A story I discovered several years ago I have since rewritten many times and severely edited it many times until it reads the way I want. I hope you all enjoy it.
“So Embarrassed”
Part 1: It was the start of summer and already I was in deep trouble. I had broken my right arm and four fingers on my left hand in a bike accident, leaving me pretty helpless. Everything had to be done for me, much the same you would have to do for a toddler, much to my chagrin. As a thirteen year old it is embarrassing having your Mom do everything even down to wiping your poopy bottom after toileting. And as Mom had to work as well it put extra pressure on her, not that she begrudged it, despite the fact that the accident was my fault in some ways. In fact I was relieved, however, because she didn't hold it against me as I expected her to.
Unfortunately, my single Mom had to leave town on a business trip, and being that I was pretty much helpless, she knew I needed a babysitter. Mary, the babysitter was sixteen. She lived next door to us. And boy was she 'wow', so pretty with long, black hair, very thin, and just developing. I had such a crush on her. My Mom’s thinking was quite simple really. Seeing that Mary lived next door and was so handy she would be ideal for the task of babysitting me. In fact Mom thought that she would make the perfect babysitter for me. Wow, I was so embarrassed especially since I had such a 'crush' on her.
I was not your normal-sized boy of thirteen. I was very small for my age, not even 120 centimeters tall and about 25 kilograms soaking wet. Because of my size I was more the size you would associate with that of a 5 or 6 year old. That caused problems in itself. I wasn't bullied by my friends, many of whom I grew up with, but it meant that they'd sometimes leave me out of things thinking I was to small.
As a result I often did things and took risks trying to show off and compete with them. I suppose I was trying to make them accept me as just one of them despite my small size. To me it was important to show them that size didn’t matter.
Unfortunately, this bike accident was one such example. Mary came over to get the final orders from my Mom. I was so nervous because I had forgotten about my bedwetting and still having to wear cloth nappies and plastic pants at night.
In a way I was secretly hoping my Mom would forget to tell her and all would be happily forgotten and ignored. Mom left after having given me a warm cuddle and telling me to be a good boy and mind my sitter, promising she'd ring once she had reached her destination to see how I was. This was embarrassing in front of Mary a girl whom I idolized. After Mom left Mary greeted me with a warm smile.
“David, I bet you’re hungry let’s get you fed, shall we?” was the first thing she said and sashayed into the kitchen. Mary fixed dinner while I waited patiently at the table watching her move about the kitchen. Finally, she pulled a chair up close to me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a very cute skirt. I found it very hard not to look at her. She smiled as she cut my food up. She put a bib around me. This shocked me. As she was so close to me I was able to eye her chest as she tied the bib on. I tried protesting, saying it was a baby bib, but she just giggled.
“I don’t want you to get your cute t-shirt all messy, do I?” she chuckled good-naturedly taping my shirt, I blushed. Then she started to feed me. I felt really embarrassed, being fed like a younger child, as she put the food in my mouth, making a mess around it. I thought to myself I wish I could feed myself but then again who was I kidding given my present incapacitated state. She kidded me, saying I was being such a good baby, tapping my baby bib with the spoon.
“How cute!” she cooed. That embarrassed me more. “But....but Mary, I'm almost fourteen,” I replied as I opened my mouth to accept another spoonful. She giggled, putting the food in. “Are you?" she questioned then changed tact. "After this, David, I’ll get you all cleaned up and ready for bed. That way we can watch some movies,” she smiled at me.
“But, but I can get myself ready,” I stammered in embarrassment. “Oh, can you?” she queried looking at me and flicking back her long hair back. Her eyes went right through me. “Can you work a nappy pin?” she asked her head inclined. “I don’t think you can with your broken arm and your broken and damaged fingers, David.” I was crushed and dropped my eyes at this blunt assessment of my predicament. “But Mary, I don’t wear nappies anymore,” I pleaded.
She smiled as she cleaned my face up like a toddler and taking my baby bib off. “Shhhhhh, it’s okay, I understand,” she tried to reassure me. Satisfied I was clean she took my hand and led me to my bedroom.
I watched her skirt as it played across her legs as she walked and how soft her nylons seemed to appear as they rustled against the skirt. I really couldn’t believe this was happening. I mean, Mary is the hottest girl in school, but she only sees me as a baby now. She opened my bedroom door.
My bedroom was huge. My Mom used to run a daycare before she started with her present job and this was part of the nursery, so it still had two baby cribs way in the back. Mary pushed her long hair back, looked around and smiled sizing up the room and clearly taking stock of what was in there. “Let’s get your nappy on, David,” she announced as if it was the most normal thing to do for a thirteen year old boy. Just then the phone rang. Mary dashed down the hall to answer it leaving me alone in my room dreading what was about to happen. I could tell by what Mary was saying that it must have been my Mom. As the conversation continued it was clear that something had come up for her to ring so soon. I could tell by the way Mary was talking that something was being arranged.
Finally Mary said, “Sure, I can babysit him for the rest of the week, and thanks for clearing it with my Mom first... yes it’s no problem, I’ll sleep in David’s bed and I’ll fix one of the cribs up for him... I know, he’s so tiny, he’ll fit in one of them perfectly. ”I ventured into the hallway at this point. Mary continued to smile sweetly at me while Mom was obviously saying something to her. She nodded a couple of times after her comments in response then hung up. After the call she carefully took my hand and led me back into my bedroom where she walked over to my dresser and started pulling my nappy supplies out smiling at me as she did so.
“Don’t worry David, it’s our secret," she said sweetly. "I won’t tell anyone, but you will have to be a good baby for me, okay?” she asked softly and with sincerity. I nodded in assent. I was captivated by her. “Good baby,” she cooed. “Now let’s put baby’s nappy on, shall we?” She kept calling me baby which concerned me but I was too powerless to stop her.
She walked over to the baby cribs to inspect them pulling one over, so it was very close to my bed. She put the bars down and went over to the closet and got the nursery sheets and started to make the crib.
I watched her as she bent over, her skirt hiking up. She was so pretty. I could nearly see her white panties partially hidden underneath her nylons. She had really shapely slender legs.
As she was making the crib she told me she had a date that night and that she was going to have another girl come over to babysit me. I was upset about this. I asked her who the boy was and she told me. 'No,' I thought, 'he’s a boy in my class she’s going out with, the one that looks so much older…nooo!' She smoothed the sheets out and tried to help me into the crib and lie down as she wanted to get my nappies on before the other girl came over.
I wanted to cry and started to rub my eyes to stop the tears. She saw this and hugged me gently wrapping her arms around me a pulling me into her soft chest gently caressing my back. “Its okay, David. Lots of boys still need nappies. It’s okay,” she soothed trying to reassure me.
I shook my head. “Please Mary, can I just stay in my boy underwear? I'll be okay I swear,” I begged as she lifted me effortlessly like I was a toddler and laid me in the crib. "I don't think so David," Mary said with a little sympathy in her voice. "Your Mommy told me what I had to do. We wouldn't want to get those cute crib sheets all wet, would we?" Mary quizzed. I looked at and knew I couldn't argue my way out of this one. She was right. I knew that. "Now let's get baby's nappies on before he has a wee accident," she chuckled.
I blushed. It was really very embarrassing to be referred to as a baby. I lay there as I watched her fold the thick nappies into the familiar kite shape. That was the way my Mum did it so she must have told her. Then, she playfully tickled me. I started to giggle. “There...that’s better. My baby is a lot happier, isn’t he?” she smiled at me softly. "Now let's get baby's nappy on," she said again.
I was now lying in a real baby bed, a baby's crib. She smiled as she took my shoes off me followed by my socks. “David, I can’t believe you still fit a baby bed, that’s so cute!” she said lovingly. I turned red as she pulled my socks off. As she started to undo my jeans I wanted to push her hands away but of course I couldn’t because of my injuries. Even if I could I was powerless to stop her. It was as if she had some kind of magical hold over me. Mary was so captivating that she drew me into her and all I wanted to do was please her. A little like a small boy would want to do for their mother, and I felt compelled she wanted.
As she did so she said, “It’s okay sweetie. Now, I have put lots of nappies on baby boys,” she reassured me. “But Mary, I am not a baby!” I stammered. “Shhhhh,” she said placing a finger on my lips. “It’s okay.
Of course you're a baby sweetie,” she added as she slid my jeans off revealing my white undies. I hid my face as she smiled at me. "Awww cute undies," she observed. I blushed I was so embarrassed. She had me sit up so she could take my t-shirt off carefully without hurting my broken arm and fingers. She gently laid me back down supporting my head as she did so like you would for a small baby. Then she gave me a cute pouty-face.
“Now, baby's not going to cry, is he?” she said as she pulled my undies off. I wanted to so badly. My lip was starting to quiver and tears started to sting my eyes. I was lying undressed in the crib, with the most beautiful girl leaning over me and gently rubbing my tummy. “Awww, you're so cute. You still haven’t gone through puberty yet. Awww, you’re sooooo cute David! You're just a baby really, aren't you?” she said lovingly.
I said nothing, just blushed again. I reached for my teddy bear and pulled it over my face as she gently lifted my legs rubbed nappy ointment on my butt. "Of course you are David. Just a cute little baby that’s all, aren't you?" she continued as she lowered my butt on the mattress and gently rubbed ointment around my front area. I could feel her hands rub over me. Again, she gently lifted my legs up and slid the thick nappies under me. I wanted to cry as she was putting nappy ointment on the rest of my nappy area, she pulled the nappies up between my legs, pushing them wider and carefully pinned them on. I felt so babyish as I heard the nappy pins snip close, like I did every night when my Mom pinned me into my night nappies.
Sssshhhh...Sssshhhh...It’s alright baby,” Mary cooed as she put the last nappy pin in. I could feel the soft nappy between my legs. I shifted my legs slightly. Mary watched me as she reached for my plastic pants. “Awww so cute. Baby loves his nappy doesn’t he?” she cooed. I blushed and tried to hide my face with my teddy. “It’s okay sweetheart, all babies love their nappies and you are so adorable in your nappy,” she said softly as she gently rubbed the thick soft fluffy mound of cloth between my splayed legs. Mary was really being so kind, sweet and affectionate. It was obvious she really meant me no harm I could see that. As far as she was concerned I was a baby end of story. I decided, then and there, that I would be a good baby for her. Just then I heard an unfamiliar voice. I knew it came from my bedroom door.
