we waited for Miquela to
wake up. Eventually she did and Jessie brought her over to join us in our play.

The minute Jessie left us alone, I began filling Miquela in on the details. She displayed her go get
em face and I knew it was good with her. The three of us definitely had plenty of experience, and
from the way Jennifer talked, it sounded like she did too. I think we had the best team possible to
pull this off if there ever was a good combination of sneaky toddlers.

Before long, the staff came over and picked us up and carried us to the cafeteria for lunch. While
we were there, we saw almost everybody else that came along for this trip. Everybody looked
pretty peaceful, as if they had already come to accept their situation.

I really couldnt believe how patient Ms. Wright was with me. She always seemed so patient and
understanding. After feeding me dinner, she carried me back to our nursery and sat down in the
rocking chair and began feeding me my bottle of apple juice.

As she fed me the bottle, she also began talking to me very softly. You know Baby, it would make
things easier if you just called me Mommy while youre here. I was almost asleep until she said
that, then I was wide awake. I spit the bottle out.

I couldnt call you that! That would be so weird, especially since youre not my mom, and what
makes it even weirder is that youre my teacher! I exclaimed really loud.

Calm down, Baby. I just thought it might make things a little easier on you while youre here. And
Im not trying to take the place of your real mommy. Besides, after the short time youve been
here, do I really still feel like your teacher? She said soothingly.

To be honest, no she didnt. She didnt feel like a teacher to me anymore. She felt sorta like a....
mommy. Damn, she backed me into that one. Oh well, I didnt owe her an explanation, cause I still
wasnt gonna call her mommy.

After realizing that I wasnt going to respond, she put the bottle back into my mouth and let me
finish it. Afterwards, she put me in a really big playpen for some reason. As the others came in,
their orderlies put them in the playpen with me. But all three of them left right after dropping them
off. Only Ms. Wright was still in the room with us and I guess she just felt safer if we were
someplace she knew we couldnt get into trouble at.

Since the four of us already had our plans laid out, we decided it would be safer not to discuss
them anymore in case of being overheard by someone. So instead, we played with large Legos,
working together to build a big castle. We played for a long time before Ms. Wright got up and got
us each ready for bed, including changing our diapers and putting us into a footed sleeper.
The whole point of the plan was to stay awake and leave after the staff was already asleep. One
by one, the other staff members returned. They appeared tired and it wasnt long before
everybody was in bed asleep. I stood up in my crib and slowly climbed out. I was really glad that
the staff beds were in a different room than the cribs. Once I succeeded in climbing out of my crib,
I walked over to the others cribs, motioning that it was time to put our plan into action. Carefully,
each of them climbed out of their crib. We quietly walked across the playroom to the door. It
squeaked a little when we opened it, but otherwise it was quiet.

Jennifer volunteered to stay outside our room door. The rest of us treaded towards the cafeteria.
Lauren stood guard at the entrance to the cafeteria while Miquela and I made our way towards the
computer. Miquela, warn me if you see anyone. Miquela nodded.

I didnt have any problem getting to my hotmail account, but when I got to the typing part I was
having trouble because my motor skills werent as sharp as a four-year-old as they were as a
teenager. I decided to abbreviate a lot and not even use complete sentences.

Sarah,

Help. Were prisoners. Forcing us to wear diapers. Turned us into toddlers physically. Were stuck
here. Please help.

-Dylan


I had finished signing my name and was about to hit the send button when somebody picked me
up. Damn! I thought I was actually gonna make it. I never once thought about the consequences
that might come as a result of this stunt, that is until now. Now I couldnt stop thinking about how
much trouble we were gonna be in.

I couldnt see who picked me up, but when I looked around, I saw that Miquela and Lauren were
both gone. My first thoughts were that they ditched me when they saw someone coming. This
person carried me away from where our room was located. Eventually we entered a room and I
saw Miquela, Lauren and Jennifer already there and waiting.

The person sat me down on a chair next to them and thats when I saw it was a guy. I couldnt help
myself I lost control and started sobbing. I was terrified of older men, and being in this small,
vulnerable body made it so much worse. Eventually, Miquela managed to calm me down, thats
when the guy finally spoke.

This is the security office. Would you mind telling me what you were doing out of your rooms and
on the computer of all places? He demanded.

From somewhere I found the strength to talk when I realized that nobody else was going to. Well,
I was trying to email a friend back home and tell her what has happened to us!

Well now. That didnt work out like you planned, did it? He said gruffly. Now tell me what room
youre from so I can turn you over to your caretakers.

I figured that since Jennifer had been caught, he would know which room we were from since she
was standing right outside the door. I looked over at her and I heard her whisper, I came looking
for you all.

I really wasnt sure I should tell him which room were from or not. I mean, theyd figure it out
eventually because our caretakers would report us missing in the morning. Finally after a long
silence I mumbled, Ms. Wrights room.

Thank you. He said gruffly. Now lets go. He said as he picked all four of us up. In no time at
all, we were standing in front of the door leading into our room as the security guard pounded on
the door. It was a few moments before the door was answered and with my luck, it was Ms.
Wright.

For a few short moments I thought her expression was funny. I watched as her jaw literally
dropped open. She was dumbfounded for a few moments. I guess she was trying to figure out how
we managed to get out of our cribs and out the door without being seen or heard. Finally she
spoke, I really dont even know what to say, except thanks for bringing them back.

The officer nodded, handed us over and then walked off. Once the door was shut, she exploded on
us. What were you four doing!?! Thats when the other three caretakers came out, looking
groggy.

Whoa. Jessie said. What are they doing up?

Your guess is as good as mine! Ms. Wright said angrily.

What were you all doing up? Jessie demanded.

After a long pause, Miquela spoke up. We were emailing a friend back home and letting her know
whats happened to us!

Ms. Wright shook her head in disbelief. Oh dont worry, I got caught before I could hit the damn
send button! I said angrily towards Ms. Wright. She acted surprised over the way I talked to her.
She should know me better than that by now.

Until now the other two staff members were quiet. Nicole, Jennifers caretaker spoke up. I think
these four naughty little girls need a reminder of what happens to little girls who dont listen.

I agree. Zoe, Laurens caretaker, replied.

I gulped, because I knew what was coming. I didnt want it to, especially after the first time, but
I knew it was coming nonetheless. I looked up and saw Ms. Wright glaring at me. I really wanted
the floor to open up and swallow me, but it didnt.

All four of us were picked up by our caretaker and carried to a chair. Ms. Wright sat me on her knee
as she pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned my cloth diapers. To my chagrin, tears were
already streaming down my face, but I remained silent.
Then she put me over her knee and started spanking my bum. It was horrible, but nothing I did,
stopped the rain of spanks coming down on my vulnerable bottom. I howled and cried. Finally
when I broke down and laid across her lap sobbing, she stopped. She turned me over and sat me
up. I reached for her neck and hugged it tightly. I.. Im so.. sorry mom.. mommy. I said as I cried
into her neck.

After a few minutes, she pulled me away, sshh Baby, its alright. She laid me down and pinned
my diapers back onto me before carrying me over to my crib. She laid me down into it and then
leaned down and whispered to me we have some talking to do in the morning, Baby Girl. Before
she walked away, she pulled out a pacifier and put it in my mouth. The steady rhythm of sucking
the pacifier put me to sleep in no time, despite my burning backside.

I awoke happy and peaceful the next morning. For some reason my spirit felt light and carefree.
When Ms. Wright entered the room, I felt my spirit soar and I wanted nothing more than for her
to hold me. My brain told me Ms. Wright, but when I said it, it came out as Mommy and it felt right.
She smiled and lifted me out of the crib.

She carried me to the cafeteria and fed me my breakfast and took me to the changing area in our
nursery. She changed me into a set of four cloth diapers and a t-shirt. Then she took me outside
on the beach. We sat on a bench and watched the waves for a little while before she spoke.

You know Dylan, youve been making things a lot harder than they have to be. This whole trip
wasnt meant to punish anyone. This trip was to help you all become better people by learning how
to behave and live a little without always focusing on your future. She explained, speaking to me
like another adult.

Yeah I know, but this whole thing of being small really umm, uhh, never mind. I said, deciding
not to share my reason of not accepting this with her.

Dylan, the whole reason each child was assigned a caretaker was so that each child would get the
attention and guidance that they need. Thats what Im here for. Im here to help you and its hard
to help you if you dont open up to me. she said softly.

I sighed and looked down at the sand. I wanted to tell her but I was scared to. She started talking
again, not leaving the silence go too long.

I talked to the security officer this morning and he said that as soon as you saw him, you started
getting hysterical. Do you wanna talk about it and tell me why?

I continued looking down at the sand. I was trying to think of a way to answer her. Ive never told
anybody my secret before and I didnt know how to do it. I uhh, I started crying cause I saw that
it was a guy. I quickly glanced at her, noticing that she was confused. Im um sc.. scared of older
guys.

She pulled me up onto her lap and held me. Why are you scared of older men, Baby?

I hadnt thought about this is a long time. I used to have nightmares when I was little, but I never
told my parents what the nightmares were about. They just assumed it was the Boogey Man or
something along those lines. I had always done so well suppressing my fear, but last night I totally
lost it when I turned around and saw a guy of about 40 staring at me. I.. I.. I.. I tried to tell her
but my emotions took over and I started sobbing again.

She held me and comforted me until I calmed down. I tried again. When I was little, my uncle...
he h.. hurt me. I said quietly.

Ms. Wright immediately turned me around to face her, but I avoided her gaze. Baby, how did he
hurt you? She asked, concerned.

Barely above a whisper, he raped me. That was all I could get out before I started sobbing all
over again. Why couldnt I control my emotions like I always had? By that time Ms. Wright pulled
me into a tight hug and held me like that for a long time.

Finally she pulled away and asked, Do your parents know?
I shook my head no.

Okay Baby, why dont we head back up to the nursery? Maybe after lunch we can come back
down and do some swimming. She said excitedly, trying to lift my spirits again. I tried to act
excited but I failed miserably. Aww, come on Sweetheart. Well work on this and try to make it
better, okay? I nodded. She picked me up and carried me back to the nursery. She put me down
with the other three while she took care of some things.

Dylan, are you okay? Miquela asked.

I tried to smile, but Im not sure it looked much like a smile. I started tearing up and I was choked
up, but still managed to squeak out, Im fine. Even after I said it, I could feel the tears running
down my cheeks.

Miquela got up and hugged me. Dylan, I know you are not fine. Until we came here, you had
always been so in control of your emotions. But since weve been here, youve been crying a lot.
Somethings wrong and dont tell me there isnt because youre my best friend and I can tell when
somethings wrong.

I looked away, I really dont wanna talk about it, Miquela. I have a lot of problems and maybe its
good that Im here. I need help with my problems.

This isnt the same Dylan I knew a few weeks ago before we came here. You were so confident
and sure of yourself and sure of everything. You had everything going for you. Miquela said.

But thats where youre wrong. Did you ever consider the fact that maybe I was only pretending
that I was sure of myself and everything so that nobody would ever see how scared I really was?
I was always pretending to be in control because as long as everyone thought I was in control, the
less likely I was to get hurt. Im sorry if Im not the same person I was before.

Miquela and Lauren both got up and gave me a hug. Were your best friends forever, no matter
what. Nothing will ever change that. Lauren said.

Thanks, you guys are the best. I said quietly.

After that day, I fell into the routine of things and I let myself. I knew I needed a lot of help and
thats what this place was for. I found myself wanting to be around Ms. Wright at all times, and I
only called her Mommy.

Around the second month mark, Ms. Wright woke me up one morning and told me that today was
going to be a special day. Of course I wanted to know why. Ooohhhh, what are we doing today,
mommy?

Ah, its a surprise, but youll see before too long. she said, smiling. She changed me into an
unusually thick set of five cloth diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants. Then she put a short pink
t-shirt on me that had the word Princess written across it. After getting me dressed she took me to
the cafeteria for a quick breakfast before heading to the main playroom on the fourth floor, which
is the very first room we were in.

I walked in and I didnt know what to say or do. My mom and dad were in there with lots of other
parents. My toddler emotions took over again. Mommy! I said as I ran and jumped into her arms.

Hi Sweetheart, how are you? My mom asked tenderly.

Oh, Im good Mommy. Did you come to take me home? I asked innocently.

I saw my mom smile sadly before answering, Im sorry Baby, but its not time for you to come
home yet.

Aww, why not? I whined.

Because you have to stay here and learn. She said softly.

Oh.

About that time, my dad spoke up. Well, arent you gonna give your dad a hug?

I smiled and ran into his arms and gave him a hug. It felt good to have his strong arms wrapped
around me. I felt safe like nothing would ever hurt me.

After I hugged my dad, Ms. Wright spoke. Now if you dont mind, well go to a private conference
room now. My parents nodded.

My mom picked me up and carried me with her. It felt nice to be in her arms. Ms. Wright was great,
but it was so much better when it was your real mom.

Once we were all seated at a conference table in a private room, Ms. Wright spoke again, Well to
start, I am pleased to say that there has been progress. However, since starting this program, I
have stumbled across something disturbing about your daughter. It seems she has been harboring
a secret for most of her life. Shes told me that she was raped when she was little, which may be
the reason for her reluctance to accept herself at this stage in life again.

I knew that Ms. Wright was going to tell them because she had already talked it over with me that
she planned to share that with them eventually. I tried to keep my gaze on the floor.

The silence was too much for me to bear. I knew they must be looking at me thinking how horrible
of a daughter they have. I started sobbing again. This time, my mom rushed over and held me.
She carried me back to her chair and sat me on her lap.

My dad turned to me with tears in his eyes, Who did that to you, Baby?

I was hiccuping from crying, but eventually I stammered out my response, uncle Simon. I
whispered. I saw anger in my dads eyes that I had never seen before. I knew he wanted to say
something, but he didnt.

When the room was silent again, Ms. Wright began talking again. Weve had some trouble out of
this one, but I think shes adjusted pretty well.

I could feel my face blush as my mom asked what kind of trouble.

Well her first morning in her new body she put up a big fight and swore at me, so she was spanked
for that. And then, at the end of the second week, she and three others snuck out in the middle of
the night to use a computer to email a friend, which is strictly forbidden. Of course she was soundly
spanked on her bare bottom for that stunt too.

My mom turned me around so that I was looking at her, which made me blush even more knowing
that my parents knew I got spanked... twice.

After that stunt, she calmed down considerably. Ive been doing what I can to help her deal with
her past and come to accept it, but its slow going. Not to mention, were working on that pride as
well.

My parents nodded and then my dad stood up. Well Im glad we had the chance to discuss her
progress and I will have to say that I am pleased with the program and its results.

Well thank you Mr. Walters. Now if you would like, feel free to spend the afternoon with your four
year old daughter. Ms. Wright said, smiling.

My dad smiled and my mom stood and carried me out of the room. My dad stayed a moment
longer talking to Ms. Wright while we waited for him in the hall.

Honey, why didnt you tell us that you were... my mom left the rest unsaid.

I dunno. I just felt so bad about it and he made me promise not to tell anyone. He said that Id get
in a lot of trouble if I told anyone. Then as I learned what really happened, I was afraid that if I told
you, youd think I was a slut or something.

I heard my mom start crying as she pulled me closer. As my dad and Ms. Wright stepped out into
the hallway, Ms. Wright looked at me, Your Daddy would like to take you out for the day, so Im
going to temporarily disarm the microchip in your arm. Ms. Wright said as she pulled out a syringe
and injected the fluid into my arm where the first one was injected. Okay Dylan, youre ready to
go, and you know what will happen if you give them any trouble. Ms. Wright warned.

Thats right. Your mother or I will spank your naughty little butt if you dont listen. My dad
warned as well. I highly doubted that they would do that to me, but at this point I wasnt going to
test them.

My mom carried me outside to their car. I was surprised to see a car seat sitting in the back seat,
though. Apparently they had this planned out. As much as I detested my parents control over me,
I remained silent as my mom strapped me into the car seat.

What do ya know? Its a perfect fit! My mom said. Its the same car seat you sat in when you
were four years old the first time! she said, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes, Yeah, imagine that.

You know, I think your new lisp is absolutely adorable! My mom said to me.

What lisp? I didnt know I had a lisp. Did that mean that all this time that I thought I sounded like
my usual self, I actually sounded like a toddler as well!? Ugh. I didnt say anything back to her.

Okay Baby, My Dad started. Were gonna go get some lunch at Olive Garden!

Even though that was my favorite restaurant, I was less than enthusiastic about going. I couldnt
believe that my parents were really treating me like a four year old when I so obviously wasnt!

Once the car was parked, my dad unstrapped me and carried me inside. I saw my mom talking to
someone behind the desk and a few moments later he came out carrying a highchair. They were
intent on making me miserable for some reason. Maybe it was their way of getting back at me for
being so difficult.

Mom! Im not sitting in a highchair! I said trying to sound as grown-up as I could. But my
four-year-old voice made it sound more like I was a whining spoiled brat. I saw her frown at me.
My dad remained silent as he sat me down in the highchair and strapped me in.

Four-year-old body or not, this was humiliating. I still felt like a sixteen-year-old. Honey, its just
better if you sit in a highchair. My mom soothed.

I continued to pout. Better for who? I growled at her.

Dylan Marie! Your attitude is less than desirable and if I were you, Id change it pretty quick unless
you wanna find yourself with a sore bottom. My dad said rather loudly.

I continued to argue, forgetting that I was in a four-year-old body. I cant believe youre treating
me like this! Im 16 for crying out loud!

Yes, we know that. My mom said. But we have not guided you with the discipline that we should
have and as a result you have become an arrogant and disrespectful brat. Im afraid that things
have changed, Sweetheart. Were not going to let you get away with everything anymore. That
times over.

I was shocked. I couldnt believe that they were going to start being strict with me now, at the age
of 16, when Im almost an adult! I also couldnt believe that they thought that my personality
would change instantly. Now I was mad at them. When I couldnt think of anything to say, I just
glared at them.

I know they noticed my glare, but the waitress came before the said anything to me, about it.
What would you all like to drink? the waitress asked.

Pepsi for me, ice tea for my wife and do you think I could have some apple juice in a baby bottle
for her? My dad answered for us.

Sure thing, Ill be back in a minute with your drinks and then Ill take your order. she said before
briskly walking away.

I just stared at my dad. I couldnt believe him. First of all, Im 16 and I dont need a baby bottle,
even though Im in a four-year-olds body. Secondly, who even makes a four-year-old drink out of
a baby bottle anyways? Thats too old for a bottle in my opinion. Everything seemed so screwed
up. There was no way I could ever do something like this to my daughter.

Youre just a baby, you couldnt handle a regular glass. Remember, your motor skills arent as
developed as they were at 16. My mom said, gently.

About that time the waitress returned with our drinks. Naturally she placed the baby bottle in front
of me. She took our food orders and I didnt even get to choose for myself. Before the waitress
walked away again, she knelt down in front of me and started talking to me like I was really four
years old and incapable of comprehending anything.

Aww, whats your name sweetheart? she asked me.

My name is Dylan. I growled, doing my best to properly pronunciate.

You know youre a cute little girl. How old are you?

Im 16, cant you tell? I growled back at her, annoyed she hadnt gotten the hint the first time.

She looked taken aback and confused. My mom quickly jumped in, Dont be silly, Dylan. Youre
only four! she said, trying to make it look like I made a simple little mistake with my numbers.

The waitress smiled and walked away. Mom! I yelled. Whats wrong with you!? Im not four
years old, Im 16!

The smile from her face quickly faded, Listen here little girl, Im getting really tired of your attitude
and Im tired of the way you treat your father and me. We let it go for far too long and its time to
put an end to it now. Do you understand me?

I felt my eyes widen as I slowly nodded. Good. She said. And Im only trying to help you,
because youre making yourself look silly by trying to act like an adult when youre four years old.

But Im 16! I protested. I think I continued to put up a fight about being 16 for my own benefit.
I could feel myself slipping into a toddler state of mind. My parents didnt say anything in response
to me. I thought my dad had been unusually quiet.

We pretty much ate our lunch in silence. I was surprised that they actually let me feed myself,
which was a first in two months.

After we finished at Olive Garden, my dad drove us to the park. My mom got me out and carried
me over to a bench where they each sat beside me.

Dylan, we really wanna talk to you about what you said earlier in the conference room. My dad
said, quietly.

I knew exactly what they wanted to talk about. They wanted to talk about what happened to me
so many years ago. They wanted to talk about the rape. I mentally cringed. I hated talking about
it, especially since I cant control my emotions when Im talking about it.

I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Uncle Simon raped me, what more is there to
talk about? I said, avoiding their gaze.
My mom put her finger under my chin and lifted my head up so that I was looking into her teary
eyes. Baby this important. Talk to us about it. We want to be there for you. Dont shut us out like
youve gotten so good at doing.

Damn, why couldnt they just let it go? I hated crying, but crying in front of my parents was the
absolute worst. I hated them seeing me so vulnerable. In no time at all I could feel the warm fluid
running down my cheeks. Again I tried averting their gaze. My dad reached down to hug me, but
I jumped off the bench and ran to a nearby tree. I stayed with my back to them.

Whats wrong, Honey? My dad asked me.

Im not four, I dont need hugs to make everything all better anymore. I can handle things on my
own, just like I always have. I yelled at them.

You guys were never home and you always left me with him! If you had just stayed home and
taken care of your parental responsibilities, then we wouldnt be here right now! By the time I
finished yelling that last part, I fell to my knees, sobbing.

Immediately I felt myself being scooped up and I was in my moms arms. She held me close as she
cried. I caught a glimpse of my dad walking away. I knew I did it, I knew he hated me now, but
now they finally knew how I felt.

Exhausted from crying, I fell asleep in my mothers arms as she cradled me.

When I woke up, she was sitting on the bench again and I could tell it was late afternoon. I moved
so that she would know I was awake. Im sorry. I said quietly. I said it quiet enough that I didnt
think she could hear me, but she did.

Sorry for what, Baby?

Sorry for making Daddy hate me and sorry for making you cry. I said quietly.

Honey, Daddy doesnt hate you, he just needed some time to himself to think. And youre right,
we werent home as much as we should have been. Theres no need to apologize.

The timing was almost perfect, because a few minutes later, my dad walked up and said we
needed to get going. My mom put me in the car seat and we headed back to the facility.

She carried me back up to the fourth floor where we were met by Ms. Wright. I really didnt want
them to leave and I felt especially horrible since my dad hadnt said one word to me since I
practically blamed them for everything.

Before they turned to leave, my mom gave me a hug, I love you, Baby. Ill see you soon.

I cautiously looked at my dad before running into his arms, giving him a big hug. Im sorry Dad.
I said softly.

No, sweetie, Im sorry. You were right, we didnt live up to our parental responsibilities very well.
Well see you soon, Honey. I love you. He said before they turned and began walking towards the
escalator.

I felt a very deep sadness from within that I couldnt explain. No matter where Ive ever gone, I
have never missed my parents. Never. But I think that sadness came from the fact that I didnt
want them to leave me again. I wanted to stay with them.

I didnt say anything as Ms. Wright picked me up and carried me towards the cafeteria where she
fed me dinner. I didnt say one word to her the entire time.

Afterwards, she took me back to the nursery. We were the only ones in there because everyone
else had yet to return from being with their parents. She sat me down on the play mat as she went
over to the computer. I turned away from her. I turned towards the wall and just stared at it. I was
thinking of everything that led up to now. How I got here and everything in my past that made me
who I was.

I felt Ms. Wright come over and hug me. That was the first time that I realized that I was crying
again. I was so wrapped up in thought that I didnt even realize that my emotions had gotten the
best of me, again.

I didnt pull away from her, but I didnt exactly embrace her either. I just sat there, emotionless.
I could tell she wanted me to talk, but I didnt feel like it. Finally she said something. Is there
something you wanna talk about? she asked me.

I shook my head no and went back to staring at the wall. One by one, the others returned, but I
was oblivious to them. I continued to stare at the wall, lost in my thoughts. Im pretty sure that
Miquela and Lauren both tried to get my attention, but I phased them out. I had locked myself up
inside my own mind. I felt myself retreating.

Eventually, Ms. Wright came over, picked me up and carried me out of the room. She took me to
the changing room where she bathed me and changed me into clean diapers and jammies. She
tried to get me to talk several times, but I ignored her. After getting me ready for bed, she put a
pacifier in my mouth and laid me in my crib.

I laid awake for what seemed like hours before I finally fell asleep. I was thinking about everything
and nothing in particular. I felt detached from myself for some reason.

No sooner than I fell asleep, that I felt Ms. Wright lifting me out of the crib. I wanted to keep
sleeping, but there was nothing I could do. She expertly changed me and took me to the cafeteria
and fed me breakfast. She even took me down to the beach afterwards and tried talking to me
there, but I shut her out. I sat on the beach and stared at waves.

My emotional retreat from everybody continued for about a week. In that time, I never cried,
talked or acknowledged anyone or anything. I acted as though I were unconcerned with
everything. I know Ms. Wright was getting worried, but I ignored her every attempt to
communicate.

Finally, one week and one day after my parents visited, Ms. Wright took me to the pediatrician on
the premises. I guess she figured there might be something wrong with me. I let him stick and
probe me however he wanted to. I just stared off into space as he did so. I did nothing to
communicate with him. At the end of the examination, I heard him tell Ms. Wright that there was
absolutely nothing physically wrong with me. Afterwards we left.

She didnt take me back to the nursery, like usual. This time she carried me back down to the
beach. I really didnt wanna go down there, but little choice I had.

When we got down there, she put me on her lap as we sat on the sand watching the beautiful blue
ocean.

Its very pretty and relaxing, isnt it? She said.

I didnt respond.

She turned me around so that I was facing her. Please tell me whats wrong, Honey. You havent
said a word since your parents were here. She smiled as if she got an idea. Is that it, Baby? Do
you miss your parents?

She struck a nerve with me and I started bawling at the mention of my parents. She grabbed me
and hugged me tightly until I calmed down. Baby, your parents will come back to visit, I promise.
But thats no reason to shut out everyone that cares about you. Your best friends think youre mad
at them and Ive been worried to death that there was something physically wrong.

I stood up and hugged her tight. Im sorry. I didnt mean to lock myself up like that.

She smiled and before I knew what was happening, she pulled me down on the ground and started
tickling me! I laughed and told her to stop, but she kept on tickling me. She didnt stop until we
were both laying on our backs gasping for air and still laughing.

Then she scooped me up and carried me back inside. We went straight to the nursery, which was
expected. She sat me down with my friends. They didnt acknowledge me so I figured that they
really did think I was mad at them.

I waddled over to them. Hey guys. Im sorry I shut you out. Ive just been having a hard time
lately with some things.

Miquela and Lauren both smiled and ran over to me, giving me a hug, knocking me down in the
process. All three of us collapsed on the floor giggling. I saw Jennifer standing there watching us.
I got up, went over and gave her a hug. Maybe we can be better friends? I asked. She smiled
back.

My parents came back and visited twice more in the eight months time before the program was
over and the last time they were there to pick me up, rather than visit. It was hard to believe that
eight months had gone by so quickly. It seemed like only days ago that we first arrived here. On
the final day, all the parents gathered in the forum with their children to listen to the program
supervisor.

Good Afternoon. Im going to make this short as Im sure everyone is eager to get home, but
there are a few things I must go over before you leave. To the children, you will remain in a toddler
body for the entire summer, and over the period of the last week before school starting again, you
will return to your normal size. I think that our program has proved very effective and I appreciate
everyone who was involved. I believe that about sums it up. So I wish you all a good bye.

He smiled and stepped down. My mom was carrying me again and before we left, they took me
over to Ms. Wright who was standing by the door. My mom put me down and I ran over to Ms.
Wright who picked me up. Thank you sooo much for everything Ms. Wright! You really are the
coolest teacher ever, even if you arent really a teacher. But you still taught me a lot.

I looked up and I saw the tears in her eyes. You are a great student and it was my pleasure
working with you and helping you.

Bye Ms. Wright, Im gonna miss you. I said, sadly.

Ill miss you too, Baby. Good bye.

With one last hug, she handed me over to my mom again and we left. It felt weird knowing that
I was going home. That was a weird word. Home. It sounded so foreign. For the past eight
months, the facility that I was leaving had been my home. They fed me, and took very good care
of me. I couldnt believe I was saying it, but I was sad to be leaving.

I didnt talk much on the road home. I dozed most of the way since it was a long ride home. It was
about a twelve hour drive.

My mom unbuckled me and lifted me out of the car and actually let me walk to the house. It felt
kinda good to be home, even if I didnt really wanna leave the facility. Everything looked about the
same, I noticed as I walked in the house. I figured all my clothes and basically my entire room
would be untouched since I hadnt been home for almost a year.

It took some effort, but I managed to get up the steps. I almost screamed when I saw my room.
They changed my room into a freaking nursery! I thought my life was going to get back to normal
over the course of the summer. I had my room perfect, just the way I wanted it, and then they
went and turned it into a stupid nursery.

How do you like it? My mom said, coming up behind me.

I hate it! I yelled. Why did you turn my room into a nursery!? Im only supposed to be this size
for a few more months!

I knew my tone hit her hard, but I was pissed that they would do this to me. Well, we just thought
it would make the transition back home a little less stressful if some of the things stayed the same.
she said softly.

I actually thought I was going to be able to enjoy all of the things that I enjoyed before I left for
the facility, but it wasnt looking that way yet. My dad came up after hearing me yell.

Whats the problem? he asked.

I dont like my room. I said calmly and angrily. I want my old room back!

Well Im afraid thats too bad, because youre going to be that size for at least the rest of the
summer. he said.

What do you mean, at least?

Just what I said. We get to ultimately decide when you return to normal, and quite honestly, Im
not in any hurry for you to go back to the arrogant, disrespectful brat you were before.

I folded my arms, stomped my foot and pouted. Over the time I was at the facility, I picked up
more childish habits.

And that, Im afraid, he said, picking me up. will get you nothing but bed, young lady. he said
as he deposited me into the crib.

I threw myself back on the bed. God, I hate being home already! I muttered to myself.

What was that? my mom asked me.

I said.. as I began raising my voice, that I hate being home already!

Well, youre going to hate it a lot more if you keep that attitude. my dad said matter of factly.

I laid on my back pouting. When they realized I wasnt going to say anything else, they left the
room. I thought theyd be their usual selves, or at least a little sympathetic to the fact that I had
been away for the previous eight months. I was at a loss. I didnt know what to do since I had no
idea what they expected of me. I wanted more than anything to go back to the facility and be held
by Ms. Wright again.

I started sobbing quietly as I thought about how much I already hated being home. I hated the
way my parents were treating me. Eventually I managed to cry myself to sleep.


I woke up when my mom lifted me out of the crib and placed me on the changing table. She didnt
say anything as she proceeded to change my diapers. She pinned five cloth diapers onto me so
that it was incredulously thick. Afterwards, she carried me downstairs and put me in a playpen that
they set up.

I decided to try my mental retreat on my parents, which was what I did to Ms. Wright at the facility
by being unresponsive to everything. I just sat there and stared at the wall away from her.

It didnt take her long to realize that I wasnt doing anything except sitting there. She came over
and knelt down in front of me. I didnt move or utter a word.

Honey, whats wrong? she asked like she was concerned.

I didnt answer. I didnt even acknowledge her presence. She shrugged her shoulders and went
back into the kitchen where she was fixing dinner.

When it was ready, she came back and got me. She put me in a highchair that they had also set
up. Once I was seated, my dad came in from outside and took his seat. My mom took her seat right
next to me, unfortunately.

I assumed that theyd let me feed myself considering that they had thus far, but I was wrong. After
learning that they were going to feed me, I couldnt keep from responding to them. Of course I
would have been much better off if I remained unresponsive. Instead I took an aggressive
approach.

What!?! Youre not letting me feed myself!? I yelled at them.

No were not. We dont want to deal with a big mess and the only way to keep the mess down is
by feeding you ourselves. My mom said.

Somehow, she really knew which buttons to push to piss me off. Actually, to be honest, she didnt
have to do much to piss me off. Almost everything she or my dad did, pissed me off. It was just one
of those things where I cant stand my parents. I glared back at them.

My mom tried feeding me, but it wound up on my face instead of my mouth since I refused to open
it. I could tell my mom was getting angry with me, but I didnt care. I was going to put my foot
down and maybe then things would go back to the way they used to be.

Okay young lady, I highly suggest you open your mouth. You have been a brat ever since you
arrived home today. If you think for one minute that things are going to be the same as they used
to be, then youre sadly mistaken little girl. My mom said.

She said things wouldnt be like they used to be, well I hope she expected one hell of a fight out
of me, then. I never go down without a fight. Never.

My dad stayed quiet and let my mom deal with me. For some reason he had seemed pretty
unconcerned with me my entire life. At times he acted like he cares, and Im sure he does, but I
really wished hed show it more often.

I clamped my mouth shut and closed my eyes, telling my mom that I had no intention of opening
my mouth. Finally, she tried pinching my nose shut. I held my breath for as long as I could, but
when I finally gasped for air, she shoved food in my mouth. I immediately spit it back out, making
a mess. She glared at me for a moment before getting up and cleaning the mess up.

I thought I had won this battle until she finished cleaning the mess up and then lifted me out of the
highchair. She took me upstairs and unpinned the diapers I was wearing.
Oh my God, why did I have to keep pushing her? I really did think that they were bluffing when
they threatened to spank me. They had never once spanked me in my entire life, and I certainly
couldnt believe that they were going to start now.

Youre not seriously gonna spank me! I pleaded.

Yes Dylan, I am seriously going to spank you. she said.

But youve never spanked me before!

Yes and that is a mistake that your father and I deeply regret. Perhaps if we spanked you when
you were younger, you wouldnt have turned out to be such a disrespectful brat. And since youre
young again, your father and I have agreed that it would be a good opportunity to do the things
we should have the first time. she explained, all the while unpinning my diapers.

I couldnt stop from crying as she put me over her lap. I kinda knew I had it coming and that I
deserved it, but as the old saying goes, old habits die hard. My mom was new to this kinda thing
and I wasnt real sure what to expect.

She started spanking, slowly at first and then speeding up after a few minutes. It really hurt, but
thats expected. She spanked me for a really long time, much longer than Ms. Wright did. By the
time she said she was finished, I was hiccuping from crying so much.

Now I want you to go stand in the corner until I tell you to come out. And I better not see you
rub! she said sternly.

I tearfully walked over to the corner where I stood. The itching and burning in my bum was bad
enough to make me wonder what was worse, the spanking or this. My mom stood there the whole
time watching me. I could feel her eyes on me.

When she told me that I could come out, she came over and gave me a big hug. Im sorry that I
had to spank you, Baby. It really does hurt me more than it does you. I would never want anything
to happen to my baby girl. I really hope you wont make me have to do that again. she said as she
lifted me up on a changing table. She re-pinned the diapers onto me and sent me back downstairs.

When I walked back into the kitchen, my dad looked up at me. I knew that he knew I just got
spanked. I was extremely embarrassed. My mom walked into the room and put me back into the
highchair. Were going to try this again.

She began feeding me the mashed potatoes and this time I didnt resist. Fighting wasnt worth the
spanking it got me. I would really just rather go along with things than get a spanking.

After she finished feeding me, she began talking. I mentioned before that your father and I were
treating this as another chance to redo your early childhood, well I would like to let you know what
that means. It means that for the summer, I am on leave from my job at the office to be home with
you.

And I, my dad started Have taken a months vacation time so that we could actually go on a
vacation and spend time together.

We really wanna do this right for you, Baby. my mom finished.

I really wasnt sure how they wanted me to answer, so I shrugged.

Apparently they took it as an okay. Good, because I thought wed go to Disney land for 2 weeks
and then take a road trip the other 2 weeks! my dad said, happily.

Despite my brain saying no, I felt the corners of my mouth lift to a smile. I couldnt help but be
excited. My parents were always too busy for a vacation before and now were essentially going on
a month long vacation! The only part that sucked was that Id be going in my four-year-old body.
Oh well, a small price to pay I suppose. No pun intended.

They already had everything planned and booked before they even told me about it. In fact,
everything was set so that we would be leaving in two days. Considering the fact that we lived in
Northern Virginia, it was going to be a long car ride to Disney World. I figured Id probably sleep
most of the way because my four year old body was programmed that way.

Since I had never been to Disney World or even on a vacation with my parents before, I was really
excited. Things passed without incident until the night before we were supposed to leave. I was so
excited that I couldnt sleep, and it didnt help matters that my parents even put me to bed extra
early that night. I think they put me in my crib about 7:30. After laying in my crib for awhile,
thinking about how great our vacation would be, I got restless, and quietly climbed out of the crib.

I wanted to do something. Laying in bed when you cant sleep is soooo boring! I went into my
closet and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. I threw them back into the crib so I could
climb back in.

I colored for a long time, it seemed. I was busy coloring a picture of Baby Sylvester. What are you
doing?

I jumped and looked up to see my mom staring down at me. Oh, uh coloring. I stammered.

You know that you should be sleeping since we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow. She said
softly.

I know, but I wasnt sleepy! I protested. How did you know that I wasnt asleep? I asked.

I didnt. I always come in to check on you at night. She said.

That kinda made me mad. You didnt do that when I was a teenager, so why are you doing it
now!?

Yes, I did come in and check on you at night when you were a teenager. I even stayed up at night
when you didnt come home when you were supposed to.
How come I didnt know you stayed up for me? I said, still not wanting to concede.

Because I didnt think you needed to know. I just wanted to make sure that you did come home.
Baby, I want you to know that your father and I do love and care about you very much. How could
one of us not stay up to make sure that you did get home safe and sound? Ive come to realize that
we were wrong in our parenting style there too. We shouldve punished you for breaking curfew.
Ive been doing a lot of talking with a specialist in this area and she said that a lot of children will
act out when their parents dont set boundaries. The child doesnt feel loved or cared for when
there arent any boundaries.

Ugh. I hated it when she lectured me like this. Its worse than when she just yells at me. When she
explains things calmly and softly, it makes me feel bad. I decided I wasnt going to say anything
since I clearly lost this battle.

My mom reached down into the crib and took the coloring book and crayons from me. She put
them away while I pouted. She came back over and hugged me and gave me a kiss. I love you,
Dylan. she said as she walked out of my room and closed the door.

Actually, that made me feel really good. But regardless, it didnt help me go to sleep. I tossed and
turned all night long. I was still awake when my mom came in early to get me ready to go.

Apparently I didnt look very good because my mom questioned me. Whats wrong, Honey? Do
you feel okay? I nodded and yawned. Then my mom smiled, Oh I get it, you couldnt sleep last
night, could you? I smiled weakly.

She changed my wet diapers and put me into a super thick set of cloth diapers. I asked her why
didnt she let me wear a disposable for the trip. Because a thick set of cloth diapers will hold more
and we wont have to stop as often. And that means that well get there sooner.

I still protested. But then everyone can tell Im wearing diapers! I know Im in a four year old
body, but even four year olds arent in diapers anymore!

It seems like my mom has an explanation for everything. Theyll just think youre big for a baby.
And besides, well put you in a swim diaper once we get to the park.

I was too tired to argue with her and its not like it would do any good. Once my mom made up her
mind, that was usually it unless you made a very good point.

She got out a pair of overalls to put on me, but they wouldnt fit over the diapers! She told me that
I would probably be more comfortable in just a shirt and my diapers, anyways. I probably would
be as long as I stayed in the car!

My mom carried me out and put me in a car seat while my dad brought out our bags. He threw
them in the trunk and then we were set to go. It was still dark out and when I looked at the clock
it read 4:30. We were really getting an early start.

It didnt take me too long to fall asleep to the humming sound the car made. I slept until my dad
woke me up as were stopping for breakfast. I was still really tired and would have rather kept
sleeping than eat breakfast. We stopped at a Shoneys and my dad was already unfastening the
buckle when I realized that they were taking me in without any pants.

Being as tired as I was, when I realized that I would be going in there without any pants on, I
started to cry. My mom told my dad to go ahead inside and order all of us the breakfast buffet. My
mom stayed outside with me while I calmed down. She kept telling me that Id never see any of
these people ever again. Finally she lifted me out of the car and put me down to walk in.

I didnt wanna walk in. I lifted my arms to her and indicated that I wanted her to carry me. She
picked me up and started carrying me in. I could at least hide my face this way.

I really enjoyed my breakfast, even though the waitress was really annoying. She kept
baby-talking to me and it made me mad and wanna cry at the same time. Right before we left, she
got down to eye level with me and told me to be a good baby. Get the hell away from me. I
growled at her in a low voice. I said it low enough to where my parents didnt hear me, but I
shocked her speechless. Her mouth hung open and she didnt know what to say. She stood up
quickly and told my parents to have a good afternoon and then practically ran away. I think my
mom noticed the way the waitress acted because she looked at me.

My mom picked me up and carried me out to the car while my dad paid. Dylan, what did you say
to the waitress?

I didnt say anything to her, Mommy. I said innocently. I could tell that my mom didnt believe
me, but she didnt say any more about it.

I fell asleep once we were on the road again. I slept a long time and when I woke up I could tell
that it was late afternoon. My dad asked me where I wanted to eat. McDonalds! I practically
screamed in excitement.

I wouldnt have touched McDonalds food before because the sports that I played required a pretty
strict diet. I couldnt afford all that fat slowing me down. But what four year old really cares about
how healthy a certain food is?

McDonalds it is! my dad said happily as we exited the interstate and found the nearest
McDonalds. When my mom got me out of the car seat, she noted how wet my diaper was and said
that I needed a change. Unfortunately for me, she decided that the car was a good place to do it,
right there in the parking lot.

My dad carried me inside while my mom ordered our food. He chose a table outside in the
playground area.

As I ate my chicken nugget happy meal, I kept watching the other kids play and I thought about
how much fun it looked like. When I finished eating my mom asked me if I wanted to go play. I
really wanted to go play for a little while, but at the same time Im 16 and 16 year olds dont play
on playgrounds!

I guess my mom saw the conflict I was having and told me that I had to go play for a little while.
That made me feel a little better. But I tried to play where they couldnt see me. I didnt want them
to see me have fun.

I went into Toddler Mode because my 16 year old brain had no control. I quickly found another girl
whom I made friends with. We played in the balls and went down the slide together. We were
having a lot of fun together and then I heard my dad tell me that it was time to go. I slid down the
slide to where he was waiting.

Do we have to go so soon? I pleaded.

Yes sweetheart; we need to get back on the road. he said.

Please cant we just stay a little while longer? I continued pleading.

Dylan, your dad said no, now come on. My mom said sternly.

Okay. I sighed. I really didnt wanna go yet. I walked along behind them, kinda upset that I
couldnt play just a little bit longer. I was having a lot of fun.

My mom buckled me in and we were back on the road again. I was getting tired of being in a car.
I didnt fall back asleep this time. I pretended to be asleep so I could listen to what my mom and
dad talked about.

Their topic of choice was me. Big surprise. My dad started talking first.

Dad:
When are you going to tell her that she wont be going back to school?

Mom:
Im not sure, I havent decided yet.

Dad:
Do you think shell be happy about the decision?
Mom:
No, but we agreed when we started this, that we were going to do whatever it took to get our
daughter back on the right track. So far I think were doing a pretty good job.

After that, they went on and discussed other things that I really didnt care about. I couldnt believe
that they had no intention of letting me go back to school. How was I supposed to go to a good
college or play sports or do anything?

After a little while I opened my eyes and pretended to just wake up. I was tired of keeping my eyes
closed when I wasnt sleepy. It was already dark out when we pulled into a parking lot.

Were here! My dad said happily.

I excitedly looked around and sure didnt see any Disney World! This isnt Disney World!

No sweetheart, my dad said, this is our hotel. Its too late to visit Disney World tonight. We left
our bags in the car while we went inside to check in and get our room key. Once we had our room
key, my mom carried me up while dad went and brought our bags in.

My mom laid me down on one of the beds to change my diaper. It was wet and messy and had
been for some time. She changed me into another set of cloth diapers. Im also going to put you
in cloth diapers at night too. she said, explaining her actions.

My dad, along with a bellhop, walked in right in the middle of my diaper change. It was a boy about
my real age, and he was hot. I could tell he was trying to be polite by not looking my way, which
was really nice of him, but I could feel my face burning. It felt like it was on fire.

After he left and my mom got me changed, she chuckled, Aww, were you blushing, Dylan? I
started blushing again, but didnt answer.

Okay, Daddys going to go get some take-out since we havent eaten any dinner yet and then itll
be time for you to go to bed. my mom said.
She turned on the tv and let me watch cartoons until my dad got back with Chinese food. They
each fed me bites of their food instead of getting me my own since theres no way I could eat a
whole order of anything by myself.

True to her word, my mom made me go to bed after I finished eating. Much to my surprise, I
realized that there wasnt a crib in our room. I was pretty excited about getting to sleep in a regular
bed again. Tonight would be my first night in one in over eight months. I felt a need to say
something about it just so I knew there was no crib in a closet somewhere that was going to be
brought out.

I get to sleep in a regular bed tonight? I said, somewhat cautiously.

Yes you do. She said.

It felt so weird sleeping in a regular bed. It didnt feel right like I thought it would. It was just..
weird. My parents both kissed me goodnight and it didnt take me long to fall asleep.

At some point during the night, I started having that infamous dream where I was falling. I hated
that dream. But to make it worse, I woke up to find myself falling off of the bed. I fell off of the bed
and hit my head on the corner of the night stand. It hurt really bad and I started crying. My parents
practically jumped out of bed since they were in the one next to mine and turned on the lights. My
head was bleeding so my mom had to put a butterfly stitch on it.

After that incident, I sat up on the bed because I refused to lay down. I was afraid of falling asleep
and falling off again. It took awhile for my mom to get me calmed down and the only way that she
got me to agree to lay down and go to sleep was by her sleeping with me and promising to not let
me fall off.

We all slept in the next morning after that incident in the middle of the night. Even after my parents
woke up, it took them awhile to get going... even with me telling them to hurry up. We went down
to the caf in the hotel where we ate breakfast. I practically inhaled my breakfast.

From the hotel, we took a shuttle bus to Disney World. It seemed especially big through my four
year old eyes.

There was so much! I was in absolute awe of everything. Everything looked like so much fun that
I didnt know which way to go first. Apparently my dad saw my excitement and hard time deciding
which way to go. Dont forget, Sweetheart, that well be here for two weeks so youll have plenty
of time to do everything you wanna do.

We ended up deciding to take it easy the first day and more or less just get used to everything.
Kinda map everything out and see where everything is and what rides we wanna go on. We did go
on a couple of virtual rides. Theyre actually a lot of fun, and I kinda enjoyed the fact that I forgot
I was in a four year old body during those rides.

It was a nice day, but it was extremely hot. I think it was somewhere in the upper nineties by late
afternoon. I got hot walking around all day and the heat wore me out. We grabbed some lunch at
a cafeteria inside the park and continued walking around the rest of the day.

At one point, my mom offered to rent a stroller for me if I was tired of walking (which I was) but
I told her that I was fine. I was determined to prove that I could still handle things as a 16 year old.

Late evening, we headed back to our hotel to turn in for the day and get some dinner. I was so
tired that I collapsed on the floor right after we walked in.

Dylan, lets get you changed so we can go down and have some dinner. My mom said. She
changed me right there on the floor and back into cloth diapers. I had managed to talk her into a
disposable for the first day at the park.

Dinner was quiet. I kept falling asleep while I was eating and my mom or dad would wake me back
up again. When they finally realized that I was too tired to eat, my dad carried me back up to our
room. He took me straight over to my bed.

I quickly realized that the bed I slept in last night, was gone. In its place, sat a crib. I didnt even
protest. Even as tired as I was, I didnt fall asleep right away. I mainly thought about the crib and
how safe and secure I felt in it. I was glad that I was in a crib as opposed to a regular bed. I knew
I wasnt going to fall out of this bed.

I woke up late morning and saw that my mom and dad were both already up. I stood up in the crib
to let them know that I was awake and ready to get up and go. My mom came over and lifted me
out.

We went down to the caf and ate a light breakfast, before coming back up to the room and
getting changed for the day. Today, my mom put a swim diaper on me. I guess today was gonna
be filled with water. As hot as it was already, I wasnt going to complain.

We went to the water park soon after getting ready. My mom and dad put a towel down alongside
one of the pools. I took off running to the first big slide I saw. Dylan Marie! Stop right where you
are! I heard my mom yell. Childish instinct made me freeze almost instantly. I turned around to
face my parents.. I didnt understand what the problem was.

Wait for me. You cant just go off by yourself here.

But mommy! Im 16!

She just gave me that look that said dont try my patience. I didnt want my mom to watch me and
everything I did. How was I ever gonna have any fun if my mom was watching me. I grudgingly
stayed put until my mom was ready to go with me.

She took me towards the shallower end of the big pool. Before I was allowed to get in, she put
these dumb looking floaties on my arms. She sat along the edge of the pool while I swam. Almost
immediately, a girl came up to me and introduced herself.

Hi, my names Sam. Whats your name?

Uhh, my names Dylan. I said softly.

Do you wanna play?

With nothing better to do, I agreed. She asked me how old I was, and after thinking about it, I
decided it would be better to tell her my physical age, which was four. Turns out, she was the same
age. After a little bit, she introduced me to a group of kids that she apparently knew. There were
some boys and some of them were a little older than us.

At one point when we were playing, the bottom half of my bathing suit, which resembled shorts,
came down a little bit, exposing my diaper. One of the boys, who was probably about 5 years old
noticed. Hey youre wearing a diaper! He said, not too quietly, which caught the attention of all
the others around. Then he started laughing, Only babies wear diapers, so you must be a baby!
Well I dont wanna play with a baby!

Not only did he walk away, but everyone else started laughing and walked away too. Before I knew
what was happening, I realized I was crying. Why should I care what some punk preschooler
thinks? I am 16 after all. But I couldnt seem to stop crying. I didnt see my mom come up.

Whats wrong, sweetheart? she asked. Before I could stop myself, I told her all about how they
saw my diaper and made fun of me and didnt wanna play with me anymore because I was a baby.

After I recounted my terrible ordeal, my mother suggested we find my dad and go get something
to eat. She surprised me by picking me up and carrying me. Along the way we passed the group
of kids that had made fun of me. By this time, I was back in my 16 year old mind frame and before
I could stop myself, I flipped them off.

The same boy that had made my diapers known, yelled out loud, Hey! That BABY is flipping us
off! It probably wouldnt have been so bad if they were behind us, but they werent. That alerted
my mom and she smacked my hand. Thats not very nice. You should know better than to flip
people off. she scolded.

I was glad that she made no mention of it to my dad, but she did tell him about my ordeal with the
other kids. After lunch, we spent the rest of the day going on water rides and slides. The next few
days passed without incident until our fifth day at the park.

I woke up in a bad mood and if my mom noticed when she got me up she never said anything. I
whined about everything all through breakfast. I didnt like the way the waitress was babying me
and I didnt like what my dad had chosen for me for breakfast. My parents ignored it.

We spent the morning going on the kiddie roller coasters since I was too short to go on any of the
fun ones, which upset me. I let my mom know how unfair it was every chance I got. I could tell that
she was getting annoyed, but I ignored her warning looks.

Every time we walked by a roller coaster that I wanted to ride and couldnt, I made a point of
telling my mom how I could ride it and have even more fun if I was my normal size again.

Late afternoon, we walked by Ghost Rider, the one roller coaster I had waited my entire life to ride.
I had seen it advertised on tv numerous times and couldnt wait until I had the chance to ride it.
The ride began in a building that was kept dark.

My mom told me that she needed to use the restroom, so she dragged me into the bathroom with
her. She didnt make me wait in the stall with her, but she told me to wait in the bathroom until she
was done. Since the restroom was right next to the entrance to the Ghost Rider, I decided that now
would be my only chance to ride it. I took off and quickly snuck into the building and got in line.

I was surprised at how short the line actually was. It didnt take long at all to reach the ride. All the
ride attendants were wearing these weird ghost masks and since it was already dark in the
building, I was sure not to be noticed height-wise.

I hopped in next to someone in a seat and the straps were locked into place. The ride was about
to start when an announcement came over the loud speakers, Attention everyone. Theres a
missing child. If youve seen an unattended child of about four years old with brown hair and blue
eyes, please contact security. Thank you.

I knew that was meant for me. Honestly, I hadnt given a thought about being in trouble for this.
I just knew that I really wanted to ride this ride. I thought that the ride would just begin, but to my
horror, the lights clicked on when the person next to me hollered that an unattended child was
sitting next to him.

I was really embarrassed because everyone was looking at me and I was soon being led by one of
the attendants to park security. It wasnt long before we came across an officer who then led me
to the office. He had to practically push me in. My parents were sitting there and ran over to me
when they saw me.

My mom started crying as she hugged me. I really couldnt see what the big deal was. I was 16
after all and I just went to get on a ride.

My dad said a few words to the security officer as my mom picked me up and headed out the door.
Why would you run off without telling anyone where youre going!? my mom yelled at me. I
didnt answer. Well, youre in a lot of trouble young lady! You scared your father and I to death.

My mom carried me back to the hotel room and changed into something more comfortable before
coming back to me. When she came back over to me, she looked calmer, but she still looked really
angry.

Youre definitely going to be spanked for that stunt you pulled today she said, reaching into her
purse. I got this, hoping I wouldnt have to use it. she said as she pulled out a hairbrush.

Then she quickly untaped the diaper I was wearing and put me over her knee. No momma, Im
sorreee! I didnt mean to runaway, I just really wanted to ride Ghost Rider! I said, crying.

Youre too small for that ride and you see where it got you? The only ride youre going on for the
rest of the day is the one over my lap. she began spanking my bottom with her hand. She spanked
for a long time and I was crying when she picked up the hairbrush and began spanking me with
that. I didnt know I could cry so much! She didnt really spank me long or much with the hairbrush,
but it sure felt like it. I never wanted to get another spanking with the hairbrush ever again!

Afterwards she re-diapered me and hugged me tightly. Sweetheart, you have no idea how
worried we were about you. I was so scared that someone had taken you. Dont ever do that
again. I tearfully nodded. I looked up at her and saw that she had tears in her eyes as well. And
then she made me take a nap.

I slept for a long time and it was late afternoon when I woke up. I asked my mom about going back
to the park, but she said that I was being punished the rest of the day. I really couldnt understand.
I could take care of myself and yet they still treat me like I actually am four years old.


After that, the rest of our time at Disney World passed quickly; too quickly for me. I had never had
so much fun at an amusement park before, despite not being able to ride many rides due to my
height and age. After we left Disney World, we went on our two week road trip. Needless to say,
it was the most boring thing I had to suffer through. I couldnt have been any happier when we
finally made it back home. By the time we made it back home, I still had a month and a half left of
my summer vacation.


*Knock knock* I went running to answer the door, despite being dressed in only a diaper. I had
gotten pretty lax about modesty in my four year old body. I couldnt have been any happier when
I opened the door to find my best friends (and their parents) standing there. I immediately ran
over and hugged them like it had been ages since I had seen them. We had been back from our
trip for about 2 weeks now, which means it had been over a month since I last seen them.
Apparently my mom had set up the play date for us. Our parents put us in the playpen while they
went out to the kitchen for coffee. We each spent forever telling what we had done so far this
summer. Turns out Miquela had gone to Arizona for about three weeks visiting relatives.

Can you believe my parents still went to the beach on vacation this year despite the fact that I had
been at one for almost a year? Lauren said. I couldnt help but laugh, but she didnt find it so
funny. And then I told them about my trip to Disney World and our road trip. After we recounted
our summer adventures, we moved onto other topics. In the middle of Miquela and I discussing
further plans for the summer, Lauren interrupted us.

You guys are not gonna believe what I overheard my mom and talking about!

Naturally, this piqued our interest. What? we asked.

I heard my mom make the comment that it would take months for us to regain control of our
bladders after we return to our normal size... thats IF we even regain it at all. She said that it was
one of the risks mentioned on the website our parents checked out initially.

You mean our parents gambled with our physical well being!? I asked.

Thats the way it looks. Lauren said.

I cant believe they would do that. I said. Then I remembered what I had overheard my parents
talking about on our way to Disney World. Well I overheard my parents talking about how I
wouldnt be going back to public school. And Im not even sure if theyll let me return to my normal
size by that time.

Oh wow. I wonder if my parents will let me go back to my normal size or not. I wonder if theyll
let me go back to school for that matter. Miquela wondered aloud.

This latest turn in our conversation had really put a damper on our moods and actually we didnt
hardly talk anymore after that. We said our goodbyes when they left, and that was pretty much it.
It didnt look my life was gonna be normal again any time soon.

After dinner that evening, my parents made me sit in the chair across from them in the Den
because they had something they needed to talk to me about.

Dylan honey, youre Dad and I would rather keep you out of school this upcoming year. We think
that you will benefit more from being home schooled. my mom calmly explained. I didnt act
surprised because I had already had a lot of time to think about it since overhearing them talk
about it in the car. Apparently, the fact that I didnt react from this bit of news, made my mom
think that I was okay with it. I had finally learned that arguing about these kind of things only get
me in trouble.

Will I get to go back to my real size when school starts, Momma? I quietly asked.

She didnt answer for a minute, as if she were thinking it over. Yes, if you behave yourself
between now and then. That had to have been the best news I had heard in forever. I couldnt
wait to be normal again.


The rest of my summer passed by in a blur. But it was definitely memorable. I couldnt ever
remember having a better summer. My mom and I had gotten incredibly close in that short time
and I had gotten to the point where I was really enjoying my four year old body. I liked being small
and I liked the attention that everyone paid to me. It was a nice change being viewed as the
adorable toddler rather than the sulky, bitchy teenager. Anyways, over the week before my home
schooling started, my parents let me return to my teenage size... but I almost said I wanted to wait
awhile longer before going back to normal. But then I remembered how much I would like to do
teen things again with my friends. During that week, my parents broke the news to me that I
would be in diapers for a few months or longer. Thankfully, I had already known about it for awhile
before then.

Well here I am, 19, and recounting that period in my life. At the time I considered it the stupidest
mistake in my life to have demanded going on that trip, but now I look at it as the best thing that
ever happened to me. I probably would have committed suicide by now from the stress and
pressures I was under. I havent really kept in touch with anyone from that trip except Miquela,
Lauren and Jennifer. Not that Im complaining, but Jennifer is the only one of us four that managed
to regain control. The rest of us are still in diapers....


Fin