Part 1:
I wake up drowsily; I’m lying in a large crib with Minnie Mouse sheets. I am wearing a pink polyester sleep shirt with Ponies on it, clipped onto the shirt is a pink pacifier clip with a cord attached to a large pink pacifier that is in my mouth. All I am wearing around my waist is a disposable diaper. One that appears to be made for a man my size but designed like it’s made for a toddler girl. It has princess designs on it and is snug on my waist. It is dry, and the way I have been, it’s an accomplishment.
Most people would be confused at this point. A grown man wakes up dressed like a baby in a crib, a baby girl for that matter? Well, I’m not exactly a man. I’m still 17. I’m Chris. But my new family calls me Suzy. I have chosen to live my life as a baby girl with these people. It’s my lifestyle, and this is what a day in my life is like.
I look around my dark nursery and look what time it is. 6:43, a good time to wake up. I have been sucking on my paci all night, I sucked a lot last night and it’s all coated in drool. I let in dangle from the clip on my night shirt. I look through the cracks on my blinds and see cracks of sunlight. I sit up and hold onto the railings of my oversized crib. I begin to make crying sounds,
WWWAAAHHHH! MOMMY!
She walks in fast shushing me in her robe, “Shhh, it’s ok sweetie, Mommy is here”. She opens up my crib and I scotch out. She gives me a hug and a kiss, then goes to check my diaper. “Good work baby saves you a change” she pats my bum. I get on my hands and knees and lead the way downstairs. I get on my butt and slide down the stairs. My mom loves it when I do that. I crawl into the living room where my pink playpen sits. I crawl into the opening and my Mommy shuts it and goes to the kitchen. I am left to play with toys until my sisters’ leave for school.
I play with blocks for an hour when my sisters all come down. Amber and Melissa, the 15 and 12 year old, go to private school and are in their uniforms. Melissa gives me a wave before sitting down to eat cereal. Katie, the 6 year old, comes down last. She is in jeans and a tee shirt. She still goes to public school. Around 8 Amber and Melissa get up and get their bags to catch their rides to school. They kiss our Mom goodbye. Amber calls out “Bye Suzy” as she runs out the door. Melissa rushes over to my playpen and pats my head before saying good bye to me. She is my favorite sister. She was the most excited at the idea of me being her big baby sister. Amber loves me too, and she takes care of me. But Melissa just puts more time into playing and seeing me. They leave and then it’s time for Mommy to drive Katie to school. I come along too because she doesn’t think big babies should be left alone.
My Mommy opens the playpen and lets me out and takes my hand. I waddle outside to Mommy’s minivan. She opens up the door and helps me into my car seat. Mommy has family who works in baby supplies and got an extra-large one for me. She straps me in tight and pats my belly when she finishes. I am still in my sleep clothes, but I’m not walking around outside so it’s ok. My sister Katie sits in the back with me in her own car seat. But she’s six and only has a booster seat. I sit in a full on car seat. My Mom gets in and brings us on our way.
Katie is not mean, but she is a bit immature. When I became the family baby, she like the rest of my sisters liked it. But she came from a viewpoint of being the youngest and had never been an older sister. Technically she still isn’t. I’m the oldest one of the children now but I am treated as the youngest. Katie likes to take advantage of having a baby sister, especially a big one who she gets to be in charge of. So she’ll lightly tease me, nothing too bad, but just enjoying her privileges. Katie begins to poke my bare legs. I look over and ignore it. She keeps doing it and I take my paci out of my mouth. “Please Katie, stop it”. “Babies don’t talk” she says and pokes me some more. I try and poke her back but can’t reach her from my car seat. Unstrapping it would be unwise, Last time I did that, I got a spanking from Mommy. So I get childish. “Mommy” I whine, “Katie keeps touching me”, my mother rolls her eyes, “Katie, come on, be nice to your baby sister, I can easily call off your play date with your friends if you don’t stop”. Katie crosses her eyes and frowns, “Ok ok, I’m sorry”, she looks at me with a frown. I stick my paci in my mouth and suck on it happily. She rolls her eyes and looks over her homework.
We get to school and park. My mom rolls down the windows and takes Katie inside to sign her in. I sit in the car waiting patiently. Watching the kids go to school. I suck on my paci and laugh as I don’t have to go to school. I dropped out of school to live this way. It was tough at first because many people in the community didn’t like the idea of me throwing away my education. But after taking my SATs to prove I wasn’t a slacker, and showing my passion for this. The community lightened up on me and got used to me. There are still many people who don’t like me, but you can’t please everyone.
As I’m sitting waiting for Mommy, a couple crossing guards walk up to me and say hello. Fran and Helen always come by to see me. They always get a kick out of seeing me dressed like a baby. They gave me a nickname: Big Stinker. That came from an incident where I was wearing a pull-up and messed myself. My Mom had to run me inside to change me before I ruined the car. They always ask me the same question when they come by, “Will you ever join your sister in school?” I always gladly say “No way!” which they love. Finally my Mom comes back out and takes us back home.
In the car, my Mom puts on the radio; she turns it to a radio station that plays Baby music, things like “Old Macdonald” and “wheels on the bus”. We sing along and have a blast. When we get home, she takes me inside and walks me into the kitchen.
I jump into my highchair and she closes the lid. She ties a big around my neck that reads “Hungry Baby”. My mom makes me some eggs as I sit in my highchair; she brings over my eggs and makes herself some cereal with fruit. She pulls out a bottle with orange juice and puts it on my tray. She lets me feed myself at breakfast usually. Even though I am viewed as a baby, I like to cut my mommy some slack and I feed myself. I eat with my hands and am pretty clean. But sometimes I eat a little messy for Mommy’s amusement; she gets a kick out of it.
When breakfast is finished, my mommy lets me crawl back to my playpen, she needs to get ready for the day and lets me watch TV in the morning, she turns on PBS. She brings me over a big bottle of formula and places it in my playpen. “Mommy will come back to you in a little bit” she goes upstairs to take a shower. I begin drinking my bottle of formula and watch Sesame Street. I drink a lot of bottles in the day and am always hydrated. I let my paci hang from my shirt as I drink up. It’s usually at this point in the day where I wet my diaper. After my bottles, I flood my diapers and sit in the warm mass for 10 more minutes.
My Mommy comes back downstairs. She sees me sitting there and a big damp patch in my diaper. “Looks like someone’s wet.” She says as she opens my playpen and checks my diaper. “Let’s get you all clean for the day”. She motions for me to waddle behind her and I follow obediently. I crawl upstairs and hop up onto the changing table.
I lift my arms up first. My mommy pulls up my sleep shirt and throws it in my hamper. I whimper a little and she realizes my paci is still clipped on the shirt. She pulls it out and hands it back to me. I suck on it and relax. I go on to lie down for her and she untapped my diaper. She pulls it off and rolls it into a ball. She makes a grossed out face and I laugh. She then takes out some wipes and cleans my thighs and genitals. She makes sure I’m all fresh. She then takes out some rash cream. She rubs it in all the same places. I turn over for her, and she rubs some on my butt. I get on my back when she asks me a question, “Who do you want today?” My mom was not pleased with the diapers for people my size. So she got friendly with a person who works at Huggies her friends know. She was able to get him to start making a weekly shipment to our house. A large box of girls disposable diapers were sent that was made to fit me. Along with that, I got Disney Princess, Minnie Mouse, Ballerina, My little Pony, and Barbie designs on the diapers. I chose a Minnie Mouse diaper for the day. She pulled one out and I lifted my butt. She slid it under. She then powdered my crotch and inner thighs, rubbed it in well, and folded it over my genitals. She taped the sides and patted my crotch. “All finished, we’re all clean” she gleamed and helped me down from the table.
I waddled with her over to my closet now; being that I was her new baby girl. My mommy gave me lots of outfits to choose from. I had onesies, skirts, tees, rompers, coveralls, lots of different dresses with matching diaper covers. I was definitely spoiled. It was the middle of spring and getting warm. So Mommy decided I only needed a tee and diaper for the day. She pulled out a cute little shirt that read “Mommy’s Princess” she slid it on me, it barely covered my stomach showing a little belly but fitted none the less. My mommy then went over to my dresser and pulled out some more things. She pulled out a simple pink bonnet and tied it around my head. A bonnet was a baby stereotype that went out of style but it made me stand out and babified me more. She brought over a new clean paci and switched it with my night one, clipping it to my shirt. She then brought over my socks. I got on the floor for her and lifted my legs for her. It was a fun way to get my socks on. She slid them on and puffed the frills. She then got out some pink sneakers. They were light up princess ones. She tied my shoes into bows. I was now officially ready for the day.
Part 2:
I waddled downstairs and rain to the garage door. It was time for Mommy’s daily exercise. She walked downstairs and pulled out a large stroller for me. On weekdays, my Mommy likes to go for walks around our neighborhood and push me in a stroller. She took it outside and I sat in it. She strapped me in and then placed some thongs on my tray. A rattle, some toy keys for teething, a little cup of cheerios, and a bottle of milk. Then she started pushing me and we were on our way. I was pushed around as we waved to other stay at home Moms walking around the neighborhood. Our Good friend Mrs. Roberts was walking her dog, Maggie and stopped to say hi. She pinched my teeth and talked to my Mom. Maggie licked my legs and I laughed. I petted the dog and smiled. “Isn’t she friendly Suzy?” My mom asks, I gave her a muffled Uh huh and the women laughed. We then got back to our walk and I sucked my bottle.
Soon after, we passed our good friends, Mrs. Smith who was walking with her daughter Emily. Emily was four and was riding her tricycle as we passed. They noticed us and Emily cried out “BABY SUZY!!” She always enjoyed seeing me. They rode over and talked with us. Emily peeked in and giggled. She was potty trained and started wearing big girl panties a few weeks ago. She always liked seeing me as a baby. She peeks at my diapers, “Mommy! She has a Minnie Mouse diaper today!” she always enjoyed seeing what diaper I wore. I smiled as I sucked on my paci. That’s when Emily ran over to her Mommy and pulls her over to look at me. “See” she points “Suzy still gets a pacifier”. Her Mom chuckles, “Suzy also still wears diaper and uses bottles, big girls like you don’t need pacifiers.” Emily then pointed to herself “Big Girl”, her Mom nodded. Then Emily pointed to me “Baby”, Her Mom nodded again. I looked down a little embarrassed by the whole thing. Emily giggles and dangles my teething keys in my face. Her Mom takes her hand, “Sweetie, let’s finish our bike ride”. They say goodbye and my Mom checks my diaper before we go back to walk.
We almost finish our walk and walk past the Griffins house. The family is very conservative Christian and the Mom is totally disgusted by me. She is appalled at the idea of a teen baby and is not very kind. When we walk past their house, if the Mom sees us, she yells out something mean to us. One time when my Mommy was walking me with the baby harness, I squatted and pooped in front of her house. The Mom ran out screaming and almost called the police on us. I always hold it when I am in front of her house. We finally make it home and I am taken out of my stroller and lead inside.
My Mom needs sometime for herself during the day. She works from home and needs an hour or so in the morning for important stuff. So until lunchtime, I get to play in my playpen.
I lie down on the carpet, and I eye a Barbie doll from the corner. Right before I crawl over to play with it, my Mom changes her mind. “You know what”, she says “It’s a beautiful day, and you could use some running around”. I am getting to go outside. She opens the playpen back up and I crawl out. As I crouch on the ground, she opens the back door and motions me to crawl outside. I eagerly scoot out, “don’t get into trouble” she playfully calls before shutting the doors back. I am super excited, this is the first spring I am living as her baby and I get to finally get some yard time.
Outside is a totally different set of toys. First there is a swing-set, it’s aging, but not old enough to not still be totally fun. There are three swings; my Mom bought me a pink one to use, she is gonna push me in it. Then there is a mini fort attached, with a ladder and a slide, it’s nice and sturdy, so it should still support me. Across the yard is a playhouse. It’s one of those plastic houses for girls to play pretend in. It used to be my sisters, but she generously gave it to me. It has a little kitchen and tables and stuff. I like playing pretend. It’s basically how I live my life now. My mom also has other toys out there for me. There’s a baby lawn mower toy, the one with the bouncing ball, old fashioned baby toys, the way I like it. There are a couple balls to play with. There is even a big bouncy ball toy. It’s pink and has Blue from Blue’s clues on it. That is fun no matter what age you are.
Our family also has a pool; it’s really big and will be a fun way to cool off. But I can only go in when Mommy is there. Kind of a jip but I guess that makes sense. With all the toys around, I have a lot of fun things to play, but I quickly eye my favorite thing in the yard; the sandbox. The sandbox is next to the swing set. And has a couple of pails and shovels, there is a new shiny one with another shovel inside it. My mom got is especially for me. It’s purple with a yellow handle, inside are some cool sand print toys, a crab, a fairy wand, a ballerina, and Elmo. I get giddy thinking about how cool my mom is. I can’t see it, but my mom notices me finding my pail, and laughs when I hop up and down. I plop in the sand, and start digging with my shovel. I start filling my bucket and dumping it in a pile.
While I am piling sand, my Mommy walks outside with her laptop and papers. She sets everything up so she can watch me and work at the same time. She walks over to me, she is carrying a bottle with apple juice, “I don’t want my girl getting thirsty” she cheerfully says, “Are you enjoying you sand toys” she inquires. I nod grinning, busy on my apple juice. I play and drink for a while. I hop on the slide a couple times. It’s fun. That’s when I start to feel breakfast.
I have an urge to poop, and I don’t hesitate. I waddle back to my sandbox and squat. I begin to push and lightly grunt. I don’t poop very lady like. My mom looks up to see me squatting and goes back to work, knowing what I’m doing and knowing to change me soon. I push out a mushy poopy stream. It expands my diaper a little, but it’s not the worst poop ever. I finish up quickly and continue on playing. I sit on my messy diaper, and spread it a little, but the feelings nice. 10 minutes later, my mom calls me inside, it’s lunchtime.
I get up and waddle inside, and am led to my highchair, but my Mom starts sniffing something yucky. Like an instinct, she pulls the back of my diaper and sees the mess inside. “Oopsies” she sweetly scolds, “Looks like you made a boom boom outside”. I blush and she just pat’s my messy rear, “like a good baby should”. I sit in my highchair and am snapped in. “Since you smell like a baby right now” she teases, “you could use some baby food for lunch”. Ugh. I like baby food, it comes with the life, but I was hoping for some big kid food for lunch; Oh well. She pulls out a jar of mashed apricots, and sets it on the counter. She then takes a bib from the counter and ties it around my neck. She goes on to feed me, she does the airplane, the train, and the princess chariot. I eat it all up and manage to keep most of it in my mouth.
It’s about 12:30 now, and I get a little TV time before I take a nap. My mom lets me back in my playtime with another bottle of apple juice and put’s on Dora the explorer. I lie down on a pillow, sucking my bottle and watch, I yell out “Swiper! NO Swiping!”, and my mommy goes “Did you stop him”, and I yell back “You bet” and I get a “That a girl”. After a couple episodes, the show ends and I change the channel and stumble upon an episode of “The office”, as much as I like being a baby, I still remember liking adult shows. But my Mommy has incredible hearing, and marches in. “That doesn’t look appropriate for babies”. I hand her the remote and I watch Yo Gabba Gabba.
The show ends and it’s time for my nap. My mommy holds my hand and walks me upstairs; she decides to give me a break and changes me out of my messy diaper. I get on and am changed into a clean naptime diaper, its cloth this time because I she knows I will be wet and doesn’t want to go through all my disposables too fast. She unties my bonnet and sets it on my drawer. The side of my crib slides down and I toddle inside, and sit on my mattress. She hands me a bottle of water. Mommy asks me what stuffed animal I want for nap time. I choose my teddy bear Tiffany. She is a ballerina; I made her at build-a-bear. She hands me the teddy and tucks me under the covers, I get a kiss on the forehead and she slides the crib side up. She winds up a mobile for me. She closes the blinds and turns on a night light. “Sweet dreams” she whispers before shutting the lights and closing my door. The Mobile has little princess pieces on it and plays “hush little baby”. I finish my bottle, as I get drowsy; I manage to stick my paci in my mouth before drifting to sleep.
Part 3:
I wake up two hours later. I sit up yawn. My diaper is damp. I sit up and begin crying and this time my oldest sister Amber runs in. She says “Hey Suzy how was your nap?” “Good” I reply cheerfully. She pulls down my crib side and gives me a hug “I missed you all day” I hug back. She helps me out and checks my diaper, “oh, wet again, you can wear it a little more right?” I nod and get on my hands and knees and begin crawling to the toy chest. She laughs and walks out to her room, probably to do her homework. I decide to go say hi to my other sisters.
I go and crawl away to my 6 year old sister Katie’s room. She has been out of diapers for a few years and likes to finally not be the “youngest” anymore. With that, she has used me as payback for the way her sisters acted around her. When she was little, she was always yelled at by her sisters about touching their stuff, being they didn’t want her to break it. SO now she likes using that power on me. I crawl to edge of her doorframe and she sees me peak through. “Hey Suzy” she says. I crawl in and see her doing some addition. I look around her room. It’s filled with things she thinks are mature, like Justin Beiber stuff, and iCarly stuff. I crawl over to her stuffed animals in the corner when she glances at me. “NO WAY!” she raises her voice at me. “Those are mine and they aren’t for babies” I crawl away not wanting her to get mean and tease me. Sometimes she got a little nasty and teased me about being a teen in diapers and hurt my feelings. So I crawled away quickly feeling down.
Luckily, my 12 year old sister Melissa overheard and skipped over. “Suzy was she mean to you?” she asks with genuine concern, I nodded. She frowns “awwwww, how could anyone be mean to you, you’re so sweet” she knows how to cheer me up, “Come to my room, we’ll keep each other company” I gladly crawl to her room. Her room is much more mature. She is one of the cool younger girls who didn’t like the normal girl stuff. She liked the Beatles and didn’t like Twilight. She was a cool big sister. And when I came into her room, she was ok with me around her stuff, but still treated me like a baby. I plopped on her bed and she sat with me working on her laptop doing homework. She went into her secret drawer she reserved for stuff for me when I came in. She pulled out a lollypop and handed it to me. I licked my lollypop and played with some stuffed animals she had quietly in her room.
Eventually around six, we were called downstairs for dinner; I once more sit in my highchair. All the girls sit down and my mother brings out lasagna. Everyone gets a piece; mine is cut into small pieces and is fed to me by Mommy. She asks the girls about their day, and they all chit chat. I just quietly let Mommy feed me. Eventually, Melissa mentions to Mommy that Katie was mean to me. “Katie, sweetie, were you making your baby sister feel bad?” she scolds. Katie defensively replies, “No I wasn’t, He… I mean she was in my room and I didn’t want her ruining my stuff.” Mommy frowns at her, “If you don’t want her touching your stuff that’s fine, but you do NOT get to raise your voice at her like that, do you understand?” She snaps. “Yes Mom” Katie replies scared. My mommy then tickles my chin and feeds me the rest of my food. I giggle a little and coo. When everyone finishes, all the girls put their plates in the sink and Amber and Katie go in the den. Katie is stopped by my Mommy and is asked to help her out with the dishes. She frowns and stomps back to help. Melissa helps me down and walks me back upstairs. We giggle as we walk out at Katie’s punishment.
We go back to my nursery and she gets on the floor with me. She sits crossing her legs and says “wanna play patty cake Suzy?” I nod behind my paci, and sit adjacent from her. We start clapping hands and Melissa helps me out because I don’t know it that well. After ten minutes. We are doing it super-fast and she tickles my belly after she sings “Baby and me”.
My mother comes back upstairs and witnesses us playing patty cake. She watches quietly for a second and then applauds us when we finish it. Mommy tells me I need to get ready for bed. Melissa frowns and then gets up, “I’ll come back to say goodnight” and then goes downstairs with her sisters.
My mommy bends down and pats her knees, “come on sweetie, time to get clean for bed”. I start crawling over to her and follow her into the bathroom. She starts running the bath and filling it with bubble soap. She unties the bonnet and sets in on the sink. I lift my arms up and she takes off my shirt. She also takes the paci attached to the shirt. She goes on to undoing my diaper and notices the dampness. “Sweetie, tell me when you go peepee. I hope you don’t get a rash”. She checks me and sees it’s all ok. Without my paci, I begin sucking my thumb; Enjoying the soothing feelings. “You love putting things in your mouth” chuckles Mommy, as I step into the tub.
I get in and love the hot water. I begin splashing around. My mother gets out a bottle of toddler shampoo, strawberry scented. She rubs it in my hair, as I focus on a rubber duck. “Close your eyes” she says as she pours some sudsy water on my head and cleaning my hair. Next she gets a wash cloth and wipes all over my body. She cleans under my armpits; she cleans behind my ears, cleans my privates, and everywhere is washed down well. Finally after I’ve been rinsed off she picks up a towel and asks me to stand for her. I step out of the tub and I’m dried off everywhere.
My mommy looks around my body and sees some body hair growing back. “Uh oh” in a sympathetic voice, “looks like we need to get Mr. Razor”. When I became my mommy’s baby, one of the things I had to do was lose all my body hair. My mommy wanted didn’t want a hairy baby; she wanted a soft oversized baby. So, I am shaved throughout the week to keep my baby smooth skin. My mom pulls out an electric razor and lightly shaves off all the spots with hair growing back. “Goodbye yucky hair” My mom says in a pouty voice, and I smile. I like being hairless, it feels clean and makes me feel more babyish and ok showing my bear legs. She finishes and notices I have bits of pubic hair growing. Mommy knows to be gentler there and is more careful. She walks me back to the nursery. Wrapped in my towel and has me hop back on my changing table. She goes on to get a disposable razor and shaving cream. Lightly covering the hair with cream, she gently shaves off the little pubic hairs, leaving me bear and hairless like a baby. She kisses my tummy and goes on to get me ready for bed.
She rubs some cream over my genitals and thighs before going to bed, to avoid getting a rash. I lift up my butt and she rubs some cream on my butt. Then she puts on some baby powder rubbing it over my thighs and genitals. She picks out a diaper for me, a “My Little Pony” one. I scoot up and she slides it under me, and tapes it up over my waist. My Mom then blows raspberries on my belly and I laugh. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and helps me off the table.
My mother looks for something for me to wear to bed. She picks out a pink pj shirt and bottoms. But because it so hot, she only puts on the top, and lets me only wear my diaper as a bottom. She clips on my pacifier and it immediately goes into my mouth.
It is about 8:00 now and my Mom says it’s time for bed. She goes on to walk me downstairs say goodnight to my sisters. I waddle over to Amber and she gives me a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Good night Suzy” she says and pats my bottom as I waddle away. I waddle over to Katie who is watching TV and really interested in her show. She gives me a hug and quick glance. “Good night Suzy” she blurts before turning back to the TV. I then crawl over to Melissa who gives me a tight hug and an Eskimo kiss. “Good Night Baby Suzy” she says and gets up and holds my hand. She walks with me to the kitchen. My Mom is filling up a night bottle for me with water. She glances up and sees us. “What can I do for you two?” she inquires. “Mom, can I read Suzy a bedtime story?” she asks. My Mom thinks about it. “Did you do all your homework” she asks, my sister nods. She looks at me, “Will you go right to bed? No goofing around” I take out my pacifier and say “I promise”. She smiles and says “OK, that’s fine just let me finish getting Cindy ready for bed and then you can read”. My sister nods and walks away for now.
My mommy walks over to me leading me upstairs. She takes me to the bathroom so I can brush my teeth. Before I brush, I ask “Mommy, can I have boobie first”, that is my infantile way of asking to be breastfed. My Mother shakes her head no, “Mommy is a little tired right now, but I promise you can have boobie tomorrow, ok?” I nod, usually I would have a temper tantrum but I didn’t want to ruin my chances of my sister not getting to read to me. My mommy brushed my teeth for me. She doesn’t let me do anything for myself anymore, but I am ok because she enjoys it too. I rinse and spit. My mommy then walks me into my nursery and opens up my big crib. I waddle inside and she hands me my night bottle and Tiffany the bear. Melissa came in holding a book. She brought a copy of “Angelina Ballerina” and watches as our mom tucks me into bed. She gives me a kiss on the forehead and wishes me sweet dreams. She walks out and from the doorway says “Have fun, then lights out” and walks out.
Melissa pulls up a chair and sits next to my crib. I sit up and sit criss cross on my crib holding Tiffany. My sister giggles and starts reading the book. I listen to her and pick up my bottle. I drink and listen. Halfway through, I am lying down and sucking on my paci, cuddling Tiffany and my eyes are half open. My sister reads on and shows me the pictures. I finally fall asleep suckling my pacifier and breathing silently. My pacifier gets coated in drool with all my suckling and I lie over the covers after getting too warm. My sister quietly saves the spot in the book and walks out silently. Turning off my lights she closes the doors and lets me sleep through the night.
The End... for now.
