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Hi.

  The unsusual events which take place after an rather unlucky but not
uncommon accident. 

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
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welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

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Enjoy the story.

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Accident



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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