The more I thought about it, the more compelling the idea seemed.
I made myself comfortable in bed and cautiously began trying to pee.
But years of peeing in the bathroom haven't made it that easy.
I stood up and took a deep breath, relaxing, imagining myself standing in front of the toilet.
I felt that this was how I was succeeding when all of a sudden ...
Bang
The door to my room opened and I saw my mom enter.
I felt his eyes on me.
“Jon! What are you doing ?" He said in a tone that did not accept replies "Why are you dressed like a child?"
"Mom .. I ..."
"What is that package next to the bed? Diapers? "
"Mom ... No ..."
Without listening to me he walked over to the DryNites package and looked at it. He began to read and after a moment he stopped and looked at me. Then he resumed reading, also reading the note that the seller had left.
I was feeling dying of embarrassment, and instead, when my mom finished reading, she pulled the Pampers and DryNites out of the package. He smiled and asked me, simply "What age did you want to be, Jon?"
"Mom ... I didn't want to ..."
“It's okay, Jon, you don't have to be afraid. Did you grow up too fast and would like to return to a simpler life, or are you just jealous of the attention we give your brother? All right. I accept it. I, too, would still like a child in the house, and Matt, too, is growing up and in a short time, will be a boy, and I will have lost all my little boy ... So, if you want to be my little child again, I'll help you become one ... How old would you like to be? "
I was amazed at my mother's confession. She also missed her when we were little.
"I wanted to be seven ..."
"And you want to become a bedwetter ..."
"Yup …"
"Well ... So, I ask you to take off those pants and let me put your Pampers on you."
“The Pampers? The diaper? Mom ... So you want me to pee in bed every night ... "
"Yes, is right, and I also want you to use that diaper completely before you go to bed."
"Completely ?"
"Yes, I want it to be both wet and dirty, before falling asleep ..."
"The instructions …"
“Don't worry about the instructions, Jon. I'll take care of it. "
I saw my mom take the Pampres and write on the front of the diaper.
"I am waiting. Take off your pants or I'll call both your brother and your dad ... "
I obeyed and took off my Pj pants.
My mom made me lie down on the bed and took off my pull-up. Then, in a few expert movements, she put my diaper on, fixing the two tabs on the sides.
“Honey, I think we both have to get used to this new diaper routine, right Jon?
I nodded embarrassed that I had agreed so quickly to have my mother put a diaper on me.
She also made me take off my pajama top and I stayed like that, dressed with only the diaper in front of my mom. My mother took the shirt of my pajamas and I saw that she wrote something on the age label.
"Mom what are you writing?"
“I told you you don't have to worry Jon. But rest assured, you will be my little boy.
He made me put on the shirt and without the pants he said "Ok, now you can use your diaper."
I looked at her hoping she would change her mind, but the only thing she said to me was "Come on, let's all go to bed"
With a little fear, I peed in the diaper.
I felt the Pampers front padding become warm and stiff.
Mom, feeling my diaper, told me "And now you poop too"
"Mom ... please ..."
"I'll give you some privacy, but when I come back, I want to see you with your diaper, full of poop"
He came out of my room and after a long sigh, I pushed and filled of poop the bottom of my diaper.
After a few minutes, my mom came back.
"From the smell, I'd say you've been an obedient little child."
he peeked widening the back of my diaper and commented "Yes, you were a good little boy and you really did a lot of poop into your Pampers. Now go to bed ..."
"Without the pants?" I asked
"Yes. Your used diaper will be your pajama pants."
I sat on the bed and felt the poop squish under my own weight, and I was afraid of dirtying the sheets, but Mom told me not to worry and tucked me the covers.
Before leaving, he took a pacifier out of his pocket. It was the last used by my brother and he had withdrawn it, as I remember.
He put it in my mouth and said goodnight, going out and turning off the lights.
Dazed by what had happened, with my wet and dirty diaper, without even my pajama bottoms and a pacifier in my mouth, I felt really ready to be the little one of my family.
Frightened, but satisfied, I fell asleep, thinking about what Mum have written on the front of my diaper and age label of my pj.